AN: For #kisekirarepairs on AO3/Twitter, have some post series Theresia/Emily! Gotta admit, I'm a little nervous about this one; I've never written this ship before (or even F/F for that matter) so here's to breaking new ground by starting small :D

Ever After

Theresia's not quite sure what she expects to happen when she finally manages to pull herself away from Emily, her lips still tingling with electricity. A burst of fireworks, perhaps? The world beneath her feet giving way to clouds and sunshine? Some other cliché from one of the many romance novels she'd always secretly enjoyed over a cup of tea?

The answer comes surprisingly quickly, mundane as it turns out to be.

"… Huh."

"What is it?"

"Was it just me, or was that a little too easy?" Emily asks, her nose scrunching in a tell that Theresia can recognize anywhere and making a persuasive argument that maybe, just maybe, flights of fancy are overrated.

"How so?" she replies with a tiny, amused smile, careful not to give anything away herself.

"I dunno, it's just – I'm not sure what should be going through my head right now, I guess?" she says with a frown. "I mean, I've thought about this for so long and not a word because I know you have too – "

"Guilty as charged," Theresia freely admits, rather enjoying the way Emily's complexion was starting to complement her hair.

"A-Anyways," she continues, still struggling to find her equilibrium, "All I'm saying is that… well, we took the scenic route getting here, didn't we? And that usually means things should get a little complicated after a while, right? Like after all this time I was worried sick about awkwardness and what-ifs and all that other fun stuff, but it turns out I was panicking about nothing because now all I can do is wonder why the hell we didn't make this happen sooner!"

Theresia tilts her head thoughtfully. "I was wondering that too, actually."

"Yeah, yeah," Emily grumbles, not looking all that annoyed when the blonde gently takes her hand with a tiny giggle. "Look, I get that it's weird to be kinda freaking out over not freaking out, but… "

"No, no. I understand," she assures her, and upon seeing her doubtful look she smiles and gives her hand another squeeze. "At least, I think I do. To be honest, if it were anyone else this would be complicated and messy and terrifying and whatever other words you might care to apply, except… it's not anyone else. It's you."

She's never seen that look on Emily's face before. It's something she wants to see more of.

"It's you," Theresia repeats warmly, her words as flowing water because she loves like she breathes, "and that's more than enough for me. It always has been, and it always will be."

After a moment that stretches out into forever, Emily inhales deeply and shifts forward, letting herself be drawn into a loose embrace.

"And here I thought I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," she murmurs, looking a little sheepish. "I promised your dad and everything, remember?"

"I do, but I also remember that you've also taken care of me plenty. It's my turn to return the favor, I think."

Emily flashes her a cheeky grin and the air of anticipation isn't lost on her in the least. "If you insist, though if you're really serious about it…"

Theresia laughs aloud as she closes her eyes and leans in, and when their lips touch once again it's like something out of a fairytale. Like something out of a love story, something wonderful that will forever belong to them and only them.

They hold each other, let the world fade to nothing, and breathe.