For reasons I cannot explain I'm mentioning my friend cowtrippedonthemoon. I adore you and you have a really sexy British accent. Random, I know.

Anyway if you're still reading this then I'm sorry. You might wanna re-read the previous chapter.

After Maya and before Meilani, sex was just a means to an end. Then she met her ex fiancée and felt things she didn't know she was still capable of feeling. In an unexpected and abrupt fashion, the romance she and Meilani shared dissipated in a matter of one phone call. Months went by before she could bring herself to sleep alone. Aria had generously been her crutch during that time. Then, once again, sex meant nothing. It was just a way to feel good. A way to have an orgasm she wasn't giving to herself. There was also the bonus of touching, and tasting another woman that masturbating didn't afford her.

Then...then Emily happened.

Really, Emily is the best she's ever had. It's shocking to say the least with her number of sexual partners plentiful. She's so young and hasn't even really had a "sex life" yet, Spencer knows this. But she suspects that how good the sex is has nothing to do with her skill level. How Spencer feels about Emily pours out while they make love. And how Emily feels about Spencer is more than evident. Spencer can't help but think that Emily's tastes better than anyone she's ever had her mouth on as she rides her face. Emily's leaning back, her hands on Spencer's thighs, so she has the perfect view of her breasts. Her moans just the right soundtrack to their bedroom activities.

Emily lurched forward when she came, her breathing heavy, a satiated smile on her face. Falling off Spencer, she lays at her side squirming slightly, clearly still feeling the effects of Spencer.

"Have you ever used a strap on before?" Spencer wonders aloud once Emily turns to face her.

"No, I haven't actually."

"Really?" Spencer's pretty shocked, but happy at the same time. She finds strap on sex to be far more intimate. If she hadn't been drunk the first time she had sex with Hanna, she's sure they would have never had sex with it. "Would you like to? I mean, can I?"

"Like, you mean you do that to me?"

"Well...yeah. If you want to," she smiles a small smile, blushing a little, hoping she hasn't stepped over a line.

"I don't know. I, uh, I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Let me know when you are. If you are. Hips are nice."

"You...you like to do it or get it done to you?"

"Both. You can try it first if you want, until you're ready for me to do it to you."

"Really?" Emily perks up a bit and Spencer can't stop her lazy chuckle.

"Of course."

"But, I have no idea what I'm doing."

She laughs half heartily. "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Emily moves over to the pillow Spencer is using, which makes her smile again. Normally there's at least four pillows on her bed at any given moment, so the fact that Emily would rather they share, it puts an indescribable amount of happiness in her heart. As per usual, they wrapped each other up, the only space between them maybe an inch. When Emily kisses her softly, Spencer's heart flutters. She remembers how her first few kisses with Maya made her head spin and how Meilani kisses always put her on an infinite high. But Emily's kisses, they make her feel like the only other person in the world. Her heart beats just a little faster and she forgets how to breathe properly. Her body tingles and her mind is a cloud of only Emily. She's got to tell the girl how she really feels, she just isn't sure if Emily is ready for that, or if she herself is ready for what saying those words out loud means.

"Em, I need to talk to you about something," Spencer starts once their hour-long make out session comes to an end.

"Wassup?"

"Remember my fiancée Meilani?" Emily nods. "I obviously should have told you about this sooner but I've been seeing her. I mean I saw her, I've seen her a few times," Spencer trips over her explanation. "She, well, I went to see her for dinner and to get some stuff I left there. We ate and talked and..." Spencer certainly didn't want to lie by omission she wasn't sure how Emily might take the news that she and Meilani had kissed. It wasn't about sex or her feelings for her, it was a goodbye, and possibly the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship, a friendship.

"She, at first, had a rough time accepting that we're over and that I'm seeing someone else," she was impressed with Emily, she was listing quietly and had yet to make any faces that might indicate her displeasure, but Spencer knew this was hard for her to hear. "I told her that I understood that she needs closure and I did too, you know? After her mother's funeral I got on a plane to come back home and thought she'd be right behind me," Spencer lifted her shoulder, looking down at their bodies pressed together. Her hand spread flat on Emily's back, pulling her even closer, but also, Spencer was bracing herself for Emily's reaction. "But she wasn't, she didn't come back home until now. Emily, we kissed, but it was a good bye."

Predictably, Emily tensed in her arms, she tried to pull back but Spencer's hold on her didn't allow it. Emily looked down, biting her lip. When she looked back up, Spencer's heart cracked. Her eyes were so sad, the crease above her eyebrow poking out against her furrowed brow.

"I'm sorry this hurts you Emily, but...it's not like I cheated on you."

"So if I kissed someone you'd be okay with that?" She asked sharply.

"No," was her simple answer.

"So then what do you expect from me?"

"To take a moment and put how you feel aside, and put yourself in my shoes. I was going to marry her, I saw my future with her, a house, a kid, the whole shebang. Our relationship didn't end because I didn't want to be with her anymore..."

"So you still want her?" Emily interrupted.

"I want you and only you."

"So then why did you kiss her?" The "why" sounded much more like a "how". Emily needed to know how she could possibly kiss someone else. Spencer heard it in her strained voice.

"To say good bye, to get that closure. Em, you can't open one door without shutting the other." She watched Emily chew on her words. She hoped the girl could find it in her to excuse this small indiscretion.

"Why are you telling me this Spencer?"

"So that you and I have no secrets from each other."

"I kissed someone too."

That was unexpected. "Um, when?"

"After that time in my bedroom, that day, actually a little after you left."

Spencer wasn't sure if Emily was trying to hurt her or just being truthful, either way pain shot straight to her heart.

"There, now we have no secrets."

"Emily," Spencer tried to pull away this time, but Emily's tight grip only got tighter. "How could you?"

"How could you?" she shot right back, affliction circling her deep, brown eyes.

Taking a very big, frustrated breath, she closed her eyes. "Why?"

"To say goodbye."

"Emily stop fucking with me!"

"I'm not!"

She felt like they were at a stand off, both guns drawn, both firing bullets of truth.

"I guess I understand, I did the same thing," Emily finally relented.

"With who?"

"The girl I was having a casual sex thing with."

"But... right after I left? Right after we had just had sex?" she wondered in disbelief.

"That's just how it happened Spencer. Look I went over to her house to end things. She got really upset and I was kind of a bitch to her but I felt bad because I really like her, as a friend I mean. So I went back and we settled things and it ended with a few kisses."

"And you're still friends with this girl?"

"Nothing has happened since, Spencer. And nothing will. If this was a goodbye for you and her then why have you 'been seeing her'?"

"She was there for me when everything with Aria happened. I was actually at her house when I got the call from the hospital. She drove me there, hired a lawyer for Aria, and stayed all night," Emily didn't say anything for a while and Spencer debated if she should even ask, ultimately deciding she should. "Do you have a problem with she and I being friends?"

Emily thinks for a moment, "Spencer, if you're walking forward but you're looking behind you... you're bound to run into something. It's not safe having one foot in the past and one foot in the present."

"I'm not trying to..." A yawn impaired Spencer's ability to speak. Her arm left Emily's back and stretched above her head as her eyes closed, her mouth wide open. She recovered and looked to Emily. "I'm sorry, I haven't been sleeping. Every time I close my eyes I have these dreams. Aria... she's being attacked and in these dreams...nightmares, she...she doesn't make it," she said by way of explanation.

Placing her hand gently on her cheek, Emily's face exponentially softened and all Spencer saw behind her eyes was compassion. Stroking her cheek, she leaned forward kissing her nose.

"I'm so sorry, Spence."

"It's okay. Like I was saying," briefly she couldn't think with Emily's thumb stroking her cheek. Plus she looked like pure perfection in the moonlit room. No one on earth is more beautiful than Emily if anyone wanted to ask Spencer. The little crease, that forms when she's worried - distinctly different from other expressions that makes the crease pop out - appeared above her eyebrow. "I'm not trying to relive my past Emily. You're my present and, hopefully, my future. I have to be perfectly honest with you, I miss Mel, not romantically, but in other ways and she's offering me her friendship. I'd like to accept, but not if it makes you uncomfortable."

She breathed deeply, her hand going in Spencer's hair. She kissed her nose again, then her eyelids. It's when Emily does little things like this that makes Spencer a little more confident that they share the same feelings.

"If you want to be her friend, just a friend," she stresses. "Then I can handle that."

"I don't want it to be something you tolerate but secretly hate. I'll only be her friend if you're truly okay with it. And, full disclosure here, she and I are having dinner on her birthday on Sunday."

"Spence, as long as there's nothing more than friendship going on, then I'm alright with it."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. But, if you fuck her..."

"I won't have sex with anyone but you."

"Just to let you know that's the only thing I'll ever leave you for. I mean once we're together, together, if you cheat on me, ever, I'll leave."

"Understood."

"It's not the same for you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I can't be that closed minded. Sometimes people cheat and it doesn't mean anything."

"It means something to me, that doesn't mean I'm closed minded."

"True, different strokes for different folks I suppose."

Before Emily could retort her phone rang. She groaned loudly before she hopped up, jogging into the living room.

"What," Emily answered the phone shortly.

"Where are you?"

"Oh, so now you care where I am, if I'm even alive? That's refreshing."

"Lose the attitude young lady, now, where are you?"

"Out."

"You haven't been home for days."

"How would you know?"

"I asked Mrs. Dilaurentis to keep an eye on you, your car hasn't been here. You haven't been over Paige's or Mona's so where have you been?"

"Does it matter mom?"

"Get home. Now."

"Thanks for the offer, but no thank you."

"Emily," her mother's voice raised. "Get home now! Your father is here and we need to speak with you."

"Dad's home? On a Tuesday?"

"Come home. Now."

That was the end of their conversation, her mother ended the call without saying goodbye, just hanging up, not leaving room for any more argument. Walking back into Spencer's bedroom, she smiled at the naked body lying perfectly still on top of the covers. She draped half of her still naked body over Spencer's, kissing her lips. They kissed for a while but it's never enough for Emily, particularly because she had to get home to see why her father is there. After kissing her lips, neck and face multiple times, she pulled away, standing straight up.

"I have to go home."

Spencer glanced at the duffle bag Emily had brought over and sat near her closet, a confused look on her face. "Why, I thought..."

"My dad's home and there must be something wrong. Only time of the year he comes home on a weekday is my birthday, if that."

"Oh, okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," she leaned back down, kissing her sweetly. "See you tomorrow."

The drive home was short, too short for Emily's liking. Of course she's happy to have him home, it's the why is he home that's troubling her. Furthermore, seeing and or speaking to her mother has become trying. She can't believe that all their progress fell apart at the seams with one conversation. With her car parked behind her mother's she peered over to the Dilaurentas' with distain. Where she is or isn't, is none of her mother's, or the Dilaurentas' business. Spencer's place was so much warmer than her own. Now she has to go in this house and look at the one person she can't stand to see right now. As she got out the car and headed up the driveway, she hoped her father was able to serve as a buffer.

In the living room both of her parents sat with pained expression on their faces. Her father stood, his mood lightens immediately when he sees her. His arms spread wide and Emily falls into them, unaware of just how much she misses him until this very moment. They squeeze each other for a long while, her mother stationary on the couch. She pulls away to see the serious face has come back full force.

"Sit down Emmy," her father instructs as he sits back next to her mom. She takes the couch opposite from her parents and patiently waits for whatever's about to happen. "Emmy, we have something very serious to talk to you about."

"Okay," her mother is looking at the wood and glass coffee table that separates them. Emily knows she purposely isn't making eye contact. Her eyes roll, she's sick of her mom already and she hasn't even been in her presence for five minutes.

"Well, as you know, the army does a yearly physical on all its employees. I'm just going to cut to the chase, my ticker isn't working so well, so I'm on leave."

Emily's whole world came to a screeching halt. Her heart pounded and her eyes watered. The tears we're dripping from her eyes before her father could get another word out. He stood up crossing the room, sitting by her. His strong arms pulled her into his lap and she's transported back to when she was seven.

For whatever reason, she just couldn't figure out how to balance herself on her bike. She'd begged her father to keep the training wheels on for just a little while longer, but he refused. He made her ride - and fall - up and down the block over and over. Frustration overtook her one day as she fell again. She stood, leaving her lavender bike with white tassels hanging from the handle bars, right in the middle of the block, about ten houses from her own. She stormed off, telling her father she doesn't need to know how to ride, even though her two best friends have known for almost two years now. He let her and didn't make her ride again. He placed the bike on the porch, and it remained untouched for several months. One day her father was in the kitchen peeling potatoes for her mother, he looked out the window and stated that all the other children, including her best friends, were out riding their bikes. She huffed and exited the kitchen, opting for the porch swing he built her instead.
The bike laid there, taunting her, so she grabbed it, determined to learn on her own. Not wanting all the neighborhood kids to see her struggle she walked her bike a few blocks away. Over and over she attempted to ride, and over and over she fell. That was until, she got it. She just started riding the bike. No help from her dad. No assistance from her training wheels, just her. Excitement and pride coursed through her. She felt so proud, she couldn't wait to show her dad. Next thing she hears, "Go Emmy!"

She turned her head and in a flash, was on the ground. Her father raced to her, getting to her at superhuman speed, she's sure. Her knee got the worse of the fall and the tears began. He sat on the ground and scooped her little body into his lap. He rubbed her head and kissed her face.

"I'm so proud of you Emmy, you did it all on your own. I'm so, so proud of you."

They sat there for a few more moments, her crying dwindled and she looked up at her dad.

"But I fell again," she whined, unable to see how he could be proud.

"I'll never stop loving you and there's very little you could do to make me stop being proud of you. Listen, it's okay to fall Emmy. This won't be the first time you fall and this scratch won't be the only time you bleed. That's what life is, a bunch of failing and falling flat on your face, but you wanna know something?" He asked as he wiped at her tear stained cheek. She nodded, she really needed to know what was okay about falling. "You can fall one hundred times, just as long as you get up one hundred and one. You can fall, you can make a mess of things, but you can also get back up and dust yourself off again."

He stood them both and picked up her bike.

She looked at the bike, then to her father. "So it's okay if I fall?" She couldn't fathom all the times she's fallen off that bike being okay.

"Yes Emmy, just get back up," he shook the bike a little, waiting for her to get back on.
Hesitantly, she climbs over the seat and put one foot on a pedal. She pushed off and stayed upright, a huge smile stealing over her face.

"That's it Emmy, great job honey!"

"Daddy, please tell me you'll be alright, please?" She sobbed into his chest.

"I don't know Emmy, your mother and I are going to see a specialist in Philadelphia on Friday. Hopefully everything will be fine."

"Dad..."

"I love you Emmy, please don't cry," his hands rose to her face, wiping her still falling tears.

"I love you too," she hid her face in his neck, time no longer a concept as endless moments passed in his arms.

A small, quiet knock, stirred Emily from her drowsy state. After crying for what was possibly hours, she took a shower, looked over her homework and readied herself for bed.

"Come in,"

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure dad," she sat up. "Come in."

"Emmy," he sat on the edge of her bed. "What's going on with you and your mom?"

"No. Just...we aren't doing this."

"Emmy, talk to me," he pleaded.

She sighed, unable to do anything but relent. "She's fake, and a liar, and a self righteous bit..."

"Emily."

"Sorry."

"How is she 'fake'?" his hands did the little bunny ears motion along with his question.

"At the graveyard she told me she doesn't condone how I live my life but she isn't going to judge me. Those were her exact words but she didn't mean it. She hates me."

"I told you this before and I'll tell you again, she doesn't hate you. You're her baby, her only baby, she could never hate you."

"She told me I'm lucky she hasn't kicked me out the house and disowned me."

Her father stood, fury in his deep brown eyes that hers are the exact replica of. "She what?! She didn't say that."

"Dad, why would I lie?"

He took his seat again, shaking his head in either disbelief or disgust, Emily couldn't tell which.

"I'll...I'll talk to her," he said, turning towards her slightly.

"I don't need you to do that dad. I'm done trying to convince her of anything. I'm done trying to recapture what we had before I told her I'm gay. Everything was fine, we had a great relationship, and she actually loved me,"

"Emmy..."

"No dad, she's...she's crazy! I'm still the same person, I'm still her daughter. I'm still the same person I was ten minutes before she knew. I was gay then, I'm gay now, what's the difference?"

"You know you're mother, her religion means everything to her."

"No where in the Bible does it say 'if someone doesn't believe in this or me, or follow these words explicitly, then you must hate and condemn them.' God is love, why are religious people so hateful?"

"I'm not sure Emmy, but your mother doesn't hate you. She's just having a difficult time coming to terms with your sexuality."

"And you?"

Wayne smiles a goofy smile and rubs his neck. "I'll tell you what, and I'll deny it if you ever tell anyone this, but...a part of me is relieved."

She smiled back, wondering how her being gay could serve as any relief to him, a strong, upstanding Army man. "Relieved?"

"Well, yeah. I don't have to worry about some knuckle head breaking your heart, then I'd have to break his face."

"Dad, a girl can break a heart just like a man," she informed him, rolling her eyes her smile still in place.

"I know, that, but I can't hit a girl."

Emily laughed and hit her dad with the pillow behind her. "Daaaaad!"

"Plus," his face grew a little more serious. "I don't have to worry about you popping up pregnant, I can't tell you how much of a relief that is. Every father worries himself sick about that. And it doesn't help that I spend so much of the year away."

"True..." she picked her pillow back up, laying it behind her. "But, dad, even if I were straight, I'd be smart you know that."

"I do know that Emmy, doesn't assuage my fears though. Every father worries about his daughter, it's just how we're built."

"I guess so..." It felt so good to be having a frank, yet light hearted conversation with her dad. She hasn't seen him since he surprised her with her car a few weeks ago, and even then his visit was short. Whenever he's home, things just feel right, she hates how much time she spends away from him, but she also knows he's doing noble work for their country. Doesn't mean she misses him any less.

"So...in conclusion, you're okay with me being gay?" she asked hopefully.

"I am, yes. If this is who you are, I'm okay with that. You're a wonderful kid, who's sweet, kind, never been in trouble, brings home straight A's, what more could I ask for?"

"Thanks dad, but sexuality isn't who someone is, it's just something about them."

Wayne nodded, absorbing this new information. "Whether you're gay, straight, or fall in love with a pickle, you're my extraordinary little girl and I love you."

She leapt out from under her covers, colliding with her dad, hugging him as tight as possible. "I love you too. You're literally the best dad ever."

"Well, I try," he snickered and hugged her back. Emily really wished it could be like this with her mom, a part of her is still holding out hope that it might be, but she isn't holding her breath. "Honey," he fixed her with a stern gaze after she sat back again.

"Yes?"

"Your mother explained to me that you haven't been home...where exactly have you been?" Emily didn't answer, what was she supposed to say? Definitely not the truth. "Emily, are you seeing someone?"

"Uh...yes?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Telling?"

"Emmy..."

"Yes, okay, I'm seeing someone," she covered her red face, slightly embarrassed to talk about this with her dad, but simultaneously grateful.

"Is it serious?"

"Kinda...it's getting there, yeah," a dopey smile took over her face just thinking about the progression between she and Spencer over the last couple of days. Her dad pulled her hands from her face.

"When do I get to meet her?"

"Never!"

"Emmy, I wanna meet this girl that has you grinning like an idiot."

"Dad, she isn't even my girlfriend, I mean, we're new, I mean, it's too soon!" her hands flew to her face again, cheeks burning. Her dad laughing at her was not helping.

"Okay, okay. So when she is your girlfriend and you aren't 'new' anymore, can I meet her then?"

Spreading her fingers, she peeked at her father. "Maybe..." it came out muffled with her palms directly over her mouth. Once again he pulled her hands down.

"Tell me about her," he demanded, all playfulness gone.

"Ever meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life?"

"I felt that way when I met your mom."

"Really?" he nodded. "Well it's like that with her."

"Does 'her' have a name?"

"I'm not ready to say."

"Why so secretive?"

"Dad..." he huffed and waved his hand, signaling her to continue. "Okay, so she's so smart, and silly, and wonderful, and amazing, and so, so beautiful. Like, crazy beautiful, like she fell out of a fashion magazine beautiful."

"Really, so what does she want with you?" he laughed, followed by an 'oomph'.

"Dad!" she punched him in the arm, but joined him in laughter. "Anyway, she's tall, not as tall as me, but tall, and her skin is perfect. She has a big heart and she's so kind."

"What do you like most about her?"

"Probably the fact that she doesn't take herself too seriously. She's always joking around and being adorable."

"How old is she? She in your class?" Uh oh.

"She's, uh...a little older than me, she's out of college."

"Emily, that's too old, that means she can legally drink, what are you doing with someone so old?"

"Dad, we just connected. Who cares how old either one of us is? And if it makes you feel better I tried to get her to give me wine when she cooked us dinner but she wouldn't hear of it, she's very responsible dad, I swear."

"You're telling me the truth?" he asked with a pointed finger and narrowed eyes.

"I'm telling the truth, she'd never let me drink underage, I promise. She cares so much about me and my well being, I swear, she's a great girl..."

"Woman," her dad grumbled, looking in the other direction.

She got up and walked on her knees to the edge, behind her father, who had a sour look on his face. She wrapped her arms around him and put her chin on his shoulder.

"I don't know how I feel about this Emmy,"

"She's a very responsible person," she repeated. "She'd never let me get into any kind of trouble, she cares too much about me to let that happen.

"But Emmy, she's so much older than you, she's been to college, she's done a lot of things you haven't even thought about yet, wait...are you two..."

"Dad, I lost my virginity to Sammy,"

"Oh God..."

"I'm falling in love again, I didn't think it was possible, but I'm falling deeply in love with her and I'm happy, she makes me so happy. What does her age have to do with anything?"

He turned his head slightly to look at her. "She hasn't pressured you into anything has she?"

Emily had to refrain from bursting out in laughter, Spencer wasn't in anyway shape or form the aggressor in their relationship. If anything, someone should be comforting Spencer asking her what was it Emily pressured her into.

"I give you my word she's nothing but a gentlewoman with me. No pressure. None what so ever."

"I worry about you dating someone that old...how old is she anyway?"

"Let's not get into that."

"Emmy,"

"Her age doesn't matter, she makes me happy and treats me with respect, isn't that what you want for me?"

"I guess..."

"She's amazing dad, I'm going to marry her."

"Marriage? Emily, you're barely seventeen!"

"I know dad," she chuckled. "I mean in like eight, ten years. I'm saying when I look into her eyes, I see the rest of my life. I know I'm young and have my whole life ahead of me, and blah, blah, blah, but I'm certain. Didn't you just know with mom?"

He sighed, she had a point. "You've met your future wife and I can't meet her?"

"Not yet. Soon, I promise," she hoped he could wait another year and a half.

"I trust you, but be smart and be careful,"

"Always," she released him, coming from behind him to sit by his side instead.

"So...tell me more about my future daughter in law."

The pen in her hand bounced up and down as she wondered why Emily hadn't responded to any of her texts. She hoped she and her father were all right. Just as she got back to going over her final notes for the day's lesson plans, her door opened. A smiling Emily closed and locked the door, the hand not holding a container pulled the shade down.

"Emily, what are you doing?

"I baked you some muffins," she sits in front of Spencer, bending down to kiss her lips. When she pulled back, Spencer looked at her with suspicion. "What? I've always baked for you right?"
"You don't always lock the door and pull the shade down," Spencer pointed out.

Moving away from the desk, after sitting the Tupperware down, she walks backwards, heading for the back of the class. "That's because I wanted to talk to you about something and I didn't want anyone to SEE what we were talking about," she chooses the desk in the very corner, far from the view of the door. Her fingers glide across the desk seductively.

"And what is it we need to discuss?" she had to admit, she was intrigued.

"How I didn't bother with putting underwear on today," Emily sits on the desk and spreads her legs to show Spencer.

Spencer's in front of Emily in a heartbeat, losing her jacket and heels along the way, grateful Emily wore a skirt and she chose pants today. They're at each other, not bothering with foreplay. The kisses are hard, wet and hungry. When Spencer slips her tongue in, Emily can't hold her satisfied moan. Things only intensify when Emily spreads her leg as far as possible, one of her legs in Spencer's hand, the other on the chair of the desk. Spencer plunges into her wetness, eager to feel inside her. She's tight but she's so wet, she meets no resistance.

"Spence...deeper," Emily's request is just barely above a whisper.

Spencer had to choke back her moan when Emily bites her shoulder through her white button down oxford shirt. They hiss at each other when their lips collided again. She's utterly engulfed by lust burning every inch of her body. Emily smells so good, she can't help but want to taste. Teasing her, Spencer slows her pace, curling into her expertly. Emily's nails dig deep in her back, her mouth agape. Their kissing has become hasty, Spencer moves her lips to Emily's neck. Emily locks her ankles around Spencer causing her fingers to slip deeper. Emily's arms hug Spencer close to her body as her hips rock against her hand. Spencer puts a hand on the desk to steady herself.

Surely no one can hear Emily's light panting and soft moans, Spencer thinks as she slows her hand, eventually coming to a stop. She pulls herself out of Emily's grasp then pulls out of her and brings her fingers in both their line of sight. Emily's face is priceless as she watches Spencer's tongue peak out her mouth. Spencer opened her mouth and pushes her fingers in and out of her mouth not dissimilar to what she was just doing to Emily. Her lips find Emily's again in a passionate kiss, neither of them concerned the room filling with the distinctive smell of sex.

Spencer's hands crawl up Emily's shirt and under her bra, immediately taking her nipple in her mouth as soon as it comes in view. She looks up to see Emily's low eyes and open mouth, very obviously trying to control her volume. For whatever reason Spencer wanted to make Emily lose it. Dropping to her knees, her hands move to the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide. Using two fingers to rub Emily, she snuck her tongue inside. Not five minutes of Emily's hand on the back of her head, forcing her deeper on her tongue, passed before Spencer got her wish of Emily - very loudly - losing control.

"So," Spencer said as she and Emily fixed their clothing. "This may not be the most appropriate time to ask but, is everything okay with your dad?"

"Oh, uh...he's having some health problems so the Army is making him get checked out,"

"So he's on leave?" Emily nodded. "For how long?"

"I'm not sure,"

Noticing some thing a little off, Spencer pulled Emily into her, speaking into her neck. "You can talk to me, you know that right?"

"Of course...there's nothing to talk about though, not yet at least,"

"Okay," Spencer said, letting it go. Whatever's going on at home, Emily will tell her when she feels comfortable. Hopefully. "Hey Em, I have a little surprise waiting for you at my house."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Come over later and you'll see,"

"I have to go straight home, spend some time with my dad, but I can come over after dinner,"

"Okay, that's perfect actually, it'll give me time to put it together," she smiled when Emily's curiosity turned to excitement.

"Put together? What is it?"

"You're just going to have to wait and see."

Sorry for the delay, the previous two chapters and these last two all run together and I was gonna make it one really long chapter but things didn't work out like that.

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