Descriptive Essay - Original Writing
"Alright. Go and put your pyjamas on, I 'll meet you in the bedroom in a couple of minutes."
Emilia nodded, her cheeks flushed pink, and padded naked out of the bathroom. Rebekah rolled her eyes -- did she have to leave her wet towels on the floor? -- but picked them up and hung them over the towel rack.
Rebekah dried out the shower with her own towel and hung it over the rack with Emilia 's, then brushed her teeth and headed through to the bedroom.
Emilia was sitting cross-legged in the centre of the bed wearing an old, worn tank top and soft flannel pyjama bottoms, brushing out her long, dark hair. Despite the bright midday sun outside the room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn nearly shut against the light. Sitting there, Emilia looked soft and warm and beautifully real, with no makeup or fancy costumes or pretense, and Rebekah wished not for the first time for a proper camera to capture the moment.
"You 're staring at me, again." Emilia remarked without looking up from the knot she was untangling.
"Hmm, yes, I am. Because you 're gorgeous."
Emilia looked up at her, blushing. "You really think so?"
"Of course I do, sweetheart. Especially when you blush. You turn the prettiest shade of pink." Rebekah went over to the bed and cupped Emilia 's face gently in both of her hands, then pressed quick, soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally her mouth.
Emilia broke the kiss -- a terrible habit of hers, in Rebekah 's opinion -- resting…