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I watched as fans came and went until they went on stage. Emerson brought me back stage and I watched him as he set up his drums. Damn he was sexy.
After he finished warming up a little he came behind the stage and smiled at me. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I giggled, he smiled so broadly at me. He kissed me softly, his lips fitting perfectly with mine. His hands on my waist. He kissed down my neck a little, then he lifted up. I looked at him.
"I-I have to go play." He pointed at the drums. I pushed him out on the stage and he sat down by his drums and the show started.
I watched as they played. Mainly only focused on Emerson and how incredibly amazing he was. If Emerson was a drug, I definitely was addicted. Maybe I'm taking the song by sleeping with sirens too literally by calling him my heroin? But damn it was true.
After the show, he walked off stage and walked towards me. He grabbed me by the wrist and took me over to the merch stands again, they took more pictures.
After the pictures Emerson and I were talking, he wanted some privacy. He just wanted to talk to me so we were in a dressing room.
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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)
