i wanna be yours | clara x emily

five

hello hellooooooooo! i hope everyone is doing amazing. i'm currently trying to remain calm in the storm of my life. writing, studying, and working can really tire someone out. but you all know i make it work every time😅🫶🏼

also not proofread entirely. i haven't had time✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: trauma talk, mentions of death, scars
word count: 3170

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Emily: "She said nothing with her voice and everything with her caring touch." Dave Cenker.

Clara smiled as she walked over to the entrance of her shop. She quickly unlocked it for Emily and opened the door for her.

"I think this is the most comfortable I've seen you ever," Clara said and chuckled. Emily walked in wearing a cream colored hoodie and black jeans. "Did you just wake up?"

"I've been asleep for the past eight hours. This past case was bad. Thank you for understanding and rescheduling this for when I got back," Emily said and ran her hand down the side of her face. The temperature was different in here than the cool crisp air of early October outside. The two made their way into the kitchen. Emily immediately started to fan herself. "It's practically boiling in here. I don't know how you do it."

"The same way I don't know how you can go around running through the woods in heel boots," Clara said jokingly and made her way around the counter. She watched as Emily grabbed the edge of her hoodie and pulled it over her head. Her red tank top underneath also came up in the process. Clara tried to avert her eyes, but she noticed a large scar running down Emily's torso. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at Emily.

How did this happen to her?

God, she was beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous even, but Clara couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart at the sight of the scar. It looked like it was meant for Emily to have. It sat in the middle of Emily's perfect abdomen. The faint ab lines made Clara weak just thinking about them.

Emily pulled down her shirt which snapped Clara out of this admiration state. The brunette woman stood up straight and placed her hands flat on the counter. "So, what would you like for breakfast? And can I trust you with making the coffee?"

"I think I know my way around a coffee maker, Seger," Emily said sarcastically and walked over to Clara. The brunette woman smiled widely as she bit her lip. "That's not a good sign."

"You're using a French Press. The automatic coffee maker is for cheaters," Clara said and gestured her head towards the stove. Emily furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at the unusual kitchen appliance.

"I've never used one of these things before," Emily said as she grabbed it and examined it. She could practically feel the judgement coming from Clara's eyes. "What?"

"Didn't you use to travel around the world? Please don't tell me you had shit coffee the entire time," Clara said and crossed her arms.

"I have a habit of getting expensive things but coffee is the exception. The cashier at the gas station by my old apartment knew me pretty well. I felt only slightly judged whenever he rang me up," Emily said and shrugged her shoulders. "As long as it's caffeine, I can't really complain. I just need it to wake up and get my gears turning."

"My heart hurts just thinking about it," Clara said and shook her head. "Here let me help you."

Clara was a good teacher to Emily. She showed her how exactly to fill the French Press to get the perfect amount for both of them. Emily's listening abilities were only slightly compromised by looking at Clara's hands.