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More from the currently untitled Stable Swan Queen fic I'm working on...
And then I hear a noise from the kitchen. It sounds like slightly off-key singing. Curiosity gets the better of me and I go to investigate. Quietly stepping into the doorway, I have to bite my tongue to stop from laughing at the sight of one Emma Swan singing and dancing about my kitchen wearing one of her ubiquitous tank tops, a pair of boxer shorts, and my favorite apron. I don't recognize the song playing on her iPod, but I'm also too thoroughly distracted by the movement of the muscles in those long legs of hers. But seeing the gaudy red nail polish on her toes brings up a bubble of laughter from my belly.
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