Post by Emma Nicole Lewis on Apr 24, 2010 10:34:48 GMT -5
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The sweet smell of birch and maple leaves filled the bathroom as the different tier candles burned along the edge of the bathtub. Sighing deeply, the brunette let her body sink a little deeper into the filled tub, gently playing with the bubbles resting on top of the surface. It had been a while since she last took some time for herself. So her profession may not have looked like the toughest to an outsider, but Emma's life certainly wasn't easy. With each photographer she came across, came more scrutiny. Sometimes, the criticism was just too much for the foreign girl to tolerate as she broke down into tears. Especially when she first started out modeling. Her first professional shoot made Emma overly nervous, causing her to shake almost uncontrollably through more than half the camera time. Needless to say, the slender girl heard an earful about her own nerves that made Emma want to fall to her knees. The criticism was just so callous, hardly seeming constructive at all. Modeling, something she was introduced to by a close friend, wasn't a career for the overly sensitive. If she going to continue in the profession, Emma was going to need to build a hard, exterior wall for the negative remarks to slowly filter through; anything that slowed and took the brute of the comments.
But even the strongest and least emotional person broke down from time to time. The ability to constantly be a bitch always needed to stop somewhere. Though, Em wasn't the biggest bitch, something her bubbly personality prevented her from being, she managed to not only brush the negative comments away, but she started to dole them out, as well. But whenever she returned home to her family in Northern Ireland, the hard exterior Emma took so long to build up immediately melted away. All it took was just the quick glance at her sweet, loving grandmother's face and there wasn't a foul thing that came from Emma's mouth for however long she was staying. Unfortunately, with her move to America, Emma hadn't exactly found the right outlet to just let her wall shatter, allowing herself to cleanse herself by weeping. It didn't help her much with Courtney being around, almost to the point of stalking the brunette. She only tried to close herself off even more, trying not to let anything defer her from her dreams. Which, had its own consequences; while she tried to conceal the way things affected her, Emma hadn't been able to express things she enjoyed as much. Her bubbly personality poked through on occasion, but not nearly as bright as it normally was.
Of course her inability to relieve the pent up stress affected her relationship with Ashton. Both girls were models and not entirely skilled when it came to relationships. When Em got into a relationship, well, it didn't always go according to plan. She hadn't exactly got the right formula together in order for her to be a proper girlfriend. Besides, she rarely modeled alone until recently, which constantly providing her with supple temptations. And Emma fell into the trap on more than one occasion. From simple kissing, just to make the cover of a magazine, to a full on rendezvous in either's hotel room. So the brunette had a tiny problem with fidelity; especially when her and Courtney seemed to be at each other's wit's end. Those two were the classic definition of an on again, off again relationship. Lifting her hand from the edge of the tub, Emma grinned, gracefully stirring the spoon in her teacup. There was nothing better than soaking in a warm bathtub first thing in the morning with enjoying a fresh cup of tea. This was just the relaxation Emma needed; a weekend getaway, partly provided by her next modeling gig. Well, it wasn't until a few days later, but Emma opted to pay for a few extra days before her shoot. She needed to relax and this allowed her to shed the wall she allowed up to protect herself, even if just for a few days before resurrecting it.
And Ashton. That English girl brought Emma's head into a whirl. She was different than Courtney which attracted Em even more. Nothing wrong with wanting to spice up a few things, peak a few different interests. Even Ashton's hot temper and Emma's erratic flight or fight decisions, the two seemed to melt together. Inhaling the wonderful scents, Emma found herself sinking once again, her neck hugged by a towel rolled behind it. This little break was wonderful. There wasn't a thing to work Emma up or cause any unneeded stress. Plus, with being at the Rolds, the brunette had taken the liberty of scheduling herself a massage; one for Ashton as well, in case the fellow model decided to join. Emma's ears perked, hearing the soft wrestling of sheets in the fairly silent hotel room. Last she knew, the British babe was asleep in the bed before Emma sneaked into the bathroom for a nice bath. And it couldn't have been, what... more than a half hour since she finally got in after drawing the water to a comfortable temperature. Her tea was slightly cold, but enjoyable. Besides, she would only call room service for more later on when Ashton was awake. Pushing the bath tray away from her, Emma cautiously arose from the water, rinsing off the clinging soap suds before wrapping the bathrobe around herself. With a large grin, she peered into the vanity mirror, finally feeling relaxed. Walking on her tip toes, Emma exited the bathroom, seeing Ashton still resting in bed. Her grin hadn't disappeared; instead, it grew rather large as Emma inched closer to the bed and carefully placing a leg on either side of Ashton. Leaning down, her wet hair touched the resting girl's shoulders, making small droplets of water on the skin. "Morning, love," Emma whispered close to her ear, gently placing a kiss on top of her cheek.
