Snow/Emma - Jeans
Author: Masfawkes
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Snow/Emma
Rating: T
Prompt: Jeans
Word Count: 249
It should be illegal for Snow to wear jeans. It should be outlawed.
Maybe under public indecency, or for creating a distraction... something!
Emma hadn't been able to concentrate for the last hour after Snow showed up to the diner wearing a pair of Emma's jeans that were just a hair tight on Emma herself.
God she couldn't look away, couldn't stop staring at Snow's ass, perfectly encased in denim showing off perfect curves that gave her too many tempting thoughts.
“Stare any harder and you may burn a hole in these jeans,” Snow said sweetly when Emma worked up the courage to go talk to her.
“My jeans.” Emma growled lowly, moving so she could slip her hands in the back pockets of Snow's pants, fingers curling to squeeze her ass.
“Your Mommy too,” Snow pressed back against her, “What's your point?”
“Mine.” Emma murmured, “Take them off.”
“Here? Now?”
“Your ass is distracting me.” Emma couldn't risk moving closer or kissing Snow without attracting attention so she curled her fingers again.
“Oh?” Snow smiled over her shoulder at Emma slyly, “is that so?”
She was doing this intentionally, Emma realized with a pang of lust. That minx!
“Tell you what,” Snow glanced at the clock, turning in Emma's arms “If you can behave for another hour you can have anything you want when we get home.”
“Even if I want your ass?” Emma challenged, voice low.
Snow just quirked an eyebrow at her and smiled in promise.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Snow/Emma
Rating: T
Prompt: Jeans
Word Count: 249
It should be illegal for Snow to wear jeans. It should be outlawed.
Maybe under public indecency, or for creating a distraction... something!
Emma hadn't been able to concentrate for the last hour after Snow showed up to the diner wearing a pair of Emma's jeans that were just a hair tight on Emma herself.
God she couldn't look away, couldn't stop staring at Snow's ass, perfectly encased in denim showing off perfect curves that gave her too many tempting thoughts.
“Stare any harder and you may burn a hole in these jeans,” Snow said sweetly when Emma worked up the courage to go talk to her.
“My jeans.” Emma growled lowly, moving so she could slip her hands in the back pockets of Snow's pants, fingers curling to squeeze her ass.
“Your Mommy too,” Snow pressed back against her, “What's your point?”
“Mine.” Emma murmured, “Take them off.”
“Here? Now?”
“Your ass is distracting me.” Emma couldn't risk moving closer or kissing Snow without attracting attention so she curled her fingers again.
“Oh?” Snow smiled over her shoulder at Emma slyly, “is that so?”
She was doing this intentionally, Emma realized with a pang of lust. That minx!
“Tell you what,” Snow glanced at the clock, turning in Emma's arms “If you can behave for another hour you can have anything you want when we get home.”
“Even if I want your ass?” Emma challenged, voice low.
Snow just quirked an eyebrow at her and smiled in promise.