*Author's Note*: I've never posted fanfic before, but I cannot get this story out of my head. It'll be short and I promise there will be more plot in the second chapter. Please r/r! :)

She felt the younger woman's fingers hook around her belt loops and followed the gentle tug through the darkened apartment. Down a hallway, lips on her neck. Right turn, her hand finds the blonde's chest. Through a door and Emily settles into a familiar sort of dominance. Her arm around the thin woman's waist, Emily trails hot kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. Kicking off her shoes, she lays the woman down on her own bed, removing her disheveled top and blue lace bra in one fluid motion.

Feeling nails softly gripping her shoulder blades, Emily leaves a faint whiskey scent on the blonde's chest. A slow, flat drag of her tongue over a pink nipple and Emily blows lightly, drawing it to a peak. The younger woman is begging her not to tease and Emily moves one hand fully down her side.

Reveling in the way the woman's taut abs tense and shiver, Emily returns her attention to starving breasts. Licking and sucking, she doesn't stop until long after the woman lost the ability to ask her to move her ministrations further south. Feeling the blonde beginning to shake, Emily moves away from her chest and feathers kisses over her sides, moving to undo the button on her jeans. The blonde lifts her hips and the final remnants of her clothing hit the floor. Emily moves up to kiss her sweetly on the cheek, before teasing her nails along the woman's thighs. Blue eyes meet brown in a desperate threat and Emily chuckles as she obliges.

Entering the woman beneath her with two fingers, Emily faintly hears a string of curses which includes her name. Lost in the sweet scent and tight pull on her fingers, she hears her name again as she falls into a steady, patient rhythm. Hot, open-mouthed kisses places against the blonde's thighs and Emily hears her whimper. She slows the pace of her hand the slightest bit and quickly flicks the younger woman's clit with her tongue, just once. Then, pulling back, Emily increases the speed of her fingers, in and out, in and out, until the woman is bucking her hips and moaning loudly.

Finally, Emily adds a third finger and allows herself to fully worship the woman with every bit of desperate hunger inside her. There it is again, the raging, "Emily" wrapped in a string of expletives, but this time it's nearly a scream and Emily can't help but keep going until the woman comes not once, but twice more.

Laying beside the blonde, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Emily turns to kiss the woman's cheek and is startled as her eyes meet glowing blue orbs, now two shades darker than usual. The svelte woman reaches up with a trembling hand and places it determinedly against Emily's face. Running a thumb over her cheek, she moves in to kiss the older woman and Emily gently complies. The woman trails her hand down to Emily's collarbone and plays it like a jazz record until the brunette's moans make the melody.

Suddenly, the woman swings her leg over Emily's, shifting to straddle her hips. Now fully pinned under the young woman, Emily shudders and closes her eyes. Taking a breath and opening them again, she finds a blue gaze deeper than she has yet seen as the blonde tugs lightly at her jeans, asking permission to remove them. Now fully comprehending the woman's intentions, Emily lifts her hips and allows the blonde complete control.

The younger woman is good, and finds Emily's sensitive spots easily. The discomfort of vulnerability long forgotten, Emily is lost in her body's responses; nerves singing, toes shaking, fingers tangled in golden hair. Senses overwhelmed and every coherent thoughts far away, she comes apart in the younger woman's strong hold. Barely, she hears herself scream, "Jennifer" just as everything explodes.

Coming back to herself, Emily notices a surprising lack of guilt. Her emotions have all flip-flopped, yet remain the same. Mostly, she is exhausted. And to her surprise, the blonde doesn't make any attempts at conversation. She wraps her arm gently over the older woman and closes her eyes to sleep beside her. It isn't until the next morning she asks, "So, who's this 'Jennifer'?".