...But Your Enemies Closer

"I can't get enough of you." Rebecca admitted and let her fingers wander all over Emily's body.

Emily hummed and met Rebecca's eyes with a wicked glint, "Neither can I."

Rebecca's fingers slid into Emily's silky folds and she smirked back at the blonde before driving one finger up inside of her, "As long as I'm not the only one addicted."

Emily gasped and bucked against Rebecca's sudden entrance inside of her. How was it that Rebecca made her feel so hot, so quickly? Every new sensation Rebecca brought out of Emily had her suspended in air and just around the corner, there always seemed to be another waiting to get her higher and higher.

"More, more, more." Emily cried out.

Rebecca didn't even break her perfect rhythm to meet Emily's demand. On her out-stroke she brought another finger up to meet the first and on the in-stroke they both filled up the blonde. Rebecca was rewarded with yet another throaty moan from the blonde and she was sure that her ego couldn't have gotten much bigger by the way Emily was writhing for her.

What Rebecca wasn't yet aware of was that Emily -- the real Emily that she was still learning about -- wasn't an absentminded lover by any means. She couldn't just sit idly by when there was something her body could be doing to return the favor of pleasure that she was receiving. So while the brunette was rocking her fingers in and out of the blonde, Emily was reaching back to find Rebecca's clit with her searching digits.

Emily was aware of when she found success by the groan that came out of Rebecca, followed by the unbelieving eyes that met hers a moment later. She knew that the message behind that stare was something to the effect of 'you couldn't just enjoy this?' but Emily wasn't too concerned. She knew that she probably had one more good come left in her before she would be spent -- at least for a little bit -- and she wanted to make sure that Rebecca could have that same satisfaction.

"I want you to come with me." Emily explained in a panting breath.

Rebecca grunted, "I thought we already did something like that."

"Again then." Emily said impatiently and bucked up to meet every one of Rebecca's thrusts mid-stroke.

Rebecca wasn't about to argue the point with Emily. She was just doing her best to hold off her orgasm until she could get the blonde there. Unfortunately for her, Emily was so fucking good that Rebecca was having a hard time even concentrating on what she was supposed to be doing. Couldn't the blonde see that Rebecca was still somewhat new to this and needed all the focus she could get?

The feeling of Emily clenching around her fingers was the most relieving feeling Rebecca had felt all night. It meant that she could finally stop tensing and let the orgasm wash over her that had been inching closer and closer at every moment. The world around the pair seemed to stop spinning as they shook through their pleasure together, their eyes locked on the other in what might have been the most intimate moment of their entire lives.

Rebecca slipped out of Emily finally and the blonde tumbled off onto the bed. She laid her head on Rebecca's shoulder and the brunette laid a sweet kiss to Emily's messy bed head. They shared a content sigh in that moment of rest and there was no doubt in either mind that what had just transpired was a long time in the making.

"That was nice." Emily muttered.

Rebecca hummed, "That was good."

"That was great." Emily shot back.

"That was fantastic." Rebecca set her lover with a look, "I can do this all night if you want to try me."

Emily's brow raised in challenge. "That was wonderful."

Rebecca smirked, "That was incredible."

Emily considered for a moment, a finger pressed against her lips in thought, "That was orgasmic."

"Damn. Can't beat that one." Rebecca muttered under her breath.

Emily snuggled closer to Rebecca, smug in her victory. Or rather, her most recent victory. She was sure that what they had just accomplished was a victory in itself -- or rather many victories.

The silence that settled between them after that was perfect and content. They didn't need to have any inane chatter or useless declarations in this moment. It was perfect.

Then Rebecca ruined it all by looking down at their feet and laughing softly. Emily quirked a brow and set her with an interested look, waiting for her lover to explain just what was so funny. The brunette held up one finger and got herself under control as the giggles tapered off.

"We never took our socks off."

Emily shrugged, "I never take my socks off in bed. My feet get cold otherwise and then I can't sleep. Bad circulation and all."

Rebecca slid her feet against Emily's and giggled again, "You're kind of adorable, did you know that?"

"I've been told." Emily replied with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah and I'm telling you again." Rebecca chuckled and sprung on top of Emily once more before she laid a trail of kisses down the girl neck, to her chest and down her abdomen.

"You're not starting this again are you?" Emily asked with disbelief coloring her voice. How in the hell did this girl have so much energy?

Rebecca shrugged, "What are you gonna do about it if I am?"

Emily slid her hands against Rebecca's face to cup the girl's cheeks. She urged the brunette to look at her and was met with a dazzling smile. Emily grinned at Rebecca and pulled her back up to meet her lips softly, she was more than happy to let the brunette do whatever she pleased but first, this kiss was necessary.

"Keep on loving you." Emily finally answered as she let go of Rebecca.

"And that's exactly what I'm trying to do." Rebecca winked at her lover and nipped at her lower lip.

Emily let out a mock sigh as if this was an exhausting prospect and waved a hand at the brunette, "Carry on then."

Rebecca dove back down the path that she had previously cut moments before, murmuring against Emily's skin as she did. "You don't have to tell me twice."

Epilogue -- 5 Years Later: Laughter Lines

Life doesn't always go as one plans -- and for Emily Frazier and Rebecca Knox, truer words had never been spoken.

If someone were to tell them at any point of their lives before the fateful day that Rebecca walked into the Zendex Media building that they would end up crazy in love and going on five years strong, that person would have been laughed off. Yet despite everything that they had gone through together, that was the truth of their life. Through all of the torture and treachery that the girls shared, they had never been happier than they were together.

As the years passed them by things only seemed to get better for the pair. They found that separately they were strong, but together they were unstoppable. It was possible that they could rule the world together. Anyone that was lucky -- or unlucky -- enough to cross their path was quite aware of this fact.

Emily found more and more success with her creative approach to each project her company was given and eventually she found herself working as Brant Chamberlain's second in command with the prospect of running the whole damn show one day. For once in her life however, her ambition was content to stay exactly where she was with the company. She wasn't power hungry and impatient to take the reins over from the old man who had become a wonderful mentor to her anymore. Emily was perfectly all right just trying to showcase Zendex as a force to be reckoned with, without all the worries and pressures that would be over her head the day she did take over that coveted CEO position.

Rebecca found her own success when she graduated with a bachelor's degree in sport's science and went after the dream that Emily had helped shape inside of her -- to become a cheer coach. There were plenty of individual establishments that she could have worked for, but for some reason she was more inclined to be back in a high school program instead. It was where her career ended and she hoped that perhaps she could help these girls go farther than she ever had. So with that thought in mind, Rebecca applied to all of the high schools in the region to see what would come of it.

In all the ironic humor that had befallen the pair, Rebecca found her first coaching opportunity in the same place that she had started -- Branson High. Emily found this much more amusing than her counterpart did, but after a little coaxing, she made Rebecca see the golden opportunity that was really in front of her. This was the brunette's chance to be different from the establishment that had created her -- a new chance to mold young minds in a more productive manner for society so to speak.

"Plus," Emily had whispered into her girlfriend's ear, which elicited a pronounced shiver down Rebecca's back. "You'll get to wear your home colors again, and as you know I'm quite fond of how you look in purple."

"Mmm. Go Bulldogs." Rebecca husked.

"Indeed." Emily nodded in agreement. "Do you think it would be too hard to procure a cheerleading uniform? I'm sure there's a few fantasies I could come up with involving you and those miniskirts..."

Rebecca turned and quirked a brow, "Would you wear your sexy librarian glasses?"

Emily bit her lip and threw Rebecca a mysterious glance, "We'll see."

That was all the convincing that Rebecca needed. She took the job with a feeling of purpose and new beginnings alike, but more than anything she would be back on the field that was once her home and that spurred such an adrenaline rush in her that she wasn't sure if she would ever come back down. To make matters even better, Rebecca was sure that she could procure a cheerleading uniform -- as the former head cheerleader and now the coach as well, she was positive that some strings could be pulled somewhere -- for whatever dirty fantasy Emily could concoct.

That would arguable be the best part of her new job.

Rebecca had been working at Branson for about a year when the ten-year reunion of their graduating class rolled around. Emily was content to skip this one just as she had the last. However, Rebecca reminded the blonde that as a Branson employee it would be good for her image to be there and celebrate her own time at the high school -- however fucked up it might have been. The brunette found herself in Evie's position five years prior as she tried to convince her girlfriend -- lover, best friend, life partner -- that it was a good idea to attend. The irony was not lost on Rebecca whatsoever.

"Think about it this way, the only reason you didn't go last time is trying to convince you to go this time." Rebecca pressed, "Besides, you're a big fucking deal compared to most of those losers."

Emily couldn't argue either point that Rebecca was making, but she still encouraged the brunette to keep going. Every now and again, a nice ego boost did her wonders. "How so?"

"Well," Rebecca began, knowing exactly what Emily was trying to do just by the devilish gleam in the girl's eyes. "You have a kick ass job where you're respected and admired. You've grown out of your high school persona of the mousey girl everyone knew you as and transformed into a gorgeous woman. Not to mention you'll have the hottest piece of eye candy imaginable on your arm when you strut your sexy stuff in there."

"You're such a narcissist." Emily muttered and rolled her eyes.

Rebecca scoffed, "And you're an egomaniac. We're perfect for each other."

"That's hard logic to dispute." Emily said and chewed on the inside of her cheek as she mulled over Rebecca's words. "We don't have to stay the entire time do we?"

"No. Just let me make an appearance, you can rub your accomplishments in the faces of anyone that defies you and then we come home and make love all night long."

"I'm starting to like this plan." Emily grinned and straddled Rebecca's lap, "Let's get a head start on that last part."

Rebecca's plan for their reunion went just as she expected it to.

Their peers were more than a little surprised when Rebecca Knox and Emily Frazier showed up to the event together. That surprise turned into all out shock when they realized that the two were literally together. It took all the practiced composure that Rebecca could muster not to laugh hysterically at the faces around her staring blankly when she unthinkingly kissed Emily's lips in front of God and everyone. She wasn't about to censor herself around these morons after all.

Unlike the last reunion Rebecca went to, there was no effect of the social time machine on her. She didn't act like the queen bitch, she wasn't walking around with her hands on her hips and there were no superior thoughts that crossed her mind. The brunette was simply the down to earth adult and attentive girlfriend that she was any other day. This may have been the biggest surprise to the people scattered around the gym.

When the two got their fill of mingling with people that they really had nothing in common with anymore, they ditched the event and finally got out the hysterics that they had both been holding onto for the better part of an hour. There was a consistent string of tiny laughs that passed between them on the cab ride home -- they both had consumed far too much of the punch that Jordan Simmons had spiked to drive themselves -- which had the cabbie looking back in curiosity ever few minutes. When they finally got home, there was no control over it any longer however.

"Oh my God, did you see Ashley Monroe's face? It looked like she stopped breathing there for a second!" Emily managed to get out between relentless giggles.

Rebecca nodded, laughing just as hard, "And Clark Jessup couldn't stop doing that eye twitch thing! Shit, it's like they've never seen a couple of hot women together or something."

"I know! Like, news flash, the internet has been around for quite some time and if you hadn't heard, porn is free."

"Well, I wasn't about to give them that kind of show." Rebecca said with a wag of her finger in Emily's direction.

The blonde wrapped her arms around Rebecca's middle and pressed her lips against the brunette's ear. "Can I have that kind of show?"

"I did promise you that we would make love all night once we left that train wreck didn't I?"

"You did." Emily purred.

The fairy tale ending that both girls had longed for was finally becoming a reality with the other. Every little failure and unsupportive person in their lives became a distant memory with every day they spent together and the horrible memories were reshaped into a more pleasant present and hopeful future. Even the bad days between them weren't as bad as they could be with the knowledge that they had lived through so much worse -- both together and apart -- and nothing could be as bad as it once was.

So it was that Emily and Rebecca's life consisted of three truths as the years flashed by. They lived. They loved. They danced.

As often as they could, the two danced together to remember the night that both of their walls finally collapsed and something new emerged from the ashes. Sometimes it was out in public in the presence of the prying eyes of the world but more often than not, it wasn't. Both Emily and Rebecca preferred to dance together in the comfort of their own home where they could keep those special intimate moments all to themselves.

It wasn't uncommon at all for them to find themselves pressed together, cheek to cheek, as they were this night. There wasn't any need for slick moves or fancy tricks on nights like these. The only thing the pair required was some good music, a little room and each other.

Usually they danced without uttering a word. Sometimes Rebecca would hum along to the song or sing the words quietly, but it was silently agreed that there was a magic aura that surrounded them when they let their bodies do all the talking. So when Emily broke that spell on this particular night, it was a little odd.

Even odder were the words that she spoke to her lover.

"It's crazy to think of everything we've been through together. All the fighting and backstabbing that got us to this point." Emily murmured against Rebecca's neck as they gently swayed to the quiet jazz track in the background.

"Mmm." Rebecca hummed into Emily's hair and kissed the top of the blonde's head. "It would make an excellent novel."

"It would, wouldn't it?" Emily nodded in agreement and chuckled quietly. "Would you ever change the way it happened? I mean, if you could go back and do it all again?"

Rebecca pulled back just enough to look into Emily's bright green eyes, staring deeply for a few moments. Emily gazed back at Rebecca with a questioning look, before quirking an eyebrow at her silent girlfriend. This broke Rebecca finally. She leaned down without any pretense and met Emily's lips in a sweet and gentle embrace, all the while continuing to move along to the beat of the music.

"No." Rebecca finally answered. "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Nothing? Not high school or working under me or all the bullshit or, or anything?" Emily seemed baffled by this answer.

"Nope. Not a thing." Rebecca shook her head and scrunched her nose in a way that Emily found absolutely adorable. "If it happened any other way I might not feel as strongly as I do now."

"Hmm."

"Now I have a question for you." Rebecca began and twirled Emily around, eliciting giggles from the blonde. "Did you ever wonder if you falling for me was a testament to a deeply fucked up part of your psyche that felt like it was undeserving of love or something, so you just took what you could get?"

Emily considered the brunette that held her and smiled, "More than a few times. But I got over it."

The brunette chuckled, "Good to know."

Rebecca slid her arm across Emily's lower back and dipped her down as the song shimmered to a close and once again met those perfect pink lips, this time in a much more passionate embrace. Emily giggled against their kiss as Rebecca pulled her upright once more, the brunette refusing to pull her mouth away for even a moment. Their foreheads pressed together as the kiss finally tapered off and Emily moved her nose back and forth against Rebecca's in a slow and sensual manner.

"You're such a fucking romantic. Did you know that?" Emily asked.

"Yeah." Rebecca grinned and pressed Emily tighter against her body as the next song began. "But that's why you love me."

"Yeah, that's why I love you." Emily agreed. She chewed on her lip and eyed the beautiful woman that held her before she spoke again. "Do you think we'll spend the rest of our lives together?"

Rebecca quirked a brow, "What brought this on?"

"Just thinking I guess." Emily mumbled.

"Well I haven't run off yet." Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, "So there's that."

"You? I haven't run off either." Emily scoffed.

"Yeah but since you brought up our potential future I felt the right to point out how I'm still here for said future to even happen."

Emily grumbled under her breath, "Good point."

Rebecca paused and looked down at the blonde who had a defined scowl line between her eyebrows matched with a pouting lip, reminding the brunette briefly of a petulant child. "Emmy, I think I'll spend all my days hopelessly in love with you. So by that logic -- and if you continue to have me, of course -- we'll spend the rest of our lives together."

Emily grinned from ear to ear, having finally heard what she needed from her lover. "I'm glad you could clear that up for me."

Emily leaned into Rebecca once more, placing her head on the brunette's chest and heaved a content sigh. Rebecca, however, was left a little baffled by their conversation. First Emily had asked about changing their past and now it was all about sticking around for the future. Seriously, what had gotten into that crazy blonde head?