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Emily Charlton, despite her best efforts, loves Andrea Sachs.
She loves her writing, the calm elegance and intelligence she carries effortlessly. She loves the way her hair looks when she first wakes up; how it sticks straight up on one side from laying against Emily's chest while asleep. She loves how supportive she is of Emily, always there with a coffee or a gift or something to eat, all the things she knows Emily would never get for herself.
Right now, though, she hates Andrea.
"Please-" Emily starts, back arching off the bed to chase Andy's touch. Andy smiles from above her, hair framing her face like an angel from above. Her fingers are inside of her, fucking her hard and deep, and Emily's insides are on fire.
"Such a good girl." Andy says, and it's taunting; teasing. She's making fun of her, and she knows it. Emily would be more upset if she wasn't so wet. "You take me so well, don't you?"
"Shut up." Emily mumbles, between moans. "I'm so close, Andy, please." She really is so, so close, it's right there before it all stops. "No!"
Andy's just smirking down at her, like seeing Emily like this is really doing something for her. "Poor baby." She teases, running a hand through Emily's hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from her forehead. "You know that's not how you talk to me."
Emily scoffs. "Shut up." She repeats, and Andy pulls her hand away from Emily's hair, too, so they're not touching at all. Emily whines subconsciously, arching her back again.
"You want me to stop?" Andy asks, but there's no right answer; there's no answer at all, actually. She knows what Emily sounds like when she wants her to stop, and it's not this.
"I want you to stop being so mean." Emily answers, and Andy just laughs. It's short, cutting and vicious in a way Andy isn't outside of this. Emily's face burns with the knowledge.
"You know that's not true." Andy responds, but she's still talking and not touching her, so Emily grips her arms and tries to move her to where she needs her. Andy doesn't budge, though, so much stronger than Emily from years of actually eating the nutrients she needs, and Emily whines again, a pathetic, needy thing. "Oh, baby. You want me to touch you?"
No shit. "Yeah, obviously." She says, attempting to pull Andy's arm again. Andy just smiles again, a sly grin that overtakes any last bit of kindness left in her body.
"Beg."
It's one word, and Emily's whole body stutters in response. Andy's fully serious, her body language and tone is enough to tell her that, and her arm still isn't budging from it's spot. Emily glares back, a challenge, but she knows she'll eventually listen. She always does.
"Please." Her breathing is heavy, labored. "Please, Andy, I need you to touch me. I need you to make me come, please."
She inches her arm closer, almost touching Emily's leg. "More. Make me believe it." Emily groans, rolls her eyes, and Andy brings her arm away. Emily glares at her. "Now I need more. Don't be a brat now, baby."
"Fuck you." She says, and Andy gets up off the bed. She crosses her arms across her chest, still fully dressed in contrast to Emily's naked body, and stares down at her. Emily knows she doesn't look intimidating, flushed down her face and throughout her chest and glaring at the woman who's so clearly in power, but god damn if she's not going to try.
"Where'd my good girl go, hm?" Andy says, and it hits Emily right in the chest, almost snapping her out of her temper tantrum and making her beg right then and there. "I'd be better off just leaving you here. Letting you get yourself off because you just can't be good for me."
It's a low blow, knowing that Emily can never get off on her own. She also knows that Andy would never leave her here, not like this, but god if it doesn't light a fire inside her, low and burning down deep in her gut.
"No, please, Andy-" She's full on begging, chest heaving and eyes tearing up, but she can't feel embarrassed when Andy's looking down at her with such fondness, such care despite her cruelty. "Please, please, please, I need this. I need you."
Emily watches Andy's face as her words break something deep behind her eyes, face breaking out into an entirely overeager smile, one that Emily would definitely make fun of her for if they were in any other situation. "Oh, poor baby." She coos, moving her hand back to Emily's hair and running her fingers through the soft strands. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
She moves again to hover above Emily, dragging her hand down Emily's chest, then torso, then where she needs her most. Andy has this glint in her eye that she only gets when she's about to do something fucked up.
"Beg for it."
Emily shakes her head, refusing, eyes narrowed. But then Andy starts to pull away, and Emily swallows her pride. "Please. I'll be good, please, I'll be so good, love, please-" She's cut off by Andy entering her with two fingers at once, and Emily's so wet she barely feels it. God.
Andy's pace is brutal, fast and hard thrusts that have Emily squirming against the bedsheets. It's good, it's so good, but she needs more. "Another finger." She says, strained and whiny. "Please, darling, I need more, please."
Andy listens, because she must be taking mercy on Emily, now. After she inserts her third finger, though, she stops her movements, which causes Emily's back to arch, moving down the bed like she could fuck herself on Andy's fingers. "Say thank you." Andy commands, looking down at Emily. She's breathing almost as hard as Emily is, like she's getting off just on watching the woman below her squirm against their sweaty sheets.
"What, fuck," She stutters through it, about to fight the command just to see Andy get mad again, but she moves inside of Emily just a little like she's reminding her who's in control here. It makes Emily feel intoxicated, and she throws her head back against the pillow behind her. "Thank you."
It's simple. It's not whiny or sexy or bratty; it's just Emily talking to Andy. Andy beams in response, pink flush rising to her face like Emily listening to her is enough to make her blush. Emily's about to say something to make fun of her, but, as if Andy could sense it, she returns to her brutal pace, fucking in and out of Emily so hard that she can feel Andy inside of her.
"Fuck, so close, Andy," She's rambling, like she always does when she's close like this. "Please, can I come, please?"
Andy looks down at her, eying her up and down as if she's judging if she can come or not. "You can, baby. Come for me, okay?"
Emily's chest is heaving, her breathing labored. The words leave her mouth before she can think about them, her mind too foggy to be a brat anymore. "Thank you, jesus, thank you, love. Fuck, love you so much, baby, god." She's so, so close, but it's still not enough, and she realizes what she needs; the fact is so annoying she almost rolls her eyes. Instead, she begs.
"Tell me I'm good." She breathes out. "Please, I need you to tell me I'm good, please, Andy."
Andy looks down at her with a fond smile, big, brown eyes practically overflowing with love; something distant inside of her murmurs the words God, hide an emotion for once in your life, and now that she's looking at her like this, she can't believe she ever told her that.
"Oh, baby," She whispers, hovering just above her so she can say the words right into her mouth. "You're so good. My good girl. So good for me. I love you." Then, she leans in and kisses her as she comes, muffling her whines and whimpers against her lips.
Andy only pulls away once Emily's finished, letting her catch her breath while she grabs a wet washcloth from the bathroom. She kneels next to Emily, touch gentle as she leans in and wipes her inner thighs. She presses a kiss to Emily's hipbone, and she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.
Andy just chuckles like this whole thing is real funny. "You okay, babygirl?" She asks her, moving up her body to hover above her. She's basically planking over her, and Emily has to remind herself that she absolutely, positively, cannot do another round right now.
"Just peachy." She answers, in an attempt to be sarcastic, but her throat is raw and scratchy, so it just coughs out rough and weak. Andy gets up off the bed and guides Emily into a sitting position. Almost as soon as she's up, there's a water bottle shoved in her hand.
"Drink up." Andy says to her with a smile, and Emily sticks her tongue out in protest, but takes a sip anyways. It feels heavenly on her throat, and she tries not to look at Andy's knowing smile as she gets into bed next to her. She puts the water bottle back down and moves to lay against Andy's chest, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"You know we have to go shower, right?" Andy says to her, but she doesn't fight it, rather presses a kiss to her hair. Emily sinks further into her chest, mind hazy.
"Yeah." She murmurs back. "Can we just stay here a little longer, though?"
"Of course, baby." She presses another kiss to Emily's hair, as her eyes close. "However long you want."