Emily very nearly jumped out of her skin as the door to her left flung open as she tiptoes past. "Jesus, Alex, you scared the crap out of me!" she hissed once her heart stopped pounding.

"Sorry," Alex whispered. She gave her a suspicious look. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," Emily lied.

Alex scoffed, shot her a look of disbelief. "You're going to the roof to smoke a joint," she said, reading Emily's mind.

"So?" Emily said, "What? Are you going to tell Daddy on me?"

Alex rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify that remark with a response. She surprised Emily, though, by saying, "You can buy my silence if you share..." She waggled her brows mischievously.

Emily's expression turned comically from snide to surprised and a little bit impressed. "Fine," she conceded.

With a quick glance from one end of the hallway to the other, she grabbed Emily's wrist and yanked her into her room. She set about opening her window to let out the smoke while Emily made herself at home on Alex's bed.

"Won't your dad like flip out if he finds out?" Emily asked. She technically didn't care, but wanted to know what she was in for if she was caught being a negative influence on Alex.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just...really need to relax right now because I have spent the past week and a half waiting to hear back about admission to a really prestigious program for..."

Emily cut her off with a sharp wave of dismissal. "Sorry I asked," she said, pulling the lighter she'd nicked off her father from her pocket and lighting the joint.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Alex blurted out in a moment of drug-induced candour.

"Oh?" Emily said, intrigued, but trying not to be.

She nodded insistently. "Every time James touches me, I wish it was you," she confessed. She slid her foot along Emily's bare calf, glancing up at her through her lashes.

Emily, though, was playing dumb, refusing to take the bait Alex was dangling in front of her.

"Kiss me," Alex whispered. "Please?"

Emily laughed, more because she was high than anything being funny. "Greedy little thing," she husked. But she kissed her anyway. She pulled Alex into her lap, letting her hand trail up her thigh and along the curve of her ass.

Alex squirmed in her lap, eager for Emily to touch her – anywhere, everywhere – and her squirming seemed to greatly amuse Emily. "Do you need something, Princess?" she taunted between kisses. "Because if you do, you're gonna need to use your words."

"E-Emily," Alex stuttered. "Emily, please touch me..."

Emily quirked a brow, almost amused that she'd caved so easily. "Like this?" she asked, brushing faintly against her clit through the fabric of her panties.

She whimpered, hips chasing Emily's hand. "More," she choked out.

"More?" Emily said. "More what?"

"Please! More please!"

Satisfied, Emily ordered her, "Get on your hands and knees, Princess."

Alex assumed the requested position, a tremor of anticipation racing down her spine. The anticipated touch didn't follow, though. "Em?" she prompted, already far too worked up to be patient.

"Oh, no, Princess, you don't get off that easily..."

"Wh-what?" Alex stammered, unsure what she was implying.

Emily brought her palm down on her ass with a firm smack. "You don't get to treat me like a leper in front of everyone, then use me for sex, Alex," she scolded. She spanked her again. "If you want me to fuck you, I want to hear you begging me."

"Beg you?" she echoed. That earned her another spank, this one to her cunt, causing her to yelp. "I'll beg! I'll beg!"

Emily traced her fingers over the growing wet spot on her panties. "Go ahead, Princess."

"Please, Emily? I need you – I need you to fuck me. Please! Don't tease me, Emily... I want you so bad! I can't stop thinking about your hand between my legs. I lie awake at night thinking about it. I touch myself thinking about it. I need it..."

Emily gave a throaty chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." She pushed her panties aside and slipped two fingers inside her. She then slotted her knee between Alex's legs, giving her something to grind down on. "Go on, Princess, fuck yourself on my hand like the greedy little whore you are."

Alex let out a little moan as she began thrusting on Emily's fingers. "Please, Emily..."

"Please what? What do you need?"

"I need more," she whined, still moving against her leg.

Emily slid her hand along Alex's back and into her hair, tugging sharply to pull her upright, delighting in the way Alex soaked her hand as she pulled her hair. Now that she was upright, Emily used the new angle to fuck her properly. She leaned in so that her breath was ghosting over Alex's ear and whispered, "What would Daddy say if he knew his little girl was such a slut?"

Alex clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry that wanted to escape as she came.

Emily emerged from Alex's room and tiptoed back toward her own room...only to come to a sudden stop at the sound of someone clearing their throat. She whirled around, eyes wide. "I can explain!"

Her father raised a brow. "Oh, I think it's pretty clear what the explanation is..." he said. "How long have you been bedding the McTaggart girl?"

Emily spent a few moments stammering a response, only to have words completely fail her as she watched her father burst out laughing, then change into Raven.

"Kid, you should see your face!" Raven crowed.

"Shh!" Emily hissed, indicating with a nod of her head the nearby door where everyone was sleeping.

Raven stopped laughing, but still wore a smirk that Emily really didn't like the look of. "You know Charles is going to kill you, right?"

"I've had a good run," Emily said glibly.

"I'm not joking," Raven insisted. "Charles is the most pacifistic person I know, but he will kill anyone who so much as looks at Alex too long. I literally have no idea how that James kid is still alive..."

Emily was doing her best to remain impassive. "You're not going to tell him, are you?"

"I won't tell him," Raven said, after letting her sweat for several long moments. "But I'm doing it for Alex. Poor girl never had a chance between Charles and Moira, she's had to be perfect since the day she was born."

A beat.

"Besides," Raven added, "The girl really needed to get laid – she's always so stressed out and tense."