Not sure if this is going to be a one-shot, but I was listening to Heartbeat by Childish Gambino last night on repeat and this is what I came up with on a whim. You should check the song out if you don't already know it- it's dark and angsty and hot.
"Did you miss me?"
The ever so mysterious and devious young blonde wears a taunting smile as she asks the question in a sensual, low voice laced with desire and need.
"That depends," the tan skinned beauty asks as her eyes blatantly roam up and down Alison's scantily clad body. She's barely wearing clothes. Her lacy, red cheeky panties allow Emily a full view of her soft, tiny but round ass as she bends over while putting the set of dishes and silverware in the dishwasher. Emily glances at the counter and sees a discarded pair of raybans and a tie. "What happens if I say yes?"
"Does it matter?" Alison replies as she closes the dishwasher, stands up and faces Emily with lust swirling in her rich, deep blue eyes. She pulls her-no, Emily, realizes it's his- flimsy white tshirt off and stands there in nothing but her panties. "We both know why you're really here."
"Because he's not," Emily says simply, holding an even stare as the blonde leans forward and reaches out to pull the brunette by her shirt closer to her. Emily feels a tingling sensation as Alison's hands run up and down her body. The blonde bites her lip and Emily watches as she grabs her hands and places them on her chest. Alison's eyes flutter shut and she gasps lightly at the sensation of Emily's hands on her body.
"Remember when we had morals?" Emily asks bluntly but lets her hands fondle Alison's breasts, her thumbs running over her nipples.
"That was then," Alison says between little gasps. She opens her eyes and looks straight into Emily's. "This is now."
She leans up and crashes her lips against the brunette's and Emily has never felt someone kiss her so urgently, as if it would be the last time. Alison moans loudly as Emily's hands reach down and cup her ass, squeezing. She locks her arms around Emily's neck and jumps up and wraps her legs around the brunette who wastes no time in slamming her against the fridge.
Alison groans in pleasure mixed with pain. There's going to be a bruise she can't explain later.
"I didn't actually think you'd come," Ali pants as Emily's lips move from hers down to her neck and nip and scrape. "-don't you dare leave a mark."
She grinds her center against Emily's tummy and the brunette feels her head grow dizzy with pleasure overload.
"I didn't think you'd answer my text," Emily replies as she lowers the blonde slightly and Alison drops her legs down, standing up.
"Well," Alison says as she reaches for the bottom of Emily's shirt and lifts it up over the brunette. She's desperate to feel her, and the figure of her mermaid is as toned and defined as she remembered. "I didn't either."
She marvels at Emily's flat, tight tummy and perfectly round breasts that need to be fully exposed now.
"You shouldn't have," Emily says as she stares hungrily at the blonde. She lets Alison pull off her bra before she smashes their lips together and then sinks to her knees. The blonde realizes instantly what is happening.
"Em-"
But it's too late, Emily's fingers slide Ali's panties down and the blonde steadies herself against the fridge as the brunette kisses her way up her thighs.
Ali grows significantly wet as Emily's hands push her legs apart and her lips ghost over her sex. She's missed this, missed her.
Emily's tongue teasingly swipes up between Ali's folds and the blonde's knees almost buckle as she whimpers. She tangles her hands in Emily's hair and pushes her toward her pussy.
The brunette brings her fingers up and painfully teases the blonde by spreading her wetness around and dipping barely the tip of her finger inside as her tongue flicks her clit.
"Fuck," Alison curses under her breath and Emily remembers when it was all sweet and gentle, innocent and meaningful. But this is sin and the sweetest form of revenge, and their strongest connection at this point.
The blonde's hands dig painfully into her scalp but she lets a finger slide into Alison's dripping pussy while she swirls her tongue around the pleasure nub before sucking on it lightly. Ali is helplessly bucking her hips against Emily and mewling. She whimpers when Emily removes her lips and instead trails them up her torso while letting the single finger slide in and out slowly.
"Don't be a tease," Ali growls and Emily responds with a nip at her left breast before she tugs at the nipple with her teeth and sucks on it. She pulls back to see Alison's eyes slammed shut with her mouth slightly open in pleasure as she gasps.
"God, Em, please," she whimpers and Emily brings her free hand up to her neck and tightens it.
"Please what?" Emily taunts as Ali chokes slightly. The brunette slows down her single finger.
"Fuck me, please fuck me harder," she says as her voice becomes strained by Emily's hand around her throat. The brunette smirks as she adds another finger slowly and watches as Alison moans, arching her back against the fridge. She looks on hungrily at the way Ali's body is helplessly controlled by her.
As the brunette begins to pump the two fingers in and out faster, she kisses Alison again, biting her bottom lip until the blonde gasps and she uses the moment to shove her tongue inside her mouth and massage hers. She pulls back and sucks on the swollen lip, causing a deep moan from Ali as her fingers hit deep inside her.
She lets her hand trail from her neck down to her chest and roll a nipple between her two fingers before pinching lightly, sending waves of pleasure throughout the blonde.
Emily begins to start to bring the blonde to climax when they are both snapped back to reality by the sound of Ali's cell phone ringing on the counter.
"Fuck," Ali mumbles, but makes no move to grab it. She watches Emily smirk, and she wonders if the brunette learned such a sinful look from her. Emily pulls her fingers out much to Ali's dismay and turns around to go get the cell phone.
"It's your 'baby'", Emily says with such distaste. Sure enough, the name on the screen lists the petname as the contact name. The brunette hates that the term Ali used to call her sweetly was being used on some asshole now. "Should I answer and say hello?"
"Don't you fucking dare," Ali says as she stands, her chest still heaving and her face flustered. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable. She walks towards the brunette. "Just put it down."
But Emily ignores her with the most twisted smirk she's ever seen and presses answer, and turns the speaker on as she drags Alison towards her and puts the phone down on the counter.
"Hey," comes a deep voice on the other end. Ali glares at Emily and reaches for the phone but the brunette grabs both her wrists, pulls them behind her back, and slams Ali's front against the counter. "Babe? Are you there?"
Ali grits her teeth shut as she feels Emily's free hand slide down her back and between her legs while playing with the area right around her pussy. The brunette jerks on her wrists and pulls her body back against hers.
"Answer him like a good girl, or I'm not gonna let you cum," Emily whispers in her ear as she nips at it and Alison has to force herself not to whimper as Emily finally slides both fingers in again. But the blonde doesn't trust herself to speak.
"Ali? Baby?"
Ali can't focus on his voice, she can only focus on the way Emily's fingers are thrusting inside her but when the brunette stops, she knows her threat is serious.
"H-h-hey ba-a-be," Alison stutters pathetically as Emily grins and pulls her fingers out to rub her clit slowly.
"Oh there you are, I just wanted to remind you that dinner tonight is at seven."
She slams her eyes shut as the brunette runs her finger up and down her soaking wet slit and traces circles around her swollen clit before dipping back inside her. Ali can barely think straight much less speak, but she forces herself to anyway.
"I-I didn't forget," she says in between gasps as her mouth falls open while Emily's fingers slam hard inside her purposely.
"Is everything okay? You sound like you've been crying babe. I'm sorry about our fight this morning."
Emily almost laughs and leans down to swirl her tongue around inside Ali's ear before she kisses behind it and down to the side of her neck and sucks lightly. Alison bucks her hips against Emily's hands.
"I'm okay, just woke up from a n-a-a-p," Alison tries to say but her voice is breathy and she has to bite her lip from moaning as she feels Emily slip a third finger inside her.
"Oh okay, well I'll let you wake up. Text me okay? I Love you."
Ali closes her eyes and feels Emily let go of her wrists to let her hand snake up the front of her body to play with her hard nipples. She feels Emily's own breasts pressed against her back as she rides Emily's fingers aggressively, desperate for release.
She almost forgets to answer.
"I love you too," she barely manages to get out before she feebly grabs her phone, hangs up, and throws it clear across the room to the carpeted living room floor.
"Very nice, I almost believed you," Emily growls in a low voice as she increases the speed of her fingers. As she hits deep within Ali, she curls her fingers and the blonde releases a long, loud moan mixed with incoherent whimpers as her body writhes against Emily.
"Please, Em," she pleads, and Emily knows it's ironic that every time it's Alison that ends up begging. She stills her fingers for a moment.
"Please who?" she asks and Ali instantly knows what Emily wants to hear.
"Baby please, I'm so close to cumming babe," she says, throwing out every affectionate petname she used to reserve for Emily only.
"Why should I?" Emily asks in a low voice, teasing her torturously as she lets her fingers stay inside while subtly curling them slightly and then releasing them again.
"Cau-use I'm y-your slut?" Ali asks, confused for a moment. The blonde is unaware of what game she's playing. She is Emily's slut, but they stopped saying that when they broke up.
She just wants Emily to bring her to the fucking edge already.
"Try again, Alison" Emily says in a painfully, raw, emotional voice that Ali suddenly recognizes. It's controlling, and dominant, but she recognizes the subtle undertones of desperation. The use of her full name sends shivers down her spine.
She feels Emily's fingers curl once more and she gasps. The brunette begins to slide them in and out very slowly.
"Because," she pants and closes her eyes, letting the pleasure take over. "Cause I love you."
Satisfied, the brunette slams her fingers inside the blonde while pinching her nipples and the pleasure sends over the edge as she moans and her body tenses up.
As she cums, Emily thrusts steadily until the blonde comes down off her high and becomes weak in the brunette's arms. Emily kisses her bare back lightly, and it's the first soft sign of affection she's received in a while from her.
"I'm not going to be able to walk later," Alison groans as she turns around and presses her full naked body against Emily in a loose embrace.
"Yeah, dinner is going to suck isn't it?" Emily says in a dark voice and Ali feels the brunette peel her arms off and push her aside to put her clothes back on.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Home," Emily says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Fine," Alison says angrily, but she really has no right to be mad at her. She can barely recognize Emily sometimes- she's merely a ghost of the girl she used to be with. But the blonde knows that when they broke up, it ruined Emily as much as it ruined her.
Nothing has changed with them though, they're still hopelessly attracted and trapped to each other.
"So when I text you, does he get angry?" Emily asks as she puts her shoes on.
"He doesn't know," Alison says thinking to how she simply flips her phone over or deletes the text.
"Next time he makes you cry like that, don't call me," Emily says, her voice thick with regret.
"Emily don't be like this," Alison begs as she puts the baggy white shirt over her to cover up.
"I know I'm a jerk, but he's a fucking dick," Emily says shaking her head. "I am so much better than him."
"Come on-"
"I don't even know who the hell you are anymore," Emily says, her heart pounding angrily.
"I could say the same about you," Alison fires back. "Aren't you seeing some girl now? I bet she's lovely. Is she waiting for you to call her?"
"Maybe I am, but maybe I should just be alone like the way you left me."
"You seemed happy to see me earlier," Alison says as she walks up cautiously and cradles Emily's face with her soft, tiny hand. The brunette can't breathe, can't think straight when she's that close.
"I wish we never fucked and I mean that," Emily says in a pained voice as she pulls away and turns to leave.
"You don't mean that," Alison says in a small voice as she watches Emily walk out. The brunette just looks at her and then shuts the door leaving the blonde alone.
Emily keeps walking and forces herself to keep going; because if she goes back, if she let's Alison be the reason for her pounding heartbeat, she'll never be able to leave.