Fluff & Stuff

Author note:

I have never written fan fiction before. But, this pairing has thoroughly captivated me. I like fluff, happiness, and things tied up in little bows. If that interests you too, let me know. )

CH 1 Adventures in Skyping

Emma & Clay had come clean about their relationship a couple months ago. After some truly awkward conversations with her dad and the rest of their Bravo family, they two had officially become a couple.

Due to Clay's schedule and Emma's school, it was hard for them to find time together. Their situation was even further complicated by five pairs of eyes, six if you counted canine, that were always around. Still, in the past eight weeks or so, they had managed a couple dinners, a few trips to the movies, and on rare occasion, some time alone at Clay's apartment.

Emma knew she was falling in love with Clay. Though they hadn't said the words, she was fairly certain he felt the same way. For that reason, this first extended mission since they had been together was especially difficult. Emma was left at home to worry about not only her dad, but now Clay too. She always worried about the whole team, but now there was more at stake. As the second weekend since Bravo's departure stretched out before her, Emma dreaded it. Mikey was spending the time at a week-end hockey camp, which meant she was truly alone in the house. As she drove home from school on Friday, she made some quick decisions. Once she was home, she gathered her things, threw them in her car and headed to Clay's apartment. She knew, of course, that Clay wasn't there, but it made him seem closer.

Emma arrived and unlocked the door. This wasn't the first time she had stopped by since the team had gone. A few days after they left, she had come over to clean out his refrigerator, run the dishwasher, and throw any dirty clothes in the laundry. But this time she intended to stay the night. She wanted to sleep in his bed and be surrounded by his things.

As Emma unpacked, she was extra careful to make sure her laptop was charged, and the volume was all the way up. The last time Clay had managed to text her, he mentioned that he might get some time to Skype her tonight. She had planned on a quiet evening watching Netflix and waiting to see if Clay contacted her.

After a few hours Emma was pretty sure Clay couldn't get away to call her. Although, since she had no idea where they really were, she didn't know the time difference. Emma pressed pause on the movie she had been watching and went to change her clothes. She stepped into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she flipped on the light, she smiled to see her toothbrush sitting next to Clay's and her facewash on the counter. She envisioned a day when she was a permanent resident in the apartment, not just a visitor. As she dried her face, she spied a t-shirt on the floor of the open closet. Clay must have thrown it there instead of in the hamper. She chuckled and went to pick it up to deposit in the basket. But, as soon as she had it in her hands, she brought it up to her face and she could smell Clay's cologne and just the scent of "him". Tears pooled in her eyes. Instead of wearing her sleep tank, she slipped on the shirt. Emma went back to the bedroom, snuggled under the covers and turned out the light.

Sometime later Emma jerked awake hearing the tell-tale noises coming from her laptop that indicated a Skype call. She hit accept as fast as she could. In seconds she could see those blue eyes and that smile she loved so much.

"Hey Em. How are you?"

"Clay! God, I'm so glad to see your face and hear your voice. I was hoping you could call tonight."

Clay could barely make out her features I the dark room.

"Babe, I'm sorry to wake you."

"Don't worry! Nothing is more important right now." She reached over and flipped on the small lamp by the bed.

"There, now we can both see."

Clay gasped. "Emmie, where are you?"

Suddenly, she was unsure of her decision to spend the night at Clay's.

"Well," she hesitated. "I was home alone, and I missed you so much, so I came over to your place. Are you mad? I'm sorry Clay," she rushed. "It just made you seem not so far away somehow."

He could her the trepidation in her voice. "No way Em. It's fine, more than fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"I also borrowed one of your shirts to sleep in," as she gestured to herself.

"Honey, it's fine I just…"

"What? Are you sure you're not angry?"

"No babe. It's just that there you are, in my bed, wearing my shirt, and well…it's hot!"

"Oh, I am?" She asked coyly.

"Yeah baby. You know I think you're gorgeous all the time, but right now, it's driving me crazy."

"Clay, is anyone else there?

"No, why Em? Do you want your dad? "Clay was honestly hoping for more one-on-one time with Emma, even if it was only via Skype. But, if Emma needed Jason, he would get the boss-man in a heartbeat.

"No, I just want to make sure that no one else could see or hear us."

"No. Things are unfolding kinda slow here. The guys are outside having a couple drinks. Everyone is going a little stir-crazy. So…I snuck away to call you."

"Gotcha." There was some silence.

"Clay? Anything wrong?"

"Nope. I was just looking at you," he admitted.

It was hard to see over their connection. But he thought she might be blushing.

"Clay you're pretty good to look at too." He could see a grin on her face.

"I thought you might be having second thoughts about me here, wearing your shirt."

"No, Em, not at all. I told you…"

"Because..." she interrupted. "I can always take if off if you changed your mind."

"What?" He could see her raise up on her knees and reach for the hem of the shirt.

"Em?" His throat was suddenly dry, and his heart was pounding. In a flash, there she was on his screen, bare and beautiful.

Emma heard Clay's sharp intake of breath. Now, Clay had seen her with no shirt before. They had been exploring but taking things slowly. Emma had much less experience than Clay, so he had been letting her lead the physical part of their relationship. So, while this wasn't the first time, he had seen her breasts, he had never seen her so bold before, and it was turning him on.

"Emmie, God, I want to touch you."

"And I want you to. Do you remember how you touched me before you left? You kissed me here." She caressed her neck. "And here." Her hand trailed to the valley between her breasts. Clay moaned, Emma could tell even through her screen that his pupils were blown and he was almost panting. Then her fingers began to trace the dusky, pink of her puckered nipples. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. Clay was now as hard as iron in his pants, and his hips were moving involuntarily.

"When I first heard about you joining Bravo, everyone talked about your affinity for languages and your 'talented tongue.' Well, I have to say," as she continued to trace around her breasts, "They had absolutely no idea exactly how talented." Clay was now biting his lip, trying desperately not to cry out.

"Jesus, Emmie. I wanna put my mouth on you right now. Your breasts are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." Now it was Emma's turn to gasp and moan. "Baby, you are so hot right now, and I hate to say this, but we have to stop. The guys are gonna be in soon and if we keep going, I'm going to have to explain why there's a wet spot on my pants." Emma giggled.

Both took deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Em, I need you put my shirt back on." The sight of her chest heaving as she breathed wasn't helping him.

"Sorry babe."

"Emma, that was just…WOW!"

"Too much?"

"No honey. I just never expected it."

"To tell you the truth, neither did I," she laughed.

Now Emma tried to carry on the conversation she intended to have when Clay called. It was tough for each of them to concentrate with the sexual tension still present between them.

"So, Clay, you said things are moving slower than anticipated with the OP. I know you can't say much, but does that mean your return is going to be delayed?"

"Can't tell yet. I hope not. These accommodations aren't exactly comfortable." He swung his laptop around so she could see their bunks.

"You do look a little packed in."

"If I have to spend one more night listening to Sonny snore, I'm gonna go sleep outside," he chuckled. "But what's going on there? What have you been up to?"

"Not much. It's been pretty quiet, thank God. We did go to the beach with Naima and the kids last week. That was fun. I think I have some pictures Naima sent me. I can send them to you, and you can share with Ray and the rest of the team."

"Sounds great honey. I wish we all could have been there to go."

"We'll have to organize a big picnic once you guys are back."

"That sounds like a great idea. Hey, it sounds like the guys are coming so we better wrap up. I miss you Emma."

"I miss you too. You and the boys go kick some ass so you can come home."

"Yes ma'am" he answered with a grin. "And Em…"

"Yeah?"

"You can keep the shirt.