Getting out of the shower the next morning, I stopped to revel at Alison delicately putting on her makeup in the mirror in front of us. She had stumbled out of bed despite loving her sleep to pull on sweatpants and groggily shouted while I was shampooing my hair if she could borrow a sweatshirt to be ready in time to drive me to work. And she still looked amazing. After drying off and wrapping my towel around me, I walked up behind her to adjust her hair so it cascaded down her back.
"That sweatshirt looks cute on you."
"Thank you..." she smiled up at me, reaching one arm back to link her fingers with mine. "We are still agreed after last night though, right?" We met eyes through the mirror as I laughed loudly. "I'm already upset I have to wear it again Thursday. But no more cat suit, Em."
"No more cat suit." I covered my mouth to prevent my laughter from continuing to echo through the space. "Can you at least laugh about it this morning?"
"You weren't the one wearing it! It was a pain in the ass! You literally had to peel it off of me and then, I was still fucking covered in baby powder causing you to change the sheets while I was attempting to shower off. It ruined the entire mood, and I'm still stressing about how I'm supposed to somehow take that off myself tomorrow night." She emphatically made her points through the mirror's reflection, overusing her right hand holding her eyeliner to mark her statement.
I wrapped my right arm over her chest while placing my head on her left shoulder, keeping our hands connected by her waist, "But what about the 15 minutes before that series of events occurred when we were in relationship honeymoon bliss?"
She kissed my forearm as I kissed her shoulder simultaneously, the love in her eyes my only indication that I had made a valid point, "It's not happening again."
"The mask didn't require any baby powder. Is that still out of the question?" I smirked, dancing my fingers up her thigh.
"Don't push your luck, Fields. I can't believe there was ever a part of me that thought it was a good idea in the first place. Hell, I bought it when I was single. What was the plan, Alison?"
"You can tell me if it was to impress Carter. I'd love to rub in his face that I got to see you in it first." I laughed, kissing her cheek before heading to the closet to change.
She groaned, raising her voice as I walked away from her, talking through her smile, "How long are you going to hold that against me? I told you it was one fucking time nearly two years ago!"
I popped my head out of the closet, my towel falling to the ground, "I'm not holding anything against you. We all have moments of weakness, beautiful." I blew her a kiss, causing her to chuckle.
"To answer your insinuation though, no it wasn't to impress Carter. It was a fucking impulse buy that I didn't even realize was fully leather until I pulled it out of its bag on Friday!" She heard my laughter continuing from the closet, "You are loving the fact that I'm so annoyed about this whole ordeal, aren't you?"
I came around the corner in a red dress a few moments later, "I'm not loving that you're annoyed. I'm loving that you had the best intent at every turn and no part of this went in your favor. You told me I couldn't laugh about it last night, so I'm getting it all in now."
She turned to bury her head into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, rocking us back and forth, "Be happy I love you, Emily."
"Or what?" I giggled again, briefly kissing the top of her head. "You know that this is funny as hell! Come on, look at me without smiling. Try and tell me that this isn't funny."
"It's not funny." She mumbled into my chest.
"Nope, look me in the eyes, babe. I won't believe you until you look me in the eyes."
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Kingdom Come Undone
RomanceWhen Emily and Alison's eyes meet across a crowded banquet hall, it's the start of a love story neither expected. A tale of love, loss, and the lengths any couple would go to meld two separate lives into one. A completely AU story. T for lang.