Page 8 of A Little's Campervan

Emmie didn’t say anything for a long time, and Wren wondered whether she’d overstepped and made her feel uncomfortable. She was about to apologise when Emmie said, “I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“I… thank you. I think.” Wren wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of compliments. She was lucky enough to feel pretty comfortable in her skin, though that didn’t necessarily translate into unerring confidence.

“I’d like to kiss you, I think,” said Emmie.

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Emmie

“You think?” asked Wren, and Emmie realised that the brunette was just as nervous as she was.

“I know I’d like to kiss you. If you’d like to kiss me.” And then, trying it on for size. “Please Daddy.”

“Fuck.” Wren’s voice was strangled, and she ran her hand through her hair. “That’s not fair, petal.”

“Oh.” Emmie pulled back. “Should I not have…? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No no!” Wren’s momentary panic was almost comical. “You’re all good, it’s just that when you call me Daddy…” She groaned and the sound was arresting.

Emmie wanted to make her groan again.

The door to the van was closed, which was just as well, because Emmie leaned over until their lips were ghosting each other. “Can I kiss you please, Daddy.”

And that’s when Wren kissed her. Soft lips plundered hers, and she wanted to unfurl like a flower, laying out beneath Wren’s gaze and let her kiss Emmie all over.

Her head spun a little bit, and when they broke apart, both of them panting a little bit, they both looked dishevelled, even if their hands hadn’t been anywhere remotely interesting.

“Oh,” Emmie breathed. “That was…”

“Yeah,” said Wren. “It certainly was.” She looked like she wanted to kiss Emmie again, but she shuffled backwards instead of towards her, and Emmie felt a sting of rejection. “I want to take you out on a date before we do anything more than kissing. Take it slower, so that you know I’m not just after sex.”

“But I’m after sex,” said Emmie, and Wren growled and pulled her close for another kiss. That was very satisfying. Emmie wanted more of those.

“Okay, so listen here, little minx. You are worth more than a tumble in the back of a campervan—even if the prospect is more than a little appealing right now. I am going to take you out for the day tomorrow; we’ll walk up to one of my favourite viewpoints and have a picnic. Andthenif you still want to, I’ll bring you back here and show you just how good Daddy can be.”

Emmie’s brain stuttered. “That… yes. That. I want that.”

“Okay then. I’m going to tuck you in, and kiss you goodnight sweetly, and I shall see you tomorrow morning.”

Wren was as good as her promise, and made Emmie as snug as a bug in a rug which made her giggle. She plugged in Emmie’s phone to charge, and made sure that Red Panda was tucked up in with her.

“There you go sweetheart. Sleep tight.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” said Emmie, and snuggled deeper into her blankets.

The van was very quiet after Wren had left, and Emmie lay staring up at the fairy lights for the longest time. She’d dated before, but not a huge amount. Mainly because it was hard to find dates who were queer and also okay with a quiet life in. Sheknew that there were homebody queers out there, it’s just that none of them seemed to live near her.

Emmie had no interest in going to munches or dungeons or the kind of events that would have helped her meet new people, and a big part of that was the fact that she really didn’t want to bump into any of her clients in a non-work setting. She could cope with the supermarket if she had to, but how on earth would she cope if someone walked in on her being spanked? Absolutely not. It was unthinkable.

But this? It felt like she’d met someone who was kinky enough to scratchthatitch, but also understanding enough to cope with everything else that made up Emmie.

Her phone buzzed, and she grabbed it. There were two new messages. Wren had typed her number in before she’d headed back to her tent, and she’d texted to say goodnight.

Christie had messaged as well.

Hey sis.Thanks for coming with us this weekend. I hope you’re having fun. Wren seems nice. I love you.

Of course! I love you too.

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