Hailee Steinfeld Imagines - [Fem Reader]

All I need is you, - Emily Dickinson

It was late at night. I walked over to Emily's room and opened the door. I saw her sitting in a chair at her desk, staring off into space. I stood there for a moment, waiting patiently. I felt almost invisible, standing in the room. I slowly sat down on the edge of her bed, watching her as she stared at the nothingness that stood in her room.

"Emily?" I said. "Emily, can you hear me?" I asked, hoping she'd finally pay attention to me. She slowly turned her head in my direction, staring into my eyes as she did so. She looked back down at the blank piece of paper, didn't say a word, and scribbled words down on the paper frantically with her pencil.

I watched as she slowly came to a pause. She placed her pencil down and sighed. "It seems that you've caught me at a bad time." Emily turned towards me. "I knew you were here, I could feel you. I just had to get something out of my head."

I smiled softly at her and we sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other. "Can I read it?" I asked, pointing to the poem she just wrote. She nodded her head and got up, handing me the paper. I looked down at the page as she sat sext to me.

"The heart asks for pleasure first, and then excuse from pain; and then, those little anodynes that deaden suffering; and then to go to sleep; and then if it should be the will of its inquisitor, the liberty to die." I sat with the poem for a moment, looking at Emily. A smile crept across my face as I handed the poem back.

"It was beautiful, Emily. I've never read such thing!" I placed my hands in hers, holding them gently. "You're writing touches places in me, I didn't even know could be touched. "It's like the words grab me by the throat and pull me in, allowing me to sink myself into the page and feel every single thought of yours."

Emily tenderly ran her fingertips across my hand as she looked into my eyes, her eyes deep and contemplative. "I see my words when I look in your eyes. It's like an endless sea of poems. My poems, the ones I've written for you." We inched closer to each other, noses almost touching.

I rested my forehead against hers, wrapping my arms around her. "You are everything I need in this life." I sighed contentedly. "All I need is you, Emily Dickinson." I added, with a small smile. Emily leaned in towards me, giving me a small, but heartfelt kiss. I felt my heart melt as her lips touched mine, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning.

Her lips parted and she smiled at me, her eyes glistening with happiness. This smile was only for me, and it made my heart race. "There's no man on this earth, who will make me feel the things that you make me feel, Aiden." Her eyes searched mine for a moment, before she leaned in and kissed me. I felt my heart race as her lips touched mine once again.

My mouth flew open, gasping for breath as her sweet lips met mine. I was lost in her kiss. Our eyes locked, my chest heaved. Her smell intoxicated me as she slowly leaned in, tilting her head to the side. Her lips pressed against my neck as her warm breath fanned my skin. I could feel her body heat through her clothes and her lips were soft and sweet against my skin.

"You taste like heaven." Emily whispered softly in my ear as she nuzzled her face into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, feeling her body relax into mine. I gently ran my hand up, and down her back, smiling down at her. I watched as she slowly closed her eyes. I blew out the candle next to the bed and held her while she slept.

"Good night Emily." I whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead. I closed my eyes, holding her close to me.

"Good night" Emily whispered softly.

A/N: Sorry this one is a bit short, I might make a part 2 depending on how it does. :) Don't forget to tell me how you like these so far. If you want of course! Requests are open as well :)