* ✧ heaven in hiding

emmery opts to move forward the few steps to their living room as saskia beckons her over, seemingly trying to hide the fact that something was clearly on her mind. whatever it may be, it didn’t cause much of a stir within the golden-haired female, her delicate limbs folded languidly as she sat beside her roommate. resting her head in her hand, a few of the honey-tinted strands are shifted slightly out of place, a but of a disrupting element to add another layer of humanity. she doesn’t need to inquire more if saskia is sure whether or not she’s okay, seeing as she was quiet clearly bothered by something. in stark contrast to emmery, the beautiful girl opposite of her was moving with a bit of coldness, her slim frame rigid. and as she hands the phone over, emmery suddenly gains realization as to why -- the photo. still, nothing at her is necessarily on alert, but she does get slightly annoyed at the fact that this whole interaction was meant as some type of appeasement to saskia’s own riddling doubt. she could be doing yoga right now. ‘ no, it’s not nothing -- so i suppose you are slightly wrong in the regard, but it’s nothing serious. ’ she shrugs, the same shirt from the photo now tied around her waist, a shirt of jamie’s that she had obliged to swim in. she didn’t mind really -- it seemed to please him. ‘ we’re just having a bit of fun, saskia. he’s a nice guy, i know. i don’t intend on it going anywhere, and neither does he. it was merely a proposition that i decided to agree with. ’

emmery had a long day at work, her exhaustion weighing down on her chest and making each breath a little weaker than the last. she was just so tired, after staying up all night, though it was truly a favorable distraction. rolling her neck, the charms on her bracelet tinkle against each other in a soft, euphonic melody as she slides her key into the door of her apartment. as she steps in, she drops her bag and grabs her newly empty hydroflask out of the side pocket. traipsing into the kitchen, her walk more of a graceful gait, a part of her feeling slightly refreshed. the slim blonde goes to fill up her bottle, hip leaning against the countertop. as she does, she hears the greeting of her roommate -- she hadn’t really planned on seeing saskia, not right away. albeit, she wasn’t the one to have asked about her friend’s schedule. she feels a faint, distant thing that kind of reminds her of guilt, but it dies as quickly as it appears. ‘ hey, yeah. m’ fine. ’ her voice is an octave lower, her voice seeming a little worn, but she deigned to believe that the reason would be left up to non-vulgar interpretations. ‘ what’s up ? how are you ? ’ emmery asks, a soft smile quirking her symmetric features.

when they finally kiss, there isn’t any element that leads emmery to believe that he was foreboding or uncertain. she had gathered enough in their time together to conclude that miller was amongst the individuals who, when they wanted something, did everything they could to acquire it. and though it paid her no amount of flattery to be on the current receiving end of his desire, it did her no harm to indulge in the reward that came along with being the only thing that he deigned to settle that cool, concise focus. the moment he pulls her close, she allows it, welcomes every insistent press of his fingertips, the urgency palpable in each and every one of his movements. their kiss is a series of slickly questing pressures, each one deeper than the last. emmery meets him halfway, and a part of her says that it shouldn’t be this easy, shouldn’t be this natural, with someone she just met. the idea of it is enough to have a part of her reluctant, hesitant, wanting to pull away so her brain could quietly assess. but the thought dissipates with a quickness that matches her own racing pulse as his eagerness reaches a peak, one in which she had previously thought him incapable, a desperation that is solely responsible for her own body quickly playing catch up. she can feel the teasing touch, the persistent press of his fingertips against the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs, dangerously close to the spot that had her feeling heady and wanton. and again, miller manages to take her breath away, the once relinquished control he allowed emmery to believe she had, now vanishing in his frenzied state of mind. her chest rises and falls at the return of her breath once he’s successfully lifted her up onto the surface of the table, and she joins him in paying no mind to the soft tinkling of their glasses breaking against the marble floors beneath them. if anything, it’s music to her ears, a sound that only fuels her more as their eyes finally meet. as they look at each other with nothing but their mutual, building fervor, she takes a moment to gather herself, to not fall completely under the spell that he seemed keen to administer to all that happened to be in his path. but it was something deeper that she harbored within that she fought against; forever insatiable, the girl who could never be truly pleased – and yet, looking at him now, at the kiss-swollen nature of his lips, the flush of his creamy skin … she felt as if she had finally met her match. she allowed everything else to remain at bay as want and selfishness unfurled, pushing her to fully indulge into everything that he had to offer. at the vulgarity of his words, a smirk tilts her previously glossed lips, and she slides a hand up to grip his collar, forcing him ever closer so they were only a hairsbreadth apart. her eyes only avert from his to glance down at where his shirt ran beneath the waist of his pants, and where the most warranted of tells indicated exactly what she had guessed. ‘ i think i do have an idea. ’ she closes the distance again, as hunger burns fiercely through her and momentarily snatches the reins, and this kiss causes a new sensation to bloom beside the want – one akin to sinking into a warm bath in the dead of winter and feeling the bruising relief of it. she feels greedy now, and she doesn’t even care, she takes and takes, only breaking the kiss to murmur the demand ‘ fuck me ’ against his lips.

emmcrys: i like his shirt better than the roses

‘ hey, gorgeous. i was just calling to let you know that i was practicing that dance you taught me, and i wanted to thank you again for showing me all the steps. it’s quite sexy, you were right. ’ she hesitates, not having prepared to get the girl’s voicemail. ‘ but look … i’m sorry, about me treating you the way i have. just know that, like you’ve said once or twice, that i really care about you, too. i hope you know that. this is probably the only time i will say it. ’

12th house: do you like to be alone?

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it wasn’t often that emmery michaels found herself impressed or in awe -- but in maritza’s presence, she couldn’t help but admire the way that the female’s beauty shone through her casual attire. the blonde paid careful heed as she noted the way a few of the girl’s dark locks fell stray from the ponytail around her heart-shaped face, soft waves that accented the curve of her full lips and the brightness of her eyes; aesthetically, maritza had always been pleasing, and emmery figured it must be catching the girl in her element, her very essence reminiscent of the place they were now in. with grease streaked across her cheek like some unconventional beauty mark, and her slim figure tucked into clothing that looked enviously comfortable, emmery couldn’t look away. it only caused more excitement to spark to life within her, eager to share a moment as rare and as special as this one with a girl that she ultimately only spent time with in between bed sheets, in the warm water of hot tubs, and the sticky, unkempt bar bathrooms that they often lost themselves with each other in. ‘ maybe you will -- but i embrace change, maritza. i wouldn’t mind having you take the lead. ’ her musical voice tinkles and chimes, and her smile matches the incandescence that was visible amongst her symmetric features. and as maritza begins teaching her, soft voice telling her the steps and then beginning to demonstrate, emmery takes a generous pull of the bottle before maritza’s taking it from her hands setting it down on an adjacent flat top, now making it impossible for emmery to do anything besides give her full attention to the girl before her. the blonde listens to every instruction, taking each as it comes, and nods along, indicating that she understood. emmery had always been rhythmic, having done traditional styles of dance until high school. but though ballet and jazz had afforded her a kind of unhindered grace, it was nothing compared to the intimate dance that maritza was opting to teach her now. embracing it, she allows the brunette to pull her closer, and raises her brows as she quips in return. ‘ intimate, hm ? i should have no problem with it then. ’ but she watches for a little longer before she starts to match maritza’s movements, her hips swaying in time with the pulsing beat of the music, now pronounced in every place they touched. ‘ show me more. ’ she urges, still feeling insatiable when it came to martiza. 

the moment she felt the delicate brush of his lips against her skin, emmery felt her whole body ache -- she ached. for most of emmery’s life, she had indulged in the things that made her feel something, anything. and now she felt everything, that hollow emptiness was suddenly filled with the warmth from his delicate touch and the tentative way he pressed every kiss along her smooth skin. the blonde was extremely focused on every point of contact, and a shaky breath leaves her as she feels his long fingers undo the tie at her neck, exposing her breasts and causing her sensitive body to react to each one of his ministrations. but the moment that she feels the wet, open-mouthed kiss behind her ear, she can’t help her back arching, pushing closer to him so that their bodies were pressed flushed together. her body was alight with desire, his touch leaving fire in it’s wake. her hands slide along his body, desperate to rid him of the fabric that was keeping her from touching his tattooed chest. instead, she grips the short strands of hair at the base of his neck and pulls him ever closer, desperate for them to have as much contact as possible. she can see the faint shine of green beneath his half-closed lids as he breathes her words against her lips, and her reply is instant. ‘ don’t stop. ’ and as much as she adored his gentleness, emmery was far from the girls that jamie had come across before. she wasn’t sweet and soft, but a girl made of steel, cool and impenetrable, with sharp edges that warranted little yielding. so when he kisses her again, she deigns to take the lead. it's debaucherous from the start as she licks into his mouth, tasting and tasting, the tip of her tongue flicking teasingly against his lps. the sensation of this happening all at once causes a soft sound to escape her, indicative of how much she’s enjoying this as she pulls him deeper into the kiss.

emmery was thrilled to be spending time in the presence of martiza, the girl always inciting the best mood from the blonde; she was kind, and she had a type of wit about her that made even the mildest of interactions that much more interesting. she knew that there was a lot of underlying factors that complicated their relationship, with the weight of all of the things that had occurred between them always weighing down on emmery’s mind. however, she was privy to turning over a new leaf, to allow herself to enjoy and indulge in other’s company without always searching for that ultimatum. people that had made her want to do that were few and far between, if she was being honest with herself, but the beautiful brunette had managed a spot amongst her list, an impressive feat if there was some. the blonde was donning a two piece outfit, a white top that covered her breasts only, and a tight fitting skirt in the pencil style, hugging her frame and accentuating her physique. her blonde hair was fanned around her, wavy from the braids she had taken out just that morning. it’s as she’s approaching the shop that she hears the sound of lovely music, the type that she associated with the female that had invited her to spend the evening together. a small smile made it’s way to emmery’s lips as she approached, and she found herself unable to look away, leaning against one of the many beams and crossing her arms across her chest. her eyebrow raises when she watches the surprise come to life on the other’s symmetric features. ‘ it’s no worries -- don’t stop on my account. ’ she insists, taking the bottle happily as the girl offers it, taking a swig herself -- it burns on the way down, but she relishes it, handing it back to her. ‘ i’ll join you, if you like. ’ emmery offers, her melodic voice a challenge as she moves back to turn up the dial, reaching a hand out for the girl to take.