One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 9: Will you be there in the morning?

"Em..." - Sue looked at Emily, her eyes darting over the poet's face, wondering how drunk she was, she wouldn't even remember their kiss. Or anything that happened now. Sue became frustrated, her hands letting go of the wheel in the parked car, and grabbed Emily's shoulders.

"Look what you've done, Emily! I was innocent! I had attraction towards men!" - she sighed, letting go of Emily slightly, wanting to shake the brunette. "Now every man I look at, I'm repulsed by. I remember everything we did that night. Every touch, every kiss." - she was now looking at Emily, keeping the poet silent with her gaze. "I hoped it was a man, I hoped you were a dirty liar. Now all I want to do is touch you, and kiss you, and you only see me as an expedition. Some play thing that you'll get bored of. I know your type, Emily Dickinson. I've fell for many guys just like you, yet here I am." - she finished her rant with a sigh, running both hands through her hair, hoping she was right and Emily wouldn't remember a thing.

For a moment Emily just stood there, frozen. She had no idea what to say because her drunken mind was thinking about something else entirely. It wasn't here, with Sue. But the poet knew she had to get her shit together. She was a poet, after all. In a normal condition she always knew what to say. But... how about now?

"Sue Gilbert." - Emily started. "The way I see it you have no fucking idea what you mean to me. I'd do anything for you and I think I know that ever since I first met you. I can't explain it to myself, but you're the only person who's ever made me feel that way. I just... I care about you so much, Sue. And there's nothing else in the world I want more than to be with you." - Emily spoke out. She knew Sue wasn't ready to hear that special three-word sentence which couples say to each other when they mean it, but she couldn't help but think that it was exactly what Sue wanted to hear.

"Emily..." - Sue sighed, looking into the poet's eyes. "I don't see why you have to always be so fucking persistant." - Sue stopped for a second, putting her cold hands on Emily's warm cheeks. She thought for a second. She wouldn't remember right? She could do what she's always wanted? "Kiss me!" - the singer said sternly as she looked at the brunette.

"I..." - Emily thought about her next move for a second, but it was hard to think about anything when she was looking into Sue's beautiful eyes. Maybe the poet should give in to this. Maybe she should do what her heart desires. Her only concern was that she wouldn't remember it.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵. - Emily thought and closed her eyes for a moment. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?

"Tomorrow you're not going to remind me that you wanted me to kiss you, are you?" - Emily raised a brow. "But that shouldn't matter. Because this next kiss is going to stay in your heart forever. It will know. And that's all that matters to me." - in the next moment Emily leaned in and her lips met Sue's. They kept colliding for a few more times and then the poet made these short kisses last longer. The two girls stood like that, with lips attached, for a few minutes because Emily just wanted this moment to last forever. She didn't want to forget this, so she did to her best to feel everything out of Sue's lips and how they feel on her own. Then she inserted a tongue to deepen the kiss.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴... 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴! - Emily said to herself in her mind while the two girls's lips were still attached.