– The Jealous Hug
The gala was packed — too many bodies in one room, too many conversations happening at once, too many people who seemed to think they could just touch you while talking. You didn’t think much of it at first, until one of the women on the security council laughed at something you said and placed her hand on your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.
That’s when you felt it — that icy presence.
Emma didn’t stride over so much as arrive, like the air had bent to her will and carried her right to you. Her expression was calm and poised, but you could see that glimmer in her eyes. That little spark of territoriality that she usually kept buried under layers of wit and playful teasing.
Before you could say anything, her arms looped around you from behind in a warm, crushing hug, her body pressing so close it was almost indecent for a public event. Her very fat, large breasts pressed into your back, the subtle rise and fall of her breath brushing against your ear. But it was her thighs — thick, strong, and deliberate — that shifted closer to pin you in place against the edge of the table.
“Mine,” she murmured, low enough that the councilwoman couldn’t hear… but the way her lips brushed your ear made your pulse spike.
Then she added, just a bit louder, with a sly, knowing smirk:
“Well… not officially. Yet.”
The way she said “yet” made it sound like a threat and a promise all at once.
You could feel the slight sway of her hips as she held you there, her thighs pressing into your sides in a way that felt both protective and claiming. When the other woman excused herself awkwardly, Emma didn’t release you right away. Instead, she tightened her grip, tilting her head to rest her cheek on your shoulder like nothing in the world was wrong.
“I just like being close,” she said sweetly, even as her nails traced faintly over your stomach. “Is that such a crime?”
When she finally let go, she lingered — one hand sliding down your arm until her fingers laced with yours, holding tight. And as she led you away from the crowd, her other thigh brushed against yours with every step, making it perfectly clear she wasn’t letting go any time soon.