Drabbletag - Leather
Title: Playing Dress-Up
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Leather
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“Oh, that’s just not fair,” Emma groans, pressing a hand over her eyes and turning away.
Regina delicately shrugs one shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to see a sample of my wardrobe from my Evil Queen days,” she points out, idly inspecting her blood-red nail polish.
“I wasn’t expecting you to break out the leather,” Emma exclaims, dragging her hand over her face and still carefully not looking in Regina’s direction.
Regina twists a little, the tight leather around her legs shining in the bedroom light. “Fine, I’ll change. Again,” she scoffs, exasperated.
“Don’t you dare!” Emma barks, and she’s definitely looking at Regina now, eyes raking over the metal headpiece, the swell of her cleavage, the length of her legs. “I know what you’re doing, you know.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Regina drawls, but there’s a smirk growing across her lips.
“I told you I’m busy, I can’t spend all day in bed,” Emma says, stalking closer.
“So leave,” Regina replies, smiling a little wider.
“You know there’s no way I’m walking out the door with you looking like that,” Emma murmurs, and Regina’s not even trying to hide her triumphant grin.
Emma’s arm hooks around her waist, drags her close, and their kiss is rough and hungry and dirty. Fingernails scratching over leather, cupping and squeezing, Regina pulling at Emma’s hair.
“On your knees, princess,” she growls. Watching Emma’s pupils dilate, a playful smile on her face as Emma does as she’s told.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Leather
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“Oh, that’s just not fair,” Emma groans, pressing a hand over her eyes and turning away.
Regina delicately shrugs one shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to see a sample of my wardrobe from my Evil Queen days,” she points out, idly inspecting her blood-red nail polish.
“I wasn’t expecting you to break out the leather,” Emma exclaims, dragging her hand over her face and still carefully not looking in Regina’s direction.
Regina twists a little, the tight leather around her legs shining in the bedroom light. “Fine, I’ll change. Again,” she scoffs, exasperated.
“Don’t you dare!” Emma barks, and she’s definitely looking at Regina now, eyes raking over the metal headpiece, the swell of her cleavage, the length of her legs. “I know what you’re doing, you know.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Regina drawls, but there’s a smirk growing across her lips.
“I told you I’m busy, I can’t spend all day in bed,” Emma says, stalking closer.
“So leave,” Regina replies, smiling a little wider.
“You know there’s no way I’m walking out the door with you looking like that,” Emma murmurs, and Regina’s not even trying to hide her triumphant grin.
Emma’s arm hooks around her waist, drags her close, and their kiss is rough and hungry and dirty. Fingernails scratching over leather, cupping and squeezing, Regina pulling at Emma’s hair.
“On your knees, princess,” she growls. Watching Emma’s pupils dilate, a playful smile on her face as Emma does as she’s told.