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“How enchanting,” Emma Frost drawled as took in the room before her. Her dining room table, which was normally empty save for a few dinner parties, currently held dinner for two. She inhaled the smell of roasted chicken and nearly moaned at how good it smelled. After the day she had, she wanted nothing more than to dig in.
“I thought we could do with something nice,” Madelyne Pryor said as she brushed against Emma.
“Oh I think this is more than nice, darling,” Emma stated with a smile and pulled the other woman into a kiss. “This is perfect.”
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