Love & War

As much as she'd tried to, she'd never gotten over you. While you and Tegan had known each other forever, she'd also been right there. Yet she was always just one of the guys; she thought she'd made it obvious, but you never took the hint. Then, when you and Tegan got married, it crushed her.

Emma hated Tegan. She didn't think Tegan was right for you. She even said as much leading up to the wedding. Tegan was quiet and reserved; she didn't seem very confident or in-charge. Emma knew you wanted a partner and not a ward, but there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, the two of you lived quite far away from each other.

At least until you moved back to town. She felt a small flame of hope rise in her chest at that announcement. Then, she began planning. She couldn't let this second chance go to waste. No... she would have you and the two of you could finally start your perfect lives together.

She'd planned it all out, now, finally, it was time to put her plan into action. The two of you had scheduled a time to hang out, free from anyone else aside from the strangers in the restaurant. It was nothing fancy—a nice breakfast cafe with a rather relaxed vibe.

But it also gave the two of you some privacy. You'd gotten there first, so you held the booth while you waited. When she arrived, you felt your heart leap for a moment. You hadn't seen her in a while and so many emotions welled up. You'd missed your best friend.

She ran up and hugged you tight, squeezing you. "Oh my god, John, it's so good to see you!"

"You too, Em," you replied as the two of you broke the hug. You slid into the booth and, to your surprise, she slid in next to you. She held onto your arm, but you let her for now. She clearly missed you.

The waitress stopped by shortly after to gather your drink orders when she called you two a "cute couple." Instead of correcting her, Emma just thanked her.

"I didn't want her to feel awkward," she reasoned with you. It made enough sense to assuage your concerns. With that out of the way, the two of you caught up with each other. She wasn't dating anyone (which filled you with relief for some reason) and had been holding down a steady job here at the Town Hall. Of course, she also dropped mentions of her "modeling" side gig.

It was easy enough to hook you in with that. She asked if you wanted to see, to which you said yes. The first picture she showed you floored you.

The reaction was obvious, in both your gasp and in the jump from your cock. She'd gotten the reaction she wanted. "Em, I, uh, think you showed me the wrong one."

"Nope! I've been doing some boudoir stuff. It helps me feel sexy. Why, do you think I don't look sexy in it?" She asked with a feigned pout.

"N-not at all! I mean, of course you're sexy! You look amazing in it!" You stuttered out a reply, though you weren't really sure how to phrase it.

"Good boy," she giggled and kissed your cheek. Her lips were so soft... so warm. You could feel her breath on your cheek as she lingered a second longer. "I have more of your want to see them."

They couldn't get any worse, right? But as she scrolled through the photos, you could feel the heat rising in your body.

Your cock was staining against your pants and you hadn't even had your coffee yet. She'd certainly woken you up with those photos. "I'm glad you liked them," she giggled again. Her laugh was so cute; it was something you could listen to all day. You weren't sure how she knew until she placed a hand on your crotch.

You jumped and turned to her, "Em, what—"

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to your lips. "Don't be too loud. Can't let everyone know how hard you are right now. Seems like you'd like to be the cream in my coffee, hm?" Emma teased, earning a nervous laugh and also a twitch from your cock.

Then, she took her hand off. You almost let out a groan in disapproval, but held back. "Your the same as ever, John! You're so easy to get all flustered!"

You let out a nervous sigh of relief. Yea... She was just joking around. Well, the pictures were real, but everything else was just teasing. You hoped.

After the coffee had been set down, Emma took a sip of hers. "But if you ever need someone to... take care of you," she said with a wink, "I'd be more than happy to step in."

You nearly choked on your own drink. "Em, what the fuck?"

"Well, as your best friend, it's my duty to make sure you're okay! And if your wife can't meet those needs for you, then it makes sense for me to step in, right?" She set her coffee down and looked directly at you. She was serious, but there was also a hint of playful lust in her gaze.

"I don't know if we should be talking like this..." You cleared your throat and tried to course correct.

"Don't be such a prude, John," she laughed and nudged you. "We both know that Tegan's probably not going to be the one to satisfy you in bed, so if you ever need help, just let me know!"

"Em, that's my wife you're talking about," you shot back.

She returned fire: "does she sexually satisfy you?"

"Well, uh, she has her strengths and weaknesses—"

"Mhm," Emma rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee. "You can say she's bad in bed. I didn't think little-miss-perfect would be able to handle you, anyways. She probably has less knowledge about sex than a teenaged guy."

It was true that Tegan was... naive when it came to sex. And while the two of you enjoyed it, it was significantly more calmed and vanilla than you had been used to. But that wasn't a bad thing!— at least that's what you told yourself.

Worse yet, you were still hard. Whether through her actions or her words (or perhaps a combination of both), she'd kept you at full mast. "I also doubt you've never thought about having sex with me..." She leaned in close, her lips hovering above your ear, "because I've definitely thought about what it would be like to have sex with you." She gave your ear a small bite and leaned back just in time for the waitress to come back to take the food order.