Contains spoilers (sort of) for season 7, episode 9.
A scene to fill in the blanks of what happened after Emily's phone call to Paige at the end of last night's episode.
The sense of calm that washed over Emily at the sound of Paige's voice on the phone vanished as quickly as it had appeared the moment she hit end. An odd, electric sort of buzz coursed through her body as she stood up and spun in place, patting down her hair and tugging at her clothes. Should she change? Into what? Something more comfortable? She smirked fainlty to herself at the thought. Would it be weird if she did? Paige had seen her in this outfit all day. Would it be weird if she didn't?
Her thoughts were a dizzying frenzy that pulled her in a dozen different directions as she flit around the loft. Tidying up came in the form of chucking things into cupboards and closets. Wondering why she was even bothering as she did. Paige wouldn't care. Paige probably wouldn't even notice.
She didn't have time to do much before a soft knock sounded at the door. Emily stumbled to a stop and stared at the door for a moment, heart racing, breathing rapid and uneven. She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep, steadying breath. A knock sounded again, this one a little more insistent. It spurred her into action. She leapt forward towards the door. Only to stop before opening to take another deep breath. With a shaky hand she reached for the knob and pulled it open.
Paige stood framed in the dim light of the hallway, hands tucked into her back pockets, shoulders up, head cocked to the side, lips turned up in a half smile. Her eyes were searching, some part of her asking Emily why she was here even as they shone with reassurance that whatever was going on, it would be all right.
The moment she saw her, Emily deflated. All of the tension brought on by the day left her body. For a moment at least, her mind was calm. She forgot about everything, Noel, Hannah, the coaching position, all of it just ebbed away.
"Hey," Paige said softly, the familiar rasp of her making Emily shiver. She swallowed hard, unable to respond, as she stepped back and granted Paige space to enter. Their shoulders brushed as she stepped past, the brief physical contact made Emily's heart jump.
She released the door and it fell shut with a bang, the silence that stretched out after it's echo seemed inordinately loud. Wordlessly, Paige pulled her hands from her pockets and extended her arms. Emily stepped into them, wrapping her arms around Paige's back and clinging tightly. Paige cradled her gently, one hand sliding soothingly through her hair, the other fisting lightly in her shirt, pressing into the small of her back. Emily buried her head in Paige's neck, breathing in the still familiar scent of her, lavender and something woodsy. Old Spice maybe. She'd never been able to pinpoint the exact combination. Paige's body felt warm and solid against her own. The arms around her steady and secure. She had forgotten how nice it felt to simply be held by Paige.
And yet, even within the comfort of the moment, her body began to come alive. A pins and needles feeling that prickled across her skin and warmth that coursed through her. It had been so long.
She felt Paige brush a kiss against her hair, the faintest of pressure. But it was enough to spur Emily into pulling back. Just far enough to raise her head and turn it, her lips unerringly finding Paige's.
It was a soft kiss, tentative. Their lips barely grazing, before Paige dipped her head, pressing for more contact. Emily's lips tingled at the contact. Her heart pounded in her chest and echoed loudly in her ears, making it hard to think. Hard to focus.
But she didn't want to think. She just wanted to feel. Slowly she pulled back and untangled herself from Paige's embrace. Their eyes met, a brief but intense stare. A moment passed. A decision made. Emily reached for Paige's hand, lacing their fingers together as she tugged her forward, walking backwards herself as she guided them both towards the loft's stairs. She didn't want take her eyes off Paige, lest she disappear like a puff of smoke. She didn't turn around until her back hit the railing, and even then she kept glancing over her shoulder as they wound their way up the spiral staircase.
She spun back around as soon as she hit the landing. Paige tugged her forward, towards her. She cupped the back of Emily's neck with her other hand, drawing her in. She stumbled, her free hand going to Paige's waist, first to steady herself, then to slip up beneath her jacket to begin working it off her shoulders as Paige's lips slid smoothly against her own. She pulled her hand free from Paige's grasp and used it to help push the jacket from her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, no longer of any concern to Emily, who reached now for Paige's shirt. She grasped the hem and pulled, working it up Paige's torso and over her head, their lips parting for the briefest of moments before connecting again.
Her tongue slid against Paige's bottom lip before being granted entrance, both of them sighing as she slipped inside, their bodies pressing closer together. Paige murmured softly into the kiss as her fingers began fumbling with the buttons of Emily's shirt, getting one, two three of them undone before giving up and slipping her hands inside the gap and pushing it down her shoulders and out of the way. It gathered around Emily's elbows, the material bunching up and restricting her movements as she reached for Paige's jeans, popping open the button and tugging at the zipper. Her efforts shaky and uncoordinated as Paige slipped Emily's bra straps down her shoulder's and cupped her breast.
She let out a gasp as Paige's thumbs flicked across her nipples, the already hardened buds tigthening further. She gripped Paige's back, nails digging in and kneading lightly as Paige's tongue probed against her own.
Her knees grew shaky and weak, barely holding her upright as the two of them started to shuffle across the room. Her calves hit the back of the bed and she sat, Paige bending and following as she eased backwards up the bed until Emily was lying flat and Paige was hovering over her. Paige's lips left hers, and began working hotly down her neck. Emily clung to her hips and arched into the touch, her neck craning to the side to give Paige more access.
The material of her shirt was still gathered around her elbows and she wiggled to free herself. The weight of Paige against her, pressing her down into the mattress as she nipped and sucked her way down Emily's throat limited her movements. All she succeeded in was bunching the material up further.
"Paige." Her plea coming out as a breath gasp as Paige dipped her head and closed her lips around Emily's breast. Emily's struggle to free herself forgotten momentarily as Paige's tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple. "Oh, God." Sparks flared across her vision as Paige licked and sucked. "Paige."
She spread her legs and arched up, seeking friction against the hips pressing down against her own. She let out a groan of frustration as Paige shifted to the side, only to moan a moment later as her fingers popped the button of Emily's jeans and slid inside.
Paige moaned lowly at what she found, which was Emily wet and wanting. Her fingers slid deftly through Emily's folds. Without preamble, she was inside. Both of them sighing as her fingers slid into the warm wetness.
"God, Em," Paige husked against her skin. "You have no idea how much I've missed this." She pushed in and then pulled out, quickly falling into a rythm.
Emily was too far gone to speak, could only pant breathlessly and roll her hips towards Paige's hand, a soft whine issuing from the back of her throat her way of agreeing. Paige leaned up on one elbow, staring down into Emily's eyes as she thrust in and out of her. Her face a picture of concentration, bottom lip caught between her teeth, brow furrowed. Their faces were only inches apart, Emily could feel each exhale against her lips, like she was breathing Paige in as Paige's hand moved surely between her legs.
It might have been years, but Paige still knew Emily's body, and she worked her up within minutes. Emily clung to Paige's hips as she came undone, a cry wrought from her lips. She sagged against the mattress, breathing heavily and feeling satiated but not really satisfied. It had been much too quick.
She didn't know what tonight meant, where this would lead, but she had been hoping to savour it. Now here she was, still mostly full clothed and already done. She felt a wave of embarrasment creep over her. She was so selfish. She had barely even touched Paige. Only gotten as far as getting her shirt off but hadn't even laid a hand on her.
Paige pulled out gently and shifted to the side,propping herself up on one elbow as she stretched out alongside Emily.
"Sorry," she rasped softly, her hand sliding into the gap in Emily's shirt and stroking her stomach lightly. "That was a little eager, wasn't it?"
Emily lolled her head to the side and caught sight of Paige looking sheepish, head dipped and a cheeks tinged with pink. Of course Paige would think it was her fault for being too eager, moving too quickly.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, to reassure Paige that she wasn't the only one who'd been a little eager, Paige was shifting back over her, straddling her hips as she went for the buttons on Emily's shirt, undoing the rest of them and pulling the shirt off propperly this time. Next she reached around for the clasp of her bra. Emily arched her back off the bed, allowing her access as, now that she finally had full use of her arms, she reached for Paige's bra. She made quick work of the clasp and sllid it down her arms, tossing it off to the side, where it landed of no consequence. Her gaze wandered over Paige's form, her hands drifting up to follow their path, smoothing over Paige's shoulders and down her back, running up her sides and along the curve of her ribs, across the tops of her thigs and then back up again, an endless circuit of motion.
Seeing Paige like this, touching Paige like this, it felt like coming home. For all the issues that had come between them, they had alway been good at this. The body above her, the skin beneath her fingers was so familiar. Yet there were still new parts of her for Emily's gaze and fingers to map. She was still solidly muscled, but she wasn't as lean. There were a few new scars, a thatchwork of thin lines running along the left side of her ribs and a pink, jagged looking one, almost like a lighthing bolt just below her collarbone. She assumed they were from the accident Paige had spoken of, though she didn't know for sure. Either way, they were something new for Emily's fingers and her lips to explore. She traced the lines with her fingers and surged up off the bed, wrapping her arms around Paige's neck and plying her tongue along the slightly rough path of skin below Paige's collarbone. Paige moaned lowly and ran her hands up and down Emily's back and sides before sliding them up to tangle in her hair.
Emily dragged her lips across Paige's skin, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with a flavour that was undeniably just Paige. She nipped at her collarbone and swirled her tongue through the hollow of her throat before nipping her way up Paige's neck to just below her ear, hitting all the spots she knew would drive Paige crazy.
Paige moaned and sighed, her fingers tightening in Emily's hair as her hips began to roll beneath began to work her way back down Paige's body, trailing kisses down her neck and across the top of her chest. Soft sighs and moans fell from Paige's lips as Emily's lips and tongue plied across her skin. She dipped her head and blew a breath across Paige's nipple, enjoying the gasp the sensation garnered, and then closed her mouth around it, tugging it lightly with her teeth as she flicked her tongue across it. Paige's fingers tightened in her hair, a loud moan falling from her lips. She alternated her attention between Paige's breasts, licking and nipping at one, then the other, enjoying the frenzied sounds Paige made and the writhing of her hips.
She eased backwards, pulling Paige with her, her arms falling from around her neck to her hips, guiding her down until they were settled against the pillows, Paige's body once again pressing her down into the mattress. Using the hands in her hair, Paige guided Emily's lips up to her own and kissed her deeply.
Their hips rocked together, Paige's thigh driving up into Emily's center as she ground down against Emily's leg. They took their time, kissing languidly, hands meticulously exploring. Discovering new places, returning to old favorites.
Emily languished in the way Paige's muscles shifted beneath her touch, and the heat of Paige's breath as it ghosted across her body, and the way it felt to be stretched out beneath her after all these years.
She felt Paige's fingers tug at the waistband of her jeans and she lifted her hips in aid of helping her tug her material down her legs. She kicked them off to the floor and looped her fingers through Paige's belt loops, gving them a tug. Paige shimmed out of her pants, leaving them both almost completely naked, a layer of cotton and some flimsy lace the only things between them. Emily's heart beat a stacatto in her chest as Paige reached for the band of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, fingers dragging lightly against her skin. She slignshot the garmet across the room, and Emily huffed a laugh, knowing that she was going to have to go searching for it in the morning. Paige grinned down at her, eyes alight with amusement that quickly darkened as her gaze travelled downwards. She licked her lips as her gaze settled between Emily's legs, and Emily felt heat course through her. She parted her legs in invitation, want and desire scrabbling in her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat as Paige slid down the bed and gripped her thighs, wrapping her hands around them and parting them further.
Her walls clenched in anticipation and her stomach pitted. Paige dipped her head and flicked tentatively against her with her tongue before diving in in earnest. Emily's head pressed back into the pillows and her hips rocked up towards Paige's mouth, a wordless cry falling from her lips. She felt Paige grin against her before going back to task. She worked Emily up slowly, but thoroughly, having her writhing in minutes, but holding her from going over the edge for what seemed like an enternity.
Paige's hair tickled her thighs and she reached down, running her fingers through it. It was the shortest Emily had ever seen it, and while she missed the long locks tumbling down around Paige's shoulders, this look suited her too. Paige glanced up at the touch, her eyes meeting Emily's, holding contact as she swirled her tongue through her folds and then flicked it up to press against her clit.
It was that look that pushed Emily over the edge. Her orgasm washing over with such intensity that sparks flared across her vision. Paige gently coaxed her through it, tongue gliding smoothly against her walls as they fluttered and clenched, drawing it out. Emily lay panting against the pillows, thoroughly spent.
Small aftershocks coursed through her, and her limbs felt like jelly, but she had the wherewithall to give Paige a soft tug, guiding her up so she could kiss her lips. Paige sighed softly as she settled against her, and Emily felt a resurgance of energy at the feel of soft, warm skin sliding againt her own.
She deepened the kiss, and slid her hands from Paige's hair, letting them wander languidly down her body. Her nails scratched lightly against Paige's back and sides, avoiding the ticklish spot just under her ribs and pressing in on the sensitive spot at the base of her spine that she knew would make her shiver.
She gripped Paige's ass and pulled, using it to grind Paige's hips down on her thigh, enjoying the spread of wetness across her skin and the way Paige moaned into her mouth. She rocked their hips slowly, steadily, as she dipped her head and began kissing her way across Paige's neck and shoulder, biting down lightly and worrying the skin between her teeth. Keeping one hand on Paige's ass to guide her movements she let the other wander up her back, splaying between her shoulder blades and scratching lightly.
Paige's head dropped down onto Emily's shoulder and she panted into the side of her neck as she writhed above her, the muscles bunching and cording with the motion of her hips. Soft moan and sighs escaped her lips as Emily slid her hand from Paige's ass and worked it between them. She cupped between Paige's legs, feeling the wetness pool against her palm, warm and viscous. Paige uttered a few wordlless pleas, her hips bearing down against Emily's touch. Her breath billowed against the side of Emily's neck and she could feel her heart beating, strong and steady against her own.
Slowly, Emily brought her thumb up and rolled it across Paige's clit, appreciating the strangled cry that left her lips and the way her hips jumped at the touch. She repeated the motion, the pad of her thumb sliding across the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again.
She could feel the tension mounting in Paige's body, her shoulders tightening, her breathing becomming laboured. She knew that it wouldn't be enough to get Paige off. She needed Emily inside for that.
She needed Emily inside almost as much as Emily wanted to be inside. Her fingers itched to be enveloped in Paige's wet, silky warmth. Slowly, she pushed two fingers inside, Paige's walls, swollen and hot, resisted at first and then not only did they give way, they pulled her in deeper. She curled her fingers as she thrust in, hearing Paige groan, and feeling the reverbations through her body. Keeping her thumb pressed firmly on Paige's clit she began to move inside her, curling and straightening her fingers, stroking the innermost part of Paige's body.
It wasn't long before Paige was shuddering against her, arching off the bed in a silent tableau. It was like the time stood still for a moment, before sound and motion came rushing back and Paige let out a low groan and collapsed against her, trapping Emily's hand between them.
She wiggled her fingers, perfectly content with their current location. Paige shifted restlessly above her and slowly, she began to move inside Paige once again even as the aftershocks from her first orgasm still rippled through her, her walls nearly choking Emily's fingers. Paige whimpered and whined against Emily's neck, and soon she was coming again with a soft sigh.
The room was silent save for the sound of their laboured breathing. Emily was exhausted, and from the way Paige lay unmoving against her, she was spent as well. And, hopefully equally sated.
That was all that mattered right now. Anything else, she decided as she wrapped her arms around Paige and held her close, they could deal with in the morning.