More Sex! Seduction! Much Snow!

As they approached the lift, Emily grimaced at the state of the trip. She'd came here to have some fun, maybe try to get Mike back... wait, was that really why she came, it didn't feel right.

"You okay?" Matt asked gently, seeing Em holding her head.

"I'm fine." She bit out, marched towards the door of the cable car control room.

She stopped short as she spotted a fireaxe lodged in the door. "That's not ominous." She said obviously.

"Yeah, who'd leave something like that laying around with a killer on the loose?" Matt added as he grabbed the handle, trying to pull it free. It didn't come loose on the first pull, so he planted a foot on the door, finally wrenching it free.

"Okay, now break down the door so we can get inside." Emily ordered as Matt looked between the door and the axe.

"If I break it down, it'll make a lot of noise, and that maniac might near us." He argued as Emily rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, let's see if we can find a quieter way inside." She agreed begrudgingly as they began to look around.

As Em looked around, Matt's eyes followed her. It was obvious she was pissed about something; she had been ever since they'd arrived, and Mike spooked them. After he'd went on to the lodge and she'd went back alone... the same way as Mike... after he saw them way too close in the woods through the telescope. Mike was the one who'd pushed up against a tree and kissed her, why was he taking the damage from Em's mood? How'd he get stuck competing with a guy who wasn't even here?

"Look, maybe this will work." He announced, catching Emily's attention as she sauntered over.

"Okay Matt, I know you've seen a lot of spy films, and you love Die Hard, but I don't think the air vents are the right idea. Look at them, there's no way you'd fit through there." Emily argued.

"Not me, you. You go inside, unlock the door, and we'll be done in like five minutes." Matt assured her, what was her problem, he was saying he believed in her ability to make this work, and she was getting even more pissy.

"Hell no, there's no way I'm going through that tiny vent into a closed, locked room, the killer could be waiting just inside to chop me up next!" Emily stated as Matt tried to think of a counter.

"You could totally fit through there Em, I've seen you squeeze into some pretty tight jeans." Matt said as Emily looked at him dumbly.

"Is that your idea of a compliment, that my pants are too tight?" Emily didn't sound bewildered, no it was more of a stunned confusion.

"No, it's a amazing skill, one that makes your ass look perfect." Matt said, taking the lead for once as he palmed said ass, picking her up as he kissed her, pressing her back against the wall.

Emily calmed down, looping her arms around his neck as she kissed back, her tongue tentatively making contact as she made out with her boyfriend... in the snow... with a kill-crazy maniac on the loose... damn you hormones!

"Okay, I've got this, I'm Emily Davis, the baddest bitch ever." Em psyched herself up as she started squeezing through the gap in the wall.

"Ew, cobwebs, I think they got in my hair, and their ruining my fucking jacket! When we get done saving the day, I'm burning this room down with a flamethrower!" She snarled as Matt smiled, staring at her wiggling ass inches away from him.

"Let's do it, I think that'd be really hot." He chuckled at his own joke, ignoring Em's groan of disappointment.

He was so preoccupied staring at her ass wiggling in front of him that he missed the first few times she called him.

"Hey Matt, answer me when I'm talking to you! God, it's like talking to a brick wall!" Em shouted as Matt shook off his daydreaming.

"What's wrong EM? Do you need like a flashlight or something?" He asked as Em growled through the wall.

"Finally, no Matt, I need some help. Just as I predicted, I can't fit, I can't get any leverage to get through, so you'll have to push me... GENTLEY!" She stressed as he nodded, not thinking she couldn't see him.

But as he stepped up to give her that final push, her shaking ass in her designer snow pants gave him a different idea, reaching up to grab the waistband.

"Wait, are you trying to pull me out? Wrong way Matt, I said push, OH MY GOD, what are you doing?" She squealed, her exposed skin touching the freezing metal as he worked her pants down, exposing her juicy butt and slightly damp pussy.

"I thought you didn't wear your thong, EM?" Matt teased, stepping up as he traced her pussy, only earning a begrudging whimper from her.

"Shut up Matt, this is not the time. Stop fooling around and push me in!" Emily ordered as Matt ignored his demanding girlfriend as he pulled the tiny string to the side, dragging his tongue up the length of her womanhood.

"Push it in... sure thing EM." He answered shortly, forgoing tracing the edge to tonguefucking her as she stifled her moans, the exposed nature of their 'adventure' only adding to the thrill.

"Ma-Matt stop...," Her voice shook, whether from pleasure or the overwhelming chill her poor quim was feeling, "What if someone sees. What if the killer shows back up, and kills you and then I'm stuck here, with my pants down, ripe for the ****?" Em hissed, the fun of the moment quickly dying as she thought about it. A small amount of fear bloomed and quickly grew.

How could Matt be so stupid? This wasn't the time or place! She didn't want to die like this, getting eaten out in the middle of a ski lift! Like some slut, like Jessica would! She didn't even dare move for fear that she'd accidently rub her clit on the edge of the window... with as wet as she was, it would stick much like her tongue on a pole... that only conjured an image of her tongue on a different pole that she wouldn't mind so much, but not so strangely it wasn't Matt's...

SMACK!

"... Did you just fucking spank me?" Em whispered with deadly cold. Matt's only response was to give her a matching red handprint on the other cheek.

SMACK!

"...Matt, I swear to God, push me through the window." She ordered coldly, any trace of warmth or enjoyment drained from the moment.

All she could see or hear was nothing for several seconds, and she honestly wondered if he was somehow trying to get up to jam his cock into her, but he listened finally as he palmed her perfect ass and gave a soft push, all those hours in the gym paying off as he lifted his light girlfriend up.

The shoe was on the other foot as he was **** to stand outside in silence for nearly three minutes before the door swung open, a pissed Emily on the other side, cobwebs in her hair, her jacket covered in dirt, and if one looked closely, a major wet spot right over pussy.

"Good-" SMACK! Matt congratulations was cut short by Em slapping him across the face.

"What the heel EM?" He yelled, holding his cheek. It hadn't really hurt, Em had always focused more on her withering putdowns than slapping someone, but the message had been conveying loud and clear.

"'Wha the hell, Em?' 'What the HELL, EM!' More like what the fucking hell, Matt!?" Em yelled, looking volcanic in her rage as she glared at her probably soon to be ex-boyfriend. "You just yank my pants down and go to town on me in the middle of hiding from a killer on the loose? Have you ever watched a horror movie, kids that have sex, die, black guys, die, you've already got two strikes and if I had that axe, I'd probably kill you before the maniac got here!" Emily shouted back as Matt rankled at the confession.

"Well, you didn't seem to mind when it was Mike sucking your face off in the woods earlier." Matt shouted back as Emily's seething rage turned into glacial fury.

"What did you say?" It wasn't a genuine question, but a staple of any girls' playbook, the last chance to save yourself from her fury simmering just below the surface, like the undercurrent in the sea.

Too bad Matt was finally pissed off enough to ignore her only warning.

"Yeah, I saw you earlier, through the binoculars! I saw everything, I saw him push you up against the tree! I saw him making out with you! I saw how hurt you were when he walked away! I saw everything about you cheating on me and making out with your ex-boyfriend in the middle of the woods like, like a slut!" Matt yelled; Em's silence worse than any putdown she could think of.

"Did you just call me a slut?" Her voice was quiet, but it said enough.

"Oh my God Em, of course you'd make it about you. You cheated on me and somehow, it's my fault now? I see why Mike dumped you now, he finally grew a braincell, and got tired of you controlling him, you weren't good enough for him to put up with anymore!" Matt yelled.

"If this is you breaking up with me, don't bother, you can go to Hell." Em hissed, shoving passed him outside, "As much as I hate you right now, I'd rather not get murdered by a psycho, so let's get out of here and then never see or speak to each other again." Emily ordered.

Matt considered for just a second arguing with her commandment, but she had a point, as much as it pained him to say, so all he muttered was a guttural, "Fine with me, frigid bitch."