<strong>Slade, on the beach with Emma</strong><br/><br/>Slade didn't need any additional hints or tips, this was Herogasm and Emma Frost seemed sufficiently intrigued by Slade Wilson. With a confident smile he moved closer to Emma until he was laying beside her.<em>~You're even more splendid up close Ms. Frost~</em>thought The Terminator as his one good eye ran up and down her form, stretched out on the lounge chair. Soon enough his wandering eye was joined by a wandering finger. It started low on her leg and moved upwards, trailing across the so finely sculpted body.<br/><br/>Slade wasn't one of the virgin just adult boy scouts that were plaguing the beach hoping their favourite team mate or villain would let them wet their prick in them. Deathstroke was quite acquainted with the female form, his hand passed up her stomach and across the white material covering a breast. "Say something if I'm wrong." The hand traveled back down but took a more central trail. The finger came to the white string bikini bottom and without any humility The Terminator's hand took a firm resting spot. "Put perhaps I can offer a more stimulating vacation."