Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Emma had just set down the tray of cookies, her blue eyes drifting over to Jake as he sat there on her couch. Somehow, he looked like he belonged there. Though, a part of her wondered if that was just wishful thinking on her part. After all, she'd made a wish on that star...but that was just silly nonsense, a girl dreaming about things she pined for beginning at a young age. But she wasn't a little girl any longer. Now, she was a woman. Her childhood was locked away in a closet, forgotten, much like the life she'd left behind with her parents. About all she had left of times gone by was Jess and that's about all she wanted to hold onto from the past. Raking a hand through her blonde hair, Emma wished she could find another excuse to run away for a moment to fix it. She knew she still looked a bit disheveled and then there was the added fact that she was still uncertain about whether to sit in the couch or the recliner. Just as she was about to speak, her words lost on her tongue, Jake reached for her. His fingers firmly wrapped themselves about her wrist. They were warm and the weight of them more welcome than she was ready to admit. She let him direct her, pulling her down onto the couch, deciding for her that she was to sit beside him and no where else. Emma's cheeks reddened. Was Jake thinking the same things she was? It was still too early to tell, but at least his gesture gave her some hope. She smiled, her eyes finding his though she couldn't help but notice the way his hand suddenly rested on her thigh. There was something intimate, almost possessivethough she chalked that up to her imagination, the atmosphere and the moment getting the better of herin the way he let his palm rub against her, his fingers sliding gently upward before coming to a stop. Her breath caught and she wondered if she'd be able to breathe again. If only Jess could see her now, her own life so suddenly full of that color, those sparks her friend lived day after day. M-more about me? Emma more spoke, rather than asked. Her eyebrows arched high and she dared a glance at Jake's hand on her thigh. Looking back up into his eyes, she giggled softly. I...I'm not sure where to start, I... She licked at her lips and tugged on her hair. As the heat continued to rise, sweeping over Emma's cheeks and down along her neck, she wondered what she could share with him that wasn't on her blog, but would keep him interested, make him see that she'd perhaps like more... She felt a bit silly and more than awkward and wondered how on Earth Jess managed this sort of thing all the time. But as she looked at Jake, she knew she'd regret it if she didn't try. His eyes were like windows she longed to stare into and how she hoped to find out more. So much warmth was emanating from him, washing over her and swallowing her whole. To say she didn't want to be devoured would be a lie. Just then she felt that tingle, that strange and deep burn that begged for her open up, to try. It was the only way to sate that desire, small as it was. Well, you know I write and have a blog, Emma started. But I try to keep the blog about my writing only, about my stories, the things that inspire and how I sometimes get frustrated when I have writer's block. Her blush deepened. But, I work at the library here in town. I know I haven't mentioned that and... Her voice trailed. I left my parents behind. When Emma mentioned her parents a slight bitterness resounded in her voice. When she'd left them behind, it hadn't gone well. Only Jess knew the details, but they'd been childhood friends so she was well aware of everything. But anyone else knowing such things? She'd never felt compelled to share about it. Though as she sat there with Jake, the weight of his hand on her leg, more than anything, she wanted to share that piece of her life with him...and only him.