George felt violated.
Surely this must be some sort of alternate universe because back in his own universe Emma would have never won a wager. He was always right and she was always wrong. So he must be in another universe if Emma was suddenly right all of a sudden. He was so sure that Frank was only interested in Emma – well not completely but his mouth occasionally runs ahead of him when he's talking to Emma – while Emma kept denying it. If he won Emma would have to do his laundry, but if Emma won he would have to pose for another nude drawing. At least Emma was not completely right, Emma had thought Frank had an interest in Harriet, instead it turned out that Frank was very interested in Jane, but still she had won the wager and that went against the laws of physics in Highbury!
So now here he was laying naked on Emma's bed feeling very uncomfortable and rather violated.
"Could you please relax, George?" Emma snapped as she threw her sketchbook and pencil down. "Your muscles are far too tense and you look constipated."
"This is ridiculous!" George shouted. "It's not like I wanted to do this in the first place. I feel uncomfortable and...Well...I feel naked."
"That," Emma said dryly, "is because you are naked."
"I know that! But I don't like it! Last time I was naked before you I had hoards of giggling women and smirking men drawing me as well and that was the most uncomfortable moment of my life. So why are you forcing me to do this?"
"Well," Emma smirked, "I have never done a load of laundry in my life and yet you were going to force me to do yours. Do you think I want to handle your boxers?"
"It's not the same! I'm not asking you to do my laundry naked!"
"Will it make you feel more comfortable if I was?"
"W-w-w-w-what?" he stuttered.
The idea of Emma made him more uncomfortable at a different level. He had to think about something else to keep himself from having a very obvious physical reaction to the idea of Emma being naked. It would just ruin his friendship with Emma if she saw him with an erection over the idea of her being naked. Stop it, he thought to himself, think about something else, something revolting, something that is not Emma, think about...Miss Bates naked...now that is disturbing...
"I said would you feel more comfortable if I was naked as well," Emma said. She was staring at him oddly. As if she knew exactly what he was thinking. Then again she usually knew what he was thinking. The only times she didn't was when he was thinking about her. Right now he has a strong feeling that she just knew exactly what was on his mind. "Ok," she said.
"Ok, what?"
He was suddenly blinded by a t-shirt that Emma had been wearing seconds ago. He pulled it off his head in time to see Emma shimmy out of her skirt and knickers. Her bra was already on the floor.
"Emma!"
She flipped her hair back and stood up proudly. "I'm only trying to make you feel more comfortable," she said. He was pretty sure she was just lying. She always enjoyed making him feel uncomfortable and he was certainly uncomfortable now. "You can't tell me that you don't enjoy it."
He certainly did but it still made things awkward and he wasn't sure if their friendship would ever be the same again. He felt warm soft lips pressed against his. He moaned when they left them and Emma smirked as she stepped away from him. He didn't even know when she got so close to him.
"If you let me draw you I promise there'll be a lot more of that," Emma purred.
Yes their friendship will never be the same again.
And the whole of Highbury will know by dinner time after Miss Bates burst in with the happy news about Jane and Frank only to find a very naked George and a very naked Emma making out on Emma's bed and the nude drawing completed left on the floor.