Regina/Emma; Lights
Author: Masfawkes
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Lights
Word Count: 248
Emma doesn't like the lights on when they're together.
The moment clothes start coming off she always requests in a tiny voice that Regina turn the lights off.
She doesn't care. Honestly Regina would take her on the front lawn in broad daylight if Emma would let her. She's not the least bit ashamed of her body.
Emma's not the same.
Emma clutches sheets to her in the morning light, begs Regina for darkness and looks so anxious that Regina always gives in and makes sure the bedroom is cloaked in darkness.
Emma's not shy about sex at all, she lets Regina fuck her however she wants, is more than an eager participant.
So long as the lights are off.
Regina almost wishes she could blame it on Emma wanting to pretend Regina were someone else but the way Emma cries out her name, moans and whimpers it the entire time means it's not.
She's sure it's the marks.
Marks unseen but felt. Raised scar tissue that crisscross the back of Emma's thighs, ones on her back that dip like they're dug in.
The smaller marks, almost hidden, that cover Emma's abdomen - evidence of the life she once carried.
The long scar set low amongst the stretch marks where Henry's birth had become too difficult to risk a normal delivery.
Emma squirm and says her name quietly if she lingers over any of them, sounding fearful.
So Regina tries to ignore them.
A task made easier without light.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Lights
Word Count: 248
Emma doesn't like the lights on when they're together.
The moment clothes start coming off she always requests in a tiny voice that Regina turn the lights off.
She doesn't care. Honestly Regina would take her on the front lawn in broad daylight if Emma would let her. She's not the least bit ashamed of her body.
Emma's not the same.
Emma clutches sheets to her in the morning light, begs Regina for darkness and looks so anxious that Regina always gives in and makes sure the bedroom is cloaked in darkness.
Emma's not shy about sex at all, she lets Regina fuck her however she wants, is more than an eager participant.
So long as the lights are off.
Regina almost wishes she could blame it on Emma wanting to pretend Regina were someone else but the way Emma cries out her name, moans and whimpers it the entire time means it's not.
She's sure it's the marks.
Marks unseen but felt. Raised scar tissue that crisscross the back of Emma's thighs, ones on her back that dip like they're dug in.
The smaller marks, almost hidden, that cover Emma's abdomen - evidence of the life she once carried.
The long scar set low amongst the stretch marks where Henry's birth had become too difficult to risk a normal delivery.
Emma squirm and says her name quietly if she lingers over any of them, sounding fearful.
So Regina tries to ignore them.
A task made easier without light.