Danny Zuko 12: Skinny Dipping
Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 12 of 20)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1087
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #4. Skinny Dipping
Apologies: I’m going to attempt to post these in chronological order, but I may not always succeed. Either way, they should stand on their own pretty well. I am back! Beaten and bruised and decidedly not victorious, but with a bit of fic in time for the deadline!
The tapping on the door woke Emily. She hadn’t been sleeping too deeply, since her mother, in the other bed, was snoring lightly, and the lights outside were keeping her awake. She was also stressing about the fight she had had with Emma, guilty but still angry.
Still, when the knock came on the door, Emily slipped out of bed and padded over to open it. Emma was on the other side, in the dim hallway, smiling wickedly. “Come swimming with us. We’re going to break into the pool.”
“It’s 3 am!”
“So?”
“My suit is in the wash.”
“Suits aren’t necessary,” came a voice from the distance. It sounded like Adrienne. If everyone was coming…
“Or are you chicken?”
Emily knew her face was red, but she ducked back in to grab the key, then slipped out of the door, closing it gently behind her. If her mom woke to find her gone she’d be in so much trouble. Somehow that thought made her feel more excited about the adventure than she had been.
Christian was already down by the pool, picking the lock on the gates. He flashed Emily a smile in the dark. Cordelia hooked an arm through hers and had tugged her down the stairs. Emma hadn’t really met her eyes, but she was talking to her, so that was good. The lock clicked and Christian hurried them all through, closing the gate behind them, but not locking it.
It was a little awkward to be the only one who wasn’t related, but Adrienne started stripping off first. It was dark enough that most of her body was in shadow, but the light came from behind and silhouetted her figure. It was… very watchable. Emily didn’t realize she was keeping her eyes on her, hoping she would turn to the side, until she got a sharp elbow in the stomach.
“Cut it out, pervert.”
Emily scowled at Emma, rubbing her stomach. She pulled off her shirt and stepped out of her pajama bottoms and gave her a hard look. “Jealous I’m not looking at you?”
Emma shoved her, and she went in with a splash.
“Hey! Quiet! We don’t want to get caught!”
It was freezing, and Emily surfaced shivering, her skin chilled under her own fingers. It was really strange to be naked there, even in the dark. Adrienne had already slipped in. Emily held still and could feel the ripples brushing her skin. Cordelia dipped her foot in. “It’s cold,” she whined.
“Chicken,” Emma murmured. Emily leaned back watching her move across the deck, the light reflecting off pale skin. She crouched on the edge and dove in, headfirst. Christian stripped off his shorts and hopped in with a small splash. Cordelia stood in the shallow end, arms crossed, shivering.
“I know,” Christian said quietly. “We should play underwater tag?”
“You want to play tag naked?” Adrienne asked archly, but she laughed. “You just want to get tagged in a certain place. It’s too bad you’re the only boy, baby brother.”
Christian grinned sheepishly. “I think it would be fun. It’s hard to see people when they’re underwater.” He looked at Cordelia. “You have to stay in the shallow end though.”
“Aww! That’s not fair! I’m on the swim team, jerk!”
“You’re still little!”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t swim!”
“I have a solution,” Emma cut in. “Cordelia’s it.”
“Hey!” Cordelia yelped, and there were four splashes as everyone else went under water.
Emily bumped into someone in the dark corner of the deep end. It felt uncomfortably like boob. She surfaced with as small a sound as she could. Adrienne did too. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“Getting bored with little sis?” Adrienne grinned and made a move towards her. Emily forgot how to stay afloat and inhaled a big huff of water. Luckily then there was the splashing of Cordelia making a move towards them, and Emily had an excuse to duck under and try to swim away. She was tagged, but it was better than dealing with Adrienne.
She tagged Christian, and he surfaced, shaking the water out of her hair with an “Ooh, that was a close one!”
“It was your leg! I know! It was hairy!”
“That’s not the only thing that’s hairy,” Adrienne called over. She heard Emma laughing and Emily ducked under water to cool her red cheeks. Christian caught Emma, and dragged her by the foot over to the diving board.
“You suck!”
“You shouldn’t have laughed.”
Emma cornered Emily behind the ladder, and then stopped, turning back to go chase after her older siblings. Emily wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She snuck out of her spot and moved quietly towards the middle of the pool. Unfortunately, when Christian made like a bear and leapt up in the shallow end, roaring and beating his chest, Emma went backwards in surprise, and they cracked heads.
“Ow!”
“That’s my-”
“I’m cold!” cut in Cordelia.
“Maybe we should head in,” said Christian, rationally. Then there was a flashlight and they all quickly ducked below the surface. The security walked past, and when he was gone they rose up, Christian blowing out a long breath.
“That’s enough excitement for me,” Adrienne said, pulling herself up out of the pool.
“Hey, Delia.” Emma pulled Cordelia aside. “You go sleep in Addy’s room, okay?”
“You going to f-“ Emma slapped her hand over her little sister’s mouth. “Shut up. If Emily goes back to her room, she’ll wake her mom with the shower. She should shower in our room. And you should shower in Adrienne’s.”
Cordelia narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I should sleep there.”
“Does it matter?”
Emily thought that Emma should probably have asked her first, before going through all of this. But whatever, she really didn’t want to wake her mom up sneaking back in. She tugged her shirt over her wet head and then hooked her arm around Emma’s shoulders congenially. She grinned down at Cordelia.
“Yes, she wants to fuck her girlfriend,” Emily clarified. “And it would be preferable if you weren’t watching.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. Emma looked away, embarrassed. Emily enjoyed embarrassing Emma, too often it was the other way around. “Or watching her strike out.” Cordelia laughed, and Emma elbowed her in the stomach, but lightly.
“You know California’s in a drought,” Emma attempted on their way up the stairs.
“That is so lame,” Emily told her, but pushed a clump of wet hair behind her ear for her anyway.
Part 13