Author note:
I thought we could all use just a little fun fluff. Thank you all so much for your support. (personal and literary.) If you all are still enjoying this, I'll keep going. :)
CH 66-Anticipation
Monday, Emma was back to it. They had gotten home on Sunday and she just had time to do a little laundry and eat dinner. Clay was still on his time-off, but he tried to get back to some sort of routine too. He hit up the gym first thing. Running into Sonny, Trent and Vic was not planned.
"Hey there Bam-Bam. How was your vacay to the beach? Get much rest?" He just wiggled his eyebrows as Trent rolled his eyes and groaned. He did not want to hear this.
Apparently, Sonny was still enjoying goading Clay about Emma.
"It was fine man, relaxing."
"That all you got to say?"
"You really want to know the details Son? 'Cause I've got plenty to share if you wanna hear it."
Sonny smirked, realizing he was getting Clay to lose his cool. Clay put in his earbuds and started doing some chin ups at the bar.
"How about you Vicky Martin? Anything you wanna share with the class?"
Vic had no intention of betraying Clay and Emma's confidence. But he thought catching Sonny out after the prank he had played on him after he was recruited to the team would be fun.
"Not much to tell. Just chillin' at the beach during the day…and turning up the TV as loud as possible in the evening to cover the sounds coming from the Master bedroom… all night…every night." Vic grinned and proceeded to hop on the stationary bike and start peddling.
Trent visibly shivered and whacked Sonny in the stomach. "Thanks Quinn. I totally didn't need that mental image."
Emma got home on Monday with a boatload of homework. She wanted to change into some sweats and a t-shirt, but she was, for all intents and purposes, living out of a suitcase. Most of her things were over at the apartment. She sent Clay a text, not sure what he was doing at the moment.
-Hey honey. Are you free? -
-Hi babe. Yea just got done at the gym. What's up? -
-Can you bring me one of my sweatshirts? -
-Uh, sure. I need to shower up first. Then run home-
-Just shower over here-
-Okay. Be there in 15-
True to his word Clay made it to the house and found Emma upstairs in her room, working on her homework.
"Hi Em."
"Hey there." She looked up from her notebook and smiled. "You need a towel?"
"Yea. Thanks, Em. I'm gonna go ahead and jump in the shower."
Emma retrieved a towel and opened the bathroom door. Clay was just stepping into the shower. No matter how many times she saw his body, it still made her weak in the knees. Trying not to let her mouth fall open, she passed him the towel.
"Uh…here you go." She turned to leave the room, but Clay caught her arm, spun her around and pulled her to him.
He nuzzled her neck and purred into her ear. "Mmmm, Emmie."
She placed her lips on him and licked at his upper arm, at the groove that ran between his bicep and tricep. Clay let out a strangled moan. They both heard the front door close.
"Ugh!" Emma scrubbed her hand over her face. "I better get back to my room."
"Yea. And…I'll, I'll get in the shower. Em..."
"Uh huh?"
"Just a few more days…"
The anticipation was killing her, it was killing both of them. Neither could wait until they were in their place and could do as they liked, whenever they liked.
Emma went back to her room and dug around in the bag Clay had left on her bed. He had several t-shirts, pants, a few hats…and, yes! She found a sweatshirt. She pulled off her sweater and bra and slid Clay's shirt over her head. Then she settled back onto her bed and tried to concentrate on her work. When he was finished, he walked back into her room with pants unzipped, hanging low around his hips and pulled out a shirt to put on.
"Em, Clay," Jason called out. "I stopped for pizza, c'mon down."
The kitchen had been all packed up, so meals this week would be take-out. Mikey and Jason were already planted in front of the TV watching a hockey game when Clay and Emma got downstairs. They served themselves and joined her family in the living room. During the second intermission in the game Jason turned to Clay.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of this week?"
"Probably just hanging with Em, when she's home. Also, gonna keep hitting the gym. I thought about heading to the range tomorrow too. Just to keep sharp. Why?"
"I gotta move the hot rod from the garage this week. I'm picking up a trailer tomorrow. You think you could come over and help me get it loaded up and moved to the storage container?"
"Sure thing. When do you need me here?"
"About 9:00…will that work?"
"Sure thing. Hey, Em, what if I get here early and take you to school?"
"I would love that." She leaned toward him and offered up her mouth. Clay gave her a chaste kiss, remembering that Jason and Mikey were in the room.
The later spoke up. "Ugh! Really, c'mon guys…the game's back on. Enough with the talking and, ewww, kissing."
Clay laughed and patted Mikey on the back. "Just wait man. Kissing girls won't seem so gross in a couple years."
"Oh, kissing girls isn't gross," he informed them. "But Emma's not a girl."
Jason and Clay busted out laughing while Emma was completely indignant. "Well thanks a lot Mikey!"
Emma finished her dinner and went back upstairs to finish her homework while Clay stayed out of her way by watching the end of the game with her dad and brother. Once the game was over, he went to find Emma, to say goodbye before he went home for the night.
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, twirling her hair around her finger and humming some tune as she read from some huge textbook. Clay leaned against the doorjamb and watched her for several minutes.
Finally, he spoke up. "Looks like some pretty serious studying going on in here," he teased.
"It's how I do best. You know I hate complete silence."
"I just came up to say bye. I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow morning in time to get you to class."
He sat down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her lips over his in a goodbye.
Clay sat back up and grinned at her. "Nope, not gross at all."
"Oh you!"
She swatted at him, but he pinned her arm to her side and leaned in to kiss her again.
"Definitely not gross. In fact, I kinda like it." He drew his hand down her curves. "And you are most absolutely a girl."
"Thanks for noticing," she smirked.
"See you tomorrow. I love you, Em."
