Jake stops moving.
Emma:
Oh, shit! I didn’t mean to give you a soft-off! Quick, recover, you were doing so well! Think of something! Bare feet, latex, me in a nun’s habit!
Jake looks directly in Emma’s face.
Emma:
I’m panicking! Wait! How about this?!
Emma lies back with her wrists together against the headboard, mimicking being bound and gagged.
Emma (after a few moments):
Oh, that’s better....That’s a lot better… you like that...I do, too. Why did I just tell you that? I’m going to end up dead someday. Sooner rather than later. And there will be an embarrassment component for my family. Not that they wouldn’t deserve it –
Jake looks at her and shakes his head.
Emma:
I’ll put the imaginary gag back in my mouth.
She makes some faux muffled moans.
Emma:
Sorry, I spat it out. You can imagine I have struggled free. Oh… good…yes, keep imagining that. It’s just that I have to talk. I mean, I talk and text at the same time.
Where was I? You and me. You know what I can’t figure out? Am I a trap that’s gonna kill you, or are you a trap that’s gonna kill me? One of us is going down at the end. Right now, I think it’s the latter, given that you just want to fuck me and…oh look, here you are already.
Jake smiles at her while shaking his head “no.”
Emma:
Me, I need to know there is a future. I want to know where things are going…to hell with that, I want to know how they END. Now. Tell me up front so I can decide whether or not to commit. I read the last page of Great Expectations FIRST. Completely sabotaged the exercise of reading a masterpiece, but there it is. I have no time for this “will Pip and Estella finally get together?” crap. Either tell me yes or I’m out. And for me it has to end with me a kept woman, married to a handsome executive who closes multi-million dollar deals while I raise the kids. Thing is, I have a really cool last name. It’s a bird of prey. Very appropriate. But he’ll expect me to take his name, which will probably be as white bread as it gets. It also doesn’t help that you seem to be better at this whole sex thing than any of the executive types I’ve slept with.
Emma purrs some more, enjoying.
See where the problem lies here? Don’t answer that. There are too many good responses and they are all true. And I don’t need any more truths staring me in the face. This explains how I find myself between men.… That, and I tend to kill them.
Jake looks her in the face again.
Emma:
Figuratively, of course. You know that night last month when we met but didn’t know it? I was with a former partner in my firm. We used to winter in Buenos Aires together. That’s where I developed my Malbec habit. You noticed the white Lexus, and how it’s currently in my garage out back? There were only something like 500 LFAs made, or so I hear. That was his. He used to sleep in this bed. I kicked him out. But only after I made him give me that car. I mean, come on, how the hell do I even know what an LFA is? I don’t know anything about supercars. But I knew it was everything to him. So now it’s mine. That should scare the hell out of you. Then again, you don’t have anything for me to take but your heart.
Pause.
Emma:
I’ll probably do that much damage to you, given a chance. Then again, you haven’t wronged me with the office secretary and a string of clients. Yet. But I’d still fuck you up. I always do. The only guys I hurt worse than the jerks are the good ones. They come along every now and then, we hit it off at first, then I start thinking, what the hell is wrong with him that he likes me? Then I conclude he’s undesirable and ditch him for a jerk. Have you ever tried to put someone’s heart back in his or her chest once you’ve ripped it out? It just doesn’t work. Whatever you do, Jake, don’t fall in love with me. I don’t believe you would for one second. But, still….
Another Pause.
Emma:
You know, there is a third possibility. This could be a mutual assured destruction thing. Jesus, Emma, could you just relax for…Oh! Goddammit Jake, you are about to win this, too!
Emma begins to climax.
Emma:
For once I would just like…oh!…for once I would just like…oh!...to be with someone…oh! who can…oh….make me…oh…live in the moment…ahhh...right here…oh…right (yields into screaming orgasm)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Jake releases with something of an exhausted, relieved whimper while Emma finishes crying out.
They collapse in each other’s arms. There is silence for a bit, other than their labored breathing. They kiss.