A/N 1: WARNING! M-chapter. Like, really M. It's mostly about sex, all the time, so, you know, if you don't like M-chapters or you think reading about sex is gross or stuff like that, which I totally respect and understand, I'd suggest to skip the chapter, because this one is definitely smutty.
As soon as the door was closed with a slam and the blinds rolled up to let the light inside the room, allowing small fragments of dust to float and sparkle in the air, Spencer approached Emily, who was waiting by the door in the living room. She stood for a moment in front of her slightly taller figure and looked her in the eye asking for a permission for which she hadn't asked in months, the rumours and the snail traces of their recent fight still leaving that strange, awkward effect in them. They hadn't kissed all that much during the past three days. There had been a few kisses, a few touches too that left Spencer waiting for a sentence that never really came, because there was no final sentence for her, after all. Although she'd stopped wearing orange yesterday, now she was wearing orange inside her heart. But it was true Emily was not mad anymore. They still talked and smiled and even laughed like they did before the fight. There was only this feeling that screamed, inside of her sometimes oblivious head and her impatient heart, that something still needed to be fixed, and she was hoping to fix it today, away from the world and trapped inside this bubble of a day. So she stood there, and Emily looked back in silence, still and calm. A quiet, yet lively painting, a natural work of art. Decoding silence again, Spencer saw the mineral brilliance of a small laugh, shining deep and sort of bursting through Emily's eyes, a slight stir in the water of her eyes. Amusement. Probably a little mockery – at her doubts and fears and also at her hopes.
She might take that as a yes.
Spencer kissed her, slightly pushing Emily against the wall.
The paper bag Emily was carrying with some groceries fell to the floor, and her backpack stuck into her lower side, sending a slight stab of pain that mixed both with the surprise and the pleasure of the attack that trapped her body between the solid wall and Spencer's slowly increasing force.
They kissed indolently, their tongues crawling and playing for a while until the sting of the backpack in Emily's back grew uncomfortable enough and she had to stop to release the pressure.
"Aren't you being a little too aggressive?"
Her tone wasn't severe. The amusement showed in her voice, so Spencer cocked an eyebrow at Emily's breathy words as her only response. However, she immediately reduced the tension on her body.
"I thought you said you wanted to go for a walk and take pictures", Emily now explicitly teased, "and cook and…"
"We have the whole day for that", Spencer cut in, not really teasing, "and we never really get so many hours ahead of us to… you know, for us."
"You mean for sex?"
Spencer instantly smiled at Emily's straightforwardness, which only translated hers into words.
Should she make it a secret? Was she being too aggressive? Should they go for a stroll, for a swim, should they organize the house and clean the kitchen before sleeping together?
Was that the best way to fix this?
But Emily was amused. At least she could tell that.
"Yeah", Spencer agreed, deciding to be blunt about it. "I like the idea of morning sex."
Man, the idea of morning sex made her heart and her head spin in circles.
It was a beautiful end-of-summer day, breezy yet sunny, but it was still morning. Mid-morning, at least. And they had never enjoyed morning sex. Actually, they had barely enjoyed night-time sex, which was what she missed the most. But, since they couldn't spend the whole weekend at the lake house, she had to content herself with this idea of fake mid-morning sex. In case it actually got to happen at all.
Emily smiled wryly.
"I think you only have morning sex when you actually get to sleep next to the person."
So now Emily was about definitions too? Or else she was reading Spencer's mind, because, indeed, it wouldn't exactly qualify as morning sex, only as a poor (well, hopefully not too poor) substitute of it.
In case it ever got to happen at all.
Spencer separated some more, and the backpack's attack on Emily's side completely stopped.
"Well, we can go sleep for twenty minutes if you want."
Emily chuckled at Spencer's dry joke.
"Only for twenty minutes?", she joked back. "I'd rather sleep for two hours, you made me get up so early."
As every time they had some kind of daytrip planned, Spencer was ruthless about the time schedules, while Emily… well, she enjoyed sleeping in whenever she didn't have to worry about exams and people getting murdered and blackmailed.
However, now Emily made sure to grab Spencer's waist to bring her closer, close enough to examine her face. There, in the warm, luminous shade of brown of her eyes, she could still catch a tiny hint of insecurity and fear. Because of their fight, feelings were still a little sore, not only her feelings; Spencer's too, because she seemed to be walking on eggshells part of the time when she was around her. All that talk about spending the day in the lake, swimming and hiking and watching the birds fly and sing, it was just bullshit and Emily knew it perfectly. Well, maybe it'd happen later, but not now for sure. Anyway she wanted it too. She really wanted it too, no matter how pissed she'd been at the Wren incident four days ago.
Whatever the trouble they faced, she couldn't really resist Spencer. She couldn't really resist Spencer's tiny flashes of insecurity and fear when she was looking at her with that fixated, intense gaze that made her feel like the words in a book, studied and memorized and broken down to get the A+ tomorrow; like she was just another AP class, or not just another one, maybe the most advanced of all. And she couldn't really resist the shade of soft hazel brown when the sun was hitting her eyes through the window, forcing her to squint a little while trying so hard to read the emotions showing on her own face. It was too adorable and she couldn't really resist anything. Not that she was going to try, anyway. She'd already put Wren behind, she had the HGH copies, and they'd hardly made out during the last days because of different circumstances, one of them being, yes, that she'd been punishing her a little. Well, maybe not really punishing her, though; only trying to move on and get past it and forget about all those times she still wanted to strangle her for doing whatever she wanted, for being individualistic and tricky and overprotective, and also too flirty, and too sexy too, and a lawyer's daughter. Two lawyers, actually. For being all of those things at once, sometimes even more than that.
Take her or leave her. Well, she wasn't leaving her, that was clear as day; had always been that way. So she'd better take her and learn to deal with her in this new way.
Take her now… as in really take her. As in morning-sexually take her.
The somewhat obnoxious image gave her goose bumps and made her blush a little at the same time, because, yes, sex was in her mind too. Because, yes, it was Spencer's lake house. And Spencer's lake house might have meant secret parties and sleepovers and experimenting with a little alcohol and truth-or-dare games a while ago, but right now the lake house meant sex. Hours for sex. A whole day for sex. Screw the birds and the trees and the warm and noisy water splash a body makes when falling from the board Spencer's dad ordered to build some years ago. Screw the hasty feeling of the summer ending, with its slowly decaying brightness and warmth. Not that she minded playing a little hard to get right now, but, in a way, she was also suffering through the sore punishment of not making out for a few days.
Inspired by this (sexual) resolution, Emily initiated the second lip-on-lip attack until her back and her side stung again with the pressure, so she gently grabbed Spencer and pushed her away from the wall. Through it all, she could feel Spencer's relief as they kissed, in the way she first sighed and then smiled inside her mouth, while they stumbled across the room without breaking the kiss. They walked together in an embrace until they came up against something, which ended up being a somewhat old and flowery couch against which Spencer was now pushed, making her body waver a little between the supporting couch and the floating, dusty air.
It was Spencer who broke the kiss this time.
"No, no, not here", Spencer blurted, trying to support herself on the couch's back. "It's my nana's couch."
Emily pulled away as if she'd been touched by liquid nitrogen.
"Oh, sorry."
Before she could finish her apology, Spencer dragged her away across the room and opened the door to one of the bedrooms. Probably Spencer's because there was a frame where both Spencer and Melissa were widely smiling on a summer day years ago and, despite her rivalry with Melissa, she was still fond enough of that relationship to have a frame that reminded her of it, no matter what she publicly said about it. However, Emily's musings on Spencer's sisterhood feelings couldn't really stand for longer, since she was pushed against the wall and kissed once again, now hungrily and indeed more passionately, as if the sight of a bed had already changed the tune, making them reach a higher level of intensity.
Passion. Her back against the wall was a good indication of it. And anyway she'd lost the backpack at some point on the way to the bedroom.
But it was on both sides, so she grabbed Spencer's waist tightly and pulled her closer, making a pause to try to look her in the eye again, not really catching hazel this time because the room was still too dark. And, since she couldn't really see it, when Spencer looked back at her, she had to trust her other senses now, and they got involved in another hungry kiss until Emily slowly started to sneak her fingers under Spencer's long, loose summer T, the process of undressing and taking clothes off initiated.
The click.
Spencer got a hold of Emily's hands.
"No", she denied softly. "You don't do your killer moves today."
Emily's frown furrowed in surprise. "Excuse me?"
"I wanna go first", Spencer explained, while she held Emily's hands and forced them behind her ass, against the wall. "You're always going first."
"Going first?" Emily raised her own brow now. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Basically, it means I wanna get better."
It meant she wanted to be the click today. She wanted to make the click sound. They had time, they had hours, they had the whole day ahead of them. They had a bubble in time and space and it was the perfect situation for her to finally get really good and… well, she'd still be easy, but it was her moment to discover Emily could be that easy too.
She felt prepared.
And she felt it was the right thing to do, because it could be a good way to fix things between them. At least, in a sense, in a sexual sense, which might be a restricted sense but was still important, she owed it to Emily. And she owed it to herself too. She had to get better.
Emily seemed stunned for a moment, then relaxed when she realized this was the same battle fought for perfection that always took over Spencer's soul.
"You can go first if you want, whatever that means", she said, "but that doesn't mean I can't move my hands."
Her hands were still tightly tied behind her ass.
"No", Spencer repeated, holding Emily's hands with hers, "you can't."
She didn't trust Emily's hands. A single move and she'd be dead on the floor, or rather on the bed, back to Emily's clicking bells.
"Are you trying to say I can't move while we have sex?"
"Yeah."
"No", Emily denied now, unsuccessfully trying to move her hands a little. She didn't try too hard, though. This was somehow adorable, and somehow hot too. In a weird way. "I don't like the idea." She paused, trying to grasp whatever was on Spencer's crazy mind. "I thought you liked them… my moves."
Spencer smiled a twisted smile now and leaned in to whisper in Emily's ear.
"I do", she murmured. "I really do, but I really need to show you I can get better at this."
"You don't need to show me anything", Emily said, relieved that was all the problem. "You're good already. You're good to me."
"Well, thanks, but I still wanna be the best."
Oh, the best.
Spencer Hastings full mode.
"Are you trying to compete with me?", Emily softly teased. "This is a two people thing, Spence, but now you just wanna get better than me. Is that it?"
Spencer leaned in again.
"No, cause nobody can be better than you", she huskily whispered into Emily's ear, sending an electric wave all over her body. "I just don't wanna fall behind."
"I wouldn't worry about that", Emily whispered back, "cause I won't leave you behind."
Spencer separated her face a little and inspected Emily.
"Are you scared?", she asked, releasing one hand to be able to touch Emily's forehead and left brow. "Am I that bad?"
Emily wondered how she could be both so adorable and hot at the same time.
"You don't scare me at all", she assured, "but I still wanna move my hands."
She pouted, and Spencer laughed now.
"I'll let you touch my face."
"Oh, your face", Emily rolled her eyes mockingly, but immediately moved her free hand to Spencer's face and stroke her jaw line, starting to close the distance when her hand moved to the back of her neck. "That's a great thing, thank you."
They looked into each other's darkened eyes, and Spencer leaned in again. Instead of murmuring a response into Emily's ear, she just went for a continuation of the kiss, releasing Emily's other hand so she could be the one to start the process of undressing her. Slowly, while they were still kissing, she pulled Emily's T up, breaking the kiss only to take it off. Their foreheads touched as Spencer looked down at Emily's dark, curvy body, letting her hands walk to Emily's back, where they unhooked Emily's green bra. Her skin was burning at the touch of her hand, and she felt dismayed and dizzy yet once again, much like it happened to her every time. But she held it together, a true hero, as their lips and their tongues reconnected and played their slow-motioned dance, all traces of anxiety gone. Long hours ahead of them, like an open highway; no need to rush. A rhythm was progressively conquering both of their bodies, although now it was at her own demand. Finally, she could sort of understand what she was doing, taking her time, and when her mouth travelled south, first to Emily's neck and shoulder and then further down to her breasts, it was Emily who had to hold it together and struggle to paralyze her hands. This game was sort of hot, in that weird, obsessive way that was typical of Spencer's plans and schemes, but it was also torture, and the torture only increased its burning pain when Spencer's hands reached Emily's denim skirt and carefully unbuttoned it, letting it fall down to the floor without really wandering underneath; without even allowing a slight, faint touch to happen in forbidden territory (for everybody else, but not for Spencer Hastings after all her chaotic, savage mistakes). Not yet, at least. Not now.
Their foreheads touched again as Spencer broke the kiss to look down once again, suddenly impressed at her own skills and self-control. They breathed each other's warm, heavy breaths while Spencer felt Emily's muscles tense up at the tease of her hand down her lower stomach and the small of her back, near her butt.
She raised her eyes and Emily looked back, all dark and flustered.
"Aren't you gonna get naked?", she murmured when their eyes met. "Or is it part of the game?"
Spencer considered the question for an instant. Her getting naked would mean a greater danger of losing control, thus of losing this chance to win the game and improve her skills.
But it was only fair.
Holding Emily's gaze, she pushed down and let go of her leggings first, mastering the art of balance and equilibrium like the classy girl she was. Then she took off her own loose T-shirt.
Emily stared at Spencer's suddenly unreachable skin, swallowed saliva and then directed her eyes at her bra, so Spencer had no other choice but to unhook it too.
Here they were now, standing on equal footing.
Not exactly, though. Emily confirmed the disadvantage when Spencer approached her own feverish body to hers, skin against skin, only to continue the torturing tease to which she couldn't really respond in any way which wasn't a kiss, a sigh or a moan; or a touch of the face or the neck. So she let the air out of her lungs while her disadvantaged hands brought Spencer's face closer to deepen the enduring, intermittent kiss.
This game might be hot, but holding the power was hotter, and Emily wanted it back.
A moan escaped her lips when Spencer's fingers finally reached her panties.
Well, hadn't Emily said she wouldn't like this idea? Apparently, not only her throat but also her panties said otherwise. They did seem to be enjoying the game quite a lot.
As a result, an immediate smile twitched Spencer's lips, and she had to break the kiss off, pride and arrogance shining in her eyes.
Oh, she was going to be the best at this game, the same way she nailed every game, every single task she focused on. It was about time already. It was about freaking time, because there had to be a way to handle Emily the way she knew how to handle her, even if it cost her more time to learn how to do it.
Even if it was at the cost of preventing Emily from moving, really.
There had to be a way.
This was the way, and the assault of knowledge made her feel dizzy once again, her stomach and her head starting to whirl and twirl like crazy.
Go, Spencer, go. Don't lose it now. Don't be fooled into thinking you're already getting it, because you're not.
There's still a long road ahead of you.
Long hours, long, steady dark hours away from the world. Don't burst the bubble now, make it last, make it good.
She reinitiated the kiss more hungrily than ever, trying not to ruin her achievements with this sudden impulse to self-applause. Emily kissed back hungrily too, the logical, natural response to her attack, and they engaged in it for what seemed like forever until Spencer decided on another move. She grabbed Emily tightly and drove her away from the wall towards her lake-house study table (she had a study table in every single house her family owned), against which she pushed her now.
Emily shot her a surprised glance, her sleepy, bedroom eyes suddenly opening wide.
"And the bed?", Emily managed to ask in between kisses.
"You can't speak either", Spencer grunted, because she wasn't going to take any orders now.
Emily smiled in that kind of amused manner she was smiling today, but shut up her mouth and then literally gasped when Spencer pulled her legs up on the table in order to take her panties off. Truly naked now, her whole body pulsated and throbbed with desire and anticipation, and Spencer made a pause to contemplate the work of art, the killing Fields dead on her hands, a fierce, determined expression that softened the instant she understood the vision in front of her eyes.
Go for it.
Bending her own body down, almost kneeling in a resolute move, she buried her face between Emily's legs, into the forbidden territory that she owned now for herself. Emily let out a surprised cry and tried to keep her balance against the table, one hand on the surface and the other one trying to reach Spencer's body. But her efforts failed when Spencer placed one of her legs over her shoulder to get into a more comfortable position and Emily just had to support herself with both hands on the table and against the wall.
It wasn't the first time it happened.
Spencer still didn't totally know what to do and still didn't know if she liked doing it. It was a mystery, but Emily was good at it ever since the first time, and just kept getting better and better, over and over; and, god, did she love it. And that meant she had to be good too, not because it was a competition but basically because Spencer just had to have the same effect on her. She couldn't be either fussy or clumsy about this serious sexual activity anymore. She had to go for it and nail it like she was nailing everything else in life… well, mostly everything.
Her tongue tasted the slightly sour, salty flavour while her hands held Emily's legs to prevent them from jerking. Still, her muscles contracted and tensed on the leg Spencer held over her shoulder, and she embraced it with her arm and caressed it with her fingers both to relax her and to create a mixture of sensations that would feel right, that would drive wild. The way she'd learned every time Emily did it to her – with care and obvious fervour.
Combining fervour with care was the real tricky thing here.
A mystery.
Timid at first, her tongue advanced and ventured furthered down the territory, softly exploring and invading it without force.
A pang of pain struck the base of her neck and her back. This was a bad posture.
And her knees were starting to hurt too.
The bed.
Damn. Emily was right. One point less for Spencer.
She stood up, releasing Emily's leg while her muscles stretched. The sight of Emily sitting, struggling on the table, her lips parted in want and surprise at the sudden stop, made her feel the intensity of her own desire sending waves and curls all over her stomach and her legs. But there was no time for contemplation as Emily moved to hold her in a hungry embrace. Apparently, she'd already forgotten the prohibition to use her hands on anything that wasn't her face. But she was dead for her already, so Spencer used the embrace to pull her from the table against which she had thrown her some minutes earlier and to drive her to the bed on which they both fell, their bodies lit up, trembling leaves of sweat and fever.
"I told you."
Emily's voice shivered, small and low at the same time.
"And I told you not to speak", Spencer reminded, shooting her a commanding glance, although her own voice sounded raspy and weak.
They kissed heavily again, and Emily held her by the shoulders, making Spencer feel the danger in her mouth. A change of position, a slight interruption might mean the end of her winning power game, and she couldn't really allow that.
She just had to reignite the whole thing.
Fortunately, she had landed on top so it was easier to claim the power back. With a touch of her hand and a little force, she disentangled herself from Emily's embrace and kiss and made the trip down again, her long, wavy hair tickling and brushing Emily's trembling skin along the way.
Switch the machine on.
The sex machine on, the love machine on.
She might be losing some points already.
Her lips teased Emily's inner thighs, teeth and tongue grazing and sucking the fitness of her muscles, insisting on the torture before her tongue took up and reached direct contact again. Timidly, softly, gently again, but still not too timidly, in fear of losing the rhythm and the craving she'd so slowly and masterfully built up, Spencer tried to remember her lessons. Emily's lessons, Emily's orders, Emily's subtle indications, Emily's little ways and sudden killer moves. Emily, who seemed to know every secret about how to do this without fear, without shame.
Emily's throat let out a deep, encouraging moan.
The machine was on.
Never look back, Spencer, never take anything back. Go for it with all you have.
Look back.
Light hit her head and she grabbed Emily's ass and legs with her arms, initiating a movement to turn both of them over until Emily was on top and it was her who was lying on her back. She had a lot of access from this angle, so it was definitely a good idea, no matter how many changes and shifts of positions she'd already tried. This was the one.
She pulled Emily's glorious ass upwards, bringing her closer to her face.
Emily seemed surprised when she looked down at her from her new position, even though she'd allowed Spencer to carry her there, letting herself be driven through this new change of the game.
She was already too turned on to deny obedience.
"What are you doing?"
She had to ask the question, however, and her own faint voice sounded strange to her.
Spencer lifted her head and licked to show Emily exactly what she was doing. It was more than a tease but less than a feverous performance, although the action was perfectly understood and Emily trembled and moaned again, her eyes open wide while she looked down at Spencer, who was holding her gaze.
Oh, this was a brilliant idea. She could actually see her. She could actually taste, touch, hear and see every effect her mouth had on her.
Man, she was really the best when she actually made the effort and put herself to it.
"Sit on me", Spencer asked.
But Emily hesitated, despite her obvious, urgent need, so Spencer demonstrated again with yet another smooth lick of her tongue in order to impose her will.
This time Emily pushed and sort of rubbed a little against her mouth, though, unable to really resist it much longer, her hands reaching for Spencer's face and hair.
Every war was made of small victories.
"Sit."
"You won't breathe."
Emily's small voice showed a slight trace of real concern hidden between layers and layers of enduring, torturing arousal at the constantly interrupted tease.
"Emily, do it."
Spencer enveloped Emily's thighs with her arms and pushed down with enough force to make Emily comply, her actions accompanying the command of her voice.
She was too turned on now to admit a defeat.
She was really winning the game. Seriously. For real.
For the first time.
So Emily complied. Sort of.
She lowered her body a little so Spencer wouldn't have to lift her head, her legs trembling with the effort of holding up but also with an anticipation she couldn't really put off any longer.
It didn't matter. It was just a question of time and skill.
It was painted all over her face.
And Spencer knew what it meant.
Therefore, leaving aside all timidity, she allowed fervour and care to take over. Her tongue, her lips and her nose worked in unison with dirty, obscene grace, sliding up and down, roaming around Emily's sex sometimes with firm accuracy, sometimes with idle, lazy yield, taking advantage of the new angle, making space - until the work of circles and slides paid off when the liquid taste completely filled her mouth, a rich and tasty sign she was actually starting to savor in its plain, sheer purity and depth. Did you all know our word culture is originally linked to the agricultural field, laboring the earth, days and nights passing, the earth giving its fruits to the laborers, did you know that the word culture originally means to honor, to adore - to care - it even shares the same etymological roots - roots planted, seeds planted like Emily and herself?
Work paid off.
Spencer opened her eyes and saw Emily looking back at her through heavy-lidded eyes, so obviously aroused by the situation that the look on her face only motivated her to go for more, to make the best out of it.
A groan escaped her own throat as her tongue thrust inside Emily's core to have actual, by-the-book sex.
It was actually good.
It was actually better than reading a book.
Emily's legs contracted intensely at the new, unexpected move of her tongue, forcing Spencer to use her hands to hold her tight and at the same time to push her down, grinding her against her. This time Emily pushed down too and pressed, eager to extend and deepen the sensation, her willpower and resistance already lost to the world of the living. Spencer heard her heavy pants and her cry, the slow rhythm of her orgasm building against her tongue as she thrust inside, then as she let it out to suck and tease again when Emily moved to allow it before returning, coming around and around and around until Emily came around in her mouth and the series of final cries and shivers conquered the air around them, crumpling the sheets where they were lying down.
She liked winning.
And she loved, loved, loved winning Emily over to her cause, to the cause of best-girlfriend-ever Spencer Hastings, no matter how many parachutes she decided to provide, no matter how sometimes she seemed to do more wrong than right. No matter how inadequate she knew she was sometimes, only sometimes, when the fears of losing the fight against the world, against A, led her to do things that might not be shared by Emily or by the other people about whom she cared. No matter how clumsy she'd been other times, how easy she actually was every time when it was for Emily, every time.
Emily.
The killer Fields, dead in her mouth.
Hanna was right. Oral sex was not gross. It was just sex.
Awesome sex, actually.
Ew, wrong mental image. It was weird to think of Hanna now. Latin was much better.
She let the thoughts go as she wiped her face against Emily's thighs and then on her stomach, once Emily let her body fall by her side on the bed, exhausted but still in shivers. Her eyes were shut and her breathing heavy, her chest rising and lowering with every breath.
Flames and sweat covered her cheeks and her forehead.
She was hers.
Yes, she was hers, there was no doubt.
Spencer touched Emily's neck, looking for the pulsating point of the carotid artery, which was still beating wildly, and softly moved to kiss Emily's shoulder so her presence would be again noted. Emily slowly opened her eyes, heavy lids, heavy breaths, heavy lashes too, the pure, deep look of sex.
Awesome sex as finally provided by Spencer Hastings, present.
Emily smiled her sweet after-sex smile, which was different from every other sweet smile Emily had to offer to anyone else, and took a moment to recover before speaking.
"A+."
That was all she said to accompany her smile. A flash of mischief lightened up her face, reuniting with the post-sexual flames, and Spencer smiled in return, somehow delighted at the (wrong) idea of being graded like this.
"I think it's more of an A."
She could still get better.
Emily rolled over on her side to face her directly.
"No, it's definitely an A+, trust me", she smirked. "I should know."
They stared at each other for a long moment, and Emily finally closed the distance between their lips. After some slow kissing, Spencer moved her head to whisper into Emily's ear.
"I think this is the first time I get everything right." Well, almost everything. "I'm the best. I own the game and I know all of your tricks."
Emily smiled at the words, because she could perfectly detect Spencer's moments of self-assurance and pride along the way. As a response, however, her hand reached Spencer's ass in order to even out the underwear situation, but Spencer's own hand stopped her.
"Say it."
Emily looked right at Spencer, her eyes sparkling again.
"You own the game and you know all of my tricks", she finally said, giving up on the suspenseful tease. "And now you just have to get naked for real."
She didn't want to keep waiting. She didn't want any more suspense. She needed to do stuff. She was dying to do stuff because it'd been torture to play this sweet, wicked game of paralysis and sudden changes of positions.
Spencer didn't answer, but allowed her hand to slowly retreat.
Emily's hands, however, worked a little more hastily than it was usual while trying to slip Spencer's panties down, so she stopped halfway to ask for collaboration.
"Spence, I'm dying here, help me."
It wasn't so often that Emily was the anxious one. And, besides, if someone was dying, it was Spencer, who was actually… burning up like a cake rising and growing in the oven. The slow kisses a moment ago almost gave her a heart attack… or a lower-stomach, leg-to-toe attack, to be precise.
But she tried to play it cool.
"You can't be dying here, I just made you happy", she answered, lying on her elbow, "and anyway you're not supposed to move until I say so."
Emily frowned, but caught the tease in Spencer's voice.
"Really?", Emily asked. "Well, can I move now?"
Without waiting for an answer, she shut Spencer's response down with another kiss, and this time she made sure to make it deep and long enough. When Spencer moved her leg to try to climb and entangle Emily's body again, Emily took advantage of the chance and lifted Spencer's ass to slowly continue pushing her panties down, to a point where Spencer herself had to break the kiss to take them off.
Now she had her where she wanted.
After giving up on her game, Spencer simply continued the movement and gained her position on top, straddling on Emily's bare abdomen.
A stare followed, heavy on the meaning because Emily could feel the wetness staining her stomach, exactly as she was expecting when she tried to wholly undress Spencer. She was so sure Spencer would not disappoint.
Especially not after the slow torture that had taken place.
"Can I touch or not?"
Her voice suddenly sounded hoarse at the dizzying sensation on her stomach, but Spencer, again, didn't answer and just stared back.
She bit her lower lip, though.
She looked down a little and sighed before looking back.
Sexy as hell.
Sexy as burning-in-flames hell.
Emily wouldn't mind being burned alive if hell meant she could forever enjoy this sight.
She sneaked her hand between her own abdomen and Spencer's body, instantly touching the wetness, and Spencer closed her eyes slowly and moved a little to allow for Emily's mobility.
Oh, so now she wanted her to do a killer move?
Killer move be it.
She was so wet Emily slipped one finger inside without really thinking about any previous stimulation, and so Spencer gasped in surprise and opened her eyes wide.
Was that too much of a killing?
Emily didn't think so and she held Spencer's gaze forever in defiance, enjoying, once again, the alluring, seductive surprise on her face, the way she always did, the way it always worked with her. Then she curled her finger and pushed until Spencer moaned and grunted in pleasure. She thought the victim could pretty much be instantly killed, but she wanted to make it last, to hunt her down until she found her and got her out of her secret burrow – to tease and torture, exactly as she'd been forced to endure during the last minutes, hours, days and nights of her day… How long had it been since they arrived to this room? Emily didn't even have a sense of time anymore, confined in the dark space of mid-morning sex. It could be mid-afternoon sex already for all she knew.
The sun could keep on shining outside, the lake still and calm. A summer storm could be starting to form, unleashing its heavenly forces up in the mountains, drops drizzling before pouring down on the lake, meshing up, confusing the earth and the sky, right now, outside.
Clouds could be dying the blue, for all she knew and cared.
Autumn could be catching up with them, forcing the leaves to colour up in red and brown before falling off the trees.
A crescent moon already forging sunset, closing up the day, but they were chained to this room.
Forever chained to this sight.
She slipped another finger inside, feeling light-headed and heavy on desire, and this time Spencer gaped, her mouth drawn in an oval that allowed Emily to see the perfect little front teeth hidden behind the thinner upper lip.
Spencer frowned, then let out a small cry.
Bold moves, killer moves. Maybe she was too much of a killer. Maybe she was too anxious and wanted to hunt Spencer down too badly because… well, just because. No reason.
Because who wouldn't want Spencer badly anyway?
And because she was used to going first.
But wanting things too badly never led to good things.
Emily sensed Spencer freeze, growing increasingly tight. They had already done this, but never in this position, so Emily felt an urgent need to get close and struggled to sit up. Without slipping any of her fingers out, she managed the change of position and wrapped Spencer with her free arm, leaning into her to whisper up to her mouth.
"Does it bother you?"
Spencer was grateful for the sudden embrace, although she was still frowning.
"No." Her weakest voice came out of her throat. "Just a little."
Emily frowned too in response, starting to feel slightly guilty about the hunt-down and her apparently forceful desire.
Another hunt-down strategy was needed, because her killer moves were actually killing the mood.
Her fingers moved and started to shy away, but Spencer grabbed her forearm firmly.
"No", she said weakly again. "Go on."
"Are you sure?", Emily asked, concerned this wasn't really a good idea anymore. "I mean, you're obviously not enjoying this right now."
Spencer looked at her with a warm, yet naughty expression.
"I said go on."
Instead of letting go of Emily's forearm, she slowly squeezed and pulled closer.
That goddamn dizzying feeling that was making Emily behave bolder than she should started to spin in her head again, and she flowed with the move Spencer had both approved of and encouraged. Her fingers slowly thrust, pushing very slightly, and curled inside of her to reduce the impact of the invasion. Spencer grunted loudly again, her forehead still wrinkled and sweaty at the sensation, and searched for Emily's mouth. They kissed deeply while Emily felt Spencer's sharp breathing inside her mouth and, just when she was starting to get worried again, the sense of a humid, welcoming smoothness returned. Thanking all the divine powers, or just their own human weakness and vice, she tried to manoeuvre slowly in order to explore, but the sitting position didn't allow for much and Emily let her body fall on her back once more.
And there she saw the sight again.
Her own body trembled, and her two fingers pressed further and thrust more aggressively in response, making Spencer cry out at the shift of force.
Spencer locked eyes with her, fire pouring out of her body and her eyes.
Was she pissed? Was she horny?
Did she really want this?
But no, not really. There was nothing scary about Spencer. Not for Emily. There was only pure sexiness, amazing, spin-head-inducing sexiness and hotness and also warmth.
"Help me here", Emily requested again, not really knowing what she actually meant.
Spencer leaned forward a little, pressing Emily's fit, curvy abs with her hands. Then she slightly rocked against Emily's hand, and she had to close her eyes again when the intense sensation hit her and made her shudder once more as if her body was just an innocent leaf blown by the wind and then set in fire to slowly burn under the sun or at the spark of a match. Emily's sun, Emily's sparkling match. Emily's increasingly darkening, consuming eyes.
Or maybe not so slowly.
She shuddered more intensely now, as her body increased the rocking rhythm.
Emily took that as a green light, her fingers ready to explore and reach into the thrusting movement Spencer was initiating, and they danced together in this position, a progressive, regular rhythm building up that gained speed when Emily stretched her fingers, trying to move them as much as the position allowed. Which wasn't much, after all. She basically depended on Spencer's movements and decisions so, when Spencer's hands reached out for Emily's body until her fingers touched her face, stopping to slightly press Emily's full lips and searching inside for her teeth, Emily bit the index finger gently in a responsive, harmonious flow of moves.
Spencer lips twitched up a little in a slight smile, and Emily bit now somewhat harder.
Another intense, fiery gaze followed.
"Emily."
Spencer's throaty voice sounded both as a stuttering, babbling plead and a command, and Emily wondered if she was going to be scolded.
"Yeah?"
"Emily", Spencer strained to repeat, breathing sharply. "Kiss me."
She wanted her to sit up again, but Emily didn't. She just smiled knowingly while her fingers pressed harder inside, a move that achieved what she was looking for: another surprised glance, followed by a deep, enduring, broken moan.
Killers kill their prey, don't they?
Then she fought to sit up again, helping herself on her one free hand. Losing the sight, she gained Spencer's lower lip and, even before properly responding to the kiss Spencer was trying to initiate, she sucked and bit sweetly on it. Almost there, Emily made a last effort to move in order to have the mobility she was lacking. Spencer's body leaned slightly to one side, allowing Emily to increase the speed and the force with which her fingers worked inside. Breaking off the kiss, she buried her face down Spencer's hair, smelling and biting her neck like crazy, and Spencer cursed for the first time ever since they started having sex, which was weird but somehow motivating, in a sense.
That bitten, dripped-against-teeth, metallic curse meant everything it had to mean.
Spencer bit Emily's earlobe in an erratic, abrupt last effort to foolishly retaliate before collapsing, all body sounds clear and loud in Emily's ear.
All sounds clear and loud.
Spencer made sure of that. She wanted Emily to hear that.
They embraced each other until the effects of the collapsing orgasm started to fade away. Once Spencer recovered her voice, she whispered into Emily's ear again.
"I love you."
She wanted Emily to hear that too.
Emily moved to stare back at her and smiled that self-satisfied, shy-and-innocent smirk she was the one person on earth to smile without looking like an arrogant, stupid asshole. It was actually the sexiest thing, and Spencer only felt her love grow every time it was directed at her.
"You know", Emily started to say, leaning down on her back again, too tired to maintain her sitting position and too eager to recover a more global sight of Spencer, "you're not supposed to say that kind of thing during or after sex."
Spencer raised her brows and let her body slowly fall on Emily's side.
"And why's that?"
Then she breathed against Emily's ear again.
"I might just believe it", Emily joked.
She brushed away one sticky wave of hair out of Spencer's sweaty forehead.
"Well, you better believe it already, it's not like it's the first time I say the words."
"It's the first time you say them after cursing."
Emily laughed, observing the red colours creep out to Spencer's already luminous pink skin.
"You bitch", Spencer replied softly, and tried to pat Emily's cheek. "You're not supposed to use that kind of information to make fun of me. Fuck you."
The metallic curse word sounded now soft and sweet.
"Again?"
Another, harder fake slap followed.
Then Emily inspected Spencer's face, allowing all her warmth and adoration to flow through her eyes.
Oh, the sight.
"You look beautiful."
"Is that your way of saying you love me too?"
Spencer tried to sound sarcastic, but exhaustion and love just made her sound happy.
"Yeah."
They stayed in that position for a while until Spencer rolled over, face down the covers. Her breathing evened out in a regular sound, and Emily thought she'd fallen asleep. No wonder.
But she wasn't sleepy.
She was hungry.
So she carefully, silently got up, put on Spencer's loose T, which was what she could actually find somewhere near the bed, and initiated her walk to the kitchen. Well, not exactly to the kitchen; it was more likely she'd find something to eat in the paper bag she'd dropped how many minutes or hours or days or summers ago in the living room.
When she was already close to the bedroom door, she heard Spencer's sleepy voice behind her.
"Don't go."
"I'm just going to grab something to eat. I'm hungry."
"Me too", Spencer sighed.
"I'll bring you something."
Spencer looked back at her, eyes hardly visible in the dark. But Emily could sense the intensity of her gaze.
"Hurry up."
Emily lingered a little on the feeling of Spencer's body before opening the door that allowed the light of day to finally break in the room.
A/N 2: IxHeartxGlee and Maxi-Luca: I think these two know each other very well, so they'd always listen to each other, or try at least. It's not like they're new to each other and have to get to know what their intentions really are. Plus, Emily IS Emily. I don't think you can get a more understanding, kind character than hers to work with, even when she's mad and jealous. That being said, Maxi-Luca, she never said she'd forgiven Spencer. She just said she wasn't mad anymore ;).
EmilyPLLover: Thank you! I'm loving that you love jealous Emily and leading Spencer! LOL. Really, your words mean a lot. Everybody's words do, actually :)
A/N 3: Title taken from "Crossfire", song by Brandon Flowers.