Author's Note: I would like to say, thank all of you for reading, Thank you, for sticking with me, on this story. It means a lot to me that you'd take the time to read it. And even more that some of you take the time to leave such wonderful words of encouragement. You guys are the best. Really. XOXOXO
This one's just a bit of fluff, after all of the heavy in the last chapter or two. I hope that you enjoy.
Guest: Yeah, me too. I can't wait to have Paige and Wayne meet and interact in person. It's going to be so much fun.
Chapter 35
Emily was still reeling from her father's announcement as she and Paige settled upstairs in her room, a movie she doubted either of them were watching playing out across her laptop screen. She was doing her best to shake off the feeling, not wanting to spend the rest of Paige's visit distracted and out of sorts. Not that Paige would blame her, if she were.
Paige didn't seem bothered by the fact that her head was elsewhere. She didn't try and coax her into conversation, didn't call her out for being quiet, or distant. Instead, she seemed content to just lay there with her. And it made a swell of affection wash over her, so strong it would have bowled Emily over, were she not already lying down.
"You're kind of amazing, do you know that?" She propped herself up on one elbow so she could peer down at Paige
Paige made a show of pointing to herself, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, pantomiming a "who, me?" gesture.
"Yes, you, dork."
Paige's lips turned down in a pout. "Ouch. Hurtful. Not to mention, rude."
"Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" Emily pushed herself up a little further. "Want me to kiss it better?" She pressed a quick kiss to Paige's lips.
"Thank you," Paige said, once Emily had settled back on her side, head resting once again on Paige's shoulder. "But, I didn't really do anything."
"Are you kidding me?" Emily was back up on her elbow, smiling softly in amusement at the way Paige's eyebrows drew together in confusion. She wondered if she should start listing off all the things that Paige had done for her, starting with how perfectly she had handled everything tonight, and going back to when they'd first gotten together. "The fact that you don't even know how amazing you are only adds to your amazingness." She reached her free hand out, and smoothed it along Paige's stomach, feeling the muscles flutter lightly under her touch as they rose and fell with each breath. "I don't know what I ever did, to deserve someone as sweet, and kind and…amazing as you."
Choking up a little on the emotions swirling through her, Emily bent her head and captured Paige's lips in a short, sweet kiss.
Paige hummed softly into the kiss, and when they pulled apart, she was sporting a wide, dopey smile. "I think you'll find that it is I who is lucky to have found someone like you," she said softly, her grin fading as a more sombre expression settled over her features. "Everything you've done for me, Em-"
Emily cut her off with another quick kiss, a strangled sound leaving Paige's throat.
"It's no wonder I'm falling for you," she said, as she pulled back.
Paige stilled against her, her breath catching in her throat with an audible hitch, and her eyes went wide. "You…you are?"
"How can I not?"
She waited for some kind of response, but Paige continued to lay there, looking stunned.
"I'm sorry. Too soon?" she asked, trying not to let her disappointment show. She knew it was unfair to expect Paige to return the sentiment, they had only been together a short while after all. That wasn't even why she was telling her. She just hadn't realized it would sting so much, not getting a response.
Paige shook her head, then cleared her throat. "No. No, it's not that. I…I feel it too. I just…I never imagined it would feel like this, hearing you say it." As she spoke, a smile had started to tug at her lips, and by the time she had finished, she was grinning broadly, beaming at Emily, really, and Emily couldn't help the answering smile forming on her own lips, her heart fluttering in her chest.
"And, that concludes this meeting of the Mutual Admiration Society," Paige said, just as the moment was starting to get a little too heavy.
Emily huffed a laugh as she leaned in once again. "You're such a dork," she murmured against Paige's lips before kissing them, this one more heated than the last few they had exchanged. Slowly, Emily melted into it, her lips parting, deepening it.
Paige's arms snaked around her back, drawing her in closer, and Emily shifted, positioning herself over Paige, holding herself up on her arms, her head tilted down to meet Paige's, their lips and tongues sliding together in a deep, practiced rhythm.
Paige's hands slid quickly from her back to her sides, playing with the hem of her t-shirt for a moment before, predictably, sliding up her torso to cup her breasts. Emily chuckled softly into the kiss, as Paige rolled her thumbs across her nipples, which hardened instantly at the touch.
Making a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat, Paige pinched her nipples, twisting them a little roughly. Emily's hips bucked at the sensation, grinding against Paige's thigh, a wave of arousal coursing through her, and she bit Paige's bottom lip lightly, before soothing the sting with her tongue.
Her arms were growing shaky, from holding herself suspended over Paige. Slowly, she lowered herself down, both of them moaning into the kiss as her weight settled. She could feel the smooth, cool, edge of Paige's belt buckle against her stomach, where her shirt had ridden up, and the slight bulge of her wallet, in her front pocket, pressing against the inside of her thigh, and most importantly, the heat of Paige's arousal, through the fabric of her jeans.
It set of a chain reaction within her, a surge of heat low in her belly that radiated out, through the rest of her body, to settle as a throbbing ache between her own legs. She rolled her hips, grinding against Paige's thigh, and heard the faint grunt Paige released as she ground back into her.
Feeling breathless, and a little lightheaded, she pulled away from the kiss, letting her head drop into the crook of Paige's shoulder, panting lightly into her neck, and peppering kisses against her skin.
Paige groaned and arched up into her, swearing softly and craning her neck to the side, exposing more skin for Emily's lips and tongue to ply. Her hands continued to knead and tug at Emily's breasts, sending a continuous shower or sparks coursing through her.
She let her own hands wander as well, slipping beneath Paige's shirt to rake across her stomach, her nails scratching lightly and creating a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before sliding up Paige's torso towards her breasts, only to find the material of her shirt, and the angle, too restrictive.
Letting out a soft growl of frustration she pulled back, and removed her hands from beneath Paige's shirt. Paige let out a whimper of protest, her eyes fluttering open to reveal fully blow, glazed over pupils gazing at her in confusion.
"Can I take this off?" she asked, already tugging at the hem.
"Off?" Paige repeated, still looking a little dazed and confused.
"Yes. Off." She gave the material a sharp tug. "Show me your boobs, McCullers."
Paige huffed, something between a sigh and a laugh and nodded, as she arched up off the mattress, allowing Emily the space to pull the shirt up and over her head. She tossed it unceremoniously aside, her interest in it already lost, as she turned her gaze on the sight of her bra-clad girlfriend. It wasn't the first time she had seen Paige in such a state of undress, but it was the first time she had seen her in this setting. Her breath hitched in her throat at the image of her lying with her head against the pillows, hair splayed out around her, sweaty tendrils sticking to her face and neck. Her skin glistened with moisture, her face a neck tinted pink from the exertion. Her lips were parted, and slightly swollen and bruised. She let her gaze wander, unabashedly, over Paige's torso, watching the way her breasts swelled with each laboured breath, her eyes following the curve of each breast, until it disappeared beneath the edged of her bra, and the stiff point of her nipples, poking up against the black fabric.
Paige shifted beneath her, uncomfortable under such scrutiny, and brought her arms up, crossing them over her chest.
"No. Don't hide away," Emily gently gripped Paige's wrists and uncrossed them, pulling them away. "You're beautiful. You're perfect."
Her hands moved, almost of their own accord, up Paige's torso, skirting across the defined dips and ridges of her abs, and along the contour of her ribs, and around the underside of her breasts. She cupped Paige's breasts, through her bra, and, giving in to her impulse, she leaned in to kiss them.
Paige gasped as Emily's lips grazed her skin, her hands coming up to settle on Emily's hips, her fingers digging in as a low, breathy sigh left her mouth, and she arched up into the touch.
"God. Em," she murmured, her grip almost painful, as Emily dragged her lips and tongue along the curve of her breast, just beyond the edge of her bra. She breathed in sharply through her nose and let out another murmur.
Emily pressed soft, open mouth kisses against Paige's chest, swirling her tongue along the salty, sweat-dampened skin. She couldn't believe she was doing this. They had never gone this far before, their touches venturing under the shirt, over the bra, but their tops remaining on. It felt amazing. She couldn't get enough of the taste of Paige's skin, and the utter softness that met her lips and tongue.
Paige's hands slid up from her hips, tugging at the buttons of Emily's blouse, fingers fumbling, and a few curses leaving her mouth, though from frustration or Emily's ministrations, Emily couldn't tell. Soon though, Emily's shirt was undone, and Paige's hands were slipping beneath its edges, groping her through just the fabric of her bra.
And then, there was no barrier between Paige's hands, and Emily's skin, as Paige slipped beneath the cups of her bra, to curl her fingers around Emily's bare breast. The slightly rough skin of her palms scraping against her.
Her eyes slammed shut, sparks flashing across her lids, and she lost her concentration for a moment, unable to do anything but feel, as Paige's hands began to knead, as her fingers lightly circled her nipple.
She was overwhelmed with sensation. Her breath was shaky, and rapid. Her skin felt hot, and tight, like her body was being superheated from the inside.
She felt that familiar tug, low in her abdomen. The coiling of tension, and it broke through the haze of arousal, catching her up short.
She tried to still her hips, as they rocked steadily in rhythm with Paige's, but it was next to impossible. It just felt so good, Paige's thigh pressing firmly up into her center as she thrust up, and Emily rocked down.
"Mmm. Paige. Paige, we have to stop," she murmured, unconvincingly, she knew, against Paige's skin, as she continued pressing kisses to her breast. She nudged the fabric aside with her chin, lowering her lips closer to Paige's nipple, her mouth watering to roll it under her tongue.
Her breath seized, and her belly tightened, and she let out an aggrieved sigh, before pulling her mouth away.
Paige whined at the loss of contact, a protest starting and dying on her lips as she continued to roll her hips against Emily's, which, despite her intention to stop, kept moving.
"Paige. Paige, I'm close," she whispered urgently, but Paige was too far gone for reason. "Paige," she said, a little more loudly this time.
Paige's eyes fluttered open, and her hands fell away, but, her hips continued their movements, though they had slowed somewhat. "Do we have to?" she husked, her grip resettling on Emily's hips, securing her in place. "This feels….really good."
Emily could tell that she was doing her best to focus her gaze, but, her eyes remained hazy.
"Please, Em? I want to…with you."
Emily gulped, the request was too much for Emily to resist. She wanted it too. So much
"Are…are you sure?" she asked, hoping that Paige would give an honest answer, and not just say yes in the heat of the moment. She didn't want this to be something they looked back on and regretted.
"I'm sure." Paige brought one hand up, tangling it in Emily's hair, as she pulled her down for a kiss. The other guided her hips in their movements.
Emily felt the pressure immediately begging to mount, more intense than before. And she knew that she was only moment ago. Pulling away from the kiss, she dropped her head onto the pillow beside Paige's head, her lips pressing against Paige's shoulder, as she concentrated on the pleasure coursing through her. Paige panted rapidly in her ear as she chased her own orgasm, the tension in her body telling Emily that she was close.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the tension snap. Static filled her head, and shattered her senses. She let out a cry, the sound muffled against Paige's skin. She was vaguely aware of Paige following her over the edge a moment or two later, coming with a low groan and a sigh.
Exhausted, she sagged against Paige. Her limbs felt slick and rubbery, too laden to move. Beneath her, Paige's chest heaved as she struggled to catch a breath. A silence fell between them as they lay there, recovering. Emily could feel the seconds ticking by, and her apprehension grew with each passing one.
"Paige?" she asked cautiously, when she could take it no longer.
"Wow," Paige rasped. "That was…Yeah. Wow."
Emily let out a sigh of relief, and nodded her head in agreement. It had felt pretty good. "Yeah."
"That has to be the most amazing feeling ever," Paige said, and Emily could hear the grin in her voice.
Sure enough, when she raised her head, she caught the huge, dopey grin on her face. She bit back a laugh, knowing that in this moment, it would definitely not be the right response. She was just so glad that what they'd done hadn't freaked Paige out.
"Hey, you still with me?"
She glanced up to find Paige peering at her in concern.
"You okay?"
"I think that's supposed to be my line."
"Hey now, remember what we talked about?" Paige chided gently. "You gotta trust me to know what I'm feeling. And, right now, I'm feeling pretty damn good. Or at least, I would be, if my girlfriend weren't bringing down my buzz."
Emily chuckled. "You're such a dork."
"So you keep saying. But, you know you love it."
"I'm starting to." Emily let her head fall back to Paige's shoulder, smiling contentedly as Paige wrapped her arms around her, and pulled her in tight.