My real living goddess (Emmet' side)

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My real living goddess

I breathed deeply for a few minutes sitting on the edge of the chair as I tried to get my head around what was said. I new crystal was all talk and nothing else; she was a big bully in a big world where they could pray upon those weaker then them. Once upon a time that would have been Esmee but not now she was so much better then she was before even with her recent blip but I still could not take in the fact they could threaten someone as beautiful and kind as her. She had never done anything to hurt them personally, she had disagreed with some of the things they said but so had everyone as some point; there was no one on the team quite as heartless as Crystal and Jacob.

“Em, are you OK?”

“Esmee,” I said breathing a sigh of relief as I saw her in the door frame and I got to my feet dragging her into the nurses station before throwing her lightly against the same wall I had just held Crystal and kissing her deeply while no on else was looking; letting my numbed cold senses warm up from her breath taking beauty and radiance until reluctantly I let are lips part from each others letting the coldness set in around us.

“I love you,” I confirmed staring into her deep black eyes, “and I will never let anyone hurt you.”

“I love you too Em, but do me a favour and get the hell off of me.” Esmee smiled smacking both her hands against my chest and pushing my back away from the wall her cheeks glowing a vibrant pink against her pale complexion making her look closer to a real living goddess then I had ever seen before.

“Why should I?”

“Mostly because I am incredibly turned on right now and I am meant to be working.” Esmee said looking away sheepishly before pulling down her blouse and pulling up her jeans that had slipped down past her waste line to her hips when I pushed her against the wall. Was she losing weight again? I hadn’t noticed but if her Jeans where falling down when they used to fit her perfectly there was a chance. Did that mean she was restricting again, or purging maybe, or worse was she physically sick?

“There old jeans Emmet,” Esmee smiled pulling me down to her level for one last kiss on the cheek. “Really old and you know I lost weight since then but they are the first ones I could find after Mia decided to pee all over me this morning just before we left for work; that will teach me for trying to potty train her.”

“As long as you’re not sick.” I replied

“I’m not sick, nor am I puking and I am defiantly eating so stop worrying about me silly old bear and tell me what’s happened with Mi before I have to go and do some observations.”