#emichelle

Nowhere near enough to slow him any as his palms conquer the soft skin of her thighs, searching past her dress to grip his fingers lovingly around her hips. He seeks and seeks and yet his touch discovers only bare, uninterrupted skin beneath the tight hem of her skirt, and if two hours’ worth of Mercy’s precious time wasn’t arranged in plates across the table, he would put her there and make a meal of her instead. 

“Awful naughty of you.” He tugs her hips in flush against his own, rucking that tiny dress further up and up her spreading thighs and watching the blush deepen at her cheekbones as he does. 

“That surprise was for after dinner,” Mercy scolds, too breathy to hold any ire. She pinches the plush softness of her lip between her teeth, stifling a whine when his hips grind a lazy circle, pressing her against where he is hard and straining with impatience, aching to feel more of her. Her voice cracks into stuttered syllables, tripping over all those big, pretty words of hers. “But I sh-should’ve known better with you.”

Biting back a laugh, he teases greedy fingers up the inside of her thigh; the perfect weight of her in his lap and the head-spinning smell of cinnamon and the sound of her breath fraying into whispered moans all mainline straight up to his brain and leave him wired, longing, delirious. A lazy grin warms his face and he is helpless to resist it. “You know what they say about rules.”

Mercy studies him with lidded eyes. The smile that crawls across her face is almost unfamiliar, and Colt knows Mercy’s smiles: sunny, shining things, like little dawns that light his days, downy soft and always that slightest bit shy. 

This smile is lust-wild and teasing and something far too close to wicked as she tips his face down by the chin and spears him with a look that pierces all the way down to his pounding heart. “You’re such a fucking criminal,” she laughs, and tilts her mouth to his, sinking the briefest graze of teeth along his lip, just hard enough to hint at pain. She pulls away too quickly, and he finds himself leaning after her, growling his impatience when she pins him with a hand against his chest.

There’s a breath of reckless energy, anticipation tensing in his muscles, and like a breaking wave they crash together, teeth and tongue the coastlines where they meet. She bites his lip, he licks into her mouth. They gasp and tug at clothing, and he thinks his touch is bordering unkind against the soft material of her dress, but it’s keeping Mercy’s perfect body locked away from him, and there are some transgressions that he simply cannot stand for. 

Colt feels her whine under his mouth as he sweeps plates and silverware blindly aside, freeing just enough space among their long-forgotten meal to press her down against the table. He kisses every sigh and moan and gospel whisper from her lips, and then he dedicates himself to proper veneration, charting all the parts of her that he has mapped to memory a thousand times before. He devours her until she screams his name, and even longer; he wants Mercy sobbing and undone and begging him to take her, and he doesn’t plan to stop a moment sooner.

He’s a fucking criminal. He’ll eat until he’s full.

and on top of that, here they are sneakily in Ash’s story. More than just friends it seems.

then you have the fact they always hang out with other couples. Double date anyone? 

and they always go to other places together, weddings...

girlie nights...

and more...

and then of course the cute couples photos, complete with Fred. Proper little family. 

They’ve also been seen together plenty. Also Emma follows Kate on insta, sure you could say that’s just because they work together 

The emmerdale accounts also have pictures of them together. And personal friends of Michelle know Kate... suspicious 

Michelle’s family also know Kate. When Michelle ran for cancer research UK, who was on her team alongside her family? Kate. 

but just in case that doesn’t convince you, here’s the most defining piece of evidence. Their personal insta’s display pics...