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Post by Delia Sierra Reynolds on Jun 29, 2016 22:25:02 GMT -5
Delia's life would never be the same as what she'd imagined for herself when she'd still been young and naïve and thought the world was an adventurous place. There was no going back and even the climb up from that downward spiral of hers had been a tough one that left her bloodied and bruised more than a few times. But she'd made it out. The last cut though had hurt the most, had been the deepest. She hadn't wanted to leave Meredith behind, wished she could have taken her with her when she'd moved. But her brother needed to figure out how to be an adult and a parent to a teenager. Delia wasn't old enough to have a teenage child and yet she'd been more of a parent to her niece than the girl's own parents had. But Delia had known what it had been like to lose your parents. Delia's situation may have been permanent with absolutely no chance of seeing her parents again so she knew Meredith's situation was ten times worse but Delia could understand so much better than Blake since he wasn't a girl.
She'd never thought there would be any other moments in her life like that night when her brother told her what happened to their parents, or the night she had to tell her sweet niece that she couldn't stick around any more because it was what was best for her father. It had been awkward and there had been so many tears but Meredith was a smart girl. And she knew if anything ever happened and she needed Delia, there was only a plane ride between them. Delia had honestly thought that the next awkward moment in her life, would be Mere calling her and telling her what time the plane would arrive in New York! She hadn't counted in becoming friends with Emmett, winning the trip to Vegas or making out with her best friend in their hotel room.
Never in Delia's life had she been in a situation like this one. It was crazy and reckless and exciting and she knew better than to want more of it. But she did. Oh, did she ever want even more. It was easier said than done of course and she tried to deny it for so long. But she had tried, and all the while wondering what it would be like when they were both sober and knowing full well what they were doing. The first time, back in Vegas, they'd been drinking and they'd thrown caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may. Delia didn't want to lose Emmett. She really adored the geeky archaeology major and she felt like her life would be less without him in it. It was a good thing she didn't have to say much more to convince him to kiss her again because she really had no idea what else she could say! But before she could even worry about coming up with something else to say, she was pulled flush against Emmett but she didn't feel close enough to him. She wanted to claw at his clothes but all she did was fist her hands in his shirt, trying to pull him even closer then he was, then he could even be. This kiss was what she'd been thinking about since Vegas; drawn to it like an addict wanting so much more.
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Post by emmett reuben winchester on Jul 17, 2016 16:24:19 GMT -5
Emmett was not the man he had been a few years ago. He had lost some of his happiness, and a part of himself in finding out the truth of his parentage. Again, the man of a few years ago probably would have scoffed at the very idea of being locked in a broom closet making out like a hormonal teenager. Not that it wasn’t something he hadn’t wondered about when he had seen it on the television, but it was mostly wondering why a broom closet of all places, and what if something were to spill and cause an allergic reaction or a chemical burn? He had been a clumsy man, even back then since clumsiness was not something there was a cure for, but he was a little less reckless. It was the teacher in him. He was forever full of risk assessments and considering if he might have an angry parent on the phone concerned about something or another that had taken place in the classroom or on a school trip. None of that mattered in his life though now. Emmett was no longer Mr Winchester and after the surreal discovery that his mother was a liar and a cheat, he was a little more inclined to throw caution to the wind. Maybe he ought to face up to those issues instead of letting them fester, but so far no one else had been hurt by the revelation besides Emmett.
Right now he wasn’t bothered with thoughts of his mother, his dad, or the man who had one of his kidneys because he was actually the man who provided half of his DNA. In fact, they were the furthest thing from his mind. When Vegas had been mentioned this was not something Emmett expected to happen. It had been extremely surprising and now he kind of found himself not wanting it to end; which felt even stranger. He wasn’t exactly a Casanova, and most of his past relationships had been of the slow burning kind that died out quicker than they ignited. This sort of behaviour was not common to him, and his attempts at flirting with girls were cringe-worthy at best. So to be here now, pressed up against Delia who he had shoved up against the door, was a little bemusing, but he couldn’t get enough. It was like everything that should have happened in Vegas had been bubbling up and was just exploding out of him now.
Emmett ran his hands over her, squeezing her waist tightly before moving back up again. He wanted to just keep touching her, kissing her. He trailed his lips down her neck, ignoring the crash when he knocked something off the shelf by his shoulder. A broom closet was really inconvenient in terms of space, but he was delirious right now. He pressed his lips back to hers and hoisted her up unceremoniously, staggering backwards, seemingly unprepared to hold her, despite having chosen to lift her up himself in the first place. He chuckled against her skin as he fell against the back wall, mops and brushing spinning away from them.
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Post by Delia Sierra Reynolds on Jun 12, 2017 11:13:34 GMT -5
Growing up Delia had been a good kid. She'd been active, had tons of friends and was just so happy. And then her parent's died and naturally she just had to rebel. She'd turned down a bit of an ugly path for long enough that she'd seen some interesting things and met some interesting people. Thankfully, she'd still had her senses and hadn't experimented as much as her old friends assumed she had. Mostly Delia had become angry at the world at large and no amount of therapy or medications had fixed her lost little soul. Not that she had taken the medications they'd given to her after those first two weeks. She hadn't been all that fond of the fog that had filled her head. She turned to slipping out of her brother's house late at night, drinking and dancing until dawn and then sleeping all day and doing it again. She didn't go back to fencing through her little walk on the dark side though her spot on the team had remained until she'd been ready to return to it.
Despite becoming a bit of a bad seed, most people had given Delia the benefit of the doubt, all claiming it was her way of grieving. She probably would have stayed down that dark path if she hadn't fallen out of that tree in the back garden and broken her arm. She wouldn't have frightened Meredith and saw just what she was doing to her family. All those years and bad memories were behind her though and she tried very hard to put hem all behind her. She was a better person for having gone through it all but she also didn't need to slip back into old ways either. So far, she hadn't and Delia had no plans of becoming that girl again. It hadn't actually been worth her time back then but then, most spirals weren't. Things were different after she'd gotten that degree of hers and had used those handful of years to her advantage. That degree was the only good thing that came out of those difficult years. Those years in school had actually helped Delia systematically work her way through her issues and made her a better person at the end of it all.
And while she might have been a bit of a wild child when she'd been younger, she had never been pushed up against a broom closet's door and kissed with such reckless abandon. None of what was happening now had ever happened to her before, not any single part of it. So for it all to be happening at once, the redhead almost felt like she was in one of those angsty teen romantic comedies with her very own sweet, handsome but nerdy white knight included. She was by no means making fun of it or wishing it would stop. Since Vegas, this tension had been building up between them and it was bound to end one way or another. Oddly, or not so much, Delia was glad it had gone this way instead. It appeared neither of them were ready for Emmett to lift Delia into his arms when he did it though. The feeling coursing through Delia however, wasn't fear at being hit in the head with a bucket or flying cleaning bottle. No, she was feeling excitement at being lifted at all and kissed so passionately. She giggled against Emmett's soft lips even as she tightened her grip on him.
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Post by emmett reuben winchester on Oct 2, 2017 16:58:27 GMT -5
The rough scar on Emmett’s side would always remind him of why he was so angry at his family. The idealistic dream he thought he had grown up in had been shattered so quickly he hadn’t even been able to prepare himself for it. Emmett wouldn’t be able to consider home the same place again; not as long as he was alive. It didn’t matter if his parents upped and moved, or if he was returning to Salem when he was seventy years old. All he could remember now was the anger and betrayal of discovering the lies that had followed him his whole life. It had changed him, and Emmett didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing just yet. The scar on his stomach would be there for the rest of his days, just like the pain of discovering the truth about his mother. He was a different man now, and this man was still bumbling and awkward, but he was less wary about how he lived his life. He was more inclined to do what he wanted rather than what he thought was best. Sometimes he thought he was being controlled by his own pain rather than any real desire to do some of the things he did.
Other times he was certain the changes just brought out a confidence in him that he needed in his life. Emmett could have done with it when he was younger, if he was honest about it. There were still plenty of times when he wished it would bubble to the surface but it didn’t. It was like it only came to grace him when it felt like it, and sometimes it could be the strangest of times. Once he felt confident enough to order a complicated coffee at Starbucks, but five minutes later it was gone and he couldn’t do anything but hurry past the shouting businessman who was screaming at some teenager who accidentally knocked his cell phone from his hand at a busy crossing. Like most parts of his personality, it didn’t make any sense.
This scene right now made little sense to him. He didn’t know why he had Delia in his arms, kissing her like he might die if he stopped. It wasn’t like it was something he thought about often. Hell, before their Vegas trip it wasn’t something he had thought about at all! Right now though he didn’t want to let her go, or have either of them walk out of the closet and return to the jobs both of them seemed to have forgotten about. Emmett supported her weight with one arm beneath her, wrapping the other around her back where he did his best to get his hand under the shirt she wore. “Why is everything so tight?” He grumbled, breathing heavily as he pushed her up against the door again, this time in frustration, his lips hard against hers once more. This was entirely inappropriate right now, but Emmett couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to touch every inch of Delia, and kiss her until their worlds were upside down.
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Post by Delia Sierra Reynolds on Dec 7, 2019 2:01:37 GMT -5
Things had been a little weird since Las Vegas but Delia didn't want to think too much into it. She didn't want to be one of those girls she'd known growing up when they were old enough to get into the night clubs. They were so busy reading into every little thing that they didn't have any fun at all and spent half their night out crying. It was ridiculous. She'd wanted to dance and have a couple of drinks and just have a good time. She didn't have time for such nonsense in Scotland and she wasn't going to turn into one of those girls now. She knew better than to let it go on for as long as it did. She was a grown-ass woman and knew she needed to talk to Emmett about what happened but she also didn't want to ruin their friendship. She was starting to sound like a bloody broken record and it was driving her a bit mental. Pretending it didn't happen and getting on with work had been a plan for a little while but it was definitely short term and now that he'd locked them in a broom cupboard, her time was up.
There were many things in life Delia thought would happen. She thought, at some point, she'd break another bone. She was a fairly active girl and it was inevitable with her occasional clumsiness. She thought she would see her niece graduate and become someone wonderful and intelligent and brave and brilliant. She expected there would come a time when she would have wee ones running around and making a mess, painting the walls with their fingers paints. She expected a good relationship and a good job. She did not expect to be pushed into a broom cupboard to discuss things that she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about but still felt a little awkward about nonetheless. She was feeling a little scared if she were being honest with herself. She didn't want to lose Emmett as a friend but she also couldn't deny that she'd been thinking a lot more about Emmett lately.
For a minute, Delia allowed herself to forget she was pressed up against a rickety shelving unit full of cleaning supplies. She forgot that she was still technically at work and that they needed to really sort through everything and just enjoyed Emmett's body pressed against hers. She liked the feel of it, the feel of Emmett's hands roaming over her body. Still, Delia would not regret this. It physically pained her to do it, felt like the stupidest move she could have ever made but she still pulled away from Emmett. "Stop, stop, stop." She said, breathing heavily, setting her hand on his roaming one. "We're in a broom cupboard, Emmett. I have no idea where this is going but it's not happening in a bloody broom cupboard." She said, still pulling in deep breaths. "I think." she started between breaths. "I think I want to see where this is going. How would you feel about that?" She asked, nervously. It was now or never and she didn't want to let the moment pass her by.
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Post by emmett reuben winchester on Feb 22, 2020 19:25:59 GMT -5
Emmett had never been the wild type. Even in college he hadn’t done anything crazy – clumsy, but never crazy. He was usually too awkward, too goofy for anything scandalous. Emmett just wasn’t that guy. He didn’t get wasted and do reckless things. In fact, most of the time he had a drink he was going home alone, stumbling through his front door and tripping over furniture that hadn’t been moved since he moved in. He wasn’t the type to pick up girls in bars, or dance with them in hazy nightclubs. With his luck he’d probably get the girl who had a hot-tempered boyfriend with a heavy right hook. Las Vegas had been something very unusual for him. It was something he couldn’t even explain away with the drink since he knew he wasn’t that type of guy. Alcohol made him clumsier than normal, made him laugh at pretty much everything, but it did not make him grab one of his good friends and kiss her senseless. He couldn’t run around avoiding that because it repeatedly came back to smack him in the face every time he saw Delia. If he’d been able to blame it all on too many drinks then he would have done, but Emmett was not a liar.
He had his secrets, yes, and some of them he wished he could scream from the rooftops. Alas, he cared far too much about those he loved to be responsible for hurting them. So he let them press heavy on his shoulders, crippling him at times when his mood was low or he was back around the family who had caused most of this anxiety for him. Keeping secrets did not make him a liar. He avoided difficult scenarios where he knew he would be forced to lie, and he kept away from the situations that may make him twist his words to paint a pretty picture. Secrets were bad enough, but lying was something else entirely, something Emmett wasn’t comfortable doing. He wasn’t comfortable being around liars either, which was probably why his circle was so small these days. One little white lie might be masking something bigger, or darker, and Emmett didn’t need that kind of drama in his life; at least not on top of what he already found himself dealing with every holiday season.
With his eyes closed, the broom cupboard felt like Las Vegas, only smaller and with a slightly damp, musty smell. But Delia was the same, and kissing her, being this close to her felt just as incredible. This time he was sober, which only proved him right about being unable to blame the drink. Pulling away when she asked, it took him a second to clear his mind, running his hand through his likely mussed up hair. “Bathroom then?” He asked jokingly, flashing Delia a quick, breathless smile so she knew he wasn’t serious. At least not completely. She was right though, and Emmett knew she deserved more from any guy than a quickie in a broom cupboard. Still, it was hard to shut his feelings down immediately, especially when certain ones were running wild right now. His lips found her jawline, peppering soft kisses there until he found her lips. “I think the end of shift can’t come quick enough.” He breathed against her lips, finally pulling away from Delia entirely before things could get carried away again.
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