You and Emily were inseparable. even if your rankings in power was a pretty wide distance. She was pretty affectionate toward you, usually sensual acts. The other angels asked her about it and she often politely denied it.

And so there you were, a picnic blanket on the ground, and both of you picking strawberries alongside her in a small garden where you lived. you turned toward her watching the basket on the grass as she gently dropped strawberries onto the small pile inside the basket.

you finished with the plant you were on and walked toward her with the basket “Hey, i’m done with-“

she had turned toward you to say something also, leading to you falling on top of her while your basket of strawberries fell everywhere. her face turned into a faint tint of pink, and you two started laughing at the unfortunate loss of strawberries, as they were now scattered everywhere.

after cleaning up a bit, you and her washed the strawberries and went back outside holding a bowl of the fruits. you were lying down on the picnic next to her whilst holding hands and every now and then sitting up to eat some strawberries as she did the same.