good news and bad news: good news–update! bad news–i fibbed. it’s gonna be four parts instead of three.
i do apologize for the delay in update; i’ve had some shit, man. but here ya go, the promised angst! i’ve appreciated all of the messages and encouragement and asking after updates, it really helps me writing. thank you for reading my stuff, and thank you for yelling at me (especially those of you who do it so prolifically and in great detail, i love waking up to like 35 messages of hollerin’). this is still for my bk, whom i love madly.
Theoretically, part 3
“Wow. New mascara?”
“Hmm?” Emma looked up at Ruby, who was sitting across from her at their coffee shop. They sometimes met in the morning before Ruby’s shifts at the diner when Emma had a light schedule, so when Ruby had texted post birthday latte?, Emma knew she couldn’t say no. Ruby would know something was up if Emma was refusing free coffee, or even coffee she had to pay for. So she texted back an okay and now there she was, desperately hoping Ruby wouldn’t just know what she’d been up to last night with their friend Killian the manwhore.
Wishful thinking.
“I don’t know, your eyes look….big and sparkly. Since you usually only wear mascara, I figured you went out to treat yourself to some lash-defying goodness?”
“Oh, uh. No.” Emma took a hurried sip from her coffee and tried not to look so…satisfied. But dammit, her mind kept drifting to the night before. Flashes of Killian from different angles doing different things. Like having his head between her legs. Or that thing with his fingers all wet with her and smearing on her breast and…yeah.
“New blush?”
Oh God.
Emma shook her head, trying to dispel the image of Killian above her, his eyes boring into hers, looking for all the world like it meant something to him.
“Well, whatever it is, I want in on it.”
You already had it once, Emma thought sourly, and then she started to laugh. Until she started to wonder.
Had it been the same for Ruby?
Had he done the same stuff, made her feel all wanted? Made her feel like maybe there was something more to it than two friends having good sex together?
Did she feel like it was something more than two friends having good sex together?
theoretically–a cs au (3/4)
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