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Emma found herself at home the next day, spending a relaxing Saturday with the usually crowded house, all to herself. She stayed in bed until eleven o'clock, the latest she'd indulged in a very long time. As she laid in her double bed, staring at the rafters above her head, she thought about the last time she'd stayed in bed this long.
She stretched her lean body to its fullest length, throwing her arms above her head and smiling to herself. There is, after all, only one real reason to stay in bed past nine o'clock.
FLASHBACK
"Why are you awake?" Emma asked, moving her body to better see the harsh red light of the digital time on Jay's alarm clock.
Jay was lying beside her, one arm under his head, staring in her general direction.
"It's only six in the morning!" Emma scolded. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Jay! What is up with you?"
Jay smiled and rolled over onto his back. He scratched his head nonchalantly before looking over at Emma again. She looked angelic, covered in his white sheets, blond hair splayed across the pillow.
"Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
He liked it when she blushed immediately. It was nice to know he could still make her feel that way. Way too often it happens that immediate reactions fade over time. Never again do people feel that intoxicating glow as they do at the beginning of a relationship. Jay still felt that way about Emma every time he looked at her. Emma, obviously, felt the same.
"Stop it!" she hissed, but Jay knew she loved it when he said sweet things to her. "You're embarrassing me!"
Jay smirked and leaned over her. "You should be more embarrassed about your behaviour last night, Miss Nelson!"
Emma bit into her bottom lip and smiled wide. "I can't help it. You make me wild!"
"Well let's see how many more times I can tame you before we have to get up!"
END OF FLASHBACK
Emma blushed again, thinking about just how she and Jay had spent that long, lazy morning. She rolled over reluctantly and peeked at her clock. Time to get up.
She literally rolled herself out of her nest and trudged to the bathroom, grabbing her towel along the way. After a nice, if not extensively long, shower, Emma towel-dried her hair, leaving it to fully dry naturally, and got dressed. She chose a pair of short shorts, reminiscing that someone had once told her that her best asset was her long, slender legs, and a tank top.
She climbed the stairs, lagging a bit, not looking forward to this long day with nothing to occupy her time, other than her thoughts and her memories; her two biggest enemies.
Emma felt her stomach growl and thought about making herself her oldest favourite; a grilled cheese sandwich with pickles on the side. She smiled to herself as she walked into the kitchen, pulling out a frying pan.
Emma's grilled cheese was halfway finished, her pickles cut and waiting on the side of a plate, when the doorbell rang.
She walked to the door, not bothering to check through the front window who was there, and opened it freely, assuming it was probably Liberty, who had wanted to spend one of their last days before work began on Monday tanning and vegging. Wrong!
Jay's eyes scanned the length of Emma's lean, tight body, and he felt himself get hot under the collar.
"What do you want?" Emma asked, her attitude dripping with hatred.
Jay smirked, allowing Emma to see his reaction to her little amount of clothing. "One guess."
Emma swung the door closed, turning back toward the kitchen. She stood in front of the stove, removing her grilled cheese sandwich from its heat source and placing it on the waiting plate. She swung around, preparing to bring her lunch to the front step, when she saw Jay, standing in front of her, leaning against the wall. She screamed and dropped the plate, shattering not only her lunch, but the plate itself.
"Oh!" Jay instinctively coughed, lunging forward to grab Emma. "Sorry."
"What the hell!" Emma exclaimed. She threw her hands up in the air and yelled, "You're breaking and entering now?"
"Technically, just entering," Jay joked.
Emma didn't return his smile, as she bent to pick up the shambles of her stellar lunch and the pieces of the plate. Jay bent down too, obviously to help, but ended up smashing his head into Emma's. She gave him a death glare.
"I'm not making this any better, am I?" he asked.
Emma continued to glare. She stood up to bring the garbage can closer to the mess. Jay helped to pick up Emma's lunch.
When the floor was clean, Emma took out the loaf of bread, ready to begin her lunch anew. She looked up at Jay, standing there, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his jeans, and offered, "You want?"
He smiled and pulled out a chair from the small table he had once eaten many meals at. "Thanks."
"It doesn't mean anything," she reminded him, seeing his expression. "It's just a sandwich."
"It's probably the nicest you've been to me in a long time."
Emma waved the butter knife at Jay. "Don't make me regret the sandwich."
Jay nodded his head. "I actually came here to give Simpson an update on his car."
Emma raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Never heard of a phone?"
Jay cleared his throat and shifted in the hard, wooden chair. "Got me, Nelson. I was hoping to see you, okay?"
Emma didn't respond. Instead, she turned her back on Jay, preparing the sandwiches; perfectly toasted, cut diagonally, and adorned with a few sliced pickles. She opened the fridge and grabbed a Coke for Jay and a bottle of water for herself.
"I was gonna eat on the front steps. Enjoy the nice weather and all."
Jay grabbed the two plates and swept his arm toward the door, urging Emma to lead the way. They each took a seat on the rickety porch, letting the sun beat down on them as they enjoyed their gourmet lunch and tried not to mention the obvious tension.
"Good sandwich," Jay complimented. "You know your way around the grill."
"It's a grilled cheese, Jay, not lobster."
They sat in silence for several moments before Jay ruined their good time.
He finished his sandwich and pickles, took a long swig from his Coke, and turned his body to fully face Emma's. "I meant what I said the other day. I'm not giving up on this. I just thought you should know."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Thanks for making me regret offering you the sandwich. I'll know better for next time."
Emma got to her feet and gathered the two empty plates. But before she could head to the door, to leave Jay behind, he had lightly gripped Emma by the elbow. She swung around to give him a piece of her mind, but never got the chance. Jay took the plates from Emma, setting them down on the window sill. He gathered Emma into his arms, not giving her a chance to fight him, and laid his lips gently on hers.
Jay was a smooth operator. He knew if he could get Emma to loosen up to him a bit, he'd have no problem getting to the next level. This was the next level. This kiss. The kiss began rather innocently enough, but soon turned heated and desperate. Jay used his tongue to melt Emma's iciness and pry her lips open to him. He thrust his tongue inside of Emma's warm mouth, timidly touching it to hers, urging her to take an active role in the game.
Jay's hands wandered aimlessly through Emma's hair, massaging her scalp just the way he knew she liked it. Emma's hands started out at her sides, refusing to participate in this debauchery, but soon found they couldn't remain flaccid and gravitated to Jay's broad shoulders.
The kiss deepened and Emma found herself unable to control the groan of pleasure that escaped from her throat. Jay smiled into her mouth, happy with the way the situation was going. "Let's go inside," he said, voice husky with passion.
Jay wasn't sure if his gamble was too large, making that request, but was pleasantly surprised when Emma reached behind her, hand on the doorknob, and let them into the house. They crossed the threshold, still joined at the lips, not wanting to separate themselves from the other.
"No one's home?" Jay asked.
Emma brought his face back to hers, shaking her head under the kiss. Jay placed his hands under Emma's firm bottom, lifting her higher. She wound her bare legs around Jay's middle, never once removing her lips from his, as she drank in his passion for her.
They fell onto the waiting sofa, Jay supporting his weight on his elbows, as he kissed Emma wildly, happy to have her beneath him once again. Her hands flew to his shirt, urging it over his head, discarding it somewhere on the living room floor. Next, she worked on the belt around his waist, undoing it skillfully, moving on to the waistband of his jeans.
Jay stared down at Emma, who refused to meet his eyes. Is this really what she wants? He put a hand gently under her chin, tilting it upward, until Emma's eyes met his.
"You okay?" he asked, breathlessly.
She smiled slightly and nodded her hand. Propping herself up, leaning into Jay's chest, Emma yanked her tank top over her head, revealing a lacy, pink bra and cleavage that made Jay want to do nothing for the rest of his life, but make love to this beautiful woman. His hands easily found the waistband of her shorts and undid the waiting zipper. Matching lace panties! Now this is why I love this woman!
Jay laid Emma back, slipping the short shorts from her body and discarding them, along with his own pants, onto the hardwood floor. He pressed his excited body against hers, wanting her to know just how much he desired her.
They were kissing again, bodies pressing against each other, wishing the few articles of clothing separating them would fall away. Jay kissed every inch of Emma's face, before trailing down her throat, onto her luscious breasts, before finally falling onto her exceptionally toned abdomen.
Emma lay there, allowing Jay to roam over her body aimlessly. She closed her eyes, revelling in the desire building within her body.
FLASHBACK
Emma stood in the doorway, eyes darting back and forth between Manny, her so-called best friend, and Jay, her boyfriend. They were in bed, Manny covered with only a sheet, Jay looking dazed and confused.
"Wh...what the h...hell?" Emma finally choked out.
"Ohmigod! Jay, it's Emma! Oh God, Emma! I am so sorry," Manny stammered.
Jay's senses seemed to return, as he sat up and tried to clear his vision. He saw Manny, in a sheet, and then his eyes focused on Emma.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing," Emma squeaked. "Why?"
Manny sat back and made a motion, that Emma could have sworn looked like a nonchalant shrug. Jay got to his feet, weaved, and stepped toward her.
Emma turned to run away, needing to flee the scene of this heartbreak.
"Em! Emma, wait!"
END OF FLASHBACK
"Stop," Emma whispered.
Jay kept kissing Emma's neck, his hand reaching under the band of her lacy panties.
"I said STOP!" Emma yelled, pushing on Jay's chest until he was off of her and had fallen onto the floor.
"What's wrong?" he asked, more than a little confused.
Emma sat up, gathering a blanket around her body and getting to her feet. "Get out!"
"Emma?"
"I said OUT!" she screamed, throwing Jay's shirt at him. "Get your clothes on and get the hell out of here!"
"But we were just..."
Emma allowed one tear to escape from her eye, before swiping it away. "Please, just leave. Please."
Jay saw the desperation and hurt in her eyes and knew that something had happened to make Emma go from ready and willing to cold and scared in a matter of ten seconds. He tugged on his shirt and pants in record time. Before leaving, Jay tried to talk to Emma, to get to the bottom of what had happened, but she simply pointed to the door, giving him no option other than to leave...
Hope this gives all of you Jemma lovers your fix! Please R&R!
