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She stormed into their bedroom, angry at herself and him.

From the bathroom, she could hear him yelling after her, "Emily, come back, you're hurt." Richard followed her and grabbed her arm, but she struggled out of his grip, "No, I'm not"
He huffed and pointed at her hand, "You're bleeding"
Shrugging her shoulders, she glared at him, "So what"
He crossed his arms over his chest, scolding her, "You're stubborn"
Emily raised her hand up to his eye level, showing off the cut on the back of it, "I'm bleeding"
Taking a step towards her, he gently took her hand and started to examine the cut, "Let me help you"
"No." She quickly pulled her hand out of his, stepping back.
"Why not." His voice sounded harsher than was intended and he immediately regretted it when he saw the hurt look in her eyes.
She turned her back at him, "Because it's your fault"
"What?" sighing he shook his head, "Okay, I need an explanation for that one"
Emily took a deep breath and straightened herself, crossing her arms over her chest, head held high, "You won't get one."

He wanted to turn her around and just take her into his arms, but he knew better than to touch her in any way right now, "But I'm responsible for you bleeding"
Spinning around, her eyes sparkled with anger, "No, you're responsible for me being hurt"
"Isn't that the same." She really confused him at times.
"You're the Yale man, you tell me." She spat out.
Richard couldn't help but chuckle, making her glare at him again. He finally regained his composure and winked at her, "You're cute when you're angry."

Taking a deep breath she wanted to make another sarcastic remark. When she couldn't come up with one she just released the breath she had been holding and looked away. Looking back at him, she saw his wide grin. Slapping his arm, Emily couldn't help but smile at his silly comment. "You're mean"
Kissing her nose, he grinned, "And you're smiling"
"Stop that,"Emily turned her head away, "I'm trying to be mad at you." "You don't have much success with it right now, have you?" putting his arms around her, he pulled her closer & kissed her cheek.
"I am still trying." she let her hands rest on his broad chest, then leaned her head against it as well and closed her eyes.

Kissing her hair, he chuckled softly, feeling her hands sneaking up around his neck, pulling him closer.
They remained in each others arms for a few minutes when he felt her pulling away from him.
Emily took a step back and looked at her hand, carefully brushing a finger over the small but rather deep cut.
"The blood is all dried up by now." she couldn't help but wince when her finger moved over the edges of the wound.
He looked down at her injured hand, "Shall I kiss it better"
"Oh, don't be silly, Richard"
He took her hand and placed a featherlight kiss on the cut. Meeting her eyes, he smiled, "That wasn't silly, was it"
Emily pulled her hand back. Looking down she smiled softly, whispering, "not at all." When her eyes met his, the corner of her mouth curled up a little, "Thank you."