Benjy & Emmeline || Tragic in the Fallout
Emmeline was tired, so tired but sleep avaded her at the moment. She laid on the couch, petting Lavender. “I missed you, you fluffy cat, I missed having someone to talk to. I hope you aren’t too upset with me." She turned on her small TV, a gift from her grandfather, and let the noise play in the background of her thoughts.
She missed England, she missed her friends. While away she wasn’t permitted to speak with them, she didn’t get to say goodbye, she just picked up and left. Her first real assignment and surprisingly it went well. First it was just a bunch of false leads but one of those false leads turned into something else and that’s when things got interesting. But of course they sent her back when the good stuff was happening, still too young. Too young for what? How could she be too young. In war what was considered too young. It didn’t matter anyways.
There was a knock the door. She looked at her cat, “You expecting a hot date? Can’t be for me.” She got up and Lavender on the floor and walked to the door, cat trailing at her feet. Emmeline looked through the peep hole, hand on the bat in the umbrella holder, but when she saw the familiar face she opened the door quickly, “Benjy.” His face was tear stained and Emmeline quickly ushered him inside. As soon as he was inside, she closed the door and locked her small arms around him. Not planning to let go anytime soon.
At first, to be honest, she kind of looked like a stranger to him. Some pretty person who he was no longer close to (story of his life), just a familiar face. Her voice brought a lump to his throat 'cause of the bell it rang in his memory. It had comforted him almost everyday at work. Next came her hug once he was inside her flat and that helped a lot more. God, did that help. Shit.
Benjy closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the heaven of her touch. This was something he'd forever appreciated about Emmeline --- how easily she wrapped herself around him, made him feel like he was something real special. Benjy brought his arms up around her slowly, afraid she might break if he moved too fast or pressed too hard. "Missed you." He said quietly, maybe even a little awkwardly.
"M'sorry," He murmured against her hair, "Know it's late but.." he trailed off because the way her arms felt around him made him think maybe, for once, he didn't need to explain himself.
He pulled in a sharp breath and that was when he forced himself to smile, to even laugh a little. It was somewhat forced, but he felt like he had to do it. Whether it be due to habit or nerves or the physical bliss of Emmeline's body heat against his own, Benjy knew he had a reason to smile. He pulled away, studied her for a moment and said, "S'good to see you, wow. You look... great." Unlike himself.
Benjy was a hot mess, eyes a little bloodshot from the combination of a long day at work and his recent stress attack. He cleared his throat, "I know, I probably woke you up. Sorry." Before really thinking it through, he moved in for another hug because it was too good to see her. He was more selfish about it this time, less concerned about breaking her and more focused on holding her close. She'd been the only one to ever really hug him anyhow, and right now physical contact was soothing every nerve in his body.
