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Milly supposes she should be a bit embarrassed for drinking as much as she did — or rather, just a few glasses thanks to her low tolerance — but she hadn’t expected they’d actually win an award. No one had. It was why they had only sent one producer, Emma, and herself.
She gets on the stage easily and walks to the left of Miguel when she realizes she’d rather be next to Emma who has a blinding smile on their face and she can’t help but return it. Thankfully, they allow her to cling onto them which is perhaps the only reason she is still upright. She makes a joke beneath her breath which makes Emma laugh and then she hears clapping and decides to clap too and then Miguel brings the spotlight onto them both, asking for a round of applause and she’s certain she’s never been so red — so mortified — in her life but she just leans into Emma’s embrace and smiles, completely incredulous.
Emma’s hand has found its way near her waist, lifting upwards to just beneath her breast, their fingers gently tapping away and rubbing circles and Milly is absolutely plastered because she cannot stop laughing or smiling like an utter fool. She wishes she could have some of Emma’s control, but it seems even they’re not far from outright laughing so maybe it’s not so bad that she’s this gone. Still, she must make somewhat of an attempt so she tries to stop her giggles by covering her mouth but really all it does is give her something to fixate on. She keeps her pointer finger in her mouth, just barely, and it keeps her from doing something even more foolish, like kissing Emma out of happiness. She knows it’s inappropriate to be this sloshed but at the moment, she cares little for appearance when she’s — well, the show she’s worked on as a lead — just won a Golden Globe.
Miguel finishes his speech and then they’re heading off stage and Emma, ever the kind person that they are, helps her down the steps. She can’t help but let her fingers linger longer than they should and for the rest of the event, she feels their eyes on her, piercing as always, even more than usual due to the bold and intimidating look they chose for tonight. She sips on what’s left of her last drink for the rest of the time, posting a story on her Instagram to help pass time and texting the cast group chat and hopefully take her mind off the heat she’s felt since Emma’s hands were on her.
She’s handed the actual award for the red carpet — though it’s not really red, is it — to take pictures with Emma and others and they both behave well even if she’s certain she saw Emma stare at her cleavage, which might just be wishful thinking.
She’s undeniably tipsy when it’s time to get back to her hotel to change for the after party and she groans realizing she will need a guide and before she can text someone to come save her from even more embarrassment, Emma offers to take her back before heading to her own. It is a kind thing to do and Milly really shouldn’t be looking into it — Emma is a kind person, after all — but oh she is and she accepts their proposal.
They talk about meaningless things after they’ve exhausted the surprise of winning Best Drama and other topics revolving around the Golden Globes. She tells them what her room number is and hands them her keycard early on so she doesn’t forget. Time passes all too quickly because before she knows it, they’re at her room and Milly doesn’t have the excuse to cling and lean onto Emma anymore which makes her pout. She doesn’t want this moment to end. It’s been so nice to spend time with them, especially since there’s no reason for them to be around each other anymore after this when all she wants to do is never leave their side.
“Would you like to come in?” She asks hopefully, not bothering to look up at Emma when her head is against their shoulder and her face in the crook of their neck, which is quite comfortable.
“I’ll help you, yeah?”
“Yeah, that works.”
It’s probably best not to drink anymore when she knows she’ll drink some more at the party and she’ll regret it, just like she will with everything that’s happened tonight. A killer hangover is not something to add atop of that, which she will have if she drinks even the tiniest bit more right now. She would like to remain in the state between tipsy and buzzed.
Her room is clean and not a mess; a blessing in disguise, really. Emma doesn’t need to know of her proclivity to wait until she could no longer handle the clutter. They turn on a single lamp next to her bed and she’s thankful because she doubts she can handle harsh lighting at the moment and then they set her on the bed and she immediately kicks off her heels.
“Do you have your outfit ready?” Emma asks and it takes all her concentration to not let her cheeks redden so she nods her head and points to a bag on her dresser which they dutifully grab and hand to her. They walk off and Milly pulls out the outfit her stylist had helped her pick out, a classic but stunning look.
They come back with a glass of water for her and she takes it gratefully and drinks it slowly, keeping eye contact with Emma who’s leaning against the wall with her arms crossed with a slight smirk on their face.
Could it be? Surely not.
Milly doesn’t want to get her hopes up but if she doesn’t do this now, she never will. With that in mind, she places the glass on her night stand and crosses her legs and rests her hands in her lap and stares back at Emma, letting her desire show fully on her features.
“Would you be so kind as to help me out of my dress, Emma? I fear I can’t reach my zipper.”
“It would be my pleasure.” They reply and so Milly stands up and turns her back to them.
Gently, they unclasp the halter section and her dress droops ever so slightly and she can feel the way their gloved hand brushes against her spine ever so deliberately, making her shiver. Then they grab her zipper and pull down and her dress falls down to the floor in a heap which she quickly steps out of and shoves to the side.
Milly has a choice to make in this slight second; to turn around and face Emma or to grab her clothes which are right in front of her. She turns around.
Emma stares at her face and then their eyes travel down her body and their hands twitch and Milly steps forward and now her body is pressed against their own and her hands go to cup Emma’s cheeks.
Emma seems to understand what it is she’s doing and is receptive but still, ever so a gentleman, they ask, “Are you sure?”
“More than anything.” Milly replies with a grin and takes the leap, standing on her tippy toes to kiss them and their hands find themselves in her hair and on her waist, bringing her even closer.
Kissing Emma is everything she has dreamed of and them being completely clothed while she’s naked shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it makes Milly ache.
She is pushed onto the bed by Emma and she is reminded of her small stature as she is so easily manhandled and then they’re on top of her, straddling her and Milly is almost saddened to see them take off their gloves but it makes such an erotic scene; the way they take it off with their teeth and toss them both to the side from their mouth. Then they’re back to kissing and they’re flesh to flesh this time.
They suck her skin, sure to leave behind marks, and she tugs on their hair to push their head further down and Emma looks up at her for a second with a smirk that would have made her knees weak if she were standing. As it is, it only makes her rub her thighs together.
“Emma, please.” She begs unashamedly.
“Is there something you want specifically, sweet girl?”
Oh, that was so unfair of them.
“I want you so badly.”
Emma’s hand glides from between her breasts down her stomach and then to her outer thigh, where they begin to tap lightly and rub circles, an imitation of what they had done on stage. Milly twitches in response, wrapping her arms around their neck.
They lean down to kiss her ear and whisper in it. “And where would you want me, hm? Here?” They kiss her breast, their free hand taking it in their palm, rolling her hardened nipple in between their thumb and pointer finger. “Or here?” Their other hand moves to touch between her thighs, a single swipe of two fingers from her entrance to her clit. They bring their finger to their lips and Milly can see the way they glisten with her arousal. They place them in their mouth and suck and it’s then she realizes she wants their mouth on her.
She begins to answer, “I want—” when she gasps when she feels those same exact two fingers enter her mouth and unconsciously she begins to suck on them, closing her eyes before snapping them back open to stare at Emma with their fingers still in her mouth.
“Milly, sweetheart. Use your words for me.”
Sweetheart, she likes the sound of that.
Emma’s fingers stay still inside of her and she knows if she doesn’t comply, they will stay that way and won’t ever reach between her thighs.
“I want you to get me off with your fingers and— and—”
“And what?” Emma asks, even though they probably know what her answer will be.
“Your mouth.” Milly squeaks because as she answers, their fingers enter her and she arches her back at the intrusion and lets out a quiet moan. Emma breaks away from her hold and settles themself between her legs. Their fingers curl inside of her and it’s such a pleasant feeling.
“Good girl.”
And then their mouth is on her clit and Milly grips the bed sheets because this was too much at once. Emma is diligent with both their fingers and tongue, which isn’t surprising but Milly is easy to please and she knows that if they wish to, they could have her overstimulated quickly and she’d be helpless. She likes that idea very much.
Emma’s tongue swirls around her clit and she adds a third finger to pump in and out of her. She calls out their name like a litany, like they are her savior, and she can feel that familiar pressure building up in her belly and her breath comes out as soft pants and moans. Her toes curl and her back arches sharply once more which pushes Emma’s face and, subsequently, mouth closer to her and it’s then they decide to suck on her little bud and she clenches around her finger and moans loudly, her hips bucking into her fingers and legs trembling.
They don’t let up and continue to play with her clit and this time, their fingers find that soft, spongy spot inside of her and rubs against it and she finds herself cumming once more, even stronger than the first time, as she calls out their name and her vision blacks out for a moment.
Milly slumps when Emma takes their fingers out of her and catches her breath as she lets her relax for a minute. She looks up to see Emma smiling at her wickedly, face wet and sloppy with her juices and it’s the best she’s ever looked, especially with their mussed up hair and running eye makeup.
She pulls her up for a kiss and she can taste herself on her lips and she deepens the kiss, licking away any trace of herself from them, which makes Emma grunt.
“Can I return the favor?” Milly questions after a few minutes of being held in their arms and kissing sloppily and sweetly.
“Another time, or maybe, later tonight. After all, we have a party to go to.”
She bites her lip, wishing more than anything to see the way they look as they peak.
“Tonight.” She demands.
Emma laughs and kisses her on her forehead and agrees. “Tonight then.”
Milly smiles like the cat who got the canary. She may regret getting drunk at the award ceremony but she’s not too disappointed since it led to this. In fact, this is the win she will treasure far more than the one she received for their show. She gets up and changes quickly because the sooner they arrive, the sooner they can leave and Milly wants to have Emma on their back.