"HANNILY"
Hanna/Emily
"Are you sure about this?"
"For the hundredth time, Emily. Yes," Hanna answers exasperatedly as she rummages through her closet for a specific purse. "A-ha! Found it!" she exclaims.
"I guess, I still don't understand," Emily says, sitting on Hanna's bed as she plays with some fabric the other girl has thrown there in her search.
"There is a gala tonight. I'm attending. I'm allowed to bring a date. Voilà!" Hanna answers with a flourish as she turns to face the other woman. "What's confusing about it?"
"You're going to be there networking with some important people and I know absolutely nothing about fashion. I'm just wondering why you're not taking any of the models at your disposal," Emily explains.
"What color is that?" Hanna asks, gesturing toward the fabric in Emily's hands.
"Blue?" Emily asks confused.
"There! You know fashion!"
"Hanna. I'm serious," Emily sighs, throwing the fabric aside. This gala is what Hanna needs to take her design career toward the next step. Emily feels like it isn't her place to be there.
"All right, look. Yes, I have many hunks at my disposal who might know more about the fashion industry than you, but I don't want the person on my arm tonight to just be pretty. I want them to be someone who can carry a conversation with me about more than just diets and headshots," Hanna says gesturing with her hands. "I want someone who will give me undying support and make me feel confident. I want someone who I'll have fun with. I want someone I care about. I want you there. Okay?" Hanna explains as she leans against her closet door. Her voice has gotten softer, more vulnerable. She looks at her feet as she waits for Emily's response.
"Dinner last week," Emily says.
"What?" Hanna asks looking up, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"The museum the week before. The baseball game the one before that. The movie nights. The calls before going to sleep. The daily texts," Emily lists as she and Hanna lock eyes.
A beat passes.
"We're dating, aren't we?" Emily asks with more confidence than she feels right now.
Hanna takes a deep breath, "…Yes," she softly responds. "I mean, we might as well be, right? We do all the couple stuff except - " she abruptly stops.
"Except?" Emily asks with a teasing smile as she slowly gets up from the bed and approaches Hanna.
Hanna narrows her eyes at the challenge. "Sex," she boldly answers.
"Do you want to be having sex?" Emily asks.
"Yes. Do you?"
A smile begins to overtake Emily's face. "Very much so."
Emily reaches forward and cups Hanna's face as she kisses her. Hanna wastes no time in deepening the kiss.
"I can't believe you tricked me into dating you," Emily mumbles between kisses.
"Like you're really bothered," Hanna shoots back as she pushes Emily on to her bed.
Emily laughs as Hanna moves to straddle her. She's right, Emily isn't exactly bothered.
And if later that night Hanna introduces her to some big name French designer as her girlfriend, well, Emily is probably whatever the complete opposite of bothered truly is.