#ooc - okay not edited, I can barely see as it is... massive migraine, kinda just hoped for the best typing this up this morning... anyways... she's up.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa.... pump the breaks did he just say? “I love you Emma, I wanna spend as much time as I can with you. That document needs your name on too, because I want us to live together... so, will you move in to our brand new underground house.... with swimming pool in the bedroom?”
The scene opens up with Ben Jordan staring deeply into Emma Rose’s eyes trying to figure out her answer before she can even speak. His grip on her tiny slender hands that were in his tightened as his heart started to pound out of his chest. As time was ticking the New Zealander didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know if this was real or if this was some sort of a crazy dream. Licking her lips she parted them, her voice slowly and softly coming to life.
AND fade, lol what? Did you think I would give away the goodies for free? If Ciara has taught me anything it’s if you’re looking for the goodies, keep on looking because they stay in the jar.
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Madagascar; an island well known for its beautiful beaches, its breath taking crystal clear water, the strange and unique wildlife. An island celebrated for its fine handmade linen, its quality five star resorts and the friendly open gates that let tourist flock to it every single year. An island so well-known for its beautiful exterior that people have grown to forget the interior, the interior that is failing, the exterior that is dying... sure we all get caught up in the beauty and wonder but have you really sat down and looked at the core of this island? Madagascar is still one of the world fastest declining islands, when it comes to poverty... when it comes to violence, when it comes to abuse, rape and molestation against children. A country that we have glorified since those movies came out telling us to move it move it. A movie that lead us to believe that Madagascar was a wonderland filled with endless hopes and dreams. What the movie failed to provide was the gruesome truth, but hey what can you expect from a cartoon? Now before you jump on the Emma must hate Madagascar train let me clear this up, she doesn’t she just wished that people could see what’s happening in the middle of the island right now, the part of the island that no one goes to... the “dark alleys” if you want to call it that. I think it’s time we took a trip into the heart of Madagascar to see how it’s still beating.
The Mission House.
Opening up outside a rural orphanage a large black hummer can be seen parked out the front with “The Mission House” written on it. For all of you who don’t know the Mission House is an organization that runs off no profit that donate everything and every cent that they receive into several houses in Madagascar that help educated the children. They provide food and shelter for those who have nothing and they provide support for those who have next to nothing.
The land around the orphanage is immaculate while the streets that lead up to it looks as if they could tell a story, a story of death, a story off loss and despair. The sound of children laughing can be heard laughing that brings a smile to Emma Rose’s face. Ah yes, we find Emma Rose and Ben Jordan standing in front of the entrance doors of The Mission House. It was ticking over to midday and the two had been there since sunrise, helping, drawing, playing, hugging reading teaching... you name it whatever these children wanted Ben and Emma were trying to give them. Even though it was blistering hot outside both Emma and Ben had a pair of long cargo pants on, enclosed shoes and plain t-shirts.
Emma: Thank you for coming with me today.
Leaning up her hands cupped each side of his face, bringing him down to her level as she brought her lips to his.
Ben: I wouldn’t have missed this for anything you know that headlights.
His hands fell on to her hips as he pulled her into him, showing her his big toothy smile a sign that he was in fact enjoying himself.
Emma: I’m not ready to go back to the hotel yet; I still have so much to learn.
Looking back over her shoulder Emma looked into the tinted glass door listening to the sounds of happy children that made her heart flutter. To be honest Emma had never really thought about having children of her own, in fact children are something her and Ben had never spoken about. Well that was until last week, when Emma blurted out the kids word while in a heavy argument with Ben, neither of them have brought it back up, in fact it’s basically like playing taboo and guess what? They’re both winning.
Ben: I’m in no rush darling, take your time.
* * Two hours later;
Emma: What’s your name?
Emma made her way up towards a young girl who was sitting by herself in the corner of the room. In front of the girl were a desk and a piece of paper that the young girl around seven was madly drawing on.
Girl: A-le-ka.
The girl looked up at Emma with a shy smile before looking back down at her task at hand. Aleka could speak English, it was broken English but she was still so young and still learning so it was expected.
Emma: Aleka, that’s a beautiful name. What are you drawing here?
Looking down at the picture Emma could vaguely make out what it was but she was making conversation with the beautiful girl before her eyes.
Aleka: A prin-cess.
As Aleka was still colouring in Emma took a seat on the ground beside her, looking at the phenomenal detail she was putting into her drawing.
Emma: Why?
Watching on intently as the little girl looked up to Emma with a smile on her face, she quickly answered.
Aleka: I li-ke to meet one.
Aleka giggled shyly as she turned back to her handy work.
Emma: You would like to meet a princess? What would you say to a princess if you met one?
Emma brushed a strand of her long red hair out of her line of sight as Aleka just turned to look up at her.
Aleka: Be my fri-end?
Emma’s clear green eyes fell into the hazel eyes of the young girl, the two exchanging a smile.
Emma: Why would you like to be friends with a princess?
The girl looked up at Emma with a hint of hope glimmering in her eyes before answering truthfully.
Aleka: No problems, when you princ-cess, no problems... happy, forever.
Her white teeth gleamed against her dark skin as she expressed her desire to be happy and safe. Aleka wanted to be free from the pain of her past, she wanted a new beginning.
Emma: What if I told you, you didn’t have to be friends with a princess to be happy?
The little girl looked up at Emma as if she had just said “one direction has broken up” although the girl probably didn’t even know who they were or even cared. Grabbing a hold of her green pencil the little girl started to shade in the dress of her princess.
Aleka: I’d say you lie.
As the sound of pencil hitting paper took over Emma sighed as she watched on intently.
Emma: Anyone can be a princess, you just have to believe.
As the girl put down her pencil she turned back to Emma, her right hand coming up to touch the New Zealander the small African girl shook her head from side to side.
Aleka: To bel-i-eve you need faith, faith doesn’t walk these str-eets, only death.
Aleka turned back to her drawing, her hands colouring in at a hundred miles an hour while Emma’s eyes stayed locked on her. Her heart sinking further into her chest, as she continued to watch the little girl a smile crept across her face. Looking up Emma’s eyes scanned across the room in search of Ben Jordan.
* * Half an hour later;
Emma: Ben can we talk?
As Emma made a bee line towards Ben outside the building, Ben threw his hands up in front of his chest cutting her off from continuing.
Ben: Emma, no... I know what you’re going to say and as much as I want to help these kids out we can’t adopt them all.
Dropping her bottom lip Emma wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
Emma: Ben I...
Before she could continue he cut her off once more, taking over the conversation. Taking a step up towards her Ben made sure to keep his voice just above a whisper so no one could hear him but her.
Ben: Feel bad? So do I but Emma we will give these kids as much funding as we can and we will send gift packages and we will even come visit, but you need to think about this Emma we can’t take them home we can’t adopt them, we wouldn’t be able to give them a steady life, with all the tripping we do... all the disruptions that wouldn’t be fair.
Folding her arms across her chest Emma tapped her right foot waiting for her chance to speak.
Emma: Are you done?
That trademark smirk crossed Ben’s face as he looked at Emma, who looked as if she was ready to give him a stern talking to.
Ben: I think so why?
Licking her lips getting herself poised and ready Emma gave Ben a little nudge with her elbow, making sure his eyes were all on her as she spoke.
Emma: Good because what I was going to ask is, I want to sponsor Aleka, I want to send her to boarding school... hear me out, she has no parents, no living family, but Benny she’s smart incredibly smart, she could and will change this world, but she needs help and I’m going to give it her.
Emma stops and takes a deep breath before continuing, feeling Ben’s cool blue eyes firmly focused on her.
Emma: I’m not asking for your permission, I’m not asking for you to help me adopt her, I’m asking you to support me by supporting her, helping her get an education, helping her get out of these streets that are filled with ghosts of her past, blood from her childhood. Every dollar I earn I will pour into the Emma Rose Foundation for Children and every dollar I earn will pour into the Mission House. I know that it’s unfair just to pick one, that’s why every penny I earn from modelling will come straight here... but Aleka, she needs faith... I need to put faith in her.
Ben puts a hand on Emma's shoulder, his eyes softening as he bites his lower lip. He places his other hand under Emma's chin, slightly lifting her head with his forefinger and looking deep in to her eyes.
Ben: You have a good heart, you know that?
Ben smiles at Emma.
Ben: I can't say no to you wanting to give someone a better life. We're all born with nothing and average Joes like me get lucky, but not everyone does.
Ben sighs deeply
Ben: I'll support you every step of the way, hell, I'll match whatever you put in to it. I can't take the money with me when my times up, might as well use it to make a difference to people’s lives. I'll match it darling and hold your hand every step of the way.
Emma: Thank you so so so so much, I’ve got so much to sort out... Benjamin you have no idea how happy I am, it’s going to be a struggle but we have a strong legal team right? We can do this right? We can make this happen?
A happy smile danced on their faces as Emma’s eyes lit up from excitement.
Ben: We can and we will.
Reaching over to him Emma grabbed onto Ben hugging him tightly, not wanting to let go.
Emma: I’m so happy... thank you
He leant down to rest his lips on her forehead littering her forehead with kisses.
Ben: Now let me guess, we’re going to be here a little while longer?
Looking up at him Emma smiled brightly; Ben already knew the answer was yes.
Emma: I’m sorry.
She knew that he wasn’t bored here; Emma just knew that Ben was watching the time like a hawk because of where they were and how far it would take them to get back to the hotel while the sun was still up. Another less desirable thing about Madagascar, the threat of an attack lingered around the next corner.
Ben: Sorry, why are you sorry? I almost have the world’s finest football team out back, like world cup quality Emz, take your time darling but remember we can always come back tomorrow, now come get me if you need anything.
Of course that meant, take your time but make sure you remember we need to leave with two hours to spare before nightfall. Jumping up against him Emma couldn’t hide her excitement as she crashed into Ben’s hard body for a hug, her arms wrapping around him squeezing him tightly.
** After about an hour;
In car on way back to hotel Emma was sitting beside Ben in the back of the black hummer that was being guided through the back streets of central Madagascar. Her left hand was linked in his right hand as his thumb softly stroked the back of her hand, resting her head down on his shoulder Emma snuggled into Ben feeling at peace there her eyes slowly closing. Just as she was about to fade off into a micro sleep her phone in her pocket buzzed to life startling her. Keeping her left hand in Ben’s Emma fumbled around for her phone, using her freeish hand she swiped at the screen and took the call.
Emma: Hello... yes, Joey don’t play games with me...
Ben looked down at Emma his right eyebrow raised as she spoke to her manager.
Emma: WHAT? You’re shitting me right?
Flashing Ben a happy smile, he couldn’t help but naturally take him under his arm and pull her closer towards him.
Emma: How many covers? ... Oh my god, I couldn’t be more blessed, today really is my day.
Squeezing her tightly against his body Ben couldn’t hear the guy on the other end of the line but he knew from Emma’s tone and responses that it was making her happy.
Emma: Okay, okay, send me the contracts and the details and I’ll let you know... don’t make me say it... stop I’m not going to say it... okay fine... fine... FINE... my manager is poppin’
Hanging up the phone Emma slipped it back into the front pocket of her cargo pants. Turning to look up at Ben with a massive smile on her face she couldn’t hold out for much longer she needed to share her good news.
Ben: So?
He’s free arm came across her body and rested on her lap as he turned towards her, the two young lovers now staring directly into each other eyes, while being escorted through Madagascar.
Emma: So... I just landed four covers... and a promotional deal with Chanel and Sunburn Swimwear.
Bringing her lips to his she planted a firm kiss there, feeling his left hand make its way around her back holding her against him tightly.
Ben: My little flower just keeps blossoming doesn’t she?
A honest smile was on Ben’s face and he gazed lovingly down at Emma, he had never looked at her so proudly. Well let’s be honest he probably had but right now Emma was in a trance, she was on cloud nine, all of her ducks were sitting in a row and making her very happy.
Emma: Ben, I can’t even explain how happy I am right now... I have the Bombshell Roulette championship, I have a sponsorship in order for Aleka, I’m going to be on at least four more covers this year and people want me to be their brand ambassador? I can’t believe this... I truly can’t believe this... what a year...
Her green eyes lit up as Ben brought his right hand up to her face, his thumb guided her attention to his eyes as he commanded it.
Ben: It’s only going to get better Emz.
He gave her that smile. That smile that told her something was up; something was ticking away at the back of his mind. Bringing her eyebrows together she looked at him with a hint of concern as he shook his head towards her, as if to tell her not to worry.
Emma: How so Ben? I’m already on cloud nine...
Using his thumb to guide her lips up to his he gently kissed her, washing her worry away as his moist skin made contact with hers. At first their kiss was gentle at first it was innocent, but the over whelming presence of happiness naturally helped them deepen it. Right now Emma had everything she ever wanted in life, right now she was happy. Dragging himself out of the kiss Ben looked into Emma’s eyes, so she could see the truthfulness behind his words as he spoke.
Ben: It just will Emma Rose Jenkins, it just will.
O0oh using her full name are we now Benny? As Ben flashed Emma an sincere smile, Emma couldn’t help but return it with one of her own.
Emma: How can it Ben? But regardless of all those things I have you, and nothing on earth tops that.
Ben didn’t have to answer with words, he answered with a firm kiss on her lips. As the two got lost in each other mouths, they ignored the outside world just for a few moments to appreciate each other completely.
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Dear Diary,
My first defence is over and what can I say, other than I’m still the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Well isn’t this exciting? I can’t believe I pulled off my first defence; one of many Ben likes to remind me. I hope so I truly hope so. I feel like I have some much left to give to this division and give to this belt, so if anyone thinks that they are going to just take it from me without a fight, they’re kidding themselves.
This week I find myself booked again, this time tag team action against the newly crowned Bombshell Champion Roxi and her over the top friendly friend Electra, who is trying to save her? I really don’t know what to make of that? I really don’t know what to make of Roxi anymore; I mean congratulations for winning the belt, but wasn’t it just a few weeks back that I pinned her? Oh well, this game we play has a tendency of confusing me, of who is rightful and who isn’t. All I know is that I have a chance, a real chance here to show the world that the Roulette Championship can play on the same level as the Bombshell championship... by taking it to Roxi and making Roxi word hard for her victory. Now, now I’m not guaranteeing her team will win, I’m just saying that if they want to win, they’re going to have to dig deep and come at me and Mercedes with everything they have.
Teaming with Mercedes, the girl I have been informed will be my opponent at the super card? Oh yeah this should end positively. I just pray she has it in her, not to have her eyes focused on the gold this week but have them focused on the match at hand. Beating Roxi and Electra won’t be easy, but in saying that I know Mercedes has the skills to get the job done, she relentless and she’s thorough not much gets passed Mercedes in the ring so here’s hoping we can combined our skills and walk out of this match at Climax Control as winners.
I remember a simpler time in my life, when I used to say winning isn’t everything and to an extent I still agree with that... but right now for this Sunday winning is everything. Winning is a must for team Vargas and Rose, we need this, we have to get over Electra and Roxi... because no matter how dysfunctional Mercedes and my team might be, if we were to allow a ticking time bomb of a team like Electra and Roxi to get one over us, that would be unthinkable. Think about it Electra is trying to save Roxi and pull her out of the clutches of Cyrus, while Roxi is walking around hell bent on doing whatever Cyrus tells her too. If they can combined and work better as a team then Mercedes and I then there is something wrong, something very wrong. I know for a fact I don’t want to let a team that’s so displaced beat us, I just hope Electra and Roxi leave Mercedes and I some scraps after they’re done fighting each other, because no doubt at some stage the niceties will fall short and feathers will fly.
Now what can I say about Electra other than good luck? Not only does she have to watch out for Roxi this week, she has Cyrus to be weary of as well... not to forget then she has to find it in herself to stay focused at the match at hand, I’m not the one for pointing out downfalls and weaknesses but this one is wide open... poor Electra won’t know where to look or what to focus on this week I feel sorry for her. I just hope that when this is all said and done she gets Roxi back, the real Roxi not this “I’m a bad, bad girl” Roxi that is faking up our screens more so then the mean girls.
Roxi, well what can I say that hasn’t already been previously said between us two? Last time we fought, Cyrus came out and tried to blame me for the way you turned out... blame me? What in the seven hells would that accomplish? I don’t remember saying to Roxi “you’re nothing” in fact I’ve only ever said nice things about her, she was a friend, she was a mentor, she was someone that I looked up to in this world and to have a spineless prick like Cyrus come out and say that I’m one of the reasons Roxi is the way she is now? Oh no cowboy that ain’t going to fly.
Roxi is this way because you made her, Roxi is this way because she WANTS to be this way, because let’s be honest if she wanted to be that superhero she made herself out to be, she would be strong enough to rid her life of a weed like you simply. Yet all this time you keep saying you’re making Roxi better but let’s look at her track record since meeting you, it hasn’t been at all flash until last week when she was able to win the Bombshell Championship off of Vixen, I bet she regrets throwing away the Roulette Belt like last night’s left overs now.
Let’s be honest before Cyrus, Roxi was consistent, since you... since this never ending turmoil you are creating for her, she has been up and down, round and round... you can preach that you helped her get to the top, but how much was a fluke? And how much was it actual skill? This weekend at Climax Control, under the stars with the sand beneath my toes, I plan on finding out... just how tough you’re project is this week, because let’s just say if my memory is right, let’s just say... last time you new and improved Roxi faced me... I walked away the winner... but I guess you blamed Ben Jordan for that am I right?
You said you blamed him for my victory, Ben has never stepped foot into one of my matches, he has never aided as a distraction for me he has never held my opponents back or down. He stepped in when you couldn’t keep your filthy hands to yourself... but ask yourself this Cyrus and Roxi who are you too going to blame this week when Mercedes and I walk out victorious? Ben won’t be at ring side... so enjoy trying to pin this one on him.
Coming into the ring this Sunday I find myself in the position I’ve always wanted to be, Champion versus Champion... the underdog versus the main event. The Bombshell Championship versus the Roulette Champion, now I get there not on the line and I get this isn’t a fantasy match like Vixen and Necra were privileged enough to receive... but in the back of my mind, it’s game time. In my mind it ‘s ShowTime (miss you Drake) this Sunday under the hot Madagascar night sky, this is the start of my war that I have been waging against the Bombshell Championship, this is my first step in proving that it’s worth the same as the Roulette Championship, if not a little bit less...
Last week I spoke about it, I spoke about how I wanted to take this belt to new heights, last week I beat a former champion, I set my claim to belt in one of the darkest parts of Congo... so this week it’s only fitting that I take the fight right to the current Bombshell Champions door... regardless of the situation, regardless of our tag team partners. I’m focused on one thing and one thing only and that’s taking My Bombshell Roulette Championship into this match all nice and shiny and then when the final bell tolls I’m looking to stand over Roxi’s fallen body.
I want to stand over her pinned body so badly. I want to be the reason people take notice of the Roulette Championship and what a majestic way of doing it. People will take notice when I’m standing over the fallen Champions body, when I drape her belt across her waist... not just any belt THE “highest” belt in Sin City Wrestling history for us Bombshells will be decorated across her gut and then there will be me standing over her proudly with the Roulette Championship held high above my head. I want this picture in my mind to play out, I want it so badly... this week is going to be step one... or it will just be the final step, it depends on how hard Roxi wants to fight for her Championships’ honour?
I’m willing to fight to the bone for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, I willing to bleed, I’m willing to break bones, lose consciousness, pull thumb tacks out of my spine, pull barbwire out of my face, I’m willing to do anything to hold on to this Championship... so take note Mercedes, we might be tag team buddies this week but at Chaos in Cape town, you’ll be standing across the ring finding yourself against me. In the past you might have been able to get one over me, but now, now it’s different. I’m not just fighting for myself anymore, I’m fighting for Ben, I’m fighting for New Zealand, I’m fighting for all the women in this world who have ever been told you won’t make it, or you can’t... I’m fighting for my fans, I’m fighting for Roulette Championship and let’s be honest... if I stop fighting now, a lot of people are going to be disappointed and I hate disappointing the people I care about.
It’s the fuel to my fire.
So now I sit here writing away wondering what will happen next? I sit here wondering what on earth Electra and Roxi going to say? I sit her wondering what Mercedes is going to be like coming into this match. I need to remind myself that in spite of what they say or do, I can be better, I will get better and I will stop at nothing to hear the words “Sin City Wrestling, I know the place that’s were Emma Rose works” I want to leave my name on this company like it has left its name on me. Without SCW, without ACW I wouldn’t have the happiness that I have in my life now, I wouldn’t have this new found confidence that fits like a glove.
This Sunday might just be my greatest match yet, this might just be the match that defines my stance as the Bombshell Roulette Champion... it’s the match that could make me or break me, but let’s be honest it’s hard to keep a good girl down.
A win this weekend would be ideal, a picture perfect victory over the Bombshell Champion would be amazing... but sometimes we have to wait for the perfect moment, sometimes we need to build an army before winning the war. I don’t plan on giving up my cause, not now, not ever... as long as I’m the champ the future Bombshell Champions need to stay on notice, because my point to prove doesn’t begin and end with Roxi... it will continue on to the next champ and to the champion after that... because as long as the Roulette Championship stays around my waist, I have a point to prove.
Come this Sunday, I just pray Mercedes and I can get along... I just pray we have it in us to get this match done and out of the way... before we start focusing on tearing each other apart.
It’s time to be Kia Kaha Emma Rose, it’s time to let Sin City Wrestling know where you stand... and right now, it’s very close to the top.
Love
ERJ
xxx
***
Ben: Emma, what do you say... do you want to move in with me?
His eyes were locked on hers as her lips parted not knowing what to say at first she looked at her hands that were being held on tightly by his.
Emma: Is this a joke?
His eyebrows came together as he didn’t understand what she was talking about, he had just asked her to move in and now she was saying this was a joke to him?
Ben: What no? Why would it be a joke? I want this Emma... I want us to start a proper life together.
His words were flying out hard and fast as he tried to defend himself to her, Emma watched as his hands let go of hers as the flew up and rested on her shoulders.
Emma: So if I say yes, you won’t go just kidding?
Ben was just short of shaking her, trying to make her see that he was serious.
Ben: When have I ever? ... Wait don’t answer that.
A smiled crossed her face as Emma realised that Ben had picked up on what she was bringing back up, the empty Tiffany’s box that he once surprised her with.
Emma: You really want to do this?
Her hands came up and cupped each side of his face, her green eyes gazing lovingly into his. She was excited, in fact she was over the moon but in true Emma Rose style she wasn’t letting him get away with it that easy.
Ben: With ever feeling in my body, move in with me Emma... be my girl...
Bringing his lips down to hers they shared a small light kiss, the type of kiss that leaves your belly doing back flips as it leaves a sense of home on your lips.
Emma: I have two conditions...
Backing away from her so he could see all of her facial expressions Ben dug his knees into the sand, as they were now kneeling in front of each other.
Ben: Anything name them.
Gripping at her hands he was nervously showing her that he was serious about this, deadly serious. Completely ignoring the outside world around them Emma locked her eyes on Ben and smiled that coy yet dangerous smile.
Emma: okay, one your holey Road Runner boxer shorts, they need to go...
Screwing up his nose Ben looked disappointed but he sucked it up and reluctantly nodded.
Ben: Okay, no problems.
His words might have said no problems but his tone said “why oh why you heartless woman?”
Emma: And every day around three pm, it’s cleaning time.
Without even thinking Ben nodded his head that brought a smile of delight across Emma’s face, just as she was about to reach out and hug him Ben put his right hand up stopping her.
Ben: Wait, even on football days?
His face was cold as ice as Emma devilishly licked her lips.
Emma: Especially on football days.
His bottom lip dropped as Emma looked as if she just won the lotto.
Ben: That’s not fair.
He was playing the sulky card hoping that she would change her mind, but to be honest she was just yanking his chain.
Emma: That’s fine; be that way... but just so you know you gave up on living with these twenty-four-seven.
Reaching out she grabbed onto his hands and placed them on her big bouncy breasts, outlining what he had just given up for the love of football.
Ben: Can’t we just hire a cleaner?
Letting go of his hands Emma smirked as his hands stayed there, almost as if he was reconsidering his options.
Emma: Oh sure, a hot French maid, if that’s the case... can I hire a pool boy that looks like Kit Harington?
His hands moved away from her breasts that were covered by the fine material of her yellow dress, before coming to rest on her hips, dragging himself into her.
Ben: Okay okay okay, we can discuss all of the nitty gritty stuff when we move in...
Her hip bones dug into his as they looked each other dead in the eye. Ben’s right hand came around Emma’s waist, while his left hand stroked a section of her hair behind her ear.
Emma: I haven’t said yes yet.
Her words were cool as ice, but her smile was enough to set Ben’s heart on fire, he knew that she was just playing with him. She had been this way her whole life, when it came to getting what she wanted from him.
Ben: Why do you like making me suffer?
Leaning up she kissed at his jaw line, making a trail up underneath his chin towards his neck. Stopping she looked up at him from underneath her long black eyelashes.
Emma: Because sometimes when it looks like you’re about to lose your marbles, it kind of turns me on.
His hand gripped into her back as he held her as tightly as he could to his body. She continued to kiss her way up to his earlobe, while her hands squeezed in between their bodies, her fingers linking around the buttons on his top undoing them one by one. Letting the cool morning breeze blew across his chest as she opened his shirt to expose his muscular chest. As she reached the last button she pulled herself into him, feeling her body ease into his warmth.
Ben: You’re a mean woman.
He sounded a little hazy as Emma’s hand continued down to his bone coloured shorts, her hands finding the top button that she popped open with ease. As the sound of fabric being released from it holds Emma looked up at Ben with that look in her eye.
Emma: I do have one serious request tho, if you’re going to have friends over can you let me know via a text message first... I don’t want a repeat of last time we stayed in London...
Keeping her right hand on zipper patrol, she used her left hand to guide Ben’s hand across her back towards her hip, bunching up her dress that was now riding up her silky smooth leg.
Ben: Why what happened?
Still guiding his hand to help ride her dress up her legs Emma stared directly into his eyes, making sure she held his attention.
Emma: You went to the football with the boys...
Her dress rode a little higher, but his eyes stayed locked in her gaze.
Emma: I stayed home alone allll night...
She was teasing him, as her right hand tapped at his zipper.
Emma: You came back home late...
Running his hand down her leg now, she brought it up her silky thigh making his gaze slightly shift from her eyes down to her leg.
Emma: You walked in the door, your friends behind you...
Bringing her right hand up underneath his jaw she demanded his attention back on her face as she licked her lips.
Emma: While I was standing on the top step with my silk nightie wide open...
Lucky these two were alone on their private beach, as Ben’s hand disappeared under her long dress.
Ben: Oh I remember... why so shy about it Em?
He winked down at her as he brought his lips to hers quickly stealing a kiss.
Emma: Because I’m yours, they can see me like that online or in the pages of magazines... not in the flesh.
His hand moved from under her dress, she had made her point that she didn’t want to surprise him one afternoon when he in fact surprises her with enough friends to make a football team.
Ben: Okay... I promise... but keep in mind every time I say I’m going out to pick up milk, it’s only because I want to come home to you like that.
A confident smile crossed his face as her hand returned to release his zipper, removing some tension from his pants.
Emma: What basically naked?
Tilting her head to the side she was playing innocent and it was driving him crazy.
Ben: No, missing me...
Bringing her lips up to meet his she kissed him softly, her eyes falling closed as she felt his hands come back up around her. His fingers digging into her cotton covered flesh as he guided her gently back first onto the sand. Hovering over her Ben didn’t break the kiss as he brought her hands up over her head, planting them firmly into the sand taking control of his teasing girlfriend. Breaking the kiss just slightly so she could talk in between small peaks, Emma gasped out.
Emma: I miss you even when I just close my eyes Benny Bear, you know that.
A very happy smile danced on his face as he looked down at his Kiwi Goddess, losing himself in her eyes as he lowered his body down onto hers.
Ben: So is that a yes?
His lips were just inches away from hers as he looked deep into her eyes searching for the answer that he knew was already coming, but he needed to hear it from her. He needed to hear the word yes, before getting in to full celebration mode.
Emma: It’s a definite yes...
And with that said and done they exchanged a loving smile and gaze before Ben lowered himself into her, his lips embracing hers as he made his mark. Well here we go, they’re now officially moving in together, but as of right now they’re celebrating their journey to happiness together on a private beach. With Champagne and sand... sand... so much sand. Someone should really warn them about the sand and how it sticks to everything and is super hard to wash off, and even if you have a shower you still find more sand. Oh well... it’s too late.
