A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter(/?) of a fic I wrote for my girlfriend Mandajoy92 based on a roleplay we did, and a test at writing Bemily since I've been introduced to the ship.

Emily sat wearily at her airport gate, trying not to think about the long flight ahead of her and the fact that she wouldn't get to see Beca at the end of it, not until tomorrow. Her flight home had already been quite late in the evening, but the busy holiday travel had delayed it to be a little over two hours later than her original departure time, and flying later and then driving the extra hour or so from the airport to her apartment sounded like too much on top of everything else for the night. She had already texted Beca and let her know of the change of plans, and had started looking for available rooms at nearby hotels for once she'd landed back home, when another text from Beca arrived.

Hey, I thought you might like to know I'm not wearing any underwear 😏

The stress from the current flying situation had Emily slightly flustered and anxious and unable to know how to reply, but a moment later another text came in.

With you coming home tomorrow instead, it gives me a chance to do all the laundry I haven't done while you've been gone so all our things are in the wash 😅

Despite the travel stress (and the slight exasperation from knowing her girlfriend hadn't done the laundry while she was gone), the reply Emily ended up typing out and sending surprised even her.

I could have some fun with this.

She leaned back against her seat, staring down at the text she'd just sent and wondering where it had come from. She didn't have much time to think about it before she got a reply back.

Oh? What are you thinking?

As if someone else had taken over, she typed out another reply.

Are you comfortable with doing what I say?

What was she doing? Whatever it was, the seed had been planted, and a bright idea had sprouted in her otherwise overworked and tired mind.

There's, like, 45, minutes to kill while waiting for the wash, so...

Her heartbeat suddenly picking up, Emily bent over her phone, carefully typing each letter out and hoping no one around her could see what she was doing.

Can you be a good girl and play with yourself for me? Just rub your clit and see how wet you get.

She felt her face flush as she quickly looked over her message for typos, and laid her phone on her lap face down after she'd sent the text, only picking it up again after hearing Beca's special text tone after what felt like forever.

LEGACY 😳

Emily felt herself blush even harder, half regretting the last text but also slightly proud she'd been able to evoke such a response from Beca.

The slightly proud emotion ended up winning out, with Beca's next text that arrived.

I think that can definitely be arranged though. You little minx.

Emily took a quick look around at her immediate surroundings (a handful of people had gathered around the waiting area of her gate, but there was still a while before they were set to board and no one had sat down next to her) so she sent a quick reply.

Good girl.

The wait for the next text felt like it took forever, and as soon as Emily's phone went off with Beca's special tone, she grabbed for it.

I'm going to use the balls too, since it's been a while. If it's okay with you.

Emily sat up a bit straighter in her seat. It had been a while since they'd broken out those toys, usually reserved for Bellas practices that involved a lot of moving around and practicing for a new routine, so the ball's intended use could be satisfied, and made only better since they were the only ones who knew about them.

Absolutely, Beca.

She sat back in her seat once more, looking up to check the board at her gate to see that there was still a good amount of time before boarding and takeoff. A few more people had gathered at the gate, but it was still relatively quiet (and, still, no one had decided to sit by her).

Emily waited patiently for the next text, reaching for her phone again as soon as it went off.

The balls are in and I'm playing with myself. It feels so good.

Emily ignored the shiver that went down her spine at reading the words, quickly typing out her next reply.

I bet it does. Do you have your batteries charged for your other toy?

Emily took a quick look around to make sure she was still in her own world with her girlfriend while she waited for the next reply (which was slightly delayed, understandably).

I do! Can I play with myself with that now?

The telling someone else what to do thing was exciting her more than she was expecting (as she was usually the one on the opposite end of this).

Yes, but keep the balls in. I want you soaked for me.

Her phone went facedown on her leg once more, and she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart between replies, the excitement from what was happening making her realize that her own panties had gotten slightly damp. She rubbed her thighs together as inconspicuously as possible, quickly forgetting everything else as the next text came in.

It feels so good to play with myself like this for you, Em

Emily let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and wrote out her response.

Good girl. Now I want you to find a corner of something to rub up against.

She looked up just as a family of four sat in the row of chairs in front of her and blushed slightly, setting her phone on her leg face down almost guiltily. She was still excited, but couldn't help feeling the tiny bit of guilt? Shame? whatever it was that was creeping up on her, due to the texts. She quickly pushed it down with the next text.

Mm, fuck, I can't move, this position feels too good

Emily bit her lip.

Good girl.

She looked up after sending her next text and was a bit surprised to see the flight time had been changed yet again, and boarding would actually begin soon. She wondered if they'd be able to finish before she boarded lest she leave Beca hanging.

Fuck, the vibrator is right on my clit and one of the balls is right on my gspot. It feels sooooo good

Emily was used to normally hearing Beca's filthy mouth in person, so while it was different to hear it in texts, it wasn't completely unwelcomed.

I bet you look wonderful all turned on for me

An image of Beca lying in bed, flushed and spread out on their bed, her hand between her legs and her head thrown back against the pillow, little moans and whimpers coming from her mouth as she played with herself came to Emily's mind and she had to clear her throat and cross her legs, trying not to blush at the sudden little fantasy her mind had given her. She seemed to go unnoticed, thankfully.

She was still blushing when the next text arrived.

Am I allowed to come? I'm getting close

Emily considered replying no, not until she got home tomorrow and could make Beca come herself, but decided against that (despite tucking it away for another opportunity).

Since I won't be back tonight to make you come myself, yes. But make it count.

She found that she was enjoying being in charge here, telling her girlfriend what to do, and filed it away that it was something she'd maybe like to try more often in their sex lives. There would be time to think about it on the flight in a while; for now, the next message had arrived.

I'm gonna see if I can make myself squirt, for you

Emily's face immediately flushed at this text; Beca's secret 'talent' had accidentally been discovered recently and had become their new private joke.

Emily debated over her next message for a moment, typing out her reply.

If you're comfortable, mind showing me?

The next message took a bit longer to arrive, and Emily had no idea what it meant at first.

Uhhh...

She quickly began working out a reply (a combo of an apology for asking what she had asked but also what had happened) when she was interrupted by a photo message notification. Curiously (and cautiously), she opened it, and immediately felt herself blush again.

Beca's vibrator and pair of kegel balls were sitting in a small puddle, the outline visible against the towel she'd laid beneath herself. She had squirted.

Emily had to take a moment to compose herself before replying.

Fuck, Beca

After sending that, she scrolled back up slightly to look at the picture again, feeling herself get even more wet (belatedly realizing she was soaked at this point).

She was cut off as another text arrived, and scrolled back down to read it.

That was really fucking hot, you telling me what to do. See what you made me do? 😏

Emily cleared her throat again, composing herself to write a reply.

It was, and I do. We need to try that in real life sometime.

She sent the message and looked up, and felt her heart leap at the message that boarding would begin in five minutes. She felt good that she had been able to finish the session with Beca, even though she'd now have to deal with wet panties on the flight. And the flight in general.

She looked down to her phone screen just as Beca's new message arrived.

Please, like you'd be able to boss me around in bed in real life, Em. But sure, we could try it. Tomorrow after you get home, maybe 😏

Emily felt her heart flutter.

That sounds fun. I hate to leave it there, but boarding is about to begin, so I need to go now.

Just as she sent the text, the announcement for the A boarders to start lining up was given. Emily watched as the handful of A's lined up (including the family that had sat in the row of seats in front of her) until Beca's next message came.

Alright, safe flight. Love you, text me when you land.

Emily quickly wrote her own reply.

Love you too, and will do!

She sent the text and stood up, just as the A boarders finished with ticketing and boarding. Despite being busy with her family, Emily had been ready as soon as her check in time had come, so she'd managed to snag a B boarding ticket. She closed out of her texts with Beca and flipped to the page open on her phone that had her boarding pass, getting it ready to be scanned.

As she waited in line to board, her thoughts moved from between safe flight vibes, her and Beca's messages, and the comforting if not bittersweet thoughts of having to check into a motel room still miles from home instead of going straight home to Beca.

It would be a long night, but Beca had helped her get through the first part of it.

A/N: Stay tuned for more, and thanks for reading!