Mary Margaret/Emma; Walls
Author: Masfawkes
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Walls
Word Count: 229
Notes: (thought to be)unrequited crush
There are no walls in their home.
A loft apartment so easily set up for one was difficult with two.
No walls, no privacy, especially when the only shower was downstairs.
It was annoying and embarrassing, the potential for mortification far to vast.
Mary Margaret had lost count of the number of times she'd caught Emma coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel that barely covered everything.
The number of times she'd found herself watching Emma getting dressed or getting ready for the day wearing little more than her underwear.
Not that the reverse hadn't happened as well, sometimes she got ready in a hurry and found herself trying to gather things in her underwear.
But she was almost sure Emma didn't notice.
Emma wouldn't look twice at her, walls or not.
Emma who invaded her thoughts and dreams, the image of her unclothed haunting Mary Margaret in the dark until she had no choice but to slip her fingers underneath her panties to try and alleviate the pressure.
Another moment Emma had walked in on. But she didn't notice.
She'd never notice Mary Margaret.
All the same Mary Margaret found herself varying her wardrobe, ridding some of her plain bras and panties for patterns and lace, little bows and silk, and taking her time getting dressed in the morning just hoping Emma might look twice.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Walls
Word Count: 229
Notes: (thought to be)unrequited crush
There are no walls in their home.
A loft apartment so easily set up for one was difficult with two.
No walls, no privacy, especially when the only shower was downstairs.
It was annoying and embarrassing, the potential for mortification far to vast.
Mary Margaret had lost count of the number of times she'd caught Emma coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel that barely covered everything.
The number of times she'd found herself watching Emma getting dressed or getting ready for the day wearing little more than her underwear.
Not that the reverse hadn't happened as well, sometimes she got ready in a hurry and found herself trying to gather things in her underwear.
But she was almost sure Emma didn't notice.
Emma wouldn't look twice at her, walls or not.
Emma who invaded her thoughts and dreams, the image of her unclothed haunting Mary Margaret in the dark until she had no choice but to slip her fingers underneath her panties to try and alleviate the pressure.
Another moment Emma had walked in on. But she didn't notice.
She'd never notice Mary Margaret.
All the same Mary Margaret found herself varying her wardrobe, ridding some of her plain bras and panties for patterns and lace, little bows and silk, and taking her time getting dressed in the morning just hoping Emma might look twice.