Winter (Not Edited)

Chapter 22

Time had passed and it was almost normal. Winter couldn't help, but count the days since they last kissed. Seven. A whole week. And she would be lying if she didn't miss the feel of his warm lips on hers.

She rolled in her bed, it was probably about one or two in the morning. She was restless.

Slowly Winter made her way to the library to find a book to occupy her time. As she opened the door a cool breeze swept over her pale flesh, goosebumps, blossoming.

Emerson's head snapped to the door as it opened, he was still widely awake and working endlessly. His eyes watched the ethereal angel as she walked through the door frame.

The quintessence of perfection.

Though as if he was in a trancelike state, he almost didn't say anything. "Winter, why are you awake at this hour?" His voice had visibly scared Winter, as she jumped.

Her spring green orbs widened at the sight of Emerson sitting in his leather chair, with a glass of whiskey.

Instant remnants of the first night she saw him flashed through her eyes.

Even if it was not but a few months ago, he had changed much. Winter changed him. His Winter.

"I couldn't sleep." Winter said breathless at the sight of the beautiful soul in front of her. Taking small steps towards him. The only thing she could think about was the way his lips felt on her neck.

Emerson's body straightened in the chair as he watch her elegantly sway towards himself. Her alluringly, innocent body.

"Come here," he motioned for her to sit down. Winter reached to grab a chair before he caught her actions off. "No, here." He grumbled a bit annoyed by her undying kindness as he patted his leg.

Winter's eyes widened yet again, as her small frame moved closer to him until she was standing in front of Emerson.

Her intake of air was enough to make Emerson lose his.

He reached out for her small hands and guided her until she was in his lap. Warmth sprinkled throughout her body as he pulled her into a hug. Emerson was craving her body more than he could keep himself contained to.

Winter's eyes were almost closed as he rubbed her back, while her legs hung over his. A hug both of them much needed.

She almost purred at the sensation of his warm fingers running up her bare back, the night gown she worn was falling.

Emerson hummed lightly trying to get her to sleep, he wondered how long it would take. "You need to sleep too." Winter voiced trying to stay awake.

"No I have work, but you sleep." Emerson whispered in a deep, sleep deprived voice.

"I'm not sleeping until you go to bed." Winter argued, her eyes drooping. Emerson laughed and continued to rub her back.

Her eyes were still opened, he need to sleep, even if it took doing this.

"Winter go to bed." He said firmly.

She shook her head no.

Emerson tightened his arms around Winter and stood up suddenly. Her hands clung to his tone arms as he began walking in the direction of his room.

Sitting her down gently, she was frozen in shock as he left her alone in his bedroom. She kinda felt hurt that she was bothering him that badly. She just wanted to make him sleep better.

Curling into a ball in the dark covers, her mind was racing, she definitely wasn't sleeping now. Her heart was pounding against her chest in agony.

Emerson was grabbing a towel so he could shower before going to bed. He adored Winter endlessly and if she wanted him to sleep, he would. It also didn't help at the idea of her losing sleep because of him.

At the sound of the door opening Winter moved to look, her breath was ripped from her chest. Emerson moved into the room and to the closet with only a towel covering his lower half.

He didn't seem to notice Winter was awake, but it didn't matter her face was already a bright crimson. Moving quickly, she shoved her face into the pillow and pretended to be sleeping.

Throwing on a pair of black sweats, Emerson walked back over to the bed. He watched as her back moved rapidly up and down. Why was she breathing so hard? Was she crying? The questions invaded his head as he made his way over to the bed.

"Winter." Emerson whispered.

No answer.

"Baby, answer me." He stated firmly.

She turned around, as if her face wasn't already on fire from the moment before he called her another endearing term.

She blinked up at him.

"Just making sure you are okay, you are okay right?" Emerson said laughing lowly and sighing in relief that she appeared fine. Flustered, but fine.

She nodded frantically and Emerson laughed again, wondering why she was acting so shy.

She turned back around facing the opposite direction of Emerson and physically shut her eyes. Her heart was still pounding. She wanted to kiss him.

Winter felt the bed dip as Emerson adjusted himself in the covers. She was having a mental debate if she should just do it.

She turned around again, coming face to face with Emerson. She gasped in surprise at the close contact.

Her lips parted as she leaned closer.

"I'm sorry we haven't spent much time together this week, I have been extremely busy with work and–" Emerson was cut off by soft lips connecting with his own.

Instantly he moved closer, sealing the kiss.

She squirmed at the thought of something more happening. His fingers gripped her thigh forward as he push her down. Winter struggled to keep up with the kiss and broke for air.

Emerson took the opportunity to explore her neck again. Remembering every spot.

Her body pushed closer to the pleasure. Emerson drew circles on her inner thigh as he continued his attack on her neck. Slowly he made his way to her shoulder then to her collarbone. Butterflying kisses to her chest and the valley of her breast.

Winter was lifted into heaven as he endlessly brought pleasure to her skin.

Emerson's hand was moving closer to her arousal. At that moment he knew he must stop, she deserved the best, and they were both rather or completely sleep deprived at that moment.

Winter whined as he moved away, the disappointment seeped through her skin.

She wanted more.

She grumbled something and Emerson pulled her close to him. She was his to hold, to keep, to love. And he was hers, his soul and his body.

Some say love takes time, but how can love take time. It's ourselves that use time, and take love. Though it had not been long that they had known each other the powers of fate had woven their pathways.

Emerson loved Winter.

Winter would be lying if she said she didn't already love him, it was her nature.