Sweet Talk 101 part 3

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Title: Sweet Talk 101 (3/4)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds, with a slight Glee (or at least Ryan Murphy) fusion.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Emma/Sebastian, Emily/JJ, Emma/Emily
Word Count: 5677 (the whole thing will probably end up about um... 17,000)
Apologies:  So, someone asked for New Years fic, and someone else complained about the lack of smut in Fake Empire (which is PG-13 for a reason!  Small children!)  and then I was reading the Glee big bangs.  And... this happened.  Yeah, I got hit by a nasty cold, so I've been awol.  But comment, please!  I work harder when you do.  And this chapter got long.

Summary: Emma Frost doesn't like to lose.  But the new girl, Emily Prentiss, might be a little more difficult to win over than she expected.  A bet with Sebastian putting her ass on the line, literally, Emma will pull out all the stops to get what she wants, visual evidence included.

Disclaimer: Not my girls, not my premise, props to lady_a13 for the fic "Your Song" that provided the inspiration, and apologies to Cute is What We Aim For, who provided the tone, and the mood music, and the title. 

 

 

You have a jump in your step

But a rip in your,

A rip in your rep

And everybody knows it

So be sure to be proud

And don't forget you aren't allowed to brag

 

 

 

 

 

“I am so close to winning this bet,” Emma said, grinning evilly at Sebastian.

“Oh really?”

“She spread her legs for me last night, but I didn’t touch.  I just let her show me.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.  “Sounds sort of juvenile to me.”

Emma snorted.  “She didn’t just show me her girl-parts.  I got to see her come.”

“You’ve got proof?”  He grinned.  “Remember.  I want visual verification.”

Emma waved him away.  “We were outside. But tonight- tonight is going to be awesome.”

*            *            *

Emily hadn’t realized she was stupid, but it was really becoming more and more apparent.  Had she really told Emma to ask her ‘tomorrow’ whether she wanted to have sex?  That was seriously not maintaining a strong defense.

She needed a way to make sure Emma couldn’t find her.  She had a friend who lived nearby, studying at Harvard, and she drove to Cambridge to see him.  Spencer, still in his pajamas at one PM greeted her with a pleased hug.  They ordered pizza for lunch and spent the afternoon lounging on the couch and watching Stargate.

At 8 PM her cell phone rang, and forgetting that she was supposed to be careful, Emily picked it up.

“How did you get this number?”

“You know I’m stalking you.  Why are you surprised?”

Emily sighed.  “I really don’t know.”

“This is my address,” Emma said, and Emily’s phone beeped as a text message came though.  “Come over.  I’m…”  She heard, rather than saw the smile.  “I’m ready for you.”

Spencer looked at her, eyes worried.  “Was that her?”

“Yeah.”  Emily closed the phone and looked at it. 

“Why didn’t you tell her no?”

Emily thought she ought to be wondering that herself.  But she wasn’t.  What had happened that night had been confusing as hell, but it had been exhilarating too.  Running from the police was definitely part of it, right on the heels of a spitting hissing fight, and Emma’s dirty mouth had whispered so many things in her ear.  And then she had kissed her, god knew why, and it hadn’t been anything like she thought it would be, no aggression, no battle for dominance, no attempt to force her into something she didn’t want and wasn’t ready for.

 “To be honest?” She looked up, sliding her fingers into her hair.  “She lets me be in control.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow.  “Didn’t you say this was the girl who’s been trying to pressure you into sex, using blackmail, and gossip, and possibly drugs, for over a week?”

“I kind of did something I shouldn’t have last night.”  But the thought of it made her smile.  They hadn’t talked afterwards.  When they were recovered enough, the sirens had gone, and they dressed, and made their way down the ditch to grab their cars.  Emma had groped her ass before they split up, and that had been it.  “I know you’d think she’d be trying to push me around, or top me, but I touch her and she just… rolls over and opens up.”

“Yeah,” said Spencer, carefully.  “But how many people does she just roll over and open up for?”

“I’m not letting her touch me!” Emily snapped, feeling defensive.  “But I’m not a virgin, and I’m not a good girl.  And if this isn’t on my terms, I can walk away.  I’m not invested.”

Spencer looked conflicted.  He had liked JJ when he met her.  And maybe he thought she was rebounding.  Maybe she was.  When you get dumped you needed to find your power again, you needed to feel like it wasn’t your fault, you weren’t helpless, you were better than her.  And Emily knew she should feel guilty about the implosion.  She should have caught on sooner, not let it slip in the first place, cared more about what Jennifer was scared of.  But her parents would have found out sooner or later.  Emma and her bet were just the catalyst.  And maybe it was just a bet, but she couldn’t hate being wanted.

“Fine!  I’m rebounding!  But she’s a little bitch, and she wants me to whip her.  Do you seriously think I should pass this up?”

*            *            *

Emma never quite realized how turned on she would be to see Emily, totally normal Emily, dark jeans, an oxford shirt, black sweatshirt, holding a cane and standing over her, naked and chained to the bed.  It wasn’t like she couldn’t get out of the bonds.  They were just leather straps cut off of old belts, and buckled closed, but she’d have to focus on them, and she knew from experience that it was really hard to focus when someone was beating you with a thin bamboo rod.

“You’re really into this?”

“Put your fingers in my pussy and you’ll know how turned on I am.”

Emily frowned and knelt on the edge of the bed.  Her hand slid over the curve of Emma’s ass and slipped between her thighs.  Her fingers came back sticky.

“Oh.”  She wiped them awkwardly on her pants.

“You’re really hot with that in your hand.”

“What do you think you can manage?”

Emma shrugged, though it looked awkward and sort of idiotic with her hands chained above her head.  “I don’t know how you hit.  I did forty once, but I had to end it there because I was getting fucking bored, she couldn’t even raise a welt.  If you hit me hard… twenty?”

Emily’s cool hand caressed the small of her back.  “Twenty-five,” she said, and it wasn’t a suggestion.  Emma bit her lip and tried not to grind her hips into the mattress.

The first few were light, but she hadn’t done this for ages, and she was still a little shocked at each stroke.  Emily handled the cane well, placing the strokes carefully down her shoulders and over her ass and thighs, not crossing or overlapping, and once she had done eight strokes, and worked her way down her body, she spoke.  “That was the warm up.  Now we start.  Count them for me.”

The cane cracked down on Emma’s ass and she screamed, then gasped twice, gritting her teeth and wishing she could wipe away the tears that had squeezed from her eyes.  “One,” she managed.  The next one cut right on the juncture of her ass cheeks and thighs.  “Two.”

Each one was a vicious bite, leaving behind a raw aching burn, and Emma ground her hips into the mattress.  She didn’t even need it.  She came on ten, and sobbed on eleven.  And it just felt so much better, when the pain was real, when you knew the burn would fade and your body would heal.  It was so much better than the other kind.

Emma was limp on the bed, sobbing and broken, her ass and thighs swollen with welts, and Emily had only reached eighteen.  She reached out and touched her gently, and Emma flinched and then her face contorted in the pain.  Emily dropped the cane and went to the fridge in the corner.  There was a towel in the freezer and she pulled it out, enjoying the cold on her blistered palms.  Gently she spread it out over Emma’s ass, waiting for the cool towel to slow the blood and reduce the swelling.

“Why’d you stop?” Emma mumbled.  “’s only eighteen.”

Emily pushed her hair off her face and leaned in, brushing her lips against her cheek.  “Because you’re a stubborn little shit and you’d rather let me work you over until you need the hospital than use your safeword.”

“It’s not that bad.”  Emily squeezed her cheek and Emma let out something between a scream and a groan.

“I don’t think you’re up for a fucking tonight.”

Emma gave her an upset look.  “Are you going to go?”

Emily cupped her cheek.  “No.”

She unfastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and then helped Emma shuffle a little to the side and took off her boots, then her jeans and sweatshirt.  In just the oxford and her underwear she crawled into bed with Emma and put an arm around her.  Emma curled into her shoulder, and Emily could feel the traces of her tears against her skin.  She played gently with her hair and made soothing sounds until she heard Emma’s breathing change into the soft regularity of sleep, and let herself relax and sleep as well.

*            *            *

Emily snuck out of there around dawn.  Sleeping over did not count as revenge.  Cuddling really did not count as revenge!  But there were rules when you took a whip to someone, and you couldn’t break them.  You couldn’t let someone submit to you and then just walk away.

And Emma had been perfect.  Her skin, so icy pale, had been red, sometimes a vicious purple, the blood pooling right beneath the surface, when she was done.  Her body had shuddered with pleasure, and she had cried, deathly, desperately silent, and it had been all Emily could do to not crawl between her legs, and make her come until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

But that wasn’t part of the deal.  Emma would do something to make her hate her again soon.  She just had to hold on until then.

It was Sunday anyways.  She had to drive to Boston.  She had to go home.

*            *            *

Monday, Emma was still moving gingerly.  Emily saw her pausing by her locker, hand clenching the top of the metal door, pain clear on her face, and had to go over.

“You okay?”

Emma gave her a narrow look.  “I’m functional.  Walking is really not my favorite thing right now.”  She wiggled an eyebrow for emphasis.

Emily grinned.  She was teasing.  It couldn’t be that bad.  “Bet sitting’s worse.”

Emma fake-slapped her cheek.  “Don’t look so smug.  I know you can’t help it being pretty on your asshole face.”

Emily laughed and as she walked away turned the opposite direction in the hallway.  She met JJ’s cold gaze.

“Sleeping with her already?”

“Jay-”

“Don’t think I care.  I’m just glad that I found out you’re such a slut before I let you in my pants.”  She whirled and stormed off.

Emily whirled the other way.  “Hey,” she said, catching Emma’s arm.  “Do you want to hang out tonight?  No… planned erotic activities, just hang?”

Emma looked at her, shock clear on her face.  “Ah-”  She started to answer, and then wrinkled her nose.  “I can’t tonight.  Family dinner on Mondays.  Tomorrow?”

It should have been a reprieve, a chance to reconsider, but Emily didn’t want to.  “Yeah, tomorrow’s fine.”  Then she smiled.  “Family dinner?  You going to be able to sit still?”

Emma grinned.  “It just means that the torture is a little more literal than usual.”

Emily laughed, shaking her head and turning to go.

“Hey,” Emma called out after her.  Emily glanced back, inquiring.  “Don’t forget.  I’m still going to fuck you.”

“Well, it’s good to know it hasn’t slipped your mind,” Emily replied, flexing her fingers together.  “I hadn’t heard you say it for nearly 48 hours.”

“I’m trying the seduction route, asshole.”

“You mean you’ve given up on the irritate me into submission method?  But I was so enjoying that!”

*            *            *

It was a Tuesday night, and Emma was waiting for it to end with something awkward about homework, or possibly and abrupt stop in front of her apartment and an ejector seat.  Because it wasn’t a date, and Emma wasn’t entirely sure how not-a-dates were supposed to end.  To be entirely truthful, she wasn’t entirely certain how dates usually ended either.  When Sebastian had been involved they either ended with her shutting the door in his face and him yelling through the window about cockblocking him for a quarter of an hour afterwards, or they had ended with him passing out on the couch while she was giving him a blowjob.  When it had been the few weeks with Trevor they had usually ended with him blushing to his ears and trying to make a get away after she had seen his gentlemanly kiss at the door and then offered to raise the stakes.  Somehow, even after she had managed to drag him inside and to bed, they had still ended like that.  Emma had never quite gotten her head around the idea that a long kiss was supposed to be the end of something.

But after getting coffee and spending two hours wandering around the downtown, sitting on the edges of raised flowerbeds and talking (Emma was pretty sure that this was a deliberate attempt to keep her away from any situation that could be turned into a proposition.  But if she hadn’t been making an effort, it totally wouldn’t have worked.  Emily was wearing a leather jacket to go with her combat boots, and a public flowerbed was a perfect place to screw her brains out.) Emily had led her back to her car and driven out of town, pulling up outside a small wooden house with weed-growing flowerboxes lining the porch banister.  (It was a nice car, with great upholstery, and Emma really couldn’t understand why JJ hadn’t been honored to lose it in the backseat.  It was definitely a step up from unwashed stinky-boy sheets.)

“Um, do you want to come up?”  Then Emily grimaced.  “To watch TV, I mean, not, I mean it’s only,” she checked her watch.  “Nine…”

“Sure.”  Emma was distracted by the apartment itself.  When they got on the porch, it became apparent that it was a duplex, and Emily led her up a narrow staircase, and into a low-ceilinged kitchen.  It looked a little rustic and old, but it had hardwood floors, and the kitchen was huge in comparison to Emma’s.  Hers was a new apartment in a semi-high rise within walking distance of the school, and whoever designed it had apparently believed that kitchens didn’t need to be any bigger than bathrooms.  And it was probably a lot more expensive than this place too.  She even had an actual living room, as big as Emma’s whole apartment.  Emma peered around curiously, peeking into the bedroom, and then looking up as Emily pulled the door shut in front of her inquisiting nose.  There was a claw foot tub, with a hilarious metal apparatus that looked like it was supposed to be a shower rigged up to it, and there were enough things left out in her kitchen to make it look like she actually used it.  That was impressive.

There were photos on the fridge, and Emma took her time perusing them, ignoring Emily’s coughs of discomfort.  There were a few of people she didn’t recognize in various exotic locales, and then some more casual family pictures.  There were two people who looked like Emily’s parents, a couple groupings with them in it, one with Emily, one with a small baby.  There were two others with the baby.  One had Emily’s mom cuddling her happily, and the other had Emily holding the child with an awkward expression on her face.

“Your little sister?” Emma asked, laughing at the expression, and glanced over at Emily.

Emily was looking over her shoulder at the pictures, and when Emma spoke her eyes moved quickly to Emma’s face, and she almost flinched.  “Um, yeah,” she said, pasting a quick fake smile on her face.

Emma frowned.  “Not your little sister?”

Emily’s eyes widened.  But what?  Adopted?  A niece?  A-

“Your… daughter?” Emma asked with an amused eyebrow.

*            *            *

Emily felt like she was going to throw up.   Everything rose up in her stomach and blood drained from her face, and then she realized that Emma’s expression matched hers.  She had just been guessing.  She hadn’t known.  But now she did.

“You’re joking!  Oh my god!”  Emma spun, slapping a hand over her mouth like she was ready to be sick.  “Oh my god,” she mumbled into her hand.  Then she looked back, her expression twisted into something between horror and sympathy.  “Shit.”

“I- I didn’t-“ Emily tried to find some way to lie, but she couldn’t find her composure, couldn’t find the words.

“Christ!  It makes so much sense now!”  Emma’s eyes were bright and dangerous as she put all the evidence together.  “Your time off, your illness, you-“  And then her expression changed as her gaze hit Emily, her mouth twisting and then falling open, brow furrowed in puzzlement, and she just looked.  “You…?”

Emily swallowed hard, and tried to shrug casually.  “Shit happens.”

Emma’s shoulders dropped and she leaned back against the counter.  “You don't think I know that?”  She pressed her forehead into her hand.  “But still.  Shit.”

Emily moved to the fridge and fumbled around inside.  “Want a beer?”

“Yes, please.”

There was a dead silence as she cracked the tops off and handed one to Emma.  Emma was staring at her, as if it was still far more than she could comprehend.  And Emily didn’t know what she was supposed to say, didn’t know what she was supposed to do, now that this, the worst possible thing, had already happened.

“I don’t see her that often,” she said softly, finally, her mouth tensed and unhappy.  “My parents adopted her, and when I said I needed to get away and stay away, they let me.  She is my little sister now, sort of.  I go over and play on weekends, like a sister.”

Emma’s eyes were fixed on her, the beer forgotten and sweating in her hand.  “They just let you go?” she asked, her voice incredulous, but in a strangely personal way, as if she wanted to believe it, maybe wanted believe it could be true for her.  “They didn’t bawl you out for being an irresponsible little shit and disinherit you?  They didn’t throw you out?”

“I’m sure they thought about it.  But I needed help, and I asked for it.”  And Emily didn’t want to remember how it had felt, to not have any way to turn, any way to make a decision, any idea what she was supposed to do.  So she had just admitted everything.  “And they were so confused and so upset, more upset than I was really.  I thought I deserved it for being so stupid.”

Emma’s face was a blank page.  “They didn’t tell you to kill it?”

“I thought about it, they talked about it.  We were in Europe, so it would have been easy.  But maybe it would have been too easy.  I only knew that I wanted to be punished, feel punished, so I could remember it, and grow up.  But I didn't want to punish anyone else for my being a stupid teenager.”  She snorted.  “How fucked up do you think a kid would get with me as their parent?”

“Not as fucked up as me.”

Emily eyed her.  Did she mean that the kid wouldn’t be as fucked up as her, or that she could fuck up a kid worse?  She probably meant both.  Probably neither were true.

“Then I got sick.  I was fifteen, and my body really couldn’t take it, and it was a big mess.  I ended up in the hospital for a couple of months, but we both survived.  She went home before I did, and when I finally got out my parents… had changed.  It was the strangest thing ever.  They had been separated for years by then, and barely on speaking terms most of the time, but having a new baby, having that complete intensity and need to care for something besides themselves and their work had brought them back to a place in their relationship that I had never seen before.  And I also sort of knew that it would be worse if I were around.  If they didn’t have to see their shitty fucked up daughter trying to deal with this everyday, they could pretend not to know how the story turned out.”  Emily shook her head.  They had been happy, and she couldn’t be, not there, and she would have just brought everyone down, made her parents angry with her inconsistent uncontrollable emotions about that little girl.  There was so much hate, and anger, and despair, and it would all bubble up, until she wasn't sure if she could keep herself from lashing out at someone else, or violently at herself.  “I was still recovering and the doctor said warm climates and no school, so my parents let some friends of theirs take me around the world on their boat.  It was… exactly what I needed.  I got a chance to just let it all go, rebuild from scratch.”

And Emma’s eyes were wide and blue, and hurting.  “That's…” she shook her head.  “Really lucky.”

Emily blinked.  She had never thought of it in those terms.  The trip, the escape, had been a godsend, but in a way she had lucked out over and over again, with her parents helping her and not blaming her, with them taking responsibility when she couldn’t, with them letting her get out and take the opportunity to recover.

“Seriously though,” Emma was looking at her, up through her eyelashes, her head slightly tipped forward, hair falling in her face.  “After that, I’d never want to have sex again.”

And Emily’s breath caught in her chest.  How could she… she was looking at her, teasing, like it was nothing, like it was just something she could accept, could joke about.  She forced a smile.  “You?”  Then she shook her head.  “I also figured out that I liked girls that year.  I didn’t jump right in, but knowing that girls can’t knock you up was really a tension tamer.”

“Indeed,” Emma said, nodding sagely.  Her lips twisted and she ducked her head.  “I don’t want to interrogate you.  I figure you don’t talk about this a lot.”

Emily shook her head.  “I’ve never told anyone.  You guessed.”

“It would be around the school in seconds.”

“Are you going to tell?” Emily asked softly, and Emma looked at her.  She huffed air out her nose.

“No one would believe me.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Honestly, the best gossip of the year, and people would think I’d been abducted by aliens or something.”  She sidled forward and gave Emily a light elbow in the side.  “Do you want to- watch something?  Or I could film us having sex, but I thought I’d give you a second option.”

“Watching something sounds good.”

“Well.”  And Emma led the way to her living room, crashing in front of her movie collection, and starting to sort through it with many disapproving sounds.

Emily stood behind her and just watched, then she shook her head, and dropped to her knees beside her to help out.

*            *            *

If there was anyone who shouldn’t know about her secret, it was Emma.  She had already proven how careless and cruel she could be with secrets, and Emily didn’t have anything that was more important, more precious than this.  But knowing that there was no way to force Emma to keep it to herself was almost relaxing.  There was nothing she could do, and nothing she had to do.  She’d just wait.

But Emma was acting all wrong!  Why wasn’t she rejoicing in it?  She could use it against her so easily, threaten her, blackmail her.  Rape, in Sebastian’s definition, probably didn’t include recreational drugs or coercion.  It was only physical force against direct protests.  Emily looked at the girl sitting on her couch, watching Voyager, and wondered how many times Sebastian had ‘not raped’ her.

“Isn’t it weird how characters can be hotter than the actors who play them?”

Emily blinked, shaking herself out of her thoughts.  “Huh?”

“You know,” Emma gestured to the TV.  “Seven of Nine, hot.  Jeri Ryan, only so-so.”

Emily considered this.  “Kind of like you.”  Emma, objectively, was probably only a five or six.  Flat-chested, thin-lipped, a sort of prominent nose, and too skinny to really look like a grown woman.  But then she moved, or she looked at you, and she embodied sex.  She burned, with anger, amusement, cruelty.  She was unpredictable and underhanded and unflinchingly honest at the same time.  She didn’t lie.  She destroyed lives for the fun of it, but she didn’t blackmail or threaten with any other goal in mind.  She was like a hurricane, descending on a beach town with no warning, wrecking indiscriminately, leaving devastation in her wake.

“You think I’m like Seven?  Seriously?”

Emily laughed.  Emma was making a face and she couldn’t tell whether it was horrified or pleased.  She smiled, honestly, for the first time since her secret had been revealed.  “I don’t know.  Hot, blonde, complete lack of understanding of decent human behavior?  Sounds like you.”

Emma flipped her off.

*            *            *

It was past midnight, but Emma hadn’t tried to leave.  She hadn’t wanted to, and Emily hadn’t even suggested it.  They had turned the volume down to not wake the downstairs neighbors, and Emily had pulled her knees up, leaving her combat boots on the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs, sitting like she needed the comfort, but couldn’t reach out of herself to get it.

She didn’t look eighteen.  She looked maybe twelve, sitting like that, her chin resting on her knee, and it was suddenly completely impossible to imagine that she could have had a child, that that body could have carried one, gone through something like that.  But bodies were good at keeping secrets.  Emma, completely distracted from the television, stared at her, at her flat abs, the tight muscles on her arms, the memory of her bare legs, long, and taut and powerful.  Emily flexed her toes.  She was fucking beautiful, and Emma knew she’d never believe her if she told her she was jealous.

“Do you have stretch marks?”

Emily glanced over, wide eyed, and then laughed uncomfortably.  “Uh, why does it sound like the idea turns you on?”

Emma hadn’t thought about it, but it kind of really did.  She shrugged.  “It’s sort of different, isn’t it?  Your body… it’s not like anyone else’s I’ve fucked.”  She shifted closer and reached around, cupping Emily’s breasts.  They were warm and heavy in her hands.  Emily yelped.  Emma moved into her back, rubbing her hands into them, and then teasing, squeezing a nipple between forefinger and thumb.

“Hey!”  Emily beat her off.

“Is that why you have such great tits?”

“I just have awesome tits,” Emily stated, crossing her arms over her chest and scooting to the other end of the sofa.  “Please leave them alone.”

“You sure?”  Emma crawled into her lap.  “I kinda want to suck them,”

“Look,” Emily said, carefully removing her from her lap.  “I- I know I said I got back on the horse, and I still like sex, and I still have sex.  But… mostly I touch people.  I get sort of uncomfortable letting people touch me.”

Emma stared at her, and her lower lip started to pout.  “Seriously?”  This was the worst news ever.  “Oh, crap.  I’m going to get buttfucked, aren’t I?”

Emily’s wrinkled her nose.  “What were you thinking, letting that be on the line?”

“What else was there?  He’s already taken everything else.”  She felt stiff and sullen and a thousand miles away from Emily’s warm living room.  Why did she have to bring that up?  And it wasn’t fair, that Emily could keep this secret, could expect her to keep it, and have her sins locked away, expunged, when Emma would never, ever, have that chence.

“Do you… like him?”  Emily sounded like the idea was utterly impossible.  But she didn’t know him, not like Emma did.

Sometimes she thought he was beautiful, though she’d never tell him that, with his self-contained strength in his broad chest and his utter disdain for everything.  She wanted that.  She wanted to have the power to not care what people thought, to make enemies, and crush them.  She had wanted his power, and he had given her a taste, just enough to hook her, to make her want it more, and to know that it could never ever be hers.

 “Like him?”  Emma made a face.  “He’s…”  Then she shook her head.  “I don’t think there’s any way to sum him up that easily.  He’s Sebastian, and… he plays at being the nice guy.  He plays it with himself, I mean.  He thinks that everyone is better for taking what he wants to give them.  I’d despise him for that, except… if someone tries to defy him, tell him they don’t want what he has to give him, he’s ruthless.  So I respect him.”

Emily just looked at her.  “You respect him, because he doesn’t listen if you say no.  And he’s the one who told you you couldn’t rape me.”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t a hypocrite.”  Emma shook her head.  And she looked at Emily, at the way her eyes were open, seeing more than she wanted to tell, and luring her to say more than she ever wanted to admit.  ‘At least, this way,’ she wanted to say, ‘he’s giving me a chance, an opportunity to tell him no.  All I have to do is not listen when you say it.’  She smiled, moving close, breathing gently on her jaw, her tongue flickering out, just momentarily.  “But you know what would really piss him off?  If someone else got there first.”

Emily’s breath shuddered, as finally the teasing worked.  “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”

“I’d let you,” she said.  “It would be different if it were you.”

“I can’t,” Emily said softly.  “I can’t let you fuck me either.  I’m sorry.”

“Oh, whatever,” Emma sighed.  “It’s not like I haven’t had worse things done to me.”

She was pulling away, and Emily reached out and caught her chin, bringing it back up.  “I really-“

“Don’t say you’re sorry.  I don’t want your pity.”

Emily laughed softly, “And I thought you were going to pity me.”  Emma blinked at her confused, why would she pity her?  And Emily leaned in and pressed their mouths together, firm and warm and chaste, and Emma didn’t – couldn’t bring herself to – make it anything else.

*            *            *

Emma woke up very comfortably pillowed on Emily’s breasts.  She knew she liked them, and burrowed deeper.  They were soft and firm and warm.  The only improvement she could think of would be if they were naked.

“Um,” said Emily.

Emma didn’t move.  “I like them.  I’m staying here.”

Apparently they had slept on the couch, fully clothed, which was vaguely disappointing, but she didn’t have a headache either, so there was no alcohol induced reason for her to not remember the sex.  They had just made out for a little, and then fallen asleep.  That was incredibly lame.

“I hate to break it to you, but we have school, in like, forty minutes.”

“You’re asking me to choose between breasts and school, and actually expect me to pick school?”

Emily chuckled, causing jiggling beneath her.  “Okay, you’re awake now.”  And rudely, she sat up, pushing Emma off.  Emma sat up as well, and winced when her ass hit the couch.  Emily noticed, and looked worried.  “Hey, how is your…”

Emma glared at her.  “My ass?  You beat it.  Say the word.”  Emily just smiled, and Emma shook her head.  “You want to look?”

“Yeah.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, and then dropped onto her stomach, hiking up her skirt, and Emily hissed.  She didn’t know how it looked, but from how it felt and that sound, it seemed pretty colorful.  “Have you been icing, like I told you?”

“Sex related injury,” Emma muttered into the couch cushion.  Treating sex related injuries was just a little much.

“Idiot.”

Emily thwapped her ass, and Emma yelped.  Then she got up, and Emma took the opportunity to catch a little more sleep, which worked until something freezing landed on her, and she yelped again.  “Seriously?”

“Just… take care of yourself.”

And those words felt more bitterly cold than the ice itself.

*            *            *

Emma couldn’t eat that day.  She watched Emily from across the lunchroom and wondered why ten yards felt so fucking far away.  It was still hard to sit and after lunch she stood by her locker and shifted awkwardly.  Maybe she should actually ice more.  Sebastian stared at her.  “You didn’t let her ass fuck you, did you?  Because you promised that to me.”

Emma scowled at him.  “No.  She caned me.”

Sebastian snorted.  “I’ve done that.  It’s foreplay.”

“That’s because you suck at it.  I’m fucking purple from the waist down.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”  Emma bit her lip and looked shifty again.  “It was… kind of amazing.  Eighteen strokes.”  Then she frowned.  “Well, twenty six if you count the warm up.”

“I want to see!”

“No fucking way!  That video is mine.  I could come seeing that every night.”

“Hey,” there was a light grope to her ass, which hurt like fire, and Emma yelped and turned into Emily who was grinning at her.  “You functioning okay?”

Emma breathed out, grinning back at her, a little shy.  “Within acceptable parameters.”

“Good.”

She walked away, and Emma watched her go, a look on her face that Sebastian was horrified by.  “You-  you’ve fallen for her!”

Emma gaped, staring at him.  “What?  No I haven’t!”

“And you’re being geeky with her!  You’re pathetic!”

Emma slapped him.  “Fuck off.”

“Oh no.  You’re falling apart Emma.”  Sebastian’s expression darkened.  There was a storm coming, and Emma clenched her locker, gritting her teeth to not show the fear on her face.  “The bet was to fuck her, not to make sweet lesbian love and give her pussy kisses.  I don’t want to watch that shit.  If it’s not fucking, you still lose.”  A cruel smile spread across his face.  “And I’m going to make sure you lose.”

*          *            *
Part 4

Comments

[tamoline.livejournal.com]

Can I just say that I really appreciate in what pretty shapes you break your characters? I'm fully aware it's a really weird thing to say, but when I design characters they tend to be defined by their weaknesses as much as their strengths, and you do such *interesting* things with the people in your stories that I would never think of.

Also I'm enjoying the story, but that's pretty much a given. :)

[atrumnoxnoctis.livejournal.com]

Sebastian, you bastard! Get the hell away from Emma! D:

God, the suspense! I was sad when the I reached the end because I still wanted to read more!

I love the various levels of evil that you endow certain characters with. It adds just that much more depth to the story as a whole, and it also sets up a factor of unpredictability. Sometimes you honestly don't know what's going on in an individual's mind until it actually happens.

Oh, and as for the drabbles, it will have to be delayed a little bit longer, unfortunately. I was in something of car "accident" my first day back in town, so I'll be busy going over info with the insurance people for the next couple of days. Many apologies!

Awesome chapter as always though!

[nike-ravus.livejournal.com]

Oh man! Don't sweat it, really, as long as you're okay.

Glad you liked the chapter!

[atrumnoxnoctis.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm fine, actually! I wasn't even in the car at the time. I just came back from the bookstore to find that my car had been backed up into. The front end was seriously damaged, and total cost of repair is around a thousand dollars or so! @_@ I'm trying to see if my insurance agent will help me lower that price a bit, but I'm seriously doubting it. It sucks being a poor, college student... *sighs*

I always enjoy your work! You're awesome! X3

[chakayoh.livejournal.com]

Damn, I hope they both get S! Can't wait for more. Love your stories and where you take your characters!

[flowerhammer.livejournal.com]

No happy ending this time, right?

It hurts me to write this but seriously, stop writing fanfic, work (more) on your book and send me a signed copy when it's done.

(Please.)

[nike-ravus.livejournal.com]

:D
It's great to have support! Don't worry, I'm hammering away at my book, made it through a complete revision, and now it is way too long. So I'm back at the beginning, tightening, and trying to make the first 3 chapters the best they can be. And writing query letters.

I will put you on the list!

[mayireadtoday.livejournal.com]

Fantastic paragraph: "Emma, objectively, was probably only a five or six. [...] She was like a hurricane, descending on a beach town with no warning, wrecking indiscriminately, leaving devastation in her wake."

[miyuve.livejournal.com]

Wow!! First you make my holidays by updating one of your amazing creations and now I come back after being tortured in the ER to find more great chapters to enjoy...If I knew you personally I would spoil you a lot (I tend to that with my friends, LOL)....

I like how even if the ending looks like it will be dark, it shows one of the many ways your characters are chapped: damaged but not broken, strong and detached even if to some they appear cruel or cold...What I mean is, we all know that Emma & Emily have had very cold upbringings, one with her parents cruel parents and the other with the staff her parents chose for her...

Any way, glad to read that your year was very productive and that your novel is finished, I hope it all goes well in the polishing touches!! Also, please let me know when it is published, I look forward to anything you write....

For now, I will so not enjoy my medication while I read "Till We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis and listen to two spanish songs that always make me think of Emma&Emily:

Te echo de menos (by Chayanne) and Alejate de mi (by Camila)...XD

[firelarc.livejournal.com]

I love this story. I agree with thse that have previously stated that you do wonderful things with your characters. I was suprised to no end to hear she had a child. It definetly adds a new bit of insigt into Emily. I am wondering why she can't stand to have others touch her. Sexual assualt? Either way I can't wait to see what lies in store for this story.

Oh and I saw in a previous post that you are writing a book. What's the name of the book? What's it about? If you don't mind me asking. I always enjoy your work and it would be awsome to actually read a book writen by you.