Selina Skies
December 11, 2020 7:48 AM
First impressions by Selina Skies
“Oh Ema, you’re not wearing that, are you?”Ema, who demonstrably was wearing that, merely answered with a nod that was made more of raised eyebrows than head movements and clearly added ‘And what?’ to the confirmation of her intention to continue donning a blue knitted sweater with white Scandinavian patterning, complete with two roaring dragons where the reindeer would normally be.
“I just don’t think it’s exactly suitable for meeting your boyfriend’s parents,” Selina chided. “You want them to take you seriously, don’t you?”
“Oh come on, Mom,” Krissalyn interjected from the sofa where she was nibbling cold roast potatoes. “If what’s-his-name-”
“Killian,” Selina and Ema both chimed in, giving each other defensive looks as if each had stepped on the other’s territory.
“Right. If Killian showed up here the day after Christmas wearing a Christmas sweater, would you cast him out and forbid him to see your daughter - if you didn’t already know him?” Krissalyn asked Selina, although she gave Ema a slight I still can’t believe you did that’ smirk. Her own life revolved around trying not to crunch Dani the Dragon figurines under foot (because dang, those things hurt), and reading ‘The Cheerful Little Wizard Hat’ several times a week and having to get it word perfect each time, because her audience would know if she’d skipped a single word, whether through deliberate intent or just mind-numbed tiredness. Living vicariously through Ema’s rebelliousness was fun.
“No,” Selina admitted. “I might think he was a bit peculiar though,” she stated. “First impressions count.”
“And their first impression will be that I am a dork who likes Christmas sweaters. Which is both accurate, and highly suitable for their son, also a dork,” Ema countered.
“Ema, that’s not a very nice thing to say about him. He’s not a dork,” Selina scolded.
“He gets excited about university pamphlets. She told me,” Krissalyn chimed in. “He sounds like a dork,” she added, flashing Ema a grin, and somewhat relishing the fact that name calling her sister’s boyfriend counted as being supportive.
“You’ve never even met him,” Selina pointed out, “And that’s not the point.”
“If Killian shows up to collect me wearing a tux, I promise I will change,” Ema swore seriously. “And if his parents are mortally offended by Christmas sweaters, I suspect I cannot keep up enough of an act to please them. But I’m sure they won’t be.”
“I know you think I’m nagging, but I just care about you. I want it to go well for you,” Selina promised wrapping an arm around her daughter.
“I’ll be fine,” she promised, leaning into the hug, knowing that however annoying her Mom was being, she really did mean that. She didn’t say ‘They produced Killian, how serious could they be?’ because her Mom had also produced her, and she definitely didn’t want to tempt fate. And she had to admit that, after the whole letter incident, she was kind of nervous. However, she really didn’t think a Christmas sweater was going to be the make or break issue, and she figured that setting a realistic impression was better than trying to be something she wasn’t. And even if that didn’t go down well with everyone, at least Killian liked her.
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Selina Skies
First impressions
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Killian Row
December 11, 2020 9:15 PM
Are they really that important? by Killian Row
The Row household was doing the same things they always did. Glen was outside, watching the trees or something nature-y. Bonabelle was sitting at the dining table, swinging her feet and reading a book with the cover off. Killian was standing in the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea and ignoring his mother."You can't wear that, Killian," Biddy Row said with nervous, flitting hands as she tugged at the part of Killian's collar that stood out over his sweater. "You look like a guidance counselor."
"I am a guidance counselor," Killian huffed, gently pushing his mother's hands away. It was clearly not the first time this argument had happened, but there was no malice in his voice nonetheless. "This is what I look like. Ema is fine with that."
"Ema could do better," Bonabelle called, smirking when Killian shot her a smirk.
"You're not wrong about that, kid. Ma, stop," he huffed again as she made another pull for his collar.
Biddy huffed as well. "I just don't know why you need to dress like that when you're at home. You should be comfortable."
"Grandma, I think Uncle Killian is comfortable. He's wearing a sweater and a shirt. And trousers," Bonabelle said, adding the last with a grateful look back at her uncle, who dipped his head. As she said it, Glen came back inside.
"You look handsome, son," he said, smiling proudly at his youngest. "Biddy, leave the man alone."
"I'm just saying, if your father can wear that," Biddy muttered, giving her husband a once over. Bonabelle and Killian exchanged a glance and then looked away to cover their mutual giggles as Glen tried to decide what was wrong with his patchy sweater that was probably brown once but was now a sort of mottled grey.
"I'll be back," Killian told his niece as he passed her on his way out of the house, smiling a little more like a schoolboy than he would let either of his parents see.
He disapparated, appearing at the exchange station where he'd be meeting Ema. He couldn't help fidgeting a bit, as he was now extra self-conscious of his simple, nice outfit. He wanted to wear something that was him, and he didn't want to put on airs for Ema, but he couldn't help worrying that his mother was right. What if he seemed stiff or awkward? He was pretty sure he looked handsome enough, that was part of why he liked these sorts of clothes, but he couldn't be sure. Ema had never seen him in the winter and it was a far cry from his swim trunks. Still, Killian was pretty famous for remaining mostly calm, so he pushed the thoughts aside and waited, having arrived a few minutes before Ema was set to.
A rack of informational pamphlets and maps caught his attention and he glanced around, feeling like he was about to be caught doing something naughty in public. Finding that no one else found these half as interesting as he did, he closed the distance between them and settled in to occupy himself with whatever he could find that was better than Best Historical Sites in Dublin, Most Haunted Ireland, or Pub Crawl Ireland's Magical Countryside.
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Ema Skies
December 12, 2020 3:43 PM
Some things matter more by Ema Skies
Ema had been through a fair number of transport exchanges, of all varieties. Some were barely more than abandoned hillsides whose only qualification was 'far from Muggles' but others had started to realise that the people who came there sometimes needed to wait, and where people had to wait, you could sell them coffee. And they might like to sit down or get information about the city they had just landed in, but the main point was that things could be sold. Dublin's interchange seemed to have got itself together, and whilst the portkeys themselves landed on an open stretch of land (no doubt fairly far from the actual centre of Dublin) it had a small collection of buildings, where people could pass time, connect with the Floo, or wait for arrivals. Where Killian would be waiting.She took a moment or two to sort herself out, although as a seasoned traveller, she landed on her feet and was not feeling too disoriented. But having too many loose things that could catch or fall off was ill-advised for Portkey travel, and so she took a moment to untuck her pink and purple braid from the collar of her jacket, and to pull her watch and the bracelet from Killian out of her pocket and put them back on (tapping the latter so it displayed the correct time). She moved as she made these adjustments though, impatient to get to the other side, and the person who was waiting there.
Waiting, as she found, with his nose stuck in a pamphlet. She contemplated sneaking up and grabbing him, but she had never been a good sneaker. She always giggled and gave the game away, or hesitated too long to make a bold move. Also, between the copious streaks of pink and purple in her hair, and the bright yellow jacket she was wearing, she wasn't exactly well camoflagued. And maybe, aware as he was that he was here to meet someone (someone pretty special, even if she did say so herself), perhaps he wasn't as engrossed in the pamphlets as he looked.
Anyway, somehow, between all those factors, he looked up before she had quite had a chance to pounce on him from behind, which meant she got to pounce on him from the front instead. That was better because it was the way transport pick ups were supposed to be, where you ran (even if it was just a few steps) to close the distance to the person you were dying to see and threw yourself into their arms. She stretched up, wrapping her arms around Killian's neck, perfectly happy for him to lift her up and twirl her or just squeeze her against him like he was never letting her go again, so long as his arms were round her in return.
"Hey there, beautiful human," she breathed, greeting him on the exhale, and taking in the soft, familiar scent of him on the inhale, burying her face against the nearest available part of him. She slid back just enough to be able to look at him, making no move whatsoever to be out of his arms. Her own slid down to rest for a moment on his chest, where one hand tugged the other free from its glove. She reached up, running a hand through his hair, down his cheek. She couldn't stop staring at his face. His eyes. They were looking how they were because he was looking at her. There was something hypnotic about staring into someone's face when they were staring at something they really liked, because humans just looked so lovely when they did that, but even more so when that beautiful thing was you.
"I missed you," she stated softly.
Her hand had traced its way down his jawline. She was reminded of the lake house, and the one time he had kissed her before. It was strange to think that that had shocked and surprised her, when now she was pretty sure her body was doing its best to just melt into the person she was holding, and who was holding her back.
"I missed you like... stupid, ridiculous loads much," she emphasised, because she was pretty sure that if she didn't keep telling him she had missed him, she was going to say something stronger than that, which would be stupid.
She crept her hand across his cheek, bringing her palm to rest just by his mouth, and then found herself stumbling slightly as she tried to work out how to give him permission - she was fairly sure he was going to wait for it, and it sounded weird to just bequeath it but every way of phrasing it as a question also sounded awkward. Her eyes moved to her hand for just a moment before finding their way back to his eyes, trying to look encouraging and hopeful, and giving him a little nod of permission, her hand edging just a fraction closer to his mouth in case he needed more hints.
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Ema Skies
Some things matter more
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Killian Row
December 13, 2020 4:02 PM
Like you. by Killian Row
He couldn’t help looking up when he saw Ema out of the corner of his eye, in part because he couldn’t help seeing Ema out of the corner of his eye. She was unmissable, except, of course, that he’d missed her very much. It was a silly thought that he had as they rushed to close the distance between them, a huge grin blossoming on his face, that he was glad he’d worn what he’d worn. She’d dressed like Ema, and he’d dressed like Killian, and finally, after way too bloody long, they were here together.If he could have decided right then and there, as his arms wrapped around her and hers around him, that he was never going to let go, he would have. Except for stuff like the bathroom because that was weird to do whilst entangled. But then he would have missed getting to see her face, so he settled for just holding her as tightly against him as he could without smushing her, his taller frame naturally bending some as if to keep out everything else in the world.
“Hey,” he grinned when she greeted him, and it felt so good to have her there against his chest. She pressed her hand against his face and into his hair and he closed his eyes to press himself against her, perfectly content to be loved on that way. He thought momentarily of doing the same for her, as he very much wanted to touch her face and her hair and everything else, but he was still not ever letting go, which meant both hands were occupied with holding on to her. Perhaps someday he could be convinced to let go then, as he would need his hands at some point. But not yet. Instead, when he opened his eyes, he just watched her, feeling melty and perfect.
“I missed you too, love,” he said a little more softly, hoping to make sure she could hear how genuine it was. This wasn’t a game of repeating after her, this was just a case of her having beaten him to the punch. “You’re so beautiful and small and you smell nice and you’re just perfect and I’m keeping you,” he added, nuzzling his face back down into a hug for a moment before pulling back up to look at her.
She was suggesting something with her face and her eyes and her hand and . . . Killian raised an eyebrow as he slipped one hand away from her waist, resting it on the back of the hand against his cheek. He pressed his face into it for a moment, searching her face. When she gave the slightest nod, he smirked and turned his face, his eyes on hers for just a moment as he pressed his lips against her palm. Then he closed his eyes and tipped his head, resting her hand between his cheek and his own hand again.
"A big part of me," he said, flicking his eyes open to smile at Ema. "Wishes we could stay here all day like this instead of going back to my parents' house."
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Ema Skies
December 13, 2020 9:34 PM
Like how you make me melt by Ema Skies
"Not that small," Ema grinned back, clearly not offended. In fact, she was smiling at the fact they already seemed to have a running joke. She leant on his easily reachable shoulders, not having to raise herself up too much to be looking him dead in the eye. In fact, she would have had to duck to tuck herself in against his chest, though she was perfectly happy to do that because it seemed like it would be super nice and cosy there. Maybe later. There were many things she wanted to do, and she was torn between being all big and letting herself be small, and between jumping up and down with excitement and just being quietly content in his arms. She also wasn't going to argue with the rest of his compliments. Ema was not one of those people who founded being complimented embarassing, especially when she really liked the person giving them.He took his time, carefully confirming her request before placing the kiss on her palm. It tickled lightly, and it made her want to wriggle. She thought she had been close to him before, that they were holding each other tightly right now, but the feeling of the kiss ran down her spine like a tingling spell, making her feel like it was absolutely possible that she might melt into him. She certainly squished another few degrees closer, in spite of the fact there was no space left to close. She let him hold her hand against his cheek, twining the other one back into his hair. She watched the quiet contentment of his closed eyes, fairly sure he would have seen exactly the same in hers right after kissed her. And she could feel, in the way his hands held onto her, and the way that every inch of air between them was too much, that 'contentment' was not the right word.
"We should be doing that," she confirmed, when he mentioned getting back to his parents' house. Her tone carried all the same enthusiasm and commitment as one might express about filing all their paperwork on time. Although, this was Killian, and maybe he really did file all his on time, and that was a bad analogy. Her tone implied that she was certainly in no hurry.
"Although..." she added, pulling his face closer, nuzzling him nose to nose. "You didn't get a kiss yet." A fact he was, she suspected, acutely aware of. She swallowed back a wave of self-consciousness. She brought her hand down from his hair, running it over his cheek, coming to rest again by his mouth.
"How about..." she asked, running a thumb over his lip, "here?"
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Ema Skies
Like how you make me melt
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Killian Row
December 15, 2020 11:35 AM
The cutest little kneazle puddle ever. by Killian Row
Killian stretched up onto his toes and craned his neck like a kid trying to insist they were taller than their sibling. "No, you're very small," he insisted with a smirk.Truth be told, there was nothing about Ema that was small. She was as big and bold and beautiful as the colors in her hair or the wit in her voice and she made him feel all sorts of warm. When he kissed her palm and she pressed herself still closer against him - a risk he wasn't sure he wanted her to take considering how he felt in that moment and how possible it was for her to notice that - she felt big like the starry sky.
He groaned theatrically at the idea of getting back to his parents' house, although he wasn't entirely convinced he could be talked out of doing exactly this same thing there. The station was magicked to be warmer than the blustery Ireland December that awaited them outside, but it wasn't as well done as Sonora's little magic bubble and it was chilly here. While that might have been a good reason to hurry home, it was a perfectly good reason in his book to snuggle closer instead. It sounded like Ema agreed wholeheartedly, although he doubted that extended to let's do this in the kitchen with cookies and tea nearby.
Her nose, he found out as she leaned in and pulled him closer, was indeed very boopable. Before she finished her sentence, he reached a finger up and tapped the end of it lightly, making a boop sound in a falsetto voice before returning his hand to its favorite spot on her waist and grinning at her. The rest of her face also seemed very touchable. And soft. The fact that his hands were not near her mouth made him think that that wasn't the kiss she was talking about when she did finish her sentence, though, and he was wildly surprised at the level of nerves that erupted in his stomach.
A much bigger part of him than he was proud of wanted to pay off the ticket clerk for use of the back room for the next little while, and kissing or making out on the platform was absolutely in line with some of the those sorts of thoughts. At the same time, this mattered more than any sorts of kisses he'd had in a very long time and he wanted to watch the snow melt around them as they burned together. Not that the weather charms here would allow snow, and not that it was snowing outside anyway, but still.
It tickled his mouth when she brushed her fingers along his lips and he searched her eyes as best he could from underneath his dark lashes at this angle. "I'd like that very much," he began in a low voice that probably came out hungrier than he meant it to. Being this close really was a risk for her at this point but they were all adults here. "But, Ema," he added, before she could act on that or not. "You know you don't have to? I'm just as happy to see you, just as ridiculously excited and just as thrilled and . . . all of that. Even if you don't want to change any of your boundaries?" His hands tightened, pulling her towards him again as he inhaled all the ways she smelled good. "I am more than happy to oblige." And then his hands relaxed again, almost keeping her back a little. "But also, I am more than happy to wait or to never change your boundaries." He felt bad trying to reassure her that way, because he didn't at all mean to suggest she hadn't already thought it through, but he also knew how easy it was to push your own boundaries for the sake of holding on to something you really wanted. He had to make sure she knew that she could hold on from several inches away as well. At the same time, unless she said that's what she wanted, he was not about to put himself any further away than he already was.
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Killian Row
The cutest little kneazle puddle ever.
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Ema Skies
December 15, 2020 9:47 PM
What goes 'purr, purr, splomp?' by Ema Skies
Ema stretched herself up with a huff and a pout, looking very much like one of those small animals that absolutely was gonna fight something three times its size and not admit that it was smaller. It was good to be silly and to giggle whilst holding onto each other as well as...everything else. Or, as well as all the kinda.... sexy(?) stuff. Because apparently 'everything' else included noseboops, and she would firmly put those in the first category of being bouncy and fun. She guessed there was also being smushy and romantic, which was mostly talking and squeezing, although it was hard to establish where exactly that slid into more suggestive displays of affection.
Unsurprisingly, Killian wanted kisses. Judging by the way he said it, and by the way everything just felt a little more urgent and intense in how he held her, he really wanted kisses. He also wanted to be sure that she was safe, and confortable and happy, and it was nice how rapidly that was also ceasing to be a surprise.
"My boundaries are not kissing strangers, and not kissing people who don't seem to be offering any kind of commitment," she reminded him, "So, those aren't changing. You just more than qualify for being on the other side of them now."
Which was exactly the kind of thing you said right before you kissed someone. She leant a little closer, catching on a slight hesitation as she got a hair's breadth from his lips. She was not adverse to public displays of affcetion, as such, she was just acutely aware of the fact that she had not kissed anyone for quite some time, and that even when she had done, all the people she had kissed in her life (a number that could be counted on less than one hand) had kissed her very differently. She knew it was a ridiculous thing for someone aged thirty to be worried about, but there was every possibility that she was either actually bad at this or had forgotten how to do it. She couldn't imagine kissing someone in public, and having them pull back surprised, or ask 'What the heck was that?' or for someone looking at her to think that. Normally, she could brush off what other people might think about her - her hair, her clothes, her wild amd bouncy energy. But that, she supposed, was because from surface level to deep all the way down, she liked all of those things about herself. She didn't dislike how she conducted herself in relationships, but it was a chink in her armour, where self-consciousness could wiggle in and make her care what everyone was thinking when they looked at her.
The swirling crowd around them did not matter, she told herself firmly. Killian, she trusted, would not react like that even if it was horrible. She could trust him because he was her boyfriend. Or he was her boyfriend because she could trust him. Both, really. It fed into itself. And he was sweet and trustworthy. And kissable.
"I want to kiss you," she confirmed, in case he had felt her hesitation and was reading the wrong thing into it. "A lot," she added, enjoying the ambiguity of whether that was level of desire or amount of kissing, and the answer was that it was definitely both.
Before Killian could make any wise cracks to that effect, she leaned in, planting a slow and deliberate kiss against his mouth.
He did not immediately yell 'ew' which was obviously a good sign. She explored his lips with hers, feeling the scratch of his scruff against her face, and finding the little soft spot in the middle of all the roughness. Which was also a pretty good metaphor for Killian himself, in the swirling bustle of a world that somehow never quite moved at the right pace for her. And which she now wanted to firmly shut out in favour of the person in her arms. She kissed him two or three more time, or maybe it was only one. She gave him more kisses, but she also didn't at any point, fully break away, and it was rapidly sliding into the point where the idea of each individual kiss could not be defined, they were just kissing. Present tense continuous.
Like a big primordial soup of kissing. No. What the heck? Why did her brain always throw up the weirdest images?
She pulled Killian closer, not entirely sure that she wanted to like... full on sloppy make out in public, but also not totally sure that she didn't, in that she didn't want to stop kissing him yet. She was pretty sure he was being guided by her, and she was pretty sure she had no idea how to be the driver in this situation. She pressed her lips a little more forcefully into his, trying to hint that he could kiss her any way he liked, and trying to feel and respond to anything he was asking with his own.
Until she had to come up for air. There was a somewhat literal element to that, in that the hint of winter air that was creeping about made for stinging, slightly stuffy noses, but more in the metaphorical sense. Kissing was like plunging yourself underwater. The whole world around you transformed, as solid reality gave way to feeling like floating and a whole new landscape to explore. But it wasn't a world you could stay in forever, how tempting and wondrous and beautiful it was proving to be. Some people could stay under longer, of course, using bubblehead charms to dive deeper and explore further, but Ema had always been hesitant to push too far from the surface. At some point, as you swam, your lungs started to burn, and you had to head back up. To draw air, to check where you were in relation to the land and re-orient yourself. Conversation was Ema's oxygen. Talking, checking in, seeing the feelings in someone's face - those were all the things that made it safe to dive.
Slowly, she pulled back. At first just enough to breathe, but then far enough to see Killian's face. She wasn't quite needy enough to actually ask if that had been nice, because that sounded super awkward and nothing she was getting from him suggested anything else.
"You said something about staying here and doing this all day, right?" she asked playfully, leaning in to be nose to nose, and very much available if he decided to take her up on that.
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Ema Skies
What goes 'purr, purr, splomp?'
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Killian Row
December 16, 2020 11:09 PM
A kneazle of course. by Killian Row
Killian smiled, chuckling softly at Ema's logic. Logic was admittedly not his strength immediately before a kiss was about to maybe happen. It was one reason he tended to lean on habits - and checking for consent was an important habit to have formed - and stopping things before they got beyond his logical thinking to make sure he did the consent check. He was also most fond of the sorts of kisses and other things that occur when both parties are very into it, so consent checking was something that occurred throughout any ordeal, as was the case when Ema paused again and he looked back and forth between her eyes, checking for any sign she wasn't alright. Whether she was aware that's what he was looking for or whether she just knew he'd need to know, she gave her consent again - eager consent! - and kissed him.He had kissed rather a lot of people before, but there was nothing ever like a first kiss with someone, and it had been a very long time since he'd kissed someone he'd cared a great deal about. The last time that had been the case, the kiss had come before the caring, and his capacity to care had been greatly different. Which meant that this was the first first kiss he'd ever had like this, and he did not want it to end at all ever. Ema, it seemed, did not either, and the moment was drawn into fuzzy time, where anything could be happening at any moment and the only things that mattered were the two of them standing there, the authors of their own perfect moment.
Ema pulled them closer in this little moment they were writing, and he did the same, doing his best to match her and give back to her without pushing them off the edge of what was appropriate to do in public. Considering this was a place for travelers to be at the holidays, Killian doubted they'd be the first or last couple to kiss a bit more heavily than was generally appropriate here today.
The moment ended and Killian took a breath that tasted like Ema and discovered that it was his very favorite taste in the whole world, which was saying something considering just how much he liked food. He smiled, his lips tinged red with a blush and his face tingling with adrenaline and warmth, but unfortunately, he and Ema had both been wrong, and they did eventually have to make their way to his parents' home.
The little house on the shore of a lake was isolated, and Killian saved them the trouble of having to walk up the entire path from town - although it was a quaint, charming walking and he did sort of hope they'd have time to take it later in Ema's stay - by apparating them very nearly to the doorstep. Apparating still made him a bit nervous but saved them some trouble - his mother had insisted on disconnecting their house from the main Floo network when she'd quit work because she'd gotten so sick of people stopping in uninvited to ask her opinion on projects she had retired to get away from - and he was pleased not to re-splinch himself this time; it would have been more than a bit embarrassing to do so with Ema there, and he wouldn't want to splinch her of course.
"It's a bit warm," he warned her before opening the door. "We've been baking," he explained with a cheerful grin.
When he did open the door, it was to an onslaught of smells, mostly coming from baked goods that were cooling on the counter and a number of cooking pots and other dishes that Biddy Row was working with as well. Bonabelle was still reading her book, although she'd made significant progress in it. She closed it with a snap as she saw her uncle and Ema enter, and she raised her eyebrow at the former with a wry expression. Killian tried not to think too much about that but couldn't help a proud little smile before turning back to Ema. "Welcome to my childhood home," he said with a grin, clearly not the least bit shy about this. "Oy," he called back to his parents. "We're home!"
Killian's mother turned with a smile, her dark hair and easy grin matching her son's perfectly. His father got there first though, having pushed himself away from the table with Bonabelle at the sound of the door opening. His hair was dark as well, but it was his eyes that matched Killian's, as the man's hair had faded to a soft, wispy grey, and his face was clean shaven, although they otherwise looked very much alike.
"This is my da, Glen, and me mam, Biddy," Killian said, introducing them together for sake of ease. "And that's Bonabelle, my niece," he added, gesturing at the girl, who waved with the flat smile of someone who was trying to act disinterested. The whole family had dark hair, but all spoke with different accents. While Bonabelle's English voice was silent at the moment, Biddy introduced herself with an Irish lilt that made Killian sound far more American than any of his students ever thought he was - "Hello, dear, it's great to meet you!" - and Glen's gruff demeanor was broken with a playful, lopsided smirk, and Scottish accent - "Yes, very good to meet you, sweetheart."
OOC: Time jumping approved by Ema's author.
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Killian Row
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Ema Skies
December 17, 2020 6:10 AM
A kneazle that you melted by Ema Skies
Ema pulled her head up from Killian's shoulder, taking a sharp breath of air and looking slightly alarmed."Sorry. Portkey, Floo and that in quick succession," she mumbled, taking another breath, "And it's been a while since I was side-alonged," she added, hoping that was enough to explain the look that had been on her face. She thought that it was pretty common for adults to get unused to side-along, and to not enjoy the process very much. In her case, there was also the fact that almost all the side-alongs she'd done as a child had been with either a Transfiguration mistress or a trained auror, and that they were a lot smoother at it than Killian. But she didn't want to knock his confidence, especially given his summer splinching, or make him think she didn't trust him. She absolutely did. Even if his tecnique could use work. "Thanks for the ride," she smiled, giving his arm a quick squeeze.
"Good!" she stated, when he said that inside was warm. Because outside was freezing. She had experienced cold a few times in her life, and she found it sort of interesting, but after the relative warmth of being in a Floo network and Killian's arms, she was not ready for it just yet, and was already shivering. Though she did take a moment to puff a breath out into the air, enjoying the novelty of seeing it form in front of her. "Look! I'm a dragon!" she grinned. "Oh, speaking of which, your parents aren't offended by people who show up to meet them wearing novelty Christmas sweaters, are they?" she checked.
Once those important matters had been dealt with, they made their way in, a waft of richly scented air greeting them. It somehow smelt of all the comfort of home whilst smelling nothing like Ema's own was ever likely to, and even including some smells she wasn't sure she recognised. But it smelt like baking and cooking, and things being made with love, and-
Oy!
Was that as rude as it sounded to her, or was that just like 'hey' if you were Irish? She didn't have much time to consider before there were people bustling out to meet and greet her. At least two of them seeming happy and enthuasiastic about it. She noticed that Bonabelle hung back, Ema wasn't sure if she was shy, thirteen and too cool for grown ups (which a: haha, Ema was a grown up? That still felt weird, and b: hey, she had pink and purple hair so wasn't she at least a pretty cool grown-up?), or, worst possible option, did not want some random grown up invading her holiday and had already decided to dislike her on this basis.
"Hi, nice to meet you, it smells amazing in here!" Ema smiled, cutting herself off before she added 'your home is beautiful' and 'thank you for having me,' even though she automatically wanted to say them both. It was so cute and cottagey, and for a moment her attention was actually diverted from Killian as her inquisitive side took over, making her want to poke about and explore her new surroundings.
There was a flurry of settling in, with Killian hanging up her jacket, and them offering her tea, and her going to drop her stuff in Killian's room (which they seemed to have no objections to her sharing). She wondered whether the fact that tea would be getting cold was a deliberate tactic against letting the two of them linger too long together - not that she would have, even without that. It was sort of weird thinking about smushing Killian with his parents and neice just down the hall, let alone sitting in the kitchen actively waiting for them. She settled for giving him a quick-ish squeeze and just a quick kiss or two, and some nose rubs, and after only three repetitions of 'we should really go join everyone else' they actually did.
"Hi," she stated, as they re-entered the room. "I got you - you all," she added, the direction of her gaze making it clear she was including Bonabelle in this, "A little something to say Merry Christmas and thanks for having me," she said, holding out a red box with a neatly tied silver bow.
Inside they would find various edible/drinkable things. The main selling point was several of the chocolate-on-little-wooden-spoon thingies that you could stir into hot milk to make really good hot chocolate, in a variety of flavours. She'd also chucked in a few of the interesting chip flavours of Laos, some lemongrass tea in a little woven bamboo box, and some nice tropical dried fruit. That hadn't seem particularly like a novelty when she had bought it as it wasn't like she'd never eaten dried mango or papya before moving to South East Asia, but her parents always had dried fruit selctions at Christmas, so she found it weirdly seasonal, and it did add a nice splash of colour. Plus, looking around her current surroundings, it was hard to imagine the nearest store, let alone the kind with a foreign produce aisle.
A little of the usual bounce that was in her voice when she talked to Killian was absent, as she tried to be Respectable and Polite Ema, the kind of person they would approve of dating their son. Whilst still wearing a dragon Christmas sweater. Although any illusion she might have created was promptly shattered as the pot was placed on the table.
"Oh my gosh, your teapot has its own little bobble hat?!" she exclaimed, mostly to Killian but clearly audible to the rest of them, looking at the strange little hat with a slit for the handle and the spout, with evident excitement. "That's adorable!"
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December 17, 2020 6:55 PM
What does that make me? by Killian Row
Killian felt a bit bad about making Ema woozy, but he also knew that wasn't the last dizzy swirl she was about to be in for the day and felt a bit bad about that too. The hustle and bustle of greetings went fast - never really fast enough because the last thing on Killian's mind was his parents at that moment, although he did have an investment in things going well he supposed - and they were soon in his bedroom. His very nerdy bedroom. He'd been spending a lot of the break so far taking the time to finish up the work he'd normally do over the break so he made sure he didn't have to work while Ema was there, but it had come at the cost of his room. Evidence that he worked there was lacking, as it had mostly become a storage closet between times he worked in the busier parts of the house. As such, stacks of paper were all over, although he'd at least done enough to make them into proper stacks. They nicely complemented the childhood decorations on his walls.Quidditch team posters from various colleges and universities were scattered about under maps and things of the campuses themselves, as he rather enjoyed maps and had been a bit of a nerd about future opportunities since he could remember. There had, of course, been a time when that was meant for himself. There had also been a time when his eye was on the future for another reason, and he'd just never really let that go. His baking interests were not reflected in his bedroom decor because pictures of bread would have been weird.
What was also weird but in a totally different way was getting kisses from Ema and he reveled in them, making no small show of pouting when Ema insisted not once but three times that they should return to the family gathering. Occupying himself with excited thoughts about an upcoming day, and then a whole night to spend cuddling and laughing and being close to Ema, Killian led the way back to where his family was getting things together.
Biddy accepted the gift from Ema with a wide smile and approving eyes, although Glen and Bonabelle mostly looked surprised. They likely hadn't taken the time to consider that they had any say in such things as approving Killian's girlfriend, although Biddy certainly thought she did, and it was clear that her impression thus far was favorable. She opened the gift to find treats that changed all their expressions from generally delighted to specifically delighted as they looked upon the idea of future snacks and Killian gave Ema's shoulder a gentle squeeze, smiling at his family's reaction. He'd done his best to reassure her that everything was going well and she was doing fine and her sweater was perfect, but he could only do so much in more crowded moments like these.
"Thank you very much," Biddy said. Bonabelle hopped up from her seat as the others sat down, taking the box to the kitchen with a curious glance towards Ema as she did so. She outright smiled when Ema asked for her preferred tea and when she returned, she had a wide selection.
"I'll be mother," she said, putting down the tea set. Her eyes widened and she glanced from her uncle to Ema at the latter's excited outburst. "It does," she said, as if the idea had never dawned on her before. Then she grinned mischievously at Ema. "You should see the one grandma made for Uncle Killian. He looks a lot funnier than a teapot." Dodging a playful swat from both her uncle and her grandma - much to Glen's amusement - Bonabelle poured the tea for all of them and took a seat again, still smirking, amused.
Killian shook his head but refrained from any of the first comments that came to mind. Instead, since the dining table was bench seating on three sides, he satisfied himself with sliding in close enough to Ema that he could put his arm around her waist in a casual, comfortable way. She didn't seem to mind and their knees bumped happily together under the table. Biddy gave another approving look at Ema before taking her own tea, and she was practically glowing with warmth.
"We're glad you could come," Glen said softly, smiling at Ema. Bonabelle, for her part, nodded in agreement, and Biddy glowed some more.
"Yes," Killian agreed more closely, pulling her a little closer. "Very very glad." And he couldn't remember a time he'd ever been happier.
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December 17, 2020 7:40 PM
Happy? A little bit proud of yourself? by Ema Skies
Ema peered curiously around Killian’s room, not bothering to hide an amused (and affectionate) smile at his choice of decoration. It sort of looked like the lair of an evil genius, who was plotting to take over the world via infiltrating university campuses. She was looking forward to looking in more detail, finding out where all he had maps of and reading all the names and labels - exploring small parts of the world on paper. Exploring Killian and finding out more about what made him tick… Although she wasn’t sure she’d restrict that research to theory, or base it purely on the posters on his walls…“Very cool posters,” she assured him, deciding to save the rest of her comments for when they had a little more time to act on them, especially as he was already being a butt about going back to the kitchen. “We really should…” she sighed when he pouted.
The gift seemed to go down well, and Ema felt herself relax just a little bit. Okay, she still had several days of adjusting, and making sure she wasn’t unintentionally stepping over lines she didn’t know to look for, the way it always was when you didn’t know people well, but they weren’t like… immediately super intimidating. Even Bonabelle looked curious, if not actively pleased. She remembered Killian saying he had a hard time reading her, and tried not to take it as a bad sign. She couldn't be totally sure, but she was pretty sure her request for herbal tea was the first thing to get an actual smile out of her, though she wasn't sure why. Maybe because she liked making tea? She had happily volunteered to help with it anyway, and said something about mothering them. She certainly seemed to brighten up as she saw to the tea, and began teasing ‘Uncle Killian.’ That was something Ema could definitely get into the swing of.
“I’m sure he does,” she grinned, “From what I’ve heard, teapots are very serious business,” she added, nodding respectfully at the one Bonabelle was pouring from. “You on the other hand?” she smirked at Killian, “I don’t think that’s an accusation we’re going to be levelling at you too often.”
She nudged his knee with hers under the table, glad they were side by side so she could seek little bits of affection and reassurance. And so he could subtly nudge her or kick her frantically if she started heading down any dangerous paths. For now, everyone seemed happy with her being here though. She turned to Killian as he spoke, catching the way he was smiling at her, both in that she noticed it and that it was horribly contagious, and she couldn’t help but turn into someone who was obviously feeling warm, bubbly feelings when she looked at him.
“Me too,” she smiled, leaning in a little to the hug he was giving her.
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December 17, 2020 8:19 PM
Change of scene, nap time by Ema Skies
OOC: *Timehop* BIC:
The first time she got to fall asleep in Killian’s arms was around 2pm that day. She had deliberately come over when it was her evening and therefore early in the day in Ireland, with the plan of taking an afternoon nap and then powering on until bedtime. That seemed easier than arriving when she thought it was morning but they all thought it was bedtime (though she was sure Killian would have had no problem with the thought of her being awake all night).
No one seemed to bat an eyelid at the fact that Killian seemed intent on following her, and whilst she thought a cosy, cuddly nap sounded lovely, she had to wonder what the rest of the Rows thought they were going to get up to. Given that she had practically been falling asleep in her pumpkin soup, she was pretty sure they knew she wasn’t just making excuses to sneak off. It seemed like they were being thoroughly nice to her so far. She was aware that people could offer you warm smiles and cookies and be judging the heck out of you, and she still felt a little like she was having to be Polite Ema, and sell herself. She didn’t feel like she was being fake, as such, just still having to mind her manners and not quite totally relax…
It had been good to get behind a closed door with Killian, and to be able to anxiously check that she was doing okay, before slipping into bed together. Ema had brought two sets of sleepwear for the holidays. One long legged, long sleeved, properly appropriate to the cold of Ireland, and one… less so. Though she didn’t bother changing into either of them for a nap. She pulled off her outer layers, flicking her bra out from under her shirt with a variation on a switching spell, and slid into bed in her underpants and a long sleeved t-shirt. Next to Killian. She stepped that up to ‘wrapped around Killian,’ twining her legs in with his and cuddling into his arms. She murmured things about being sleepy, proffering her cheek for a good nap kiss, and settled down to sleep.
Her alarm went off an hour later, and she stirred, the room and its unfamiliar sensations probing slowly through her sleepy senses, slowly coming to the realisation and remembrance of where she was as she came to.
“Hey,” she smiled, nuzzling into Killian. She was pretty sure they hadn’t specified to his family how long they would be napping for, which meant that they could take a little bit of time to be on their own. She let him wake up a little, exchange post-nap pleasantries (they had both slept very well, it turned out), and smoosh her a little bit, because those were all things she wanted to do whilst they were on their own. There was another one however.
“You have Christmas presents,” she informed him, “Actual solid ones, not euphemistic ones. In my bag. You want?”
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December 17, 2020 8:33 PM
I don't . . . need . . . *yawn* by Killian Row
At first, Killian mostly just wanted to go along with Ema on her nap for the sake of curling up with her. Truth be told, he loved naps, but he mostly loved being safe and warm and squished upon and he wasn't strictly tired. He also knew firsthand that waking up in an unfamiliar environment could be stressful and he didn't want to leave Ema to that alone. Also in his room alone. Too many opportunities for blackmail. So he accompanied her back to his room, ignoring a suggestive eyebrow wave from Bonabelle - did she even know what that sort of suggestive gesture was suggesting?? how did she know that?? - and shut the door to give them privacy.Which Ema took full advantage of. He looked away at first, feeling impolite when she took her jeans off. He felt a bit giggly as he was pretty sure he hadn't ever had a girl take her clothes off in his childhood bedroom before. Teenage Killian gave him a mental high five and he looked back at Ema with a smirk. Deciding that taking his own trousers off would be maybe a bit too impolite, he settled into bed fully clothed, careful to make sure his zipper didn't stab her or anything like that as he wrapped her up in his arms.
He woke up shortly after she did and he stretched his back and legs as best he could without letting go of her. "Hiya," he replied, rubbing one of his eyes and rolling onto his side so he could hug her all the closer. Still feeling sticky and groggy, he rested his forehead against hers with his eyes closed, peeping one of them open when she said she had presents for him. "Are euphemistic ones on the table?" he asked, having been very polite even in his head thus far. Well. Most of the time.
He grunted something about something (words were hard when his brain was asleep still) and rolled over on top of her, supporting his weight so he didn't smush her but keeping his head down. "I do want, but then I have to get up," he said with a yawn, nuzzling into her neck before turning his head and blinking at her from her pillow. "You smell pretty," he said with an innocent smile.
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December 17, 2020 8:53 PM
But you can have some anyway by Ema Skies
“I smooched you at the station,” Ema pointed out when Killian asked if euphemistic presents were on the table. “I don’t think I’m bored of doing that yet,” she added, not sure whether she was pulling him in or pushing him back with that statement. She could imagine some fairly passionate making out going down. Heck, she could imagine a lot more, her imagination had never exactly been the thing that was lacking. It was once it turned into solid reality that it all got a little more scary, and she wasn’t exactly sure where she was going to draw the lines, or what he counted as euphemistic presents.He was sleepy, snuggly, and fully dressed when he rolled over onto her. It was more of flop than a pounce, and she was pretty sure he was just being cute. She was pretty sure he was succeeding, seeing as she mostly wanted to just snuggle into him.
“I reckon I can accio a backpack from the foot of the bed,” she commented, when he stated that presents would involve getting up, although she tried not to hurry and push towards doing that instead of snuggling, because the snuggles were nice too.
“You look pretty,” she informed him, reaching out a hand to pet his hair. “Hey, if we take a nap every day, we get twice as many chances to wake up together," she added, meaning that as a good thing and then realising as she'd said it that she'd brought the spectre of looming separation back into the room. She avoided Killian's eyes, trying to block out that fact by snuggling her head against his chest and pulling him closer.
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But you can have some anyway
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December 17, 2020 9:06 PM
You spoil me. by Killian Row
Killian grinned his most happy, excited, boyish grin because he was gonna get smooooooched and it was gonna be great. "Yes, let's do that all the time," he agreed, although he made no move to jump on her to do so just then. He still wasn't totally clear on what she was comfortable with and what she was not comfortable with and he was perfectly happy to let her lead on that front. He was pretty sure she was aware that his boundaries were generally pretty far out there and that he'd tell her when something needed to be different for him, like he'd done at the lake house."You could," he agreed, still groggy but feeling more eager than he thought was probably polite for a grown man to feel about getting presents, "but then I have to get up anyway because your present is in the closet and I don't want to accio a hole in the door," he pointed out.
Then he was getting pets though, so presents were no longer important. "Thank you," he said happily. He was waking up now and the idea of doing this all the time sounded perfect. "That sounds good. Although, then I also get less time to just sit and talk with you because I will be asleep," he pointed out. He had the urge to prop himself up properly and kiss his way down her arm but decided that may get back to those euphemistic presents and he didn't want to unwrap anything that wasn't meant to be under the tree, so he refrained, instead pushing himself up, leaning in to give her one quick kiss, and then pushing himself over onto his side of the bed again and sitting up cross-legged. "I'm up I'm up," he said with a smile. "And you're lovely from this angle too."
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December 17, 2020 11:34 PM
That's the plan by Ema Skies
“As much as we can,” Ema agreed. Or at least, meant to agree. What she had really meant was that she didn’t plan on making out in front of his family, although she was trying to not say that directly because she was pretty sure the mere suggestion of it was enough to kill the atmosphere. What she found was she’d accidentally pointed out that they weren’t always going to be waking up next to each other. Again. She leant in, giving him a nuzzle and a kiss to at least confirm her commitment to making the most of the present situation.She smiled as he pointed out that naps meant less talking time, glad that he was considering that a priority activity.
“True. Talking in real time should definitely not be over-estimated,” she smiled, “And going on adventures?” she checked, remembering there was a whole world beyond the door that she had only caught glimpses of so far through the windows. “I saw a lake?” she confirmed. “Not that I plan to do much swimming,” she added, but it seemed like it might be nice to walk by.
He seemed to pull himself into present-getting mode then, which Ema was happy for because she was excited to give him his, and she wasn’t sure she could have given her full attention to making out with him if she knew there were presents waiting – both to be given and to be received. Present giving would be fun but finite, whereas making out was likely to expand to fill the time available, or even overspill it.
She groped for her wand on the nightstand, and summoned her backpack, hoping she’d remembered to zip it shut after taking out the Rows’ present, otherwise she was probably going to scatter all her stuff across the bedroom. Luckily it dropped into her lap in one piece, and she opened it, pulling out three differently sized parcels wrapped in silver and purple starry paper. She considered them for a moment.
“This is probably your main present, but you should open this one last because I think you’re going to get distracted and want to play with it right away,” she mused, tapping two of the parcels as she spoke. They were all awkward bumpy shapes, though the one she had indicated as the main one was the largest and neatest. “So, one, two, three,” she instructed, tapping them in order.
When he opened the first, he would find a pair of the same chocolate spoons she had given his family, just in case they didn’t share, and to continue his education in appreciating flavour, as one of them was chilli chocolate – she thought that if anything could bring him around to the spicy side, it would be that, though she’d also included a salted caramel one just to be nice and because she suspected that was more to his taste. The second parcel would open to reveal a small backpack, not at all dissimilar to Ema’s own. A tag dangled from one of the zippers reading ‘Featherlight and undetectably extended! Comfortably pack for a two-week trip!’ The main difference from Ema’s (besides hers looking slightly well-worn) were the colours. Her own was a jaunty bright purple that almost matched her hair, a perfect colour wheel opposite to her bright yellow jacket. The one she’d bought for Killian was dark green, and the flap at the top was printed with old-fashioned maps.
“You might already have something similar, I know,” she stated. But dangit, men were hard to buy gifts for. And she’d felt it was appropriate, at least, even if she suspected its two-week capacity was a little optimistic. “But I figured it never hurts to be ready for adventures,” she added with a smile. “And I love old maps. I think they’re so pretty. Guess we have that in common,” she stated, giving an appreciative glance at his weird, weird walls.
“This one is maybe slightly redundant now,” she added, sliding the final package over to him. “But I risked illegal international smuggling to bring it to you,” she stated, raising her eyebrows and grinning villainously. “So, you’d better appreciate it.” She hoped it would, at least, dispel any lingering doubts he had about how much she wanted to kiss him, or whether he was pressuring her. Because inside, he would find a sprig of mistletoe.
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December 18, 2020 12:22 AM
Can I also spoil you though? by Killian Row
"Lots of adventures," Killian promised. It was almost impressive how quickly his mind could split between ooh fun lake day, let's go play! and ooh fun lake day, let's go play! with entirely different mental intonation about it. He suspected that most of the teenagers he worked with felt like this pretty often and while he hadn't missed being an adolescent, it was sort of fun to have that tingly excitement again. "We can swim! Have you ever done a polar plunge? It's a New Year's tradition in some places!" Killian grinned widely, feeling like an excited puppy at the thought of it. "You jump in the water in your pants at midnight," he explained. He realized that Bonabelle probably also hadn't done that and his mind was made up, although he had to also recognize that he may be the only one doing it because most people were not as excited about such things as he was. It was those sorts of things that made him miss Lorcan, although he couldn't see the two of them jumping in the water together at this point.Ema went first and Killian raised an eyebrow at her explanation. "I'll save that one for last then," he decided a bit hesitantly, wondering if he was about to learn some stuff about her that made even him uncomfortable. The first two gifts were perfect - snacks and promises of future trips?? yes please! - and Killian beamed, wrapping Ema up in a big hug again. "Thank you so much," he smiled. "I'm going to eat all of these like . . . today," he warned her, "and then I'm going to come visit you for two weeks. If you don't mind," he added, not wanting to force himself on her. "Or we can go someplace together," he said, adding again since he also didn't want to force himself on her place in Laos. "I don't have anything like this, my bag is a mess," he added by way of reassurance (and honesty).
He blushed a little at the meaningful look she gave his decorated walls but didn't mind a bit either because she wasn't wrong; maps were awesome. Setting the third package aside is he surveyed his own room with new eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Thank you," he said softly. "And I won't ever get sick of doing that," he added with a grin, really really really happy to be able to kiss her.
Then, pushing himself off from the bed, he made his way to the closet and retrieved a medium-sized box wrapped in a red bow. The box was plain, the sort of thing you'd have shipments ordered in from elsewhere, and he looked sheepish as he returned with it. "I didn't have wrapping paper or anything on me at work," he explained. "And I had some help with this, I can't take full credit."
Inside the box, courtesy of a Mrs. Brooding-Hawthorne - the small one - was a perfect glass orb, swirling with little clouds of mist. Not unlike a pensieve, the mists would glow and swirl when Ema put her hands around it. Unlike an actual pensieve, though, this little ball did not contain memories of past events. Only impressions would float to the surface, twirling and flowing into a perfect match of constellations and stars.
When she'd opened it, Killian cocked his head at her with a small, shy smile. "The potions mistress is very adept at such spells and potions to make it do that, I have no idea how it works, but you can see the sky on any date at any location you want. I thought it would just be fun for you but also," he reached over and put his hand on top of it, closing his eyes for a moment as he thought of the date and place he had in mind. "That's the lake house the first night I was there," he smiled.
He waited until she'd had time to react, ask questions, etc., and then it was his turn again. He eyed the package a bit wearily, although he couldn't help his excitement either. When he opened it . . . well he was happy to oblige. Holding the mistletoe above both their heads, he raised his eyebrows to check with her. "You'll tell me if you don't like something?" he made sure, leaning closer to her, crawling over her so their legs were entwined. Moving slowly and carefully, he placed a deep kiss against her neck. Then, rolling some to his side so he wasn't quite smushing her into the bed so much (that just felt a bit aggro for a proper romantic moment), he pulled her into him and kissed her mouth. Maybe once. Maybe a dozen times.
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December 18, 2020 12:54 AM
Yes please. Lots of presents and kisses and time. by Ema Skies
“Why would you wear your- wait you mean underpants?!” she questioned, aware of the very different meanings those two words had in their versions of English, although it still usually tripped her up for a moment to hear that. “That sounds cold. Hell no!” she shook her head. She didn’t want to be a wuss but she also definitely didn’t want to jump in a lake in winter in the middle of the night. Doing it in her bra and panties didn’t sound worse than doing in her regular clothes, in that regular clothes would be soggy and heavy and harder to get rid of afterwards, but the thought of stripping down in this temperature was not a fun one. “How about I stand and hold a nice warm fluffy towel for you?” she suggested.“That sounds perfect,” she smiled, as he promised to come and see her. She wasn’t sure how soon that could happen, or whether he’d ever really be able to stay for two weeks, but it was nice to hear his enthusiasm at the idea of it.
“I do not judge people by their wrapping skills,” Ema promised, indicating the severely bumpy remaining present on the bed. “I see distracting you with shiny paper helped,” she joked.
She opened the box, finding something inside that was clearly a little bit magical and a little bit of a mystery which were some of her favourite things. Killian explained the present, and she turned to stare at him, the giver of the beautiful thing, who was for a moment more captivating than the thing itself for having thought of it. Equally, her brain began moving rapidly, scrabbling for a bit information, the first thing she knew she wanted it to show. But he got there first, with exactly what she’d been looking for. She stared down for a moment at the orb, revelling in the idea of them watching the stars together, and then turned back to face him.
“Thank you,” she whispered, “It’s beautiful.” She wanted to throw herself at him, but she was aware she was holding something very delicate, and so she carefully reached across the almost non-existent space to pull him in, kissing him slowly, deliberately and carefully on the mouth in a way that suggested a longing to do the same action a lot more fiercely.
“It’s wonderful,” she stated, giving it one more admiring glance. “And I think I should make sure it is out of harm’s way,” she added, placing it back in the box, and clearing it off the bed, along with the other presents before passing Killian his last one.
“Yes,” she confirmed, when the mistletoe had its desired effect. “And ditto?” she confirmed, although she thought that Killian was more likely to dislike something in terms of finding it lacking in intensity. She tried to work out how to tell him to tell her if she was doing a bad job, without sounding quite so terrible as that. “And tell me what you do like?” she added. She did a pretty good job of making it clear that she liked what he was doing to her neck, letting out a happy sigh and pulling him closer.
“For example, I like that very much,” she confirmed, just to be clear. She grinned, staring into his eyes, and stroking his cheek for just a moment. “Show me how you want to be kissed,” she instructed, leaning in to press her lips against his mouth and letting him take the lead for a bit.
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