#I’m supposed to feel sympathetic for him meanwhile he’s just like ?? defending a musical about eggs??

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I’m sorry

[tarysande]

I can't remember if it was you or another Meta-Writer who touched (ha) on the subject of Lucifer and Physical Touch. I've been re-watching S2 and the stark difference between how he reacts to Mum's touches vs Chloe's vs his romantic partners is evident.

I know I’ve mentioned the subject, though I can’t remember off-hand if I dedicated a post to it (or just said I wanted to!).

I’ve been rewatching S2, too! 

The touch thing with Mum is … such a thing, and it’s established right from the moment he sees her again. She falls; he catches her (and they form a kind of reverse pieta, which is a neat image), but he still looks terrified because he doesn’t know why she’s there (and he’s scared of her, as he’s told Linda). It says something about Lucifer that he can’t just let her fall, though—no matter what’s between them, some part of him can’t reject her outright. 

This is a theme we come back to again and again throughout the season. He doesn’t want to take her back to Hell—so he figures out a loophole. He won’t let her get too close, though; some part of him doesn’t trust her and he doesn’t reach out to her. This is a huge defense mechanism–quite literally not letting her get close enough to hurt him physically, while letting down his guard enough emotionally and mentally—because that small rejected child inside him yearns for parental love and acceptance—that she can manipulate him using his huge emotional blindspot: Chloe.  

Mum’s manipulation—through the emotion and touch that Lucifer is lacking—starts right away, though. At the end of 2x02, she touches his hand; he removes her hand. But when she reveals the “truth” about why he was in Hell (and not killed by God—something we only ever have her word for, by the by, and which I don’t actually believe because of how obviously she’s pleased by her manipulation after Lucifer agrees not to send her back to Hell right away), she touches his arms and appeals to him with her tears and he, who is almost always shown having a soft spot for helping people (especially women) in trouble (Delilah, Chloe, etc.), lets her.

For the first few episodes of the season, Lucifer doesn’t pull away from Mum’s touch, but he doesn’t initiate it, either. He’s also visibly irritated every time she talks about humanity (she’s always dismissive) or Chloe or his job. Mum is really good at manipulating him except she doesn’t realize (or refuses to accept) how important the place and people are to him. If she’d flattered humanity instead of sneering at them, I think she might’ve won Lucifer over. 

In 2x05, there’s an absolutely HUGE, significant touch-moment after Lucifer’s killed Uriel. Mum gathers him in; he lets himself be gathered. More than that, he actually wraps both arms around her and clings (which we’ve basically never seen him do before). It’s a horrifying and gorgeous moment that shows so much without telling. 

But here’s something interesting: though the last image of 2x05 is Lucifer clinging to Mum, we see no interaction between Mum and Lucifer in 2x06. Worse, Lucifer is left to absolutely frigging tailspin into despair and a sniper-induced death wish while Mum turns her efforts to manipulating Amenadiel. All the Mum scenes in Monster focus on this. Her words are carefully chosen to point blame at God while making herself sympathetic. See how Amenadiel falls to her flattery; she tells him what he wants to hear. Essentially, she feels Lucifer is now on her side (with a huge side of guilt) so it’s time to move on to the next step of her plan. The use of juxtaposition in this part of the episode is brilliant. On the one hand, we have Amenadiel and Mum in the sunlit woods, Mum wrapping her two hands around Amenadiel’s one to symbolize their new alliance; on the other, Lucifer, visibly coming apart at the scenes playing sad music, hitting a sour note, and banishing everyone from his club, leaving him fully and entirely alone (as he’s already been banished from the case).

Mum doesn’t appear in 2x07—but we see a lot of Lucifer interacting with Chloe and Trixie, the found family that doesn’t want anything from him but his presence. There’s a really good contrast here, where the episode ends on a hug that is totally different from the one in 2x05. The light is shining bright; it’s daytime and there are no shadows. Chloe is the one who’s crying, but they are tears of gratitude because Lucifer has just said exactly what she needed to hear. Chloe is the one who clings to Lucifer; he hugs her back and there is tenderness and yes, the hint of love and the promise of a future—contrasted with Mum living in an unattainable past, and grief, and guilt. Even Lucifer’s “My apologies, Detective, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” is a direct contrast of how he felt he had no choice but to hurt Uriel (to keep Uriel from hurting her). 

2x08 is where Mum starts to misstep. First, she releases Azrael’s blade into the world, and Lucifer is angry. Then, she reveals her plans to “go home” and disparages Lucifer’s feelings about Earth being his home. In 2x09, though Lucifer doesn’t know it yet, she doubles down on what she wants instead of trying to understand what Lucifer wants: she tries to blow up Lux, she decides to blow up Chloe instead, she tries to get Linda to talk about Lucifer’s secrets. These are all unforgivable from Lucifer’s perspective, and she has no idea. Because she’s ultimately selfish—she wants her home, her sons, her power. She doesn’t actually care about what makes her son happy; she wants to use him as a weapon. (I’ve watched S2 about a dozen times by now; Mum distresses me more each time I watch it.) 

At the sit-in, Mum manipulates him again by feeding him a little truth and then saying exactly what he wants to hear: “I disagree with you whole-heartedly about wanting to stay here (true), but a mother doesn’t have to agree with her son in order to support him. So, what is it exactly I’m supposed to ‘sit-in’ (what he wants to hear).” Lucifer’s whole face changes and he replies, “Mum, you’re actually being a good Mum,” and he offers her his arm. Meanwhile, he has no idea she’s actively trying to destroy everything he loves to get what she wants.

Her actions in 2x10 do a lot of damage to Lucifer’s already reluctant trust. She admits she was going to kill Chloe; she disparages Chloe in the courtroom; she uses his honor about not lying against him. It’s like a How To Turn Lucifer Against You Forever playbook. And this episode gives us another absolutely gorgeous juxtaposition, this time in contrast to the juxtaposition in 2x06. This time, instead of alone and self-loathing in his club, Lucifer is with Chloe—the beginning of something, banter, warm firelight, wine, burgers and fries, truth, a hand-clasp, and near-kissing—contrasted with Mum and Amenadiel in her dark office, full-on scheming, having learned nothing, and again, doubling-down on using Lucifer’s weaknesses to turn him into the weapon she wants (the flaming sword; the rage against God; the rebellious boy).

By 2x11, Lucifer “just wants [Mum] gone.” but, once again, she employs the tactic of telling him what he wants to hear (that Chloe impressed her; that she’s beginning to see what Lucifer sees in her; that he just has to prove his worth to her) and using touch (grabbing his hand in both of hers) to manipulate him. Then, knowing that Lucifer will be listening through the one-way glass, she lays it on even thicker. (How heartbreaking is his smile when he thinks she’s being genuine?)

2x12, of course, is heartbreaking because Mum is using Lucifer’s feelings and her knowledge about Chloe as a miracle to … destroy her son. She wants him heartbroken so he’ll leave his “home” and play his part in her plans. (It always strikes me here that, although Lucifer lives his life paranoid of “playing a role” in his Dad’s plans or being a pawn of his Father’s—it’s Mum who unrepentantly uses him as a pawn in her game of chess.) Maze, when she realizes that Lucifer is happy—truly happy—for maybe the first time ever, immediately wants to protect him because she actually cares about him. Mum, however, pushes on. Lucifer’s reaction to her reaching out to touch him this time, though, is to sweep up his own hand and prevent her, with a sharp, “Don’t.” I think it’s telling here that the only time we’ve seen this kind of sharp, precise, knife-like movement from Lucifer is when he’s fighting someone. It’s a combat motion; it’s a defensive act.

2x13 encapsulates all the facets of their relationship, really. She doesn’t want to help him for the sake of “an insignificant human’s life”—proving that she still doesn’t understand the depth and importance of his feelings. She loves him enough to go to Hell to save him; I believe that’s the truest moment of love she ever shows him. It’s also why I believe he lets her have a universe of her own at the end instead of hating her enough to kill her. He grabs Mum and pulls her from her Hell—they’re both sobbing and both fighting and it’s so real and raw. But then, afterward, when Chloe is safe, he again defends himself from her touch using the short, sharp, cutting movements reminiscent of his fighting style. 

Her admission that she’s been manipulating and using him since the start is heartbreaking; it’s his worst fears come true. At the heart of Lucifer Morningstar is a terror of being lied to (so he doesn’t lie), manipulated (as his father did and may continue to do), used. And here, his Mum, whom he’s been trying not to trust and failing at time and again as she says the right things over and over (because he wants that love, he wants that reassurance, he wants someone to touch him without wanting anything in return, he wants to be good—seen as good—by those who brought him into existence, he wants to be forgiven) is telling him the unvarnished, knife-in-the-back truth: she is everything he fears most. He was right to be afraid when he sat trembling in a chair opposite Amenadiel; he was right to be afraid when he sat trembling on a couch opposite Linda.

It wasn’t a physical attack, though; it wasn’t like being smited and pushed into a Fall, no. It was so much worse. It was his own mother using his weaknesses against him and watching him bleed out because she needed to use the shell that would be left.

[stylo-xx]

Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/The ‘Eventual’ Smut Is Here

PART 2-B: (XO) The One About Hong Kong

A/N: FINALLY IT’S HERE! ALL 12 PAGES! I’m sorry it took so long but I had fun writing this one, I hope you all enjoy! xx

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Three)

      With my head in my hands and the ever present ringing noise in my ears from the bad decisions from the previous night, I stared at the floor in complete and utter shock. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let myself not only fuck up for the hundredth time but royally fuck up so bad that I could already hear everybody back in LA screaming at me. But the thing I was afraid of most was the heaviest of my baggage being hurled at me with no way of dodging out of the way; and I could already see him coming at me with reckless abandon. As much as I told myself to stay low key until this week was over, I did the complete opposite and was staring straight into the line of fire. Suddenly a pang of whole body goosebumps hit me as every vile, repressed memory of him crossed my mind.

      After Parties were probably one of the best perks of going to award shows, sure it was fun dressing up and receiving an award and people kissing your ass and telling you how amazing you were but the real party didn’t start until the after parties.

      After Party; af-ter--par-ty (noun) : A place in which all morals are no longer valid and all caution is thrown into the wind; see ‘Divine Decadence’.

      Where idols out of view from prying eyes could let themselves be themselves, somewhere they could throw away the façade of perfection and indulge in low-hanging fruit in their very own Garden of Eden. And the After-After Parties? Well much like ‘Fight Club’--we don’t talk about about the After-After Parties.

      Bobbing her head along to the music, Alex now somewhere between tipsy and drunk, and  looking over the ledge from the comfort their private table located atop one of the many balconies she mused at the sea of intoxicated individuals; some making poor life choices that they’d be sure to regret later and others letting loose for the very first time. She laughed to herself as she watched one person in particular on the dance floor doing a very drunken, almost robotic rendition of the ‘Fantastic Baby’ dance. A pair of arms suddenly encircled her waist bringing her out of her drunken haze.

      “Hey baby you look pretty lonely, you got a boyfriend?” the mysterious figure said into her ear.

      Again laughing to herself “fortunately for me I’m not lonely whatsoever” she let out a fake sigh “but unfortunately for you I’m spoken for”

     “Oh really?” he spoke again only this time lightly brushing his lips against her exposed ear causing a chain reaction of goosebumps all over her entire body.

      She let out a shaky breath “Yupp...”

      His hands now roaming her form, he pressed his body closer to hers making them both lurch closer to the ledge.

      “He must be pretty stupid to let all of this” he ran his hand over her ass “just stand here all alone”

      She braced herself on the ledge “I said he was my boyfriend, I never said he was the brightest crayon in the box”

      He let out a chuckle “Bet he’s a shitty boyfriend…” he said kissing his way from her bare shoulder to that spot on her neck that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

      She bit her lip holding back a moan she so desperately wanted to let go, swallowing hard before speaking.

      “Well he can be…”

      Stopping mid kiss on her neck he spun her around to face him “Wait really?”

      She held back a laugh “Oh my god babe I was kidding” she said giving him a sympathetic look.

      “How’d you know it was me? Which by the way if it wasn't me you let that go on a little past too long” he held her at arm's length.

      She smiled and cupped his face in her hands “You’re the one who wanted to try roleplaying remember you little perv?”

      “...not a perv” he furrowed his brows and frowned.

      She bit her lip before pulling him in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss he placed his hand on the back of her head deepening the kiss. He pulled away holding her at arm's length again and looked her in the eye. His heart felt like it was simultaneously beating faster and slower at the same time, and swelled every time he looked at her. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else for the rest of his life; no matter how cheesy he may have thought that sounded he just plainly didn’t care.

      “What?” she chuckled.

      “Nothing” he shook his head and gave her a shy smile all while pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head.

      Still holding her against his chest he looked down at her, staring into her eyes again.

      As if afraid of saying something he has said a hundred times over again, he smiled at her again and said:

      “I love you”

      “I love you too” she smiled back.

      “You better” he scrunched his nose.

      She stuck out her tongue “Why do you do that?”

      “Do what?” he furrowed his brows letting her stand up straight.

      “Every time you say ‘I love you’ you act like it's the first time you’ve ever said it” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

      He blushed and let out a small laugh “because when I’m with you that’s what it feels like”

      She pushed his shoulder “Ji-Yong you got me already, you don't have to lay it on so thick” she laughed.

      “I know, I just can’t help it. You give me butterflies” he smiled looking away.

      She bit her lip and smiled “Well the feeling is mutual”

      Blushing again he turned back to look at her and went in for another kiss only to be stopped by a drunken Seung-Hyung and an equally as drunk Seungri cat calling them from the booth.

      “Yeaaahhh Hyung!” Seungri attempted to whistle “get it!”

      “Ji-Yongie-ah!” Seung-Hyun cupped a hand around his mouth “I can become an ordained minister if you give me like ten minutes and you two can just” he mushed his hands together; not quite sure what that hand gesture was supposed to mean.

      Ji-Yong shook his head “Have you two been watching us this whole time?”

      “Yea what kind of peep show do you think this is you weirdos” she raised an eyebrow.

      “Ok it sounds weird when you say it like that” the maknae defended.

      “It sounds exactly like what it is, you two are into some voyeuristic shit and hey no judgement but fuck off” Ji-Yong said walking to the table and grabbing Seungri’s drink out of his hand, tossing it back then slamming the glass on the table.

      The maknae went wide eyed.

      Alex laughed “Hey be nice” she lightly smacked Ji-Yong’s chest.

      “Oh my favorite Dongsaeng~, thank you!” Seungri dramatically placed both hands over his heart.

      She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes.

      “Ok looks to me like you two need a refill on your drinks” the maknae jumped up out of his seat and clapped his hands.

      Alex and Ji-Yong glanced at each other “we don’t have any drinks” they said in unison.

      “Exactly my point I’ll be right back, you want anything in particular? --Nevermind I’ll just bring you back something!” he said making his way toward the bar.

      The two stared after the drunken man and just shook their heads, looking back over at Seung-Hyun who had made his way to another table and acquired a pink feather boa that he was currently trying to wrap around Dae-Sung who seemed to be nothing but blissful as a on the verge of tears from laughing so hard Young-Bae looked on.

      She smiled and rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe these were the people she called her friends. Scanning the crowd again she spotted a few of her friends a couple tables away.

      “Oh babe” she touched his shoulder “I think I see some of the BTS boys over there, I’m just gonna go say ‘hi’ really quick I’ll be right back”

      He nodded his head ‘ok’ and she gave him a kissed his cheek.

      Making her way through the crowd of drunken people over to the three boys, as she comes closer into view she comes to see it is in fact Nam-Joon, Yoon-Gi and Jackson from Got7; and a very heated argument between a drunken Nam-Joon and Jackson.

      Jackson turns away from Nam-Joon and sees her approaching them and starts to yell out “noona! Noooonaaaa!”

      She gets to them and lightly smacks his shoulder  “Jackson I told you not to call me that. It makes me feel old”

      just then a wave of drunken ‘noonas’ came her way from the three boys.

      She shook her head “nice to see you too boys” she said giving each one of them a hug.

      “Yah noona, I’m glad you’re here” Jackson placed his arm around her shoulder “So get this, Rap Monie over here--”

      “Oh boy here we go again” Nam-Joon interjected.

      “--thinks he’s too cool to--”

      “Ah jinja, I never said I was too cool!”

      “--he thinks he’s too cool to answer his phone and hang out with me!” Jackson complained.

      Nam-Joon pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Jackson drunkenly drone on and on about their little spat.

      Yoon-Gi on the other hand had given up on them that he just started to ignore them entirely; he thought they should keep their marital disputes to themselves.

      Alex laughed and with Jackson’s arm still across her shoulder, she hugged him by the midsection as she continued to listen to a very hurt and intoxicated go on about how much more their friendship meant to him than Nam-Joon.

      Meanwhile halfway across the room a Ji-Yong that was becoming very impatient with the story his very hammered maknae was trying to get out, but couldn’t because he kept laughing before he even finished his sentences, trying to calm himself he started to make a mental drinking game out of this never ending tale about how Seungri apparently did something hilarious in Osaka but by the way he was telling it he was sure exactly what it was.

      Stopping again mid sentence looked past Ji-Yong in awe.

      “Yah! Seungri if you don’t finish--”

      “Wahhh Hyung-ie, you must be either really trusting or really dumb because if that was my girl i would have ripped that guy's head off” the maknae pointed in the direction where Alex stood with Jackson still having his arm around around her shoulders and her hugging him back.

      Turning in the direction his friend pointed a drunken finger, he could feel a dark jealousy beginning to rear it’s ugly head.

      “Come to think of it, where is my girlfriend?” the maknae blabbered to himself and walked away in search of his girlfriend, who in his drunken state had forgotten that she was in Cape Cod for another week and a half.

      Ji-Yong continued to glare in the direction of where that other man dared to touch his girlfriend. Who the fuck did he think he was? But the longer that Jackson kept his arm around her, the more livid Ji-Yong became.

      Turning away for a second to grab his drink, when he turned back around he caught a glimpse of the other man getting far too close to Alex’s face and he instantly felt his blood boil.

“Mother fucker…” he mumbled under his breath crushing the plastic cup in his hands and not even caring he spilled most of it all over his Lanvin shoes.

      Just then an unsuspecting Seungri was walking by with drinks in his hands when Ji-Yong snatched them away and tossed them back leaving the maknae to somberly go back to the bar.

      Looking back to glare daggers at Jackson, his heart felt some relief as he saw one of the other men pull him away and push him in another direction and saying their goodbyes to Alex. But that feeling was only momentary as he saw another man approach her.

      “Hey you” a man grabbed Alex’s wrist.

      She turned in confusion “Oh my god, Suho Oppa~!” her face immediately lit up.

      Ji-Yong wasn’t any kind of professional lip reader, but he was 99.99% sure she just called him ‘Oppa~’. And judging by how elated she looked to see him, he was just as sure he knew exactly who this new man was.

      Going in for a hug Suho smiled at her and left his hand to linger on the small of her waist when he pulled away.

      “Well don’t you just look amazing”

      She pushed his shoulder “Shut up”

      He flashed her another smile “I’m serious! You somehow always managed to look amazing no matter what you wore”

      “Oh good one, real smooth Casanova” she said sarcastically

      “I mean it” he leaned against the ledge swirling around the drink in his hand “Why else would Romeo over there look so pissed?”

      She furrowed her brows in confusion and turned to look in the direction he gestured with his head “Oh boy…”

      “What?” he let out a small laugh.

“This is going to be the end of the line for my wonderful night...” she sighed.

      He laughs “why is that? Is your boy over there you going to to go ape shit because you're hanging out with someone who isn't him”

      “No” she said sardonically “He's going to go ape shit because I'm talking to other attractive guys who aren't him”

“Ohh attractive huh?” he smirked.

      She shoved his shoulder “Oh stop, you know what I meant”

      “Well let’s just put it like this, look at you if I had you I'd probably be just as pissed. I kinda don't blame him” he said taking a sip of his drink.

      She rolled her eyes and smiled “ha-ha very funny”

      “I mean it's not too late, you and I could always try again. You have my number” He smiled in Ji-Yong’s general direction.eon

      she laughed and shoved his shoulder again.

      He threw another smirk her way.

      Not being able to take any more of the scene before him, Ji-Yong tossed back the drink in his hand and stormed his way toward them.

      Suho noticed the enraged man making his way toward them and laughed to himself.

      “What?” she questioned.

      “I think the end of the line for my wonderful night is stomping his way over here” he took another sip of his drink “I should probably--”

      “Hey baby” Ji-Yong clenched his jaw.

      “Oh hey babe” she felt his arm tighten around her waist as he began to pull her toward him.

    “GD-Sunbaenim” Suho bowed “I was just leaving. Alex it was so nice to see you again, have a good rest of your night you two” he bowed again and turned to make his leave.

      “Oh Alex” he turned on his heels “just remember what I said, it’s not too late” He smirked and turned to continued on his way.

      The car ride was no less painful than leaving the club, the tension was high and nobody said a word. While they were about to walk out the door to the outside of the club he reached behind him to hold her hand only to have her pull away from him. He clenched his jaw and let out an incredulous small laugh as he watched her continue to walk ahead of him. Again as they were getting into their SUV he stepped aside to help her get in but she ignored his hand and let her security guard help her in; he sardonically laughed to himself. They both knew that once they got the the hotel the gloves were coming off.

      The tension in the elevator between the two of them was so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Neither one daring to speak, though in their heads words were flying at a mile a minute; so many things they wanted to say but just didn’t know where to start. The journey leading up to the elevator was no picnic either. As they were being walked through the hotel by their security guards, they would normally escort them all the way to their room but when they reached the elevator and the doors opened Ji-Yong out stretched his arm stopping them before they could follow suit.

      “That’ll be all for tonight, thank you” he said nonchalantly.

      The lead security guard was taken aback “Sir we have to escort you to your room”

      “Not tonight guys. Take the rest of the night off, I’m sure we can manage without you for one night” he raised an eyebrow. He made his way into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor.

      “But sir--” the lead security guard spoke again.

      “Good night gentlemen” Ji-Yong said as the doors to the elevator closed and marked the clear division between: holding your tongue before the eyes of the world and being in the center of the eye of the storm.

      The beeps of the elevator filled the air, floor by floor it felt like it was a countdown to a ticking time bomb that was going to explode any minute. Fifteen floors seemed like it was light years away and carrying a bomb with short fuse that had been burning long before they ever even entered, well it seemed the tides were not their favor. With the distance between the two of them and the mind numbing silence one could swear that they were complete strangers; not lovers but strangers with the same hunger. It felt as though with how far Alex stood from him, she might as well have been in an entirely different part of the world. God knows she sure as shit felt that way. And with the alcohol still running through his veins and an ugly jealousy still festering in his head, he spoke without a moment's hesitation. beep, beep, beep.

      “So, you never answered my question earlier. Did you have fun with all your guy friends?”

      She scoffed incredulously, she was definitely not drunk enough to deal with this kind of bullshit right now. She wore a sardonic smile on her face.

      He pursed his lips and nodded his head “Hmph. Glad to know you had a good time with him honey” he said with a condescending sneer. beep, beep, beep.

      Still keeping her silence, she shot him a look of disgust. She kept repeating to herself in her head ‘don’t blow up on him, don’t blow up on him. He’s just wasted and so are you..’

      Her lack of putting up any kind of protest or just let alone speaking was driving him crazy. The fact that she allowed those douche bags to hold her the way that they did, and then rejected him her own boyfriend when he tried to hold her hand; that just threw him over the edge.

      “Why would you be acting so lovey dovey with your fucking ex-boyfriend in front of me like that?! Why would you even talk to him in the first place?!” Boom.

      She went wide eyed in disbelief “Oh.my.god. I went on one fucking date with him like five years ago! And that was way before I ever met you. I’d hardly call him my ‘ex-boyfriend’”

      “Ahhh so she speaks!” he hollers “Just proving how your conscience is weighing on you, I didn’t even have to specify which him I was talking about but you already knew exactly who it was”

      She couldn't believe they were even arguing about this. He's had all the chance in the world to complain about anyone that she’s dated in the past and he’s choosing now of all times’ while he’s completely fucked up, to do it.

      “Of course I knew who you were talking about, I only dated one of the six people I was talking to jack ass!” she squeezed her hand so tight around her phone that it felt as though if she had squeezed any tighter she could have Hulked right through her phone “Like I said before, I only ever went on one date with Suho and that was five years ago!”

      “First of all don’t say his name. Second of all so because you met him first that means how I feel doesn’t amount to anything?”

      “What the fuck are you on?! I never said that! Stop putting words in my mouth!” she threw her hands up “I didn’t do anything wrong I was just being friendly with my friend who just so happens to be a man! All I did was say ‘oh my god hi, how are you? How have you been? cause I haven't seen you for over a year!”

      “yea right Alex come the fuck on, who acts so touchy with some guy she only went on one date on?--”

      “Ji-Yong you have got to be kidding me” she crossed her arms again.

      “--Also I clearly heard you call him Oppa~ and now you’re also admitting to having talked to him while we were dating? Well if that doesn't get you girlfriend of the award I don’t know what will” he furrowed his brows.

      Alex was about to blow a gasket, she was trying so hard to not go completely mental on his ass. Ji-Yong has had his moments of jealousy in the past but it only ever got this bad when he allowed himself to wallow in his own self pity with a bottle at hand. Alex took a deep breath and spoke.

      “Ji-Yong can we seriously not do this right now? You’re super trashed so if you still wanna yell at me that badly by tomorrow when you're hopefully sober then so be it”

      He scowled “No, I’m not done--”

      Ding. The doors to the elevator suddenly opened to reveal another drunken couple join them on the elevator. Only difference was, they actually seemed to like each other. As if the couple hadn’t noticed that they weren't alone, they continued to giggle and laugh while kissing each other like it was the last chance they would ever have to do so. The sight of the other couple not only made Ji-Yong and Alex feel uncomfortable but it made them long for a time not so long ago when they were just like that. Ji-Yong not wanting to endure them rubbing their apparent love for each other in his face, he cleared his throat causing  the other couple suddenly wake up from their daze of young love only to realize they weren't alone after all. The other two looked back at Alex and Ji-Yong with an apologetic look in their eyes. The boyfriend was the first to speak up.

      “Oh I’m so sorry” he said still holding his girlfriend “We didn’t notice you there, you guys were so quiet we thought we were by ourselves”

Ji-Yong merely gave him a half hearted smile and a nodded; Alex just turns to look away.

      Fuck was it that obvious they wanted nothing to do with each other?

      The girlfriend, in her drunken stupor, quizzically stared at the two with her eyes darting back and forth between the two; her eyes suddenly went wide. ‘Shit...’ Ji-Yong thought, here we go another super fan about to bombard him with a string of ‘Oh my god! GD Oppa~! Saranhaeyo!’

      “Omo! You’re G-Dragon! Oppa!” you see, he wasn't completely wrong. “A-and you’re Alexandra McMahon!” the girl pointed and covered her mouth with her hand.

      Alex internally cringed at hearing her full name before she shot the girl an insincere smile.

      “Yup that’s me haha” she raised an eyebrow; Ji-Yong stayed silent.

      The boy and the girl smiled at each other before the boy spoke again.       “What are you guys already calling it a night?” he chuckled “I never would have pegged you two for going to bed early, I would've thought you two would be partying until tomorrow!”       Alex and Ji-Yong just glanced at eachother and let out an awkward laugh.

      The boy looked between the two and smiled.       “Ohhhhhh! I get it” he smirked “You guys are going to go have an ‘after party’, am I right?” the girl playfully hit her boyfriend on the shoulder.       “How did you guess?” Ji-Yong said in a monotone manner; the other two just laughed. Alex rolled her eyes and looked up at the glowing numbers above the doors indicating how much longer she’d have to endure the other two. Much to her surprise the next floor was theirs. She put on the fakest smile she could muster and grabbed Ji-Yong by the wrist.       “Well it was so nice meeting you two but it looks like this is our stop!” the elevator doors opened and she pulled Ji-Yong along with her as she stepped out. Stopping right outside of the doors she placed her arms around Ji-Yong’s neck confusing the shit out of him.       “Now you two kids have fun and stay out of trouble, I know we will. Right babe?” she said sardonically.       Still confused as to what was going on, he spoke just barely above a whisper.       “Uh y-yea?” he raised an eyebrow.       Just before the doors were about to close she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Taken aback by her actions it took him a second to process what was going on but it didn’t take long before he deepened the kiss and placed a hand on her cheek. The other two in complete awe, subconsciously started tilting their heads to the side to keep watching the display of affection before them as the doors were slowly closing; the boy spoke up for the final time.       “Wahhhh, I wish we were that in love…”       With the other two now gone and out off their hair, Alex and Ji-Yong stood their ground kissing just as passionately as before. But even now as she was running her hands through his hair, and every now and then giving it a gentle tug, he still could not understand what was going on. Did the alcohol just finally hit her? Had they finally argued so much that she had lost it? Or was this just the beginning to an entire evening full of amazing hate sex? Either way he wasn’t mad about his current situation. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer as he ground his growing erection into her. She let out a little moan into his mouth; Ji-Yong couldn't help but smile into the kiss. With another gentle tug to his hair, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a small tug this time earning a moan from him.       He pulled away from the kiss to speak “Mmm fuck. let’s go to the room before I fuck you right where you’re standing” he ran his hands over her ass. Her only response was kissing his neck. He let out a small laugh and with and unrelenting Alex still kissing his neck he carefully pushed her in the direction of their hotel room. Bumping into things every now and again due to either the alcohol or when she’d nip at the sensitive spot on his neck, it was quite evident Ji-Yong was enjoying himself. Finally managing to make it to their room door, he paused pinning her between himself and the door as she continued her relentless attack on his neck.       “Babe. babe--” he smirked as tried to get her attention. All he received was muffled ‘Mmm?’.

      He licked his lips and threw his head back “Ung” he groaned “fuck babe you're gonna make me cum before we even get to the fun stuff”       She pulled away momentarily to smirk at him.       He looked back at her and ran his thumb across her bottom lip; if there was anything he loved more in the world other than Alex herself it was her plush lips. Just looking at them brought back memories of all the amazing things that have come out of that mouth; also some of his favorite memories about things that have been in that mouth too. One item in particular being at the top of that list. If there was one memory that by far was his favorite, as lewd as it was and aside from the day they met, it would be the first time she ever gave him a blowjob; plain and simple. He remembers her saying that ‘she never usually did stuff like that’, she said ‘she only ever did that with whoever was her boyfriend at the time’. With what they did the rest of the night it was beyond ‘just blowing your friend for fun in his car because he came home from tour that night’. Come to think of it Alex wasn't as ‘untouched as the morning dew’ as she said she was.       Managing to get the door open and both of them inside, Ji-Yong slammed the door shut with his foot as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss. Not bothering to turn the lights on, or break the kiss, he lead her further into the room and gently pushed her onto the bed. With both their chests heaving up and down and feeling like their hearts were pumping so loud that the other could hear it, they looked into each other's eyes as if time had stopped right then and there. Standing between her legs he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor before crawling on top of her to straddle her body. Ghosting his lips over hers and then to her neck made shivers run up and down her spine, he tilted her head to the side to get a better angle and began making quick work of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit her lip, he took one of his hands in hers and interlocked their fingers as he brought their hands above her head. The sensation of his lips and teeth grazing over her skin was driving her crazy, a hand she had previously placed upon his chest was now running down toward his toned midsection stopping every so often when he’d nip at the sensitive spot on her neck. Inciting little whimpers from her from the absence of his lips on her neck he kissed his way down toward her chest. He released her hand above her head and caressed her arm as he slowly lowered the spaghetti strap to her dress from her shoulder and unveiling one of her breasts. He took her exposed breast in his mouth before peppering kisses all over it and this time receiving a small moan and a tug to his hair. Pulling away he made his way back up to her lips and languidly kissed her before pulling away again to speak.       “I love you” he pecked her lips.       “I love you too” she ran her hand up his back.         He smiled before he went back in to kiss her and ran his hand underneath her waist to lift her up higher on the bed. Settling between her legs, he hiked up her dress above her thighs and went back to suck on her neck.       If there was one thing that made her patience wear thin it was when he would tease her and make it feel like it was an eternity before he actually started to fuck her. Wanting to speed up the process, she placed a hand on his abs and slowly made her way to his prominent erection that was just waiting to burst out of his pants. Sticking her hand between his pants and his boxer briefs she began to palm him earning a moan from him and a momentary halt on the attack on her neck.       “Fuck” he groaned.

      She removed her hand to undo the zipper and button on his pants and this time returning to pump him in his underwear.       “Shit” he moaned, she smiled to herself; one of her favorite things to hear was him swearing whenever she was either A) blowing him B) jerking him off or C) when she was on top, it was like some sort of sexy validation she was putting in work.       Ji-Yong not wanting to end their private party before it even started, grabbed her by the wrist putting a stop to her actions.       “Patience is a virtue…” he ghosted over her lips again.       “Not when you tease me the way you do” she pouted.       “Bet he can't make you feel the way I do” he returned to kiss her neck.       “Wait what did you just say?” she furrowed her brows and pulled away from him “Ji-Yong If you said what I think you said I swear--”       “What you’re gonna go running to him?” he sat up straddling her.       “You have got to be shitting me...” she shoved him off of her and rearranged her dress as she got up from the bed.       “Did I miss something here? What did I do wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows.       She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You’re joking right? You’re being an absolute douche bag!”       “Oh what, you think that a hand job makes what you did with that asshole go away? Think again baby” he said getting off the bed.       She clenched her jaw “You know what, how about I do us both a favor and fuck-off back to LA and you can literally go fuck yourself” she hollered as she made her way toward the door.       “What the fuck do you mean you’re going back to LA? You can't just leave without me, you know how bad that would look?!” he took a step toward her.       With a hand on the knob of the door she stopped in her tracks and let out an incredulous chuckle “That sounds like a you problem”       “Baby wait! W-What about your stuff, you wouldn't just leave without your suitcase!”       “Considering the fact that I’m worth millions, I'm pretty sure I can afford to buy a new wardrobe. Do whatever you with it, shove it up you ass for all I care!” and with that she slammed the door shut.       “Alex--Alex!” Ji-Yong grabbed the vase on the night stand and smashed it into the wall. They have had bad fights before but never like this, there had been times where she threatened to leave but never actually threatening to leave for another country and actually walking out. Ji-Yong at this point had taken for granted the fact that no matter how pissed he’s made her that she’d always come back, on way or another she’d always come back. But he wasn’t so sure this time.

      “whoa, you ok there kid?” Tim asked with a severely concerned face       “Huh?” I said absentmindedly “O-oh yea, yea I am” I forced a smile.       “Where’d you go?” he put a hand on my shoulder “after you saw the picture you screamed bloody murder and then went total lobotomized zombie on me; just stared at the floor with a vacant expression”       I shook head out of my thoughts “No, really I’m fine...I just..just kinda spaced out a little I guess”

      “A little?” he raised an eyebrow.       A sudden clicking sound diverted our attention toward the front door that was slowly being opened. Tim and I became stiff; both in defensive mode ready to jump up and kick the intruder’s ass. Truthfully I was more concerned that I would be murdered in my underwear and at that the crime scene the police would find me in that kind of state of undress. The intruder slowly pushed the door open and made his way back first into the room and as if on queue the light to that walk way flickered and shut off shrouding the intruder in darkness. ‘Shit. am I really about to be Michael Myers-ed right now? Damn it I wish I had worn cuter underwear...’ I thought to myself. The intruder having turned back around encroached his way toward us and into view.       “Ahh! Suho what the fuck?!” I put a hand over my heart “You scared the shit out of us”       Carrying a bag in one hand, a cup holder in the other and another paper bag between his teeth let out a muffled ‘sorry’.       I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with my fingers “What the hell are you doing here anyway? And how the hell did you get a key to my room?” Suho let out a chuckle as he put down the items he was carrying “I told you I was coming back to check on you don’t you remember?”       “Clearly there has been a miscommunication here because I wouldn't be asking if I had remembered” I furrowed my eyebrows “Sorry I didn’t mean to sound so mean…”       He smiled and shook his head “I was hoping this wouldn't happen but I don't blame you, especially after last night”       I went wide eyed “Oh my god. We didn't--did we?”       He laughed “ouch, well if we had I really hope you would've remembered at least that. I’d want to leave a better impression than that on you” he gave me a smile that made me blush.       “Oh I brought you these by the way, I didn’t know which ones were your favorites so I just got all of them” smiling again he handed her the mismatched bouquet of flowers.       Taking the flowers I smiled into them as I put them up to my nose to take in their smell.       Tim feeling like he had been booted out of the room rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.       “Oh, hey Tim sorry I didn’t get you flowers but how about a coffee?” Suho gestured making me laugh.       Not entirely fond of Suho to begin with, Tim didn’t really find his joke any more appealing than he found Suho.       “So, thanks for bringing her back to her room last night, glad you came to check on her but as you can see she’s fine so you can--” Tim attempted to rush Suho out.       “Hey hold on there, he’s not quite done here” I put my hand up “Now since you seem to be the only one that actually remembers any of last night, can you explain this” I held up Tim’s phone that held the webpage to my undoing; the only one of the pictures that was taken of me last night that had managed to not be blurry and of course it had to be one of Suho and I completely making out while waiting for a Taxi.       “Oh…” Suho covered his mouth.       “Listen, I’m not mad about the make out session I’m sure it was great--”       Tim felt like he was about to gag.       “--but I’m just more upset that my face is plastered all over the internet and half of it is being devoured by you”

      Suho held back a laugh “I mean” he rubbed the nape of his neck “It just kind of happened, I was trying to get you home because you were pretty hammered and one thing led to a thank you and that lead to you kissing me and that lead to--well that picture”       I let out a sigh “Well I guess there’s nothing we can really do now” I leaned back on the bed “I can’t really complain if you’re the ‘Mystery Man’ I went home with”       “Ok and with that I am out” Tim stood up making his way toward the door       “Alex, I’ll text you, and Suho” he just nodded his head and headed out the door. Leaving a very confused Alex and Suho staring after him.

[solaciummeae]

Halfway Around the World; Lies the One Thing That You Want | Part 4

MOOD MUSIC

Bobby made a call about halfway back to his house to Dean’s cell phone. He didn’t want to tell Sam first because he knew that Dean would throw a fit if he were not the first one to be informed. He got his voicemail however and left a brief message.

“Hey Dean, Bobby, listen, I got a surprise I’m bringin’ home just so you two idgits know, don’t do anything stupid when I get there.” He’d said before hanging up the phone and tossing it back down on the seat. Emma was curled up in the seat next to him having fallen asleep as soon as the sun started to warm that side of the car. She couldn’t even hear the phone conversation taking place and made no move to stir. Bobby glanced at her every now and then, his concern wearing down as she was doing pretty well so far. Now he just had the other two to deal with. ‘Joy,’ He thinks in sarcasm. The rest of the drive goes by fairly quickly as the distance from the institution wasn’t more than an hour away or so. When they arrive back at the house, he shakes Emma gently to try and wake her, but she doesn’t budge.

It was probably better that he talk to tweedle dee and tweedle dum first anyway. He leaves her there for the time being and walks into the house finding Dean looking through a book and starting the day off early with a small glass of whiskey. “Hey, why aren’t you answering your phone?” He asks harshly, trying to cover up anything suspicious.

Dean turns around with a brow half-cocked, frowning, “Calm down Bobby, its in the kitchen. What’s up?” He asks defensively. He isn’t sure what has the older man so excited but he can tell that something is off. “I got something to tell you, and I need you to keep your head.” Bobby warns taking the drink from Dean’s hand and setting it down on the desk in the center of the room. Dean immediately picks the glass back up, “I don’t like the sound of that, might be needing this.” He comments, taking another sip. “What is it?” “There’s this girl–” “Awe, you got a girlfriend? How cute.” Dean retorts sarcastically, making a face. “No, you idgit, shut up. There was a girl yesterday, when I was out running errands for you at that hospital.” Bobby explains in annoyance. “And? Is she a lead on the case?” Dean demands, thinking that Bobby’s about to tell him he found something interesting. He’s in no way prepared for the words that are about to come out of Bobby’s mouth next. “I brought her home,” Bobby tells him flatly, not knowing how else to tell him about Emma. “You what!?” Dean hollers, slamming the book down on the desk along with his drink. “Where is she?” He hisses. “Now don’t you get testy with me boy, that girl has no one else and well she reminded me of you and Sam a bit.” Bobby explains in the same warning tone he’d used earlier. “So I gave her home. She’s out in the car.” He pauses only seconds to let it sink in for the other hunter. “Now she’s got some issues we need to discuss before I bring her in here.” He starts going into further explanation of the conditions and how Emma was. After about five minutes Dean cut him off again. “You brought a crazy girl home!?” He shouts. “Don’t you dare call her that, after all you and Sam seen and done. Don’t you dare or I’ll stick my foot so far up your ass it’ll come out your mouth.” Bobby threatens, raising his voice over Dean’s. The sounds from inside the house and the fact that the car had been sitting still for quite some time now, finally rouses Emma from her nap. She shoots up in her seat instantly panicking because Bobby is nowhere in sight and she thought she’d heard him yelling not too far away. She looks around trying to quiet the hyperventilation that threatens to take over.

As she looks around the yard two things catch her eye. The first, being that she’s located Bobby, she can see him waving his arms around through the curtains of the living room window. And secondly, there was a tall, really tall, man, standing outside on his phone. She quietly as she can opens the door, squeezing her eyes shut as the metal gives a low groan upon opening. She’s sure that she’d already drawn at least the attention of the man in the yard. Sam, who’d been trying to reach more people and gain new leads through contacts, stood with his back facing Bobby’s car. He hadn’t really noticed them pull up and he was far too busy trying to acquire information to care until he heard a second car door open and turned around to see a girl almost crawling out of the car.

“Yeah, uh huh, sorry sir, I’ll have to call you back later. No, everything’s fine, thank you. Alright, great, talk to you soon.” Sam says in response to the last of the conversation. He clicks his cell phone off as his mouth hangs slightly open, his eyes going somewhat wide. The girl seemed to be keeping low to the ground and Sam isn’t sure if she needs help or needs to be dealt with. He checks the back of his jeans to make sure his gun is still tucked between the fabric. He watches her feet until she’s made it to the front of the car and can’t hide anymore. Emma no longer had something to put between herself and the tall man and so she emerges, hoping that this is one of the boys that Bobby had been talking about. She looks down, her hair instantly going in her face as she holds one hand up to her mouth to chew on her fingernail. The other arm falls loosely at her side and she isn’t sure what she was supposed to do. But she doesn’t want to disturb Bobby as he’s probably in the middle of something important. Sam gives a small wave to the girl with his best sympathetic facial expression. He’s hoping she’s a friend and not going to try to kill him. It’s too early for that and he wasn’t in the mood. He cautiously moves toward her his smile growing as she starts to wave lowly with her free hand. “Hi…I’m Sam.” He introduces himself, gently offering her his hand. Emma flinches as his hand comes toward her. She shuffles back a little bit dropping her other hand from her mouth to her side again. This had to be one of the boys Bobby had been talking about. He’d mentioned a Sam and a Dean. The entire time he spoke of them though Emma was thinking two little boys or maybe even teenagers, but not fully grown men, older than her. The other that Bobby was arguing with must have been Dean. “Its okay,” Sam coaxes hurriedly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He tells her, raising his hands up a little bit to show her he didn’t have anything and that he meant no harm. He takes another step closer to the girl who’s about a foot shorter than him and waits for her to warm up to him. “You’re one of Bobby’s boys?” Emma almost accuses warily. “Bobby’s–-yeah, I am.” Sam agrees, figuring that Bobby hadn’t told this girl anything and had tried to keep it simple. “What’s your name?” He asks feeling as though he’s talking to a child. It’s clear that there is something going on with the girl standing in front of him and he doesn’t want to startle her and cause problems. “Emma,” She replies softly, daring to look up and stare him in the eyes. “Can I call you Sammy?” She asks, taking a step closer to him to show that she isn’t afraid. Sam gives her a mixture between a smirk and a smile, laughing. “My brother’s really the only one who calls me that, but yeah, sure. Why not?” He offers, outstretching his hand again, “Sammy.” He repeats. Emma puts her smaller hand in his larger one and shakes it. “Emma.” She follows suit, with a little smile of her own playing across her lips. Just then the argument from inside gets louder and Emma retracts her hand quickly, squeezing her eyes shut and shuddering. “Damn it Bobby! She’s a fucking liability and you know it!” Dean yells. “Don’t you swear at me that way Dean Winchester or I’ll have your ass!” Bobby roars right back. “She’s stayin’ and that’s final.” He finishes leaving absolutely no room for argument from the Winchester standing in front of him. He walks out onto the porch to see that Emma is awake and has made her way out of the car. She’s standing with Sam who appears to be acting more friendly than his older brother. For that, Bobby’s thankful. Sam was usually the sensible one. Dean pounds the rest of his drink and slams it down on the hardwood of the furniture. He grabs his phone and the book he’d been reading and jogs upstairs to his room. This was bullshit and he wasn’t putting up with it right now. He grips the door and shoves it shut loudly. He then throws himself down on the bed and goes back to reading his book. Or trying to at least. Meanwhile, Bobby has made his way to Sam and Emma. “Don’t worry about him sweetheart, he’s just a tough one to crack.” He consoles Emma reassuringly. “Thanks for lookin’ after her Sam.” He nods at him. “No problem,” Sam smiles easily. “Emma and I were just introducing ourselves. I’ll go see if I can talk to my brother, excuse me,” He finishes before heading into the house and making his way to Dean’s room. He knocks on the door but doesn’t wait for permission to enter. “By all means Sam, come on in,” Dean mutters, not bothering to lift his head to look at his brother. “Dude, you can’t just throw a fit because Bobby brings someone home.” Sam reminds him. “Did he tell you about her? That she’s going to be living here and she’s all nine kinds of crazy?” Dean challenges, closing the book and looking to his brother. “He tell you he just met her yesterday? That even her family doesn’t come to visit her?” Dean goes on further. “Well maybe that’s why Bobby took her in, all the more reason for us to be understanding, Dean.” Sam replies, shrugging his shoulders and expressing his openness to the situation. “And if something happens to her? Or to us– because of her?” Dean questions shaking his head. “This is a bad idea– and a stupid one Sam.” “Just give her a chance, okay? I don’t know I kinda like her.” Sam defends, as if it doesn’t require that much concern. “Oh good, you’ve gotta a crush on her now too, must be some chick–” Dean starts again. “Shut up Dean, you’re not in charge here, and maybe she’s just a likable person, ever think of that?” Sam fires back. “And who is going to take care of her if and when she loses it,” Dean questions, looking his brother in the eyes. “And if she doesn’t?” Sam shoots right back. “Believe me, from what Bobby told me it’s only a matter of time.” Dean scoffs indiginantly. “Then I will.” Sam finishes flatly, before walking out of the room without another word. Dean shakes his head again and lies back, flipping through the pages of the book he’d been reading again. ‘Sammy, and his stupid crush,’ He thinks with irritation. Sam had a thing for the wounded and being a caretaker. He’d been that way since they were kids. Dean handled business, while Sam worried about the people involved. Dean rolls his eyes and continues to research, making notes along the margins as he goes. He didn’t have time for this. He’d meet the girl later and decide how he’d deal with her. Back at the car, Emma and Bobby were bringing in her bags and setting them down in the entryway. Not long after, Bobby takes Emma upstairs and shows her one of the spare bedrooms she’d be staying in. Emma notes that the door closest to hers is closed and the other two down the hall are standing open. She wonders if the angry man is behind it, but is too afraid to find out. Bobby leaves her to explore a little bit and goes to get her bags.

She sits down on the bed and looks around. She likes the windows in here even more than the ones she’d had at the hospital, and there was a lot more room on the walls for whatever she wanted. Especially because she didn’t have to share with anyone else. After Bobby drops off her things and heads back to talk to Sam about something, Emma starts to unpack, singing as she moves along. Dean can hear the new girl singing from his room and is about to lose it. How was anyone supposed to get anything done with her in there doing that? He puts up with it for another couple minutes before standing and opening his door. Of course, they put her right next to him. Why couldn’t she sleep next door to Sam?

He can see her through the cracked door and pushes it open slightly to get a better look. There’s nothing special about her at all, why were Bobby and Sam so taken with her? Dean clears his throat, causing Emma to look up.

“You know, I’m trying to get some work done next door? Think you can keep it down?” He requests, trying his best to keep his voice even. The girl is neither pretty nor is her body anything worth getting excited over. Not to mention, she’s crazy. He’s starting to wonder about Sam’s taste. What made this girl so likable? “Mhm, I’m sorry,” Emma hums quickly. She walks around the side of the bed and sticks out her hand to him. “I’m Emma, it’s nice to meet you.” She recites, going back into her professional mode. She gives him an expectant look and then drops her hand when he doesn’t take it. “Uh huh, Dean.” He responds, looking both unimpressed and uninterested. Emma’s a little hurt but doesn’t hold it against the man in front of her that she makes another mental note– is rather handsome. She returns to doing what she’d been working on and hums softer this time, rather than singing to herself. Dean shakes his head and looks up, almost asking God why he did this to him.