One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 6: Ugh, it's not even a date

After Emily left the conference room, she didn't have many plans until tonight. She decided she'd go to her apartment and take one good bath in order to fix her writer's block, that she found out she had a few days ago. It wasn't good for a person with her job to go through that sort of things, since someone always needed her to write.

After half and hour the poet was finally at home. She sighed as she placed her keys on the counter near the door. She locked it and sat on the bed, closing her eyes. All she could think about on her way home was Sue. In fact, the poet had no idea how she was going to win the other girl over this time. Sue seemed to not be interested in the poet in a romantic way, so... how would Emily change her mind? The latter tried not to think about that as she was taking her clothes off, but she couldn't help but imagine Sue taking them off for her. Now it was clear that all Emily needed right now was a cold shower, although a bath seemed more comfortable right now. Emily groaned. She hated it when someone had that sort of an influence on her.

When the girl was already fully naked, she gave up on the idea to ignore her thoughts about the singer. She looked in her drawer for her dildo. She turned it on and made the blanket cover her. Then Emily started what she really needed: a masturbating session.

...

Sue went home. Her ex fiancée Damien should have been gone by now, but his car was in the driveway. As she parked, she sighed, not wanting to have to deal with his nonsense today. He had always accused her of cheating, something she would never do. He also always made her seem like the bad guy. When they got together, he told her that he would never harm her. She guessed now that only meant physically and not mentally.

Sue walked into the house, crossed her arms and waited for him to turn around. The blonde gentleman was of an average build with multiple tattoos all over his arms. He was hot. Sexy. All the things she remembered about him. But he was also a jerk. Since he cheated on her she couldn't look at him the same. She guessed it was because of her lack of intimacy with him. Or maybe she just wasn't good enough.

"Oh, hey, I was just grabbing some clothes and shoes." - he said, not even looking at her.

"Well, you really need to leave. I told you I didn't want to see you again, I told you when I'd be gone, and you still managed to be here when I get home." - she sighed, not wanting to get angry but already being so fed up with him.

"Yeah, you didn't tell me you'd be gone all night." - he brought up.

"I was at a friend's, you know, to talk about my cheating ex. Get over you."

"So you're still not over me." - he smirked and she placed her head in her hands, groaning.

"Just grab your shit and leave, Damien!" - she announced loudly.

"Fine, God, I'm going!" - he finally said, grabbing the two boxes of clothes he had packed while she was gone and walking out the door towards his car.

"Finally..." - Sue said as she closed the door behind him. She wanted to be alone. With herself. Sue took a quick cold shower thinking about the brunette poet as she washed her body, imagining her hands on Sue. She only allowed herself to think this way in the shower. Because maybe the water would wash away the dirt of it. She got out of the shower after half an hour, the water freezing by now. She grabbed a towel and laid on her bed. She thought about Emily's words, her careful thought out words. Sue looked at her phone for a second. Groaned. And waited a while before looking at it again.

She wanted Emily. Needed her. In this moment she almost texted Emily telling her to come over. Knowing it was wrong, she did the responsible thing and turned her phone off.

....

As Emily thought about Sue, she wondered if Sue thought about her as well. That would be cool, only if it were true. Even though Emily couldn't daydream about it in such detail, she was too busy getting off. She was a bit annoyed she was doing it all by herself, though. She groaned when she looked at the clock on the wall across from her - she didn't know how much time had passed. It was already 6 PM, maybe it was time for her to call Sue so they could set up a meeting.

"Ugh, it's not even a date." - Emily groaned, looking at the ceiling, as she put the dildo away and made sure she was fully covered with the blanket. "She said nothing would happen, but I shouldn't beat myself up about it. We'll have a good time, like we did yesterday." - after she said that to herself, Emily got up, took a bath and got dressed. Then she grabbed her phone and that's when she realized she doesn't have Sue's number...

....

Sue looked at her phone one last time before texting the number that she got that morning. She'd text them and delete it without sending, groaning.

"Why is it so hard to text?" - she wrote another text and deleted it, then finally settled on one. She typed:

"Hello Emily." and that was all. She put the phone down and sighed, the cold shower not having worked to cool her off. She looked over at her phone, awaiting a reply from the poet. As she did, she stood up and got dressed, she didn't know what time they were leaving as it was already 6:30.

Emily had lost all hope that this date or whatever it is, would even happen. That was, until her phone buzzed. She looked at it and couldn't help but smile. She waited a few minutes to text back, as she didn't want to look desperate. She was going to write something flirty like "Hey there, gorgeous", but she quickly gave up on that idea and simply typed "Hey there. Do you wanna meet at this club called 'The Red'? We won't drink, but the music there's good, not too loud, and if we feel like it we can dance." and sent it. She started worrying about whether the message sounded right or not. Then she remembered her text said nothing about an hour.

"How about we meet there at... 7:30?" - the poet wrote.

Sue smiled down at her phone, her red dress on and her makeup almost done. She texted Emily Dickinson back.
"Sure, sounds good." - she sent back to Emily, trying not to sound eager, but if she'd let herself admit it, she was. She missed Emily. She felt herself wanting. And she hated it, but also loved it. She hadn't felt like a teenager so much until now. A teenager in lust.

Sue finished up her makeup and looked at the time, it was 7. She had to leave now. She put some comfortable heels on and wondered why she was getting so dressed up for a girl. She got in her car and put the address into her maps. She drove slowly and carefully, daydreaming.