<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br/><hr/>Emily looks a little confused as John urges her up from her knees, the water sipping over the side of her face and onto him as she looks up through the sheets to his silhouette, the daylight filtered through the curtain and steam cutting him out like some dark figure of the mists over her.  She was acting on impulse, trying to do what she thought guys liked... John, his body responding as she would have hoped, seemed not to want that from her so much as she'd have thought.  There's a pang of doubt... she isn't sure if she's being desperate, or if she simply isn't<em>good </em>at it...<br/><br/>The tenderness in John's face dismisses that uncertainty somewhat.  She joins her hands behind his neck, her shoulders  rolled back to offer her breasts to his touch, and her skin and limbs tingle with enjoyment at the sensation.  She straddles his thigh and wraps her foot to the inside of his knee, twining her way along his body like a climbing vine, and kisses his jaw and ear with a soft, mewling sigh.  One hand squeezes his shoulder tightly, the touch becoming a gentler caress as she watches his face with her mouth open in a soft o.