Author note:

In honor of Max Thieriot's favorite team, the 49ers going to the Superbowl this weekend. I hope you enjoy.

CH 47-My Own Personal Cheerleader

It was Superbowl Sunday and the team was gathering at Ray and Naima's house. Jason and Emma arrived early to help out.

Jason didn't even bother knocking but opened the door and called out as they entered. Naima greeted them.

"Jason, Emma! Thanks so much for coming early."

"No problem. Where's Ray?"

"Outside at the grill. Here Em, let me take that." She reached for the pan Emma was carrying. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yep. Seven-layer dip."

"Thanks honey. This is Ray's favorite."

Emma smiled. "I remembered from last year."

Naima took a step back and looked over Emma's outfit.

"I didn't think you were into football."

"I'm not. But the 49ers are Clay's favorite team so…" she shrugged and grinned.

"So, you decided to jump on the bandwagon, hmmm?"

"I thought it might make him smile."

"Well, once he sees you there's only going to be one thing on his mind."

Emma's eyes widened and she gasped, "Naima!"

"I meant football, of course."

They dissolved in laughter and headed to the kitchen. As they worked to fill the bowls of chips and pretzels and prep the rest of the food, Emma asked about the kids.

"Where are Jameelah and RJ?"

"At my mom's. I thought it might get a little rowdy tonight."

The doorbell rang as Naima was busy taking cookies out of the oven.

"Could you get that, Em? I'm not sure Ray will hear it from out on the patio."

Emma opened the door and Trent was standing there.

"Hey Trent." She gave him a quick hug. "The guys are out back. You can put the beer in the cooler out there," she said as she indicated the case in his hand.

Emma and Naima got the rest of the food ready. Soon Ray and the guys brought the burgers in from the grill and then settled in front of the TV. The doorbell rang again, and Ray opened the door. Brock, Sonny and Clay walked in with Vic just on their heels. The room got loud as they greeted each other.

Clay noticed Emma standing in the doorway to the kitchen and couldn't believe his eyes. She had her hair in pigtails tied off with gold and red ribbon. The 49ers jersey she had borrowed from him was knotted on the side, changing it to a crop top that stopped just about her navel. The outfit was finished off with simple, black leggings. He had seen her in leggings many times. But she usually had on an over-sized sweater or sweatshirt. This time he could see how they clung to her firm, round behind. She looked like a fantasy come to life. His own personal cheerleader.

He walked to her quietly and backed her against the doorframe and leaned down to kiss her. As their kiss ended, he whispered into her ear.

"How do you expect me to concentrate on the game when you look so hot baby?

She giggled and pulled him back down to her mouth. Sonny walked by and loudly announced, "Romeo and Juliet are at it already."

That caused everyone to stop and look at them, making Emma blush.

"You're just jealous Son," Clay returned.

The buffet was ready, and Naima told everyone to help themselves. Emma sat with Naima and Clay hung with the guys. After she was finished eating, Emma volunteered to go refill the coolers with beer.

Clay had finished off his drink and went out to the patio to get another. He approached the cooler and saw Emma bent over placing cans and bottles down into the ice. Once he saw her heart-shaped ass, he couldn't help himself. All sorts of interesting images flooded his mind. All of them involved him bending Emma over various pieces of furniture in the apartment and taking her from behind. He had to adjust himself as his body reacted to his thoughts.

As his mind cam back to the present, he saw Emma had stood up and was now facing him. She had definitely observed his reaction to her. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips in amusement.

"What ya thinking about?"

He just smirked in response and pulled her into his arms.

"Am I in trouble," she asked.

"Oh yea," he replied with a raspy whisper before claiming her lips and kissing down her neck. Sliding a hand down to squeeze the object of his musings, he lifted his lips from hers and looked directly in her eyes and continued, "Big trouble."

His voice sent a thrill down her spine. They both heard a loud roar from inside and they stepped apart.

"You better get back inside before they come looking for you."

"Uh…yeah, you're probably right." He blew out a breath and stroked a hand down his beard. He turned to go back inside but she called to him.

"Clay." He saw her holding out a bottle to him. "Don't forget your beer."

Emma waited a bit before following him inside. She slipped into the kitchen where Naima was refilling bowls of chips. She took in Emma's appearance and grinned.

"So, I was right then?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Clay can't keep his hands off you."

"How did you…"

She gestured to Emma's face and neck, "Beard burn."

Emma joined everyone in the living room. Her dad and Ray had rearranged the furniture so that the couch was facing the TV. She walked up behind where Clay was sitting and placed her hands on his shoulders. He turned and flashed her a smile and then raised his hand up and wove the fingers of his right hand through hers.

But Clay couldn't hold still for long. Each time the other team had the ball, he was pacing behind her. When the 49ers were on offense he was gesturing and yelling along with Sonny. She loved to see him so happy and carefree after what he had been wrestling with.

Emma had lost track of how many beers Clay had emptied by halftime. She had stopped at one glass of wine since it appeared, she would need to be the designated driver. She had drunk a couple seltzers and needed to use the bathroom. They guys had the kid's bathroom tied up, so she snuck back to the master. She exited the bedroom and started down the hallway to the living room. As she passed the kid's room, Clay reached out and pulled her inside, shutting the door.

"Clay," she squealed. "Were you waiting in her for me?"

"Mmmhmm." His lips were too busy on her neck to actually form words. He was crowding her against the wall as he slipped his hands behind her and down the waist of her leggings. She was wearing a thong, so his fingers came into contact with bare skin. They both moaned at the feeling.

She wrapped a leg around him and began to rub against the large bulge behind his zipper. All rational thought had left her until she opened her eyes. She glanced over Clay's shoulder and saw Jameelah's bed with all her dolls and stuffed animals. That brought her back to her senses as she remembered where they were and who was on the other side of the wall from them. Emma lowered her leg and reached around to remove his hands from her ass.

"Clay…Clay, babe. We can't do this here."

"Hmmm? What?" He was still placing sucking kisses to her neck. He was never this handsy when the team was around. He definitely had a buzz going. She laughed as she tried to get his attention.

"Clay, we can't do this in Jameelah's room. Do you want my dad or one of the guys to walk in on us?"

"Jesus, I'm sorry Em. I don't know what I was thinking. Once I saw you dressed like this…I couldn't keep my hands to myself."

"It's okay honey. I was hoping you would like my outfit. But I was thinking we could wait until we get back to the apartment before you show me how much."

"Alright. I'll try to be good until we get home, but then all bets are off."

They rejoined the team and if anyone had any suspicions about where they had been and what had gone on, no one mentioned it.

For the most part, Clay was true to his word. As the end of the game edged closer, Clay was pacing back and forth across the room. Once time ran out and the 49ers won, he yelled, clapped and high-fived everyone. They stood watching the post-game celebrations ad he stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her middle, resting his hand on her bare stomach. Everyone was focused on the screen as he dropped a few gentle kisses to the back of her neck and let his fingertips sneak under the edge of her shirt.

Emma only moved when she saw Naima starting to clean up. She didn't want to leave the whole mess for her. Emma carried empty bottle and bowls into the kitchen.

"Thanks, Em. Why don't you and Clay take off?"

"I don't want to leave you to clean up alone."

Naima laid a hand on Emma's arm. "Honey, I'm not going to let the guys get away with not helping. You know that."

Emma knew she was right. No one said no to Naima Perry.

"I think Clay is anxious to get you home."

Emma blushed but nodded anyway.

She walked back into the living room and Clay asked, "Ready to go honey?"

He took his keys from his pocket and she plucked them from his fingers.

"I am. But I'll be driving tonight sailor."

They said goodbye to everyone and walked out to Clay's truck. This was the first time she had driven his truck, so she took a minute to get situated. She turned the key in the ignition and started to back out when Clay spoke up.

"Em…"

"Yea?" She turned to look at him.

"Drive fast." He winked at her and she chuckled.