Danny Zuko 14: The Great Outdoors
Title: Danny Zuko was a Hot Chick (part 14 of 20)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 602
Citrus Taste Summer Battle Prompt #5. Outdoor Sex
Apologies: I’m going to attempt to post these in chronological order, but I may not always succeed. Either way, they should stand on their own pretty well. Just a short one!
Cordelia was downstairs with Christian and their room was abandoned. Emma had lured Emily up there after tennis saying she had forgotten something, but Emily was staying awkwardly near the door. Finally she stopped playing it coy. “You are wasting opportunities here!” Emma caught the front of her shirt and tried to haul her bodily into the room.
“We can’t!” And she explained.
“Wait, you mean you're serious?” Emma was sure the look on her face was comical in its incredulity. “She’s not going to find out.”
“I don’t lie to my mom.”
“Bullshit.”
Emily squinched up her mouth. “Fine, I don’t intentionally and premeditatedly tell my mother one thing and then do something else. Lies of omission are not the same thing.”
“Will it violate your honor?” Emma snorted. “Fine. Whatever. No hotel rooms.”
She grabbed Emily’s sleeve and pulled her downstairs. There was a discreet shrubbery near the side door, slightly less populated than the pool area. “Hey! Wait! Where are we going?”
Emma pushed her up against the wall behind the shrubbery. “Not anywhere.”
“Hey girls,” said Tony, as he walked by, carrying a large drum of garbage.
Emily snickered. Emma glared. “Fine. Somewhere else.”
Next they ended up in the locker room. Emma gestured towards the showers.
“No,” Emily said. “You know I have a thing about showers. You’re supposed to get clean in them. And seriously, the last people I want walking in on me are the ladies who play tennis in the afternoon.”
Emma considered this, particularly the bleached-blonde, suntanned, desperately-clinging-to-their-youth soccer moms who populated the spa in the morning and the tennis courts in the afternoons, and agreed. It would be like having her mom walk in on them. She would blink, and look vague and uncomprehending, and then make a critical remark that in one interpretation sounded totally innocuous and in the other was just vicious, and Emma would proceed to be humiliated for the rest of her life.
“Okay. I get that.” She caught Emily’s wrist and tugged her out the door. Emily was grinning at her, clearly amused by this, and Emma figured she could keep it up for a while. That stupid smile really didn’t make Emma want to kiss her any less.
There were more convenient shrubberies behind the tennis courts. She pushed Emily down and climbed on top of her. “Better?”
Emily just laughed. “I have woodchips up my shirt, and I am not risking splinters in my ass just to make out with you, okay?”
“Jesus Christ.” Emma glared at her. “Fine. I get it. You’re not into me. Christian’s holding a ping-pong tournament in the game room. Is that feasible?”
“Sounds fun.”
Emma glowered. “God, I hate you.”
Emily was kind of awesome at ping-pong. It was the one racket sport that she did not cause irreparable damage to her opponents while playing. She never played doubles though. She didn’t trust herself that far.
High on victory she clambered into Emma’s lap on the couch. Christian and Cordelia began an air hockey death match, and ignored them. Emily cupped Emma’s head and kissed her, whacking her lightly with the paddle that she hadn’t put down.
“Get a room, losers,” Adrienne snapped as she proceeded to depart in favor of more entertaining company.
“Emily promised her mom she wouldn’t,” Emma managed to retort in between kisses. Adrienne left with a huff. Emily manhandled her back into position and kissed her again, the handle of the paddle poking into her ear. “And you!” Emma snapped, pulling away for a moment. “Drop the racket before you get to second base!”
Part 15