The fire that was burning was not going to die out easily. Everything, and Emma meant everything, that Jason said she resonated with. She nodded in confirmation whenever he asked about their lack of exploration when it came to dating and playing around. Her cheeks burned at the mention that maybe Emma did want the opportunity. Maybe she did want the adventure. The chance to tease and be teased.<br/><br/>Shaking her head in response whenever Jason asked about what happened after the cuckolding roleplay, Emma sighs and speaks up. "We dodged the topic. We fell asleep, and the morning after, I made breakfast in silence. It was never talked about over the weekend either," Emma answers, shaking her head in agreement that talking to Daniel about this situation between her and Jason should be postponed for a more appropriate time.<br/><br/>"Thank you for being my friend...and my therapist," Emma chuckles by the end of it. Grinning and meeting gazes with the celebrity. "You're right. Too early, and it probably won't even happen," she murmurs in addition; trying to reason her way out of the guilty want of doing something with Jason. That was horrible of her to even want. She had to assume that maybe she just wanted to do certain things with Jason because he was a famous musician, and he's been sexualized by the media that any woman would want a piece of him. Of course. That's the reason. It's not just because she's actually developed a friendship with him and is beginning to crush on his genuine personality. It didn't help that he was also, admittedly, crushing on her as well.<br/><br/>The mental picture of Jason walking in from the front door and yanking his shirt off before getting to business made the young woman blush. Of course she's seen him shirtless in photos; beaches, pools, interesting moments during music videos, etc. But she had a feeling that if that ever did happen, he would look so much different than anything in fan photos or photoshoot snapshots. Because that would be personal. That would be intimate. He wouldn't be staring at a camera, he'd be staring at her, and that made her thighs squeeze together and her neck heat up.<br/><br/>"S...So..." she trails off, trying to avert anything awkward and change the subject. "Lady Gaga.. boring? Really?" Emma asks, determined to hide her growing arousal. She shouldn't be aroused. She's talking to someone that wasn't her husband. Her husband was heading to or already at work. She didn't like getting off alone even if she ended the video call and tried fixing this problem burning at the base of her stomach. Emma shakily exhales and chews at her bottom lip again. "What are your plans for today?" She asks, knowing that it was still morning time; lots of hours still waiting to be used productively. Her breath leaves her lungs when her free hand not holding the phone above waist-view reaches down and presses their fingers to her squeezed area. Her thighs relax for a mere moment before her body tenses up again; coaxing her fingers to touch more.<br/><br/>Massaging at the fabric covering her sex, Emma lets out a pant, her cheeks burning. This was so wrong. So, so wrong. She shouldn't be touching right now. She shouldn't be touching herself so inappropriately when on a video phone call with Jason. Jason isn't Daniel. Why is she even turned on to begin with? Remembering why only made her feel guilty, but it also encouraged her to continue in some sick sense. "Meet-and-greets? Photoshoot? Free day?" Emma asks, almost shuddering when her fingers grace over a sensitive spot.