Danny Zuko Timestamp: Six Years After
Title: Danny Zuko Timestamps: Six Years After
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17 (yes indeed)
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: ~1500
Apologies: Was bored, thought I would stop sitting on this and post it.
June, Six Years After
“Are you seriously letting my sister move in with you?” Emma’s voice was flat, but slightly amused.
“Don’t be jealous because you never took me up on the offer. Anyway, she’s paying half the rent, thank god. The UN pays shit.”
“Make her clean too. I don’t approve of the modeling, she needs to do some real work.”
Emily smiled. “I’ll do my best to look out for her. I met her boss. She seems pretty honest, but she’s… kind of scary.”
“You’re doing my job.”
“Well you decided to spend the year in France.”
Emma was silent for a moment, and Emily closed her eyes. Why did she feel like she had to run away from her? New York was a big city. They didn’t have to see each other at all. She didn’t need to leave the country.
“I’m coming back,” Emma said quietly. “It’s not like I’m leaving forever.”
* * *
“It’s your fault you know,” Emily told Cordelia as she helped her move about forty suitcases into the two-room apartment.
“What? That my sister has commitment issues that could poison a fucking ocean?”
“What you said.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Someone had to say it.”
It had been at Adrienne and Steve’s wedding. Emily had been surprised to be invited in the first place, but apparently Adrienne was trying to pretend that she was a good person, and played at them being close from spending their summers together when they were children. It had been nice to see Emma who was starting college in the fall and slightly euphoric at getting out of her parents’ house. She had been so happy to see Emily, bouncy, clearly having already been hitting the champagne. She kept on tangling their fingers together and dragging her around, almost like holding hands.
At the reception one of Steve’s friends had given a rather drunken toast that was generally to the effect of ‘they’ve been dating (if tempestuously) for like six years. It was time to either shit or get off the pot.’ Adrienne had given him the look of death, and Emily had been rather worried for the drunken groomsman’s health. But then Cordelia had turned to her and grinned.
“You’ve been shagging Emma for five. When’s the wedding?”
Emma hadn’t really reacted well. She went pale, told her sister to shut her mouth, and then proceeded to get shitfaced and vomit in the bushes. At least she hadn’t passed out on the table like some of Steve’s friends did.
“Anyways,” Cordelia said, dropping the last suitcase and flopping bonelessly onto the sofa. “If I could trade Emma for you I’d do it in a heartbeat. Since I can’t, her finally admitting that she’s basically married to you is the best I can do.” She caught Emily’s hand. “I want you to be my sister in law. Would you please, please, just knock her over the head with a club and drag her somewhere for consummation?”
Emily sighed and dropped onto the other end of the couch. “Emma… For someone who could be the definition of cocky, she kind of doesn’t have much self-esteem. I think she’s trying to give me a chance.”
“A chance to do what?”
“To find someone I like better.”
Cordelia snorted. “That shouldn’t be hard.”
Emily looked away and gave a weak shrug. “I don’t know. It’s never managed to happen before.”
Six months later
Emily hated modeling parties, but Cordelia had whined at her for an hour to get her to come. She had promised that Emily would have a good time, but she seemed to have forgotten the promise since she was busy sucking coke off another model’s fingers. Emily really wasn’t surprised about that. When she found out about it, she had flipped out at her and it was the first time she had seen Cordelia angry. “You can make my sister jump through all the hoops you want, but you’re not my mistress. So unless it has something to do with the rent or the apartment, fuck off.”
Emily had taken the hint and fucked off before living with her was intolerable. She had felt kind of bitter about that at first, especially since it seemed to give Cordelia license to criticize her for not going out and having fun when she couldn’t do the reverse. But the cocaine seemed to be restricted to work parties, and she had never had to carry her home or come pick her up at four in the morning, (unlike her sister) so she let it lie for now.
Still, just because Cordelia was enjoying herself, it didn’t mean she could just assume Emily was. She glanced up and saw that she had moved on from finger sucking to other things and looked back down, not exactly embarrassed, but not wanting to gawp at someone she considered a little sister.
“Hey, Emily.”
Emily felt vibration of the voice and the breath against her neck more than heard sounds. She stiffened, looking up from where she had been staring uncomfortably and vaguely at her drink and then nearly jerked back in shock.
“What are you doing here?”
Emma blinked, looking slightly stunned. “Cordelia didn’t tell you I was coming?”
“I thought you were still in France!” Emily wanted to lunge out and touch her, hug her even, just hold on, but she resisted. “Are you back now? You finished your semester right?”
Emma’s mouth twisted, and Emily knew that her face must have fallen. The guilty look on her face made it obvious. “I, um, the place I was studying, the New Sorbonne, they accepted me as a transfer student. I’m going to be finishing undergrad in Paris.”
Emily stared at her, trying not to double over from the blow. “That’s… that’s great, right? You must be really good at French.”
Emma shrugged uncomfortably. “My Arabic is still crap.”
“So, you have two more years?”
Emma nodded.
“You had better really be enjoying Paris.”
“You should come visit.”
Emily nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see if I can. The UN doesn’t really give me much time off.”
Emma’s lips tightened, but she looked like she thought she deserved it.
“Emma,” Emily reached out and took her hand, but Emma jerked it away.
“No. I told you not to wait for me, and you said I deserved a chance too. Give me that. I need to grow up a little.”
Emily flinched and wished she had been a little less bad at not sounding bitter. The uncomfortable silence wasn’t quite drowned out by that blasting music from the speakers and a hundred people talking.
“Aww, you’re not making out yet? Then you must be angsting.” Cordelia shook her head at them. “You guys need more alcohol, right now.” Then she looked enthused. “Or this!” she held up a small bag of white powder.
Emma made a slight grimace. “Not really my thing.”
“You know I don’t,” Emily said. “Anyway, I should go. I have shit to do tomorrow.”
“Emily!” Cordelia whined, but it was Emma who caught her arm as she turned to leave.
“Hey, you don’t have to. We can hang out. We’re friends, right?”
Emily just looked at her face for a long moment, wondering if that were true, if they could ever really be friends. But she finally gave a stiff sigh, and nodded. “Always.”
* * *
Emily knew that she had probably had enough to drink, but she couldn’t help going back for more, not when Emma was there, and she had wanted her to be there for so long, but she wasn’t going to stay, and it hurt.
And then Emma laughed at something one of the models said, and Emily had just had enough, and she grabbed Emma’s arm and dragged her into the hallway. Emma was still laughing, but now at her. “Where are we going? Are we going-“ Emily pushed her up against the wall and kissed her roughly, open-mouthed, with invasive, sloppy tongue.
“Oh,” she mumbled, when the kiss ended. “We’re going here.” She cupped Emily’s face. “I like it here.” Her eyes were lidded and intent, and Emily couldn’t help kissing her again, her hand sliding down to cup her breast through the thin shirt and bra. Emma made a growling noise in her throat and their hips came together. Emma hooked her leg up around Emily’s hips and Emily’s hand slid up her skirt, stroking her through her soaked underwear. They didn’t let their mouths separate as Emily twitched aside her underwear and slid into her, and Emma gasped into the kiss.
“I love you,” Emily mumbled into her mouth, her fingers thrusting quickly and steadily into her. “I’m always going to love you.” She ground her thumb into Emma’s clit, and Emma’s hips jerked into her. “No matter how long you make me wait.” But she made sure it was too quiet to hear, and fucked her harder for a distraction.
Emma just whimpered as she arched under her hands and came.
Emily breathed shakily, trying to maintain control, desperately needing not to cry, to not make it obvious that the reason she couldn’t let go wasn’t just to support Emma, limp and slumped in her arms, but to support herself as well. Emma leaned into her shoulder and pressed a light kiss on her neck.
“Take me home with you,” she murmured, and the tension drained away.
“Of course.”