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"Oh I don't now, do I?" Emerson retorted with a smirk. "Then you don't need pants either." My cheeks heated up and I felt them turn red.
"Aren't they in your box upstairs?"
"Oh yeah." He said and turned around and walked upstairs, purposely letting his towel fall when he reached the beginning of the stairs.
I finished cooking when he came back downstairs in his stripped jeans, but no shirt. I smiled at him and put some eggs on his plate.
"I'm going to the studio later today." He said eating his breakfast. I nodded,
"Okay. I guess that means I'm picking up Kace?"
"I guess so. I was hoping we could have more.." He paused "fun while Kace was gone." I choked on some egg. Emerson laughed, I grinned.
"I mean we always can." I bit my lip.
tImE skIp
I was washing the dishes after awhile, as I was scrubbing as I felt hands wrap around my waste and head rest on my shoulder. I turned off the water and placed my hands on his, I felt him kiss my neck with soft, feather like kisses.
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Fanfiction"When I get back from tour I'm gonna-" I cut him off. "Fuck me so hard I can't stand?" I said. "Not like I haven't heard that one before" ➻ HIGHEST RANKINGS: ➻#13 ON PALAYEROYALE, #15 ON EMERSONBARRETT (18.1.30)
