Danny Zuko 13: Long Hot Days

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Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 13 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: 2075
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #20. Long Hot Days
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.  13!  I might actually finish this!

 

Tennis had been even worse than usual.  Even the coach, standing in her wide brimmed hat was slick with sweat after a few moments.  Emily felt like she was going to vomit from the heat and her arm was shaking, but rather shockingly they managed a few decent rallies, and she even served adequately twice.  Twenty minutes early the coach called it quits.

“Great job, girls.  You’re both getting a lot better.  Now get inside before you die of heatstroke.”

Emily drained her water bottle while walking into the locker room.

“You were kind of good today,” Emma said, looking at her rather accusatorially.

Emily groaned.  “I just didn’t want to chase balls really badly.  Sometimes there’s a miracle.”

“Still,” Emma frowned.  “I think you’ve misled me about your athleticism.”

“And you’re basing this on…”

“You clocking me in the face mainly.”

Emily covered her eyes.  “Yeah, never going to live that one down.”

“I had a bruise!”

“You don’t get to make out with random guys if you’re dating me!”

Emma was grinning broadly at her.

“What?”

“Shower in your room?”

“Huh?”

Emma caught her hand and tugged.  “Your room.”

Emily did not believe in showering with other people, so she made Emma get in first.  When she got out, Emma had not bothered to get dressed.  She was naked in her bed, half tangled in the sheets, her eyes dirty as she licked her lips and stretched out her arms over her head.  “Tennis wore me the fuck out.”

“Oh it clearly didn’t.”  Emily held her towel tight around her, not totally sure what she should do here.  Emma grinned back.

“Come on, drop it.  Have we actually managed to be fucking for weeks and I’ve never seen you totally naked?”

“You saw me naked when we all went swimming.”

“It was dark, and you were checking out my sister.”

“I was not.”

“Lose the towel, darling.”

Emily made an offended face.  “Did you really just call me darling?  I’m not younger than you, or your little pet.”

“Then get over here and prove it!  You could give someone a complex.”

Emily dropped the towel.  She crawled on top of Emma and pinned her wrists to the mattress.  She leaned in, her wet hair brushing over the other girl’s face.  She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tugged gently.  Emma made a slight grumbling noise in her throat and let her back arch.

It was nice, Emily thought, as their lips brushed and then met.  They weren’t doing anything more than kissing, but naked kissing was not really like other kinds.  They were tangled up in the sheets, not even grinding or using much tongue, but it was just so hot where their skin pressed together and so cold where the air conditioner froze the room.  The heat became sweat and their slick bodies moved differently against each other, and Emma gasped into her mouth.

It probably would have become sex right then, Emily moving down her body, rubbing her nose in the salt slick of her stomach, if the door hadn’t opened and Emily’s mother walked in.

Emily looked up at the sound and froze.  Her mother looked, and then looked again.  Emma’s fingers tightened in the sheets, drawing a quick harsh breath in through her nose.  Emily was just trying not to panic.  She had no idea what would happen, and she couldn’t figure out how to move, or how to fix this.

“Emily.”

“Mom?”  Her mother brought her hand to her face, half cringing and covering her eyes, and finally Emily got the picture and lunged for the sheet, jerking it haphazardly over them.

“Emily?  How could you…?”   Elizabeth took three quick steps over to the bed.  Her eyes slid down to Emma and narrowed.  “I should have guessed.”

Emma jerked up, sheet tight to her chest, furious.  “Should have guessed what?”

“Your father told me you were trouble.”

Emily just gaped.  She had never been in control of this conversation, but now it was way beyond her.

“And of course he would know.”  Emma sneered.  “You dare criticize me for fucking your daughter when you’re fucking my married father?”

Elizabeth looked horrified.  Emily felt even more horrified.  “Watch your mouth, young lady.  When your father hears about-“

“If you tell my father, I’ll tell my mother about you.  I’ll let the entire conference know what kind of whore-“

“Emma!  Shut up!” Emily finally snapped.  Emma looked chastened and ashamed, and as scared as she clearly was.  “You can’t tell her father, mom.  There’s no reason to.”

Elizabeth’s face closed.  “Emily, put some clothes on and meet me in the other half of the suite.”

Her mother walked swiftly through to the other small room with couches and a table.  Emily spared one glance for Emma, who had turned desperation into something hard and spiky, before quickly dressing and following her mother, shutting the door behind her.

Elizabeth was waiting, arms crossed, utterly enraged, and Emily knew she should have stopped Emma sooner.

“I let you spend time with Winston’s troublemaker daughter so that you would rub off on her, not the reverse!”

“She’s not a troublemaker and she’s not rubbing off on me!  She lashed out because she’s scared!”

“Don’t tell me she didn’t talk you into this!”

“She didn’t!”  It was not a lie in the big picture of things.  “I wanted her.  I’m the one who started it.”

“Emily.”  She had that tone, the one that demanded a denial of what was so obviously a lie.  Emily hated it.

“Don’t tell me I’m not telling the truth!  She’s straight!  I’m the one who couldn’t keep my hands to myself, and you can’t blame her for this because she was willing to roll with it.”

There were lots of ways to blame Emma for this, but she wasn’t going to throw her to the wolves, not when she knew what her family was like.

“You don’t have to defend her.  If she convinced you to experiment, I’m not going to punish you for it.  But if you lie to me…  I know you’re not the kind of girl to fall in bed with anyone who asks, not with someone you hardly know.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How do you know what kind of girl I am?”  Emily hadn’t thought she could get this angry, but she was trying to tell the truth, and her mom wouldn’t believe her.  “You don’t spend any time with me.  Is that who you want to be?  I’ve only known Emma for two weeks, but she likes me, and I like her, and how else am I supposed to be with anyone?  You always drag me away from my friends, you pushed me until I’m years ahead of my age group so no one in my grade thinks I’m anything but a kid.  Sometimes all I want to do is be normal, mom!”

“This is normal?”

 “Emma’s normal!  She’s real!  And yeah, she has problems; she isn’t perfect.  But she’s not a fantasy!  She’s warm, and alive, and intense and she likes me, and I can finally check that off the list!  I don’t have the chance to check a lot of things off, thanks to you, and this is better than that.  She’s my friend, and I care about her, and I’ve gotten to know her family and you can’t tell her father, because there’s no way he’ll understand, and he’ll hurt her.”  She looked away, looking at her hand, still ghosting with the memory of how it felt to connect with her face.  “I’ve hurt her, and I can’t be the one who gets her hurt again.”

“He’s not going to hurt his own daughter!”

“He broke her nose!  He might be your friend, but his kids are terrified of him.  This isn’t bad.  There’s nothing bad going on.”  Emily didn’t want to cry, but it was really hard not to. 

“Nothing bad is going on?”  Her mother sounded harshly incredulous.

“She’s my girlfriend.  We were making out.”

“That wasn’t what I saw.”

Emily would deny until the ends of the earth.  “We were just kissing.  Nothing else happened.”  What might have happened if she had waited fifteen minutes to walk in was not something Emily felt it necessary to mention.  “Please don’t tell.”

Elizabeth stared at her, still thrown, but starting to be convinced.  There were some perks to being the good kid.  “You honestly think he would… overreact.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you like they are of their father.  You’ve done things to me, forced me home, made me stop seeing certain people, but I’ve always believed that you thought it was to keep me safe.  He isn’t like you.  Don’t try to protect me by letting her get hurt.”

“You care about her.”

“She’s my friend.”  And that was more important than anything, in a way.

Elizabeth sighed.  “I just… I didn’t expect this.  But I suppose it’s better that it’s not a boy.”

Emily gaped.  She hadn’t expected that.

“But you know I’d never let you have a boy up here alone.”

Emily hadn’t actually known this.  She had always had boys for friends, and they had always been allowed to be up in her room.

“I can't allow you to be alone in anyone’s hotel room with her.”  Emily closed her mouth and did not mention the night they had kicked Cordelia out and she had slid her fingers up the inside of Emma’s thigh, utterly appreciative of her short silky nightdress.  “And I’m going to have to ask you to be honest.  I can’t police this, but I will be keeping as close an eye on you as I can manage.”

“I understand,” Emily said awkwardly.  “But… why is it a problem if we, uh…”

Elizabeth arched a sarcastic eyebrow.  “Because I can’t be a party to this.  If I know about it and allow it to go on, then I am obligated to tell her father.  If I’ve made an attempt to nip it in the bud, and he still finds out, he cannot blame me for letting my child debauch his daughter.”

Emily felt herself start to turn red and wished desperately that it wouldn’t show.

“Whether she started it, or you, you’re older and you have to be responsible.  Be appropriate in public.  Most of the people in this hotel are linked to the conference, and most of them know who you are, so, unless you want Winston to find out from some other source, be discreet.  And,” Elizabeth sighed.  “When we get back to Italy, I’ll introduce you to some of my friends’ sons.  You’re almost sixteen.  I suppose it is understandable that you are going to want to have some experience.”

Emily bit the inside of her lip and firmly did not ask about whether getting head in the back of a Camaro was experience enough.

When she ducked back into the other room, Emma was dressed, and balled up on the edge of the bed.  She looked over when the door opened and the tears tracks were visible on her face.  Emily gave her an awkward thumbs-up.  Emma still looked desperate and eyed it, uncomprehending.  Emily quickly strode over to her and bent, cupping her face.  “She’s not going to tell.”

Slowly, Emma breathed.  Emily pressed a rough impulsive kiss to her half parted lips.  If they weren’t allowed to be alone in hotel rooms anymore, they’d better start getting used to making out in public.  Emma kissed her back, hooking her arms around her neck and pulling her off balance so they tumbled onto the bed.

Emily’s mother coughed pointedly.

“I have to go back to the conference,” she said.  “And I am not starting this off by leaving you in here to pick up where I interrupted.  So please accompany me into the hallway, and then may I suggest the game room and the healthful entertainment of… table tennis?”

Emma grinned lasciviously from under her, and Emily just shook her head.

“Honestly,” she hissed, trying to keep her voice below the level her mother could hear it at.  “I know you have a dirty mind, but table tennis?”

Emma laughed.  “I just want to see if you suck as much at that as you do at real tennis.”

Emily scowled and planted a not entirely inadvertent elbow in her stomach as she got to her feet.

Part 14

Comments

[mayireadtoday.livejournal.com]

Emily was awesome in this chapter. I definitely see the woman she'll (soon) become in this.

Really interesting: “I’ve never been afraid of you like they are of their father. You’ve done things to me, forced me home, made me stop seeing certain people, but I’ve always believed that you thought it was to keep me safe."

I want this Emma and this Emily to be together forever.

[scoutnabout.livejournal.com]

Wow, the first realish conversation with Emily's mother and she actually (kinda) listens.

[mauders.livejournal.com]

I loved the way Emma instantly bit back with a blackmail attempt on Emily's mother. Poor Emma always branded the trouble maker. Though usually with good cause.

Loving the frequent updates.

[frogscookie.livejournal.com]

Yay for updates. i hope the rugby went well. i loved emily defending emma in this and of course emma's blackmail attempt. I liked Elizabeth telling emily she was the oldest so she is the one doing the corrupting and the line about introducing her to her frinds sons was eww but real if that makes sense. anway thank you for writing these.
Take care

[quick-as-zoe.livejournal.com]

I just read the last few updates, awesome, I loved them. I especially liked Emily's confrontation with her mother.

[theatrekid510.livejournal.com]

i know this may seem lame, but i actually cried while reading this part....oh on having parents find out about you and not believing etc....

thank you for writing. every update makes me happier!