Hi! Most of you are probably coming from Both of Us, which is awesome, so thank you! This is going to be a little bit different than that because I'm not taking prompts and I'm following a dialogue prompt list. If you have any ideas, feel free to comment them either here or on any other story, but just know that they'll go to Both of Us, or if they aren't Swanfire related, I might be making a new story for those soon so I'll probably post those there. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
Emma looks up the staircase, smiling as she remembers that Neal is still upstairs. When he's upstairs, generally that means he's in bed. Emma laughs as she looks at her parents and they both sigh, knowing to prepare for a lot of noise coming from upstairs.
She places her mug of hot cocoa back down onto the breakfast bar, standing up from her stool and starting to run up the metal steps, a quiet clinking sound occurring each time she put her foot down on the next step.
She opens the door to the room quickly, running over to the bed and jumping onto it, practically landing right on top of Neal. It wouldn't be a problem if she was being gentle, but she wasn't. She weighs almost nothing and yet it makes him groan every time she does this.
She giggles a little bit as she moves over, settling into his chest and putting her head down. He puts his hand on the back of her head and sighs as he begins rubbing his fingers through her hair. "That's starting to get annoying, you know," he says and she nods, putting her head down on his chest.
He looks down at her and she looks back up at him, smiling a little bit before he starts talking again. "I'm serious. You know, it hurts when you do that? It's like if Roland was to come and pounce on you, or if Henry did," he says and he can tell that she starts to get it when she winces a little bit and then looks away from him, no longer looking at his face.
He continues to rub his hand up and down her back, brushing his fingers through her hair. "I know you don't mean to hurt anybody, Em. Just be gentle, alright?" he asks and she nods, not saying anything and still not looking up to meet his gaze.
He stops moving his hand up and down her back so that he can rearrange his arms so that his hand is under her arm and he pulls her up a little bit. He then reaches down and kisses the top of her head, beginning to rub her back once again. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, tilting her head so her face is slightly covered up by his shirt.
He smiles a little bit, chuckling as he stops rubbing her back and his hand rests in the middle of her back, his hand still over the ends of her hair. "I forgive you. Don't worry, be happy," he tells her, moving his hand from her back to her arm as he looks down to try to see her face to make sure that she's not crying.
That's how his girl is, she feels bad when she hurts people, even when she doesn't know what she's doing.
She doesn't appear to be crying, instead just close to it when he moves back, placing his hand back on her back. He bends back down and kisses the top of her head once again, putting his hand on the back of her head now. "Hey, look at me, Em," he whispers, removing his hand and putting it down on her back.
He looks down at her and rubs her back up and down. "You know I still love you. I know you do. I'll tickle you, I swear, you better smile," he threatens but she still doesn't smile, or at least she doesn't show it.
He then reaches down and tickles her sides until she breaks down laughing. "See, look at that! Now, there's a smile," he says, smiling extra bright. He reaches down and wraps her arms around her, closing his eyes as she hugs him as well.
"Now, let's go make some blueberry muffins or something else that makes you smile," he says and she nods, leaning back so he can sit up before taking his hand as they get up and walk down the staircase together.