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Jenny towel dried her hair and waited for the kettle to boil. She needed two things to be a fully functioning human being in the morning: a shower and a good strong coffee. And if she hadn't had any sleep, make that a shower and half a dozen good strong coffees.

The kettle clicked off and ceased its rumblings. Jenny poured herself a coffee and leaned against the sideboard, sipping thoughtfully. It wasn't even 7am yet and she was awake, on a Sunday morning no less. She knew Emma would be asleep for at least the next few hours but Jenny was anxious. Anxious about the phone call she knew she was going to receive. Anxious about having to explain to her confused girlfriend why she had to leave and why it's so important that Emma doesn't come along with her. Anxious about opening up so recently healed wounds.

It was only 6am in London and she knew her parents would wait till a respectable hour to call her. There was the distinct possibility they wouldn't even know yet and the last thing Jenny wanted to do was to phone her father and end up being the one to inform him that his oldest friend had passed away in the night.

So Jenny waited. Sipping her coffee, she flicked through the early morning television. Shit – shit - oh cool…oh no - just an advert for some good stuff amongst the shit. At 9am she decided it was a good time to start breakfast. Stephan had already been out for the morning paper and had returned with croissants. She smiled a silent thank you. No doubt Stephan would know too soon. He had done business with Erika's dad before, Jenny was sure of it.

She placed some fresh coffee on a tray, along with the pastries and made her way upstairs and back into her room. Nudging the door open with her toe, Jenny padded inside and placed the tray down on the bed softly. In Jenny's absence Emma had managed to spread herself across a good two thirds of the double bed. Quite an achievement for someone so comatose. The brunette smiled, shook her head and perched next to her girlfriend. She noticed a few mischievous hairs had found their way out from behind Emma's ear and were shrouding her tightly closed eyes. Jenny smiled again and lovingly tucked them back. Soft sunlight fell across Emma's face then, making her features glow, a stark contrast from the shadows of the night before. Jenny couldn't resist leaning over and placing a soft kiss on Emma's slightly flushed cheek. The prickly heat still hadn't gone, Jenny noticed. Possibly from the alcohol that was still in her system or possibly from her state of fully clothed-ness. Too many clothes, Jenny thought.

Emma frowned and scrunched her nose up. A little moan of discomfort escaped her. "I didn't mean to wake you," Jenny whispered.

"Why did you bring coffee then?" Emma snuck an eye open at spotted the tray. "For two."

Jenny shrugged. "I'm thirsty". She may have intended to wake Emma up. In fact it was something Jenny very much enjoyed doing. Watching her twitch and whimper, slowing emerging from her slumber. She did it every time she stayed over. She was always up before Emma just so she could see the split second of panic in her eyes as she realises she was not in her own bed. And just so she could see it replaced by relief and contentment when she realises its Jenny's bed that she was currently tucked up in.

Right then however, Emma wasn't quite content. She frowned once more and stuck her bottom lip out ever so slightly. "My brain hurts."

Jenny returned her pout and traced a finger over the line of Emma's jaw almost unconsciously. "You'll be fine," she smiled as she ran a finger beneath her girlfriend's chin, tilting her head and bringing her lips up to meet hers. A small mmmm escaped Emma's throat and Jenny grinned into the kiss. That was the contentedness she was looking for. Pleased with herself, Jenny broke their kiss and moved to pour both her and Emma some coffee. "You really need to brush your teeth," she joked.

Emma grumbled but took the joke. "After coffee," she insisted.

"Deal," Jenny nodded.

Jenny convinced Emma to budge over in bed to make room for her once more and so they enjoyed breakfast together. Jenny would take Emma's jam order and apply the correct condiment to the croissants, all expertly spread and delivered adequately. They laughed and recalled the previous night's events at the club. Caro begrudgingly socializing with them, Bodo spilling his drink on a girl he was trying desperately to chat up, Luzi rolling her eyes every time Jenny and Emma did something "cute". It had been a good night, especially since they decided to keep the party rolling at the Bergmann's.

Jenny had almost forgotten about the text she'd received from last night until their breakfast was interrupted by a familiar buzzing coming from her bedside table. She stiffened, apologised to Emma and leaned to grab her phone. From the display she could see it was her father. She looked across to Emma who must have sensed her trepidation as worry was etched across her features. Her dark eyes now darker than they were before.

Jenny swallowed. She should have said something, tried to explain before but she was scared. Now it was too late. Emma knew that something was up, and Emma knew that Jenny had kept it from her. Shit. She flipped her phone open.

"Hi Dad." Jenny offered a smile to Emma but her face was still stark with worry.

"I know. I er, got a text last night. I'm really sorry dad." … "Yeah, I'm fine,"… "Yes… I know she shouldn't be…but," … "Okay, thanks Dad. I'll see you in Arrivals okay? Send my love to Mum." … "Fine, you'll send a car, great. See you s…" Jenny snapped her phone shut in annoyance and sighed, exhaling and sending her bangs all a flutter. Her father had hung up on her. He'd sounded awful, like he hadn't slept. Perhaps he had known earlier that morning.

"Everything alright?" Jenny heard her girlfriend ask, her voice betraying her ever so slightly with a tremble. Jenny kept her eyes closed. Fuck. "Jenny?" Emma's voice came again. Higher this time, panic sneaking in. "Jenny, what's happened?"

The brunette bit her bottom lip, huffed and opened her eyes. A pair of hazel orbs met her own blue ones, swimming with questions.

"My Godfather's died." Emma's eyes widened.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Emma rushed forward to envelop Jenny in a desperate, crushing hug. Jenny found herself grinning over her girlfriend's rigorous concern.

"Thank you," Jenny managed. She didn't deal with sympathy well, even from Emma it seemed. They held their embrace for what seemed like forever when finally Jenny pulled back and wiped a tear from her eye. "I have to pack," she said quickly and practically leaped off the bed and away from Emma's desperate eyes.

"You're leaving?" She heard the question come from behind her.

"My Dad's booked me a flight. It leaves in three hours," Jenny explained. Not daring to turn around and face her girlfriend's questioning eyes, she pulled hard on the handle of her suitcase. It wouldn't budge.

"To London?"

"Yes, Emma. To London." Jenny snapped and her girlfriend fell silent. She didn't deserve that. Jenny stopped trying to yank her suitcase from the wardrobe, dropped her shoulders and turned round. Only to see something she wasn't expecting. She didn't see a defeated, quivering Emma. She saw a defiant one and it made her proud. Emma 2.0.

"That wasn't fair," Jenny blurted.

"No it wasn't."

"Sorry."

"Good," she nodded. "Thanks. But it's okay. You're allowed to be angry, just not at me okay?" The last few words were said with a little less certainty.

Jenny smirked and held up the piece of clothing that she was clutching in her right hand, the piece of clothing that she had hastily thrown into her wardrobe upon waking this morning. Her top from the night before. "Oh really?" she asked, eyebrow raised and smirk growing wider.

Emma clapped her hand over her mouth and Jenny could see a blush rising in her already hot cheeks. Jenny chuckled again. She felt she was laughing too much considering the current situation but sometimes with Emma you couldn't help but smile vigorously.

"It's okay. Your intentions were pure… well, not pure but … good. " She was really blushing now. "And besides, it was an Ex's." Emma blinked. Although Jenny didn't relish bringing it up, this was probably the most painless way to breach the subject, for both of them. Emma was still silent. "So, er, I'm glad you ripped it," Jenny offered, hoping to smooth things over as quickly as possible.

"But you still wear it?" Emma asked, not so innocently.

"Well, I liked it."

"But you're glad I ripped it?"

"Emma, it's just a shirt. That's all I'm trying to say." A tension hung in the room again.

"Emma," Jenny made sure their gazes met, "I have to go by myself okay?" Emma nodded.

"Maybe I can try and get the train across or someth…"

"I don't think that's the best id-"

"I want to be there for you." Emma explained, frustration creeping into her voice. Jenny smiled sadly.

"I know. And that's just one of the many, and there are many, reasons that I love you." Jenny was relieved to see a smile creep across Emma's sad face too. "I would love you to be there with me but there are certain … tensions." Jenny placed both hands on Emma's shoulders. "And you don't deserve to have to deal with them."

"Your ex?" Emma said with a pained expression, like Jenny was just about to rip a plaster from some miscellaneous wound. The brunette took a deep breath.

"Is my Godfather's daughter".

"Oh."

"Yeah…" They both nodded in a mutual appreciation of how shitty this situation could potentially get.

Jenny took Emma's chin between her thumb and forefinger once more and brought her eyes up to meet her own. "You trust me don't you?" Jenny asked. Suddenly panic played across Emma's eyes and she nodded her head vigorously.

"Of course I do," She rose a little on the balls of her feet and captured Jenny's warm lips with her own and made certain to remember the taste, the feeling, the sensations it elicited. It would be all that would keep her going whilst Jenny was away. They broke apart but kept their noses touching. "Just make sure she knows you're taken okay? I don't want her trying anything on?"

Jenny laughed, a throaty laugh this time, almost as if tears had been welling up behind her eyes and sobs within her throat. "Oh I'm pretty sure my Dad has already made sure she knows his little girl is no longer available."

Emma pulled back, a puzzled expression on her face, constantly convinced of Jenny's parent's disapproval of her. "Really?" Jenny closed the gap Emma had just created and kissed Emma once more, imprinting the moment in her mind, just as her girlfriend had done seconds before.

"Really,' Jenny whispered, her warm breath tickling the sensitive, soft skin of Emma's lips. They stayed there for a few moments more, foreheads touching until it was Emma who broke the silence.

"You should pack." Jenny mmmed her agreement.

"And you should brush your teeth," she teased. Emma just laughed and padded through to the bathroom and Jenny quickly packed a travel bag.

There wasn't any time for long goodbyes at the airport so Emma got washed and dressed and the two girls said their goodbyes on the Bergmann's doorstep with Stephan waiting, sombre by the car. He'd explained that Jenny's father had phoned through, informing him of the situation and requesting he made sure she got to the airport in time to make her flight.

"Call when you touchdown okay?"

"Of course." Jenny nodded, still clutching the blonde's hands. "I love you Emma," she spoke honestly, attempting to assure her girlfriend. Although Emma seemed cool on the outside, the brunette knew she will have quickly begun to over think the whole situation already.

"I know. I love you too. If you need me let me know and I'll hold up a pawn shop and be on the first plane over okay?" Emma joked but her smile was forced and strained. She was putting on a brave face, one that certainly wasn't fooling. But the Jenny nodded glumly.

"Okay." They hugged, kissed once more and then Jenny was gone. On a plane to London.

TBC

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