These are a collection of drabbles I wrote by request and posted on my tumblr. Enjoy!
"How long are you going to force me to sit here, Jules?" Emma whined from her seat on the roof. Julian had been inspired to paint a still life this afternoon, and was now using Emma as his subject. It was a breezy, warm day in Los Angeles, the perfect day for painting on the roof. Unfortunately Emma didn't seem to think the same.
He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair, smearing paint, but he didn't care. He had to get this painting just right. Something was off in his depiction of her, and he wasn't going to quit until her got it absolutely perfect.
He looked up just as Emma turned her head to face the city vista. At that moment, the sunlight glinted off her long blonde hair and her mouth turned up in a smile as she basked in the warmth. His heart stopped.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
And he was irrevocably in love with her.
"Jules, stop!" Emma screeched as Julian splashed her with frigid ocean water. He knew she could bear to put her feet in the water, but anything above her hips made her panic.
"Sorry, Em," Jules said, grinning. He shook out his hair as he waded over to the shallow water where Emma was cautiously standing. Pulling out a piece of seaweed that had been stuck in his hair, he placed it on Emma's exposed shoulder when she was looking down.
"AH! JULES!" She shrieked, flinging the seaweed off of her. In her haste, she stumbled back and lost her balance in the sand. Julian reached out to catch her, but her momentum sent him tumbling with her.
Julian braced himself on top of Emma, staring down at her bikini-clad body. A wave of heat rose to his face as took her in. She was looking up at him with such a strange expression.
Something made him whisper, "Emma," and that was the spark. Their mouths clashed with pent up passion that surprised them both. Lips moving in sync, he wound his sand covered hands in her hair. She arched her back into him, deepening the kiss. Finally, he came to his senses and pulled away.
"Emma," his voice cracked. "We-we can't do this-" But she merely pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting again.
Their friendship had been irretrievably changed as the sun settled beneath the horizon on a warm California evening.
As the Shax demon came hurtling towards Emma, she unsheathed a knife from her belt and aimed for its eye. She faintly heard Julian screaming at her to move, but she was determined to take this one down by herself. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the speed at which the demon was charging at her. By the time she had found her aim, her head was hitting the hard concrete of the alley.
As she fought for her vision, she heard Julian grappling with the demon. She wanted to go to him, to scream for him to get away, that she could handle it, but she couldn't find the energy to stand.
Footsteps echoed off the close walls of the alley and she saw Julian's face hover over hers.
"Emma? Emma, please no, come on. Fight for me," she heard him plead. She registered the sting of his stele as he frantically drew iratzes up her arm.
She managed to blink and cough out, "I'm…here, Jules."
"Oh thank God," Julian breathed, pulling her close. "I thought I'd lost you, Em. Don't scare me like that again."
"But you'll always come to help me, Jules," she mumbled, smiling. "That's why I love you." And then she let the darkness surround her.
Emma and Julian lay side by side on the red blanket they had dragged up the hill. Julian leaned over her and dropped a grape in her open mouth, and then kissed her sweetly after she swallowed. It was times like these when they could finally escape from the Institute and enjoy each other's presence. Since they couldn't display their romantic feelings for each other in front of anyone, they had to settle for stolen kisses and secret meet-ups. They didn't mind though; it was better than trying to deny themselves what they both wanted.
"How long do you think we'll have to hide like this, Jules?" Emma sighed as she rested her head on his taut stomach.
"I don't know, Em. I don't know," he whispered, smoothing a hand over her hair.
"Maybe we'll be able to get the law changed. We could do it, I bet, if we fought for it."
But for now, as their relationship hinged on the maybes and ifs, it thrived on the forevers and always
"You always hog the covers, Em. Come on, give me some." Julian tugged on the covers as Emma sleepily shook her head and rolled over, taking even more covers with her. Julian groaned.
"Fine then. I see how it is," he whispered. Slowly, he shifted his body so that he was now spooning Emma, sharing the blankets she had stolen. "There we go," he mumbled into her hair. He saw her smile faintly in her sleep. Her smile undid him and he leaned over to place a chaste kiss on her lips.
Emma rolled over and opened her eyes. "Well now I'm awake, silly." She handed over the covers that they had been fighting for.
"See how painless that was?" Julian grinned. She snuggled into his side, relishing in his warmth. She traced the parabatai rune on his neck.
"I wish we could just stay like this forever," Emma whispered.
"Me too, Em. But if anyone finds out-"
"I know," she mumbled.
They both knew. But they also knew it was worth it. They were worth it.
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