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extemporallyI'll be honest: those pictures of Andrew & Emma out on a date at Nobu (Tumblr link, cos I'm lazy) make me so uncomfortable not just for the way they look really sad but also the way Emma's walking behind him all the time. I mean, I realise that they're looking as awkward as they do at least partially because they are getting their picture taken by paps? But I just... feel really really uncomfortable. Also I dislike scruff. /o\
So, the story I want now: the Andrew/Emma/Jesse one where obviously this date was a BLIND to hide or avoid their nascent poly relationship from the press, and Andrew knows it and Emma knows it. (Jesse, at home with his three cats on the opposite coast, mostly knows it. Some small part of him thinks - well. They do look really attractive together.) They have a pretty terrible time thrusting themselves into the spotlight with a part of themselves missing, and I am imagining at the end of the night, when they get into his car, Emma gives a little laugh and looks away and says, "Well, that was bad."
Andrew pulls out of the parking lot silently.
... and, idk, stuff happens (by which I mean, a total songfic along the lines of Loveless) and there's a threesome! I am sorry for this speedy resolution. I just wanted to talk about the general premise of the general story I want.
In case it was not already totally obvious: I love badficcy premises and angst. I will almost certainly never stop loving badficcy premises and angst.
So, the story I want now: the Andrew/Emma/Jesse one where obviously this date was a BLIND to hide or avoid their nascent poly relationship from the press, and Andrew knows it and Emma knows it. (Jesse, at home with his three cats on the opposite coast, mostly knows it. Some small part of him thinks - well. They do look really attractive together.) They have a pretty terrible time thrusting themselves into the spotlight with a part of themselves missing, and I am imagining at the end of the night, when they get into his car, Emma gives a little laugh and looks away and says, "Well, that was bad."
Andrew pulls out of the parking lot silently.
... and, idk, stuff happens (by which I mean, a total songfic along the lines of Loveless) and there's a threesome! I am sorry for this speedy resolution. I just wanted to talk about the general premise of the general story I want.
In case it was not already totally obvious: I love badficcy premises and angst. I will almost certainly never stop loving badficcy premises and angst.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:29 (UTC)None of them are very drunk. The port was strong and there was a big bottle of it but they only had a third each, and anyway they aren't drunk because they're doing this with more purpose and flair than drunk sex can be fairly said to entail. Emma thinks such vague thoughts, then shuts them off, because they're confusing. And because she can't think, when Jesse is dragging his mouth down her neck.
She makes this high, quavery sound, and Andrew laughs a bit. "I like that sound," he tells no one in particular. Jesse kisses her neck more insistently, and sucks at a patch of skin at the join between shoulder and neck. Emma hopes the bruises will be there tomorrow. She can't stop the sounds spilling out of her mouth. She feels hot all over, and the bottom of her stomach drops out on her when Jesse looks up and meets her eyes. He's shirtless.
She cards a hand through his curls, and says softly, "Jesse." He smiles, something in him reassured, and latches his mouth to her nipple. Emma throws her head back and groans, loud.
The couch is the worst possible place to be doing this, but Emma can't bring herself to suggest they move.
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Date: Sunday, 28 August 2011 01:43 (UTC)I am thrilled by "close to the end" and even happier if you do manage to fill in gaps.