4. Emma

Emma had experienced plenty of kisses before, but nothing like this. Vivian's kiss was tentative at first but became surer by the moment. Emma moaned softly and linked her hands behind Vivian's neck, drawing her closer.

She slipped her tongue into Vivian's mouth. Vivian easily accepted her, exploring with her own tongue in return. She tasted delicious, like coffee and something uniquely Vivian. Vivian entwined herself closely with Emma until Emma was unsure whose arms and whose breath was whose.

Emma pushed Vivian back until she bumped up against the desk.

At Emma's wordless urging, Vivian sat on the edge of the desk as they kissed passionately. All thoughts were driven from Emma's mind—all thoughts except those revolving around how good Vivian's tongue and hands felt.

Emma wanted more of Vivian. She wanted to taste her. She broke away from the kiss for a moment to push Vivian's skirt up around her waist. Her panties were an unwanted barrier between Emma and what she truly wanted.

"Emma… fuck…" Vivian was seriously flustered, but Emma knew she wanted her. She needed this. She needed to loosen up.

"Lift your ass, please," Emma knelt and looked up at her with her most seductive gaze. "I want to please you, more than anything."

Vivian looked in two minds for just a second before she used her arms to push herself up just enough for Emma to pull her panties down. She got them off and tossed them to the side before using her hands to urge Vivian's knees wider open.

Vivian was breathing quickly as she braced herself with her hands behind her on the desk. Emma ran a hand through Vivian's wet folds, from her entrance up to her clitoris. Vivian cried out at the contact, her hips jerking forward into Emma's touch.

Vivian was so wet and so wanting. Emma knew she was going to enjoy this.

Emma smiled in anticipation, dropping down so that her mouth was level with Vivian's pussy. She ran her tongue slowly over Vivian's clit, adding just a little bit of pressure with the tip at the end. The effect was exactly what she had hoped. Vivian used one hand to grab the back of Emma's head and push her closer, mashing Emma's face into her clit.

It was exactly where Emma wanted to be. She licked slowly at first, but Vivian's desperate little whimpers enflamed her, urging her faster.

Vivian braced her feet on the desk, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, leaning back on the one hand still behind her. It couldn't be a comfortable position, but Vivian didn't seem to care.

"Oh fuck. Emma, your tongue… I'm gonna come… Oh! Yes, Emma, YES!"

Vivian's thighs clenched tightly and her pussy gushed as she came hard on Emma's tongue. It was sweet bliss, exactly what Emma wanted. She kept licking as Vivian shivered her way through her orgasm, finally falling back on the desk, gasping for breath.

Emma stood up, feeling extremely pleased with herself.

"Oh no you don't. You get yourself over this desk."

Vivian's sudden tone of stern command went straight to Emma's clit. She let Vivian maneuver her so that she was bent forward over the desk, her ass to Vivian.

Vivian wasted no time in in pulling Emma's pants and panties down around her ankles.

She used two fingers to tease around Emma's entrance before hesitating. "Do you want this, Emma?"

What the fuck kind of question was that? Of course she wanted this. Emma thought she had been exceedingly clear on that.

"I want you, Vivian. Need you, now. Please, give me your fingers."

Vivian didn't hesitate again. She slid two fingers slowly into Emma's waiting pussy. Emma groaned and thrust back against her. Vivian began pushing her fingers slowly in and out and she rocked back and forth with increasing urgency.

"Faster," Emma begged. "Please, Vivian."

Fuck, this feels so good.

Her clit was pressed against the edge of the desk and combined with the motions of Vivian's fingers inside her, Emma knew it wouldn't be long before she found her release.

She lost herself in the slick sound of Vivian's fingers moving in and out of her.

Then Vivian twisted her fingers inward, finding Emma's G-spot in a single unerring movement.

Emma clapped a hand over her own mouth to muffle her scream as she came.

The shocks of pleasure emanating from her pussy radiated through her whole body, leaving her limp in their wake.

She must have zoned out for a moment, because the next thing she knew, she was draped loosely over the desk and Vivian was pulling her fingers out. Emma managed to gather her limbs underneath herself and turned to Vivian. She pulled her in for one last kiss, but Vivian took a step back before their lips could meet and Emma felt the distance between them suddenly growing again.

"Emma… we shouldn't…"

"You're right," Emma sighed. "We both need to get back to work. That was fantastic, Vivian." Fantastic didn't even begin to cover it. The way that Vivian made her feel was crazy. The way that Vivian made Emma so desperate to please was like nothing she had felt before. She felt guilty for thinking it- as though she had betrayed Alison- but it was the best sex she'd ever had, and Emma was eager for more. However, they were at work. They should at least try to act like professionals. There would be plenty of time later…

She got dressed and winked at Vivian, who was still standing in the center of the room with her arms at her sides. She looked shellshocked.

Uncertainty crept into Emma's mind. It had been good for her. She had thought Vivian was enjoying herself, but what if she hadn't been?

"Vivian? Did you… Was that good?"

Vivian's eyes focused on her. "It was… well, it was fucking life-changing, Emma. The things you can do with your tongue…"

Emma grinned. That was exactly what she needed to hear. "Me too. Anyway, I'd best get back to work. See you later."

She left, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she went to her desk.

This was more than she had hoped for at this stage, even in her most optimistic fantasies. She had hoped that Vivian would start to warm toward her. Emma hadn't imagined that she would thaw to this extent so quickly, but she was more than pleased about it. She was absolutely delighted.

Her mind was already racing ahead, wondering if Vivian would come on a date with her. Was it too soon to ask? Maybe Vivian needed some time to process the sex first. They could talk more tonight. Lily had picked the perfect night to ask for a sleepover with Miriam. Emma and Vivian could talk after work and figure things out.

Emma didn't see Vivian for the rest of the day, which was odd. They usually worked closely together, but whenever Emma went to Vivian's office to check something or the other, Vivian either wasn't there, or had the door closed, which she did only when she was busy and couldn't be disturbed.

She responded readily enough to Emma's emails, though, so Emma was able to get through her work well enough.

At five o'clock, Emma hurried down the street to Vivian's favorite takeout place and ordered her and Vivian's usuals. She went back to Vivian's office door and knocked.

There was no answer.

"Vivian?"

No reply.

Emma hesitantly opened the door. The office was empty, the desk in perfect order. No one was here.

Emma frowned. Since when had Vivian ever not worked late?

She dialed Vivian's number and waited as it rang. Just when Emma had started to think that Vivian wasn't going to pick up, she finally did.

"Hello, Emma."

Emma was taken aback by her voice. It was cool and remote, even more so than it had been on her first day here.

"Hi, Vivian. Where are you? I brought us dinner."

"I'm so sorry, Emma. I should have told you. I left work early. I'm at home now."

"Oh. Well, I guess I could bring the food to you. What's your address?"

"I'm afraid I've already eaten. I'm tired and I think I'm going to get an early night. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'll see you tomorrow, Emma."

With that, Vivian hung up.

Emma stared at her phone screen.

What was going on? Did Vivian regret what they had done? She had certainly seemed to enjoy it at the time. Perhaps she'd changed her mind.

Emma needed to talk to her. She was sure they could work this out. This thing between them was new and fragile, but Emma felt sure that given time and care, it could grow into something truly beautiful.

So, the next day, she got in early and waited outside Vivian's office. Vivian had to come in here eventually. Emma was her assistant, and Vivian couldn't avoid her forever.

Sure enough, Vivian arrived at her office twenty minutes later. Her face became guarded the moment she saw Emma.

"Emma, did you need something?"

"Yes, actually. I want to talk to you."

Something akin to fear flashed across Vivian's face, but she quickly composed herself and nodded. "Come in."

Emma sat down opposite Vivian, who took a few sheets of paper out of a drawer and handed them to her. "I have the forms for you to lay a complaint with HR here. If you should decide on legal action, I will, of course, settle with you for any amount you want. Rest assured that your job here is safe no matter which course of action you decide on. If you do decide to stay, know that I will never abuse my power like that again. I feel utterly sick with myself. I am the worst—"

"Vivian, stop!" Emma's mind was reeling, trying to wrap her head around what Vivian was saying. The words were all in English, but they made no sense. "What are you talking about?"

Vivian frowned at her. "I'm talking about what happened yesterday."

Emma frantically went over the encounter in her mind, trying to pinpoint where Vivian had abused her power. She was coming up blank.

"Vivian, what exactly do you think happened yesterday?"

Vivian closed her eyes. She looked like she might throw up. "I did what I swore to myself I'd never do," she said in a low voice. "I used my position of power over one of my employees to exploit and abuse them. I have no excuse. I will entirely support whatever course of action you choose to take."

"What are you talking about? When did you ever abuse your power? You never threatened my job, or even hinted at it. At no point did I feel like I had to have sex with you because you're my boss. I wanted it, Vivian. I wanted you. I still do. You didn't do anything wrong."

Vivian was gaping at her as though Emma had just grown another head. "B-but I'm your boss! It's wrong!"

"It's only wrong if I didn't really want you, which isn't the case, you ninny. Not stop being silly and kiss me."

Vivian backed away from Emma as though Emma was advancing on her with a knife. "No!"

Emma stared at her. "What's the problem now? I've told you; you're not coercing me in any way. So unless you didn't actually enjoy it as much as you thought you did at the time…"

"That's not it," Vivian said quickly. "That was… It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life, Emma. But it was still a mistake. It can't happen again."

"May I ask why not?"

"No," Vivian said flatly. "Now, unless you have changed your mind about filing that case, I think we both have work to do."

Emma did her best not to glare at Vivian. She knew that no one owed her an explanation about why they didn't want to have sex with her, but it still hurt to be dismissed so sharply.

She took a deep breath through her nose, trying to compose herself. "Alright. I have those reports for you on my desk. Let me just get them."

Emma used the short walk to her desk and back to Vivian's office to wrench her head back into a working place. She could deal with all the personal drama later. Right now, she needed to get to work.

She was able to lose herself in work for the rest of the day. Things were always busy in the office, which was a nice distraction.

Emma walked past Vivian's office after the day was over, hopeful to be able to talk to her again. Maybe after working hours, Vivian would be more amiable to having a personal conversation.

No such luck. Vivian was gone, as were a number of her papers. She must be continuing with work at home. Emma felt horrible about chasing Vivian out of her own office, as she was sure that she was the reason Vivian had chosen to go home rather than stay here.

Emma went home dejected. She had thought that Vivian was warming toward her, but it looked like all the progress she had made had merely been a prelude to an even icier relationship. She understood why everyone called Vivian the Ice Queen. Emma thought that she'd been melting Vivian's walls, but now she'd gotten too close and burned herself on the cold, hard surface.

Well, she could be professional about this. She still loved her job, and Vivian had made it clear that this didn't affect their working relationship in any way.

There were plenty of other women out there. Emma would simply have to move on.

She had a feeling, though, that this time, moving on would be harder than she hoped.