First Kisses // Emma + Sweet Pea - requested by @siriussblackx
Making her way back towards her friends through the crowded bar, Emma cursed under her breath every time someone bumped into her and her drink spilled over the top of the glass, splashing on to her arm. She could still feel his eyes on her back as he followed her through the crowds, and she held back a shudder. If she could just make it to the boys, it would be okay. She could get rid of him. She had a plan.
She could see them now, Fangs’ eyes searching the crowd and Sweet Pea towering around everyone around him even though he was sat on an empty table, and she made a beeline straight for them, pushing past the last few people with ease.
“Hey!” she breathed, shoving Fangs’ drink into his hands and putting her own glass on the table beside him and quickly moving to stand between Sweet Pea’s legs. He gave her a bemused smile when he spotted the look of urgency on her face, and Emma took a shaky breath as she placed her hands on his shoulders. “I am so sorry,” she whispered.
“Sorry for w-” Sweet Pea didn’t manage to finish his question, his eyes widening as Emma crushed her lips against his. It took his brain a few seconds to register what was happening (he was half-tempted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but the strangled squeal he heard coming from Fangs’ direction was enough to make him realise that this was reality) but when he did, his grip on his beer bottle tightened and his free hand came to rest on the small of Emma’s back as he held her closer to him.
She pulled away too quickly for him, his eyes still half closed and his hand still on her back as he vaguely registered the flash of Fangs’ phone as he snapped a picture of them (probably to send to Toni, who would most definitely not believe what had just happened), and Emma turned around to look behind her.
“What was that?” Fangs breathed.
“There’s a guy,” Emma hissed, turning back to them and making no attempt to move away from Sweet Pea. “You know I told you about Ryan from Toni’s photography class? The guy will not stop asking me out. It doesn’t matter how many times I say no, he just asks and asks and asks, so I told him I have a boyfriend and of course he’s here tonight and he’s seen me with you guys so I just- I panicked.”
Fangs’ eyes darkened as he scowled. “Want me to beat him up for you? Where is he, what does he look like?”
“No,” Emma rolled her eyes. “Has he gone? He’s got blonde hair and he’s wearing a green shirt,” she asked. Fangs and Sweet Pea both looked past her, neither of them being able to spot anyone matching Emma’s vague description.
Fangs shrugged. “He’s-”
“Still watching,” Sweet Pea interrupted and Fangs raised an eyebrow at his friend, watching as he reached behind him and placed his beer bottle down on the table. His hands landed on Emma’s waist and he pulled her closer to him, their noses almost touching. “Maybe you should kiss me again.”
Fangs scoffed loudly, but Sweet Pea ignored him as he kept his eyes on the girl in front of him. Her brow had furrowed slightly and for a second Sweet Pea was afraid he’d made a mistake, but then Emma leaned a little closer.
“Are you sure?” she asked him quietly. He didn’t answer, his answer sticking in his throat as he swallowed thickly and nodded his head. “Okay,” Emma closed the gap between them, slower than before as she pressed her lips to his.
Sweet Pea felt as though every single nerve in his body was tingling, he felt like he was on fire as his left hand moved from around her waist up to the back of her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her closer against him. Fangs could do nothing but stand there and stare at them awkwardly - he didn’t mean to, he wasn’t trying to be a creep even if that’s what he looked like with his eyes bugging out of his head as two of his closest friends were basically making out in front of him - but he didn’t know what else to do. Was he supposed to be supporting this because he knew how Sweet Pea felt, or was he supposed to be stopping this because he knew how Sweet Pea felt? He had no idea what was going through Emma’s mind, he couldn’t read her the way Toni could, he didn’t know the things about her that he knew about Sweet Pea. Emma was still a bit of a mystery to Fangs, but he thought it was telling that she had chosen Sweet Pea as her fake boyfriend for the night and not himself, considering she had known Fangs longer and was easily more comfortable with him. He’d be a bit offended if he wasn’t too busy trying to stop his head from exploding.
Emma’s grip on Sweet Pea had loosened, her arms draped around his shoulders as her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and he sighed into her mouth, his arm tightening around her waist. Feeling his tongue run along her bottom lip, Emma’s eyes snapped open and she pulled away from him, laughing weakly.
“You’re a really good actor, Sweet Pea,” she told him softly, barely hearing the whine that came from Fangs.
“Hmm,” Sweet Pea hummed, his hand coming round to cradle the side of her face and him thumb brushing against her cheek. He leaned forwards again, placing one last, soft kiss on Emma’s lips before pulling away, resting his forehead hers. “He’s still watching,” he murmured. “Okay,” Emma whispered, her teeth sinking into her bottom and her stomach twisting nervously as she made no move to step away from Sweet Pea. She was fully aware that Ryan was no longer watching, and she was beginning to wonder if he’d even followed her all the way back to the table. Fangs whined again. “You guys are gonna kill me.”
