She still likes it when I kiss her. Emilia tried to hush the thought as it came to her, but it still lingered. As did her eyes when Nysa studied the outfits she had brought with her. She was hoping that she would pick a certain one and her eyes absolutely lit up when she did. "I absolutely love it," she declared with a grin. "You'll look beautiful." Draping the others over her arm she gave the blonde a gentle nudge on the shoulder. "Which you already do. Go on and get changed, I'll take what you need to bring home and wait in the car." What she really wanted to do was help; but that was the echo of a thought of times gone. Had she even joked at it then she was afraid Nysa would shoo her away with one of those smiles that did not touch her eyes or she would hear a flicker of a thought that she did not want. Nysa let her touch her and do these things and she needed to be content with that unless she pushed something too far and lost her. Just the thought of that had a fist tightening around her throat and she could not help glancing where Nysa was headed. "See you soon."
Emilia waited until she could not see Nysa any longer - she always waited - before gathering up Nysa's purse along with the unchosen outfits to turn and head for her car. The outfits went into the back along with her backpack and the purse went into the passenger seat. It would not be the first time that one of them had left their car behind at work because the other had stopped and taken them. They could come back for it later or tomorrow when they remembered. Sighing, she settled into the driver's seat and leaned her head back, eyes closed while she waited for Nysa to join her. As always, her heartbeat had increased at the thought that she was going to be going out to dinner again with Nysa. They were just friends... no, sisters-in-law... but no matter how many times she went ahead and told her head that, her heart disagreed. Strongly. And pointed to instances where they would hold hands or lean on one another or sleep in the same bed... or the smiles that came if she kissed her hand. Heard that. The barest whisper of thoughts well-concealed reached her and Emilia leaned forward, opening her eyes. Sure enough, Nysa was headed her way and sure enough again, she looked amazing. "Now do you naturally work stunning or do you work extra hard on it every morning when no one's watching?" What? She always talked that way with Nysa. Except for the briefest period of time in college that neither of them spoke about. "To La Dolce Vita! My treat, by the way." Well, it was really Doran's treat since she had his credit card, but she chose to gloss over that part.