Teen Trials

Warmth

Emma woke up and felt weight on her back. "Mmm...feels good. Keep scratching."

Amy laughed softly. "It's getting late, baby, I've never seen you sleep in like this. I'm worried about you."

"I'm a teenager." Emma grumbled into her pillow. "What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty. I think that we've given Niko as many goldfish as we can to tide him over."

"I'm not very hungry." Emma said.

"Yeah, I'm more surprised when you are hungry. What's one of our non-negotiables?"

"Eating."

"Yeah, and I think H made funfetti pancakes with whipped cream."

"Junk? For the most important meal of the day?" Emma gasped, teasing.

Amy tugged lightly on one of the girl's curls. "Good to know that your head is feeling okay."

"My head is, yeah."

"Aww...how's your bottom?"

"Hurts." Emma said honestly.

"Can I just look and make sure it's okay?"

"What do you mean it's okay?" Emma asked confused. "Like it didn't grow a head of its own?"

Amy rolled her eyes, "I know it didn't grow a head, cuz I would be hearing two mouths yapping."

"I think it's okay enough for you to not have to look at."

"Hmmm...can I baseline look with your panties on? Your bottom was a very dark red, and I just want to be sure you didn't bruise."

Emma sighed, "Then you'll rub my back a little longer?"

"Yes, for a little bit longer." She wasn't psyched but pulled the blanket and sheet back. She tensed slightly when Amy brushed her thigh softly. "You doing okay on the inside?"

"Yes."

"Alright, baby, looks like a well-warmed bottom." Amy helped the girl shift the covers back.

Emma shifted her shirt so that Amy could scratch her back again and reached for her phone before hesitating. "Am...is it okay?"

"That's fine, baby." Amy agreed, scratching her back. Emma cringed when she saw all of the voicemails and texts from her parents. Of course Honor's mom had called hers. She was dead. "What's wrong?"

Emma showed her the phone. "Dead."

"Hold on, put your shorts on, okay?" Amy said, getting out of the bed.