Chapter 12

Paige

"Can you see it if I do this?" Emily asked.

Paige studied Emily, her head tilting to the side. "No, but walking around with your hand on your neck is gonna look weird." Emily groaned in frustration. They were alone in the locker room for their morning swim, trying to figure out how to hide the hickey she had accidentally given Emily. It was fine when Emily had her hair and clothes to hide the mark, but her hair was currently tucked under a swim cap and her neck was left exposed for everyone to see. "But it looks like the only option. God, I'm such an idiot." She was feeling anxious that there was physical evidence of their relationship on display. She shouldn't have let herself get carried away like that; she just wanted Emily so badly.

"I'll just need to make sure I'm in the water as much as possible," Emily sighed, shutting her locker and walking over to her.

"Have you got a story ready in case someone sees it?" Paige asked, her hands twitching.

"Paige, if anyone sees it they'll know it's a hickey, there's not really much to tell," Emily said, massaging her forehead as if she were getting a headache.

"But what if Spencer, Hanna or Aria see it? They'll want to know who gave you it."

Emily was quiet for a moment before she took Paige's face in her hands and looked directly into her eyes. "Is Spencer, Hanna or Aria on the swim team?" Paige shook her head when she realised Emily actually wanted her to answer the question. "Well then, they're not going to see it. And I highly doubt anyone on the team will ask about it, so will you just relax?" Emily kissed her quickly, walking past her to make her way to the pool.

Paige trailed after her, trying to listen to Emily's logic. Paige was extremely grateful that Emily put up with her paranoia, constantly reassuring her. She knew it must be irritating for Emily; she was even starting to annoy herself. But she didn't know any other way. People couldn't know; it wasn't an option.

Emily dove into the pool, starting to swim at a steady pace to the other side. Paige couldn't help but stand and watch her move flawlessly through the water.

Emily swam back, lifting up her goggles to look at her. "What're you doing?" She wiped a hand over her face, smearing water droplets down her cheek.

Paige smiled, looking over to check that Coach Fulton wasn't in her office before sitting on the edge of the pool and sliding into the water beside Emily, shivering in the coldness. "Just watching you." Emily blushed, Paige reaching out under the water to touch the side of Emily's thigh lightly.

Paige saw her gulp, her eyes darkening. Paige's index finger slipped slightly under the elastic of Emily's swimsuit at her hip, playing with the material. Emily's eyes closed before she cleared her throat, quickly removing Paige's hand and lacing their fingers together. They stared at each other a moment before Emily smirked, inhaling and disappearing under the water. Paige felt her tug on her hand, asking her to follow.

Paige took a breath, sinking below the surface, water rushing around her ears, blocking out the world around them. Her eyes stung slightly as she opened them, having forgotten to pull her goggles down, but she could make out Emily smiling at her. Emily's hand travelled to the back of her neck, pulling Paige towards her, their lips connecting. Paige wrapped her arms around Emily's body, feeling safe and secure suspended in the water with Emily.

Paige felt Emily smile against her mouth, air bubbles escaping and tickling her cheek. They broke apart, rising to the surface and laughing. Emily was still close to her, running the back of her fingers over Paige's stomach. "Um, we should probably start swimming," she said quietly.

It took every fibre of Paige's being to move back from her, clearing her throat. "Yeah."

Thankfully the week's swim practices passed without incident, Emily assuring her that no one had mentioned the hickey. The mark was barely noticeable now, much to their delight. Paige had promised to be more cautious in the future, her stomach flipping when Emily had implied she only had to be careful on the skin that would be visible to other people.

It was Friday afternoon, just after their swim practice had finished, when Coach Fulton approached her. "Paige, can I speak to you for a moment?" She signalled to follow her into her office.

Paige looked over at Emily, raising her eyebrows. Emily smiled, nodding towards the retreating coach in encouragement. Paige made her way to the office, closing the door behind her.

"So, I'm sure you know what this about," Coach Fulton said, a kind expression on her face. Hope swelled inside of Paige. "I want you to anchor the meet in Philly on Wednesday."

"Yes," Paige said instantly, a huge grin spreading across her face. This was her chance to show the scouts what she could do, and her dad would be so happy with her. She sighed, some of the heaviness that had been on her shoulders seeping away. "Thanks, Coach."

"No problem, you earned it."

Paige walked to the locker room in high spirits, Emily giving her a quick hug when she saw her. Paige's face must have given away the fact that she got the anchor spot. "Congrats!"

"Thanks," Paige smiled, happy that Emily didn't seem upset. "Now I just hope I don't screw it up." She hoped that the pressure of the scouts being there didn't impact on her performance.

"You won't," Emily said confidently.

As expected, her dad was thrilled when she told him, and Paige was so pleased that she didn't even get irritated by his motivational speech that followed.

And the day was about to get even better.

They had just finished eating dinner when her dad received a text. He cursed under his breath. "What is it?" her mom asked, brow furrowing.

"Bill's just asked if I can attend the business meeting in Scranton tomorrow morning; he's come down with a sickness bug." He sighed, scratching his head as he considered his options. "It's at half nine so I'd probably have to get a room for tonight."

Her mom frowned. "Oh, honey, that's a bit late notice, is it not? We had lunch plans for tomorrow."

"I know. I'm sorry, but it's important and I'm the only one who can go." He looked guilty at having to cancel their plans. "Hey, why don't you come with me? I can go to the meeting and then we can make a day of it in Scranton?"

Paige's heart rate increased. Say yes. Say yes.

"Hmm, that could work." She looked at Paige hesitantly. "You don't mind staying in yourself for the night, do you?"

Paige tried not to shake her head too enthusiastically. "No, that's fine. You should go."

"Great," her dad smiled, standing up as he began to phone someone, probably the hotel he usually stayed in when he had business in Scranton.

About an hour and a half later, Paige was watching anxiously from her bedroom window as her parents car drove off down the road. She waited until she could no longer see them, making sure they were truly gone, before grabbing her phone off of her bed to call Emily.

"Hey, are you busy?" Paige asked, trying not to sound too excited.

"Not really, just doing some calculus homework. Please tell me you have something better to offer," Emily pleaded.

Paige bit her lip. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over?"

There was silence on the other end of the line, Emily eventually saying, "Okay?"

Paige realised that Emily hadn't been over to her house since they began seeing each other. It hadn't been a conscious thing (or had it?); it was just the way things had worked out. "Oh, my parents are away to Scranton for the night," she added, cringing slightly at how obvious this conversation was sounding, but thankfully Emily didn't seem to mind.

"Oh." Paige could hear the smile in her voice. "Um, give me an hour?"

"Sure, see you then." Paige hung up, exhaling a breath, a smile still on her face. She stood there rooted to the spot, the enormity of what was about to happen suddenly dawning on her. Jesus. She tried her best not to hyperventilate.

She had a quick glance around her room, deciding she should tidy it a bit before Emily came around. It wasn't even that messy, but it distracted her from overthinking the evening ahead. Twenty minutes later and her phone rang. Paige picked it up quickly, worrying when she saw it was Emily. "Hey, everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just forgot to ask; do you want me to stay over? Just so I know what to tell my parents and whether to bring an overnight bag and-"

"Yes, Emily. I want you to stay." Paige was glad that she wasn't the only one feeling nervous.

"Okay, good. I mean, that's fine." Paige heard Emily taking in a breath over the phone before she quickly said, "I'm gonna go now, bye." Paige couldn't help the laugh that escaped her, sitting on the bed, her leg bouncing up and down anxiously. She stood up suddenly, realising she should probably have a quick shower.

Afterwards, she debated whether she should get dressed again or just change into sweats and a t-shirt. Figuring that it probably wouldn't matter much anyway, she chose the latter.

It felt like forever yet all too soon when she heard Emily knocking on her door. She hurried down the stairs to answer it, opening the door slightly breathless. Emily gave her a shy smile, standing on the porch with a small bag which she held in front of her with both hands. "Hi."

"Hi." Emily just stood there. "Are you coming in?" Paige asked, smirking slightly.

Emily laughed nervously. "Yeah, sorry." Paige closed the door once Emily walked past her, turning to see Emily looking unsure what to do, watching her place her bag on the floor before picking it up again. Thinking that they both needed to relax, she made her way to the kitchen. We've got the whole night, she reminded herself. No need to rush things.

"You want anything to eat? Drink?" she shouted over her shoulder. She heard Emily kicking off her shoes before following after her.

"Just water, please," Emily replied. Paige opened the fridge and took out two bottles of water, handing one to Emily. Paige paused a moment, before deciding to take a seat at the kitchen table. Emily sat opposite her, an awkward silence descending on them.

"So," Emily started, tapping her fingers on the table. "Where are your parents?"

"Scranton. My dad got asked to fill in at a business meeting in the morning, and they're just going to spend the day there tomorrow."

"Cool."

"Yeah." Paige took a sip of her water just for something to do. It was as if they had reverted back to the days after they had first kissed at Noel's party, Paige wracking her brain for something to say. She looked over at Emily, Emily quickly looking away before laughing under her breath, running a hand through her hair. Paige sighed, hoping the whole night wasn't going to be this awkward. "You want to watch a movie?"

Emily looked back at her, their eyes connecting. Paige saw something like resolve flash over Emily's face before she stood up and slowly made her way around the table towards her. She stopped in front of her, holding out her hand. Paige took it immediately, standing up so that she was extremely close to Emily, their noses almost touching. "Paige, I don't want to watch a movie," Emily said quietly but surely.

Paige swallowed. "Okay," she whispered. Emily leaned in, kissing her gently. And just like that, the uncomfortable tension was gone.

Paige wrapped her arms around Emily, beginning to walk them backwards in the direction of the stairs. They kissed as they moved down the hallway and began heading upstairs, only breaking contact when Emily stumbled and fell backwards. They laughed, Paige pulling Emily up by the hand and dragging her the rest of the way up, pulling her quickly towards her bedroom.

Paige kicked the door closed, her lips on Emily's once more, pushing her towards the bed. Paige landed on top of her as they crashed onto the mattress, their bodies connecting. Emily shuffled back on her elbows further up the bed, Paige crawling after her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as Emily reached up to run her hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head and gripping her hair slightly. Emily's eyes were almost black with want as she pulled Paige towards her mouth again, their tongues brushing as Paige slipped her thigh in between Emily's. She trailed her fingers up and down Emily's arms slowly, feeling goosebumps rise up along her skin.

Paige ran her palm over Emily's chest, squeezing her breast gently through her shirt. Emily responded by biting down on her lip and running her other hand up the back of Paige's t-shirt. Paige pulled back when she felt Emily tugging at the material, realising Emily was signalling for her to take it off.

She moved herself into a kneeling position, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. Heat pooled in her stomach at the way Emily's eyes were roaming over the newly exposed skin, her hands reaching out to run up her sides, making Paige shiver.

She settled back down on top of Emily, propping herself slightly to one side so that she could get better access to Emily's front. They kissed slowly and deeply as Paige's hand ran over Emily's breasts again, before moving to the buttons on her shirt, popping them free one by one. Emily's fingers were running gently up and down her spine, toying with her bra but not moving to undo the clasp just yet.

Paige felt the last button of Emily's shirt come undone; she broke apart from the kiss, looking down as she flipped the fabric of Emily's shirt to the side, revealing a black lacy bra that made Paige's brain short circuit. She dipped her head to kiss down Emily's neck as her hand smoothed over the skin of Emily's stomach.

Emily clutched at her back as her tongue darted out to taste her, nibbling along her collarbone. Her mouth moved lower, kissing down in between Emily's breasts only to be hindered by her bra. As amazing as Emily looked in it, Paige wanted it off.

She tried to reach around Emily's back under her shirt to undo the clasp but it wasn't working so well with Emily pressed into the mattress. Paige leaned back again, finding Emily's hands to pull her with her so that they were both kneeling on the bed. Paige's hand rested on Emily's lower back, pulling her flush against her body and nipping at her lips, moaning softly at the feeling of Emily's bare stomach coming into contact with her own.

Her hand slid up Emily's back, unclasping her bra much more gracefully than the last time. Her heart was in her throat as she watched the material become loose around Emily's breasts. She moved her hands up to Emily's neck to slide her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, Emily helping her to remove it, throwing it off of the bed. Paige's hands moved back up, moving gently over the skin of Emily's shoulders, her index fingers hooking around the straps of Emily's bra. With bated breath, she pulled the garment down slowly, gasping when it fell away from Emily.

She was beautiful.

She couldn't help staring, soaking in every inch of her.

"Paige…" Emily crossed her arms over her chest, breaking Paige's line of sight. She looked up to see Emily blushing, looking away from her. Paige had clearly embarrassed her.

She rubbed her hands soothingly over Emily's upper arms, leaning forward to kiss her. "Sorry," she murmured. "You're just… perfect." She pulled back to look into Emily's eyes, urging Emily to believe she meant what she said. A small smile appeared on Emily's lips; she slowly lowered her arms and took Paige's hands in hers.

She lay back down, pulling Paige with her. Paige kissed her softly as her fingers ghosted up and down Emily's side, over her stomach and between Emily's breasts. Paige couldn't help but watch as she moved her hand over her breast. Although she had done this before, being able to see her hand as she touched her took her breath away. She felt wetness begin to pool between her legs, cupping Emily's breast gently before flicking a thumb over her nipple.

Paige looked up at Emily's face to see her reaction; she was watching Paige's hand touch her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Paige pinched her nipple lightly, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

She crashed their mouths back together, rubbing her hand all over Emily's chest, before beginning to kiss her way down. Emily squirmed beneath her as her lips moved closer and closer to their destination.

She kissed around the swell of her breast, finally brushing her lips over Emily's nipple, tentatively at first before taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it as her thumb rubbed over the other. Emily's hands clutched the back of her neck tightly, holding Paige's head close to her, arching her back into her mouth.

"Oh, god," Emily moaned. Paige hummed into her skin, flicking her tongue quickly back and forth over Emily's nipple as she raked her nails over her other breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. She became aware of the fact that Emily's legs were gradually spreading wider and wider beneath her. Paige softly stroked a hand down Emily's stomach, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of Emily's pants. Her hips bucked up towards her; Paige couldn't help but smile against Emily's chest as she began to kiss her way over to the other nipple, her fingers swiftly undoing the button and zip on Emily's jeans.

Paige became distracted when she felt Emily's hands tugging her bra down her arms; she had been too fascinated by Emily's body to realise that Emily had unfastened it at the back. Paige pulled back so that Emily could remove it completely.

Now it was her turn to blush.

Emily eyed her hungrily before flipping them over, pushing her thigh up into Paige's centre and kissing her heatedly, their breasts touching. Paige moaned into Emily's mouth, her fingers digging into the skin of her lower back, pulling Emily further into her.

Emily's hair tickled Paige's skin as she kissed down her neck, sucking on her pulse point as she groped her breast. Emily sat back on Paige's thigh, their eyes connecting as Emily rubbed her palms over Paige's chest. A seductive smirk formed on her lips as she pinched Paige's nipples, grinding herself into Paige's thigh.

"Fuck," Paige gasped.

Emily dipped her head, her mouth replacing her fingers. Paige made a strangled noise as the flat of Emily's tongue swiped over her nipple, before sucking lightly, her teeth grazing her skin. A jolt of arousal shot to Paige's core, the throbbing between her legs becoming almost painful. She ground herself into Emily's thigh in an attempt to relieve some of the building tension, her hands moving to the side of Emily's jeans and trying to tug them down.

She didn't manage to move them very far, the position they were lying in not cooperating with her, but she didn't hesitate in slipping her hands over Emily's underwear, squeezing her ass and pulling her down into her. Although she couldn't see them yet, she assumed that Emily's underwear matched her bra, feeling the lacy material under her fingertips. She suddenly wondered if Emily had bought the matching set especially for this occasion; especially for her. She became even more turned on at the thought.

Emily was doing indescribable things with her tongue across her chest, being soft and gentle one moment, and then surprising her the next by sucking hard on the swell of her breast, nipping at her skin. This was obviously what Emily had been referring to when she mentioned leaving a mark where no one could see.

Emily moved back up to her mouth, kissing her intensely. They both moaned when Paige slipped her hand down into the back of Emily's underwear, her fingers gripping the soft skin there.

Paige rolled them over so that she was on top once more, shuffling back and moving her hands to the top of Emily's jeans. Emily anticipated her next move, lifting her hips up off the bed so that Paige could pull them off, her eyes trailing down Emily's long legs as they came into view. She threw the jeans onto the mounting pile of clothes gathering on the floor, gulping when she looked back at Emily and her suspicions were proved right; Emily was wearing black lacy panties.

She was about to settle back down when Emily said, "No, you too." She tugged on Paige's sweats to clarify what she meant. Paige swallowed, suddenly feeling self-conscious with Emily's eyes on her. She hoped Emily didn't mind that she was only wearing simple girl boxers. She quickly pulled her sweats down, the material bunching and getting stuck around one of her ankles in her haste. She flushed, expecting Emily to laugh at her blunder. When she finally got them off and looked at Emily, there was a smile on her face, but her expression was so soft that it took Paige's breath away, her heart skipping a beat.

Paige crawled back towards her, both of them sighing as they came into contact again. Paige reveled in the feeling of Emily's smooth legs entangling with her own, admiring the contrasting colour of their skin as she looked down at their bodies pressing together. Paige ran her hand slowly up and down the side of Emily's thigh, Emily grasping the hair at the nape of her neck.

They kissed slowly as Paige slipped her hand up the side of Emily's underwear, her fingers tracing invisible patterns over the skin of her hip. Paige tried to stop the nerves building in her as she thought about what was going to happen next.

She pushed her thigh up, groaning as she felt Emily's wetness through her underwear against her skin. Emily gasped, pulling away from Paige's lips. Emily pushed down into her, her mouth half-opening at the sensation; Paige's mouth went dry at the sight. Emily brushed her lips across Paige's cheek, moving to kiss her ear. "Touch me," she whispered, nipping at Paige's ear lobe. Paige inhaled sharply, her eyes closing.

She kissed her way down Emily again, unable to resist playing with her nipples briefly, before trailing her lips down her stomach. She sat back as she slowly started to pull off the last of Emily's clothing, throwing her underwear to the bottom of the bed.

Paige's heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest at any moment, her brain trying to process the image of Emily completely naked in front of her. And Emily was ready - very ready. And it was all for her.

Paige moved back up to Emily's mouth quickly, flicking her tongue against Emily's as her thumb smoothed over Emily's hip bone, before moving to stroke her fingers over the soft skin of Emily's lower abdomen.

Finally, Paige moved her hand down, Emily gasping against her mouth as she touched her for the first time. Paige sucked on her bottom lip as her fingers moved through Emily's wetness, exploring the familiar yet foreign terrain.

Paige didn't have a clue what she was doing - it was weird. It felt like it did when she touched herself, but it didn't at the same time. She wasn't sure if what she was doing felt good for Emily, so she pulled back from Emily's mouth so that she could watch her facial expressions.

Emily's eyes were closed tightly, a small frown on her forehead. "Is this alright?" Paige asked, her fingers making contact with a hard bump that could only be Emily's clit. Emily's hips bucked up into her hand, clenching her upper arm.

"Yes," she replied, sounding strained. She moaned. "Keep doing that."

Paige complied, rubbing two fingers over Emily's clit, making sure to vary her pace. She couldn't help but smile as Emily's hips rotated up into her hand when she stroked her incredibly slowly, obviously frustrated at her speed. Paige just wanted to make this last as long as possible; she was enjoying it too much.

She replaced her fingers with her thumb, moving her middle finger down to Emily's entrance. "Do you want me to…?" Paige asked against her lips, finishing her question by pushing slightly inside of Emily. She felt her nod quickly.

She pushed her finger inside of her, Emily sighing, Paige feeling Emily surrounding her; it was incredible. She momentarily lost the rhythm she had created on Emily's clit, having to break away from kissing Emily to have a look at what she was doing.

She slid her finger back out, only to push it back in, deeper this time, curling it upwards slightly. Emily groaned, Paige moaning at the sight of her finger buried inside of her. She slowly added a second finger, feeling Emily stretching for her. Emily's hips began to thrust against her hand, moving in time with her fingers. Paige rubbed her thumb over Emily's clit again, strong steady strokes that caused Emily to whimper. Feeling confident in her rhythm again, she moved back to kiss her, Emily's kisses becoming more and more uncoordinated as Paige pushed her closer to the edge.

She heard Emily begin to breathe hard through her nose. "Mmm, don't stop," she gasped, pulling away from Paige to look down at the hand between her legs. Paige's arm was beginning to ache, but she knew what she had to do. She increased the speed and pressure on Emily's clit, pumping her fingers harder and faster inside of her. Emily's head fell back with a moan as she started to tense, her hips thrusting wildly against Paige's hand.

Her hips began to jerk, falling out of sync with Paige's fingers, her body going rigid as a gasp caught in the back of her throat. She shuddered, Paige feeling Emily contract around her. A fresh coat of wetness covered her fingers as she slowed her pace on Emily's clit, bringing her down gently.

Emily's body relaxed with a sigh, a slow smile spreading over her face as she looked up at Paige, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly. "You're amazing," she whispered, Paige feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with her arousal spreading through her body.

She slowly withdrew her fingers from Emily, Emily twitching when she accidentally bumped her sensitive clit. "Sorry," Paige grinned, kissing Emily again, wiping her fingers on her own thigh.

They kissed slowly for a few moments while Emily got her breath back, before suddenly Paige was on her back, Emily straddling her legs, the sight nearly making Paige come there and then.

Emily's hair spilled over her shoulder as she leaned down, biting Paige's bottom lip and pulling. Paige groaned, her hands gripping into the flesh of Emily's ass as she kissed her breasts once more. She kissed down further, her tongue circling around her belly button before dipping in slightly. Paige was embarrassingly wet at this point, her hips jerking when she felt Emily's fingers on the inside of her thigh.

Her head spun when Emily finally pressed two fingers firmly onto her clit through her underwear. She cried out, bringing her arm up to her face and biting down on the skin as Emily rubbed her fingers in a circle.

Paige felt Emily hook her fingers into the sides of her underwear, yanking them off swiftly. Paige lowered her arm from her face so that she could see what Emily was doing. She spread Paige's legs as she settled between them. Paige might have felt self-conscious at the way Emily was staring at her, but she was too far gone to care. Emily bit her lip, looking into Paige's eyes as her fingers touched her again.

She stroked her fingers over Paige timidly before fixating her middle finger on Paige's clit. Paige had never thought that Emily touching her could feel this good. She tensed up, clutching the bed sheets tightly, trying to keep control of her breathing.

"Is this okay?" Emily asked gently, rubbing her finger slowly round and round. Paige couldn't even speak, instead just choosing to nod her head quickly. Oh god. Oh god. Emily moved her hand up to run over her stomach soothingly. "Relax," she whispered, dipping her head to kiss her. "Don't think, just feel."

Paige slowly released the breath she had been holding, trying to take Emily's advice. She let her muscles relax, her legs falling to the side so that she was open even wider, her hand loosening its grip on the sheet slightly.

Emily moved her hand back down, this time adding another finger onto her clit, beginning to rub faster. Emily took a nipple into her mouth, her tongue brushing over it as she sucked lightly. Emily became so focused on her breast that her fingers slipped slightly below her clit; Paige reached down to bring Emily's hand back to where she needed it.

Emily looked up at her with glazed eyes, blushing slightly. "Sorry."

Paige ran her fingers through Emily's hair, bringing their mouths back together as Emily increased the pressure on her clit. Paige was getting close.

Which was why she couldn't believe it when Emily removed her hand completely. She was about to object when Emily looked into her eyes before looking away shyly. "What is it?" Paige probed, placing a finger on her chin and tilting her head back towards her.

Emily hesitated a moment, before kissing her and murmuring against her lips, "I want to taste you."

Paige froze. Emily pulled back to look at her, her eyes searching her face for permission. Paige swallowed hard; she had fantasized about Emily's mouth on her several times since the first time the thought had popped into her head. She wanted Emily to do that; desperately. "Okay."

Emily smiled, kissing her before trailing her lips down her neck, down in between her breasts, coming to a stop just above her thighs. Emily's hair tickled her as she sucked lightly at the skin on the inside of her hip, Paige squirming beneath her. She kissed down the crease of her thigh, before shuffling back on the bed slightly. Paige was intently watching Emily's every move, conscious of every beat of her heart as she waited in anticipation; Emily actually licked her lips as she looked at her, Paige moaning loudly as Emily lowered her head.

Emily placed the softest of kisses along the inside of her thigh. Paige's hips bucked as Emily's mouth got closer and closer to her centre. Emily wrapped her arms around the underside of Paige's thighs, her hands clamping her hips down onto the bed. A choked noise escaped Paige when Emily's lips brushed lightly over her clit, Emily moaning into her when she darted her tongue out to taste her.

Paige was gripping onto the bed sheet again for dear life, as Emily began to explore her with her mouth. She moved her lips against her slowly, her tongue swiping down her in broad strokes, Paige's vision going white behind her eyelids. Emily dipped her tongue slightly inside of her, before kissing upwards again. Emily focused the point of her tongue on Paige's clit, repeatedly flicking it quickly back and forth over the hard, swollen nub.

Paige's hand tangled in Emily's hair, doing her best not to grip it too tightly. She was trying to hold off her orgasm as long as possible, but she didn't think she could last much longer. That familiar heat was starting to creep through her body, her head beginning to get lighter and lighter. Emily's fingers came up to lace through Paige's that were clutching at the bed.

Emily sucked on her clit, her tongue still moving against her; Paige spasmed with a groan against Emily's mouth. The upper half of her body shot up off the bed as she came hard, Emily continuing to lick at her.

Paige fell back limply into the pillows, bliss coursing through her veins. With one final kiss to her centre that made Paige inhale a sharp breath through her teeth, Emily wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and kissed her way back up Paige's body to her mouth, Paige moaning when she could taste herself on Emily's lips.

Emily smiled softly, arching her eyebrow as if to say 'wow'. Paige gave her a lazy grin in response, running her hand through Emily's hair. She looked a sweaty mess (Paige was sure she looked the same) but she had never been more beautiful. Emily hopped off the bed, throwing the spare pillows onto the floor and trying to pull down the bedcovers, which was easier said than done with Paige still lying on top of them. Her body was still shaky, only just managing to lift herself up so that Emily could slide the covers out from underneath her before she crashed back down onto the mattress. She was well and utterly spent.

Emily brought the covers up around her, going to turn off the light before slipping in beside her, both of them giggling as their arms went around each other, their legs intertwining. Emily kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

Paige could feel sleep pulling at her; she tucked her head into Emily's neck, her hand smoothing over Emily's back, sighing contentedly. As she was caught between that stage of being awake and dreaming, she imagined that she heard I love you being whispered into her ear. She drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her lips.

A/N: So this chapter was also meant to include the morning after, but I got a bit carried away and didn't realise how long their first time would be! Oh well, hope you enjoyed it!