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[abidan]

❝[ We'll open on an stilted silence, shall we, since someone's not entirely sure whether or not it's recording. ] ... Hello? This is Emery. I mean ... it's Emery's phone? Leave a message for me and I'll get back to you when I—❞ BEEP SMS ✹ MMS ✹ VOICEMAIL ✹ EMAIL

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[abidan]

what happened to being banished to my flat for naked curry by myself?

[misdirected]

My boobs forgave you. And I miss your face.

[abidan]

good, because i was really looking forward to the bath and wine thing. and the food. just being with you, really.

[misdirected]

Shut up and get over here, dork.

action obviously. shut up. :T

[abidan]

[ And who says Emery's no good at taking orders? In this instance he does exactly as he's told, arriving at Ygritte's upmarket apartment after a stop-off at his favourite take-away. He taps the bell three times (it's his secret ring - the one he uses on everyone so they know it's him) before burrowing further into his scarf; it's cold outside, dammit, and his nose is already pink and numb. ]

I said nothing!!

[misdirected]

[ It's the little things like that that endear Emery to her endlessly. Ygritte is already grinning by the time she opens the door not a minute later. ]

You could pass for a burglar come to rob me and eat curry on my bed, looking like that.

[ The greeting of one truly adored. She tugs him in by the scarf, trying to pull the fabric away so that she can kiss the tip of his frozen nose. ]

it was pre-emptive!

[abidan]

[ A bloody burglar! The cheek, Emery thinks, but then she's pulling him close and he thinks he can quite forgive her. Grinning wide, he nudges the tip of his nose against hers once she's kissed a little warmth into it. ]

I'm sort of planning on doing that? The curry on the bed bit, anyway.

[ So he supposes she wasn't too far off. He tilts his head to fir their lips together and kisses her sweetly; lovingly. ]

Come on, it's freezing. [ His stomach choses then to growl loudly. His grin turns bashful. ] ... And I'm starving.

[misdirected]

[ She rolls her eyes and falls back onto solid ground ( she will never stop loathing that she has to go tippy-toe to kiss him properly when she's barefoot! ), taking the bag from him so he can start working off his layers. ]

Yet he wants to be naked all day. What am I going to do with you?

[ All fond, unquestionably so. Grabbing silverware and dishes she knows he won't use, she comes back pointing a fork threateningly at him. ]

And you are not eating curry on my bed, Ayliff. I've a perfectly good sofa we can eat on.

[abidan]

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

Yes ma'am.

[ Well, it was worth a shot! When he's de-layered down to his t-shirt and jeans Emery moves through to join her on the couch, pulling the coffee table closer towards them so he can spread the food out like a picnic. ]

Anyway, who wouldn't want to be naked all day? Clothes are so ... [ He makes a vague gesture with the naan bread. ] Covery uppy. Anyway, I got the paneer and spinach one, the potatoes, that beef one you liked last time, rice, some tandoori chicken, and ...

[ He rummages for a moment before pulling out a brightly coloured carton, triumphant. ]

Mango juice!

[misdirected]

[ Her laughter bursts out from her unreservedly, loud and delighted, and she rolls back onto the sofa with it. It's quite an unseemly thing, and something only Emery seems to be able to bring out of her.

Something to do with how terribly genuine he always is, no doubt. His excitement is adorable. ]

Now you're spoiling yourself.

[ And it's more than enough to brighten this day, just to be absorbed into it with him. She curls her legs underneath her and turns to crawl halfway into his lap, noses pressed together as she tugs at the button of his shirt. ]

C'mon, then. I turned up the heat just for your naked time. We can enjoy our mango juice and feast like royalty.

[abidan]

Trying to get me naked already? I've only been here five minutes.

[ But he's laughing himself, his arms moving up and around to pull her into his lap properly. It doesn't matter how much time they spend together, Merlin always misses her when they're apart. ]

Want to help me undress? I mean we'll have to go quickly, otherwise the food will get cold ...

[ Which is why he's already scrambling to get out of his clothes despite having asked for help. The sooner they're naked and cuddling and eating, the better. ]

[misdirected]

Oh, but of course. We can't let the food get cold.

[ The laughter doesn't leave her voice, her grin a permanent fixture as she helps divest Emery of his clothes. Their hands tangle and she laughs harder; eventually, she takes over at his trousers and kisses down his navel as she pushes them down with his pants in one go. Less of a sexual thing, more of an affectionate thing. More of a silent means of telling him how much she really does miss him, even if she won't say it aloud.

When he's finally naked, Ygritte sits back and cocks her head to the side in consideration, a parody of the way Emery pours himself into his art. She has hardly a creative bone in her body, but even if she could paint, it doesn't seem possible to catch the pink flush of his skin and the pure blue of his eyes in pigments. Something this wild and beautiful only exists with Emery. ]

Hmm. I should keep you naked around my flat more often.