You dont have the courage PART 1

“You won’t do it Emmett-  .”

Emmett made no outward response to this but on the inside, he felt greatly amused. So   Alicia thought he was too soft, did she? Some small part of him wanted to prove her wrong just out of spite. Emmett Orwell had never been soft, had never been the nice guy. It wasn’t who he was.

“I know.” Hm, bold. “Because it wouldn’t do you any good. You wouldn’t gain anything from it.” An interesting notion, to say the least. If Emmett weren’t so practical, he might actually be offended.

In the end, he simply rolled away from her and responded in his cool voice. “You’re right. You’re an interesting young woman   Alicia.” That’s where Emmett expected it to end. He expected her to make that face she often did, the cute one when she was confused, and then mumble some sort of vague agreement, bid him goodnight and leave.

But of course she didn’t. And Emmett honestly didn’t know why he hadn’t started expecting the unexpected from her at this point.

“But I’ve learned something from this.” So smart, she was. “I guess I never realized what a nice guy you are,   .” But so naive. “I know what you’re doing.” Oh did she now? “You’re just trying to prove what Tamaki-   said earlier.” And so dumb.

Emmett glanced to the side as he more felt than heard   Alicia shuffle closer to him before she placed a gentle hand on his bare shoulder. “I know that you’re just trying to prove his point, that you’re just posing as the bad guy.” Posing? If there’s one thing Emmett Orwell didn’t do, it was pose. There was no need for that. Not for a man like Emmett.

He turned to look at her then, which was ultimately what made it awkward when she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

Mostly because it wasn’t his cheek she ended up kissing. Her lips landed on the corner of his mouth. If Emmett had been a different man, he might have been startled and pulled away from her. He might have. If he’d been a different man.

But he wasn’t.

So he simply sat, in stony silence, looking unblinkingly at   Alicia who had leaned back and covered her mouth with one hand as the faint traces of a blush crawled up her face.

“I’m so sorry, Emmett-mnh!”

  Alicia’s words were abruptly cut off as Emmett surged forward to connect their lips in a proper kiss. He could see the shock on her face in the way her eyes widened but her mouth was soft and supple against his and he took this as permission to kiss her again.

When they parted for the second time, there was a moment of startling silence. The only sound was the soft whisper of quickened breath that tangled somewhere between them.   Alicia still knelt on his bed, but she had leaned back at this point, supporting herself by placing her hands somewhere behind her. Emmett’s hands rested on the bed as well, on either side of her and he leaned forward, feeling almost predatory in his position. It was in this moment that Emmett realized the crassness of his actions and it was now his turn to formulate an apology.

“Forgive me,   Alicia. I don’t know what got into me,” he said finally as he hung his head to avoid her eyes. In that moment, he felt like he simply couldn’t look at her. It was a rare feeling for Emmett, a man who rarely backed away from the repercussions of his own actions, but he honestly hadn’t been thinking and to say he felt a little guilty would be an accurate assessment.

But then there was a soft hand on his cheek and his face was tilted back up in a manner most gentle. This time, when   Alicia leaned forward to kiss him, there was definitely more purpose in her movements but also an underlying note of nervousness that Emmett could sense. Not that he really took note of it much because he was too busy being surprised.

How many times did Emmett have to remind himself to stop being surprised by   Alicia?

Now that the kissing had been permitted, Emmett’s guilt all but evaporated into thin air as he leaned forward, turning her timid kiss into something deeper.   Alicia didn’t seem to mind; instead her fingers slid from his jaw to the back of his head where they curled gently in his hair, which was still damp from the shower he’d just taken. Emmett assumed her other hand was still behind her somewhere, supporting some of her weight.

Feeling bold, Emmett decided that their current position simply wasn’t very practical. With one hand on her lower back, he leaned forward, forcing her back, and pulled her underneath him, using his free hand to swing her legs out from underneath her. They ended up in a similar position to where they’d started but they were much closer together and this time they were actually touching, kissing in fact.

When Emmett pulled away to look down at her, her face was flushed pink in the prettiest of ways, her lips puffy and parted as she breathed shallowly. Her thin arms were wrapped around his neck and her dress had been thrown into disarray, hiked up around her mid thigh and bunched underneath her, baring most of the smooth skin of her legs to Emmett’s eyes and hands.

One of his hands rested on the pillow beside her head, holding himself up, and the other rested on her thigh, not moving but simply finding a home there, the coolness of his fingers largely in contrast to the heat of her skin.

”  Alicia,” he said then, his voice low and raspy with the weight of desire. “Are you okay with this?” As self-serving as Emmett often seemed, he wasn’t a barbarian. He was a gentleman. The ideals of the Host Club were no trivial thing and Emmett upheld them strictly.

  Alicia seemed almost surprised by his question and then something in her eyes softened, a…happiness? Fondness? Emmett couldn’t discern its true nature. But whatever it was, it was…warm. And then she nodded, simple and utterly adorable.

Emmett himself hardly realized he smiled then but looking back, analyzing it all, he thought that maybe that was the first time   Alicia had seen a genuine smile grace his lips.

He leaned and pressed a swift kiss to her lips before his lips moved away, ghosting butterfly-light over her neck. He was careful not to nip or tease the skin as he knew that marks on her skin would not bode well for the following morning.

When his mouth reached her collarbone, she tilted her head back and a soft gasp passed through her lips. He took pause here, his mind still going a million miles a minute, but when she reached up with her own hands and slid the straps of her nightgown down her arms, leaving the rest to follow and bare her breasts, Emmett forced himself to stop questioning.

Emmett had never considered himself a gentle man – of course, he was a gentleman, but the two were entirely different – so he even surprised himself with the tenderness he showed when trailing languid, unrushed, open-mouth kisses down the middle of her chest.   Alicia’s breasts were small, that was no secret, but Emmett found that he didn’t mind at all. Something about her slim, delicate frame was wholly appealing to him in a way he had never thought of before.

Emmett hadn’t noticed the quiet until it was no longer there where he carefully let his tongue run across the pebbled flesh at the peak of one breast.   Alicia’s soft gasp punctuated the movement of her fingers, sifting through his hair, along with the arch of her back, rising slightly off the bed. Emmett almost smiled at this, actually pleased that she was pleased.

His hand absentmindedly trailed up the smooth porcelain skin of her thigh until it came to rest at the elastic of her underwear. Emmett took pause again, looking up at   Alicia’s face, seeing the flush of her cheeks and her hooded eyes. It was clear she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Still, he raised his eyebrows as means of a question and only after her subtle nod and a slight tug of his hair did he permit himself to begin pulling her panties down and finally, off.

He then hiked up the hem of her nightgown, just that little bit further so that all of the fabric lay bunched between the bottom of her breasts and her hips. And as he took in this sight, he thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Emmett knew that some men – most men, he’d even venture – would think that   Alicia simply couldn’t be very beautiful because her figure was “boyish” or “unfeminine” but Emmett didn’t see that at all. He wasn’t even sure if it was entirely her body that he found appealing in that moment. Yes, obviously his physical attraction to her was evident but as he looked down at her, all of her, he couldn’t help but think it was mostly the spark in her eye that spoke of the quick intelligence that dwelled within her coupled with the modest flush of her cheeks and the determined grip in his hair that had him feeling this way, more than it was the fact that he could see her naked womanly assets.

As Emmett looked down at her, another thought occurred to him. Little as he knew about   Alicia’s love life, he had to assume this was the first time she’d ever been so intimate with another person. And as much as Emmett wanted her, as much as he was aching to be buried in that wet heat, he couldn’t find it within himself to allow   Alicia´s virginity to be whisked away in a situation such as this. He wouldn’t feel right. It would sit sourly in the pit of his stomach.

So instead, he shuffled downward and trailed soft kisses up the inside of one of her thighs. He could hear a soft noise from her above him and by the sound of it, he assumed it was only due to surprise, not apprehension. He gently eased her thighs slightly further apart and settled himself in between.