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Aug 9, 2018

nothing you say (just being alone with you)

rating: M

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set in modern times, aubrey is a princess, destined to marry a man, emily is the local baker who’s barely making it by. the two meet a the farmer’s market and aubrey invites emily to teach her how to cook blueberry muffins. unsurprisingly, the two hit it off really well.

a/n: i’m sorry i haven’t written in a while and it’s my first time doing anything M rated. obviously mistakes are mine and feel free to yell at me about them. also, there is not angst? so go me. enjoy!

A farmer’s market isn’t really on the list of things to do for the day, but Aubrey’s finding that looking at future husbands is taking a toll on her and perhaps some fresh air and food might help ease her anxiety about it all.

The market is small, not at large as some of the other one’s but that’s alright by Aubrey. She doesn’t mind something more local over extravagant and large - even if her father insisted she go into the city. She passes by flowers, taking their beauty in before heading over to the bakery side next to the fruit stand. It’s there that her eyes catch an absolutely beautiful woman with dark brown hair and a smile that Aubrey’s entirely sure could make anyone’s day.

The woman looks up from her book as Aubrey hovers over the table of assorted baked goods. “Oh- oh my stars, hi.” She stands up, playing with her fingers, “It’s an honor that you’re here. How can I help you?”

Aubrey smiles, “I’d like to try one of your muffins, please. They look absolutely delicious.”

The woman beams, “Absolutely.” She takes a napkin, seeming to be choosy about which one to hand over. After picking one up, Emily offers the blueberry muffin, “Blueberry is my specialty.”

Aubrey carefully takes the muffin into her hands, “How much?”

The woman’s lips part in what Aubrey assumes as shock. “Uh- I,” she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “Two dollars?”

Aubrey looks down at her muffin, smiling before looking back at the brunette, “Is that a question or-” “No, no, two dollars.” The woman interrupts. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off.” She looks down at her hands.

Aubrey pulls her clutch from her bag, popping it open and taking out two single bills, handing it over to the woman. She takes a bit into the muffin, watching the woman put away the money and then look at her with wide, curious eyes. As soon as it hits her tongue Aubrey’s own eyes widen. It tastes incredible. Quickly chewing, Aubrey swallows and then says, “Oh my god. This is incredible.”

“You like it?” The woman grins with excitement, hands fluttering in the air. “Oh my stars, I’m so stoked!”

Aubrey laughs a little at the excitement. “You’ll have to show me how you do it some time.”

The woman’s brow shoots up, “For real?”

“Yes, of course. I’m Aubrey by the way,” She offers her hand to the woman, “Aubrey Posen.”

“I know who you are.” The woman shakes her hand, “I’m Emily Junk.”

“A pleasure to meet you Emily. When is a good time for you to stop by? I can have someone pick you up and everything.”

Emily waves her hand, “I don’t mind walking, really.” She laughs a little, “Seriously, I walk, like, everywhere. It’s not a big deal.”

The two set up a day and time. Aubrey is pleasantly surprised at how relaxed Emily seems. Unusually when she speaks with commoners they’re wrapped up so tightly that they can barely utter a word or the conversation feels stiff. And even though Emily’s holding up most of the conversation (bless her heart), Aubrey’s find Emily quite enjoyable to be around.

The first time Emily comes over it’s quiet at first. Emily seems to be in awe of the castle and the beauty it has to offer. Emily squeals in the garden and begins a ramble about her favorite flowers and a story of how the red rose came to be that involved Aphrodite and her lover Adonis. Aubrey knows the myth, but enjoys how animatedly Emily explains it.

When they arrive to the kitchen, Emily, for the first time, is absolutely speechless. Aubrey watches as Emily circles the large kitchen, letting her fingers trace over various ingredients and spices. How Emily inspects the ovens and pans.

“You like it?” Aubrey inquires with a smile.

Emily’s eyes are not on her, rather looking at the ceiling, “It’s incredible, it’s nothing like mine in my home.” With a soft laugh Emily shakes her head with wonder in her eyes, “I mean, of course it’s not, this is a castle.”

Nodding softly, Aubrey herself looks at the kitchen and wonders what kind of life Emily comes from, wonders what Emily’s own kitchen looks like. “Yeah,” she muses, “it’s quite grand.”

“Grand?” Emily looks to her, “it’s the dream.” She smiles, mouth hanging open just a bit.

Aubrey shakes her head, grinning, “Ready to get started?”

“Of course!” Emily practically skips to the center island.

The second time Emily comes over she seems a little more at home with the kitchen. It’s as if she went home and spent the next four days memorizing the place because she knows just about where everything is it. It’s impressive to say the least.

“So what do you do as a Princess other than attend events?” Emily asks, kneading the dough.

“Well I have a private teacher and I’m currently studying some rather boring things.” Aubrey explains as she cracks eggs open into a bowl.

“Like what?”

“Foreign affairs, Greek,” Aubrey shakes her head, “even at 23 I’m taking an etiquette class. I’m constantly reminded to be the most proper and formal person. It’s quite boring.”

“The Greek doesn’t sound boring, but,” Emily chuckles, “yeah the rest sounds pretty dull I won’t lie.”

Aubrey laughs, nudging Emily, “How dare you say that.”

Emily just beams.

The fifth time Emily comes over she’s a little sweaty from the heat, but Aubrey thinks she looks beautiful.

“You know I can always have the driver pick you up.” Aubrey watches as one of the butler shuts the door behind them and then looks to Emily, “Really, it’s no trouble.”

Emily heaves, walking towards the kitchen with a smile, “It’s good exercise.”

Hearing a buzz, Aubrey sits up in her bed and reaches for her phone from her side table.

text from Emily Junk: hi

Aubrey can’t help but be curious as to why Emily’s texting her a such a time - it’s nearly midnight.

text to Emily Junk: Hello.

text from Emily Junk: sorry it’s late. how are you?

text to Emily Junk: I’m alright. Just got back from an arranged date with a man from Germany. Yourself?

text from Emily Junk: oh

text from Emily Junk: i’m ok.

Aubrey frowns at this, furrowing her brow. There was something off about Emily’s response other than the obvious shortened word.

text to Emily Junk: Do you need something?

text from Emily Junk: i just want to talk

text from Emily Junk: not about anything specific

text from Emily Junk: just talk

text from Emily Junk: i like talking to you

Aubrey can’t help the smile that forms on her lips. It’s not just from the fact that Emily not only double texts and that she’ll send more than three at once, but from the fact that Emily wants to talk to her. She knows she’s in dangerous territory, developing feelings for someone who’s not on the list of men she can be with, but Aubrey feels like she almost can’t help herself.

Aubrey likes the fact that Emily doesn’t care that she’s a Princess, likes the fact that Emily actually cares what she has to say and dislikes any answer that sounds rehearsed. She likes the fact that Emily isn’t afraid to ramble or trip over her own words, that she is animated and excited about the small things. She likes the fact that Emily is carefree and genuinely kind. No one in her life is like that at all.

text from Emily Junk: how was the date?

text to Emily Junk: Quite boring. I really dislike the idea that I have to go on these dates

text from Emily Junk: you’re required?

text to Emily Junk: Yes, by my father.

text from Emily Junk: that kind of sucks, no offense to your dad.

text to Emily Junk: No, I completely agree. It does suck.

They start texting almost nonstop after that. Well, as nonstop as Aubrey can manage between classes, parties, events, and meetings. Nonetheless Aubrey feels happier than ever.

Aubrey invites Emily to come over a few more times and they spend an ungodly amount of time laughing and smiling. Emily likes making puns and showing her cute animal videos from Youtube. Emily even explains memes to her and vines, although Aubrey isn’t as fond of those as she is the animal video she shows her.

text to Emily: Do you have pets?

text from Emily: nope :(

text to Emily: Do you enjoy the company of horses?

text from Emily: yes!!

text to Emily: Would you care to join me on a ride? I can teach you how to ride beforehand.

text from Emily: YES!!

text to Emily: :)

The ride is beautiful and Emily, Aubrey thinks, is the best view the entire ride.

“Stop.” Emily covers her face with the hand not holding the reins.

“What?”

“Looking at me like that.”

Aubrey smiles, looking away from Emily to the valley ahead of her. “I don’t quite know what you’re talking about, Emily.” She teases.

It’s three months later when Aubrey says anything about her ever growing feelings and it’s then that Aubrey figures out why Emily had wanted to walk instead of have someone pick her up.

text from Em: sad

text to Em: What’s wrong?

text from Em: idk i don’t know why i sent that

text to Em: You can talk to me

text from Em: i’m really stressed about my living situation. my sales are doing poorly and it’s just really stressful and hard knowing that my dream is slipping through my fingers and it just really sucks and i keep thinking about my hamster who died last year and i’m just sad you know?

text to Em: I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?

text from Em: i just need someone to talk to

text to Em: Can I come over to you?

text from Em: u sure?

text to Em: Of course, silly. I’ve always wanted to see where you live.

text from Em: it’s not that great.

Emily send her the address and suddenly understands what Emily means. It’s not exactly the nicest area and the area is mostly run down apartments riddled with crime. Worry fills her at all the times Emily had walked here or left the castle in the later evening.

When she gets there she realizes Emily has the smallest kitchen Aubrey’s ever seen. It reminds her of a little college door she once visited. Nonetheless, they bake some cookies and watch Emily’s favorite movie, Mamma Mia.

Aubrey learns that Emily can sing and that if she wasn’t totally into Emily before, she was now.

As they’re laying in Emily’s bed together talking about anything and everything, Aubrey’s eyes can’t stop looking down at Emily’s lips. She watches as Emily bites her lip and that’s when Aubrey looks back to Emily’s eyes.

“Aubrey?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like anyone?” Emily’s tongue swipes over her bottom lip.

“Yes, I do.”

Emily frowns, “Oh.”

Smiling, Aubrey’s carefully puts her hand on Emily’s side, “I like you, silly.”

“Ohhh.” Emily smiles, wide and toothy. “For real?”

“Yes for real. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes!” Emily says excitedly, taking Aubrey’s head between her hands.

Aubrey grins, leaning over and gently kissing Emily.

They spend most of the night kissing and Aubrey finds every moment she feels happier and happier.

In the morning Emily asks more about these requirements Aubrey’s father has of her.

“So he’s making you find a man to marry?”

“He sets it all up,” Aubrey sighs, sitting up right in the seat she’s sitting in.

Emily frowns, “So you’ll marry a man someday even though you don’t like them?”

Aubrey purses her lips and nods, “Unfortunately.”

Shaking her head, Emily offers Aubrey a cup of coffee and joins her at the small table. “But it’s 2018, he doesn’t see that you can marry whoever?”

Aubrey brushes her fingers against the mug, “No.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

Shrugging, Aubrey picks up the mug and takes a drink of the coffee. “Admittedly, I’m afraid to.”

It’s months later at 5am when Aubrey’s getting ready for a class that she texts Emily.

text to Emily: It’s 5AM and I love you.

As expected, Aubrey doesn’t get a response but she’s content with that. It was just the other day that Emily had uttered it in the comfort of her apartment, tangled up in each other.

It’s around lunch time that Aubrey gets a reply.

text from Em: oh my stars. i love you too, bree

Aubrey is able to invite Emily to a small party a few weeks later and even helps Emily find something to wear as her usual attire wouldn’t pass in the eyes of the party-goers.

“You look,” Aubrey blinks, “amazing.” She walks up to Emily, putting her hand on the middle of her back as she looks into the mirror, admiring Emily’s figure.

Emily shrugs her in white dress, “I feel odd.”

“Yes, I suppose you do. I do quite prefer your usual attire.”

“Good,” Emily smiles, looking at Aubrey, “because it’s really all I have.”

The party is bland and Emily seems to be a lot more quiet than usual and Aubrey wonders if it was a good idea to Emily in such a position; talking to people who probably have no interest in her or her antics.

Grabbing Emily’s hand, Aubrey sneaks them off to her room, shutting the door and locking it.

“Oh my god.” Emily flops onto Aubrey’s bed. “I see what you mean by boring.”

Grinning, Aubrey joins Emily on the bed. “I’m sorry, you could be baking right now.”

Emily giggles, shaking her head, “No way, I mean, it was boring, but I’m glad I get to be with you.”

Aubrey just beams, looking over Emily.

Leaning in, Emily kisses her, soft and sweet.

Aubrey has some different ideas, having not been able to really take her eyes off of Emily the entire evening. She leans forward, capturing Emily’s lips.

Emily hums, putting her hand on Aubrey’s jaw, thumb rubbing against her cheek.

It’s moments before Emily shifts to kiss Aubrey’s neck, moving on top of her. “You’re so beautiful.” She mumbles against Aubrey’s skin.

Aubrey can’t help but whimper at Emily’s words, threading her fingers through Emily’s hair. There’s a thigh between her legs and Aubrey has to fight the urge to grind her hips into it.

Emily pulls back and Aubrey whimpers again, this time at the loss.

Aubrey opens her eyes to see Emily looking at her with what Aubrey’s come to learn as love. She can’t help the smile that forms on her lips.

“I love you.” Emily looks at her seriously.

“I love you too.”

“Can I take this off?” Emily’s fingers slide under Aubrey’s top of Aubrey’s dress, thumb rubbing against the edge.

Aubrey simply nods, letting Emily carefully unzip the zipper. When the dress is off, Aubrey pulls Emily back into a kiss, sliding her tongue into Emily’s mouth. She revels in the moan Emily makes and she takes that moment to toy with the strap on Emily’s own dress.

Emily beats her to the punch pulling the straps off her shoulders and stands up to take the dress off before climbing back into bed.

Immediately, Aubrey tugs Emily in for another kiss, fingers trailing down her side to her hip.

Emily shifts, moving on top of Aubrey, her tongue sweeping into Aubrey’s mouth. Her thigh manages to wedge between Aubrey’s own again and this time Aubrey can’t help but rock herself against it.

“Emily,” Aubrey feels Emily kiss down her jaw and to her neck, “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Emily gently grazes her teeth against skin, daring to nip at it.

“Please.”

Slowly, fingers dip under lace and into silky heat, stroking a slow rhythm. Aubrey swears this is what Heaven feels like.

A year later, Aubrey stands before her father, nervous as ever.

“I want to marry a woman.”

Her father raises a brow at her, standing from his desk. “Aubrey that simply isn’t done.”

Holding her head up Aubrey counters, “It’s 2018, I should be free to marry who I want. Are we not to set an example? This country has been supporting the community for years now and if I’m to marry a man just because that’s the ‘default’ then what kind of example are we setting?”

Her father is silent for once and then he nods, “It’s that girl Emily, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I know we’re not ready for that, but I’d like to request to see her in such a way.”

He shakes his head, hand waving in the air dismissively, “I don’t know Aubrey, the council will have a field day.”

“Is the council's approval more important than my happiness? I cannot rule as a Queen someday if I’m regretting everything else in my life.”

He sighs, rubbing his forehead, “We’ll have to do a thorough background check on her and do some research,” Aubrey’s heart swells, excitement filling her. “But alright, alright.”

Aubrey nearly squeals but holds back and composes herself, “Thank you, Father. Truly.”

“Don’t thank me yet, it will be years of learning who she is before anything serious can happen between you two.”

Aubrey nods, “Of course.”

It’s about a year and a half later that Aubrey is able to move Emily out of her dangerous apartment. She lives in one of the guest houses on the castle property and Aubrey is elated at the fact that she can visit Emily without having to sneak around or having to worry about other people bothering them.

Aubrey offers to fund some of Emily’s baking dreams and while at first Emily is hesitant, after Aubrey’s insisting Emily agrees to it.

And it’s about about five years later that the wedding of the century occurs. With Emily’s shop doing well and Aubrey married to someone she actually loves, neither of them could be happier.

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