Finish Line

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"You." Ethan pointed a finger towards her, "are in trouble missy."

"Oh," Emma tilted her head to the side innocently, smirking. "I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did." Ethan narrowed his eyes, "you did a very bad thing and you are now in big, big, like refrigerator size trouble."

"You know when you say it like that it doesn't sound too threatening," Emma smartassed him back and grinned when he stepped forward and pinned her against the door, hands on either side of her, trapping her.

"No smartassing."

"Smartassing isn't a word."

"Seriously?" He whined and she grinned again, pressing her lips against his, she put her hands on the back of his neck and pushed him against her, so that she was kissing him deeper and harder. He groaned against her mouth and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing herself against him. She could still feel his hardness and smiled, biting down on his lower lip before breaking the heated kiss. "Are you going to finish what you started?" He asked her before roughly kissing her again.

"Maybe..." She said slyly and then kissed him again, her hand traveling lower, she was just about to touch him when they were both startled by a loud knock on the door.

"Ethan! Get your ass out here!" Grayson called and Ethan let his head drop, hitting it against the door. Emma covered her mouth to try and not alert Grayson that she was there. "Ellie's got dessert out! Your favorite meal of the day."

Ethan lifted his head and looked at Emma thoughtfully, "he is right about that."

"I thought you liked breakfast the best because you love pancakes." Emma said.

She then gently pushed him off her and lowered herself to the ground. Grayson started knocking again. "I'm coming! Go find Emma!" He called back and Emma had to cover her mouth again. Ethan let out a sigh and looked down, "goddammit, how am I going to get rid of this, it's starting to hurt."

Emma grinned and then pushed him, until he was on the bed. She got on top of him and let her hand trail down again. "I could do it for you..." She trailed off, kissing his lips roughly and deeply, before breaking it and looking at him. They were both breathless as they just stared at each other. "But since Grayson's impatient and looking for me, it looks like you're on your own." She lightly patted his cheek and he sat up looking at her in disbelief.

"You have got to be kidding me."

She giggled, "nope." And with that, she got off of him, straightened out her hair and her clothes and then opened the door, walking out of the room and closing it behind her.

Ethan, in turn, just rolled over and let out a groan into his pillow.

"Finally, you're back," Bryant said as soon as Ethan walked into the dining room again. "Your hair is kinda messed up though."

Ethan gave him the finger and Bryant just sat back, shook his head and smiled.

"Tired?" Olivia asked him and he looked at her, nodding his head. "Then why are you down here?"

"I didn't want to be rude, we have guests here," Ethan answered back.

"Yeah, speaking of guests, where is your guest?" Grayson asked him.

"I don't know, outside, in the bathroom... in Canada, hopefully." He said, trailing his finger along the table

"What did you just say?" He heard a voice and then groaned, his head falling into his hands as Emma sat down beside him and gave him a look, her arms over her chest.