Teach Me

Chapter 6

*Authors Note - the next few chapters will be progressing the story, meaning there won't be any smut. I know it is very sad :(*

You wake up when you feel Emily shifting next to you. Groggily you open your eyes, to see her getting out of bed, and heading over to get dressed. Stretching out, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Emily says when she notices you are awake. "I thought you were going to sleep the day away."

"What are you talking about," you ask, as you reach over and grab your phone to check the time. "You just got up too."

"I have actually been awake for a while," she says with a laugh.

"So you were just laying in bed watching me sleep?" you question as you cross your arms over your chest. "That's a little creepy Em."

Emily laughs harder as she grabs an outfit out of her closet.

"I was laying in bed because somebody had their arms wrapped around me like a koala," she says as she turns back around to you.

"So I'm a cuddler, sue me," you say with a shrug. She shakes her head at you, before hurling the outfit she had just grabbed out of the closet in your direction.

"Here," she says. Your brain is still half asleep so you don't catch the clothes, instead, they land in your lap. As you pick them up, you can't help but imagine how wonderfully the blouse she just threw you looks when she wears it. You push yourself out of bed, grab your bra from where you had left it the night before, and start to get dressed as well.

"If I keep showing up to work in your clothes the team will start to suspect things," you say as you pull the pants up your legs, but Emily just rolls her eyes.

"No, they won't."

"Maybe I should start keeping some clothes over here," you say with a smirk and a light laugh, but Emily freezes. Usually, she would laugh and joke along with you, but you can tell that something is off.

"I was actually thinking about that," she says. You try to search her face to see what caused her sudden change in mood but her eyes are glued to the floor.

"About me having extra clothes?" you question as you take a few steps closer to her.

"No," she says as she finally looks up. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "About this, about us."

"Oh," you say in surprise.

"It's just that, you already have all of the basics down, I'm just not sure what else I could teach you. So we can stop if you want," she says.

"Oh," you repeat, as your hands drop down by your sides, completely abandoning their job of buttoning up your shirt.

"I just, don't want you to feel like we have to keep doing this if you don't want to" she continues, her voice dropping as she nervously picks at her nails.

"Well, what if I want to?" you ask, your words barely above a whisper. You wouldn't even be sure that she had heard you if you hadn't heard her breath catch in her throat. But her silence fills you with fear and worry.

Of course, she didn't feel the same, why would she, you think to yourself. This was her way of letting you down gently, she was giving you a chance to leave before she had to do it herself.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I shouldn't have said that." You start to walk away but before you can Emily steps forward and reaches out to you, grabbing your hand in hers. As you turn back around to her, you realize how close the two of you are standing.