Drabbletag - Texting
Title: Message Received
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Texting
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Emma knows her texts can be a little abrupt. She shortens every word, doesn’t give a crap about punctuation, and she definitely doesn’t have time for emoticons. Unless she’s being obnoxious on purpose. The thing is that when she sends texts, it’s usually because she’s in a hurry and doesn’t have time to make an actual phone call. So the succinct texts reflect that.
Regina, on the other hand, always uses perfect grammar. Her texts read like formal letters, and Emma isn’t sure if she writes that way to everyone, or if she just does it to piss Emma off.
She didn’t know just how much sardonic derision could drip from a text until she met Regina.
So naturally the next time Regina sends one of her eloquent texts messages, using ten words to say something she could have said in three, Emma decides to take a stand.
Regina’s going to act condescending about how few words Emma’s texts contain? Fine, Emma won’t use any words at all.
The next text she sends is just a photo of her unimpressed expression. She thinks it makes her point nicely.
Regina’s response is almost immediate. It’s a photo too, of Regina sat at her desk. The top buttons of her shirt are free, camera angled down to give the best view of her cleavage. She’s smirking at the camera, eyes dark and knowing, every damn thing about her screaming sex.
Oh, Emma recognises a challenge.
She’s going to have fun topping that.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Texting
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Emma knows her texts can be a little abrupt. She shortens every word, doesn’t give a crap about punctuation, and she definitely doesn’t have time for emoticons. Unless she’s being obnoxious on purpose. The thing is that when she sends texts, it’s usually because she’s in a hurry and doesn’t have time to make an actual phone call. So the succinct texts reflect that.
Regina, on the other hand, always uses perfect grammar. Her texts read like formal letters, and Emma isn’t sure if she writes that way to everyone, or if she just does it to piss Emma off.
She didn’t know just how much sardonic derision could drip from a text until she met Regina.
So naturally the next time Regina sends one of her eloquent texts messages, using ten words to say something she could have said in three, Emma decides to take a stand.
Regina’s going to act condescending about how few words Emma’s texts contain? Fine, Emma won’t use any words at all.
The next text she sends is just a photo of her unimpressed expression. She thinks it makes her point nicely.
Regina’s response is almost immediate. It’s a photo too, of Regina sat at her desk. The top buttons of her shirt are free, camera angled down to give the best view of her cleavage. She’s smirking at the camera, eyes dark and knowing, every damn thing about her screaming sex.
Oh, Emma recognises a challenge.
She’s going to have fun topping that.