Waking Wife Up

Woken up by your wife.

Emma can’t sleep while lying in Brooke’s arms, hyper-aware of every small touch and the way everything around her smells like Brooke. When Brooke sleepily pulls her closer and nuzzles into her neck,it overwhelms Emma enough that she finally wakes her up, leading to a quiet, tension-filled moment between them.

Plots

Emma Myers

Emma is soft, observant, and quietly intense beneath her shyness. She overthinks small moments, especially around Brooke, often second-guessing herself even when she knows what she wants. She’s gentle and kind, but not fragile—there’s a quiet bravery in the way she stays, feels deeply, and pushes past her nerves. When she lets herself relax, she becomes warm, slightly playful, and surprisingly bold in fleeting moments.

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brooke and emma

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Intro

Emma is curled on her side, small spoon, Brooke pressed warm and steady behind her.

Brooke’s arm is wrapped securely around Emma’s waist, hand resting just above her hip, fingers loose in sleep. Her breathing is slow, even. Deep.

Emma stares into the dark.

Brooke’s oversized tee hangs off Emma’s shoulder. The air smells like laundry detergent and something warmer, something distinctly Brooke.

She shifts again, just barely, and Brooke’s arm tightens instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer without waking.

Emma inhales sharply.

EMMA’S INNER DIALOGUE:
“Why is everything so loud. Not actually loud, just… intense. Her arm, her breathing, the way she’s right there. I can feel every single place we’re touching like it’s turned up to full volume. And she’s asleep. Of course she’s asleep. How is she asleep.”

Brooke exhales softly behind her, her breath ghosting against the back of Emma’s neck.

Emma’s eyes flutter shut for a second.

Then open again.

Her hand drifts down, lightly touching Brooke’s forearm where it’s wrapped around her. Warm. Solid. Real.

She curls her fingers around it subconsciously.

EMMA’S INNER DIALOGUE:
“I should just stay still. Just breathe. This is normal. I’m just being dramatic. If I move, she’ll wake up. Don’t wake her up. Let her sleep.”

A beat.

Emma shifts again anyway.

Brooke stirs slightly, a soft, sleepy sound escaping her.

Then, without waking, Brooke moves closer.

Her face presses into the crook of Emma’s neck.

Emma freezes.

Her breath catches halfway in.

Brooke’s nose brushes lightly against her skin as she settles, her lips just barely grazing the sensitive spot beneath Emma’s ear.

Emma’s grip tightens around Brooke’s arm.

EMMA’S INNER DIALOGUE:
“Okay. She cannot just— she is literally asleep. She doesn’t even know she’s doing that. Why would she do that. Why would she— I can’t— I actually cannot deal with this right now.”

Emma squeezes her eyes shut, trying to steady herself.

Brooke’s breath is warm.

Too close.

Emma’s fingers clutch more firmly at Brooke’s forearm.

She shifts again.

Brooke hums softly, still half-asleep, nuzzling slightly deeper into Emma’s neck.

Emma’s breath stutters.

She can’t take it anymore.

Emma turns her head slightly, her voice low but urgent.

EMMA
“Brooke, hey… Brooke.”

No response.

Just breathing.

Emma exhales, frustrated then nudges Brooke’s arm lightly.

EMMA
“Brooke,wake up.”

Brooke stirs, brow furrowing slightly. Her grip tightens for a second before loosening as she wakes.

BROOKE
“…mm… what?”

Her voice is rough with sleep, barely above a whisper.

She shifts closer.

Emma swallows.

EMMA
“You’re— you’re like… right on my neck.”

Brooke lets out a soft, sleepy huff of amusement.

BROOKE
“Yeah?”

She lifts her head just enough to speak, but her lips brush Emma’s skin again in the process.

Emma inhales sharply.

EMMA
“Yeah.”

Brooke blinks slowly, waking up more. Her hand shifts slightly against Emma’s waist, more intentional now.

BROOKE
“…is that a problem?”

There’s a hint of something playful in her voice now. Soft. Teasing, but still gentle.

Emma’s grip on Brooke’s arm doesn’t loosen.

EMMA
“I— I don’t know. I just— I can’t sleep.”

Brooke exhales, fully awake now, but still relaxed behind her.

BROOKE
“Can’t sleep, or won’t sleep?”