Emily sighed as she laid down on her comforter. Her robe was open, the ends landing at her sides showing the purple nightie she had put on. She grabbed for her phone which lay beside her. She really needed to talk to Dean.
…
Dean smiled at the form of his daughter's sleeping body. She had fallen asleep watching something on TV, and was laying on the couch, a blanket over her.
His smile quickly faded when he heard his cell phone ringing. He ran over to the island in the kitchen, his smile returning when he saw the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey honey." He could hear the exhaustion in her voice.
"Em? You ok?"
Emily nodded against her phone, delicately sliding her fingers up and down her hip. "I'm just tired. Dylan asked me if I was sending him away too." She groaned and quickly picked up her head before slamming it back down onto her pillow. "God I think he's scared of me now."
Dean hid a laugh as he walked upstairs to his room, sitting on his balcony to the view of the beach. "Sweetie I bet he's just missing his sister. You guys are still coming in a week right?"
"Of course we are."
Dean nodded before collapsing onto his bed. "Well than he'll be able to see her. Ok?"
Emily nodded again biting her lip, letting her fingers slowly drift under the hem of her nightie. "You know, you've been gone for maybe a month already. How much longer?"
"Two more months. We're one behind because the main actress had food poisoning."
"Who's the main actress again?"
"Aniston. Jennifer Aniston."
Emily smiled before slipping one finger under her panty line. "You know I've always wanted to meet her."
Dean's eyebrows knitted together as he sat up against his headboard. "Em are you ok? You're voice is all… husky."
Emily gave a throaty chuckle before a suggestive moan as her finger began to circle around her clit. "I have missed you so much, I'm taking care of your duties."
"My duties?"
"Yeah. Like pleasuring you wife…"
Dean's eyes bugged out of his head as his body shot up. "God, you're doing that now?"
She let out a groan before feeling how wet she was. "Of course. I always need your voice to make myself-"
"Mommy!"
Emily groaned as she removed her hand and sat up in bed, covering herself with the comforter.
"Emily? What's wrong?"
She shook her head against the phone. "Hold on." She put the phone against her chest as she put on a smile. "Come in buddy!"
Dylan opened the door and came running into the room, jumping onto his mother's bed. He crawled over to her and sat by her side.
Emily smiled as she ruffled his hair. "What's up honey?"
He pointed to the phone before scratching his head. "Is that daddy?"
"It is. You wanna talk with him?"
Dylan nodded enthusiastically before grabbing the phone from his mother's hand and putting it on speaker phone. "Hi daddy!"
There was a laugh on the other end. "Hey buddy. Do me a favor, apologize to your mother for grabbing the phone from her."
Dylan looked up to his laughing mother. "Sorry mommy."