Title: It's sort of a big deal…
Series: X-Men (Astonishing.)
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Scott/Emma.
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Notes: Pre-M Day.
Summary: Well… she did say that she would do anything for his birthday… get your mind out of the gutter!

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She was really starting to hate that smirk; which is a bit odd considering how rare it is to see the man smile. Still. This was getting out of hand.

"Thanks."

His voice broke her concentration. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the driver's side window roll up while he pocketed the change from the parking lot attendant.

"So…" Again; that damned smirk. "Ready to go? Or do you need to stare out the window and silently hate me some more?"

"Why are we here again?" She sighed deeply; turning to face him for the first time since the rest stop in Schuyler. "I thought you were just playing a joke on me, but here we are… Buffalo. Cultural centre of the northeastern United States."

"Two reasons." He cut the ignition as his smile fell, just a little. "First. It's my birthday. And I believe you said you would 'do anything I wanted.'"

"I meant in bed darling."

"There's plenty of time for that later…"

She smiled at that, but still crossed her arms.

"Second. It's the p- -"

"Playoffs." She cut him off with a scowl while rolling her eyes. "Why do you keep saying that as if it's going to mean something to me?"

"Well, it is the Stanley Cup." He shrugged lightly while unlatching his seat-belt.

"You should have brought Logan. HE was quite impressed by these tickets of yours."

"Well, he should be. They sold out in three minutes. It's sort of a big deal." He sighed slightly, reaching over and drawing a strand of hair from her eyes before gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "Is it wrong, for me to want you to come with me?"

Her eyebrow raised a fraction.

"Besides. Logan and I haven't exactly been on speaking terms since I let you pick out his gift for 'Secret Santa.'"

Her lips curled up with the slightest hint of a smile. "Oh, I thought the pet bed with his name embroidered across it was adorable."

He shook his head, unable to mask a light laugh.

"Back to the point… what can I say? This is important to me."

"A hockey game?"

"Well… It is the playoffs."

"AGAIN with the playoffs!" She huffed as she begrudgingly unlatched her seatbelt.

"You'll understand when the game starts." He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek before opening the driver side door and stepping out.

"It is the playoffs." She mocked his voice with a smile while stepping out of the car.

"Exactly." He double checked the car's locks. Satisfied and with a silly grin on his face he took her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers, they joined a steady stream of fans making their way down Washington Street towards the arena.

"Now dear, I've noticed you are a bit under-dressed."

"How do you mean?" He shrugged while looking down. Dress slacks, Dark button up over a light Tee, Most beautiful woman within miles on his arm.

"That's sweet, but I've noticed that the rest of these fanatics seem to be wearing the team's uniform… Hmmm… Well, It IS your birthday…"

"Oh?" He laughed, squeezing her hand. "I'd like to see you in one."

"Now darling, you know that blue and yellow are NOT my colors."

He leaned over, breathing her in as he whispered into her ear. "Well, they do make them in white…"

"Hrm… Now that wouldn't be too bad…" She leaned back into him while thinking, perhaps, that smirk wasn't so bad after all.

Sabre Dance.

(Asitiswhenitwas)
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