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andrea, shortly after emily left her apartment, sprawled over her couch. her apartment windows were open, allowing fresh air to flow into her living room, bedsheets were in the washing machine and playlist was echoing through her space.

emily had left andrea’s apartment a few hours ago, having left an extra message and everything. andrea sighed to herself, hugging her fuzzy brown blanket closer as her mind wandered over last nights events. goosebumps ran down her skin everytime she remembered an extra specific detail about how emily acted.

a buzz from her phone broke her out of her quick doze off. with a slightly annoyed grunt andrea picked up her phone, eyebrow raising when she saw a notification from emily. she opened her chat to where she’d reacted with a heart emoji and a smile emoji reply underneath emily’s last message.

@️emilycharlton — “Hey, Andy. Just wanted to check if you were all set for our session tomorrow? Not sore or anything? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”

andrea felt her cheeks redden with her last sentence, an eye roll and a flustered scoff erupting from her. to be truthful with herself, her back did hurt just a bit, so did her thighs. but she wasn’t going to let minor pain get in the way of her blissful exercises with emily.

@️andreasachs — “hey em!! we’re good for tomorrow :)) defo not sore anyhow! could’ve gone harder :pp See you then!!!”

andrea allowed her phone to escape her grip and onto the carpet below the couch, all while shifting her head to the nearest pillow she had and nuzzling into it, a loud groan leaving her mouth. she then also recalled the memories of earlier last night when she was on her knees for emily, almost reminiscing it.

andrea shook her head and grabbed her phone, deciding to switch off her music and go for a walk. she ran to her bedroom and changed into her favorite pair of jeans, a comfortable t-shirt and her go to brown trench coat. she left her room as fast as she got in.

the autumn winds caressed andrea’s face, her hair breezing with them as she stepped through the busy streets of new york. she’d decided on a small yet fulfilling trip to a coffee shop she’d frequented. a golden retriever on a leash with their owner walking behind approached her and she cooed as if tried to lick her hand. “aww, who’s this sweetheart?!” andrea exclaimed softly, smiling at the owner. she’s stopped in her tracks in front of the coffee shop.

the owner halted with her dog, introducing themselves while maintaining small conversation with andrea. during said conversation, andrea’s eyes wandered around her surroundings, looking at the coffee shops entrance. her eyes sparkled as she spotted an awfully familiar redhead. andrea smiled and waved goodbye to the stranger and their dog as they walked off and she stepped closer to the glass doors that were wide open.

her eyes hadn’t failed her, it was in fact emily charlton that stood there by the counters, holding a latte in her hand. talking to someone. laughing, body language infuriatingly unreadable to andrea in this moment.

an eyebrow raised by the questioning andrea as she did a once over at the mystery woman who emily is talking to. she wasn’t awful-looking, andrea thought to herself, immediately dismissing the thought because it felt too mean. she rolled her eyes at herself and decided to finally walk inside and place her order for her usual cappuccino.

“thanks, you can just write ‘andrea’ on it.” andrea smiled at the cashier and paid before hearing a gasp nearby. “andy, is that you?!” she could hear emily speak. andrea held back the almost too excited greeting for a moment and turned on her heel, slowly. “em? what a surprise! i didn’t know you come here too!”

andrea then allowed herself to smile as emily pulled her in for a hug after approaching her. emily pulled away and motioned over to the mystery woman by her side. “andy, this is layla, my trainee! i’ve been training her for around 4 months now, and her physique has improved loads!” she smiled, andrea waved sheepishly toward the other woman.

while layla introduced herself properly to andrea, andrea couldn’t help but notice the warmth she felt in her blood that moment. it wasn’t intentional, the soft rise of annoyance while emily spoke so highly about this woman. unconsciously, andrea clenched her jaw while faux laughing at a little joke emily made that was clearly meant for the both of them. then her moment of internal tension was washed over as the woman excused herself as she was on her way to an appointment.

“funny how you just run into people you know all the time, right?” emily spoke up after a minute, andrea perking up and turning her gaze toward emily. “what? oh— right, yeah. it’s kind of crazy..” andrea nodded, emily tilted her head just a little. “you okay there?” she nudged andrea’s side quickly, drawing a small scoff out of her.

“yeah— sorry.. i got uh, jumbled up in my thoughts just now.” andrea said with a single nod, to which emily pursed her lips with. emily shrugged instead of getting further into it. andrea picked up her now ready coffee and emily leaned closer to andrea, her own coffee still in hand.

“don’t be jealous, baby. i’m still trying to recall the beautiful sounds you made for me.” emily hushed into andrea’s ear. andrea’s eyes widened for a moment, wondering how she’d gotten caught but only then realizing how painfully obvious it must’ve been. she shakes her head and looks away. emily’s fingers grab at andrea’s chin, pulling her back to look at her.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” emily hums and pats her cheek before dropping her hand back to her side and walking off like nothing just happened. andrea’s hands grip her coffee just a little tighter now, taking a long sip.

andrea took the long way back to her tall apartment, closing the door behind her after she waltzed inside. she carefully took her shoes off, placing them by the door and stepped over to her kitchen sink to wash off her hands and recycling coffee cup.

andrea took a long, hot shower. her hair clung to her back as the water cascaded down her body. andrea gently washed the soap off her stomach, hissing slightly when she ran her fingers over her abdomen. only then she’d realized the amount of progress emily was really giving her during her sessions. she felt proud of herself.

andrea hummed as she recalled emily’s fingers touching her body, how she carefully analyzed every inch of her skin. her thoughts ran wild as her hand slipped down her stomach and between her thighs, deciding to do something about the burning sensation between them.

now in her fluffy towel, andrea laid on her bed, embraced by her white duvet. she sunk her face into for a moment, feeling the cold material of her blanket on her face before pulling away and pulling her towel off to get changed.

her phone unexpectedly rang, her eyes widened as she now scurried to put her shirt and underwear on, not bothering to put on her sweatpants. andrea picked up her phone.

‘incoming video call from @️emilycharlton’ stared at her. why was emily calling her out of nowhere? she fixed up her slightly messy hair and pressed on answer.

“andy? i’m sorry to call, did i catch you at a bad time?” she could hear emily wince in slight embarrassment. her screen finally loaded to show the redhead in her gym attire. andrea smiled a little, relieved nothing serious happened.

“emily, hi! no, no worries, i uh.. i’m all good.” andrea nodded before seeing how emily had raised an eyebrow, probably to her out of breath response. “i don’t mean to pry, especially with video calls, not my usual move. but i needed a quick answer.” emily began, shifting her phone to her other hand so she could lean over the gyms countertop.

andrea hummed, “yeah? what’s going on?” “nothing serious, i just wanted to ask if i could move you up for a later hour tomorrow. the gym is awfully crowded at four weirdly, and i had you scheduled for then,” emily rolled her eyes before continuing. “and i mean, training with you around so many people would be fun if you weren’t so…” charlton paused. “noisy.”

andrea froze for a second, an awkward laugh full of sincere pride was all she could reply with before emily started talking again. “anyway, could i book you for six, then? the gym’ll be emptier and i can have some more fun with you.” she finally concluded. andrea nodded.

“yeah! yeah, six works fine for me.. um. mhm!” she laid on her stomach, holding her phone up. “great.” emily smiled and wrote something down that andrea couldn’t see. andrea took this moment to watch emily.

as emily finished noting whatever it was she was writing down, her eyes caught andrea staring through the phone. emily chuckled a little. “see you tomorrow then?” andrea hummed. emily repeated, “see you tomorrow. can’t wait to get you here.” emily purred before hanging up on andrea.

if it were up to andrea in this moment, she could evaporate into thin air. but she chose not to, for the sake of the fun. andrea dropped her phone onto her bed and got up, deciding to make herself a cup of tea before going to bed.

the next morning came quickly, andrea was thankful for that. she took the day steadily by doing some warm ups at home on her yoga mat. andrea huffed as she stretched out her limbs, feeling the tension unravel in that moment. the time was somewhere around three thirty.

enough time to enjoy an afternoon coffee, stretch and take her mind off of emily and what she had planned for her. andrea couldn’t deny the tingles she felt in her stomach just from thinking about emily.

after tending to her body’s pre gym cares, andrea walked over to her closet, picking out her usual gym attire. swiftly changing into her clothes, she then went to her bathroom to fix up her hair and face.

andrea decided on an avocado toast with bacon layered on top for a meal before leaving the house. her legs swung subconsciously as she savored her food. andrea took this moment to answer her friends, emails and laugh at stupid stories said friends had sent her.

by the time she’d finished her plate and placed it into the sink, the time read five forty two. and that’s how she knew it was time to leave. since it was colder at this time of day, andrea settled on her favorite brown coat, already having put some warmer sweatpants on ontop of her gym shorts. andrea left the house soon after, looking her apartment door behind her.

andrea arrived at the jump just in time, seeing emily from outside. she noticed her immediate change in posture right after spotting andrea. “andy! there’s my girl, glad to see you!” emily spoke, highly and soft. andrea swooned internally about everything that just happened there, allowing herself to be embraced in emily’s arms as she pulled her in for a hug.

emily pulled away with her hands on andrea’s shoulders. “let’s go have some fun, yeah?” emily winked at andrea before pulling her with her by the loops of her coat. andrea bashfully smiled as emily lead them into the changing rooms.

emily’s voice echoed, “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be right here waitin’ for ya.” as andrea stumbled into one of the stalls. andrea also took this moment to breathe steadier as she took of her sweatpants, the cold temperature of the gym now painfully evident.

andrea discarded her coat off of her figure and shoved it into her bag before unlocking the door of the stall and wandering back into the big space emily occupied. emily smiled as she spotted andrea in the mirrors reflection. andrea walked up to her, standing next to emily.

“look at you, huh? such a nice body already.. i’ve been training with you for what, a month now?” emily hummed as she shamelessly looked over andrea’s body. andrea felt drearily aware of herself now, especially the familiar aching between her legs.

emily hadn’t taken her eyes off of andrea yet, carefully analyzing every part of her that she worked on. emily secretly got off on andrea’s silent arousal. she stepped behind andrea for a moment, leaning closer to her so that her hips were pressing into andrea, lightly tipping her over the counter. “you’ve been doing so good for me andy. with everything.” emily oozed into andrea’s ear before pulling away. andrea could feel her body temperature rising as she was then lead outside of the changing rooms to emily’s spot.

they both settled with each other, talking about what exercise andrea needed at the moment and they landed on arms and back. emily watched over andrea as she watched her pull the equipment accordingly. she watched even closer at every hitch her breath made, at every moment her face faltered with a soft uncontrollable whine. emily didn’t dare to comment.

andrea left the machine after achieving her first round, getting up to drink some of her water she’d brought with her. emily watched as she sipped from it. the condensation from the cold bottle dripped onto andrea’s hands and some drops rolled down her already sweaty neck. emily bit down on her lip before turning her attention to the weights that andrea needed for her back exercise.

as andrea got to it, emily encouraged her by her side. “come on andy, you’re not giving up on me now?” stung into andrea’s ears as she panted. emily pat her back once, andrea already knew what she wanted. she slumped off of the weights and dropped to the mat on the floor, bracing herself for a plank.

andrea breathed, keeping herself together mentally and physically. she could feel emily’s eyes burning into her. “good.. you can do a minute, can’t you?” emily questions. andrea winced as she felt her arms falter for a second before quickly recomposing herself.

emily smirked, seeing that andrea was just reaching her one minute mark and decided to pry further. “come on, you were so good for me on my strap, you can do this.. hmm?”

andrea’s eyes widened, the expression following quickly with a scrambled, breathy moan as andrea’s legs buckled and her body met the mat again. she groaned before looking up at a smug emily. “a minute and ten seconds. not bad, baby.” emily hummed as if she hadn’t just distracted andrea with the thing that affected her most.

emily decided to finish off andrea’s session for the day with a few sit ups, to which andrea breezed through with no complications. emily was satisfied enough and sat next to andrea after she cooled down.

andrea sat in her thoughts for a moment before taking half of her courage to speak to emily again. “em?” she hushed out, immediately drawing emily’s attention to her. “tell me.” emily smirked, leaning forward toward her.

“dinner tomorrow?” andrea hummed, looking over at emily who sat by her. she watched as emily smiled, her eyes glimmering ever so slightly. “dinner tomorrow. absolutely.” emily nodded. andrea held back a prideful grin and huffed, “great! i’ll uhm.. find a place and send you… everything.”

emily reached her hand out onto andrea’s thigh, caressing it over her shorts. she got up onto her knees while looking down at andrea, who suddenly gulped down nervously. emily leaned closer to andrea, “send me everything and i’ll be sure to be there as instructed, andy.” she smiled down at her.

andrea’s eyes practically sparkled, nodding slowly. emily shifted and got up, offering a hand to andrea. she took it and stood up after her. emily pulled her in for a hug and nuzzled her face into andrea’s neck. “see you tomorrow, again.” emily chuckled before pulling away with a finger-wave. andrea waved back before letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

it was a typical night during your shift at runway. you’d gotten used to andrea and emily bickering with each other over the phone. emily was rushing andrea, who was at miranda’s house delivering the book as always. you and emily couldn’t leave runway until andrea had gotten back, so naturally emily was frustrated enough with the amount of time it took sachs to simply leave the book there rapidly.

“i would’ve gotten it done in a heartbeat.” emily groaned, and quickly after you could hear andrea, “well she asked me to deliver the book tonight, not you!” andrea exclaimed, to which emily rolled her eyes over. you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head at the not unusual interactions.

you typed away some finishing emails to luxury brands who had deals with runway, reading through another email from another sector of runway and the same old stuff you usually do. you hear emily sigh in relief when andrea said she’d left miranda’s and was in a cab back to the building. you took that as a call to log off and pack up your stuff.

shortly after you put everything away, a panting andrea came in through the office doors. “happy now, em? hey, sorry i took so long.” she sighed, looking at you sympathetically. you quickly shook your head, “no, don’t worry! i just think emily was a little more irritated by your… delay.” you looked over at emily who glared pure ice at you, you shrugged, a ‘what? it’s true!’ expression on your face. andrea laughed and grabbed her bag back from her desk and cleared her throat.

“drinks, em?” she looked over at emily, who was already standing by the office doors, ready to leave. the redhead nodded, “why not? i could use a good margarita or two.” a pause of silence before they both looked at you. “you wanna join us? drinks on us, we promise!” andrea smiled enthusiastically, her body language showing off only excitement now. emily didn’t say anything except for a questioning hum, an eyebrow raised. the time read 7:25.

you take a moment to ask yourself what you had planned for the evening, or the next morning. both turned out to be empty so, of course, you hum, “yeah! i’d love to.” to which andrea squealed and ran over to your side, grabbing your hand and leading out of the open office doors emily was holding open. emily chuckled and followed right after she locked the doors.

soon enough, the three of you mingled your way through a crowded bar and sat at an empty booth emily had spotted. drinks were served and conversation flowed. the usual things about work, the fashion industry and miranda’s habits in the office.

during conversation, especially when emily took breaks to sip down on whatever liquor she chose, you couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at andrea. it wasn’t this look of total interest in what she was saying, but this feeling you could only describe as hunger.

the same thing went for andrea, who looked at emily with this longing gaze. yet none of this spoke in a way of yearning, more like of want. you questioned it for either a drunken moment or hidden moments you miss constantly.

soon enough, emily was on her second margarita as she said she’d have and andrea quickly followed along. you decided to go for another round. you all raise your glasses to eye level view and andrea speaks up, “to our extraordinary work at runway, ladies!” andrea smiled as the three of you clink your glasses together.

emily hummed as she took in another sip, setting her glass down while leaving her fingertips on the stem of the glass. her gaze was suddenly turned to yours. “you want another glass, babe?” emily whispered, having to lean in so you’d hear her over the music and chattering. sheepishly, you nod your head. andrea immediately turned for the waiter and got themselves the whole bottle. because why not?

conversation flowed, although the three of you equally slurred through half of your sentences. you were about four drinks in while the two sat at two and a half. andrea looked over at you, mid laugh at a stupid joke emily told. she noticed how your eyes were hazy, your body slouching ever so slightly. “you okay?” andrea leaned in to whisper to you. you nod, humming to emphasize your state.

emily raised an eyebrow, not believing it for a second. “uh— no. you look like you’re about to pass out.” she leaned closer to you. you sat in the middle of the two women, now feeling the warmth of both of them.

you shook your head again, “noo, i’m fine!” you dragged out, before your vision in fact went black, the last you heard was andrea telling emily to lay your head over andrea’s lap.

you grumbled, forcing your eyes open as the atmosphere of the bar you were still in interrupted your state of unconsciousness. you furrow your brows at your shift of position, looking up to see andrea looking over at emily who had a cigarette in her mouth, andrea’s other hand holding your head. they chatted like nothing had just happened.

andrea gasped when she saw that you’ve awoken, looking down at you with a relieved smile. “you blacked out, like em guessed. you doing okay?” she cooed, her hand caressing your head. andrea played with your hair while you blinked, formulating a response. “mhm.. yeah. my head just.. hurts a bit.”

“let’s lay it down on the drinks, then, yeah?” emily chuckled, looking down at you. she looked over you, how you laid your head over andrea’s lap while your legs sprawled over emily’s, quite literally laying down over the two. “comfortable?” emily teased, to which you rolled your eyes to.

andrea laughed and shook her head, patting your head. “i told emily to help me lay you down here, just in case you’d feel worse.” she reassured, you nod thankfully.

silence in your booth fell upon the three of you as emily continued her staring. emily took a long drag from her cigarette, puffing the air out after. you sat up, taking your legs off of emily’s lap and sitting back up between the two of them. emily silently passed her cigarette to andrea, the brunette taking a drag of it after being handed it. you watched.

after passing the blunt back to emily, andrea caught your staring eyes and hummed, “you want some?” you looked at her then at emily who took another drag. you nod, andrea smiled.

emily pawed at your chin, turning your head toward her. you gasped before she pressed her lips against yours. emily held your chin, pressing down so your lips parted and she breathed smoke into your mouth. she pulled away after that moment, leaving you dumbfounded and starting to cough a bit.

andrea laughed, amused by whatever just went down. after huffing the smoke out of your mouth, you steadied your breath, looking over at emily again who wore a smug smile on her face. you blinked slowly before she spoke up, “what? you want more?”

you, in your tipsy state of mind, obviously nodded to which emily smirked and pulled you closer to her by the collar of your shirt. emily pressed a quick kiss to your lips, before pulling away to look at andrea.

andrea watched the both of you, her legs crossed with her glass in hand. she bit at her lip, subconsciously showing off what she felt inside. emily pouted and signaled for andrea to move closer to you, andrea smiled and moved closer to you.

you turned your head toward her and she leaned in to kiss you. her kiss compared to emily’s was a lot slower, like she was trying to stamp this moment in time. andrea brung her hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss for a minute. it last up until emily interrupted, “alright, andy, jesus. you’ll swallow the poor girl up if you keep that up.” and andrea pulled away with a sheepish but not regretful smile.

emily huffed, a cloud of smoke leaving her lips before she clasped her fingers onto your chin again and dragged you back for another kiss. your moans were muffled against her lips, tasting the cigarette and alcohol on her mouth. you felt shivers run up your spine when you felt andrea’s cold hand caress your bare thigh.

“mm—” you whimpered against emily’s lips which only enticed her to snake a hand up until your hair, tugging on it gently. andrea reached out with her other hand, playing with the ends of your hair.

you had to physically hold yourself back from grinding against the booths bench, your skirt riding up just a little by andrea’s fingers that never stopped their touching. you whined against emily’s lips before she pulled away, taking another long drag of her cigarette. emily puffed the smoke out right at your face.

andrea laughed and leaned in closer, trying to reach over to emily. her hands were braced on your thigh as charltons fingers pressed her cigarette onto andrea’s lips. you watched the sight before you with wide eyes, almost glossing over at the raw moment.

emily hummed as she pulled her hand away from andrea, who blew out a puff of smoke in front of herself. andrea looked down at her watch, which read 9:47. she pursed her lips and looked over at emily who curiously looked over to. you follow her gaze soon after recovering yourself. “damn, almost 10..” andrea groans.

emily shrugs. “i have nothing else to do tomorrow, plus, it’s a friday.. what do you say we keep this party going at mine?” emily smiled, words innocent but intentions not so much. andrea chuckled, patting your thigh.

“what’d ya say, hmm?” andrea looked you over, head to toe. “wanna go over to emilys?”

you look toward emily, who had the same questioning glare as she did in the office. her cigarette had now burnt out and she left it in the nearby ashtray. you smile a little, nodding. “mm, why not? i’ve got nothing better to do.”

emily smiles, “perfect. andrea, why don’t you both get a cab and i’ll get the bill real quick?” andrea nodded and offered you a hand, considering your still tipsy-ish state. her other hand went to the small of your back and she lead you through the crowded bar and outside to the cool air of new york city. you both stood by the side walk, waiting for emily.

andrea looked over at you and smiled. “what should we plan with emily when we get to hers?” she spoke as if she was asking you about your favorite candy. your eyes fluttered for a second before you heard footsteps behind you, a british accent interrupting the moment. “bloody hell, no cab yet?” an annoyed emily walked out the bars door.

“those men in there are so fucking incompetent… this calls for a good bottle of red when we get to my place.” she grumbles before stepping between the two of you and hailing a cab with her hand flawlessly, which you all get into.

emily coordinated the driver and you settled between the two women again, andrea’s fingers playing with your hair and emily’s hand on your thigh. you couldn’t wait any longer to get to emily’s place all of a sudden.

andrea dragged emily over to her kitchen after getting up from her now lightly red knees from the carpeted floor. she filled two tall glasses with mildly cold water and handed a glass to emily, who stood next to her with a hand on her hip.

“drink up, we wanna at least get to bed a little sober.” andrea giggled lazily, taking a sip of the drink. emily herself took a smaller gulp, the condesation of the cold glass wettening her fingers from holding it.

andrea then led emily through the halls of her apartment, opening the door to her neatly organized bedroom. dark brown silky sheets coated her bed with a white duvet thrown over it, pillows covered the edge of her wooden headboard. a warm lit lamp stood by her bedside table along with a couple books, a forgotten tea mug on top of them. a fuzzy pink carpet rested underneath the corner of her bed along a big portion of the room.

her white curtains were still open, windows closed to avoid any coldness, especially with the rain coming in now. the walls of the room decorated with shelves full of miscellaneous items emily assumed she liked.

“what a lovely room you’ve got, andy!” emily chirps after taking a good look around. andrea smiles bashfully, even after having the woman’s damn fingers down her throat. “thanks! let me get you something comfortable to change into,” she ran toward her large closet.

emily clasped onto the strings of her medium sized leather bag, dragging the zipper to the side to open it. she digged her hands through it, blindly searching for her lipstick she thought she’d forgotten at her home. instead, a hushed gasp left her lipstick when she felt a box, immediately recognizing what was inside. emily bit back a smug smile.

andrea waltzed back to emily, who quickly regained her posture and instead had a grateful look on her face. andrea handed her a pair of black sweatpants and a white band tee. “i’ve got some socks if you want— hah.” andrea gushes, emily hums and takes the clothes from her hand carefully. “mm-mm, baby, thank you, though! your bathroom is..?” she hums, looking around to which andrea immediately points her finger to a closed door just outside her room. emily smiles and makes her way to the bathroom, leaving andrea to change into her own clothes comfortably.

after shutting the door into the very marbled bathroom, emily sighs out and walks over to the sink to set down her clothes, along with her bag and glass of water she still had, and wash her hands. she looks at herself in the mirror, her lipstick slightly smudged by andrea’s, and her lacy bra was peeking out more than before. everything else was in place.

she fixed up her face and changed into the very comfortable black sweatpants, that she assumed andrea had worn before. emily huffed, deciding to keep her bra on and put on the shirt she was given and looked at herself, smiling again.

her eyes quickly darted to her brown bag that sat on the countertop, an unopened white box peeking out from underneath a few other items that were in the bag. emily hummed, grabbing at the sealed box, knowing exactly what was inside it. she carefully removed the seals from it and laughed a little to herself when she had it in her hand. a strap on, that could ejaculate.

ridiculous, is what she thought to herself when her eyes first landed on it when she saw it. there’s no way something like this would ever get to be used. why she bought it, was a reason unknown to her, but she was very very grateful for past emily in this moment.

emily filled the small enclosure with a bit of the water that andrea had given her earlier, careful not to spill it. she hid it back into the box and grabbed her bag, stuffing her normal clothes into it and leaving the bathroom.

andrea, who was flumped over her bed, was now dressed in pink pjama shorts, a long sleeved white shirt covering her torso. she wore fuzzy white socks that emily was now jealous that she didn’t take up her offer on. emily was endeared by the state she encountered andrea in.

andrea perked up with the sound, eyes immediately spotting emily in her pjamas, and her bag strap still laid over her shoulder.. her pulse rushed seeing emily in her clothes, really taking a second to analyze the woman that stood near the door.

“you look great..” andrea mumbled out, sitting up on her knees, blanket meeting her skin. emily smiled and sauntered forward to andrea, standing just out of reach of the woman. “so do you, andy, i love those shorts!” emily chirps, sitting next to andrea now, throwing her bag over on the bed.

they both sat comfortably, andrea had her hair sprawled over emily’s lap while her head rested on her thighs. they forgot about everything for a moment. emily caressed her shoulder. “you feeling any better?” emily coos, andrea nods.

emily grabs at her bag, pawing inside it to see if she’d find a lost chapstick flavor andrea was asking about during conversation, instead, a small gasp was heard from her. andrea’s eyes dart to emily’s face, intrigued by the sound of surprise from the woman.

“what is it, em?” andrea questions, sitting up next to emily now. emily shakes her head with a laugh, “oh, nothing. i completely forgot i had this in here!” emily giggles while pulling out a sleek white box. brown eyes scanning the item, andrea hums in interrogation.

“what is it?” andrea eyes her instead of the box now. “oh wow, i got this a week or two ago and i completely forgot it..” a small pout formed onto emily’s lips, not answering andrea’s question directly. andrea watches the woman speaking, her heart racing just a little from the bare sight.

instead of explaining what it was, emily drags it out of its box which elicits a strong gasp from andrea when her eyes landed on it. “a.. wha—?” sachs eyes widened, suddenly feeling ten times more nervous than before. emily has this cynical look on her face. “can you believe i forgot this in here? unopened and everything..” emily huffs, almost annoyed with herself.

andrea is more surprised by the fact that emily even owned something like this, but definitely not against it. her eyes scanned the strap on, the navy blue silicone an enticing color.

“have you.. why do you.. have this?” andrea manages out, looking at emily with a small tint of jealousy in her eyes. emily smirks and sits up just a bit more against the headboard. “oh you know, i just like to keep it on me. just in case.”

andrea felt this tingle in her chest, the urge to question and the slight sensation of envy bubbling in her mind. “oh? like the other girls you train with? you use these with them?” leaves andrea’s mouth unexpectedly. it was an impulsive thought which evolved into words she immediately regretted.

emily laughed slightly, an eyebrow raised. “what kind of girl do you take me for, andy? you jealous or somethin’?” she leaned in just a bit, making andrea’s breath hitch, “i think you should know this one is brand new, never been used.. how about you change that for me?” emily snakes a hand into andrea’s hair, a pathetic whimper leaving her lips.

andrea stares into emily’s eyes, her breathing rate quickening at the question that rang in her ears. she nodded slowly, to which emily tutted. “mm-mm. i need words baby.” emily murmured, getting closer to her face. “do you want my strap, andrea?” emily asks sternly, coaxing a proper answer out of andrea. “yes… yes.. mhm.”

emily’s hand dropped from andrea’s face, making it fall just a little before andrea recomposed herself. emily slid her finger over the strap on, taking it into her hand. “get on the floor.” she pointed then snapped, a buzz to andrea’s mind. like an obident dog, a moth to a flame, andrea slid off her own bed to her knees. the fuzziness of the carpet making the burning of her kneeling bearable.

andrea sat wide eyed on her knees, looking up at a staring emily. emily had shifted so that her hips boarded the edge of the bed, legs spread ever so slightly, the fabric of the sweatpants stretching with her action. emily smirked before speaking again, in that velvety voice of hers, “come on, help me take these off, won’t you be a good girl?” emily cooed, insinuating that andrea helped her get her pants off. andrea immediately got to work by the ankles, dragging them off of her legs.

andrea felt shivers going up her spine when she was faced with emily’s bare legs, black lacy underwear on full display. emily huffed and leaned back a little. “you gonna just keep staring or you gonna ask for somethin’?” she sassed, snapping andrea out of her daze. while andrea tried to unscramble the letters in her mind to form a sentence, emily started adjusting the strap on around her hips, as if it were the simplest thing to her.

with a click, both from andrea’s mind and emily’s adjustments, sachs spoke up. “em— please, i..” she began with this pathetic, desperate whine that dragged out when she saw how emily sat when she wore her strap. “i need.. i need to suck you off. bad.” andrea huffs, cheeks warming up and her legs shift underneath themself, allowing her to sit up. her face almost met the strap on before emily grabbed at her chin.

andrea gasps lightly, emily’s fingers clasped onto her face, dragging her lips closer to emily’s strap on. emily’s free hand held her strap. just before andrea’s mouth could reach the toy, emily roughed out, “well, come on then, doll.” letting go of andrea’s face all together.

andrea whined before licking a stripe up at the siliconed tip, eye contact never failing. emily smiled lazily, her posture calm yet attentive. “atta-girl, come on.” she whispered.

something inside andrea’s emily filled brain snapped with her words, spit watering down her tongue that took in emily’s strap with every bit of want in her. her mouth lowered onto it, a moan mumbling against the toy. emily hummed and brung a hand up to caress andrea’s hair. “feel good in your mouth, baby?”

andrea hummed, not daring to move her head for anything other than sucking her strap on. emily chuckled, gripping onto andrea’s hair just a bit tighter, eliciting an expected moan from her. andrea’s mouth was further down the base, the light taste of silicone and wine overwhelming her tongue.

“let me help you, baby.” emily murmured, shifting her hips closer to andrea’s figure. with a small thrust, a small part of her strap on disappeared into andrea’s mouth, a light yelp escaping andrea’s throat. andrea pulled away, eyes glossy.

“cmon, andy, you took my fingers so well for me.. you can take my cock too, ha?” emily smiled down at andrea, seeing her head practically spin at her words. a hazy nod was motioned by andrea.

emily huffed a sound of approval, grabbing at the base of her strap with her fingers and the back of andrea’s head, dragging her mouth back onto the silicone toy. andrea whined as the strap met her tongue, immediately getting back to work.

emily’s eyes sparkled with how andrea craved this, how her head bobbed and eye contact was never broken. she caressed andrea’s head with no hesitation, a tug on her brown streaks every now and then. impatience struck her when she felt that good burn down her lower abdomen.

“baby,” emily hushed out, “i need.. i’m gonna fuck your throat. you gonna take it like a good girl?” emily continued, fixing her posture while andrea nodded and shifted on her knees. andrea’s hand hovered over her thigh sneakily, at first unnoticeable to emily’s gaze.

emily smirked before grabbing a small handful of andrea’s hair, the kneeling woman’s eyes widening just a little along with a whimper. “you can take it can’t you?” emily purrs down at her, leaning forward just a bit, “tap my thigh twice if it gets too much.” andrea nods.

with andrea’s approval, emily shifts her hips and immediately draws a small groan out of andrea’s throat, enticing a little moan out of emily. her hips thrusted forward gently, being as careful as her need would let her be. “you like my cock in your throat, baby?” emily teases, seeing andrea’s eyes pool with tears, another whiny nod.

an immediate reaction of furrowing her eyebrows, emily coos, “aww, baby, yeah? you like that don’t you?” she purrs, hips thrusting her strap further down andrea’s throat, eliciting a small gag from the woman. emily’s stomach fluttered with the sound, pleased with the sound andrea was making just for her.

“yeah, baby, come on, you can take it deeper for me, huh? took my fingers so well. take my cock baby.” emily hushes out, voice coming out a little rougher and breathier by her own pants. andrea’s hand snook urgently to the waist band of her pjama shorts, reaching for underneath her underwear.

emily’s eyes narrow in on andrea’s now moving hips, furrowed eyebrows followed up with a disappointed yet amused expression on her face, emily pulled on andrea’s hair a little harder now, forcing andrea’s eyes to meet her own. “are you touching yourself, andrea?” emily menaced, andrea’s eyes wide while her mouth now boarded the tip of her strap on. the toy was now completely covered in andrea’s spit.

“is my poor girl that needy for me?” emily amusedly asked, knowing the answer already. her cocky smile was quickly replaced with a stern look. “don’t you fucking touch yourself. just move there, show me how needy you are for me. don’t even think about touching yourself.”

andrea whined, this pitiful yet incredibly turned on noise escaping her lips before they reach for emily’s strap on again, shoving it down her throat for her own, and emily’s, satisfaction. by command, her hips rocked slightly, breath labored as she took the inches in her mouth.

emily let her head hang low, soft moans escaping her lips with the sight and sensation in front of her. andrea pants, coming up for better air, “em, i can't take it, please—” andrea whimpered, the statement completely untrue and cut off by a panting emily.

”don't say that, i know you can sweetheart. take it.. just a bit more…” emily huffed out, sighing out when andrea lowered her mouth back down to the base of her strap on. emily teasingly thrusted upwards, a gag elicited out andrea almost immediately that drove emily closer to the edge. emily pulled at her hair, dragging her lips away from the spit covered strap on. “such a good girl..” her hand caressed her cheek before patting it twice, “bed. now.”

andrea huffed as she brung her hands to the carpet, helping herself up. emily had leaned back against the headboard on andrea’s bed. emily’s eyes narrowed, her gaze wandering over andrea’s slightly ruined state.

her hair, which was up in a bun, had fallen down over her shoulders, her eyeliner lightly smudged and lipstick blurred on her lips. andrea let out a long whine, flumping down onto her back on the mattress, knees up. emily smirked at the sight and crawled over to her.

“i’m not near finished with you, baby.” she purred, towering over andrea. andrea gasped at the feeling of emily’s strap on pressing against her shorts, a sudden urge for more. “em— i need.. mm. take my shorts off. please..” andrea hushed out, looking intensely into emily’s eyes.

emily smirked and slid her manicured fingers into the waistband of her pjama shorts, “since you asked so nicely,” she began, slipping them off easily, leaving andrea in her lacy black underwear. “beg some more, won’t you darling?” she smiled cunningly, pressing her strap on closer to her, andrea moaned, between pleasure and frustration.

andrea sighed, a furrow between her eyebrows. with her pouty pinkish lips, a pathetic plead left andrea’s mouth, “pleaaase..?”

emily’s face dropped to this disappointed look. it was the worst plead emily had ever heard. unsatisfied, emily immediately leaned closer, bracing herself with one hand and slapping at andrea’s cheek. not enough to hurt the woman, but enough for her to know what she did wrong. it naturally elicited a gasp out of andrea, who now met emily’s gaze with a shakier breath.

emily caressed over the spot she hit, “that’s not how you beg, andrea.” emily whispers down at sachs, who immediately nodded, voice gasping for words. “please, emily, i want—” andrea began, a silent request for another slap across her face which was given to her, a yelp leaving her lips. “beg for me properly, sweetheart.”

andrea nodded, swallowing down her spit and breathing out, “please, emily, please— i need your cock inside me, please, fuck me..” andrea rambled, tears pooling in her eyes. emily hummed, feeling herself get incredibly turned on by how the woman begged for her. emily gave another light slap, this time of approval. “good girl,” she smirked before hooking her fingers under andrea’s underwear and sliding them down her legs, discarting them to somewhere in her room unknown.

andrea buzzed internally with anticipation, her breath quickening subconsciously. emily kneeled lazily by andrea’s inner thighs, teasing the tip of her strap into andrea’s folds. a sharp gasp echoed through her room, her fingers pawing at her sheets. “you’re so wet for me, andy.” emily teased, inching in her strap slowly for andrea to get used to it.

“em— i.. more..” andrea whined, her back arching slightly as emily eased more into her. andrea’s undivided moans as emily pushed herself deeper into the woman. a string of curses could be heard by andrea as the full length of her strap dug inside her, a satisfied moan let out by emily. “you take my cock so well, baby.” she hushed, looking down at her teasingly.

andrea furrowed her brows when emily instead of moving her hips, just stared down at andrea. “oh you want me to move?” emily questioned, faux sympathy oozing through her words with an innocent look on her face. “you’re gonna have to beg me.”

andrea stayed silent for a moment, incredulous by the fact that emily made her beg aga— her train of irritation was cut off by a loud, shuddering moan. “you feel how deep i am, baby?” emily pressed down on andrea’s stomach, lightly feeling where her strap laid inside andrea. “ohhh, fuuuck…” andrea drew out, eyes slightly rolling back. “please. pleasepleaseplease— emi…” andrea gasped.

emily shrugged and decided to finally put andrea out of her misery, moving her hips slowly at first. she was immensely turned on by the way andrea acted beneath her. a drop of sweat rolled down her neck, her long sleeved white shirt clung to her skin while her nails dug into the sheets when emily thrusted herself deeper into her. andrea’s lips parted, pants and whines escaping them every second. the dim lights of her bedroom and the faint sound of rain only added onto the atmosphere. emily’s breath began to quicken as she leaned forward, hips not halting for a moment.

emily braced herself with her arms right above andrea’s shoulders, leaning close. lazy thrusts from emily that drove andrea to the edge and back, she clawed at her bedsheets, choked up moans leaving her throat at how incredible this woman was fucking her. emily was keeping her distance from andrea’s face, a silent demonstration to make andrea want more.

her necklace dangled between the two of them, the crystal on it glittering in the low light. andrea looked up at her with fascination, a flimsy moan leaving her mouth. “em, fuck, you feel.. sssso good…”

andrea spurred, eyes darting toward emily’s neck and her chest. an amused yet breathy chuckle left emily’s mouth, seeing how hypnotized andrea was with her. andrea’s back arched with the feeling of how emily’s strap stroked inside her along with a loud and high moan, the sound making emily feel everything. andrea was close. and so—

emily, in the blink of an eye, dragged herself out of inside andrea, gently pulled at the woman’s hips while sitting up against her wooden headboard and dragged her onto her lap. “you’re gonna ride me, baby.” emily stated. not a question, but an order. andrea, who was moved in seconds panted, both by the sudden loss of the fullness inside her and the change of position. she stared at emily and nodded slowly, hands just a little shaky. “mmhm.. mh.” andrea managed out, climbing over onto her knees.

emily’s eyes followed every move andrea made, the was she knelt over the strap on, aligning it with herself, the expressions she made and her breath how it quickened. andrea’s eyebrows furrowed from the familiar feeling, her whines leaving shakily as she lowered her hips.

andrea settled, the full length back inside her. “em, it’s so— fuck, i.. i need—” she gasped out, eyes hazily searching for emily’s darkened ones. “mm, come on. you can do it for me, baby. don’t be shy.” emily cooed condescendingly. andrea’s hips moved slightly, her breath stuttering. it was so deep inside her, she could barely think.

emily watched as andrea rode her, slowly at first, which turned into something hungrier. andrea moaned, emily huffed back. truth be told, emily was doing everything in her power to not show how much all of this was affecting her. having this beautiful woman straddling her, moaning her name and making these sounds that drove her insane.

andrea shuddered, a strangled moan escaping her when she felt emily thrust her hips upward, shoving the strap further into her. their hips moved in sync, slow. emily’s eyes never left andrea’s, they held this intense tension between their eye contact.

emily snaked her hands up andrea’s thighs, holding onto her waist. “let me,” emily breathed, her grip tightening on her hips. andrea nodded, not slowing down. emily guided andrea’s hips, moving them up and down while moving her own. the action drew out a long moan from andrea, letting her head falling backward just a bit. “more, em.. i need.. more..” andrea groaned, pressing her hips down against the base of her strap, wanting to feel it all.

a very turned on chuckle escaped emily’s lips, an eyebrow raised. “you need more, baby? i’ll give you more..” emily purred, rolling her hips upwards, a breathy moan heard from andrea above her. “fuck, em.. i.. i’m so.. close..” andrea whined, her body instinctively leaning forward, she held herself up on emily’s shoulders.

emily was close too, she felt her breath quickening. her mind wandered back to her strap, remembering its function. all she had to do was press something. emily kept her fingers close to her left side now.

andrea’s relentless moans spurred emily to thrust her hips upward into her further and further, making the woman gasp and make sounds not even she knew were able to escape her. andrea fixed her posture, sitting up straight on top of emily’s strap, groaning at the length inside her. “em, i’m so close.. i’m so.. gonna..” andrea hazed while rolling her hips, her abdomen flexing with the movement.

emily nodded, caressing her waist while cooing at her, “you gonna come for me baby? mmhm.. hold on.. i’m gonna.. i’m so close too..” emily whimpered at her last words, her nails digging into andrea’s hips. emily’s white shirt that andrea had lent to her rode up her stomach, revealing her incredibly toned abs to the woman above her. the sight of how they moved in synchronization with her hips made andrea reach her peak, mouth watering lightly.

“i’m.. gonna..” andrea whined high, head tipped back ever so slightly while her hips writhed. emily took that as a signal, lazily moving her finger to the button. “come on baby, come for me..” emily panted out, holding onto andrea’s waist.

andrea could be described as a firework, her going over the edge was like a burst of a supernova, equally as loud. her neighbors were surely to complain. her eyes watered and lit up as she panted, guttural moans escaping her throat. emily moaned with her, slowly halting her movements, not entirely. until she pressed the button.

andrea panted, leaning forward just a little. she looked down to see some of her come rolling down her inner thigh and onto emily’s abs, which made her moan just a bit again. “mm— fuck.. em, i.. wait.” andrea blinked, her breath regulating through more pants.

that’s when she felt it, warmish liquid gushing into her. in her hazy state, she gasped along with a moan. then her eyes widened, looking directly at emily. “did.. did you just—?”

emily nods, a satisfied smile on her face, a small moan leaving her lips. andrea gasps again, emily shifts to sit up. they’re both closer to each other. emily brings a hand up to caress emily’s cheek, looking into her eyes.

unexpectedly, emily thrusts up again slightly, drawing another moan out of andrea. “oh f— i..” “take it all, andy.” emily purrs, not halting her hand on her face. andrea whines, sitting there as she comes down from her high. emily shifts, moving andrea’s hip with her other hand to pull out of her.

a desperate whine leaves andrea, “no— no! no, don’t.. i want.. i want you.. inside.. deeper.” andrea mumbles, making emily stop dead in her tracks. a sound of pride left emily’s mouth. she nodded and settled back down so andrea could still feel her strap inside her. “you just wanna sit there for a while, baby? on my cock?” emily hummed, caressing up into andrea’s hair now, dragging her closer to her chest. she allowed andrea to rest her head there. andrea nodded.

“is that.. a strap that can come?” andrea questioned, still hazily. emily chuckles, rolling her eyes. “duh. how else would i come inside you?” emily sarcastically ruffled andrea’s hair. andrea shuddered. “i liked it. a lot.” she murmurs into emily’s chest. emily hummed, patting andrea’s head lightly. “yeah? you like feeling me inside you?” she teased. “mmmhm..” a tired response. emily felt her heart tighten with the sound. she caressed andrea’s shoulder now, slowly pulling out of her.

“come on baby, you’re tired. let’s lay you down.” emily begun by reaching for the straps harness before being stopped by andrea’s hand. “wait—” andrea spoke, leaning over her lap on her knees after having climbed off it. she looked up at emily before down at the cum coated dildo and reaching her head down for it. emily gasped as she saw what andrea was doing.

andrea licked a long stripe up off of emily’s strap, quickly wrapping her lips around it and sucking on the toy. andrea did it rapidly, only to get a taste of herself. andrea dragged her mouth off of the strap, noticing some of her cum on emily’s abs, deciding to lick off of there instead. the action immediately made emily’s abdomen tense and drew a moan out of emily. she leaned back up and looked at a slightly dumbfounded emily, a satisfied smile on her face. andrea yawned and fell back. she reached blindly for her pjama shorts, not bothered to look for her underwear that was lost in her own bedroom. she pulled them up before making a comfortable space for emily.

emily on the other hand, now impressed, took off the harness of her strap on altogether and wiped the dildo clean with tissues that were on andrea’s nightstand. she discarded those and put her sweatpants back on, deciding to ignore the wet spot on her underwear for now. she looked back at andrea who fluffed up a pillow for her and smiled. as andrea pulled the blanket away so she could lay down, she did and did the same for andrea, who giggled as she flopped down into her mattress.

they both stared at each other for a while, andrea’s eyes blinked slowly every now and then. emily’s blinked like how a cat would at its owner, slightly yet with full emotion. she reached a hand out for andrea’s face, caressing her cheek gently. “d’you have fun, baby?” she whispered, smiling when andrea nodded rapidly.

“mhmm.. thank you..” andrea yawned, bringing her hand to emily’s, dragging it down to hold it properly. ignoring the fact their dim lights were still on, they both shut their eyes and shuffled closer to one another, falling asleep to the sounds of their breathing.

the morning birds sung at andrea’s bedroom windows, the sun shining through it in a non violent way. andrea yawned, stretching her hands up above her. she looked to her side to find it empty, a small disappointed sigh leaving her. quickly replaced when she heard commotion in her kitchen. slowly climbing out of her bed, she looked herself in the mirror before walking out of her room.

andrea stepped through her hallways and reached the kitchen, to find emily at her coffee machine with two mugs. a smile appeared on emily’s face. “good morning, darling!” she chirped, that tone that was like a drug to andrea. andrea gasped a little, taking in this moment.

“you’re making coffee?” andrea hummed before stepping closer to her. emily shakes her head. “i made coffee, here’s yours.” handing andrea her coffee, emily sat by the stool at the countertop. andrea smiled and sat next to her. “i have to go in a few minutes, so i’m glad you woke up before i left. i’d hate to make you feel so alone after such a good night.” emily hummed, caressing andrea’s thigh. andrea’s heart melted at that, nodding as a sign of gratitude.

they both sipped on their coffees and talked through their shared schedule, after all, andrea was seeing her at the gym again tomorrow. emily sat her mug down on the counter, patting andrea’s thigh before getting up. “may i use—”

“oh shush up, of course, go!” andrea giggled and got up to wash the mugs, watching as emily walked to andrea’s bathroom with a smile.

emily returned as quickly as she left, bag on her shoulders and her clothes from last night back on. andrea stood up to give emily a hug, only to receive a kiss, one that emily held onto andrea’s face with.

as emily pulled away, she stepped closer for a second. “see you tomorrow, yeah?” emily hummed before patting at andrea’s hip, walking past her and to andrea’s door. andrea followed behind quickly to unlock the door, nodding. “yeah, yeah! see you tomorrow.” andrea smiled and waved as emily did. emily left andrea’s apartment and andrea stared at the flowers that stood in the watery vase that emily had gifted her last night.

andrea held her face in her hands before sighing out, feeling like she just lived out a dream. she walked over to the stove and turned it on, grabbing the necessary ingredients for a simple pancake with fruits. as she did, her phone buzzed.

@️emilycharlton — “Can’t wait to train with you again tomorrow, Andy. You were something else last night.”

friday morning came along quickly, yesterday andrea had many errands to tend to and people to see. andrea stretched her arms over her head, a small yawn escaping her mouth. she grumbled the fact she had to get up, but found it worth it to see emily again.

andrea waltzed over to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients from her fridge to make herself some avocado toast with eggs. she poured herself a glass of orange juice after plating her food. andrea hummed to herself, delighted with her simple meal.

she answered her friends text, the one who questioned if she was down to hang out saturday night, tomorrow. andrea said it’s a good chance it’ll happen, but she’d let her friend know tomorrow morning.

she opened instagram, going through peoples stories yet again. she paused when she remembered emilys text to her. her finger immediately darted to the woman’s story. as promised, she found two more photos from her night.

a picture of a dimly lit restaurant, tiny sparkly lights illuminating the place. a wine glass with emily’s slender fingers, perfectly manicured black nails, holding onto the stem of it ever so gently. on the rim of the glass was a small lipstick mark. ‘Obsession.’ was captioned.

andrea, humming, liked the story.

another picture, a bathroom mirror selfie. emily’s full figure on display, a black dress clinging onto her body. one hand braced onto the countertop, the other held up her phone. emily had this smokey eye look, it really made her eyes pop.

andrea gasped to herself, analyzing probably everything possible about the picture. she liked it and set her phone down with a very lightly shaky hand.

she finished her breakfast and took care of whatever else she needed to do before getting dressed for the gym. andrea grabbed her bag and left the apartment.

emily leaned over the gym reception desk, chatting as she usually would with the lady that took care of all of the members’ details. andrea huffed pushing the door open, eyes immediately landing on charlton. she smiled sheepishly and fixed her posture before walking over to her.

“andy, good morning!” emily chirped to her, stepping closer to andrea, pulling her into a hug. andrea immediately returned it, feeling the warmth of emily and the insanely intoxicating scent of her perfume. it striked her senses with the smell of florals, fruits and woody notes all at once. andrea could stay in that moment forever.

unfortunately, emily pulled away, leaving her hands on andrea’s shoulder. “cmon, let’s go have some fun. i’ve got some things planned out for you.” emily purred and sauntered away, andrea immediately stepped after her.

back to the familiar corner of the gym, they both stand in front of the mirrors, emily clearing her throat to speak.

“mmkay, so. i see your progress with your abdomen and arms are going well,” emily hums, a hand trailing down andrea’s bicep, down to her sides. andrea takes in a sharp breath to which emily chuckles a little. “why don’t we work on your back today, sweetheart?” emily patted andrea’s hip, moving away to the equipment needed for this exercise.

andrea followed with a bashful expression on her face, standing in front of where emily pointed. her hands fell onto the large rubber bands, which she could only assume was for pulling backwards to move her muscles. emily stood really close to her.

“good, you know what they’re for, let me just—” emily’s hands move to andrea’s shoulders, thumbs near the nape of her neck. she adjusted how andrea held herself so gently. andrea had to hold her breath, afraid to let any sort of noise.

it was like emily did it purposely. she got closer to andrea, hips pressing against her, humming lightly with a contented tone. emily dragged her hands down to her biceps, shifting them back a little more so she entirely got the right form. and finally, she placed one hand over the small of her back, straightening her up. andrea moaned, like a stupid person would. emily bit her lip, stifling a chuckle from her mouth. she backed away. “come on, let’s go.”

andrea gets to it, pulling her arms back and forward a good amount of times. she held her breath every now and then, hiding any possibility of a sound breaking through her mouth. unfortunately for her, emily wants the exact opposite. “cmon, let me hear you, baby.”

andrea immediately let out a whine, one that even her herself was surprised she could let out. emily raised an eyebrow, one that showed everything she could be feeling right now. andrea saw pure amusement and pride in her gaze. andrea cleared her throat and got back to it.

emily crossed her arms over her chest, watching andreas slight struggle as she reached her goal. she couldn’t stop smirking. “cmon andy, just a bit more for me.” she encouraged, andrea nodding her head. andrea was panting now, soft whines leaving her lips.

her body relaxed when she reached her number and she dropped the elastic bands to the floor, sighing in relief. emily approaches her again, standing next to her. her hand rested on her shoulder.

“such a good girl, i’m so glad to see your progress, andy.” emily said as if it was the most innocent thing in the world. andrea was just a step away from dropping to her knees. andrea smiles, “thanks em.” she darts her eyes to the digital clock on the wall, their time almost up. that’s when she felt a surge of emotion in her next move.

“uhm.. emily?” andrea began, emily’s face turning to hers, right before she was about to leave. “yeah, sweetheart?” she smiled, pausing to listen to whatever andrea had to say.

“would you want to.. come over for dinner tonight?” andrea glared at emily with the widest eyes you could imagine. a taunting grin was portrayed on emily’s face. “i’m sorry, that was dumb, i shouldn’t hav—”

“oh, shush, i would love to!” emily grinned, stepping a little closer to andrea, face to face with her now. “text me the time you want me there and your address, yeah?” emily hums, playing with a string of andrea’s hair.

andrea blushed ever so slightly, nodding. “uh-huh.. i’m— i will!” she affirmed. emily smiled and patted her cheek twice before turning around and leaving, leaving andrea there alone.

andrea then got herself together in the changing rooms and left for the grocery store. her shopping list consisted of only the following: grain rice, vegetables for broth, a few cheeses, crackers and dried fruits. and of course, a not so expensive wine.

andrea opened the doors, carefully, to her apartment, one hand holding tightly to the grocery bags. she closed her door and made her way to the kitchen, setting the bags down there. andrea unpacked everything and decided to send emily a text before starting to prepare anything. the time was 4:25pm.

@️andreasachs — hey emily!! i just back from the store, sorry for not texting earlier.. here is my address; ——————, be here at 7:30pm, or earlier, i wouldn’t mind the company :))

and send. andrea smiled like an idiot and set her phone down. she walked over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands before starting to prepare the dishes. her message was quickly reacted to with a heart.

the clock read 7:03 now, andrea had just finished adding the final spices for the risotto she made following a recipe online. she felt proud of herself. her charcuterie board was half done, only missing the dried fruits and crackers to accompany the cheeses. she hadn’t touched the wine yet, other than to pour some into the riosotto for extra flavor. she’d only pour it when emily arrived. speaking of.

a knock on her door could be heard from the faint jazz music playing around the house. andrea perked up, making sure she hadn’t misread the time, but she remembered she wouldn’t mind earlier company. a flutter of.. nervousness? happiness? want? coursed through her stomach as she approached the door.

she peeked through the door hole to find emily standing there with a hand behind her back. andrea smiled and unlocked the door to open it for her, smile only increasing at the actual sight of her outside of formalities.

“hiya andy!” emily squeals, andrea immediately bringing her in for a hug. after they pull away, emily reveals her hidden hand, a decently sized bouquet of roses in her grasp. andrea gasped, eyes practically shining at the sight.

“oh emily! these are so beautiful..! thank you, so much! please, come in, make yourself comfortable!” andrea couldn’t stop cheezing. emily smiled slyly after handing her the flowers.

emily, after taking off her shoes, took a moment to analyze andrea’s place. at the same time, andrea took a moment to look at how emily was dressed. with her usual dedicated hairstyle, she wore silver hoop earrings, a pretty necklace with a simple stone at the bottom of it, a navy blue top with a hint of her lacy black bra peeking out and some simple blue jeans. andrea hummed unconsciously, tearing her gaze away from emily.

andrea wore a white tank top, a black bra underneath that she forgot to discard but she didn’t care anymore, and some dark blue jean shorts, and the rest of her legs were bare. her hair was up in a bun.

emily smiled and began talking again, “i love your apartment, andy. it’s real nice in here!” she walked around as if it was so familiar to her, andrea accompanied her to the kitchen where stools stood next to the kitchen island, a small barricade from the ovens and cutting boards.

emily took a seat across from where andrea stood, finalizing the charcuterie board. she smiled as she watched andrea’s fingers move. “i love these,” emily hummed, gazing at the pallet. andrea smiled sheepishly, a small pang of pride inside her, “i’m glad you do. and i’m also so glad you could make it! it’s been a while since i’ve had somebody over and actually cooked for them that wasn’t my best friend.” andrea spoke truthfully, an interested hum from emily’s part.

“you enjoy cooking for others, then?” emily raises an eyebrow. “i guess we can count that as a way of you paying me back.” she smiles, a knowing one. andrea paused when she noticed the flowers were still laid on the counter, so she quickly swooped them up, poured a bit of water into a vase and gently dunked the stems into it, a prettier use of her stilled vase now. “i love roses.” andrea hummed, taking a second to sniff them. emily chuckled.

andrea finalized the board and slid them over to where emily was sat, the other woman perking up immediately. “et voilà! we have cheeses, dried fruits, crackers and chips. as an entree.” andrea smiled proudly, moving back for the bottle of wine. “and of course,” she enunciated the object in her hand. “some red wine that could never go wrong.” she slid two wine glasses in front of her, pouring them flawlessly and handing one to emily.

“thank you very much, pretty girl.” emily purred with a grateful smile. andrea sat on the stool next to emily’s, holding her wine glass up to eye level to cheers with her. emily did so with a smile. “thank you for having me, andy. i always appreciate an invitation, even for the little things.” emily hummed, sipping on the wine slowly. andrea nodded and waved dismissively, “oh please, i’m even surprised you showed up!” the both of them laugh.

minutes passed, a good half hour and more, the charcuterie board only had a few bits left. they’d talked a lot those about everything possible. last moments. they were both only one half glass of wine in. andrea had gotten up to plate the risotto she made, eliciting a gasp from emily. “i love risotto! what a lucky guess, huh?” she said excitedly. andrea squealed, delighted from her unusually lucky intuition. she topped it up with an edible flower for the both of them and served the dish for the both of them.

“oh wow, i feel bad for even eating this.. it looks so pretty, andy.” emily faux pouted, it immediately dropping to a sly smile as she grabbed her fork. andrea laughed and shook her head. “oh please, eat up!”

emily took a bite and moaned, the taste of andrea’s food heavenly. andrea froze her a second, a shy little laugh escaping her mouth before she stuffed it instead of commenting. “this—” emily hummed after swallowing it down, “is absolutely delicious.” andrea smiled into her hand, silently accepting the compliment. andrea grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring themselves another glass. “i’m starting to think i need to come over for more meals now.” emily mumbled, eyeing andrea’s bashful gaze.

a while after, jazz playlist on loop, plates finished and washed, wine glasses in hand with the bottle on standby, they both sat comfortably on andrea’s white velvet couch. they rambled on about so many things during this whole process that they were now finishing up on.

emily started talking about her trainees, how she got them through to finally being able to take care of themselves and their bodies. the truth is, andrea was very interested in emily’s work, just oddly not enough when it came to the other women she trained.

andrea loved having emily as her trainer, wanted it to go on forever, so for emily to mention that at some point it does end made her almost a little furious. she ignored that feeling, trying to pay attention to what emily was speaking about but was unfortunately caught by the fact she was completely staring from emily’s lacy bra to her neck until her eyes landed on emily’s lips.

emily hummed, amused. but instead of coming up with something smart to say, “what’s wrong andy? everything alright babe?” she searches andrea’s eyes, leaning a little closer to her. andrea shook her head, a small gasp escaping her lips. “mm— sorry, got caught in my head there for a second.” andrea smiled.

emily nodded as well, then grabbing at the wine bottles neck. “you want any more, sweetheart?” she offered to the woman across from her, who sat with her legs folded beneath her, almost kneeling. andrea shook her hand, but just before emily set the bottle back down, “wait—”

emily perked up, halting her movements. “i mean.. i’d like some.” andrea breathed out before emily motioned the bottle back towards her. “wait— just not.. in the glass.”

emily looked puzzled at andrea for a second, trying to tell what she meant. she watched as andrea sat her wine glass down on the wooden bench in front of her, then sat back up, a little closer to emily now. andrea looked at emily with impossibly glossyish eyes, moving the bottle in emily’s hand so the capsule of it faced her lips. emily now understood what andrea wanted, a cynical smile spreading across her mouth.

“aw.. how cute. you want me to pour this into your mouth baby?” emily buzzed, chuckling lowly as andrea shook her head like a desperate puppy. “say please.”

andrea could feel the goosebumps that ghosted across her body, finding the word in her brain. “please.. em.” she whined hazily.

emily hummed contently, pressing the closure of the bottle to her lips. andrea parted them just a little, enough to fit it halfway past her lips. emily felt everything at the sight, crossing her legs slowly. she watched as the red liquid poured into andrea’s mouth, how her eyes slightly fluttered shut, how her hips stuttered lightly and how her neck moved while she swallowed.

emily after a few seconds pulled the bottle away from andrea’s lips, leaving it on the bench, a satisfied smile on both of the women’s faces. before they could comment anything, a drop of wine rolled down andrea’s chin, threatening to drip onto the white fabric of her couch.

emily immediately shifted impossibly close to andrea, one hand cupping her jaw to lick up her chin to her bottom lip before kissing her once, softly. she pulled away, carefully analyzing andrea’s expression. when emily saw nothing but pure want and desire on andrea’s face, she pushed herself forward and kissed andrea again, the action more intense this time.

andrea moaned into the feverish kiss, grasping at emily’s shoulders. emily hummed, incredibly satisfied at the other woman’s reactions. her hands snaked to andrea’s hips, pulling her impossibly closer.

andrea panted as they pulled away for a moment, eyes both searching each others. andrea whined as emily dragged her over onto her lap, each one of her legs on either side of her left thigh. emily’s right hand rested on andrea’s bare legs, the left one pulling her by the neckline of her shirt back into her kiss.

andrea moaned, the sound muffled and short as emily’s hand inched higher up her thigh to rest on her hip again. to emily’s sweet surprise, she gasped when andrea’s hips stammered, evoking a low moan from the woman.

emily’s eyes went darker at the sight and the sound, her grip on andrea’s hip a little tighter now. andrea looked down at her with wide eyes, a heaving chest and whimpers pooling out of her lips. all of this turned emily on to the extreme.

“you better fuckin’ move if you really want this, andy.” emily murmured out, her voice low. andrea whined and allowed herself to let her hips rock back and forth just gently for now.

andrea bit down on her lip, stifling any loud noise that could pop out of her. emily didn’t want any of that and glared up at her. “let me hear you, baby, come on.” she solicited out.

to her immediate command, the noises andrea made stopped being hushed and hidden but only much louder now. “there we go, that’s a good girl.” emily purred out while snaking her hands up andrea’s sides, caressing them only to get andrea writhing and whining even more.

“greedy are we?” emily said, amused, “tell me, andrea.” she sat up, not moving her legs. she didn’t dare to. “feels.. mm..” andrea groaned out, letting her head fall back just a bit, a gasp following out right after.

emily moaned just a little too, turned on by the sight in front of her. “i can feel how wet you are, andy.” emily hummed, dragging her closer by the hands that held her sides. before andrea could retaliate, their lips were pressed together yet again.

andrea didn’t dare to stop moving her hips, the friction of the jean material they were both wearing and the incredibly sexy woman she was straddling drove her further. “look at the mess you’re making, baby.” emily purred, her voice like silk to andrea’s malfunctioning brain.

andrea whined, hips writhing faster as she pulled away from the close embrace of emily’s neck that she’d left a few shameless lipstick marks on. “are you close, sweetheart?” emily teased, caressing right over andrea’s abdomen, eliciting a string of pleads and curses.

“take it, andrea, take everything you need.” drove andrea straight to her peak, high whines and tears welling up in her eyes as she panted. emily grabbed at her andrea’s chin, pulling her in for a kiss as andrea moaned helplessly.

emily could feel andrea going over the edge, so just to help her, she pulled away and spat onto her tongue. an aroused yelp left andrea’s mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks and the small pool of saliva sat on her tongue. “yeah baby? you feelin’ good? swallow.” and andrea did. a long, low moan grumbled out of andrea as she composed herself on emily’s lap.

emily, who felt as equally turned on, sat there with the biggest smirk on her face, caressing andrea’s back. “you made such a mess, baby.” she teased again, a whine heard from her shoulder by andrea.

andrea hid her face, incredibly embarrassed by what went down, even though it was all she craved. emily grabbed at andrea’s chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. “don’t be shy now, andy, you were so good for me.” she played with a string of andrea’s hair.

andrea stared down at emily with big eyes, still feeling everything from her high. her lips were slightly parted while she stared at emily, who looked up at her so smugly. andrea wanted to give her something back. urgently.

andrea hummed slightly, pushing on emily’s shoulders. emily raises an eyebrow. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” she questions while andrea climbs off of emily’s lap. emily doesn’t complain, just watches whatever came into andrea’s mind.

sachs’ knees hit the carpeted floor, her arms by her sides. andrea looked up at emily, eyes practically sparkling. emily’s smile grew a little wider, leaning forward and resting her arms against her own knees.

“what’re you doing down there baby? you’re so eager to please me huh?” emily purred, a hand coming forward to caress andrea’s face, sliding up to her head. “i wanted.. to find a way to.. you know, pay you back..?” andrea hummed, snaking her hands to emily’s jean covered thighs.

emily had this sickeningly amused look on her face, bringing her hand back to andrea’s jaw. “i think… we can figure something out.” emily breathed before tracing two fingers over her jawline and close to her lips.

breath quickening, andrea’s lips parted slightly when emily’s index and middle finger tapped against them. emily smiled, the type of smile you’d expect when you just won a huge duel. “open.” emily ordered, andrea complied.

“tongue out, baby.” emily oozed, eyes shining when she saw andrea’s pink tongue sliding past her lower lip. emily teasingly slid her fingers over her tongue, wettening her fingers. which elicited a small moan from andrea. she dragged her fingers away from andrea’s mouth to her own lips, tasting sachs’ spit in her mouth.

“so fucking delicious.” emily groans, lowering her hand back down to andrea’s face, fingers meeting her wettened lips. andrea whimpered, never having moved her head an inch. another pathetic moan left her mouth when she felt emily’s fingers slide on her tongue, instinctively closing her lips around them.

emily chuckled, amused she got the memo. the sparkle in her eyes increased when she murmured one single command, “suck.”

andrea immediately got to it, her tongue lapping over the woman’s fingers in mouth. she could taste herself on them, making her press her thighs together. andrea hummed lightly while doing so, looking up at emily every 3 seconds.

emily smirked, leaned forward to really get a look at how andrea was handling this. she was on her knees, thighs squeezed together, chest heaving slightly while her eyes shone with want and tears. a devious thought entered emily’s mind.

she pushed her fingers deeper into andrea’s mouth, heading a noise of surprise from her throat. it made emily laugh, laugh from how aroused and ecstatic this moment made her feel. the two of these women were so distracted with themselves that they didn’t even start to realize the absolute downpour happening outside of andrea’s apartment.

emily lured her fingers just a little deeper to try and make andrea make that noise she so desperately wanted to her, and luckily for her, she did. andrea choked up, a small gag eliciting from her throat. emily pulled her fingers away with a satisfied smirk, bringing her fingers back up to her own mouth and sucking off all of andrea’s saliva.

andrea panted, catching her breath. she looked up at emily with glossy eyes, a small yelp of surprise escaping her when emily pulled her up from her knees and onto her lap by the brim of her tank top. emily urgently pressed her lips against andrea’s, a sloppy kiss that showed both of the women’s desperation for one another.

it was only until then that they both heard the rain pouring outside of andrea’s living room, eyes darting to the windows. andrea groaned after pulling away from emily’s lips.

“fuck, i didn’t bring an umbrella.” emily mumbled, having figured she could walk since they didn’t live that far from each other. andrea hummed but then looked back at emily. “hey, that’s fine, you could.. uh. sleep over, if you want?” she sped over her words, a sheepish tone along with her words.

emily smiled widely, “you’d let me sleep over, andy? that’s so sweet.. i’m so sure i could call an uber, though?—”

“no, please. i insist, sleep over!” andrea looked down at her from where she was on her lap, emily softly caressing her hip. emily sighed with a ‘fine, i’ll do it’ expression on her face. “okay, okay, you win pretty girl. i don’t have any clothes, however.” she stated and andrea immediately got back to blabbering.

“it’s fine! you could wear one of my hoodies— so you won’t get cold of course, or tank tops, or whatever you want! come on, i’ll show you to my room.” andrea climbed off of emily’s lap and onto her feet, grabbing at the woman’s hand. emily smiled softly and let andrea lead the way to her bedroom.

andrea winced as she rolled around in her bed, having just fulfilled her duties of the day and was now allowing herself to relax. her muscles were still sore from all of her walking, and not to mention her workout with emily from last week.

she closed her eyes to reminisce, as if that was going to help anything. the awkward moment she had with her post-session in the changing room was something she blocked out for her own mental health, but everything else about that day just was something perfect.

andrea groaned a little when she heard a chime coming from her phone, picking it up with furrowed eyebrows. her expression quickly changed when she saw who messaged her.

@️emilycharlton — Hi darling, just checking up on you, any progress on that video I gave you? You’re still showing up tomorrow right? Let me know. <3

andrea couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped her lips as she mindlessly rocked her legs around. she quickly replied back to emily.

@️andreasachs — hey emily! i’ve done the exercises you sent me over the weekend, they helped tons…. thank you!! i will be seeing you tomorrow :))

andrea sent the message and tossed her phone to the side, rolling over onto her back. her brown eyes bored into the ceiling while thinking about emily. she hummed whenever she remembered how many pet names emily’d used on her. or about how emily was oh so gentle while correcting her. or those goddamn tight gym clothes that practically tortured andreas eyes.

andrea only realized how far into this trance she was when she noticed how her breath heaved and hands lazily paused above her sweatpants waistband. she groaned to herself and turned over to her side, trying to block out any memory of emily to try and get some sleep for tomorrow.

interrupted from her peaceful unconsciousness, andreas alarm blared throughout her room, startling andrea enough to shoot her arm up and slam the clock off. she groaned as she slumped off of bed lazily after contemplating her life decisions.

andrea splashed her face with cold water in her bathroom, deciding to get herself together and eat something before leaving for the gym. after having that moment in her bathroom, she heads to the kitchen and prepares her usual breakfast for herself and savors it while she checks her instagram feed.

her friends post pictures about their daily life, cute get-ready-with-mes that andrea reacts with little hearts to always. emily charlton posted a mirror picture of her figure in full display, wearing her trademark black gym top and shorts. the sunrise hued through what andrea could assume was her room. ‘Miss me yet?’ was written next to her mirror. a drop of maple syrup from andrea’s pancake splat onto her plate before she could actually like the story.

after finishing her breakfast, andrea grabbed her keys and wallet and immediately headed out the door of her apartment and left for the gym.

andrea walked into the cool air of the familiar ac again, heading straight for the changing room. she packed her stuff into her locker, grabbing a simple pair of leggings and a top and going to change in one of the empty stalls, which she made sure to lock now after last time.

andrea rapidly changed and waltzed over to the mirrors to check out her face, noticing the door opening from behind her reflection. as if on cue, “andy!” emily squealed with a smile on her face. emily stepped closer to her and gave her a hug from behind, arms wrapped around her stomach. andrea smiled bashfully, a choked up laugh leaving her mouth when she felt emily’s chest press against her back. andrea had to force herself from biting her lip at the mindless action. “hey, emily! ah— i was about to come find you.”

emily hummed and pulled away, holding herself up with one hand against the bathroom counter. “i guess i did that for you, huh? come on, i need to know what you did over the week.” her hand quickly took andrea’s and they both left the changing room.

the two of them stopped by the familiar spot of emily’s corner of the gym, sitting down on opposite sides of each other. “tell me sweetheart,” emily began, glaring into andrea’s wide eyes, “how’d those videos help? do you feel like it did anything for you? i did some special research to find the best videos for you.”

andrea thought back to herself watching those videos once a day, doing everything the way it was instructed then looked down at her abdomen. andrea innocently pushed down just a little bit of her gyms legging waistband to show her toned abs. andrea was surprised with her quick progress. obviously oblivious enough to not notice emily biting down on her finger, eyes zeroing in on andrea’s figure. emily cleared her throat before andrea started speaking again.

“honestly, emily, i don’t where you found these god sent videos, but they worked wonders!” andrea chirped, “i swear i don’t know how you do it, i thought i searched everything but i guess not!” she finished, hands resting on her lap.

emily smiled slyly and nodded, “mmhm, well, i only get the best for my clients.” she purred and stood up, “now, andy, i want you to do 15 push ups and 15 sit ups. can you do that for me darling?” she stood over andrea, who had almost the same expression as a puppy with those wide brown eyes of hers. “yeah.. mhm!” andrea mumbled and made her way to the mat on the floor.

emily stood over her, watching her every move, making sure she had her technique right. surprisingly for emily, andrea had her push up form right, so this bit was just a bit of a treat. emily’s ears perked up with the sound of andrea’s breaths coming in short, slight sounds of struggle.

andrea groaned after successfully getting over 15 push ups and laid on the ground before bracing her legs for sit ups. she was getting into position and was stopped before she could start by emily’s noise of disapproval. andrea froze when she felt emily’s right shoe between the two of hers.

“spread these a little more.” emily instructed, voice low and steady. andrea could feel her stomach tingle by the tone of her voice, still obeying as if it was second nature. she shifted her legs apart just a bit. “good, that’s how you do it.” emily approved and waved her hand for andrea to continue.

andrea nodded, breath coming out shaky. she started to move, the first 8 coming along fine. it was until her 12th sit up that she felt it and paused, a small whine escaping her lips. emily held back every urge to smile or make some smart remark, but she couldn’t help herself. “aw, come on andy, you can do a few more right? you wanna impress me don’t you baby?”

andreas brain short circuited by the condescending tone of her voice, the way emily was staring down at her with that stupid smirk of hers. a small, pathetic whimper escaped her lips and she just nodded, almost immediately getting back to doing the exercise. “that’s it, good.” emily purred.

by the time andrea finished her sit ups, she laid down with her back flat against the mat. emily chuckled. “you did real good for me, andy.” she sat down next to andrea who caught her breath, chest heaving.

emily hummed and looked over andrea’s figure, lightly glistening with sweat. an impulsive thought acted on itself after she liked what she saw. emily brought two fingers over andrea’s stomach, slightly pressing them on her toned abs, coercing a louder whimper out from andrea’s mouth. emily smiled wide as if having just won the lottery.

andrea realized she’d just allowed herself to elicit that insanely pathetic noise to register aloud, turning her head away. her abs tensed up as emily still ran her fingertips over her sweat induced abdomen. another small gasp left her when emily took her hand away fully and stood up. “andrea, our times up. i’ll see you on friday, yeah?”

it was a wednesday, this week she had double sessions. andrea nodded, forcing out an answer from her currently non functioning brain. “mhm, yeah! i’ll.. i’ll see you friday..” andrea sighed, sitting up properly. emily smiled cunningly and turned on her heel to walk to the other side of the gym where the cafeteria was.

a while after, andrea slumped against her apartment door, having opened it just a second before. she took a deep breath before recomposing herself and walking inside and locking the door behind her.

andrea dropped her bag on her white velvet couch, leaving her keys on her kitchen counter before going to the bathroom to shower. she stripped her clothes off and turned the warm water on. she let out a soft sigh, feeling her muscles relax under the warmth of the liquid.

her head now soaked, she gently scrubbed her head with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo, humming at the feeling. andrea got to washing over her body while her conditioner sat. she delicately ran her hands over her skin, shivering just a little when she remembered how emily touched her today.

a thought crept into her head, ‘is she like this with all of the women she trains?’ her eyebrows furrowed. she shook her head, not giving too much thought to it. her mind wandered elsewhere, to how emily pressed herself against andrea’s back, how emily ordered her to spread her legs a little, how emily looked at her while she was on the gym floor.

her breath heaved, eyes fluttering open to her hand resting right by her inner thigh. she whined and moved it away, although that’s not what she entirely wanted. she just decided to take the rest of her hair products out of her hair and get out of the shower.

andrea dried herself off, got changed, and ordered some takeout instead of cooking for herself tonight. she liked it, but she felt too tired. while andrea waited for her food to arrive, she ran through her messages, texting her friends back then liking their posts on instagram.

she laughed to herself when she saw her best friends story, the usual one liner that got her about the art gallery she owned. andrea went through other people’s stories, strangers, distant friends and whoever came next.

her food arrived, she ate, and went to her bed.

emily charlton had just posted a story, a photo of herself from the neck down to her waist. a close up, if you will. she had a black dress on, with a very pronounced cleavage. ‘Off the clock.’ was captioned at the bottom. 26s ago.

and guess what? andrea sachs had accidentally replied to the story with a fucking heart eyes reaction. 29 seconds after emily charlton posted it. a pang of regret and a groan of idiocy escaped her mouth, eyes widening in pure shame. her fingers immediately darted to go and text the woman.

to her surprise, a direct message notification popped up on andrea’s screen from emily before she even sent a half-assed apology.

@️emilycharlton — “You can’t get enough of me, huh?”

andrea felt her body physically ache. worse than what she felt after leaving the gym. her blood ran hot, a surprised moan leaving her lips. andrea raised an eyebrow, immediately thinking of what to say. her leg rocked ever so gently.

@️andreasachs — “oh my god i am SO sorry i did NOT mean to press that i’m so embarrassed??? but i mean, who couldn’t resist you?”

andrea felt confident in her message, still heavily feeling the stupidness of her action. she felt a lot less confident but a lot more nervous with emily’s reply.

@️emilycharlton — “Cute. I’ll make sure to post more pictures of tonight.”

andrea immediately turned off her phone and let it drop to the carpet that laid under her bed. she squealed to herself, hiding her face away. god, everything about this woman drove her crazy.

andrea quickly picked up her phone off the floor, clearing her throat after returning back to her semi-normal state. she flopped back into her bed, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. emily wouldn’t leave her mind. which only made andrea’s need for her more intense.

her breath was slightly labored, laid down with both knees up. she was very aware of what thoughts were going on in her mind. her fingertips made small circle movements around her abdomen. a small hum leaving her lips. they edged around her sweatpants waistband. the thought of emily made andrea’s fingertips tremble. andrea moaned.

andrea huffed as she pulled open the doors to her local gym, stepping inside to where the cold ac was blowing through the space. she stepped over to the reception, leaning over to speak with the woman typing away on the computer. “hi, andrea sachs, i’d like to get a membership card? i’m starting out here.” andrea smiled and the lady helped her out.

andrea had been doing workouts at home, wanting to get a better routine and a better look. to which, to be fair, wasn’t needed. andrea already had a stunning body but she always wanted to take care of herself.

the only issue was, the trainers she'd been seeing were either not what she was looking for, or just didn't seem to have the right ideas as she had. fortunately, luck had stricked her when she found emily charlton.

emily charlton wasn’t just any personal trainer, no. she specialized in abdomen strength, biceps and fixing postures. that checked all of andrea’s boxes so she immediately got in contact with her.

fortunately for andrea, emily was available and was enthusiastic about helping her out since they both didn't live far from the gym. what andrea didn't admit was that some late nights atter planning schedules with charlton, she’d stay up late looking through old highlights and posts. emily was undeniably gorgeous, which only made andrea more nervous when it came to meeting her in person for the first time.

andrea tapped her fingers atop the cold countertop, humming to herself while she waited for the other woman to come get her. quickly broken out of her daze when she heard that sweet voice she’d heard in voice messages, andrea turned her head when her name was called, “andrea sachs?”

a few steps away stood emily, hands on her hips. wearing casual gym attire, impossibly tight leggings and an even tighter top. her hair was half up half down, the usual look she chose for the gym as andrea knew it. a sly smile plastered on her face when her gaze met andrea’s, she brung her hand to shoulder level, motioning for andrea to come closer with her index and middle finger. andrea was immediately pulled internally toward emily.

emily pulled andrea in for a hug, caressing her back. “it’s so great to finally meet you, darling!”emily said with her classic enthusiastic voice, humming when she felt andrea hug her back. “sorry, ‘m a sucker for physical touch. clearly.” emily snickered after pulling away, leaving her hands on andrea’s shoulders.

andrea was very slightly dumbfounded, but nonetheless appreciated the woman's hug. "yeah, i’m so excited to be doing this! you have no idea, i’ve been searching through trainers for ages and.. ugh, it’s just so great to be here, with you!" andrea rambled a little, a stupid grin on her face. emily chuckled and patted andrea’s shoulder twice before starting to walk off, "cmon, let me show you around before we start."

as promised, emily showed andrea around every corner of the gym possible, leading up to the changing rooms where they both stood now. “and here, of course, is where you get changed, shower or whatever other business you have to be doing, honestly.” emily instructed to a nodding andrea who looked around. andrea looked down at herself. she was still dressed far too professionally for a gym setting. she looked at emily with an awkward smile to which emily laughed, waving a hand. “don’t be shy, go get changed, i’ll wait out here for ya.”

andrea hummed and walked over to an empty stall and immediately got to it. she also took this moment to reorganize her thoughts. while emily showed her around she couldn't help but get lost in the way emily spoke. her voice was so smooth, like some dangerous velvet blanket that could trap you forever. andrea didn't even want to get started on her eyes, and especially not her arms. she let out a breath and got back to changing into some simple gym attire.

emily perked up when she heard a door opening behind her, amused by what followed along. andrea looked incredibly cute in her clothes, emily thought to herself. she wasn't going to let herself get carried away.. not yet at least. andrea had a nice figure, stuff that emily enjoyed working with.

emily hummed and waved andrea over to follow her, to which she immediately did. emily lead the two of them to a more secluded spot in the gym, where mirrors stood against all walls with equipment scattered around the floor. “welcome to my playground,” emily smiled, sitting on the bench where weights sat behind her. the two women talked about prior experiments, both with practice or just normal exercises. emily had to know exactly what andrea was doing so she could figure something out for her.

“so, show me how’d you lift these.” emily walked over to a pair of weights and stood there, waiting for andrea to comply. andrea stood over them before bending down to lift them, holding in some manner she learnt from videos she watched on how to exercise her arms. andrea began some decent lifting to which emily almost immediately pursed her lips.

“mm-mm, you can stop for sec, sweetheart.”emily hummed before approaching andrea, “is it alright if i touch you?” she spoke sweetly. andrea was slightly starstruck, thinking it was normal for trainers to just go ahead and have their way, but for emily to be asking to touch her made andrea's head spin just a little. andrea nodded, a breathless “uh-huh,” escaped her lips before her eyes darted to emily in the mirror.

emily smirked a little at andrea’s little reaction to her, but had to keep herself serious for a second. she corrected andrea's stance, bringing her hand to andrea's shoulder. andrea couldn't help but let out a small shakily breath, immediately paying attention to what emily was explaining to her.

“move your forearm to the side a little,” emily hummed, watching as andrea adhered. “good, now tighten your grip on the bar.” andrea followed her instructions, when having it done right she heard a satisfied noise from behind her ear. “feels better now, right?” emily pats andrea’s hip, which only makes andrea’s body feel heavier. just little though, luckily. “show me, now, that you've got it.” emily purrs. andrea hums and gets on with it.

with a few pants, andrea manages to get past 20 lifts while emily watches with an amused expression on her face, which andrea could only take as pride. andrea carefully sets the weights back on the floor and huffs. “that's it, atta girl!” emily chirps, standing back up and stepping toward andrea.

emily's hand sat on andrea’s shoulder, caressing it. “you did real good, i can tell you’re gonna a be a treat to train.” emily murmured, playing with a single strand of andrea’s hair. andrea, who’s now sort of freaking out internally, just gives back a bashful smile. “so, andy— can i call you andy?” emily gasped, as if just having solved an impossible equation. “i don’t mind it.” andrea nods to which emily smiles. “andy, you’re awfully sweaty dear. you wanna hit the showers? i wouldn’t mind one right now either.” emily questioned.

a question that is perfectly innocent. nothing wrong with it. just the way that emily spurred the words out into andrea’s brain that made it malfunction just a bit. andrea stumbled over her words, a small blush creeping onto her face. “uh— i, yeah! yeah, a showers.. fine. mhm.” andrea mananged to get out. emily hummed in amusement, walking off, andrea quickly following behind like a puppy.

they both walk into the empty changing room, emily waltzes over to her locker while andrea heads to the sink to wash her hands. emily rummages through her bag and pulls out a fresh pair of gym clothes, always carrying two or three with her. andrea then heads to her own locker and pulls out her own clothes again.

andrea looks over her shoulder, having noticed emily momentarily disappeared. she looks around only to find emily wrapped up in a towel. andrea almost dropped everything she was holding in her hands, suddenly feeling very weak when she saw the woman’s back. incredibly defined, emily’s hair was up in a high ponytail as if she were trying to show off.

andrea tried to tear her gaze away from emily, only to be met with a low chuckle that seemingly echoed through the room. “i know you’re staring, andrea.” emily purred, looking straight at andrea through the mirrors reflection.

andrea tried to retaliate, except no actual words left her mouth and she just looked away. she clutched her belongings extra closely to her before rushing to an empty shower.

emily smiled to herself, endeared by andrea’s shy nature. she couldn’t help but feel a tingle in her stomach knowing she’d have this woman around her in this setting for much longer.

andrea pressed her back against the cold wall of the shower, not having noticed she didn’t lock the stall door. she regulated her breathing, setting her clean clothes aside and turning on the shower to a hot temperature. her towel had slid down to her waist, exposing her chest to the cold air of the changing room.

the frosty door opened very unexpectedly, two synchronized gasps erupted from both andrea and emily, andrea grasped at her towel, dragging it back up to cover herself completely. emily let out an apologetic laugh, “i’m so sorry! you didn’t lock this one, andy!” emily exclaimed.

“oh my god— i’m an idiot, no, i’m sorry emily..” andrea groaned, turning away shamefully. emily just sighed and closed the door. “i’ll see you at our next sessions, right sweetheart?” emily’s voice rang through the showers area and andrea yelped out, “yea—yeah! i’ll.. i’ll see you..”

truth be told, andrea couldn’t wait already for more training with emily. she was already aching to lay in bed and think about her until then.

emilys perfectly manicured nails grazed the barre lazily as they trained their arabesques high. with everything she had inside of her, emily held her breath, not daring to make a sound at any time of the lesson.

emily charlton was one of the best dancers at the studio, even claimed true by most of the directors who taught her along the many years of her career. emily was disciplined, cold and very striking on the stage. emily taught herself that friends were distractions, and didn’t allow herself to have any inside the studio, and even less outside it. these thoughts coursed through emily’s head every day, the need for approval crucial to her whole existence.

emily longed for the praise that came by from her director by the end of the daily two and a half hours of class, words of endorsement that encouraged her to stay alive. without her dance, without that rush of energy that is turning, spinning, running and performing she’d consider herself useless.

class was dismissed for two minutes for exactly two reasons; water and air. emily caught her breath, regulating herself before stepping silently to the bathrooms.

emily locks the door behind her before slamming her hands against the wet ish sink, a growl of anger leaving her mouth. she looked herself in the mirror, eyes slightly welled up with tears of bitterness.

for the past month a new student, andrea sachs, had joined the company. she claimed to never have done ballet in her life, but every conversation she has with the girls in class consists of her history as a kid with ballet. that already explains everything.

andrea sachs knew what she was doing. that’s what bothered emily charlton. how andrea waltzed in, insisting that she didn’t know anything, yet absolutely tearing year long students to shreds when it’s time for a choreography.

that infuriated emily. she couldn’t stand even looking at her through the mirror when they’re in class together. and what got emily going even more now was the incline her current and favorite director, miranda priestly, with andrea sachs.

the thing was, up until the very day andrea stepped inside the studio, miranda adored emily. in almost every exercise the classes do, emily was the example. emily had the three most important leads in three different ballets.

everything emily did, miranda was there fawning over her. until the unfaithful day andrea walked inside and turned emily’s life upside down.

emily grumbled before splashing cold water from the steel sink on her face and unlocked the bathroom door, leaving as if nothing ever bothered her.

she stumbled carefully back to her designated spot by the barre only to halt completely just two steps away. andrea was standing right next to where she does. emily could feel her blood boil in that exact moment. her jaw tightened as she took in a deep breath, deciding the studio wasn’t a place to cause a scene.

emily had her classic cold expression on her face and simply walked past andrea like she didn’t exist.

andrea knew something was off about the way emily acted around her, the woman did everything to try to avoid her. andrea wasn’t sure why, however. she still decided to try and push her luck to befriend emily, no matter hard that may be. andrea admired emilys posture.

the next exercise came in quick, all students set their right hands upon the barre. the typical situation where the director comes to check if all dancers are following the movements correctly.

emily was undoubtedly the most flexible in class, doing entirely flawless battements perfectly on beat to the classic piano playing, surrrounding the classroom.

her cold demeanor iced up more as it was when she noticed her director approaching her section of the barre. emily kept up her sequence, using all of her strength. she was ready to hear miranda’s words of praise, ones she dreamt of all bloody day long.

emily watched as miranda stepped near andrea, her ears perking up to listen close to every word. she could physically feel her blood boiling with what she heard.

“good, andrea. i see you’ve been practicing what i passed you this weekend. i’m glad somebody studies.” priestly spoke coldly, but with a tone of kindness toward andrea. it drove emily insane. she bottled up all kind of possible emotion that could be expressed in that moment and shoved it away in her brain.

emily kept up with her choreography, waiting for miranda to finish speaking with andrea. her mind had already tuned that vision out so she could focus and not lose herself there.

miranda stepped closer to emily now, the moment that she anticipated finally coming.

emily had been training restlessly for the lead in the black swan, the white swan. it was her dreamt role, the one she fantasied about ever since she was a kid. emily stayed up late five times a week, watching the same old tapes of the mildly recorded footage of the ballerina she saw when she was five.

when emily failed, she just hit rewind and did it again, and again, and again. until her feet gave up from the pain. she just dug them into a bucket of ice and repeated the process the next night.

miranda knew this, of her tireless effort for this huge project. priestly, of course, was the one to encourage her to audition. and when emily passed to the final choices of the white swan, she couldn’t be happier. that was until andrea arrived at the ballet school.

emily tried to ignore mirandas gaze over her, she could feel the iciness of her blue eyes watching every move she made. emily didn’t dare to stop, only freezing a bit when instead of miranda speaking to her, miranda only nodded and hummed dismissively.

something inside emily broke at that very moment, her leg faltering her balance for a split second. emily held herself together intensely, not allowing anyone to see that short moment of weakness.

opposite of her exterior, however, her mind spiraled. ‘why didn’t mrs. priestly say anything? did i do something wrong? she usually always takes this moment to talk to me..? am i failing? what’s happening right now?’

her mind repeated unsteadily, forcing a sigh out of emily’s mouth. she immediately shook her head and decided to stare at the wall instead, distracting herself.

time passed, students started leaving the studio but six remained by miranda’s command. emily tapped her foot anxiously against the rubber floor, her hands fidgeting restlessly. she hadn’t felt this nervous in ages.

it only increased when miranda returned into the room with the six girls with a paper that read ‘SWAN LAKE — WHITE SWAN ROLE’. emilys eyes widened for a moment, looking around at the other girls’ expressions.

emily was extra disappointed when she saw andrea standing between the other four girls along with emily. she placed her hands on her hip, holding back a classic eye roll.

miranda cleared her throat, the sound practically echoing through the vast studio. six girls stood almost frozen, one of them about to realize their dream. priestly flipped through the small pages, fixing the glasses on her face to read the name underneath the lead role.

“the girl that will be playing the white swan during this years swan lake is..” miranda began, as if about the announce the oscar for the best picture. as if on cue, all girls held their breaths.

“andrea sachs, emily charlton will be playing her… antagonist, the black swan.” miranda smiled toward andrea while reality collapsed in on itself for emily. she immediately spun on her heel and pulled herself toward the door to leave, trying to block out all the celebration for andreas great achievement, not bothering to cheer for her own accomplishment.

tears pooled in emilys eyes, some streaming down her eyes. tears of deception, of anger, of.. something she didn’t want to pinpoint yet.

she slammed the bathroom door shut after letting herself in, pressing her back against the wall. emily panted, catching her breath so she wouldn’t faint from hatred. she braced herself on the sinks edge.

“FUCK!” emily slammed her hands against the countertop, the pain numb to her. it was nothing compared to the endless nights she spent working heavily on every single god forsaken movement of the white swan.

and all of those months spent eating only to keep herself going for her to end up playing the mortal enemy of her desired role?

emily was downright furious, strings of curses escaped her rambling mouth. she couldn’t bring herself to look at herself in the mirror, afraid of what she’d witness. her daze was cut short when she heard three knocks at the door.

emily did her best to compose herself, rapidly wiping away the tears that stained her face. her expression was her usual cold one, with only a hint of watery eyes.

she calmly opened the door, only for all that calculated calmness to leave the second her gaze landed on andrea sachs. an infuriated look took over her face before andrea could utter a word, and dragged andrea inside the bathroom with her.

“you,” emily began, her voice shaking. “where do i even begin with you?” she trapped andrea between her arms, the brunette pressed against the wall. andrea caught her breath, surprised by this being their first actual interaction. all andrea knew was that emily was not happy with her.

“andrea sachs, the bombshell that appeared from bloody no where and just exploded,” emily spat at her, “who the hell do you think you are?”

andrea stared into emilys eyes, unsure of how to respond to any of this. “emily i— i don’t even.. know you..” she whispers, only then emily realizing how harsh she was being.

emily backed away from andrea, catching her own breath. “if only you knew—” emilys voice broke, a crack of vulnerability spreading through her, “how much i did not need you here at this moment.” emily stared at her, anger obvious in her gaze.

andrea admittedly did not know emily at all, but those words stung. “okay, wow, first off.” andrea furrowed her eyebrows. “i’m sorry miranda chose me for the white swan,” she pushed herself off the wall, stepping slowly toward emily. “maybe there was something that makes you the opposite of the chosen swan.” andrea hummed, matching her eyes.

that only infuriated emily more, making her pin the brunette back up against the wall yet again. “what the hell does that mean, andrea?” emily growled, genuine uncertainty in her tone.

“all i’m saying is,” andrea breathed, shifting a little since she was trapped by the redhead again. “you’ve got what it takes to be an absolutely cruel antagonist.”

emily didn’t know whether to take that as the biggest insult to her skills or as a compliment to her persona. emily couldn’t respond. all she did was breathe steadily as she searched andreas eyes for any kind of lie. but there was nothing she could read but pure truth and a hint of want.

emily pulled away, not responding the andreas comment. the anger in her being was still obvious. andrea stepped forward, looking herself in the mirror.

emily reached for the doorknob and muttered incensedly, “i can’t fucking wait to play your mortal enemy.” and left andrea alone in the bathroom.

andrea didn’t know if emily meant that for the ballet or for the whole time they had to act together in or out of the studio. either way, something about emily made andreas head spin.

andreas hands shook slightly as she washed them with cold water. she left the bathroom shortly after regaining her posture. her phone dialed, unexpectedly.

andrea grabbed at it, opening it to see an unknown number texting her. she raised an eyebrow, but her whole body felt hot as she read the message.

“don’t ask how i got your number, it doesn’t matter. don’t forget to not stumble whenever i’m near you. — emily charlton.”

“oh for crying out loud—” emily’s catchphrase escaped her lips as a war cry, annoyed with mirandas new assistant for the fifth time. ‘are all of these women that miranda hire really that incompetent?’ the redhead thought to herself, clutching her pure black coffee cup in irritation. emily couldn’t stand these girls that walked up to this kill-to-have job and being completely unprepared for it.

emily huffed as she slumped back in her desk chair, hands holding her head up. a long sigh deflated from her chest as if someone were to squeeze out the remaining air out from a balloon. on cue, the assistant ran out of mirandas office exclaiming, ‘i’ll be back soon!’ while sprinting away in some skimpy pink heels. emilys exhausted demeanor didn’t even bother telling her to go to nigel before anything.

a fleeting thought of andrea, her former co-worker who (surprisingly) escaped runway around two years ago, passed emilys racing mind. emily grumbled to herself when she remembered that the same andrea from her thoughts didn’t return her call a week after her departure.

as much as emily tried to deny it, hate andrea and refuse to even think as andrea as a potential colleague, the woman did try to call her. what for was a reason unknown, maybe she was trying to recover from nights of insomnia with the brunette coursing through her brain nonstop, or perhaps she just wanted a pal.

emily realized she was still at work at some point, shaking her head and dragging herself away from any potential thought of the ending she wanted. she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and got back to answering countless emails from collaborators.

the sunset hued through andrea’s apartment, the windows open allowing the evening breeze to flow into the walls of the living room. she hummed contently with a mug of steaming tea in her hand. andrea sat back into her couch, taking a long sip of the hot beverage that she puts on top of the coffee table to drag her laptop to her lap.

now that andrea had finally been able to settle in with the vanguard, writing papers that she finally felt confident to print, she felt satisfied with her job. she typed in her password, clicked on her browser and dragged out a draft she hadn’t finished the night before.

andrea didn’t think a lot about runway, more about the people that surrounded her while she worked there. miranda, nigel, of course.. and emily. the redhead was a tough case for andrea, considering how she treated sachs when she first started there. but as the weeks flew by, she had evolved a soft spot for her. andrea saw how emily worked, guessing how her brain racked in that environment.

andrea shook her head and stared at the bright computer screen that bored into her eyes, starting to type away mindlessly. she had received the offer to write something interesting about a new upcoming project for the vanguard, lucky enough to write its first piece, so she immediately started working away. andrea paused only to fuel herself with tea and a chocolate bar every now and then.

before she could process it, the time now read 11:25 on the bottom right corner of the device her hands worked tiredly on. an unpredicted yawn left andrea’s mouth as she scrolled through endless words. she analyzed every paragraph, making sure everything was spelled right and not missing any information, then she sent it through to her email to save it in its finalized form.

andrea stretched her arms above her head, a small squeal erupting from her lips. she felt relieved from having finished such an important task and now being able to relax. andrea hummed as she went through some of her opened tabs, clicking on twitter and laughing to herself when she saw some stupid meme about cats.

curiosity then peaked when she clicked on the small instagram icon, looking over her posts which were up for a while now. ordinary pictures of herself with her paper, pictures of her favorite drinks and walks along central park.

andrea remembered what she was thinking of when she clicked on a picture she took of the huge building where runway stood at the top. so, of course, she decided to go through the official magazines profile.

‘run by @️mirandapriestly’ and a link to runways official website sat underneath the layout. andrea smiled and remembered how miranda mentioned some people were going to work on online testing a while back. the profile itself was only following three people, and obviously, andrea clicked on it to see @️mirandapriestly, @️nigelkipling and @️emilycharlton as the only following.

andrea immediately checked the first two profiles to only be greeted by a blank profile for miranda, and a single post from nigel of his fabulous photo shoot for dolce & gabbana. she chuckled, ‘classic them’ andrea thought to herself. then she clicked on emilys profile.

for some reason, her heart beat a little faster when she saw a total of four posts on her page. the most recent one being a mirror selfie with an all black look for dior. andrea hummed, knowing dior was a favorite of emilys. two other pictures were casual, pictures of drinks and clothes.

her heart skipped a beat when andrea scrolled to the last post, taken in 2006. a picture of emily and andrea sat before modern andrea, her mouth slightly agape. she’d never known this photo was posted by emily. it was them, a few nights before paris, testing emilys new cellphone after having dropped it on pure new york concrete. they took a quote ‘silly’ picture together in front of the office mirror, emily rolling her eyes while andrea laughed.

andrea could remember that moment like it was yesterday. when it happened, emily was telling a short story about how one of mirandas last assistants managed to mix up periwinkle with pale iris, and walked out enraged when she heard miranda say her humiliating ‘that’s all’ one liner, andrea fell into a fit of laughter and emily couldn’t find that more.. irritating, by what she knew. andrea was very surprised to see it on emilys feed, nonetheless with the caption written only #ilovemyjob beneath the picture.

andrea couldn’t help but smile a little, tempted to press that little follow button. she made a promise to herself she wouldn’t contact anyone from runway after she left, however.

she didn’t realize the promise she made herself had been broken until she accidentally clicked on the little heart icon, adding her name to the liked by list. andreas heart sank and she muttered one single word, “fuck.”

emily groaned to herself after she got off a final call for the night, donatella always started to speak more than she should on work calls. charlton leaned back into her leather chair, rubbing her temples with her index and middle finger to reduce the will to throw a punch to whomever she sees first.

her computer screen was still lit up, a few unattended work emails laid unread and marked. emily hummed while lookin over the names of the unread until a small chime lightly startled her out of her internal fit of rage.

her eyes darted to the top right corner of her screen and what she read next was like a message from the angels above to her. a small gasp left her mouth as she fully processed it.

@️andreasachs liked your post.

emily did a double take, then a triple and a fourth. her eyes darted everywhere over that sentence. was someone pranking her? this couldn’t be real.

she carefully dragged her mouse onto the notification and clicked it, which directly lead her to andreas official account. emily sat there in silence, just staring at the picture of andrea with a piece of newspaper with her work on it.

“bloody hell..” emily didn’t know if she should curse herself or andrea. herself for clicking on her account or andrea for.. wait. why was andrea on emilys profile?

emily took a minute to think. was it by mistake? seems too hard to be a not-on-purpose situation. was there a fail in the system? no, it was too much of a coincidence to be a fail.

then why was andrea liking an old picture of the two of them? emily started to spiral in her mind, completely normal looking to whoever passed by her. another chime rung in her ear as she blinked, one that made the remaining air in emilys lungs run out.

@️andreasachs — “Hey Emily. I think you must’ve seen I liked your post on accident. I’m so completely sorry!!! I’ve gotten no sleep tonight and I was on a sugar peak… I know that has no correlation whatsoever but I just wanted to apologize. How are you? What do you say to drinks on Sat? Message me back if I didn’t freak you out!!!”

emily sat at her desk, mouth agape as she read andreas message. she hesitated, deeply. her finger lightly tapped over the message request, clearing her throat.

she caved, emily couldn’t stand having this feeling practically hanging over her. emily took a second to read the message again before starting to type, thinking about every word twice.

@️emilycharlton — “hi andrea, what a surprise to be hearing from you especially after that paris fiasco. i’m surprised you didn’t hide yourself away when you liked an old pic, lol. just kidding. i’d appreciate some drinks on sat, what time?”

seemed casual enough, right? emily nodded, hit send and tried not to freak out while her foot tapped restlessly against the carpeted floor. quickly, though, emilys message was read and replied to.

@️andreasachs — “Aw, Em! I’m so happy to hear back from you! I’ll book a place ASAP. Text me your cell!!”

emily allowed a dumbfounded smile to creep onto her face, immediately responding to andreas text with details.

before the two knew it, it was saturday at 7:32 pm. andrea was on point and in a booth that she reserved for drinks with emily. she felt nervous, obviously, she hadn’t seen emily in years. but this time this nervousness felt different. she couldn’t explain why.

emily stepped up the small set of stairs that laid before the bar, walking inside in search of her old co-worker. she wore the same all black look from dior andrea saw on her feed the other night. emily strutted inside the establishment as if she owned the place. her blue eyes easily spotted andrea in that god forsaken cerulean blue sweater and plaid skirt.

she breathed heavily before fully walking towards her. andrea looked over her shoulder to see the redhead approaching her. “em!” andrea exclaimed, quiet enough so emily could hear her over the commotion.

emily almost swooned internally, but maintained her cool demeanor. still cracking a smile toward andrea. the brunette stood up and immediately embraced emily in a big hug, squealing as she felt emily actually hug her back.

andrea pulled away, her eyes darting all over emilys face. “you look great.” is all she could manage to say. “oh please, don’t start with the flattery.” the brit retaliated, a small smirk on her face. “you look great too.” emily grumbled toward andrea, causing a laugh to escape the other woman.

they sat across from each other for a while. they chatted about what was going on in each others life after andrea left runway.

“i see you kept the paris clothes i gave you..?” andrea hummed, curiously analyzing emilys clothing. really, she just took it as an advantage to look at emily. “i did, yeah.” emily chirpped, blue eyes staring into brown ones.

“i missed you, em.” andrea spoke, seemingly unaware of what she just said. fault to the few martinis she drank. andrea blinked for a moment. that wasn’t what she wanted to say.

emily hesitated, a lot. her heart stopped for a second before allowing her to think about her next steps very carefully. a sheepish smile crept onto her face. “i missed you too, andy.”

the five words were enough for andrea sachs to blush in broad daylight in front of emily charlton.

it was a cold winter night, you were walking arm in arm with peggy on a little stroll through the foreign city you now knew as prague. peggy was in a dark green military styled dress suit, one you always admired her for when you first met the agent.

peggy enjoyed her free time from the ssr every once in a while, it having a bit more meaning now that you’re around. in her right hand, where a black glove covered it, she help a black umbrella. peggy held it over both of your heads, letting the snow trail around you.

“say, darling,” the british accented woman hummed to you, leaning her head down so you could hear her better. “what do you think of a bottle of red when we get back to our room?”

a glass of wine with peggy was never a bad time. she always had the finest taste when it came to these things. “i’d like that!” you perk up, meeting her gaze. her red velvet painted lips smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. her smile always made you shiver. peggy pulled you in closer, her arm that was holding yours now around your sides. “that’s my deer.”

the endearing nickname came up around the time you both had first met, you were slightly star struck in her presence. peggy joked that you looked like a deer in the headlights, and it stuck with you both ever since you’d sneak around just to see her.

peggy’s grip on you made you feel secure. she had a passion for making you know you’re hers. you both paused near a traffic light, snow covered cars hovered by the cobblestone road. a black hound trotted past you both, stopping at peggys heel. she looked down, amused. her gloved hand reached down to pat the dog.

you smiled, knowing her likes for big dogs. it must’ve smelt that she was an agent, dogs have a certain respect for people like her. it only left peggys side as soon as the light turned green and she returned her hand to your side.

you both crossed the street, your shadows splayed on the ground by the headlights of the cars that waited. snow covered your boots, leaving your prints behind every step you took.

the winter night was cold, though being mantled up by a long brown coat peggy gave you. a small shiver escaped you, a puff of smoke leaving your lips along it. peggy instantly looked at you, a hint of worry in her eyes, replaced when she saw when you were just cold with a look of amusement. “you cold, sweetheart?” peggy asked, almost condescendingly. you nod.

her british accent made you swoon every time, and she very much knew that. you nod your head briefly and she stopped in her tracks, halting you as well. you were both on a more closed off pathway, peggy liked the scenery when walking back to your hotel. she stepped closer to you, not exactly towering over you, but she still gazed down to you. she dropped the umbrella to the floor.

her brown eyes bored into yours. “you think a kiss’ll warm you up?” peggy questioned innocently, as if asking if you’d like honey in your tea. you smiled sheepishly, only nodding in response to which she lifted your chin up with two of her fingers. “ah-ah, words please.”

your cheeks turned into a shade of light red, now even more bashful to possibly voice a reply. “yes.. please.” you hum before peggy smirks in approval and leans in, pressing a warm kiss to your mouth. the action surprisingly did help with your body temperature, feeling hotter inside the shearling coat that draped over your figure.

peggy discarded her glove from her right hand before bringing the other one that still was covered down to your hip, holding you. she placed her chilly hand by your jaw, intensifying your kiss for a moment. you held onto her sides, the snow falling on top of the both of your heads. peggy pulled away while a sly grin on her face, looking at you. she knew exactly how she left you when she did stuff like this.

you look all wound up, your eyes searching for hers lazily. peggy intentionally left her lipstick smudged against your mouth and didn’t utter a word about it, finding herself a bit prouder with you wearing her.

peggy chuckled lowly, brown eyes glowing in the yellow-ish light of the european roads. “you look so pretty like this,” she whispered, her thumb caressing right by the corner of your mouth. peggy leaned in close, her lips touching yours, but stopped right before she was about to close the space. teasing you.

your lips parted by pure instinct, a whine leaving them when peggy repressed another kiss. she only smiled, entertained by your pouting. peggy thread a piece of your hair away from your face, back behind your ear. “don’t pout, darling.” peggy hummed, pressing a quicker kiss to your lips now. you smiled and watched her as she put her glove back on.

peggys hand searched yours after picking up the black umbrella, lifting it up above your heads. her left hand adjusted the coat that was practically dangling off your shoulder, covering your neck a little. “don’t want you catching a cold now, do we?” peggys brown eyes searched yours, a tone of order in them. you nodded.

you both continued your stroll through the snowy night, slow steps along back your hotel. peggys hand held the small of your back, keeping you close. you suddenly couldn’t wait any longer for that bottle of wine.

peggy stood anxiously by the crowd of people reading names on the wooden poll near the war tents. people nearby recognize her and thank her for her service, shaking hands with the brunette agent. it was glum, rainy. perfect for the moment.

people sobbed, some dragged out by other soldiers when they dropped to their knees when they learned their beloveds have fallen in war.

peggy dreaded this feeling. she had two close friendships that served alongside her in the war, one safe and alive, steve rogers, and the other was a woman who hadn’t been seen since the terrors halted to a stop.

her foot tapped restlessly against the wet cobblestone mixed with mud. her turn to read the names approximating with the people leaving either with the happiest smile on their faces or promises they’d go after them in their sleep.

peggy couldn’t identify the restless feeling inside of her. should she be relieved and blissful knowing she’s safe from all this war? absolutely. but there was undeniably a sentiment strong inside of her that was not easy to shake away.

her black heels clicked slowly toward the wet wooden poll, multiple lists of countless names pinned onto them. she immediately knew where to check. peggy’s trembling hand made its way to the top of the second paper, starting from the top.

‘deceased #2 - 1945’ stared at the agent while she took a heavy breath. her fingertip started to slide down the crumpled paper, she muttered names she didn’t recognize under her breath. her eyes stung when she read a name of her dear colleague.

“oh, arnold.” she whispered, taking a moment to understand the young man’s passing. him and peggy weren’t close but she still felt it.

she shook her head and continued reading, sliding her finger down endless more names. peggy was almost convinced there was nothing else waiting for her, her hand steadying.

but she was wrong. very wrong. peggys heart sunk, the woman gasped for air and took a step back all in one. almost sure she was going to faint in that very moment. the one name she dreaded the most to be on that list haunted her brown, tear filled eyes. “dottie… oh—”

peggy covered her mouth, holding back a choked up sob. a soldier came up to her side, leaning close. “miss?—” he was dismissed by peggys shaking head.

she stood there for a moment, trying to process it all. it was indescribable. a single tear escaped her left eye, almost in sync with the weather that now decided to increase the amount of rain. the same soldier now held an umbrella over her head. all peggy could do was nod her head in silent gratitude, but she felt like hell. instead of letting the soldier walk with her to the exit, she walked off, letting the rain fall onto her dark green military uniform.

peggy sniffled, now allowing herself to cry after the multiple pairs of eyes weren’t watching her anymore. she paused in the middle of the abandoned road she was walking on and sobbed. peggy held herself up, feeling weak in the knees. “damn you, underwood.” she cried out into her hands. she now deeply understood the feeling of the women and men that fell apart in front of that poll, feeling as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed it into her heart.

her black heels took glum, small steps toward the sidewalk as she made it back to a more civilized road. peggys head hung low, she didn’t dare to look at anyone.

the rain hit peggy’s uniform slowly, almost performing a melody against the fabric. whispers of some people near her were filled with descriptions of the agent herself, along the lines of ‘she looks devastated,’ and ‘i wonder what happened..’s. her chest hurt, as if her body was responding to the call of death to visit dottie.

she found herself at the door to the bar where she, dottie, steve and howard sat every friday evening before the war broke out. peggy almost didn’t step inside, afraid she’d break down right there. her head perked up slightly when the door opened without her hand reaching for it. the bartender that always served them looked the woman over. “peggy, there you are..”

he immediately spotted the melancholy in her gaze, a frown overtaking his face. “i’m so sorry.” is all her said to her before she nodded, a few more tears escaping her eyes. “come in, please.”

bernard let peggy into the fairly empty establishment, considering the time was pretty early for a drink. he didn’t mind at all and ushered her inside, taking her hand gently and leading her to the stool she’d always take over.

peggy slumped over onto the stool, both of her arms resting against the countertop while murmurs of ‘why?’ and ‘dottie,’ escaped her red velvet lips. her hair was still wet from the pouring rain outside, soft music playing in the background and the familiar smell of fresh pastries and alcohol.

bernard immediately came over in front of her, behind the bar. “it’s rough, kid.” the older man sympathized with her. only then peggy decided to look at another being. she lifted her head slowly, looking into his blue eyes. “i lost my brother in the war.” he croaked, nodding after understanding peggys situation.

carter shook her head, “how on earth are you here? working? bernard, you should be..” her breath shook. peggy paused, shaking her head. “i don’t even know. what does one even do after losing someone they loved so much?” her voice cracked, tears threatening to rip through her brown eyes again.

“you keep going. you have to be strong, peg.” bernard assured her, speaking in an experienced tone. “i know you liked her an awful lot, that lass..” bernard smiled just a bit. peggy avoided his gaze for a moment, remembering the blue eyed woman.

she was hopelessly devoted to dottie, whether peggy wanted to admit it or not. her sheer presence was enough to get her through the day. dottie’s dark hair, her smile, the way she told the same joke a hundred times, peggy loved that all too much. she only wished she could experience it all again.

“what’ll it be, carter?” bernard softly cut her from her thoughts. peggy took in a sharp breath. “just… whiskey. neat, please.” the british woman dulled. the man nodded and turned to prepare her usual. peggy stared into the wood of the countertop, the sounds of glasses clinking and soft laughter surrounding her, recalling her to the day her group and herself made a promise between drinks.

“here’s to us all coming back alive from the war!” howard exclaimed, before peggy, steve and dottie all brung their glasses together, laughter exploding from the four. it was like something they promised knowing it couldn’t possibly be true at all.

peggy sat alone, remembering the moment as if it on the brink of yesterday. her trance was brought to an end as bernard slid the glass of whiskey with a single ice cube in it. he had one of his own in his hand.

the woman forced her best smile onto her face before lifting her glass to bernard’s, clinking them together. “for the good times.” he hummed. “for the.. yes, good times..” peggy repeated. they both took a small sip in unison.

“if you’ll excuse me miss carter, i have to go take some more orders.” he spoke toward the agent and she nodded, taking another swig. tears welled up in her eyes as her only company for the moment fled again.

her throat hurt from the great amount she cried, the whiskey burning down it. multiple questions surrounded her mind, ones like ‘when will her funeral be?’, ‘when did she die?’ and ‘why did she have to die?’

peggy wished she had answers to them all. unfortunately she’ll only have two. she knocked back the remaining of the liquor in her glass, setting the empty cylinder down.

by the time bernard had made it back to the bar, peggy huffed out, “could you.. pour another, please?” the man nodded, taking her glass and pouring the liquor out into it. he slid it back to her and before she could take a sip, bernard leant in close. “take care of yourself.” a warning for peggy not to go overboard. she nodded.

bernard walked over to two gentlemen who sat not too far away from peggy to attend them, leaving carter to drink her whiskey in her solitude. she shook her head, almost immediately dismissing bernard’s advice and taking a swig of the liquor.

she groaned when she sat the now half empty glass down, the burning down her throat not easing her feelings. peggy wished there was a button to absolutely forget about everything she experienced in the past day, or perhaps in all her life up to now.

peggy loved dottie. not in a way a good girl friend would appreciate her dear colleague, no. in a manner that consumed her whole being. in a way that if peggy was asked who she saw herself with, riding away into a sunset view, she’d have to lie and make up a random story about a man she didn’t know.

she never knew how dottie felt about her, other than that she was very close with her. they shared many precious moments. those of which included late nights at work, afternoon strolls in the park or exchanging pieces of jewelry with one another.

peggy’s eyes crept to her left wrist, where a diamond encrusted bracelet rested on it. carter remembered the very day dottie showed up to her apartment with it.

“peggy, open up!” a voice she could never forget exclaimed from outside her door, accompanied with a couple knocks. “one second dottie!” peggy laughed, tying up her robe before fixing up her hair. she ran to the door, opening it up to a dottie with a small bag in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.

“finally! i was afraid my legs would give out over here!” dottie let herself into carters apartment, making peggy laugh almost instantly. she set the small bag and drink down onto her kitchen table before turning to her. “oh, peg, i didn’t disturb you or anything, right?” the blue eyed woman gasped, observing the brunette in her nightgown and robe. “of course not! i was merely in bed.” the brit chuckled.

dottie nodded, opening the bottle of champagne, which they shared while sitting on the couch, rambling over whatever happened at work to the two that day. that’s when underwood remembered, the small bag. she stood and peggys eyes followed her. “i got you something!” dottie sing-songed. peggy gasped. “oh dottie, you didn’t have to..” she smiles.

“nonsense! here, open it! i’m sure you’ll adore it.” dottie handed her the black box, sitting back down next to her. peggy took the box carefully, opening it with every gentleness in the world. she gasped when she saw the practically glowing bracelet. dottie hummed, “i saw it and immediately thought of you, peg.”

peggy looked over at dottie, a dumbfounded expression on her face. “oh underwood, you despicable creature!” she gasped again, taking it into her hand. dottie grabbed at it gently, holding peggy’s wrist before closing the bracelet around it. “see? fits perfectly.” dottie smiled proudly. the one peggy swooned over.

“dottie, you shouldn’t have..” peggy smiles bashfully. dottie only dismissed her. “don’t you dare take it off.” underwood narrowed her eyes at her playfully. the two women laughed and then hugged, appreciating each others embrace.

“dottie.. you shouldn’t have.” peggy repeats, her voice shaky. she swigs down the rest of her whiskey, now feeling the effect of the liquor in her blood. peggy breathed a little more steady now, her body still from the memory that just passed by.

peggy sat in silence, the faint music fading away as she watched the rain pouring down the window. the woman watched couples walk by, hand in hand with umbrellas. all peggy could feel was odd. out of place, almost.

she decided the best thing for her right now would be to go to the bathroom to freshen up. and so she stood, leaving a note that told bernard she hadn’t abandoned her drink.

peggy stumbled her way over to the ladies room, taking slow and calculated steps so she wouldn’t trip over her own heels. the hallway filled with mirrors, a beautiful large carpet. the mirrors almost felt like they were exposing her, as she looked at her own reflection.

she saw her eyes droopy, her hair flatter than usual. as if her whole appearance had gone glum with the news of her beloved. she tore her eyes away from the glasses, looking down at the carpets instead. her eyes followed the design on it up until the bathroom.

her sleeve covered arm lifted itself up to open the bathroom door, her head still hanging. she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as soon as she stepped inside the large women’s room. the cooler air in there made her shiver just a bit, hitting the wettend part of her military uniform.

peggy didn’t realize she had company until she spotted another pair of heels almost covered by a long black dress. she stopped dead in her tracks. her blood ran cold, eyes burning from her overwhelming sense of self awareness.

her brown eyes tracked incredibly slow up the woman’s dress, one that she could never fail to recognize. the black of the dress stopped right by the hips, as she already knew, replaced with a blood red, as a corset-like replica. the black of it coming back to form the neckline and sleeves. the same brooch was sat between it. the very same one she gave to—

her eyes darted to the mystery woman’s face, peggy’s breath almost escaping her throat. “dottie?”

dottie underwood stood in front of her. peggy didn’t understand a thing. all she knew that in the blink of an eye she was gasping, tearing up and almost falling to the floor. underwood ran to her, holding her up by her arm and hip.

“what— i..—” peggy blinked, panting for the air she suddenly lacked. her brown eyes darted all over the woman’s face, not knowing if this was real or not.

“peg.” the cool voice spoke, sending goosebumps through peggy’s skin. “dottie, oh my—” peggy breathed out, still feeling weak. “i don’t understand— you.. you were on that list!” she huffed.

dottie took one of her hands and placed it gently to peggy’s face, cradling it. her thumb caressed her teary cheek. her own blue eyes welled up with water, threatening to pour out as she took in the agent in desbelief in front of her.

“i think you forget i’m a russian trained agent, peg.” dottie cooed, holding the woman. in that moment, underwood promised herself she’d never let go of peggy again. “i had to escape without being seen. they’d burn me at the stake if they knew i was on starks side.” the woman explained.

peggy still allowed dottie to hold her, taking in her almost fairytale like words. “you’re.. you’re alive.” is all peggy could say in response to dottie’s statement.

dottie nods, tears streaming down her face as she leans closer into peggy’s embrace. “yes. now,” she sniffled, “how much did you have to drink?” peggys tear filled eyes finally seemed to have a twinkle of happiness in them again. a small laugh that dottie wanted to keep on repeat left her lips. “just two whiskeys..” she murmurs.

“oh peg, you bad girl.” dottie chuckled, still holding peggy’s face. “i’ll never leave your side.” she whispered to her temple. peggy let the tears flow down her face.

dottie’s blue eyes sparkled with tears of her own. “i love you, peggy carter.” she looked at the woman. peggy blinks slowly, like a cat would its owner. “i… i love you too, dottie.” the brit hushed before dottie pressed her lips against her red ones.

peggy wanted that exact moment to last forever, holding tight onto dottie’s shoulder while they took each other in. the brits military uniform against the russians black dress, their different shades of red lipstick clashing against each others. tears streamed down their faces while their mouths held together promises they’d swore to forever keep.

they pull away, eyes searching each other. “damn you, dottie underwood.” peggy smiles, full of hope at dottie. “i’ll be damned forever if it’s by you, peggy carter.”