She's someone that has gone through so much shit and seen so many things that it's only natural that she has lots of trauma to deal with. Some nights it takes hold of her and doesn't let her go.

You can usually tell if the night is going to be long. When she comes to bed with you she's as stiff as a board, shoulders tight and movements so slow it looks like it hurts her to even move an inch. Other times she's overly quiet, responding with soft and short answers. Something that is out of the normal because she enjoys talking to you and it helps her wind down after a long day.

First start the small twitches. Her whole body, from her shoulders, arms, legs, they all twitch like she wants to wake up from her own mind. It's what wakes you up most of the time. Then come the soft grumbles. They come every now and then but what really breaks your heart is the way her eyebrows furrow almost in pain. Then the head shakes. Like she's trying to get rid of her thoughts.

Your touch usually helps her. You try to be as soft as possible, talking low in hopes of waking her up as softly as possible. Other times you pet her head or just her stomach so she feels you, wherever her mind takes her.

Then other times she just wakes up with a gasp, scrambling to find you next to her and looking around to make sure she's safe. After some particularly rough dreams she'll melt into your side when you hug her, where she's killed back to sleep to a kinder place.

Sometimes it'll be something simple. Maybe asking for a kiss time and time again despite knowing Emily will get annoyed after the third time (she always gives in). Maybe when she sees something she wants. Or when she wants Emily to tell her something really bad.

She'll beg.

Andrea has no problem saying things like "please I'll beg if you want" but that's only because she knows the powers of her eyes and she has no shame in looking up at Emily, making sure that her voice sounds as desperate as it can.

Emily uses this to her advantage (she finds it the hottest thing in this world). She'll deny Andrea the satisfaction of touching her, of tasting her, holding herself just out of reach, and then asks her to beg for her to let her.

And Andrea will. In a heartbeat. And she'll moan while she's at it because being at the mercy of Emily is the hottest thing ever.

She has no problem twisting her eyebrows up to make herself look utterly destroyed while repeating mindlessly how she really wants her. How she needs her.

Taking care of Kate Macer after she gets hurt

Every now and then, when Kate comes home, she shows up with all types of wounds.

Sometimes they're blue and purple bruises all over her back, arms, or abdomen. Other times they are small cuts all over her exposed skin, which, even with her insistence of it being nothing, you still take the time to take care of.

But there are some instances where she comes back from a mission with more serious injuries, such as today.

You had seen the news of the explosion all over the news and were growing more impatient for her to come back, especially with her not answering her phone. But that all went out of the window once you opened the door and saw her standing across from you.

The first thing you noticed was the fried blood on her temple. She looked as if she had made no effort on cleaning herself up. Her face was still covered in dirt and there were smaller cuts all over her face. You're not even sure how she managed to get home all by herself in this state but you shove that thought to the side.

Kate stumbled in the house wordlessly and you feel her lean all of her weight against you as you place your hand on her hip to help her into the bathroom. You sit her on the toilet seat and begin to strip her of her clothes, watching her squirm in pain and her face twisting uncomfortably as she stretched her arms up so you could take her torn shirt off.

"Kate, why didn't they send you to a hospital?"

"I don't think it was necessary," She says quietly, going back to her own world as she lets you take her cargo pants off. Her eyes glaze over with that familiar distant look as she burns holes into the wall in front of her.

It was rare for her to completely succumb like this, but she had no fight left in her today as she let you sit her in the tub and turn on the water.

She winced in pain and jumped away from the stream but the warm hand on her back guides her back into it and you softly make work of the blood slowly gushing out from the side of her head.

Kate moves away with a strangled sob and after a while but leans in to let you continue. You cup your palm to catch the water and you rinse her whole body, making sure to be as mindful as possible because you know it hurts her.

After a while she also starts moving and helping and, little by little the gash hidden beneath her brown hair stops bleeding.

"I was worried about you."

"They won't kill me off that easily."

You lean and deposit a small kiss on her shoulder and Kate leans into the touch, suddenly feeling a little more rejuvenated.

"Let's deal with this and get you dressed."

Dressing her is the easiest part of the evening as she quietly sits at the foot of your shared bed, quietly and patiently waiting on you. Whenever she returned from tough missions it seems her mind switched on autopilot, guiding her through the hours until she could regain back control over herself.

You always make sure to make her favorite meal, and after one sided bickering about how she isn't really hungry, you convince her to eat at least a few spoonfuls but she always ends up eating it all. You also make sure to wrap her in the warmest blanket you two have and let her lay on you on the couch as you watch a silly movie to keep her busy with good things.

However, she not one to flaunt that fact and in it does take a bit for her to be so open about it with Emily but there is little to be opposed. But her pride mostly comes from knowing the effect it can have over Emily.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that she uses it to her advantage whenever she can. Because it really doesn't matter whether Emily is tired, angry or just plain horny she knows at the end of it she'll be panting and fucked blissfully out of her mind. Don't even get me started on how effective it is against her attitude.

Andrea will lap at her pussy hungrily and in a borderline animalistic manner whenever she's given the chance and eats her out like it's her last day on earth or like it's the very oxygen she needs to survive. She just can't help it. As soon as she gets a taste it's impossible to get herself to stop.

She enjoys feeling Emily's moans vibrate through her body until it reaches the point of connection between the two but that's only because it spurs her on even further, causing her movements to become faster. And she enjoys the pressure of her things squeezing together and having to pin Emily's hips down to the bed because of how erratic her movement can get. And she most definitely also enjoys just how wet they both end up after they're done. Although she's never really paid too much attention when cleaning herself off, she can see it in Emily's eyes that the sight of Andrea with her come on her face looks just as good as it feels.

But she doesn't only do it for Emily's pleasure, she does it for herself because she always gets off of it. Whenever she looks up and sees Emily convulsing and moaning with pleasure she feels a painfully tight coil curl in her abdomen that threatens to snap at any given moment. Whether that is a light graze against the mattress every time she unknowingly grings against it or a soft pressure against her clit, Andrea always comes from watching Emily and going down on her.