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Her accusations are thrown back in her face, muted, irrelevant. Emma had gotten angry, said things she didn't really mean or want to say. Her own frustration had continued to build up, the exhaustion that tugs at the bags under her eyes growing heavier day by day.[break][break]

They both knew that this wasn't okay, that hiding away on this island wasn't healthy, wasn't safe, wasn't good for them.[break][break]

"It meant everything, Frey. You were the first domino to set everything else in motion. Yes, you got hurt, yes, someone else took over. But that doesn't fucking matter. What matters is that you're alive and you're too afraid to admit it. You've decided you're stuck here to wallow in your own self-pity when you and I both know you're stronger than that. You always have been."[break][break]

She flinches, hard, as if she'd ben slapped. No, she hadn't been there. She had been god knows where doing god knows what, not being useful to anyone or anything. She had almost let Freya die in a hospital bed because she was too damn selfish to protect the only thing she loved.[break][break]

"I know. I know I wasn't there."

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Freya's voice breaks along with her strength. Emma's heart falters, missing a beat, pulsing uncomfortably as the only person she loves, the only person she cares about sinks to the floor. She's broken and yet Emma can't fix her, can't help her pick up the pieces and bring her back to her feet. She's helpless and scared and it horrifies her. Emma is angry, but not at Freya. She's angry with herself.[break][break]

And it's because of that that she gives up her hate, gives up her negativity and her accusations to rush to Freya's side, to pull the woman's palms from her eyes, to hold them tightly in her own hands, to pull her into her arms and be silent.[break][break]

"When you try again, Frey, I'll be there this time. I won't let you down again, I won't abandon you. I won't leave you behind. I am yours, Freya Morningstar, forever and always."[break][break]

Her cheek presses firmly against the other woman's head, breathing deeply.

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Freya is pulling away and at first, Emma is afraid. Fear is an emotion the woman is unfamiliar with, a tricky prick of uncertainty, of anguish, of impossible confusion. She can't fathom feeling so weak, and yet as the woman pulls away from her hold, her desperate need to apologize, she's genuinely afraid. Afraid she's losing her, losing hold of the one thing she's certain of, the one person she needs.[break][break]

But then Freya is holding her cheek, sliding up into her hair, holding her so tightly, with such ferocity, such passion. Emma is surprised, overwhelmed, overtaken by this emotion. She's lonely, she's been waiting, she's been letting Freya recover. [break][break]

Her lips find hers, her teeth catching her bottom lip as she kisses her. It's intense, it hurts, but it's good.[break][break]

Emma doesn't pull away, she instead finds her hand pressing against Freya's lower back, pressing her harder against her frame while her other hand cradles the back of her head, a mess in her dark hair. Freya's pleading fingers are left to explore and grow desperate because Emma isn't pulling away. She doesn't even say a word, she just exists in the moment.

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As Freya takes in a breath, however brief, Emma does as well. She is whatever Freya needs her to be, she is melting into the woman's arms, pouring her passion and her desperation into their kisses. They part and she leans her neck back, her heart is heavy and beating fast as lips press deeply into the softness of her neck, trailing warmth.[break][break]

Fingers peel back her shirt, gracing skin, pulling, pushing, pleading. [break][break]

She can hear her whispering, she can feel the kisses tell a story, a promise, a vow, but she's too loud, the pounding in her chest, the blood coursing through her veins is so powerful and intoxicating that she can't breathe let alone understand.[break][break]

Instead, she seeks out her hunger, pulling Freya back up and against her. She's too far away, she's not close enough. [break][break]

"I am yours, Freya. Always."[break][break]

She gasps between her words, her normally pale cheeks flushed with heat as she finds Freya's lips once again, her teeth biting - hard - against her bottom lip.

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Hades has already disappeared as well as any of Emma's other beasts. They've more important things to do and have a respect for the two women's personal space.[break][break]

It's just the two of them underneath the starry sky and it feels right.[break][break]

Their breath comes hot and fast as they come to a pause to speak intensely to one another. Emma's eyes are blazing with passion, with desire, but she's holding Freya so tightly and listening so intently because anything she says matters.[break][break]

The woman's legs are wrapped around her waist and their noses brush. She shifts her weight as Freya takes her hand, her eyes searching her face. Emma is following her guidance, tearing her eyes from the woman's face to stare at her hand pressed against her chest, feeling her heartbeat.[break][break]

"You are the reason I am alive, Freya Morningstar."[break][break]

She breaths hard as she takes a moment to watch the beautiful woman in her arms, to truly appreciate how crazy this was, how two people so vastly different had managed to fall so fucking hard in love.

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Emma's skin trembles, shivers as cold fingers retrace steps taken so long ago. They brush over scars on their path but yet their urgency does not fade. Her voice is silenced as Freya's lips hunger for hers. They are still the same, the two of them. They have grown and changed but they remember.[break][break]

She is laid down and she kisses back fervently, her teeth grazing Frey's lips, her tongue gently exploring, begging for sweeter, deeper kisses. [break][break]

But then they part as her lips travel down her cheek to her neck, sucking as she grows hotter and heavier, wanting more, needing more. And Emma complies, she is whatever Freya needs her to be. [break][break]

As the woman's teeth graze her collarbone, Emma gasps quietly before her hands bury themselves in her hair, pulling her back up to her face as she deepens their touch. Her fingers brush skin as she searches under her sweater, lifting it gently as her eyes observe her, her heart beating heavily.