The Interview (Camren, Emison Short Story)

Part 1

"Babe, I'm home. Where are you?"

Emily Fields slowly closed the door of the apartment she had been sharing with her wife. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the cold air coming from their air-conditioner. It was a very hot day outside and she had been immersed with practicing her swimmers for the upcoming meet. She's very determined to have another win; she had been the swim coach of Rosewood High for five years and had been garnering a lot of wins since then. She might owe them
to her incredible set of swimmers but she knew she might have something to do with it. She was always someone who pushed others to their fullest potential. Look at how she encouraged Lauren Jauregui, a sophomore during that time, to come out of her shell and join the swim team. She's glad she did it because right now, Jauregui is her star player.

"I'm right here!"

She heard a muffled shout from their storage room and she trudged towards there, her brows already furrowing. She saw that the door is already ajar and she pushed it only to be met with her wife surrounded by boxes of what seemed to be Christmas decors. Alison huffed as she rummaged in a box, her face is scrunched up in concentration.

"Aha!" She then plucked a golden star from the box and beamed brightly. She stood up and headed towards her wife. She smiled at her widely, pecked her lips. "Hey, babe." Before Emily can say something, she had sauntered to the living room towards an eight-foot Christmas tree. Emily followed her wife with her eyes, not even complaining with the view. Alison wore a baby blue tank top, sans bra and a gray short shorts. It hugged her behind the way Emily likes, making her feel like a 13 year old prepubescent horny teenager.

"Mrs. Fields, a little help?" Ali's sweer voice carried itself into Emily's lust-filled brain. Emily's eyes darted from her wife's ass to her glimmering blue eyes. She was smirking and Em knew she had been caught staring... again. Not that she mind, the woman gave her the right to gawk at her whenever Emily likes the moment she said, "I do."

Emily's eyes followed Ali's outstretched right arm, trying to put the golden star atop the tree. Emily smiled fondly and walked towards her wife.

"Of course, Mrs. Fields." She finally answered before putting her hands securely on her wife's waist before she heaved her up. Alison put the star correctly atop the tree and tapped Emily's shoulder to signal her to lower her down.

When her feet is on the ground however, Emily didn't let go of her. Instead, she tightened her hold on Alison's waist and pulled her closer.

"You're looking hella good, Mrs. Fields." She gave her wife a flirty wink and Alison chuckled lightly. She looked her wife up and down as well, smirking when she saw that she's in her swim coach uniform and she felt a little aroused. She hugged her wife at that. Smelling chlorine in her hair and she squirmed; chlorine meant she was swimming, swimming meant she had been wearing a one-piece swimsuit. And the swimsuit meant long tanned legs.

"So do you, Mrs. Fields. You always do." She whispered at her seductively before she felt herself being hoisted again. She squealed delightfully, Emily had put her on her shoulder, smacking her behind.

"Emily put me down." But Emily seemed to not have heard her. She brought them to their bedroom, lowerig her to the bed.

"I thought you won't be here till seven. I wanted to surprise you with the decors. I know how you love Christmas." Emily situated herself atop her wife, leaving small, sweet kisses on her neck which made the blonde girl moan shamelessly.

"I love you, you know that?" She pulled away a little to look at her wife who was smiling at her, her eyes twinkling with admiration.

"I love you, too baby." But before Emily could lower her lips on her wife's neck, she felt her push her a lttle bit. "Seriously Em, why are you home early?" Emily almost whined because her wife wanted to talk and the last thing she want right now is to talk. She had been feeling horny the moment she saw Alison wearing that tank top and shorts. She lowered her eyes into the dip of Alison's cleavage and saw pert nipples saying, "Hi!" to her.  Alison saw Emily's eyes darken and she smacked her shoulder. "Stop it you perv!" Emily shook her head and laughed loudly, lying on her side. Ali took this chance to cuddle to her and Em wrapped her arms around her wife. She like being intimate with her without being sexual.