A/N: I'm a quiet anchor who decided to join the party. Better late than never? Pretty please? This is rated M in case you were wondering. And I certainly own zero rights to the following:

She wanted me. I could sense it the whole night I was at her house, but she was quiet until after our meal with her parents.

"What did you want to watch tonight, Em?" I asked her while we were helping to wash the dishes.

Our plans after homework and dinner were to cuddle to something that wouldn't require our full attention. Preferably something that would run late— late as in it would be safer for me to spend the night rather than ride my bike home late.

She just grinned at me, saying nothing. And after looking me up and down, blatantly pausing to stare at the bottom of the V in my v neck tshirt, she told me,

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe we could just call it a night…"

"Em— up here," I gestured my hands up to get her attention, chuckling at the response she gave me. She was such a liar. My adorable, little liar.

And so bold. Her mom was in the room with her back to us when she said that. She was unbelievable and I loved it.

I went to splash some water from the running sink at her but she grabbed me around the waist before I could and tried to tug me away. We were both pretending to be upset about what was happening, trying our hardest not to give in and laughing continuously. Her mom thought it was cute but quickly made her way out of there with the request that we finished cleaning before one of us got hurt.

As I was still trying to splash her once her mom left, Emily whispered in my ear,

"How about we call it quits so I can touch you like I've wanted to all day?"

My eyes widened. I was not expecting that side of Emily tonight. Though I was shocked, I was also acutely aware of how turned on that statement made me.

She laughed in my ear and I knew she had one of her devilish smirks on. She knew I knew it too, so she pulled me in close again and added,

"Why so quiet now, Paige? Huh? My goal is to have you screaming by the time I'm done with you."

And then my jaw dropped. It didn't go unnoticed, either, because Emily started planting kisses along it back towards my ear.

My mind was blank and I had no idea what Emily was up to, but I wished that she'd never stop. I was so turned on by her. I was already throbbing.

She pushed us forward again so we were close to the sink, with her arms still wrapped around me from behind. She then grabbed one of the few remaining dishes, and continued cleaning, as if standing this close to each other was no big deal and as if she hadn't said anything provocative a minute ago.

Unbelievable. She was so unbelievable and she knew it.

So naturally, she continued torturing me by whispering,

"In math class today, I was thinking about that last time on my window seat. When you got off 3 times in a row from my fingers…I wanna do that again to you, Paige…but this time from behind."

If her mom had come back in the kitchen, she would've thought we were being entirely innocent. That we were talking about our homework or something. That's how sneaky Emily was. I absolutely loved her.

She grabbed the next dish and rinsed it over like the others, except this time she kissed my neck before saying,

"I've been hot and bothered all day. And I only saw you at practice this morning, which drove me crazy. The girls all wanted to talk about their boys but I couldn't even focus once I had this image of you in my mind…"

Emily had set the last dish aside and waited for me to finish mine, rubbing my arms up and down a few times, peckering my shoulders with light kisses. Still pretending like everything she was saying was nothing, but she knew it was. I could tell she loved watching me squirm.

She noticed my fidgeting against her fingers and nibbled my ear a bit. Clearly, I was losing it and she was smiling in victory.

"All I want is you, Paige. Like this," she paused to trail her left hand upwards towards my chest, "and looking down your back while I'm inside you," she breathed, moving to suck on my earlobe again.

I was done. Entirely. I tried to turn around in her embrace, but she wouldn't let me. Her grasp tightened around my waist.

"Not tonight, dear. You're mine."

Everything she said was blowing my mind but I knew that was what she wanted.

So I gulped, which she heard and which made her giggle— I had no idea what came over her. Not that I was complaining, of course.

"There's no more dishes, Paige…"

"So…movie, then? Or I thought you said we should call it a night?"

I had to at least try to get her back with that. Simply because it was evident that I wasn't going to have any say in any matter for the rest of the night. Not when Emily was in this kind of mood.

Grinning at our reflections in the kitchen window by the sink, I saw Emily raise her eyebrow at me and then felt her tug me in the direction towards the stairs.