It's been 24 hours since the two girls got caught in Emily's box and they've received weird gazes from the workers all over the stadium ever since. Even their friends have been awkward around them, like what they did created some unnecessary drama.
Today Emily decided to stay in her apartment since her coach told her to take a day off. Being in the depot was like a nightmare and she gladly skipped it if she could. Unlike her she spend the day cleaning, wash up the dishes from weeks before and put her clothes in the closet.
Feeling something for someone was a new area for her and when Alison came over for the first time she wanted things to be perfect. She picked up her phone to look how many hours she had left before the doorbell should ring and realized it was only forty minutes left.
''Forty minutes?! How do you expect me to fix myself in forty minutes?!'' The stressed brunette yelled at her phone. She stared at the black screen and saw her reflection, scaring herself to death. ''God, I am acting and looking like a psychopath.'' She rolled her eyes and threw her phone on the couch.
Without wasting another second she sprint into the bathroom, ripping off her clothes in a matter of seconds. Fully naked the stepped inside the shower and turned it on, feeling the rinse of cold water against her skin.
*15 min later*
She stuck out her hand and reached for her towel. It was too far away as usual which caused the brunette to step out before grabbing it. She wrapped it around herself and buried her face in it, letting it dry her wet face. Once she removed it she grabbed another one, wrapped it around her hair and went out of the bathroom to grab new fresh clothes from her closet.
She got a grip around a pair of boxers and practically jumped into them. Since she does it all the time she didn't thought about the towel. It was now on the floor, hugging her feet.
What she didn't know was that the blonde arrived earlier than planned and went inside the apartment when no one opened the unlocked door. Of course she heard the brunette in the shower so she decided to wait for her on the couch. But what she didn't expect was to see her bed buddy with no clothes on.
The blonde got up from the couch and walked up to the doorway, watching her lover from behind.
It was a hell of a sight, a sight that was turning her on. ''Looking good, lover.'' Alison said casually, causing the taller brunette to swing around faster than the wind.
''A-Alison? W-What are you d-doing here?'' Emily stuttered, feeling her cheeks turn red of embarrassment.
''Were you planning on showing me your apartment in underwear or will you put on a shirt too?'' Alison teased. She really wanted to play a game with the brunette, specially since she let Emily control her that day in the box.
Emily couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if Alison realized how much she actually eye-fucked her. ''Who needs a shirt now?'' She stepped closer to the blonde while biting her lip. Close enough she put her hands on Alison's waist and pressed their bodies together.
''Woah! Relax, all you need to do is ask.'' Alison whispered before connecting their lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Her hands found each other behind Emily's neck, pulling her even closer. Only seconds into it she felt the brunette ask for permission with her tongue. Alison tried to not smile as she opened up but the desire to smile disappeared as soon as their tongues started to fight. She felt Emily's hands wander lower to squeeze her ass which caused her to moan into her mouth.
When air was needed they pulled apart. ''God Em.'' Alison gasped, trying to regain her breath. ''You're like an animal.''
Emily jerked her head back, getting a full view of her lover's face. ''Is that a bad thing?''
''Fuck no!'' Alison breathed out. ''It's a real turn on.''
''Glad to hear that.'' A smirk came across the brunette's face. ''But you're not here to have sex with me this time.''
''True.'' Alison agreed. ''At least not now.'' She added with a hint of disobedience.
They let go and sat down next to each other on Emily's bed. ''This might be the useless thing you've ever heard but do you have any idea how many hours it took to clean this apartment?''
''Uh..'' Alison's eyes met Emily's and it wasn't the usual gaze. For the first time the blonde had a hard time to not burst out laughing without an reason and when Emily made a face to tease she couldn't hold it any longer.
''What's so funny? Your lover are working her ass off and you're sitting there laughing.'' Emily place a hand over her heart, pretending to be hurt.
After minutes of laughing, heavy breathing and happy tears Alison collected herself enough to answer the confused brunette. ''You're such a baby Emily and I love you so much.'' She said, still wiping tears from her eyes.
Suddenly the brunette's eyes widened. Alison threw her a concerned look. ''What's wrong?''
''Did you mean that?'' Emily asked.
''Mean what?''
''That you love me.''
Now it was the blonde's turn to get embarrassed. She didn't caught up with her own words and let three words slip out of her mouth too soon. ''Dammit.'' She mumbled under her breath. ''Sorry I didn't mean to--'' She started to apologize but got cut off by a pair of lips meeting her own in a quick kiss. Too quick for her taste.
''Don't worry about it.'' Emily said once they pulled away. ''Our feelings are equal.''
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I don't know if I like this 'third person p.o.v'.. what do you think about it? Should I go back to their own p.o.v's or continue with this?
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The Driver (Completed)
Fanfictionemily is a famous speedway driver, known as the best female driver in the world. her world involves motorcycles, cars and girls. three things she doesn't want to end with. one day she runs into a new girl in the depot and her way of looking at life...
