The Queen Is After Me

"The first one you've done once since we got together and that's not because you thought we weren't anymore, second not at all and the third - that's just you and it isn't really a bad thing, people need to be in awkward situations sometimes." Emelia whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair. "You're kind, considerate, charming and handsome. You make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry sometimes but that's not always a bad thing either. I love you. You're perfect to me." she leant down to press her lips to his, "Never forget that, my Pretty Boy."

He kissed her back. "Still don't think that you know my name." He told her playfully.

Emelia laughed quietly.

He kissed her forehead.

Emelia brushed her fingers through his hair.

He watched the darkening sky.

(gotta go)

Emelia just watched him caringly for a few moments before following his gaze.

(( Night )))

"I love you so much Emelia."

"I love you too,"

"I noticed." He moved so that he was slightly over her and he kissed her.

"M'glad," She hummed, kissing him back.

He deepened the kiss slightly.

She matched it, knotting her fingers in his hair.

He gently pulled her closer.

Emelia pressed herself against him.

He carefully slid a hand up the inside of her shirt.

She leant towards his hand happily

He gently moved a hand against her.

Emelia unbuttoned his shirt.

When she had undone his shirt, he slid it off and he moved to undo hers.

She took here off without a moments hesitation, sliding her hand down his chest.

He noticed the hesitation and he looked at her. "What's with the hesitation?" He asked as he gently moved a hand down one side of her face.

"There was none," She hummed.

"Yes there was." He told her, before he decided to drop it and he moved to kiss her neck.

She leant towards his kisses happily.