Guest Yep, Emily finally got some.

Nyxxyn I'm glad you liked that. I thought it was kind of sweet. Yep. She totally had her going. But, Paige will get her back.

Guest lol. Is this "now" enough for you? lol. I wish I could post more often. Heck, I wish I could post every day.

Guest I'll take unexpected as a compliment. I like to keep people on their toes.

Chapter 38

Emily shrieked with laughter as Paige's hands tickled up and down her sides. She struggled, trying to wiggle her way out from under Paige, but was pinned. Paige pressed her knees against Emily's hips, holding her in place, and hunched over, elbows drawn in, protecting herself from any attemtps at tickling in retaliation. It left Emily pushing ineffectively at her shoulders as she writhed beneath her.

Laughter bubbled up in her throat as squirmed beneath Paige, her own hands running up and down Paige's back and digging into her sides when she could get a grip, trying to find a sensitive spot. . Emily was at a bit of a disadvantage, because she was still learning Paige's body. She didn't know all the sensitive spots she could only guess at them. And, Paige's hands seemed to be everywhere, digging into her sides, feathering across her stomach, teasing the crease behind her knee. She parted her lips in expectation. Paige pressed a series of quick, light pecks to her lips, but resisted Emily's efforts to deepen them, turning her head away so Emily caught her chin or her cheek instead. She chuckled lightly each time Emily tried to catch her lips and missed. Both of them laughing as she peppered Emily's face with kisses, hands continuing to feather up and down her sides.

Emily wrapped her arms around Paige's shoulders and pulled her down, capturing her lips. Paige chuckled as she finally gave in and deepened the kiss. She slipped her tongue into Emily's mouth and teased it with her own, feinting and parrying. So really, not giving in at all.

Her guard was down now though, so Emily slipped her hands beneath the collar of her shirt and ran her fingertips along the base of her neck. She chuckled when Paige shivered and tried to squirm away, but held fast, continuing to exploit the ticklish spot she had found there.

It wasn't long before Emily was breathless and panting, her sides sore and her throat raw from laughing and half-heartedly pleading for mercy. Emily was still laughing when Paige slipped inside her, the sound strangling in her throat and quickly morphing into a moan.

Paige chuckled againt her lips as she slipped out, and teased along Emily's entrance. Her movements an echo of how her tongue had teased inside Emily's mouth, a feint and parry that had Emily gasping for breath and clutching hard at Paige's neck, fingers digging in as her hips rolled restlessly, trying to find a rythmn.

Emily had thought she had an understanding of what sex would be like. Her dreams, her fantasies, the self-exploration had showed her that it would be good. That it would be pleasurable. But, she had never imagined that it could be fun. That she could laugh and feel playful, during.

Paige's touch was feather light as she stroked against her, the tips of her fingers shallowly entering her at random intervals that left her hips jumping in an attempt to force her fingers in deeper. Every so often her finger would slide up and flick across her clit, the touch maddeningly fleeting.

"Paige," she moaned, partially in protest, or maybe a plea as Paige continued to tease her. "Oh. God. Paige." Her moans became louder and more exaggerated.

"Shut up," Paige muttered, giggling against Emily's lips as she pinched her side with her free hand.

"I thought you said you liked it when I moaned your name," Emily managed, gasping softly as Paige's finger circled her clit. "Mmmm. Paige." She pitched her voice high and breathy, drawing Paige's name out as she arched up into the touch. "Oh. Paige. It feels so good."

"Not when you do it like that." Paige nipped at her lower lip in rebuke. "It's distracting."

"Well, then hurry up already." Emily had meant to make it sound like a command, but it came out as more of a whine as Paige's finger pushed shallowly into her entrance. "Fuck. Paige." She gripped the back of Paige's neck, hard and pushed her hips up as much as she could, straining against the weight holding her down in an attempt to push Paige's fingers in deeper. "Stop it."

"I'm confused," Paige teased, pulling out completely, ignoring Emily's whine of protest. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

"I swear to God, Paige." Emily reached down and gripped Paige's wrist. .She pushed Paige's hand back between her legs, "If you don't, I'm going to do it myself."

"Really?" Paige sounded both amused and delighted by Emily's words.

Emily had only said the words out of frustration. Paige's teasing her driven her to distraction and she was desperate for her to continue. But as Paige hovered over her, hand poised at her entrance with the seconds ticking by with no contact she was seriously starting to consider it.

The ache between her legs was throbbing so forcefully she could feel it thrumming through her entire body, pounding in time with her pulse. Her walls were clenching and fluttering, searching for something to close around. She needed something inside her. She wanted it to be Paige. But, she was willing to do it herself.

"As tempting as that sounds..." Paige hummed low in her throat, and then thrust inside her without preamble, rocking up her knees and leaning forward for extra thrust.

The breath was forced from Emily's lungs and she arched up off the bed, her hands scrabbling down Paige's back as her lips parted in a soundless cry.

"Is this what you wanted?" Paige husked, her voice low and right in Emily's ear as she set a punishing pace, her whole body rocking in time with her thrusts.

Emily could barely catch a breath, let alone answer. But, it was exactly what she had wanted. Paige's fingers pushed deep inside her, filling her in a way she hadn't known she was craving until she experienced it, but now knew she would never get enough of.

Paige's breath was hot, and rapid against the side neck. And she grunted softly with the effort of each thrust. The arousal simmering low in Emily's belly flared and took hold her body, racing across her skin like a wildfire.

The tension coiling through her muscles was becoming almost unbearble. She knew she was going to break soon. And even though it was exactly what she wanted, there was a part of her that still wasn't ready for it. There was a part of her that wanted to hang here in this moment for all of eternity.

It was beyond her control at this point though. The forces coursing through her were unstoppable. And it was only a few moments later when she felt her chest hollow out and her stomach pit, and then a wave of pleasure rolled over her.

Paige slowed her thrusts and pulled out, then collapsed bonelessly onto Emily. After a moment she rolled off her, heaving a sigh as she did.

"I need a cigarette," she muttered as she settled on her back next to Emily.

"What? You don't smoke. Do you?" She didn't remember ever detecting the scent of cigarettes on her clothing. She certainly hadn't tasted them on her. And, she was too much of an athlete to compromise her lungs like that.

"No. It's just you know in those old movies, they always light up after really good sex? When I was younger, I always thought it seemed classy and romantic."

"Well its not. It's disgusting." Emily's wrinkled her nose at the thought of smoke and ash. Her father smoked occasionally Or at least he had. Now that she thought of it, she didn't remember seeing him have a single cigarette when her parents were visiting. It was always a constant battle between her parents every time he came home from deployment. He would start off smoking like a chimney, and then as Pam nagged him he'd slowly wean himself off. And then he would get deployed again and the whole process would start again the next time he came home.

"You better not be thinking of taking it up."

"Hey. Easy. I'm not. It was just a joke."

"It better be," Emily muttered, just to get the last word in. Paige hummed, low in her throat but didn't say anything else. The silence stretched out between them. As the moments ticked past and Emily's heart rate dropped back to normal and the sweat began to cool on her skin she began to wonder if the silence was akward. She turned her head, staring at Paige's profile as she lay with her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. She was the picture of relaxation, her brow smooth, her expression neutral. But even so, Emily couldn't help but feel like there was something unsettled between them. She started to question her own actions. She had grabbed Paige's wrist and practically shoved her hand between her legs. Perhaps she shouldn't have done that. The more she thought about it, it seemed desperate and over-eager and demanding.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Paige rolled onto her side, the action bringing their faces so close together that Emily had to go cross-eyed to see her properly. She turned her head away, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're thinking so hard I can practically hear the gears turning." Paige propped herself up onto her elbow, resting her head on her hand. She draped her other arm across Emily's stomach. "What's up?" she asked as she slipped her fingers beneath the hem of Emily's t-shirt and stroked her hip lightly.

"Are you upset that I...took control?" she asked softly, keeping her gaze trained on the ceiling. "I mean, I was pretty aggressive and I-"

"What? Em. Look at me. Please."

Emily turned her head and somewhat reluctantly met Paige's eye. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, her nerves jangling as she searched Paige's gaze, half afraid of what she'd find there. Slowly, her pulse steadied and a sense of calm washed over her as she found herself staring into two dark, warm pools.

"I'm not upset. It's important that you feel comfortable enough to ask for what you want. Or to tell m what you don't like. Or if you want to try something. I'm glad that you were in the moment enough to feel like you could demand satisfaction. Besides," Paige added, a leering grin creeping across her features. "I thought it was kind of hot."

Emily's cheeks heated in a blush, but she felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips and a rush of warmth flood between her legs at the memory. "Okay. Sorry."

"I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to stop second guessing yourself."

Emily nodded. "I'll try."

"Do. Or do not. There is no try."

Emily let out a startled laugh. "Did you just quote Star Wars at me? In bed?" She shook her head. "You are such a dork."

"Yeah, well, you're the one that's sleeping with me."

"Remind me to rethink that."

"Oh, please. Like you could ever give it up."

Emily scoffed, but didn't actually deny Paige's words because they were true. Even completely losing her memory hadn't been enough to tear them apart. Somehow they'd still found their way back to each other. And Emily had found her way back into bed with Paige.

Apparently, resistance really was futile, she thought, but didn't voice. She bit back a laugh. So maybe she was a bit of a dork too. Thought, it was entirely Paige's fault. She had been the one to introduce her to all that nerdy sci-fi stuff in the first place. Star Trek. Star Wars. Terminator. Just watching her get all worked up and excited about it was almost enough to make letting her chose on movie nights worth it.

The way her eyes would light up and she would fidget in her seat whenever they were about to get to a "good" part, which seemed to happen every five minutes or so, but still it was adorable. The way she would so passionately defend the characters and their actions. Emily would make comments she didn't even believe just to watch her go off on a five minute rant simply because she enjoyed seeing the flush of Paige's cheeks and watching the movements of her hands as she spoke.

The only downside to Paige picking the movie was that they actually had to watch the movie. When Emily picked, Paige was on her within minutes and the two of them ended up making out on the couch until the credits finished rolling and the screen went dark. It was baffling, really, how any other time Paige could barely keep her hands and lips off her, but put an action hero, hobbit or alien in front of her and her attention was rapt.

"Okay. Pizza. Soda. Popcorn. I think we're set," Emily said, placing the tray loaded down with all the aforementioned items down on the coffee table and reaching for the remote. "Now, we just need to pick a movie." She circled the coffee table and dropped down onto the couch beside Paige. "Hey!" Emily let out a cry of protest as she felt the remote slip from her grasp.

Emily lunged at Paige, who turned away from her, hunching her shoulders and cradling the remote against her chest as Emily tried to get a grip on it and pry it from her hands.

"It's my turn to pick."

"You picked last week."

"No. Last week we watched Crash."

"No. Last week we put on Crash, and didn't make it past the opening credits before you had your hand up my shirt."

"Yeah, well, I didn't hear you complaining. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only words out of your mouth were encouragement. Oh Paige. Oh. Right there. Yes." She pitched her voice high and breathy in a very poor immitation.

Emily smacked Paige's shoulder. "I don't sound anything like that."

"You sound exactly like that."

"That's not even the point. We didn't actually watch my movie, so that means it's still my turn."

"You picked a movie. We put it on. What happens after that is irrelevant. You had your turn. Now it's mine."

They grappled for control of the remote for a few more minutes, but Paige was stronger. And unaffected by the pinching, poking and tickling that Emily employed to get her to relase her grip. Breathless and sweating, Emily flopped back into her seat, silently admitting defeat. Paige was humble enough not to crow in victory, but not so humble that she wasn't sporting a huge grin. Emily crossed her arms and glowered at her, but Paige was undetered as she scrolled through the offerings before finally settling on one, then tucking the remote into the gap between the couch cushions at her side for safe keeping, then shifted to sit over it. Emily huffed, though they both knew she wasn't above reaching around or across Paige to get a hold of it.

Paige got comfortable, leaning back against the cushions as the screen flared to life. Emily huffed again and slumped next to her. She wasn't really mad, just annoying at having been bested. She wasn't as competitive as Paige but she still hated losing.

Her focus wasn't on the screen, but on Paige, watching the way the lights of the tv reflected in her eyes and the colors played across her face. A soft smile played across her lips at the look of utter concentration Paige wore. It really was adorable. Like a little kid entranced by their cartoons.

Emily leaned up and brushed a feather light kiss to Paige's cheek. Paige's gaze darted to hers and she offered up a small, brief smile before her attention went right back to the screen. Frowning, Emily pulled back slightly and stared. If Paige felt Emily's gaze on her, she didn't let on. She leaned in again, this time pressing her kiss a little closer to the corner of Paige's lips. Paige turned her head just enough to catch the kiss, but didn't tear her eyes away from the tv, and turned back before Emily could deepen it. Emily stared at the side of her face in disbelief. Really? She laid her hand on Paige's leg, just above her knee and stoked lightly, her gaze trained on Paige's face for a reaction. Nothing. Slowly, she trailed her hand higher. Not even a twitch of the muscles beneath her hand or a flutter of an eyelash. She was starting to get irritated now. Emily reached the top of Paige's thigh and shifted so the tips of her fingers were grazing the inside, just inches away from the seam of her jeans. Nothing.

"Unfrickinbelievable."

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

"Just, it's no wonder nerds never get laid."

"Yeah."

"It's not that girls don't want them. They're just oblivious."

"Uh-huh."

It was clear that Paige wasn't even listening.

"I'm going to take my shirt off."

"Okay."

Emily had been joking. She had thought for sure, if anything was to catch Paige's attention, it would be that. The two of them hadn't been dating for that long, but things were progressing between them, physically. They had engaged in some pretty heavy under the shirt action, though neither of them had gone topless yet.

This movie was boring though. And she was annoyed by Paige's lack of attention. The fact that Paige's gaze wasn't on her was probably what made her bold enough to do what she did next. Emily pulled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the coffee table. The chill air of the room prickled against her skin and she resisted the urge to cross her arms. She felt vulnerable, exposed and yet also emboldened. Swimming and running kept her in good shape. She had a flat, toned stomach and strong, firm legs. Her arms were defined. She was proud of her body. Comfortable, and confident within her own skin. Even when so much of that skin was on display.

She was also, however, being completely ignored.

"Seriously?"

"Mm-hmm."

Huffing, Emily swung around, positioning herself on Paige's lap.

"What? Hey. Emily what are you..." Paige's protests trailed off as her gaze snapped up and she found herself eye level with Emily's bra-clad breasts. Her eyes went wide. Emily waited for her reaction with eager anticipation, her heart rate skyrocketing as she imagined Paige's hands, or even her mouth, against her skin.

She let out a huff of disbelief when Paige's gaze slipped past her to the screen before flicking back.

"Oh, my God. Really?" she swung her leg around, getting off Paige's lap.

"What? I'm sorry. It was a really good part." Paige's arms went around her waist, trying to stop her, but she scrambled to her feet and spun around, searching for her shirt through the tears that blurred her vision. She had never been so humiliated in her life. She couldn't believe that she had practically thrown herself at Paige, an Paige had been more interested in a stupid movie.

"Are you kidding me?" She finally snagged a piece of her shirt and picked it up. Blinking furiously she tried to get it rightside out before deciding she just didn't care and tugging it over her head anyway.

"Wait. Em. Stop."

Emily's attempts to pull her shirt on were thwarted by Paige's efforts to tug it back off again. Emily knew that when it came to feats of strength, Paige would always win. Slighing, she stopped struggling and released her grip on the material. As soon as she let go, Paige did too. The stood for a long moment panting, trying to catch their breath. Emily was still almost naked from the waist up, her shirt now stretched out of shapy and lying draped around her neck. Their eyes met in the muted glow of the television and just like that, the tension was gone. They both burst out laughing. Once again, Emily's vision blurred, only this time it was tears of laughter. Her stomach began to ache, and then Paige snorted and they both dissolved into another fit.

Eventually their laughter subsided, and Emily felt self-conscious and wounded once again. She reached for her shirt once again, only to have Paige grip her wrists gently, stopping her.

"Please don't put it back on." She stared imploringly into Emily's eyes.

Emily never could say no to that face. It was like kicking a puppy and taking candy from a baby simultaneously. She nodded, and Paige released her grip. Paige gathered the material of Emily's shirt and gently lifted it up and over her head. As soon as it was clear of Emily's body she tossed it aside.

Her gaze dropped down to Emily's torso. And this time it was no fleeting look. Her eyes were glued. Emily heard her breath hitch, her shoulders shifting with the force in which air was expelled from her lungs.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, her hands drifted up and came to cup Emily's breasts. This time it was Emily's breath that hitched, as a shiver coursed down her spine. Her knees buckled when Paige's thumbs slid across her nipples, sending them both toppling onto the couch. The movie now forgotten as their lips met in a deep, almost frantic kiss. Paige's hands found their way back to Emily's breasts and after a moment of kneading through the material of her bra, slid up her shoulder and tugged on the straps in question.

"Take it off," Emily mumbled, distracted with her own efforts of attempting to divest Paige of her shirt. She worked the shirt up Paige's back, the material stretching where it was caught between them, trapped by how closely their bodies were pressed together. But, with a few hard tugs she was able to force it up, only to have it snag as she tried to pull it over Paige's head. Paige grunted in displeasure and tore her lips away from Emily's raising up only long enough for Emily to remove her shirt completely, before diving back in.. Her lips unnerringly found Emily's once again, her tongue teasing against Emily's lips before slipping past them. Her hands went back to Emily's breasts, only this time, her touch met bare skin.

Emily gasped at the feel of the warm, slightly rough skin of Paige's hands against her. A low moan left her throat as Paige pinched and rolled at her nipples. This was the farthest they had ever gone, and in this moment she was wondering why they had waited so long.

"Fuck, Paige," she groaned, her head dropping into the crook of Paige's shoulder. "That feels amazing." Tremors of pleasure skated up and down her spine with each deliberate roll and tug.

Her own movements were less coordinated as she slipped her hands beneath the material of Paige's sports bra, not even bothering with the effort of removing it, and palmed her breasts.

She was suprised by how soft they were. How full and supple they felt beneath the her touch. She hadn't imagined that the removal of a single layer of cotton would make that much of a difference.

Paige moaned and arched up into her touch, her hands faltering as she succummed to the pleasure of Emily's explorations.

"Em. Hey, Em Where did you go just now?"

Paige's voice and the gentle pressure of her hand against her side brought Emily back to the present. She blinked, somewhat dazedly at her as her vision cleared of the memory. Or. Memories she realized. One had come back clearer than the others, but behind that image was a series of vague impressions.. Like a movie montage, they flicked through her brain. They flashed too quickly to process but once they settled, Emily was able to peruse through them.

Sitting in a restaurant across from Paige, pretending to stare at her menu but really taking peeks at her over the top. Nervous excitement fluttering in her stomach, making her feel both giddy and like she might throw up the meal that she had so eagerly agreed to go out for. The nerves easing as conversation flowed between them. Date night was just like any other night between them.

Walking hand in hand with Paige through the streets of Rosewood talking about everything. Talking about nothing.

Sitting on opposite ends of the couch both of them deep in concentration on their individual homework assignments. Music playing softly in the background. A feeling of peace and contenment flowing through her.

Doing laps in Paige's backyard pool, trading trash talk and urging each other on as they strived to shave off that last tenth of a second or get the timing of that turn just right. Swimming until their arms were leaden and their shoulders were sore and then doing one more lap just to prove they could. Being so tired they could barely pull themselves out of water and collapsing together on one of he lawn chairs, only to find a reserve of energy somewhere deep within and tap it, to make out for an hour until Paige's parents came home and the backyard lights flicked on.

It wasn't all of her memories. Not even close. And they seemed to be limited to the early years of their relationship. A lot of them were accompanied by a heightened sense of nerves and excitemet that came from new experiences and exploration. They didn't have that same, settled feeling that the few later memories she'd regained seemed to come with. But it was a start. The doctors had said it would take time. If she recovered them at all. . At the time it had seemed like an innsurmountale obstacle but now her memories were returning slowly, piece by piece.

"Earth to Emily."

Paige waved a hand in front of her face and she jumped. She shook her head to clear it, then turned to Paige, who was staring at her in a mixture of concern and bemusement.

"Everything okay?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded. "It's fine. I was just thinking the night I tried to seduce you. But you were too preoccpied with the movie to notice my boobs in your face."

"Hmm. Yeah. That was a good night." A smile spread across Paige's lips and her eyes went glassy as she remembered. "Wait a minute, I never told you about that." She sat up and stared down at Emily, eyes alight with excitment. "You remembered?"

Emily nodded. "That night. And, some other stuff too."

"Oh yeah? What other stuff?"

"Just, little things."

"Tell me about them?" Paige settled back down and snuggled into Emily's side, her head tucked in on Emily's shoulder, one arm and one leg draped across her. Emily wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her in close as she began describing the moments that had come back to her. Paige listened, offering context or giving her further information when details got a little fuzzy. After awhile, she started offering up little stories of her own. The longer they talked, the more the memories started to feel like her own. And to Emily it began to feel like simple reminiscing.