Emily's idea of a good vacation wasn't beach.
Her idea of a good vacation was spending hours exploring Powell's Books in Portland or exploring the Museum of Natural History in New York. Or literally anything except beach.
Beach, unfortunately for her, though, was what she was spending her very limited vacation days on.
Ordinarily, Derek would have been more than willing to oblige her hatred of sun and sand and all the other things there were to hate about beach. But as an engagement present, his mother had gifted them a Costa Rican vacation, so she'd swallowed down her many many protests for the sake of making nice with her future mother-in-law.
That didn't, however, mean she had to spend the vacation actually experiencing beach. Unfortunately for her, though, the bar didn't start serving alcohol until noon, which left a bit of a vacuum in the day. On that particular day, Derek was surfing...an activity that she had repeatedly and vehemently refused to participate in, citing a healthy respect for and fear of the ocean. She'd decided, therefore, to wander into the nearby town of Guanacaste. It was a small town, so there wasn't much to do...there was, however, a little cafe which was as good a place to wait for the bar to open as any.
After ordering her drink, she wandered over to inspect the coffee beans they had for sale and, in the little corner of the store occupied by the shelf there was a small table where a vaguely familiar face sat hunched over a sketch book.
"Mind if I join you?" Emily asked, figuring she might as well make a friend, if only so she wouldn't be drinking alone for the rest of the week.
The woman glanced up from her work, offered a faint smile. "You're staying at the resort too, aren't you?" She gestured to the seat opposite her in silent invitation.
Emily nodded, taking the offered seat. "Emily Prentiss," she said, extending a hand to shake.
"Bartender!" a tipsy Emily shouted, banging her hand on the bar to get his attention. "Dos cervezas por favor!"
Alex's eyes widened at the command – both because of how loud Emily was being and the words themselves. "Don't you think we've had enough?" she asked in a whisper, trying to avoid attracting any more attention to them than Emily already had.
Emily let out a noisy laugh. "Listen, I'm having fun for the first time since I got here and – no offence – but I think I'm not the only one..."
And though she would have liked to argue the matter, she didn't exactly have a leg to stand on, considering Emily was, in fact, correct. "Alright," she conceded, downing the last of her current drink in one swallow. Changing the subject, she asked, "So, you know that I'm an artist, that I'm married, and whatever else I've let slip under the influence...but you've barely told me anything about yourself."
Emily let out a small nervous laugh and began playing with the slice of lime on the rim of her now empty glass. "Let's say I run a grown up toy store..."
"Oh." A beat. "Oh!"
"Now, seeing as this is a vacation, could we maybe not talk about work?" Emily suggested.
Alex quirked a brow. "What did you have in mind?"
Emily hummed a thoughtful note. "How about we play Never Have I Ever?" she suggested.
Alex's expression was suddenly full of doubt. "I don't know – doesn't that seem a little...juvenile?"
"It'll be fun," Emily insisted. "I'm sure you've figured out by now, I'm hardly a shrinking violet...I'll be plastered in no time." She added a wink to show she was only kidding. Well, mostly...
"Okay, okay," Alex said, voice rising in volume, seeing as she was a little more tipsy than she had been before they'd started playing... "My turn." She was trying to contain her enthusiasm – and curiosity – in regards to her next statement. "Never have I ever...been with another woman."
Emily's laughter was loud and boisterous. She raised her glass, mumbled a, "Cheers" before downing another big swallow of her drink.
"Really?"
She nodded with a mischievous little grin. "I told you, I've done a lot of things..."
With a slightly trembling hand, Alex tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she tried to mentally fortify herself for the next question she knew she was going to ask (she blamed the alcohol for making her usually reserved nature uncharacteristically bold). "And what is that...like?"
Emily raised a brow, trying not to let on just how utterly surprised she was by the unexpected question.
Alex felt her cheeks heating up with embarrassment and she couldn't help but duck her head so she wouldn't have to meet Emily's gaze. "There's a possibility that I'm not as straight as I assumed..." she said vaguely. "But I met James in university and we married right after we graduated and I guess the opportunity to figure things out just never really presented itself." She shrugged.
Rather suddenly, Emily gestured for the bartender to bring them the bill.
"What are you doing?" Alex asked, a hint of fear in her voice, thinking she'd somehow ruined their budding friendship with the unexpected confession.
"Derek's out on his surfing excursion – he'll be gone all day," she said, pulling out her credit card. When Alex continued to stare at her with that combination of expectancy and hesitation, she continued, "He and I have an agreement: we're allowed to hook up with other people, so long as it remains a one time thing."
"R-really?" she stammered.
Emily nodded, smirking at her in a way that lead her to believe she was in way beyond her depth...
"You say the word and we stop," Emily reassured with a soft smile. Alex nodded once, twice, but still made no move to get any closer, hovering awkwardly by the door to Emily's suite. Emily approached, tipping Alex's chin up so she was forced to meet her gaze. "Hey," she said gently, "We don't have to do this..."
"I want to," Alex insisted, though her voice trembled just the slightest bit. Then, again, firmer this time, "I want this."
Emily smiled softly, leaned in so that her lips where ghosting over Alex's, and murmured, "I'm going to kiss you, okay?" Then, their lips met for the first time.
Alex gave a small squeak of surprise, even though she'd been expecting it. Emily's lips were so soft, her kiss so gentle – tasting of the liquor they'd been drinking and a sweetness all her own. It was pleasant in a way she hadn't been expecting. Dare she say, more so than kissing any of the men she'd ever dated (which really wasn't all that many).
When they were finally forced to break apart to catch their breath, Alex let out a nervous little laugh. Emily shot her a questioning look and she shook her head slightly. "Sorry," she said, "It's just hitting me how crazy the situation is..."
Emily smiled fondly, tucked a stray lock of hair behind Alex's ear with tenderness. "Do you want to take this off?" she asked, playing with the strap of her sundress.
Cheeks pinking slightly, Alex nodded, though she hesitated just a moment until Emily wriggled out of her denim shorts and tugged off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts and lacy black panties. The sight ignited something feral in Alex that she hadn't known existed until that very moment, something that made her want Emily in a way she hadn't before.
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the dress pool around her feet. Stepping out of it, she pressed her body against Emily's chest and once again sought out her lips, finding herself suddenly bolder. She slipped her tongue past Emily's lips and into her mouth.
Hands on her hips, Emily dragged Alex towards the bed until her knees hit the mattress and she was forced to sit suddenly. She dragged Alex down with her so that she was straddling her lap and Alex was immediately grinding down on her thigh.
"I'm going to touch you, okay?" Emily said, between kisses.
Alex whimpered, nodded – she was desperate for Emily's hands on her body, anywhere, everywhere.
Pushing her panties to the side, Emily's deft fingers found Alex's clit and proceeded to test out all the different sounds she could coax from her lips as she varied the speed and pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
(She didn't have to try very hard to reduce Alex to a mewling, trembling mess...)
"Emily..." she whined, hips stuttering as she chased Emily's fingers when she pulled away suddenly.
With a cocky grin, Emily teased, "Something wrong?"
She huffed, pouted. "Don't tease..."
Her grin became, if possible, even cockier. She wrapped an arm around Alex's waist and flipped them so she was laying flat on her back. Alex let out a little squeak of surprise when she landed, the sound bleeding into a gasp when she locked eyes with Emily, seeing the raw primal desire in them.
For a few moments, Emily sat back on her heels, just staring down at Alex and admiring her. Alex quickly grew impatient, though, which only made Emily chuckle. "So needy," she teased, but nonetheless proceeded to drag her panties down her legs and toss them aside.
For a brief moment, nervousness flickered across Alex's face and, of course, Emily caught it. "Hey," she said gently, "I mean it: you say the word and we stop."
Alex nodded slowly, tongue flicking out over her bottom lip. "It's just..." she started, faltered. She paused, visibly bolstering her nerves for whatever it was she was about to confess. "My, umm, my husband...he won't, you know..."
Emily's brows leapt up her forehead. "Dump him," she blurted out without thinking.
"What?" Alex said with a nervous little laugh.
"Any man who refuses to eat out his gorgeous fucking wife doesn't deserve her," Emily said steadfastly.
Alex laughed again, apparently thinking Emily joking. (She wasn't.) When Emily remained serious, Alex felt her face flush as she asked, "So, your... Your fiance... He..."
"I wouldn't have agreed to marry him if he wouldn't," Emily said, once again dead serious. Her expression softened slightly and she met Alex's gaze. "I want to do this," she said, "But we'll do whatever makes you comfortable."
She nodded again, still visibly nervous, but a soft smile crossed her lips all the same.
With that settled, Emily lay down on her stomach between Alex's legs, and proceeded to trail soft kisses along her inner thighs. She could feel Alex trembling slightly in anticipation and decided not to tease her...too much. She slowly dragged her tongue through Alex's soaked cunt and Alex bucked her hips sharply at the sensation.
Wrapping her arms around to pin her hips to the bed, Emily proceeded to lavish attention on her cunt until Alex was mewling and writhing beneath her.
"E-Em..." she stuttered, "Em, I'm gonna..."
"Cum for me," Emily coaxed, sliding two fingers into her pussy as she drew sloppy circles on her clit with her tongue. "I want to hear all the pretty sounds you make..."
It didn't take long for Alex to cum after that, her juices dripping down Emily's wrist as she continued her ministrations while she rode out her climax. When her body went slack, Emily kissed her way up her body until she reached her lips. She hesitated a moment, unsure how Alex would feel about kissing her after she'd just gone down on her...and was surprised when Alex surged forwards to capture her lips.
"So..." Emily said after a moment. "How much longer are you staying in Costa Rica?"