Emily walked through the door after getting dressed out of the male clothes, Lavinia came up to her "where have you been?" Lavinia asked "out"

"Yeah but where? There was a man from the college here talking with dad" Lavinia started walking around Emily as she talked "they said your name a lot"

"What did they say?"

"Something about trousers and mustaches and Hats" Lavinia replied "I don't know, it all sounded super hot"

"Emily!" Her father yelled from his office, Emily knew she was in deep trouble, of course this is the risk that happens when you do things you aren't allowed too.

Emily walked into her father's study "in" he said Emily walked in a sat down on one of the seats "Did I or did I not expressly forbid you from going to that lecture?" He asked extremely angry. Emily stated silent. "Answer me!" He ordered

"Dad i--" Emily was cut off before she could ever form a sentence "Emily! This behaviour is unacceptable." Mr Dickinson spoke strictly as he placed his hands on his knees to look her in the eyes. "When I agreed to hire a maid, it was so you could do a bit of scribbling up in your room, and not so you could go..... gallivanting around the town of Amherst dressed as a man, making a mockery of me and everything I stand for. What'll people say?" He said walking around pointing at her room and making a scribbling action to make a point. Emily shut her eyes to try and not listen.

"What will they think of us?" Us. Us! They already think I'm a freak, if anything having me has already damage your reputation. That is all you care about the great Dickinson name, and how it can't be dragged across the mud, Emily thought.

"Your mother is quite unhappy with this new arrangement, and if I told her to fire Maggie....." Mr Dickinson scoffed "..... She would do it at the drop of a hat. Is that what you want?" Emily shook her head no "well, then you need to cut out these sort of antics." Emily looked at him as he walked to his desk and got a copy of his essay from the table "here. Here, is a copy of my essay. I suggest to you re-familiarise yourself with its contents. You take it." He said holding out the paper out to her for her to take.

"Dad, I remember the essay" she said

"Well not well enough. Take it" he said rasing his voice. Emily looked from him to the paper, she took it and looked at what was written.

When she was finally able to go upstairs to her room, as scrunched the paper into a ball and threw it to the ground. She then realised she could use the back to write on, she picked it up and un-scrunched it. She sat down at her desk, she flattened it and took her pencil and sharpening rock. She looked out the window and then down at her paper.

'I have never seen 'Volcanoes'- a knock on the door interrupted her writing "yes" she said. Her mother opened the door and then sat in her bed with out saying a word to her daughter "mum, I was sitting in a lecture hall. I wasn't hurting anyone."

"Emily you need to apologise"

Emily looked at her mother in disbelief "apologies?, Why should I have to apologise? All I wanted was to just---" she got cut off again. "Right, well, that is just it, Emily You only think about what you want. But in this house, what matters is what your father wants. Look around, everything in this room, that bed, that desk you're sitting at, that pencil you're holding....he provided for you." Mrs Dickinson spoke pointing the objects as she listed them.

"Your father has worked very hard to give us a good life, Emily. So it's my job to keep him happy, and as long as you like under this roof, it is your job too." Mrs Dickinson said sternly

"Mum, if you're mad about the maid, just say so." Emily said

"No, Emily. Because, unlike you, I am not in the habit of constantly expressing myself." Mrs Dickinson spoke she turned around and walked out.

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It was later at night when Emily walked down to the kitchen, Maggie had finished wiping down the tables, she jumped at the sight of Emily standing by the stairs. "Oh, miss Emily you frightened me" she said placing her hand over her heart.

"Can you teach me how to make bread?" She asked Maggie looked hesitate as she had just clean the kitchen "please?" Emily took a few steps "Maggie it's very important" she said Maggie put her cloth down "alright then" Maggie vent down to grab a rolling pin from the draws. "Roll up your sleeves" she pasted the rolling pin over to Emily.

The two collect the ingredients that would need "so you want to scoop out one cup." Emily took the measuring cup from Maggie and scooped out a lot of flour, Maggie scrapped some of it off to make it level with the back of the knife.

Emily mixed the dough with other ingredients, in a bowl, she then needed it with her hands. She then rolled it with a rolling pin. When Emily has shaped it and then put it in the oven, her and Maggie signed in relief. Y/n walked upstairs and into Emily's room wondering where she was.

Once the bread had risen, Emily quickly placed it on the table. she waited for it to cool, then cut it into pieces, she carried it to her father's study. Emily opened the door and slowly put the plate on his table. She smiled ready for him to be proud of her. But he just looked at it then went onto doing his paper work. Emily's face fell and she slowly walked out and shut the door behind her.

She leaned against the wall, in thought. Emily soon walked up to her room and opened the door, Y/n sat at her desk holding a paper and her pencil.

Soon Emily and Y/n went into bed, after getting out of their dresses and into their white nightgowns. Emily laid on her back and Y/n traced her collarbone in a circle. Their legs untangled with one another. Their hands holding each other's as Y/n was curled up into Emily's side. Emily felt at peace, she was happy right now, she was happy being with Y/n and just to relax, she was happy she could finally think.

"You know I'm going to miss sleeping in your bed, right" Y/n said looking at Emily, she turned her head to look into her Y/C/E eyes. "Yeah I know, songbird" Emily whispered. Y/n rested her head on Emily's shoulder "what are you thinking about? I can practically hear your thoughts" Y/n said.

"I just can't stop thinking about Pompeii.... A whole city covered in ash.......frozen in time......that's how I feel sometimes.....like I'm frozen....like I'm......trapped...." Emily explained. Y/n traced circles on her shoulder. Y/n slowly sat up and drawing Emily's attention. Y/n traced along her shoulders and collarbone. "I think I know what a volcano feels like" Y/n whispered. "You do?" Emily asked "yeah" Y/n replied "Show me" Y/n looked at her for a second to see if she was serious, She was, Emily had never been more serious in her life, she want to know, she need to know. She wanted Y/n, She need her.

Emily guided Y/n's hand down her nightdress, Y/n disconnects their hands and Y/n guided her hands down her legs and slowly moved her hand up to her thigh and moving the poets nightgown up. Emily breathing starts to go heavy as she looks at the ceiling, Emily's heart beat picked up speed, her pupils dilated. Y/n's other hand moved across Emily's thighs. She moans in pleasure and bites her lips so she doesn't make as much noise, Emily throws her head back on the pillow letting out a string of moans, a little ball curled in a stomach as the warmth spread through her, as the pool intensified as Y/n's fingers curl inside of the brown haired girl. Emily's eyes rolled back as she arched her back. Y/n was heavenly Emily thought, She loved this feeling and would gladly feel it again. Her hole clenched around Y/n's fingers as her breathing shifted, when Y/n pulled out Emily winned at the loss contact. Her breathing going back to normal but the feeling that spread through her body took a while to settle. So did the throbbing. Y/n moves her hands back and lays down beside Emily. Emily turns her head towards her lover "Y/n" she whispered.

"Yeah" Y/n whispers back, Y/n looks up at Emily, Emily leans down and presses a kiss against Y/n lips. "I love you" She mumbles against the girls soft lips, Y/n hums. "I love you too" Y/n replied slowly pulling away. Emily kissed her head as Y/n placed her head on the poet's shoulder, she runs her hand along her collar bone.

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