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Quaranteam, Hebridean Hame: Part  2

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Quaranteam, Hebridean Hame: Part  2

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Emma was curled up on one of the oversized chairs, with Skye

beside her. She was watching a rerun of a cooking show and wasn't too bothered
by the conversation interrupting her viewing. The three of them chatted for a
bit about Christmas plans. Emma had been thinking about food for that day and
was in favor of trying to trade one of the local farmers some fresh venison for
a goose, if any had such a thing. That would mean Callum getting one of Rory's
hunting rifles out and taking one of the local deer, something he could do, but
something he had never been very keen on. Which led to a discussion on hunting
versus foraging.

The talking made them thirsty, which led to Callum fetching

some drinks from the well-stocked alcohol cabinet. Red wine for Mira, a
straight single malt with ice for Emma, and he had chosen a Calvados, a French
apple brandy, mixed with apple juice. Callum quickly checked via an instant
message to Alison whether she wanted anything, but she declined.

The three of them nursed their drinks, continuing to chat,

before Mira decided to head upstairs and write down her initial plans before
she went to bed. Goodnights were said, and Mira went off with more of a spring
in her step.

Callum sat in his usual place on one of the comfortable

couches, surrounded by more cushions than anyone could ever need. He
half-listened to the TV, sipping his drink and hearing Mira ascend the stairs
to her room. Emma had excused herself for a moment, leaving him with the
crackle of the fire and the Geordie chatter of two men cooking in an orchard
somewhere, he could tell it was something filmed pre-covid by the way people
stood near each other.

He jumped slightly when Emma unexpectedly placed a hand on

his shoulder from behind, trailing it along the top of his spine as her fingers
dipped under the rear neckline of his t-shirt, and over his other shoulder as
she walked behind him. He suddenly felt goosebumps running down his arms. He
hadn't heard her come back into the room.

Callum raised an eyebrow as he watched Emma move around the

other end of the couch, emerging from the shadow into the low light given off
by the television and embers of the much-reduced log fire. His breath caught in
his chest as he saw that she'd changed her clothes since she left.

She sat beside him, both legs curled under her, so her knees

were pressed together and almost touching his thigh. Somehow, she seemed to be
able to make this simple action seem sensual. This position highlighted how
short her nightdress was, as it revealed her thighs and a scandalous amount of
her bare hip. In her usual elegant way, she rested an elbow on the back of the
couch before resting her chin on her hand. Her other hand causally traced from
her neckline down her torso, attempting to draw his attention before pulling at
the bottom of the nightdress to remain at least slightly modest. This caused
the material to pull tight across her tits, which bounced slightly at the
movement, showing she wore no bra.

Callum watched her from almost the corner of his eye, not

wanting to give her the satisfaction of showing his interest by observing her
directly. He tutted and shook his head in a faux annoyed manner as she settled
beside him. Turning towards her, he kept his eyes on hers as he took another
sip of his drink. This wasn't the first such approach Emma had made. However,
it may have been the most obvious one. When they were watching TV earlier,
she'd been wearing a loose woolen jumper and jogger bottoms. Now, however, she
wore a dark-colored low-cut silky nightdress, its thin straps barely remaining
on her shoulders. The material clung tightly to her curves, especially given
her current arrangement on the couch. Her legs were bare, besides a pair of
slipper socks she usually wore around the lodge. The nightdress was just long
enough that it had covered halfway to her knees while she stood but was now a
little higher due to her seated position. There was a slight slit in the side
at the hem, making it slightly more risqué and showing a little of her hip, and
showing no sign of any underwear.

She smiled at his antics with a similarly exaggerated look

of innocence, her free hand making a 'who me?' gesture, before responding
quietly, almost whispering "What?"

Callum did his level best to keep his eyes on her face, but

failed repeatedly. He would be lying if he said he wasn't highly aroused.
Despite his intentions, his eyes kept moving from hers down to her jawline, to
her shapely neck and shoulders, to the swell of her tits outlined against the
material, to the top of her ample cleavage, which was visible in the low light
before descending into shadow.

"Don't play coy, Em. We both know what you're doing.

And we've been over this before." he found himself whispering, mimicking
her lowered voice. And somehow, that made the interaction so much more
intimate, which wasn't reducing his state of arousal any. "It's not a good
idea and wouldn't be appropriate. I'm your boss, and we need to keep things
professional."

Emma tilted her head slightly and looked at him with what

could be considered something between a smirk and a smile. She could see his eyes
wander over her while he told her he wasn't interested.

"It's okay, I understand," she whispered back.

"You've been very clear about boundaries. I wouldn't force you to do
anything that would make you; uncomfortable." Emma reached out and placed
her hand on his lower arm, his goosebumps reappearing as her warm touch met his
bare skin. "But I want you to understand that I'm attracted to you. So
that things are crystal clear."

Callum began to respond, but Emma continued, raising her

palm towards him in a 'stop' motion and hurrying not to let him interrupt.

"And no, it's not just because you're the only male

here. I've always been open about my sexuality. Girls, boys, whatever. But you
all just jumped to the conclusion I'm some sort of nympho. I'll admit I am a
very physical person, but I used to struggle with feeling enough of a
connection to enjoy sex. Then I realized I'm what's called demi sexual. I need
to have a mental connection, an emotional connection before I feel any sexual
interest or attraction to a person. It's not like I can't tell when someone is
physically attractive, but my emotional relationship with them matters more to
me than how they might look." She paused, watching him to see if he
understood. Callum nodded at the unspoken question. Emma continued "What
you did tonight for Mira just made my heart ache. She needed something to give
her a bit of hope. Something to look forward to and help her feel secure. And
you gave her that. Seeing how brightly she smiled while we were making plans was
amazing. I know we are friends, and you've made it clear things can't really go
beyond that. But that emotional connection we have, it's special to me. You're
a good man, Callum Scott. I really, really appreciate that."

Callum could see that Emma was attempting to express the

intensity of her emotions and to do so seriously, but this heart-to-heart
discussion seemed at odds with her current attire.

"I'm not good at receiving compliments but thank

you." He whispered after a moment of silence between them. "But I'm
confused what being a good man has to do with; " he gestured, indicating
her current lack of clothing.

She grinned cheekily at that. "Oh, good men deserve to

be rewarded."

With that, she quickly shifted, rising onto her knees and

swinging one leg over his. She straddled his lap, facing him, sitting slightly
taller than him, given their positioning, as she knelt over his lap without
touching it. Her arms went over his shoulders. Callum's hands automatically
moved to hold her, more from surprise than any conscious thought.

"What are you doing?" he gasped, slightly louder

than a whisper this time. His shock showed on his face. Fear began to bubble up
within him.

Emma giggled slightly, bringing a finger to her lips in a

'be quiet' gesture. Upstairs, a door closed, and footsteps could be heard. They
froze until they heard another upstairs door open and close, and the footsteps
receded. There was a patter of feet on the stairs, but too quick to be Alison
or Mira. As they waited in silence, Callum looked up at Emma. She returned his
gaze and bit the corner of her lip; he realized that his hands were resting on
bare, soft skin at the top of her thighs, somewhere around her hips. He could
feel her smooth, and warm under his fingers. He also realized that he'd made no
attempt to push her away, though nothing was stopping him from doing so.

Piper trotted into the room, finding a space in front of the

fire and flopping down. Her tail slowly wagged as she noticed who was in the
room, but only briefly before she returned to whatever nap had been disturbed
upstairs.

"I told you," Emma whispered, answering his

earlier question as if they had not been interrupted. "You deserve a
reward." She giggled before continuing. "I wanted to thank you for
being such a good man for us." Her finger moved to his lips again,
silencing his concern. "Don't worry, this isn't sex. I just wanted to give
you something to think about; "

As she spoke, she slowly closed the distance, her chest

pressing against his through their clothing. Inch by inch, she moved her lips
closer to his. Her eyes were on him, but she kept glancing down at his mouth,
making her intentions clear. She drew closer and closer as if waiting for him
to pull away or tell her to stop.

Callum could see what was about to happen and had frozen in

place. One part of his mind was overcome by fear going back to false
accusations and all the pain and trauma that had been caused to him by someone
he'd trusted and loved. The same feeling he had earlier with Mira welling up
again. Panic, a need to remove himself from the situation.

But the other part, lonely and missing physical contact,

driven by his physical attraction to this woman, desperately wanted to move and
meet the kiss. His mind raced, trying to decide whether to stay or flee. His
heart rate increased, and the same clammy feeling covered his skin. However, he
remained where he was, stunned by indecision and the maelstrom of contrary
wants and needs he felt.

Emma's warm, soft lips found his while Callum's inner

conflict raged.

The kiss was everything a first kiss with a new person

should be. Slow and sensual. Tentative, gentle and cautious at first. For those
first few minutes it was very much Emma kissing him, her being the instigator.
But quickly, without making any conscious decision, Callum reciprocated. Their
noses brushed together as the kiss gained heat and speed. Callum was amazed at
how her lips could feel so soft yet demanding on his. It had been years since
he'd been kissed with so much passion. He could faintly taste mint from the
cheesecake and the warmer notes of the whisky she'd drunk earlier. He could
smell the tropical scents of her body wash along with hints of whichever
seasonings she'd used earlier. Her forearms were both on his shoulders, one of
her hands on the top of his spine, the other moving into his hair, her nails
gently caressing his scalp.

All the while they kissed with growing intensity.

The swirl of thoughts plaguing Callum a moment ago had gone,

replaced with nothing but the kiss.

Emma pressed her chest against his, and he felt her lower

herself fully onto his lap. This movement brought her mouth to a similar level
as his. Undoubtedly, she would be able to feel his erection pressed against his
trousers, and against her, but she made no attempt to pull away. His hands slid
around her hips, holding the top of her buttocks as he pulled her gently
against him.

The kiss broke apart for a second, both seeking air. Her

mouth hovered just in front of his, so close he could feel her breath against
his skin. Their eyes remained locked on each other. Almost involuntarily, he
moved his mouth closer to hers, seeking that connection again.

She smirked slightly and pulled away a little, not letting

him connect. "What are you doing?" she whispered, mocking his earlier
question to her with a fake frown.

He lifted his hips while pulling her tightly against him,

causing her to gasp and bringing her mouth within his reach. There was a brief
kiss as their mouths connected before she pulled away again, teasing him.

She giggled quietly, rubbing her nose against his and

pulling away from his attempts to kiss her. Eventually, his lips found hers.
This time, Callum took the lead, starting slowly with that same initial
tenderness, but grazing her bottom lip with his teeth lightly. Again, the level
of passion ramped up quickly.

He almost groaned when she started moving her hips against

his lap.

While he was pressed back into the sofa, their kissing

beginning to introduce tongues to each other's lips and mouths, she moved her
fingers lightly down over his arms until they found his hands.

Not breaking the kiss, she firmly guided his hands out from

under her clothing. Before he could worry that he had gone too far, she guided
his hands upwards over her body. The delicate nightdress's smooth, silky
material allowed his touch to glide effortlessly over her body while pulling
the material up slightly. His hands caressed her hips and the sides of her
tummy, before eventually reaching the soft swell of her large tits. He couldn't
help but let out a low moan of appreciation as he felt her hard nipples through
the fabric, firm against his palm. She continued to coach and guide his hands
while they continued their kissing. Covering his hands with her own, she
encouraged him to squeeze and knead her tits. She moaned quietly into the kiss
as he began to massage gently but with growing intensity, paying attention to
her nipples alternately on his palms and under his thumbs. One of her shoulder
straps had slid off her shoulder through all her squirming against his lap. The
movement exposed more of her cleavage, bunching up the silky material around
his questing fingers.

Callum could feel her grinding against his cock through his

trousers. The bottom of the nightdress had become bunched up enough for him to
catch glimpses of her well-groomed pubic hair pressing down against him between
kisses. He found himself raising his hips against her, matching her tempo,
causing another low moan to escape from her into his mouth. One of her hands
moved to the side of his neck, cradling his jaw, holding him but using the
leverage to push her hips harder against him.

With the need for gasps of air increasing, Callum let out

what could only be described as a low growl of arousal and frustration. His
mouth moved to her jawline, down her shapely neck, and onto her shoulders,
kissing where her neck and shoulders met, along her collarbone. She sighed as
the softness of his mouth was balanced by a firm tweak of her nipple. Her other
hand now moved to grab his shoulder as she ground her pussy against his crotch,
rocking her hips to maximize her contact with him, her movement growing a
little more frantic. His hand left her tit briefly, letting the bunched fabric
drop, the shoulder strap falling fully down to her elbow, exposing one of her
double-D tits entirely as it hung naturally, swaying as she moved. Greedily,
his mouth moved towards her nipple, his hand cupping her flesh to bring it to
his mouth, licking it hard before moving his lips over it and the skin around
it with varying intensity, sucking gently.

She shuddered, pushing his mouth away from her breast,

grabbing his chin aggressively as she tilted his head up, kissing him hard
again, pushing him back against the couch with the movement. Her movement
against his erection became even more determined, making the couch springs
squeak quietly. His hand now held her bare breast, squeezing and running his
thumb over her nipple, and letting it sway against his palm so that her tit
gently slapped against it.

She shuddered against him again, letting out a deep moan;

but then suddenly broke away from him, pushing her upper body back from his.
She lifted her hips from his crotch, their lips the last part of them to
separate.

Panting, one of her hands went to steady herself on the arm

of the couch while the other grabbed the cushion behind his shoulder. She
seemed less confident and more unfocused at that moment. Gasping, shivering,
too loudly she uttered "Fuck; " before covering her mouth briefly in
shock at her volume and continuing much more quietly.

"Fuck. Ok. Okay. Oh kay. Fuck." She shivered

again. Her hand went between her legs as she closed her eyes briefly. Not
moving but holding herself over the nightdress.

Her whispered voice while she caught her breath sounded

huskier than earlier.

"I think; I think that's reward enough. If we don't

stop now, if we don't stop right now, I don't think I'll be able to; I was
about to; That was; Fuck."

Callum looked down at the dark-haired goddess kneeling over

his lap. His lips tingled, already missing hers. He could feel his erection
throbbing, having not received anywhere near as much stimulation from her
movements as she had.

He was breathing hard, and he could feel his heart racing.

His previously scattered thoughts quickly began to return, his mind going a
thousand miles an hour. His feelings of lust, his need to feel this woman
properly on top of him, to be inside her.

But also present was that feeling of deep-set fear and

shame. That feeling of panic, silenced by their physical contact, came back now
with a vengeance.

What had he done? Why did he let it go so far? How could he

leave himself exposed like this? What if she claimed it wasn't consensual? That
he had forced her. Claimed he abused his position. Claimed he threatened her;

They remained together on the couch, but neither moved other

than breathing. Both were silent in that moment. Emma felt warm and hopeful,
looking down at him with obvious affection.

While Callum, who felt his emotions running increasingly out

of control, a growing anger at himself, and fear for what came next, struggled
to look her in the eye.

The only sound in the room was the murmur of the TV and

their breathing.

He felt like he couldn't catch his breath and could hear his

pulse beating in his ears. He was suddenly dizzy, his fingers tingling as the
feeling of having no control over the situation, over anything at all,
escalated. He felt nauseated, desperate to throw Emma off him but aware that
might make things worse.

Emma, still straddling him, noticed that Callum's breathing

hadn't slowed, that his hands had dropped from her and that he would no longer
meet her eye. Her hopeful feeling turned into a sinking one.

She quickly swung back into her previous position beside him

on the couch, hastily rearranging her clothing. Callum remained silent, his
eyes anywhere but on her. She watched him closely, with the same concern as
Mira had earlier. Maintaining the whisper, she asked with genuine concern,
"Callum, what's wrong?"

Silence, just his rapid breathing. She placed her hand back

on his arm.

"Callum, look at me, talk to me. What's going on?

What's wrong?"

"Nothing," came the flat reply. "Nothing's

wrong. I've; I need to go. It'll be pitch black out there by now." He
began to get up, gently starting to pull his arm free from her touch.

"Cal, I'm sorry if I went too far. I just wanted to

kiss you and give you something to think about when you got home. As a thank
you; I got a little carried away." She tightened her grip on his arm.
"Look at me, Cal. I'm sorry, I went too far. I didn't mean to upset
you." Her voice, while still low, was filled with concern and emotion.

Callum had now stood fully, the dogs taking an interest as

it seemed home time. He looked down at her hand on his arm, trying to slow his
breathing, trying to take a moment and not hurt his friend, not make the
situation worse. But desperate to flee. He deliberately tried to look at her
rather than anywhere else but her. He took a few deep breaths, trying to be
calm.

"I'm; " Callum's throat tightened as soon as he

uttered the word. The next word caught in his chest. The sudden press of heavy
emotions blocked any progress, any attempt to express himself. The words he
wanted to say could not come. Sorry. Angry. Panicking. Lost. Hurt. Hurting. All
the possible endings to that sentence were choked off by the growing lump in
his throat.

Looking down at her s

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