Once Upon A Time: Emma Swan/Regina Mills
Title: Good Morning Sunshine
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Theme: #19 Light
Rating: R
Words: 454
Warnings: Sexual content
The first rays of sunlight begin to shine through the open blinds, shadows of the room melting away, the beams creeping across the carpet as the sun rises higher in the early morning sky. The light touches the bed, steals over the covers, shines over messy blonde hair, until Emma makes a grumpy noise and makes a great show of pulling her pillow over her head.
It’s rather mortifying, just how adorable Regina finds the display.
She leans over the angrily muttering lump under the covers, pressing her face where she believes Emma’s shoulders are, kissing a path down her spine through the sheets. Fingers creeping beneath the fabric to search out Emma’s bare skin, one leg swinging over Emma’s waist. Slowly leaning her weight down until she’s lying across Emma’s back, her hips pressed against Emma’s ass, hands blindly groping until she finds the swell of Emma’s breasts. Pushing her hands under Emma’s body to cup her there, flicking and pressing at Emma’s nipples with her thumbs, feeling the shiver beneath her as Emma moves into the sensation.
“It’s barely dawn,” Emma grumbles, voice muffled by the pillow.
“I’m capable of reading a clock,” Regina retorts, pinching Emma’s nipples a little more firmly and riding the buck of her hips.
“You really are evil,” comes the reply, and Regina smirks, leaning down to bite at the base of Emma’s neck through the sheet, holding on until Emma sighs and undulates beneath her, tension and resistance melting away.
“Why don’t you come out here and say that to my face,” Regina taunts, and she can practically feel Emma thinking about it, weighing the pros and cons of a lie-in versus the temptation of Regina’s mouth.
And then Emma twists in one sudden movement, dislodging Regina from her perch with a well-aimed pillow to the face.
She blusters, kicking out instinctively, but Emma’s already on her, strong hands wrapping around her wrists and pinning them to the mattress. Emma’s hair is everywhere and there are lines on her cheek where it spent the night pressed to the pillow, but she doesn’t look the slightest bit groggy and she’s grinning in triumph.
“It’s my day off,” she says, thighs bracketing Regina’s hips, weight bearing down on her wrists. “You know I have to make you pay for waking me, right?”
Regina lets her head fall back, grin spreading slowly across her face. Arching her back, chest pushing up in a way that always catches Emma’s gaze, always makes her eyes go a little unfocused. “I’m counting on it, Ms Swan,” she purrs, and Emma’s smile is just as sharp and knowing as her own, the whole morning stretched out before them, sunlight dancing over their skin.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Theme: #19 Light
Rating: R
Words: 454
Warnings: Sexual content
The first rays of sunlight begin to shine through the open blinds, shadows of the room melting away, the beams creeping across the carpet as the sun rises higher in the early morning sky. The light touches the bed, steals over the covers, shines over messy blonde hair, until Emma makes a grumpy noise and makes a great show of pulling her pillow over her head.
It’s rather mortifying, just how adorable Regina finds the display.
She leans over the angrily muttering lump under the covers, pressing her face where she believes Emma’s shoulders are, kissing a path down her spine through the sheets. Fingers creeping beneath the fabric to search out Emma’s bare skin, one leg swinging over Emma’s waist. Slowly leaning her weight down until she’s lying across Emma’s back, her hips pressed against Emma’s ass, hands blindly groping until she finds the swell of Emma’s breasts. Pushing her hands under Emma’s body to cup her there, flicking and pressing at Emma’s nipples with her thumbs, feeling the shiver beneath her as Emma moves into the sensation.
“It’s barely dawn,” Emma grumbles, voice muffled by the pillow.
“I’m capable of reading a clock,” Regina retorts, pinching Emma’s nipples a little more firmly and riding the buck of her hips.
“You really are evil,” comes the reply, and Regina smirks, leaning down to bite at the base of Emma’s neck through the sheet, holding on until Emma sighs and undulates beneath her, tension and resistance melting away.
“Why don’t you come out here and say that to my face,” Regina taunts, and she can practically feel Emma thinking about it, weighing the pros and cons of a lie-in versus the temptation of Regina’s mouth.
And then Emma twists in one sudden movement, dislodging Regina from her perch with a well-aimed pillow to the face.
She blusters, kicking out instinctively, but Emma’s already on her, strong hands wrapping around her wrists and pinning them to the mattress. Emma’s hair is everywhere and there are lines on her cheek where it spent the night pressed to the pillow, but she doesn’t look the slightest bit groggy and she’s grinning in triumph.
“It’s my day off,” she says, thighs bracketing Regina’s hips, weight bearing down on her wrists. “You know I have to make you pay for waking me, right?”
Regina lets her head fall back, grin spreading slowly across her face. Arching her back, chest pushing up in a way that always catches Emma’s gaze, always makes her eyes go a little unfocused. “I’m counting on it, Ms Swan,” she purrs, and Emma’s smile is just as sharp and knowing as her own, the whole morning stretched out before them, sunlight dancing over their skin.