This story takes place directly after the events of Lady Midnight, in an alternate universe where Emma decided to tell Julian about the Parabatai Curse right away. So, if you haven't read Lady Midnight yet, I suggest you leave.
Jem's words still ringing in her ears, Emma rushed back to the institute. To Jule-er-Julian. She had to tell him, because then, even if they loved each other even more, he'd understand if she kept her distance for a while. She needed him to know.
"Julian," Emma said, walking into his art studio, and memories came flashing back. His strong, careful hands pushing her up against the wall, him setting her down on the table, roaming her body with his hands, and his lips pressing against hers. The longing for him almost made her strip down right there, but her newly found knowledge kept her clothes securely on her body.
"Yeah?" He looked up from the piece he was currently working on: a painting of Emma holding Cortana up in the sunset. It was beautiful. Her heart took a dive. He loved her so much, and the weight she bore would only turn that joy and happiness into depression and despair. At first, Julian looked happy to see her, but then he saw the broken look on her face.
"I-uh-need to tell you something. It's- it's about us." She stuttered, looking at her feet as she spoke. Julian was getting worried, because Emma was normally so confident with her words, even in the face of death. "Jem told me why two parabatai falling in love is outlawed. It's because- um- because their bond would be much more powerful than most, and it only ends up-" She broke off with a sob. Her golden-brown eyes looked up at Julian, and he stood up to wrap his arms around her shaking body. She could feel the unasked question through his skin. What? What could ever possibly go wrong when I love you so much? "It only ends up in destruction and madness. They burn each other down, and take people close to them along." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, and continued to sob, tightening her grip around his waist.
"Emma." Julian said, stroking her wavy golden hair, "I will never stop loving you. But, we can't- my family- the kids- they need me, and if we need to be separated, just let me have one last night." She pulled her face away from his, and nodded, slightly smiling through her tears. All of the sudden, she crushed her lips against his, opening her mouth to his right away. Her tongue explored his mouth, and his explored hers, as they pulled at each other, knocking jars of paint and on brushes off of tables. Emma repressed a moan as Julian pushed her against the door, holding his body close against hers, rubbing his crotch over her thigh. "Please, Emma. I need to hear you." He begged between kisses.
"What if somebody hears us?" Emma gasped as Julian moved his lips and began sucking on her neck, directly below her chin.
"To hell with them. All I want right now is to hear you." Julian said, lowering his mouth to her collar bone, licking, sucking, and kissing all across her upper chest. If he lowered his eyes, he could see her cleavage peeking out above her low-cut black tank-top. Her fingers were tangling themselves in his dark chestnut hair as she began to make sounds of pleasure that fueled Julian's growing lust.
"Let's do this in my room," Emma said as she lifted Julian's chin so that his eyes met hers.
"Alright." Julian pressed his mouth back over Emma, letting his hands roam hungrily over her body, as Emma turned the doorknob. They seemed to tumble out of the studio and into the hallway, not caring if anyone saw or heard them. As soon as they were in the room with the door securely shut behind them, Julian grabbed at Emma's breast through her shirt, and fondled it while she grabbed at his crotch, all the while hungrily tangling their tongues. Julian then pulled her shirt off of her body, and her bra soon after that, revealing her bare torso. He pushed her onto the bed, laying himself on top of her. He sucked on her nipple, while rubbing his hand over her other boob. Emma let out a moan that encouraged him to go harder, and he did.
"By the angel, I love you so much," She said before sitting upright and unbuttoning his jeans, where a rather large tent was making its way through. Emma crouched down on her knees, and began to caress the end of his cock.
"Go further," Julian said while clenching his fists in Emma's blonde hair. And Emma obliged. She took his head in her mouth, and began to pump harder, simultaneously pushing her mouth back and forth. He moaned, and began to shove her head along with her. "Emma-I think I'm gonna-" A thick substance began to fill Emma's mouth, and she smiled.
"My turn." She slid off her jeans, as well as Julian's t-shirt, and laid back down on the edge of the bed, her legs open wide in front of her. Julian's face appeared between them and began to suck and lick her womanhood. "Oh, wholly fuck." Emma gasped, surprised by the pleasure. She was feeling so close, but she knew one thing would take her home. "Julian, take me."
"Are you sure Em-" he was cut off when her lips pressed to his again, then she laid back down. Julian grabbed his dick, then slid it carefully into Emma's vagina. She winced, but urged him to go on. He then slid out. Then back in. Going faster and harder with every pump, until Emma was rocking back and forth, her breasts bouncing in tune with her moans. "Julian! Oh, fuck, keep going!" And he did. She came onto him, and he laid down beside her. That night, they fell asleep to the sounds of each other's panting.
The next morning, when Julian woke, Emma was already gone.
