IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ Warm ocean breeze - Emily x Reader

You laid on Emily's lap, the dress she wore was warm from the sun that shined on it all day. She and you laid relaxing underneath a beach umbrella on a soft towel.

Emily wasn't the type to go frolicking in the ocean with the others, so she instead stayed here and read to herself. You swam just a bit earlier before deciding to come and rest by the woman. You had laid flat on your stomach, but at the sight of yourself, Emily offered her lap for a pillow. You immediately scooched over, no questions asked and laid your head onto the woman's thighs. She was warm.

It wasn't the sun, it wasn't summer, it was Emily. She was always warm no matter what, always comfy no matter the season or where she lingered. You laid your arms along her sides for comfort, listening to the ocean waves reaching the shore and your peers playing with each other. You had never felt so relaxed before, so sleepy. You heard Emily close her book, setting it down beside her before her hands moved down to your hair, traveling her fingers through them.

She didn't ask, she didn't have too, for whatever reason your actions felt natural, natural to lay on her lap, natural to let her fingers run through your damp hair. Damp.. Your eyes popped open and you lifted yourself up slowly. She took her hands to herself and leaned back with them as her support. "I'm sorry," She said softly thinking she was the reason you backed away and you shook your head. "No, I got your dress wet." You looked at her lap where the dress was soaked from yourself and she looked down as well.

"It's okay (Y/n), it's a beach dress, it can get wet."

That was true, but how could you tell her you liked how she looked when it was dry soft and flowing in the ocean breeze. "Do you want to walk?" You asked, and she seemed taken aback for a moment before humming. You both stood up and walked to the water before walking along the shore. You went in the opposite direction of your peers, their laughter and yells getting quieter by the second.

You didn't mean to brag, but you knew the Doctor very well. You knew she would rather walk into a place with just herself, you along her side. Emily liked the quiet, calm atmosphere, and she didn't get enough of it in a stuffy manor. So this opportunity was more than what she could ask for.

Her eyes were closed softly, using the sound of the ocean and your presence to keep her on a straight path. The sun was blocked by her hat, and her damp dress was drying out. "You're so pretty Emily." You said, you couldn't help but say it, you loved the way she looked, no matter what she wore.

She was beautiful, she had her curves and whatnot, her face was mature but she still had rounded cheeks and plump lips, and her eyelashes were heavy. It seemed she had done everything right in a sense to look show stopping. You knew there were people who would prefer some other women, maybe even some of your peers, but to you, Emily was perfect. She never wore makeup, she was just so healthy that her face never got any blemishes. Honestly, you wish you had the same diet, but you were a sucker for sweets.

That too, she had the will power to do what was best for herself, fighting temptations, at least 90% of the time. But right now, to her, you were a temptation. Her eyes widened at your sudden compliment, glancing your face before she looked straight ahead in a flash. "Thank you, (Y/n)."

Emily was doing everything right in her mind, she was a responsible mature woman, she took care of all these adults for crying out loud, cooked and cleaned for them. But you, she feared you would mess something up in her life. As much as a perfectionist she tried to be, she would slip here and there. She knew if she let her feelings for you take over, she would definitely fall behind... falling behind in a sense of putting you first.

Emily had never loved anyone before, or at least never ran into anyone she was fond of. She was picky, but you seemed to set off everything she would like in a person and that scared her.

"Is that all?" You asked, and she looked further away from you. "You're looking nice too (Y/n)." She said swiftly, pursing her lips afterwards. You smiled at that, your stomach fluttering at her voice.

The woman was afraid to fall in love, she seen more so of the bad things it could do, and she did not want to ruin your twos relationship. She didn't even know how to be in one! She grew up in poverty and because of that had to do things someone on the outside would call evil, she never had time to think about how she would find a lover let alone care or interact with them, she never had that leisure, that time to fantasize, and her line of work lessened her longing for love even further.

But you...

She turned her head to you. You were walking with her, that was already so much to her. She didn't think she was a likable person, one, she was nagging everyone in the manor at all times, but for the benefit of the doubt to keep it clean. Two, even if someone did like her she would feel obligated to tell that special person everything about her and who she used to be which might turn that person around faster than she could even finish saying her real name.

She was her. And to you, that was amazing, but to her, it was awful. She didn't like herself, but you did, she couldn't fathom it, but she enjoyed the feeling.

She stopped walking, and you did too, looking at her. "D- ... do you like me (Y/n)?" She asked, lowering her eyes to the sand. You turned to face her slowly. How could she not know, everyone in the manor practically knew. "I like you, Emily." You confirmed softly,

Her hands clutched her white dress, and the water gently caressed both your feet. Her hat covered her face but she looked up slowly, her dusty eyes squished together with pale red cheeks. "I'll tell you one day. Everything about me. Until then, I'll enjoy your love." She said quietly with a smile, the warm breeze blowing her red hair past her face. "Emily.. I don't think anything could make me stop loving you." She looked at you with slanted brows, touched but also confused, so you tried to explain best you could, your feelings without it being a cliche 'I love you'."

"You're the warmth the sun gives off, and you make me feel like everyday is Christmas, I can't wait to wake up and bump into you, I could listen to your voice for hours and,"

"(Y/n)." She interrupted softly, stepping towards you and raising her hands to your cheeks. The sun hat now even shaded your face she was so close. "I love you too." She spoke sweetly, her voice not too high but smooth and rich. She pulled you in to hug her, and she leaned her head on yours. You rose your hands nervously, to wrap around her slim waist, before you let yourself tightly hold her. Her skin was soft, you closed your eyes as your cheek laid on her collar bone.

You could fall asleep standing there with her, with Emily, the warm ocean breeze.