TITLE HSU Files: Measure for Measure
TIMELINE Between "As You Like It" and "All's Well That Ends Well"
AUTHOR Dean Caeryn
RATING EFGS (Emmy Finally Gets Some :-)
SUMMARY See rating....
ARCHIVE All Hail Darry :-)
DISCLAIMER You know...even if Lucas does read this...I don't think he'd want it...or us, for that matter :-)
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Stamping her foot slightly to settle the boot back on properly, Caeryn hummed softly under her breath as she fastened her belt around her waist, absently blowing a straggling whisp of hair back out of her eyes.
Her hum turned into a purr as the General's strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her to his still bare chest as his lips descended to tease the curve of her ear through her thoroughly mussed hair.
"MMmmmmmm." She allowed herself to sink back into the embrace for a few moments, turning her head to capture his lips with her own. He nibbled slightly at her swollen mouth, his tongue darting out to trace the curves before slipping inside to duel with her own. Damn, she loved being Dean of this school.
It didn't take long for the kiss to become more insistent though, his hand sweeping up to cup her face, holding her mouth captive as he turned her in his arms to allow better access. She could feel his rising ardour pressed into the curve of her hip through the black leather of the pants he had re-donned.
It was with no small amount of reluctance that Caeryn pulled back out of his delicious grasp. Emmy needed him far more than she did right now. Turning her face into his palm, she pressed a kiss to the callused skin, stepping back before she lost her resolve.
Grinning at his adorable pout, she pulled the short jacket back over her shoulders. "I took the liberty of cancelling your appointments for the rest of the day."
He paused in the act of putting his shirt on to give her a querying look, his arms clad in the soft white fabric, hands bunching the folds to pull over his head. "Then why am I getting dressed?"
Rolling her eyes, Caeryn stepped up to help him with the shirt, firmly pulling the satiny texture over his hair, admiring the caressing whisper of the cut as it cascaded down past his ribs to conceal the sculpted abdominal muscles. Reaching up to comb her fingers through his tousled hair, she sternly tamped down her reaction to the feel of the slightly damp silken strands.
Damn, but he was more fuckable than any man had a right to be...proof positive that God was probably a woman.
"My turn is over...now you need to go see Emmy."
Frowning slightly, the exquisitely ruffled vision before her reached out to encircle her waist, his forearms resting on the swell of her hips as his hands lightly caressed her back.
"I'm afraid I will never understand you girls."
Laughing slightly, the Dean patted his cheek slightly as she gave up trying to straighten his unruly hair.
"Just the way it should be, General....just the way it should be."
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Shana groaned as she stooped down to retrieve the box of Kleenex from the small table by the couch. Felt like the Nyquil was kicking in...she was definitely getting foggy.
Sitting down on the couch with a slight "oofff" she kicked off her heeled pumps, stretching out her arms as she was overtaken by a huge yawn.
Yep...magic green death was definitely kicking in. Time for a bit of shut eye.
Pulling the throw from the back of the couch, she haphazardly threw it over herself, snuggling down on the soft fabric in front of the blazing fire for a nice nap, completely ignoring the pulse of music wrapping up from under the floor.
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"I am *not* deaf, Ban! There's no need to yell."
"But why can't he see anyone for the rest of the day?" The Music Directors voice had a slightly desperate edge to it.
"Because...he's tending to important university business. Besides, it's not like you haven't had any lately...you've been getting twice as much as the rest of us. I'm only asking you to go one afternoon without him...not like Emmy for a whole week."
Banoire had the grace to blush, her discomfort evident at the mention of her slightly deranged sister Ho. True, it wasn't the end of the world that she'd had her General appointments cancelled for the rest of the day...it wasn't like she didn't have any other outlet for her frustrated hormones....hmmm....other outlets....Shana was, after all, out of commission from that cold....
Caeryn saw the spark leap into the other girl's eyes, her suspicions immediately rushing to the forefront at the faint smile that spread over Banoire's lips. Most Ho's would be climbing the walls or at the very least throwing a full fledged temper tantrum if told their appointments with the President had been cancelled...but here Banoire had a positively dreamy look on her face.
Very suspicious indeed....and Caeryn had a fairly good idea of why. Despite the lack of proof, she certainly wasn't as naive as she pretended to be regarding some of the "unauthorised" resident aliens of the campus.
Watching as Ban turned to leave the President's office, the small germ of an idea began to take root in the back of the Dean's mind...
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Her eyes gleaming as she typed with fiendish speed, Diebin cooed slightly as she finished off the last paragraph and hit the save button.
Whooohoooo! Done! Finally. Well, the general lovin' part was done, at any rate. Given the direction the muse was leading the plot, she was tempted to just leave it at that.
Clicking on the spell check icon, she cracked her knuckles slightly, leaning back in her chair to stretch out her back. It was then that she noticed Caeryn leaning in the doorway watching her with an amused smile.
"Oh, hey there...didn't hear you come in."
"You were too engrossed with your story."
With a scowl, Diebin looked down at the computer screen as it beeped at her.
"Yes, you outdated piece of crap...'Wanger' is too a word."
Caeryn smothered a smile. "I would have thought that was one of the first words you added to your spell check."
"I did...but not the capitalised version. You know how finicky these things can get."
"God, yah....annoying as shit most of the time...I *really* hate those green squiggles...and they never seem to stay turned off."
"Oh, I know. Well, this part's done. Should get Ban off my tail for a while at least."
"Hmmmm...I wanted to talk to you about that. I guess she replaced you this morning?"
"Well...she certainly suggested the idea to Kenobi. How did you find out?"
"One of the system warning's we installed was flagged by an appointment your replacement made."
"Oh, which one....surprised the whole system didn't blow up in her face, I have it so jury-rigged."
"I'm sure it almost did...she was looking a bit worried over whatever it was she was doing...you'll get to find out when you go back to verify what she did..."
Caeryn scowled slightly as Diebin's eyebrow raised.
"She made an appointment for the General to meet with our benefactor."
The original Ho choked slightly on that one. Lord knows, she'd become the mistress of distraction the minute the word funding passed the General's lips. It was something of a relished challenge that had become a very nice excuse to jump his bones.
And it very nicely kept him in the dark that his future arch enemy was their major contributor.
"So what about Banoire...other than the fact that she's starting to get mighty smug in her access to the General?"
"Well...I cleared his calendar for the day and rather firmly told him to visit Emmy and put this soap opera to an end."
Die chuckled slightly. "Damn time!"
"No shit...that Mary Kay thing was the last straw." Caeryn shuddered slightly, remembering the pile of newly acquired cosmetics now sitting on her desk. "Anyway, I cleared Le Général's schedule for the rest of the day...which included axing one of Ban's taken Emmy appointments, and one of Ban's own original appointments...and she wasn't nearly as distraught as she should have been at the deprivation."
Diebin pursed her lips slightly, absently digging through a jumbled pile of clothes looking for her black leather catsuit. "You think she has something up her sleeve."
Snorting softly, Caeryn sat down in the computer seat Diebin had just evacuated, looking over the file the other Ho had just finished with. "I know she has something under her sleeve....OOOOHHHHH...is this the next part?"
"Yep. So what's your plan?"
"Plan?...oh yes, about Ban. Well, I have a sneaking suspicion where she's going to go for consolation...." The Dean trailed off, her eyes avidly following the writing on the computer screen.
Diebin rolled her eyes. You'd think they never got any smut. "Annnndddd......?"
"Hmmm?" Unwilling to stop reading, the Dean didn't look up.
"Banoire...consolation for missing General appointments...what are we going to do about it?"
Grinning as she finally looked up, Caeryn affected a look of studied innocence. "What would your feeling on a little constructive snooping be?"
Her mouth curling in a responding smile as she picked up a glimmer of the other girl's idea, Diebin winked. "Lemme just get dressed in something more appropriate."
"Great....will give me time to read this before we go..."
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Brushing aside the whispy cobwebs in the dark hallway, the General headed toward what he hoped was Emmy's room.
They didn't use the secret passages very frequently; a fact mutely attested to by the thick layer of dust that coated the floor and the virtual curtains of cobwebs that hung in whispy tatters from the low ceiling.
The ancient paths delicately traced the edges of the existing rooms and corridors, the openings irregularly placed and to a fault well concealed within the normal features of the architecture. Their secret was known only to the essential staff...and of them, only a select few were aware of the one that led directly to and from the General's office.
As he moved stealthily along the route he pondered the problem of Emmy. He was a bit ashamed of the fact that he had let the situation go on this long. Truth was, his pride had been hurt by her apparently flippant relinquishing of all her appointments. He had never been told the whole story of why she had done so...now that he knew the reasoning, his pride wasn't quite so bruised.
Caeryn had been right in that...that song was perhaps the most annoying thing to come out of Hollywood in recorded history. It was bad enough on its own...but when played continuously over and over and over....he was rather surprised the incident had not ended in bloodshed as opposed to a mere schedule rearrangement.
But Emmy was *his* Ho...so it was up to him to set things straight. His stride lengthened slightly as he pondered exactly how he would make everything right. Truth be told, he had missed his Diva. She could be...and often was...absolutely adorable. All of his grrls were.
He would have paid good money to see her performance at Wanker College...His Emmy...running through the hearts of those sappy boys with the ease of a knife through hot butter...he could readily imagine her in the wenchified state strutting her thing on the conference table for the senior class, teasing those men with what they couldn't have....
Coming to a pause outside the exit he was looking for, he shook some of the accumulated dust off his shirt, brushing a few whisps of cobwebs off the black leather pants. With a deep breath, he reached up to release the latch holding the concealed doorway shut.
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Emmy laughed slightly, rolling over to lay on her stomach. She winced slightly as her manoeuvre landed her right on top of some of the scattered cosmetics she had been using on the plastic Obi Doll now laying on the floor.
Pinning the phone to her ear with her shoulder, she pushed herself up slightly on one hand while using the other to sweep the hard little plastic cosmetic cases to the floor.
Flopping back onto the bed with a soft "umph" she giggled slightly in response to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"What, me? Nah....nothing....cleaning off the bed....I can't see as it's any of your business what I'm doing on my bed, Joshua....well, I know that, but a polite boy wouldn't ask....no, I guess you never did say you were polite...well....hehehehehe....no, I'm not a nice girl...how observant of you to notice...well, if I told you I was lying on my bed in black lingerie what kind of an image would that give you...nope....I'm definitely not a good girl....well...since you ask, *I* am a Diva....uh huh...that's Supah Diva to you boy....ohhhh, aren't you a nice one....um hmmmm....black *skimpy* lingerie...ohhh, so you like that idea...wha..."
Emmy frowned suddenly as the phone went dead without warning. Pulling the headset from the crick of her shoulder she shook it a few times, pounding it on the soft bed for good measure. Tentatively, she put it back to her shoulder.
"Josh?"
"Who's Josh?" It was little more than a harsh growl.
Emmy would recognise that voice anywhere. Any ho worth her weight in chocolate could identify that voice...even if it was in the middle of a choir of over a thousand. What surprised her was that she was hearing it in her room.
Dropping the phone and affecting a nonchalance she couldn't really feel, the Queen Ho rolled over slowly, deliberately sprawling herself across the bed in a decidedly wanton sprawl. She almost lost it at the sight of her beloved General. So he had finally come to beg...
He was standing with his hands braced on his hips...black leather clad hips. The diva gulped slightly as she appreciatively eyed the magnificent length of him. The soft linen of his oversized shirt caressed the understated muscles...the perfect accompaniment to the practically form-fitting cut of his pants. All those sleek curves rippling the surface of the fabric with every tiny move, his scent now a palpable thing in the room.
The rush of estrogen to her brain was positively infuriating. It wasn't fair...he couldn't look like that...not if he didn't want her anymore. What the hell did he have to be angry about...it was *her* that wasn't getting any...
And angry he was...the furious teal of his eyes practically snapping as he awaited her answer to his question. His hair was faintly tousled, giving him that just out of bed look that always made her heart do funny things in her chest. The dusting of a beard colouring his cheeks and chin as his decadent lips flattened with the force of his emotions, their normal pink hue turning slightly paler where they were pressed together.
Damn...he looked so....edible. Every muscle was clenched, his chiselled muscles of his jaw rippling slightly as his gaze pinned her to the bed.
Her own stubborn pride came crashing to the surface as she lifted her face to meet his glare. With a slight harumph, she sat up on the bed, her layered velvet skirt fluffing around her with the momentum of the movement as she pushed the sliding tiara back on her head.
Sniffing slightly, deciding it was best to just ignore him, she brushed imaginary lint from the front of her dress. "Not that it's any of *your* business but Josh is a senior over at WC...he wanted to know what I was doing tonight."
The growl should have been fair warning, but Emmy was beyond caring. Damnit, but she wanted him...and she hated herself for it. He obviously didn't care about her enough. He hadn't said a word to her when he had fetched her back from WC this morning.
"It *is* my business....you're mine!" In his snarling tone, he practically spit the words out.
That was it! Emmy's temper flared out of control. Standing swiftly, snarling up into his scowling face she matched his feral growl with one of her own.
"What the hell do you care?! You haven't even looked given me a second glance for the last four days...you and your bloody precious schedule. You never once gave a damn that Banoire took all my appointments. Well you can just sod off, you arrogant, conceited, possessive...."
Her tirade was effectively and abruptly cut off by his swiftly descending lips. Her squeak of surprise was lost in the honeyed strokes of his tongue pushing its way past her lips almost brutally as one of his hands buried into her hair to hold her skull captive.
Everything receded at the touch of his mouth. God, but she had missed this. Within nanoseconds, her own hands had wended their way into his honeyed gold locks, tugging him even closer.
With a moan of desire too long repressed, Emmy drank from his lips greedily, her hands pulling him closer as though she would pull him into her very soul. He tasted so good! She barely noticed they were moving until she felt her back hit the wall.
Damn, but he tasted good. The tidal wave of rushing hormones wiped every other thought from her mind as she wrapped her leg around his, groaning as his hand skimmed up her thigh and unerringly moved to her core.
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Caeryn and Die stepped out into the hallway, the latter firmly closing the door to her room behind them.
"So...where do we start?"
"Hmmm.....ground floor offices...." Anything else the Dean might have said was drowned out by the loud moan emanating from under Emmy's door.
The two ho's looked at the door for a moment, then turned to grin at each other.
"'Bout time!" Die giggled.
With a triumphant high-five, the two girls turned to walk down the hallway, heading in the direction of the administrative wing.
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