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That was a shitty day to close an even shittier week, but at least Emma could relax a bit since her shift was finally over.
"See you guys around," she said, saying goodbye to her coworkers without giving attention to any of them "sadly."
The last word was said under her breath. Nora had been on her neck the last few days, and she didn't want another reason to have her boss demanding some 'good relations with her coworkers' or something along those lines. Emma didn't give enough attention to whatever that meant anyway.
Worries for another day; now she just wanted to go back home, take a long shower, and enjoy a relaxing evening with the person she was dating.
Paul. He was a dork, if Emma was honest, and an asshole sometimes. But he was never an asshole to her, and honestly, in Hatchetfield, the list of people she could say the same was very scarce.
She liked him. While Paul loved her. And Emma knew it.
"I'm home," she called, leaving her keys on the cabinet close to the front door. "For once the traffic in this shit town wasn't so bad."
"Hey," Paul met her at the entrance, giving her a quick kiss before pulling her to the living room. "How was your day?"
"Terrible." There was no need to sugarcoat it; Paul knew she hated her job and was into it just because she needed it, but once she had a chance, Emma would grab something better. "Flashy news: Hatchetfield's population is as shitty as yesterday. Some people even dared to give me some singing tips? The only tip I want from them is the green paper one; anything else they can shove down their own throats."
Emma throws herself on the sofa; she really wanted a shower but let her body relax a little against the cushions. It wasn't the best sofa ever, but it was better than Beanie's chairs. Paul only hummed in acknowledgment of what she said, and just then Emma noticed that the radio was on.
"How about your day?" It felt domestic to talk about their routine. Emma hasn't decided yet what label to put on their relationship, but she wouldn't mind the company to vent about her days. And the sex wasn't that bad either. Paul mustn't have had many relationships before Emma, or at least not many sexual encounters. But that was alright; he was always trying to please Emma, and in the end of the day it wasn't half bad.
"It was alright, nothing new, really." He sat beside Emma, quick to put her legs above his and rubbing aimlessly at her feet. "Now, Emma, tell me. What do you want?"
His fingers felt good; she was used to working on high heels all day, but she wouldn't deny a massage. It felt so good that she almost didn't catch the musicality in his question. Strange.
"A hot shower for sure and maybe dinner? I think we still have some takeout left, or we could order more. I'm sure as hell not in the mood to make food today."
Paul's hands stopped moving, so Emma took the opportunity to stand up, making her way to the bathroom. She didn't make very far before Paul's arms stopped her in her tracks.
"That's what you really want, Emma?" His arms felt strong around her midsection, and his lips brushed against her neck. Oh. So he was in the mood for that; the massage should have been an indication, but she was too tired to notice it.
Well, her shower could wait a little longer, or she could try to move things to the bathroom, but for now she lifted her head, exposing more skin for Paul to kiss.
"Hm, I feel like you already know what I want." He hesitated for half a second before his hands found their way towards her shirt and started to unbutton it.
The cold air touched her skin when her shirt was discarded to the floor, and she made a satisfied noise when her bra followed it. She turned around, feeling a sort of amusement when she watched Paul's face focus on her face and then on her boobs. She didn't have to say anything before he was leaning down to kiss them.
"Good boy," Emma breathed out, running a hand against Paul's hair. She gave a soft caress before tugging at his hair as he started to suck on her hardening nipples. He was getting really good at it, stimulating her just enough to make her want more. "Paul," she breathed out; the suggestion for them to move things to the bathroom had already formed on her mind before he knelt on the ground.
Paul really liked to please Emma, but even he had his boundaries clearly defined. And eating Emma out before a shower after a day's work was one of them; still, there was no hesitation when he made her skirt run down her legs, followed by her underwear right along.
In retrospect, she should have felt that something was wrong, but to be sincere, once his lips met hers, most of her thoughts left her mind.
"That's a pleasant surprise." The angle wasn't ideal; Paul hooked one of Emma's legs over his shoulder to give him more room to explore her, but things would be easier if she just sat on his face. It wouldn't be the first time anyway.
Still, it felt really good. Maybe Paul really knew what she wanted, or at least what she needed. It was a bit scary to let someone get so close and familiar to you. Emma wouldn't consider herself a coward, but the way Paul made her feel, as if she were finally someone's first choice, was such an alien sensation that sometimes it gave her butterflies in her stomach.
"Paul," the feeling of his mouth on her nipples was nothing compared to what he was doing with her clit; between the tip of his tongue and the sucking there, Emma was drowning in her ecstasy. "Fuck, don't stop."
She groaned when his fingers rubbed inside her; the leg that was keeping her up was almost giving up under all the sensations. They should move this somewhere else, anywhere else; there wasn't even a close wall or piece of furniture for her to support herself with. Maybe Paul had made it on purpose to feel her cling to him for dear life. If it was the case, it was working.
Suddenly Paul was on his feet, face wet with Emma's fluids; between the two of them, Emma had absolutely no problem wrapping her arms around Paul's shoulders and pulling him closer, seeking his lips and tasting the bitterness of herself on his mouth.
Intoxicating. She pushed her tongue inside his lips and moaned when he sucked it as well. Emma already missed the feeling of Paul's mouth on her pussy, but as compensation, his thumb rubbed rhythmically against her clit. Her inner walls clenched against his fingers. She was gasping, seeking air as her orgasm was building up. Normally Paul was more vocal in these situations, asking if she was enjoying it or if he was doing it right. Sometimes that could be a little annoying, but now it just seemed abnormal given their dynamic she was used to.
Her body brushed against his, and a part of her brain registered that he wasn't even hard, but, by God, she was so close and it felt so good!
She would make it up to him later, definitely. But now...
Now...
What she wanted was.………
Emma felt her troat closing up. Something cold and wet was being fed from Paul's mouth to hers. Emma's nails dug into her lover's shoulder skin; it once was a passionate embrace, but now she was trying to push him away from her. But the arms around her waist wouldn't budge.
She was suffocating, being unable to breathe around whatever the fuck Paul was doing to her. Her head felt dizzy and light; her vision was becoming darker, but before everything went into darkness, she could see Paul's eyes. He still looked at her as if she were the sun, but there was something else, something that Emma couldn't exactly identify, and it terrified her.
...
Notes and melody. Syncronized footsteps and humming.
Her vision came back slowly; she was still lying on the floor after Paul finally released her. Still nude with her limbs spread around in uncomfortable positions, not that she could feel any pain or discomfort from them.
????: Action
A booming, melodious voice could be heard, and only later Emma noticed it speak directly inside her head.
Pokey: The main couple finally takes the center stage now that the heroine can be seen in the spotlight.
Before Emma could understand what that meant, her body was moving; her torso rose off the ground, followed by her arms and finally her legs. Her head was bowed, and having a clear view of her own chest, she could see a hole where her navel had once been and blue (???) blood running down her legs. The sight made her stomach churn, which was strange because she was certain that her stomach no longer existed within her. Did something leave her body? Or did it just explode from the inside out after what Paul had forced down her throat?
Paul.
Her head was lifted as if a ghost hand had grabbed her hair so she could look around. Faces and people she might have known before, smiling and humming a melody she couldn't understand but was familiar to her, she could sing with them if she wanted to, but instead, she just smiled. Hard enough to make her checks hurt. There he was.
Paul.
The protagonist of the story. Her naked body moved toward his, not directly; instead, her steps fell into sync with the mob around her. They danced and sang around the couple, each move making the two come together and then...
Pokey: The climax
She still had a heart? Emma wasn't sure, but she felt as if something similar inside her jumped when she was finally within Paul's arms again.
Mechanically one of her hands rose to his face, caressing his cheek.
A waltz. The two of them danced slowly while the audience watched. Maybe she heard some applause, but she wasn't really sure.
Nothing in the world really mattered beside Paul. After that was what he wanted, right?
She looked into his face; a big smile was on his lips matching her own, but now she could clearly see it, the shine and the mix of hurt and despair in his blue eyes.
Paul still loved Emma and Emma realized that maybe she could love him too.
Pokey: And…End scene.