Sweet Talk 101 part 2
Title: Sweet Talk 101 (2/4)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds, with a slight Glee (or at least Ryan Murphy) fusion. (Unfortunately also heavily influenced by She's All That and Cruel Intentions)
Rating: NC-17 (yah, it's starting)
Pairing: Emma/Sebastian, Emily/JJ, Emma/Emily
Word Count: 3903 (the whole thing will probably end up about 15,000)
Apologies: So, someone asked for New Years fic, and someone else complained about the lack of smut in Fake Empire (which is PG-13 for a reason! Small children!) and then I was reading the Glee big bangs. And... this happened.
Summary: Emma Frost doesn't like to lose. But the new girl, Emily Prentiss, might be a little more difficult to win over than she expected. A bet with Sebastian putting her ass on the line, literally, Emma will pull out all the stops to get what she wants, visual evidence included.
Disclaimer: Not my girls, not my premise, props to lady_a13 for the fic "Your Song" that provided the inspiration, and apologies to Cute is What We Aim For, who provided the tone, and the mood music, and the title. (Not beta read, let me know if there is a huge fail somewhere).
The arch in your eyebrows
Can tell the truth
Just imagine what your back could do
And the dance floor where I do my best
Is your, your mattress
“The party didn’t go well?”
Sebastian looked solicitous and like a complete dick. Emma glared at him, slamming shut the notebook containing the materials for her next sally.
“It went fine. I’ll wear her down.”
Sebastian shook his head. “This bet doesn’t run forever. I’m not going to wait around for you to grow the balls to take her. You have two weeks.”
“Two weeks?”
Sebastian pointed to the clock. “Noon. Monday, October Twenty-Third. If I don’t have proof in my hand by the time that minute hand hits the twelve, you lose. And when I fuck you, you know where, I’m going to make sure I can watch you scream as many times as I want.”
Emma swallowed hard. Sebastian rose, abandoning his plate, and left the lunchroom. Emma’s eyes scanned the crowd to see her target. She was seated, mixed in with her friends, and talking and laughing as if she had totally forgotten that she had been marked, as if it didn’t even matter to her. Emma’s mouth twisted and her eyes found the soccer-playing freshman, at a different table, looking shy as she was being teased, about a boy probably. Emma smiled tightly. If her friends only knew what she did.
* * *
“Jay!” Emily reached out to give her the one hug she was allowed in school, but Jennifer jerked out of her embrace.
“Don’t- don’t touch me!”
“What?” Emily stared at her girlfriend, taking in the pale face, her lips quivering as if she were about to be sick, or faint, and she didn’t understand.
“How could you?”
Fear started to creep up her limbs, and Emily swallowed. She opened her mouth, not sure what to ask. JJ didn’t let her decide, shoving a small stack of photographs into her hands. And Emily knew what she was going to see.
“Look, I didn’t-“
She paused, distracted by the image of herself talking to Emma, her head cocked, smiling slightly, as if she were flirting. She grimaced. She really hadn’t been. The second one was bad, Emma catching her face and looking up to kiss her. The third was just her being kissed, but the fourth was a close up of her hands sinking into the flesh of Emma’s ass, and the fifth was her teeth on Emma’s lip.
“I had to get her off of me. I really didn’t-“
“I don’t care about those!” JJ snapped. “You being a fucking slut is none of my business.” Emily started. None of her business? “This is my business!”
There was another stack of photos. God this girl didn’t mess around. And who had been taking the pictures? Had she bugged the room? Had she choreographed it, and then edited on her computer, or what?
These ones weren’t of Derek’s basement though. They were through the window of the car behind Derek’s house. Re-colored night vision photographs. How could she be so good at this? And they were close up enough to make it really obvious that it was them. The first three were tight enough to their faces to make their identities unquestionable. By the time you turned tothe close up showing JJ’s breasts, her shirt hiked up, her head tipped back, Emily just moving down to take one in her mouth, you didn’t have to see their faces.
Emily breathed in slowly through her nose. They were kind of hot. And she was going to kill that bitch.
“I didn’t-“
“If I even thought that you’d consider sleeping with her, I’d never go within ten feet of you again. But she knows! She’ll tell my parents! And that picture is not the way I wanted them to find out!”
Her voice was rising into hysteria, and Emily couldn’t blame her for it.
“JJ, please, just relax. She’s just threatening me. I’ve got it under control. It’s a bet. It’s going to pass.”
Jennifer stared at her. “You still don’t get it, do you? She’s a Frost. They don’t make threats; they make promises. She will do whatever she has to do to get what she wants, and she will tell my parents. What does she want from you?”
Emily cringed. “She wants to sleep with me.”
JJ just looked tired. “Then do it. This is over. If you got her attention, it’s not safe to be around you.”
That was… strange. “Would it really be that bad if your parents knew?”
“You-“ Her voice caught in her throat. “Have you ever listened to a word I’ve said? You don’t understand me at all. This is way overdue, and probably too late, but I’m dumping you. Please don’t ever speak to me again.” JJ pressed her lips tightly together and looked at her one more time. “If you don’t deal with this, I’m blaming you. If my father wants to press charges, I won’t stop him.”
Emily gaped after her as she strode down the hall, leaving her behind, utterly bewildered, and too shocked to realize she ought to be sad.
* * *
“What the hell is this?”
Emily was hanging over the side of her locker, holding a fistful of photos, and looking thoroughly irritated. Emma stepped back, closing her locker, and raised an eyebrow. She didn’t want irritated. She wanted scared. “Collateral.”
“Leave JJ out of this!”
“You brought her into it. You were the one who said, oh no, I can’t fuck you, I have to be faithful to my girlfriend.”
Emily pursed her lips. “And you think blackmail will make you more attractive?”
“It’s not blackmail.”
Emily blinked. “Huh?”
“I’m making sure you’re single.”
“I don’t-“ And then she got it. Her face changed. That was the fear she was looking for. Emma smiled. Emily’s mouth parted in shock. “It wasn’t a threat.”
“Frosts don’t make threats. Sometimes they give warnings. Has your pretty girl gone home already?”
“She already dumped me! You didn’t have to-“ But Emma was grinning, and she finally noticed. “You didn’t have to. Why did you?.”
“Because it’s fun.”
* * *
JJ stormed down the hallway, pale and icily furious. Emily turned, opening her mouth to ask, but before she could, JJ blew up.
“I’m grounded for life! They’re talking about making me change schools. This is All Your Fault.”
What was she supposed to say to that? Emily raised her hands helplessly, giving a sidelong glance to the people frozen and watching. “You’re not dead,” she tried.
Face expressionless, JJ reached out and snagged a transfixed football player’s Big Gulp and emptied it out over Emily’s head. It was mostly ice. Most of the ice went down her shirt.
“I hate you.”
“I- I see that.
JJ stormed off.
Emily, dripping, turned slowly in the puddle pooling around her feet, meeting a hundred amused intent eyes. Emma was standing a few yards away, giggling. Still slowly, and squelching with each step, she approached her.
Emma grinned at her. “Well, apparently once her parents were taken care of, she’s totally fine with outing herself to the school. Don’t worry.” She tipped her head, hair falling coquettishly in her face. “I’m sure you can get her back.”
Emily slapped her. The palm of her hand connected with Emma’s cheek as hard and fast as a club. Emma reeled and curled over herself, cupping her aching face. She was still giggling.
* * *
“I see it’s going well,” said Sebastian, leaning on the edge of the sink. Emma glared at him, pushing concealer around on her slowly bruising face.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have her.” Eyeing her handiwork she snapped her compact shut. “It’s all going according to plan.”
The next part of the plan involved spreading the rumor that the incident in the hallway had been JJ dumping Emily, possibly for giving her a VD, and now that Emily was free, she was on the prowl and looking for a threesome.
The party that Friday was going to be excellent.
* * *
Emily wished that she were dead. The only reason she was at the party at Bobby’s was to get drunk and be left alone. But everyone kept hitting on her.
Frustrated and angry, she broke into Bobby’s parents’ liquor cabinet and snagged the Jack Daniels Black Label. It was good, and quickly, it was half gone.
“Aren’t you going to share?”
Emily turned around to face Emma, leaning against the leather chair in the den, an amused sadistic smile on her face.
“This is all you, isn’t it?”
Emma considered. “I hope so.” She sauntered forward, tracing a finger down Emily’s throat and catching it in her collar. She tugged slightly. Emily was a statue of burning frustration. “I would hate it if it was someone else making you feel this awful.”
“What the hell are you thinking? Do you really think that screwing me over and hurting the people I care about is going to make me like you?”
“I don’t want you to like me.” Emma smiled cruelly. “I want you to hate me.” Her hand moved down to cup Emily’s breast. “It’s so much easier to fuck someone you hate.”
“Get it through your head. I am never going to fuck you.”
Emma groped her roughly, stepping tight into her, slamming their hips together, pressing so close that when she spoke, their lips brushed. “Prove it.”
This time, when Emily hit her, it was with a closed fist. Emma staggered back, bent over, but quickly recovered. And when she could breathe, she laughed. “You think that’s proving you won’t lose control around me?” She moved closer, sneering. “My anorexic little sister hits harder than you.”
Emily’s fingernails bit into her palms. She shouldn’t have hit her, she knew that, but the alcohol was making it really hard to think right now. “I’d rather fuck a crocodile than touch you.”
“Oh, be honest.” Emma narrowed her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want to shove me against the wall right now. Tell me you don’t want me at your mercy.”
“Oh I want to. I want to choke you, keep your dirty mouth shut until you’re dead.”
“That’s hot.”
“You’re a psychopath.”
“The word’s sociopath, darling. But I’m not saying you’re wrong.”
Emily breathed in deeply through her nose. She needed to stay in control. Emma wanted her angry, wanted her to do something she’d regret. She straightened, shaking her head to try and clear it. “Look. I just wanted to be left alone tonight. If everyone’s going to be bothering me, I can just go home. I can get drunk as well there as anywhere.”
Emma stiffened, frowning suddenly. “Why are you being reasonable all of a sudden?”
“I’m not going to fight with you. Accepting that bet was your stupid mistake. It doesn’t have anything to do with me, and I’m not going to let you goad me into winning it for you.”
“You’re not making me lose this bet!”
Emily grinned. And she had her plan for revenge bright and clear in front of her. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Emma strode toward her and shoved her up against the wall. “You’re not.”
“Get away from me!” Emily snapped, struggling to fight her off. But Emma had caught her wrists and pinned them, using all her weight to keep them down.
“You’re such a bitch!” Emma snarled into her face. “You just want me to lose to spite me. And all your shit about being too good for sex. You’re just frigid. I bet if I put my fingers between your legs right now it would be ice cold there.”
It wasn’t true. Emma’s hips were grinding against hers, and Emily couldn’t steady her breathing. She knew she was wet.
“You’re drunk. And Sebastian told you that it didn’t count if you raped me.”
Emma cursed and jerked away from her. “Fuck you!”
“You wish!”
“Yeah, I do.” Emma’s scowl got desperate for a moment. “I want to fuck you. I want to leave bruises on your tits, and bend you over something, and bite your neck and make you bleed, and you’d love it. You’d love every second of it. Go home to your vibrator, and wish you had me instead.”
That was when they heard the sirens.
* * *
The police had actually been smart when setting up the raid on Bobby’s party. All the exits were blocked. Emma bolted, and it looked like she knew where she was going, so Emily followed. They tore past the frantic sound of flushing as the baggies of weed kept floating back to the top of the bowl. Mouthwash was poured after liquor to get rid of the smell, and the scent of vinegar after beer made Emily gag. Then Emma ducked into what looked like a closet.
“Where are you going?”
Emma glanced back, hardly registering her pursuer. “Help me with the window.”
It was a closet, but it had a small window, just large enough for a person to crawl through, and it opened right over the roof of a small shed. Together they jerked the window up in its frame, and Emily gave Emma a boost through, and then followed, tumbling with a heavy thud onto the roof.
“Shh!” Emma hissed at her, and beckoned. Emily scrambled to the ground, and followed her into the bushes on hands and knees. Emma crawling in a short skirt in front of her was kind of distracting, but the shouts and swearing from the house behind kept jerking her attention away.
The bushes led into the woods, and Emma pushed up onto her feet and started moving faster. She broke into a run, and Emily, scrambling up, ran after her. They pounded through the forest, tripping on roots, and scratched by brambles, until Emma suddenly stopped, and Emily, not noticing, ran into her, and knocked them both down into a small grassy ravine.
Emily lay in the grass, huffing for breath, and listening. She could hear the sirens faintly, but some seemed to be moving away.
“Where the fuck are we?”
Emma groaned, rubbing her shoulder. “You’re a fucking klutz, you know.”
“And you’re a ho. What of it?”
Emma sat up, brushing grass out of her hair. “This drainage ditch runs behind Bobby’s house. When the police are gone we can just follow it back to get our cars.” Then she flopped onto her back, stretching absently, and closed her eyes as if she were going to just go to sleep.
Emily sat up and frowned. “You’re not going to try to proposition me again?”
“Feeling unloved?” Emma drawled, eyes still closed.
Emily rolled her eyes. “It seems like as decent an opportunity as any.”
“Well, you’d be wrong.” Emma glanced at her, eyes narrow and amused. “I left my camera in the Drakes’ living room. No point in trying to fuck you when I don’t have evidence. If we slept together now, it would just be sex, no bet involved.” Emily frowned. Emma propped her chin up on her elbow. “Or would you be into that? You just want me to lose the bet. Just sex would be fine, right?”
“You have a camera.”
Emma grinned. “It’s the sweetest little thing you’ve ever seen. High def. Three lenses, none more than an inch square, and all of them record to this.” She pulled out a flat black object about the size of a cassette tape. “Bluetooth.”
She flipped it over, and there was a screen on the back. Tapping her fingers across the screen, it lit up, and then she showed it to Emily. It was a film of them kissing at Derek’s party. She poked it again twice and then it was a night-vision recording of her last make-out session with JJ.
“I’ve seen all those.”
Emma grinned, then considered her machine. She pressed through the menu and tilted it back. It was the inside of Principal Strauss’ office. The head guidance counselor, Mr. Hotchner was there with her. They were speaking quietly.
“The sound’s only so-so.”
Then Mr. Hotchner got up to go, and Principal Strauss called him back, just for a moment, and there was kissing.
“Oh my god.”
Emma laughed. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I can get so much dirt with this.” She stretched out on the grass, rolling her shoulders, careless of how her skirt hiked up, and Emily stared at her in the dim moonlight.
“I hate you, you know,” she said.
Emma blinked at her and smiled lazily. “I know.”
“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.”
“Stop flattering me.”
Emily shook her head. That was it, wasn’t it? She was just… unrepentant. “Shut up,” she growled softly, crawled across the grass, and leaned down to kiss her. Emma tipped her head back, lips parting as she opened to her, her tongue rising up to meet Emily’s, and Emily kissed her harder, pinning her shoulders to the dirt, and pushing into her mouth, licking her palate, and doing her best to fuck all the way into her throat.
Emma shoved her off when she needed to breathe and propped her self up on her elbows. She watched Emily with a narrow, appraising gaze. “So you are okay with sex, as long as I don’t get to win the bet.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You kind of didn’t have to. Your tongue said it for you.”
Emily rolled her eyes, sitting back against a tree and crossing her arms. “I know what you mean, about fucking someone because you hate them, but I’m not that kind of person.”
“What are you saying? That you like me?” She scooched close to her until their sides were touching. “You’re kind of fucking hot, you know. You sure about not letting me win the bet? I really don’t want to give Seb my anal cherry.”
Emily jerked back, disgusted. “That’s what you’re betting?”
“He wants the full set. You wanted to punish me. Now you know what the punishment is.” Her smile was sly. “Are you sure you don’t want to get the enjoyment yourself? Vicarious just isn’t the same, although I could probably get you a video if you wanted to watch.”
Emily scowled at her, her mouth curling. “If I were a guy I’d make you blow me and come on your face.”
Emma grinned. “If you were a guy I’d let you. I can still suck on you.” She moved to support herself over Emily’s legs, then leaned down until Emily could feel her breath on her stomach. “I’ll rub my face into you until it’s covered in your smut. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t know what hit you.”
Emily swallowed tightly and forced her hips not to move. “Still not letting you win.”
“I’ll let you cane me.”
Emily stared. “What?”
“Oh don’t tell me you’re a vanilla girl. I knew better than that when you dragged your nails down my back.”
“You’d let me whip you?” That was a lot farther than she had expected Emma to let anyone go.
“It’s not fucking. I wouldn’t even win.” Emma’s eyes grew shifty. “You know, the bet is technically that you let me fuck you. I have to get into your pussy, fingers, tongue or strap on. It doesn’t count if you fuck me. You know what would be awesome?”
Emily stared at her, suddenly very aware that she was drunk and that that was dangerous around Emma. “If you caned me and then fucked me through the mattress. You’d like that, right? Grabbing my welted ass and forcing a big hard cock in me. I love hard ones, none of that jelly shit. If I want something flaccid I’ll fuck a real boy.”
“And you wouldn’t win?”
“Nope. Not until you spread your legs for me.”
Emily’s breath was ragged, and she wished the images would leave her alone, but Emma’s skirt was tight and already hiked up so high that it was barely a feat of imagination to imagine what she would look like with her legs spread, on her stomach, thighs and ass marked and burning.
“I- Tomorrow.” Emma blinked at her, looking stunned. “Ask me again tomorrow, when I’m sober. I can’t- I can’t think like this.”
Emma let a lazy grin spread over her face. “Drunk? Or horny? Come on, I promise I won’t touch. Let me watch.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “What?’
“I don’t believe in self-denial. Get yourself off. I want to see your fingers between your legs.” Emma sat up and pulled off her already mussed shirt. She tugged her bra off as well and then, as she leaned back against the nearest tree, spread her knees, her skirt sliding up even higher, exposing pale white lacy underwear. “Touch yourself.”
“You-”
Emma cupped her own breast and teased the nipple. “Do it. I want to see you come.”
She was just going to sit like that, wasn’t she? More than half naked, fondling her own breasts, high and tight with small pink nipples. Her legs were spread so wide, and maybe it was just a shadow, but Emily’s eyes, fixed to her crotch, would swear that the cloth was darkening with wetness. And she was aching.
Emily shuffled a little, moving to sit against a tree. Her hand moved shakily towards her groin, stroking herself lightly through the fabric of her jeans.
“Pants off,” Emma ordered, pinching a little harder at her own nipple, and biting on her lower lip to contain her response.
Emily slowly unfastened her jeans and shuffled them down. She took the underwear with them. Modesty was really not an issue here. They ended up around her ankles, flopping over the tops of her combat boots. Emma’s eyes seemed to glow with eagerness and her gaze settled on the nest of dark curls between her legs. Emily parted her knees, just slightly, enough to slide her fingers between them, and she flinched at how tender and wet she was. This would be hard to do with just fingers. She needed her vibrator, or, she glanced up at Emma’s intent face, someone’s tongue. But the gaze alone was making her clit throb, and she let her knees fall apart a little more, letting Emma watch her fingers moving over her clit.
Emma gave a little moan, and Emily looked up, forgetting about her own fingers when she saw that look on Emma’s face. She was desperately aroused, underwear shoved down, her fingers in her own pussy, moving fast and shallow, her legs tensed, half bent into her knees, and Emily’s motions sped to mirror it. She couldn’t believe how desperately she wanted to move over to her, slide wetly down her thigh, and let Emma stab three long spike-nailed fingers into her. She’d fuck herself on them, so hard, bury her own hand in Emma’s cunt, and grind into her, fuck her hand until one of them broke from it. And at the thought, Emily came.
A second later, Emma lunged, catching her wrist and pulling it up. Emily gave a whimper of protest, wanting to ride it out, and then a louder whimper as Emma’s lips and tongue wrapped around her fingers. Emma sucked on them and groaned a little, her fingers still working between her own legs. “You taste so fucking good,” she hissed, and her hips shuddered as she came.
* * *
Part 3