Bicker 4
Title: Bicker pt 4
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17 (indeed)
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 2450
Prompt: 044. Masturbation
Apologies: And more of the Princeton Eating Club AU! (Or in this case, Library fetish installment.) If you don't know what Eating Clubs are, think Hellfire Club for college students. Bicker is the system for picking new members to let into the club.
I have this one outlined. It is smut, but it makes me happy.
Just a little bit more, just a little harder. Emma ground her hips against her hand, pressing her lips tightly together and sealing them against the pillow. She was so close-
“What do you think you’re doing?”
There was a thump as a second body joined hers on the futon. Emma froze.
Emily pushed the covers off of her and tugged her hands out from under her. “I believe I told you that this was not allowed.”
Emma tried to jerk her hands out of her grip. She was hot and frustrated and incredibly irritated. “This is shit!”
Emily pushed her body over her and pinned her wrists to the pillow above her head. “Those are the rules.”
Emma struggled against her grip, trying desperately to not let the tears come into her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” It came out rough and almost begging, in just the way she hadn’t wanted it to. But she had tried so hard and had gotten so close. And Emily’s body was pressed up against hers like a cruel joke.
“You-“ she looked surprised, and it was worse than an insult. “You can’t?”
Her grip on Emma’s wrists loosened just enough and Emma jerked, hooking her leg around Emily and shoving her down, switching their positions. But she was not in the mood to tease. She kissed her, roughly and sloppily, and then sank her teeth into her lower lip deeply enough to make her cry out. She knew she was grinding like a dog against Emily’s leg, but she really didn’t care, and she let go of her wrists. It was probably a mistake, but she wanted, so badly, to get her hands on her breasts.
She only had a moment to enjoy it, before her head was spinning from a sharp blow, and then she was face down on the mattress with a knee in her back and something cold and metal clicking around her wrists.
“You cuffed me?” she shrieked, but it was muffled by the mattress.
“No one is allowed to just take what they want from me,” Emily hissed. “Not anymore.”
“Your girlfriend really fucked you up, didn’t she?” Emma retorted, still struggling. Another strike clipped the back of her head. Then Emily was off her and jerking her up by the cuffs, forcing her to her feet and manhandling her towards a corner. She shoved her into it, until her face pressed against the cold plaster.
“Don’t talk about something you don’t understand. And explain. You can’t sleep?”
This was humiliating, not that the situation would be much less humiliating if she hadn’t asked that question. Emma hated being rejected. She said nothing, staring straight at the wall.
“Fine.” Emily sighed and let her go. She heard the springs of the bed twang as she sat down. “Stay there all night if you want to.”
Emma slumped against the wall. “I hate you.”
“Yeah? Don’t care.”
There was the sound of covers rumpling. Was Emily going back to bed?
“You’re going to just leave me here?”
“Well, I was going to just make you sleep with cuffs on. But since you tried to take advantage you can stay in the corner.”
“You were the one who got into my bed.”
Emily coughed politely. “Whose futon is it?”
“Mine!”
“You don’t seem to be using it to sleep in.”
“I was going to, until you interfered.”
Emily chuckled. “Are you really saying that you have to get off every night, or you can’t sleep?”
Emma was silent.
“… really?”
“Fuck you.”
“You tried that. No.”
“This isn’t fair. You said it wouldn’t interfere with my mental health, and not getting enough sleep is considered a torture technique.”
“Yeah, waking people up or playing loud music is torture. But not letting someone masturbate?”
“You obviously don’t understand what it’s like to have an addictive personality!”
“I also don’t seem to enjoy yelling at the wall.”
“I don’t want to look at you!”
Emily was laughing at her. This was pathetic.
“You know, I think I underestimated your potential for sadism.”
“I think the point was for me to teach you self-control.”
“I just wanted to go to sleep!” Emma banged her forehead against the wall. “And your fucking snoring wasn’t helping!”
Emily just flicked the back of her head. “I think this means we are going to have to institute some new rules.”
Emma felt the tears leaking out and running down her face. She didn’t care. There was no way this could get worse.
Then she felt hands on the waistband of her pajama bottoms, easing them down. “Don’t. I don’t want you to touch me.”
She didn’t move away though, just stayed leaning against the wall as her pajamas and underwear were lowered to her knees.
“I’m not giving you a pity fuck,” Emily murmured, laughter still in her voice. “And you’re going to be sleeping in cuffs for a long time after this. But I will give you one opportunity to get off every night before bed. You just don’t get to choose the means.”
A knot tightened in Emma’s lower stomach. “I- I don’t want-“
“Yes you do,” Emily murmured. She nipped at her ass.
“Why,” it almost came out as a sob, “why do you get to say I was taking advantage, but it doesn’t apply when you are?”
She felt Emily pull away from her. “Look,” she sighed. “I’m not an insane sadistic bitch. If you trust me I’m not going to force you into something you’re completely uncomfortable with.”
“You haven’t been really convincing about that.”
“Maybe I was just surprised to find a hard limit so soon, especially for someone with a reputation like yours.”
“Just because all of the rumors about you were true, it doesn’t mean it’s the same for me.”
“So you didn’t let a professor bareback you in his office?”
‘No! That’s disgusting!”
“And you didn’t spend an hour in a boy’s bathroom, sucking off whoever came in?”
“Do you really think I would set foot in a boy’s bathroom? Have you smelled them?”
Emily laughed.
“And you didn’t take a boy up to the top of the Chapel bell tower and fuck him there?”
“Well, that one’s true.” Emma grinned, still facing the wall. “It was two boys, during the Episcopalian service.”
Emily laughed. “I knew you had to get the reputation from somewhere.”
“I was so drunk.”
She felt her pajamas being pulled back up and Emily’s fingers closed around hers. She tugged her away from the wall and towards her bed.
“What- what are you doing?”
Emily gave her a wry smile and pushed her into her bed. “I think we need to talk before we get any more tangled up in this.”
Emma did her best to crawl in without the use of her hands. Emily slid in next to her and organized the blankets. It was dark and quiet, but finally Emily spoke.
“There’s a problem with this, and mainly it’s that I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to copy some of the things that Selene did, but the situation isn’t the same. We had a contract, and part of that contract stipulated that I was her possession, sexually.”
Emma grimaced. “How did you-“
“You don’t understand. What that meant was that she always had permission to touch me. She was my lover, not just my owner, and there are certain rights that come with that.”
“You’re right,” Emma drawled slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m sure you do. If you were dating someone, it would be normal to assume that your advances, although not always accepted, were always welcome.”
“I’m not quite sure why you’re restricting this to ‘dating someone’.”
Emily chuckled. “That’s because you’re an arrogant asshole.”
“And here I thought you didn’t know me!” Emma mocked.
Emily’s fingers ran over her temple and she stilled, looking up. Emily evaded her gaze and smiled weakly. “If we were in a relationship, I would kiss you right now.”
“For being a smartass?” Emma watched her in the weak light from the streetlamps outside. “It wouldn’t be… unwelcome.”
“Would the rest of the contents of the clause also be acceptable?”
“I thought I already was your sex toy.”
Emily shook her head. “Our contract only involves me restricting your sexuality, not… augmenting it.”
Emma considered this. “Would I get more sex?”
“Yes.” Emily rolled her eyes. “There’s no way it would get you less sex.”
“Can I add a stipulation that the method of advance is negotiable?”
Emily cocked her head and eyed her across the pillow. “Negotiable? You’re not going to make it hard and fast?”
“I always like it hard and fast.” Emily snorted. “But I’m willing to give you the opportunity to prove your point.”
“Okay,” Emily smiled. She scooched in until their bodies were touching and brushed a kiss against Emma’s cheek. “But those handcuffs are staying on.”
* * *
It had taken a good five minutes of whining to make Emily undo the cuffs that morning and give her a shoulder rub to make up for the achiness, and now if Emma didn’t run, she was going to be late for class.
“Oh, wait right there!”
Emma glared at her. “What!”
“I’m pretty sure underwear weren’t part of the deal.”
Emma just stared, frowning. “You’re a really single minded whore, aren't you?”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “And who can’t sleep without an orgasm?”
Emma shucked her underwear and straightened out her skirt. It was a bit short, but not indecent, at least if she sat with her legs together. She threw them at Emily’s head, but she caught them out of the air and just grinned.
* * *
Three hour seminars in the basement of the library were interminable, and Emma stared steadily at the clock, willing it to move faster. Brittany sat at her shoulder, jabbering on and on about the romantic hero, but honestly, it wasn’t that thrilling of a book. Brittany would be entertained by a dust mote.
Finally the teacher, five minutes early, cut Brittany off and wrapped up the class.
“Thank you fucking Christ,” Emma muttered. Her shoulders were killing her. She fled the room as quickly as possible, Brittany tagging along behind her like a lost puppy, but stopped short, her caboose bumping into her and dropping papers on the floor.
Emily was standing in the stacks, right in front of the door, putting back a book. She glanced over and smiled. Emma didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but smile back. She cursed herself a few times for being such a pathetic human being. When she refocused on what was going on, Emily was helping Brittany pick up her things.
“Oh, thank you!”
“You didn’t need to do that,” Emma said quietly.
“Well,” Emily flashed a grin. “I knew you couldn’t.”
Emma really didn’t intend to blush.
Brittany cocked her head. “Are you… Emma’s girlfriend?”
This time it was Emily’s turn to flush. “Uh…”
Emma slipped her arm through her elbow and tangled their hands together. “Sort of,” she finished.
“Awesome!”
They escaped, and Emily tugged her into the stacks. They hurried into the Richardson section, dark and dusty, and paused near the Shakespeare folios.
“What are you doing here?” Emma asked.
“I thought I’d check if you’ve been good.”
“Oh really?” Emma leaned back against the shelves and slid her hands down her own hips. “Want to try me?”
Emily smiled and stepped in, all dark eyes and bright teeth, and her hand slid up the back of Emma’s thigh and cupped her bare ass. “I’d love to.” Emily kissed her, lips parted, her tongue snaking in to play with Emma’s stud. Emma whimpered into it, and hated herself. It shouldn’t be this easy to submit to her, but it was different, being kissed like this. It wasn’t a punishment, it wasn’t revenge, and she wasn’t in control, or fighting for control. She was just being kissed, waiting to be touched, and it felt completely unlike anything else.
Emily’s hands cupped her ass, and squeezed, and Emma pushed back into the shelves, hooking her legs over the other woman’s hips. Her skirt rode up, and Emily stepped in tighter, breaking the kiss and biting at her neck, hands still kneading her ass.
“God, you’re obsessed,” Emma hissed.
Emily just grinned and nipped at her lower lip. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
Her fingers slipped between Emma’s legs and straight into her, nothing, not even friction, barring their way. Emma sucked in air, her head slamming against the books, and sending a few sliding out the other end and clattering to the floor.
“Harder.”
A third finger slid into her, curling slightly. Emily’s hips were moving, driving against her wrist, forcing her hand deeper inside. Emma clawed the metal shelves, trying to stay up now that she could hardly feel her legs.
“Fuck, Emily,” she cursed, and Emily’s thumb skidded roughly over her clit, and she came.
Footsteps echoed across the linoleum, the thunder of a book cart being driven out of an elevator. Emma breathed hard, braced between the shelves and Emily, and grateful for it.
“Hey…” Emily whispered, tracing a path through the sweat on the back of her neck. “You all right?”
“You’re a terrible top,” Emma muttered, but didn’t move. She tilted her head slightly and licked Emily’s neck.
“It kinda doesn’t feel like that right now.”
“Anomalous.”
Emily laughed, tangling her fingers in her hair. “Now I know you’re just being lazy.”
“Maybe.” Emma tested her ability to stand. It didn’t seem worth it. She pressed her mouth to Emily’s pulse point and sucked at it.
“I’m feeling the urge to examine your piercing with my tongue.”
Emily flushed. “You don’t-“
Emma lowered herself to her knees and started unfastening Emily’s jeans. She shuffled them down off her hips. “Actually, I just like catching you with your pants down. The rest is dessert.”
Emily laughed and stroked her hair. Her nails brushed against her scalp, and Emma shivered at the feeling. It was rather pet-like. She tilted her head up and caught her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. They were damp and sticky and she moved up until the fingertips brushed against the back of her throat, then she let them slowly slide out from between her lips. She shuffled Emily until she was closer to the opposite bookshelf.
“Lean back.”
Emily did, watching her with a far too hesitant expression. It made Emma grin and lick her lips.
“God, why are you so fuckable?” And she leaned in, not waiting for a response.
* * *
Part 5
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17 (indeed)
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 2450
Prompt: 044. Masturbation
Apologies: And more of the Princeton Eating Club AU! (Or in this case, Library fetish installment.) If you don't know what Eating Clubs are, think Hellfire Club for college students. Bicker is the system for picking new members to let into the club.
I have this one outlined. It is smut, but it makes me happy.
Just a little bit more, just a little harder. Emma ground her hips against her hand, pressing her lips tightly together and sealing them against the pillow. She was so close-
“What do you think you’re doing?”
There was a thump as a second body joined hers on the futon. Emma froze.
Emily pushed the covers off of her and tugged her hands out from under her. “I believe I told you that this was not allowed.”
Emma tried to jerk her hands out of her grip. She was hot and frustrated and incredibly irritated. “This is shit!”
Emily pushed her body over her and pinned her wrists to the pillow above her head. “Those are the rules.”
Emma struggled against her grip, trying desperately to not let the tears come into her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” It came out rough and almost begging, in just the way she hadn’t wanted it to. But she had tried so hard and had gotten so close. And Emily’s body was pressed up against hers like a cruel joke.
“You-“ she looked surprised, and it was worse than an insult. “You can’t?”
Her grip on Emma’s wrists loosened just enough and Emma jerked, hooking her leg around Emily and shoving her down, switching their positions. But she was not in the mood to tease. She kissed her, roughly and sloppily, and then sank her teeth into her lower lip deeply enough to make her cry out. She knew she was grinding like a dog against Emily’s leg, but she really didn’t care, and she let go of her wrists. It was probably a mistake, but she wanted, so badly, to get her hands on her breasts.
She only had a moment to enjoy it, before her head was spinning from a sharp blow, and then she was face down on the mattress with a knee in her back and something cold and metal clicking around her wrists.
“You cuffed me?” she shrieked, but it was muffled by the mattress.
“No one is allowed to just take what they want from me,” Emily hissed. “Not anymore.”
“Your girlfriend really fucked you up, didn’t she?” Emma retorted, still struggling. Another strike clipped the back of her head. Then Emily was off her and jerking her up by the cuffs, forcing her to her feet and manhandling her towards a corner. She shoved her into it, until her face pressed against the cold plaster.
“Don’t talk about something you don’t understand. And explain. You can’t sleep?”
This was humiliating, not that the situation would be much less humiliating if she hadn’t asked that question. Emma hated being rejected. She said nothing, staring straight at the wall.
“Fine.” Emily sighed and let her go. She heard the springs of the bed twang as she sat down. “Stay there all night if you want to.”
Emma slumped against the wall. “I hate you.”
“Yeah? Don’t care.”
There was the sound of covers rumpling. Was Emily going back to bed?
“You’re going to just leave me here?”
“Well, I was going to just make you sleep with cuffs on. But since you tried to take advantage you can stay in the corner.”
“You were the one who got into my bed.”
Emily coughed politely. “Whose futon is it?”
“Mine!”
“You don’t seem to be using it to sleep in.”
“I was going to, until you interfered.”
Emily chuckled. “Are you really saying that you have to get off every night, or you can’t sleep?”
Emma was silent.
“… really?”
“Fuck you.”
“You tried that. No.”
“This isn’t fair. You said it wouldn’t interfere with my mental health, and not getting enough sleep is considered a torture technique.”
“Yeah, waking people up or playing loud music is torture. But not letting someone masturbate?”
“You obviously don’t understand what it’s like to have an addictive personality!”
“I also don’t seem to enjoy yelling at the wall.”
“I don’t want to look at you!”
Emily was laughing at her. This was pathetic.
“You know, I think I underestimated your potential for sadism.”
“I think the point was for me to teach you self-control.”
“I just wanted to go to sleep!” Emma banged her forehead against the wall. “And your fucking snoring wasn’t helping!”
Emily just flicked the back of her head. “I think this means we are going to have to institute some new rules.”
Emma felt the tears leaking out and running down her face. She didn’t care. There was no way this could get worse.
Then she felt hands on the waistband of her pajama bottoms, easing them down. “Don’t. I don’t want you to touch me.”
She didn’t move away though, just stayed leaning against the wall as her pajamas and underwear were lowered to her knees.
“I’m not giving you a pity fuck,” Emily murmured, laughter still in her voice. “And you’re going to be sleeping in cuffs for a long time after this. But I will give you one opportunity to get off every night before bed. You just don’t get to choose the means.”
A knot tightened in Emma’s lower stomach. “I- I don’t want-“
“Yes you do,” Emily murmured. She nipped at her ass.
“Why,” it almost came out as a sob, “why do you get to say I was taking advantage, but it doesn’t apply when you are?”
She felt Emily pull away from her. “Look,” she sighed. “I’m not an insane sadistic bitch. If you trust me I’m not going to force you into something you’re completely uncomfortable with.”
“You haven’t been really convincing about that.”
“Maybe I was just surprised to find a hard limit so soon, especially for someone with a reputation like yours.”
“Just because all of the rumors about you were true, it doesn’t mean it’s the same for me.”
“So you didn’t let a professor bareback you in his office?”
‘No! That’s disgusting!”
“And you didn’t spend an hour in a boy’s bathroom, sucking off whoever came in?”
“Do you really think I would set foot in a boy’s bathroom? Have you smelled them?”
Emily laughed.
“And you didn’t take a boy up to the top of the Chapel bell tower and fuck him there?”
“Well, that one’s true.” Emma grinned, still facing the wall. “It was two boys, during the Episcopalian service.”
Emily laughed. “I knew you had to get the reputation from somewhere.”
“I was so drunk.”
She felt her pajamas being pulled back up and Emily’s fingers closed around hers. She tugged her away from the wall and towards her bed.
“What- what are you doing?”
Emily gave her a wry smile and pushed her into her bed. “I think we need to talk before we get any more tangled up in this.”
Emma did her best to crawl in without the use of her hands. Emily slid in next to her and organized the blankets. It was dark and quiet, but finally Emily spoke.
“There’s a problem with this, and mainly it’s that I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to copy some of the things that Selene did, but the situation isn’t the same. We had a contract, and part of that contract stipulated that I was her possession, sexually.”
Emma grimaced. “How did you-“
“You don’t understand. What that meant was that she always had permission to touch me. She was my lover, not just my owner, and there are certain rights that come with that.”
“You’re right,” Emma drawled slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m sure you do. If you were dating someone, it would be normal to assume that your advances, although not always accepted, were always welcome.”
“I’m not quite sure why you’re restricting this to ‘dating someone’.”
Emily chuckled. “That’s because you’re an arrogant asshole.”
“And here I thought you didn’t know me!” Emma mocked.
Emily’s fingers ran over her temple and she stilled, looking up. Emily evaded her gaze and smiled weakly. “If we were in a relationship, I would kiss you right now.”
“For being a smartass?” Emma watched her in the weak light from the streetlamps outside. “It wouldn’t be… unwelcome.”
“Would the rest of the contents of the clause also be acceptable?”
“I thought I already was your sex toy.”
Emily shook her head. “Our contract only involves me restricting your sexuality, not… augmenting it.”
Emma considered this. “Would I get more sex?”
“Yes.” Emily rolled her eyes. “There’s no way it would get you less sex.”
“Can I add a stipulation that the method of advance is negotiable?”
Emily cocked her head and eyed her across the pillow. “Negotiable? You’re not going to make it hard and fast?”
“I always like it hard and fast.” Emily snorted. “But I’m willing to give you the opportunity to prove your point.”
“Okay,” Emily smiled. She scooched in until their bodies were touching and brushed a kiss against Emma’s cheek. “But those handcuffs are staying on.”
* * *
It had taken a good five minutes of whining to make Emily undo the cuffs that morning and give her a shoulder rub to make up for the achiness, and now if Emma didn’t run, she was going to be late for class.
“Oh, wait right there!”
Emma glared at her. “What!”
“I’m pretty sure underwear weren’t part of the deal.”
Emma just stared, frowning. “You’re a really single minded whore, aren't you?”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “And who can’t sleep without an orgasm?”
Emma shucked her underwear and straightened out her skirt. It was a bit short, but not indecent, at least if she sat with her legs together. She threw them at Emily’s head, but she caught them out of the air and just grinned.
* * *
Three hour seminars in the basement of the library were interminable, and Emma stared steadily at the clock, willing it to move faster. Brittany sat at her shoulder, jabbering on and on about the romantic hero, but honestly, it wasn’t that thrilling of a book. Brittany would be entertained by a dust mote.
Finally the teacher, five minutes early, cut Brittany off and wrapped up the class.
“Thank you fucking Christ,” Emma muttered. Her shoulders were killing her. She fled the room as quickly as possible, Brittany tagging along behind her like a lost puppy, but stopped short, her caboose bumping into her and dropping papers on the floor.
Emily was standing in the stacks, right in front of the door, putting back a book. She glanced over and smiled. Emma didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but smile back. She cursed herself a few times for being such a pathetic human being. When she refocused on what was going on, Emily was helping Brittany pick up her things.
“Oh, thank you!”
“You didn’t need to do that,” Emma said quietly.
“Well,” Emily flashed a grin. “I knew you couldn’t.”
Emma really didn’t intend to blush.
Brittany cocked her head. “Are you… Emma’s girlfriend?”
This time it was Emily’s turn to flush. “Uh…”
Emma slipped her arm through her elbow and tangled their hands together. “Sort of,” she finished.
“Awesome!”
They escaped, and Emily tugged her into the stacks. They hurried into the Richardson section, dark and dusty, and paused near the Shakespeare folios.
“What are you doing here?” Emma asked.
“I thought I’d check if you’ve been good.”
“Oh really?” Emma leaned back against the shelves and slid her hands down her own hips. “Want to try me?”
Emily smiled and stepped in, all dark eyes and bright teeth, and her hand slid up the back of Emma’s thigh and cupped her bare ass. “I’d love to.” Emily kissed her, lips parted, her tongue snaking in to play with Emma’s stud. Emma whimpered into it, and hated herself. It shouldn’t be this easy to submit to her, but it was different, being kissed like this. It wasn’t a punishment, it wasn’t revenge, and she wasn’t in control, or fighting for control. She was just being kissed, waiting to be touched, and it felt completely unlike anything else.
Emily’s hands cupped her ass, and squeezed, and Emma pushed back into the shelves, hooking her legs over the other woman’s hips. Her skirt rode up, and Emily stepped in tighter, breaking the kiss and biting at her neck, hands still kneading her ass.
“God, you’re obsessed,” Emma hissed.
Emily just grinned and nipped at her lower lip. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
Her fingers slipped between Emma’s legs and straight into her, nothing, not even friction, barring their way. Emma sucked in air, her head slamming against the books, and sending a few sliding out the other end and clattering to the floor.
“Harder.”
A third finger slid into her, curling slightly. Emily’s hips were moving, driving against her wrist, forcing her hand deeper inside. Emma clawed the metal shelves, trying to stay up now that she could hardly feel her legs.
“Fuck, Emily,” she cursed, and Emily’s thumb skidded roughly over her clit, and she came.
Footsteps echoed across the linoleum, the thunder of a book cart being driven out of an elevator. Emma breathed hard, braced between the shelves and Emily, and grateful for it.
“Hey…” Emily whispered, tracing a path through the sweat on the back of her neck. “You all right?”
“You’re a terrible top,” Emma muttered, but didn’t move. She tilted her head slightly and licked Emily’s neck.
“It kinda doesn’t feel like that right now.”
“Anomalous.”
Emily laughed, tangling her fingers in her hair. “Now I know you’re just being lazy.”
“Maybe.” Emma tested her ability to stand. It didn’t seem worth it. She pressed her mouth to Emily’s pulse point and sucked at it.
“I’m feeling the urge to examine your piercing with my tongue.”
Emily flushed. “You don’t-“
Emma lowered herself to her knees and started unfastening Emily’s jeans. She shuffled them down off her hips. “Actually, I just like catching you with your pants down. The rest is dessert.”
Emily laughed and stroked her hair. Her nails brushed against her scalp, and Emma shivered at the feeling. It was rather pet-like. She tilted her head up and caught her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. They were damp and sticky and she moved up until the fingertips brushed against the back of her throat, then she let them slowly slide out from between her lips. She shuffled Emily until she was closer to the opposite bookshelf.
“Lean back.”
Emily did, watching her with a far too hesitant expression. It made Emma grin and lick her lips.
“God, why are you so fuckable?” And she leaned in, not waiting for a response.
* * *
Part 5