"Rosie, it's after nine," Emily pointed out with a deliberate glance at her watch. "Off to bed."

After several games of Scrabble, Rosie had then convinced Alex to stay for a nightcap, using every excuse she could think of to delay her departure. She didn't exactly have a plan at this point, she was just doing her best to drag out the affair and hoping an opportunity would present itself...

Emily was a little suspicious as to her daughter's motives, but was playing along because it meant that she didn't have to wait until Rosie went to bed to sneak Alex back in. Besides, it was as close to a normal family night she'd had, well...ever. It made her think that a future together – herself, Rosie, and Alex – was not only possible, but within her grasp.

"But Mom," Rosie whined, then almost immediately corrected herself, not wanting to sound like a child in front of Alex when she'd spent the entire evening working very hard to appear mature and cleared her throat and attempted to bargain, "Mom, it's a Friday night and..."

Emily might normally have given her a little leeway, especially on a weekend, but Alex's promise to fuck her until she could barely remember her own name was still at the forefront of her mind and she was practically dripping in anticipation. "It's late, Ro. And you've got track practice tomorrow," she reminded.

"But..." she said, about to protest that practice wasn't until the next afternoon, only to have her mother cut her off with a sharp expression. Huffing and crossing her arms over her chest, she relented with a muttered, "Fine."

Alex seemed to take pity on her. She set aside her glass of wine, stood from her chair, and crossed the room to wrap the teenager in a hug. "Thank you very much for inviting me over," she said, pulling back and offering a soft smile. "I really enjoyed tonight." She rested a warm hand on the girl's upper arm, stroking her thumb back and forth almost tenderly.

Rosie could barely breathe in that moment, closer to Alex than she'd ever been. She could feel herself blushing furiously, but couldn't seem to bring herself to care, so long as Alex was smiling at her like that, like she was the only person in the world. "Oh, umm..." she stammered, "I'm glad?" A beat. "I mean, that you came. Glad you could come."

"Me too," she agreed. Then, she patted her arm and the moment was over, bringing Rosie crashing back to Earth and the stark reality that her attention wasn't (yet) reciprocated. "Good night, Rosie."

"Yeah," she agreed, disappointment coursing through her. "You too."

When the sound of Rosie's bedroom door clicking shut could be heard, Emily very primly set her wine glass aside, locking eyes with Alex as a Cheshire Cat grin spread across her lips. "I believe you made me a promise?" she said, almost casually.

Alex raised a brow as if curious. "Did I?"

"If I recall correctly, it involved a kitchen counter, your fingers, and my cunt..."

She smirked at that. "You've got a filthy mouth, Emily..." she husked, crossing the room and tugging Emily to stand, pulling her into her body. Her hand slid down her hip to cup her ass while the other slid into her hair. She crashed their lips together, hungry and demanding and Emily was all too happy to turn herself over to Alex's whims.

Her lips trailing a path down Emily's throat, Alex backed her towards the kitchen, undressing her as they went. When her back bumped against the counter, Emily gasped sharply, whimpered, only to have the sound turn into a yelp of Fuck! as Alex's fingers slipped along her thigh, under her dress and beneath the waistband of her panties.

Alex sank her teeth into the skin of her collar bone. "Quiet," she scolded, "Or I stop right now..."

Emily worried her bottom lip with her teeth to stifle any further sounds she may have made as Alex's fingers found her clit, working it with deliberate strokes. It didn't take long before Alex's skilled fingers had her mewling, her hips bucking...only to have her withdraw her hand before she could get close enough to reach her peak.

Nearly sobbing at the loss of contact, Emily whined, "Alex, please... I was so close..."

"Turn around," she ordered. She wasn't normally so bossy, but Emily certainly wasn't about to complain about her taking charge like this – especially not when she was so close to getting exactly what she wanted...

Emily was quick to comply, turning and bracing her hands on the counter as Alex bunched her dress up around her hips, then pushed her panties to the side.

"You're fucking soaked, Em," Alex husked beside her ear, sliding her fingers around in her wetness. "Is this all for me?"

She whimpered, nodded. "Only you," she breathed, tossing her head back as Alex pressed two fingers inside her.

"Tonight was nice," Emily said as she settled on the edge of the bed, coming the knots out of her hair with her fingers.

"It was," Alex agreed. She lay on her side, watching Emily with a soft smile. "It was like we were a normal couple. One that doesn't have to hide." She reached out a hand, waited for Emily to take it. "It makes me want that even more..."

Emily squeezed her hand gently. "Me too," she murmured. She lay down, snuggling into Alex's side. "I think it's finally time to seriously consider telling Rosie. It's clear she really likes you – maybe she won't take it so hard."

Alex pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I hope so. I've become kind of fond of you..."

"Kind of?" Emily echoed, brow raised.

With a little laugh, Alex tipped her chin up so she could kiss her. "I'm crazy about you, Em. I haven't felt this way about anyone. I know I've been a little pushy about telling Rosie, but I want you to know that I'll wait as long as it takes."