Drabbletag - Swashbuckling
Title: To The Hilt
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Swashbuckling
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Milah
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's There's No Place Like Home
This should have been a disaster. Emma’s experiences with time-travel haven’t exactly been positive, and from the moment she’d been thrown back into this era, she’d been on edge. Waiting for her to inevitably do or say something that could destroy the timeline.
But then there’d been Milah and, God, Emma can’t even remember what she was so worried about anymore.
There’s wind in her hair, the taste of the ocean on her tongue. Hook had told her about being a pirate, about the freedom of it, but Emma never truly understood before. But now it’s her everything, Milah’s her everything, and maybe it’s not being a pirate that brings that rush, maybe it’s Milah herself.
Her sword clashes with the enemy, cannon-fire blasting all around, and Emma grins and swings deeper into the fray. Ducking and twirling, flash of metal as she takes down all-comers, and beneath the din of the battle she can hear Milah’s laughter, delighted and dirty.
And when the fight is over, the enemy ship burning, their deserters welcomed aboard as new crew, Milah’s arm wraps low around Emma’s waist, pulling her close. Milah kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Emma groans for it, chests pressed together, fingers beneath the fabric of Milah’s shirt.
Barely stumbling to the privacy of their cabin, getting Milah pressed against the wall, and Emma wants to return to her own time, to Storybrook, to Henry, of course she does.
But for now, she’s going to enjoy the ride.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Swashbuckling
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Milah
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's There's No Place Like Home
This should have been a disaster. Emma’s experiences with time-travel haven’t exactly been positive, and from the moment she’d been thrown back into this era, she’d been on edge. Waiting for her to inevitably do or say something that could destroy the timeline.
But then there’d been Milah and, God, Emma can’t even remember what she was so worried about anymore.
There’s wind in her hair, the taste of the ocean on her tongue. Hook had told her about being a pirate, about the freedom of it, but Emma never truly understood before. But now it’s her everything, Milah’s her everything, and maybe it’s not being a pirate that brings that rush, maybe it’s Milah herself.
Her sword clashes with the enemy, cannon-fire blasting all around, and Emma grins and swings deeper into the fray. Ducking and twirling, flash of metal as she takes down all-comers, and beneath the din of the battle she can hear Milah’s laughter, delighted and dirty.
And when the fight is over, the enemy ship burning, their deserters welcomed aboard as new crew, Milah’s arm wraps low around Emma’s waist, pulling her close. Milah kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Emma groans for it, chests pressed together, fingers beneath the fabric of Milah’s shirt.
Barely stumbling to the privacy of their cabin, getting Milah pressed against the wall, and Emma wants to return to her own time, to Storybrook, to Henry, of course she does.
But for now, she’s going to enjoy the ride.