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A SIMPLE FAVOR (2018) dir. Paul Feig
#a simple favor#asimplefavoredit#userspicy#uservik#stephanie x emily#stephanie smothers#emily nelson#anna kendrick#blake lively#do not repost
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THE GIRLS ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEE!!!!!
#and already covered in blood!!!!!!#WE’RE SO BACK!!!!!#MY GIRLS!!#asf enjoyers let’s be mooties!!!#(what is their ship name?!?)#a simple favor#a simple favor 2#stephanie smothers#emily nelson#blake lively#anna kendrick#murder moms
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Darkness at Dawn - Ch. 1
Title: Darkness at Dawn Author: aliciameade Rating: M/E Pairing: Stephanie Smothers/Emily Nelson Summary: Even Bonnie & Clyde met their fate eventually.
Set five years after "Baby."
Also on AO3
“Smooch, honey, can you get the door?”
“Bro, stop calling me that!”
“Letting him answer the door unsupervised? What if it’s a stranger here to abduct him?” Emily whispers in her ear conspiratorially. She pitches her voice toward the living room where their messy-haired pre-teen sons have been playing Fortnite for the past hour. “Connor, she’ll stop calling you ‘Smooch’ if you stop calling us ‘bro’!”
They’re making dinner—well, Stephanie is making dinner; Emily is observing over a shared martini. “He’s twelve and we know everyone in this village. It’s probably just Helen dropping off tomatoes from her garden. She mentioned she’d be stopping by soon.”
Her response surprises even herself. She’s spent the better part of the past six years working on her anxiety and propensity to helicopter-parent her children. Life is slow in Santorini. Stephanie—Alyson Reid, as the town knows her—is the proud owner of the bakery she began working part-time after she got a new identity and flew halfway around the world from Connecticut to start a new life in Greece.
After she killed her wife’s troubled, secret twin sister and set up Emily’s then-husband Sean for the murder of his wife. It had been surprisingly easy—the framing, not the killing. She’d sown a few seeds of suspicion with the detective working the case. Emily confided that he had been cheating. Emily asked for a divorce. Sean had a dark side, and Emily was afraid of him. So afraid that Emily had signed over her assets to her best friend Stephanie Smothers to ensure her son Nicky would be taken care of should anything ever happen to her. A pillar of Warfield, Stephanie’s testimony at Sean’s trial was the final nail in their old lives’ coffins.
She and Emily just celebrated their third wedding anniversary a few weeks ago. They’d gotten married on the coast of the island of Lesbos, an idea Emily had come up with over a second bottle of wine that had made herself laugh so much that Stephanie had no choice but to agree. They’d sailed there as a family, something they were both proud of being able to do on their own. They took their vows at sunset, the only guests were their sons and two people Emily had bribed with a hundred Euros each to be their witnesses, and they’d found the officiant by asking around.
After their honeymoon in Portugal, Stephanie changed the name on her passport for the third time in her life: first from her maiden name to Stephanie Smothers, to Alyson Barrett, and finally to Alyson Reid, Dillon Reid’s new wife. Dillon Reid, formerly known as Emily Nelson, formerly known as Claudia, formerly known as Hope McLanden. Brothers Connor and Devon Reid, formerly known as Miles Smothers and Nicky Townsend.
They’ve lived a dozen lives.
The boys don’t remember much about their past, and they’ve forgotten their old names. Stephanie still calls her son ‘Smooch’ because that’s never had to change. She didn’t have to abandon Smooch.
She and Emily tend to stick to pet names most of the time as well; it’s easier that way. More natural, at least when they’re around other people.
Behind closed doors, in the privacy of their home, away from even their children, an old name might slip out now and then, especially during a thoughtless moment brought on by passion.
Though Emily’s rarely called her anything more than ‘Baby’ since the day they met.
“Proud of you for taking off the training wheels.” She feels Emily’s hand catch her chin and turn her face to kiss her soundly despite Stephanie actively chopping a zucchini.
She smiles into the kiss and it makes the part of her still a bit tender from their morning start to ache. “What time’s your game tomorrow?” she asks when they part.
Dillon Reid is the head coach of the secondary school’s boys’ soccer—football—team. She’s always been good at getting men of all ages to do what she says.
“9:30, so I’ll probably be gone before you’re awake. Warm-up’s at 8:00.”
Tomorrow is Saturday and Stephanie’s only day off from the bakery. Thankfully, as the boss, she doesn’t have to be there before dawn like her employees need to be to bake off the day’s inventory, but she makes a point to be on-site almost every day. She loves her team and she loves her customers, and she’s gotten pretty darn good at speaking Greek with the immersion in the culture.
“Okay, we’ll meet you there. Wanna go to Apollo’s afterward for lunch?”
Emily groans. “That place is such a tourist trap. I don’t know why you love it so much.”
“Because it’s the only place on this island that knows how to make an American cheeseburger. Pleeeeease?” she pouts, knowing she’ll get her way.
“Fine,” Emily says with an eye roll. “I’m getting onion rings.”
“Uh, Mom?” Connor’s voice is strained as it floats through the living room to the kitchen and Stephanie drops the knife onto the cutting board. “Mom!”
“What? What is it?” she says, rushing into the other room. She hears Emily follow and before she’s finished processing the two men wearing dark suits standing in their doorway, her son looking back at her, eyes wide, Emily’s stepped in front of her.
“Emily Nelson?” the man asks.
Emily doesn’t respond. The arm she’s wrapped around Stephanie in a reverse embrace tightens.
“Stephanie Smothers?”
“Bro, what?” Devon says from the floor where he is still playing their video game. “You got the wrong house.”
“Devon,” Emily admonishes.
Stephanie’s heart is in her throat. She feels she might pass out and leans into Emily’s strong frame, wrapping her arms around her waist. She breathes in her perfume. She thinks about the game they’re going to miss tomorrow. About Emily and their sons proposing to her in the very spot they’re standing now asking her to be a family. How they thought they had been so careful.
“Boys, I need you to go upstairs, please,” she says urgently, hoping the fear she’s feeling isn’t as evident in her voice as it sounds to herself. She hears Devon pause the video game and the shuffling of the boys grabbing their phones and chargers and has an even worse realization than she’d already had.
She steps out from behind Emily just in time for Connor—forever her little curly-haired Miles—to pass and she wraps him in a hug that makes him groan and protest until he seems to understand something serious is going on and he hugs her back. He’s as tall as she is now. “Listen to me, sweetheart,” she whispers in his ear. “You know the safe in my closet?” She feels him nod. “The combination is your birthday. There’s a red envelope inside. Call Helen. Ask her to come over. Give her the envelope. Do you understand?”
“Yeah. What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain when I can. Everything I did, I did so we could be happy. Remember that I love you.” She kisses his forehead and chokes back a sob before he can notice the tears in her eyes. “Upstairs.”
She can hear Emily whispering to Devon as well and then the boys stop and switch to hug their other mother, and they disappear upstairs.
She and Emily are now alone in their living room, two men at the open door, each holding a thick packet of folded paperwork.
“I’m Detective Inspector William Gareau. This is Sergeant Mark Gibson. We are agents of INTERPOL. Do you know why we’re here?”
Emily’s hand intertwines with Stephanie’s. Neither responds.
The men step forward, crossing the threshold into their home, their sanctuary, and that’s when Stephanie realizes it’s not just two men—half a dozen black-uniformed officers follow, flooding into the house and flanking them, surrounding them. Nowhere to go.
The Detective Inspector unfolds the papers in his hand. The officers in the room move. She’s pulled away from Emily, fingers slipping out of her grip as her hands are pulled behind her back. As cold steel clicks around her wrists.
“Stephanie Ann Smothers and Emily Claudia Nelson: I'm arresting you for the murder of Faith Margaret McLanden, having taken place in the State of Connecticut, the country of the United States of America, insurance fraud, money laundering, kidnapping, conspiracy, perjury, and false identification. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?”
She’s not sure she’s able to speak. She’s dizzy. The room is spinning.
“It’s going to be okay, baby,” is the last thing she hears before her ears start ringing and her world goes dark.
#a simple favor#murder moms#fanfic#stephanie smothers#emily nelson#can you believe i actually wrote something??
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This song go's out to all of my ships
You were made for loving each other
(got a lot more ships lol, these are the top)
#yungblud#otps#destiel#supernatural#spirk#star trek#marvey#suits tv#bucktommy#911 abc#emily nelson x stephanie smothers#a simple favor#Spotify
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It’s very cool, sis🌹🔥
#anna kendrick#stephanie smothers#blake lively#emily nelson#hot as hell#a simple favor#can’t wait for the sequel
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#some woman my friend encountered#rayna boyanov#spy 2015#emily nelson#stephanie smothers#a simple favor 2018
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I think when Blake Lively said "its all good baby, its all good, just another Tuesday" after kissing Anna Kendrick, the whole world became little gayer.
#a simple favor#anna kendrick#blake lively#Stephanie smothers#emily nelson#movies#movie recommendation#movie rec#i know i did
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Costumes For Anna Kendrick As Stephanie Smothers And Blake Lively As Emily Nelson
A Simple Favor
Designed By Renee Ehrlich Kalfus
27th Art Of Motion Picture Costume Design
FIDM Museum And Galleries
#a simple favor#stephanie smothers#emily nelson#renee ehrlich kalfus#costume design#art of motion picture costume design#fidm museum
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(FKA: billiedeanspearls)
Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!
H | any pronouns (except neo's) | autistic | 🍂🕸👻
Old masterlist: Here
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(spoiler, i havent stuck to this at all)
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I post about my special interests: TLOU, Pitch Perfect, A Simple Favour, Gossip Girl, Cabaret, and Weimar/Nazi Germany.
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I swear I'm an artist, I just dont ever... make art. I'm building a portfolio at the moment so don't have much time for fanart/fic but I desperately wanna get back into it. Feel free to send RQ's for any of the above fandoms (OBVIOUSLY excluding Weimar/Nazi Germany, BFFR)(although, objectively, they are not fandoms).
Have a picture of Emily Nelson to send you on your way xx
#guys i finally did it#navigation#masterlist#terfs DNI#tlou#tlou2#anna torv#tess servopoulos#olivia dunham#wendy carr#fringe#helen norville#pitch perfect#pitch perfect 2#pitch perfect 3#actually autistic#a simple favor#a simple favour#emily nelson#stephanie smothers#anna kendrick#gossip girl#serena van der woodsen#blair waldorf
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My Masterpiece
#anna kendrick#blake lively#a simple favor#stephanie smothers#emily nelson#cat#kitty#lesbian#kiss#masterpiece#i am watching this movie right now#and i pulled out my camera just so i could get these pics#my cat rogue is perfect#love this movie
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Un Piccolo Favore 2: Anna Kendrick e Blake Lively insieme in Italia
Anna Kendrick ha anticipato qualche dettaglio sull'attesissimo Un Piccolo Favore 2. Il thriller vedrà nuovamente Paul Feig dietro alla macchina da presa, come l'originale del 2018. Blake Lively e Kendrick, al tempo stesso, riprenderanno rispettivamente i ruoli dell'ambigua Emily Nelson e dell'arguta e amorevole Stephanie Smothers. A proposito della reunion con la co-protagonista, la star di Pitch Perfect ha confidato che lavorare ancore con Lively è stato molto piacevole. "Lei vive sulla costa orientale - ha raccontato - io sulla costa occidentale, quindi non ci vediamo spesso. Ma è stato adorabile, e penso che quei personaggi abbiano una chimica così strana che è così divertente riunire la gang. Ed è un po' come andare in bicicletta". Kendrick è stata molto meno loquace quanto alla trama del sequel. "Devo chiamare Paul Feig e dire: 'Di cosa mi è permesso parlare?' Abbiamo girato in Italia , quindi le location sono semplicemente incredibili. E mi sono sentita viziata a girare lì". A quanto ne sappiamo, nella pellicola prodotta da Amazon e Lionsgate, Stephanie ed Emily si incontreranno di nuovo sulla bellissima isola di Capri, per lo stravagante matrimonio di Emily con un ricco uomo d'affari italiano. Tra omicidi, tradimenti e inaspettati colpi di scena, Un Piccolo Favore 2 ha già portato alle stelle la curiosità del pubblico. Nel cast, oltre alle protagoniste, rivedremo la maggior parte dei volti del primo film, tratto dal romanzo del 2017 di Darcy Bell. Presenti Henry Golding (Sean Townsend), Andrew Rannells (Darren), Bashir Salahuddin (detective Summerville), Joshua Satine (Miles Smothers) e Kelly McCormack. Completano l'elenco due new entry speciali i nostri Elena Sofia Ricci e Michele Morrone. La sceneggiatura, come nel film del 2018, porta la firma di Jessica Sharzer. Un Piccolo Favore 2: Anna Kendrick e Blake Lively insieme in Italia "Devo dire che dopo aver girato il primo - ha continuato Anna Kendrick - ero del tipo: 'Questo è il film più folle a cui abbia mai preso parte.' Penso che sia davvero affascinante che Paul Feig sia colui che, probabilmente, è più conosciuto per Le amiche della sposa. L'oscurità e la follia che si trovano nel suo cervello, sono impressionanti". Quindi il secondo film è folle. So che dirò, tipo: 'Oh, è più folle dell'ultimo', ma ragazzi, è tanta roba! Un Piccolo Favore, col procedere della narrazione, pur mantenendo il mood da thriller, lasciava gradualmente spazio a rivelazioni poco verosimili e risvolti sopra le righe. Stando all'attrice 39enne, il sequel alzerà l'asticella. "È una di quelle cose in cui sulla carta pensi: 'Questo è assolutamente folle. Cosa stiamo facendo?' E poi all'improvviso Paul è lì, con un completo a tre pezzi e Blake è lì, e persino il direttore della fotografia è tornato e sembrava: 'Ok, stiamo facendo questo film molto strano, rischioso, molto contorto, con una trama pesante'." Read the full article
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their height difference… 😵💫
#i’m feeling SO normal!!#cant believe they’re together again in 2024. like omg.#emily nelson#stephanie smothers#stemily#murder moms#a simple favor#a simple favor 2#blake lively#anna kendrick
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Darkness at Dawn - Ch. 8
Title: Darkness at Dawn Author: aliciameade Rating: M/E Pairing: Stephanie Smothers/Emily Nelson Summary: Even Bonnie & Clyde met their fate eventually.
Set five+ years after "Baby."
Also on AO3
“Can you please tell me what’s happening? I can keep whatever secrets you need me to.”
She and Emily are back in the kitchen cleaning up from the party. The boys have gone out with their friends to celebrate their graduation with strict instructions to call if anyone needs a ride home. Sean had departed with his parents without a word to anyone but Nicky. Stephanie’s mom was back at her hotel and the house and yard were empty save for the two of them.
Stephanie’s body is screaming for Emily’s touch, but she needs answers, at least one, first.
“I need to know if you’re here. If you’re really here. Or if a S.W.A.T. team is on its way to haul you back to prison.”
“I’m here, baby,” Emily says as she puts the serving trays back on the top cabinet shelf at Stephanie’s direction, where she would have to use a step stool to reach. “And I’m not going anywhere that you don’t want me to.”
“Explain. Please.”
Emily turns and leans against the counter, pulling Stephanie against her to gaze down at her in a way that makes Stephanie’s heart race. “I didn’t escape, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Stephanie laughs because the thought had crossed her mind. If anyone could orchestrate an elaborate prison escape, it would be Emily. “The possibility did occur to me.”
She shakes her head and brushes Stephanie’s hair back from her face. “I filed a motion to withdraw my confession. Said I did it under duress, that I was fearing for our sons’ safety if Sean were to retaliate against me and needed you to be freed to take care of them. They gave me a bench trial and I pleaded not guilty because I needed them to turn around and convict me. And then I appealed until my attorney was able to have a mistrial declared. Without my confession, they didn’t have enough evidence to uphold the murder charge and the rest of their case fell apart.”
“That’s it? Just like that?”
Emily chuckles. “That’s the quick version, but yeah, that’s it.”
“They’re not going to take you away? Or come for me, because you rescinded your confession? That’s what got them to dismiss most of the charges against me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. And they can’t charge you again; that’s double jeopardy. This is it, baby. We’re free.”
Stephanie tries not to think 15 steps—15 years—ahead when she starts imagining recapturing the future they were trying to have before this all began. “I still have two more years of probation.”
Emily's hand swats her ass playfully. “A cakewalk. I’ll keep you out of trouble.”
“Funny.” Stephanie shakes her head and her hands slide into Emily’s hair to start pulling her down. “I’m not dreaming?”
“You’re wide awake.”
“Then take me to bed.”
Emily captures her lips with the same fervor Stephanie feels. They’ve been apart for so long, unable to kiss, to touch. They haven’t felt each other since they’d been imprisoned in Greece nearly four years ago, and Stephanie tries to push away the thoughts of the possibilities that Emily’s been with others in their separation, whether out of desire or necessity.
Stephanie hasn’t been touched by anyone. At first, she didn’t have any desire in her heartbreak. Then, she didn’t have the time, even when she did have desire. Her desire was shallow, though, and she found release through the memories of all the ways Emily had made love to her, of the first thrilling time, of Emily showing up at her front door wearing a strap-on to fuck her on top of a washing machine, of licking Emily on a jet during a business call, of Emily sucking her own essence off the dildo Stephanie had used on her, of slow, lazy sex in the mornings and of their reunion in Greece and the waters off Portugal. She didn’t think about their rendezvous in prison; those memories weren’t happy ones.
“I don’t know where your bed is,” Emily finally says with a hum against her lips when they’ve made it a few steps to the middle of the kitchen.
Stephanie giggles against her mouth and grabs her hand. “Our bed. This way.”
She leads her down the hall and into her room, letting Emily make quick work of her dress and she of Emily’s blouse, working the buttons quickly until her body, as perfect as it’s always been even after the hardships it's been through, is beneath her hands once again. The long lines, strong muscles, the beauty marks and freckles and the tattoo around her wrist, her hair as it gets in the way and curtains them from the world, the feel of her heartbeat when she presses her lips to her chest, the sound of her breath in her ears and the perfume overwhelming her senses. She wants everything now, and she wants to delay it forever so it can’t end.
She’s fantasized about a reunion so many times but her imagination couldn’t have prepared her for what it would feel like now, after so long, to have Emily lay her back in bed and suck a mark into her neck and kiss her breasts and draw her underwear down her legs until her tongue licks through the wetness between her thighs that hasn’t been taken care of, really taken care of, for so long.
Her hands tangle in Emily’s blonde waves, heels pressing into her back as she arches her hips up in immediate desperation. She tries to curse but all she manages is a moan at the feeling of Emily’s warm, soft tongue against her. She remembers exactly how Stephanie likes it.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about the way you taste,” Emily groans against her before one of her hands reaches up to cover Stephanie’s breast, gripping it possessively while the other keeps Stephanie spread for her tongue, lapping at her with as much need and hunger as Stephanie feels.
She comes hard and with little warning, her voice ringing as she cries out. She can hear Emily, too, moaning between the thighs that are pressed tightly against her ears, can feel her writhing against the bed with need and Stephanie pulls her up.
“Let me,” she says, kissing herself off Emily’s lips and chin before pushing her onto her back to move on top of her. Blonde hair splays across her pillow in a way she hasn’t seen in years. Emily’s chest heaves as Stephanie’s mouth moves over it, lips and tongue traveling across her breasts to suck at their peaks as naked hips rock against one another.
Emily’s fingernails scratch her back as she moves lower, kissing down her abdomen as legs part to make room for her.
Her tongue draws through Emily, her taste filling her memory. She’s missed it, too, but hasn’t forgotten it. She’s imagined it an infinite number of times as she brought herself to orgasm in the bed they’re now in, but it’s finally real again, Emily’s wetness is on her tongue and her voice fills her bedroom.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Emily says with a stilted moan, her body shivering at the first touch. “Please,” she begs. “Please.”
She makes love to Emily with her tongue, circling and fluttering until she closes her lips to suck as she easily slides her fingers into her. She’s as soft and slick as she remembers, and moans when Emily tightens around them.
“Please, baby.”
Stephanie doesn’t know what Emily’s begging her for. She’s giving her exactly what she knows she needs until a shudder rolls through Emily’s body and fingers pull harshly at her hair and her voice hovers on a sharp edge of decision.
And then she realizes: she’s waiting.
She lifts her head just long enough to say, “Come for me, Em. I want you to come for me.”
She wraps an arm around Emily’s leg to hold onto her as her body rocks, her voice echoing in Stephanie’s ears like a song she can never forget.
It’s hard and fast like her own climax had been, hands flailing and grasping at anything, hips rocking and twisting, and once it passes, Stephanie knows they’re only getting started.
“Get up here,” Emily nearly growls, pulling Stephanie up until her tongue consumes her mouth, her fingers pressing into Stephanie without preamble. Stephanie’s never leave Emily.
She’s reminded of the first time they reunited in prison, it was in this same position. Though now they’re free. And alone.
“Fuck me,” Emily demands before kissing her so hard it almost hurts.
Stephanie can only moan at the request and work her hand harder, her hips riding Emily’s fast. “Come with me this time?” she asks against her mouth and Emily nods quickly, breaking off the kiss to moan.
There are no more words then, just a furious race to a mutual finish, sweat and heat and fingernails in Stephanie’s flesh and wetness between them as they both hover at the precipice until Stephanie falls first. Fingers press so deeply into her that she can barely breathe as Emily’s release draws her own in further, fingertips stroking inside her until Emily’s climax flows right into another, her thighs trembling beneath Stephanie as she goes silent, mouth open but no sounds escaping, body taut even as Stephanie feels it throb from within.
She watches with awe as it continues, Emily repeatedly falling apart with a few perfectly placed strokes of her fingertips. Again. And again.
It’s rendered Emily nearly lifeless, but Stephanie doesn’t need her to do anything. She grinds herself, fingers still inside, the years of pent-up need take her to another easy release as she looks at Emily’s form beneath her. A woman lost in ecstasy who’s unable to speak, a woman who’s gone to hell and back to be with her, who gave up her freedom to save her and give their kids a chance at a decent life, whose only movements are involuntary now as she’s a the mercy—and under the spell—of Stephanie.
She can barely breathe and she’s not sure Emily is still conscious, though the slight smile at the corners of her mouth gives her away.
“Holy shit, I missed you.” Emily’s voice is low and rough and her head lolls a bit on the pillow beneath her until her eyes find and focus on Stephanie’s. Her gaze is intense and it makes tears prick Stephanie’s eyes until she falls with a bit of a gasp against her, overcome with the need to be as close as possible.
Heavy arms wrap around her and hold her tightly, heat and sweat between them, legs intertwined and it’s almost suffocating, but if she could possibly get any closer, she would. Her face is buried in Emily’s neck, licking and mouthing at her skin until she feels her twist away, just enough to get Stephanie to lift her head to fill Emily’s mouth with her tongue.
Emily’s hands start to move everywhere again, strength returning by the second, though Stephanie can feel her thighs still trembling beneath her every time she shifts against the one between her own. She makes a few weak attempts to move, arms wrapped around Stephanie like she wants to roll them over but can’t.
She pulls back a little and smiles down at Emily. “You good?”
Something makes Emily bite her lip and moan, but nothing’s happening; they’re both still for a brief moment. It’s as if a thought’s crossed her mind and Stephanie sees it in her eyes and starts to sit up before she says it.
“I need to put my tongue inside you, baby.”
The words make Stephanie’s knees almost give out as she crawls over her, pulling the pillow out from under Emily to make room for herself. She has to hug the headboard; Emily’s positioned so high on the bed and isn’t sliding down—perhaps isn’t able to, she thinks with pride. Emily’s nails drag down her back and up her thighs until they’re digging into her hips to pull Stephanie down to her mouth.
She braces herself with one arm and reaches down with the other to part herself with her fingers; it’s all she can do as Emily holds her firmly and teases her with the tip of her tongue before it presses inside Stephanie.
“Em, fuck…” she moans before holding her breath. Emily’s tongue is firm but soft as it slips in and out of her, fucking her slowly to draw every sound of Stephanie she possibly can.
Her fingers slip in her arousal and bump her clit making her moan sharply.
Emily notices and pulls her tongue out of her to tilt her chin just enough to lick at Stephanie’s fingers where they rest against herself, finding her clit between them. “Do it, baby,” she says hotly before her tongue’s inside Stephanie again. She loosens her grip on her hips and encourages her to move.
She groans, brushing her fingers against her clit, knowing Emily is watching from just an inch or two away, riding her tongue slowly. She wants to be wild and reckless, but she might die if Emily’s tongue ever leaves her body. She needs to be measured and let Emily bring her to the peak.
This climax is different than the others have been tonight, building so slowly that it’s her thighs that tremble now as it starts inside her but travels out to her toes and up to her ears that are ringing with her pounding heart and her breath and Emily’s voice in a cacophony of white noise as cold heat rises until it spills through every inch of her body in endless waves that leave her gasping for air.
In the haze and confusion of ecstasy, she forgets for a moment that it’s real, that she’s not riding one of her toys and fantasizing about Emily.
She forgets until Emily’s voice cuts through the fog with words of praise and desire, words that sound like curses and prayers as her tongue licks through and over Stephanie’s fingers until she feels them being sucked.
She comes back to herself like a flipped switch and gives Emily her hand as she moves backward, a slow shuffle until she’s astride Emily’s waist, Emily’s hands around her wrist and forearm as her lips move over her fingers with as much sensuality as she might give to something else.
It’s a desperate act. They’re not thinking anymore, borderline animalistic with the need for each other and Stephanie watches in awe, her free hand playing with and pulling at the hardened peaks of Emily’s breasts until her own unbridled subconscious, stripped raw of shame now, of decorum, of guilt, makes her reach for her nightstand to find what she’s looking for.
Emily’s on another plane of existence. It’s a marvel to witness and Stephanie watches her face transform as she slips the silicone toy, one she had used on herself just a few days earlier, into Emily.
Teeth scrape Stephanie’s knuckles and Emily groans, legs spreading wider. She doesn’t even open her eyes, doesn’t even look at Stephanie as she starts getting fucked. It’s loud and lurid and Stephanie rides against Emily’s leg as she watches it play out beneath her, as Emily sucks on her fingers and silently begs Stephanie to keep going.
Emily comes so hard Stephanie can barely keep the toy buried inside her, her body first pulsing to push it out, and then to pull it in.
The longer it lasts, the more Stephanie starts to wonder if Emily had actually not been with anyone in prison at all, if she’d only used herself for pleasure, and how much—or little—of it she’d indulged in. She remembers the inherent lack of privacy in prison and how some women didn’t care; she saw more women pleasuring themselves than she ever thought possible. She was discreet, and did it rarely, in the middle of the night or when left alone in her cell.
The thought that Emily, a woman whose pleasure Stephanie considers to be a work of art, may have experienced so little of it for so long is almost heartbreaking. It’s a mix of relief and pride that perhaps Emily didn’t want anyone, even herself. That she only wanted it from Stephanie.
Stephanie can relate.
Her hand finally falls from Emily’s lips after a time and she can see Emily coming back to herself, first with a fluttering of eyelashes and then a soft smile on her lips as she finds Stephanie with her not-quite-focused gaze.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” she says through a heavy sigh, hands reaching for Stephanie. “Look at you. I don’t deserve you.”
“Shh, yes you do.” It’s not a competition, but she knows Emily would win the sexiest fucking thing competition, not Stephanie. She lets herself be captured and drawn in, blushing under the compliments as she fits into Emily’s familiar embrace. She’s still on the edge of orgasm, Emily’s having been so astounding that she’d temporarily forgotten about her own. But she wants it now; she’s so close and raw that she might come if she thinks about it for a few more seconds, but she wants to share it with Emily as they’ve done all night. She wants to pull the toy, still deep inside Emily, out and use it on herself.
Instead, she tries to relax and lets Emily kiss her. It’s slow and tired and when it’s evident that Emily’s spent and this is her wind-down, Stephanie nips her lip with her teeth. “Touch me, Em. I still need you, I’m so close.”
“Oh, my baby needs me,” Emily says with a pout that would be cute if it wasn’t so fucking sexy. Tired fingers appear between Stephanie’s thighs to touch her. She’s gentle. She knows it’s all Stephanie needs.
She watches Stephanie with the predatory smile that made Stephanie fall for her in the first place as she comes and she can’t look away, eyes locked on each other.
“I always need you,” she replies through her climax. It’s an intimate and disarming exchange as they’ve perhaps ever had, raw honesty, mutual vulnerability. Saying and doing things they’ve never done with anyone else, not with this intensity. Not even close.
It’s warm and slow and makes her shiver. It makes her wonder how she managed to survive so long without having Emily in her life this way. It makes her want her again immediately, but she’s too light-headed. It makes her want to consume Emily, to merge every bit of her into her own life, to fill all the gaps she left when she’d forced their separation.
“I love you so much,” she says, heart still racing. “I hope you know I never stopped.”
“I know, baby.” Emily’s free hand works to get Stephanie’s hair out of her face; it’s sticking to her and is a mess and Stephanie hadn’t noticed until then; not that she cares how her hair looks. “I felt it every day. It’s what kept me going. Why I did everything I did for you.”
“For us,” Stephanie corrects. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she sees the teardrops that have landed on Emily’s chest.
Emily’s smile softens. “Us?”
Stephanie tilts her head quizzically.
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“Seriously?” Stephanie laughs. “After everything we’ve been through. Everything you did to help me get out. To get yourself out. After tonight…” she drifts for a moment. She’s lost track of how late it is but she doesn’t care what time it is so long as Miles didn’t come home in the middle of their frenzied lovemaking, her bedroom door having been left wide open. “Em.”
“Hmm?” She’s still playing with Stephanie’s hair, her demeanor turning increasingly gentle as the maddening lust between them has finally waned.
“Marry me, Emily. Again.”
A laugh escapes Emily and she sees the sparkle in her eyes she hasn’t seen in so long. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Yes, I’m being serious. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been married this whole time. So let’s do it right this time. If you’re ready to, of course. If you have things you need to take care of, I understand. It’s been a long time. It took me months to feel normal again when I got out and I get it if you need to be independent for a while. I’ll still be here when you’re ready. If you’re ever ready.”
“Baby,” Emily says as she frames Stephanie’s face in her hands, thumbs brushing at the tears that are still on Stephanie’s cheeks.
“What?”
“Shut up.” She pulls Stephanie down to her and into a kiss, slow and passionate and deep but not one leading them somewhere. Not yet. “I’m taking your name this time.”
Stephanie squeals against their kiss and feels Emily’s arms wrap around her even though they’re both overheated by now. She has to struggle to get away from her kiss in a playful game until Emily lets her. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course, I’ll marry you, baby. I can’t wait to be Emily Smothers.” The tears falling now are Emily’s, though Stephanie’s not sure her own ever stopped.
“You really want to be Emily Smothers? I can take your name again, be a Nelson this time. Or we can hyphenate.”
“Stephanie,” Emily says with a tone of conviction she hasn’t heard from her often. And she doesn’t call her ‘baby.’ “I want to be your family. My last name doesn’t mean anything to me. Hell, I made it up; it doesn’t connect me to anyone or anything. I just want to be yours. I want to be us again.”
Stephanie’s heart is beating out of her chest. Just yesterday she was mentally preparing to have an empty nest, for Miles to leave for college in a couple of months, and for Nicholas to turn 18 so Stephanie would no longer need to negotiate with Sean to allow him to see the people in his life that he disapproves of, and for her life to become one of hobbies, work, and solitude. And now suddenly Emily is hers once more.
“Then let’s get remarried.”
Emily kisses her hard and grabs her ass firmly. Possessively. “Thank God today went well,” she says after a minute. “I didn’t have anywhere to sleep tonight.”
Stephanie scoffs at her. “I thought you said you didn’t want to be presumptuous?” She tosses damp hair over her shoulder and adopts a bit of a posh English accent. “I am a proper lady. I won’t be sharing my bed with any suitors prior to marriage.”
She can tell Emily wants to play along but her smile overtakes her and opts for a heavy cockney. “Ay, proper lady?”
“What?” Stephanie grins down at her.
“Can you kindly pull your dick out of me and fix us something to eat? I haven’t had suitable food in years and really fancy a bite.”
A bark of laughter escapes Stephanie; they’re delirious and she’d all but forgotten what they’d just finished doing. “Oopsy,” she says as she gently pulls the toy from Emily and kisses her before rolling off her and out of bed onto unsteady legs and drops the accent. “I’ll make you something but only if you change the sheets. The linen closet is down the hall.”
Emily groans and rolls over, spreading out her limbs like a starfish across the bed. “I’ve been making my bunk every day for five years and you’re going to make me make the bed? We’re just going to ruin it again.”
“That’s the deal.”
“Oh, that’s the deal?”
Stephanie pulls a T-shirt out of her dresser, something oversized from Miles’s high school, and slips it over her head. “That’s the deal.” She pauses in her doorway and turns around to look at Emily smiling at her from her bed. “What do you want to eat?”
“You.” She reaches out a hand in Stephanie’s direction. “Get back here.”
Stephanie tick-tocks her index finger at her and tsks. “You need food or you wouldn’t have asked for it. I’ll make you anything you want.”
Emily bites Stephanie’s pillow, eyes narrowing with a growl as she glares at her across the room. Stephanie wonders what she’s considering, if she really wants to have her again now, or if she’s just thinking back through all her favorite meals made by Stephanie.
“Spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread. With that fresh bread I saw on the counter. Did you bake it?”
“I did,” Stephanie says with a laugh. “Is that all? Maybe tiramisu for dessert?”
Emily moans in a different way than she has all evening. “I wouldn’t say no to it.” Emily looks as happy as Stephanie remembers her being in their last, brief, life together as she starts to haul herself out of bed. “I accept your terms.”
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The spaghetti boils over when Emily insists on trying to make Stephanie come more quickly than it would take to cook the pasta, bent over the dining table with Emily on her knees behind her. She had succeeded until she decided to try for two.
Other than that [enthusiastically welcomed] interruption, Stephanie’s able to prepare a three-course Italian dinner at 2:00 AM: Caesar salads, spaghetti and meatballs, freshly baked garlic bread, red wine, and a pint of gelato she found in the freezer. She doesn’t have the ingredients on-hand that she needs to make tiramisu or she would have. Emily happily watches it all by her side, wearing Stephanie’s dusty pink satin bathrobe. It’s comically short on her.
She moans so much while eating that Stephanie struggles to keep her hands to herself and let the woman indulge in another kind of passion. She remembers her first days after freedom: long baths, long walks, favorite foods, lots of wine. Lots of sitting on a quiet park bench in the sun doing nothing. All of it felt new again, and Emily’s been deprived of it for twice as long as she had been.
Stephanie’s in Emily’s lap—in it, not straddling it—feeding her ex-wife and fiancée lemon gelato off her index and middle fingers (it has a bad habit of dripping onto Emily’s exposed chest) when she hears the front door open. She shushes Emily mid-groan.
“Miles, sweetie, is that you?” She tugs the sides of the robe together across Emily’s mostly exposed breasts and pulls her shirt lower over her thighs.
“Yeah,” he shouts across the house. “Why are you up so late?” His words are slurred slightly and she sees Emily’s eyebrows lift in surprise when he’s standing in the kitchen in front of them. “Oh. Uhh, hey Mom.” He’s addressing Emily and Stephanie loves that he still sees her as a mother.
“Hey, Miles. You had a good night?”
“Yeah, thanks. Sorry, Nick’s at his place.”
“That’s okay, I’ll see him tomorrow.”
He averts his eyes and Stephanie knows that he’s drunk. It’s not his first time, but they’ve talked a lot about being responsible about it, and he always gets a ride home or calls her for one. If he hadn’t been drunk, she knows he would have spun around and hurried off after finding his half-dressed mother sitting in someone’s lap.
Instead, he heads for a cabinet to grab a bowl and fills it with what’s left of the spaghetti sitting on the stove.
“You staying here?” he asks Emily through a bite of garlic bread, ready to shovel pasta in behind it. “Moving in, I mean.”
Stephanie meets her inquiring gaze and nods.
“Yeah, I am. Is that okay with you?”
He takes another bite. “Yeah, it’s cool. Mom really missed you.” Stephanie hides her smile; something about him knowing that—of course, he knows that—making her feel bashful. “I guess I did, too.”
That makes her need to look up at the ceiling to blink away tears.
Emily’s arms tighten where they’re resting around Stephanie’s waist. “I missed both of you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”
“Cool,” Miles says before grabbing the entire second loaf of garlic bread and taking his leave. “I’m going to bed. Thanks, Mom,” he adds, saluting Stephanie with the bread. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“Goodnight, Smooch. Drink a glass of water before you go to sleep.” She hears him grunt at the nickname.
“You let him drink?” Emily says incredulously as soon as he’s gone.
She hears his bedroom door slam a few seconds later. “I don’t let him. But he’s going to do it no matter what I say, so it’s better that he knows he can trust me instead of rebel against me.”
“Do you let Nicky drink?”
“You know that’s not up to me.”
“I know, and I’m not testing you.” One of Emily’s hands moves to rest under Stephanie’s shirt on her hip. “Does he though?”
Stephanie measures Emily’s question and finally nods. “He’s crashed here a few times after going out with Miles. Just high school parties. Sean grounds him if he catches him. He was on the football team; I don’t know what he expected. But he’s a good boy.”
Emily exhales at that. “Thank you for taking care of him.” She smiles and her eyes are wet. “I don’t just mean those nights. I mean this whole time, since we met. Especially while I was away.”
“Of course.” She can’t help but kiss Emily’s forehead, the reversal in height difference a rare treat. “I did my best.”
“Look at you, huh?” Emily says with a growing smile. “The woman who was afraid her son might hurt himself playing with action figures is teaching him how to avoid a hangover. You’re not the woman you were when we first met.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not.”
“Good,” Emily says approvingly. “Because this is the woman I want to be with.”
Stephanie feels Emily’s arms shifting and she squeaks when she’s suddenly being carried out of the kitchen. “Wait, wait, let me put this back in the freezer.” She still has the pint of gelato in her hand.
“It’s coming with us.” Emily hits the switch for the kitchen lights with her elbow before carrying her back to the bedroom.
“You’re going to have to change the sheets again.”
“Easiest time I’ll ever do.”
“After you make love to me again.”
“Oh no, please, C.O., don’t send me down to the hole,” Emily deadpans as she grabs the container from Stephanie’s hand so she can drop her into the freshly made bed, immediately moving to straddle her, the borrowed robe falling open on its own accord.
“Do not call it that ever again,” Stephanie interrupts, sitting up to make her point. It’s funny, but it’s a hard pass for her.
Emily laughs at her own joke and pushes Stephanie back down and pulls her shirt up until Stephanie removes it herself. “Don’t worry, baby. I want to be locked up in yours.”
She hisses as coldness drips across her breasts. The gelato is mostly melted by now. “We’re going to need to take a bath after this.”
She watches Emily lean down to trace her tongue along the path she’s drawn, licking the droplets off her skin. “Together?” She pauses above Stephanie’s hardened nipple to smile up at her. “That’s cruel and unusual punishment.” Her lips close around it.
Stephanie’s fingers slide through Emily’s hair to hold her there, back arching into the touch. “Guilty as charged.”
The End
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A Simple Favor (2018) - review
Let's explore "A Simple Favor," a film that skillfully blends suspense, humor, and intrigue. Directed by Paul Feig, this chic thriller stars Anna Kendrick as Stephanie, Blake Lively as Emily, and Henry Golding as Sean. Emilys husband. Share your thoughts
Image 1: Anna Kendrick as Stephanie Smothers and Blake Lively as Emily Nelson in A Simple Favor (2018) courtesy of Rotten Tomatoes Reviewed by: LitewriterCheck out more of my reviews and articles on “Sunset Movie Reviews” by Litewriter The maturity Rating of this film is “R” with sexual content and language throughout, some graphic nude images, drug use, and violence. CINEMATIC REVIEW: “A…
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