Danny Zuko 7: Backseat Sex

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Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 7 of 20)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17 (I'm not faking it anymore)
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 2676
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #10. Backseat Sex
Apologies: I’m going to attempt to post these in chronological order, but I may not always succeed.  Either way, they should stand on their own pretty well.  I like this one, but there is DRAMA.

 

 

 

 “Hey,” Christian slid into the seat opposite them with his lunch and grinned.  “You guys interested in getting out of here tonight?”

 

Emma glanced up, intrigued, and Emily also felt curious.  She was really getting sick of the resort.

“My friend Tony says there’s a really good place to go out on Fridays here.”

“Tony the pool boy, you mean?” Emma inquired, and Emily looked away so she didn’t blush.  Tony and six half empty mimosas had been responsible for the weird sexual games that she had started playing with Emma.

“He’s really cool,” Christian said defensively.  “He’s eighteen too, and he’s making money this summer to go to UC Davis next year.”

“I was just clarifying.  Sounds good.  You up for it?”

Emily nodded.

Of course, a couple hours later she was regretting her decision because she had no idea what she was supposed to wear.  She wished she could call Daniela and ask, but it was 5 am in Elba, and she didn’t have the phone number.  But then there was a knock at her door and Emma and Cordelia came in.

“You’re not dressed yet?”

Emily grimaced.  She was still wearing shorts and a tank top, and apparently that counted as not dressed.  Cordelia looked at her and then at the mess of the closet and nodded determinedly.

“All right.  Christian won’t let me go because he says I’m too young, but I will pick your clothes.”

“Wait-“

But Cordelia was already digging in.  She rummaged furiously through the clothes and then found the few things that she had bought with Daniela while wandering around the fashion districts of Florence.  “This!  This is awesome!”

“Ah- I don’t-“ If her mom caught her in that outfit she’d be grounded for life.  Cordelia threw it at her.  “Go change.”

It was a black dress with red satin lining.  The front had three open metal rings over the red satin insert.  They were belted to the dress with black leather straps.  The skirt was way too short and purposefully ragged at the bottom.  She had never actually worn it out, since it was too embarrassing, but when she stepped out of the bathroom in it, Emma just stood there, staring at her and chewing on her bottom lip.  Cordelia tried to get her attention for like ten seconds before she finally glanced up.

“Fishnets,” she implied fiercely.

“I’ve only got white.  But Adrienne has black ones.  I know where she keeps them too.”

Then they set off on an expedition to steal Adrienne’s tights and Cordelia came back with a black leather choker with a lock on it.  “Very Sid and Nancy, like in Nana,” she said.  Emily gave her a rather horrified look.  Then Cordelia rummaged in her mother’s closet until she found appropriate knee high black boots.

“I feel really underdressed now,” Emma commented.  She was wearing a lacy scoop necked top that barely covered her breasts and a short skirt speckled with white sequins.  She looked a bit like a ready to be debauched angel.

“No, you’re good,” Emily murmured, without meaning to say it aloud.

It turned out that Tony drove a black Camaro and that he was bringing Manuel along as well.  Christian sat up front with him, and Manuel squished into the center seat between the girls, looking pleased with himself.  “You didn’t call me, girl,” he said to Emma.  Emma shrugged.  “This your friend?” he glanced at Emily, or rather at her breasts.

The party was in an old warehouse with a makeshift but loud speaker system.  There was no bar, but water bottles full of various substances were being passed around like candy, and there was a cluster of coolers where more were hidden.  Emma jerked her away from Manuel as soon as they got inside and found a different group of guys who offered them drinks.  Emma took one, a clear bottle, and downed half of it, only barely wincing at the burn.  The guys cheered and clapped.  She offered it to Emily who was less sure about drinking whatever shit these guys were handing out.  It was too loud to hear what she was saying, but then Emma hooked an arm around her neck and pushed her body against her, her mouth close to her ear.  Emily gaped and Emma jerked back her head and poured the liquid into her mouth.  It tasted like cheap vodka, but nothing else, and Emily had to swallow before she choked. “You bitch,” she mouthed at Emma, who grinned, and shoved the bottle into her hand.  She moved off to dance.  Emily finished the bottle.  She didn’t want to watch Emma dance with guys.  She didn’t even want to be there anymore.  It was different when they were alone, but in public there was always someone more interesting than her.  Emma loved to fuck her around.  She knew she wanted her, but wouldn’t acknowledge it until she wanted something from her, and then she’d use it.

She moved around the outskirts of the party for a while.  Turned down an offer of Cocaine and another from a goth boy of a clove cigarette to smoke with him outside.  Then she ran into Manuel.

“Hey,” he said, cornering her against the wall.  She looked for a way out, but she was trapped between the PA system and two people making out.  His breath stunk as he leaned closer to breathe on her.  “You’re hotter than your bitch of a friend.”  He still wasn’t looking at anything besides her chest.  He took hold of her arm and she froze as he moved closer to her.  “I could show you a good time.  You come outside with me.”  He kissed her then, rubbing his body against her.  She could feel the lump in his pants against her leg, and arms were like iron bars, pinning her.  She molded herself as best she could to the wall, trying to pull away.  He kissed squashy and slobbery and kept trying to press into her mouth.  “Come on,” he hissed at her, his fingers digging harshly into her arm.  “Suck my cock.  With a mouth like that you’ve got to be a slut.”

“Don’t- let go.”  She tried to shake him off, but he had both her arms and shoved her against the wall.  He pinned her with his body and grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly.

“You got pretty good tits for a white girl.”  And then his hand slid up her skirt.  He leaned in to kiss her again, and then there was a hand on his arm, a weight on it, and he looked over.  Emma was gripping it, half doubled over and holding her stomach.

“Shit, Emily,” she mumbled, glancing up and looking really awful.  “I think I’m going to be sick.”  She made a horrible heaving sound and Manuel nearly leapt away.  Emma almost fell into her, and Emily grabbed her, holding her up.

“I’ll take you outside, okay?”

She didn’t look back at Manuel, but he didn’t try to stop her.  They worked their way quickly towards the exit and then out into the abandoned lot that served for parking.  They stepped out, and Emma straightened up, turning to glare at her.  “You idiot.  How did you let him get you cornered like that?  Just kick him in the nuts if you don’t want him slobbering on you!  Or maybe you did want that jackass, want him to fuck you on the Camaro?”

“I couldn’t get him off!  He’s like three times my size, if you didn’t notice!”

“You shouldn't have gotten near him!”

“You shouldn’t have abandoned me!”

“Abandoned you?  I didn’t know I was supposed to babysit you!”

“You’re the one who needs babysitting!  You just took liquor from those guys!”

“I took the one they were drinking.  It was fine, wasn’t it?”

And then Emily started to cry and wished she wasn’t.  “I hate this.”

Emma looked stunned and uncomfortable.  “Sorry.  I… I should have noticed sooner that you were in trouble.”

Emily slumped to the ground next to the car.  “I didn’t want to just come to a party and hang out with people I don’t know.”

“Yeah, well, Manuel isn’t the sort of person you want to hang out with even if you do know him,” she muttered.  “Come on.”  She leaned down and tugged on Emily’s arm.  “Get up.  We can get in the car and lock all the doors.  Let’s find Tony and get the keys.”

Emily managed to get up and leaned on Emma, who kept an arm protectively around her.  “You could have stuck with me.”

“You didn’t seem to want me with you.  I would have interfered with your boy hunting.”

Emma’s arm tightened on her.  “You’ve got to meet people, or these parties are as boring as shit.”

They turned the corner of the building and froze.  Christian was on his knees in the scrubby dried grass with Tony’s dick in his mouth.  Tony was leaning against the wall and groaning.

“Holy shit,” Emma spat.  Christian popped off and whirled, leaving Tony’s cock bouncing in the air, shimmering slightly from the spit.  He looked horrified.

“Emma!”

“Hey, hey!  None of my business, we’ll just leave you alone.”

Now he looked worried instead of embarrassed.  “What do you need?”

“Car keys, we were going to hang out there for a bit.”  At the perfect height for it, Christian reached into Tony’s pocket of his half undone jeans and extracted the keys.  He tossed it to Emma who caught it out of the air.

“Now a bit of privacy girls?” Tony called, his eyes still closed.  “Mr. Chris here and I were in the middle of something.”

They ducked back around the edge of the building, and Emma gave Emily a look, and Emily started laughing.  “Oh, come on.  You compete for phone numbers.  He wears pompom hats.  You knew.”

“There’s knowing and there’s knowing,” she said, but she was laughing too.  “Oh my god, his face.”

She unlocked the door to the Camaro and they crawled into the back seat, clicking all the locks shut around them.  Emily’s chest hurt from laughing so soon after crying, and she slumped back onto the seat, taking deep breaths.  “At least someone’s enjoying himself.”

“Yeah, Tony’s dick.”

Emily turned back to Emma and found her looking at her with another of those impenetrable expressions on her face.  “What?”

“Nothing.”  Emma glanced away.  “It's just.  You look really hot.  It’s too bad you didn’t have fun.”

“Are those things supposed to be correlated?” Emily asked.  The vodka was still heavy in her system.  It made her tired.  She sighed.  “You look good too.  If you want to go back in, I’ll be fine here.”

Emma shoved her.  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Hey!”  Emily rubbed her arm. “That hurts.  It's where he-“ she stopped.  That was where Manuel had grabbed her.  Emma looked at her, and reached out more gently.

“He touched you there.”  Emily nodded.  Emma’s fingers curled around her arm, still soft and gentle.  She moved towards Emily, her body hovering barely an inch away from hers.  “He put his dirty mouth on you too.”  Emily nodded, almost hoping, and then Emma leaned in and pressed her lips gently against Emily’s.  She released the kiss softly, and Emily kept her eyes closed, wishing it would go on.  “And I saw him…”  Her hand curled around Emily’s breast, soft and slow, her thumb rubbing a slow curve over it.  She pressed her lips to Emily’s neck, kissing softly, lightly.

“He didn’t do that,” Emily murmured.

“Forget about him.”

That was incredibly easy to do with Emma so close, touching her.  She kissed her again, settling into her lap in the tight confines of the Camaro’s backseat, parting her lips, and exploring Emily’s mouth with her tongue.  Both her hands were on Emily’s breasts.  “Fuck, they’re so soft,” she murmured into her mouth.  “You’re so soft.”

Emily’s hands curled around her, one on the back of her head, the other at the small of her back, keeping her there, keeping her close.  Emma’s hand slid up her skirt, and then between her legs, skating over the smooth skin and rough fishnets to touch her through her underwear.  Emily let out a choked breath, and then, suddenly, determinedly, Emma was moving.  She was shifting Emily to the side so that she leaned half against the door, and then hiked up her skirt to find the top of her tights and underwear.

“Hey, what are you-“

“I want to.”  Emma looked up and looked worried.  “Is it okay?”

“Yeah,” Emily almost laughed.  But then Emma was jerking down her tights, lifting her hips just enough to get them off, and dragged them down to her knees.  Emma slid awkwardly down below the seat and popped up through Emily’s legs.  It was horribly uncomfortable, probably for both of them, and they shuffled for a minute to try and find something manageable, and then Emma slid her hands over the inside of Emily’s bare thighs, parted her lips with her thumbs, leaned in, and licked.

“Holy fuck.”  Emily’s fingers sank into the seat and she bit down on her lip, trying not to move.  Emma breathed hot against her, and dragged the flat of her tongue up, and Emily’s head went back, banging against the window, and she whimpered.  Emma laughed, licked her lips, and swallowed, before nuzzling in again, her nose pressing against her clit as her tongue flicked in and out.  She licked and circled and sucked, and pushed her tongue deep into her, fucking her with it, slow and easy, as Emily thrashed and kicked her in the back.  She couldn’t think, just dig her fingers into the seat and squeeze her eyes shut as every deep wet-sandpaper stroke of her tongue made her hardly able to breathe.

“Shit, we have to stop,” Emma said eventually, lifting her head.

“What?” Emily blinked, confused.

“My back is killing me.  Hold onto something.”  They shuffled around again.  Emily wedged herself between the two front seats, and Emma crawled in between her legs, swallowed twice to work up more spit, and then leaned back in for more.  Emily’s fingers tangled in her hair.  Everything was wet and slick and Emma could get even deeper at this angle, and she curled her tongue around her clit and then sucked.

“Oh fuck, Emma!” and Emily let go of her hair and flailed out, digging her nails into the sides of both seats, banging her head on the gear shift, her hips jerking up, and keening out a groan as Emma pushed her tongue in one last time and she came, whacking her in the back with her heel again.

Emma pulled back, licking her lips and looking at her.  “Mmm,” she said, grinning and amused.  “You come like Jesus.”

Emily propped herself up on her elbows.  “What?” she asked, unsure if she had actually heard that correctly.

“You know,” Emma flailed her arms out in imitation,  “Like you’re ready to get nailed to the cross.”  She grinned.  “Or just nailed.”

Emily snorted, and pushed herself through the channel back onto the backseat.  “You have the worst sense of humor ever.”  She futzed with her tights, trying to pull them back up, but she was sticky and they were twisted around awkwardly.

“Just get them off.”  Emma pulled her boots off.  “We should have done this first.  I’m going to have bruises tomorrow.”  Then she worked the tights off and underwear.

“Hey!  Give those back!”

“I don’t think so.”  Emma grinned and held them up out of reach.  Emily clambered on top of her to grab them out of her hand, and Emma dropped them between their bodies and then slid both her hands up Emily skirt, groping her ass.  “Forget about those,” Emma said, squeezing.  “Make out with me.”

“Okay.”  Emily smiled, and ran her thumbs over the shells of her ears, then leaned in to kiss her.

Part 8