OMG! The Muse LIVES! *squee*
So, I've finally managed to locate the Muse. Doesn't surprise me that she was on a beach somewhere in the Bahamas, sippin' Mai-Tais and working on her tan. I'm glad she decided to come back to me though. I promised her I'd treat her right this time, so hopefully she'll stick around for at least a little while. :)
Title: My Permission to Sin
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (movie)
Pairing: Emily/Andrea
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the genius that is DWP. Anything herein that you recognize rightfully belongs to the creators of this wonderful masterpiece (surely not I). I'm just borrowing them for entertainment, so please don't sue. :)
Summary: Emily decides she wants to do things a little differently this time...
My Permission to Sin
Emily bites back a moan and tips her head back against the couch cushions. She bites down harder, until she knows she can no longer do so without drawing blood, and eventually lets out a little cry of ecstasy. It's difficult not to when Andrea's tongue is doing that... that swirling thing around Emily's clit that she knows makes Emily writhe and curse and grind herself even harder against Andrea's talented mouth. It also doesn't help that Andrea has slipped two long, slender fingers into the heat and wetness at the apex of Emily's thighs, crooking them ever-so-slightly in a come-hither motion that makes Emily do just that.
Emily grinds her teeth and curses again, whispers in a rush of expelled air 'fuckandreayes' as her hips continue to move in perfect rhythm with the delicious thrusts of Andrea's fingers and the heavenly strokes of Andrea's tongue.
Andrea knows it won't be long. She can feel every muscle in Emily's body tensing and contracting, can hear the growing need in Emily's voice each time she moans or says "Oh, bloody hell". Andrea knows all the redhead needs is a little more pressure, a well-timed stroke of her tongue and one last deep thrust of her fingers, and she'll come undone in Andrea's hands like she always does. It's so easy. Just a little more, Andrea thinks.
Emily's movements are getting more and more frantic by the second. She grips the couch cushions on either side of her head, trying desperately to hold on just a little longer. She doesn't want this to be over, but she's sure that if she keeps herself from coming any longer, she'll probably combust and what fun is there in that? A second thought occurs in her befuddled mind then: She could die right now and it wouldn't matter, so long as she knew it was with Andrea's hands on her body, touching her just there. That would make it all okay.
"Emily." The words are low and soft, and they send a chill up Emily's spine as she feels Andrea's lips moving against her. "Emily, come for me," Andrea says, and Emily swears it's the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to her.
Andy thrusts her fingers deeper inside Emily, curling them just so. She flicks her tongue over the over-sensitive bundle of nerves and Emily screams her release, quivering and clenching around those talented digits. Her fingernails dig into Andy's scalp painfully, but the brunette doesn't stop. No, she wants to draw out every ounce of pleasure that she possibly can from Emily, wants to devour everything she has to give greedily, and so she'll play through the pain. No pain, no gain, Andrea, she tells herself.
Several long moments pass before Emily finally manages to compose herself. Her breathing is mostly back to normal, but her eyes are still a little unfocused and she's still a bit shaky as she moves her fingers through Andrea's long dark hair, gently massaging the scalp she'd just been burying her nails into. Andrea just gazes up at her lover, eyes dark and heavy-lidded from lust and exertion. Neither woman feels grounded enough to speak just yet.
A few more moments tick by before Andy gently slides her fingers out, and Emily whimpers at the loss of contact. She reaches for Andy, moves her hands down to find Andy's arms and drags the brunette up for a sloppy, wet kiss. She can taste herself on Andy's lips and tongue, and it's like a revelation for her. No matter how many times they've done this, no matter how many times they will do this, Emily has never gotten used to the feeling she gets whenever Andy kisses her after and she doesn't think she ever will.
Andy breaks the kiss first, leaning her forehead against Emily's, their lips hovering mere centimeters apart, both women panting from the lack of oxygen. Emily's hands are moving under Andy's t-shirt (one of the few she had kept after she'd scrounged up enough money to replace most of her wardrobe with better quality clothes) and the redhead unhooks the clasp on the other woman's bra with a practiced ease that always reminds Andy that they've done this before. Indeed, many, many times.
"Andrea," Emily whispers the name and Andy melts a little at the sound of it.
The redhead's hands are moving, grasping the hem of Andy's shirt and tugging it upward and off. Andy removes her bra herself and flings the material away, not caring in the least where it falls because Emily's hands are already on her breasts, kneading gently. When the pads of Emily's thumbs find Andrea's already sensitive nipples and rub softly, Andy's mouth falls open and she tips her head back a little. Her hands cover Emily's on her breasts, urging the redhead on, but Emily stops suddenly, and then her hands are gone completely. Andy groans in protest, picking her head up and forcing her eyes to focus on the beautiful woman before her, her eyes seeking out the answers to unspoken questions.
"I," Emily begins, but has to clear her throat. "Can I... I'd like to..." She struggles to find the words, bites her lower lip as she thinks, trying desperately not to say the wrong thing.
"Em, what is it?" Andy asks. And then the brunette is cradling Emily's face in her hands, kissing her softly as her thumbs stroke Emily's cheeks.
"I'd like to take you to bed," Emily whispers against Andrea's lips.
"Oh." Andrea seems to think about the request for a moment before adding, "We've never... I mean, not in bed."
And it's true. They've been together more than a dozen times now, but they've never, ever crossed the threshold into one another's bedrooms. They've never had time for that, always opting instead for the bathroom at Runway, or the kitchen counter at Emily's flat, or the couch in Andy's apartment, or the shower, or even the car on the few occasions when the two of them were driven home from some fashion event or another by Roy. It was as if the thought of actually having sex in bed had never even crossed their minds. At least, not until now.
"We don't have to. I just thought... well, it's Saturday and we have plenty of time to..." Emily's words trail off as she bites her lower lip again. She isn't going to push the matter if Andy doesn't want to.
A few seconds pass before Andy stands wordlessly and holds her hands out to Emily. "Come on," she says gently, taking a stunned Emily by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.
It's dark, nearly black as pitch, so Andy leaves Emily in the doorway and wanders off to the bedside table. After watching Andy rummaging around the drawer for a few moments, Emily hears the distinct click and hiss of a lighter, and then sees the glow from the candle Andy has just lit. Andy sets the lighter down and turns her attention back to Emily, a warm smile curving her full lips.
"Come here," Andrea says, as she sits on the edge of the bed.
Emily leaves the doorway, closing the bedroom door behind her, and slowly makes her way over to Andy. She stands before the brunette, letting her eyes roam over the expanse of smooth, creamy skin that has already been revealed. She reaches out a shaking hand and places it flat over Andy's chest, just where she can feel the brunette's heart hammering, and closes her eyes.
"Emily, are you okay?"
"Mm, I'm fine," Emily assures. She opens her eyes and smiles. "You are so beautiful," she murmurs, before leaning forward and capturing Andrea's lips in a passionate kiss.
Andy moans into the kiss and allows herself to be pushed back onto the bed. With Emily atop her, straddling her hips, she can't help feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, can't help wondering what she has done to deserve such an exquisite work of art, and yet, Emily looks at her like she's a goddess. It makes her heart beat impossibly faster and sends a surge of heat straight between her thighs.
"I want to go slow," Emily says, fingertips stroking up and down Andrea's arms, eliciting trails of goosebumps in their wake. Leaning down, she kisses Andrea softly. "Do you want that, Andrea?" she asks, nipping at the brunette’s lip.
Andy moans and nods helplessly. At this point she could care less about speed. All she wants is to feel Emily's hands on her body, to have Emily inside her, to have Emily break her in a way only the redhead knows how. And Emily wants all those things too, but most of all she wants Andy to be her permission to sin. She wants Andy to be the one who makes her want to cave and break her own rules. And, perhaps most importantly, she wants Andy. All of her. Every inch. Every bit. Every scar. Every curve. Every freckle.
Emily keeps that in mind as she smiles and leans down to kiss Andy... again and again and again.
Title: My Permission to Sin
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (movie)
Pairing: Emily/Andrea
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the genius that is DWP. Anything herein that you recognize rightfully belongs to the creators of this wonderful masterpiece (surely not I). I'm just borrowing them for entertainment, so please don't sue. :)
Summary: Emily decides she wants to do things a little differently this time...
My Permission to Sin
Emily bites back a moan and tips her head back against the couch cushions. She bites down harder, until she knows she can no longer do so without drawing blood, and eventually lets out a little cry of ecstasy. It's difficult not to when Andrea's tongue is doing that... that swirling thing around Emily's clit that she knows makes Emily writhe and curse and grind herself even harder against Andrea's talented mouth. It also doesn't help that Andrea has slipped two long, slender fingers into the heat and wetness at the apex of Emily's thighs, crooking them ever-so-slightly in a come-hither motion that makes Emily do just that.
Emily grinds her teeth and curses again, whispers in a rush of expelled air 'fuckandreayes' as her hips continue to move in perfect rhythm with the delicious thrusts of Andrea's fingers and the heavenly strokes of Andrea's tongue.
Andrea knows it won't be long. She can feel every muscle in Emily's body tensing and contracting, can hear the growing need in Emily's voice each time she moans or says "Oh, bloody hell". Andrea knows all the redhead needs is a little more pressure, a well-timed stroke of her tongue and one last deep thrust of her fingers, and she'll come undone in Andrea's hands like she always does. It's so easy. Just a little more, Andrea thinks.
Emily's movements are getting more and more frantic by the second. She grips the couch cushions on either side of her head, trying desperately to hold on just a little longer. She doesn't want this to be over, but she's sure that if she keeps herself from coming any longer, she'll probably combust and what fun is there in that? A second thought occurs in her befuddled mind then: She could die right now and it wouldn't matter, so long as she knew it was with Andrea's hands on her body, touching her just there. That would make it all okay.
"Emily." The words are low and soft, and they send a chill up Emily's spine as she feels Andrea's lips moving against her. "Emily, come for me," Andrea says, and Emily swears it's the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to her.
Andy thrusts her fingers deeper inside Emily, curling them just so. She flicks her tongue over the over-sensitive bundle of nerves and Emily screams her release, quivering and clenching around those talented digits. Her fingernails dig into Andy's scalp painfully, but the brunette doesn't stop. No, she wants to draw out every ounce of pleasure that she possibly can from Emily, wants to devour everything she has to give greedily, and so she'll play through the pain. No pain, no gain, Andrea, she tells herself.
Several long moments pass before Emily finally manages to compose herself. Her breathing is mostly back to normal, but her eyes are still a little unfocused and she's still a bit shaky as she moves her fingers through Andrea's long dark hair, gently massaging the scalp she'd just been burying her nails into. Andrea just gazes up at her lover, eyes dark and heavy-lidded from lust and exertion. Neither woman feels grounded enough to speak just yet.
A few more moments tick by before Andy gently slides her fingers out, and Emily whimpers at the loss of contact. She reaches for Andy, moves her hands down to find Andy's arms and drags the brunette up for a sloppy, wet kiss. She can taste herself on Andy's lips and tongue, and it's like a revelation for her. No matter how many times they've done this, no matter how many times they will do this, Emily has never gotten used to the feeling she gets whenever Andy kisses her after and she doesn't think she ever will.
Andy breaks the kiss first, leaning her forehead against Emily's, their lips hovering mere centimeters apart, both women panting from the lack of oxygen. Emily's hands are moving under Andy's t-shirt (one of the few she had kept after she'd scrounged up enough money to replace most of her wardrobe with better quality clothes) and the redhead unhooks the clasp on the other woman's bra with a practiced ease that always reminds Andy that they've done this before. Indeed, many, many times.
"Andrea," Emily whispers the name and Andy melts a little at the sound of it.
The redhead's hands are moving, grasping the hem of Andy's shirt and tugging it upward and off. Andy removes her bra herself and flings the material away, not caring in the least where it falls because Emily's hands are already on her breasts, kneading gently. When the pads of Emily's thumbs find Andrea's already sensitive nipples and rub softly, Andy's mouth falls open and she tips her head back a little. Her hands cover Emily's on her breasts, urging the redhead on, but Emily stops suddenly, and then her hands are gone completely. Andy groans in protest, picking her head up and forcing her eyes to focus on the beautiful woman before her, her eyes seeking out the answers to unspoken questions.
"I," Emily begins, but has to clear her throat. "Can I... I'd like to..." She struggles to find the words, bites her lower lip as she thinks, trying desperately not to say the wrong thing.
"Em, what is it?" Andy asks. And then the brunette is cradling Emily's face in her hands, kissing her softly as her thumbs stroke Emily's cheeks.
"I'd like to take you to bed," Emily whispers against Andrea's lips.
"Oh." Andrea seems to think about the request for a moment before adding, "We've never... I mean, not in bed."
And it's true. They've been together more than a dozen times now, but they've never, ever crossed the threshold into one another's bedrooms. They've never had time for that, always opting instead for the bathroom at Runway, or the kitchen counter at Emily's flat, or the couch in Andy's apartment, or the shower, or even the car on the few occasions when the two of them were driven home from some fashion event or another by Roy. It was as if the thought of actually having sex in bed had never even crossed their minds. At least, not until now.
"We don't have to. I just thought... well, it's Saturday and we have plenty of time to..." Emily's words trail off as she bites her lower lip again. She isn't going to push the matter if Andy doesn't want to.
A few seconds pass before Andy stands wordlessly and holds her hands out to Emily. "Come on," she says gently, taking a stunned Emily by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.
It's dark, nearly black as pitch, so Andy leaves Emily in the doorway and wanders off to the bedside table. After watching Andy rummaging around the drawer for a few moments, Emily hears the distinct click and hiss of a lighter, and then sees the glow from the candle Andy has just lit. Andy sets the lighter down and turns her attention back to Emily, a warm smile curving her full lips.
"Come here," Andrea says, as she sits on the edge of the bed.
Emily leaves the doorway, closing the bedroom door behind her, and slowly makes her way over to Andy. She stands before the brunette, letting her eyes roam over the expanse of smooth, creamy skin that has already been revealed. She reaches out a shaking hand and places it flat over Andy's chest, just where she can feel the brunette's heart hammering, and closes her eyes.
"Emily, are you okay?"
"Mm, I'm fine," Emily assures. She opens her eyes and smiles. "You are so beautiful," she murmurs, before leaning forward and capturing Andrea's lips in a passionate kiss.
Andy moans into the kiss and allows herself to be pushed back onto the bed. With Emily atop her, straddling her hips, she can't help feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, can't help wondering what she has done to deserve such an exquisite work of art, and yet, Emily looks at her like she's a goddess. It makes her heart beat impossibly faster and sends a surge of heat straight between her thighs.
"I want to go slow," Emily says, fingertips stroking up and down Andrea's arms, eliciting trails of goosebumps in their wake. Leaning down, she kisses Andrea softly. "Do you want that, Andrea?" she asks, nipping at the brunette’s lip.
Andy moans and nods helplessly. At this point she could care less about speed. All she wants is to feel Emily's hands on her body, to have Emily inside her, to have Emily break her in a way only the redhead knows how. And Emily wants all those things too, but most of all she wants Andy to be her permission to sin. She wants Andy to be the one who makes her want to cave and break her own rules. And, perhaps most importantly, she wants Andy. All of her. Every inch. Every bit. Every scar. Every curve. Every freckle.
Emily keeps that in mind as she smiles and leans down to kiss Andy... again and again and again.