Challenge 100 ~ Remainder
Title: Delicious
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Anne Hathaway/Emily Blunt, and maybe a teenie tiny bit of Emily/Meryl Streep if you really squint.
Prompt: Challenge 66 - Taste
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Author's Note: So, award shows always seem to bring out the slash in me. This is set after the Golden Globes. I'm sure this is not at all what happened. I don't own these people or anything else. Enjoy.
She finds Emily at one of the after parties. She wraps her arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear as she hugs her, “Congratulations.”
“Annie.” Emily is holding her award in one hand and a glass of champagne that can’t have been her first in the other, and she looks absolutely delighted to see her. “There you are!”
“Here I am.” Anne grins at her. “And there you are, with your award. Congratulations again.”
Emily kisses her cheek, letting their lips just barely brush at the corners. “You should’ve won, darling.”
Anne giggles. “You and Meryl deserved it.”
“Meryl deserved it.”
“She said you were delicious.” Anne smirks at Emily.
“Did she?” Emily’s got that naughty glint in her eye. “Maybe I am.”
Anne’s never been this upfront before, but Emily brings it out in her. “I’m going to the ladies room. Maybe you’d like to accompany me?”
Emily hands the champagne glass off to someone and quickly follows Anne to the large ladies room. She locks the door behind her and sets her award on the counter, the gold reflecting off the mirror and making patterns on the wall. Anne is on her knees on the floor before Emily can protest, and somehow she manages to make Emily see stars without ever wrinkling either of their dresses.
She stands up, back straight, dress smooth, looking every bit the mature lady she’s turned into. Then she licks her lips and looks at Emily. “She’s right. You are delicious.”
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Anne Hathaway/Emily Blunt, and maybe a teenie tiny bit of Emily/Meryl Streep if you really squint.
Prompt: Challenge 66 - Taste
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Author's Note: So, award shows always seem to bring out the slash in me. This is set after the Golden Globes. I'm sure this is not at all what happened. I don't own these people or anything else. Enjoy.
She finds Emily at one of the after parties. She wraps her arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear as she hugs her, “Congratulations.”
“Annie.” Emily is holding her award in one hand and a glass of champagne that can’t have been her first in the other, and she looks absolutely delighted to see her. “There you are!”
“Here I am.” Anne grins at her. “And there you are, with your award. Congratulations again.”
Emily kisses her cheek, letting their lips just barely brush at the corners. “You should’ve won, darling.”
Anne giggles. “You and Meryl deserved it.”
“Meryl deserved it.”
“She said you were delicious.” Anne smirks at Emily.
“Did she?” Emily’s got that naughty glint in her eye. “Maybe I am.”
Anne’s never been this upfront before, but Emily brings it out in her. “I’m going to the ladies room. Maybe you’d like to accompany me?”
Emily hands the champagne glass off to someone and quickly follows Anne to the large ladies room. She locks the door behind her and sets her award on the counter, the gold reflecting off the mirror and making patterns on the wall. Anne is on her knees on the floor before Emily can protest, and somehow she manages to make Emily see stars without ever wrinkling either of their dresses.
She stands up, back straight, dress smooth, looking every bit the mature lady she’s turned into. Then she licks her lips and looks at Emily. “She’s right. You are delicious.”