Note: I am warning you. /graphic.
Three weeks later…
Throughout the entirety of my life, hardly anything truly surprised me. Trust me, I'm not one who dislikes surprises, hell, I welcome them, but, I had always anticipated such events. On birthdays, I anticipated gifts; for job promotions, I worked hard, so I deserved them. I always anticipated surprises as contradicting as that sounds. Well, most surprises, I should clarify. As I gasped in surprise, Emily pushed me against the wall. You see, it was normal for me to be possessive, but the darkness in Emily's eyes was entirely dominating. The caged beast within her was definitely coming out to play.
I smirked at her dominance, and she glared at me, a burning inferno behind those brown eyes of hers, she was having none of it. She pressed her lips hard against mine, so hard that our teeth knock, but she's unbothered, and completely determined to maintain this level of power. Her lips move against mine with urgency, need, hunger, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to channel into her emotions. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I opened my mouth. Emily wasted no time as her tongue found mine and they danced to the sound of hushed moans.
Instinctively, my hands came up to cup Emily's face; perfectly fitting in between my hands, like two peas in a pod. Emily tilted her head, deepening the kiss between us; my muffled moan filled the silence of my apartment. She ran her hands over my cotton-based shirt, teasingly, which I gathered quickly when she broke our kiss and smirked, mimicking mine, but more wicked, and I couldn't read her expression; her next move was unpredictable.
"Ms. McCullers," She teased. I'd hardly ever heard her reference me that way, especially since I did it all the time, but it was sexy nonetheless, I felt my cheeks heating up. I cleared my throat, wishing my blood would circulate other places, so she wouldn't catch me blushing.
"Ms. Fields," I retaliated, and she kissed me once again, not as hard as before, but she still radiated dominance. I wasn't going to challenge her. Her breasts pressed against mine, they were so soft; I suppressed a moan. I found it amazing; all of Emily Fields was amazing. And the best, most realistic part of Emily was that she was all mine.
Mine.
Emily lowered her head, her lips ghosting over my neck, I hissed at the sensation. She continued her path to my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the bite mark she'd left previously. It was going to take awhile for that particular mark to disappear from my skin, I knew that, and I welcomed it; a constant reminded of Emily, even when she wasn't with me.
I felt Emily run her hands back over my shirt just before she slipped her hands underneath. Of course, her hands felt cool against my skin, and it was wonderful. Emily was bold about her moves, running her hands up and down my waist, across my abdomen, around and up my lower back. My mind couldn't keep up with my body, my body had developed a mind of its own, reacting in whichever way felt right; in this case, I found myself arching to Emily's touches.
I suppose that I should add that my mind couldn't keep up either, "I want you," I spilled out, before I could catch myself actually thinking it. But, it was true, no matter what; I wanted Emily more than anything else in my life right now. She bit down gently on her bite mark and I yelped, surprised by the action. It was exciting though. I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath; arousal coursed through my veins, filling within each nerve, each muscle. "Emily," I groaned, almost pained. She looked up, her brown eyes meeting my own; dominance still lied within, but admiration and desire was present as well.
"Are you okay?" She asked sincerely, and I nodded to her question, she kissed me. I was so much more than okay. I was melting in Emily's kisses, there was a difference between the way she lead her kisses and the way I lead kisses. I exert my desire in kisses, the more desire I accumulated, the more urgent the kiss becomes. Whereas Emily could be gentle, or demanding; she maintained control, leading her kisses in any direction that she wanted. Her lips were always extraordinarily soft, and felt so good against mine. I sighed into our kiss. I felt so strongly about Emily.
I think I might even love her.
The thought scares me and it shows, Emily broke our kiss, "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked once again, more concerned this time.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, "I'm fine," I rasped, and before she could question me anymore, I pressed my lips back against hers, restoring the mood. Her hands move to the waistband of my shorts, slender fingers dipping in daringly. She doesn't progress any farther and I wonder why, until it dawns on me: permission, of course. "Go ahead," I whispered against her lips; she hummed in satisfactory. I have never let Emily get this far with me. It makes me seem selfish now that I think about it, she had always been the willing partner, and I never even advocated the thought of her touching me like I've touched her.
Emily explored her fingers shallowly, nervously, like this was the first time she had ever done it. Well, it is the first time with me. I wanted to assure that whatever she did would be just fine, my body liked Emily and no matter what she did, I trusted my body to react vigorously to her touches. But, I couldn't bring myself to tell her anything, so I just let her explore.
After a few heartbeats, she seemed to be more comfortable; her dominating persona had completely dissipated as she found herself touching me gently. I gulped when she would move her fingers lower… almost between my legs but not quite. I felt teased, but grateful that Emily was taking her time. We hardly had intimate moments like this, even though we have had sex on numerous occasions. I guess that was my fault.
She grazed her fingers across the little pubic hair I had; closer, but not close enough. I looked at my Emily's face, she did not look determined— she looked enticed. Her tan skin had a glow to it; her beauty radiated more rays of light than the sun. She swiped across my clit experimentally, and I moaned, unable to help myself. A small smile fell upon her lips, she was fascinated. My breathing deepened as she repeated her movements; one, two, three swipes, and I felt myself shuddering.
In a sense, I felt a lot of arousal—lust, romance. But, deep within my mind, I felt fear— hidden, relentless fear that threatened to step forth within my mind, and ruin everything. And I feared that would happen. "Paige," Emily said, bringing me from my thoughts easily, "Am I doing alright?"
I nodded, "Yes, you are," I kissed her gently, "Why don't we go to the bed?" Emily nodded to my suggestion, and much to my disliking; she moved her hands from me. I grasped her hand with mine and guided her to my bedroom. Like a pair of nervous teenagers, we sat on my bed in silence. I supposed we had a good reason to be nervous.
She turned to me, and planted a gentle kiss on my lips; I happily reciprocated. As minutes slowly ticked by, Emily placed some pressure to our kiss, forcing me to lay back. Honestly, it felt weird, not bad, but weird as Emily settled between my legs. I stared up at Emily; her hair had fallen around me, creating a curtain, separating us from the rest of the world.
And it was true; it was just Emily and I, no one else, just us.
I leaned up and pressed a heated kiss to her lips, Emily moaned lowly, nonetheless kissing me back. Her hips pressed into mine, applying enough pressure for me to feel. I wanted to moan, I managed to stop myself, but a small whimper substituted the anticipated sound. Slowly, I brought my arms up, and wrapped them around Emily's toned shoulders.
I did trust Emily. I trusted her more than my brother honestly, and him and I, were like conjoined twins, the best of the best of friends. But I trusted Emily more than that. "I'm scared," I said out loud, so quietly, that I almost think that Emily didn't hear me.
Emily looked at me with empathetic eyes, "Of what?" She said, lifting a hand to caress my cheek, "Is this too much for you?"
I shook my head, "I've never been this close to anyone," I confessed. I don't know why I was telling her this now, of all times, "For a very long time," I added, speaking only truth and seriousness, "The thought of vulnerability scares me," And right now, I was definitely vulnerable.
"Paige, it's just me," She said, comfortingly. It was her, and only her. I gulped, swallowing my nerves and fears, "I can stop,"
I shook my head, "I don't want to stop," I husked, "Trust me, I really don't,"
She pressed a kiss to my lips once more; it was reassuring, filled with emotion. I pulled her closer, the scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils, making me feel dizzy with her scent. Within seconds, our kissing becomes feverish, submerging in raw emotion and need. I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose and her body moved slightly against mine, creating a nice friction between my legs, I moaned. It was a throaty moan and Emily bit her lip.
Her eyes remained trained to mine as I felt her run a hand down my front, back to the waistband of my shorts once again. Her fingers dipped in once more, and I gulped audibly, anticipating. I wasn't disappointed when I felt her fingers on my clit, applying just enough pressure to cause me to jerk. "Em," I breathed, feeling all sorts of nerves bounce around under my skin. Her fingers rubbed small circles on my buddle of sensitive nerves, and feel myself shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
I felt like I was burning up, like I caught a sudden fever, her movements caused me to moan loudly, much louder than I ever had with any other person in my sexual lifetime. It was extraordinary as she added more pressure to my clit, causing me to writhe to the sensation.
"Emily," I moaned, pulling her closer, she buried her face into the crook of my neck, breathing deeply into my ear, I moaned once again. I've never felt this way before; the feeling was completely foreign.
"Paige," Emily moaned back, muffled into my neck, her movements remained incessant, until she moved her fingers lower, readily at the entrance of my core. I barely had time to register her next move before I felt euphoria. Her slender fingers thrust skillfully in and out of me, my breathing had hitched; my heart skipping a beat.
I was tight around her fingers, I know it, but I couldn't help it. I trusted Emily, I hit such a peak in arousal, I couldn't think coherently, and I just knew that I was in ecstasy. I mean, that was kind of the only thing that mattered anyways.
Her thrusts quickened, and I almost cried out to the sensation; a feeling of burning in the pit of my stomach, a knot infinitely tightening. "Oh, god, Emily,"
I was close to my orgasm; it was just over the hill. Emily knew it too as she thrusts harder, curving her fingers to hit such a sweet spot within me. My nails dug into her shirt. If she did that again… I'd be putty.
And she did.
Holding Emily as tightly as I could, I felt just about every nerve within me exploding, my muscles contracting as I cried out. Emily continued slower, longer thrusts as I came down the hill, my orgasm subsiding. I breathed hard, through my mouth and through my nose. My heart was hammering so hard, Emily could probably hear it if she listened to it closely enough.
With all of my energy spent, my arms fell limply from Emily's shoulders, and my eyes closed involuntarily. I moaned very lowly when Emily pulled her fingers from inside me, "Em…" I said weakly, suddenly tired. When I got no response, I opened my eyes to see her staring at me with a small smile. No smirk like I had after we had sex, but a genuine smile.
"Are you alright?" She asked simply, her eyes staying on me
I nodded slowly, "Better than alright," I rasped, "I…" She raised her eyebrows, "I… think I lo—" I stopped myself, suddenly feeling panicked, "I need to go to the bathroom," I said hurriedly, sliding from under Emily and making a mad dash to my bathroom.
I locked myself in the small room.
I felt like the walls were closing in. Everything was closing in. It was too hard to breathe and I could feel myself on the brink of hyperventilating. I had almost confessed to Emily. I was almost weak… almost vulnerable. I would only get hurt in the end; I know it. I rubbed my hands over my face, "Calm down," I reminded myself, taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, I hear a short rap on the door.
"Paige?" Emily asked for me through the door, "Are you okay?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I tugged at my hair. I'm so scared, "I'm fine. I'll be out in a second, Emily"
I gulped and made my way to the sink, turning on the faucet, and splashing cold water onto my face. I turned off the water and toweled my face dry. I opened the bathroom door to find Emily standing there with a concerned look, "Are you okay?"
I nodded, "Of course," I lied; I have never lied to Emily until these moments, "Never better," I wrapped my arms around her, and she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Are you sure?" She murmured, and I nodded, "Did I hurt you?" She asked very quietly, and I shook my head, she did the exact opposite.
"This was really good," I said, honestly, "I'm just not used to it," Truth again. "Would you like to stay the night again?"
"Actually," She began sheepishly, rubbing her fingers gently on my back, "I think I should go back to my apartment," In a sense, I'm relieved. I feel sick to my stomach admitting that. "I know I've been abandoning Hanna," She admitted, "I'm sure that she would like to spend more time with me,"
I kissed the top of her head gently, "Let me know when you'd like me to take you home,"
The sweet melody of Beethoven's fifth symphony filled my silent room, as the screen of my phone lit up, vibrating softly on the nightstand. I reached out my hand to the little electronic, grasping it, and looking at the caller ID. I glanced over at my alarm clock, seeing that it was only a little after five in the morning. Sighing, I swiped my finger across the screen, accepting the call, "Spencer," I answered, "It's way too early to be calling, what is it?" I could sense the hesitancy on her end, which was odd. As long as I have known Spencer, she was always to the point, just like myself, "Spence?"
"Don't freak out," She said simply, and I found myself knitting my eyebrows together in confusion, "Before I tell you anything, Paige, you have to promise that you won't freak out, okay?"
"And this isn't anything that could've waited?" I heard her sigh, her telltale that she was serious, "Okay, fine, I promise that I won't freak out," Spencer paused, more hesitancy. "Will you just tell me already?"
"I saw her" The three words caused me to shoot up in bed, any tiredness that was present earlier suddenly dissipated. "She came here looking for you," Before I could question Spencer, she quickly added, "I don't know how she found this address, but I told her that I don't know where to find you or how to get in contact with you,"
I ran my hand over my face, and groaned, "Spencer, I can't see her," I said quietly, feeling completely uneasy, "I'm so fucked,"
"Paige…" Spencer said softly, "Listen, we need to—"
"I know," I sighed into the darkness, not wanting to hear her say it out loud, "I know,"
I needed to confront my skeletons.
Author's Note: I can't tell if you hate or love me with this chapter. I know that a lot of people have been asking for Paige to be on the receiving end, and trust me I've had this idea in my head from the start. I just didn't know where to put it. So of course, we've gotta have some drama, and hopefully, I've left you with some mystery about Paige. And next chapter will mostly be in Paige's perspective, and things get a little dark. With this chapter and the next two chapters, I'm / I've been collaborating with FRENZDRIVE, and we're having trouble doing this because we love Paige.
Especially me.
Well, if you have any comments, feedback, or whatever, leave it in a review!
Until next time...
