#redharrington

Narcissa Malfoy Bellatrix Lestrange Lucius Malfoy

#helenabonhamcarter #Helenaist #RedHarrington #theloneranger #hbc

Regina chuckled deeply as she pressed her lips against Emma's, simultaneously running her fingers through her hair, gently grasping the base of her skull. She pulled Emma even closer to her as images of the previous night flashes through her mind. Emma groaned against Regina's mouth as the other woman grasped the collar of her shirt and tightened the grip in her hair as she not so gently pushed her tongue into Emma's mouth. The two women lost themselves in each other; Regina's arm almost entirely hidden underneath Emma's shirt and the latter woman's hand halfway down the back of Regina's underwear. They were so immersed in one another, that neither heard the door unlocking, or opening but quickly broke apart as a shocked gasp and breaking glass sounded behind them. Though they didn't separate, Emma  shyly peaked out from behind Regina's body to see Snow's still stunned face. The woman in question stood in the doorway, her hand still in the position to be grasping something, though the mug she previously had in her hand now decorated the floor, she face exponentially paler than the snow she was named for. "Uhm, hey, Mary Margaret," Emma stuttered from her trapped position. "You're home early..." "Good morning, Snow," Regina smirked, not bothering to remove her hand from beneath Emma's shirt, as the other woman still had her hand steadfastly IN her underwear. "Good evening with Charming, I presume?" She continued, acting as if her and Emma were simply having tea. "What's, uhm, what," Snow fumbled for words. Her eyes shooting between Regina's hand still tangled in Emma's hair, Emma's hand gripping Regina's backside underneath purple lace, and then the women as a whole. "What's going on here?" "Oh, what's the vernacular you use these days, dear?" Regina said turning her attention back to Emma. "Ah yes, a sleep over! I even believe there was a game of truth or dare," she responded with a maniacal lilt to her voice. Though the color in Emma's cheeks could rival that of a freshly steamed lobster, she still laughed along with Regina, both wordlessly acknowledging that they did, in fact, play a game of truth or dare. During their giggle fest, Emma involuntarily tightened her grip on Regina's butt, which resulted in the brunette tightening her grip on Emma's hair as a groan escaped her lips. Their lips almost came together once again, before the thud of a body hitting the floor broke them of their reverie. "Oh dear," Regina said, almost half heartedly. "She seems to have fainted." Without pause, she turned back to Emma, promptly bringing Emma's lips to her own, once again relishing in the feeling. "Did you make my mom pass out," Emma muttered between kisses. "Just so we could keep making out?" "No," Regina answered after instigating another mini make out. "I did it so I could leave and you could make some excuse," she continued, her voice taking on a somber tone. "No." "No?" "That's what I said," Emma retorted, cupping Regina's face to keep her focus. "She saw what she saw, and now she has to accept it." "Emma--" "No," Emma sternly cut her off. "My mind is made up. What we will do, however, is get dressed." "But I like you like this," Regina pouted, fiddling with the neck of Emma's tank top. "We can have Red watch Henry tonight?" "No, I miss him," Regina answered, deep in thought, still unable to go too long without seeing him gate their return from Neverland. "Tomorrow." "Deal," Emma agreed with a wink. She then grasped Regina under the thighs, expertly lifting Regina and herself up from the couch, heading toward her room. Regina tucked her face into Emma's neck, dropping light kisses as they went. She allowed herself to feel content, along with a burst of laughter as Emma delicately stepped around Snow's passed out frame, earning a swat on the butt from Emma.