(Esmee) Run for your life (Mi's side)

Run for your life

"You’re worth more, you’re worth more than this
You can take a leap without the risk
There’s no time, there’s no time for this
Take your love and start again.
So run for your life, run for your life
If you leave me behind, you'll get there in time"

Run for your life

Matt Cardle

　

“Ewe Emmet! It’s all sticky!” I shouted as the ice cream dripped off of my nose down my chin and onto my top, “and I really liked this blouse two.” I groaned

“Oh stop moaning!” Emmet grinned before he reached over in his seat and gently put his lips around the tip of my nose licking the ice cream off with the velvet tip of his tongue making the familiar fire works start to explode somewhere in the back of my head as his touch warmed though me making the hairs stand up on end. Unable to fight the urge I pounced forward at him knocking his mouth off of my nose so I could lock my lips around his, kissing him deeply trying to interlock my body as close as I could to him, scarcely aware of the hand brake and gear stick pocking into the side of me, I didn’t matter if I was close to him; when he became part of me.

“Esmee, stop.” Emmet groaned out after a few more moments of my wild frantic kissing, pushing me back down over to my seat leaving me with a raw abandoned feeling somewhere deep inside of me. I didn’t care what he had to say to me I just wanted to be up close with

him; after all he had started it.

“Why, what’s the matter?” I asked trying not to pout like a stroopy teenager. “Did you not like it?”

“On the contry I liked it a little too much.” Emmet huffed trying to take some deep calming breaths to centre him self again.

“Then what was the problem?”

“We are in a public car park, and I was under the impression having sex in a public is still illegal.”

“We weren’t having sex.”

“We would have been, beside that isn’t the point. I was trying to lighten the situation Esmee, if you weren’t thinking about eating the ice cream as much as you where and analyzing everything that was going to happen if you did eat it I hoped it would stop hurting you so much; I had to try and do something to stop your pain.” Emmet moaned the last of the previous excitement leaving him behind, his eyes going foggy again. I done this to him far to many times. I caused all this trouble; I made those angle eyes cry and I hated my self for it.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.” I moaned every last bit of the glorious heat from before retreating back into the dull pain of before so it could mix in with the niggling panic. “I am sorry that I do this to you all the time, I’m sorry that I say and do the wrong things, I’m sorry that I hurt you,” I moaned throwing what was left of my lice cream out the window before trying to locate the baby wipes that where in Emmet’s car somewhere.

“Esmee…”

“No Emmet,” I snapped trying to cut him off before he spent the next hour telling me how I had done nothing wrong and I didn’t hurt him. “I wanted to be perfect Emmet but perfection nearly killed me yet I don’t think I will ever be able to cope with being this flawed either.” I sighed again not knowing what I was doing or how it had come back to what it was then. “All I do know Emmet is that you should run for your life.”