Tara peeled Emily's jeans off her body from her position on her knees in front of her, then kissed her way back up her leg until her breath was ghosting over the damp fabric covering her drenched cunt.

Emily whined quietly, eyes falling shut as the sight of Tara's wicked grin from between her legs.

Tara clicked her tongue in scolding. "Ah ah, Baby, eyes on me or I stop," she demanded. With a petulant little huff, Emily once again met Tara's gaze, nearly cumming on the spot when Tara proceeded to grip the waistband of her panties between her teeth and drag them down her legs. As if knowing the effect she was having on her, Tara chuckled, drawled, "Feeling particularly needy today, hmm?"

Emily didn't bother trying to refute the assessment, given that she was barely clinging to the self-control keeping her from whining like a bitch in heat.

Seeming to read her mind, Tara leaned in until her breath was once again warm on her sticky thighs, then paused to catch her gaze again and said, "I want to hear every single sound, Baby. Understood?"

Emily nodded eagerly. Though, to be entirely honest, she would have given in to just about any request so long as Tara finally finally stopped teasing her.

It seemed, though, that Tara wasn't quite done just yet...

She brushed her thumb against her clit a few times, seemingly testing all the different sounds she could coax past Emily's lips. She only let up on the teasing when Emily broke down and pleaded, "Don't tease me! Please..."

"No?" she said, cocking her head as if curious as to what she'd meant. "You want me to stop?"

"No!" she was quick to insist. If she'd had the wherewithal to think critically, she might've stopped to wonder how it was that Tara could so easily reduce her to this... As it was, though, she could barely string a conscious thought together.

With a cocky grin, Tara sucked Emily's clit into her mouth and focused all her attention on reducing any further speech she might've made into whimpers and whines. When she'd succeeded in her task, she released her clit, sitting back on her heels to admire her masterpiece: Emily's soaking wet cunt, clenching around nothing in desperate search of friction.

Blowing a stream of cold air across her clit, Tara watched as the sensitive bundle of nerves twitched. "Such a pretty pussy," she purred, "All for me, right?"

Emily nodded eagerly, willing to agree to just about anything if Tara would only finish what she started.

Instead, though, she clicked her tongue scoldingly. "I want to hear you, Emily."

"Yes, Doctor," she husked in reply...and Tara knew she was desperate to be a good girl for her. With a wicked grin, she finally gave in and gave Emily what she was (no so patiently) waiting for...

Completely spent, Emily sank back into the mattress, cunt still twitching from her climax. She felt the mattress dip beside her as Tara settled next to her, unusually quiet. Panting, Emily turned her head to fix Tara with a concerned glance. "Everything okay?"

She attempted a smile, reached over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Emily's ear, but her hand shook as she did so.

Emily had been around the block enough times (not to mention the fact that she knew Tara very well), to recognize the signs of domme drop when she saw it. "Hey," she said gently, pushing herself to sit up so she could cup Tara's cheek, "You didn't do anything I didn't want. You're a good, kind, loving, gentle person and I love you. Okay?"

She swallowed thickly around the lump of tears that had taken up residence in her throat, in spite of herself.

"C'mere," Emily said gently, positioning herself against the headboard and opening her arms so that Tara could fall into her side. With one hand, she manoeuvred through the TiVO to some Looney Toons reruns she'd saved for exactly this reason – it was mindless and occasionally amusing, which was perfect for times like this.

Also for times like this, she'd stashed little Tupperware containers of trail mix (a decidedly not sexy food, but one high in protein and sugar) in the nightstand. Passing Tara one, as well as a bottle of water, she stared pointedly until she opened both.

Once Tara was nestled against her, distracted by the TV, Emily grabbed one of her arms and lightly trailed her fingers along the inside of her forearm. They sat like that for what seemed an impossibly long time, saying nothing, but also saying plenty.

It was something new for Tara – to feel so vulnerable and so seen and so safe and so loved, all at once. She'd experienced domme drop in the past – and it was always scary – but it was the first time she'd had it happen with Emily and she wasn't sure how she'd react. Then, to have her reaction be one born of complete and utter understanding...

For Emily too, it was a new experience. In past relationships, she'd always felt like she had to be 'in charge' – she spent so much of her time being the boss that sometimes it was like she'd forgotten how to be vulnerable, to be submissive. With Tara, though, it was different. Maybe it was because she was older and wiser. Maybe it was because it had taken finding the right person. Maybe it had taken figuring out that she was gay. Probably all three.

"Cigarette?" Emily offered. It struck her then, as she reached into the nightstand and felt around for a minute or two in the drawer in search of her lighter, the drawer cluttered with all the things she'd left at Tara's over the course of their relationship... And she started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Tara asked.

"I live here..."

Tara looked around her room, then, and for the first time noticed all the touches of Emily. The robe hanging on the back of her door. The turtleneck visible at the top of her laundry hamper. The fancy perfume bottle on the vanity. The salt water taffy that now lived in her nightstand in case Emily's POTS flared up.

It hit her square in the chest. She'd sworn to herself after things had ended with Rebecca that she was never going to love anyone again, let alone live with anyone...and here she was: happier than she'd ever been.