This is a new chapter continuing off of the old one. Right after specifically. I might also be writing these back to back as I have no other fan fictions to work on. Don't forget to review and follow me so you can hear about all of my new chapters and fanfics.
We all stood jaw gaping at the child who was surprisingly the same height and had the same accent of Milliard. It was strange, to say the least, because we didn't know if that was actually Milliard just playing some cruel joke on us or if this is actually the Gypsy. But that is not the only reason it was strange it got even worse when he pulled out his phone and showed us a live (supposedly) stream of a floating pair of clothes in a prison. This is what really got to me, he gave us the coordinates of the place as well.
"How do we know you aren't lying to us" Emma glared hands steaming.
"You don't" he stated in a matter-of-fact manner.
Emma's eyes were glowing slightly red as she almost reached out and melted his head off, until I had to calm her down by spending a few minutes with her alone if you know what I mean. I brought her up to my room to calm down and sat her on my bed while sat down behind her massaging her shoulders.
"You know, you dont have to do this" she said.
"Do what?"
"Comfort me"
"I know, but I want to. I love you"
We sat in silence for a while after the comment I just made. Had I gone to far?
"I love you too.
Nope, apparently I hadn't much to my relief. I felt the same urge that I had on the menagerie to close all gaps between our bodies, and they did. Damn it was hard to take it slow. My lips pulled away as I gasped for air, her body on mine, breathing warm air into my lips and face.
"Instead of doing things normally when it comes to you and I, how about we just do things normal, to our standards?" Emma questioned.
"What are our standards?"
"This" She said and then our bodies were tangled again as I felt the warmth of her hands course through her up my back as she eased of my shirt. Oh, hell. The Bird.