"Cuz We're Young, Let's Have Fun" - Miley/Emily, NC-17
Title: Cuz We're Young, Let's Have Fun
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Miley Cyrus/Emily Osment
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Words: ~4700
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
WARNINGS: SMUT
Note: In celebration of Emilyʻs dress from the Much Music Awards, I wrote her with her OTP, Miles. This wasn't meant to be smut, I swear I don't know what happened. It's also really long. Again... completely shocked.
Emily's New Single, "Let's Be Friends."
“Come up to my room. And wear your dress from tonight, I didn’t get to admire it when I was working, and I won’t pass up an opportunity to stare at you for as long as I want in the privacy of my own hotel room.”
“You’re so demanding.”
“I get what I want, is all, babe.”
“That you do. All right all right, give me 20 minutes. You’re lucky I haven’t taken it off yet, I only just kicked off the heels.”
“Oh, oh, wear the heels too.”
“Ahh, maaan.” Emily groans over the phone, while Miley laughs loudly into the speaker before hanging up.
It takes Emily exactly 23 minutes to get up to Miley’s room and knock on the door, during which Miley spent that time restlessly flitting about her room in her night clothes and open hotel robe, trying to shake off the still pulsing energy from tonight’s award show, and performances. Too bad she didn’t get to keep the wardrobe. She really wanted to wear that black fishnet bikini number one more time.
Opening the door, Miley makes a show to fawn over Emily’s radiating beauty before pulling her in by the hand and squeezing her into a one-armed hug, then pushing her into the room and locking the door behind her.
“You were so right, “ Miley says, when Emily turns around and faces her, standing a little awkwardly on her heels and shifting her weight from foot to foot. “About what?”
“About me being lucky you didn't take off the dress yet. I’m thanking the sweet baby Jesus for this miracle, because damn girl, you look hot!” Miley exudes, waving her arms about in exaggeration and making a 360 trip around Emily, viewing her from all sides in the white and yellow dress. “Those heels are killer, they make your legs look amazing.”
“These heels are killing me, they make my legs burn. You’ve seen them, can I take them off now?”
“Fine fine, go ahead.”
“So, how come I still have to look all gussied up, and you’re here in your sleepytime booty shorts?” Emily complains while leaning on the edge of the bed and bending over to take off her heels, left then right.
“Sorry babe, I wish I could return the favor, but my outfits are already on their way back to the performance designer. Shame too, I really wanted to keep that black bikini number.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I certainly would have liked to get a closer look at that one, see if I could find anymore skin that was exposed, because it was like a Where’s Waldo of Miley Flesh when you were struttin’ in it earlier, I could barely even tell it was you under all that material.”
“Oh ha-ha, bonus points for a Waldo crack, goood job,” Miley claps sarcastically as she watches Emily stand up again, kicking her expensive heels to the corner of the room with little care.
“But between you and me, and I’m jus’ ah-sayin’ here, there ain’t no rule keepin’ ya from givin’ me a thorough inspection,” Miley purrs, her eyebrows animatedly dancing on her forehead as she speaks the word “inspection.”
Emily shifts her weight on her right leg, her hip jutting out to the side exaggeratedly and she fans herself with a dainty wave of her hands, “Oh Miss Miley, please refrain from ah-flusterin’ meh,” she says with thick southern belle affectation. Miley just winks, and turns to the side as she sheds her fluffy hotel robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet, revealing her small white tank top and tiny blue boy shorts. She looks over her shoulder, beneath her lashes, to catch Emily staring, and smirks while putting a hand on her hip.
Emily blinks and blushes slightly, giving Miley a lame thumbs up gesture in appreciation, but Miley thinks it’s cute. The highlighted brunette sweeps her shoulder-length hair behind her shoulder and regards Emily, just drinking her in. The other girl smiles bashfully and scratches at her ear, a little uncomfortable with the silent tension. Finally Miley moves forward.
“You’re beautiful, girl.” She says simply. Emily smiles brightly, and her cheeks hurt from the attention Miley is giving her. It’s been a few months since they’ve spent time together, it’s a feeling that lights a fiery excitement in Emily’s belly; because when Miley Cyrus gives you attention, there’s really nothing else in the world that quite measures up. Her face flushes more prominently when Miley checks her out, again.
“No but like, for real? Your ass looks so fine in that dress, Em” and she pulls Emily to her, grabbing the admired ass firmly with both hands, pushing their hips together. “No, but like, seriously, thanks Miles, it’s like, super cool that you think so,” Emily replies, teasing Miley.
Emily rests her hands on Miley’s bare shoulders, as Miley leans closer to look over Emily’s shoulder and stare at her ass. She squeezes it once, earning a giddy laugh from the other girl, and turns her body so that she can admire the two of them in the hotel room’s mirrored closet door. Miley smiles and poses in the reflection, pouting her lips and moving her body even closer to Emily’s. Both girl’s eyes are transfixed on the mirror, watching as they move against each other, striking vogue poses, dancing and swaying in each other’s arms.
At some point, Miley goes from tossing her own hair, to tangling her hands in Emily’s bright golden locks, fluffing it up and letting it slide through her fingers, raking her nails lightly against the older girl’s scalp and running down to her shoulders. Emily locks her arms around Miley’s neck and leans back, putting space between their chests but pushing their hips closer together. They erupt in soft giggles every few seconds, changing positions and just forgetting about everything outside of the mirror’s reflection.
Emily slides her leg between Miley’s, placing her weight on her back foot so that she can run her foot along the back of Miley’s calf. Miley’s eyes follow the movement in the mirror while her hips dip lower, making contact against Emily’s thigh. Licking her lips unconsciously, Miley runs her hands over Emily’s arms, moving to her shoulders to slip her thumbs under the wide straps of Emily’s dress, moving them close to falling off, but not quite. Emily’s eyes are dark in the reflected light of the one lamp standing in the corner.
“I think you should know, Miley…” Emily says quietly, her voice a little breathless as Miley’s hand abandons her shoulders to slide down her back and splay themselves across the small of Emily’s back, her fingers exploring the fabric covering her ass, “…I have Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’ running on repeat in my mind at this exact moment.”
”Sweet, sweeeet fantasy baaybay, when I close my eyes, you come and taake meeeeh,” Miley sings jovially, popping her chest and rolling her shoulders, dancing as the song invades her mind. She dissolves into deep laughter as Emily closes her eyes and smiles, leaning forward and resting her head against Miley’s shoulder, struggling with her giggles. Miley hugs her tightly to her chest and relaxes in the embrace, realizing she missed, more than she thought she did, the ease of laughing with Emily. But with the mood effectively killed for the moment, she shakes her head before kissing the side of Emily’s head, smoothing her hair and letting the remnants of her laughter fall from her lips.
Emily snakes her arms around Miley’s torso and grabs fingerfuls of Miley’s tank top, scrunching it up in the back. Sighing heavily and plopping her chin on Miley’s shoulder, she blinks as her emotions are hyper-energized, and she suddenly feels bold and full of energy. She realizes she’s still smiling, and feels Miley is playing with the ends of hair behind her back, twirling locks around her fingers. The blonde drops her head an inch so that her lips fall to Miley’s shoulder, and before she thinks much about it, she kisses the skin there. She can feel Miley’s head move to turn in her direction, away from the mirror, and Emily lifts her head, coming within centimeters of Miley’s face as they regard each other. Smiling softly, Emily presses her lips to Miley’s and sneaks her hands beneath the fabric of Miley’s top, to lie on the small of her back. It’s slow and sweet, and when Emily pulls back, Miley has the same small smile on her face.
“Well… that was easy,” Emily giggles lightly.
“Yup,” Miley nods in agreement. She leans in again for another kiss, and tries to chase Emily’s lips when she pulls away again. “So, you’re into me, right?” Emily asks, a little blush coming to her cheeks, uncharacteristically and suddenly shy.
“Uhm, duh, why would I want to make out with you if I wasn’t?” Miley scoffs.
“Just checking,” Emily confirms, smiling again as she moves back in, her arms coming up to lock behind Miley’s neck again.
The lyrics to Emily’s song, that she sent to Miley a few weeks ago, pop up in Miley’s mind, making her giggle softly as she again copes a feel from Emily’s ass;
Let’s be friends so we can make out, You’re so hot let me show you around.
“Mm, I hope you’re - laughing - about something - other than my kissing technique -“ Emily mutters between kissing and sucking at Miley’s lips.
“Shut up, you’re amazing,” Miley replies huffily, bringing her hands to Emily’s head so she stops pulling away to do silly things like talk. Emily mumbles again but is quiet after, except for the occasional soft gasp of air between kisses. Her hands are moving again, under Miley’s top, tracing smooth skin and tight muscle, uninhibited by a bra, which by itself is an awesome turn on.
The minutes tick by, and Miley is thankful they are uninterrupted minutes, of making out, until finally Emily shifts her full weight forward, pushing Miley back towards the bed. Emily explains while moving to kiss Miley’s jaw, “My feet hurt.”
Miley catches herself again staring at Emily’s ass through the mirror, and she says shakily, “Ok, ok.” Her breathing is a bit labored and her mind is sluggish, but she moves backwards and sits on the bed, holding Emily’s hands and bringing her to follow. Emily is a bit unsteady on the bed, in her tight dress, so Miley just lies down and entices Emily to lie on top of her, so her dress is less constricting. “Better?” Miley asks, her hands brushing Emily’s beautiful hair from her face. Emily nods the affirmative and leans down to resume their previous activity.
Emily holds onto Miley’s other hand, entwining her fingers and moving their hands along the bedspread to hold above Miley’s head. Emily’s neck soon starts to ache from holding it above Miley, however, so she shifts her body to slide to her left, her right hand following to massage and explore Miley’s stomach and sides. Miley throws a leg over Emily’s and runs her heel along the older girl’s calf, relaxing into the makeout session and letting her mind wander. It’s a little weird but she thinks back to when they first started working together, how they didn’t quite fit together. But here, now, on the cusp of adulthood, they fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces that snap into place with just the slightest pressure. As Emily pays special attention to Miley’s bottom lip, Miley’s tongue reaches to taste Emily’s top lip and she feels Emily’s hand squeeze her own tighter.
Miley’s other hand is having way too much fun with Emily’s dress, her palm running along her side and down her back, her fingers catching in the rips of white, to claw at the soft yellow undercloth material. By now, Emily’s lower body has sort of fused with Miley’s, but try as she might, Emily can’t quite get Miley’s thigh between her legs; her tight dress is pressed deep against Miley’s skin, the area around the hem is stark white from pressure. Emily is getting increasingly frustrated as Miley’s hands keep running up and down her side, sometimes grazing the side of her breast, and she doesn’t even notice when she starts grunting softly and moving faster against Miley. She detaches her lips and hides her head in the crook of Miley’s neck, kissing and biting and panting against her skin, her body moving like an ocean waving, crashing against Miley’s shore. Miley finally notices something’s up when Emily lets out a low growl suddenly, her hips pushed powerfully against Miley’s thigh and her breathing moist against Miley’s hot neck.
“Wh-woah, there. What was that?” Miley asks teasingly. She cranes her neck away to look at Emily’s face, which is bright red from something other than embarrassment. “Sorry, I uh.. I just.. this stupid dress, and I , uh…” Emily stutters breathlessly, her hand grabbing a bit of dress and stretching. Miley chuckles and tries to situate herself to accommodate the dress, but she finds no solution. The dress is too tight to slip up above Emily’s hips, and Miley’s thigh won’t reach to where Emily wants it. Miley growls similarly and huffs. Emily groans and bites Miley’s shoulder, then kisses it better. Stopping isn’t something either of them is thinking about at this point.
“Here, sit up, Ems,” Miley says, getting to her knees on the bed. One of her hands moves to find the zipper of Emily’s dress down her back, her other hand caressing over her shoulders and up to cup her face gently. Emily is still suddenly, her breath hitching, and stutters softly “I’m not- not wearing a bra…”
This gives Miley pause for second, before her relaxed smile returns and she kisses Emily sweetly, then she pulls back and lifts her tank top above her head, exposing her breasts to Emily. “Neither am I!” she says brightly, loving the way Emily’s flushed face is instantly redder and her eyes are struggling to stay focused on Miley’s face. Miley kisses her cheek and smiles reassuringly, so Emily nods lightly and puts her hands on Miley’s arms as they reach for her again. “Problem solvers, that’s what we are…” Miley says softly, and slowly unzips the dress. Emily’s heart is beating faster, but she continues to place soft quick kisses against Miley’s jaw and neck, as Miley’s hands slowly, reverently, move over her skin, beneath the dress, to shed Emily of her confines. When Emily’s torso is exposed, Miley kisses her shoulder and places her hands on her hips, grabbing the dress and tugging slowly down, until the material passes over the rise of Emily’s hips and falls to her knees. Miley pushes Emily on her back gently, and pulls the dress from her legs, then not so gently pushes it to the corner of the bed. Her behavior is a little ironic, considering the attention she was paying to the dress earlier.
As she crawls over Emily, laying her body down slowly against the girl’s, she asks cheekily, ”Better? Comfy?” And Emily tries unsuccessfully to fight the wry smile coming to her lips when she replies, “Feeling a tad bit over-exposed, but yea. Comfy.”
Emily grabs Miley’s bare shoulders and pulls her to her lips. Miley’s naked skin is electric under her fingertips and sparks shoot through her in unexpected ways. Miley’s hands roam between them, running down Emily’s sides to the hem of her underwear, then skating back up, growing bolder and coming closer to Emily’s naked chest with each pass.
Their breathing picks up pace and Emily whimpers quietly when Miley gets close again. She shifts her body at the last second, so that finally, Miley’s fingers brush over her erect nipple, and Emily moans into Miley’s mouth. With encouragement, Miley indulges herself and massages Emily’s breast, opening and closing her fingers to lightly pinch skin and apply pressure. Emily’s mouth is open wider now, to aid her breathing, and Miley feels her hot breath against her face as she sucks and tugs on Emily’s plump lips. She can’t help herself from wanting to hear Emily, louder, so she slips her kisses down Emily’s neck and starts making trails with her teeth and tongue.
Emily’s legs have latched onto one of Miley’s legs, her ankles locking at the back, and Miley’s thigh is pressing deliciously against Emily’s center, the heat and moisture noticeably turning Miley on. Miley suddenly moves from Emily’s collar bone to her nipple, engulfing the bud wholly, Miley’s mouth open wide so that her teeth leave grazing marks when she sucks, and Emily makes a weird, loud guttural sound that’s cut off by her biting her lip, hard. Miley looks up, a bit shocked, as though she wasn’t sure she just caused that. “You ok? You good?’ She asks, breathlessly turned on but genuinely concerned. Emily moans and nods her head, still biting her lip, and Miley’s back on target less than a millisecond after Emily’s hand comes up to push Miley’s head back down. Swirling and sliding her tongue around, above and under Emily’s breast, Miley can't fight the moan that rushes from deep in her throat.
The room is soon filled with more moans and pants and “nnnngh” sounds, as the bedspread is rumpled and the temperature heats up ridiculously, leaving droplets of sweat on the small of Miley’s back, wiped clean every now and then by Emily’s searching hands. Emily shifts again, trying to gain closer access to Miley’s thigh, and Miley obliges, sliding almost off of her, still fully entertained by her chest and taut stomach, rising high and sinking low as Emily’s breathing continues it’s labor.
Emily’s eyes open, she’s staring at the ceiling while drowning in her senses, and a sudden need fills her from toe to top, and she just wants to touch Miley, all over, she wants to feel and smell and see her; her heart pumps even faster at the thought. She pushes herself down the bed with her hands, and Miley’s pulled away from her breasts; the younger girl groans in slight protest, but finds a nice bit of sweaty shoulder to nibble on in the mean time, before she lets out an unholy gasping cry when she feels Emily’s hand dive beneath her pajama shorts and cup her, with one finger split straight through her folds, triggering that sensitive nub that’s been driving Miley’s hips to buck sporadically and her stomach to roll.
Emily’s mouth is attached to just above Miley’s breast, and she asks a little naughtily, “Are YOU ok? You good?” She finishes her question with a sharp bite of skin, leaving a mark. Miley grunts noncommittal and slaps Emily’s shoulder blade, but immediately after pulls the girl closer to her and spreads her legs around Emily’s hand. But Emily pulls out suddenly and sits up, hastily flipping her hair out of her face, and tugs roughly at Miley’s shorts, pulling her underwear down with it, and flings it off somewhere. Miley smiles through her hitched breath, but reaches for Emily to return the favor. They’re already here, at this point, no need for any more restrictions. Certainly no want for them, anyway.
Emily’s hand flies back to Miley’s stomach, this time going a bit slower on the downhill, her palm pressed firmly against Miley’s trembling muscle. Emily gets brave and looks right at Miley as her hand drifts over her clean-shaven pubic bone and slips between her legs, her middle finger again dipping in to be swallowed in moisture and heat. Miley’s head falls back and she leans back on her elbows, before slowly sinking down to the bed, her mouth open and an unashamed look of abandon on her features. Emily slides up next to Miley, chasing her lips as she slides her fingers around Miley’s center, exploring and tentatively rubbing, trying to find the winning spots. Miley feels like she’s underwater, gasping for air but holding her breath, her movements slow and her mind dull. She holds onto Emily for security, and kisses her neck between gasps.
Emily stills between Miley’s legs, closing her eyes as she rolls more on top of Miley and kisses her shoulder, then slides her middle finger in slowly, surprising herself with the jolt of desire that rushes through her from her finger. Emily feels terribly inexperienced, but the way Miley is moving her hips to meet Emily’s unpracticed rhythm gives her enough confidence to keep going, focusing on her hand but allowing herself to keep her eyes closed, and taste and smell Miley’s salty skin. After a few moments, Miley’s hands let go from their death grip on Emily’s arms, to tangle in her hair. She pulls Emily’s head up to her face, and kisses her deliciously, before gasping softly against her lips, “One more, Ems… one more...” and Emily somehow knows implicitly what she’s asking. Sliding her middle finger out, Emily plays with two fingers between Miley’s folds, before slowly sliding them in, not too far, but far enough to get Miley to sigh out a moan.
She builds up a rhythm again, slower, but soon pushes farther than she did before, and Miley’s legs are falling apart to her and her hips are bucking with less control, and soon, Miley’s saying her name, smoky and seductive, her voice rough and quiet, and Miley can barely contain herself to keep up, she feels like a sun bursting. The heat and energy within is swirling, churning, and igniting itself over and over, exploding with excitement, and suddenly, a maximum is reached, a fusion takes place, and she erupts with dazzling brilliance behind her eyes. Her nails have etched tattoos into the skin of Emily’s shoulders. She falls slowly back to herself, floating upon a song, Emily’s voice, calling to her from some distance away. “Miley? Are you… How do you feel?”
Miley realizes that her eyes are closed, and her kaleidoscope of morphing colors disappears to be replaced by Emily’s face, looking a bit shy and flushed, but her hands are attentive and gentle as they caress Miley’s face and brush her hair from her eyes. Miley takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, feeling incredibly tired, stretching out as far as she can, from her painted toes to her fingertips. Her eyes smile when she says, “I’ve got that Mariah Carey song stuck in my head.”
She flings her arms out and wraps them around Emily’s neck, bringing her down to her lips to share in a passionately slow kiss. Miley can feel Emily smiling, and entangles her hand in her soft hair, her other hand drifting down her back. Emily’s hands grasp Miley’s face between them, bringing her closer, before they fall away to caress down her jaw, her neck, her shoulders to her chest, where they stay adjacent to her pert breasts. It doesn’t take long for Miley to get noticeably aroused again, and by the way Emily’s leg is running up and down hers, it’s clear to the younger singer what she’s craving; Miley is elated to oblige.
Miley skims her hand from Emily’s waist to her shoulder, lightly pushing her on her back, so that Miley can roll with her. The younger girl is still a bit spent energy-wise, so she delivers slow, sensual kisses to Emily’s lips, face and neck. She ghosts sweet words across her skin, whispers felt rather than heard. When her hands move to Emily’s breasts, the arousal between them is spiked ten-fold once more, and Emily flushes a bright red across her cheeks when she lets out a high moan. Miley lowers her lips to map out trails between the valley of Emily’s breasts; her tongue forges paths under soft mounds and across erect tips.
Miley’s leg slips between Emily’s, her thigh brushing occasionally against the older girl’s center, causing her to shudder involuntarily and make less-than-eloquent noises, despite her best efforts to curb them from leaving her mouth. Soon, Emily’s hips are moving against Miley’s leg, her entire body shifting down to meet her strong muscle. Emily’s hand slips down to grasp at Miley’s ass, just as Miley trails her hand down to press lightly against Emily’s lower stomach. It takes just a couple more bucks of Emily’s hips against Miley for the brunette to slide her hand all the way to Emily’s center, nestling tightly between their bodies, her palm cupping Emily’s moist heat. Miley’s thumb striking against Emily’s throbbing bundle of nerves sends electricity ricocheting through Emily, which causes her jaw to go slack and her toes to curl. Miley doesn’t need to wait before exploring between Emily’s wet folds; she slowly inserts two fingers, still using her thumb to rub furiously, and tries not to cramp her hand. Miley readjusts above Emily, straddling her right leg and leaning her hip against her arm, using her body weight behind her thrusts to drive the rhythm.
Feeling her insides burn in a molten heat, her breath ragged through her mouth, her throat dry, her skin covered in sweat, and her muscles aching from contraction, Emily’s never felt so many intense sensations at once. She can hardly think, her mind is awash in colors and waves of sounds, coming from her, and Miley, and the bed and its sheets. Tangling a hand in her hair, the blonde wrestles with her self-control, fighting to keep aware of all that is going on around her, but finding herself losing the battle, whenever Miley leans down after a slow thrust, to nip at her chest. Miley plays her like a song, picking up speed but always returning to a slow chorus.
Eventually, finally, Emily feels herself being wound tight, coiled, almost to the breaking point, and she actual does think she might break, before suddenly she’s sprung, rapidly uncoiling, her muscles tight yet relaxed, her nerves jumping and firing, and her breath caught in her throat. Her body falls back into the soft contours of the bed with a sigh, but Miley is still moving within her, seemingly unaware that her partner has finished. Emily squeaks loudly, when Miley rubs again, her body hyper-sensitive and tender. Emily closes her legs around Miley’s hand, sending the signal to stop. Miley complies and pulls out, leaning down and kissing a trail back to Emily’s sweaty neck, spending time there to suck on a spot to leave another deep red mark.
It takes quite awhile for Emily to open her eyes again, but suddenly she’s feeling a little awkward, and lifts her head up to look at her crumpled dress, and her heels on the floor. It’s somewhat poetic, the scene something Emily only had vague interpretations of before.
Miley feels her movement and looks up as well, searching her face. Softly, she winds her hand across Emily’s stomach and tucks her close to her, but loose.
“You can stay until the morning, if you want…” She breathes in a whisper, as though she doesn't want to break the tranquility of the still room. Emily looks back to her, her bright eyes shining in the light of the lamp nearby. Suddenly, the previous feeling is gone, and Emily feels warm in the embrace, feels comfortable.
“Ok, then,” she replies after a moment, and relaxes back into Miley. But Miley moves a moment later, rolling out of bed to turn off the room lights. Emily moves up the bed and kicks her legs under the bedspread, but doesn’t take her eyes off of Miley’s form, feeling a blush return to her cheeks instantly. Miley hops back onto the bed after picking up Emily’s dress and laying it a bit more respectfully atop the desk chair, placing the killer heels next to it. She smiles happily as she crawls under the covers and shows no shame in wrapping Emily up in a tight hug, whispering in her ear, “G’night,” then settling down to the pillows. Emily feels herself being infected by that contagious smile, like she always is, and returns the goodnight. She entwines her fingers with Miley’s, like they once did that one summer night in Tennessee, wrapped in quilted blankets and faces so close they could smell each other’s shampoo. Her body falls asleep before her mind registers, slowly being drifted away to memories and fantasies.
~~
When Emily leaves the next morning, Miley gives her a scarf, to wrap around her neck which sports a few dark marks and scratches, and Miley ends up using her entire container of concealer before heading outside. She gets a text from Emily later that day, simply giving her the date when she’ll be back in LA, after her summer tour in Canada is up. Miley replies with an excited smiley face and a promise.
~Fin
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Miley Cyrus/Emily Osment
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Words: ~4700
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
WARNINGS: SMUT
Note: In celebration of Emilyʻs dress from the Much Music Awards, I wrote her with her OTP, Miles. This wasn't meant to be smut, I swear I don't know what happened. It's also really long. Again... completely shocked.
Emily's New Single, "Let's Be Friends."
Click to view“Come up to my room. And wear your dress from tonight, I didn’t get to admire it when I was working, and I won’t pass up an opportunity to stare at you for as long as I want in the privacy of my own hotel room.”
“You’re so demanding.”
“I get what I want, is all, babe.”
“That you do. All right all right, give me 20 minutes. You’re lucky I haven’t taken it off yet, I only just kicked off the heels.”
“Oh, oh, wear the heels too.”
“Ahh, maaan.” Emily groans over the phone, while Miley laughs loudly into the speaker before hanging up.
It takes Emily exactly 23 minutes to get up to Miley’s room and knock on the door, during which Miley spent that time restlessly flitting about her room in her night clothes and open hotel robe, trying to shake off the still pulsing energy from tonight’s award show, and performances. Too bad she didn’t get to keep the wardrobe. She really wanted to wear that black fishnet bikini number one more time.
Opening the door, Miley makes a show to fawn over Emily’s radiating beauty before pulling her in by the hand and squeezing her into a one-armed hug, then pushing her into the room and locking the door behind her.
“You were so right, “ Miley says, when Emily turns around and faces her, standing a little awkwardly on her heels and shifting her weight from foot to foot. “About what?”
“About me being lucky you didn't take off the dress yet. I’m thanking the sweet baby Jesus for this miracle, because damn girl, you look hot!” Miley exudes, waving her arms about in exaggeration and making a 360 trip around Emily, viewing her from all sides in the white and yellow dress. “Those heels are killer, they make your legs look amazing.”
“These heels are killing me, they make my legs burn. You’ve seen them, can I take them off now?”
“Fine fine, go ahead.”
“So, how come I still have to look all gussied up, and you’re here in your sleepytime booty shorts?” Emily complains while leaning on the edge of the bed and bending over to take off her heels, left then right.
“Sorry babe, I wish I could return the favor, but my outfits are already on their way back to the performance designer. Shame too, I really wanted to keep that black bikini number.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I certainly would have liked to get a closer look at that one, see if I could find anymore skin that was exposed, because it was like a Where’s Waldo of Miley Flesh when you were struttin’ in it earlier, I could barely even tell it was you under all that material.”
“Oh ha-ha, bonus points for a Waldo crack, goood job,” Miley claps sarcastically as she watches Emily stand up again, kicking her expensive heels to the corner of the room with little care.
“But between you and me, and I’m jus’ ah-sayin’ here, there ain’t no rule keepin’ ya from givin’ me a thorough inspection,” Miley purrs, her eyebrows animatedly dancing on her forehead as she speaks the word “inspection.”
Emily shifts her weight on her right leg, her hip jutting out to the side exaggeratedly and she fans herself with a dainty wave of her hands, “Oh Miss Miley, please refrain from ah-flusterin’ meh,” she says with thick southern belle affectation. Miley just winks, and turns to the side as she sheds her fluffy hotel robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet, revealing her small white tank top and tiny blue boy shorts. She looks over her shoulder, beneath her lashes, to catch Emily staring, and smirks while putting a hand on her hip.
Emily blinks and blushes slightly, giving Miley a lame thumbs up gesture in appreciation, but Miley thinks it’s cute. The highlighted brunette sweeps her shoulder-length hair behind her shoulder and regards Emily, just drinking her in. The other girl smiles bashfully and scratches at her ear, a little uncomfortable with the silent tension. Finally Miley moves forward.
“You’re beautiful, girl.” She says simply. Emily smiles brightly, and her cheeks hurt from the attention Miley is giving her. It’s been a few months since they’ve spent time together, it’s a feeling that lights a fiery excitement in Emily’s belly; because when Miley Cyrus gives you attention, there’s really nothing else in the world that quite measures up. Her face flushes more prominently when Miley checks her out, again.
“No but like, for real? Your ass looks so fine in that dress, Em” and she pulls Emily to her, grabbing the admired ass firmly with both hands, pushing their hips together. “No, but like, seriously, thanks Miles, it’s like, super cool that you think so,” Emily replies, teasing Miley.
Emily rests her hands on Miley’s bare shoulders, as Miley leans closer to look over Emily’s shoulder and stare at her ass. She squeezes it once, earning a giddy laugh from the other girl, and turns her body so that she can admire the two of them in the hotel room’s mirrored closet door. Miley smiles and poses in the reflection, pouting her lips and moving her body even closer to Emily’s. Both girl’s eyes are transfixed on the mirror, watching as they move against each other, striking vogue poses, dancing and swaying in each other’s arms.
At some point, Miley goes from tossing her own hair, to tangling her hands in Emily’s bright golden locks, fluffing it up and letting it slide through her fingers, raking her nails lightly against the older girl’s scalp and running down to her shoulders. Emily locks her arms around Miley’s neck and leans back, putting space between their chests but pushing their hips closer together. They erupt in soft giggles every few seconds, changing positions and just forgetting about everything outside of the mirror’s reflection.
Emily slides her leg between Miley’s, placing her weight on her back foot so that she can run her foot along the back of Miley’s calf. Miley’s eyes follow the movement in the mirror while her hips dip lower, making contact against Emily’s thigh. Licking her lips unconsciously, Miley runs her hands over Emily’s arms, moving to her shoulders to slip her thumbs under the wide straps of Emily’s dress, moving them close to falling off, but not quite. Emily’s eyes are dark in the reflected light of the one lamp standing in the corner.
“I think you should know, Miley…” Emily says quietly, her voice a little breathless as Miley’s hand abandons her shoulders to slide down her back and splay themselves across the small of Emily’s back, her fingers exploring the fabric covering her ass, “…I have Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’ running on repeat in my mind at this exact moment.”
”Sweet, sweeeet fantasy baaybay, when I close my eyes, you come and taake meeeeh,” Miley sings jovially, popping her chest and rolling her shoulders, dancing as the song invades her mind. She dissolves into deep laughter as Emily closes her eyes and smiles, leaning forward and resting her head against Miley’s shoulder, struggling with her giggles. Miley hugs her tightly to her chest and relaxes in the embrace, realizing she missed, more than she thought she did, the ease of laughing with Emily. But with the mood effectively killed for the moment, she shakes her head before kissing the side of Emily’s head, smoothing her hair and letting the remnants of her laughter fall from her lips.
Emily snakes her arms around Miley’s torso and grabs fingerfuls of Miley’s tank top, scrunching it up in the back. Sighing heavily and plopping her chin on Miley’s shoulder, she blinks as her emotions are hyper-energized, and she suddenly feels bold and full of energy. She realizes she’s still smiling, and feels Miley is playing with the ends of hair behind her back, twirling locks around her fingers. The blonde drops her head an inch so that her lips fall to Miley’s shoulder, and before she thinks much about it, she kisses the skin there. She can feel Miley’s head move to turn in her direction, away from the mirror, and Emily lifts her head, coming within centimeters of Miley’s face as they regard each other. Smiling softly, Emily presses her lips to Miley’s and sneaks her hands beneath the fabric of Miley’s top, to lie on the small of her back. It’s slow and sweet, and when Emily pulls back, Miley has the same small smile on her face.
“Well… that was easy,” Emily giggles lightly.
“Yup,” Miley nods in agreement. She leans in again for another kiss, and tries to chase Emily’s lips when she pulls away again. “So, you’re into me, right?” Emily asks, a little blush coming to her cheeks, uncharacteristically and suddenly shy.
“Uhm, duh, why would I want to make out with you if I wasn’t?” Miley scoffs.
“Just checking,” Emily confirms, smiling again as she moves back in, her arms coming up to lock behind Miley’s neck again.
The lyrics to Emily’s song, that she sent to Miley a few weeks ago, pop up in Miley’s mind, making her giggle softly as she again copes a feel from Emily’s ass;
Let’s be friends so we can make out, You’re so hot let me show you around.
“Mm, I hope you’re - laughing - about something - other than my kissing technique -“ Emily mutters between kissing and sucking at Miley’s lips.
“Shut up, you’re amazing,” Miley replies huffily, bringing her hands to Emily’s head so she stops pulling away to do silly things like talk. Emily mumbles again but is quiet after, except for the occasional soft gasp of air between kisses. Her hands are moving again, under Miley’s top, tracing smooth skin and tight muscle, uninhibited by a bra, which by itself is an awesome turn on.
The minutes tick by, and Miley is thankful they are uninterrupted minutes, of making out, until finally Emily shifts her full weight forward, pushing Miley back towards the bed. Emily explains while moving to kiss Miley’s jaw, “My feet hurt.”
Miley catches herself again staring at Emily’s ass through the mirror, and she says shakily, “Ok, ok.” Her breathing is a bit labored and her mind is sluggish, but she moves backwards and sits on the bed, holding Emily’s hands and bringing her to follow. Emily is a bit unsteady on the bed, in her tight dress, so Miley just lies down and entices Emily to lie on top of her, so her dress is less constricting. “Better?” Miley asks, her hands brushing Emily’s beautiful hair from her face. Emily nods the affirmative and leans down to resume their previous activity.
Emily holds onto Miley’s other hand, entwining her fingers and moving their hands along the bedspread to hold above Miley’s head. Emily’s neck soon starts to ache from holding it above Miley, however, so she shifts her body to slide to her left, her right hand following to massage and explore Miley’s stomach and sides. Miley throws a leg over Emily’s and runs her heel along the older girl’s calf, relaxing into the makeout session and letting her mind wander. It’s a little weird but she thinks back to when they first started working together, how they didn’t quite fit together. But here, now, on the cusp of adulthood, they fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces that snap into place with just the slightest pressure. As Emily pays special attention to Miley’s bottom lip, Miley’s tongue reaches to taste Emily’s top lip and she feels Emily’s hand squeeze her own tighter.
Miley’s other hand is having way too much fun with Emily’s dress, her palm running along her side and down her back, her fingers catching in the rips of white, to claw at the soft yellow undercloth material. By now, Emily’s lower body has sort of fused with Miley’s, but try as she might, Emily can’t quite get Miley’s thigh between her legs; her tight dress is pressed deep against Miley’s skin, the area around the hem is stark white from pressure. Emily is getting increasingly frustrated as Miley’s hands keep running up and down her side, sometimes grazing the side of her breast, and she doesn’t even notice when she starts grunting softly and moving faster against Miley. She detaches her lips and hides her head in the crook of Miley’s neck, kissing and biting and panting against her skin, her body moving like an ocean waving, crashing against Miley’s shore. Miley finally notices something’s up when Emily lets out a low growl suddenly, her hips pushed powerfully against Miley’s thigh and her breathing moist against Miley’s hot neck.
“Wh-woah, there. What was that?” Miley asks teasingly. She cranes her neck away to look at Emily’s face, which is bright red from something other than embarrassment. “Sorry, I uh.. I just.. this stupid dress, and I , uh…” Emily stutters breathlessly, her hand grabbing a bit of dress and stretching. Miley chuckles and tries to situate herself to accommodate the dress, but she finds no solution. The dress is too tight to slip up above Emily’s hips, and Miley’s thigh won’t reach to where Emily wants it. Miley growls similarly and huffs. Emily groans and bites Miley’s shoulder, then kisses it better. Stopping isn’t something either of them is thinking about at this point.
“Here, sit up, Ems,” Miley says, getting to her knees on the bed. One of her hands moves to find the zipper of Emily’s dress down her back, her other hand caressing over her shoulders and up to cup her face gently. Emily is still suddenly, her breath hitching, and stutters softly “I’m not- not wearing a bra…”
This gives Miley pause for second, before her relaxed smile returns and she kisses Emily sweetly, then she pulls back and lifts her tank top above her head, exposing her breasts to Emily. “Neither am I!” she says brightly, loving the way Emily’s flushed face is instantly redder and her eyes are struggling to stay focused on Miley’s face. Miley kisses her cheek and smiles reassuringly, so Emily nods lightly and puts her hands on Miley’s arms as they reach for her again. “Problem solvers, that’s what we are…” Miley says softly, and slowly unzips the dress. Emily’s heart is beating faster, but she continues to place soft quick kisses against Miley’s jaw and neck, as Miley’s hands slowly, reverently, move over her skin, beneath the dress, to shed Emily of her confines. When Emily’s torso is exposed, Miley kisses her shoulder and places her hands on her hips, grabbing the dress and tugging slowly down, until the material passes over the rise of Emily’s hips and falls to her knees. Miley pushes Emily on her back gently, and pulls the dress from her legs, then not so gently pushes it to the corner of the bed. Her behavior is a little ironic, considering the attention she was paying to the dress earlier.
As she crawls over Emily, laying her body down slowly against the girl’s, she asks cheekily, ”Better? Comfy?” And Emily tries unsuccessfully to fight the wry smile coming to her lips when she replies, “Feeling a tad bit over-exposed, but yea. Comfy.”
Emily grabs Miley’s bare shoulders and pulls her to her lips. Miley’s naked skin is electric under her fingertips and sparks shoot through her in unexpected ways. Miley’s hands roam between them, running down Emily’s sides to the hem of her underwear, then skating back up, growing bolder and coming closer to Emily’s naked chest with each pass.
Their breathing picks up pace and Emily whimpers quietly when Miley gets close again. She shifts her body at the last second, so that finally, Miley’s fingers brush over her erect nipple, and Emily moans into Miley’s mouth. With encouragement, Miley indulges herself and massages Emily’s breast, opening and closing her fingers to lightly pinch skin and apply pressure. Emily’s mouth is open wider now, to aid her breathing, and Miley feels her hot breath against her face as she sucks and tugs on Emily’s plump lips. She can’t help herself from wanting to hear Emily, louder, so she slips her kisses down Emily’s neck and starts making trails with her teeth and tongue.
Emily’s legs have latched onto one of Miley’s legs, her ankles locking at the back, and Miley’s thigh is pressing deliciously against Emily’s center, the heat and moisture noticeably turning Miley on. Miley suddenly moves from Emily’s collar bone to her nipple, engulfing the bud wholly, Miley’s mouth open wide so that her teeth leave grazing marks when she sucks, and Emily makes a weird, loud guttural sound that’s cut off by her biting her lip, hard. Miley looks up, a bit shocked, as though she wasn’t sure she just caused that. “You ok? You good?’ She asks, breathlessly turned on but genuinely concerned. Emily moans and nods her head, still biting her lip, and Miley’s back on target less than a millisecond after Emily’s hand comes up to push Miley’s head back down. Swirling and sliding her tongue around, above and under Emily’s breast, Miley can't fight the moan that rushes from deep in her throat.
The room is soon filled with more moans and pants and “nnnngh” sounds, as the bedspread is rumpled and the temperature heats up ridiculously, leaving droplets of sweat on the small of Miley’s back, wiped clean every now and then by Emily’s searching hands. Emily shifts again, trying to gain closer access to Miley’s thigh, and Miley obliges, sliding almost off of her, still fully entertained by her chest and taut stomach, rising high and sinking low as Emily’s breathing continues it’s labor.
Emily’s eyes open, she’s staring at the ceiling while drowning in her senses, and a sudden need fills her from toe to top, and she just wants to touch Miley, all over, she wants to feel and smell and see her; her heart pumps even faster at the thought. She pushes herself down the bed with her hands, and Miley’s pulled away from her breasts; the younger girl groans in slight protest, but finds a nice bit of sweaty shoulder to nibble on in the mean time, before she lets out an unholy gasping cry when she feels Emily’s hand dive beneath her pajama shorts and cup her, with one finger split straight through her folds, triggering that sensitive nub that’s been driving Miley’s hips to buck sporadically and her stomach to roll.
Emily’s mouth is attached to just above Miley’s breast, and she asks a little naughtily, “Are YOU ok? You good?” She finishes her question with a sharp bite of skin, leaving a mark. Miley grunts noncommittal and slaps Emily’s shoulder blade, but immediately after pulls the girl closer to her and spreads her legs around Emily’s hand. But Emily pulls out suddenly and sits up, hastily flipping her hair out of her face, and tugs roughly at Miley’s shorts, pulling her underwear down with it, and flings it off somewhere. Miley smiles through her hitched breath, but reaches for Emily to return the favor. They’re already here, at this point, no need for any more restrictions. Certainly no want for them, anyway.
Emily’s hand flies back to Miley’s stomach, this time going a bit slower on the downhill, her palm pressed firmly against Miley’s trembling muscle. Emily gets brave and looks right at Miley as her hand drifts over her clean-shaven pubic bone and slips between her legs, her middle finger again dipping in to be swallowed in moisture and heat. Miley’s head falls back and she leans back on her elbows, before slowly sinking down to the bed, her mouth open and an unashamed look of abandon on her features. Emily slides up next to Miley, chasing her lips as she slides her fingers around Miley’s center, exploring and tentatively rubbing, trying to find the winning spots. Miley feels like she’s underwater, gasping for air but holding her breath, her movements slow and her mind dull. She holds onto Emily for security, and kisses her neck between gasps.
Emily stills between Miley’s legs, closing her eyes as she rolls more on top of Miley and kisses her shoulder, then slides her middle finger in slowly, surprising herself with the jolt of desire that rushes through her from her finger. Emily feels terribly inexperienced, but the way Miley is moving her hips to meet Emily’s unpracticed rhythm gives her enough confidence to keep going, focusing on her hand but allowing herself to keep her eyes closed, and taste and smell Miley’s salty skin. After a few moments, Miley’s hands let go from their death grip on Emily’s arms, to tangle in her hair. She pulls Emily’s head up to her face, and kisses her deliciously, before gasping softly against her lips, “One more, Ems… one more...” and Emily somehow knows implicitly what she’s asking. Sliding her middle finger out, Emily plays with two fingers between Miley’s folds, before slowly sliding them in, not too far, but far enough to get Miley to sigh out a moan.
She builds up a rhythm again, slower, but soon pushes farther than she did before, and Miley’s legs are falling apart to her and her hips are bucking with less control, and soon, Miley’s saying her name, smoky and seductive, her voice rough and quiet, and Miley can barely contain herself to keep up, she feels like a sun bursting. The heat and energy within is swirling, churning, and igniting itself over and over, exploding with excitement, and suddenly, a maximum is reached, a fusion takes place, and she erupts with dazzling brilliance behind her eyes. Her nails have etched tattoos into the skin of Emily’s shoulders. She falls slowly back to herself, floating upon a song, Emily’s voice, calling to her from some distance away. “Miley? Are you… How do you feel?”
Miley realizes that her eyes are closed, and her kaleidoscope of morphing colors disappears to be replaced by Emily’s face, looking a bit shy and flushed, but her hands are attentive and gentle as they caress Miley’s face and brush her hair from her eyes. Miley takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, feeling incredibly tired, stretching out as far as she can, from her painted toes to her fingertips. Her eyes smile when she says, “I’ve got that Mariah Carey song stuck in my head.”
She flings her arms out and wraps them around Emily’s neck, bringing her down to her lips to share in a passionately slow kiss. Miley can feel Emily smiling, and entangles her hand in her soft hair, her other hand drifting down her back. Emily’s hands grasp Miley’s face between them, bringing her closer, before they fall away to caress down her jaw, her neck, her shoulders to her chest, where they stay adjacent to her pert breasts. It doesn’t take long for Miley to get noticeably aroused again, and by the way Emily’s leg is running up and down hers, it’s clear to the younger singer what she’s craving; Miley is elated to oblige.
Miley skims her hand from Emily’s waist to her shoulder, lightly pushing her on her back, so that Miley can roll with her. The younger girl is still a bit spent energy-wise, so she delivers slow, sensual kisses to Emily’s lips, face and neck. She ghosts sweet words across her skin, whispers felt rather than heard. When her hands move to Emily’s breasts, the arousal between them is spiked ten-fold once more, and Emily flushes a bright red across her cheeks when she lets out a high moan. Miley lowers her lips to map out trails between the valley of Emily’s breasts; her tongue forges paths under soft mounds and across erect tips.
Miley’s leg slips between Emily’s, her thigh brushing occasionally against the older girl’s center, causing her to shudder involuntarily and make less-than-eloquent noises, despite her best efforts to curb them from leaving her mouth. Soon, Emily’s hips are moving against Miley’s leg, her entire body shifting down to meet her strong muscle. Emily’s hand slips down to grasp at Miley’s ass, just as Miley trails her hand down to press lightly against Emily’s lower stomach. It takes just a couple more bucks of Emily’s hips against Miley for the brunette to slide her hand all the way to Emily’s center, nestling tightly between their bodies, her palm cupping Emily’s moist heat. Miley’s thumb striking against Emily’s throbbing bundle of nerves sends electricity ricocheting through Emily, which causes her jaw to go slack and her toes to curl. Miley doesn’t need to wait before exploring between Emily’s wet folds; she slowly inserts two fingers, still using her thumb to rub furiously, and tries not to cramp her hand. Miley readjusts above Emily, straddling her right leg and leaning her hip against her arm, using her body weight behind her thrusts to drive the rhythm.
Feeling her insides burn in a molten heat, her breath ragged through her mouth, her throat dry, her skin covered in sweat, and her muscles aching from contraction, Emily’s never felt so many intense sensations at once. She can hardly think, her mind is awash in colors and waves of sounds, coming from her, and Miley, and the bed and its sheets. Tangling a hand in her hair, the blonde wrestles with her self-control, fighting to keep aware of all that is going on around her, but finding herself losing the battle, whenever Miley leans down after a slow thrust, to nip at her chest. Miley plays her like a song, picking up speed but always returning to a slow chorus.
Eventually, finally, Emily feels herself being wound tight, coiled, almost to the breaking point, and she actual does think she might break, before suddenly she’s sprung, rapidly uncoiling, her muscles tight yet relaxed, her nerves jumping and firing, and her breath caught in her throat. Her body falls back into the soft contours of the bed with a sigh, but Miley is still moving within her, seemingly unaware that her partner has finished. Emily squeaks loudly, when Miley rubs again, her body hyper-sensitive and tender. Emily closes her legs around Miley’s hand, sending the signal to stop. Miley complies and pulls out, leaning down and kissing a trail back to Emily’s sweaty neck, spending time there to suck on a spot to leave another deep red mark.
It takes quite awhile for Emily to open her eyes again, but suddenly she’s feeling a little awkward, and lifts her head up to look at her crumpled dress, and her heels on the floor. It’s somewhat poetic, the scene something Emily only had vague interpretations of before.
Miley feels her movement and looks up as well, searching her face. Softly, she winds her hand across Emily’s stomach and tucks her close to her, but loose.
“You can stay until the morning, if you want…” She breathes in a whisper, as though she doesn't want to break the tranquility of the still room. Emily looks back to her, her bright eyes shining in the light of the lamp nearby. Suddenly, the previous feeling is gone, and Emily feels warm in the embrace, feels comfortable.
“Ok, then,” she replies after a moment, and relaxes back into Miley. But Miley moves a moment later, rolling out of bed to turn off the room lights. Emily moves up the bed and kicks her legs under the bedspread, but doesn’t take her eyes off of Miley’s form, feeling a blush return to her cheeks instantly. Miley hops back onto the bed after picking up Emily’s dress and laying it a bit more respectfully atop the desk chair, placing the killer heels next to it. She smiles happily as she crawls under the covers and shows no shame in wrapping Emily up in a tight hug, whispering in her ear, “G’night,” then settling down to the pillows. Emily feels herself being infected by that contagious smile, like she always is, and returns the goodnight. She entwines her fingers with Miley’s, like they once did that one summer night in Tennessee, wrapped in quilted blankets and faces so close they could smell each other’s shampoo. Her body falls asleep before her mind registers, slowly being drifted away to memories and fantasies.
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When Emily leaves the next morning, Miley gives her a scarf, to wrap around her neck which sports a few dark marks and scratches, and Miley ends up using her entire container of concealer before heading outside. She gets a text from Emily later that day, simply giving her the date when she’ll be back in LA, after her summer tour in Canada is up. Miley replies with an excited smiley face and a promise.
~Fin