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        a small, hot breath hitched out again the boy’s lips as he pulled her closer to him, down. she could feel what she was doing to him; it earned a smirk across her lips as she continued to slowly move her hand over his body. it was an obvious no, to her question earlier. it didn’t seem like he wanted to stop, and it didn’t seem like her father was going to be making his way over to their side of the house any time soon, and she sure as hell didn’t want to stop. so she wasn’t going to. 

         it was nice to be able to be intimate with someone and not have to worry about her breathing. she didn’t have to worry about not being able to catch her breath, and she could stay active for a longer period of time. thank god. 

         her hands finally delve underneath her boyfriend’s shirt, her nails dragging themselves against his skin slowly. her tongue worked against his calmly, but at the same time, with urgence. she slowly pulled away from his lips, her mouth trailing down against his jawline and down to his neck as she slowly pulled his shirt up, inching it closer and closer to his head, so he could take it off when he was ready. 

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It was impossible for him to get enough of her – the way she slid her hands across his body, her taste, the way her voice changed when he was kissing her… 

The words she spoke… 

“Emma,”  he breathed, as it was hard to get a word in, himself; her lips were a little more insistent than before, as pulling away from her at all was the hardest thing in the world. Instead, a hand slid up underneath her shirt, holding her small frame flush against him, as the other came up to hold her hand in place, his fingers brushing against the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair. 

Thinking, when she was on his lap and the pads of her fingers were stroking his neck and her lips were cajoling against his, was incredibly difficult. He’d happily drown in the haze of her, his heart pounding in his chest. 

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        her breath had begun to pick up. not in a way that was unsettling or bad, but in a way she wanted it to. dylan left her breathless with each touch, always. 

         she felt his hot breath against her lips as he spoke, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth for a moment before she continued their heated kiss. ‘ do you want me to stop? ‘ she asked through a whisper, her lips barely leaving his as she spoke. 

           the way he touched her skin sent shivers down her spine and in the moment, she was thankful that her father had a whole other side of the house. she didn’t want to stop, but if he wanted her to, she would. her teeth latched onto his bottom lip softly before she pressed her lips to his once more. her tongue moved out against his, her hands now finding their way down to the hemming of his shirt, teasing his skin with her fingertips.

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That town… it was one helluva trap. He hoped Seattle held something different for the both of them – so far, he hadn’t been disappointed. At her request, Dylan’s head turned, a smile barely restrained as blue eyes scanned the rest  of the visible house, listening intently for a second.  Wherever Will was, it wasn’t here – as his gaze slid Emma’s way again, there was definitely a mischievous, and yet altogether gleeful spark in his eyes.

“Mmhm,” he hummed, and he moved carefully towards her, leaning in so that their breath mingled – but instead of closing the distance then and there, his arms slid around her waist, and he pulled her into his lap.  Then he took her chin softly, and pressed their lips together. She was like honey, her skin as soft as petals. His kisses were slow, but not lacking in any sense of neediness. He always wanted her. Always needed her. He’d never known anybody to be so addictive, so easy to love.  Emma Decody was effortlessly adored, and he never wanted to see a day when he wouldn’t be able to kiss her. 

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       patience. it was something emma had a lot of time to master. she’d been patient her entire life; waiting for air to refill in her body, waiting for new lungs, waiting for someone like dylan to come into her life. other than the lungs, which was his doing in the first place, he saved her. and she coudln’t be more thankful. 

             so she patiently waited until dylan leaned over. however, she was pleasantly surprised when the boy pulled her over and onto his lap. a small laugh paired with a surprised look over her facial features easily took place and she leaned into him. her hands now rested against his chest as he initiated the kiss, her lips moved against his slowly, her breathing steady. 

                      ‘ i love you. ‘ she whispered against his lips softly, her hands sliding up his chest to rest against each side of his neck before she pushed her lips against his once more, this time, a bit more intense than before. 

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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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hey everyone. i know i’ve been rather absent from here the past few days. i was just really busy and i planned on getting on today, but unfortunately events didn’t go as planned. my dad was in a motorcycle accident ( father’s day, of all days ), so i’m pretty shook up at the moment. i will try and be on later tonight, but if i’m not, i’ll be on later after work. apologies. <3

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“I like making you feel good,”  Dylan said, smiling softly with a small shake of his head.  “It was a long day.  We got a lot done…”   Again, his eyes drifted temporarily to his surroundings before they found her again, and he couldn’t help the tug of his lips and widening of his smile.  “We – we really made it, huh?” Escaped White Pine Bay and all the shit left behind there…  Shit he wouldn’t be hearing about – not for a long while, anyway. Norman’d made sure of that. Dylan hadn’t told Emma about his brother’s insistence on radio silence in hopes that Norman might still reach out to her, instead, and he could hear some second hand news on how his brother was doing without giving Norman or Emma any pause. 

Anyway – he was glad they’d arrived in Seattle, safe and sound. He was eager to explore the city with her, once she was feeling up to it. For now, he’d scope out the neighborhood – figure out who had the best breakfasts, who made the best coffee, and be sure to treat Emma once in awhile since he was pretty useless in the kitchen, himself.  As he rubbed Emma’s feet gently, his head canted to the side, examining her kind features, her round eyes, soft skin. “Got a great view and everything,”  he murmured, a smirk playing along his features as he teased her lightly with the cheesy line.

         emma nodded at the recollection that they did, in fact, get a lot finished. her eyes stayed glued to his face, only to spread a smile across her lips as their eyes met each other’s once more, only to move across the room once more. hearing his words, she felt her chest grow heavy, but lighter again in the next moment. it was a nice feeling, because dylan was right. they actually made it. 

              ‘ honestly, i didn’t know if we’d ever get out of that town. ‘ she smiled, but frowned a bit afterwards, the realization that they’d more than likely stay distant from his family; their family. but soon, the smile returned upon hearing his voice again. the way he spoke to her made her heart sink each time, without fail. her gaze returned to his, her eyebrow raising slightly higher than the other. ‘ can you please just kiss me now? ‘ she asked politely, letting out a small laugh through her nose as she sat contently, waiting to see if he’d obey her request or not.

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Dylan looked around the living room area, but it wasn’t long before his eyes were drawn towards his girlfriend on the couch, and he couldn’t help but smile at her small form sprawled out tiredly on the cushions.  He went to take a seat next to her, lifting her legs a moment before placing them on his thighs again once he was seated.

“Want me to dig out the wine glasses?”  Dylan asked, as he began to massage her feet.  “We could check out what’s on television – I could get you your favourite throw blanket? I think I saw it in one of the boxes upstairs…”  He loved his sleepy Emma; seeing her relaxed, comfortable… he was beyond grateful to her, the way she emanated a kind of peace in him, even when he’d left things in White Pine Bay on such a sour note… so long as Emma was in the room, he was okay. She was all he needed. All he wanted.

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        this was a surprise. it wasn’t normal that the two of them were able to just sit and relax; not with their old lived back in white pine bay. but to be honest, she enjoyed this much more than worrying about the motel. she wasn’t expecting the foot massage, but it was gladly welcomed. she let out a soft sigh as her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed against the arm of the couch. she listened as he named things of comfort for the two of them, only to shaking her head slightly afterwards. 

             ‘ honestly, this is perfect just like this. ‘ she smiled softly, her eyes opening slowly to gaze upon his ruggedly handsome facial features. ‘ remember me later that i owe you a massage of some sort, because this feel amazing. ‘ she let a small laugh escape her lips as she continued to admire him. ‘ thank you. ‘

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              emma plopped herself down on the couch, admiring all the work they’d put in on the interior of their new home. the photos were hung just right, with the occasional bit of crookedness to them; a mirror in the center of the wall, their television propped up on the stand they’d bought. it was almost perfect. 

   ‘ god, i am so tired. ‘ thankfully, emma’s father was alright with the two of them, pretty much, having one half of the house while he occupied the other side. it was pretty much like they were the only two there, in most moments. 

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She wasn’t taking it back. She was sitting here, smiling, touching him, not leaning away – Dylan couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips now, as he pulled her closer, stroking her hair.  He kissed the side of her head, and closed his eyes, content.  He only pulled away enough to lean his forehead against hers, wanting to be heard clearly when he spoke next.

“I love you, too.”  Sometimes he wondered if he’d ever come down from this high from being around her, but so far, it was a no. It was hard to describe the warmth that was welling inside of him; the adoration. He crazily wished that he was educated, better with words, so he could try to explain… Instead, he closed the distance between them.  “Thanks, Em,” he murmured against her petal soft lips, before he kissed her, trying to poor his feeling into it. It was the best he could do. But he would kiss her all day every day if that’s what it took. He loved her. He loved her so much it almost hurt; and instead, he was just soaring. 

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    no matter how long it’d been since it’s last, every kiss that she shared with dylan was like a new one every time; yet, there was a strong sense of familiarity. their lips fit perfectly, almost as if the two of them were made for this purpose. and part of emma believed that; she believed that she meant norman for a reason, that she began working at the motel for a reason, that she’d become so close with norma FOR A REASON. and that reason was dylan.

         emma’s mouth moved against his slowly, like if she moved at quicker, they’d both break into pieces or she’d wake up from this days long dream. she reached up with her hand, joining the other that had already been resting on his neck, to rest on the other side. she held him close to her and continued the movement of her lips against his. this was beautiful, in her mind. everything about them, was beautiful. slowly, leaving one more lingering kiss to his lips, she disconnected from him, her eyes remaining closed for a moment before opening them again. ‘ my dad would kill you if he knew you were staying the night with me. ‘ she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her lips, before keeping the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. 

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