"In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground."
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You wake up, the sun peeking through the white curtains and turning Emily's skin golden and highlighting the greens and purples of the bruise forming underneath her eyes and across her nose.
You reach out and brush a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. She stirs slightly at your touch, humming in her sleep. You look down to see the covers pulled tightly around her, covering her bare chest.
Memories flow back of last night. One kiss turning into more.
The two of you separated in your sleep, taking your own sides of the bed, but now that you're apart, you're craving Emily's touch.
You shift closer to her, and sensing the warmth of your body, Emily subconsciously rolls until her back is up against you. You prop yourself up on your side with on elbow and trace the length of her arm with your finger. Then, you slide your hand under the covers, wrapping your arm around Emily's stomach and pulling her closer to you. As you kiss the back of her head, she rolls on her back to face the ceiling and her eyes flutter open.
You pull your arm back from her waist and smirk down at the woman you've only ever dreamed of waking up next to, but she doesn't give you the same look.
She makes eye contact with you, and her blue eyes flash over with panic. She quickly pushes up from under the covers and sits on the edge of the bed, quickly slipping back into the clothes that you threw on the floor the night before.
"What's wrong?" You ask her, the smile washing off of your face.
She shakes her head, sliding into her jeans and throwing on your t-shirt, remembering that hers was abandoned in the bathroom after being soaked through with her own blood.
"Emily?" You sit up, keeping the sheet held above your chest.
"We shouldn't have done that, Y/N," Emily exhales out of her nose sharply.
"What are you talking about?" You stand up, getting dressed for work.
"It was clearly a rough night," Emily sits down on the end of your bed and slides her socks back on. "We were both in shock. We weren't thinking straight."
You scoff, "Emily, you're the one who kissed me."
"Yeah, and I shouldn't have."
"So, what? Last night didn't mean anything to you?"
"Nope," Emily replies plainly.
"Let me get this straight, you hooked up with me because it was your first night without the usual roller coaster ride Nolan takes you on, right? Is that all it was? A substitute until Daddy makes it up to you?"
On her way towards the door, Emily freezes in her tracks.
You freeze too, realizing the weight of your words.
"You don't know me at all, Y/N," Emily looks down at her feet.
"I know you think last night was some fluke, don't you?"
Emily spins around and strides towards you, the space between her face and yours immeasurable. "No," she breathes the word, barely a whisper, "Just a mistake."
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"I thought we had no chance."
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Delicate - Emily Blunt x Reader
Любовные романы"Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine." You are the personal makeup artist for the one and only Emily Blunt. Being around the set of her new movie, you begin to see that Emily's life is not the Hollywood dream that everyone th...
