Okay, so here's the deal. This is a ridiculously short update, for which I apologise. I wrote a proper chapter for today, but when I read it back, I decided it pretty much sucked and needs some major reworking. But saying as I promised I'd update today (and have shirked on my update promises for days now) I wanted to at least post something, which resulted in this. As somebody requested, this picks up from right where the last chapter left off, so expect a whole ton of smutty stuff right off the bat. I'll be back in a day or two with a proper chapter, until then I hope you enjoy this little interlude.

P.S - Thanks as always for reading & reviewing. You are all way way way too good to me, I seriously can't get over the wonderful things people have said :)

Chapter 21: Don't Stop

Emily trailed soft kisses across Paige's collarbone, to her throat and then back, in no hurry to continue her path up or down, simply enjoying each part of Paige as she came to it. She'd been craving this for what felt like weeks; the simple act of just being with Paige, taking things slow, touching Paige and tasting her skin. Time hadn't been on their side recently, but now it was, and Emily was intent on making up for every second lost. First on the couch, and then in a heap on the floor as they'd stumbled towards the bed, and now, finally, with Paige beneath her, no more barriers obstructing Emily's access to any part of Paige's skin.

Her lips eventually found their way to Paige's own, Emily's stomach dipping with want when Paige whimpered softly into the kiss. She kissed Paige slowly, deeply, her hands finding their way to Paige's chest, palming each breast softly, smiling against Paige's lips as she released another whimper, louder this time. Emily was taking her time, fully aware that to Paige the contact she was offering probably felt like little more than teasing, but Emily needed to go slow. She wanted to capture every last sound, moan, whimper, every last facial expression, every last shiver and every cant of Paige's hips into her own.

It was simply a beautiful thing to witness.

Emily couldn't tell how long had passed since Paige's back had hit the bed, though if Paige's increasingly laboured breathing and occasionally frustrated whimpers were anything to go by, for her girlfriend it was bordering on too long. Still Emily couldn't help herself, biting down on the skin of Paige's throat, leaving the subtlest of marks as she continued downwards, leaving another, then another, doing so whenever she felt like it, enjoying the way Paige's hips canted against her own when she did so.

Perhaps selfishly Emily didn't want to get Paige off again just yet, suspecting that after this round Paige would be well and truly spent. Thankfully Paige, unlike herself if the positions were to be reversed Emily admitted, was doggedly patient, so willingly accepting Emily's torturously slow exploration of her body, so willingly submitting herself to whatever Emily had in store. There was nothing calculated about Emily's speed, or her kisses, or her touch; Emily simply wanted to enjoy Paige, every part of Paige, hoping that the fast release she'd given Paige on their way to bed was going to be enough to placate her for a little while longer.

By the time her mouth reached Paige's chest though, Paige's patience was apparently wearing thin. Emily replaced her fingers with her lips, softly taking a nipple into her mouth, swiping her tongue across it, once and then twice, before biting down gently, Emily unable to hold back the smile tugging onto her lips as Paige's centre rocked up against her, begging for much-needed friction, her arousal evident against Emily's thigh. Emily leant down, kissing Paige deeply, deciding that it was time to get to where Paige needed her most.

Emily pulled back to meet Paige's gaze, smiling at the semi-pleading look Paige shot her. Emily trailed her hand across Paige's torso, stroking the skin of her stomach gently, hesitating to go further. It was then that Paige finally cracked, her fingers grasping at Emily's wrist, urging her hand lower. Emily shook her head. She loved fucking Paige, but she'd done that twice already, and now she wanted something else.

She pressed one last pacifying kiss to Paige's lips as she pulled her hand away, instead wrapping both hands around Paige's thighs, tugging her closer as she leant back down, allowing her lips to once again trail over Paige's skin, this time intently. She kissed her way across Paige's abdomen, stopping briefly, sucking gently at the skin over Paige's hip bone. She smiled against Paige's skin when her lips trailed down the crease of Paige's thigh, Paige's legs widening invitingly as she drew nearer to her desired destination. As satisfying as Emily knew it would be to make Paige beg, she could never seem to tease like Paige so often did; she'd never really had the patience.

Paige groaned loudly when Emily nipped at the skin of her inner thigh, her hips twitching upwards beneath Emily's fingertips. Emily smirked as she settled into place, looking up to find Paige watching her, enjoying the moan that escaped Paige's lips as she slowly edged closer. Emily had craved this for days, she'd even found herself daydreaming about it. Finally her lips ghosted tentatively over Paige's clit, Emily unable to stop a moan of her own passing her lips at the sensation, the vibration the sound caused obviously having an effect on Paige, her hips canting upwards once again.

Emily knew when it came to sex that Paige liked to be inside her, that she loved to spend any manner of time working Emily up until she physically begged for it. For Emily, it was this that she loved, that she craved, the taste, the feel, the way Paige's hips twitched beneath her fingers and how her thighs quivered aside her head.

One hand slipped beneath Paige to urge her closer, a choked sigh passing Paige's lips as Emily's tongue began sweeping through Paige's wetness in broad strokes, making sure no part of her went untouched. Unlike earlier, her movements now were definitely calculated, each flick of her tongue designed to send Paige toppling over the edge. Emily moaned into Paige's centre as she continued doggedly, spurred on by the moans above her, the movement around her, dipping inside Paige's opening briefly before making her way back to Paige's clit again, now flicking back and forth over it quickly.

Paige's fingers had worked their way into Emily's hair, tugging lightly, holding her in place, urging her on, Emily aware that Paige was almost there. She began alternating between firm sucks and calculated licks, a memorised pattern that she knew drove Paige wild consistently. Her eyes flicked up to Paige briefly just in time to watch Paige arching above her, a loud cry meeting Emily's ears, Paige's body rigid as her release coursed through her.

Emily kissed her way back up Paige's body as she came down, pressing a soft kiss to Paige's still panting lips before settling onto her side, smiling satisfactorily as she studied how well and truly spent Paige was. Her fingers trailed lightly across Paige's lower lip, Emily taking a moment to admire just how beautiful Paige looked, to appreciate just how lucky she was to get to be the only person to see her this. She pressed her lips to Paige's once again, smiling warmly as she pulled away.

"I really love you."

"Mmm," Paige hummed in response, her eyes remaining closed. Emily laughed lightly, unashamedly proud that Paige couldn't quite form words just yet. She tugged at the covers until they surrounded them both, her head coming to rest against Paige's shoulder, her fingers stroking the skin of Paige's torso softly as she closed her eyes, relaxing against her.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked after a beat, feeling Paige's hands creeping up her sides, Paige's lips ghosting softly over the skin of her neck.

"What do you think I'm doing," Paige mumbled huskily against Emily's skin, trailing her fingertips up Emily's spine before urging her closer. "It's your turn."

"You don't have to."

"You don't want me to?" Paige asked in surprise, her voice carrying a little disappointment.

"You're tired."

"Emily."

"Paige, you look exhausted," Emily smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Paige's lips. "Let's just go to sleep."

"But I haven't made you…you know."

"You don't need to. Tonight was about you."

"You really took that whole pillow princess joke to heart, huh?" Paige teased, earning herself a playful glare from Emily. "I'm only joking."

"You better be," Emily warned playfully.

"You have spoiled me tonight," Paige grinned, pressing a firm kiss to Emily's lips.

"I wanted to say thank you," Emily reminded her, their lips connecting again, this time lingering.

"In all seriousness though," Paige began as she pulled back, trailing her hand down Emily's body, not hesitating as it dipped between Emily's legs. Emily whimpered as Paige brushed against her, knowing full well her arousal was obvious, even through her underwear. "You're just going to ignore this?"

"No," Emily sighed, unable to ignore just how good the subtle rubbing Paige had began to do felt.

"That's what I thought," Paige grinned, urging Emily onto her back, Emily rolling her eyes at the satisfied smirk that made its way onto Paige's lips.

She'd wanted tonight to be all about Paige. Partly to thank her for how wonderful she was with her Mom, partly to quell the desire, the need Emily had had for Paige beneath her since the last time she'd been able to touch her. She held Paige's gaze for a moment, a smirk of her own forming as she realised that perhaps this could still be about Paige.

"I was just going to take care of it myself actually," Emily said steadily, trying to sound nonchalant, her lips twitching into a smirk at the look of surprise on Paige's face. She could tell that Paige thought she was joking, but she held her gaze, determined to get Paige to back down first.

"Oh," Paige smiled, surprised. Paige stilled her hand, propping herself up on one elbow confidently, Emily's eyes still fixed on hers, silently asking Paige if this was actually turning her on. Paige looked at her contemplatively for a moment before pulling back, an intrigued smile tugging onto her lips. "Okay then. Go ahead."

The light was dim but Emily was sure she could see Paige's eyes darken. Something about Paige had always managed to make her lose her inhibitions, especially in the bedroom, but the idea of being watched was making her feel as nervous as it did aroused.

Still, something in Paige's eyes spurred her on, the nerves in a way adding to the thrill of it all, to the tension slowly rising in the room. Emily tried her best not to shy away from Paige's gaze as she allowed her hand to trail down over her chest, suddenly incredibly confused about how on earth she was still wearing a bra, especially when Paige had been eagerly grabbing at her for half the night. Her hand traced over the mound slowly, scarcely, once again something about Paige's eyes, eyes that had yet to break away from her own, reminding her that she didn't need to put on a show. Emily knew that what turned Paige on the most was just how blunt she became about what she wanted once she was worked up.

Emily grabbed at her chest firmly, the action the catalyst that finally tore Paige's eyes away from her own, Paige's eyes instead now choosing to follow the movement of Emily's hand which had found her nipple over the fabric, pinching and twisting, Emily not bothering to hold back her soft moans. The look in Paige's eyes gave her the confidence to be bold, to not hold anything back. Emily pulled the cup down roughly, repeating her actions, this time the results far more intense now that her fingers met bare skin, arousal jolting straight to her core as she heard Paige let out a soft moan of her own at the action.

Her eyes met Paige's briefly as she felt Paige tugging the covers away, Paige's eyes soon returning to her hand as it began moving almost of its own accord down her body, across her stomach, eventually dipping into the waistband of her panties.

Emily was wet.

Unsurprisingly so after hours of doing nothing but take Paige in every which way she wanted, Emily not surprised at all to find herself so worked up. Her fingers glided easily across her clit, her hips lifting a little at the sensation, her head tilting back as she let out another moan.

Emily could feel Paige shifting beside her, but whether Paige was moving for a better view or moving closer to touch her, she couldn't tell. Her eyes were shut tight, her focus drawn to the pleasure slowly beginning to hum throughout her body.

Emily felt Paige moving again, this time seemingly to hover over her, though it felt as if Paige was making a strong effort not to touch her. Emily's movements stalled momentarily when she felt a gentle nudge to her knee, Paige encouraging Emily to spread her legs wider. Emily obliged, meeting Paige's eyes questioningly, wondering what Paige's next move was going to be.

"Don't stop," Paige husked.

Emily watched as Paige settled into place, kneeling between her legs, still being careful to touch Emily as sparingly as possible as she positioned herself comfortably. Emily did as she was told, resuming her movements, this time slipping a finger inside herself, her hips canting as she began to settle into a rhythm; whimpers, moans and the occasional curse escaping her lips. Her movements faltered once again when she felt Paige's hands sliding up her thighs, to her hips, Paige's fingers gripping the hem of her underwear.

"Don't stop," Paige repeated.

Paige's eyes met hers once more, Emily struggling to keep up the eye contact as the pleasure building up inside of her began to overtake her. Paige's eyes left hers as she began tugging the garment down, past Emily's knees, Paige releasing a moan of her own once the material was tossed aside. Emily added another finger, picking up her thrusts, sure she could hear another moan of Paige's mingling with her own.

"Fuck Paige," Emily gasped, wanting, needing Paige to know that for all she was touching herself it was Paige that was turning her on, Paige's eyes on her spurring her forward, that it was all for Paige. Emily looked up again, a breathy moan escaping her lips at the expression on Paige's face.

Paige seemed transfixed. Emily almost came then and there, watching Paige watching her, overwhelmed by the way Paige was looking at her, Paige almost mesmerised by the movement between her thighs. Their eyes met once again, Emily sure, certain, Paige had never wanted her more.

"Don't stop," Paige murmured once again as she lowered her head, beginning to pepper heated kisses across Emily's chest, her stomach, adding in the occasional suck or bite, nothing about her movements slow of gentle. Her hands slid upwards, grasping roughly at Emily's breasts, shamelessly tugging down the material of Emily's bra until all of Emily was exposed to her. All the while Emily did as she's told, never stopping her movements, thrusting wildly, enjoying the way the back of her hand would occasionally brush against Paige's torso. Then Paige's kisses began moving lower, and Emily's movement faltered again, though she quickly reminded herself; don't stop. Emily kept going, trying desperately to hold off as Paige's lips trailed lower still, across her hipbone, down the crease of her thigh. Emily could sense something was coming, slowing her movements slightly, wanting to hold off for it.

She felt a kiss pressed to her hand, the one buried within her, a loud groan escaping her lips. Emily was surprised by just how worked up all this was making her, she rarely managed to get this worked up by herself. But of course, she wasn't alone. She felt Paige's tongue snaking out, crying out at the sensation of Paige licking her fingers as her hand stilled within herself, her movements faltering again when Paige pulled away completely.

Paige moved to hover over her, her hand snaking down Emily's body, Emily soon feeling Paige's fingers gripping her wrist, tugging her own hand away from her centre.

Emily was pleased. Holding off was getting harder, and she was happy to discover that her gut feeling about Paige was correct; Paige wanted to be the one to get Emily off in the end.

But as always, Paige was full of surprises.

Paige began guiding her hand, Emily's stomach flipping as she felt the fingers that just seconds earlier had been buried deep inside herself being pressed against Paige's own entrance, Paige urging Emily to enter her. Emily didn't know who moaned when she pressed inside, whether it was her or Paige or the both of them together. Emily felt herself flood at the feel of Paige around her fingers again, coupled with the look on Paige's face.

Paige began rolling her hips into Emily's hand, much like she had on the couch earlier, but this time, in Emily's opinion, it was ten times hotter. Paige was moaning, her eyes shut tight, her lips inches away from Emily's, but Emily resisted the urge to kiss her. Something about watching Paige's face was mesmerizing to her. Emily moved her other hand, which had at some point found itself gripping Paige's hips, down across her own body ready to resume touching herself, only for Paige to pin it to the bed roughly, silently telling Emily she was done touching herself tonight. Paige was rocking into her hand with vigour, moaning, her free hand grasping roughly, almost greedily at Emily's skin.

"Fuck."

Emily picked up her pace, trying to keep up with Paige's rocking. Paige cried out momentarily before connecting their mouths briefly, pulling back and panting against Emily's lips.

"Paige I…"

"I know what you need."

Emily let out a cry of her own as she felt Paige thrusting into her, three fingers quickly beginning to move frantically in and out of her. Emily managed to open her eyes, looking up at Paige, once again taken aback by just how much want and desire she found there, along with the pleasure, the love, it was all too much.

It didn't take long before Emily felt her stomach tightening, the long-awaited release exploding within her, well aware that the cry that escaped her lips could be heard clearly by Dawn across the hall, hell, probably by the entire floor. It didn't make her hold anything back, a string of moans and curses falling from her lips as she came, the sounds mingling with Paige's own grunts and groans. She soon felt Paige collapsing on top of her, Emily hit with aftershocks once she felt Paige tightening around her fingers, Paige muffling her own cry of ecstasy by capturing Emily's lips in a messy kiss.

Emily couldn't move, the weight on top of her telling her that Paige couldn't either, not that she cared. They laid entwined together as they panted, both letting out disbelieving laughs as they came down from their highs.

"That was ridiculous," Paige managed to say, rolling off of Emily with a contented sigh, shaking her head with another laugh as she met Emily's gaze, smiling softly.

"That was amazing," Emily corrected, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, flinging it onto the floor before collapsing back onto the bed, not waiting long until Paige was snuggling into her side. Paige's hand smoothed across her stomach, soft kisses being placed to her collarbone, Emily's eyes closing in satisfaction as she felt Paige's head coming to rest against her shoulder.

"Shoot."

Her contentedness was short-lived. She slid from the bed with a groan, reality slowly creeping back in. It wasn't Monday night anymore, it was early Tuesday morning, and Emily knew she couldn't afford to over-sleep.

"Where are you going?" Paige groaned groggily, lifting her head from the mattress, peeking one eye open. "No, no. Clothes? Why? I much prefer you without them."

"I'm looking for my phone," Emily explained as she tugged on one of her go-to Paige sweatshirts. She smiled a little at the whine Paige responded with, leaning down to toss Paige a shirt of her own to change into a she looked around for her bag. "Shoot."

"I just heard you say pretty much every curse word under the sun, but now we're done you can't even say the word shit?" Paige asked with a bemused smirk, Emily simply flashing her an unamused glance. "What is it?"

"I can't find it."

"Do you really need it right now? It's…3am, who you gonna call?" Paige sighed, getting up and making her way towards Emily, completely ignoring her lack of sleeping attire. Her arms slipped beneath Emily's top, her fingers splaying out across the bare skin, Emily giggling a little as Paige leant back, her feet leaving the ground momentarily. "Come on, take this off," Paige grumbled grumpily into Emily's neck. "Come back to bed with me."

"I need to find it to set my alarm. I think I left it in the hallway."

"You can always use my alarm?" Paige suggested, a little begrudgingly, her arms wrapping around Emily's waist tighter, Emily relishing the feel of Paige's bare legs tangling with her own. "Or better still, you could play hooky with me? We can spend the day in bed?"

"Paige," Emily warned.

"Emily," Paige mimicked. "Work, bad. Sex, so damn good."

"You know I can't," Emily sighed with a frown, feeling Paige's arms tightening around her waist once again. "And you know how much I'd love to."

"I know," Paige sighed, kissing the soft skin of Emily's neck, relenting. A devious smirk tugged onto her lips as she lifted Emily off her feet once again, the action met with a scream of giggles when Paige unceremoniously toppled them back onto the bed.

Paige released her grip a little as the laughter died down, shuffling back a bit and allowing them to readjust, Emily ensuring Paige's arms remained wrapped around her as she settled onto her side, pulling the covers up around them once again. "Do you want me to go get that?" Emily asked, motioning to Paige's own sleep shirt which had found itself back on the floor.

"Nah," Paige smiled against Emily's skin, snuggling into her, trying to get as close as physically possible. "You can keep me warm tonight."