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Emily had no idea her heart was capable of the jealousy she's experiencing at this moment. Paige looks amazing, she always does in suits, but the girl on her arm shouldn't be there. She knew she was going to be jealous of Alex, but not to this extent. She wants to run over there and push the girl back out the door. She wants to link her arm with Paige's like they always used to do but the arm tightening arm her waist reminds her that she's not here alone. Emily knows she shouldn't care, she has Stephanie and Paige isn't hers anymore but who does this girl thing she is to deserve Paige's affection? Who does she think she is to deserve Paige's gentle, loving touch on her skin or her sweet, passionate kisses on her lips? Who is she to be allowed to trace the soft but defined lines of Paige's back muscles while being held in the soldier's warm, strong embrace? What makes her so special that her eyes are able to look into Paige's warm, brown eyes as she wakes up on a lazy weekend morning with her adorably ruffled hair? Why does she get to be the one to slowly remove that pinstriped jacket, letting it drop to the floor as she slowly slides her hand under those suspenders and pulls them down, feeling Paige's broad shoulders and muscular arms as she eases them down? What makes her worthy enough to unbutton that shirt and...
"Hey Emily, you ok?" Stephanie says pulling the leather-clad girl out of her thoughts. Emily doesn't realize she is staring but apparently everyone else can easily tell.
"Yes, I'm fine," Emily replies looking to her right to see her. "I'm was just spacing out." Stephanie can tell something is wrong but she doesn't know exactly what. Yes, she knows Paige and Alex have just walked in but Emily had assured her before that she was choosing her not Paige. But, even knowing that, Stephanie can't help but think there is something bothering the raven-haired beauty. She's smart enough to know it has to be Paige. She knows there is still something between the two but Emily is insistent on the fact that she wants to be with her and not the brunette in the pin-striped suit. However, Stephanie knows that a love like the one those two shared does not just go away that easily.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, you have nothing to worry about," Emily replies looking into her fiancé's worrisome eyes. She leans into kiss her to reassure her. "I love you."
"I love you too," Stephanie replies looking into Emily's eyes. "Do you need something else to drink my 'black widow'?" She says it somewhat seductively, grabbing Emily's hips a tad roughly and pulling them flush against hers. The comment earns a smile and a giggle, ending with a peck on the lips.
"I'd love another one my 'Captain America'."
"Seriously, I could puke at the cuteness," Hanna says as she briefly walks by. The two girls look at each other and let out a giggle at the passing observation. Stephanie then turns away to go get more drinks, holding on to Emily's hand until her fingers slip from hers. Emily turns her attention back to Paige and Alex as they dance in each other's arms, her heart aching with jealousy. Emily knows she shouldn't stare at them but she can't help it; Paige just looks so damn attractive. She finds herself realizing that she wants to be Alex in this moment. She wants to be in Paige's arms. She shakes her head, casting off the thought the best she can. The truth is she isn't Alex because if she was and Paige was holding her in that suit, they most certainly would not be on the dance floor and Paige would probably only be half dressed at this point.
"Tell me about love on your planet," the brunette says with a lovingly, playful smile before connecting her and Emily's lips. The raven-haired girl can't be happier if she tried. The girl attached to her lips at this moment is the best thing that's ever walked, ran, swam or biked into her life. She just can't get enough of her, especially in this small but romantic train car. The shade is pulled down and the door locked as the train rattles on, drowning out the heavy sighs and slight moans starting to be emitted from the pair. Emily pulls the brunette closer as the heat between them begins to turn the small cozy compartment into a sauna. She's been wanting to do this since the moment she opened her front door to see Paige standing there. Seeing Paige in a tux is indescribable. The brunette is gorgeous, sexy and variety of other adjectives Emily is too enamored to think of. All she knows is that Paige isn't making it off this train in the same pristine condition as she is now.
Emily tangles her hand in the soft hair at the base of Paige's neck as she gently begins to guide Paige backwards to the leather bench stretching lengthwise across the compartment. With their lips still connected, she motions for Paige to sit down with a gentle push. Paige breaks their kiss for a second to give Emily a smirk. She's not sure where this is going but she's liking it so far. Without warning, Emily straddles her hips with a knee on either side of her before crashing their lips together again. Paige's arousal sky-rockets as Emily pushes her head back so that plump lips can connect with her neck.
"Oh… Em…" She whines out as Emily's hands begin to massage her breasts through her shirt. Paige wasn't planning on this happening when she put on her tux earlier but she can't say she is disappointed that it is happening at this moment. Full lips connect with hers again as hands roam her sides and around her waist. Her own hands occupy themselves by running over the tight leather covering Emily's firm ass. Paige can't help but think that she may literally be on cloud nine. Emily Fields is on top of her in a silver leather costume kissing her and unbuttoning her pants… wait… Paige grabs Emily's hands when she realizes what the dark-haired girl is intending to do. She can't say anything. She's rendered speechless by dark orbs staring deeply into her eyes with so much passion and desire that it's intoxicating. Nevertheless, she tries her best to communicate to Emily her hesitation of making love in a train compartment among their classmates. Emily however has other ideas. She pushes Paige's arms above the girls head and leans into Paige's neck right below her ear.
"Let me love you," she whispers. Paige is now powerless. She nods her slightly against the side of Emily's head, taking in the smell of Emily's hair. With that she relaxes and lets Emily take over knowing that when Emily wants to show the love she has for her, there is no stopping the girl. Feeling Paige relent, Emily smiles and moves her hands back to the brunette's waist and slowly resumes unbuttoning the tight tuxedo pants below her. When they are loose, she eases her way off Paige's lap, sliding the girl's pants down with her making sure to drag her fingernails down the toned flesh of the brunette's thighs. As she tosses the garment to the side, Emily places a soft lingering kiss to the inside of Paige's thigh, reveling in the deep, labored breath she earns. Emily treasures these moments. These moments when Paige gives into her every movement and lets her pour out her soul in every touch. Paige likes to be in charge; to top her, but on the occasion when Emily takes over, she gives every ounce of love and passion she can muster into every nip, peck, kiss, caress and lick. She loves the brunette she's currently making squirm with every millimeter of her heart and she needs Paige to know that.
Black silk panties are all that separate Emily from her prize and she can wait no longer. She kisses her way up Paige's thigh as the brunette tangles her hands in raven hair. Paige looks down just in time to connect eyes with Emily as the raven-haired girl clenches the hem of her panties between perfect teeth; soft, sensitive skin being grazed in the process.
"Fuck, Emily please," Paige moans out. The look she sees in Emily's eyes cannot be sexier. They are darker than she's ever seen them and so full of lust and love that she almost can't tear her own away. She can't control the instinct to close them however, when sweet plump lips connect with her center, causing her to roll her head back against the cool soft leather behind her. "Emily," She moans out softly at the contact.
The husky, satisfied tone to Paige's voice is music to Emily's ear as her tongue continues to pleasure her girlfriend in all the right ways. She knows what Paige likes and what will get her off quickly but Emily wants to take her time. She wants Paige to know she meant it when she said she couldn't believe the brunette was with her because she too is as much in awe of Paige as Paige is of her.
Emily's been watching Paige and Alex on and off all night, staring when she figured no one was looking. Every now and then, she and Paige will lock eyes over Alex's shoulder as the dancing pair spin on the floor causing Emily to think back to the moment they locked eyes in that train compartment. If she didn't have Stephanie and if Alex didn't make Paige so happy, Emily very well may have marched right over to the two girls on the dance floor and ripped Paige away.
Emily eventually notices the pair leave the dance floor and Paige head toward the kitchen, presumably to get more drinks. Now's her chance to figure out this Alex character. When she's half way across the room, Alex realizes that Emily's approaching her and she can tell that even though Emily shows all confidence, there's something she's trying to hide.
"Hi," the dark-haired girl says as she greets Alex. "I'm Emily." She extends her hand to the blonde girl who takes it to reciprocate the greeting.
"Alex," the blonde girl responds suspiciously, eyeing Emily as she tries to figure out what her game is.
"Yeah, I know, Paige has told me a lot about you," Emily lies. Paige hasn't told her anything about Alex. The only thing she knows is that they met in Philadelphia and had sex last weekend after their meeting at the club.
"I'm sure they were all good things," the girl says with a smile. 'Isn't that smug,' Emily thinks to herself. It wasn't 'all good things I hope', no she was sure it was all good things. This girl's self-confidence is astounding. Alex of course didn't mean it like that, in fact she is trying to be friendly but Emily isn't going to see it that way.
"Sure," the dark-haired girl responds. "Look, do you like her... Paige?" Emily says going straight to the point. The question earns a scoff in response only to be wiped away a second later when she looks up to see Emily's straight face.
"Wait... You're serious?" Alex asks as she studies the somewhat intimidating girl in front of her.
"Yes, of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be?" Emily is not amused that the blonde thinks she is playing around. She can feel her cheeks getting red as the jealousy and anger smolder inside her.
"Of course I like her. She's amazing," Alex states while staring into Emily's eyes. She is not going to be intimidated my Paige's ex, who must be an idiot for not choosing Paige. "I don't see how you could just let her go like you did..."
"It's not like that," Emily interrupts forcefully. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' She can feel her dislike for the girl in front of her intensify.
"Then what's it like?" Alex says, challenging Emily. "She told me what happened and if it was me, I sure as hell wouldn't have let that amazing girl slip from my arms…again." Emily steps forward towards the girl, her face getting hot. She's angry at the girl but really she knows she's angry at herself. Alex is right. She let her go and now Paige is moving on. She's happy again, she should be happy again. Paige has found someone else and she knows in this instant that she needs to let Paige live her life just as the brunette is letting her live hers.
After being lost in her thoughts for a moment, she glances to the side to see Paige starting to walk towards them. She doesn't want to cause trouble for the poor soldier anymore so she turns to Alex once more.
"Look, just don't hurt her ok?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," Alex replies her eyes dead locked with Emily's. Without another word, the dark-haired girl turns and leaves walking in Paige's direction. She sees the girl stop to say something but she talks first.
"She's not good enough for you," she says. Her eyes are starting to get wet and she can feel her voice getting shaky. "But no one really is," she adds before walking by Paige not giving the girl a chance to say anything. 'Especially not me,' she mutters aloud to herself once she is out of earshot. She doesn't feel like she deserves Paige's love anymore. Maybe Alex was right, maybe Emily did let Paige slip out of her hands and now it's too late. Paige has moved on and their life together that they had always dreamed of is now just that: a lost dream. But, what Emily doesn't know is that the heart of the girl across the room is still in her hands; it had never left.