the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-20-knock, knock, knock

Emily's POV

"I'm just going to get some more snacks, does anyone else want anything else?"
JJ asks as she reaches for the popcorn bowl and slowly peels herself out of the warm bedding.
"Mmmhmmmh." I hum in agreement, without describing what exactly I want.
I'm lying on the far left of the unfolded sofa and Y/N is snuggled up to my side while her head rests on my chest.
My fingers draw thoughtless patterns on her arm as I smile gratefully at JJ.
JJ rolls her eyes playfully, she already knows my decisiveness very well.
"Y/N? Do you have a wish?" JJ asks and looks at her.
Y/N briefly raises her head, turns to JJ and blinks at her tiredly without saying anything. Then she snuggles back into my embrace with a sigh and my heart melts.
I kiss her very gently on the head and can't believe that Y/N is now here with us, safe, in my arms.

JJ comments on this with a smile.
"You two aren't helpful. Cute, but not helpful." She scoffs and turns around.
"Then you'll have to live with my snack selection." She says, shrugging her shoulders and heading towards the kitchen.
"Maybe you can manage to pick out the next film." She calls from the kitchen while we hear her clattering dishes.

Y/N folds her hands on my chest and rests her chin on them to look at me.

I could look into her pretty eyes for hours.

With a blissful smile, I brush a strand of hair from her face and ask quietly:
"A Wish, sweetheart?"

Y/N looks at me for a moment, then she lowers her gaze almost ashamed and presses her lips together as if she doesn't dare to say anything.
"Use your words, Angel. It's okay." I assure her and see that my words make her blush.

She's so cute.

Her breathing is a little shallower now and she seems nervous as she answers very quietly without looking at me.
"Can we watch Miss Congeniality?"

I giggle and wrap my hands tighter around her while she buries her face in my chest.

"Of course, sweetie. You really like Sandra Bullock, is that right?" I tease her lovingly as I gently stroke her back so as not to hurt her.
Y/N just nods without looking up.

She seems tense, I can clearly feel that she has stiffened up a bit.
"Sorry if that's stupid." She mumbles, her head still pressed against my chest.

"Hey, look at me, Sweetie." I say, a little worried, and gently tap her head.
When Y/N raises her head, I cup her face with my hands so that she meets my gaze.

"Why would that be stupid?" I ask her, genuinely interested.
Y/N takes a deep breath and chews uncertainly on her lip as she searches for the right words.
"Well, that I think Sandra is pretty... I know that's not appropriate. And it's not like... that... I... Katy always said..." She tries to avoid my gaze and her breathing is more hectic now as she tries to explain what's going on.
I can almost see something like fear in her eyes.

As if she expected me to get angry.

I lean forward and put my lips on hers to silence her.
She returns the kiss, surprised and hesitant, then she relaxes under my touch.
My heart is pounding in my throat and butterflies dance through my body as we kiss gently.

I slowly pull away from her again and gently stroke her cheeks with my thumbs.

"Better, Angel?" I ask her with a smile and Y/N nods slowly.

She looks at me and I can see in her eyes that she doesn't understand what happened here.

She was expecting something different.

What could have happened that she doesn't even dare to have a favorite actress anymore?

Poor Y/N.