when long lashes , dampened with almost forgotten tears , flutter open and forest hues hesitantly search the woman’s ones , she’s scared to see what swirls within them . will emma find anger ? maybe . disappointment caused by the selfishness of the blonde’s behavior ? definitely .
instead , she finds those eyes , oh so soft , looking at her with everything emma has always wished for but never considered herself to be worth of ( nor did the people who crossed her way and then decided to leave , leave and leave ) . and still , the blonde can’t help but think that she doesn’t deserve this ; doesn’t deserve to be loved by such a beautiful soul .
❝ only an idiot wouldn’t be . but you know what they say ; people do crazy things for love . ❞ and god knows she would do it again if caroline asked her to ; without a single regret to settle on her heart and make heavy . she wouldn’t think of the consequences , the results such actions may throw their way , if it meant bringing justice to this family and the woman who had been robbed of everything she’s ever had and loved . ❝ you’re everything to me , you know that , right ? ❞ she doesn’t think , only focuses on how there might be no tomorrow and that she’s not gonna waste any more time holding back . gentle fingers settle against the older woman’s waist again , eyes never leaving each other , as emma pulls her closer to peck those lips —— slow and careful at first , before pressing harder with more desperation . ❝ i love you too . ❞
emma’s back still pressed against the hardwood wall, caroline wrapped her fingers around an equally pallid wrist and held it in place. breathing, and deeply so, free for the first time in what seemed like forever —- free to kiss and love and live the rest of her days by this woman’s side. free knowing that he was gone, that her plan to commit murder had worked. goodness knew she once had her doubts it would.
unable to hold herself back any longer, brows furrowed and a pink mouth parting just enough to capture each one of the woman’s words and savor them, caroline met her kiss with equal need. lips moving, noses pressed against one another as she closed the gap still left between their chests. heart against heart, and hers leaped with the same force it had once wept for the loss of her loved ones.
placing her hand at the small of emma’s back, the blonde turned them around so it was her, trembling knees and soaked cheeks, the one whose back came into contact with the wall. trapped between her love and the luxury train that had witnessed their act of revenge, caroline reached for emma’s skirt and hiked it up her thighs, fingers tracing every bit of the smooth, porcelain skin that resided there.