A\N: I'm taking a break from writing The Good Wife and The Blacklist for a little bit because my muses have waned in the creative department in the last few weeks.
I've had this written in a notebook for a few years and stumbled across it a few days ago and rewritten it in another notebook to make it longer.
I've always loved Revenge and seeing as I'm on season 1, I'm a hardcore Emily/Daniel shipper so this my OTP for this fandom, always. So here is Down at the beach, Angels. (This is longer than the original, I've rewritten it and added bits in.)
Emily Thorne tosses and turns in her bed, the coves spread on the floor, the pillows thrown at the door and at the foot of the bed in an effort to be comfortable in the heatwave that has spread into her house the last few nights. It's hot in her room tonight, hotter than it has been in the last week, despite the windows being opened as far as she can reach, too hot for her to get a modicum of sleep, even with the cool air blowing in through the open windows.
She groans to herself before deciding to give up on trying to sleep and gets out of bed, putting on a thin robe, padding out of her bedroom. It's a little bit cooler downstairs, thanks to the doors to the deck being left open when she went to bed a few hours ago. She steps outside onto the deck and lets the cool air wash over her when she notices a lone figure sitting down on the beach. A smile comes to her lips as she starts making her way down the beach, dressed in a tank top, pyjama shorts, a thin robe and bare feet.
The beach is cooling with each step she takes, the sand is soft in between her painted toes, the waves lap gently against the shore, the stars are out tonight, bright against the blackness of the sky. She spots him sitting in the sand, his toes in the water, staring away into the distance. She sits down next to him silently. He knows she's here as he slips his hand into hers without a word. She squeezes his hand.
"It's late, Emily." Daniel says over the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the blonde nods her head, her ponytail swinging side to side. "It's too hot to sleep." Is all she says in response before they revert back to silence and watch the waves.
"So why are you awake at three am, Daniel?" She asks, Daniel sighs. "No reason." He answers. She nods, accepting his answer, at least for now. Emily leans into him, her head laying on his shoulder as she puts her toes into the water. She and Daniel remain silent as they watch the waves hit the sand and the sun rises over The Hamptons.
"Come on, Ms Thorne." Daniel says as he stands up once the sun is fully in the sky, tugging her up with him. She smiles when he kisses her and squeals as he throws her over his shoulder, running up the beach to her house.
Both of them are unaware of a certain little sister watching the couple with her cellphone camera directed at them and a smile on her face.
A\N: My first Revenge story is done. I know it's a little short but I think it's a good first one. I may have more Revenge stories in the future, enjoy Angels.