Danny Zuko 16: Aphrodisiacs
Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 16 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: 1296
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt # 1. Aphrodisiacs
Apologies: I was considering taking a break today, since it is August, but no. That would be lazy. (Goodbye beautiful checkerboard) I just got distracted working on Timestamps for this universe, so it's late. I also wanted it to be pornier, but oh well. It should at least serve to make certain people feel vaguely dirty.
Emily had gotten two letters that morning, a short one from John and a long one from Matt with a pile of enclosed doodles.
“Can we do it later? I should answer these.”
Emma stared at them as she spread them out on the breakfast table, and then looked reproachfully at her. “You said you’d come shopping with me.”
“Just a little later.” Emily flashed her an absent smile and then looked back down at her notes.
“Fine.” Emma left, abandoning her breakfast, and walked out.
Emily didn’t notice. She was busy reading.
* * *
“So, what did they have to say?”
Emma was a little stiff and offended as they walked into town, but it didn’t look serious, so Emily thought she could safely ignore it. “John was just wanting to know when I was getting back to Rome so he would have enough time to locate me a fake id and plan semi-nefarious adventures. Matt was telling me about what he’d been painting, and complaining about John, who’s been obsessed with sneaking out lately and apparently won’t shut up about his quest to get laid.” She laughed, and Emma cast a suspicious look in her direction.
“Are either of them good looking?”
Emily blinked. “What? They’re… fine.”
“Just fine? Not hot?”
“I don’t really think about my friends as hot.”
Emma glanced away and shrugged. “What did you say back?”
“I only wrote John. Just told him not to go crazy and when I’d be back.” She smiled awkwardly. “I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to tell Matt yet.”
“Why? You-“ Emma stopped and looked at her. “You’re going to tell him about me?”
Emily glanced away. “Well, if I leave it out, he’s going to wonder why I’m not complaining about being bored out of my mind, since absolutely nothing is happening.”
Emma snorted. “True.”
“But if I do tell him…” She closed her eyes, feeling Emma’s tense worried gaze on her. “I have to figure out how much I can say without grossing him out.”
Emma gave an involuntary snort of laughter. “Grossing him out? In what way?”
“Well, apparently John has been making him feel ill with all his talking about tits and legs and banging girls, and I don’t want to make it worse.”
“John sounds like a jerk.”
“He’s not,” Emily said immediately. “He just likes to have fun. Matt’s more sensitive, and I think he might not be into girls, although he probably doesn’t like boys yet either. So all of the talk about girly bits makes him uncomfortable.”
“Do you like boys?” Emily blinked. “You told your mother I was straight.”
“I… don’t think she believed me.”
Emma paused, and then bared her teeth in something that was probably intended to resemble a smile. “It would be kind of funny, wouldn’t it, if you were the one who… liked boys too.”
Emily looked at her, at the way she turned her eyes away, trying to be cool and laugh about it. “Um, okay. What’s your issue about this? Because I thought it was the friends thing, but now it’s…”
“I don’t want you to sleep with them!” Emily gaped, and Emma frowned and turned sharply to glare at her. “Look, I know these guys are your friends, but I’m not sure if you know how hot you are. So just… don’t think someone’s doing you a favor by being into you, okay?”
Emily stared at her, bewildered. “Okay?”
Emma glared at her and grabbed the front of her shirt in a fist, almost shaking her. “You are really, really hot. And…” She looked around fiercely and spotted a Gap. “There.”
“What?” But Emily was being dragged into the store. Emma managed to snag four things from the racks as they passed and drop them onto Emily, who caught them before they fell. Then Emma pulled her into a dressing room and shut the door behind them.
“All right,” she said, taking the clothes from her and hanging them up. “Take your shirt off.”
Emily looked worried. She had really lost the thread of this conversation. “Um, those are for me?” she asked, gesturing with her head towards the clothes. They were not particularly alike to anything she would ever wear.
“Just do what I tell you to.” Emma sauntered up to her and put her hands on her hips. “Can’t you think that I want you to take your shirt off because I want to see your tits?”
Emily gaped and Emma used the distraction to jerk the shirt up and off over her head. Then she stepped back and eyed her. You have really nice breasts, and your mouth is like… sinful or something, but that is a terrible bra.”
Emily cringed.
“If I get you underwear, would you wear it?”
“You… want to get me underwear?”
Emma gave a sly grin. “Actually, yeah. I really want to get you underwear. You’re pretty to look at naked, but you shouldn’t be less pretty with clothes on.”
Emily gave her a half-embarrassed smile. Emma leaned in and kissed her. When she pulled away, she was the one smiling. Then she shook it off.
“Are we actually in the Gap?” She made a face. “Eww. Come on.” She caught Emily’s arm and tugged her towards the door.
“Hey! Give me back my shirt!”
* * *
“Wait? Seriously? I’m pretty sure strippers shop here!”
“What?” Emma turned back at the entrance to Prevues and grinned. “Is that a problem?”
“They don’t card you to get in?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “It sells clothing. Just get in here.”
“How much more shopping are we going to do?” Emily whined. Somehow she had ended up carrying all the bags, not that this was surprising really. She hadn’t really been able to evaluate what Emma had picked out for her, but she had been enjoying the intent, turned-on look and was beginning to regret her moral high ground. “I’ll go up to your room with you if we can go back to the hotel now.”
Emma gave a lazy lascivious smile, “and give me a private viewing? Why Miss Prentiss, I think you’re trying to seduce me.”
Emily glared at her.
“Come on!” Emma pulled her into the store. “I have just remembered that you don’t even own a pair of fishnets. This must be remedied.”
“Why? Why must this be remedied?”
* * *
Emily was standing by the corsets, looking, not quite ready to touch, but definitely looking.
“You into that?” Emma asked, draped with stuff, and tapped her ass with a white sparkly riding crop for attention.
“What? No.” Emily’s eyes widened.
“Are you sure?” Emma glanced from the rack to the girl. “Because it would be hot. It would really make you…” she waved the crop in a badum-badum sort of shape. “Emphatic.”
“Still no.” But she gave them a sideways look, and Emma hit her ass again.
“I want you to try one on. Right now.”
Emily expressed her annoyance in an eye roll, but caved far too quickly. She put it on over her shirt and Emma turned her around to help with the fastenings. “Okay, now that looks awesome on you. All it needs is… boots.”
Emma should not be allowed near discount shoes. This was a truth Emily discovered, and paid for not understanding by lugging a hundred pounds of shopping back to the hotel.
“Oh my god,” Cordelia said. “You ate Sacramento.”
“Get out brat,” Emma told her.
“Hey,” interjected Emily, but Emma shoved her sister out the door, shut it, and drew the chain.
“Oh no,” she said and poked Emily in the chest. “You get those clothes off immediately and then show me. I’m going to enjoy this.”
Part 17