🌶️🔥spicy kissy scene 🔥🌶️

The next days were very hard for Emily. Now that there were other people involved, now that there was a case trying to remove her from the situation, now that she was in temporary custody, now that Sam Isaac was trying to get Jorge permanent custody, and now that the school was involved, there was all kinds of meetings. Emily hated all of it. She sat with her head down, her voice quiet and shaky, her hands cold numb and shaking. She had to repeat everything over and over.

Emily heard from a few people that the next day was full of wild stories. A mass school wide assembly was called, Director Janson and the cops went over the ramifications of this type of thing.

"I've seen the Director mad...but this was kinds scary. I'm not sure if it was 'cause his school is now under the watch of cops and lawyers, or if he actually cares.. but either way, he was terrifying." Sonya said.

She had come over, the next day. She was sitting on Emily's desk chair, Minho was sitting on the bed, Emily had laid her head in his lap.

"They also pulled a few different kids into Ratman's office, Mr. Isaac, the cops and Ratman to question them." Minho added.

"Yeah, that kid who said you were needed in the office...he apparently turned himself in. He broke down crying, claiming he knew nothing other than someone asked if would do it. He couldn't figure out who it was. Said it was a male, he was approached in the library, and asked through the bookshelves. He was given fifty bucks!" Sonya continued the story.

"Ben, Teresa and Brenda and that kid who Clint punched, were all called into the office. Pretty much anyone who has been a pain in the ass." Minho said, he had his hand buried in her hair.

She didn't go to school for the rest of the week. Her concussion wasn't bad but it made her tired and dizzy. Her friends would gather her homework and Minho would bring it home. She would slowly work through it during the day, in between naps. It felt strange having someone home with her while she recovered, Mama Lee took the week off to take care of her. Emily tried to protest, but both Mama and Papa Lee put their foot down.

"Emily, you are as good as a daughter, it is the same thing we would have done for our son. Now You do not call us Mama and Papa Lee for nothing." Mr. Lee said firmly.

"We wan to take care of you."

Minho would come home from school and practice shower and then just hold Emily. He would do his homework on his bed, with Emily laying her head in his lap. On the suggestion and the insistence of Jorge, a therapist was hired for Emily. The first few sessions would be at the Lee's house and then move to her office.

Emily was very nervous and quiet the first meeting. She kept her head down and eyes averted. Dr Crawford was nice enough. But Emily hated talking about her past. But she did it for Jorge, and she knew deep down she needed this. It was the evening before she was going back to school. She needed to get better, not just physically. When the front door opened, and Minho came in from practice Emily's head picked up and she had light in her eyes again. The first small smile on her face since the session started.

"Hey baby!" He said brightly, his signature smirk on his face.

"Hi. How was practice?"

"Great! Sorry for interrupting, I'll go shower. And I'll tell ya all about it!"

"No problem at all." Dr Crawford smiled at him, "That was the first genuine smile I have seen."

Minho smirked even more and winked at Emily. He left to shower and Dr Crawford finished their session. Emily felt exhausted, who knew therapy could be so emotionally draining. She picked herself up from the kitchen table and pushed Minho's bedroom door open, he was in the bathroom in the shower. She climbed into his bed, burying her face into his pillow, it smelt like him and it helped her fried nerves. She was just dozing off when the bathroom door opened, revealing a shirtless Minho in a pair of sweatpants. Even in Emily's half sleepy state, her face went bright red.

"Sorry." She mumbled, hiding her face in the pillow.

"Nope," he said with amusement in his voice, as he popped the p, "I like this kind of surprise. A hot girl in my hoodie, snuggled in my bed? Shuck yeah!"

Emily peeked her face to see him. The bruise on her face was hidden by the pillow still. She gave him a small shy smile. He sauntered over to the bed and flopped onto it, laying on his stomach , only a few inches from her face. He gently tucked some hair behind her ear. His dark eyes just gauzing into hers. Emily's stomach flip flopped. His smirk slowly slid into one of care and concern, into a serious face.

"So? How'd it go?"

"Exhausting. I feel so drained."

He shifted so he was even closer, his nose just about touching her. "How can I help fill you back up?"

"I dunno. I tend to shut people out, I don't know how to ask for help, Min. It's been just me, I've had to rely on myself for so long..."

"Shuck no. There will be no shutting me out, you push me away, shut me out, I'm busting those walls down and Imma grab you and pinning you to the wall. We do this together. You mean to much to me."

His thumb was slowly running back and forth on her cheek, by her ear. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. His thump slowly moved across her skin gently, to her lips. He gently caressed her lips. Her heart rate spiked and she sucked in a sharp breath. A lazy smirk appeared on his face again.

"...Minho..." She breathed.

"Yeah baby?"

"Can you kiss me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." He whispered against her lips.

He pressed his lips to hers, she felt that wild heat in her chest. It was wild and calm, explosive and safe all at the same time. She almost sighed into it.

She hadn't kissed him all week. He had kissed her forehead or temple, the top of her head, but she had shut down for most of the week, yes he held her, snuggled he played with her hair, but she hadn't let him kiss her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered pulling away a bit.

"For what?" He asked confused, his large hand resting on the side of her face.

"For shutting you out. For not kissing you for not-"

He interrupted her apology with a kiss. He pulled away again.

"No more apologies, you have done thing wrong. You have been through hell alone. You were recovering, you did nothing wrong. I told you at the beginning of this relationship, that I wasn't going to push you. If you don't want to 'cause you're struggling and trying to cope that's okay. I'm a big boy. This isn't about me, this is your healing journey."

"Minho.."

Jer voice wasn't working very well. After all the crap she had been through, after everything that happened since she moved to this area, it had been three months, it felt like a whole lot longer...but she felt something in her and it had nothing to do with Minho kissing her or his hands tangled in her hair, she felt a warm feeling inside. She felt truly free and safe, she willingly gave her broken heart to this young man. And she finally had the words to express what she was feeling. She was finally able to realize what it was. She hadn't said it since her dad died. And that was a long long time ago.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, his dark eyes flicking back and forth between her eyes.

"Minho...I think..I think I love you."

She was terrified to say it. But Dr Crawford had encouraged her to try and name the emotions she was feeling. A smile spread across his face. His eyes lit up, he propped himself up onto his elbow. His other hand slid from her cheek into her hair to the back of her head. He scooted closer, while Emily rolled slightly onto her back. He kissed her nose, then ran his nose along hers.

"Emily Victoria Fitz." He said quietly, he now held her face in both of his hands, still propped on his elbow.

"I think I love you too."

A smile crept across her still bruised face. She ran her hands into his hair, and held the back of his head and neck. She pulled him closer and kissed him. Her eyes fluttering closed. This kiss was slow and gentle, his hands holding her face or in her hair, he leaned his forehead on hers. She sighed into their kiss. His one hand slowly sliding to hold her jaw. Only breaking their kiss to breath. Emily pulled him closer, wanting more. She had a small fire in her chest, her limbs were warm and tingling. He slowly pulled away only to kiss her jaw line while his hand slid to her shoulder and then down to her waist.

He was cautious and gentle. Emily kept her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation his lips left on her skin. He left a trail of burning electity. He kissed her neck, just under her ear. Emily gasped and her hands clenched. It was a whole new level of sensations. Her stomach was on a wild rollercoaster and it wasn't butterflies anymore, it felt like a zoo. She felt him smirk into her neck.

"Shuck...what did you do?" Her voice was raspy and breathy and quiet, she could hardly get the words out, they were stuck in her throat.

"I just did this..." He whispered against her neck, and kissed her in the same spot. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. Her eyes just about rolled into her head and a whimper escaped from her.

"Is that a good whimper? Or a I need to stop whimper..." He asked, his breath tickled her neck.

"No...I'm...I dounno...but no don't stop!"

"You're sure?"

"Yeah." She squeaked.

He pulled away to look her in the eye, she slid her hands to his jaw. His dark ones flicked back and forth between her eyes.

"You're 100% sure."

She nodded. "Never felt that before. I don't even have words to describe it..."

"Throw some words out. I'll put it together."

"Wholly shuck." She whispered. "I want you to do it again. Always. Hot and tingly...shivery and I can't breathe. My heart speeds up... And I can't talk."

"Good things." He smirked, gently brushing his lips on hers.

"Oh, yeah." She whispered against his lips.

"Good. I'm helping fill you back up?"

"Shuck...keep doing that and Imma over flow."

"Hmm, maybe we could use some extra."

"Probably."

Minho kissed back down her jaw to her neck. This time he was slow and deliberate. She felt his lips and then his tongue swirling on her tender skin.

Emily's word behind her eyes exploded in all kinds of colours. There was nothing else her brain could focus on. The same whimpering gasp escaped her. One hand was still tangled in his damp hair her other hand was on his back, her fingers digging in. When she slid her hand down his back her nails dragged, not sharp or hard, but it was Minho's turn to clamp his hand on her hip and suck in a sharp breath.

Minho shifted again, so he was on top of her. He went back to her lips, but this time he wasn't soft or slow. He was still gentle, but it was deep and hungry. She let his tongue explore her mouth, while her hands slid all over his bare back and shoulders and chest. Feeling every muscle that was tensed and shuddering under her touch. It might have been the thick hoodie and sweats she was wearing, and still wrapped up under a blanket, or it was Minho, but Emily felt hot and feverish. Emily dragged her nails down his back again and he groaned into their deep kiss.

His hand had slipped just a bit under the hem of her shirt, this thumb brushed back and forth on her skin. Emily couldn't breath, her body felt like it was over heating and going to combust. Her brain couldn't work anymore.

The front door opened and slammed closed.
Minho ripped himself away. They were both panting, their chests rising and falling. Emily couldn't catch her breath. She still felt that wild burning fire. She instantly missed his weight on her and his lips on hers. She lay on his bed, still tangled in the blankets in a complete daze, her eyes wouldn't open. She vaugely heard Mama and Papa Lee's voices. Minho was sitting at the edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees, head in his hands, trying to catch his breath and get himself under control.

"Emmy...you okay?" He asked, looking around at her, his voice was gravely and horse.

Emily's mouth formed a big smile and she slowly looked around at him, and her eyes finally fluttered open. His eyes were still dark, and slightly needy, but he was looking at her in concern.

"I think you filled that emptiness inside my heart...I may have overflowed."

His concern melted into a roughish smirk.
"Anything for my Princess."

Emily's face heated up in a blush.

Emily climbed into bed after super and some studying, making sure she was ready and double and triple checking her homework and bag. She was getting more anxious the more she checked her bag. She gave up and went to stand in the shower. The heat helped her relax her muscles. She pulled her pajamas on and climbed into bed. She lay still for a long time. But her mind wouldn't stop. She rolled over a few times. Trying to get comfortable. Throwing the blanket off, she was too cold, but she felt too hot with it on.

Her worry about going back to school was getting worse. She was feeling that twisting in her stomas and tightness in her chest. She grabbed her phone off the bedside table.

I can't sleep. Feeling anxious.

She lay her phone down on her chest pressing her heels if her hands into her eyes. Trying hard to do her deep breathing. But she could feel the prickle of tears and her throat felt tight. Her phone buzzed.

Then come sleep with me.

She didn't even think twice. She threw the blanket away and crept down the hall to Minho's room. She opened the door. He pulled the blanket back and opened his arms. Emily climbed into bed and laid her head on his chest. One hand around her and the other buried in her hair.

"Just breath." He said quietly. His voice thick with sleep. "Listen to my heart and breathing."

It took her a while, but she did fall asleep. And she slept all night.