Danny Zuko 8: Play With Fire
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nike_ravusAuthor: 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: 1349
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #14. Play With Fire
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.
Cordelia wanted her hair dyed. This sounded like fun, and Emma told Emily in the locker room after tennis practice (where she had spent the entire time laughing at Emily’s flailing attempts to serve) that she was riding shotgun and they were going into town to find the requisite materials.
Emily didn’t mind going into town, but she was not interested in getting caught with the blame for something that was sure to backfire, especially when she heard that Cordelia wanted it half purple and half green. Emma sauntered up to her, in just her bra, and said. “I’ll let you get to second base.”
In the locker rooms Emily had found that although Emma’s breasts were small, they were actually kind of perfect.
“Did you forget that I’ve already made it home?” Emily inquired, trying unsuccessfully from keeping her eyes from dropping to her waist.
“It was through fabric, and you blew it,” Emma told her. “That means it was only third, and it doesn’t count.”
“So this is without fabric?”
“Sure.”
Emily furrowed her brow. “You do know that this could technically be considered prostitution.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Is there any money changing hands? This is called being a woman.”
Emily laughed. She had no idea where Emma had gotten this way of operating, but didn’t care, as long as she didn’t have to live there. So when they got dressed they found Cordelia and walked into town.
The CVS didn’t have what Cordelia was looking for so they went looking for a less reputable area and wandered into a Hispanic neighborhood. Emily started sniffing and followed her nose to a small shop called the Tamale Factory. “Now we’re in Sacramento!”
“Are you serious?” Emma asked. “You want to eat in this hole?”
“The seedier it looks, the better the food,” Emily told her, and pushed the way in. She ordered for everyone and they sat at the half falling apart wicker table to eat fresh tamales and rice and beans.
“This is good!” Cordelia said in surprise, and Emma stopped picking stiffly and actually tried it. Emily laughed at them both and started talking to Cordelia. She was kind of an interesting kid, reading way beyond her age group, and she took Emily’s recommendations seriously. Emma blinked at a lot of their conversation, looking kind of surprised as Emily drew her sister out.
“You read Confessions of a Mask?”
Cordelia gave a shrug. “Yeah, it was pretty cool.”
“What about Forbidden Colors? That one was crazy.” Emily grinned, half leaning over the table. Emma sat back, rather thrown.
Cordelia shook her head. “I started the Makioka Sisters, but I didn’t get into it.”
Emily nodded. “You might like the Key better. Have you tried it?”
“Where do you guys find this shit? Seriously?” Emma snapped.
When they left the factory, Cordelia turned to Emma and said, “I like your girlfriend better than you.”
Emma tripped over her own feet. Cordelia laughed at her, and Emma smacked her lightly on the head.
* * *
“I want it green in front and purple in back.”
Emily glanced over it, considering. “Like green bangs?”
“Yeah.”
Emma laughed as she mixed the batch in the sink. “Dad is going to kill you.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Like he did when Addy wore that skirt for the first time?”
“Skirt?” Emily inquired.
“More like lack of skirt.” Emma shook her head. “There are some things you can sneak out in, and some things that you wear to lunch at Daddy’s club. She kind of got them mixed up.”
* * *
“Is your dad usually that psychotic?” Emily was impressed. Cordelia had been incredibly cool in the face of his screaming rampage, but she was the little one, Emma told her, she got off easy usually, and if her father caught Emma with purple fingers, she was the one who would get it.
“Yeah, you just have to stay out of his way until he cools down.”
“Oh.” Emily sat back, letting the hanging clothes brush against her face. She glanced over at Emma, her quiet sort of sad expression, fingers twisting in the loose silk of a bathrobe. “You were embarrassed when she called me your girlfriend.”
Emma shrugged. They were sitting in the walk in closet in Emma and Cordelia’s room, hiding from Emma’s father who was on a rampage. It was dim and quiet and felt private. “Well, you’re not, are you? We’re just… fooling around.”
She sounded as unsure about that as Emily felt. “You can be my summer girlfriend,” Emily offered.
“Huh?”
Emily laughed weakly. “My roommate at school, Daniela, she told me that I needed a summer girlfriend, well, boyfriend, because girls are trouble.”
Emma snorted. “True enough.”
“It’s like in Grease. You can be whoever you feel like being, and then just put it away when you go home, go back to normal.”
“That sounds… convenient.”
“Yeah?”
Emma glanced over, oddly shy. “Want to be my summer girlfriend?”
Emily laughed. “Oh, we're making it official? Okay. I’m fine with that.”
Emma glared. “You are totally not convincing me that you deserve second base.”
“Hey, you promised! I have green fingertips because of you!”
Emma snorted. “Fine, fine!” She pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra. “But I ate at your horrible hole in the wall.”
“It was good!”
“If I admit that it was good…”
Emily grinned, glancing sidelong at Emma’ chest. She was cupping her breasts, to keep them out of view, but there was skin enough to make her stomach flip. “Fine. I really want to be your summer girlfriend.” She turned towards Emma, and Emma slowly started to let her hands slip away. “Because I want to do really dirty things to you.”
“Go for it,” Emma whispered, making the closet seem darker and quieter.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah,” Emma said, her voice dropping half way through, making her flush. “Whatever. You are my fucking girlfriend.”
“Awesome.” Emily moved in, running her hand up the soft skin of her back, and kissing her. Emma’s fingers curled tightly into her hair as she kissed back harder, parting her lips to let Emily in. Her fingers slid up to curl around the curve of her breast, and Emma gasped slightly, into the kiss, and god, that little sound just made Emily want to grind into her and fuck her like a boy.
She didn’t. Instead she circled her thumb around her nipple, and Emma made an unladylike sob, and bit down on Emily’s lower lip. That hurt.
“Ow.” She cupped her lip, wiping it and checking for blood. It seemed intact.
She pushed herself up, moving over Emma and laying her down until she was lying on the pile of haphazardly tossed aside jackets. She used both hands, just touching, and Emma was thrashing under her, more than she had when Emily had had her hand between her legs.
“Use your mouth!” Emma hissed at her. “I want your fucking mouth.”
Emily ducked down, catching a nipple between her lips and then licking, laving up the whole thing with a broad swipe of her tongue, and Emma cried out, pumping her hips up into her. They weren’t that big, and so soft, and Emily lowered her head even further and slowly sucked the whole breast into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” And Emma was clawing up her back. Swimming was going to sting tomorrow. And she tweaked her other nipple, and Emma’s hips shuddered underneath her, and she gasped out a low moan, her head tipping back painfully.
Emily let her breast loose and nuzzled into it, sliding her face up the spit-slick curve. Emma groaned, and breathed out slowly. “Fucking hell, Emily,” she muttered. “I think I came from that.” Emily grinned down at her, feeling rather pleased with herself, and Emma glared at her through narrowed eyes. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it.”
Emma caught her head and pulled her down, kissing her, deep and wet and insolent, and Emily really couldn’t consider this punishment at all.
