i wanna be yours | clara x emily

seven

hello everyone! i hope everyone is having a good friday morning. i've been having a lot of anxiety lately so i haven't been able to do anything productive😅

also not proofread since i haven't had time✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: NSFW, smut, 18+, oral sex, fingering, swearing. heavy mentions of alcohol
word count: 3588

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Luke: "Curiosity is the lust of the mind." Thomas Hobbes.

Clara finished up cleaning the last part of the counter when she heard her phone buzz. She leaned over and saw a text from Emily. She smiled softly as she threw the rag into the sink.

The brunette woman walked out of the kitchen and unlocked the doors to the shop. Emily walked in shivering from the coldness outside. "It's freezing out there."

"You're wearing a skirt, are you crazy? You need coffee to warm you up," Clara said and ran her hand down Emily's shoulder. "I didn't think you'd be here. You finished that case quick."

"My team and I are just that good," Emily said pridefully as her teeth clattered rapidly. She followed after Clara as they walked into the kitchen. Emily saw it spotless. She hated the idea of Clara making a mess again just for her. "I think I came in at a bad time. You just got finished cleaning."

"We're not spending our time down here. Even I need a break from these four walls for a bit," Clara said and opened the door in the back. She tilted her head and smiled softly. "Come on. I can show you where I spend another chunk of my time."

Emily followed Clara up the stairs until they made it to the second floor. Immediately Emily was welcomed into a living room space. A medium size kitchen was off to the right of the staircase. The warmth in this room soothed Emily.

"Coffee?" Clara asked as she made her way over towards the kitchen. In it there were black cabinets and white marble countertops. Clara's kitchen wasn't cluttered, only the necessities were out. She had a small display of various kitchen appliances, ranging from a coffee maker to a food processor.

Emily's eyes shifted over to the living room. The two medium-gray couches had several throw pillows and blankets on them. There was a small glass coffee table with a fake plant right in the middle. Emily couldn't help but wander off towards Clara's bookshelf and entertainment area. She saw pictures of Clara with people she didn't recognize. There was one picture of her and Lisa that Emily remembers seeing in Clara's dorm back during college.

She couldn't help the smile on her face as she noticed pictures of Clara as a child. Emily also admired the several miscellaneous items that were placed on the shelf. She couldn't wait to hear the significance of each thing.

"Are you trying to profile me?" Clara asked as she watched Emily. The raven-haired woman smiled as she looked over at her.

"No, I just wanted to see your display," Emily said and took off her coat. She hung it on one of the chairs by the island counter. "A person's bookshelf can tell a lot about them."

"So, profiling," Clara said and placed her hands on her hips. Emily chuckled as she thought about it. She nodded her head slightly. "Well if you're going to profile my apartment, I need a drink before you read me."

"I'll take some as well," Emily said and walked over to Clara. The brunette woman nodded her head as she watched Emily walk pass her. Although Emily was crazy for wearing a skirt in colder weather, Clara couldn't help but thank the universe she did. Emily looked amazing.

The brunette woman managed to make herself and Emily a quick easy dinner. Along the way, the duo shared two bottles of wine. Needless to say, they were at that point in the night where everything was funny to them. Emily even found herself sitting on the kitchen counter.