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Some days, okay most days, Emily wondered if she was cut out to be a counselor. She just went into it because she figured it made sense really, with the power and all she figured a one on one vocation would be good.

But spending time with a kid she could tolerate, and actually feeling like she was helping him was doing wonders for her self confidence. She smiled at him again and carried on leading the way to the kitchen, occasionally pointing to an area here and there. "As you can see there are plenty of places to hang out. Quiet common rooms, busy common rooms, the grounds, a pool." She didn't know why she brought up the pool, it was freezing outside.

Chuckling heartily Emily led William into the kitchen and glanced around. It was relatively empty. Which was easy this time of day, this time of year. It was a huge space. She moved over to one of the fridges and began pulling out ingredients. Emily couldn't cook to save her life, but she could make a sandwich.

"What would you like?"

Emily was definitely not used to this much innuendo where Skye was concerned. Idly she reached up and touched the now sensitive little area Skye had been attacking, and shivered again when she did before shifting slightly and nestling against Skye with a soft smile. She had plenty of practice snuggling Skye in bed at this point, it was her happy place.

Eyes were narrowed as soon as Skye started speaking again, suspecting mischief was coming, or another pun Emily braced herself. It was mischief. She blushed. Again. For like the millionth time tonight.

It was funny, she'd thought she was getting the hang of being around Skye, and then the dynamic changed. Emily was definitely used to being the more active and strong willed of the two. This whole new thing though... Yeah. Skye was definitely the one in charge.

"I think I'm okay with that." She spoke back, doing her utmost to stay straight faced and not melt into a muddle underneath Skye. The nuzzling was nice too.

After Skye finished what she was doing and pulled back, Emily was shaking and breathing heavily. And not necessarily because she was scared. She shuddered again when Skye kissed the same spot and after a few moments pulled her arm out of her vision and blinked as the colours of Skye's power danced in her now sensitive vision. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts into something cohesive again.

"That was..." She trailed off as Skye lay back down on top of her, calming down a little and blushing now that she was actually stopping to think about what just happened, the now sensitive spot on her neck tingling, she knew there would be a mark when she went to look later. God, she was behaving like an awkward hormonal teenager.

Skye's toying with her hair and snuggling her further calmed her down, allowing her to breath slowly and relax. Man. Her room was stuffy. Skye's skin felt so... heated. Did hers also? She thought it probably did. A small part of Emily's brain wanted to go further, peel off her own clothes and see where things led.

A much bigger, louder part of her brain reeled at the thought. No way. She was so not ready for that. She stroked Skye's back much more gently, without any real pressure. No nails or anything, just soft fingers running down her spine in an affectionate manor. "W-would you like to do anything?"

She flushed again as she realised that was vague and the state they were in. "I mean like a movie or game or something. Or sleep. I-" She gulped. "I don't really want to go out. I would like to stay here with you, like we are now." She didn't think she needed to elaborate that the last part was referring to wardrobes.

Emily could tell that Skye was being considerate, and more calculated with her own administration of affection. She was definitely a lot more in control of herself than Emily was. But then again, Emily wasn't used to this, Skye definitely had much more practice than her in this arena.

"That's because you're warm and soft and beautiful and make me comfortable and sleepy." She rambled a little incoherently. It was true though, she often found herself falling asleep on Skye when she'd not been around her much, it was the effect of being able to ignore other people's emotions and just focus on her girlfriend. She was comfortable with them, used to them.

Emily bit her lip a little while she listened to Skye replying. Unsure of what to say while she watched. A little shiver ran down her spine before Skye's lips got anywhere near her, between the smile and the emotions she put two and two together, unconsciously leaning her head to one side. Before she could even consider her response "Yes." Came out of her mouth.

A little squeak of surprise escaped her. Had she really just said that? Her arm raised up and covered most of her face in raw embarrassment.

Still not revealing her face. "You're mainly cute." She whispered through an exhale. "You're also sexy." Another wave of embarrassment and anxiety hit her. Why did her own feelings cause her problems? This was so awkward.

Most of the time when Emily was with Skye, the latter's hair was pink, and Emily picked up all the affection and the love on and just below the surface, but she also picked up the mixture of joy and happiness which occasionally bubbled up to the surface, and that made her smile. It wasn't just love Skye felt, she was genuinely happy around Emily. Which she hoped was a sign it was a healthy relationship.

Rolling her eyes and glancing at the ceiling Emily sighed dramatically. "Okay, if you must. But only because you're cute." And then she went back to failing at not being into her girlfriend.

She hadn't been expecting the kisses and nibbles at all. They definitely set her off a little. She wriggled a little and ran her nails along Skye's stomach and back. "Are you sure?" She didn't want Skye getting sick, Emily usually didn't keep her room hot enough for... Well for nudity and underwear.

Being called an anchor might not have been what most woman would consider romantic, but Emily was not most women, and neither was Skye. It made her giggle. It was maybe the first time she'd made such a light hearted sound since they'd been together tonight.

Emily blushed again. "Maybe we can work up to night gowns, and then beyond that then." She replied sheepishly. Slow and steady exposure, like weening yourself off of putting too much sugar in your tea, that could work, right?

The three piece suit comment was so sweet, and made her smile so much. But Emily was well aware she was the more messed up of the two. And she'd get over it. For herself as much as for Skye, she wanted Skye to be comfortable, and if what most comfortable Skye looked like was being nude in bed... Well. Emily would get there. Eventually. Skye was worth it. Skye was worth anything.

Emily watched Skye, feeling very anxious but... Excited? She supposed she was still feeling very eager around Skye. She had such nice legs. Emily reevaluated her cuteness image of Skye a little. Sexy and powerful were also applicable.

As Skye sat back down cross legged Emily very slowly reached out until she was touching her bare leg and chuckled nervously. "Just bare with me. Okay?" She asked again, she knew Skye was being cool with it. But she still felt bad.

The compliments always made Emily feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, Skye was so sincere with her. And the fact that she knew her girlfriend was sincere with her made everything more sweet.

Emily let Skye kiss her again, tilting her head gently and closing her eyes. "It's very comforting." It definitely made her feel more at ease, especially when they'd started getting hot and heavy with Skye not having a top. It dawned on her just then, that Skye still wasn't wearing the top. And she was okay with it. She'd survived. Baby steps.

Emily gave little shivers and smiled more at Skye as her hair and back were played with, she closed her eyes again, content.

"I uhm." She stopped to consider it. Skye was honest, she should be honest. Even if it was scary, and made her super nervous. "I'm getting used to it. You're extremely attractive." She made herself look at Skye's mostly bare upper body and smiled timidly once again.

"How do you normally sleep? I want you to be as comfortable as possible with me." She admitted. Even if it meant some initial discomfort on her front, she could get used to changes.