A/N: Thanks again for reviews & follows. This is an added extra. I'm not sure if it ends here really, I'll wait and see if inspiration strikes to continue. Like I said, I have some other one-shots that I'll start posting up too. Enjoy.
Emily wakes early, stretches and feels a little stiff, an ache in her limbs, a little soreness in her body, smiles. She glances over to the bed next to hers, where Paige is sleeping, turned away on her side facing the door. Emily's stomach dips and pulls as she looks at the nape of Paige's neck, wanting just to reach out and touch her, feels her heart twist. She turns so she's lying on her back, closes her eyes.
Yesterday they'd managed to shower, dress and get themselves down to dinner with the other girls; but, in truth, it felt like they were in a different time-zone, as if their movements were slower, their skin vital and glowing. Emily felt the others must have known that something had changed between her and Paige, surely it was written on their bodies, in their smiles in the way they looked at one another. But no one seemed to notice. The girls talked about their shopping trip, about what they'd bought, where they'd been, who'd been eyed up by which guy. And Paige and Emily smiled and feigned interest enough so no questions were asked. But every now and then, they'd catch one another's eye, or their hands would brush and they'd lose their place in the conversation, or blush, or just simply, catch a breath.
After dinner, they'd managed to deflect the calls to go out, much to the delight of their Coach, who said what good role-models they were for the younger girls and it was only Lucy Minerva who'd caught Paige and Emily's eyes and given them a pointed stare and a smirk.
They'd made it upstairs to their room but were tugging off clothing before Paige even had the key in the door. They undressed, carelessly, kissing deeply, until, Paige smiling, kissing, leaned Emily against the wall by the door, running her hands up Emily's sides, ending with one buried deep in her hair. Emily moaned, bit down on Paige's lip as Paige's other hand trailed down her body, nudging her legs apart. Emily lifted her right leg around Paige's waist and Paige brought her free arm down to hold around Emily's back. She slowly, agonisingly teased with her fingers before she slowly, slowly pushed two fingers inside and smiled as Emily gasped and braced against her. She set up a slow rhythm until she felt Emily's breathing grow ragged and she moved her thumb up onto Emily's clit until she tensed, shaking and gasping, her standing leg buckled so Paige had to brace herself so Emily didn't fall. She carefully removed her fingers to hold Emily upright and was caught in a moment, so amazed, her fingers wet from Emily, holding her, breathing her, until she felt Emily's breathing settle,
"God, Paige."
Paige chuckled, still holding her tightly, close against her,
"I've dreamt about doing that for so long. Emily, I can't believe how good it feels to be inside you."
Emily hummed a laugh against Paige's lips. She pushed back against Paige, taking control, whispered in her ear,
"Well, there's something I've been dreaming about doing to you."
And Paige stumbled a little and blushed and Emily smiled and kissed her,
"Get on the bed, lie down so you're near the edge."
Paige swallowed and followed the instructions. Emily knelt in front of her, Paige propped up on her elbows watching as Emily parted her legs and dragged her fingers slowly over Paige's stomach. Paige groaned and lay back on the bed, her right hand fisting into the bed-covers, Emily taking her left in her own hand as she began kissing her way up Paige's thighs. She lightly ran her tongue over Paige's clit, slowly tasting as Paige began moaning and twitching above her, hips thrusting, so Emily had to bring her left hand across Paige's hips to hold her. She moved slowly, licking and sucking until she felt Paige bucking and moaning, back arching.
Emily kissed her way up Paige's body, tongued around her nipples until she sighed into Paige's mouth, a sloppy, messy kiss.
They spent the rest of the night laughing, exploring, touching, kissing, fucking and talking until at some time around one, maybe two o'clock it seemed like the whole world had been shrunk down to their little hotel room, their little bed, the air they were breathing as they lay, their breath mingling. It was more than Emily had hoped for, more than she'd ever felt, nothing could touch her, she was with Paige, really with her no one else around, no one else needed – enough, still, stopped, peaceful.
At some point, they'd drifted off to sleep, a tangle of limbs and breath. At some point, Emily turned to the window with Paige pressed close against her. At some point, she was aware that Paige had fallen out of bed, a whispered curse, a mumbled "gonnasleepintheotherbed" and Emily had smiled, turned over and slept again.
Emily doesn't need to be awake this early, it's just her usual wake-up time but there's no early-morning practice today, just a mid-morning pre-meet, warm-up. But she's very aware of her body, as if Paige's exploration of it last night has awakened it. She hears Paige shift and sigh and it goes straight through Emily's body, she feels herself getting wet. She wants to feel Paige, to touch her so she carefully sits up and moves to Paige's bed, lifting the covers. Paige shifts again in her sleep to give her room and Emily cuddles close behind, kissing Paige's shoulder. She runs her hand over Paige's stomach and rests it there, feels Paige tense, relax. She moves her hand upwards, trailing her fingernails until she reaches a breast and moves her hand so she can run her thumb over Paige's nipples. She feels Paige moan and shift.
Emily chuckles, kisses her back a few more times, slowly, lazily, drifts off again.
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Waking two hours later, Emily is aware of Paige's breathing and opens her eyes to see her turned towards her, watching her. Paige smiles, eyes full of love and wonder,
"Hey, beautiful." Emily clears her throat, arching an eyebrow,
"Morning." She stretches again, feeling the soreness in her body. Paige grins, whispers,
"I can't believe you're here. I can't believe I just get to touch you whenever I want."
It's like she's talking to a saint, all reverence and prayers. She runs her hand over Emily's stomach and Emily takes a ragged breath in, skin fluttering at Paige's touch. Feels her heart contract. Watches Paige watching her as she runs her hand up from her stomach over her right breast, onto her left, circling her nipple, fingers gentle, soft, kind. Watches Paige grin as she sees Emily's breathing hitch and grow erratic. Paige runs her hand upwards, then along the length of Emily's collarbone, as if she's learning Emily's body. Emily stretches again and shifts away from the insistence of Paige's hand.
"Paige? We have to get up."
Paige pouts, leans in to kiss her, gently, softly whispers,
"Must we?"
"Yes." Paige starts to move her hand again, lower, lower, until Emily laughs, grabs it and holds it tight, "Paige we have to. We've got to shower, get breakfast –" Paige interrupts her with a kiss, laughing,
"Don't need breakfast." She slips her tongue into Emily's mouth. Emily's body is betraying her, she can't help responding, moans into Paige, finally manages to get two hands in between them, she pushes on Paige's shoulders,
"We DO. We have a meet tonight, training this mor- oh God, Paige," as Paige moves her lips from Emily's down to her shoulder where she nips and sucks gently, running her tongue up Emily's neck. Emily shoves her away again.
"PAIGE! Please." She quickly sits up, pulling the sheets round her, trying to speak with authority, but feeling no dignity as Paige smirks at her, "Please, Paige. We have to."
"Em, I don't care about the breakfast or the training or the meet."
"Paige, you do. You know this meet is important for both of us. There are going to be scouts from all over the country there. It's the only damn reason my mum let me come."
"Don't care about colleges, or scouts." Paige is half serious, sure college is important, but Emily is all she's ever wanted, all she's ever needed. This, right here, surely this is enough? This is important? This is the only thing that matters. Her and Emily. But Emily looks kind of serious now so Paige nods her head,
"Ok, but you owe me now."
Emily leans down, pushing her hair back, playfully asks into Paige's mouth,
"Oh, so I owe you now, do I?"
"Mmhm."
Paige stays in bed, lying on her back, hands behind her head listening as Emily steps into the bathroom, reverie suddenly broken by,
"PAIGE! Oh my God!"
Paige rushes over into the bathroom, pausing at the door as she sees what's upset Emily, Paige is trying not to laugh but it's hard,
"Oh-ho, my God!" she says, slowly. She's in trouble.
At the top of Emily's left breast is a huge hickey, bite marks clear. Paige's eyes grow wider and wider, she looks at Emily.
"Wha- when, um, sorry." She comes up behind Emily who's inspecting herself in the mirror, she catches her round the waist and kisses below her ear, "I'm so sorry."
"Paige! This is above my swimsuit!"
"Oh my God. No, no, it's not. I don't think – oh shit."
Unfortunately for her, Paige is finding this whole situation funny, she kisses Emily's neck to try and hide her smile, but her body's shaking. Emily untangles herself from Paige's arms,
"I'm going to kill you." Paige cocks her head,
"Hey, that's not what you said last night."
"Not helping, Paige."
"No. Sorry. Um, perhaps we can put some make-up on it?"
"Paige." Emily's voice is low, angry.
"Sorry, sorry. Um. I don't know, can we say you fell over?"
"And hit my boob?"
"Yeah. No. Not good."
"Paige." A warning.
"Ok, right, look. Let's get your swimsuit and then we can see and we can worry about whether it is or isn't above it when we see. If – it's – above – or, yeah, ok."
Emily glares at her as she brushes past.
But the hickey is just on the line of her suit. A little bit of bruising visible, but only if you stare. Paige breathes a sigh of relief, her day would have been hell otherwise.
The meet comes and goes with no major incidents. Paige and Emily win their races comfortably, then the relay, captain and anchor congratulated by the Coach and then the team; Emily faltering slightly when she hears Lucy Minerva whisper in her ear something about 'bruising', but she's able to brush it away when Paige catches her round the waist and spins her in a victory dance. Scouts are talked to, meetings mentioned, phone calls to parents made.
Emily's tired, bone tired, happy tired. She's lying on Paige's bare, sweat-sheen stomach, as Paige sprawls on the bed behind her, playing with her hair. Paige is talking, not about much, not about anything special, just telling stories. Stories of them and what they can be. Emily's listening, she's thinking that this is one of those special moment, those ones that you take and put somewhere safe to be looked at again and again. And as Paige talks, Emily wonders if it can be so simple. As simple as this. As simple as them, together, just being, in a room.