Danny Zuko 19: Bar Sex
Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 19 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: 2314
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt # 13. Bar Sex
Apologies: Uh, Frost Family Traditions, mainly that.
Emily managed to make sure that Emma wasn’t going to be depressed or defensive that day by totally dominating at tennis. Well, more accurately, actually winning a majority of the sets they played at the end. Their coach was rather impressed.
“I had my doubts at the beginning, but it’s good you’re so competitive. You’ve both improved a lot.”
They had met eyes with matching surprised expressions. They weren’t competitive.
“I don’t think we’re that competitive,” Emma told her brother. “At least not with each other.”
Christian arched an eyebrow. “Um, if you say so.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I saw you guys play ping-pong. It was dangerous in there.”
Emma scowled. “As if you should talk.”
“I’m just stating facts here. Neither of you like to lose.”
“Fine, valid.” Emma crossed her arms. She knew she didn’t, and she was pretty certain she wouldn’t like Emily so much if she was that kind of loser.
“Do you have anything for Addy?”
Emma blinked at him. “What?”
“It’s her birthday, remember?”
“But she planned the party for after we get back.”
Christian gave her a look. “Yeah, the one with her friends, that we aren’t invited to.”
Emma groaned. “You mean we’re having a party tonight? I’m busy.”
“I’m sure you can fine an opportunity to make out with your girlfriend there.”
Emma grabbed Emily’s arm when she came down for lunch and hauled her towards the door. “Emergency shopping trip!”
“Wait! Lunch?”
“Does the word ‘emergency’ mean nothing to you?”
“When it’s paired with ‘shopping’?”
Emma laughed at Emily’s expression. “I will buy you lunch. Now shopping.”
Emily trailed behind her, fingers trapped in Emma’s tight grip, and didn’t protest. They had lunch first, Mexican, and Emma kissed her in the small hallway beside the kitchens.
“I thought we were shopping?” Emily mumbled into her mouth.
“It’s fine. I figured out what we’re going to get her while we were eating.”
They hit up the craft store first. Emily watched rather askance as Emma picked out fabric paints and stick on stars. Then they went to Victoria’s Secret. The woman behind the counter recognized them and fixed them with a sharp glare. “You two had better stay out of the dressing rooms! I had complaints!”
Emily turned red, but Emma just grinned and grabbed the top of her shorts. “It’s okay. I’ve got her covered.” She jerked down the shorts, flashing her underwear. “I just need something for my sister.” Emily yelped and elbowed her away.
“Sorry,” she muttered to the clerk, as Emma sorted through the discount rack.
The clerk gave a small scoff. “Brats.”
Emma found what she wanted, bought it, and dragged Emily back up the hill to the hotel.
“What are you going to do?” Emily asked.
Emma had all of her purchases spread over the hotel room floor. “Be awesome,” was her response. “Are you any good at graffiti writing?”
“Uh, no.”
Emma handed her the glue. “You do the stars then.” She spread out the bra and tapped the tube of gold fabric paint until it was flowing properly. In smooth cursive she wrote “Cock” on one cup and “Slut” on the other.
“You’re going to give that to her?”
“What?” Emma looked confused. “Of course. It’s her birthday.”
“Won’t she… try to strangle you or something?”
Emma snorted. “For this? No. This is nothing. And it’s traditional. I couldn’t get her something she’d like. She’d never trust me again.”
Emily leaned back against the bed and groaned. “I don’t understand you.”
Emma laughed. “It’s a Frost thing. You should really try to escape before we sink our claws in.” She caught her hand, pulling it towards her. On the back she drew a star with the gold paint. “Oops, too late! Marked you now!”
Emily grinned. “What did she get you for your birthday?”
“Mmm… Four boxes of condoms and a prescription for penicillin. She took the condoms back though, and the prescription disappeared off my bulletin board one night, so I think she needed that too.” Emma chuckled to herself. She spread the underwear out flat. She had spent her time sorting through the bargain bin to find the one pair that wasn’t a thong and made sure the backside was facing up. “Enter Here,” she wrote in cursive, with an arrow pointing down.
Emily covered her face and tried not to laugh. The bra was almost dry, so she set about gluing the stars to it.
* * *
It was Adrienne’s 21’s Birthday and pretty much every single waiter in the hotel was trying to buy her a drink. Winston hadn’t shown up, which was a relief, and the party had taken over most of the hotel bar. Adrienne was drinking as much as she wanted, happily ensconced between three shirtless cabana boys, and the uninteresting drinks kept ending up on the table where Emily, Christian, Emma and Cordelia were hanging out. Cordelia had had one and a half strawberry daquiris and had fallen asleep on the leather seat of the booth.
“Presents!” the call went up.
Emma grinned lazily and leaned into Emily’s neck. “Presents,” she mumbled, and licked her way up her neck to right under her ear. It tickled, and Emily giggled, squirming. Emma caught her chin and kissed her, liquor sharp and fresh on her tongue.
“My presents, Emma.” Adrienne caught Emma by the hair and pulled her away.
Emma smirked lazily up at her. “Mine’s better.”
Christian laughed at them and pushed the pile of gifts over. “Come on, opening time!”
Cordelia woke up then. “Presents? Awesome! Mine first.”
She shoved over a packet of tissue paper. Adrienne picked it up, eyeing it suspiciously. “Hmm, kind of heavy. Jewelry?” She snorted, as that was unlikely. She tore open the paper and something slithered out and dropped onto the table. Half the room screamed. Adrienne brought her hands up to cover her face and laughed. It was a dead snake. “Gorgeous, honey!” She picked it up gingerly and then looped it around her neck like a necklace.
Emma was leaning into Emily’s shoulder and cracking up. “Oh my god, Cordy’s gotten so much better at this.”
Emily was just being horrified. Two more shots arrived at the table and she drank them. This was clearly much more funny if you were soused.
Christian pushed his over next. It was a long box. Adrienne gave him a dirty look. “If you’re giving me a dildo, you had better not have tried it out already.” But then she picked it up and gaped. “Fuck, that’s heavy.” She opened it and inside was a heavy-duty Maglite. On the flashlight end had been written in white-out, “So your BF doesn’t get lost down there.” A condom had been rolled up the other end, and on it was scrawled in sharpie, “For down there on those lonely nights.”
Adrienne doubled over laughing and swung the flashlight threateningly. “Or for braining my faggy brother! Douchebag.”
“I haven’t tried it out,” Christian said with a grin. “I’m not as well used as some of us. But condoms! See, hygiene!”
Adrienne ripped into the Victoria’s Secret box next. “Aww, you went all out, sister.”
“You bet.” Emma’s hand curled around Emily’s knee and crept lazily up her leg.
Adrienne pulled out the underwear first. She read the writing and laughed and then threw them at Christian. “I think these are for you!”
“What? Gold and sparkly spanky pants!” Christian laughed as he read them. “Gorgeous, Emz,” and pulled them on over his head, poking his face through a leg hole so the arrow pointed at his ear. Emma laughed and her hand slid even further up Emily’s thigh, hiking up her skirt.
Adrienne plucked out the bra next. “Now this is totally me!” She laughed and put it on over her halter-top, and the nearby waiters salivated. The table was now empty of gifts.
“What? Your pretty little girlfriend didn’t get me anything?”
Emily felt a bit like a deer in the headlights as the onrushing car of Adrienne stared down at her. “Uh…”
“That means I get to take a forfeit!” She caught Emily’s face in her hand, leaned in, and kissed her. Emma’s nails dug into Emily’s inner thigh like knives and Adrienne’s tongue thrust wetly into her mouth. Overstimulated and not entirely sober, Emily just let it happen. By the time Adrienne had finished fucking her tonsils down her throat, she was pretty sure her leg was bleeding, and when Adrienne pulled away, Emma dragged her nails the last two inches up her thigh and pressed them roughly into her crotch.
“Fuck,” she spat out and doubled up over the table.
The crowd of waiters and other hangers-on was crowing, and Adrienne turned back to them, catching up a cosmo and downing it in one sip. She lifted the head of the snake she still wore as a necklace and made it wobble up and down like it was alive. “Who wants to kiss my snake?”
She was quickly enveloped by a crowd of enthusiastic snake-kissers. Tony appeared out of the crowd at the table and plucked the underpants off of Christian’s head. “My shift just ended,” he murmured. “These are hot. I want to see these on you for real.”
Christian grinned stupidly up at him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, and Tony’s fingers hooked into his belt loop and pulled him up and out of the bar. Cordelia had passed out again.
Emily hadn’t noticed most of that. She was biting down on her lip and desperately clinging to the edge of the table. Emma was working her fingers into her through her underwear. She leaned close to her ear and hissed at her. “Lean back, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“What?” Emily slowly sat up, confused, and was unprepared for Emma to clamber on top of her and shove her into the corner of the booth. She caught one of her ankles and pushed it up, keeping the other one off the bench and making sure her legs were spread properly.
“You don’t get to fucking make-out with my sister without consequences.”
“She’s a good kisser,” Emily mumbled, inopportunely. “Feels like getting fucked.”
Emma made a sound like an enraged animal and kissed Emily with a clash of teeth. She shoved her underwear aside and pushed two fingers into her, without preamble. Emily gave a little cry of pain and protest into her mouth, but lifted her hips, fisted Emma’s hair and kissed her harder, sliding her tongue into her mouth. Emma had one arm braced on the table, and she knelt on the seat, leaning over her to trade sloppy wet kisses and fuck her fingers in and out of Emily who was thrusting back against her, one hand buried in her hair, and the other splayed out for balance. Emma’s kisses were getting desperate and bitey, and Emily’s balancing hand released the table and quested down her body, groping her through her shirt and then sliding into her underwear. The moment she pressed against her, Emma’s kisses changed to deeper and longer and softer, but no less desperate, and Emily rolled her hips to get a better angle on her steady fucking, and hooked her ankles together around Emma’s waist.
Unfortunately, that meant when Emily came and Emma right after her, no one was holding on, and they slipped right off the bench and on to the floor under the table.
It was painful, and the thud woke Cordelia up.
At that point Adrienne had disappeared, so after finishing most of drinks left on the table, they dragged a groggy Cordelia back upstairs to the room and made her go to bed. Emily relented on the showering conditions. It was supposed to make it faster. It didn’t.
Emma turned Cordelia on her side so she wouldn’t choke if she threw up, and then crawled on top of Emily who was sitting on the bed in a towel trying to figure out how her shoes worked.
“You’re staying, right?”
“Mmm?” Emily looked up lazily and offered her mouth to be kissed. “My mom…”
“If your mom sees you this drunk, she’ll never let me near you again.”
Emily grinned. “I’m not drunk.” She hooked her arms around Emma’s back and dropped onto the bed, pulling her on top. “You’re drunk.”
“You’re plastered.”
“She gave her a snake.” Emily giggled and buried her face in Emma’s shoulder. “Dead snake.”
“You and fucking snakes,” Emma muttered. Her hands slid down to cup Emily’s ass. “I got you for it before.”
Emily rolled over until she was on top and pushed herself up slightly, giving Emma an intent steady look. “Yeah,” she said, a little more breathily than she had intended.
Emma looked back. “Oh.”
Emily kissed her.
* * *
In the morning Christian nearly tripped over Adrienne who was asleep in the hall wearing the cockslut bra, a rucked up miniskirt, and nothing else. He hurriedly dragged her into his room and left her in bed. Apparently that morning one of the other guests stepped on the dead snake in a hallway and there had been a small emergency. The hotel had comped his stay.
Cordelia had a massive headache and wouldn’t come out of the room. Christian came down to breakfast walking funny and sat down very gingerly at the table. Emma was drinking something disgusting with a raw egg in it, and Emily smiled guiltily when her mom came down and spotted her.
“Sorry I didn’t come in last night. The party went really late and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“All right,” said Elizabeth, wryly. “So, why are you wearing a turtleneck?” She patted Emily’s shoulder. “It’s a hundred degrees out, dear. I recommend band-aids.”
Emma laughed so hard she snorted her hangover remedy out her nose.
Part 20