Emily Blunt *one shots*

Brunette

It was a Tuesday night and you had just finished a meeting with your publicist. You stopped at Trader Joe's to get some groceries for dinner when your phone started ringing. It was your wife.

"Hey, Em." you say with a smile as you answer the phone, putting it to your ear as you continue to push the cart.

"Hi sweetheart, I was just wondering what time you were coming home." she said excitedly.

"Well, I'm at the store right now getting some food for dinner, but I'll be home right after."

She sighs over the phone.

"What is it?" you ask with a giggle at her dramatic response.

"I have a surprise for you..."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" you question in a playful tone as you put food into the cart.

"Guess you'll have to wait till you get home and see. I'll let you go."

"Okay...bye." you say as you hang up.

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When you arrive back at the apartment you don't see Emily, so you start unpacking the groceries.

As you finish up putting away the last bag of groceries, you hear footstep at the top of the stairs.

"Emily?" you call out.

No response.

You walk out of the kitchen to see Emily walking down the stairs. Your jaw drops as you notice her hair is now brown and straight, with layers to frame her face.

It was almost like she was moving in slow motion as you gazed at her.

"Oh my God, Oh my God?" you repeat, completely caught off guard by her new hair.

"You like it?" she says with a giggle as she flips her hair, revealing her silver hoop earrings.

"Like it? I love it!"

You touch her hair as you continue to admire her beauty.

"I got it dyed brown for my new film." she says with a wide smile.

"Well you look beautiful."

You kissed her cheek.

"I know you bought food to make for dinner, but....I got us a reservation at that rooftop restaurant that we really like." she says with a smile.

"You're the best! Let me go get ready, what time did you make the reservation?"

"It's in an hour, so we have time."

"Okay perfect."

You peck her lips and then head upstairs to get ready.

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You were finishing applying your lip gloss to complete your look when Emily entered the bathroom.

"You like the outfit?" she said, spinning around and looking over her shoulder at your shocked expression.

She wore a tight white dress with a halter neckline and small cutouts on the sides. But what really completed the look was the silver earrings paired with a long sparkling necklace that hung low down her chest.

"Wow, Emily. You look stunning."

"Thanks love. You look very beautiful, as always."

You blush and walk over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead with your hand lingering on her waist, your thumb brushing over her exposed skin where the dress cut out.

"Why don't we head out before you get too carried away." she whispers, looking deep into your eyes.

You sigh, and let go. But as soon as you turn to walk away, Emily grabs you by the wrist pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"Okay, now we can go." she says against your lips.

"You're the worst." you say with laugh, leaning your head back.

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Dinner was amazing. No paparazzi had spotted you, so the evening was quite peaceful and romantic.

You gazed at your beautiful wife. She glowed in the ambient lighting of the rooftop restaurant, her hair making her eyes sparkle even more.

"What you staring at love?" she asks softly, resting her chin on hands.

"God, I really love that hair color on you." you admit with a breathy laugh as you shake your head.

"And that dress is just perfect on you."

"Alright, I regret asking." she laughs, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Why don't we get going?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

As you exit the restaurant Emily is on the phone with your driver. The phone conversation doesn't seem to be going to well.

"Is everything alright, Emily?"

She pulls the phone away from her ear, "He's stuck in traffic on the other side of Manhattan."

"We can wait, it's okay."

She ends the conversation and leans her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around her waist. The sweet moment is interrupted by the flash of paparazzi.

"Oh shit." you mumble as Emily lifts her head from your shoulder.

The cameras flash and get closer to you two and shout yells of, "Y/n! Emily! What are you two doing out tonight?"

Emily grabs your hand and guide you back into the restaurant. The staff notices your anxious demeanor and they usher you into a private room in the back.

"You guys feel free to stay back here until it's safe."

"Thank you so much, it means a lot." Emily says with a smile, making the hostess blush.

You face Emily as the door closes, leaving you in the nice back room of the restaurant. You walk towards Emily, brushing the back of your hand along her cheek.

"You know our driver said he'd be here in 30 minutes..... that's a long time." Emily says suggestively.

You run your hand along her hip and down her thigh.

"Oh come on, don't be a tease darling." she says with a sigh, leaning her forehead against yours.

You kiss the corner of her mouth, "But it's so fun..."

She kisses your lips, pushing you against the wall. You hum against her lips, slipping your tongue into her mouth.

You start to run your hand under the edge of her dress on her thigh.

"Eager now, aren't we?" she says with a laugh, kissing your lips harder.

"Oh I can go slower.." you whisper against her neck, nipping it slightly, causing her to moan in your ear.

She wraps her leg around your waist forcing her dress up further as you pull her hips towards you. She rolls her hips against yours as she tangles her hand in your hair.

Just as you start to move your hand to her inner thigh Emily's phone rings, but she doesn't pull off of you.

"Em, that's probably our driver." you say, looking into her eyes.

"Oh I don't care, I want you so bad."

She kisses you with passion.

"Baby, we can finish this at home. You do realize we're in the back room of a restaurant?"

She sighs, annoyed by your question. She pulls away from you, adjusting her dress and answering the phone.

As she tells him that you'll be out in a second, you fix your messed up hair and smudged lip gloss.

"Come on." Emily says eagerly, grabbing your wrist tightly as she pulls you towards the front.