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Kara x Zephyrine
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Jan 04, 2016 01:42PM

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Emerson pulled her knees up to her chest while she ate, giving a one-shouldered shrug. "Just look over the house again for a moment; maybe get an eye for where we want stuff to go. What about you?" she asked and then took another bite.

Emerson leaned against the counter as she finished off her breakfast. She swallowed before shaking her head. "No, I have no idea what to do with them. There's like, three?" She set her plate on the counter and pursed her lips as she thought. "You think Copper would like her own room?" she asked with a smirk.

Emerson chuckled, running a hand through her damp hair. "She does," she agreed, she remembering the time when Bones and her were at Kylist's house, and Copper sat on Emerson so she couldn't move. She smiled and stood to clean up the kitchen. "Do you have any ideas for the rooms?"

"Why not?" Emerson hadn't meant to react so quickly, as she actually hadn't really ever considered the possibility with Crispin. She turned and started washing the skillet he had made the breakfast in.

Emerson huffed and scrubbed at the skillet more fervently, knowing he wasn't wrong. "Fine. You're right." She mentally backtracked. "I don't think you would be a bad father, though. You would be much better than yours, anyway." She frowned and continued at the dishes.

Emerson shrugged but didn't look up at him, finishing the pan once she rinsed it before grabbing a towel to dry. "We'll have to be careful, then. Unless it really doesn't work like that," she said, referring to Crispin's earlier comment of not know if the two could procreate. She set the pan aside and tossed the trash into a bag. "A demon baby would probably kill me, anyway." Although she felt slightly disappointed, even if she hadn't been counting on it.

"No," Emerson replied quickly. "I mean, I did. But it's way too dangerous. Even if it wasn't our own, the baby would still be hunted like us. And it wouldn't be fair to a human child to be raised by us. It isn't a good idea." She finally looked up at him and raised her eyebrows. "Sorry I brought it up."

Emerson sighed and gave way to Bones' arms, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. "Don't apologize; we had to talk about it sooner or later. I'll try to find some herbs to make sure I don't get pregnant." She slid her arms around Crispin and held him close.

"Yeah," Emerson mumbled into his shirt quietly. She still held him for a bit before pulling away and sighing. "I figured we could put the smaller couch in the second living room with the bigger in the one on the level," she started off. "What do you think?"

Emerson surveyed the room, spinning around a few times. "Here, facing here, since there's this big window." It was a pretty good view, especially if they ever ended up randomly snuggling in there. "If we tilt it a little we can have the view from the window and the fireplace."

"I'll get it," Emerson said as she heard the doorbell, stopping her fiddling with a weird hook on a wall. She went downstairs and opened the door to greet one of the movers, directing the first piece of furniture up to where she had left Bones.

Together, the two of them finished directing everything until Emerson tipped the movers and they left. She found Bones again and flopped onto one of the new couches. "Watching them move all of this stuff was exhausting," she dramatically huffed, wanting the air between them to return to normal since the baby conversation.

"At the store that sells couches and has male escorts for hire." Emerson snuggled into Crispin to tell the story. "All the guys were all over me for my business," she paused for emphasis. "but I told them I had a hot date waiting for me back at where the couch was to be delivered. They said that wasn't a good enough reason and I said I had a scary boyfriend that would beat them up scary-boyfriend style if they didn't back off." Her lips formed a thin line in a pleased smirk at the tale.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Emerson hummed hummed before she saw his expression and laughed. "I'm joking, don't worry. You were with me moth of the time anyway, remember?" She relaxed at his touch and closed her eyes.

"Yeah, and six guys flocked to me for my company in your absence," Emerson played back after pulling away from the kiss. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his neck, breathing on him lightly.

"Think you have something to worry about?" Emerson murmured softly into his skin, her eyes shutting in bliss with his skin-to-skin contact on her back. She melted into his side but kept her face to his neck, smirking softly.

"What color icing?" Emerson questioned quietly, curling up and pulling herself with her legs over Bones'. "Because it definitely matters," she teased with a small smile.

"If you let me decide the color of your personality icing, it's going to be hot pink," Emerson said before her body stiffened at the tickling. "Never," she wheezed as she tried to hold her breath, curling into a ball next to Crispin.

"That's- racist," Emerson got out, shutting her eyes tight and hugging herself in an attempt to shield from the tickles. "If you don't stop tickling me-" she paused and wiggled a little, "you won't get any sexy time for an entire week," she threatened.

"And here I was thinking you didn't have a soul." Emerson just stiffened her entire body other than for talking, her face flushed. "You can't last an entire week after last night, I'd bet. You probably couldn't even last a week with kissing me."

Emerson swatted his hands away and sat up, taking a deep breath and swiping her hair out of her face. "Maybe we could go a week or months without sex, but the kissing would be super hard. Especially for you," she mused aloud, considering he was usually the one who started it. She smirked. "I'll bet you wouldn't last." She leaned closer and winked.

Emerson stood as well and shook her head. "I could easily last. Starting now," she decided, breezing past him to go find her boots. "I'll go start working on the shop." She already felt an unnecessary pull to go and kiss Bones before she headed outside, and it made her annoyed of herself. She bent and slid on her boots, grabbing her leather jacket from the place she had stashed it before, to go out with just her leggings and sweater on otherwise, as it was warm enough for it.

"Sounds good," Emerson murmured as she tugged on her coat, heading out as well but to the direction of her new shop. She jogged to it quickly, not wanting to be out in the open for too long. Sliding open the doors, she slipped in quickly and turned on the lights.

Emerson took a long sigh as she surveyed the shop. There were tables and cases pushed up against the walls, and she found a few clean rags in one of the side rooms. She used them to dust the room and items before pushing some of the tables into the center area. She huffed; they were thick and heavy. Too heavy for her to move on her own, but she could probably just- she held up her hands and willed the table to move toward her. It did, with a loud screeching noise of the metal points on the concrete of the floor.