Scene Change

by J. A. Armstrong

  Addison opened her eyes and looked at Emma. “I didn’t expect to see you—here,” she teased.

  Emma captured Addison’s lips with hers. Her arms surrounded Addison’s neck and pulled Addison closer.

  “I’ll assume the kids are asleep,” Addison said when Emma broke the kiss.

  Emma silently searched Addison’s eyes.

  “What?” Addison asked. “Em? Are you okay?”

  “I’d like to go for coffee this Saturday.”

  “What?”

  “You and me,” Emma said. “In that little café we used to visit when we first met.”

  “Okay…”

  “Tam said she and Christie would take the girls for a few hours.”

  “Okay.”

  Emma smiled. Addison was adorable when she was confused. “Before we move ahead, I’d like to take a minute to remember where we started.”

  Addison nodded. “We agreed not to talk about our work for a month.”

  “Mm. I remember. I wanted you to get to know Emma.”

  “Em, I never saw anyone but you.”

  “I know.” Emma leaned in and kissed Addison lovingly. “I love you, Addy. I loved you that day—even if I didn’t realize it.”

  “Em—”

  “No, it’s true. I hated leaving you. Sometimes, Addy, I miss you when you are right next to me.”

  Addison brushed away some water droplets from Emma’s cheeks. “I remember the first time I was in this shower.”

  “So do I.”

  Addison grinned.

  “Maybe I remember it differently.”

  “I imagined you here—like this.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is,” Addison said.

  “What was I doing?”

  “Oh, no,” Addison said. “It’s what I was doing.”

  “Tell me.”

  Addison allowed her fingers to drift softly over Emma’s shoulder, steadily lower. Her eyes stayed locked with Emma’s. Little had changed between them when it came to attraction and emotion. It had taken time, and if Addison were honest, she still struggled at moments to voice her desires to Emma. She’d learned to let go of her inhibitions a little more each time they made love. Emma always reminded Addison that they were always making love. “Even when we want to fuck,” she’d joked. Addison grinned.

  “What are you thinking about?” Emma asked.

  Addison’s fingertip circled Emma’s left nipple lightly. “That day,” she began. “I imagined you standing here just like this—touching you just like this.”

  Emma bit her lower lip and moaned.

  “I imagined that too—you moaning when I touched you.”

  Emma moaned again.

  “I touched myself while I imagined touching you. You begged me for more. You pleaded for me to be inside you, to bring you closer to me.”

  “Addy…”

  Addison’s hands played with both of Emma’s nipples. She watched as Emma’s eyelids fluttered and closed. She listened to Emma’s breathing as it became irregular. Emma loved to hear Addison talk when they made love. Addison often felt self-conscious about telling Emma what she fantasized about, and how Emma made her feel. Not tonight. Tonight, she intended to give Emma what she was sure Emma craved. “I wanted you so much that it hurt,” Addison said. “I knew I loved you. I do love you. I wanted you. I didn’t think I would ever want you more than I did that day. I came so hard, thinking about you standing here like this.”

  “Jesus,” Emma managed to say through a ragged breath. Addison’s fingers toyed with her nipples. Addison’s words made her center pulse with need.

  “It was so good—that fantasy. It wasn’t even close to this,” Addison said. She lowered her lips to Emma’s shoulder and trailed kisses over Emma’s collar bone. Her lips surrounded Emma’s nipple and she sucked gently.

  “Oh, God, Addy.” Emma gripped Addison’s hips to steady herself.

  “I still do,” Addison confessed. “Sometimes, when I am here alone, I think about that day. I imagine you. Only now, I have memories. I think about you straddling my hips, riding me.”

  Emma wet her lips and swallowed hard. If Addison kept talking like this, she was sure she would orgasm before Addison touched her.

  Addison stopped speaking and let her mouth explore Emma’s breasts with abandon. She let Emma’s nails dig into her flesh. She teased and tasted, and then pulled away. “I imagine you under me, over me—I picture the way you look when you’re starting to fall.”

  “Addison, please.”

  “Please? You don’t want me to touch you yet, Emma. We both know that.”

  “Jesus, Addy.”

  “Do you? Is that what you want? Me to touch you? To taste you?”

  Emma groaned.

  “No, you don’t. Not yet. You want me to tell you.”

  Emma was sure she would fall down. Maybe they should move this to the bedroom? She had planned on seducing Addison.

  “How many times have you asked me to tell you what I want?” Addison asked. “I want you, Emma. All of you.”

  “You have me.”

  “Mm. I know.” Addison returned her mouth to Emma’s nipples.

  “Fuck. Addy.”

  “You taste so good, Em.”

  Emma grew dizzy. She did want Addison to keep talking. She also needed Addison to touch her.

  Addison sensed a shift in Emma. She trailed a fingertip over Emma’s softness.

  “Yes,” Emma sighed.

  “No,” Addison said.

  Emma’s eyes flew open. Addison pushed her against the back wall. Emma nearly choked when Addison began to touch herself.

  “Watch,” Addison said.

  Emma fought to breathe. Addison was not inclined to touch herself in front of Emma unless Emma requested it. Addison had grown bolder over the years. Emma found it intoxicating.

  Addison wondered for a second what had possessed her to start this game. She felt self-conscious. She focused on Emma’s reaction and tried to relax and appear confident. As always, Emma detected her unease.

  “Addy,” Emma began. “Don’t stop.”

  Addison followed Emma’s direction. She gently played with her clit and moaned softly.

  “Relax,” Emma said. “I love to watch you. Tell me—About that afternoon. Is this what you did?”

  Addison nodded.

  Emma stepped closer. “What did you imagine, Addy?”

  “Touching you.”

  “Mm. Is that right? You didn’t imagine this?” Emma reached out and let her palm gracefully glide over the tip of Addison’s nipple. Addison sucked in a ragged breath. “No?” Emma questioned. “Did you imagine kissing me?”

  “Yes.”

  Emma leaned in as though she were going to kiss Addison. She stopped a breath away and spoke. “What did I taste like?”

  “Oh, God,” Addison faltered.

  Emma felt Addison’s hand stop its movements. She took hold of Addison’s hand and directed her to continue exploring herself.

  “Emma, I—”

  “You started this,” Emma reminded her wife. “I want to watch you finish it.”

  “I—”

  “You know,” Emma said. “I fantasized about you too.”

  Addison was shocked.

  “Surprised? Why? I wanted you. I knew I wanted you. I still want you,” Emma said. She felt Addison grow unsteady and grabbed Addison’s hips to steady her. “I’ve thought about you in this shower many times. I think about that night when you stepped in behind me. Do you know what night I mean?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes? You wanted that as much as I did—to be inside me.”

  “Jesus, Em.”

  Emma grinned. She felt Addison’s hand slow again and chuckled. “Do you need me to finish what you started?”

  Addison closed her eyes when Emma began to stroke her center. She opened them and pushed back tears. She wanted to surprise Emma, turn the tables of passion unexpectedly.

  “Ad
dy,” Emma cooed. “Just feel me, love.”

  “Em, I—”

  “Just feel me.” Emma turned Addison and pressed her against the far wall. She rested her forehead against Addison’s and continued to touch her gently. “I do love to hear you,” she confessed. “I love to watch you. I love it when you let go of everything. There is nothing I love more than touching you.”

  Addison’s hands moved up and down Emma’s back. “I want to give you everything.”

  “You do,” Emma said. “So much more than you know. So much more. Just feel me, Addy.” She pressed her lips to Addison’s and kissed her passionately. Addison’s searching grew urgent. Emma gentled their kiss and pulled away slightly. “Easy, love. Do you know what I remember about that afternoon?”

  Addison shook her head.

  “You left and my heart ached. I’d never felt anything like it before,” Emma confessed. “It was like a piece of me had walked out the door.” She cupped Addison’s cheek with her left hand and tenderly brought Addison closer to release with her right. “I keep telling you, and I will remind you forever that every time we’re together, we’re making love. Every time, Addy. I love to love you. I love the way you touch me, and I love to watch you. I love the sound of your voice—”

  “Emma—"

  “So good,” Emma said.

  “I want you,” Addison whispered.

  “You have me.”

  “No. I want you right now.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Mm. I want you over me.”

  Emma entered Addison with two fingers.

  “Fuck! Em!”

  “That’s what you want to do to me; isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Addison choked on her reply.

  “Not yet.” Emma said. “I’m not done with you.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “He really is everywhere, isn’t he?” Emma teased.

  Addison giggled. Emma was silly at the most unusual moments. Addison was close to falling over the edge of sanity. Emma had her dangling, refusing to release her. Addison hated to admit that was her favorite part of making love with her wife. It had never been the inevitable free-fall that resulted in blissfully shuddering. It had always been and would always be the ecstasy of suspended euphoria—waiting for the fall—wanting it desperately, and yet praying the hovering might last forever. Emma knew. Of course, Emma knew. Emma understood Addison’s heart unlike anyone.

  Emma felt Addison’s muscles tense. She pressed the weight of her body against Addison’s and moaned when their nipples touched. “You feel so good,” she told Addison. “Let go, love.”

  Addison took a deep breath and held onto Emma as her descent began. She wasn’t certain if she spoke any words. She could hear Emma whispering in her ear as her body quaked violently.

  Emma’s center quivered. Her knees nearly buckled with excitement. “Perfect,” she muttered.

  “I need you,” Addison replied. “I need to make love to you.” She turned off the shower and smiled at the puzzled look on Emma’s face. Addison opened the door and grabbed a towel for Emma.

  “Addy?”

  “I told you what I need. Not here, Em.”

  “Oh, you want to start the sex-through of the house tonight?”

  Addison laughed. “The sex-through?”

  Emma shrugged. “Sounded accurate.”

  “You are too much, Em.”

  “Is that so?” Emma replied flirtatiously.

  Addison helped Emma step out of the shower. “Do you know one of the reasons I love you so much?”

  “Tell me.”

  “You know how to make me laugh. At any moment. You always have been able to make me laugh.”

  “That goes both ways, love.” Emma smiled. “Addy, we don’t need to—”

  “Oh. No. Don’t get any ideas.”

  “I have lots of ideas,” Emma quipped.

  Addison laughed. “That makes two of us. My ideas require someplace a little less hazardous.”

  Emma arched her eyebrow.

  Addison dried off and brushed her hair. “Give me a few minutes.”

  “Just what are you planning?” Emma asked.

  “Just give me a few minutes,” Addison requested. She kissed Emma lightly.

  Emma watched Addison leave and chuckled. She would be content to crawl up beside Addison in bed and fall asleep. Somehow, she thought that Addison had other plans. She chuckled again when she heard Addison fumble with something in the bedroom. The crash that followed sent Emma through the door swiftly. “Addy?”

  Addison looked up from the floor and groaned.

  “What happened?” Emma asked.

  “Why can’t I—just once—be smooth?” Addison asked. “Good God, this is like a playbook from Tamara’s seductions.”

  Emma grinned and kneeled beside her wife. “What happened?”

  “You really don’t want to know.”

  Emma smirked.

  Addison groaned again. “I tripped.”

  “On your feet?” Emma teased.

  “Not exactly,” Addison said.

  “How did you trip? Exactly.”

  Addison rolled slightly and revealed a harness. Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I dropped it. I figured I’d surprise you. So… I… Well, I reached back into the drawer for—”

  Emma’s eyes followed Addison’s to the top of the dresser. A pair of handcuffs hung slightly off the side. Emma raised her brow.

  “Like I said—smooth,” Addison commented.

  Emma offered Addison her hand to help her up. When Addison’s foot hit the floor, she winced.

  “The only thing making its way into our bed tonight is an ice pack for your ankle,” Emma

  offered.

  “What? No way. I don’t require ankles to make love to you.”

  Emma shook her head. “Addy—”

  “Come on, Em.”

  “Don’t,” Emma warned gently. She helped Addison to the bed. “Lie down.”

  “Em—Please. I know you were—”

  Emma managed to get Addison onto the bed. She followed and straddled Addison’s hips. “Addy, I will be perfectly happy to sleep in your arms.”

  “Yeah, well, I will be perfectly happy to have you do that after I make love to you. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.”

  Emma nodded. She looked down at Addison appreciatively. She took Addison’s hands and placed them over her breasts.

  Addison’s breath caught. She circled Emma’s nipples with her fingertips and enjoyed the faint moan that escaped the back of Emma’s throat. “Perfect,” Addison said. She sat up slightly and took one of Emma’s nipples into her mouth.

  “Mm. Yes,” Emma agreed. Her head dropped, and her eyes closed as Addison moved from one breast to the other. “Yes,” she breathed again. “Like that, Addy. Oh, God.”

  Addison felt the warmth of Emma’s arousal against her stomach. She sucked and nipped, toyed and teased Emma’s nipples until Emma began to grind against her. The truth was that her ankle was throbbing, just not nearly as much as her center. Nothing aroused her more than watching Emma. “Let me get,” Addison began to speak.

  “No,” Emma said. “Please, Addy. Just like this. Please. I want you just like this. Just us right now.”

  Addison’s heart lodged in her throat. There were moments in her marriage to Emma that passion overtook tenderness. Those moments could be exhilarating. Still, nothing compared to the sensation of Emma against her—the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms, tenderly touching. Emma needed something more than Addison’s willingness to be adventurous. She needed Addison. “Em,” Addison whispered. “You can have anything you want.”

  Emma opened her eyes and smiled. Addy. She leaned in and captured Addison’s mouth with a heated kiss.

  Addison’s hands dropped to Emma’s hips and held on as their kiss continued to probe and search. She tore herself away from Emma’s mouth and lifted Emma as best she could as she slid back down onto the bed.
“Now,” Addison demanded.

  Many times, Emma was inclined to banter with Addison. The firmness of Addison’s direction told her to comply. She positioned herself over Addison’s mouth. The heat of Addison’s breath caressed her center, and Emma grabbed onto the headboard to steady herself. She hovered, waiting, waiting. Nothing. It seemed an eternity. The only sensation that greeted Emma remained Addison’s breath until Addison spoke.

  “Hold on,” Addison told Emma.

  Emma was tempted to tell Addison that she was holding on already. A steady warmth traveling over her center stopped all hope of speech or conscious thought. Addison’s hands brought her closer and heat spread from her over her skin. “Addy,” she whimpered.

  Addison tasted Emma over and over, faintly then firmly, then faintly again. The muted sound of whimpers and gasps mingled with an occasional moan, and a few indistinguishable words from above. Delicious. All of it. Addison reached a hand up to Emma’s breast and gently tugged her nipple.

  “Jesus!” Emma cried out. “Addy, God!” Emma wanted to beg. The problem she faced was that she wasn’t sure whether to beg for release or torture. Her thoughts danced with images of what Addison had planned before her mishap. Emma allowed herself to fall into the fantasy. She imagined Addison securing her hands to the slat of their headboard. Addison toying with her. Addison touching herself. Addison touching her—like right now. “Addy…”

  Addison didn’t need Emma to say a word. She could tell by the change in Emma’s breathing and the way Emma moved that Emma had faded into a fantasy. She wished that Emma would speak to her, tell her what she was imagining. Addison sucked tenderly on Emma’s clit and was rewarded with a muted scream of pleasure. Addison’s center fluttered in response.