[It's the first time he says it aloud in this life and it feels both new to his lips and yet crashingly familiar; he's said it so many times before, ushered out in a soft exhale like this one, noses nudged and foreheads resting together. Emmet has always taken pride in how well he can conduct himself when he needs to - how he can be responsible and depended on. It's true, at least for the group of them but when it comes to outsiders, somehow he seems to fall short when tempted like this. When tempted by Sylvie. He ran away from his responsibilities in his first life and again and again he does it in these lives they live, that they're born into - the second he catches the scent of the others. He's run away from lives, from lovers, from so much and he would feel more guilty if he didn't just feel so complete like this.
He breathes in deep, kneading his hand against Sylvain's thigh as he leans into him again. He kisses his cheekbone, his temple, and then rests his chin against the crown of his head. He's trying to hold out but the way he's holding Sylvain is clear he won't get far. He'll crumble, dissolve into love and affection, but fuck. He should be better at this by now.]
I'm not letting you sleep your way up to a good grade. Just so we're clear.
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[It's the first time he says it aloud in this life and it feels both new to his lips and yet crashingly familiar; he's said it so many times before, ushered out in a soft exhale like this one, noses nudged and foreheads resting together. Emmet has always taken pride in how well he can conduct himself when he needs to - how he can be responsible and depended on. It's true, at least for the group of them but when it comes to outsiders, somehow he seems to fall short when tempted like this. When tempted by Sylvie. He ran away from his responsibilities in his first life and again and again he does it in these lives they live, that they're born into - the second he catches the scent of the others. He's run away from lives, from lovers, from so much and he would feel more guilty if he didn't just feel so complete like this.
He breathes in deep, kneading his hand against Sylvain's thigh as he leans into him again. He kisses his cheekbone, his temple, and then rests his chin against the crown of his head. He's trying to hold out but the way he's holding Sylvain is clear he won't get far. He'll crumble, dissolve into love and affection, but fuck. He should be better at this by now.]
I'm not letting you sleep your way up to a good grade. Just so we're clear.