Author note:
Just a little fluff for your Sunday. I hope this shows up in the correct order. Uploading was weird.
CH 10-Language Lessons
Clay and Emma made it through the week pretty much as normal. Bravo was back on rotation, but they hadn't caught any new intel or threat packages. That meant Clay was able to attend Mikey's game on Wednesday and take Emma out to a movie Friday. He let her pick the movie and she chose a 'period piece romance' with subtitles. It was all in Russian. Clay almost cringed. But as long as Emma was happy and he got to spend time with her, he would deal. Since Russian wasn't one of the languages in his arsenal, he occupied himself by trying to untangle the dialogue. The movie ended early enough that they were able to go back to his place for a while. They cuddled on the couch and talked about their days apart.
"What did you do Clay? If you can tell me?"
"We did some training and assessing with Green Team. Jason's trying to see if anyone seems like a good fit for Bravo."
"Did Dad behave himself?"
"He wasn't any harder on me than usual."
"Are you sure?"
"I did catch him staring at me a lot, but that's about all that was out of the ordinary."
"Staring?"
"Yea. Like he was trying to get inside my head."
"I hope not, that would be awfully awkward," she laughed. "He really would use you for target practice then." He chuckled and tickled her.
"How was your week honey? How'd those tests go?"
"Fine, I think. I know that I aced my Literature mid-term, but I'm not so sure about Spanish."
"Em, seriously? You know I'm happy to help you out if you need it. Why didn't you ask me?
"It just seemed kind of a stupid thing to talk to you about."
"Sweetie, nothing about your life is stupid. I'm here for all of it, ok?
"I know."
"That's my girl." He smiled and placed a kiss on the end of her nose. "Does that mean you are going to be my private tutor?"
"I guess so."
"I don't know how I'll pay you back," she teased as she straddled his lap.
"I'm sure we'll think of something." He reached for her and she swatted his hands away. She started to unbutton her shirt. Clay didn't expect anything in return. But he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to get his hands and mouth on her breasts. He sat there, mesmerized by each new inch of skin she revealed. Once she had her shirt completely unbuttoned, he could no longer keep his hands to himself. He helped her slip her arms out of the sleeves and laid it on the couch next to them. He brought his hands up to cup her and tease her nipples through the lace of her bra. Emma relished the feel of his hands on her and rolled her head back, exposing her throat.
Clay growled low and whispered, "Repeat after me, el cuello." He then reached a hand up and around the back of her neck and drew her to forward. His lips hovered over hers, waiting.
"El cuello." He captured her lips, slipping his tongue along the seam between them. He pulled back. "Los labios."
"Los labios," she stuttered out. He pressed his lips to hers, "el beso."
"El beso." He kissed her again, "Los besos."
She shuddered, "los besos."
He continued to tease her by tracing patterns on her neck and down to her cleavage. Emma reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Clay fixed his eyes on her as she bared her breasts. He pulled her forward so he could use his tongue to tease her. "El pecho."
"Clay…"
"Yes?"
"Lesson over," she said firmly. He pulled her forward to lick at her nipples. Her arms came up to encircle him, trying to get closer. "Ahhh, mmm. That damn talented tongue of yours." She circled her hips on top of the large bulge behind his zipper. She released him and moved her hands to start unzipping him, but Clay's hands stopped her.
"Honey, you have no idea how much I want to be with you right now. But, we can't tonight baby." She drew back with a questioning look. "Emmie, I'm not gonna have a quickie with you and then have to take you home and drop you off." She nodded, knowing he was right. If they made love, she wouldn't want to leave him.
He pulled her to rest on him and she laid her head against his shoulder. He ran his hands gently up and down her back. Emma sighed and he could feel her relax against him. He kissed her head every now and then and held her. Her breathing evened out and slowed.
"You still with me Em?" He got no response. Smiling to himself he reached over to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around her to keep her from getting cold. Clay set the alarm on his watch so he could get her home at a decent time. He snuggled Emma more securely in his arms and closed his eyes. He soon drifted off as well, dreaming of the day when Emma wouldn't have to leave him.
