A/N: This story doesn't really relate much to the actual storyline in neither the books nor any of my other stories. It's sort of a drabble that happened because I needed fluffy, kissy (WARNING: slightly steamy) Blackstairs in my life.

Btw, response to Emma Carstairs Blackthorn's review: Yes, "normal treatments for demon venom" means calling on a Silent Brother, it says on page 162 of the Codex, and omgthankyousomuch for being proud of me :3

Enjoyyy :)

Bliss

A Blackstairs fanfic, by OTP-addict

A warm hand softly traced Emma's shoulder, and her lips stretched into a small smile.

"You're tickling me," she complained. The hand was replaced by lips that pressed lightly against the skin of her neck. She tilted her head, allowing easier access.

"Does this tickle?" a voice asked.

"Hmmm…" was Emma's reply.

Julian snickered in response and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'll take that as a no." He turned her towards him on the bed that they were lying on and started placing little kisses along her cheek and jaw.

A delightful feeling started in the pit of Emma's stomach, like it always did when he touched her like this. His mouth moved to her temples, across her forehead, down her nose, and then to her lips. She sighed with satisfaction and leaned into the kiss, feeling his warm breath against her skin.

She moved her hands to cup his face as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him. Emma opened her mouth slightly, and Julian seized the opportunity to let his tongue enter. A small sound of pleasure was released from the both of them.

As they pulled apart a moment later, brown eyes were met with blue-green ones. "Hello, there," Emma said playfully, ruffling the hair of the boy lying next to her.

"Stop that," he whined, making a face at her.

She laughed softly and moved her hand back to his face, stroking his cheek. Now he looked at her like he always did when they kissed; like she was the moon on a starless night. And she stared back at him, wondering how something so perfectly imperfect could coexist with the rest of humanity. How this incredible person in front of her was of this world. How he had chosen her, of all people, to spend this day with; to spend every day with.

She saw him lick his lips and her eyes were instantly diverted to them. When she looked back up, his face had changed. Now, it was hungry. And for what, she knew.

They crashed together once again with enough force to knock out the air in Emma's lungs, but she was too preoccupied to notice. She was in another world entirely, where nothing mattered but the feel of Julian's lips on hers, his hands on her body, the sound of his heavy breathing as they abandoned any and all thoughts, except those of love, passion, and lust.

When night had come and gone, and the sun was rising among orange clouds, Julian was sleeping with his back turned to Emma. She was stroking her index finger lightly over the expanse of bare skin, tracing the outlines of figures and letters, hearts and circles, declarations of love and admiration.

He stirred and groaned into his pillow, reached a hand back to touch her leg over the sheets.

She kept on drawing, and he picked up on her message. Turning, he slung one arm across the pillows for her to lie against and placed the other on her stomach.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked, voice still thick from sleep.

What a stupid question, Emma thought, but she said, "Of course I know, silly."

"Don't ever forget that," Julian finished, voice falling to a whisper as he drifted back into the world of dreaming.

Emma smiled and placed a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. "How could I?"