Danny Zuko 9: Deep Impact

[nike_ravus]

Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 9 of 20)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1472
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #19. Deep Impact
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 dunno about this one, but deadlines are deadlines. 

 

 

 

“Yeah, Emma’s dating her,” Cordelia said, pushing back her new bright hair lazily.  “It’s kind of weird, but I like her, so as long as she hangs out with me too, it’s fine.”

Emily, walking into the breakfast room, froze as she overheard the words, and met Adrienne’s amused gaze.  “So you’re dating my little sister?”

“Uhhh.”  The fact was, yes, they had decided to go out, sort of, but they had clearly made no decisions about broadcasting it to everyone.

But then Christian turned up behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.  “Aww, is it official?  Me and Tony sort of figured it out when you were asleep on her lap in the backseat of the car.”  Emily flushed red.  She just hoped he wasn’t going to follow it up with ‘with no underwear on’ but thankfully, he didn’t.

Then Emma walked in, glanced around, and seemed to immediately suss out the situation.  She looked at Adrienne, her expression hard but her face just a little whiter than usual.

“Aww, Emma,” Adrienne cooed.  “You’re growing up.  You’ve got your own little girlfriend.  Maybe someday you’ll be a real boy.”

“Addy,” Emma said, her voice expressionless but also shaky.  “If you tell father, I’ll-“

“I’ll tell him your lying,” Cordelia cut in.

“I’ll tell him you’re lying too,” Christian added, his expression firm.

Adrienne’s eyes narrowed, and then she put on a look of offended innocence.  She stood, starting towards the door that Emma had just come through.  “Do you really think I would get my own sister kicked out of the house on a whim?”  She caught Cordelia’s chin, pinching it tightly and forced her to shake her head.  “Of course not.”  Then she walked on to where Emily and Christian were standing.  “Not when there’s so much fun I can have with her pretty little girlfriend.”  Adrienne twirled her finger around a lock of Emily’s hair, twisting it and tugging it towards her, forcing Emily to look at her.  “And she is kind of pretty, isn’t she?”  Adrienne’s eyes darkened and she flashed a tight predatory smile.  “When you get her to look at your face and not at the ground at least,” she added dismissively.  “Emma always did like the shy ones.  It’s just too bad they never liked her for long.”  She strode out of the room, hips swinging, not even looking at Emma as she passed her.

Emma looked like she had been punched.  This was something Emily was even less prepared for.  Adrienne had seemed aloof before, but she hadn’t seemed awful, and she couldn’t help thinking about how she had said she didn’t want to get Emma kicked out ‘on a whim,’ but if she had a reason?  And this was clearly a family thing and she really wished it didn’t have anything to do with her.  But it blatantly did, and she took a hesitant step towards Emma.

But then Emma’s face changed.  She snarled at the three people left in the room.

“What happened?  Who told her?”

Cordelia looked a little like she was about to cry.  “She asked okay, she asked if you and ‘the Prentiss girl’ were dating.”

“And you told her yes?”  Emma lunged for her little sister.  She looked like she was really going to hurt her.  Emily grabbed her arm.

“Hey!  Calm down!”

“You’re telling me to fucking calm down?  What the fuck do you know about any of this?”

“I know you need to calm down!  She’s not going to tell your dad!”

“Yeah, not until she decides she hates me and wants me gone!”

“We won’t let her make dad throw you out.”  Christian tried to soothe her.  But it so wasn’t working.  Emma jerked in Emily’s grip, trying to go for him now.

“And when she pulls out her proof that you’re a cocksucking faggot?  How are you going to help me then?”

“Emma!”

“Let go of me!” Emma jerked around in Emily’s grip and swung.  Her open hand connected with Emily’s face with a loud crack.  Emma froze.  Emily gaped, cupping her cheek.

Cordelia snorted and clapped.  “And the award for shortest relationship ever goes to-.”

But Emily wasn’t hurt; she was pissed.  “Calm the fuck down when I tell you to, okay!”

Emma cringed.

“Girls…” Christian tried to intervene, but he was ignored.

“Come with me, now.”  Emily caught Emma by the hair and dragged her out of the breakfast room and halfway up the stairs until she was following obediently, and led her to her room.  Her mom had already left for the conference so it was empty.

“Sit.”  Emily shoved her towards a bed.  Emma dropped onto one and pulled her knees up to her chest, rubbing the heel over her hand over her eyes.  Emily slipped into the bathroom and ran cold water over a washcloth and then wrung it out.  She brought it out and gave it to Emma who was pointedly trying not to sniffle.

“I hate her,” Emma muttered, the washcloth pressed to her face.  “She does everything she can to make my life miserable.”

“Both your other siblings stood up for you though,” Emily said, moving onto the bed next to her and feeling utterly un-cut-out for this.  “That was kind of cool.”

Emma glared.  “They did it because they like you.”  She shook her head.  “They both like you better than me.”

“They didn’t offer to lie to your dad because they like me.”  Emily let her hand rest on the top of Emma’s back and felt her flinch.  She thought of something Daniela would say and gave it a shot.  “Although I am,” she grimaced but kept going.  “You know, kind of awesome, um, sometimes.”

Emma gave her a long, completely disbelieving look.  “You are so unconvincing.”

“And you’re a bitch.”

Emma flinched.  “I didn’t mean to slap you.”

Emily nodded.  “I know.”

“You could hit me back?” Emma suggested, oddly hopeful.

Emily laughed.  She wasn’t going to waste that on making Emma feel less guilty.  “When I hit you, I’m going to mean it.”

Emma rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, not looking forward to that.”

They sat for a moment in silence, Emily still not sure what she was going to say.  She knew what she wanted to say, and what she needed to ask, and they weren’t really the same thing at all.  “Are you really scared your dad will flip out if he finds out about this?”

Emma shrugged roughly, stiff and tensed.  “I don’t care what he does to me.  He can’t fucking control me.”

That was kind of an answer.

“Okay.”  Emily glanced down at her hands and then up again, something that was almost a smile on her face.  “So, we have like an hour before tennis.”

Emma glanced over at her, her brow furrowed.  “What?”

“Lie down,” Emily instructed.  “On your stomach.”  Emma gave her a very suspicious look.  Emily gave her shoulder a push.  “Just do what I say.  I thought we went over this already.”

Emma glowered, but lay down on her stomach.  “I know my brother wiggles his ass for the pool boy, but just seriously, no, I am not into that.”

Emily laughed and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.  “Shut up.”  She caught the bottom hem of her tank top and scrunched it up her body, baring the skin of her back.  “Up,” she said.  And Emma lifted slightly, raising her arms so Emily could get her shirt off.  She dropped it next to them on the bed and then her hands curled around the base of Emma’s neck.  Then she pressed in, rolling her hands into the tense muscles.

“Oh,” Emma mumbled into the comforter.

Emily leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against the back of her ear.  “To help you relax, because if you go play when you’re this tense, you’re going to be worse than me.  And I really don’t need you to whack me in the face again, particularly not with a racket.”

Emma laughed, sinking happily into the mattress, and making small pleased noises as Emily worked down her shoulders.

“You know,” she mumbled, a little later, kind of strung out from the massage.  “You really are kind of awesome.  I think I’m going to keep you.”

“Oh thanks,” Emily said, rather amused.

Emma peered up at her through the corner of her eye.  “You can grind a little harder into my ass if you want,” she pronounced grandly.  “’Cause I’m kind of ready for phase two.”

Emily sat back and crossed her arms, giving her a look.  “Hey!  This isn’t the sort of massage parlor that gives sexual favors.”

Emma managed to turn over under her, and looked at her, arching an eyebrow incredulously.  “Um, yes it is.  So get moving spa girl.”

 Part 10 

Comments

[rebelbyrdie.livejournal.com]

Oh Frost Family shenanigans! Angst ridden and sexy with touches of humor. Excellent!

[mayireadtoday.livejournal.com]

Great line: “Aww, Emma,” Adrienne cooed. “You’re growing up. You’ve got your own little girlfriend. Maybe someday you’ll be a real boy.”

Is Adrienne the madman or the sociopath? You know from your line "Three sociopaths and a madman."

The Emily-Emma part was very cute.

[nike-ravus.livejournal.com]

Oh she's the number one sociopath of the family, and with three Hellfire girls and one poor drug addicted gay boy, it's quite an honor to be number one.

Thanks!

[(Anonymous)]

Really good depiction of how volatile and conniving Adrienne can be; she just plays downright dirty.

[(Anonymous)]

i love waking up, and every second day i find these gems. thank you!

[xxmadlaxx.livejournal.com]

i usually love the angst even though it makes me feel... weird.

but i guess i love the fluff too!

this was really great almost-fluff almost-sex XD

and hey, teenage Emma has her moments too, i like this teenage Emma.