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 I. Have. A prompt. For you: have you ever met someone whose natural smell is so intoxicating, you want to devour them here and now? No? Oh, ok, nevermind.

Asked by @emakaylee How is it going dear?

Oh, I have.

(Thank you, twin, let’s hope you like my version of this, uh?)

A03 Version

Her head felt like reeling as Emma let it roll back on the cushioned couch she was seated at, the taste of alcohol on her lips and throat a soft and pleasing sensation her tired nerves kept on probing, making her fingers tingle when she grazed the couch’s surface with her palms. Body warm and the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain outside, the blonde could feel her eyes beginning to close as she let herself breathe for the first time of what felt like ages.

Or, she thought reflexively, for the first time than she had said “yes” in a binding promise she had been feeling doubtful the second the first sound escaped her mouth.

The lack of ring on her finger now, however, made her chuckle slightly, alcohol getting the best part of her, as she rose said hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose: warmth cascading down from her ears to her neck, leaving her boneless as she narrowed her eyes playfully to the warm light-bulbs that bathed the room she was in with an almost soft orange tint.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The question came from a few meters at her back, the unmistakable deep and soft tone of Regina’s voice making her twist her neck and peer above the sofa’s back, a slow smile spreading on her face. She had perhaps drunk more than she would usually have done but here, there, in the older woman’s living room she felt at ease and, as Regina approached her from where she had been standing with the soft clicking noise of her high heels ricocheting through the room, Emma couldn’t help herself but hum something close to a “yes”. One that got Regina chuckling softly as she walked past in front of Emma’s slightly spread legs, barely bending her knees so she could pick up the glass on the coffee table, the one Emma had kept untouched, between her index and thumb before sitting at the other side of the couch, eyes directed at the blonde.

“Who was it?” Emma questioned, referring to the early ring on the front door that had made Regina leave her place at the sofa a few minutes before. Taking a sip, the brunette eyed her, pupils shinning slightly from above the rim of the tumbler, painted nails gleaming under the light. “At the door.”

The older woman rose her right shoulder in a half shrug, the slightly loose blouse she wore moving with the movement as Emma’s eyes zeroed on it, alcohol and tiredness rendering her usual carefulness completely useless.

“Snow.” The brunette replied softly, almost carefully. “Wanted to know how you were faring.”

If Emma hadn’t been so preoccupied on Regina’s clavicle and skin she might have snorted at that. A week and a half after the divorce her mother tried to reach her precisely the night she had decided to spend it with Regina. The former mousey brunette truly had the best timing possible.

“I’m fine.” She declared, shaking her head and forcing her eyes to go back to Regina’s face, blindly reaching for her own drink resting on the table in front of the couch only to make a slight pout as she found the glass almost empty.

“Careful there.” She heard Regina say softly, a smidge of amusement ringing on her words while she snapped her fingers, refilling the glass. “You shouldn’t drink so fast.”

It was curious, Emma’s tired-addled mind thought, how the brunette’s words didn’t bother her but made her smile.  Smile as she stared at the casual way the brunette drank, one arm folded on her lap, the blouse and skirt ensemble she wore something reminiscent of her mayor days but not quite, not slightly right. The crown, she thought while spinning the liquid on her glass with slow, small circles, looked good on her. Even if it wasn’t resting on her head at the moment.

Which was maybe the reason why she felt a small trepidation every time her eyes found Regina’s, the relaxed lopsided smile the older woman sported once again not exactly hers neither, the “she” Emma last remembered. It was a mix, a colorful one, of the woman Henry had already told her everything about, the woman Regina had got to be during the last curse. The one she hadn’t been able to live and break with them.

Which stung, in a way, but not as fiery as it had done once.

“The cider is too good.” She finally replied, tilting her head, mimicking Regina’s own position, getting to steal a glance at Regina’s neck as her eyes momentarily going there, to the pulse point, to where the dormant power she possessed could sense magic pumping and running, purple almost a shimmer on the brunette’s skin, one faint but not weak enough for Emma’s eyes not to see it. “It’s difficult not to drink it.”

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made. ~Tyler Kent White

Thank you for the prompt ;)

I truly hope you like it, twin.

[x]

“I miss you.”

The wordswere a whisper against the shell of her ear, a mutter followed by a caress onthe back of her neck, below the collar of the jacket she wore. A gentle touch,slightly warm against her chilled skin; the early morning breeze cold enoughalready to make her feel the goosebumps that run down her arms, a soft shivermaking her look behind.

Because,despite Emma recognizing Regina’s voice, she knew the brunette wasn’t -couldn’tbe- behind her despite the words, echoing so close to her, her brain trickingher into expecting two arms circling her and pulling her back to a bed she hadleft an hour ago with aching muscles and pleasant soreness that had accompanieda loose smile. One that had elicited a raised brow from her father the secondshe had reached the station, the early morning shift beginning even before theslightly out of focus light of early morning began to raise above Storybrooke’sbuildings. A look she hadn’t returned, far too focused on the keys that jingledjust as she opened the glass door of her office, waving a sloppy goodbye to theman as he picked up his things and drove away.

The officebehind her, bathed in that too bright and yet soft light, was empty of course;tiny specs of dust floating in front of Emma’s vision staring back at her asshe circled her right hand tighter around the pen she had been using until now,taste of coffee on the back of her tongue.

“I do too.”She whispered into the nothingness, the same smile than the one that hadpeppered her expression until she had begun with old reports appearing yetagain as she thought on the image of a softly smiling Regina, curled beneathsheets, tousled hair haloing her head.

The memorywas cut short, however, as a second caress pulled her back in, ghost-likefingers carefully drawing paths beneath her clothes, down her back, on hersternum, on her navel. Swallowing thickly, she pressed her back against thechair as she heard a rumbling laugh, one deep enough, close enough, that shecould almost imagine Regina curled around her, lips pressed against the shellof her ear, warm body touching hers.

She wasn’tsure that her voice had indeed reached the older woman, spells and hexes stillsomething she needed to understand better, but she still rose her left hand,trying to grasp the air around her neck, where warm soft lips were beginning toleave a trail of kisses that made her shiver. She was unable to touch anything,but she could hear Regina’s laughter for a third time, this time less soft,less pliant, less sleepy.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

The wordswere said with just a hint of amusement and one part of Emma marveled on the relaxedtone Regina’s voice sported, one she very rarely got to listen outside the safehome they had created -or begun to create- at some point in the past, waybefore Emma knew why she wanted to be with the older woman, why she couldn’tget enough of her, of her presence.

“We aregoing to get caught.”

It feltstrange to be the sensible one and Emma pressed the tip of her tongue againstthe back of her teeth, Regina’s magic suddenly enveloping her, cascading infront of her in a hundredth sparks that obscured her vision for a moment;tinting everything in mauve and purple.

“Then come back to bed.”

It was asimple request, one done so quickly, so explicitly raw and open that Emmaclosed her eyes for a second, the vague memory of nights spent awakening onlyto find herself tied to a life and a person that she hadn’t even wanted in thefirst place creeping on her; whispering how she, once upon a time, had dreamt ofprecisely this, of Regina being the one calling back to bed, calling back toher.

“Don’t leave.” She heard, a softer whisper, less full of wantand desire but equally raw and truthful. The wandering hands had stilled on hershoulders, thumbs pressed against her shoulder blades, palms gently pressingher skin in a way that made her loll her head slightly back, feeling thetension beginning to disappear. “I’mstill here, Emma.”

And it wasmaybe that Emma wanted to believe it, or that she still could savor kisses madethe night prior, after promises that had made her feel drunk as she had duckedher head and just let everything unfold: finally but Emma hummed and nodded,work forgotten as well as the possibility of anyone really walking into theoffice, seeing her with slightly flushed skin and parted lips and legs, handsgrasping her chair’s armrests.

And,really, she hadn’t been the one who thought twice before making decisions, thathad always been Regina so, when she rose her chin as lips began to travel upher neck, she felt fool enough to drop the pen and, in a flurry of dirty whitesparks, let Regina’s own magic take her.

Because shefelt chocked, and crazy and willing and wanting and so, as she licked her lipsand let a raspy breath escape them, she only had an answer for Regina’srequest, one that echoed on the office before she fully disappeared, leavingnothing behind but that pools of light.

She’s been here most of the week. Can she only survive in this apartment’s atmosphere?

I truly hope it’s a better year xd Thank you so so much!!!! <3 And well; there you go ;)

(I cheated,there are six but not gonna change it)

Her fingerswere cold over Regina’s chest, the sound of dry skin against her own a softtuneless mutter that felt heightened on the brunette’s ears as she kept onwatching at Emma, at the way the blonde -just as undressed as her- kept onlooking at her with dirty white magic flashing every second against Regina’spurple one.

“You don’tneed to do this.” Regina had whispered minutes before, her own hand the oneover Emma’s stomach, the lines of fine silver-colored stretch marks seeming toalmost glow under her gaze. And Emma, tear stained Emma with magic pouring out  of her, had merely nodded and began to undressher, each caress bringing a new kiss that had descended from her neck, hercollarbone, her sternum.

Each touchbringing a spark of power, ripples painting the skin with whites and mauves,with silvers and purples.