Disclaimer: So as you could have guessed, I've been pretty busy. I hope you all are enjoying the chapters so far. Okay, so I hope you don't hate me for this but I'm skipping about 2 weeks to move the story along faster. It gets hard to make a story interesting going day by day so I'm gonna be jumping around a bit. I know that what I'm about to write in this chapter isn't the date that the events actually took place but my friend is already into late October so I've got to catch up. I hope no one minds.

August 28, 2006

Universal House (Riley's Place)—7:09 p.m.

Emma sat uncomfortably in the corner of Riley's room in semi-awkward silence. Her aunt had just died which was a huge blow to Riley and her cousin Porsche, Emma's ex-girlfriend. She had rested her head on Kiersten's shoulder who was stroking her hair and quietly comforting her, something a small part of Emma wished could do.

Riley was standing at her bed, packing a large suitcase full of clothing and toiletries. Devon, her ex-boyfriend, sat near Emma. He was here for emotional support, purely platonic. He wished it was more than that. He had been crushed ever since he made the mistake of cheating on Riley and now that Riley was with Nick, he couldn't bear to be near the two together.

She looked over at him. He too kept his eyes on the floor except for stealing an occasional glance at Riley, a longing in his eyes. His face was blank except for the subtle signs of tiredness and sadness.

Emma was also there for emotional support, although she was concerned that she wasn't doing much supporting. She sat in silence eyeing the floor occasionally glancing up to watch Porsche. A part of her missed her yet the obvious fact of betrayal overcame any desire to get back together with her. The separation had been painful and hard but Emma had survived, surprisingly.

The room was quiet besides Porsche's quiet sobs and the occasional crunching of a plastic bag or the opening and closing of a zipper of a pocket on the suitcase. Nick entered quietly, all eyes turning to him. It was obvious that he was just as uncomfortable as everyone else in the room but he wasn't there to draw attention to himself, he just wanted to check on Riley's progress before they left to catch a flight to Texas for the funeral.

Riley was emotionless. She had given up on the act of crying long ago, much as Emma had (at least when she was sober). Her face was solemn and stern, placing all of her energy into packing and nothing else. Her resolve to pack kept her mind off her aunt which was good.

"Riley," Nick said softly. He placed his large, masculine hand on Riley's shoulder ever so delicately Emma wasn't sure he had even touched her at all. She looked back at him and nodded, still without much expression. She zipped her suitcase again as Nick lifted it off the bed and to the floor. He looked up, addressing Kiersten, Devon and Emma.

"Thanks for coming guys. We've got to get on the road for the plane." Nick's eyes moved around the room, deliberately avoiding Devon's trying to steer clear of any sort of confrontation, no matter how small.

Nick picked up both of their suitcases and took them down the stairs to be put into the car.

Emma gave Riley a sincere hug and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm really sorry Ry. I'll make sure to call you." She said with a small smile on her face.

Riley just nodded as Kiersten came up to say what she needed to Riley herself.

Emma quietly exited, giving a quick nod in Nick's direction. Moving silently across the lawn, Emma's thoughts were clouded but she was quickly brought back to reality with the sound of a familiar voice.

"Hey Emm," Porsche nearly whispered. Emma stopped, slowly turning around. Porsche stood there, looking good in a v-neck long sleeve black shirt and form fitting jeans. Emma tried to keep those thoughts back knowing that it wasn't her place to be thinking like that anymore. She looked at Porsche, her tear-stained face with black lines of bleeding mascara and eyeliner.

"Hey Porsche," Emma said quietly. She didn't want to be mean, and she didn't want to mistake her place in the situation so she kept her sentences short.

"Kiersten just left and I need a ride home. Do you think you could… just this once?" Porsche said, sobs choking her words.

With hesitation, Emma thought about her decision. She wanted to know that she wasn't going to do anything dumb but felt an obligation to Porsche not only because of her Aunt but for the fact that it would be rude to decline. "Alright." Emma unlocked her car doors and waited until Porsche got into the passenger side before lowering herself into the driver's seat. She slammed the door shut and started the ignition, all without a word. Porsche too was silent, feeling the unbearable awkwardness of the situation.

Emma began to drive, just drive. She didn't want to engage in conversation, didn't want to ask questions. She just wanted to drop Porsche off and be done with it.

Porsche's House—

Emma finally arrived at Porsche's place. It was so familiar, like a second home to her though it was weird being at the driveway of it. Porsche reached for the handle but stopped, looking back over her shoulder.

"You wanna come in for a drink?" She asked quietly. Emma hesitated before answering. She knew she could definitely use some alcohol therapy right now and besides, it would be rude to say no.

"Okay." Emma got out of her car, locking it behind her. She followed Porsche over the lawn and up the front steps, through the door into the darkened house.

Not much was said as Porsche brought out the drinks. There were myriad varieties of alcohol in her bottom cabinet. She took out not only wine but tequila, whiskey, gin, and plain old beer. It was tantalizing.

Emma grabbed the entire bottle of wine and began to drink. It wasn't that Emma had a more sophisticated taste of alcohol; it was only that it was closest to her reach.

Porsche too grabbed a bottle and they both plopped themselves on the couch, neither saying a word.

Eventually, Emma didn't particularly care what happened next. She let her hand reach for the bottle with no protest from her body. She stopped tasting and just kept swallowing because the wine was there and so was she.

Her thoughts reeled going over her job, her bills, Porsche sitting beside her, Greg and Riley who she knew was in so much pain but unwilling to let anyone know.

A sudden weight leaned on Emma's shoulder and in her dazed state; she saw Porsche slumped over on her shoulder sobbing. She felt her own hand rest on Porsche hair, stroking it gently. She leaned down and kissed the top of her head and whispered comfort into her ear. Porsche began to speak; slurred and jumbled she began to speak. She talked about how her aunt took her and Riley in when their parents rejected them after they got into some juvenile trouble. She talked about how her aunt had practically raised her and how it was as though she was losing her own mother. Emma just nodded, absently stroking her hair and occasionally taking a swig from the wine bottle.

Before long, Porsche had run out of tears. She leaned against Emma's shoulder, feeling Emma's soft flesh beneath her cheek, her delicate hand through her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, she looked up at Emma who looked back down at her. She could tell that Emma missed her; she could read it in her eyes. She reached up a hand and guided her cheek down toward her. She kissed her, lightly at first, pulling away hesitantly but Emma came back for more, hungrily devouring her full lips.

She sat up, and without breaking the kiss straddled Emma's lap kissing her deeply. Her hands glided along Emma's jawbone, resting at the nape of her neck. Emma's own hands rested on Porsche's thighs, her fingers stroking the denim of her jeans.

The kiss broke momentarily, catching their breath. Their lips met again, their breath heavy and heated. Porsche's hands began a greedy venture up the back of Emma's shirt to unsnap her bra as Emma worked blindly at the button on Porsche's jeans.

Emma swiftly took Porsche off her lap, having her seated on the couch. Her breath was coming faster now, her eyes wide with hunger for Porsche's soft skin, her full breasts, her familiar taste; she wanted it all. She picked Porsche up having her legs wrapped around her waist. She quickly guided herself into the bedroom skillfully closing the door behind her without using her hands which were as of now resting beneath Porsche holding her against her waist. She savored Porsche's familiar taste, her teasing kiss, and her soft lips. She hadn't let herself feel how much she missed all of Porsche since the split but the feelings that raged within her were animal-like and unbridled.

She rested Porsche onto the bed, laying her gently. She tore into her shirt, hearing a loud rip as her hands greedily kneaded Porsche's skin and breasts. Their kiss was broken as Emma eagerly kissed down her jaw and into her cleavage tossing the shirt to the side.

Porsche moaned in anticipation, biting her lip. She knew no one did it like Emma and the thought of having that back was irresistible. Her back arched as she felt herself begin to come simply from the anticipation. Her jeans were already unbuttoned and Emma pulled them off fervently as Porsche moved herself farther up onto the bed. There was a single moment where their eyes met, wide and ravenous. Then Emma descended upon her. Their lips met, greedy and yearning. Emma slipped her hand up Porsche's naked thigh spreading her legs apart delicately. She allowed herself to rest between Porsche's legs, laying on her lightly with Porsche's legs wrapped around her.

She broke the kiss, smirking slightly at Porsche who was drowning in ecstasy even though Emma had hardly even begun. Emma grinded against Porsche ever so slightly making Porsche moan loudly. She placed her fingers under the hem of Porsche's underwear waiting for an objection but not expecting one. When none came, she slowly slid her panties down her long smooth legs dropping them off the side of the bed. Her fingers slid between Porsche's legs making her moan, biting her lip.

Her breath came faster now and Emma slid her finger deeper, knowing all the right spots. Keeping her hands busy, she returned to Porsche's lips devouring her full and naked lips under hers.

"I still love you…" Porsche managed between gasps. Emma paused for a second. Even in her inebriated state she still knew the consequences of such talk. Her thoughts were interrupted when Porsche cried out as a mind-boggling orgasm ripped through her. Emma just kept going, mindlessly. She didn't want to think about the consequences which she couldn't do anyway with her head so clouded with Porsche, sex and alcohol.