A/N: In which Emily surprises Beca with a lap dance for her birthday (slightly nsfw);

"Please don't laugh, okay?"

"I'd never laugh at you."

Nevertheless, Emily was still hella nervous. This was silly, what was she doing? What a stupid idea, she never should have—

"You look gorgeous," Beca said, referring to the matching lacy bra and panties set Emily had bought for this occasion and was wearing now, and Emily's anxiety waned slightly. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, before putting on the best seductive smile she could manage.

"Are you ready for your birthday present?" Emily asked, pursing her lips to show off the red lipstick she'd put on for the occasion. Beca nodded, and Emily took another deep breath.

She wrapped her arms around Beca's shoulders and began to grind her hips to the beat of the song she'd specifically picked for this occasion, her nerves calming down as she slowly found her rhythm.

"Happy birthday to you," Emily sang slowly and sexily, making the birthday song sound the hottest Beca had ever heard.

"Happy birthday to you," Emily sang, slowly grinding on Beca's lap. "Happy birthday, dear Beca, happy birthday to you."

She continued grinding even after she'd finished the birthday song, and when Beca didn't say anything right away, her anxiety all came flooding back. She opened her mouth to ask—

And then Beca's lips were on hers, her hands roaming up Emily's body. She gasped into Beca's mouth when Beca's hands cupped her breasts, and she kept grinding on Beca's lap, getting lost in the moment. She pressed her forehead against Beca's, and Beca broke the kiss.

"That was so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time," she breathed, and before Emily could say anything, Beca's lips were back on hers. Emily's hips rolled smoothly over Beca's lap. This time she grudgingly broke the kiss, but kept eye contact with Beca.

"Wait, there's a little more."

She gave Beca a wink before letting go of her with one hand, and leaning her body back a bit, all the while keeping eye contact with Beca. She grasped onto Beca's thigh for balance, her other arm held straight up in the air. Beca had a sudden, momentary fear that Emily would fall off of her lap and onto the floor, but it passed as Emily kept her balance. Beca slowly ran her hands from her breasts down Emily's soft, bare, exposed skin. Emily tentatively built up her speed a bit, gyrating her lower body over Beca's lap, her breasts bouncing slightly with her movements. There was a tiny bit of friction, but certainly not enough to lead anywhere. Beca's eyes left Emily's to hungrily take in every single inch of Emily's body moving on top of her; her bouncing breasts, her taut stomach. They both were lost in the moment, and nothing else mattered.

All too soon, Beca felt Emily's grinding subtly begin to slow, before her body returned to properly sitting vertically on her lap again.

"God, you're so sexy," Beca said, bringing her hands up to cup Emily's cheeks and bringing her in for another kiss. Emily's hips kept grinding as they made out, and when this kiss broke, they both were panting.

"Want to move this to the bed for the next part?" Emily asked, but Beca shook her head, confusing Emily. She moved a hand from Emily's cheeks slowly down her body, pushing the paper thin panties Emily was wearing aside with her fingers, and grinning at what she'd found there, just what she'd expected.

"We both know neither of us can wait for that," Beca replied, rubbing her fingers over Emily's slick nethers.

"But it's your—"

"This is what I want," Beca said before leaning in to kiss Emily's lips again, and Emily settled in for the ride.

A/N: On this ffn account we celebrate fictional character's birthdays (with nsfw stuff) so happy birthday, Beca! And thanks for reading! c: