Chapter 4
A COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER
"Visitor, Charlotte," a nurse knocked and called in through the door.
Charlotte's brow furrowed as she read a book on her bed; Alison had already been. She was the only one who ever visited Charlotte.
Then Emily appeared in the doorway, looking nervous. Charlotte's eyes brightened and she sat up, putting her book down.
"Hey," she smiled.
"Hey," Emily echoed.
Charlotte tilted her head, biting her lip, "Close the door."
Emily complied, stepping further into the room looking around curiously, "Are you… okay?"
Charlotte pat the bed, "Bored… but I'm okay."
Emily sat on the bed, "You never told me it was going to end like this," she said quietly.
"A girl's gotta have her secrets," Charlotte shrugged.
"I didn't get to say goodbye," Emily muttered.
Charlotte bit back a smile, "You miss me, Americana?"
Emily's eyes met the older woman's, "Yeah," she said softly, "I do."
Charlotte smiled and put a hand on Emily's cheek, "I miss you too," she whispered, "I'm glad you came."
"Yeah, well – "
"Wanna come again?" Charlotte giggled at her own joke and with two hands pulled Emily closer, pressing her lips to soft ones.
Emily moaned into the kiss and let Charlotte pin her to the bed, crawling over her. Charlotte nipped Emily's collarbone as she held her wrists above her head, though she found upon releasing them she didn't need to hold them, Emily kept them there without the restraint.
"God, I've missed you," Charlotte whispered, her nose grazing Emily's cheek, "You're so sexy."
Emily hummed as Charlotte's hands pushed underneath her top.
"Hang on," Emily sat up, her common sense yanking her out of her passion, "We can't, here…won't they…" she looked to the door.
Charlotte followed her gaze before looking back at the girl lain beneath her, "Nah, they don't check on me much," she shrugged before nibbling her lip, "Don't you want to?"
"Oh no, I want to," Emily said so quickly that Charlotte laughed, "I just…"
Charlotte squinted, "What is it?"
"I know you're meant to be getting well in here and everything," the words tumbled out of the younger woman's mouth before she bit down on her bottom lip, hesitating.
Charlotte grinned, "Doesn't mean I have to give up all of my dolls, does it?"
Emily smiled sheepishly, "I hope not," she whispered, her fingers tickling Charlotte's hips.
"I was…" Charlotte hesitated, clearing her throat, "I was scared you wouldn't come."
Emily grinned, "I haven't yet."
Charlotte laughed, a twinkle in her eye, "Cheeky."
Emily bit her lip as she looked up at the older woman, "I really didn't want it to end like this," she said, "It must be awful in here. Can't we – "
"It's alright, Em," Charlotte smiled, "Really, it's not so bad. It's not Radley."
Emily nodded, "Okay. You won't tell Ali I came, right?"
"Course not," Charlotte smiled, "Don't worry, I know how to keep the nurses quiet," she nuzzled into Emily's neck, "Did I mention how much I've missed you?"
Emily lent her head back with a content sound, "Yes," she breathed as her legs shifted, "But you know it's more than just… I mean, I care about you."
Charlotte nipped Emily's neck gently, "I know," she whispered, "I care about you too, Americana."
She pulled her face from Emily's neck and pressed her mouth against the brunette's. Emily responded enthusiastically, keeping her hands above her head and allowing Charlotte's hands to encase as her face as she deepened the kiss. Charlotte's tongue invaded her mouth. Hard. Just like always. Emily felt Charlotte fingers move over her clothes, down to the hem of her shirt and onto the buttons of Emily's jeans. The younger woman broke the kiss and breathed against Charlotte's cheek.
"You're still good at that," Charlotte murmured, "Hope you haven't been practicing without me."
Emily was surprised; they'd never exactly spoken exclusivity, "Of course not," she answered honestly.
"How are the girls?" Charlotte asked suddenly, her fingers still hovering over the button of Emily's jeans.
Emily blinked slowly, looking at Charlotte's eyes, "They're okay," she said quietly, "We're having our farewells on Friday, that'll be… weird."
"Hard, I bet," Charlotte bit her lip, "You asked if I'm okay. What about you, are you?"
Emily smiled as Charlotte's hand swept through her brunette hair, "Yeah, I am. I just wish…"
Charlotte squinted at her, "What?"
"I just wish you weren't in here…"
"Really?" Charlotte quirked an eyebrow.
Emily frowned, "Of course!"
"What, so you'd just turn to your friend and be like hey, I'm dating A?"
Emily sighed, "Well, no. But I mean, Ali's the only other one staying. I wouldn't have to tell the others… not straight away anyway."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "You're cute but you know it wouldn't work. Not out there."
"You just like sneaking around," Emily smiled.
Charlotte laughed, "It is pretty hot," she agreed, pushing Emily's top up, revealing her smooth stomach.
Charlotte pressed her lips to it, while she unbuttoned Emily's jeans. Emily kicked the jeans off.
"Still so eager," Charlotte grinned.
Emily pouted, "It's been too long," she whispered, "You have no idea. I think about you every night."
Charlotte licked her lips, "Oh, my poor little unsatisfied doll," she giggled as she tickled behind Emily's ears, "Tell me what you think about me at night."
Emily laughed, "You love this," she said, "I think lots. I think about how long it's been since I got to see you smile, to feel your hands all over my bare skin," she sighed, "To feel your lips on my ear as you whisper about how… I'm yours," she blushed a little, biting her lip.
Charlotte's eyes shone, "Mmhm," she nodded, "Do you touch yourself?"
Emily hesitated before nodding, "Of course I do."
"But it's better when I touch you, right?" Charlotte grinned.
"Way better!" Emily agreed hurriedly.
Charlotte giggled, "Good answer."
Charlotte's fingers tickled the inside of Emily's thigh's, the younger woman's breath catching in her throat. Charlotte enjoyed watching Emily's face contort and then sigh as her fingers got higher and higher.
"You're still a tease," Emily breathed.
Charlotte laughed, "I'll tell you a secret," she whispered, "It's killing me."
Emily could see how the blonde's eyes had darkened, "Well then just do it!"
Charlotte tilted her head, "Do what?" she asked innocently.
Emily just looked at her for a moment, "Fuck me."
Charlotte tutted, "Someone's forgotten their manners."
"Oh my god," Emily groaned, "Please, fuck me. Pretty, pretty please. Please. Please."
Charlotte's small smile widened, "You're so sexy when you beg."
Emily grinned, "Am I turning you on?" she wondered, "Please, please, please Charlotte, fuck me. Please, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, please – "
Charlotte's mouth covered Emily's with a moan. She nipped on the younger woman's bottom lip and thrust her tongue inside. She felt, and heard, Emily moan right back and felt her hands start to tickle on the skin of her back. Charlotte grabbed her lovers hands and pinned them above her, hard against the mattress as she pulled away, breathing hard.
They looked into each others' eyes, blue to caramel, for a long moment, both breathing laboured. Then, not looking away, Charlotte's hand loosened on Emily's wrists and quickly made it to her underwear, removing it swiftly. She ran her fingers through the slick folds before raising her fingers to her mouth and licking.
"You're saturated," she grinned proudly.
Emily merely nodded, staring at Charlotte's fingers.
Charlotte laughed, "So cute," she whispered, "But since you did ask… or beg so very nicely," she thrust her fingers into the younger woman, satisfied when she heard the moans but she quickly covered Emily's mouth, "Shush, shush, not too loud," she whispered, casting eyes to the door.
Emily continued to moan as her hips bucked.
"Shh," Charlotte insisted, "Be a good doll for me, okay? Shh."
Emily bit her lip and quieted her moans, a whimper escaping her throat.
Charlotte smiled, "Good girl," she murmured, flicking her girlfriends' clit and giggling as Emily's eyelids fluttered.
"Mm," Emily moaned quietly, pushing her hips up into Charlotte's hand, aching for more contact.
Charlotte giggled, "You really did miss me," she bit her lip.
"Really… missed… you," Emily's breathing became more laboured as Charlotte pushed deeper, harder, "Ohh, Charlotte."
"Shhhhh!" Charlotte giggled as Emily's body begun to shake out its orgasm. She turned her face into Charlotte's shoulder, biting into her shoulder. Charlotte ran her fingers through brunette hair, kissing the top of her head, "Your visits are infinitely more enjoyable than Ali's."
