Happy birthday, cinnamon_sins!
Title: Three Friends
Author: acidpop25
Rating: soft R to be safe
Pairing(s): Emma/Malcolm/Graham and permutations
Warning(s): Very slight bondage
Summary: "You want to, don't you?"
A/N: This is a gift for cinnamon_sins. Happy birthday, Elle!
"I'm glad you find this funny," Emma bit out, scowling at Malcolm, who was nearly doubled over with laughter a few feet away. That only made him laugh harder, to her infinite displeasure, but a swift, judicious application of stiletto heel to the shin shut him up smartly.
"Ow! Bloody hell, Dobbs!"
"Sorry," she said, clearly not meaning it in the slightest.
"Bitch," he muttered. Emma raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah. Your point?"
"Friendly reminder."
"I'll give you 'friendly reminder,' Baddock..."
Malcolm wisely backed up a few steps. "I'm sorry, Gem. It's just... ironic, is all."
Emma gave him her best Skeptical Look. "How, exactly?"
Malcolm smirked. "Because I happen to like situations involving me naked on a bed and you in stilettos and a corset, Em."
"Uh-huh," she said, clearly not impressed. "Your extremely gay ex-boyfriend, however-"
"Nearly came on the spot," Malcolm interjected, and Emma's expression changed from one of irritation to disbelief.
"Excuse me?"
"I think you need to go back in there," Mal said, a gleam in his eyes, "tie that boy down, and show him exactly what he's been missing all this time." Malcolm stepped close to her, invading her personal space, and trailed his forefinger down the front of her corset. "You want to, don't you?"
Emma swallowed and shook her head. "Graham and I are-"
"Just friends?" he finished, raising an eyebrow. "Lying wench, you've wanted him since you figured out what sex was."
"Not true," Emma said, but her cheeks were flushing hotly pink, and Malcolm smirked. Emma mustered another glare and said primly, "I've known what sex was long before I was old enough to want it. I've only wanted Graham since about fourth year."
Malcolm laughed. "You better let me watch."
"Of course," Emma purred, pressing up against him. "Just one rule."
"What's that?"
She just smiled, the minx, and suddenly she had her wand in her hand and was muttering a spell, and Malcolm felt something constrict around his wrists, clamping them behind his back.
Her smile went wicked. "No touching," she said, and headed for the bedroom.
Malcolm groaned and followed.
Author: acidpop25
Rating: soft R to be safe
Pairing(s): Emma/Malcolm/Graham and permutations
Warning(s): Very slight bondage
Summary: "You want to, don't you?"
A/N: This is a gift for cinnamon_sins. Happy birthday, Elle!
"I'm glad you find this funny," Emma bit out, scowling at Malcolm, who was nearly doubled over with laughter a few feet away. That only made him laugh harder, to her infinite displeasure, but a swift, judicious application of stiletto heel to the shin shut him up smartly.
"Ow! Bloody hell, Dobbs!"
"Sorry," she said, clearly not meaning it in the slightest.
"Bitch," he muttered. Emma raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah. Your point?"
"Friendly reminder."
"I'll give you 'friendly reminder,' Baddock..."
Malcolm wisely backed up a few steps. "I'm sorry, Gem. It's just... ironic, is all."
Emma gave him her best Skeptical Look. "How, exactly?"
Malcolm smirked. "Because I happen to like situations involving me naked on a bed and you in stilettos and a corset, Em."
"Uh-huh," she said, clearly not impressed. "Your extremely gay ex-boyfriend, however-"
"Nearly came on the spot," Malcolm interjected, and Emma's expression changed from one of irritation to disbelief.
"Excuse me?"
"I think you need to go back in there," Mal said, a gleam in his eyes, "tie that boy down, and show him exactly what he's been missing all this time." Malcolm stepped close to her, invading her personal space, and trailed his forefinger down the front of her corset. "You want to, don't you?"
Emma swallowed and shook her head. "Graham and I are-"
"Just friends?" he finished, raising an eyebrow. "Lying wench, you've wanted him since you figured out what sex was."
"Not true," Emma said, but her cheeks were flushing hotly pink, and Malcolm smirked. Emma mustered another glare and said primly, "I've known what sex was long before I was old enough to want it. I've only wanted Graham since about fourth year."
Malcolm laughed. "You better let me watch."
"Of course," Emma purred, pressing up against him. "Just one rule."
"What's that?"
She just smiled, the minx, and suddenly she had her wand in her hand and was muttering a spell, and Malcolm felt something constrict around his wrists, clamping them behind his back.
Her smile went wicked. "No touching," she said, and headed for the bedroom.
Malcolm groaned and followed.