hands, put your empty hands in mine [CLOSED]

[beckstitch]

Who| Beck and Emily
What| Talking and possible sexy-time after the propo
Where| Emily's house
When| The evening the propo was shown
Warnings/Notes| Potentially NSFW

Given how hard the last propo film was, Beck felt very strongly that she wanted to watch this one in company. Specifically Emily's company. So she comes by, with a gift bag of chocolate and wine. On this occasion, she's gone back to her old style of hoodie and leggings, although in red and emblazoned with pro-Panem symbols and slogans.

She knocks on Emily's door, and when Emily answers, leans in to kiss her on the cheek, then holds out the bag. "Hey, love. How's it going?"

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[beckstitch]

Beck tilts her head to better expose her neck, letting go of Emily with one hand to sweep her curls back out of the way. It's an elegant movement, too elegant and too smooth to be totally natural - one of those movements which was once calculated, but which, through years of practice, have got to be second nature. She smiles, letting out a low, throaty little sound of approval.

"I've never asked anyone that before," she says after a moment, head still tilted, letting her fingers trail along Emily's hairline. It's true - she's never been in a position where she's had to ask before, especially not when a lot of her partners have paid for her to go as far as possible - but somehow that no longer feels like quite such an awkward thing. It's oddly touching for some part of this to be new to both of them. The low breath she lets out might be a laugh, a way of letting out that sudden bubble of emotion at the thought. She really isn't sure, and it doesn't seem to matter.

[conifer]

Emily shifts awkwardly at the hint of a laugh, wondering if she's done something wrong or if Beck's changing her mind. Her hand falls from Beck's cheek to the buttons of her own blouse, nervous about someone she cares about seeing her unclothed but knowing it feels right.

[beckstitch]

Beck's eyes follow Emily's hand downwards, and a smile spreads over her face - not the dazzling, flirtatious smile of a performer, but something softer and warmer than that. She pulls back far enough to rest her forehead against Emily's, still smiling.

It takes an effort of will not to be hungry about it, not to help with the buttons or stare as Emily reveals herself. It's been a long dry spell, dating Emily, and while she really doesn't want to pressure her into anything, the thought that something might finally happen makes Beck almost desperately impatient - especially when a glance down shows her that the tops of Emily's breasts are showing. She bites her lip, her fingers tightening briefly against Emily's hair. God, she wants to touch, to taste, to bury her face against Emily's tits and kiss every inch of them...

Later, she tells herself, and the fact that she has to hold back does have a thrill of its own, too. Soon.

[conifer]

She tenses as Beck's fingers tighten against her hair, reflex kicking in as she automatically braces herself for whatever violent or humiliating thing invariably followed, for the briefest second before she reminds herself that she's safe here. Her cheeks redden in embarrassment and she hopes desperately that Beck didn't realise what had raced unbidden through her mind, quickly divesting herself of her shirt and shivering briefly as the chill hits her bare skin.

Quickly deciding that she'd feel better if she was enacting some measure of control rather than having to continually remind herself that she has it, she places her hand on Beck's shoulder to guide her back onto the couch, straddling her and kissing lightly at her neck.

[beckstitch]

Beck moves easily, without resistance, shifting her hips a little to make Emily's position more comfortable, and arches her neck obligingly to the side. "Hey," she murmurs, with another warm little laugh, smiling up at her girlfriend. "Mm. Fuck, you're beautiful."

She means it absolutely. Truth be told, Emily doesn't look a whole lot like most of the girls Beck's slept with - they've always been Capitolites, tattooed and pierced and modified to within an inch of their lives, and beautiful with it, especially to another Capitolite's eyes. But there's something about Emily's plainer appearance that gives her a different sort of beauty, something rougher and more real. She's Emily, purely and absolutely, and that's the most beautiful woman Beck can imagine right now.

"I love you," she says, and yes, she's said it before - not even just to Emily, for that matter - but she still says it like it's a surprise to her, like it's only now become real to her. She bites her lip, bringing her hand up to trace the top of Emily's arm, meeting the other woman's eyes. "I do. I love you."

[conifer]

She wants to say it back. She wishes she could, and almost wills the words to her lips, but she feels she'd be deceitful if she did, and knows Beck deserves better. To say 'I love you', one must first know how to say the ‘I’, and Emily knew that until she discovered and felt comfortable with who that really was, she felt a fraud saying it to Beck even if it were true.

Instead she smiles, looking grateful and truly touched by the declaration. "I never thought you'd turn sappy on me."

[beckstitch]

"That makes two of us," Beck admits, with a laugh, and lets her head fall back against the cushions, her eyes dancing as she looks up at Emily. If she's honest, yeah, she wanted - wants - to hear it back, to hear that someone loves her. It's a little embarrassing how much she craves that in general, and from Emily in specific.

But, well... baby steps. Emily's not like most people Beck's known, and she's sensitive enough to know that if I love you is a strange think for her, it's twice as hard for Emily. For now, the gratitude in Emily's eyes is almost enough.

"Can I touch?" she asks quietly, after a moment, her eyes flicking down to Emily's chest, then back up to her face.