#emelita

[princess-lointaine]

silk white dress by emelita, with bow embellishments on the shoulders.

[emilysraincoat]

we want the smut ideas! emelita first?

Emily knew it was a bad idea last time, and she still knows it’s a bad idea now. Maybe worse than the first time. But she’s so tired of doing what she’s supposed to and things with Miguel have been falling apart since Cristo was taken from them and more than anything, she wants to be with someone without worrying if they’ll love her when the sun rises again the next morning.

Worn blankets draped around their bodies to protect against nightly chill, she tucks a lock of hair behind Luisa’s ear before kissing her. Slow. Luisa kisses without hurry, but with warmth that spreads through Emily’s entire body from where their lips meet. She could drown in it. But instead she pulls away and kisses down Luisa’s body. Her skin is scarred and tattooed and lived in. It is a home as much as a body. Emily wants to impress her adoration into every inch of Luisa, but instead makes a limited path from her jaw, down her neck, over each of her breasts in turn, over the swell of her belly, and then to her thighs which are always difficult to mark but Emily takes the time to do anyways. She doesn’t usually leave marks, and Luisa doesn’t usually ask, but they have an agreement that her inner thighs, right where the skin is soft and untanned, are an open canvas.

She lets her teeth dig in firm, but not too harsh to hear Luisa gasp above her. The air swallows it whole, buries the sound under dust and quilts and moonlight. No one can see them here. It’s just the two of them when Emily nudges Luisa’s thighs apart just enough to see that she’s wet, as if it wasn’t already obvious. She wants to touch, but there’s something holding her back, so she ducks down and keeps kissing Luisa’s thighs.

Lately, it feels like all she’s done is be responsible. She holds all the meetings about the business and the construction, she takes Dita to the doctor, she looks after their son, she goes to bed in cold sheets at night when Miguel has yet to make it home. And Luisa gets that. She’s built an empire from the ground up with a wrath bent from hell, has gone toe to toe with anyone and everyone who stood in her way. She’s strong, and now vulnerable with Emily, merely anticipating the love she deserves and Emily wishes she could shut off the pain so easily.

She kisses her way back up again and brings one of her hands to part the lips of Luisa’s pussy and coat her fingers in the wetness. It’s a familiar touch on either side, but she still hesitates before slipping one into heat and breathing in the shift of Luisa’s hips and her legs falling open more on instinct, in invitation. Emily would smile, but has better uses for her mouth, like using her tongue to find Luisa’s clit and begin drawing light circles around it. 

When soft moans begin to drift into the air, and calloused fingers bury themselves in Emily’s hair, she falls out of her head and begins to focus on now.

[emilysraincoat]

New emelita AU you say 👀👀❓ 🍑

So consider,,,,

- Luisa is a vampire. Born not turned, part of a small but tight-knit coven which holds territory over Santo Padre and Santa Madre. Mostly, they feed off voluntary donors, but sometimes theyll go for particularly bad people who the community is better off without.

- Sarah is a werewolf. Turned when she was only a child. She has no pack and no one to turn to, especially when the full moon comes and her carefully crafted control wanes. She does not want to be a monster. More than once she's begged her few friends to tie her down during the full moon just so she wont be able to hurt anyone.

- There's a well known, thousands of years old feud between vampires and werewolves. But as Luisa and Emily get to know each other, they begin to trust and to love and to protect.

- The two of them will often hunt together- only people who deserve to die, of course. Emily can track prey for miles, can tear a body to pieces. But she just incapacitates until Luisa can drink her fill, and then Emily will eat what's left until there's nothing there but bones

[emilysraincoat]

For kissing prompts Longing and Emily/Luisa please

Every time they kiss, they kiss like it’s the last time they ever will. Because it might be. Between the instability of the cartel, and Miguel’s paranoia at leaving his best friend with the head of Los Olvidados, and the imminent threat of death looming overhead constantly, Emily doesn’t know whether each kiss might be the last time she ever gets the chance to hold Luisa’s waist and feel close to her.

If only they had more time than these few brief moments on the front porch of Emily’s home, clinging tightly to one another. Glassy tears keep dripping down her face, and Luisa keeps wiping them away, a never ending cycle just like their lives trying to spend time together and figure out how long it might be before they can do this again.

Luisa still tastes like the coffee they shared this morning, catching up on two months apart with no phone communication- the satellite phone Luisa uses is for emergencies only. This time, there are a few gray hairs in Luisa’s curls, and her crows feet seem deeper. They’ve both aged, they always do, but it doesn’t matter as long as they keep returning to each other’s arms.

“How long will you be gone?” Emily asks when they finally break apart.

“I don’t know, but I promise I’ll always come back.”

Before she leaves, Luisa takes Emily’s hand and squeezes it reassuringly. A silent moment stretches between them before they’re forced to separate, wondering if they will ever see one another again.

[emilysraincoat]

Spring (Emelita)

Summary: When Spring arrives, so does Luisa

WC: ~1.1k

On a crisp spring morning, Emily rests along the riverbed with her face propped up on her hands. The bright green leaves are just beginning to unfurl on the branches, signaling the end of the harsh Winter. While she loves the Winter and its clean slate beauty, she’s lonely in the ice. Her sole friend, Luisa, spends the cold months hiding away and sleeping through the bitter frost, but it must be the end of it if Spring is arriving. These woods are Luisa’s, and the rebirth means she has emerged from her long slumber.

Emily flicks her hand aimlessly, so a spiral of water follows it in a beautiful twist for a moment before splashing back into the babbling brook she’s been in since the day she first opened her eyes and stared up at the cold sky. Born of ice and cold and frost, she’s been alone her whole life. Only a few years ago, the old woman who used to hold these acres in her care, and never liked Emily much, finally passed away. She left the space to young Luisa, fresh-faced like a dewdrop and with a sweet voice Emily can almost taste on the air.

The beginning of Spring when Luisa comes back is her favorite. Before her very eyes, the world seems to come into color, spreading from the place Luisa must be re-emerging from. Emily wants to greet her as she comes back, but she remains bound to her stream as she waits to be loved and cared for the way she’s been craving. Her hands are much warmer cupping Luisa’s face, her heart beats much stronger with Luisa’s in tandem, her life is much better when Luisa shares it with her.

Birds come first, chirping as they circle above Emily’s head. They’re a calling card to warn of the beauty about to come face to face with Emily like a deity emerging from the sun itself. When she was little, she remembers the stories the rain would tell of other nymphs like her, or sprites, or any number of other creatures, emerging from the water or the earth or the sun to bathe the globe in their natural beauty and talent. The last time they spoke to her, she must’ve been only eight years old. Maybe nine. It seems much shorter in human time, but she was still too young to be charged with a place of her own and expected to take care of herself for the rest of her long life.

A shiver runs through her body with the sharp breeze ambushing her wet hair. It looks pretty, luckily, when it’s sopping and clinging to her, but she wishes she could survive drying out. Emily would give the world to be able to greet Luisa upon her return, but she can’t survive out of the water for very long. She dries and cracks like the hard-packed banks during long droughts that threaten her fragile life in long summers.

After the birds come the rabbits, and the squirrels, and the grass, and the deer. They spread outward to breathe life from Emily’s stream. By now, they know her, and do not flinch away when she gently pets the face of a shy doe. Beautiful creatures.

The crack of a dead branch breaking draws Emily’s gaze up into the forest to see Luisa, emerging from the trees, her dark tresses in their usual braid of flowers and leaves. Perfect pink lips are parted, drawing in air to help her flushed cheeks as she lives for the first time in the spirit of new beginnings. Emily adores the knowledge that she will have company for the next long while.

“You’re back,” she says, a smile unable to resist blooming across her face.

“I always am.”

Luisa comes closer to the bank and kneels in the dirt, covering her knees in the replenished loose soil so she can cup Emily’s cheeks and kiss her. She’s always so warm. Life, true life, flourishes within her, so much more vibrant than what grows from Emily’s ice crystals when the temperature matches her blood. Soft calluses brush against Emily’s lips when the kiss ends, a loving touch, a remembrance, a promise. She was left behind, but she has not been forgotten.

Then Luisa slips down into the stream, soaking her soft garment in the angry waters, and joins Emily with the rocks digging into their bare feet. Up close, little freckles dust Luisa’s nose and cheekbones almost too minute to see if she isn’t explicitly searching for them. Little flecks of gold dance in her eyes too, melted, drops of sunshine and the way light dapples through the leaves overhead in the height of summer. Perfection comes from her kind voice when she reminds Emily how much she loves her, how much she’s missed her.

“I wish I could stay all winter, but I simply get too cold. My bones turn brittle. My lungs become glass.”

Emily thinks of the extra day Luisa spent at the turn of the solstice, how she had almost collapsed on her way to hide until warmth returns. “I know. I stay in the water, you stay in the woods. It’s what we’re made for.”

“But it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

When they kiss again, Luisa tastes like sultry Spring breezes and freshly picked citrus fruit, as though she herself is the season and not a keeper of the woods’ heartbeat. Even the slightest hint has the water levels rising around them, lapping at the grass and frightening the animals from its inconsistent edge. Emily can’t help it. She’s in love, she’s infatuated, she’s trapped within the confines of what she was built to become.

“I want to show you something the next time it rains.”

In the hard rain is Emily’s only chance to leave her home without fear of becoming a paper husk dehydrated in a matter of minutes. Those days are her favorite, when she leans against the rough bark of a tall tree, fingers digging into the dirt while Luisa kisses her hard and slides hands beneath her clothes to feel, to touch, to know. Emily does the same in the water, as though she can taste Luisa’s goosebumps by merely running the tips of her fingers over them. Alas, she can do no more than try to keep her warm despite having lips forged of snow in the coldest, darkest, bleakest night in late December before the New Year even thinks of showing its face to warn of Luisa’s impending return.

[emilysraincoat]

“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” + emelita?

It isn’t that Emily isn’t used to sharing a space with her wife and their two mischievous children, Cristòbal and Minnie, or the fact that sometimes snacks will disappear, but she knows for a fact the kids aren’t to blame for this.

Every now and then, Emily likes to enjoy a glass of wine. Unlike chocolate or cookies, no one else really has an interest in her secret stash for late night downtime spent relaxing in a warm tub with fragrant bubbles. And it’s on the top shelf even she needs a stool to reach, so the kids certainly didn’t get into it. That leaves only one culprit: Luisa.

She balances her phone between her cheek and shoulder as she folds up and puts away the stool, too tired tonight to go out and buy a fresh bottle. All week, work has been kind of overwhelming, and she was really looking forward to a calm night, since the kids are staying with Miguel and Ez specifically to give her and Luisa a night off.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe,” Emily says. She opens the fridge and looks in, hoping for easy leftovers to reheat. “Did you take my wine? And don’t say no, because we live together and you can’t blame this on anyone else.”

Luisa laughs in her ear, a sound that still makes Emily’s heart beat faster after all this time, and says, “Come to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you.”

“I thought you weren’t coming home for a couple more hours?”

The phone beeps at her, indicating Luisa hung up. She sighs and heads toward their room. She isn’t sure what to expect. Maybe some sexy lingerie, dimmed lights, the sort of thing one expects a couple does when the kids are out of the house.

But when she opens the door, Luisa is sitting on their bed with takeout from Emily’s favorite restaurant and two glasses of the missing wine. Paused on the TV is one of the newer episodes of Emily’s favorite show, clearly saved on the DVR she doesn’t remember setting, and Luisa sitting on the mattress in comfortable pajamas.

“We deserve an ‘us’ night,” she says with a smile.

And Emily falls in love with her all over again.

[emilysraincoat]

Come talk to me about Emily and Luisa and Emelita I'm in a very gay mood and I,,, lesbian,,,,,

[emilysraincoat]

“You know, you can stay if you want to.” For Emelita, please?

“I should really be going, it’s late.”

Luisa stands up, leaving a cold space at Emily’s side, and begins to gather her things together to go back home for the night. She has ways to get across the border should she want to, but it’s just after midnight and no matter what, Emily doesn’t feel safe letting her wander around this late. It’s scary. She’s seen too often the sort of things that can happen in this town. 

“You know, you can stay,” she says suddenly. Luisa looks at her with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, frozen in the middle of tucking her notebook into her bag. “If you want to, that is.”

One of Luisa’s rare smiles appears on her face as she nods. Every day, they seem more common, and Emily can’t get over how lucky she is to see this softer side of someone so many people idolize or demonize to further their own agendas. Luisa is human. She’s real. And she tastes like chapstick when she cups Emily’s face and kisses her.