Drabbletag5, Once Upon A Time, Ruby/Belle, Stroking
Title: Be Care What You Wish For
Prompt: Stroking
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Ruby/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 249
Note: Slightly angsty; kind of OOC; in Ruby’s POV, inspired by Lana Del Rey’s “West Coast”
We decided to spend the day at the beach, despite the cool temperature and overcast sky. I didn’t care, as long as I got to be with her.
I watched her walk backwards away from me, wearing cropped, tight dark-washed jeans, a white V-neck t, and a black leather jacket. This was probably from Lacey’s wardrobe, complete with that coquettish smile.
Her hair blew in the wind, as the sound of the waves crashing against the shore served as perfect background noise. She spun in a circle, head thrown back and arms towards the grey, opaque sky. Encircling my arms around her waist, I captured her in an embrace from behind.
She tilted her head to the side and I settled my chin into the crook of her neck. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent - that intoxicating aroma that made my head spin was my drug and I was addicted.
She put her arms over mine and started to sway are hips together back and forth slowly. It’s funny how I feel like I have her and only her in this moment, and yet she has the utmost control over me.
“I wish it could be like this every day,” I whispered into her ear.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
She broke free from my hold and turned around, pulling me in by the belt hoops of my jeans for a kiss. She then stroked my bottom lip with her thumb.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she said.
Prompt: Stroking
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Ruby/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 249
Note: Slightly angsty; kind of OOC; in Ruby’s POV, inspired by Lana Del Rey’s “West Coast”
We decided to spend the day at the beach, despite the cool temperature and overcast sky. I didn’t care, as long as I got to be with her.
I watched her walk backwards away from me, wearing cropped, tight dark-washed jeans, a white V-neck t, and a black leather jacket. This was probably from Lacey’s wardrobe, complete with that coquettish smile.
Her hair blew in the wind, as the sound of the waves crashing against the shore served as perfect background noise. She spun in a circle, head thrown back and arms towards the grey, opaque sky. Encircling my arms around her waist, I captured her in an embrace from behind.
She tilted her head to the side and I settled my chin into the crook of her neck. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent - that intoxicating aroma that made my head spin was my drug and I was addicted.
She put her arms over mine and started to sway are hips together back and forth slowly. It’s funny how I feel like I have her and only her in this moment, and yet she has the utmost control over me.
“I wish it could be like this every day,” I whispered into her ear.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
She broke free from my hold and turned around, pulling me in by the belt hoops of my jeans for a kiss. She then stroked my bottom lip with her thumb.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she said.