Let Me Protect You Chapter 13/?
Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia
Word Count: 1,765
Warnings: Fluffy goodness
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Self-Harm
Summary: After Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans. Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma. Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain broken and alone forever?
Chris wanted to protect you. He wanted to protect you from everything. From the harm you do to yourself, from the emotions and feelings that overpower you. He actually wanted to protect you. It was as if those words were the magical words you needed to hear. All negative thoughts and feelings slipped away from you in that moment. It was just you and Chris, embraced in each other’s arms.
At this moment, you wanted nothing more than to call Chris yours. You wanted him for yourself, and only for you. You wanted to shower him with affection; with love. You only hoped he felt the same way, even though he’s already told you as much.
Fuck it, actions you speak louder than words, so you decided to take the plunge.
Looking at his lips, they were perfect. The perfect shape to kiss, to nibble on, to suckle. You wanted those lips on yours.
You glanced back up to his eyes, only to see he his were glanced down to your lips too. You waited, until he raised his eyes back to yours to speak.
“I want you to protect me Chris”, you say with happiness in your voice.
He puts forth a small smile, but it’s his eyes that really say it all; relief.
You slowly start leaning your head towards his, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.
Your lips finally reach his, and it’s as if fireworks are exploding in your chest. The kiss is pure emotion; not rushed or hurried, but soft and sensual.
Your hands roam his chest and grip onto his shirt for support, while his thread into your hair, pulling you even closer.
You both break away panting, trying to regain your breathing. Chris leans his forehead against yours as he asks, “does this make it official between us” with a laugh.
You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his words. “Yes Chris, it makes us official.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for another relationship so soon? I seriously don’t mind waiting until your ready Ems.”
“Chris, if you want to be here for me, then I’m not letting you do it as my friend. I need you to be more than that if you are willing to help me”, you say running your fingers through his beard, loving the way it feels on your fingers. “Plus, I’ve never felt so strongly for someone before and if I’m going to be getting help, I don’t want to have to suppress these feelings I have for you.”
He gives you a full faced smile, the kind that reaches all the way up to his eyes. He leans in to capture your lips with his again.
This kiss was different from your first. The first kiss you shared was sensual and soft, this kiss was all passion. Your lips were moving in synch with his; as if you two were matched for each other.
You felt him part his lips and took it as the perfect opportunity to grab his lower lip with your teeth and nibble lightly.
The noise that came from his throat sent a shiver down your spine, and you wanted to hear it again. Deciding to be a bit bold, you trace your tongue along his lower lip, asking for entrance.
Chris gladly accepts, but you immediately lose your dominance as his tongue starts to massage yours.
A moan came from deep within you, letting Chris know just how amazing this felt.
The kiss had started to grow increasingly intense and you were lost within it. One of his hands moved from your head and started trailing down your body until he cupped your ass. You broke apart the kiss with a groan, loving the feelings of his hands on you.
“Now this is the kind of distraction I could get used to”, you say with a sly smile as you lean in to peck him on the lips one more time.
“I told you I could help you”, Chris says giving you that boyish grin.
“Don’t get too cocky babe, not everything is going to be as easy as this.”
You playfully shove his chest, “you called me baby a few times!” you exclaim.
“I know I know. In all seriousness now, can I make a suggestion?”
“Depends” you answer him, your eyebrow quirking up.
“I don’t want you to be spending the night alone here with what happened yesterday. I want to stay here with you, at least until Eric comes back to town”.
You mull his idea over for a minute, trying to find any consequences, but come up short. It would be nice for him to be here with you, seeing as it probably wouldn’t be best for you to be left alone with your thoughts. But then you remembered, what about Dodge?
“Shit Chris! You need to get home to Dodger! When was the last time you let him out?? Fed him??” you ask, becoming frantic over the poor dog.
“Relax Ems! I dropped Dodger off at a buddy’s house two nights ago. I knew the photo shoot and interview would take all day. He’s being taken care of” he reassures you.
“Can Dodger come stay here too?” you ask as you bat your eyelashes, hoping it would work.
Chris gives you a slight chuckle, “of course he can come stay here too. Unless you want to stay at my place instead?”
“Your place? You would be alright with me staying there for a few weeks?”
“Baby of course I would! I wouldn’t have asked if I thought differently. Plus, my house is bigger than this guest house, so if you needed a little space or quiet time, there is plenty of room for you to do so.”
You give him an adoring face while reaching up to place your lips to his again. The warmth rushing over your body is everything you had ever hoped for, but never felt, until now. You hum in complete bliss as you break the kiss.
“I guess I will go pack a bag so we can head out.”
“I’ll be waiting for you right here.”
You grab the duffel bag from the back of your closet and make your way to your dresser. You grab a few bras, panties and socks and head back to the closet. You figured things were going to be casual so you stuck with packing t-shirts and jeans for the most part. You knew Chris had a pool as he mentioned it during one of your many talks last week, so you decided to pack your swimsuit also. If you needed anything else, it was only a five or ten minute car ride back here.
You head into the bathroom and grab your essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, hairbrush and makeup. You hardly ever wore makeup, but it was always nice to have it handy.
Before you head back out to the living room, you make your way to the cabinet and reach towards the back, grabbing your trusty razor. You hoped that you wouldn’t need it, but you knew it could help you in a pinch if needed. You got out a pair of jeans from the bottom of the duffel and hid the razor in the back pocket. Satisfied, you walk back to the living room to meet Chris.
“Ready to head out?” you ask as you make your way to the kitchen to grab your purse.
“All set. I’m having my friend drop Dodger off right now so we don’t have to make any stops,” he says as he takes your duffel from you.
After locking up the guest house, the both of you make your way towards Chris’ car out front, hand in hand. As you reach his car, he opens the passenger door for you.
“Your mother raised a true gentleman.”
Chris chuckles at your statement, “I’ll make sure to tell my mother that.”
You had been wondering how your relationship would work with Chris, with him being in the public eye and all. Hell, you’ve thought about it for the past week, practically ever since you met him. Relationships that were open to the public involving celebrities barely lasted, and you didn’t want that fate to be bestowed upon the two of you.
“So how does this all work?” you ask pointing your finger back and forth between you two. “How does this relationship work with you being in the public eye and all?”
“I’m kind of a private person when it comes to my personal relationships. And I would of course like to keep it that way, if you don’t mind?”
“No I don’t mind at all. I’m more worried about your status and losing fans more than anything.”
“What do you mean my status?” he asks a little bit confused.
“Well Eric brought it to my attention that they will probably find out who I am sooner or later, and they will probably be able to dig into my past and staying in a psychiatric ward and all. I just don’t want to tarnish your image is all” you state.
He leans his right arm over and gently caresses your knee as he begins to talk, “Ems, fuck what they think. I don’t care if I ever get a movie deal ever again. They are not my priority, you are.”
You couldn’t help the few lonely tears that escaped your eyes. But this was a different type of tear. These were happy tears.
“Thank you” you sniffle out.
“What for? Wait, baby don’t cry!”
“No!!! They’re happy tears. Nobody has ever made me feel important before. I’ve never experienced someone tell me I was a priority to them.”
Chris grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, giving it a kiss. “You are important Ems. I know you’re important to Eric. But fuck, you are so important to me. I’ve felt this need to protect you and be with you from the minute I saw you sleeping on your brothers’ couch. It was as if there was this magnetic pull that kept pulling me towards you.”
Chris had barely put his car into park in his garage before you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and attacked his face, kissing him hungrily. You were becoming greedy with his kisses and you didn’t want to stop. You two were like horny teenagers making out in a car, window fogging up. You both finally pulled away, chests panting.
Chris smirks at you as he says “lets go see Dodger.”