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Chapter 47
Emily woke with a gasp, her body arching up off the bed. Her eyes flew open as she realized that the pleasurable touch from her dream had followed into her waking world. Panting heavily, Emily's lolled her head to the side to peer blurrily at Paige, who was sitting on the bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly with her weight. She was leaning over Emily, one hand resting on the opposite side of Emily's body, near her hip, propping her up, the other plying gently at her breast. She circled her thumb around the areola, then flicked it across the nipple, which was already hard and aching.
She glanced up at Emily's moan, a smile crossing her features. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." She leaned up and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Emily's lips.
Emily moaned against Paige's lips, and snaked her hand up behind her head, gripping it tightly and holding her there as she deepened the kiss, her tongue probing its way into Paige's mouth.
The throbbing between her legs only intensified, as Paige's tongue dueled with hers, and she pinched Emily's nipple.
"God," she rasped as she pulled away for a much needed breath. Her hand fell away from the back of Paige's neck to grip at the pillow behind her head. Her fingers clutching convulsively. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, hot and sticky, not to mention abundant, against her skin. She wondered how long Paige had been working her up, while she slept.
"I thought you were going to sleep the day away," Paige said, conversationally, as she continued to pinch and roll at Emily's nipple. Emily barely heard the comment, her brain fuzzy with want.
She flailed about a few times, seeking out Paige's wrist, and when she finally closed her fingers around it, she pushed Paige's hand down between her legs, parting them as she did so, and thrusting her hips up towards Paige's touch, just in case she didn't get the message.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, as Paige swirled a finger through her wetness.
"I feel like this would be an opportune moment to make a comment about eager beavers," Paige commented.
Emily could only glare at her in response. And, she could barely manage that.
"Sorry." Paige chuckled softly as she slid her fingers up and down Emily's length, hitting her clit on each upstroke.
It still felt a bit like Paige was fumbling her way around down there. She hadn't quite figured out rhythm or pressure. Her strokes were uneven, switching from light to firm, and back again. But what she lacked in skill and finesse, she made up for in enthusiasm. And it still had the ability to drive Emily crazy.
She spread her legs further, and, digging her heels into the mattress, arched up into Paige's touch.
Taking the hint, Paige slid inside her, both of them groaning at the feeling. She felt her walls stretch and flutter around Paige's finger, drawing her further in. Her belly clenched, and a breathless, hollow feeling filled her chest. Her hips strained against Paige's touch, willing her to move. Slowly, she began to thrust in and out, her pace firm and steady. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her lip caught between her teeth.
Emily reached up, her arm feeling leaded and clumsy as she extended it, and cupped Paige's cheek tenderly. She was touched by the care in which she handled her. And the love she could see shining in her eyes. Paige leaned into the touch, turning her head and pressing a kiss to her palm.
Paige continued to push in, and then pull out, her movements growing firmer, more sure. Emily's breath hitched, and she felt her insides coil with tension.
"More," she panted.
"More?" Paige's brow furrowed at the question, not certain what Emily meant. Emily wasn't even entirely sure what she meant. All she knew was that, while Paige's touch at the moment was insanely arousing, it wasn't going to satisfy her, ultimately.
She nodded frantically, unable to articulate further, but she hoped desperately that Paige would be able to figure something out.
When Paige entered her again, she did so with two fingers, pushing in deep. The feeling of fullness making her gasp, but it still wasn't quite enough. Even so, it made her moan and rock desperately towards Paige's touch, the hand on her cheek slipping to grasp at her shoulder, nails digging in.
"Oh, my God. Paige." She tried to keep eye contact, but felt her lids growing heavy. "Oh. That feels so good."
Paige pushed harder into her, sending arousal spiraling through her. Her pace picked up, getting a little rougher, a bit more uneven.
"So good," she mumbled.
Paige shifted, trying to get into a better position, her fingers twisting slightly, and hitting that spot, deep inside, that made Emily's insides clench.
"Right there." She clung desperately to Paige's wrist, trying to hold her in place.
Paige probed the spot with her finger, and Emily hissed, nails digging into Paige's wrist and shoulder. They had found what would push Emily over the edge.
Paige pulled out, and pushed back in, the tip of her finger grazing that spot, and sparks shot across her vision. It was only a matter of time now.
She writhed beneath Paige, panting and tingling with anticipation. Paige pumped in and then out, curling her fingers each time. Her thumb came up to brush against Emily's clit, the action almost accidental, but she repeated the motion when it made Emily's hips jerk. It was the extra stimulation she needed, and Emily came with a soft cry.
Her muscles quivered, and she collapsed, spent, onto the mattress. Her eyes drifted closed as she struggled to such air into her lungs. Paige rubbed a soothing hand across her stomach, until she'd calmed down.
She pried her eyes open, to find Paige gazing down on her with a soft smile, eyes alight.
"You're wearing clothes." Emily voiced the first coherent thought that came to mind, her brow furrowing in confusion as she took in Paige's outfit.
Paige chuckled. "Yes. I went for a run. And, I picked us up some breakfast." She gestured to the bedside table, and Emily followed her point, to see two glasses of orange juice, a couple of bagels and some fruit piled onto a paper plate.
"Little bit of déjà vu there, huh?" Emily once again voiced the first thing that came to mind.
Paige's eyes widened, and then she nodded. "Little bit, yeah. I remember trying to wake you, that weekend. To see if you wanted to work out with me. If I'd only known then what I know now, our entire weekend would have gone so much differently."
"Can you imagine?" Emily had to laugh at that, "You know, I probably wouldn't have minded," she admitted, as she pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. ""I felt like such a creeper all weekend. Because I just kept having all of these thoughts about you."
Paige's acknowledgement of the words was a little slow in coming, her attention fixed firmly on Emily's chest, and then a little further south, as she settled herself against the pillows. Feeling her face heat, suddenly self-conscious she reached for the sheet to hastily pull it up over herself. Paige pouted as she tugged the sheet up under her chin, and Emily shook her head, amused, and not quite so vulnerable in her nakedness anymore. She let the sheet fall, to pool around her waist. Paige's eyes immediately lit up and she licked her lips at the sight of Emily's exposed, bare chest. She could only shake her head at her girlfriend's singlemindedness.
Suddenly, her head snapped up, and her eyes met Emily's searchingly. "Wait, what?"
"Wow. Little slow on the uptake there, McCullers."
Paige scowled, and rolled her eyes. "What did you mean by that?"
"That weekend, it was the first time that I really noticed you," she said, putting extra emphasis on the word. "And it was like, I suddenly realized how attractive you were. When you stepped out of the shower, in just a towel, my heart literally skipped a beat." She chuckled as she remembered averting her eyes as Paige dressed, only to take sneak peeks because she just couldn't seem to tear her gaze away. "And, don't even get me started on when I woke up in the middle of the night and we were in bed together. I was so freaked out, because I thought you were going to freak out. But you just like, told me not to move and held me tighter."
"Seriously?" Paige's eyes widened. "How have we never talked about this before?" she muttered, more to herself than to Emily. "I was attracted to you, too. Maybe starting just a little before that. Although, I'm not sure I recognized it for what it was. At the time, my thoughts about you were so mixed up with my confusion and everything else that was going on."
Emily nodded. She understood. That they had talked about, how seeing Emily coming out had influenced Paige's feelings and emotions about her own sexuality.
"But, with how I'd treated you in the past, while I was still struggling, I didn't think that we would ever even be friends, let alone anything more. And, when Coach paired us to room together, I thought the weekend was going to be horrible."
Emily nodded. She remembered thinking that too.
"I mean, I couldn't apologize without getting into all of it. At least, it felt that way. And, I couldn't get into it. I wasn't ready I couldn't bear the thought of telling anyone. Least of all you."
She reached out, giving Paige's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"But, I really wanted us to be friends. If nothing else."
That explained Paige's shift in behaviour that weekend. The sudden display of easy going charm, the comradery that quickly developed between them. Emily had been so caught up what she was feeling and being happy that things weren't awkward between them that she hadn't spent a whole lot of time wondering what had prompted shift.
"When I woke up in bed, and you were all wrapped around me, it was the best moment of my life. My only thought was literally, if I died now, I would die happy."
They both pulled a face at the cheesy sentiment.
"And, when you tried to movie, it was the worst moment. I didn't even think about whether it was totally weird, or awkward or what. I just knew that I wasn't ready to let you go yet."
Emily hadn't known that. And like Paige had questioned, she wondered why they hadn't talked about this before now. That weekend had played such a pivotal role in them getting together. If it had played out differently, who knew how things would have ended up.
"Things really do have an odd way of working out, don't they?" she mused, contemplating the fact that, if they'd been assigned different roommates, they wouldn't have realized their feelings for each other, wouldn't have been given the opportunity to act on them, Wouldn't be here now, having this conversation.
Paige nodded her agreement.
"Well, I'm just glad that we're here now, in not the same crappy hotel, but a remarkably similar one, so I can have the opportunity to tell you that, I love the way you look in your running gear. But, I think it you would look so much better out of it." She reached for Paige's tank top and started to work her fingers under the hem, only to have Paige push her hands away.
"We don't have time, we'll be late."
Emily ignored her, and got a grip on the edge of the material. "You should have thought of that before waking me up the way you did." She tugged the top up, and over Paige's head, her hands going immediately for the elastic band of her sports bra. She made short work of that as well, before surging forward, and toppling Paige backwards onto the bed, swinging her leg around so she was straddling her. Her mouth descended onto Paige's for a deep, searing kiss. She pressed her tongue against Paige's lips, probing for entrance, which she was granted with a groan. Paige snaked one arm low around Emily's back and tugged her down fully on top of her, before sliding both hands up her sides to fondle her breasts.
Emily arched forward into the touch, her still sensitive nipples tingling as they hardened, renewed arousal surging through her. Unwilling to be distracted from her goal, she pulled from the kiss, panting, and reached for Paige's hands and tugged them away, guiding them above her head, and pressing them firmly into the mattress above her head. She raised her gaze, checking to see what Paige thought of this new development, to find her grinning delightedly up at her, eyes shining. She laced their fingers together, giving them a gentle squeeze, before she lowered her head and kissed Paige once again.
She plied her mouth with her tongue, deepening the kiss until her lungs burned and sparks flared across her vision. Even then, she breathed sharply through her nose and pressed their lips more firmly together. The kiss was rough, and a little sloppy, Paige didn't seem to mind, if the way she groaned lowly and sucked on Emily's tongue, was any indication.
She strained lightly against Emily's hold, though made no real effort to break the grasp. Nor did she utter any form of complaint. In fact, the way Emily pressed her hands into the mattress above her head, taking way her ability to touch, to move freely, only seemed to turn her on more. Her hips rocking up, seeking friction, but finding little as she ground against Emily's stomach. Emily could feel the heat of her arousal through the think material of her shorts, it slid slickly across her skin. Emily's fingers itched to be inside the source of that warm wetness.
She untangled their fingers, and slid her hands down Paige's arms, nails scratching lightly as they trailed a path across soft skin and muscles pulled taut with tension. She could feel the tendons standing out in stark relief as Paige adjusted her grip to grasp at the comforter bunched up beneath her head, fingers twisting in it as she spread her legs and rocked up into Emily.
She skirted Paige's breasts, and skimmed along the contours of her ribs, tracing each subtle protrusion before scratching lightly along her stomach and down her abs. She enjoyed the way Paige's muscles twitched and shifted beneath her fingers, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily between Emily's demanding kisses. Strained moans filled the air whenever their lips parted, each utterance making Emily smile.
She loved how quickly Paige became so undone, moving with abandon beneath her, unabashedly seeking her own pleasure. It made Emily want to reward her for it, and draw it out, in equal measure.
Though far from being late, they did have some time constraints that morning, so she opted for rewarding Paige. Which, really, was a reward for herself as well, because she was pretty sure she was addicted to the feeling of having her fingers engulfed into Paige's depths.
She hooked a finger into the waistband of Paige's shorts, pulling them, and her underwear down her legs and tossing them unceremoniously aside. She parted Paige's thighs, and gripped one, holding her down as she shifted restlessly beneath. With the other, she traced Paige's length, gathering her wetness on her finger. Mindful that this was only Paige's second time, she was gentle as she eased into her, making sure to go slow, and give her plenty of time to adjust.
Paige gasped at the initial intrusion, her body going tight with tension for a moment, before slowly relaxing into it, moaning Emily's name, a desperate edge to her voice.
Paige's walls around her finger felt exquisite. Warm and silky smooth, and so inviting. She kissed Paige deeply, desperately, pouring every ounce of love and affection she felt for Paige into the kiss as she began to move, pumping slowly, but firmly in and out. She brought her thumb up to press against Paige's clit, circling it gently, making Paige gasp.
She could feel the tension mounting within her, her body growing rigid beneath her, her walls clenching more firmly around her fingers, each thrust a little harder. The little hitch in Paige's breathing told Emily when she had reached the pinnacle and she raised her head to watch, awed, but unsurprised by how beautiful she looked.
Her heart swelled with a surge of love, and affection and she leaned down to press a soft kiss against Paige's parted, swollen lips, before shifting off her, and settling on the mattress beside her. She propped her head up on one hand, she used the other to rub soothing circles along Paige's stomach and sides as she struggled to catch her breath.
Paige's head lolled to the side, and she gazed blearily at her, a dazed, lazy smile on her lips. "I love you. So much."
Emily couldn't help but chuckle softly, as Paige's eyes fluttered shut, and she hummed contentedly.
"I love you, too," she said softly. "And, not just because you gave me an amazing orgasm."
Paige's eyes flew open, indignation flashing in them, and she opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut before any words came out. She hummed, low in her throat, and gave a little shrug.
"Hey." Emily shoved her shoulder lightly. Paige reached up and caught her hand, lacing their fingers together as she rolled onto her side.
"You know I love, orgasms notwithstanding."
"I know." Emily smiled fondly at her.
"The orgasms just make it so much easier."
Laughing lightly, Emily pulled her hand free from Paige's grasp to shove her once again. She shoved her a little harder than she'd intended, forgetting they were so close to the edge of the bed, and Paige went rolling over it. She landed on the floor with a thud, and a groan.
"Oh, my God. Paige I'm so sorry." Despite her apology, Emily couldn't help but laugh as she peered over the edge of the bed to find Paige sprawled on her back, staring dazedly back up at her. "Are you okay?"
Paige grimaced, and slowly sat up. "Yeah, I'm fine. No thanks to you."
Emily scrambled into a sitting position and pulled Paige to her feet, guiding her to stand between her legs. "Seriously, are you okay?" She began running her hands down Paige's body, searching for an injury. She would never forgive herself if her playful shove cost Paige a chance at today's competition.
Paige caught her hands, as they skimmed down her sides. "Seriously, I'm fine." She pulled Emily's hands away from her body, and then repositioned them over her breasts. "But, if you're concerned about soft tissue injuries, maybe you should start by checking here."
Emily shook her head, laughing. "Yep. You're fine all right." She tweaked her breasts, before pulling her hands away. "We should probably start getting ready, or else we really will be late," she said, casting a glance at the clock on the bedside table.
"Well, you know, we could always share a shower, you know, to save time." Paige's eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
Emily's throat went dry at the thought. "Pretty sure that wouldn't save us any time at all."
Paige's lips turned down in a pout that had Emily reconsidering. The thought of sharing a shower with Paige, of getting her all wet and slick, and soapy, and then pressing her into the tiled walls…she groaned low in her throat and shook her head to dispel the images. "But, we'll do that, before this weekend is over. I promise," she heard herself say, and chuckled as Paige's eyes positively lit up at the prospect.
Paige was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. Her boundless energy, combined with her eager enthusiasm was going to prove to be too much for Emily, and she was literally going to die from too much sex.
"Go get ready." She made a shooing motion with her hands. "I can't promise what'll happen, if you stand in front of me any longer without clothes on."
Paige quirked an eyebrow at her. "If that's supposed to be an enticement for me to get dressed…."
Emily shook her head and closed her eyes. "Just go."
Laughing, Paige shuffled away from her. Emily opened her eyes and turned to watch her cross the room to where her bag rested on the other bed, unabashedly checking her out as she unzipped her duffel and began rifling through it for her shower stuff. She was cognizant of how different it was today, compared to how it had been the last time they'd been in this situation. Instead of sneaking peeks through lowered lashes and willing herself not to glance over, she was free to let her eyes wander, taking in Paige's lithe, muscled frame, her gaze travelling over smooth, pale skin, which she knew to be hot beneath her fingertips, and to taste both salty and sweet. She admired the way Paige's muscles shifted as she moved, similar to the way they trembled beneath her touch as she skimmed across them.
As if feeling Emily's gaze on her Paige glanced up from her task. She shot her a self-conscious smile, hunching her shoulders forward and turning to the side, shielding herself as much as she could from Emily's view.
"You're beautiful, Paige," she said softly, before pulling her gaze away, not wanting to make her feel vulnerable or uncomfortable. It was one thing to be naked in front of someone in the heat of passion, and another to be so when the moment had passed. Emily understood, because she still had those bouts of insecurity herself. She was getting more comfortable, something about Paige and the way she looked at her, with nothing but love, and want, and affection in her eyes made it easier to be exposed in front of her. She heard, more than saw, Paige gather up her things and move into the bathroom.
Shifting back onto the bed she pulled the blanket up over herself and reached for the food Paige had so thoughtfully brought them for breakfast.
She'd just taken her last bite when her phone rang, drawing her attention to where it rested on the bedside table. She craned her neck to see her home phone number flashing across the screen. Eagerly she snatched it up, chewing quickly and swallowing hard, the bagel getting stuck in her throat, so when she answered, it was with a cough.
"Emily?" Her mom sounded concerned. Emily reached for one of the orange juices Paige had brought and took a long swallow.
"Sorry, Mom. I'm just finishing up breakfast. The last bite went down wrong."
"Oh. Good. I was worried that I woke you."
"So, you'd rather I be choking, than sleeping?"
She heard her father chuckle in the background, and her mom sighed. Emily could picture her rolling her eyes. "You know that's not what I meant."
"I know. Sorry."
"We just wanted to call and wish you luck for your races today."
"And to let you know that we're leaving late this afternoon. We probably won't be there until well after dinner," her father added. "I'm sorry we couldn't make it up there sooner. But, I have a meeting in Carlisle, at the base. We're going to leave right from there."
"It's okay." Emily didn't mind that they wouldn't be there to see her swim today. Just knowing that they were coming was enough. Especially her father, who hadn't been home to see her compete in years. "What's going on at the base?" she asked, even though she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle it, if she learned he was being called back to duty so soon.
"I'm not certain. But, I think there might be a position opening up at the War College."
Emily's breath caught in her throat at the implications. "You mean…"
"Nothing's been decided yet," he said. "But, if this is what I think it is, then yes. I'd probably have to live at the barracks. But, I'd be stateside. And much closer to home."
Emily tried to tamp down on the excitement coursing through her. It wasn't quite the same thing as having her father home all the time. But, she'd take him living two hours away running training exercises and tactics over being overseas any day. At least this way he'd be able to come home more frequently. She would probably even be able to go out and see him, as well. And...an idea wiggled into her brain, her mom might go visit him for a couple days here and there, leaving Emily with the house to herself.
"I'm sure I'll know more by the time I see you tomorrow," he promised.
"I can't wait."
Just then, the bathroom door opened, the whir of the ceiling fan and a whoosh of hot, steam filled air whooshed into the room. "Shower's yours," Paige said as she stepped out, towel drying her hair.
"What was that?" Her mom asked.
"Oh, that was just Paige, letting me know I can get ready now," she said absently, distracted by the sight of her girlfriend, clad only in an ill-fitting towel. It barely grazed the tops of her thighs, and sagged at one side, revealing most of her left breast.
"Who's that?" Paige mouthed, at the same time her mother said, "You and Paige are rooming together?"
Emily's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Paige's expression grew concerned and she approached, touching Emily's shoulder, eyes questioning.
"My parents," she mouthed, watching Paige's eyes widen and her jaw go slack.
Emily sighed, and turned her attention back to the conversation. "Yes," she said softly.
"I see."
.Emily's jaw worked, she wondered I she should be apologizing or explaining, or what.
"You know, when I was in college, athletes took an abstinence pledge. At least, the serious ones did. So as not to affect our competition season," her father said, tsking softly, and Emily could envision him shaking his head, eyes soft and sorrowful.
Emily's heart tripped in panic. "Wait are you saying…?" Was it really possible that she and Paige had risked their performance in the state championships because they'd wanted to have sex?
"Oh, for heavens sake, Wayne. You did not. And, there's no science behind that," Pam cut in. "It's just a myth."
Emily breathed a sigh of relief, a long beat of silence following, where she realized that's she had basically just confirmed to both of her parents that she and Paige had had sex. She was glad that Paige had not been privy to the entire conversation, otherwise she would probably never be able to look either one of them in the eye ever again. Not to mention, she'd probably never have sex with Emily again either.
"Muhammed Ali didn't have sex for weeks before a fight," Wayne countered.
"Yeah, and the Olympic Village ran out of condoms," Pam pointed out, making him chuckle.
"Emily, I trust that you two were careful…and…respectful of one another."
"Yes, mom." She nodded, even though her mother couldn't see her, cheeks flaming.
"And, you took care of Paige-"
"I'll bet she did."
"Mom!" Emily ignored her father's inappropriate commentary and responded to her mother instead.
'What? I'm just saying, a girl's first time should be special. And, for all her faults, I know that Maya genuinely cared for you. I'm sure she went out her way to…to…"
Wayne chuckled, as his wife began to falter. "Show her a good time?"
"Wayne. Hush. Seriously."
Emily hung her head, cheeks burning. She could not believe that her mother, who generally shied away from such topics, was not only talking to her about her sex life, but also taking up for Paige, in this scenario.
"Yes, Mom, she did," she assured her quietly. She'd had no idea that her mom was aware she and Maya had slept together. Or that she'd even given her first time any thought. She had figured it would always be one of those don't ask, don't tell topics. Even now, with the tension around her coming out gone, she hadn't figured it was something they'd ever discuss. And, she was touched that her mom was concerned about whether or not she'd been well taken care of. But, it wasn't exactly something she wanted to discuss. Especially not over the phone, with Paige standing next to her. "And…" she chanced a glance at Paige, who was standing there looking curious, but no longer concerned. She held her gaze as she answered her mother's question. "And last night…last night was so incredibly special. For both of us."
Paige's jaw dropped, and all the color drained from her face. It was almost comical. But, Paige was going to have to get used to the somewhat lack of boundary's within the Fields clan. Emily reached out and squeezed her hand, reassuringly.
"Good." Pam hummed softly. "And, now, can we please stop talking about our daughter's sex life?"
"Yes, please." Emily agreed wholeheartedly.
Wayne chuckled, and nodded. "Well, that was enlightening. I'm so glad we called. Especially, when really all we wanted to do was let you know when we were coming, and to wish you luck. Speaking of, did you want to put us on speaker, so we can wish you both luck."
"Sure. Hold on.' Emily pulled the phone away from here ear and put it on speaker. "Okay. You're on."
"Hello, Paige," Pam called, just was Wayne started whistling the good morning song from the Viagra commercial a few years ago.
"Hi, Mrs. Fields. Mr. Fields," she said, her voice syrupy sweet, shooting Emily a smirk as she spoke.
Wayne chortled. "If any time were appropriate to push through the pleasantries, I think it would be now," he said
Paige's cheeks flushed red, and she chuckled. "Fair enough. Wayne."
"Much better."
"We just wanted to wish you girls luck before your races today," Pam said.
"Thank you. That's sweet." Paige smiled softly down at the phone, even though Emily's parents couldn't see it.
"Yeah. Thanks guys. We really appreciate it."
"And, we wanted to confirm which hotel you were staying at," Wayne said. "And the room number. We want to be sure that we're nowhere near you girls tonight. I need a good night's sleep after all the driving I'm doing today."
"Daddy!"
"It's the Piedmont Inn, sir. Room 422," Paige supplied.
"Whew. Dodged a bullet there. We're staying at the Sand Piper."
Pam chuckled, and Emily shook her head.
"What time are you getting in?" Paige asked, conversationally. "Will you be around to meet for dinner?"
"No. We'll probably be too late for that," Pam said. "But, what time do the races start tomorrow? Will you girls have time for breakfast?"
Paige tsked softly and shook her head. "We don't have to be at the pool until eleven tomorrow. But, tonight's likely going to be a late night, y'know?"
Emily nearly choked on her own saliva. Even Wayne made a strangled sound of surprise. Oddly enough, it was Pam who chuckled softly.
Paige turned wide, innocent eyes on Emily, her reproachful, as if she couldn't believe the conclusions they had all jumped to. "It's just, the team's going to want to go out and celebrate. Whether we place or not, state's kind of a big deal. And, it's our last night together as a team for a while…"
"Understood," Pam said. "You girls should go out, have fun with your teammates. Dinner tomorrow night then?"
"Sounds great," Paige said cheerfully, looking to Emily, who could only nod weakly. "We can't wait to see you guys."
"Yeah. And, thanks so much for calling," Emily said. "Drive safe today, okay?"
"Of course," Pam said.
Just as Wayne said, "Always."
"Take care, girls. Love you."
"Love you too."
Emily ended the call, and tossed the phone onto the bed behind her. She glanced up at Paige, who's "did that just happen?" expression mirrored what Emily was thinking.
"Oh, my God." Paige dropped her head onto Emily's shoulder, burying her face her neck.
She snaked her arms around Paige's waist, anchoring herself to the feeling of the other girl's heat beneath her hands, and body pressed against hers. "Oh, my God," she echoed Paige's words.
"I cannot believe that just happened." Soft, muffled giggles reached Emily's ears. "Your dad is never going to let us live this down, is he?"
"Not in this life time."
"I'm never going to be able to look your mother in the eye again."
Emily snickered, though she understood the sentiment. "I guess we should just be glad it was my parents who called, and not yours."
Paige scoffed. "Don't count yourself too lucky. They're coming tomorrow. I'm sure there will ample opportunity for awkward conversations, and for us to embarrass ourselves."
"Oh, yay. Something to look forward to."
Paige chuckled against the side of her neck, the vibrations coursing through Emily and making her shiver, the temptation to undo the towel, the only thing separating Paige's naked body from her gaze, from her touch, becoming unbearable. Knowing they didn't have time for another round, she slowly, reluctantly, she untangled herself from Paige and stepped back.
"I need to shower and get ready," she said. "Alone," she added, pointedly, rolling her eyes at Paige's soft pout when she pulled away, but giving her an appeasing kiss all the same. "If my phone rings again, it'll probably be Spencer." Emily knew all of their friends would be calling or texting them at some point today to wish them luck, and Spencer was the only one of their friends who would be up this early. "You can answer if it, if you want talk to her."
She had a feeling that, if something didn't come along and distract Paige, she would find her way into the shower, despite the time constraints they were now under.
She ignored Paige's hangdog expression as she grabbed her stuff and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door forcefully behind her, and clicking the lock, hearing Paige's laughter as the sound echoed through the room.