Satin

by lise

Kitty stretched, and yawned sleepily in the predawn light. She felt her joints pop with a satisfying sound, and then let them fall limp again against the bed, laying so she could see outside. The bedroom window was facing the east, and she could see trails of pink and orange amongst the cloudy grey and blue morning sky. 'Dawn is such a cold time,' she thought.

"Indeed it is." Kitty rolled over, tangling herself within the chilled satin sheets, to look at the beauty beside her. Emma's window was open, so the air was cold against her naked body. It seeped though the cloth and whispered against them both. Emma always fell asleep with the window open, and Kitty had gotten used to it. Waking to the cold air seemed to be the logical conclusion to the nights that they shared together. It reminded her that she was in Emma's bed.

Emma was leaned against the gloriously strong wooden headboard, wrapped in the cream satin up to her breasts. Both her arms were bare, and Kitty let her eyes wander down one slender, pale arm. She saw the goose-bumps barely poking up through her skin. She looked down at her own arm, and saw the little bumps, hairs on end, mirrored there.

The sheets were rumpled around both of them. Kitty lay on her stomach with her back exposed, bare to her hips, letting the chill flow over her. The bedding pooled around her waist, and beneath it her knees were bent and spine slightly arched, leaving her entire upper body one big curve. Emma's ankles were crossed, leaving little creases around her delicate feet.

Emma clenched her coffee cup in one well-manicured hand, and the paper in another. No matter what, Emma always looked incredible. Emma's hair was always like silk, perfectly smooth come morning, while Kitty's was always a mess. Kitty put a strand of blond hair behind Emma's ear, studying the composed face that was scanning the page. She glanced at Kitty looking at her, and Kitty almost opened her mouth to ask, 'What now?'

It came out "Mmm." It was the only noise Kitty really wanted to make. She didn't really want to interrupt the not-quite-morning by asking Emma, again, where this was going to lead, because she knew the answer. 'Where do you want it?' was Emma's standard response, and since Kitty didn't know, she might as well not ask.

One time, Kitty got angry about how casual the whole thing was -- last month, she thought -- and Emma merely looked at her with those gorgeous eyes, and said, 'So make it more serious.' It had made Kitty pause, and question whether she wanted something more serious. It also made her stop asking.

Emma smiled at her, eyes full of knowing. The fact that she was probably reading her mind really didn't bother Kitty-- at least Emma wanted to know what she was thinking. The fact she didn't just ask, well... that just wasn't very Emma. Kitty stretched again, letting one foot rest against Emma's leg. She rubbed her toe against Emma's firm muscle, feeling every inch of skin and what was beneath. Kitty didn't think that she'd ever been happier in Emma's bed than waiting, just like this, for morning to come and warm the two of them up. There were other high points, for sure, and over the course of their short and infrequent time spent together, Kitty had grown fond of all of them, but nothing would top this.

Emma kept reading the paper, and sipping her cup of coffee delicately. A white chocolate mocha, if Kitty wasn't mistaken about the rich smell. But then, Emma was always white cream, chocolate, molasses, and delicious milky snow. It was a mirror contrast to Kitty's tawny appearance and the feline she hyped up because it made Emma want her more. Emma always came back to satin. Her sheets had to be satin, and the heavy fabric made the two of them slippery as they explored each other in the soft candlelight.

Emma liked candles at night, the way they flickered and cast shadows. She always had them lit by the time Kitty came in. Kitty didn't know how Emma knew she was coming -- she never called first. But then, Emma didn't doubt. Emma just knew. One night, Kitty had tapped on the door at one thirty in the morning, and Emma was right behind it, tray of sumptuous cheesecake in one hand and scented candle in the other. Kitty didn't ask how Emma knew she felt like cheesecake. When Emma asked something, it was only to be polite.

Kitty came back to the present, the now, when Emma said telepathically, <Would you like some coffee, Kitty?> Emma hadn't turned her head towards Kitty, hadn't acknowledged that she'd woken up, but that was just the way she was. It was her way of showing she cared, by offering coffee. Complex steps and gestures for a complex persona.

Kitty replied, "Actually, I think I'll have some tea." Emma nodded once, silently. She had obviously sent a telepathic summons, because within a few minutes, an un-named man who Kitty would have called the butler, save that they were at school, not Emma's private mansion, came in with her tea on a silver platter, and a bone china cup. He put it beside Kitty, bowed just the right way, and then quietly left.

Kitty stared out the huge bay window, and watched the few lacy clouds get brighter and brighter on the horizon, until the air coming in wasn't cold anymore. She put an arm around Emma's waist, already warming up in the sunshine, and wriggled back down under the sheets to enjoy what time they had left. Warm satin, velvety Emma limbs, and the light tickle in her mind every once and a while that was Emma; all of it let her know that it wasn't a dream.

Very soon, Emma would put down her coffee and paper, and maybe Kitty would kiss her, and maybe she would kiss Kitty. It would progress to touching, and tasting, and sliding wet and moist and hot amid the decadent stitched fabric. And the world would tilt, and the stars would explode, and then Kitty would have to go, or Emma would have to go. Kitty would kiss her demurely, a goodbye, before going to her room to get dressed.

No one would know, and they liked it that way.

Kitty sometimes wished that the dawn would never end. Maybe it was crazy, but she liked the feeling of frigidness, the close-to-shivering temperatures and the marble ice sculpture lying beside her. In that time, she knew more than any other, Emma was hers, and she was Emma's. They rarely touched, enjoying the cold together, waking up before everyone else, just to be alone. The air that circled them caressed them, hardening nipples and slowing time.

Kitty moved her fingertips across Emma's smooth stomach, no particular goal in mind. She inched closer to Emma, curling herself against the soft side, and lay on her chest. Kitty asked drowsily, "Was your mocha good, sweetheart?"

Emma kissed the crown of Kitty's head, buried between her breasts. Kitty breathed into the two mounds, the warm air going between her lips flowing across Emma's skin, tickling her. She said quietly, "It was a little burnt, actually. I think I'll have to switch brands." Kitty nodded against her chest, feeling the body beneath her cheek and smiling.

She'd have to leave soon, but for now it didn't really matter. She turned her head slightly, to where one small bud had been revealed from the bedclothes, and let her little tongue dart out to taste it. A hand followed, tracing small spirals along the flushed ivory under it. Emma trailed one fingertip down Kitty's spine, relishing the rises and hollows. It made Kitty shiver.

Emma let the flat of her hand rub against Kitty's ribs next, slowly melting each and every nerve ending. Kitty replied by running her fingernails along Emma's stomach. A faint murmur came from above, and Kitty smiled, moving lower with her hands.

Emma cried out softly, trying to muffle her moaning. Kitty kept her movements slow and deliberate, enticing and teasing. Emma's knees were already parted slightly, and Kitty skirted around, focusing her mouth on the tender insides of her thighs.

Kitty knew that Emma would have preferred her to speed up and get on with things, but she liked the leisurely pace, the unhurried lingering Emma grudgingly allowed her. Kitty sensed her trying not to squirm, and would have smiled to herself, except her mouth was presently engaged in going over every inch of Emma's flawless thighs. The minute ripples of her muscles beneath her skin as Emma reacted to the touch, the flexing and relaxing, made Kitty want to smile even more.

Emma finally breathed, "Kitty..." But she didn't get past the first word as Kitty finally attended to the aching need that had built up. Emma let herself fall back onto the pile of pillows, and her eyes closed. Kitty glanced up to spy her face, and the sight of her open, wet lips, chest rising and falling with each deep, ragged breath, before devoting her efforts to making Emma moan.

And moan Emma did. Kitty held Emma's slim frame down with her hands upon both of her hips, while she planted her mouth and tongue between them. Emma could only dig her heels into the soft mattress, and grasp blindly at the lavish, sumptuous material beneath her palms. Her shivering body shifted against the smooth, slick satin, and it gave her no purchase to get a hold on -- which was why Emma liked it in the first place.

Emma shuddered, feeling the effects of sunspots and an eclipse of the moon all at once. Her limbs were jelly, rippling and quaking. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, releasing the air between full lips and clenched teeth. Her hand was tangled in Kitty's unruly hair. She let out a half-sigh, half contented-moan, before curling her toes into the mattress again.

Kitty smiled at her. "If you think you're getting away with laying in bed all day..."

Emma placed a hand on her milky forehead, feigning annoyance. Kitty sat up, straddling Emma's knees, and put her hands behind her head in a lazy pose. She inhaled deliberately, making her breasts rise, then exhaled slowly. Emma watched her, trying to stay neutral with the show Kitty was putting on. She sat up straighter, and lowered her arms, careful to brush her shoulders and sides on the way down. Getting back up onto her knees, completely naked in the full sunlight, Kitty shuffled her body around so she was a little more comfortable upon Emma, then placed her hands on her hips. "Well?"

"You are quite an exhibitionist."

"So? You are too." Emma was reclining against the headboard again, admiring the athletic girl. She was having a hard time resisting the taut body kneeling astride her, flat stomach flowing down to trim pelvis, unconsciously leaning forward in challenge. Emma reached a hand behind Kitty, and pulled her down. The supple, fluid motion surprised Kitty, and she fell easily.

Emma looked a little smug. "I'm also more experienced than you, Kit."

Kitty wrapped her arms around Emma's slender body, and inhaled her perfume. She knew that Emma wasn't serious-- not really. She replied, "You might be at that, but I make up for it with enthusiasm."

Emma replied, amused, "You do at that." Kitty opened her mouth to ask again what Emma was exactly planning on doing about rewarding her enthusiasm, when Emma moved to anticipate her need. Kitty was just starting to enjoy the hands roaming around her skin lazily, when the phone rang shrilly, interrupting the summer morning.

Emma sent an apologetic thought to Kitty, and picked up the handset. A curt, "Yes?" escaped her mouth, before her forehead wrinkled, and she audibly sighed.

Kitty stroked her shoulder, and whispered, "What is it?"

Emma hung up, and folded her hands together elegantly on top of Kitty. She was nestled between Emma's legs, laying flat, their bodies pressed together. Emma's lips were pursed. "Apparently, one of the students has decided that today is Field-Trip Saturday. I have to go." She paused, and added, "I'm sorry... I really thought we'd have the most of the day."

Kitty sighed as well, and tried not to think about her disappointment, since Emma would no doubt pick up on it even if she weren't scanning her. <And I would need to scan you to know your mind?>

Kitty grinned at her. "You're not supposed to do that."

Emma unfolded her hands, and absently played with a piece of brown hair. "You enjoy me knowing your thoughts."

Kitty kept stroking her shoulder, knowing that this was Emma beneath her, it was Emma she was crushing, and liking the sensation. "I guess I do." She didn't ask the question that floated up to her mind, didn't even consider for more than a second, 'Where is this all going?'

Emma smoothed out Kitty's hair, knowing it anyway. She said, "You know where this is going. I have to go be a headmistress, and you have to go save the world."

Kitty wanted to cling to Emma, but instead she got up gracefully and stood beside the bed. Emma stood up as well, grabbing her robe from the chair and wrapping it around herself. Emma took her hand, and Kitty couldn't look at her. She stared at the floor and said, "It's been a few months, now." She immediately thought of all the other things that got dredged up: the thoughts of a permanent relationship again, the fear of telling everyone, or anyone, the unbidden comparisons between Emma and Pete.

Emma nodded, and answered, "Yes, it has." Kitty looked at her face, and thought how it wasn't fair that she couldn't tell what was on Emma's mind. What's more, she could rarely even guess. Emma said succinctly, "You don't want to know everything, Kit."

It was true. Kitty was happy having things she didn't know. She looked into the ice-blue eyes, and marveled. She touched Emma's face and whispered, "Y'know, if somebody'd told me when I was thirteen and you had me in that cage, that I was going to be in a bed with you someday --"

"-- you'd have thought them mad. Life's a surprising thing. Not that the idea of you in a cage is all that horrible in and of itself." Kitty bit back the comment about Emma and handcuffs that was on the tip of her tongue. Emma smiled, obviously knowing what she was thinking anyway, then dropped her hand. She padded over to her dresser, and grabbed some clothing from the top drawer.

Kitty grabbed her own robe, and went to the bedroom door. She put her hand on the knob, before she turned around and went over to where Emma was standing. She leaned in and kissed Emma's cool cheek, then smiled. "See you around, Frosty."

Emma's eyes narrowed a little, but she was mostly amused. "I know I will."

Kitty went out the door without looking back, and tried not to think about how she didn't know when she'd next be back. She could have phased through to her room down the hall, and made sure no one saw her, but it was still early enough that it shouldn't be a problem.

She liked the walk, as well. It gave her time to think of an excuse to tell the team, for one. One morning, she almost ran into Paige, but ducked into an empty doorway just in time. It made Emma chuckle when Kitty told her about it later on.

When she got back to her room, the clock only said eight fourteen am. She must have woken up around six thirty, and Emma around six. But that's how it always went. No matter how early Kitty woke up, Emma always seemed to have a cup of coffee in her hand by that time.

She showered quickly -- irritated that she'd been shorted this morning, not that it had been really Emma's fault -- and then got dressed. She crept out of the Massachusetts Academy with as little noise as she could make, and made her way to her transportation.

She was a little down. It had been a great night, and Emma was great, and they had a great time, but... Why did there always have to be a but?

'Because that's life,' she thought. The inevitable but: Where was it going? Kitty looked at the cloudless sky, and wished the sun didn't have to rise each morning. She smiled, despite herself. At least there was some time in between when they were poised between night and day, and she got to share it with someone worth it.

A stray thought whispered in her head, <Make sure to tell Bobby and the others hello.>

Kitty answered nonchalantly, <Only if you kiss Sean good morning for me.>

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