Mary Margaret/Emma - days off
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Word Count: 244
One good thing about their careers was that their days synced up.
Both sheriff and teacher had to be awake shortly after six to be ready at seven-thirty to be at work by eight.
But both had the same days off.
Days off where they were free to sleep in, cuddled in each others arms. Where one was usually woken by the others' mouth pressed against their slit, licking and teasing them awake.
All of Saturday could be - and most of the times was - spent in minimal amounts of clothing.
Clothing that was torn off or shoved aside so often it was mostly just in the way.
They tried domestic, but it didn't work.
It was hard to try and make your girlfriend breakfast, Mary Margaret realized quickly, when the woman in question was kneeling between your legs in the kitchen. It only led to burnt pans, inedible food and one smug looking blonde.
On Sunday's they'd tried to go out and about, be seen and not be suspicious.
But after the fifth time Mary Margaret had been forced to try and hide what was happening as Emma fingerfucked her beneath the table at Granny's, Mary Margaret had outlawed going anyplace Emma could get her hand under her skirt.
Or inside her pants.
Or anywhere handcuffs could be used.
Anywhere someone could be bent over something.
Soon enough days off became a strictly 'stay at home' thing and neither regretted it in the slightest.
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Word Count: 244
One good thing about their careers was that their days synced up.
Both sheriff and teacher had to be awake shortly after six to be ready at seven-thirty to be at work by eight.
But both had the same days off.
Days off where they were free to sleep in, cuddled in each others arms. Where one was usually woken by the others' mouth pressed against their slit, licking and teasing them awake.
All of Saturday could be - and most of the times was - spent in minimal amounts of clothing.
Clothing that was torn off or shoved aside so often it was mostly just in the way.
They tried domestic, but it didn't work.
It was hard to try and make your girlfriend breakfast, Mary Margaret realized quickly, when the woman in question was kneeling between your legs in the kitchen. It only led to burnt pans, inedible food and one smug looking blonde.
On Sunday's they'd tried to go out and about, be seen and not be suspicious.
But after the fifth time Mary Margaret had been forced to try and hide what was happening as Emma fingerfucked her beneath the table at Granny's, Mary Margaret had outlawed going anyplace Emma could get her hand under her skirt.
Or inside her pants.
Or anywhere handcuffs could be used.
Anywhere someone could be bent over something.
Soon enough days off became a strictly 'stay at home' thing and neither regretted it in the slightest.