Emma/Snow; Curls
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Snow
Rating: PG
Prompt: Curls
Word Count: 226
Warning: Implied incest
“You're growing your hair out,” Emma observed, leaning against the back of Snow's chair.
“I am.” Snow agreed, not looking away from her needlepoint.
“It's... different.” Emma decided as she brushed her fingers across the dark hair she'd always loved to play with that now came down to the nape of Snow's neck, ending is little curls that looked like they couldn't decide which way to turn yet.
“It's what it was before.” Snow leaned back into Emma's touch, letting Emma play with her hair and peered up at her, “Is different bad?”
Emma shook her head, smiling and brushing Snow's bangs away from her face, fingers lingering on her skin, “No. Different is... different.”
“Good.” Snow smiled up at her and Emma couldn't resist smiling back, “I liked my old hair, back when it was long enough I could even braid it.”
“You should grow it longer,” Emma said quickly, “The curls are cute.”
“I'm glad you think so.” The laugh as Snow returned to her needlepoint nearly made Emma roll her eyes like a child but she settled for running her fingers through Snow's hair again, toying with the short curls.
Longer hair meant more to play with, to braid and brush, so long as Snow let her.
She'd always liked Mary Margaret's short style, but maybe Snow's curls would be just as good.
Pairing: Emma/Snow
Rating: PG
Prompt: Curls
Word Count: 226
Warning: Implied incest
“You're growing your hair out,” Emma observed, leaning against the back of Snow's chair.
“I am.” Snow agreed, not looking away from her needlepoint.
“It's... different.” Emma decided as she brushed her fingers across the dark hair she'd always loved to play with that now came down to the nape of Snow's neck, ending is little curls that looked like they couldn't decide which way to turn yet.
“It's what it was before.” Snow leaned back into Emma's touch, letting Emma play with her hair and peered up at her, “Is different bad?”
Emma shook her head, smiling and brushing Snow's bangs away from her face, fingers lingering on her skin, “No. Different is... different.”
“Good.” Snow smiled up at her and Emma couldn't resist smiling back, “I liked my old hair, back when it was long enough I could even braid it.”
“You should grow it longer,” Emma said quickly, “The curls are cute.”
“I'm glad you think so.” The laugh as Snow returned to her needlepoint nearly made Emma roll her eyes like a child but she settled for running her fingers through Snow's hair again, toying with the short curls.
Longer hair meant more to play with, to braid and brush, so long as Snow let her.
She'd always liked Mary Margaret's short style, but maybe Snow's curls would be just as good.