Emma Stewart and Cillian Murphy cross paths that lead to a heated night, but out of fear of getting hurt, Emma decides to act as if nothing happened between them, ignoring the reciprocal but concealed feelings they both have for each other.
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*tiny smut warning (its not even smut its just making out but still)* /
EMMA
As soon as Emma felt Cillian's lips on hers, she knew there was no going back, even if she wanted to. It was all she needed in that moment, and the feeling of his tongue gliding against hers was pure ecstasy, unlike anything else she'd ever felt before.
Emma's hands tugged gently at the back of Cillian's hair, making him groan softly as his hand kept the back of her head in place, pushing her closer to him, if that was even possible. Emma felt like he had lit up everything inside her, and everything just felt so right.
Wanting to be even closer to him, Emma swiftly moved so she could sit on Cillian's lap, both her legs wrapped around him. Cillian immediately placed his hands on her hips, gently squeezing her bare skin where her dress had risen up slightly. "Emma..."
Emma put her forehead against Cillian's, their lips slightly separated, and looked into his eyes, both catching their breath and breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." She said as she ran her fingers through his hair, never breaking eye contact with him. Cillian only chuckled softly and connected their lips again, moving together in perfect synchronization, as if both their lived depended on it. They were moving with such urgency that neither of them had ever felt before.
After a few minutes, they felt the car stop, and Emma immediately widened her eyes and got off Cillian's lap and started fixing her hair, makeup, and her dress- her initial thought being that she didn't want Cillian's driver to see her in this state, knowing that her lips were probably all red and swollen and her hair was a mess.
Cillian laughed watching her fix herself, and ran a hand over his now-untamed hair as well.
Cillian opened the car door and got out, lightly jogging to the other side so he could open Emma's door. She finished putting his blazer back on to help with the cold, and grabbed Cillian's hand that was already held out for her.
"Goodnight Arthur," Cillian said to his driver as he lowered the window, "Thanks for everything, be sure to get a good night's sleep."
"Will do Mr. Murphy. Thank you." Arthur said, then rolled up his window and left Cillian's street. It was a neighborhood that looked very similar to Emma's, the only difference was the deep red bricks that adorned every townhouse in here, on the other hand, every townhouse in her neighborhood had white bricks.
Emma shuddered as a gush of wind hit their direction, making Cillian quickly put his hand on her waist in an attempt to warm her up and started leading her to the front entrance of his townhouse.
Emma could feel the tension between them still building, especially noticing how Cillian's grip on her waist was getting tighter with each step they took, and as soon as Cillian opened his front door, their lips connected again.
