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Feeling Better

The next couple of days are spent with Demi fighting with Emma on whether or not to rest or go to the gym, eating comfort food occasionally or sticking with healthy foods only and watching Dragon Ball Z while Demi fills Emma in on everything she doesn't understand. Demi also didn't put up a fight on staying in Emma's room until they fly out to the next location.

"I really need to go to the gym Emma. I can't just lie here until we head out for Raw again. It'll make me stiff." Demi argues again.

"I told you, Demi, you need the rest. We'll go the day before Raw and you'll work out to your heart's content. Just like the doctor said you could yesterday." Emma replies.

Demi groans and drops her head against the headboard. It's not like she hasn't been out of the hotel room. They've met up with the guys a few times for food and even went to an arcade yesterday.

"Tell you what. We can do anything else you want today."

Demi goes to open her mouth but Emma quickly specifies, "Whatever you want that doesn't involve your knee."

She frowns making Emma laugh a little. That is until a smirk crosses her face. Raising an eyebrow, Emma stops laughing and tilts her head.

"What's that look for?" She asks.

"I have an idea of what we can do." Demi says, her voice low and sultry.

She reaches out and places a hand on Emma's thigh, earning a lip bite in return as she rubs it.

"Demi..I said when you were better.." Emma sighs as she runs her hand down to the inside of her thigh and squeezes it softly.

"I'm feeling better already. Besides I don't need my knee to make you feel good." She smirks.

Emma looks in Demi's eyes and shakes her head, laughing softly.

"Fine." She caves.

Demi grabs her arm and pulls her on top of her so she's straddling her. She leans up and places her hands on Emma's hips as she plants kisses on her neck. Emma sighs and rests her hands on Demi's bare shoulders, wanting so bad to take off the tank top she's wearing.

"Take it off." Demi whispers as she moves up Emma's neck, across her chin and over to her lips.

They kiss as Emma's hands trail down Demi's back, grabbing hold of the tank and pulling it up. Demi breaks the kiss to lift her arms as Emma takes the tank top off and throws it aside.

She sits there a moment, taking in the sight of a topless, and braless, Demi sitting beneath her, grinning.

"Fuck you're beautiful." She says and resumes kissing her again.

The two take their time, feeling each other, alternating with stripping away at their clothes until they're left completely naked with each other. Emma is still straddling Demi as she makes out with her, and one of Demi's hands is inching closer and closer to her sex as she grabs her chin.

Emma goes to say something but is cut off by Demi running her fingers down her sex. She moans softly at the touch and grips her shoulders. Demi bites her lip at the sound and smiles, pleased.

"You're so wet for me already." She comments making Emma blush.

Demi starts rubbing at her clit with her thumb and slowly slips two fingers into her sex. Emma moans louder and leans her head back, arching her back slightly so she's pushing her boobs into Demi's face.

Seizing the opportunity, Demi kisses her right nipple before taking the left in her mouth. She sucks on it softly as she starts softly pumping her fingers, rubbing away at Emma's clit at the same time.

"Shit, Demi!" Emma cries out and leans against her, dropping her head on her shoulder.

Demi licks at the nipple she's sucking on and continues pumping her fingers. She increases the pace and curls them to find Emma's sweet spot. It's unmistakable when she does as she earns a scream in return.

"That was beautiful." She whispers in a compliment.

Emma bites Demi's shoulder as she moans, trying to keep quiet. She starts to shake as she reaches her climax, her thighs trembling as she slowly starts backing away.

Demi wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back to her and holding her steady as she continues to push her fingers in and out, rubbing against that sensitive spot as she does.

Emma cries out and squeezes Demi's forearms as she orgasms. Cumming on her hand.

"Demi! Fuck!" She shouts as she unloads.

Demi slowly pulls her hand away as Emma tries to relax again, her body tense. She puts her head back on Demi's shoulder as she pants.

"You're gorgeous when you finish." Demi whispers in her ear.

Emma sits up and looks in her eyes. She kisses her deeply, sliding her hands down Demi's chest and stomach. Demi stops her just before she makes it to her sex, grabbing her wrists and kissing her back for another few seconds before pulling away.

"Soon, baby." She says with a smile.

Emma frowns.

"Why not now? Let me take care of you like you did me.." Emma whispers.

"Because it's time to meet the guys for lunch."

Emma looks over at the clock and frowns before saying, "let them wait."

She goes back to kissing Demi's neck and tries to reach down again but is stopped once more.

"Trust me, we'll get to that." Demi smiles and pecks Emma's lips again.

Emma groans and slides off of Demi's lap, nodding in defeat. The two get cleaned up and dressed before heading for the door.

As they do, Demi grabs Emma's hand and pulls her back to her and into her arms. She wraps an arm around her and kisses her. Emma giggles in her mouth but kisses back before being let go. She smiles and they walk out of the room hand-in-hand.