Love Match, page 12
for Parker's injury, Emily ran the short distance, jumped on Parker and gave
her a scorching kiss. The only thing that broke their lips apart was the
applause coming from the shocked crew led by Willy.
"Welcome back, Captain. How would you like to have dinner with me?"
Emily ran her hands under the jacket and up the crisp pale yellow shirt Parker
had on once her feet hit the ground and wished Parker would just carry her back
to the city so she wouldn't have to pull her hands away.
"You think I'm one of those easy fly girls that'll be swayed by flowers
and a handsome younger woman?" Her hands came out of the jacket and went
up to Parker's neck.
"You're not?"
"What else you got to offer, tennis pro?" Emily laced her fingers
behind Parker's head and pulled a little trying to get the long body to bend a
little.
"All I have left is a limo and a reservation at the Four Seasons, but I
could probably get you some tennis tickets too, if that isn't enough."
"I'm thinking that your just being here was enough." Emily pulled
Parker's head down and kissed her. When someone cleared their throat close to
them, Emily broke her lips away from Parker's and turned staying glued to the
tall body that was holding her close.
"Emily?"
"Gail? What in the world are you doing here?" The question came out
harsh and Emily saw a flash of anger and hurt cross her ex-lover's face.
Despite the fact Emily wasn't in love with the woman any more, Gail had shared
years of her life so Emily softened her tone. "I mean, how are you?"
Gail had been sitting far away enough from Parker that the tennis player hadn't
noticed her. In the months they had been apart, Gail had become consumed with
thoughts of getting Emily back but hadn't been able to find where she had been
staying. They had talked on the phone a couple of times from Emily's work but
Emily couldn't get over what had happened at the beach and had offered that as
an explanation of why she couldn't be with Gail anymore.
The conversations
usually ended with Emily hanging up when Gail started screaming obscenities
into the phone. Now Gail knew the truth.
After seeing her on television, by chance, sitting with Bobbie at the Open she
had a good idea why Emily had left. Tonight one of the people she had met with
Emily at the airline had been gracious enough to provide her ex-lover's
schedule, but Parker's being there had not been in her plans. But then again,
Parker was the reason Emily had left her. Gail had gone over it in her mind a
million times, convinced that her actions and her drinking would have not
mattered if Parker hadn't entered the picture.
"I miss you, Em, and I just wanted a chance to talk to you.
This summer
you left without even giving me a chance to make things right. I'd have come to
see you earlier but I didn't know how to get in touch with you." Gail held
her own flowers behind her back and hoped the simpler arrangement would be more
to Emily's liking.
Seeking comfort, Emily leaned further into Parker hoping she didn't get
disgusted and pull away. Not one to disappoint, Parker put her hand on Emily's
hip. "I'm sorry you came all this way but I'm not ready to see you yet. We
just didn't work out, Gail, and it wasn't the actions over a short vacation that
made it that way. It's time for you to move on and accept that, and try to find
someone or something to make you happy."
"How convenient for you. What's going to happen when you aren't the flavor
of the week?" Gail spat out letting all the venom she felt toward Parker
coming out. She and Emily had never had problems until the tennis pro had come
into their lives Gail thought.
"Come on, Captain, this isn't worth you time. She just wants to goad you
into a fight so you'll feel as bad as she does." Emily took her roses from
Parker and turned away from Gail. But there was a little part of her brain that
wanted to know the answer to Gail's question. What would happen when Parker
moved on to the next conquest?
"Face it, Emily, you belong to me." Gail dropped the flowers and
grabbed Emily's arm and tried to yank her away from Parker.
"If you don't want me to force feed you these roses, I suggest you let her
go. Now! " yelled Parker. When Gail didn't immediately respond,
Parker grabbed Gail's wrist and squeezed until she released her hold.
"Unless she invites you to touch her again, don't or you'll have to deal
with me."
"Take me home?" asked Emily when Parker turned around and faced her.
Parker put her arm around Emily's shoulder and walked her out to the waiting
car. "Are you all right? You seem quiet tonight." Parker watched as
Emily pulled one of the roses out of the bunch lying beside her on the car seat
and bring it up to her nose.
"Did you know that pink roses are some of the only ones left that still
have a fragrance of the ones sold in flower shops?" asked Emily.
"It's because red is more popular thus they are bred for bloom quality and
lasting value, so something had to be sacrificed. The pink and yellow ones
smell sweet but they die faster." Emily seemed surprised that Parker knew
the answer to the question she had just asked, but then thought of all the time
Parker spent reading at home and in hotel rooms. Reading in hotel rooms
whenever she wasn't entertaining some adoring fan or other famous woman that
wanted Parker's attention.
"Sometimes life's like that," said Emily. Parker took the rose in
Emily's hand away from her and held it up to her nose before saying anything.
"That the best parts are sweet but fleeting? Is that what you mean?"
asked Parker catching on to what Emily was trying to say.
"Maybe. The age old question should be whether to cut them and take
possession of them to enjoy their beauty for that fleeting moment, or leave
them and just admire them from afar." Emily looked up to Parker's face
finally and into the eyes that looked light blue against the yellow of her
shirt. The thought of not being able to be this close to look into Parker's
eyes again sent a real pain through her chest.
"Stick to the ones that are bred to look good but hold no pleasure for
you, huh?" The corners of Parker's eyes crinkled a bit when she added a
smile to the end of her question. "They're more reliable for the long
haul, but that's not what'll make you happy."
"Something like that."
"Why don't you look at it this way? The red ones have been cultivated for
endurance, that's their fate so to speak, but these are complete,"
explained Parker holding up the pink bloom.
"What do you mean?" Emily asked wanting to be convinced by the
earnest face looking so kindly at her.
"They, in their lifetime, can bring you all the happiness they can. A
lifetime of caring went into the final product that's offered to you. The
flower doesn't know what time it has before it withers and dies. All it wants
is for you to be happy until that time comes." Parker handed the rose back
to Emily with a smile. The experiences I've had up to now, Emily, are what
made me the person I am. It is the only flawed flower I can give you.
"What happens when other people covet the same flower?"
asked Emily
as their hands met.
"You can't covet something that belongs to someone else, sweetheart. If
you harvest it, it belongs to you. If you want it, that is."
Emily looked
at the long tapered fingers being offered to her. "Too much, too
soon?" asked Parker.
"Doesn't the flower have some say?" asked Emily smiling at the turn
the conversation had taken.
"The flower just feels lucky." The smaller hand that took hers felt
wonderful to Parker.
"How so?"
"Because, look at the beautiful vase it's found to stick her stem
in."
The laugh started small and by the end the driver looked in the rearview mirror
to make sure Emily was all right. When the deep belly laugh stopped she said
from Parker's chest, "I'd have to love you, because you are obviously losing
your touch."
"What do you mean?" Parker tried to sound indignant as she pulled
Emily closer to her.
"Honey, that's the worst pickup line I've ever heard. Who else is going to
fall for that? Wait don't answer that. You look and smell so good, I'm sure
people like Alicia don't care what comes out of your mouth."
Emily blushed
when she thought of other things Parker could be doing with her mouth if they
were alone, and the body under her laughed softly at her coloring.
"I love you, Emily, and I don't want to talk about anyone else
tonight."
"Say it again," demanded Emily in a hoarse whisper.
Parker felt Emily's lips against her own when she had asked the question they
were so close together. "I love you, Emily." She put a hand in Emily's hair and closed the small gap between their lips.
With her eyes still closed from the kiss, Emily confessed,
"The minute you
turned the corner to step onto my plane all those months ago, I knew you were
going to change my life. I love you too." Emily was content to sit and
enjoy the ride at Parker's side for the rest of the drive.
They would eventually have to talk about the logistics of their relationship,
but the details could wait. Things like how many states separated their
addresses and the past lovers that seemed to keep popping up. Emily thought
they could deal with all that because they had crossed a significant hurdle.
The most important thing was that Parker loved her.
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When they got back to Emily's apartment after dinner, Emily stopped Parker at
the front door with the key in her hand. "Close your eyes."
Emily
held her hands up and wouldn't let Parker through the door until she complied
with her demands.
"Emily, you don't have any furniture so there's nothing to see."
"I have a surprise for you, and I want you to close your eyes."
Walking backward, Emily led Parker through the small apartment hoping Bobbie
had come though. "Sit," she demanded of the woman with her eyes
closed tight.
"You got me a chair."
"Have you always been this much of a smart ass?" Emily pushed the
larger body to sit.
"Yes, it helps that I look good in tennis whites so people don't seem to
mind." Parker put her hands on Emily's hips but kept her eyes closed.
"Lie back."
"Hey, you got a new bed." With her feet on the floor, Parker could
still feel there was plenty of real estate above her head.
"Thanks."
When she opened her eyes she found her packed bags by the door.
"Too presumptuous?" Emily asked with her brows furrowed in
anticipation. Bobbie had helped with the bed, but Kimmie and Gray had delivered
Parker's stuff.
Parker sat back up and pulled Emily closer to her. "Abby's not here, is
he?"
"I could have him flown up if you want."
The zipper to Emily's skirt sounded loud in the mostly empty apartment as it
came undone. "No, I'm sure he's loving doggy camp." With the waist
loosened, Parker pulled out the blouse.
"Could I get you anything else?" Parker shook her head and started on
the buttons. When they were all open, it was Emily's bra that made Parker stop.
"Matching set?" asked Parker. Emily nodded her head then pushed
Parker's jacket off her shoulders as she felt her skirt pool at her feet after
a gentle pull from Parker to confirm the fact it was a matching set. The big
hands were back tracing softly the lace patterns of the black panties she had
on.
Thank God I wasn't rushed to the hospital for anything today. Emily
smiled through the sexual haze Parker was putting her in, thinking that she
hadn't once worn anything like she had today under her uniform. Give it up
you wanted this, Emily, she thought as more of her clothing came off.
"If you want, I'll give them to you as a gift." Emily wanted those
magic fingers to keep mapping, but over her naked skin sounded so much better.
It seemed that faster than one of Parker's serves, she was standing naked
before roving blue eyes. "Stand up for me."
Parker did as Emily wanted and the minute she straightened up, two persistent
hands were all over her belt. Emily was impatient with the button and zipper on
Parker's pants, but they came undone before she had to tear them open. She
wanted to feel Parker's skin before she exploded, but it was more than want, it
was a driving need. The second Parker's pants pooled around her ankles, Emily
pulled her underwear down to join them.
"Take it easy, Em, we have all night."
"I'm sorry, I just need to feel you. I've been thinking about you all day
and if I don't get relief I may not be able to fly again soon."
Emily pushed
Parker into a sitting position again and straddled one of the long legs. When
she tipped her hips forward, Parker got a good idea of just how turned on Emily
was. The moisture the pilot was painting on the surface of her leg gave her a
clue.
"Tell me what you want." Parker held her in place so Emily wouldn't
fall off, but not so tightly that it would hamper her movements.
"Kiss me." Parker's hands on her butt and the starched shirt rubbing
against her nipples were driving Emily crazy.
Parker complied with her wish and sucked Emily's tongue into her own mouth when
she initiated the kiss. Emily's hips were keeping perfect synchronization with
Parker's mouth so it took her a minute to realize the contact between her legs
was gone because Parker had stood up.
"No, I'm so close," Emily protested.
"Ssh, baby, lie back and trust me. I'll take care of you, I promise."
It was the last words Parker wanted to say until Emily's need was sated. Emily
was about to protest again, but looked at Parker as she hovered over her. She
wanted nothing more than for the tennis player to cover her and take her places
she had never been.
The mouth closing in on one of Emily's nipples tore a loud moan out of her and
she arched into the exquisite feeling. As Parker sucked both her nipples into
hard almost purple points, Emily's hips came off the bed trying to make contact
with any part of Parker's body.
"Please, honey, I need you."
"Then you should get what you want," said Parker as she slipped
further down the bed.
With what seemed like slow agonizing movements, Parker parted the wet slick
lips of Emily's sex and just took a long moment to look at the intimate place.
The pilot was so turned on that the one point of her body that needed Parker
the most was almost visually throbbing. Emily was about to beg some more when
Parker's mouth sucked her in, in one blissful sudden move.
The sweet taste that
flooded her mouth made Parker take a turn at moaning.
It felt so good to feel Emily moving under her and feel her hands pulling
slightly on her hair to keep her in place. Not that Parker had any intention on
moving now. When Emily realized it, she moved one hand from Parker's head and
took a strangle hold of the sheets instead. Emily could feel the flat of
Parker's tongue slide up the length of her wetness when she started to give
every part more attention.
"Parker, please, baby, I need you." One of the hands that had been
holding her butt off the mattress slipped out and ran the length of Emily's leg
after her plea while the other one ran over her abdomen on the way back to her
chest and a still hard nipple.
"I want to make you feel good, Em. Relax for me and let me do just
that." Parker followed her promise by putting her mouth back on Emily and
getting her wetter for what came next. Two long fingers made slow circles
around Emily's opening and the blonde started crying she wanted them to go in
so bad.
Parker had Emily's hips moving and when they thrust down to the mattress trying
to suck her fingers in she pushed them in all the way, getting Emily to let out
a scream she figured the neighbors heard when she got what she had been waiting
for. With only three strokes, Emily's movements stopped and her legs clamped
around Parker's head with a vengeance.
The good thing was they did have all night because the end had come to quick
for Emily, but the rush was her own fault. Parker's head was resting on her
stomach and her hands were on both sides of Emily's body until she realized
that Emily was crying. Parker moved up and took the small woman in her arms
