Emily had been trying to avoid being home alone with Ms. Marin… it's not that she didn't like Hanna's mom. It was quite the opposite. She couldn't get enough of those stolen sideways glances when Ashley Marin would wake up late and had to run back and forth between the kitchen and her room, unable to decide between making herself a cup of coffee and getting ready. It was then that she started seeing her as more than just Hanna's mom and just started seeing her as Ashley… or Ms. Marin during some of her very hot but very, very wrong fantasies about the gorgeous red haired woman in the tight fitting business suits. Ms. Marin was so different from the girls she had tried to date… maybe it was because Emily saw them as just girls, inconsequential and no longer worth her time… not when she knew what a real woman looked like. She didn't feel the same rush with Samara anymore… not after she realized that just watching Ms. Marin walk into a room, across a room or even bend down to retrieve the mail that fell into the slot at the front door would turn her on. She couldn't stop her eyes from travelling down Ashley's body… especially when she was wearing that sexy little slip she liked to call a pajama. It would drive her wild. But tonight, the lights were out at the Marin residence and she was sure that she could spend some time alone, without the sexual frustration that came along whenever Ashley Marin was in the same room.
She shifts her Rosewood High gym bag from one shoulder to the other before taking a deep breath and opening the front door with her house key. As she steps inside she feels relief and disappointment at the fact that she's completely alone. She sets her gym bag down and heads on over to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Emily stops in her tracks because there is a soft glow coming from candles placed strategically around the countertops and Ashley Marin is pouring herself a glass of red wine while wearing a shimmering silk blue robe that stops mid-thigh. Her mouth instantly goes dry. "Oh, hi. I didn't realize that you'd be home tonight." Ms. Marin tells her as she licks her lips and looks down at Emily's body without hiding the fact that she's checking her out. "I… uhh… yeah… coach let us out early." Ms. Marin doesn't respond, she just nods and takes a sip of her wine. "I know I shouldn't really let you do this… but just this once, would you like to join me?" She asks as she picks the bottle of wine up and sloshes the liquid around. Emily doesn't know if she'll be able to answer with a simple yes so she just nods and swallows as Ashley's robe slips open a little bit more and she can see that Ms. Marin isn't wearing a bra. Her head fogs up and she has to lean against the kitchen island in order to steady herself. Ms. Marin huffs before trying to reach the wine glass. Without her heels she's about Emily's height and can't quite get it off the shelf. She's on the tips of her toes and her robe is riding too high for Emily to just stand around and do nothing about it. She rushes forward before she can think about the consequences and grips Ms. Marin just below the flimsy silk belt that's two seconds away from unraveling on its own accord and grabs her hand with the other. "I changed my mind… I don't really think I should be drinking right now." Emily whispers into Ashley's ear. She feels the older woman shudder against her before she turns around. "And why is that? Afraid of breaking a couple of rules?" She taunts her and Emily's body can't help but react, she lunges forward and presses her lips against Ashley's. When Ms. Marin groans into the kiss she opportunistically pushes her tongue in Ashley's mouth as she loosens the knot on the belt and feels the warm skin beneath her hands, cold from being outside… from all the blood in her body rushing down in anticipation for this.
After a couple of minutes Ashley Marin stops gripping onto Emily's tracksuit so tightly and tries to be the voice of reason, pushing the younger woman a couple of inches away from her. "I… I'm sorry Emily… I don't think I can… I shouldn't really let you do this..." Emily licks her lips, still tasting the wine and Ms. Marin's lipstick on herself. "It's just this once right? Nobody has to know." Emily throws Ms. Marin's words back at her before her hands slide down to cup at the older woman's backside, easily lifting her off the ground and on top of the white glossy surface of the counter. Her robe slides off her body, giving Emily easy access to the red head's breasts. She gently scrapes her teeth against a nipple as she presses herself in between Ms. Marin's legs, releasing a groan. Ashley Marin's head tilts backwards and presses against the cabinet, rattling the glasses behind her but she doesn't care. She grabs a hold of Emily's hair and pulls hard on it, encouraging her to keep on going. "Emily…" She moans as Emily's fingers gently ghost over her thighs.
They're so wrapped up in each other that they don't hear the front door open and close. But they do hear a thump and a loud curse. They both stop and stare at each other. "Mom when did you start going to the gym again and why didn't you warn me? I nearly died here." Hanna angrily huffs as she kicks the offending bag to the side and rolls her eyes. "Shit." They both whisper at the same time as Ashley jumps off the counter and scrambles to get her robe back on before Hanna makes her way into the kitchen. Emily tries to fix her hair and rumpled clothes as she starts blowing a couple of candles off. "God mom why is it so dark here? Would it kill you to turn on a couple of lights? I'm sure you can handle the electric bill." Hanna says as she enters the kitchen and opens the fridge. "There's like nothing to eat here. When was the last time you went grocery shopping?" She complains as she shuts the fridge and turns over to face her mom, she takes a step back, surprised to see Emily in her kitchen. "Emily!" Hanna shouts as she wraps her friend in a tight hug. "I can't believe your mom totally lied to me when I stopped by earlier and asked her if you were coming over this weekend." Emily hugs her friend back and shrugs her shoulders at Ashley who looks just as confused and relieved as she does. "Yeah… I haven't stopped by my place yet." Hanna smiles and lets her friend go. "But you stopped by here? It's just as boring." Ms. Marin is about to protest when Hanna rolls her eyes. "Sorry mom, you're like cool or whatever but you're still a mom. Like seriously… what were your big Friday night plans? Listen to NPR while taking a bubble bath and drinking wine?" Hanna looks over at her mom and makes a face showing her disapproval of this imaginary evening. "Woah, or maybe not, why are you wearing your hoochie robe, are you expecting a gentleman caller?" Hanna says jokingly and when her mom blushes she laughs. "Oh shit did we like totally cockblock you?" Ms. Marin's blush deepens but it doesn't stop her from admonishing her daughter. "Hanna, please. We have company."
This only makes her daughter laugh even harder. "Whatever mom, it's just Emily." When Hanna looks over at her friend she scrunches her face up in confusion. "Em what's up with the four year old getup? I thought you were like Amish now. Shouldn't you be wearing your UPenn sweats instead of those ratty Sharks ones?" Emily blushes. "Umm… yeah… well I… funny story how I forgot those in my locker so I just picked these up from home." Hanna nods. "So you want to go get something to—" She stops talking mid-sentence and looks at Emily, then back at her mom who is leaning up against the counter, guiltily looking at the floor and then at the things behind Emily. "Wait but your mom said you—" The two other women in the room cringe as they see Hanna slowly work through the lies and start piecing everything together. The weekends when Emily would come home but her mother never knew about it until Hanna bumped into her at the super market and let it slip that they were going to do something together in town. The fact that Emily was offered various scholarships to universities all over the country but in the end she chose to stay close to home, claiming that she would miss her family too much. The way Emily would always be walking around Hanna's house wearing her old Rosewood Sharks athletic gear but didn't seem to care what she was wearing whenever they went off to the gym together at Hanna's insistence because she thought her friend needed to meet another jock like her. And finally how reluctant her mom had been whenever she tried to set her up with guys she was sure she'd hit it off with.
"Oh my god no!" Hanna screams as she points from her friend to her mom and back again. "You… You lesbian Lolita you!" Hanna shouts as she hits Emily with her oversized purse. Emily tries to deflect the blows as Ms. Marin winces and downs the rest of her glass of wine. "Hanna…" She tries to interject and Hanna stops and gapes at her friend and back at her mother again. "And god mom, the kitchen. Really? Like I eat here too you know. How totally unhygienic!" Ashley Marin is about to say something but Hanna holds. a hand up to stop her. "No. No, no, no, no… you need to go up to your room and put something else on… maybe a parka… and then we will talk about this like the adults we're going to pretend we are because you are sooo not open for business with Emily." Hanna says and Ashley nods as she rushes past her daughter, completely mortified at her finding out about this.
"And you… you seductress!" Hanna says accusingly at her best friend. "I can't believe you went all Stacy's mom on my mom!" She hits Emily with her purse again before dramatically sliding to the floor. "I… oh god now I regret every time I called you a motherfucker when I got mad at you." Hanna says, clutching at her purse as she stares at the refrigerator, too afraid to look anywhere else. "Clearly I blame myself for not noticing sooner… I mean I even saw that film on suspicious behavior and warning signs of teenagers and drugs in my sociology 101 class… or maybe it was biology?" Hanna shakes her head. "Actually, now that I think about it... it might not have been my class at all…" Before Hanna can figure out in which one of her classes she saw that film in Ms. Marin comes back and sighs as she kneels down in front of her daughter. "Honey do you want some wine before we talk?" Hanna nods pathetically and before Ashley can reach for a glass Emily just hands her friend the whole bottle. Hanna takes a swig and starts fanning her armpits with her empty hand. "God we haven't even started this interrogation and I'm already sweating in really uncomfortable places." She complains as she gulps down another mouthful of wine and sighs. "Okay. Come on. Let's get this over with because I need to know how much money I'm going to need for my new therapy fund before I permanently lock myself in my room and listen to every Bjork song ever made." When Emily stares at her, completely confused and waiting for an explanation Hanna takes another drink before she further elaborates. "Duhh, because I can't listen to sad songs since this isn't a break up. And whenever I hear her singing in her ikea language or whatever, it totally makes me feel grounded… and maybe a little confused… but with more clarity and total zinc." Emily is about to correct her when Ashley shakes her head, telling her that in the grand scheme of things this is something that they should just let go because the night was about to get even worse than Hanna's understanding of Buddhist concepts and pop music.
Author's Note: This was mostly just posted on my tumblr, but I enjoy this story way too much to keep it there. So you're welcome, three other people that ship this along with me.