Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Emma shut the door to her bedroom with a soft 'click', her body slumping against it as she placed her hand against her chest. Ugh! She felt hot! Her body was entirely on fire and she didn't even want to think about the slight dampness she felt between her legs. No. No, no, no. She needed to pull herself together, find some semblance of composure and remind herself that he was her fan and it should be him whose knees felt wobbly and whose heart was racing and... Biting down on her lower lip, Emma's blue eyes fluttered shut. The door was hard against her back. Slowly, she let her hand slide down along her chest and over her abdomen. Soon it came upon the hem of her jeans. Biting her lips harder, she let her fingers slip beneath the hemline and she dared to allow herself a briefest of touches. Her legs spread ever so slightly, the tip of a slender finger finding its way between slicked lips. She swallowed hard and stifled a groan that suddenly caught in her throat. Just what was she doing and with Jake only just on the other side of the door. Quickly, Emma removed her hand and headed toward the sink in her kitchenette. She got out a glass and filled it with ice and then some cold water. Setting the glass down, she then went into the bathroom. For several moments, she just stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes glazed. She looked in lust. Oh god! Did she really look that desperate? She buried her face in her hands, her thoughts dwelling on the man who sat at her computer and was reading over her latest blog entry. The one about him... Emma let out a sigh and brought her hands away from her face. She eyed her brush and quickly went to work on her hair. It was still a bit mussed from earlier. Finally! She could remedy that. As she worked the bristles through her blonde tresses, she winced. Ugh! He'd know she was primping! Seriously, this was just getting worse and worse. She looked foolish! Only she couldn't help it. Gently, she set down the brush, that ache between her legs a reminder that she was just a girl...one in need, one who liked what was in her bedroom. One who hoped her wish came true. Stop it, Emma, Emma chided herself. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, but it did nothing to quell the sensations coursing through her body. But that would have to wait. Licking at her lips, she splashed some cool water on her face and went back to the kitchenette. Emma found her glass of ice water just where she'd left it. She picked it up and took a sip. The water tasted goodnice and cold. But how she longed for something warm and... No, she was getting ahead of herself. Calm down, Emma, Emma whispered to herself. She took in a calming breath and headed back to her bedroom, opening up the door and peeking in. And there he was, beautiful as ever. Jake sat there in her chair at her desk and everything just looked so natural, so right. It made her heart skip a beat. The heat was back in her cheeks so she took another sip of water as she padded into her room to stand next to him. Carefully, she set the water down. Did you read it? Emma asked. Did...did you like it? Her voice was shy, uncertain, but the smile she donned refused to falter. As she looked into his eyes, everything just seemed perfect...as it was meant to be.