Third person's pov
“You said you're a bitch to everyone except me. That didn't sound like a bitch at all.”
“Friends are an exception. I don't expect you to be like an asshole to your friends.” Emma says.
“Well, I don't have friends so I am an asshole to everyone except you.”
“How can someone not have any friends! Not even one?” Emma asks with disbelief.
Ian shakes his head, “Don't divert the topic. I don't like someone talking to you like that.” Ian says softly, no anger.
“Like what?”
“Sweetly.”
“You want everyone to treat me like a shit then?” Emma asks.
“I'll kill them.” Ian growls and Emma chuckles not knowing the fact that Ian really won't hesitate to kill anyone who treats her badly.
“That's-” Emma's words were cut off by Ian's lips. He pressed his lips softly against Emma's. And she finds herself melting in the kiss.
Something about Ian's kisses is always more special than anyone's. It has a mixture of love, passion, desperation and longing in it. As if Ian was drunk in Emma's kisses and she felt it. Ian always feels himself in bliss whenever their lips meet, teeth clash and tongue collide.
Ian licks her bottom lips asking for permission which Emma gladly offers. A jolt of pleasure runs in both of their veins when their tongues collide. Ian sucks Emma's tongue passionately. The room gets filled with their lewd kissing sounds. After some moments, Ian presses soft kisses trailing from her jaw to neck. He nips over the soft skin and Emma tilts her head to give more access. Ian hooks his hands under her thighs and picks her up.
Emma wraps his legs around Ian's torso and hands around his neck, their lips meet again in a heated kiss. Ian gently lays Emma on the bed and hovers above her. He sucks on her junction where her neck and shoulders meet. Emma gasps softly when she feels Ian's cold hands sneaking inside her shirt. She taps on Ian's chest but he's too involved in marking Emma's neck that he didn't stop. He proceeded on kissing her delicate collarbones when Emma gently pushed Ian back. He looked up with a hooded gaze with a frown.
“I'm not ready.” Emma whispers. Ian looks at her with a frown but is instantly replaced with a soft smile. He leans in again and presses a soft kiss on her forehead, lips lingering there for a while.
“It's okay. We've all the time in the world. You don't have to feel pressured at all.” Ian utters and lays beside her, pulls her on his arms and Emma wraps her hand on Ian's torso, sighing.
“I was scared that what if you'll be upset with me.” Emma says softly.
“I didn't marry you just for sex, love. If that's what I wished for, I would've just taken you before. I'll never go for marriage.” Ian says with a chuckle.
“Thank you for understanding. I'll be ready soon.” Emma says.
“No pressure. Take your time, love. Now sleep, you are tired. Good night.” Ian says taking the remote. He pressed a button and all the lamps went off.
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The night was at the darkest time when there's silence everywhere, a little later than midnight. Ian opens his eyes blinking multiple times to get the sleep off. He looks to his side and Emma's sleeping peacefully without any worry in the world. That's what he wishes for her to not have any worry in the world ever. He pecks her forehead softly, careful not to wake her up and gets up. He walks out of the room but halts when he hears a scream.
He walks back to the room but there's no room anymore instead there's a darkness everywhere that no walls are visible as in where's the room ending exactly. He turns back to get out but the door from where he entered also gets engulfed in darkness. He could not see anything except himself as if the spotlight was on him. Another spotlight appears and there's Emma standing, with a sad smile. Not in her usual cheerful self.
Her eyes were red as if she cried for hours, the natural blushed face now looks pale. Her beautiful dark brown hair tied into a loose braid. Her soft pink lips look chapped. She has a suitcase in her hand and she's waving at him, smiling sadly.
“You were never the one I thought I loved, goodbye Ian.”
“Love?” Ian says moving closer but Emma's figure starts engulfing in darkness as if she's being pulled in a black hole.
“Love, No!”
“No, please stay!”
“NO!”
“EMMA!”
Ian sits up from his head with a jerk, his forehead damped with sweat. He cups his own face panting for breath.
“Ian, you woke up finally.” Emma says, worry laced in her tone. She pours a glass of water from the jug, placed on the bedside table and offers it to Ian.
He gulps down chugs of water as if he was thirsty all his life.
“Are-are you okay?” Emma asks.
“No.”
“Huh?”
“I was never okay from the moment I was born. It feels like I am indeed a cursed child like they say.” Ian utters, vulnerably.
Emma frowns.
Cursed child?
She has never seen Ian this vulnerable nor she expected him to be. But Ian's this side took him off guard.
“Cursed child?” Ian widens his eyes, realising what he just said to Emma.
“I-I don't want to talk about this.”
Emma sighs and straddles Ian, he widens his eyes when Emma pulls him in a hug and patted soothingly on his back. Ian pressed Emma closer by pulling her by her waist.
“You'll not leave me, right?” Ian mumbles many more incoherent words and Emma utters sweet nothings to her husband.
They cuddled together to sleep again, this time Emma ruffled Ian's raven locks softly, lulling him to sleep.
*****
It was hard for me to write a nightmare scene as if I was imagining myself in Ian's place.
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