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“This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU

A/N: Lenfaz gave me this prompt, and I had a lot of fun writing it, so thank you! I decided (based on my own fantasies) that Emma’s comfort food should be chocolate ice cream.

Emma was having a bad night. Heck, she was having a bad week, and tonight’s misfortunes were just the cherry on top of the shit sundae.

Stomping through the grocery store towards the frozen foods section, she could hear the click of her heels echoing throughout the mostly empty store, contrasting sharply with the low murmur of light rock music playing. She didn’t usually find a need to grocery shop this late at night, but the only thing she wanted right now was a pint of her favorite ice cream and a bottle of wine.

It was the best remedy for a particularly rough night on the job. Her perp had not only spilled his drink on her dress - her favorite sexy red one - she had slipped on said drink as she tried to go after him and taken a nasty fall in the middle of the restaurant. Needless to say, he managed to get away, a fact that was still gnawing at her insides.

Rounding the corner of the freezer cases, she saw someone’s ass sticking out of one of the open doors. And what a shapely ass it was too, she couldn’t help but notice. He was wearing tight black jeans which curved over it, high and tight, before clinging to an equally impressive set of muscular thighs.

Smirking to herself, Emma looked down at her phone which had just chimed with a text message.  It was Ruby, responding to her earlier text about what a shit night she was having. She wanted to know if Emma was going to join up with her at the bar. Not likely. Although the promise of alcohol was tempting, she was in no mood to make small talk, not even with her friends.

Peering through the glass doors, she searched for the ice cream section, moving slowly down the aisle while she began typing out a reply on her phone. Before she knew it, she found herself standing right next to Mr. Sweetcheeks, who also happened to be shopping for ice cream at 11:30 p.m. on a Friday night.

She had just hit the send button when he stood up, revealing one of the most attractive faces she’d ever seen - dark hair and eyebrows framed sky-blue eyes, and his cut jaw was covered in the right amount of stubble. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a navy blue shirt, and damn if he didn’t look like he walked right out of a menswear catalogue (if they made catalogues with incredibly hot men with just a hint of danger in their eyes).

“Sorry, love, am I in your way?”

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