[fic] a lesson in patience ; emma, emma/knightley
a lesson in patience. emma. pg-13. 300. ao3.
"if one did not have the privilege of knowing you as well as i do, one might think you were trying to seduce me."
notes: picked up as a pinch hit for
multifandomdrabble.
"If one did not have the privilege of knowing you as well as I do, one might think you were trying to seduce me."
"Why, Mr. Knightley," Emma replies, taking the novel Knightley's reading out of his hands and setting it aside. "I have no clue as to where you would get such a preposterous idea."
She presses a kiss to the underside of his wrist, relishing the way it makes Knightley's breath catch. "None of my actions have been made in an attempt at seduction, I assure you. I demand an apology from you at once."
Emma leans into him, close enough for their foreheads to touch. Knightley brings his free hand up to her face, brushing his thumb across her cheek, over the line of her jaw, down to her neck. His thumb rests are her pulse point. "My most sincere apologies, Miss Woodhouse," he whispers, bringing his lips forward but halting just before they land on hers. She resists the temptation to let out the whimper that desperately wishes to escape her.
"That's Mrs. Knightley to you."
"Of course," Knightley concedes, moving his hand to her back and running his fingers down the length of her spine, causing her to shiver. "I will have to find a way to apologize for my actions."
"I would very much enjoy seeing you try," Emma replies, her voice coming out much breathier than she would like.
Knightley releases her and she instantly misses his touch. She pouts, poking out her bottom lip in the manner that usually gets her both a roll of the eyes and a kiss, but he ignores her completely.
"I'm sure you would," Knightley looks up at her from where he's dropped to his knees. "But I believe a lesson in patience is needed far more."
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"if one did not have the privilege of knowing you as well as i do, one might think you were trying to seduce me."
notes: picked up as a pinch hit for
multifandomdrabble.
"If one did not have the privilege of knowing you as well as I do, one might think you were trying to seduce me."
"Why, Mr. Knightley," Emma replies, taking the novel Knightley's reading out of his hands and setting it aside. "I have no clue as to where you would get such a preposterous idea."
She presses a kiss to the underside of his wrist, relishing the way it makes Knightley's breath catch. "None of my actions have been made in an attempt at seduction, I assure you. I demand an apology from you at once."
Emma leans into him, close enough for their foreheads to touch. Knightley brings his free hand up to her face, brushing his thumb across her cheek, over the line of her jaw, down to her neck. His thumb rests are her pulse point. "My most sincere apologies, Miss Woodhouse," he whispers, bringing his lips forward but halting just before they land on hers. She resists the temptation to let out the whimper that desperately wishes to escape her.
"That's Mrs. Knightley to you."
"Of course," Knightley concedes, moving his hand to her back and running his fingers down the length of her spine, causing her to shiver. "I will have to find a way to apologize for my actions."
"I would very much enjoy seeing you try," Emma replies, her voice coming out much breathier than she would like.
Knightley releases her and she instantly misses his touch. She pouts, poking out her bottom lip in the manner that usually gets her both a roll of the eyes and a kiss, but he ignores her completely.
"I'm sure you would," Knightley looks up at her from where he's dropped to his knees. "But I believe a lesson in patience is needed far more."
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