One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 11: What are your desires?

"Maybe we could pretend we hate each other in front of other people, so we wouldn't be suspicious?" - Emily suggested with a raised eyebrow."Although, it would be hard for me to even pretend I hate you, since I feel quite the opposite." - the poet smirked, drawing circles on Sue's back with her nails.

Sue sighed gently, her hand running over Emily's arm, gently making its way to her elbow where she held onto the poet as she leaned in, kissing the brunette's neck. She bit it gently, leaving a few small marks. Sue pulled away from her neck and moved her lips to the poet's ear, kissing it and nibbling on it before whispering:

"Or I could get a fake boyfriend. Someone I couldn't care less about."

"That's a good idea. I hope I wouldn't be too jealous though." - Emily looked down with a soft smile on her face. She kept on caressing Sue and unintentionally sunk deep into thoughts. She couldn't help but be afraid that the singer could fall in love with that fake boyfriend in question. If that happens, how will Emily live with it? That thought almost wore her out, or maybe it was the amount of alcohol she drank. She felt sleepy. But she was trying to keep herself awake in sake of what the two girls were trying to do here. Emily planned to give Sue pleasure and she wasn't going to go to sleep before that happens.

Sue smiled gently seeing the tiredness in the poet's eyes, kissing her lips softly. "Don't worry, I only have eyes for one woman." - Sue pulled away from Emily and grabbed the blanket, covering them and sighed. "We don't work tomorrow, go to sleep, Em, I can tell you're tired." - she said in a whisper in Emily's ear. "We can continue tomorrow when you're not drunk." - she smirked.

"Sure." - not long after that, Emily's eyes automatically closed as she hugged Sue with one arm. Soon she fell asleep: the alcohol will do that to ya. During the night she tossed and turned in bed, something was bothering her, but she didn't quite know what it was. Was she just worried Sue wouldn't see things the same way in the morning? She wasn't sure, but that worry soon turned into an actual nightmare.

In her dream, the poet found herself in a poorly lit corridor. Sue was on the other side of it. The minute she noticed Emily, she giggled and started running. No matter what Emily did, she couldn't reach the singer. She kept on hearing Sue's voice in her head, calling her name, as the poet chased after her. At some point the corridor turned into an endless spiral and Emily started hearing clock ticking. Some weird dream that was...

Next thing the brunette knew, she and Sue had walked out of the corridor and had reached a cliff. Sue said something like "Goodbye" and jumped from it.

"Oh my God! SUE!" - Emily screamed and woke up. She was sweating hard and her heart was beating almost out of her chest. The poet looked around as she found out that all of this was just a dream. A very bizarre one indeed.

Sue woke up quickly from her sleep to Emily's screams.
"Em?!" - she said, her hand on the other's chest, feeling her heartbeat. "Are you okay?" - she asked, feeling how fast the poet's heart was beating.

Sue was worried, beyond worried. She had never felt so much worry for one person. She assumed it was a nightmare but still she couldn't shake the feeling that Emily needed her.

Sue moved slowly on top of the poet, straddling her hips. She leaned down and held Emily in her arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just..." - Emily stopped for a second, still taken aback by the nightmare, imagining it in her head. "I had a nightmare. A very weird one." - the poet caught herself staring at something far in the distance instead in her lover's eyes. And hers were still filled with fear. "I'm so glad it wasn't real." - Emily hugged Sue, making sure their bodies were as close to one another as possible.