The Trouble With The Truth

It is Different

"I want to get wine drunk" Emily flopped on the couch once we got home from a stressful case.

"Have a glass, I'll give Lauren a bath" I kissed her head.

"Ugh, no, I don't 'want to miss out on bath time" she giggled as she scooped Lauren into her arms.

One of the many things I adored about Emily was her eagerness to be involved. She didn't want to miss a moment so we always did everything together.

Emily and I changed out of our work clothes before we gave her bath because usually we always ended up drenched too.

Emily was talking to her as I poured some water over her head to get the shampoo out.

"can you say I love you" Emily repeated over and over again.

"em, I don't think she's-"

"wuv you"

I looked at Lauren and back at Emily.

"can you say it again, say I love you"

"wub you" she repeated slightly different than the first time but she got it out nonetheless.

"What were you saying?" Emily shot me a smug look.

I rolled my eyes and laughed before reaching across Emily to grab the body wash, however, as I did so it fell into the tub and splashed water everywhere, drenching Emily's shirt. Her white tank top to be specific. I grabbed a towel and quickly handed it to her before looking down.

It was entirely see through now and she wasn't wearing a bra. Frozen, I held the towel in my hands, staring at her chest.

"were you gonna hand me that towel or.." she smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"um, yes" I handed it to her and she patted her neck and arms dry but didn't change her shirt. I swallowed hard as I battled not to look at her and just focussed on finishing giving Lauren her bath.

"Y/n, everything ok?" she asked knowing full well I was not "ok."

"mhmm" I didn't make eye contact.

"look at me" she scolded and I turned to her, my eyes immediately going to her chest but she was quick to correct me. "up here angel"

"sorry, um ,yeah I'm fine" I grabbed Laurens towel and began to dry her off. I refused to look at Emily as I took our daughter and went into her bedroom to get her pajamas on and tuck her in.

I read Lauren her favorite book and she was asleep in no time. As I walked into our room I saw Emily standing there still wearing her soaking tank top.

"you seem a little distracted, I just want to make sure you're ok" she walked towards me slowly.

"yep, um, where you gonna change?" I blurted.

"why you don't like this on me?" she asked sounding playfully offended.

"no, no, I didn't say that-"

"then why should I change?"

"because it's distracting Em" I looked away and began to aimlessly rummage through our dresser drawer.

"how so" she came up behind me and grabbed my waist, forcing me to face her.

"stop it" I muttered and she grabbed my throat.

"what? you want me to stop touching you?" she asked as her hand dipped below the waist band of my shorts and brushed against my clit.

My eyes screwed shut and I inhaled a sharp breath.