Danny Zuko 15: Ice Cream
Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 15 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: 1564
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt # 9. I Scream for Ice Cream
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. Look at me being awesome! I said I'd post every other day for the whole month, and I only missed it once!
Emily’s mother had decided that she had clearly allowed her daughter too much freedom. That Saturday she came down to breakfast with them and made conversation. Emily spent breakfast cringing and half bent over her plate. Emma was sharp and tense and on her guard, or she would have found it funny. But parents taking an interest was never a good sign.
Cordelia knew this, and was suspicious until Mrs. Prentiss complimented her hair. Then she warmed right up, and Emma cast a glare at her for being so easily won over. Christian was always friendly, so she couldn’t be annoyed with him for it, and Adrienne had ordered room service and didn’t come down.
“I thought you kids might be a little sick of the hotel,” she said. “Are any of you interested in doing some things in Sacramento today? The RiverTrain? The Zoo? Ice cream?”
Ice cream cinched it for Cordelia. Even Christian said it sounded like fun, but he was older and could disappear whenever he got bored out of his mind.
“What about you?” Elizabeth turned to Emma with an utterly fake smile. Emma’s lips tightened and her eyes slid to Emily. Elizabeth unsubtly put an arm around Emily’s shoulders. “Are you coming with us?”
That was blatant. Emily clearly didn’t get a choice. “Yeah,” she replied, a little more stiffly than she wanted to sound. “Sounds good.”
* * *
“Does she think you’re fucking seven?” Emma hissed at Emily as they stood outside the Lemur Cage at the Zoo.
“Lemurs are awesome,” Emily told her. The weird looking cat-monkey gave Emma a particularly demonic orange-eyed look. Then it chewed its bum. “Ooh! Otters!”
Lemurs were totally awesome, Emma decided, especially compared to the fucking Railroad Museum. Oooh, a train ride! The tracks went along the river, but some chubby frolicking otters would have really improved the entertainment value. She leaned her head back against the seat, groaned internally, and tried to die.
There was a bounce from the springs in the seat next to her. Emma narrowed her eyes before she turned her head, so as to not be blinded by Emily’s irritating grin.
“What?”
“Well, not to disturb your misery. But I heard they once found a humpback whale in this river.”
Emma stared at her for a moment. She was clearly mocking her. “Shut up.”
“Its name was Humphrey.”
Emma looked at her. “Humphrey?”
“Indeed.”
Finally Emma snorted. “Humphrey the Humpback Whale?”
“God’s honest truth.”
“Yeah, because God’s truth is so convincing otherwise.”
“I did specify honest truth.”
Emma grinned and scooted slightly closer to her. She spotted her mom glance up, a slightly distressed expression on her face, but she was trapped talking to Christian, who was in one of his ‘charm the grown-up’ moods. “Well,” she said, tipping her head to let some of her hair fall in her face. “Clearly the hundredth of a chance possibility of seeing a whale makes this recreational train commute the most thrilling activity in the world.”
Emily laughed quietly. “It’s pretty good for Sacramento.”
“I don’t know.” Emma flashed a slight smile. “You find pretty good ones.”
“… Yeah?” It was pretty fucking clear where Emily’s mind had gone. Emma laughed.
“I mean your random church fiesta. Get your fucking head out of the gutter unless you want your mom to watch you get me off right here, because those bathrooms are disgusting.”
“You checked out the bathrooms?”
“I make plans.” Emily was smiling at her, not amused at what she had said, just sort of affectionate, which would have been irritating if it hadn’t been kind of dirty at the same time. Emma considered kissing her anyway, but it probably would come off sort of cute, and she didn’t want to spoil any of Elizabeth’s horrified ‘that trampy terminal delinquent is hitting on my daughter’ look.
* * *
Emma had to admit that the ice cream did kind of make up for the endless sweltering train-ride from hell. It was still way too hot, and that meant things were melting too fast, but she was going to take advantage of that.
Elizabeth got a phone call and went down to the corner so she wouldn’t be distracted by their chatter. Emma leaned against the armrest of the bench right next to where Emily was sitting.
“What kind did you get?”
Emily glanced up from where she was very carefully licking a ring around the base so it wouldn’t drizzle all over her hand. “Dark Chocolate Raspberry?” she said, as if she wasn’t entirely sure, and then offered it up. Emma leaned over and took a long leisurely lick up the side. Emily bit her lip.
“Good.” Emma offered her evaluation, and coolly straightened up and turned her attention to her own. Emily gave her three separate uncomfortable glances. “You try it,” Emma said and moved hers closer so she could try some.
“Oh, I’m-“
Emma arched an eyebrow, cutting her off, and she tried, appropriately. But Emma had tilted it just slightly so it dripped down her fingers and onto Emily’s wrist.
“Ooops,” Emma grinned. Emily pulled her hand back to wipe it off, but Emma caught it before she could and bent to lick it up. “Too good to waste,” she said, licking her lips. Emily narrowed her eyes.
“And that’s why you’re letting it drip all over your fingers.”
Emma laughed and started the rescue. “Hey, it tastes better on you.” Emily snorted. But it totally did. It tasted even better when she heard Emily’s mother stutter on the phone as she watched.
She dripped it on her neck next.
“Shit! That’s cold Emma!” Well, dripping and carefully knocking a small iceburg free were kind of the same thing.
“Sorry,” Emma said, clearly not sorry, and bent to clean it up.
“Fuck!” Emily hissed.
“Some of it went down your shirt. Hold this.” Emma gave her the cone and proceeded to tug down the neck of her shirt to trace the track from the escaped drip up her back. Emily gave a really delicious little shudder and whimper, and regardless of the fact that there really wasn’t anything there, Emma licked up her back again. Then she bit lightly into her neck.
“Oh no!’ Emily gave her a good elbow to get her off and skidded all the way to the other side of the bench. She gave her her ice cream back. “You eat that over there. Three feet minimum!”
Emma took it, laughing. “Is that a restraining order?”
“You can’t do that to me when my mom is watching!”
“But her face gets all red and she forgets what she’s going to say!”
Emily narrowed her eyes. “If you had kept going with that I would have bent you over the fucking bench and shoved your skirt up, okay? You really want my mom to watch that?”
“I dunno, might be worth it,” Emma said with a grin, then bit into the cone.
“Hey! Can we go to the bookstore?” asked Cordelia, eagerly pointing. A glance was enough.
* * *
Emily’s back hit the shelf of New Age Spirituality books, nearly dislodging a precariously displayed crystal. Emma’s mouth hit hers a second later. Emily’s hands twisted into her hair and tugged.
“You’re a fucking tease.”
“You’re only a tease if you don’t put out,” Emma said sliding one hand up to cup her ass.
“That is not true.” Emily leaned into her shoulder, laughing silently, and pressed a kiss to her neck. Emma made a pleased noise and tipped her head back. Emily took the opportunity to nip her ear.
“You’re the tease,” Emma mumbled. “You and your fucking tongue, and getting ice cream on your nose, and smiling at me all fucking day, and I just want you.”
Emily grinned into the skin of her neck and her fingers slid up her leg, under her skirt, and pressed against the tacky fabric of her underwear. Emma hissed and rolled her hips into her. “Still not going down on you in a bookstore.” Her fingers twitched and Emma hooked her arm around her neck and clung, smothering a moan in her neck. “I want to though,” she whispered and started stroking. “I was going to before,” she said, thinking back to Emma naked in soft cool sheets. “I wanted to push your heels up and spread your knees, and just…” Emma’s breath was coming quicker and her hips were thrusting into Emily’s hand with short quick motions. Emily’s nose was buried in her hair right by her ear. She smelled warm, like sweat and sun and sex, and Emily tugged her head back just enough to see her lidded eyes, and the short gasp, and Emily kissed her mouth, ice cream sweet and sticky. Emma’s back arched and she cried out into the kiss, her knees buckling as she came, and Emily barely caught her in time to keep her from slipping to the floor.
“Fuck,” Emma mumbled into her neck. “Are you sure we can’t have a sleepover tonight.”
Emily laughed into her hair. “Well, there might have been a chance if you hadn’t spent the whole day antagonizing my mom.”
“Oh,” Emma said flatly. “Fuck.” She flopped her head onto Emily’s shoulder, and the crystal, finally, fell off the shelf and landed on the floor with an emphatic thunk.
Part 16