The Rink
Sprawled out on her bed, throwing sticky balls to her ceiling, Edwin whines. "Emaaaa, I'm bored," he groans to her from across the room. "If you're that bored, you'll come help me put away my summer clothes so I can take out the winter ones," Ema say's annoyed, having heard Edwins' whines now for the past half hour. "Why bother, I prefer you without clothes anyhow," Edwin whispers in her ear, having quietly snuck up behind her whilst she was huffing and puffing about his attitude. Ema shivers, trying to shake his filthy words off of her. "Please, you'd be lucky to even see my upper thigh," she dismisses. "Then, lucky am I, because I've seen you in your underwear." He teases, pinching her thigh, making her jump. She turns quickly and smacks him in the face, making his head all but spin off his shoulders. "Not funny. I was wasted and didn't have a change of clothes." Her eyebrows furrow, lips pouting. Edwin looks down at her, taking a mental image of her expression to look back on later.
He grabs her waist, making her flinch. He holds her tight, pressed against his chest. He leans his head to her level, their noses touching. "Hit me again, harder," he says, the heat on his cheeks practically radiating off of him. "You're a pervert," Ema says under her breath, breathing ragged and her heart beating rapidly. Edwin grabs her chin and tilts it up, bringing his lips just below her ear, kissing her neck. "I know you love it." He whispers back, a groan leaving his throat when he kisses her and feels her exhale.
After helping Ema rearrange her closet, moving summer clothes into boxes and transferring her winter clothes to her closet, Edwin lies on her settee, legs spread wide, throwing his head back with a dramatic sigh. "Can we do something now?" He asks, looking at Ema with his attempt at puppy eyes. Ema's face contorts. "Your puppy eyes need some work. It's like I'm looking at an angry, cross-eyed goldfish right now." She snorts. To which Edwin rolls his eyes. "Ok, let me change and then we can go out. Go tell Clar we're leaving, kay? I don't want her to wonder where we are." She demands, "Alright," Edwin says, leaving Ema to change. Once he's left and she's locked her door, Ema makes her way to her winter clothes-filled closet. Pondering what to wear. She has multiple options: A white knitted dress, some black tights and leg warmers. An off-the-shoulder black sweater, a brown mini skirt and some skin-coloured tights. Or, A red plaid skirt, white blouse and grey coat.