Danny Zuko 3: Bacchanalia

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Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 3 of 20)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17 (Not this chapter, but generally)
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1054
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #6. Bacchanalia
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.

 

 

Emma had decided that she pretty much hated Emily Prentiss.  It wasn’t really her fault.  Emily was just the type of person that Emma hated.  At first she had thought that she might be okay to pity, because she was funny and terrible at tennis and really aware that she was terrible at tennis which was amusing to watch, and really, there wasn’t anyone else here to hang around with.  Even Christian didn’t want to hang out with his kid sister all the time.  So Emily would do.

Then, of course, she had criticized her.  There was nothing wrong with liking guys and messing with them for fun (even if sometimes that seemed contradictory).  Her sister did it all the time.  But Emily seemed to think that she was wasting her time, and she had friends, and she kissed like she had been kissing Emma for years, like it was easy.  And then she had said she had ‘had practice.’  That was fucking obvious.

It was easy enough to put the clues together.  Emily was a socially competent person who just pretended to be socially incompetent, and was therefore a bitch and a liar.  And Emma was able to believe that for the rest of the evening, when Emily proceeded to get buzzed and talk to Christian and Cordelia like they were old friends and ignore Emma entirely.  And she was able to believe it for the rest of the next day, which was Sunday (no tennis lesson) where she saw neither hide nor hair of the girl.  It was just that night, at the party held by the conference to mark the beginning of session, when she saw her walk in, sort of cute and formal in a dark dress, glance up, see Emma, and then immediately turn and snag a wine glass off the nearest tray, and proceed to avoid her for the next four glasses.

Emma was a little disconcerted by this.  Even if she hated Emily, and Emily hated her back, there really wasn’t anyone else appropriate to hang out with, and that was the way Emma had acquired all the people she called friends before.  She wasn’t expecting Emily to try to avoid her.

And she was getting drunk.  That was a lot of wine, and on the fifth she seemed to have utterly forgotten about Emma, and was talking to an old man with no hair on his head and a huge grey bushy beard (and rather stylish round glasses) like they were old friends and laughing and giving him a huge smile that ate up her entire face.  If the guy hadn’t been old and mature and responsible, he would have gone for her by now.  Anyone would have gone for her, drunk and friendly and totally fuckable.  And it pissed her off.

So she stood, and waited, until Emily turned and saw her and flinched.  “You’re drunk,” she snapped.

“So fucking what?”

And that was not the response that Emma had expected at all.  Why was Emily nice to everyone but her?  “What?  You don’t care that you’re making a fool of yourself?”

“I thought you’d be happy with that!  All you do is make fun of me!”

“No one made you drink that much!”

Emily’s eyes narrowed and she stepped closer.  “Actually… you did.”

Emma stepped back, confused, and kind of scared of what she might do.  But Emily followed her, backing her towards the window alcove.

“You and your dirty,” she took a step, “pretty,” another step, “slutty mouth.”  And her hand went over Emma’s mouth, fingers pressing against her lips, twisting them.  Emily glared at her.  “I don’t like you.”

Emma grabbed her wrist and jerked her hand away.  “It’s pretty mutual.”

“You don’t get it,” and Emily suddenly looked hopeless and sort of vulnerable, and she caught Emma by the shoulders, pushing her back against the window, and kissed her.  It was quick, just pressure and the taste of wine, and then Emily shook her, still unhappy.

Emma blinked.  Oh.  Then a slow smile spread across her face.  “I don’t care,” she said, a little archly.  “Just keep your hands to yourself and we won’t have any problems.”

Emily looked sort of stunned and a little hurt.  Emma patted her shoulder.

“And if it really makes you that neurotic, I won’t make out with you to entertain boys in the future.”

After that, Emma felt much better about herself.  Emily wasn’t socially competent.  Clearly, she just got drunk at parties, which made her friendly and forward, which was obviously how she had made friends.  And she had been criticizing Emma for flirting because she was jealous, which was validating in at least two ways.  And she was kind of an awesome kisser, which was good to know, if Emma was desperate.

*            *            *

The next day Emma sauntered into the locker room before changing and said, “Hi,” to Emily, who proceeded to tangle herself up in her shirt.  Eventually she straightened it out.

“So,” Emma continued, when Emily seemed to have recovered her equanimity.  “When you said you’d had practice, you meant that you’ve made out with girls before, right?”

Emily stared at her for a moment, before nodding.  “Yeah.  My roommate mostly.  Girls’ boarding schools… you know the reputation.”

Emma laughed.  “I told my father I didn’t want to be a commuter student!”  Emily smiled, glancing away.  “But you haven’t gone all the way or anything?”

Emily gaped a little.  “Uh, no.”

“So are you… exclusively girl-oriented?”

Emily made an awkward circular shrug.  “No?”  It was more of a question than anything.  “I don’t know.  My roommate,” she laughed.  “She just assumes everyone’s bi and works from there.  Or if it’s not true, she’ll encourage it.  She says I should get a boyfriend, because they are less trouble than girlfriends.”

Emma considered this.  “That makes sense.”  She carelessly stripped off and changed into her tennis outfit.  Emily pointedly looked away, but Emma didn’t really care.  “Hey, after this, do you want to raid my dad’s mini bar and talk about sex?”

“What?” Emily looked a bit thrown by the question.

Emma shrugged.  “Or swimming or movies or whatever.  Just… you want to hang out?”

“Okay,” Emily said.

Emma grinned and on the way out tapped her ass with her racket.

Part 4

 

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Emma is so...Emma. Love it! Perfect how she is 'fine' when she figures out Emily's real deal. (So nonchalant too)I especially enjoyed what Emily had to say about Emma's lips.
(Ah alcohol, how you've carried me from the fourth of July to the fifth.) Thanks for the latest chapter!

[mayireadtoday.livejournal.com]

Emma learns the score. Cool.

[ryoshu.livejournal.com]

i almost feel a bit bad for Emily at this point. its like a moth to the flame. Emily can't help but hang out with Emma and Emma can't stop being herself. Fabulous.

[mauders.livejournal.com]

Emma is fabulous as always

[rebelbyrdie.livejournal.com]

Wow Emma really tries to overcomplicate Emily's social skills, which is both cute and totally in charecter. While a Frost might have such a complicated public face, Emily would much rather be elsewhere. Now that Emma knows whats what Emily is in for a bit of a ride. Can't wait for the next update!