I would do the same, you best believe
A blooming love for The Lumineers, and a consistent dislike for the 50 item limit
Mainly for @alycat to indulge, and for me to never let go of Emma because I'm clingy
The weather was cold in New York, it grew almost as cold as some hearts frozen around this city. The past couple of months have been a blur, series of new faces, drinking and work and the same old routines that bore my mind to death. After Daria finally settled down, some part of me felt like I was getting too old but still wasn't reaching that time in my life yet, and it felt off-putting. Then I remember that I shouldn't compare my situation to others and it all starts again from there - I sleep, I wake up, I go to work and hang out with my friends after, over think about similar things at night and fall back asleep.
However, there wasn't much to complain about. With the promotion at the gallery and graduation to come in some odd number of weeks, I felt satisfied with the direction I was headed. Not to mention the success of the people around me - Travis and the band were slowly gaining positive recognition in the city's harsh music industry.
The only part of my life that's unsettled and has always been, is the love part. I realized that I could never pull it together when it came to relationships, and perhaps that was one of the reasons I stayed away from it for some time. Ivan was still around and he did stay for good like he had said before, but I only saw him here and there and not everyday, in the gallery or out and about or with Casey. He still crosses my mind every now and then and sometimes I wonder if the choices we made were for the better, how things would have been if we didn't part like we did, if I ever crossed his mind, if he's still the same man I fell in love with - all these what-ifs..
Of course a roof top dinner wasn't anything too extraordinary for this group of business men and women, which included Mr. Cooper, the big bad boss, Ivan, and now myself. But it was new to me, and I rushed outside onto the garden balcony with a full drink in hand. I walked quickly to the edge, resting my elbows on the metal railing and looking out at the city skyline. I sighed, chugging down a good chunk of my drink.
"Easy, Emma." I heard a soft murmur behind me. Suddenly, Ivan was leaning against the railing just like I was. Though I rarely saw him, I figured I was going run into him more often than not now that I received the promotion at David Nolan. I didn't know how to feel about it just yet... we were okay to be in the same room, hang around the same friends. But sometimes feelings would resurface or make themselves too familiar, and I didn't like the feel.
I shook my head at him. "That was too embarrassing for me to handle." I groaned. Inside, a snarky comment from a pretentious woman dressed in the finest, most crisp business suit, was addressed to me when I stuttered while answering Mr. Cooper. And it was far too humiliating for me to stay in there. I politely excused myself after having finished my sentence, and here I was downing drinks on a fancy rooftop.
"It really wasn't that bad." Ivan sounded re-assuring.
"You laughed, Ivan." I retorted.
He chuckled quietly. "They're not all as uptight and serious as they seem. You're just newer, I guess they're poking fun."
"Lots of fun." I rolled my eyes.
"Come on," Ivan smiled, "you know Cooper loves you already anyway."
"Like you didn't know." He rolled his eyes at me and nudged me softly. When I looked at him with a blank stare, Ivan just shook his head. "Well, he does. So you're on his good side already. Don't worry about what happened."
I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, letting it out slowly. The crazy nerves I had before coming to this dinner got me so worked up that I took any chance I could to get out, including a small sly comment from someone who I felt was intimidating. I wanted to scold myself for it. "Alright then."
"Well, I do hate interrupting love birds." A deep voice cut in, and Ivan and I turned around to see a tall Mr. Cooper standing behind us with his suit jacket buttoned and hands in his pockets. "Unfortunately, dinner's cut short. I have to get going." He walked toward us slowly.
"Dinner was great. Thanks again, Mark." Ivan took a step foward and firmly shook hands with Mr. Cooper.
"Anytime. Don't forget tomorrow." Mr. Cooper told Ivan. "Hope to see you soon, Miss Roberts?" He addressed me this time.
"Of course. Thank you for a lovely night." Mr. Cooper took my hand and pulled me in to kiss me softly on the cheek. It was a kind gesture, one that I didn't expect from him at all.
"Should I call a ride for you two?" He asked us.
Ivan answered. "No, I think we're okay. Thank you."
Mr. Cooper had a wide grin on his face, a low snicker coming out. "Be safe, kids." He pointed at us playfully before heading off.
I slapped Ivan's chest playfully. "First name basis. Look at you go, Ivan."
"You know how it is." Ivan smirked, fixing his tie as if he was the boss of things around here.
The two of us made our way back inside and all the way down to the lobby of the tall tower. I wish we had one of the private drivers that I knew Mr. Cooper would be able to send us, but Ivan so politely declined the offer. "Are you going to walk me home?" I asked him casually. And I wish I didn't the second after it came out of my mouth because my heart fluttered waiting for his answer.
Ivan smiled. "I was thinking more like, go to the bar and catch the game, then walk you home?"
I bit down on my lip, trying to hide a small smile. "Okay."
Once we entered the Chelsea Brewing Company, we both had second thoughts on staying. It was jam packed, like nobody's ever watched a sports game in their life. Now that hockey was back and March Madness was just around the corner, all the men and even women were here ready to get rowdy and more importantly, place good money on bets. Ivan took my hand and led me to one of two empty seats at the bar.
"Can we make a good night out of this?" He asked, all coy and timid. It made me blush.
"Thank God I'm not a boring person." I joked. The bartender handed us two beers in large mugs and I simply tapped my glass to Ivan's. "What would you say if I said I could outdrink you?"
Ivan had a surprised look on his face, perhaps even offended. "I'd say you're wrong." He tapped his glass to mine now and began to chug.
"That wasn't really fair, you know." A drunken Emma slurred her words just slightly, and a drunken me found it awfully hilarious. She was stumbling down the hallway of her apartment building.
"Almost at the door, Ems, almost." I laughed.
She looked at me in shock, leaning against the wall close to her apartment door and shaking her head in disapproval. "You shouldn't make fun of me, Ivan."
"Why not? Just having a little fun." I grinned, poking her shoulder just slightly.
She giggled. It rang in my ears and made me feel like we were a couple years back, in love and stubborn and silly and so, so very naive. "You're going to start a war. And I'm going to win." She smirked, eyes looking right into mine. "Just like how I won tonight's drinking-" she hiccuped- "competition."
"Oh," I leaned forward, my face inches from her to taunt her, "but you didn't, remember?"
Emma rolled her eyes at me, scoffing as she dug her hand into her purse, probably looking for her keys. "Like I said, that wasn't really fair. I believe I still won." She pulled the keys out of her bag, letting them dangle off her index finger.
"Thanks for a good night, Ems." I said, my eyes low but even through the haze, she was beautiful to me. I took her hands in mine and gave them a light squeeze.
She bit down on her lip, temptation rising in me. She was against the wall, drunk, her head leaning back and eyes still holding mine. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze back. "Yeah." She whispered.
Like it was my automatic reaction or sudden instinct, I took a step forward and there was nowhere for her to move. I was inches away from her face, from her body, and she was still up against the wall, still melting me with those brown eyes. She cocked her head to the side and lifted her chin up just slightly, her lips brushing right against mine. "We shouldn't." I mumbled, still holding her hands.
"Why not?" She murmured against my lips.
I pressed my forehead against hers. "It took so long for us to get here. We're okay now. I just don't want to ruin it..." I tried to explain as best as my intoxicated mind could, without slurring my words.
"You know what you're ruining?" She muttered back.
"This moment." She whispered.
My eyes flashed up only to meet hers, and suddenly her hands were around my neck. Mine instantly went around her waist and our lips met. For the first time in a long time, there was something in my arms that I did not want to let go of at all. The kiss was deep, passionate, and when we pulled apart, we were both breathless. Emma jammed the key into her front door and took my hand, dragging me into her bedroom.
It was all familiar to me still. The furniture, the placement, the feel of her sheets, the scent in her room. My hands were tangled in her hair, hers tangled in mine. I was still accustomed to everything - the feel of her skin against my lips, her skin against my grazing fingertips, her hair cascading down her back as she leaned back to let me kiss her from her neck down.
She lifted her arms above her head, letting me slowly slide the top off. She hurried to do the same to me. I didn't budge. I reached behind her back to undo the lace bra and set it on the floor. Now it was skin against skin, her short and warm breath against my lips as she stared into my eyes.
I just brushed my lips against her jawline, grasping her hair and pulling her head back ever so slowly to place my lips against the bare spot on her neck. My hands eventually found their way down her sides to rest on her hips.
Suddenly, I felt her hands roughly tangled in my hair, pushing me deeper into her neck and I followed. I wanted to please her, give her what she wanted, what she deserved. I missed her so much, all of her.. Each and every part of her.
"Ivan," she pulled away abruptly, breathing out while sitting in my lap, "I-"
"Emma, stop." I whispered, placing a finger against her lips.
"You're ruining the moment."
A smirk creeped onto her face. "I missed you." She said, cupping my face and pulling me into her. Such simple words caused my heart to jump, and I wanted her then and there.
I leaned over her and pushed her down against the bed. "I missed," I said, planting small kisses against her collarbone and chest, "you, too." I trailed down to her stomach, to her thighs. "So much." I paused, hovering just in between her thighs, looking up at her with lust and love.
I saw that she was biting down on her lip, her eyes low like she was already somewhat satisfied. "You don't even know." She said breathlessly. It brought a smug smile to my face.
I woke up, tangled in my own sheets, my head and body feeling like someone smashed me with a ton of bricks. I sat up slowly as to not get a sudden head rush and looked over at my phone. Three missed calls, and it was quarter to eleven in the morning. "What the hell?" I wondered out loud. I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and ran a hand through my hair. Carefully, I walked out of my room and into the main living area. I found my brother, Casey, sitting on the couch with his feet up watching another reality show on the Food network.
"You look like crap." He laughed at me, throwing a water bottle in my direction as I sat down on the couch opposite him.
"Thanks." I nodded at him. "What the heck happened last night?"
"Really?" Casey asked, as if I was an idiot.
"Really. I remember nothing. Just dinner with Cooper and co." I chuckled.
Casey laughed, too. He seemed to be getting a real kick out of hungover me, so I just let him have his fun. "I really can't believe you don't remember a thing. That bad?"
I shrugged. From what I know, I was at the rooftop dinner and then suddenly, Emma was back with me. I couldn't be any happier with how last night went, but maybe Casey can fill me in on a few things. "I actually thought it went pretty good."
"Man..." Casey looked at me in awe and then burst out with a fit of chuckles.
"Okay!" I groaned. "Just tell me already."
"I had to pick you up from Emma and Trav's, Ive. At like two in the morning."
"You and Emma were both drunk as hell. Me and Trav were surprised you guys were still walking."
In my mind, curiosity was racing. Didn't I spend the night with Emma? I just thought I made my way back home early in the morning and knocked out right away. "What are you talking about?"
"Emma stumbled in drunk last night, and you were there, too. Travis called me because he didn't trust that you would get home safe, even if he got you a cab." Casey chuckled.
"Two in the morning?" I questioned him. "We just came through the door and then he called for you?"
"Basically. He heard you guys fooling around in the hallway since you two were so loud - and drink your water," Casey threw a pillow at me, "-so he opened the door and you two drunkies wobbled right on in."
I took a long chug from the water bottle, trying to down the hangover and the information Casey was telling me. Everything last night was just a dream... some drunken fantasy that I wish was real. I bit down on my lip, trying to remember and trying to forget at the same time. This would do no good for my mind, the fantasy would just eat at it. Especially if what really happened was that embarrassing, stumbling into her apartment drunk as hell. "What's wrong, bro?" Casey pulled me out of my own thoughts.
"Nothing," I shook my head, "just.. wow. I can't believe I got that drunk."
"With Emma. Step forward in the right direction?"
"Nah, man..." I muttered. "She probably doesn't remember anything. That's not exactly a good way to start hanging out again... getting plastered out of our minds."
"But it sure is fun, isn't it?" Casey shrugged, a small smile on his face. He probably wouldn't let this go. And I wouldn't either, especially not that dream that felt all too real. "Just not a good idea since you have a meeting with Mr. Mark Cooper in two hours."
I groaned. Leave it to Casey to really bring me back to reality.