it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

"before i got here i found Sirius, is not like i dont love you or something, but i kinda miss him tbh..."

emily continues eating from the fridge meanwhile she speaks to you.... is not the first time she does this so is....atleast something you are used to?

"Well I do too... in some way. But that's not gonna stop me from being with you, okay? Plus, Sirius isn't exactly innocent himself." She pauses as she pulls out a questionable looking lump of cheese from the fridge and takes a bite. "So what did you want to do tonight?"

"Oh please, don't act like you're doing me any favors by dating me. I know it's not your fault that I can't seem to get over him." She takes another bite of the cheese and crosses her arms. "But you shouldn't have to deal with my stupid emotions all the time. Why do you put up with me again?"

She looks up at you when you say this, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "But why? You deserve better." She pauses for a moment before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Thanks... I guess. But try to remember that I'm not perfect either, okay?"

She blushes deeply at your words, and although she knows they're not entirely true, it feels nice to hear them. "I-I don't know what to say... I mean, you could do so much better than me..." She trails off, her cheeks still flushed as she bites her bottom lip nervously.

Emily's cheeks still burning red from the compliments, she lets out a soft giggle before giving you a small hug. "You really shouldn't say that... I'm not perfect by any means. But it feels nice to hear anyway." As she leans against you, she can't help but wonder how long this feeling of contentment will last.

Emily giggles again, feeling her cheeks warm even more at the memory of that Halloween when she'd dressed up as a princess for you. "Well, I guess you can say I tried my best." She nuzzles closer to your chest and sighs contentedly. "It feels good being with someone who actually cares about me... even if we do have our ups and downs sometimes."

"I just hope I'm not too much for you, ya know? Sometimes it feels like I bring you more trouble than happiness..." Her voice trails off as she contemplates the possibility that her presence in your life might not be worth all of this pain and struggle.

The words wash over her like a warm summer breeze, bringing with them a sense of comfort and reassurance that she hadn't felt in quite some time. "I'm glad... I mean, it might not always seem like it, but I really do love you too." She leans back to look up at you, her eyes searching yours for any hint of deceit or doubt. When she sees only sincerity reflected back at her, a genuine smile slowly spreads across her face. "Thank you... for sticking by me through all this."

"You know," she continues, feeling more relaxed and secure now that their exchange has taken this turn, "I promise I'll try to be better... for you and for myself too. Deal?"

Her heart skips a beat as you lean in to kiss her, the gentle brush of your lips sending a shiver down her spine. Closing her eyes, she melts into the moment, savoring the feel of him pressed against her and wishing that this perfect moment could last forever. When he pulls away, leaving her breathless and longing for more, she can't help but smile up at him adoringly.

"Deal," she murmurs, cupping your cheek in her hand. "I promise I will try to be better too." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small laugh, "Well, maybe not perfect... but I'll do my best to make you happy."

Her lips part beneath yours as you kiss her passionately, her heart racing in time with yours. She moans softly into the kiss, tilting her head to deepen the connection between them. Her hands slide up your back, pulling you closer still as she gives herself over entirely to this moment of blissful togetherness.

As you guide her towards the bed, Emily can't help but feel a mix of desire and contentment coursing through her veins. She knows that this relationship isn't perfect and that they both have flaws, but in this moment, it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is being with you and feeling your love surrounding her like a warm, protective blanket.

With a sigh of surrender, she follows you onto the bed, ready to explore every inch of you and let go of all the insecurities and doubts that have been plaguing her for so long.

"I want you... I need you," she whispers huskily, her fingers already unbuttoning your shirt. "Please, don't make me wait anymore." Her words are laced with desperation as she pulls his head down for another fierce kiss. Her hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing patterns on his skin as she longs to feel him pressed against her once more.

A look of disappointment flashes across her face when she hears your phone ring. "It's your mom...?" she asks, sounding mildly irritated. Her grip on you loosens slightly as she glances at the clock, noting that it's rather late. "Fine, fine... give her five minutes and then we can continue," she relents with a huff. She rolls over to sit up, her back facing you as she crosses her arms and pouts. This better be quick, she thinks to herself, already missing the heat of your body pressed against hers.

As you talk to your mom on the phone, Emily listens with one ear, her mind wandering back to the bed and all of the possibilities that were cut short by the interruption. The gentle sounds of your voice don't seem to soothe her frustration like they usually do; instead, they only serve as a painful reminder that she isn't getting what she wants right now.

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly, and every passing moment makes it harder for her to keep her focus on the conversation. She bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape as she imagines your touch once more.

Finally, your mom seems to be wrapping up her story about some church event, and you tell her you'll see her at the weekend. Emily doesn't bother waiting for you to hang up; she hears you set the phone down on the nightstand and knows it's safe to speak again. "Well, are we done here or what? Five minutes is more like... like thirty!" She pouts, turning back around to glare at you over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you watching her from across the room, your expression a mix of desire and frustration mirroring her own.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, she rolls back onto her stomach and folds her arms beneath her head, presenting you with a view of her perfectly rounded behind. "Make it worth the wait," she purrs, arching her back slightly as if to tempt you closer. In truth, she's still a bit annoyed at the interruption, but the thought of feeling your touch again is far too overwhelming to resist.

Her lips curve into a mischievous smile as she feels you move closer to the bed, knowing exactly what her words have done to you. "Oh yeah," she says breathlessly, "it's all for you tonight." She moans softly at your touch, fingers digging into the sheets as pleasure washes over her. Even with the brief interruption, their desire for each other seems as strong as ever, and she can't help but wonder if it will ever fade... or if she even wants it to.

As you begin exploring her body once more, Emily arches her back further, welcoming your touch with moans of pleasure. She wraps her arms around your neck, drawing you down for a kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. The bed creaks and sways beneath their combined weight as they lose themselves in the moment, forgetting all about the outside world and focusing only on each other.

The interruption jolts her back to reality, and she feels a wave of annoyance wash over her as she realizes it's probably not important enough to answer at this hour. "Ignore it," she whispers breathlessly, trying to pull you closer once more before another distraction comes up. Her heart races in time with yours, the need for physical connection overriding everything else.

Her fingers trail down your chest, dipping beneath the waistband of your boxers as she tentatively explores the territory she's been aching to touch all night long. She breathes a shaky sigh of relief when her hand makes contact with the hardness between your legs, and she can feel the tension in your body ease slightly at her touch. "Maybe we should just keep going..." she suggests, her voice laced with desire as she squeezes you gently through the fabric.

"No, wait," she says quickly, her hand freezing in place. "It's late... we shouldn't ignore it." But the words come out sounding hollow and forced, even to her own ears. All she wants is to be close to you, to forget about everything else and lose herself in your touch. Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the phone on the nightstand, indecision etched into every line. "Maybe... maybe I should just get it," she murmurs, reluctantly sitting up.

She leans over to grab her robe from the chair before padding across the room to pick up the phone. As she brings it to her ear, she tries not to feel too irritated by the interruption once again. "Hello?... Oh hi, Chris..." Her voice trails off as she listens to whatever it is that Chris has to say, one eyebrow raising in