The blast of the car horn came out of nowhere, tyres screeching to a full stop just inches from her legs. She felt the sudden draft of hot air as the body of the engine buffeted the space in front of her, heard the rustle of leaves that fluttered up around her in the wake of the sudden, unexpected downdraft. Her heart raced ten to the dozen, the literal blind panic of not knowing what was happening, of losing control overwhelming her in a sudden rush of adrenalin and fear. Her legs seemed to collapse underneath her, turning to jelly, chemicals flooding her central nervous system, her body shaking with the swift onset of shock. She placed her hands out instinctively to cushion her fall, her cane falling from her fingers, her knees landing painfully on the cold hard road below.
"Shit!"
She heard the voice coming from up above her, somewhere to the right. She recognised it immediately. Emily Fields. Fuck. She cursed her bad luck, scrabbling on the ground for her cane and purse. The door to the vehicle swung open, feet landing on the ground, the door slamming shut, feet running around towards her.
"Shit!"
She tried to keep some semblance of dignity. "You said that already." She wanted it to come out as dry, cutting, but the quavering tremor in her voice made it impossible.
A hand touched her arm, moved to cup her elbow, helping her up off the floor. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you coming."
"That makes two of us then." Again she tried to quip, this time with a little more success. She stood upwards, trying to act as if nothing had happened but the sudden spinning in her head and the whomping sound behind her ears made her stagger to the side. The hand became an arm, reaching around her waist, another now coming to the other side of her.
"Woah! Are you ok? Do you want me to take you to the emergency room?"
Jenna could hear genuine concern in the other girl's voice. She shook her head, steadying herself against Emily's body weight, getting her breath back slowly. "I'm fine, really." She stood upright and pushed herself out of Emily's grasp. "Can you pass me my cane please?"
"Sure." She heard the other girl move downwards, then push the cane gently into her hands. Just having it, the simple extension of it, made her feel instantly back in control. She looped it around her wrist, then ran her hands down her body in an assessment of the situation.
"You've got a cut on your knee," Emily said, taking her arm again without invitation. Jenna stiffened at the sudden invasion of her space. Emily didn't take the hint, pulling her towards the car.
"What are you doing?"
"I have a first aid kit in the car, I can clean it up."
"I'm fine, seriously."
"Can you see your knee?"
Really, Emily? "I think you know the answer to that one."
"Well I can and it's pretty banged up. Please. It's the least I could do."
"What, for almost mowing me down?"
"You came out of nowhere."
"As did you," Jenna said tersely. She heard a soft sigh emanate from the other girl's direction.
"You have a point. But you also have a bloody knee and unless you want to get it infected, I suggest you let me clean it up."
Jenna let out a tight breath. "Ok, sure, why not."
She let herself be lead to the passenger side of the car, the vehicle dinging until the door shut behind her. She raised her head, her nostrils immediately taking in the concentrated smell of Emily Fields. Sweet, floral, almost candy-like, but with the slight hint of chlorinated pool water. It was a clean smell, a fresh smell, like fresh laundry. She let it wash over her.
The car dinged momentarily as Emily climbed in, breaking Jenna from her train of thought. It dawned on her that this was their first time communicating since that phone call. She felt herself flush instantly at the recollection. For fuck's sake Jenna. Keep it together. She took a slow, steady inhalation to stop her nerves racing, pushing her sunglasses up to cover her eyes completely.
She heard a glove box lock pop, heard rustling of papers, Emily obviously looking for the first aid kit. "It's in here somewhere…" She wondered if the other girl felt as nervous as she did. "...give me two secs, hold on… ha!" Emily's voice rang with triumph and Jenna couldn't stop the small, amused smile that spread across her lips. The girl shifted in her seat towards her and opened the kit with a soft click.
"Ok, I have some peroxide and some alcohol. I can clean it with both, but the alcohol is really going to hurt. Do you mind the pain?"
For some reason Jenna's mind instantly flew to a very hot and heavy place. "No." Dammit! She tried to ignore the husky gravel that had appeared unwarranted in her voice.
Emily cleared her throat. "Umm… I need to take your pantyhose off to clean it properly."
It was all Jenna could do not to facepalm herself. Seriously?
"Is that really necessary?" The last thing she needed right now was the touch of Emily's hands upon her skin, upon her legs, actually undressing her. How the hell was she keep control of herself?
"I know this isn't ideal but you've got a ton of blood running down your leg and I can't see if there are any other cuts underneath the nylon. Look, I can take you to the emergency room if you'd like, it's not a problem. I know this is… awkward."
Awkward? That was putting it fucking mildly woman! The emergency room was by far and away the safer option. She should just go straight there, get her knee seen to, then make her own way home and try and erase this excruciating experience from her memory. But her memory had other ideas, whispering recollections of last night in her ear, replaying soft moans and heavy breathing, replaying heated words that had dripped from lips that were now just a few feet away from her. She could go to the emergency room or she could stay here and feel what it was like to have the real thing touching her, even if it was just to clean some unseen wound. Fucking A.
"It's fine. Go ahead."
"You're sure?" Just the slightest trace of the voice from the phone, an almost inaudible drop in tone, but Jenna heard it, thrilled at it, wanted it.
"Yes."
Emily's hands came up to rest on either side of her thighs, the girl's body moving across the centre of the car and now just inches from Jenna. She could feel Emily's body heat pulsating in her direction.
"I need you to lift up for me."
Jenna slid her hands down her sides, grabbing the edge of the seat and lifting her ass and thighs upwards. Emily's hands slipped underneath her dress, fingers gliding easily over the soft nylon material, around the curve of her hips and up into the dip of her waistline. Jenna bit her lips together to stifle the moan bubbling up in her throat at the river of sensation that ran across her body under Emily's touch. Fingers hooked around the top of her pantyhose, pulling them down with an insistent tug, working them gently down into the car seat and then slipping them further down her thighs. For the first time, Emily's hands touched Jenna's legs, and the moan that had been suppressed found its way out in the most delicate of sighs.
"I want you." Emily's lips were at her ear, her breath caressing the shell of her ear with a heated whisper. Emily's hands stayed on Jenna's thighs, fingertips tapping gently on her skin, waiting, wondering, lingering on her reply. Jenna's mind whirled, the darkness behind her eyes suddenly feeling lighter, brighter. Did she want this? "I want to fuck you." Damnnnnnnnn! Her pussy shuddered at the words falling from Emily's lips. A second moan escaped her lips, her mouth falling open to let it fly free. Emily's mouth kissed a scorching trail across her jawline, plump, soft and wet, until it reached the very corner of Jenna's lips, hesitating for a second. "Let me?"
Who was she kidding? She'd thought of nothing else all day long, nothing else apart from Emily Fields pressed up against her, Emily Fields taking her from behind, Emily Fields doing dark and dangerous things to her. Did she want this? Of course she fucking did. Jenna pushed her arms up over her head, her hands grabbing onto the headrest behind her. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it."
Now it was Emily's turn to moan, the invitation accepted in no uncertain terms. The swimmer's lips came crashing down onto Jenna's, her tongue delving deep inside her mouth. The hands left her thighs, Emily pulling herself out of her chair and moving to straddle Jenna completely. One hand pushed into her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat, the other making its way between her legs, pushing her panties to one side, cupping her sex in one swift movement. Jenna cried out at the assault, spreading her legs as far as she could to let Emily in. She wanted it right here, right now, fuck the consequences. "Fuck me dammit!"
"You hot little bitch," Emily whispered, her voice now laced with naked lust, "you hot fucking little bitch!"
"You want me to be a little bitch don't you," Jenna spat back, loving every single second of it. "You want me to be your little bitch."
"You're damn right I do," Emily ground into the delicate skin of her neck.
Jenna's pussy thundered with want, with anticipation, with sheer desperation. She needed Emily inside her, wanted it like she'd wanted nothing ever before. "Then do it!" She tried to keep the pleading out of her voice. "What are you waiting for?"
Emily's tongue flickered against the dip between her breasts, causing her to buck wildly. "Say please," she hissed, lips sucking on a tender swell of flesh.
Jenna twisted her head against the top of the seat blindly. "What?"
Emily moved her lips up against Jenna's. "Say please," she repeated with deadly intent.
Jenna couldn't deny the crescendo that flipped her sex at the words, but something completely unassociated in her brain twisted at the phrase, spitting it out in front of her consciousness and regarding it with indignation. Did Emily Fields think she could make her beg for sex? Emily Fields, one of the five bitches who Jenna still held in utter contempt? Emily Fields, one of the girls responsible for taking away her eye sight? "Did you just ask me to say "please"?"
Emily pushed herself away from Jenna, her fingers drumming an intoxicating rhythm against the plump flesh of Jenna's lower lips. "You want to be my little bitch, then say please. Or you don't get anything."
Jenna knew she was going to regret this, but as hot as she was, as rampant as she was, as fucking desperate as she was, Jenna couldn't bring herself to beg. Being told what to do, being a little bitch, spreading herself on all fours if necessary, oh that would have been a completely different matter altogether, but begging for it? No, no, no. Not in a fucking month of Sundays. Not for anyone but especially not for Emily Fields.
She twisted herself away, shoving the other girl abruptly off her. She heard the surprised grunt as she obviously landed on something uncomfortable. Pulling her pantyhose up her thighs and back up her ass, she scrabbled on the floor for her cane. Finding it, she searched to her right until she found the door handle, twisting it angrily, hearing that damned ding, ding, ding. What the fuck was she doing? Anger was rapidly replacing lust. She swung her legs out of the car, finding the ground with her feet, feeling her way out of the vehicle, reaching out with the cane until it hit the kerb of the pavement. She tugged her dressed down sharply, wincing at the pain that shot up from her knee.
"Seriously? You're being serious?"
Jenna almost gave herself whiplash turning in the direction of Emily's voice. She was pleased to her the disdain dripping over her own. "If you think for a single second that I'm going to beg you for sex then you're very much mistaken."
"Jenna, wait!..."
She slammed the door before Emily could get another word out. The other girl wound her window down, calling out after her.
"Jenna!"
"Emily?"
She recognised the haughty tones of Spencer Hastings.
"Spence, hey…"
"What's going on?"
Jenna rolled her blind eyes as a huge wave of fury rose up from the pit of her stomach. She swung her cane out in front of her, stepping up the kerb and gaining her bearings through gritted teeth. Spencer's hurried footsteps came in their general direction.
"Em, you ok? Is she bothering you?"
Am I bothering her? The conceit of the girl, the pure arrogance of her statement tipped Jenna over the edge. She whirled round in the direction of both voices.
"Spencer, go FUCK yourself."
"Wow."
Wow indeed. What the hell had she almost gotten herself into? She shook herself, desperately realigning what was surely a temporary loss of sanity, then turned on her heel, leaving the stunned face of Spencer Hastings and a very frustrated, very dishevelled looking Emily Fields in her wake.