Warnings: cursing, smut (!!)
September 2025 - Emily's POV
"Em, god. Yes! More, please!!" Y/n moaned out. My teeth sank into her shoulder, the strap rubbing my clit just right. I was so, so close. She was exquisite and she felt amazing. She was being such a good girl, taking it so well. Her nails raked down my back, maybe drawing blood but definitely drawing a moan from my mouth. I had previously thought her whimpers from kissing her were the sexiest sounds she could make. But to hear her like this, completely uninhibited? Pure ecstasy.
I caressed her face, swiping the bangs away from her damp forehead, then trailing my hand to her mouth. I snuck my finger into her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head when my Angel sucked on it, getting it nice and wet. I circled her clit, hoping it would send her over the edge.
"That's it, Angel. I know you're close. Cum for me, please baby. You're being so good; you look so beautiful right now." And god did she. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair fanned out underneath her, and her eyes were hooded, dark with lust.
As I pounded her into the mattress, the headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall. I chased my orgasm, but the pounding soon drowned everything out and it was all I could focus on. Thump. Thump thump THUMP. I woke with a gasp. Fuck, just a dream - realistic, too. The best damn dream I had ever had. I was grumpy it was interrupted.
I groaned, my head falling into my hands. The irritating pounding didn't let up, so I pushed out of bed and opened the door. I blinked rapidly, my eyes adjusting to the sudden bright light. "Y/n?"
She didn't wait for me to wake up, and I didn't have time to be annoyed that she stopped dream-me from cumming. She immediately started yelling at me. "Where have you BEEN? I need you. I can't do this without you! Please," she begged, "PLEASE." Tears slipped down her face, making her eyes seem impossibly childlike. My heart broke at the sight. "Who cares about everything else?" she continued, "We can figure anything out, face anything. But I need you, Emily. I can't do this without you."
I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Where had this come from? She had been ignoring me for two months and now she wanted to hash this out? My brain, half asleep and fully horny, was struggling to catch up to why she was so upset. "Do what?" I stalled.
"This - everything! Life. I can't handle this job without you." My heart constricted; my stomach turned. "I know we can do this, Em. But please, just...Please, say something..." God, I couldn't handle it when she called me Em. Especially when she said it in that broken whisper.
"Y/n/n...we can't." I clung desperately to every wall I put up in the last few months. "It isn't safe for you. If I get distracted and something happens to you...I couldn't live with myself if that happened." Each tear that fell down her face weakened my resolve. I couldn't stand it when she cried. But god was she beautiful. Her huge, doe eyes mesmerized me, especially when magnified by tears.
I silently begged her to keep trying. She was so close to knocking that last wall down. It crumbled further with each plea falling from her lips. The last two months had been hell without her. I wasn't sleeping well, and when I did end up falling asleep, I was plagued with nightmares. Usually, they featured her being shot or injured and blaming me for not keeping her safe. Because it was my fault. It was always my fault. I would get too distracted watching her and not around her that I wouldn't see the perpetrator until it was too late.
And I could tell it wasn't just me struggling. Right before my eyes I watched her morph into a zombie. Dark rings circled her eyes. Her dresses started to hang a bit more limply around her. And most concerning, I no longer heard her music in the middle of the night. Her spirit and charisma - the very thing that drew me to her - was simply gone. I had extinguished it. I did that.
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