A Bicker Christmas

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Title: A Bicker Christmas

Author: Alsike

Fandom: Criminal Minds/X-Men

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Emma Frost, Selene Gallio/Cordelia Frost

Rating: R

Summary: When one person travels into an alternate universe a thousand others are created. What if Didi showed up without a time slip on Emily's doorstep, in a world without mutants? What would a twenty-five year old Emily do?

Apologies: Sorry I couldn’t get this out earlier. I tried, but were tiny family babies running around, eviscerating crabs, and eating much food.  Happy Holidays!

The Rest of Bicker

 

 

“Soooo, why did I get an invitation to the Prentiss family Christmas party?”

Emily looked up sharply and gaped at the stationary in Emma’s hand.  “Oh no.”

Emma gave her a look.  “You didn’t…”

Emily made a face of desperation.  “They wanted to know what happened with Selene.  I had to say something.  I just told them I had met someone else.”

“But you told them my name?”

“Was I supposed to say ‘she prefers to remain anonymous?’  I don’t think that would have gone over well.”

Emma snorted.  “Fine.  It’s just…”  She looked at the invitation more closely, frowning slightly, and then her phone rang.  She jerked it out of her pocket and flinched at the caller ID.  She looked in horror at Emily.  “It’s my dad.  Your parents wouldn’t… wouldn’t have sent an invite to my family, would they?”

Emily couldn’t find a way to respond.  Emma, slowly, and with trepidation, pressed send on her phone.  “Hey, dad.”

*            *            *

“You’re not out to your family, are you?”

Emma gave her a look.  Emily rolled her eyes.  “Oh, sorry, I forgot.  Her highness doesn’t have a sexuality, unless that sexuality is ‘yes.’  Not homosexual, or heterosexual, or bi-, or a-, but,” Emily frowned.  “Shit, what’s the Greek for ‘yes’?”

“Pro?” Ro suggested from across the room.

“I believe this was a private conversation,” Emma snapped at her.  “And it’s ‘ne’.”

Ro rolled her eyes.  “Then don’t have it in the Quad library.  Why the fuck are you here anyway?”

Emily scowled.  “Because no one here asks me for permission to fuck my girlfriend.  I’m kind of sick of it.”

“They haven’t taken the hint?”

Emma chuckled to herself.  “They don’t ask me anymore, not after she traumatized that sophomore who tried.” 

Emily scowled and pulled her closer into her lap.  “You were totally leading him on.  I had to come down hard or he’d think he could get away with it.”

Ro arched an eyebrow.  “You going to be this handsy at Christmas?”

Emma jerked into a more stiff position, and Emily looked away.  “You’re actually coming,” she said.

Emma looked recalcitrant.  “I wouldn’t.  If your fucking family wasn’t famous…”

“If your family weren’t shameless social climbers-“

“We always go to parties like this.  And they’re the worst things in the world, but getting invited to one in DC?  There’s no way my parents would pass that up.”

Emily sighed.  “I just don’t want to know what they’re planning.  Either they’re just being polite and not expecting it to backfire explosively, which is highly unlikely, or…”  She frowned.  “I really, really, don’t want Selene to be involved in this.”

Emma snorted her assent.

Emily’s eyes flicked over her.  “They’re going to judge you.”

Emma met her gaze narrowly.  “What?  You ashamed?”

Emily couldn’t help the grin spreading over her face, and she jerked Emma down to bite at her ear, and then hiss, “You get your mouth on me right now, for letting such a dirty thought cross your tongue.”  She could feel Emma’s grin pressed against her cheek, and then her mouth hot on her neck.

“Hey!” Ro cut in.  “No sex in the library!  Go to your own damn club if you want to get kinky on antique furniture.”

Emma snorted into her shoulder. 

“Home?” Emily suggested.

“Yeah.”

*            *            *

“Who is this Prentiss girl?  Is she a friend of yours?”

Emma stared up at the ceiling and wished she wasn’t on the phone.  Being naked in Emily’s bed was not a situation to waste by being on the phone.  Even if Emily were still asleep. 

“Yeah, she’s a friend.  I, uh, I met her at the club.”  Emily’s parents would know what that meant.  Emma’s, thankfully, didn’t. 

“Money well spent, I suppose.”

Emily snuggled into her shoulder, and Emma bit her lip.  How could she say this?  Could she say anything at all.  “Look, she’s…. I really like her.  And I know her parents are important, but, I just don’t want to mess things up.”

“Why on earth would you think you’d mess things up?” her mother interjected.

It wasn’t herself she was talking about.  “I don’t want it to seem mercenary.  She’s-“  Fuck it.  They’d never understand.

“She’s sensitive about her position?”

Emma grimaced.  “Yeah.”  Emily was waking up now and pressing sleepy wet kisses to her shoulder and neck.  Her fingers were tracing up her side.  “Look, I’ve got to go.  Bye mom, bye dad.”

She clicked the phone shut in time to catch a warm kiss against her lower lip.  She tipped her head back letting Emily move back to suck on her neck and made a small noise low in her throat.  Like this she couldn’t feel the unhappy quake in her stomach that appeared whenever she thought about her parents realizing what ‘friend’ meant in this instance.

They would have to realize.  She should tell them, she knew, because whether Emily’s parents were using this opportunity to wreck them or not, they already knew, and might not think to be discreet.

Emily’s tongue snaked into her mouth and curled around her tongue ring, and then she pushed her down when Emma tried to grind her hips up into her.  The power mad bitch.

*            *            *

Cordelia received the invitation in the mail a week before winter break.  She had almost forgotten to check it.  No one really cared about mail you got in the post.  The most exciting thing was a twenty stuck in a card from your gran.  But this was unexpected.  It was soft paper and a thick card in the envelope, and the postmark read DC.

You are Cordially Invited to the International Winter Holiday Party at the Wide Hall, hosted by the Ambassadors Prentiss.

“What the fuck?”

*            *            *

It wasn’t like the girl was pretty.  She was… interesting looking, and she seemed oddly shy when Emma was doing the introductions.

“Uh, this is my sister.  Cordelia.”

“Hi, I’m Emily.”  She smiled, and maybe she was a little pretty.  But it was Emma who was being distracting.  She kept glancing to the darker, older girl, anxiety in her face, her hand hesitantly reaching for her.

Cordelia didn't ask why the fuck she was supposed to be staying on some random girl’s futon while she was visiting her sister.  She dropped her bag and headed out to the bathroom to wash up from the grody bus.  When she got back, she made no sound opening the door, and peered in.  They were talking.  Something was different about the way Emily was standing.  She looked more comfortable, more confident.  Emma was sitting on the desk, and Emily moved in between her knees and cupped her face, brushing a thumb firmly over her mouth, bruising her lips.  Emma tipped her head up, and let herself be kissed.

“Holy crap.”

*            *            *

Cordelia was starting college next fall.  Emma always found that thought unsettling.  The brat’s ever iterating sense of style was expected, but thank god the black lipstick and white pancake makeup was gone.  It was, however, the way she was looking at Emily with that rudely incredulous expression on her face that was really, really getting on her nerves.

Cordelia had managed to work her return from her boarding school into a short side trip to pick up Emma, who was still finishing classes, before going home for break.  Emma knew this was just an excuse to put off seeing their parents for a little while longer, and couldn’t blame her, but she wasn’t about to put up with her brat of a substance-abusing little sister waltzing into her life and judging her, not when her parents were going to be doing the same thing in less than two weeks.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Emma snapped.  “And stop looking at her like that!”

Cordelia blinked, gaping, and jerked her eyes away from the door that had closed behind Emily after she had brought them tea.

“But she-“  She looked at Emma, “But you.  You- you let her kiss you.”

“She’s my girlfriend.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes.  “Duh.  No.  That’s not what I meant.  You let her kiss you.  You just were like, oh, you want a kiss?  Here it is, on a fucking platter.”

Emma stared at her.  She had seen them together for less than thirty seconds.  How the hell had she picked up on this?

“You’re, like, all goopy.”

“I am not goopy!  Shut up, brat.”

Cordelia snorted and sipped her tea.  She considered the flavor and nodded.  “She’s too nice for you.”

“She’s not nice.  She’s polite.  There’s a difference.”

Cordelia just shook her head.  “Oh, please.  You can’t fake that kind of nice.”

Emma jerked open the top buttons of her shirt and pulled it open to display the purpling bruises Emily had left on her skin the night before.  “Is this nice?”

Cordelia gaped.  “Those- those aren’t hickies.  Was she chewing on you?”

“Nice?”

Cordelia chuckled and leaned back into the propped up futon.  “Kind of hot.”

“Good.”  Emma was satisfied with that.

“But still…” Cordelia began musingly.  Emma tensed.  “Your stuff is all over her room, and you watch her with an expression like a golden retriever.”

“Watch it-”

“And why the fuck do you have collar tan?”

Emma blinked and pulled her shirt closed again.  Cordelia grinned, eyes narrowing.  “You really are slutting it up, aren’t you?  A collar?”

Emma glanced around shiftily for a moment and then reached into her pocket and pulled out a short silver tube.  “You ever seen this before?”

Cordelia arched an eyebrow.  “It’s lipstick.”

Emma nodded and spread some on her finger.  “It stains.”  She smeared a trace down her sister’s palm.  “She knows where I go and what I do, and if I do anything wrong, I leave evidence.”

Cordelia stared at her.  “Anything wrong?  You let her tell you what’s wrong?”

Emma met her eyes steadily.  “I do.  She trusts me now, so she doesn’t make me wear it.  But I still wear it if I’m going somewhere without her.  Just… to remind her that she can trust me.”

“You’re like… totally exclusive?”

Emma considered that.  “In practice, yeah.  In theory she can fuck whoever she wants, and I have to fuck whoever she tells me to.”

That sounded insane to Cordelia, and kind of hot.  “Why would you ever sign up for that?”

Emma snorted, shrugging her shoulders.  “Because she’s nice, right?  I didn’t think she’d push me into places I didn’t want to go.”

“Kind of defeats the purpose.”

Emma grinned.  “Lucky I was wrong then.”

Cordelia eyed her interestedly.  “So, she’s pretty kinky?”

“She doesn’t think so, but her idea of what normal sex is has been pretty fucked up.  She had a mistress for a few years,” Emma wrinkled her nose.  “And I think she might have been a virgin before that.  I think she’s decided that as long as the intent isn’t to make you bleed, it’s probably normal.”

Cordelia’s eyes were wide now.  “The intent?  So… inadvertent blood-letting is fine?”

Emma’s smile grew.  “I got her to whip me a couple of times.  She’s not a psychopath, so she didn’t get turned on by making me cry or anything, but it was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

Cordelia took a shallow breath.  “Wow.”

“She has these ideas sometimes, and I think that I’m not going to enjoy it, but I usually do.”  Emma grinned.  “I totally got her off during psych lecture the other day. She was actually wearing a skirt.  I couldn’t not.”

Cordelia grinned, shaking her head, and pulled her feet up onto the futon, hugging her knees.  “I really never thought you would ever end up with a girl, and as some girl’s pet, seriously?”

Emma glanced away.  “I guess I kind of like subbing for her.”

“Oh, I totally get why.  Girlsex can get kind of boring, but she clearly doesn’t let it get boring.”

Emma started slightly.  “You… have experience with this?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes.  “They fucking sent me to an all girls’ school, didn’t they?  I’ve had more pussy that you can imagine.  I only screwed two of the male teachers.  The competition was frigging steep.  Finally Liza set up a P.O. box in town so we could get strap-ons.  Six girls, two strap-ons, and an ounce of cocaine?  You ever tried that?”

Emma snorted, covering her mouth.  “Aren’t these things I’m not supposed to know about my little sister?”

“Hey, you showed me the bite marks first.  But you’ve never tried it.”

Emma looked down.  “I’m… not really into orgy-stuff anymore.”

“Anymore?”

Emma shrugged.  “Six girls sounds like four too many girls, and even if there are boys involved… it’s just sex.  I’m over having sex with people I don’t even like.”

“Seriously?”  Cordelia grimaced.  “That bitch has made you a shut in.”

“Oh, please!  As if you’ve ever fucked someone outside on a lawn in front of the Jonas Brothers.”

The door to the other room opened and Emily peeked out.  “I hate to interrupt the sisterly bonding, but I am trying to write a paper here, and your conversation is really distracting.”

Cordelia met her eyes with a narrow glare.  “Are you really as good at sex as she says you are?”

Emily blinked a few times.  “I was trained,” she said finally.  “Are you as good as you say you are?”

*            *            *

Cordelia Frost wasn’t a romantic.  She had been pretty sure her sister wasn’t one either, until she fell head over heels for a cute brunette with a taste for sadomasochism.  Cordelia had never liked Emma.  You didn’t like your sisters.  They were sisters.  You tolerated them.  You dealt with their bitchiness and PMS and bullying, but, most of the time, you didn’t have to deal with their Mistresses.

The strangest part of all was that Emily was nice.  She seemed happy to meet Cordelia, and she asked her about what she was interested in and what she liked to do for fun, and was easy and engaged, and kept a hand on Emma’s wrist, tying her close, even as Emma rolled her eyes in boredom.

And, after a while, Cordelia realized that Emily actually was pretty, lanky and dark-haired and gorgeous when she smiled, and Emma looked different, calmer, not so desperate and angry all the time.  It was kind of sexy.  There were starting to be funny feelings in her pants.  But most of the time they were kind of tame.  They would hold hands, hold onto each other, sit close.  But they didn’t even make out.

They slept together though.  Cordelia was on the futon, though she was glad she had watched Emily change the sheets, because seriously, who knew what they had done on it.  But they slept together, all tangled up.  And she heard things.  She heard them, whispering, and she slid up to the door and looked through.

*            *            *

Emily’s mouth was hot on her neck, and Emma arched up into her, her cuffed hands pressed uncomfortably under her body. Emily pulled back for a moment.  “You know your sister’s watching us.”

“God, I couldn’t care less.  Does it bother you?”

Emily laughed.  “To be honest?  Not at all.”

Cordelia stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall, hand down the front of her pants, and just enjoyed.

*            *            *

When they finally got home and their parents decided to interrogate Cordelia about those weird-ass invitations, they asked about the Prentiss girl.

“Emily?” Cordelia smiled.  “Yeah, I met her.  She’s pretty cool.”

*            *            *

The ball was in a huge public building, with chauffers and waiters, and guests in ball gowns.  Winston and Hazel swept in like they belonged there, but Cordelia hung around just looking at things.  She bet half these people were in the news ever day, but all the dudes had nose hair and the women all looked botoxed.  A few glanced at Cordelia jealously.  Youth would always be everything they wanted and couldn’t ever get back. 

Emily was skulking in the hall, waiting for Emma.  They just eyed each other awkwardly and kept a solid six inches between them at all times.  It didn’t really help.

“You look nice.”  Emily’s voice was soft, and Emma looked down.  The pale, pale lipstick caught the light and made her look like some sort of alien, or a figurine carved from moonstone.

“You too,” Emily looked at Cordelia and smiled this time.

“Yeah, of course I do.”  Cordelia grinned.  “I’m smokin’.”

Emily laughed, and reached out, automatically, for Emma’s hand.  They both flinched at the contact.  Cordelia rolled her eyes.

“Oh god, she’s here.” Emily muttered when they finally made their way into the sweeping glittering ballroom, where not a single person was dancing to the rapidly sawing string quartet.

“Who?” Cordelia asked.

Emma shot her a glare, but Emily just grimaced.  “My ex.”

“The really kinky one?”

Emily looked at her, then at Emma, then laughed.  “Yeah, that one.”

“She’s here?  Where is she?  Man, this vacation…”  How many times did you get to see people who you knew were hardcore into kink?  I mean, you could imagine it, but thinking of ugly old dudes in fishnets and corsets was just hilarious, and not sexy at all.

“She’s over there,” Emily gestured with her head, “The one in the black dress.”

“You dumped her?”  Cordelia stared at Emily, glancing back and forth between her and the gorgeous woman.  “You dumped her for my sister?”

Emma cuffed the back of her head.

“Yeah,” Emily said.  “I did.”  She put a restraining arm around Emma’s waist.

Cordelia shook her head.  “Christ.  Holy crap, Emma, you must been good in bed, because seriously, she dumped that for you?”

Emily glanced over worriedly.  Selene was looking pretty attractive, in a short black cocktail dress that emphasized her endless legs, propped up on impossible heels.  She had always been beautiful, but cold, and Emma’s possessive warmth as she pressed against her side just couldn’t be compared to it.

“I’ll introduce you, if you want to meet her.”

“Are you serious!”  Emma snapped.  “You want to introduce my sister to that bitch!”

“Jesus Christ, Emma!” Cordelia yelled back.  “You’re not the boss of me!”

“Oh god.”  The horror of Emily’s tone was enough to jerk them both out of the building fight.

Winston and Hazel were moving up to greet the hosts.

*            *            *

“Oh, you’re Emma’s father?”  Richard eyed Winston doubtfully.  “We wanted to meet her and her family, just as a precaution.  In the long run it likely won’t matter.  Emily is fickle when it comes to women.”

“When it comes to women?” Hazel shrilled.

“Oh,” Elizabeth smiled, surprised enough to almost reveal how pleased she was.  “You didn’t know?”

*            *            *

Cordelia was bored.  Emma was having some sort of hissy distress at her mistress, about parents, when it had always been obvious that their parents sucked.  And then, in front of her, she spotted that woman, with her long straight black hair swinging to hide and reveal the bare expanse of skin, stretching from her neck and shoulders to come to a point on her spine at the small of her back.

Well, if Emily wasn’t going to introduce her, she’d just have to introduce herself.

*            *            *

“You’re Emily’s ex-dom, right?”

Selene looked around, and spotted the kid trying to talk to her.  “Ex-dom?  I didn’t realize there was a term.”

“It’s accurate, though, isn’t it?”

Selene smiled involuntarily.  The kid wasn’t backing down.  “Essentially.”

“Jesus Christ,” Cordelia commented casually.  “Why was my sister freaking out about you?  You’re not that terrifying.”

“Who’s your sister?”

Cordelia blinked, not realizing she hadn’t introduced herself.  “Oh, Emma, Emily’s little bitch.  I’m Cordelia Frost.”  She stuck out her hand.  Selene looked at it for a moment, somewhat askance, and then took it, her long fingers slowly closing around the kid’s small paw.

“Selene Gallio.”  She gave a long, slow smile that curved like a scythe.  Cordelia swallowed hard.  Really, girls were not her thing, but Selene was so sexy it should have been a crime.  “I think, perhaps, that your sister is terrified of me, because she doesn’t want to lose her mistress, and I’ll always be the one who had her first.”

Cordelia grimaced.  “Well, yeah.  That works.  It’s just kind of depressing that Emma’s like all needy and pathetic now.  And Emily’s… nice.  But I totally don’t get what the pissing war over her is about.”

Selene laughed.  “If it’s any consolation, I don’t want her back.  I mean…” she looked up, gazing half off into the distance.  “If she wanted to come back, and she was willing to be abject… I’d humiliate her in every way possible.  She deserves it for the way she treated me.  And she used to like it.”

“Really?” Cordelia asked, suspiciously.  If it were her, she wouldn’t have.

“Honestly?  Emily was just really needy.”  Selene caught up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, and offered one to Cordelia.  “She had no friends at school, no sense of herself physically or sexually, and was desperately in need of a little self esteem.  I was doing her parents a favor.  I wouldn’t have minded keeping her, but she would never have been enough.”

Cordelia laughed.  “Yeah.  I get that.”

“I just don’t like people trying to make off with my things.”

Cordelia eyed her suspiciously.  Maybe a little cray-cray, but really, who cared?  “Yeah, clearly you’ve never had to put up with sisters.”

*            *            *

“You little whore,” Hazel snapped.  Emma jerked back, but not fast enough, Hazel’s hand struck her cheek.  It flared red.

Emma sucked in air through her nose.  Her shoulders tensed, as if she wanted to fight, but she glanced to Emily first.  Emily stared at her.  What did she want?  Was she asking permission?  This was her family.  It was… oh.

“What are you-”  Hazel stepped in to slap her again, and Emily caught her wrist.  “Don’t touch her!  Don’t ever touch her.”  Emma looked shocked and upset, but Emily wasn’t going to do this again, wasn’t going to watch her hang from the cross while everyone else got a ride and she was trapped, unable to take her, unable to protect her.  “You know who my parents are, and you may not treat your children like that.  I can destroy you.  I got a professor deported to Africa for touching your daughter inappropriately, and you don’t want to think about what I’ll do to you.”  Her hand tightened on Hazel’s wrist.  She wanted to break it.

Winston laughed.  Emily froze.  “You’ve gotten a little bit spoiled, haven’t you darling?”  He reached out and cupped Emily’s cheek.  “Do you even know what your parents said to us?  They said you were a fickle little slut, and it was only a matter of time before you moved on, leaving destruction in your wake.”

It was a betrayal.  Emily swallowed.  “I won’t.”  But the words were weak.

“Cut it out!  Cut it out!  I told you not to screw this up, dad.”  Emma beat his hand away.

He released Emily’s face and smiled at his daughter.  “I’m not going to punish you,” he said.  Hazel gasped.  He took her hand.  “Don’t be so hasty to anger, dear.  There’s nothing like doubt to foster loyalty, and a romantic liaison with this girl is to our benefit.  Emma is only acting like a modern sort of girl.”

“It’s disgusting,” Hazel hissed.

“It’s none of your business,” Emma snapped back.  “Its none of either of your businesses.”

“Of course not.”  Winston smiled at Emily.  “We understand.  You can play at being powerless, but when you’re angry you use your status.  Eventually you won’t be able to lie to yourself.  Either you take what you have or you give it up.  You can’t have it both ways.  And if you give it up, I’ll expect you to give my daughter up as well.  But it’s your decision to make.”  He put his arm around Hazel.  “Have a happy Christmas.”

*            *            *

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

Selene laughed.  She leaned forward, close enough for Cordelia to feel her breath on her face.  “And why are you really asking these questions?  Do you want a taste?”

“I know what sex is like, and honestly, I’m starting to get bored,” Cordelia drawled.  “Maybe I want to see if you can make it any different.”

Her back hit the edge of the sink in the bathroom with a sharp crack, and Cordelia gasped, feeling sharp teeth on her neck, sharp nails cutting into her skin.  Selene hiked up her skirt and dragged nails up her inner thigh.

“Fuck,” Cordelia hissed and arched into her hand.  No foreplay necessary, long fingers burrowed into her.  She clung. 

“You’re a little slut,” Selene hissed.

“You think I don’t know that?”  Cordelia laughed and hooked her legs around Selene’s hips.  “Come on.  Fuck me harder.  I want more.”

Two fingers became three, then four, and Cordelia whimpered with the stretch of it.  Her fingers scraped raised red lines into Selene’s bare back.  And then there was nothing but harder, harder, more.

Slumped and sated, Cordelia sat on the edge of the sink.  Selene loosened her grip on her back.  And Cordelia’s hand cupped the back of her neck and she tugged her down and kissed her.  “Thanks,” she hissed, voice raw from the screaming.

Selene raised an eyebrow.  “You’re welcome.”

Cordelia caught her hand and pulled it toward her.  She had some sort of pen in her purse.  Selene frowned as the marker scrawled across the back of her hand.

“You know,” Cordelia offered a grin.  “If you don’t have enough.”

*            *            *

Cordelia staggered back from the bathroom, still high as a kite.  She found Emily and just leaned on her.  “Why’d you dump her?  Oh my god.  My sister can’t be that good in bed.”

Emily looked at her shoes.  “I didn’t like what she did to me.  I didn’t… I didn’t like being made to fuck other people, to watch her fuck other people.  After a while, it was like ‘what am I?  The consolation prize?  The toy to take home?’  Emma looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters.  I try to let her know that she’s just as special to me every day.”

“God that’s… disgusting.”

Emily grinned.  “Sometimes I spank her to make sure she remembers.”

And Cordelia just laughed.  Maybe this girl was just nice, and kind of boring, but she really had a weird way of showing it.  But Cordelia wasn’t nice, and she would do a whole lot of bending over backwards (or forwards) for really good sex.

*            *            *

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Emma sighed.  “Yeah.  My parents are just… awful.”

“And mine aren’t?”  Emily shut her eyes and wished this had never happened, wished she wasn’t here.  “I’m so sorry about this.  I’m sorry I forced your hand.  You didn’t need to deal with that, not yet, not ever maybe.”

“I would have had to sometime.”

Emily shrugged, but it wasn’t casual at all.  “Maybe not.  I’m fickle, right?  I can’t promise anything.  I’ll just wander off and leave you and you can go back to-“

“Emily, shut up,” Emma snapped.  “You think you’re fickle?  Christ Emily!  You’ve had three girlfriends.  Your parents are idiots.  You can’t let them tell you who you are!  They’re pissed off because they thought they had you all sorted and under control, and it turns out that you’re still thinking for yourself.  So fuck them, seriously.  And promises?  I don’t want them.  I’m in college.  I’m not looking to wear your ring, your collar is quite enough.  We’re just having a good time.  Do we need to make it more than that?”

“Is that all it is?”

“Does it mean more to you?”

Emily ducked her head.  “Yes.”

Emma sighed, the corners of her lips tightening in something too sad to be a smile.  “That’s all I need to know.  I just need to know that I mean something to you.  I’m happy.”

Emily looked at her, lips parted in uncertainty.  “You’re happy?”

Emma glanced around.  Her father was giving her a scornful look; her mother was still shocked.  Her sister had apparently decided to spread her legs for Emily’s evil ex-mistress, at the least distracting her from hating Emma, and Emily’s parents both hated her as well.  But in the end, it didn’t matter at all.  She smiled.  “Yes.  I’m happy.”

Emily smiled.  “I’m happy too.”

*            *            *

“Your pet’s little sister is a bit of a brat.”

Emily stared at Selene, wide eyed.  Selene’s expression was cross and she was rubbing at a phone number scrawled across her hand in permanent marker.  Then Emily laughed.

“Yeah, just a bit.”  Emily ducked her head to hide a smile.  “You know, Cordelia’s planning to go to Georgetown.”

Selene blinked.

“And you thought I need to know this, why?”

“You have her number.”

Selene looked annoyed and walked away.

*            *            *

Cordelia glanced at her ringing phone and didn’t recognize the number.  She picked it up.

“Hello?”

“I’ll be by at four to take you out for coffee.”

Cordelia laughed.  “Sounds awesome.”

*            *            *

“Come on, more.  I dare you, fuck me more.”

Fucking pushy bottoms.  Selene was worn out.

 

FIN