PART 1/2

Emily tossed and turned. She lay on her side. Her other side. Her back. It didn't matter, she couldn't sleep in this place. Her body was constantly tense. She didn't know what the hell to expect next. Mona was alive. Was she involved or just another of Charles? And speaking of Charles, who the hell was Charles and what did he want?

Her brain was churning these and other thoughts over and over. She couldn't even think logically, being so exhausted. And when her eyes finally began to feel heavy and her body was forced to relax somewhat, god knows what time it was, there was a creaking that made her body tense right back up again.

She sat up quickly, squinting in the dark. A sliver of light crept in under the door. It was enough to barely see a figure, dressed in black. She felt her mouth go dry. Charles? Was this it, the moment it had all led to? Was she about to die?

The figure moved closer and all she could do was back up further on the bed. No way out. She tried to see better in the dark… was A a girl? No, she thought, it must be a trick of the lack of light.

"What do you want?" she managed to squeak out, her voice higher than she would have liked.

A gloved hand moved over her shoulder to switch on the lamp beside the bed.

Emily's eyes hurt as they adjusted to the sudden light but finally, she was able to look at the figure before her.

"Cece," she breathed, "No way."

Cece, clad in the black hoodie, smiled, "Long time, no see, Em."

"You're…A," Emily couldn't believe it.

Cece sat on the bed on her knee's, "Yep," she shrugged.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" Emily tried to keep the fear out of her voice.

Cece tilted her head, "You were always my favourite," she smiled, "I missed you the most."

Emily frowned, recognising those words all too well.

Cece rolled her eyes, "Really though, I did," she moved a hand to Emily's face, a gloved finger stroking her cheek, "I always regretted never…" her eyes flicked down Emily's body.

Emily's mind was reeling and her eyes flitted over to the door. Her mind was screaming at her to run, move, do something but her body wouldn't move.

"Come on, I know you thought it too," Cece smirked, well aware that Emily hadn't moved away from her hand on her cheek. She took the chance to move closer to the younger woman.

"You're… A," Emily repeated, still not really believing it, "Why?"

Cece leant her mouth close to Emily's ear, "After," she whispered.

Emily blinked, "After what?"

"I'll tell you after," Cece murmured.

"After…?"

Cece chuckled, "So innocent."

She moved quickly. She pinned the younger woman below her and pushed her lips fiercely to Emily's. Emily's eyes were wide in surprise and she felt Cece's hand on her waist. Her mind could hardly comprehend the situation. A was Cece Drake? A was kissing her?

Cece pulled away, licking her smiling lips. She tilted her head.

"Don't tell me you never thought about it," she said knowingly.

Emily's mind couldn't comprehend the situation. Her body on the other hand was taking in everything. That smile. Those sparkling, mischievous eyes. Damn, even the way she wore that black hoodie, something she didn't think she would ever find attractive. Her smell. And it was all intoxicating. And Cece knew it. She leant close to Emily's ear again.

"Don't fight it, Em," she whispered, nipping her ear gently before she traced her lips over Emily's jaw. One hand held down Emily's wrist, scratching it firmly with her manicured nails. The other was pushing up Emily's shirt as her lips continued to attack the younger woman's neck. She bit and nipped and sucked until finally, she heard Emily give in and let out a long moan.

She pulled back and grinned.

"Knew it."

Cece thrust a knee between Emily's legs. Emily threw her head back in pleasure.

Cece smirked, "How does it feel?" she asked, eyes dark.

Emily clenched her jaw, holding back another moan, "What?"

Cece moved her face closer to Emily's, looking her in the eye, "Being fucked by A," a slow smile spread over her lips. She paused, before driving her knee hard against Emily's crotch.

Emily groaned.

"That's not an answer," Cece growled, thrusting her knee hard again.

She began sucking on Emily's neck again as her hands dragged over her stomach. She hooked her thumbs into Emily's tracksuit pants and pulled them off. Emily moved her legs out of them, kicking them aside. Cece laughed.

"You still haven't answered," Cece quirked an eyebrow.

Emily felt her mouth go dry, "I…uh…"

Cece rolled her eyes, "Say it," she demanded, taking the glove off one hand and running it teasingly over Emily's underwear, feeling the wetness seeping through.

"Good," Emily gasped, "It feels good."

Cece grinned, "What feels good?" she asked innocently.

Emily moaned again, "This… this feels good."

"No, no," Cece shook her head, "I mean, what's happening now?" she paused, waiting for Emily to get it and continued, "You're being…"

"Fucked by A," Emily realised in a whisper.

Cece grinned, "That's right," she whispered, squeezing Emily's breast under her singlet, "Good girl."

Emily shivered and obligingly put her arms up as Cece pulled her singlet off over them.

"God, you're hot," Cece ran her fingers over Emily's shoulders and back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall away.

"You too," Emily managed to get out.

Cece smiled, "Even in the hoodie?"

Emily stammered for a moment before replying, "Especially in the hoodie."

Cece laughed, "Is that right?"

Emily nodded, "It suits you," she smiled, "God, I never thought I'd say that to A," she muttered.

Cece smirked, "Bet you never thought you'd let A do this either," she pressed her lips to Emily's, not waiting long before forcing her tongue into Emily's mouth. Finally she broke away, "Or this," she delved her gloved hand into Emily's underwear.

Emily was shocked at how good the material felt against her. She felt Cece flick her clit and her back arched as she groaned in pleasure. She sat up slightly when she felt Cece switch to her bare hand, missing the harsh touch of the glove.

"I just want to feel how wet you are," she purred into Emily's ear, running her fingers through her wetness, "You are very…very wet," she murmured.

"Uh-huh," Emily breathed, nodding weakly.

Cece ran a hand through Emily's hair, "My pretty little doll," she whispered possessively.

Emily had never liked the idea of being anyone's doll but the way Cece's voice made it sound so… sexy.

"Yes," she whispered, attaching her lips to Cece's neck.

"Good girl," Cece ran a hand through her hair, "But I'll get my turn," she pushed Emily down onto her back, "You just lay back and let me play."

Emily gulped, nodding wordlessly.

Cece grinned, lowering her mouth to Emily's nipple and biting it gently, happy with the gasp that sounded from above her. She sucked it into her mouth and swivelled her around it slowly. She could feel Emily's body shaking below her. She squeezed the other breast, before moving her lips to it and repeating the same action. She traced her lips down Emily's stomach and re-inserted her hand into Emily's underwear.

Emily gasped.

"God, I didn't think you could get any wetter," Cece smirked, "Guess I was wrong."

Emily's hips bucked off the bed into Cece's hand. Cece chuckled and continued teasing Emily's entrance with her fingers.

"Please," Emily gasped desperately.

Cece smiled, "Please what?" she tilted her head.

Emily closed her eyes, "Fuck me."

Cece pinched the younger woman's clit hard, making her yelp, "Open your eyes. And use your manners."

Emily opened her eyes, "Please fuck me," she whispered.

Cece grinned, "I always take care of my dolls… but I only take care of you like this," she said, suddenly thrusting her fingers inside Emily. She felt her walls clench around them hard and knew the other woman wasn't going to last long. She pumped them slowly at first before speeding up. Her thumb flicked Emily's clit and she had the girl bucking into her hand.

Emily's hands dug into the sheets she lay on. A guttural sound emanated from her throat before she moaned loudly.

"Cece," she gasped.

Cece nipped her ear playfully, "You do know you're all mine, don't you?" she murmured.

Emily fought another moan, "Yes," her breathing was laboured.

"Good," Cece whispered, "Now come for me."

And just like that she did. Emily's body shuddered out it's orgasm and Cece licked her fingers clean slowly, watching the brunette unravel beneath her. Finally, her body stopped shaking and she crashed back onto the mattress, breathing heavily.

Cece smiled, kissing her cheek, "Guess it's my turn."