Emma Turner

“They’ll love you Emma. How could anybody not? But…if things go south, and they…they see you as a monster—I just…I don’t want you to get hurt.” He tried, feeling as though it was necessary to add. “I can’t make any promises Em.” Russell added once more with a slight shrug. “Oh…are you sure about that. Sounds like you’re just testing me. Wanna see how quickly I can take my clothes off?”

“Does your opinion count? I think you might be a little bias.” She teased, an eyebrow raising. “What do you mean you’re not making any promises?” A light chuckle escaped her as he continued, amused by the prospect even with them being the in the living room of her family home. “Take’em off. I’ll be sitting here. Can’t say the same for the rest of my family and what they might do, but give me this show. I’m ready to watch.”

“We could always tell them the truth and then if things go sour, then you can compel them to forget?” Russell offered back, trying to give her some sort of solution to the issue. “It might be hard, but…maybe it’s worth a shot, you know? Then you have compulsion to lean back on if all else fails.” He didn’t want to push her into either direction because ultimately this was her choice. “If he shoots me, I’ll be fine, but then they’ll both find out what a real monster I am.” He teased back. “What? Oh, I hardly doubt that. I’m sure I could make you show a little PDA in front of your parents.”

“Right,” she said slowly. “I forgot about the whole compulsion thing. It feels weird to do it on them, though. They’re my parents, they’ve always loved me no matter what. My hope is that it’ll continue through this too.” That was the one outcome playing over and over. Emma scoffed, “Russell Montgomery, you are not allowed to become a monster in front of my parents.” She gave him a pointed look, quickly putting another foot between them. “See all this space? Nothing you do will make me cross the invisible line I’ve now made.”

He lifted a brow back over her, getting amped up for later already, a surefire sign they wouldn’t run out of inertia anytime soon. His grin pulled up as he nodded back gracefully. “You know I will support you no matter what you decide to do. If you want them in yours lives though, the truth seems like the easier route.” He muttered back in a short whisper against her ear. “I’m always trying to cause trouble, plus, your dad seems more of like a no-nonsense kind of guy. I thought I’d help him ease up a bit.” He shrugged half-heartedly. “I’m calling that bluff right now. You couldn’t keep your distance for more than a day at most. Especially with all my Valentine’s Day plans.”

She sighed, knowing he was right but unsure of how they would take it. They loved her unconditionally all this time, why would that need to change. “I want them in my life, but I’m worried they may not want me in their’s.” Emma shook her head, the joke hard to not laugh at. “Good thing you heal from most bullet wounds. His gun is probably within reach as we speak to use it on you at any moment.” She scoffed, scooting over slightly. “Totally not true. How much do you want to bet I can keep my hands off of you until we’re actually alone? No, PDA whatsoever throughout all these plans you have.”

“Oh yes, my sophisticated older woman. Does that mean you’re a cougar then?” He grinned back to her, letting her touch ease him back into her while he searched her face slowly. “Technicalities and such aside, we both look great and will continue to look great no matter how old we get.” His chuckle left him reeling back slightly, before he glanced over her forsaken attitude. “Only if you want me to. I was going to tell him that that’s what I call you in bed, but I figured I didn’t want to poke that sleeping bear right now. Just you wait until we get back to the hotel. I should’ve rented out the whole floor we’re on.”

Her head tilted as she thought it over, “I sure can be. Not right now, though. That’s something we can save for later.” This life felt so simple. No added stress except hoping her parents would approve of him. Even if they didn’t, she would still be with him, but it did make things easier if they did. “A love hate relationship with who we are. I don’t know if I’m ready to tell them, but I know I need too. It doesn’t feel right to show up years from now looking exactly the same.” She would only be able to hide it for so long until the inevitable would happen. “You’re trying to cause trouble aren’t you? Plus, you’ve never called me that.” Her finger pointed at him, “And don’t even think about saying it later or I will make sure there’s a 3 feet gap between us for the rest of this trip.”

“Well, don’t tell them that.” Russell chuckled back, adding in a slight elbow into her side as he glanced over her. “I don’t like being the oldest in the room sometimes, you know? Especially when they treat me like I’m still a kid.” He feigned a sort of whine, as if he hadn’t already experienced plenty of this before with others. “It should ease his mind, but as one old guy to another, it makes sense. he’s just trying to protect his little ‘Emma-bear.’” He teased her still, placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“They don’t have to know that part, but all they know is that you’re younger with the age you’re stuck at. It’s not my fault you fell for a sophisticated older woman.” Emma placed a hand at his cheek, a slight grin on her face. “If it makes you feel any better, we can tell people I’m the oldest in the room. It’s all technicalities.” She groaned, throwing her head back onto the couch. “Are you going to start calling me that too?” The smile returned, looking over at him as she took his hand in hers. “We’re doing rather well with this controlled PDA thing. I’m surprised.”

“Yeah, very interesting. Though, it makes sense, who you are now, raised by them.” Russell found it to be an immediately intriguing idea to meet her parents, and now that that had come and passed, he only grew more curious about her past, finding a curiosity among himself. “He didn’t scare me away, no. Not that much can scare me away. But…I guess…it just didn’t seem like he liked me is all. Not that I would let that stop me from seeing you.”

This trip emphasized how little she had told him about her past, where she grew up and the briefness of him meeting her brother but only now meeting her parents. She felt lucky enough to even have this visit be possible with their re-connection happening at a time while her parents were still alive. “Yeah because you’re so old and all.” She joked, a light chuckle escaping her. “I’m not sure he’d like anyone I brought home, nor would I let it affect anything we have either. This is the happiest I’ve ever been, which hopefully should ease his mind about you.”

“You know I would do anything for you.” Russell interjected easily, finding the trip to be something so out of the ordinary, despite it becoming a rather ordinary adventure, though with Emma, it turned into something even better, as always. While resting on the couch in the home where she must have grown up, Russell was still ogling over the number of pictures with her and her brother filtered over the walls, something he continuously pointed out with a grin. “Though, this was sort of a must in terms of things I needed to come see. Your parents are…interesting.”

With everything going on back home, it was easy to forget how ordinary life could feel. Just a regular trip where he could meet her parents, and they could see she was happy. After everything that had happened with the kidnapping, her parents could rest easily knowing that. A smirk played on her lips, looking up at him. “Interesting? You don’t so confident in your answer. Did my dad scare you away already? I’ll need to mentally prepare myself for you to up and leave me when we get home.” She joked, trying to keep herself from laughing.

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It would have been too much to ask for, the evening going off without anything bad, but as Russell managed to reach the place, he let out a sheer gasp, shaking his head as it seemed people were already fleeing the wreckage that had been caused, an entire wing seemingly destroying under the force of whatever inside. “Fuck.” He murmured, looking back to Emma, his expression of concern growing deeper as he tried to push past people, yelling his brother’s name out.

It took a moment for her to come out of her shocked state, jaw dropped as she stared at the building. The hope nothing would happen was too much to give the town credit for, thankful they decided to stay in for their own safety. Now, Emma needed to worry about where their friends and family were. She looked at Russ, a sad expression forming as she saw the worry for his brother. Her feet started to move, following him into the building as she looked around for anyone she might know, the nurse in her wanting to stop at each person to make sure they were okay. Emma paused before trying to cut him off, “Ben can heal himself, he should be okay. If you want to look for him, I’m not going to stop you but I have to help people.”

It was alarming to say the least, as Russ quickly got into a some clothes while trying to call Ben on the phone, the line going straight to voicemail as the call couldn’t be completely at the time. “Oh shit.” He muttered, stepping into some pants, before pulling on a shirt. There wasn’t any time to waste, and as he kept redialing anybody he knew that was the party, he slipped into shoes, before pulling Emma’s hand. “Shit, I can’t get ahold of Ben, or anybody else at the party. I…What if something bad happened, like at all the other events.” He had a terrible feeling as he swiftly made his way outside to start the speedy run towards the city hall.

The worst case scenarios ran through her mind as she got dressed, the relaxation of the night long gone with whatever might be happening outside. With Russ trying to call people and not getting through, worried her for everyone she knew at the party. There couldn’t be one event where something didn’t go wrong, staying in and believing it to go smoothly sounded a bit naive now. “We’ll check it out and go from there,” she wanted to remain calm enough on the outside, even if she was wracked with fear for her friends. Emma followed him, speeding towards city hall, or at least what was left of it as she saw the wreckage. “Holy shit.”

“Who knows, maybe technology will grow so much in the next few years that we’ll actually be living in the future.” He grinned eagerly, letting their time fade by slowly. Skipping was surely the best idea either of them had had, getting the house to themselves again and having all sorts of fun. “Traditionally skipping the centennial celebration sounds like a solid plan.” After another round of spontaneous sex, and the evening spent with Emma, Russell easily continued to lazily lay int he bed, turning to her and stroking her hair again, the position they once held before, when a sudden jolt rocked the house, and left a rather jumpy and curious feeling inside of Russ. “That couldn’t have been…an earthquake?” He sat up as he looked to Emma, hoping to confirm the suspicions. “What was that—you don’t think it was the celebration?”

A night in because exactly what she needed with each passing moment. The time spent with Russell being everything she could have asked for. Her head lay on his chest, relaxing into the position she started in earlier in the night. The shaking of the apartment woke her up out of the relaxed state, staring up at Russ with a similar confused expression. “I don’t...think so?” Something about it didn’t scream earthquake, but Emma refused to think the worst either. “I really hope it wasn’t.” She sat up, quickly getting out of bed and heading to the closet. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“You heard me. It would be something new entirely.” Now, making a sex tape wasn’t exactly something Russell had thought of before. He thought he had a little bit more class than that, but he very much wanted to be wrong about that, seeing that she was interested in it already. As mischievous of a grin  that showed up on his face, Russ found himself already itching for more while their hands explored each other again. “Yes ma’am.” He muttered at her sudden forwardness before following her directions and taking a seat on the bed at her guidance. “Who needs a centennial celebration. We’ll be around for the next one.” He chuckled as he let himself lean back on his hands on the bed while looking her up and down.

“Guess we’ll have to keep it in the cards then.” There would come a time when something new would be needed to spice things up, or so Emma thought. She hoped she might be wrong, seeing as her love for him grew each day, which included pleasing him in any way she saw fit. A smirk appeared on her lips, slow following him to the bed, standing in front of him as he made himself comfortable. “Will we go to that one with the same excuse? I’m not sure there’s a better way to spend centennials.” She leaned forward, resting her hands on his thighs. “ Maybe we can make it a tradition.” Emma started to kiss at his neck, slowly trailing down his chest.

“Each new century we’ll find somewhere new and craft a new life together. It’ll only be the best adventure I’ve been waiting my entire existence for.” He grinned back, letting himself fall into the spiral of love he felt for her. “I’m sure we could test that theory out easily enough.” Russ chuckled back before she quickly seemed to know what she was doing. “Oh? I’m sure if you really wanted to, we could get into the filmmaking industry, watch our playbacks to every fine detail.” He joked with her against her lips before pulling her back into the kiss as his jacket slipped off his shoulders. Shrugging it off and letting it slide down his arms and onto the floor, Russell let out a haughty breath before his hands went to explore her body once again.

“Filmmaking? Now there’s an interesting concept.” She chuckled, leaning into him as he brought her close again. Her hands ran up his chest, exploring every inch before pushing the shirt off to join his jacket on the floor. An eternity with one person should have been daunting, but with him she felt invincible, a confidence she never had with anyone else. He made her a better person in more ways than one, this being one out of a number of ways to show him just that. “Sit,” she stated, pulling away to back him towards the bed. A smirk played on her lips at her thoughts, “I hope you’re ready to keep your word on trying to break this because...we’ve got all night.”

He looked to her with a bit of a grin, easily adding, “You always look your best, so you don’t have to worry about that. Plus, we’ll live long enough to redo the whole thing when we declare ourselves dead in 70 or so years.” Maybe not the most romantic thing, but there would be a whole new cycle of people on the Earth, and he would easily get married to her however many times he needed to. As he shuffled in his suit, he added with a slight shrug. “The bed? You trying to break it tonight?” His grin said everything he wanted it to, the smugness and the confidence as he looked over her frame as she stepped closer to him. “And I have the sexiest woman in the world—and you know what else? She’s a bit of an animal when it comes to taking off my clothes.”

“I will gladly marry you over and over again. How will you ever top yourself each time?” Their life would never be boring, a different life each time they got to recreate themselves in a way. A new chance to fall in love, get married, have more kids if they already had some. Her hand ran over the buttons of his shirt, easily breakable along with the other things they’d already broken together. “We should at least give it a shot. Might be indestructible since it hasn’t broken yet.” Though, she wasn’t sure if they’d really tried to do that in the first place. Her eyebrows lifted as she bit her lip, “Is she? Hmm, I might need to witness that for myself.” The hand on his chest went behind his neck, pulling to her for a kiss before slowly pushing off the jacket. She smiled in their kiss, biting his lip lightly before tearing at the buttons of his shirt to reveal his chest.

“No, not since college, god no.” Russell chuckled back, letting his glance bounce back down to Emma, looking over her body all too easily as they were able to relax once again. “I’m just letting you know that I could pop the question any time, so you should always be on your toes.” He grinned back, knowing all too well that he would marry her right then and there if the timing had been perfect. But, he also wanted to give her the most elaborate proposal too, something that she would talk about for centuries. “Perhaps we just need some steel-enforced furniture, not that I don’t love breaking stuff with you.” He lifted up again, before pulling himself towards the edge of the bed. “I won’t be long.” He disappeared into the closet where his suit was hanging, before he rushed to get right into it, happily reappearing before Emma to strut the suit off.

She waited for the nervousness to kick in at the talk of marriage, instead filled with giddiness about when it might happen. This moment of only the two of them could have been made perfect, yet the timing still seemed a bit off for such a proposal. “Guess this means I’ll always need to look my best at all hours of the day. I’ll need to be presentable for pictures when it does happen.” Her hands patted at the bed, looking down at it before giving him a playful smirk. “You know the one thing we haven’t broken yet? This bed. Seems kind of odd that we’ve broken multiple pieces but not this one.” Emma sat up as he left to get changed, keeping the thin sheet around her as she waited for him. A bout of laughter came out as he reappeared, wolf-whistling at him. “I think it’s official, I have the sexiest boyfriend in the whole world.” She crawled off the bed, letting the sheet fall as she stood in front of him, a stark contrast to his fully clothed form. “Now, as hot as you look in this, it’s coming off just as fast.”

“Oh, don’t be like that—” He paused, before taking a glance to the side drawer on the table next to the bed, a more mischievous smirk pulling at his lips. “What if I told you that I didn’t have to leave to get the ring?” He said impressively, still on top of her and growing all the more comfortable. “I was hoping you’d say that though. You’re still plenty young, and while I might be some crazy old guy, I’ve got a lot of spirit left in me. Let’s find our wilder sides.” He chuckled back, adding, “I’ve got plenty of suits for you to ruin, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” 

Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. “What do you mean you wouldn’t need to leave? Have you been trying to propose since college?” Emma continuously regretted not giving him more of change when they first met, grateful they somehow found each other anyways after everything. “I think I found it yesterday, and the whole neighborhood might know by now too. As many things as we’ve gotten fixed and needed to be fixed, the wild side has already come out.” Emma grinned with excitement, “Go put on that suit then. I deserve to see it at least once.” 

“Shit. And this was not how I was planning on this going—” He paused as he looked down upon her, letting her lay on the bed as he leaned over her softly. “If it’s kids you’re after with me, then would you do me the honors of marrying me then?” It wasn’t the real way he’d propose, but showing off his tiny grin to let her know he was all but joking, Russell added, “Whatever happens Emma, I’m here for eternity, with you. I waited too long for feelings like this, and you’ve only provided me with the most love I could have ever hoped for.” He leaned further down, kissing her before whispering against her lips, “I can go put it on solely for you to rip it off.”

She giggled, her teasing leading him to this sort of proposal, one she would say yes too at any point. Right now though, it didn’t feel quite right yet, this moment only brought on by the mention of taking care of Bailee. Instead, Emma continued with the joking banter. “Russell Montgomery...I will not marry you after such a weak proposal. There’s not even a ring! And if you leave this bed right now to somehow pull one out, I’m leaving.” She grew serious for a moment, staring up at him. “One day we will get married and have kids because I can’t imagine having either of those without you. For now, I want to enjoy you and us before we add children into the mix.” Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him, the hint of a smile creeping onto her face. “You know it’s going to be ruined if you do this? If you’re okay with it, please indulge me.”