"Just take off your clothes before you get too caught up, baby, then get back to work." Emily pulled on the t-shirt while Parker pulled down the sweat pants she had on.



Naked, Parker lay down on Emily and just took a second to enjoy the feel of soft skin pressed against her own. The short nails dragging up her back got her to roll over until Emily was laying on her before she put her mouth and hands back to where they were before the stripping break.



When Emily's hips started to move it was Parker that stopped them. "Not yet, honey, I'm not there yet," protested Emily.



"Kneel down for me, Em." Parker was confused when Emily's face that was pressed against Parker's chest got hot and the rest of her body wasn't moving. The heat was coming from the blush and the stillness was coming from hesitancy. "What's wrong?"



"I just don't…what I mean is, I'm not usually so….I've never," rambled Emily.



"Baby, I'd never force you to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable. I don't want to tie you up or hurt you, I just want to make you feel good and what I had in mind was going to do that, I promise. You trust me right?" asked Parker. The slightly red face nodded against her shoulder getting Parker to smile. "And you know we can stop whenever you want, right?" The blonde head nodded again. "Ok, kneel down for me and face the headboard."



Emily was so timid that Parker vowed to kick Gail's ass the next time she saw her. No one acted like this unless the person they had been with had taken their time to make them feel wanted and appreciated.



Emily looked down when she felt movement on the bed, finding big blue eyes looking up at her and from the crinkles at their sides she could tell Parker was smiling. With exaggerated slowness, Parker parted the slick swollen lips of Emily's sex with her fingers before dragging her flat tongue along the same path until it found the hard button that was going to be the focal point for the next few minutes.



The moment her tongue touched the place Emily most wanted her, Parker got the result she was looking for and Emily tipped her hips forward seeking a firmer massage letting Parker breathe. When the licking switched to sucking, Emily closed her eyes and hung on to the bed to keep from falling over the feeling was so intense.



Emily was enjoying the sensations so much, any feeling of embarrassment over her position was forgotten, and she was about to ask for something more when Parker beat her to the punch. Slowly Parker slipped two fingers in and curled them a little hitting just the right spot to get Emily to start keening. When it became too much, Emily released the bed and grabbed onto Parker's head to get her to suck harder.



The only thing that saved Emily from cracking her head on the bed when it was over was the fact Parker was able to hold her up. Emily felt like Parker was slowly changing the woman she was and it was a wonderful thing.



"You doing ok?" Parker asked the top of Emily's head that was lying on her shoulder.



"I'm doing great, thanks to you. I'm sorry…" Emily's apology was cut short by the fingers pressing up against her lips.



"I love you, Em, that means we go slow until you feel comfortable."



"I love you too, and I want you." Emily moved down until she was kneeling again, only this time between Parker's legs.



"The shirt wasn't a joke, baby, I'm all yours."



Emily leaned over and went to kiss Parker when the phone rang. She was thinking of ignoring it, but then thought of all the stuff going on in their lives and reached for it over Parker's objections.



"Hello."



"Hello, Emily. Is Parker there?"



"Hey, Gary, yeah hang on she's right here." Emily handed over the phone then sat on her feet to admire the long expanse of skin on display.



"Parker, are you having sex?" asked Gary as soon as he heard Parker's breathing on the other side.



"Not right at this moment if you must know, so whatever you want make it snappy."



"Could you put Emily back on the phone for me please?" Parker complied hoping it would make him hang up faster.



"Yes?" asked Emily looking into Parker's eyes while she talked to Gary.



"Emily, have you ever heard of Della Sanchez?"



"Should I recognize the name?" Emily shimmied forward at Parker's request, loving the feel of the callused hands running along her body when she straddled the firm abdomen.



"Maybe a subscription to a tennis magazine would do you good. Della Sanchez is the number five player in the world and the person that knocked Parker on her ass last year during this tournament."



"Uh huh," said Emily loosing track of the conversation when Parker pinched her nipples.



"Just a few more minutes, Emily, I promise." Gary could only imagine what Parker was doing to make Emily want to hang the phone up faster. "Think about how much better Park would play tomorrow if she's lacking a little something from you."



"Do you know what you're asking? She's not going to be happy."



"Do you want to live with the world's biggest sulker if she loses?" Gary bid her a good night and hoped for the best.



"Honey, how about a shower?" asked Emily getting off the bed.



"Now, you want to take a shower now?"



"Come on, please." Parker got up and thought about all the things they could do under running water so she followed the path Emily had taken into the bathroom. As a reward for getting out of bed Emily kissed her and turned her around so that her back was towards the tub.



The second the water hit Parker, the shock drove her ardor down so fast she stood there blinking her eyes trying to figure out what had happened. Emily looked like she was trying to figure out a quick escape route before Parker could turn off the cold tab and come after her.



"I didn't want to do it, baby, you have to believe me."



Parker calmly took a towel off the rack and started to dry her hair. "I realize that, Emily. Gary on the other hand is going to die the next time I see him."



Wanting to have sex again in her lifetime, Emily just nodded her head and agreed. The word behave became her new chant as she watched Parker's butt move back toward the bed. Tomorrow afternoon couldn't come soon enough.





Chapter 8




"Gary, I wouldn't do it if I were you, man. She still looked a little pissed this morning, and thanks to you, I'm thinking it spilled over to me too. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that." Emily took her seat in the box and stopped Gary from heading down to the locker room and getting the short end of Parker's fuse.



"It was for her own good, she'll thank me later." The coach sat next to her and looked around for the rest of the group that would be joining them.



Emily smoothed out the linen shirt she had put over her shorts that morning before answering him. She had gotten a call from her mother telling her if she was going to appear on the cover of any more magazines she would be forced to look at in the grocery check out line, the least Emily could do was dress a little nicer. "I'm sure she will, and they are getting some bottles of water so stop looking."



"She's really mad?" asked Gary.



"Let's just say when you called last night, I was one happy camper and you interrupted before I was able to, well you know."



"Return the favor?"



"Keep it up, Coach Gary, and I'll let you foolishly wander into the lion's den down there," Emily pointed toward the locker room area. When she looked to the end of her finger Parker was standing there looking up at them with a muscular looking Della Sanchez standing next to her. "That's a really big girl."



"Yeah, and as powerful I know Parker is, that woman standing next to her scares me. She beat Parker last year in straight sets. That was bad enough but the bitch taunted her throughout the whole match. It made Park so mad that it threw off her whole game including her serve." Gary greeted the rest of the crew that had arrived loaded with drinks and snacks before looking back toward the court.



"What do you mean she taunted her?" asked Emily.



Gray cracked open her water, as she too looked toward her sister's warm up. She answered Emily before Gary had the chance. "You'll see once this match starts. I can't imagine that Della has changed her style that much. She pushed too far last year and was disqualified in England, that's why she didn't play. The bitch's started the shit already telling the papers that's the only reason Parker walked away with the title."



Parker was warming up with some serves trying to ignore the asshole across the net from her. Della smirked at her when the first ball flew by her and just walked to her chair and sat down not giving Parker the satisfaction of trying to hit it back. The ball boy tried not to show any pain from the sting in his hands from catching serve after serve that Parker started shooting over the net as she tried to put her mind where it belonged. Della looked up into the stands looking for Gary and the rest of Parker's family knowing it was where she would find the person she was really looking for.



Emily watched Della as she reached into her bag and pulled out the rag with her picture on it and kissed it before blowing another kiss into the stands. Parker's opponent just laughed when a red faced Emily stood up and put her hands on her hips.



"Gary, get me down there now." The anger in Emily's voice was hard to miss by anyone sitting around them, and the photographers in the audience got ready for anything that came of Della's teasing.



"Calm down, Sparky. She's trying to get to Parker through you, don't let that happen right before the match." Gary dragged Emily back to her seat and tried reason.



"I don't want to see that overgrown adolescent, I want to see Parker before this thing starts."



Parker looked up into the stands for Emily before heading back down the tunnel to change her shirt before the match only to be surprised to find she and Gary waiting for her deep enough into the tunnel that the spectators would see them. "Hey, what're you doing down here?"



"Waiting to wish you luck, and to tell you a few things," answered Emily.



"Hey, Gary would you grab me a fresh shirt?" Gary nodded his head and left to find Parker's stuff. The only one that didn't take the hint was Della, who leaned against the tunnel wall opposite them and just stared.



"Parker, if I asked you to do something for me, would you?"



"Sure, baby, if I can. What'd you want?"



"I want you to go out there and beat the crap out of that asshole over there," Emily pointed to Della and aimed her middle finger at her when the woman blew her a kiss again.



Parker smiled at the little blonde pit bull before pulling her close. "And what do I get if I pull that off. You know she's the one that beat the crap out of me last year?"



Emily could hear Gary coming back so she tugged the shirt Parker had on and peeled it off her body. She took the towel Gary had handed her and mopped off all the sweat Parker had exuded during her warm up before putting the new one on, keeping the old one. When Parker had tucked the new billboard as she called them, Emily dragged her head down and kissed her.



"You want to know what you get?" Parker nodded her head so Emily pulled her back down again and started whispering in her ear. Gary almost fainted when whatever Emily was saying started to make Parker so weak in the knees she had to lean against the wall. When she was done, Emily kissed Parker's ear and looked up at her.