#orphanis

WELL, that was the full extent of Regina’s niceness. The Evil Queen was not known for her patience or her tolerance to those who spoke with such lack of respect; it was only the years of friendship between them that saved Emma from the fate of a fireball to her face.

she is always surprised to find her heart pounding like this, wild and crazy, as if it’s about to leap out of her chest whenever they find themselves righthere. while she may not be able to explain the hunger the other woman evokes within her, it’s sure growing stronger every day, almost consumingher head and body. the more she lets it take control over her, the harder it becomes to forget the trace of sally’s fingertips against her skin, the trail of fireit leaves in its wake  …  and maybe, emma doesn’t want to forget it at all.  ❝ shhh,  ❞  emma’s whisper ghosts against her lover’s sharp collarbones, fighting the urge to paint them in marks that would look lovely decorating the pale skin. the princess loves her voice when they do this, when she leaves the woman needing, her voice sliding up emma’s spine, the whininess making her yearn for sally to start talking and never stop. her voice is enough for the princess to clench her thighs, but she tries to focus on the other’s pleasure rather than her own. hands move at an unhurried pace against sally’s slim sides, fingers not stopping until they close around one of her perfect breasts. ❝  they won’t catch us, if you’re not too loud. or would you rather me to stop ?  ❞

Every squeeze, every touch of Emma’s lips against her collarbones and shoulders brought out the woman in Sally. Confusing her, making her want more of everything and yet use both hands to try and push the blonde away, never hard enough to create some distance between them. She had been given emotions, too many of them, a beating heart the rag-doll couldn’t begin to fully understand how it really worked. Passionate, starved for love and affection she’d never experienced before… a home and a princess to scare the bad thoughts away. But one thing she did know: there was no place in the Enchanted Forest she would rather be, other than on this bed, kissing the life out of Emma Swan and being kissed in return.

they were so close to wrapping up this case,  graham could almost taste the RELIEF.  it was a big one  ─  they were being monitored every step of the way,  every small victory that got them closer to the finish line being thoroughly examined to ensure they hadn’t made any mistakes.  having emma as his partner surprisingly made it easier;  as much as graham tried to pretend otherwise,  they were a good team.  or so he thought.  apparently their boss had something else in mind,  a plan that could potentially ruin the partnership that had been working so well  ─  as well as it possibly could,  given that the two of them were involved.  

they were given the assignment to go undercover  (  something that graham would’ve been thrilled about on any other circumstances )  as a married couple.  HOW would they be able to pull this off without compromising the entire operation due to their arguing  &  bickering?  he wanted to try to reason with their captain,  but profissionalism spoke higher and that was how he found himself on an apartment provided by the station,  an apartment that wasn’t his,  an apartment that he was going to share with emma swan for an indefinite amount of time.  

❝   look,  i know this is hardly IDEAL,  but it’s our job so can you just quit... making that face?    ❞