DrabbleTag5 - Once Upon A Time: Mary Margaret/Emma - queening
Title: Mary Margaret Does Not Play Chess
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 164
NOTE: incest without them knowing - also did I mention I suck at titles?
Mary Margaret clutched on to the bar above her bed, eyes squeezed shut at the amazing feeling Emma’s lips were currently gifting to her. She was barely conscious of the almost violent rolling of her hips in time with Emma’s tongue strokes. If Emma weren’t as strong as she was, with hands keeping Mary Margaret in place, the schoolteacher was sure she might break the Sheriff’s nose.
But enough of those thoughts.
‘Oh, Emma….! YES!’
Even after Emma had felt Mary Margaret’s thighs relax from around her head, she didn’t let go. She didn’t want to. It was so warm, and the scent so enticing, she just had to take another leisurely lick. Mary Margaret moaned in appreciation and tilted her hips towards Emma again.
Mary Margaret reached down and stroked Emma’s face, absorbing the love directed at her in Emma’s eyes. And Emma, seeing the reciprocation of adoration, turned her head, but kept her gaze locked as she kissed Mary Margaret’s inner thigh.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 164
NOTE: incest without them knowing - also did I mention I suck at titles?
Mary Margaret clutched on to the bar above her bed, eyes squeezed shut at the amazing feeling Emma’s lips were currently gifting to her. She was barely conscious of the almost violent rolling of her hips in time with Emma’s tongue strokes. If Emma weren’t as strong as she was, with hands keeping Mary Margaret in place, the schoolteacher was sure she might break the Sheriff’s nose.
But enough of those thoughts.
‘Oh, Emma….! YES!’
Even after Emma had felt Mary Margaret’s thighs relax from around her head, she didn’t let go. She didn’t want to. It was so warm, and the scent so enticing, she just had to take another leisurely lick. Mary Margaret moaned in appreciation and tilted her hips towards Emma again.
Mary Margaret reached down and stroked Emma’s face, absorbing the love directed at her in Emma’s eyes. And Emma, seeing the reciprocation of adoration, turned her head, but kept her gaze locked as she kissed Mary Margaret’s inner thigh.