Disclaimer: I own nothing! :'(
Author's Note: Soooo sorry my updates have been far and few between and that my usual quality of work might not have been up to par. My Grandmother died and my family and I had to go home to Russia to bury her and handle her assets. I'm sorry that I've been gone but I couldn't help it, thankfully everything has been settled and now I can hopefully update normally again.
But I've decided to dedicate this to my loving Grandmother (Babushka in Russian) Anya Maria Ivanov, may she rest in peace, forever in Heaven.
"Happy birthday." A deep, husky voice whispered against the shell of her ear. Throaty and raspy with desire. The masculine voice was so familiar, Emmalin didn't even need to turn around to know that it belonged to Specialist Jeremy Sherwood, her boyfriend of eight months.
"Mmmh, happy birthday to me." She laughed, turning around in his arms. Despite her tall heels, the now eighteen year old had to stand on her tippy-toes to place a soft kiss against Jeremy's soft lips.
"You're an adult now, and now you can do adult things." He whispered against Emmalin's lips quietly. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. Not just the two months that they had been having sex, but for the whole eight months that they had been seeing each other for.
"I'm guessing you mean sex in particular, right?" The Army Brat teased, her slim hips grinding provocatively against the soldier's. Jeremy growled lustfully in response, licking her earlobe hungrily.
"Ahh, pretty and a sense of humor." the Specialist chuckled, claiming her lips with his own.
"My party starts in thirty." Emmalin giggled as Jeremy planted delicate kisses on her cheek and neck.
"And after that?" Jeremy Sherwood quirked one dark eyebrow, his hands wandering down to rest in the small of Emmalin's back. Long calloused fingers spanned nearly all of her lower back, fitting perfectly.
"I don't know, have any plans?" Emmalin teased, knowing full well that he had plans for both of them.
"I had a few in mind. What exactly were you hoping for, baby?" Jeremy questioned his girlfriend, his lips gliding over the skin on her slender neck, leaving a tender hickey on the hallow behind her ear.
"Hmm…having perfectly legal sex. With. You. Alone. Legally." The Army Brat punctuated.
"How about I whisk you away to a hotel for the night? Where we celebrate in private for the rest of the night and probably early into the morning, and late into the afternoon?" Specialist Sherwood suggested, running a lone finger down Emmalin spine slowly. The single digit left a trail of goosebumps down it's wake.
"Just the two of us for the whole night?" Emmalin asked, her voice filled to brim with excitement. He was leaving her in two weeks, and even though she knew it was selfish of her, she had been hogging him every available minute. She only had so much time left with Jeremy before he left for Afghanistan.
"In a hotel off-post. All night, baby. Just the two of us." His eyes dark chocolate eyes looked sad as he said this, they wouldn't have any nights like tonight for months to come. They had gotten to the point where he didn't know if he could go to sleep without feeling her curled up against him at night.
"That sounds so romantic Jeremy. I love it." Emmalin smiled, kissing his apricot colored lips lovingly.
"Good. Soooo….are you by any chance wearing sexy panties under this dress?" Jeremy asked, his brain heading straight toward the gutter.
"You'll just have to wait and see Specialist Sherwood." Emmalin blushed, her cheeks becoming a light cherry color.
"What's just a little peek?" Jeremy teased, giving her purple dress a light pull, giving her firm ass a squeeze. Emmalin swatted his hands away from her derrière blushing like mad. She gave him a tender kiss on the cheek before returning to her previous task of setting the placemats for dinner, more eager for the after party than the party itself.
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"Mom. Jeremy and I are gonna go ahead and take off. Don't wait up, 'kay." Emmalin Holden told her mother, pulling her boyfriend by the arm through the practically empty room that had less than half an hour ago held her energetic eighteenth birthday celebration.
"Emmalin, you're going to Jennifer's right? Jeremy's dropping you off and you're going to Jennifer's for the night, right?" Claudia Joy Holden asked, knowing where they were going and what they were going to do…unfortunately. But she would NOT think about it, she didn't need the mental images…happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…my daughter is not leaving to go get screwed by her boyfriend, she's going to her best friends, and they'll ride ponies, and watch Teletubies and eat ice cream. Yeah, denial is a beautiful thing sometimes.
"What? I'm not going to Jennifer's tonight. She left earlier and… Jeremy and I were kinda hoping fo-" Emmalin raised an eyebrow in confusion. What was her mom talking about?
"You're going to Jennifer's." Claudia Joy stated. The Army Wife left no room for argument.
"I'm…going to Jennifer's?" Emmalin questioned carefully.
"Yes. If you stay the night somewhere other then home, then it's at Jennifer's." Claudia Joy practically spelled out, glancing carefully in her husband's, General Michael Holden, direction.
"Ohh. Yeah I'm going to Jennifer's…all night." Emmalin and Jeremy exchanged a smirk.
"Good…have fun sweetheart." Err, what else was she supposed to say?
"Ohhh, I will. Jennifer's not going to let me get a wink of sleep tonight." Emmalin teased, pulling "Jennifer" close for a peck on the lips.
"Emmalin I can't pretend that I don't know you're going off to have sex if you keep saying things like that." Claudia Joy rolled her eyes as she took off to return a center piece to a storage closet.
"Sorry Mom. See you in the morning-" Emmalin called before her mother had walked more than a few steps.
"Late afternoon." Jeremy interrupted, correcting his girlfriend. If she thought she was leaving that bed before checkout tomorrow afternoon then she was delusional. They had to make up for future lost time, they had a deadline here, two weeks. And Jeremy Sherwood never missed a deadline.
"See you both then." Claudia Joy sighed watching Emmalin and Jeremy glide hand-in-hand to the exit, sneaking off to God-knows-where.
God, she needed a tylonel and a bottle of calamine lotion. A tylonel for the headache she was going to get when she explained to her husband why their daughter was slipping out of her own party, and a bottle of calamine lotion because she could feel her normally calm, cool, and collected self getting hives.