Emma lounges on the plush white couch, legs crossed and one arm draped along the backrest. Her lips curve into a subtle, knowing smile as she glances at me beside her, my head resting tentatively against her shoulder. I'm trying to play it cool, but I can feel the slight tension in my frame, the way my fingers fidget with the edge of the throw blanket we're sharing.

"Comfortable, darling?" she purrs, her voice smooth as velvet, laced with that commanding edge that never quite fades. She shifts slightly, letting her arm slip around my shoulders, pulling me closer until I'm nestled against her side. "You're awfully quiet tonight. Don't tell me the movie's already got you bored."

I let out a small laugh, but it's shaky, and I feel the faint flush creeping up my neck. She tilts her head, those sharp ice-blue eyes studying me intently. Her smile widens to a smirk, a touch of mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart," she says, lowering her voice to a teasing, intimate murmur, "you don't have to be shy with Mommy." The word rolls off her tongue deliberately, and I tense further, my breath hitching. Emma's smirk softens into a indulgent smile as she watches my cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at her use of 'mommy'.

"You're just too cute when you get all flustered like this. Does Mommy's special attention make you feel all hot and bothered?" Her other hand goes up, cupping my flushed cheek, her thumb stroking over my bottom lip.