Chapter 2: Penthouse Fun

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: FireBloodandTruth

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the sleek, polished interior of Emma's penthouse. Melissa stepped out, her boots heavy against the smooth marble floors as she took in the high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and the glittering view of the city below. It was the kind of place that screamed wealth and status—far removed from the cramped row houses and corner bars she was used to.

She whistled low, tossing a glance at Emma, who was casually leaning against the kitchen island, watching her with that same calm, confident smile.

"Nice place you got here," Melissa muttered, feeling the whiskey humming through her veins. "Not what I expected."

Emma chuckled, her voice warm and teasing. "What did you expect? Some gaudy mansion?"

"Nah, I figured you for the penthouse type," Melissa admitted, still taking in the view. "But this... this is somethin' else."

Emma stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "I'm glad you like it."

There was a subtle sway in Emma's movements, her steps more deliberate, a little slower—tipsy, just like Melissa. The whiskey from the bar had left them both with a pleasant warmth, loosening the edges of their usual control. Melissa turned to face Emma as she approached, the tension between them still crackling, unspoken but undeniable.

"So," Melissa said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the back of the couch, "what exactly are we doin' here, Russo? You don't strike me as the type to bring just anyone up to your palace."

Emma stopped just a foot away from her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't," she said, her voice dipping low, "but you're not just anyone."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat from Emma's gaze. "You say that to all the women you kiss in dive bars?"

Emma smirked, stepping even closer, her hand brushing lightly against Melissa's arm. "Maybe? Or maybe just the ones who can handle me."

Melissa's breath hitched, a wave of something dark and electric pulsing through her. "I told you, I'm tougher than I look."

"I know," Emma whispered, her fingers trailing slowly up Melissa's arm. "That's what I like about you. You don't back down. You don't try to be soft or small. You're strong. Tough." Her voice softened, turning more intimate. "And that drives me crazy."

Melissa felt a surge of adrenaline mix with the whiskey as Emma's words sank in. The way Emma spoke, with such intensity, such hunger—it lit a fire in her. She wasn't used to being the one pursued, not like this. But Emma, with her cool elegance and dangerous smile, was coming after her with a kind of heat that was hard to ignore.

"Is that right?" Melissa rasped, her voice rougher than she intended.

Emma didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached up, her hand cupping the side of Melissa's face as she leaned in. Her lips brushed against Melissa's ear, her breath warm and teasing. "You have no idea how much I've thought about taking you back here since I saw you tonight."

Melissa's grip tightened on the back of the couch, her pulse quickening as Emma's fingers lightly traced the curve of her jaw. "You don't seem like the type who just likes to just think about things," she teased, her voice coming out huskier than usual.

Emma's laugh was soft, almost a purr. "But thinking about you is so fun. Thinking about you pinning me against the door, your fingers between my thighs…"

The last shred of restraint in Melissa snapped, and before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed Emma's waist and pulled her closer, her mouth crashing against Emma's with a fiery intensity. The kiss was hard, hungry, full of the tension that had been building between them all night. Emma melted into her, one hand tangling in Melissa's hair while the other clutched her shoulder, nails digging in just enough to make Melissa growl against her lips.

Emma pulled back just enough to breathe, her forehead resting against Melissa's, her breath coming in soft gasps. "You really are something else," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

"Could say the same about you," Melissa murmured, her hands still gripping Emma's waist, feeling the heat radiating between them.

Emma's lips curved into a wicked smile as she gently guided Melissa toward the couch, pushing her down with a surprising amount of strength. Melissa let herself fall back, a playful glint in her eye as she raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't expect you to be so pushy," Melissa teased, her voice low and rough.

Emma straddled her, her hands pressing against Melissa's chest as she leaned down, her lips hovering just above Melissa's. "Maybe you like that about me, too," she whispered.

Melissa grinned, her hands resting on Emma's hips, the whiskey and adrenaline making her bold. "Maybe I do."

Emma's lips crashed down on hers again, this time slower but deeper, filled with the kind of passion that made Melissa's head spin. The taste of whiskey lingered on Emma's tongue, mixing with the heat between them as her hands roamed over Melissa's body, feeling the strength beneath her shirt.

"God, you're so strong," Emma breathed between kisses, her voice full of awe and something deeper, something raw. "I love that."

Melissa's pulse raced as Emma's hands trailed lower, tugging at the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing against her bare skin. The touch was electric, setting Melissa's nerves on fire as she pulled Emma closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"I knew there was more to you," Emma whispered against Melissa's neck, her breath hot and heavy. "I could feel it the moment we met."

Melissa growled softly, her hands gripping Emma's hips tighter as she shifted beneath her, the heat between them building to a fever pitch. She could feel Emma's heart pounding just as hard as hers, both of them lost in the moment, in each other.

"I'm not the type to play games," Melissa said, her voice low and rough.

Emma smiled, her lips brushing against Melissa's ear. "Neither am I."

Melissa grinned against Emma's lips, feeling the way the younger woman trembled beneath her hands. She liked this. Liked the control, liked knowing she could turn someone like Emma—so polished, so poised—into this mess of desire. With a low growl, she gripped Emma's waist tighter and, with one swift motion, flipped them both over on the couch, pressing Emma down beneath her.

Emma let out a surprised gasp, but her lips quickly curved into a defiant smile. "You're full of surprises tonight," she teased, her voice dripping with challenge as she looked up at Melissa with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Think you can handle me?"

Melissa leaned down, her hands planted firmly on either side of Emma's head, her breath warm against Emma's lips. "Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice rough and commanding, "I don't just think—I know."

Emma let out a soft laugh, biting her lip as she raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? I guess we'll see about that."

Melissa's eyes darkened, the bratty edge in Emma's voice stoking the fire already burning inside her. She wasn't one to let a challenge go unanswered. Leaning in, she kissed Emma hard, her hands trailing down to Emma's hips, fingers gripping just hard enough to make the younger woman gasp against her lips.

"Let's see how long you can keep that attitude up." Melissa murmured, her voice low and husky as she nipped at Emma's neck. 

Emma's breath hitched, but she wasn't about to back down. "I can handle anything you've got, Schemmenti."

Melissa smirked, her lips brushing against Emma's ear as her hands slid up, tugging at the hem of Emma's blouse. "We'll see," she growled softly, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, brushing against Emma's bare skin.

Emma's body arched slightly beneath her touch, but that defiant smile never left her lips. "You think you're in control here?" she teased, her voice breathy but still laced with challenge. "I could make this harder for you."

Melissa chuckled darkly, her hands moving up Emma's sides, her touch firm but teasing. "You can try, but trust me—by the time I'm done, you won't be tryin' to get away. You'll be beggin' for more."

Emma bit her lip, eyes gleaming with defiance. "We'll see about that."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, her grip tightening as she pressed Emma back into the couch. "Bratty still, huh?" she muttered, her lips brushing Emma's ear. "You don't know who you're dealin' with."

She wasted no time, her hands tugging Emma's blouse up, revealing more of her skin inch by inch. Emma squirmed beneath her, her breath coming faster, but that bratty smile never faltered.

"You think you can break me?" Emma whispered, her voice teasing but breathy, almost a dare.

Melissa smirked, her eyes dark with desire. "Sweetheart, by the time I'm done, you'll be beggin' me to keep goin'."

With that, Melissa lowered herself down, her lips finding Emma's neck, kissing, biting, teasing until she felt Emma's breath catch in her throat. Emma's hands reached up, gripping Melissa's shoulders, but the bratty defiance was still there, lingering in the way Emma tugged at Melissa's shirt, trying to take control even as she gasped beneath her.

"Oh, you wanna take charge?" Melissa murmured against Emma's skin, her voice dark and full of amusement. "That's cute."

She shifted her weight, pinning Emma's hands above her head with one hand, her strength making Emma's breath hitch again. The younger woman's chest rose and fell beneath her, and for the first time, Melissa saw the tiniest flicker of surrender in Emma's eyes.

"There it is," Melissa growled softly, her lips brushing against Emma's ear. "You like bein' tough, but I can see through you. You want this. You want me to take control."

Emma's breath came faster, her lips parting slightly as her eyes darkened with something deeper, something raw. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice a little less bratty now, though still laced with defiance. "But I don't beg easily."

Melissa grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, this time slower, more deliberate, her free hand sliding down Emma's body, tracing the curve of her hip, the softness of her skin. "Oh, you'll beg," Melissa muttered against her lips. "Trust me."

Emma squirmed beneath her, trying to regain some of that control, but Melissa wasn't having it. She tightened her grip, her hand moving lower, teasing, until Emma's breath hitched again, this time more desperate.

"You still wanna be a brat?" Melissa whispered, her voice rough with desire. "Or are you ready to let me take the lead?"

Emma's lips parted, her breath ragged as she stared up at Melissa, the last flickers of defiance slowly melting away beneath the heat between them.

"I think," Emma breathed, her voice shaky but still teasing, "I might let you... just this once."

Melissa chuckled darkly, her fingers tightening their hold as she leaned in, her lips brushing Emma's ear. "Good girl."

Melissa's grin widened at the faint flicker of surrender in Emma's eyes. That cocky attitude was still there, but Melissa could feel it slipping, breaking apart under her touch. She wasn't about to let Emma off easy, though—not when she could see how much the younger woman wanted her to take charge.

"Good girl," Melissa whispered again, her voice low and commanding as she shifted her weight, pressing Emma deeper into the couch.

Emma's breath came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath Melissa's as she tugged at the fabric of Emma's blouse, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. The shirt hit the floor, leaving Emma exposed in just her black lace bra, the contrast against her skin making Melissa's pulse quicken.

"You've been wantin' this all night, haven't you?" Melissa murmured, her eyes dark as she ran her hands over Emma's bare skin, tracing the soft curves with deliberate, teasing touches.

Emma squirmed beneath her, but that bratty smile was still there, her eyes flickering with mischief. "You're awfully confident, Schemmenti."

Melissa chuckled, dipping her head down to kiss Emma's collarbone, her lips trailing down the smooth line of her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "I am," she growled softly, her voice rough with desire. "Because I know what you need. You can act like you're in control, but right now?" Her hand slid up, cupping the back of Emma's neck as she kissed her hard again, this time more possessive, more demanding. "You're mine."

Emma's breath hitched, her hands instinctively reaching for Melissa, fingers tangling in her shirt as she tugged Melissa closer. "Then prove it," she whispered, her voice a mix of defiance and raw need.

Melissa grinned against Emma's lips, pulling back just enough to look down at her, taking in the way Emma's body arched beneath her, the way her breath came in shallow gasps. "Oh, I'm gonna prove it, sweetheart."

She tugged at the clasp of Emma's bra, undoing it with a practiced flick of her fingers, letting it fall to the side as her hands slid over Emma's bare skin. Emma let out a soft gasp, her body arching into Melissa's touch, her lips parting in anticipation. Melissa's grin widened—this was exactly what she wanted.

"You like this, don't you?" Melissa whispered, her hands exploring every inch of Emma's body, fingers teasing and trailing in a way that made Emma tremble beneath her. "Being told what to do. Being made to feel like this."

Emma bit her lip, her eyes dark with a mixture of defiance and surrender. "Maybe I do," she whispered, her voice shaky but teasing.

Melissa growled softly, her hands moving lower, fingers tracing the waistband of Emma's jeans before popping the button open with a quick flick. "Then you're gonna love what happens next."

Emma's breath caught in her throat as Melissa began tugging her jeans down, the fabric sliding over her hips, leaving her in just her lace panties. Melissa paused for a moment, her eyes roaming over Emma's body, taking in the way her skin flushed with heat, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" Melissa murmured, her voice rough as her hands slid down Emma's thighs, fingers brushing against the soft lace of her panties.

Emma's lips curved into a playful smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you were here to take control, not give me compliments."

Melissa chuckled darkly, her hands gripping Emma's hips as she leaned down, her lips hovering just above Emma's ear. "I can do both," she whispered, her breath warm against Emma's skin. "But right now? I'm in charge."

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