She tilts the redhead's chin up, eyes narrow for a moment and just the faintest hint of a smirk falls upon her lips. She's a civilian and an interesting one at that, Emily's followed her into a back alleyway and the Widow has her cornered against a wall. The Widow admires her, the ferocity in her expression and the persistence that has resulted in the Scot wiggling her way into the Widow's otherwise lifeless heart. She leans forward, catching Emily in what could be the first of many kisses.
for a moment she wondered if she’d lost her in transit; taken a wrong turn or even incorrectly guessed that she was following the shadow of the Widow down the darkened alleys she often clung to, if she didn’t instead decide on travelling via rooftop. she’d gotten rather good at finding her and often did wonder if it was intentional at this point; whether a part of her wanted to be found. it wouldn’t surprise her -- she always was in control, whether Emily cared to admit to that or not.
how she’d disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye only continued to confirm her thoughts. thoughts that she quickly lost herself in as she traversed the back alleys of the row; thoughts that caused her not to realise that she was being watched by the very being she was looking for. perhaps she should have been more afraid than she was when the Widow finally made herself known to her. cornered, she was; alone and in the cover of darkness, away from wandering eyes.
yet her heart was not beating so fast out of fear, but rather something that even she did not quite understand. for every step she took back, the Widow took a step forward. pinned, at that point; no method of escape, and yet she did not wish for a route. the intake of breath was sharp as her chin was tilted upward; forced to stare into intimidating eyes, yet she stood strong still. words threatened to spill from her mouth and yet nothing came, her heart just beat faster still.
call it a gamble that she meddled with this woman’s life for as long as she had, but she never doubted in the woman’s word; never once considered that she would be hurt, not even now. her reactions made no sense, right until lips pressed to her own and she realised just what it was that she was feeling.
only then did she feel scared, knowing that she cared for this woman more than she even knew. this woman who, for all intents and purposes, was a killer; had made it more than clear that she was such, and that she didn’t wish for change. how someone such as her could warrant such emotions was indeed a rather scary concept, and yet the idea faded away as quickly as it had come.
she could fight her own thoughts; she could say she knew the truth behind the woman before her, or that perhaps she had thrown herself far above and beyond her own capability. instead, though, she pushed all thoughts aside; brought soft hands up to cup the others cheeks and returned her kiss in kind.
