Danny Zuko 4: Risky Business
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nike_ravusAuthor: 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: 1154
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #18. Risky Business
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. Maybe next time this will be worthy of its NC-17 rating... but not this time.
Emma hung off the bed, upside-down, her hair brushing the carpet and she stared at the television picture, which involved a gothic castle and a carriage. Northanger Abbey, probably, or maybe a new version of Wuthering Heights.
“You know, I think our generation lacks a sense of romance.”
Emily blinked up from her novel and over to Emma, who had been the one to decide that they were staying in, ordering lunch from room service, and generally recovering from sunburn and overexposure today. Emily thought it might be an opportunity to bring up uncomfortably blunt topics of conversation, and she had been distressingly drunk the other night, and really didn’t want Emma to pry into why exactly she thought molesting her at a grown-up party was a good idea, but so far she had been nervewrackingly circumspect.
“We do?”
“I dunno.” Emma crawled up the bed and flopped onto the pillows next to her. “We don’t have drama anymore. Half of romance is supposed to be about finding the one honorable person in a bunch of rakes, but there aren’t any honorable people anymore, so we just have rakes.”
“I’m honorable,” Emily muttered.
Emma lifted her head, eyed her curiously, and laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind when I am being pursued by a wretched duke.”
“What have you been reading? Just because our sense of romance has changed, it doesn’t mean it’s gone.” Emily closed her book. “My friend Daniela takes all her romantic cues from Grease.”
Emma stared at her. “Grease?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that a musical?”
“Yes.”
Emma considered this. “Maybe it’s on demand.” She poked through the channels. “Oh! It’s coming on in a half an hour.”
“Oh,” Emily said, not entirely enthused. “You want to watch it?”
“I’ve never seen it.”
“Mm, okay. I guess.”
“Do you really not want to watch it?”
“I don’t mind. My mom caught me watching it and told me that the heroine gets pregnant and then dies in a motorcycle accident, but, uh, not to spoil anything, that doesn’t happen. Either she had it mixed up with a Shirelles song, or she was trying to warn me off of some subversive content that I didn’t really notice.”
Emma snickered. “Subversive content?”
“Well, it suggests that high school students have sex.”
“I learned that when I was eight.” Emma grimaced. “It kinda put me off.”
“You?”
Emma glowered. “Wouldn’t walking in on your sister riding her boyfriend like a pony put you off?”
Emily cringed. “Okay, probably.”
Emma didn’t look certain that she was convinced. She sat up and clambered onto Emily’s hips. “Oh, yes! Justin, yes!” She bounced, plowing Emily into the bed, and Emily yelped and dropped her book. Emma caught her shirt in her fists. “Squeeze them! Deeper!” Emily flailed helplessly. Finally she grabbed the bedspread and held on tightly, biting her lip so she didn’t groan when Emma ground into her hips once more.
Then Emma stopped. She looked down at Emily and arched an eyebrow. “I was eight.” She tugged the handfuls of shirt for emphasis.
“Why aren’t you still put off?” Emily managed to get out.
Emma sat back and looked away, an odd expression on her face. Emily looked at her and shuffled up on her elbows to see better and regain some dignity. “Are you? You mess with boys all the time. But do you actually want to have sex?”
“Yeah,” Emma said, a little scratchily. “Of course. Just… not like that.”
Emily snorted.
“I want to. I just… don’t want all the shit that goes along with it.”
Emily considered her and wished she wasn’t still sitting on her legs. It made this awkward. “Which shit? Like relationships shit, or the condoms and stuff.”
Emma looked at her and laughed. “Both I guess. I just… I don’t want it to have to mean something or have consequences, or be gross or…” she pursed her lips. “Scary,” she said quickly, as if saying it quick meant she didn’t mean it. “I feel like there should be some sort of brothel or something where you can just work stuff out without worrying about being judged for it.” Her lips twisted distastefully. “But brothels are disgusting.”
“You sound like my roommate.” Emily frowned. “Well, you’d sound like her if she was still a virgin. She’s always trying to find ways of making it not mean anything. It always ends up with me being cornered by six guys who want another go and think I have some sway because I live with her, and six girls who are pissed that their boyfriends aren’t into them anymore.”
Emma just looked at her. “Your roommate, she sounds pretty… competent. She’s the one you make out with?”
Emily glanced away. “It’s practice.”
“So it doesn’t mean anything.”
Emily snorted. “Oh no, she’s very emphatic about that. She says I need comparison samples, and she’s too good to count, so I need a representative sample of both boys and girls before I’m allowed to make any decisions.”
Emma blinked. She looked slightly confused and then enlightened, and shuffled off of Emily’s legs dropping back onto the bed. “Sounds scientific.”
“Yeahhh.”
“Well, you’ve got one girl sample.” Emma grinned. “Now we need to find you a boy.”
“Wait. What?”
Emma arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t mean I’m too good to count too?”
“No,” Emily said flatly. “But you seriously don’t need to continue Daniela’s insane Kinsey experiments.”
“So you don’t want to kiss guys?”
“I don’t want to kiss random slutty guys that you hook me up with!”
“But you kissed me, at the party, in the window. Sooo…”
Emily groaned. She needed to stop that train of thought immediately. “Clearly that was poor judgment on my part.”
Emma whacked her with a pillow.
They watched the movie. Emily fell asleep half way through. When it was over Emma shook her awake.
“Your mom’s going to be back from the meeting soon. You said she wanted to take you out to dinner.”
Emily rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Yeah.” She blinked up at Emma who was looking down at her, considering something. It made Emily feel slightly unsafe. “What?”
“It didn’t mean anything, you know.”
“What?”
“You kissing me in the window. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”
“Okay,” Emily said slowly, the worry creeping up on her sleepiness.
“And…” Emma was still looking at her rather intensely. “If I kissed you, or… anything. That could not mean anything too.”
“Oh.” Emily gave a slight nod. “Yeah, I guess.” One of those anythings had rather thrown her, and the way Emma’s eyes had flicked down her body hadn’t helped.
“Okay.” Emma ducked down and pressed her mouth against Emily’s, softly, her lips a little chapped from the air conditioning, her hair brushing like a swish of silk against her forehead, a demonstration. “See.” She smiled. “Nothing at all.”
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:00 pm (UTC)Gah!
B'rains
Mmn, Emma
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 12:07 am (UTC)“No,” Emily said flatly..... ((^_^))
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Date: 2010-07-08 04:37 am (UTC)Danny Zuko 4: Risky Business
Date: 2010-07-08 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 02:00 pm (UTC)All your fics are amazing, but this one, dammit, it's just so cute and addictive!
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Date: 2010-07-10 05:04 am (UTC)