Challenge #401 - Close
Title: A La Carte
Prompt: #401 Close
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
It’s long past closing time. It used to be that Ruby was always in a hurry to get packed up and out the door, ready to leave Granny’s and work behind, but that’s not the case anymore.
Things have been different since Emma came to town.
Now she stays late, without complaint, because she knows what it means when Emma doesn’t leave once Ruby turns over the ‘open’ sign on the door. She knows what it means when Emma smiles to herself and goes back to her drink, and Ruby can feel Emma’s eyes on her as she rushes through her closing duties.
It means she’ll get Emma’s touch, Emma’s hands on her, rough and always so eager, so skilled. Emma’s lips against her own, kissing her back against the wall or the bar, fingers sliding through or pulling at her hair. Scarlet lipstick smudged between them as Emma swallows every needy sound that leaves Ruby’s mouth, tipping her back across a table, fingers working her shorts open.
It means she’ll get Emma’s mouth, at her throat, on her navel, between her legs, and Ruby knows she should keep her voice down but she can never quite manage it. Emma’s tongue moves over her, pushes inside, and Ruby’s hips buck, hands gripping the table edge, red creeping across her vision.
Closing time used to mean freedom, but now it means Emma, and Ruby never feels more free than she does with the heat of Emma’s mouth making her fall apart.
Prompt: #401 Close
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
It’s long past closing time. It used to be that Ruby was always in a hurry to get packed up and out the door, ready to leave Granny’s and work behind, but that’s not the case anymore.
Things have been different since Emma came to town.
Now she stays late, without complaint, because she knows what it means when Emma doesn’t leave once Ruby turns over the ‘open’ sign on the door. She knows what it means when Emma smiles to herself and goes back to her drink, and Ruby can feel Emma’s eyes on her as she rushes through her closing duties.
It means she’ll get Emma’s touch, Emma’s hands on her, rough and always so eager, so skilled. Emma’s lips against her own, kissing her back against the wall or the bar, fingers sliding through or pulling at her hair. Scarlet lipstick smudged between them as Emma swallows every needy sound that leaves Ruby’s mouth, tipping her back across a table, fingers working her shorts open.
It means she’ll get Emma’s mouth, at her throat, on her navel, between her legs, and Ruby knows she should keep her voice down but she can never quite manage it. Emma’s tongue moves over her, pushes inside, and Ruby’s hips buck, hands gripping the table edge, red creeping across her vision.
Closing time used to mean freedom, but now it means Emma, and Ruby never feels more free than she does with the heat of Emma’s mouth making her fall apart.