Emily Blunt *one shots*

Better With You

You were in your office at home replying to emails from work, when Emily got back from a long day of press. You heard her open the door to the apartment, throwing her keys on the counter and slamming the door.

You jumped out of your chair, immediately concerned for your wife.

As you slowly walk into the kitchen you say, "Em, sweetie? Is everything alright?"

You didn't get a response, but you watched as she ran up the stairs.

You followed and went to open the door to your bedroom, but it was locked.

"Emily seriously, talk to me. Did something happen at work today?"

You heard the door unlock, so you entered to find her pacing around the room with puffy eyes. She had obviously been crying.

You gently set your hand on her shoulder in an attempt to make her stop pacing, but she yanked away from you sending you a glare.

"Don't touch me." she said with a shaky voice.

Your heart broke a little. Emily always wanted to be close to you when she was upset, so this meant whatever happened at the press tour today was pushing her boundaries.

"Honey, we don't have to talk about it, but you don't seem okay."

She sighs and says, "I can tell you what happened."

She sits on the edge of the bed and you sit next to her, still trying to give her some space.

"Some interviewer was asking way too many personal questions, which happens a lot but this guy would not stop. I mean Ryan had to practically yell at him to stop because he was basically harassing me." she said this through tears, trying to hold them back but they kept flowing down her face.

You reached for a Kleenex from the nightstand and handed her a few.

"Thank you." she mumbled as she wiped her nose.

"Emily, that's horrible I'm so sorry you had to deal with that today."

Her demeanor changed to more relaxed and she moved closer to you on the bed, resting her head in your lap.

"It's okay, I'm here now." You said as you ran your fingers through her hair, gently scratching her head.

She placed little kisses on your thigh as you continued to play with her blonde hair.

She eventually lifted her head up and looked into your eyes.

"Can we make dinner together? I'm starving."

She said, her mood completely changing, making you laugh.

"Sure, Em." You replied, placing a kiss on her slightly red nose.

She hopped off the bed dragging you with her downstairs.

When you made it into the kitchen, Emily grabbed her phone and started to play "Oh Pretty Woman" by Roy Orbison.

A grin appeared on Emily's face as she swayed her hips and shoulders to the beat. You opened the fridge pulling out ingredients to make dinner and set them on the counter.

She came up behind you, grabbing your hips to sway with hers to the music. You leaned your head back onto her shoulder. She started to gently kiss your neck. You sighed, leaning back further.

With Emily's hands still on your hips, she turned you around, and in one swift motion picked you up onto the counter. She ran her hands along your sides as she kissed you.

The kiss started to escalate as your tongue slipped into Emily's mouth, causing her to run her hands up the back of your shirt.

You pulled back from the kiss saying, "Weren't you the one that wanted to make dinner?"

You were both breathing heavily, still holding each other close. She replied, rolling
her eyes, "Yeah I did, I just missed you today."

"God, you're so adorable." You say, hopping off the counter and placing a kiss on her cheek.

You continued to dance around as you made the dinner, just enjoying the rest of the night together.