Fic: When the lights are dim (Glee/Glitter, Terri/Emma)

[thegirl20]

TITLE: When The Lights Are Dim.
AUTHORS: the_girl_20 and voodoochild_101
FANDOM: Glee / #Glitter
PAIRING: Terri/Emma
SUMMARY: Terri and Emma's second date, but first official date as a couple. HAPPY!FIC!!!
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 6,333
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. They're Ryan Murphy's.
SPOILERS: None
AUTHORS' NOTES: Based on the Twitter based Role Play known as Glitter (the_glitter). Check out the twitter accounts of Terri and Emma.
AUTHORS' NOTES 2: This is set before Valentine's Day.

Terri is nervous. She doesn’t know why, it’s not like it’s their first ever date. She does know that she’s spent an inordinate amount of time getting ready for it. She changed her outfit three times and settled on a tight purple top that dips low into her cleavage, paired with a pair of casual black pants. She's wearing a set of black underwear that made Emma's eyes nearly pop out of her head the first time she saw it. She's hoping for a similar reaction later.

She's spent an hour lighting candles in the living room and the bedroom. It feels quite strange to be making elaborate preparations for Emma coming over since she's practically been living with her for the best part of a month. But this is their first official date as a 'couple' and not as...whatever else they've been. So it should be special.

The arrangement, as far as this date is concerned, is that since it was Terri’s idea to go to the movies, and Emma’s idea to stay in instead, Terri would pick the movie out of her own collection and Emma would bring the food. There's a knock at the door and her heart starts beating faster. She laughs at how silly she's being. It's Emma.

She heads into the hallway and opens the door. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes travel down Emma's body. She’s wearing dark blue fitted jeans, one of those white frilly shirts she seems to like so much and a pair of flat shoes. Terri has a particular weakness for Emma in casual clothing. Like now, all she wants to do is slip her hand into the back pocket of Emma's jeans. Instead, she forces her eyes upwards and smiles shyly.

"Hi."

"Hi," Emma returns with a smirk, catching Terri out in her staring, and proud of herself that she can spark thatkind of reaction.

When she's sure Terri is done - she's moved to the side of the door - she walks in and down the hallway. She stops in the middle of the living room her eyes round and her mouth open so wide that she's pretty sure her jaw has unhinged and is on the floor somewhere. The room is illuminated by candlelight and it's so beautiful that she doesn't even hear the voice in her head screaming 'MESS!!'

Terri is strangely relieved at Emma's reaction to the room. She had wondered whether she had gone a bitoverboard and that it would come across as strange. But seeing Emma's face light up in a way that has nothing to do with the candlelight assures her that it must be okay.

Emma sets the food down on the coffee table and turns to Terri, who's right behind her. She takes this time to rake her eyes over Terri's ensemble herself and flushes. She spies a hint of black lace at her chest and the heat from her face dives southward.

"Terri... this is..." Emma doesn't have a word for it. She's great with words, and she doesn't have a word for how she feels about this. She tells Terri how she feels about her instead. "You're amazing," she says softly.

She steps in to Terri's personal space and wraps her arms around the shorter woman's neck. She kisses her. Terri smiles into the kiss as she takes advantage of the situation and slips both of her hands into the back pockets of Emma's jeans. An action Emma doesn't seem to object to as she tightens her arms around Terri, bringing their bodies into even closer contact. Terri's already tingling in some very interesting places, but she's determined that this will be a real date. She slowly draws out of the kiss, dropping smaller kisses on Emma's mouth to prolong it. She squeezes Emma's ass through her jeans, eliciting a small squeal.

"Yep, I am pretty amazing. And you're not so bad yourself," Terri says, smiling as Emma dips her head and blushes.

Terri takes a deep breath through her nose.

"Mmmmmm...something smells good. But enough about you for now...what food did you bring?" she asks with a wink.

Emma rolls her eyes with a smile. She finds Terri's cocky demeanor endearing, but she won't ever tell her that.

She moves to the table to pull the contents out of the plastic bag. "I bought Thai food; there's crispy mushrooms, pad thai with vegetables, chicken and cashew nut - that one's for you - vegetable curry, and some boiled rice..." She stops as she realises there's enough to feed a small army... Apparently Terri thinks so too, because her eyes are wide but she's looking at her in amusement. "Okay, so we don't have to worry about lunch tomorrow..." She can feel her cheeks redden as Terri chuckles.

She stands up and moves into the kitchen to get some plates and cutlery (and to calm down! It's just Terri. There's no need to dance around each other!). When she comes back in to the living room, Terri's popping open the containers, ready to serve them up. She pops a mushroom into her mouth.

"Hey," Emma scolds, her smirk giving her away.

Terri smiles and swallows the mushroom. She raises an eyebrow and then dips her finger into the curry and brings it to her lips, sucking it into her mouth and closing her eyes in exaggerated rapture.

"Mmmmmmm."

She opens her eyes to see Emma watching her as she draws her finger out of her mouth. Terri licks her lips. Emma's breathing has quickened and her eyes have grown even darker. Terri dips her finger back into the sauce and approaches Emma, holding it out.

"You wanna taste?"

Emma licks her own lips and takes a step forward. She captures Terri's wrist in her hand and traces the pad of her finger with the tip of her tongue before taking the digit into her mouth and sucking on it gently. She hums her approval, before releasing it. Two can play this game.

"Not bad," she says with her quirky grin.

And just like that she's moved away from Terri and starts to dish out the food, popping a mushroom into her own mouth as she does. Terri looks at Emma's back for a second while she tries to bring her body's reactions under control. Because right now she just wants to grab Emma's hips, turn her around, press her down onto the table and kiss her long and hard.

She draws in a long breath through her nose and lets it out through her mouth. She moves around to the other side of the table and bends over to help Emma serve the food.

"Do you want the chi-" Emma says, looking up from the containers and stopping abruptly.

Terri smirks, because somehow Emma's face has managed to be directly level with her chest. Emma swallows. She can feel her face redden and she curses herself for being so pale. She drags her eyes over Terri's chest, slowly before meeting her blue orbs. She shuffles back a bit, licks her lips and tries to repeat the question, while calming her rapid heartbeat.

"Do...do you...want the chicken?" Her breath is ragged and her voice is husky.

She closes her eyes at how ridiculous she sounds and at the smirk still gracing Terri's lips. "You're doing this on purpose," she breathes.

Terri widens her eyes, feigning innocence.

"Doing what on purpose, honey?

"You're...trying to throw me off...you're teasing." Is all the redhead can muster, since Terri hasn't moved and her line of sight is still placed at her chest.

Terri gently takes Emma's chin in her hand and pulls her face up. She leans in and places a soft kiss on her mouth before pulling back just enough to speak, their noses still touching.

"It's not teasing if I intend to follow through," she whispers, her breath caressing Emma's lips.

Emma’s hands move out to hold Terri's hips instinctively, her thumbs slipping under the hem of Terri's shirt and caressing her skin.

"You're not even going to wine and dine me first?" She asks against Terri's lips.

Terri laughs softly. She winds her arms around Emma's waist, pulling her in and shivering as Emma's hands slide further under her shirt, up her back.

"OK, for starters, the 'wining' part is out because you don't drink...and we both know why," she adds with a slightly shameful smile. "But as for the 'dining' part...I guess we really should eat something. I think we might be in for a long night so we should build up our energy first."

Terri makes no move to let go of Emma or to change their current position. Emma's eyes grow dark at Terri's words and a mischievous smirk spreads across her lips.

"Or," she drawls, "We can use up some of that energy now and make out a bit... And heat up the food later...?"

She punctuates her suggestion with a nip to Terri's lower lip. She doesn't know what's come over her, but something in her shifted when she walked in to the place. And Terri being all suggestive isn't helping. Not that she's complaining...

Terri wants to be sensible and have a proper date without it just dissolving into sex. But with Emma looking at her like that and the way Emma's hand is lightly dancing across the bare skin of her back, her sense of propriety is somewhat muted. She pretends to consider Emma's suggestion.

"Hmmm, well if you think that you're not going to be able get through dinner and a movie without ravishing me, I suppose it's only fair to give you a little fix," Terri says, one hand pushing Emma's hair behind her ear while the other cups her ass. "Strictly over the shirt action though," she warns. "I know what you're like when you get going, Ms Pillsbury. And I do need to eat at some point."

Emma's eyebrows raise. This sounds like a challenge that Terri isn't even aware she's set.

"Are you saying I couldn't last until then?" she asks with a smirk.

Terri tilts her head to the side and smiles. She removes her hand from Emma's backside and walks her fingers up her ribcage until her knuckles lightly brush the underside of Emma's breast.

"I don't know. You tell me," she says, cupping Emma's breast now and running her thumb over an already erect nipple.

Emma inhales sharply at the contact. She scratches lightly at Terri's back with her left hand while her right snakes its way up to the back of the other woman's neck. She pulls her head down roughly to meet her lips in a crushing kiss.

Terri grants entrance to Emma's tongue immediately and moans as the muscle fills her mouth. But just as quickly as it enters, it's gone again. Emma draws back from the kiss with a grin and moves back to the coffee table. She's finishing the task they started and dishing out the rest of the food as if nothing had happened.

"So, what movie did you pick out?" She asks casually, her eyes focussed on the food in front of her.

Terri blinks, thrown momentarily. She licks her lips and swallows, trying to regain her composure. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and saunters over to the table. She stops beside Emma, making sure that the bare skin of their forearms makes contact every few seconds.

"Well, I had thought we could watch 'My Fair Lady'," she begins, casting a sidelong glance at Emma. "But you know, I'm suddenly in the mood for something more epic, something...longer. How about 'Titanic'?"

Emma smirks, ignoring the sparks of electricity shooting up her arm every time Terri touches her. She turns to face her with a grin.

"'Titanic' sounds great. Why don't you finish serving up the food, and I'll put it on?"

She doesn't give Terri the chance to respond. She's already at the collection of DVDs that Terri has, bent over at an angle that she's sure Terri will leer at, as she tries to find the movie. When she does, she turns her head over her shoulder.

"Found it."

And without any prompting, she puts it into the DVD player and walks back (swinging her hips) to meet Terri. She picks up the plate without the chicken and settles on the couch, getting comfortable.

Terri stares at Emma, practically lounging on the couch eating her food, and although she should be annoyed at being bested (temporarily), all she can think of is how much she likes the sight of Emma looking so at home in her living room. She picks up her own plate and walks over to join Emma on the couch. She sits down and curls her legs underneath her, the length of her thighs touching Emma's. Her left arm is pressing against Emma's right one, making it awkward for Emma to eat. She turns her head slightly and smiles.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm really looking forward to this movie. All three hours of it."

Terri turns her attention back to the TV where the old crone is starting her story. She groans internally. This was a misstep. She should have gone for something sexy instead of some crummy three hour-long chick- flick. But, never one to back down, Terri plasters on a smile and starts tucking into her dinner.

Emma doesn't say anything. She just smiles, and after a few moments of trying to eat, switches the fork to her left hand and continues eating as the movie begins.

'Titanic' is one of her favourite movies. She'll be enthralled in it the entire time. Her mind won't even drift to Terri... who's practically sitting on top of her at this point.

This will be easy.

They eat in silence for a short while. Terri casts the occasional glance at Emma, who is making a pretty convincing show of appearing unperturbed by Terri's proximity to her. A very convincing show, actually. Terri resists the urge to sigh. She's already bored by the movie and they've barely even set sail. It'll be hours before the thing sinks.

She's finished her food and she looks over to check that Emma has too. Then she stands and holds her hand out.

"Here, I'll go put these in the sink."

Emma hands over her plate and fork, barely removing her eyes from the screen. Terri grinds her teeth slightly, but smiles as she deposits the plates and heads back to the living room. She pauses just before she reaches the couch.

"Wow...my back is kinda sore, feels like it needs to pop or something."

She stretches her arms above her head and twists her neck to the side, ensuring that her top rides up enough to reveal a sliver of her abdomen.

Emma doesn't notice the show that Terri is putting on. She does, however, hear what Terri is saying accompanied by the cracking of her back. She misses what's being said in the movie over it, but she's seen it so many times that she could quote it without prompt.

She smirks.

"How about a back rub then?" She offers, gesturing to the floor. When Terri gives her a look, she says "I don't want to miss the movie while I'm doing so..." and it's practically on the verge of a whine... and she throws in a pout.

Terri raises her eyebrows.

"Well, how thoughtful of you," she says, with sugary sweetness. "I'd love a backrub as a matter of fact. Just a second though...this'll probably get in the way..."

In a smooth motion she pulls her top over her head and throws it onto the armchair, leaving her in only a black, lace bra. Emma's face flushes and she feels a twinge between her legs. She shifts positions on the couch to alleviate it, ending up with both feet planted firmly on the floor, spread apart so Terri can sit in between them. She's lost the upper hand... but only in this moment.

She flexes her fingers and then sets them on Terri, kneading the flesh like a pro and feeling the tension leave under her fingers (Despite the show that was just put on, Terri is quite tense and knotted up).

"Pressure okay?" she asks, her eyes still trained on the TV.

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, it's fine...good."

Terri's eyebrows knit together in frustration. She is not in the best position to use her current state of undress to her advantage. Her mind is soon distracted from her predicament as Emma works some kind of magic on her neck and shoulders, rubbing gently but firmly. She had been kidding about her back, but it seems like there's more tension there than she'd thought.

Emma hits a particularly sensitive spot and Terri lets out a low moan of appreciation as the tension dissipates. She hears Emma draw in a breath behind her, her hands stilling on her skin. Terri smiles.

Emma starts moving her hands again and Terri waits a few moments before gasping and moaning again. She presses back into Emma, her shoulders pushing Emma's legs further apart. Emma bites her bottom lip to suppress a moan of her own and continues working on Terri's back. She ignores the steady pulse between her legs and further ignores the wet patch she can feel, though Terri spreading her legs wider, whether on purpose or by accident, is only making her more aware of it.

Emma tries to focus on the movie. Jack is playing poker with the boys. Emma doesn't understand poker. Great.

She's working on a particularly stubborn knot and when Terri lets out a moan, Emma can't help but moan herself. She cringes as she pictures Terri smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Terri hides her smile before turning around and ending up on her knees between Emma's legs. Her face is full of faux concern, her brow scrunched up. She puts a hand high up on Emma's thigh and rubs it gently through the denim with her thumb. Emma jumps at the contact.

"Are you OK, sweetie? I heard you make a noise...did you hurt something?"

Emma clears her throat. "I'm fine," she replies with a smile. "You're done. Why don't you put your shirt back on and come join me on the couch again? It's kinda lonely up here..." Her wide, brown eyes adding to her pout.

Terri melts a little at Emma's adorable expression, but stays strong. She smiles up at Emma.

"No, I'm good like this, I was kind of warm before anyway."

She uses Emma's knees to push herself into a standing position, careful to make sure that her breasts pass very close to Emma's face on the way up. She hesitates before sitting down.

"Oh...unless you're uncomfortable with me wearing this?”

Emma feels her heart rate increase at the sight of Terri's lace clad breasts in such close proximity. She involuntarily licks her lips.

"Uncomfortable?" She laughs it off, and prays her bravado doesn't slip. "Why would I be uncomfortable? I just thought you might be cold... It is winter..." She shrugs. "But if you're warm enough to stay like that, then I wouldn't object."

And with that, Terri sits back down on the couch. Emma wastes no time in cuddling up to her, wrapping an arm around her bare midsection. Terri is ice cold and Emma smirks. Terri tries to suppress the shiver that goes through her body as Emma's warm arm comes into contact with her skin. Emma's head is on her shoulder, fitting snugly under her chin. She wraps an arm around Emma's shoulder and pulls her in a little tighter, turning her head to press her nose into Emma's hair. She lets out a soft sigh and, to her surprise, it's a contented one.

She turns back to look at the screen. Emma seems to be really invested in the movie. Terri starts to smile at this but it fades as she realises that Emma has chosen to watch a movie she's probably seen a dozen times, rather than look at her breasts. She slumps a little in her seat, a pout firmly in place while she contemplates her next move.

Emma's smirk doesn't falter. It just grows wider, especially when she sees goosebumps appear over Terri's body. Here and now, she doesn't think she's ever been happier. She lets out a breath against Terri's neck in contentment and waits a while before making her move.

*

As Jack starts to sketch Rose wearing nothing but the 'Heart of the Ocean', Emma places a kiss on Teri's neck, right below her pulse point while her thumb absentmindedly rubs back and forth on her bare hip. They stay like that for a moment, Emma placing kisses on her neck, around her pulse point but never on it, sporadically.

It's not until the two run off and start making love in the backseat of the car that she changes her tactics. She can feel, rather than see, Terri's breath hitch as she starts lightly scratching her hip, her pinky slipping comfortably under the waist of her pants. Emma can't help but shiver slightly at the lace she finds there.

Her eyes still trained on the TV, she places a kiss on Terri's pulse point, her tongue flicking out against it, her scratching becoming firmer as she does, before going back to barely there grazing.

Terri's nerve endings are crackling with need. Emma's not playing fair. She knows Terri has a particularly sensitive neck. Terri fights hard not to squirm, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache between them. A whimper escapes her throat as Emma runs her hot, flat tongue across her pulse point again, and she tries to turn it into a cough. Emma's soft giggle against her skin tells her she might not have been entirely successful. She needs to do something.

Emma's hand is still scratching at her hip in an infuriatingly unsatisfying pattern of hard then soft. Terri runs her hand down the length of Emma's arm, linking their fingers together and removing them from her hip. She brings Emma's hand to her mouth and places a feather light kiss on each knuckle. She can feel Emma's eyes on her so she turns to meet them with her own.

She lets her gaze drop to Emma's lips, lingering there for a long moment before bringing them back up again. Terri reaches out with her free hand and runs a finger over, Emma's eyebrow, down her cheek, coming to hook her under the chin. She moves her face towards Emma's, pausing when their noses touch, letting her breath ghost over Emma's lips. Terri turns back to the TV abruptly, letting go of Emma's chin.

"Oh look, the boat hit an iceberg...who saw that one coming?" she asks, cheerily.

Emma rolls her eyes with a knowing grin. Terri is on the edge - if her hardening nipples are anything to go by. She brings her lips to Terri's ear.

"You're losing your resolve," she whispers (not that she's faring much better - it just helps that her favourite movie is on), before sucking gently on an earlobe and she can feel Terri shiver.

With a satisfied smirk placed squarely on her lips, she snuggles back down and curls herself into Terri's side, happy to stay like this, watching as Jack gets arrested for 'stealing' Rose's necklace. Terri is strong, she'll give her that much.

Terri grinds her back teeth together. She does not like to be teased. And she does not like that Emma's little self-assured comment sent a further frisson of arousal through her.

She sighs. She had forgotten how long it took this damn boat to sink. She needs something to take the edge off. Subconsciously, her hand has moved to her own breast, her fingers teasing her nipple, thumb kneading the supple flesh. She hums with pleasure. Emma shifts slightly against her at the noise. Terri's hand runs down her own toned abdomen and back up to cup her breast, squeezing lightly.

On the next journey down over her stomach, her fingers dip beneath the waistband of her pants.

Her eyes may be trained on the TV but her peripheral vision is still in top working condition. This is certainly unfair. Her mouth has gone dry and her breathing hitches. The steady pulse has returned between her legs. She bites on her bottom lip to stop from moaning. This is definitely unfair. She takes a deep shaky breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth. It doesn't work. She bites harder on her bottom lip and she's pretty sure she can taste copper.

She narrows her eyebrows. No way is Terri allowed release.

"Unless you plan on using those hands on me, keep them still," she mumbles. "Other wise, I'll just leave after the movie, since you clearly don't need me to help out..."

Terri sighs. Then smirks. Keeping her eyes on the TV screen, she pulls her hand out of her pants slowly and holds it up to Emma's mouth.

"You wanna taste?" she asks casually, echoing her words from earlier in the evening.

Emma whimpers, audibly. She doesn't care that Terri hears her, or knows that she knows she's losing it. She licks her lips and gets up on her knees, she kicks a leg over Terri's so she's straddling her and grinds down in to her, chastely kissing her on the lips. She does this, if only to relieve the tension from between her legs. Her eyes darken as Terri tucks the hand she isn't offering into the back pocket of her jeans.

She brings her head to Terri's ear and whispers, "Actually... I'm still kind of full from dinner..." Which is an all out lie because her body is begging for Terri in more ways than one.

In one swift movement, she throws her left leg over to join her right and she switches sides on the couch. She stretches her legs out. One foot between Terri's thighs and one over her legs entirely. She checks the screen. Rose has only just found Jack handcuffed to the pole. She's not sure how much longer she can last.

Terri is practically vibrating with arousal. Her lips are tingling from Emma's far too brief kiss and she can barely think because Emma's foot is pressing against her inner thigh.

And there are people handcuffed in the movie now and Terri can't get the image of Emma handcuffed to her bed out of her mind. She glances over at Emma's face. Although she's still watching the movie, she's
visibly aroused and Terri knows if she just holds out a little bit longer, Emma will cave. She hopes.

Terri puts a hand on Emma's leg where it is stretched out over her own. She traces her fingers up and down the inner-seam of Emma's jeans, getting higher with every repetition. Emma matches her even strokes by wiggling her toes along her inner thigh. The higher Terri goes, the firmer Emma’s strokes become.

"Emma?" she begins, but has to clear her throat and swallow because her mouth is so dry. "How much longer does this movie have to go?"

"About an hour," she replies evenly.

Terri almost bites through her tongue as Emma's foot presses a little bit too close for comfort. An hour? Terri's pretty sure she'll die before then. She sighs, again. At least she will die knowing that she did not give in.

She grabs Emma's foot from between her legs and holds it, tickling her instep

Emma gasps and squeals, writhing on the couch to get out of this. She hates being tickled. It's dangerous, and she's extremely ticklish. She screams out between gasps.

"TER...TERRI!! TER...RI!! ST...OP!! STOP!! PL...PLEASE..STOP!!"

Terri complies almost immediately, a look of bewilderment on her face. Emma yanks her foot out of Terri's grasp and catches her breath. She moves her feet from the other woman's lap and bends them up at the knees, hugging them to her chest. On the way, however, she pokes Terri in the ribs with her big toe and scowls lightly.

Terri grunts slightly at the sharp pain in her ribs, but a slow smile makes its way across her face, which could only be described as devilish. She eyes Emma, all curled up into a little ball at the other end of the couch before she gets onto her hands and knees and crawls towards her, slowly. Emma eyes her warningly and, despite her body reacting in arousal (because, dear god!), she groans internally for letting her weakness slip. That look in Terri's eyes is not apologetic. At all.

"Oh, Emma, Emma, Emma...how did I not know that you were ticklish?" Terri muses.

She touches Emma's side experimentally, wiggling her fingers just under her ribcage.

Emma squeals again and jumps up off the couch, her arms crossed over her chest and glaring.

"Terri," she warns. "Don't.”

Terri just grins at Emma's warning. She stands up and threads her fingers together, stretching her arms out in front of her and cracking her knuckles. She approaches Emma as Emma starts backing away, the movie apparently forgotten.

Terri moves quickly and grabs Emma by the hips, pulling her against her body. She slides her hands up under Emma's blouse, fingers hovering lightly over her bare sides, barely touching the skin. She leans in, brushing her nose against the shell of Emma's ear.

"What's it worth?" she whispers

Emma's hands move lightning quick to cover Terri's, keeping a firm grip so they can't move. Her breathing is shallow and her eyes are about as dark as Terri's. She's slightly panicked, but her arousal is outweighing the fear reaction.

She doesn't think through her response when she automatically replies with, "What do you want?" And she regrets it the instant the words come out of her mouth.

Terri's smile is positively radiant. She's won. She looks at Emma, panting and wide-eyed, and all of a sudden something shifts. The instinct to go for the jugular leaves her and that damn protectiveness kicks back in. She tilts her head and sighs.

"Just you," she says.

Then she leans in and kisses Emma softly, her tongue gently seeking entry to Emma's mouth.

Emma's a little tense when Terri kisses her. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop and is expecting to be tickled so much that she passes out from lack of air to her lungs and brain.

So it isn't until Terri's hands leave Emma's sides to wrap around her waist that Emma grants Terri's tongue entrance.

They kiss for a few moments before Emma pulls back. She searches Terri's eyes and with a soft smile she says, "You have me..."

Terri smiles back, lifting her hand to stroke Emma's cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"Yeah, I do, don't I?" she says. "Lucky me."

She leans back in for another kiss, the frustrations of the evening disappearing as she revels in just being able to be close to Emma without trying to figure out how to press the advantage. Terri pulls away gradually, stealing quick chaste kisses on the way. She looks into Emma's eyes and sighs.

"So, now that you've proven that you've turned me soft, do we still need to watch the movie? Because I'm beginning to think that you find Kate Winslet more attractive than you find me."

Emma rolls her eyes. "I've known you were soft for the better half of a month." She takes hold of Terri's hand and leads her back to the couch. She sits down on it and pull's Terri down with her, practically in her lap, with a yelp as she almost tumbles.

Emma's eyes flick to the screen. Jack and Rose are in the water.

"To be perfectly honest, if we don't turn this movie off now, I'm going to turn into a blubbering idiot and cry myself stupid. And you don't want to have to deal with that. So..." she reaches behind her for the control to the DVD player and the TV and turns them both off before placing the controls back on the end table.

She reaches out to tuck Terri's hair behind her ears and places a soft kiss on her lips. "And don't worry. Kate Winslet's got nothing you."

Terri raises an eyebrow.

"Well, honey, I know that, but you haven't really shown that much interest in me this evening," she says, a pout slowly forming on her lips. "I mean, look at what I'm wearing...and you've barely spared me a passing glance."

Emma laughs out loud. “You mean look at what you’re not wearing!” She fires back.

It's a full-on pout now.

"Are you sure you don't think she's got better boobs than me?" Terri says, indicating her lace clad assets.

She's not taking the bait so easy, even if she does lick her lips involuntarily. This is too fun. "Kate Winslet may have nothing on you - your breasts are fantastic, by the way - but Titanic wins, hands down, every time."

She stifles her laugh when Terri's pout is still firmly rooted to the spot. She adds, wryly, "Too bad we had a challenge on. I'm sure you could have changed my mind..." Her eyes are sparkling.

"Well...I don't know, maybe you're bored of me already. Maybe I just don't do it for you anymore," Terri says, the corners of her lips quirking into a smile, despite the doleful tone of voice she's using. "Maybe it was all about the thrill of the chase for you and now that you finally hooked me, you're just gonna sit and watch TV and make me bring you beer...tell me Emma, is that how it's gonna be?"

Emma rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

She thinks about what she's just said and then smirks.

"Well not a verbal response, anyway. Come here."

She wraps her arms around Terri's waist and pulls her closer, even with the awkward angle they're at. She tilts her head up to meet Terri's lips and kisses her, her tongue grazing her bottom lip.

Terri smiles into the kiss, welcoming Emma's tongue into her mouth. She'll probably never tell her this, but she kind of loves it that Emma doesn't pander to her bullshit. She calls her on it and pushes her buttons and stands up to her. Before now, Terri thought she would hate that. But she doesn't.

When the kiss ends, Terri rearranges herself so that she's straddling Emma on the couch, her arms draped loosely around the redhead's neck. She looks at her thoughtfully.

"OK, so I haven't said this in about six hours and I'm starting to get the shakes from the withdrawals," Terri says, playing with the soft hairs at the nape of Emma's neck. "I love you, Emma Pillsbury. Also, I want to make lo-...I mean, have sex with you, like, right now."

Emma grins from ear to ear. "You're getting withdrawals from not telling me you love me?" She asks softly, her insides turning to mush.

She doesn't give Terri the chance to respond, just kisses her hard and square on the lips. "I love you, too. And I want to make love to you until we pass out," she says, a soft blush rising on her cheeks.

As Terri's eyes light up and she begins to pull her off the couch, Emma tugs on her hands, causing Terri to halt her actions. Nervous, she rubs her thumb over the back of Terri's hand. She looks into her eyes and searches them.

"I'm really happy that you chose to be with me, Terri. I don't think you realise how much."

Terri's eyes soften and one side of her mouth creeps up in a smile. A lump forms in her throat as she pulls Emma to her feet and hugs her tightly. She presses her face into the warm skin of Emma's neck to try to cover the tears that have inexplicably sprung to her eyes. She presses a kiss to the flesh beneath her lips.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," she mumbles, face still hidden away.

Emma will plead ignorant for Terri's sake, but she knows that Terri is covering tears. Emma runs one hand through soft, dark blonde hair, the other hand rubbing small circles on Terri's bare back.

"Better late than never, right?" She murmurs.

They stay that way for a few minutes until Terri finally pulls back, obviously recovered.

Emma presses a soft kiss to her mouth. Her jaw. Her neck. She comes back up and places a lingering kiss on her lips. "I love you."

Terri accepts the comfort and the kisses gratefully.

"I love you too, tiger," she says, her voice slightly hoarse from unshed tears.

She lets her hand drift down Emma's arm until their hands are linked and she starts to urge her in the direction of the bedroom.

"And right now, we're gonna go in there, and I'm gonna take off my pants, and you're gonna tell me how pretty I look in this underwear I picked out especially for you," they've reached the bedroom now and Terri watches Emma's face glow in the multitude of candles she lit earlier. "And then we might experiment with exactly how long it takes us to pass out from lovemaking."

Emma's eyes are wide by the time they reach the bedroom. She tugs on Terri's hand to gain her attention and when she turns around, Emma tugs again so that their bodies are flush against each other. She kisses her on the lips, nibbling lightly on her lower lip before pulling back.

"I think," she begins, as she pops the fly on Terri's pants, "that sounds like the perfect plan..."