So this is my soft re-entry into the world of fic writing.
It’s a silly, smutty one-shot that wouldn’t leave my head while I worked on longer things. Unbeta-ed, so all mistakes are my own.
TIA to anyone that reads!
Set directly after 6x17
The walk back to the house is charged, littered with touches and caresses, brief pecks foreshadowing the main event.
Henry’s wrinkled nose and refusal to meet their eyes as he volunteered to stay at Regina’s that night spoke volumes but neither Emma nor Killian could find it in themselves to be embarrassed. Yes, her parents had been separated for longer than they had and she knows it’s selfish to be running off, barely pausing for the customary threeway hug Snow and David have been unable to give her for the last few weeks before almost throwing her brother into their arms, but right now there’s something else she needs.
form, Lass. Take that out of your pocket
and put it back on the shelf.” His
hand on Emma’s arm, grip tight- there’s no chance of escape and his voice- low,
commanding… Dangerous- brokers no room for argument… “Now.” Reluctantly she curls her fingers around the
pilfered candy bars and withdraws her hand from her pocket, briefly considering
throwing them in his face to try and escape, but his hold on her is so solid
she doubts it’s an option.
He must be
new here- the ill-fitted uniform marking him as a member of staff, but his
accent decidedly foreign. He’s older
than her, but not by much, and obviously much more observant than the other
youths that work here- it’s the first time in three months she’s been
caught. Emma replaces the chocolate on
the shelf, ignoring the pang of hunger that runs through her before meeting his
gaze defiantly- challenging him to make his next move.
A smile washes over his face and his grip relaxes, although he doesn’t remove
his hand completely. "Was that so
“Yes.” She bites back, determined not to agree with
a word he says.
me Lass, at the end of the day, when stock goes missing, who do you think gets
the blame? Whose wages get
docked?” He raises his eyebrows in
question, obviously expecting her to answer- but it’s honestly not something
she’s thought about before… It’s not like she steals for profit.
me Boy,” Her lips curl back, a snarl in place, “Where else is my meal
coming from?” Emma gets the desired
response- he jerks back, surprised, and she’s free. Because she’s learned recently that no one
expects a pretty blonde in glasses to be homeless, to be a runaway- and defying
expectations gains her an advantage. She
should be running now, she knows this- the second his hand was off her arm she
should have been gone- but now she wants an answer from him.
his composure slowly, straightens up and extends a hand. She looks down on it, bewildered, because
just what is she supposed to do with that?
It takes a few moments to realise he’s expecting to shake her hand.
Got to spend an hour under this lovely spruce tree waiting for a cougar that was following us to leave. I wish I was able to post longer videos for I have been recording most of her encounters with wildlife and how she deals with them.