One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 2: Make yourself at home

"Well thank you, Emily Dickinson, I'd have to say the same about you." - Sue opened her mouth parting her lips, allowing Emily's tongue to slide in. She smirked as she kissed Emily, feeling her hot breath and hot tongue in her mouth. She felt so warm, like a warm cookie. Maybe Sue had been wasting her time with her ex boyfriend when all she really needed was a woman's touch.

She sighed as she slowly pulled away from Emily. Smiling a wicked smile.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer at your place." - she smirked referring to Emily's previous comment. "But there is something I must let you know." - Sue paused before speaking again. "I've never been touched by a woman before now."

"I'm glad to be your first, Sue Gilbert." - Emily smirked and put a lock of Sue's hair behind her ear. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. I know my way around girls." - Emily winked and grabbed Sue's hand in order for them to leave the bar.

They had to make their way around a lot of people, some of them were staring at the girls funny, but they didn't care. Soon they were out, but instead of getting some fresh air, Emily wanted to get more out of Sue. She pinned her up against the bar's outer wall and kissed her like it's going to be the last time. She teased Sue's tongue with her own, sucked on it and the girls exchanged a few wet kisses.

"God, Emily..." - Sue said in between the kissing, her hands roaming Emily's body feeling her up as she was pushed against the wall.

"Em..." - she groaned, wanting more from the girl in her arms, but also wanting to take her first time slow. This would be good writing material, she hoped, and maybe she wouldn't need the songwriter who they assigned to her's help.

It felt like Emily didn't hear the first things Sue said: she was too busy leaving hungry kisses on the girl's neck, starting from below her ear and she stopped to look in the girl's eyes before her kisses reached their final destination: Sue's collarbone.

"What?" - the poet asked with a huge smile, as her two hands were holding Sue's. Their fingers were changing the way they were intertwined many times and Emily wanted to speak again, but she didn't really know what else to say, so she waited for Sue's reply.

Sue smirked as she leaned into Emily's kisses. Sue loved the trail of kisses being left on her and the obvious hickeys they were going to form.

"Emily Dickinson, if you don't take us somewhere we can be alone now I don't think we will make it." - Sue Gilbert said as she kissed Emily's head, her leg in between Emily's as she teased her, wanting more contact with the brunette.

Emily smirked yet again and giggled softly, tilting her head back. She was having such a good time. When they finally reached her apartment, an inspiration finally hit her: the first few words to a song. She could only hope she'd remember them when she and Sue are done with what they were going to do. Emily was trying not to think about the song too much. Instead, she wanted to focus on the vision next to her.

"Make yourself at home." - Emily said as she placed the keys on the cupboard next to the door.

Sue looked around, the smile on her face genuine for the first time in a while. Sue looked at Emily and bit her lip gently.
"So this is where Emily Dickinson writes her poems and songs, huh?" - the girl smiled, taking off her coat as she looked over Emily's body. 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, she thought to herself, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

"I'm amazed by you, Emily." - she spoke finally.

"Hm. I have an idea." - Emily said with a smirk after she placed her bag on her huge bed, that could fit two people with no problem. "Do you want me to read something to you? Of course, that will happen right after I fuck you senseless." - the poet felt like the alcohol was giving her more courage to speak her mind than she would like.

She wasn't sure why she said the last thing that she did; she wasn't sure how would Sue feel about it. She had reached the point where she'd lost all sense of boundaries. Hopefully Sue would see things her way and that they'd be on the same level here. Because sure, it felt like both girls wanted the same thing, but Emily couldn't help but be nervous about it. She wasn't sure whether she wanted just a one-night stand anymore. Maybe there was something more to it that the poet wanted.

"I would love to hear one of your poems, Emily." - Sue smiled happily at the poet.
"As for the other thing..." - Sue slowly walked up to Emily in the room, pushing her on the bed beside the bag. Sue smirked as she kissed Emily's neck. She wanted Emily. Almost like she needed Emily. Sue had never felt this way before. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was because the poet had cast some sort of spell.

Sue smiled as she pulled back from the brunettes neck seeing a small hickey forming.

"Now tell me how are you going to make me submit, Emily Dickinson."

"How about I show you?" - Emily said softly and made it so that she was on top of Sue.

She started leaving a trail of kisses down the girl's neck and when she reached her collarbone, she took off Sue's tank top and tossed it on the ground. She giggled before she continued. Her next quest was removing that cute bra of Sue's and she did so with one hand, as the other was too busy sliding below the brunette's jeans and it reached her vulnerable spot. Emily began stimulating it with her hand, the other was already finished removing Sue's bra.

Sue let out a soft quiet moan as she felt Emily's hand below her jeans. She sighed happily as she looked at the cute brunette biting her lip softly.

"Oh, God..." - she sighed again, her hands entangled in Emily's brunette hair. Sue felt the heat from Emily's body, making her sweat slightly. "Please, Emily." - she pleaded, wanting more. She looked at her tank top across the room and closed her eyes, gently grabbing Emily's chin, persuading her to kiss her again.