Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
Emerson listened to her, his heart wrenching in his chest as he heard a story that sadly wasn't uncommon in Crescent Hills. People who came here strong, even though they'd been captured, only to lose themselves somewhere along the way. It was never easy to hear, and it wasn't easy to see it happen to someone. Allison didn't deserve it, and he guessed that was why people would always see him as a weak master. He didn't see the use in breaking someone that was beautiful as they were.
Piper for example. He could've gone after her when she'd walked off with that guy, demanded as her master that she listen to him. But he wanted to give her as much freedom as he could. And that meant letting it happen.
Emerson reached up to touch the side of Allison's face. He returned her kiss, matching her pace perfectly without slowing it down or deepening it. If this was going to happen, she needed to be in control. She needed to see that she was still in there, no matter what had happened to her. And he needed her too right now. More than she probably knew, and it was selfish of him. He pulled back for a second, searching her eyes with his.
"Allison is still here," he assured her, not an ounce of doubt in her voice. "We're both here right now. Allison and Emerson, and if you want this? If you know that you, Allison - not whoever you think you've been made to be, want this, it's yours. But only if you're sure."