I really wanted to read a fanfic about Emily and Damon meeting up in 2012 in Paris, but no one posted any such fanfic. So I wrote my own version.
Emily Kmetko stood underneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France, still dressed in her United States of America, Olympic uniform. She hadn't changed much in two years, her hair was still short, as was she, and her body hadn't drastically changed. One thing that did change however was the gold metal that sat around her neck, and she was clutching it as if her life depended on it. Emily knew she was getting strange looks, why would a gold medalist be standing here, in Paris, when she should be in England, or America, celebrating? To her the answer was simple. Damon Young. He had become a big hit the past two years, selling millions of albums, sold out concerts, the works. There were many rumors that he was going out with some movie star, or singer, all the time in the magazines. The only reason she knew however was because Lauren kept gossiping about it at The Rock. Emily smirked; none of them had changed much really.
Emily took a deep breath and blew it out slow; the one thing she did keep tabs on though was his album, and the songs on it. She was sure, ninety percent, if not all of his songs were on her IPOD. Before meets and competition, she would always listen to them, and it would feel like he was right there beside her, singing them to her.
Emily bit her lip looking around; maybe Damon had forgotten the date? Maybe he was stuck in traffic? Or what if, Emily closed her eyes, he didn't come at all, because he was actually dating Blair Waldorf or someone, and didn't need her? Emily shook her head; no he had promised they would try it. And they would, even she had to hunt him down. The Gymnast turned gracefully on her heel to do just that, when a voice stopped her.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Emily stopped she knew that voice. Slowly she turned around; there was Damon Young, complete in his leather jacket. Emily grinned at him and ran towards him and jumped into his arms. Damon chuckled slightly and stumbled back a few steps as he caught her.
"Hey easy there! Not all of us are world class gymnasts!" He teased setting her down;
Emily simply smiled up at him, before lifting up her medal. "I am wearing gold aren't I?" She teased back. Damon studied the medal for a second, before grinning and picking Emily back up, and spun her around, but didn't put her back on the ground this time.
"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you." He cheered, letting her down slightly kissing her. Emily moaned slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, god she had missed him!
When they did pull away a few minutes later, and Emily was back on the ground, Damon smiled at her, "So, you ready to give this a shot?" Emily chuckled before pulling him down and kissing him.
"God I missed you." She heard him mutter, later that night; they were out on the balcony of their hotel suite, looking at the stars. Emily raised her head from his chest and picked him the jaw bone, "I missed you just as much." She whispered back to him.
After a beat of silence she looked up at him again, "You know, I listened to your music before every meet." She told him, Damon looked at her slightly shocked, before smiling softly at her, and kissing her softly. "Glad, I could be of help." He said in a mock arrogant tone of voice. Emily giggled before settling back into her original position.
"You never told me what event you won gold in." Damon said conversationally, Emily looked up at him,
"Uneven bars. I did the routine, you helped me with." She told him softly. Damon blinked at her, he didn't expect that one. He thought they had to change their routines up. He sat up, bringing her with him, and kissed her deeply trying to show her how he felt. Emily moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers go into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging softly.
Damon smirked slightly, before standing up, not breaking the kiss at all, and picked Emily up bridal style, making Emily gasp. "Damon!" She shrieked with surprise and laughter in her voice. Damon looked at her and rose an eyebrow, "What? I'm not aloud to hold my Olympic Gymnast of a girlfriend, whom I haven't seen in two years?" He asked playfully harsh. Emily laughed and kissed him, "Course you can." She muttered in between kisses. Damon smiled into the kiss and carried her into the suite and into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
Well, there we are. I'm thinking of doing a oneshot series with these two, but I dont know yet, let me know what you think.
