"Something's weird," said Emily, stopping short and then pacing a circle around Emma. "You look different."
"I really have no idea what you're talking about."
"No… there's something different about you." Emily's hands traced over her ass. "Yeah…" she crouched, her hands sliding down Emma's thighs and over her calves until she reached her feet. "You're wearing kitten heels!"
Emma blinked at her. "Yes?"
Emily sat back on her heels and looked up at her. "It changes your entire profile!"
"My… ass profile?" Emma grinned.
"What?" Emily scrunched her nose. "I'm a profiler. I notice things." She looked back at Emma's feet, lifting up the hems of the pant legs and scrutinizing her shoes. "Seriously, though. Why are you wearing kitten heels?"
"It's too hot for boots, and I find stiletto sandals rather trashy."
Emily snickered.
"What?" Emma asked dangerously
"Nothing! Nothing! I like them!" She tilted her head up and smiled. "I really like them."
"Yeah?" Emma ran her fingers through her hair. "How much?"
Emily proceeded to shuffle forward on her knees until she had backed Emma up against the wall. She unfastened her white jeans and tugged them inch-by-inch down her hips.
"I like them a lot."