icecoldfrost | 33 Apocalpyse Avenue, Tuesday.

Emma was packing.

Well, no, that was a lie. Emma had attempted to pack. Emma had her suitcases open on the bed in her room and stuff flung everywhere. There was a trail of things she'd dropped all over the hallway, from where she'd rescued them from Jack's room or the room they shared, or the kitchen, or-- but she just didn't understand how so many of her things from New York had ended up here, or how much she'd had here in the first place, or how she was supposed to get it all to fit back into two suitcases. No matter what she did, she couldn't make it fit, and it was driving her up the wall.

Which meant it was time for a break, before she started making lists and color-coding things, or ended up just donating everything but her favorites and going shopping to distract her from her own brain. Emma had grabbed her sword and headed out to the front yard, taking up a stance amongst the other residents of their address. Footwork drills without knocking anyone over, and then attacks to see how many she could 'kill' before they reappeared the next day.

It was rather soothing, actually, the way the damn things kept coming back. No matter how the residents of 33 Apocalpyse Avenue changed, the zombie gnomes stayed the same.

[OOC: Open house, open post!]

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"You mean it." It was small and bewildered, and more than slightly ~~broken~~ confused. "You actually mean it."

Emma didn't have the best history when it came to other people. Everyone left: her mother, her brother, Val, Rose, Alex, Triela, Sookie, Ino, Peter, Kerrigan... everyone who really mattered went away. That was just how the world worked, and she had half-expected Jack to eventually choose the Bump in the Night over her. She always had.

This? Emma didn't really know how to process this. "You actually mean it," she repeated, this time with dawning comprehension, and she wavered on her feet slightly. "You're serious."

Please give her a moment to compute, Jack. You just broke the telepath, and she's not sure if she's supposed to kiss you senseless or start laughing hysterically at herself or both.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't, darling," Jack told her. "I lie, but not to you. And not about something this enormous."

He leaned in, trying to comfort her with little caresses however he could. A broken telepath was a sad thing. "Look, if you need time to think --"

Emma let him steady her, shutting her eyes and breathing in to calm the thousand questions swirling about her brain. "You want to be engaged to be engaged," she said finally, managing a small smile. "And people say I'm the high maintenance one."

"You are," Jack informed her easily. "Which is why I'm not signing up to plan a wedding with you just yet. We should wait until we can have one that's worthy of us."

This time the giggles did get the best of Emma. "Is it possible for any wedding to ever be worthy of us?" she asked. "We could be forty and still waiting for the fabulous-ness to catch-up."

"You could hate me by the time we're fifty. You could hate me by the time we're thirty."

None of this was a no.

Emma finally opened her eyes and let go of his hands to drape her arms over his shoulders. "You're serious," she checked, yet again. "No gremlin bites, no concussions?"

Though Jack might have a hard time answering verbally, as Emma had finally decided on the 'kiss him senseless right there in the front yard' route.

Edited 2015-08-19 02:32 (UTC)

Jack wasgoing to inform her that he was not influenced by gremlin bites, concussions, or drugs or alcohol, and had slept eight hours and eaten a balanced breakfast ... but he couldn't, because she was kissing him and he was kissing her back.

That was better than banter.

The first time he'd confessed his love for her, he'd had a gremlin-induced concussion. He could hardly blame her for asking.

But kissing was much better than banter, at least in this instance. Emma was also rather sure it made a much more emphatic 'yes.'

"You're insane," she managed once they finally had to break for air. "I need to think about the how? And when? But--" Another kiss, in place of a verbal 'yes.'

"We should go inside. Now."

Jack blinked, befuddled by her ability to kiss the words right out of him after all these years.

"We should," he said, swallowing hard to clear his throat. "We don't need to give the gnomes and the neighbors a show."

He squeezed her hand. "Besides, we have a few things to talk about now."

Emma rolled her eyes as she - reluctantly - let go of him long enough to retrieve her sword from the ground. "We can talk later," she told him, standing up and brushing the dirt off her poor baby. That had been no way to treat her sword, but Emma was rather sure she'd had a good reason for her shock. "I'm not leaving until Wednesday, and right now I need some private time with you."

Even if it was just to curl up and fall asleep from the mental exhaustion of the roller-coaster she'd just been on. More kissing was preferred, but quiet time would also be acceptable.

"Then we can have all the private time you need," Jack promised. "Actually, a est and a cuddle sounds good to me too."

He was still readjusting. He'd more than half expected her to say no.

Edited 2015-08-19 17:10 (UTC)

If she'd had an inkling of what was coming, then she would have than half expected herself to say no out of self-preservation instinct. Jack had completely caught her off-guard, and thus achieved victory.

Emma was now going to be grumpy about staying out of his head, at least for today. ONE surprise was more than enough, thanks, she wanted warning if he got anymore bright ideas.

"I don't plan on getting out of bed for at least the next few hours," she said, giving him a little smirk. "I bet I can persuade you to stay there with me."

Totally Dirty.

Jack smirked right back at her. "I'm not sure," he teased. "Eric sent over a big manila envelope this morning. It looked important."

"Well, if you're asking me to unwrap Eric's package..." EMMA GRACE FROST. NO. BAD.

Jack sighed heavily. "I ask you to marry me, and five minutes later you're talking about another man's package?"

You brought it up, Jack.

"You brought it up," Emma pointed out helpfully. "I'm just trying to be accommodating now, before you remember how high maintenance I am."

Emma, we're pretty sure he knows.

"I'm perfectly happy to leave his package untouched, however, so long as you have something else to entertain me."

Edited 2015-08-20 02:48 (UTC)

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