goodglrlwrath:

                         ^{never has she ever loved the sound of her name as much as she does right this second;  dripping from audrey’s tongue like liquid gold.  it’s the sweetest sound,  the sweetest SONG she’s ever heard.  it’s beautiful & new – wonderfully foreign & she wants to hear it over & over again until her name is the ONLY one she knows & can ever say;  forever lost in this moment,  unable to think of anything else because hell,  emma won’t be able to forget it;  it will ring in her ears & she’ll have to grasp at her desk or somehow hide away her reaction to the record on repeat inside her skull,  scratching.  god, emma.}

                         ^{one final peck is placed on the now damp patch of skin;  a sign of her love,  her admiration.     ‘ she took two sleeping pills,  we’re fine. ‘  thank god for narcotics..     ‘ yeah,  that sounds good. ‘     it physically hurts,  but she puts a significant amount of distance between them.  yes,  it’s only for a moment but after being so close it’s all she wants & now she just feels empty.     ‘ come on .. ‘  I NEED YOU CLOSE AGAIN;  hurry.  she doesn’t say that,  though.  instead she crawls in her bed,  cloth shorts far too big for her frame hanging messily,  her shirt flowy & unbuttoned;  barely covering her breasts but shamelessly exposing her abdomen.     ‘ c’mon .. ‘     her hand outstretches as she lies back,  scooting so she’s now lying properly;  head facing the headboard instead of just flopping down & hoping somehow they’ll both fit.  but she’s a good girl & will lie in her bed properly,  never mind what she’s wanting to do there, honey curls framing her face,  tickling flushed cheeks.}

_{SHE’S   NERVOUS,   of   course   she   is,   but   it’s   hard   —   impossible   even   —   to   hesitate   for   long   when   emma’s   voice   is   practically   begging   her   forward.   the   sight   of   the   girl   sprawled   out   in   bed,   shirt   riding   up   and   shorts   barely-clinging   to   her   waist   is   an   invite   that   makes   audrey’s   throat   run   dry   ;   she   has   to   swallow   hard   a   couple   of   times   before   she   nods   wordlessly,   moves   forward   to   join   her.   it’s   a   bed   they’ve   shared   plenty   of   times   before   (   sleepovers,   harmless   hang-out   sessions   before   nina   drove   a   wedge   between   them   )   —   but   now,   as   she   climbs   into   bed   to   join   emma,   it’s   for   an   entirely   different   purpose.   one   that   has   her   heart   pounding   with   anticipation   as   she   situates   herself   next   to   emma,   dangerously   close   but   she’s   never   felt   safer.}

_{‘   —   you’re   sure   about   this,   right?   ’   it’s   a   question   that’s   breathed   out   against   emma’s   lips,   and   she’s   already   asked   it   —   will   probably   ask   it   again   –   because   she’s   not   worried   about   herself,   she’s   instead   preoccupied   about   making   sure   emma’s   comfortable   ;   making   sure   this   is   something   she   really   wants   and   isn’t   just   doing   on   a   whim.   still,   she   explores,   her   hand   drifts   to   emma’s   waist   and   moves   lower,   grips   emma’s   thigh,   squeezes   gently   &   pulls   her   closer   as   her   hand   strokes   circles   into   the   warm,   exposed   skin,   almost   too-close   to   where   a   certain   heat   radiates   that   makes   it   too-hard   to   think   clearly.   ‘   because   we   can   stop   —   any   time   you   want,   ’   she   reminds   her,   hitched   breath   in-betwen   as   her   hand   trails   a   little   higher   and   she   leans   in,   kisses   emma   again   but   this   time   it’s   more   confident,   deep   &   passionate,   and   god   is   she   too-warm.}