sharing is caring (it can be fun); SQ, 8k, explicit
Written for Swan Queen Week 5 prompts, “bed sharing” and “best friend romance”. Set about a year after the season 4 finale.
“Tell me something about yourself.”
Regina turns her head sharply at Emma’s words, eyebrow raising at the sudden request. “Excuse me?”
Emma’s slumped back into the corner of her couch, legs stretched out on the coffee table (Regina’s glares don’t put quite enough fear in her these days, it seems), and she’s picking at the label on her beer bottle with her thumbs. Her head is angled down watching her own movements, but she repeats, “Tell me something about yourself.”
Eyes narrowing, Regina watches Emma closely, an uncomfortable prickling sensation running up her back at the thought of sharing about herself, even after all they’ve been through. Besides, “What is there left to say, Emma?”
Her throat feels thick with the unspoken rest of the sentiment: You know more about me than anyone.
Now Emma looks up, looks over at her, and her thumbs pause in their movement. Emma’s eyes are a little wide, open, and she doesn’t seem drunk but she must be tipsy for her to look so vulnerable.
Regina tries not to scoff at the thought of Emma being the vulnerable one as she asks Regina to spill her secrets.
But Emma keeps looking at her for a while, and then she shrugs. Picks at the label again. “Not—I’m not asking for the big stuff. Just tell me something I don’t know.” Regina’s still staring at her, tucked into the opposite corner of the couch with her feet tucked between the back of the couch and the cushion beneath her, a glass of wine resting on her bent thigh. Emma licks her lips. “Like your favorite color, or something.”
“Why on earth would you need to know that?” Regina’s eyes narrow in confusion and the smallest hint of suspicion.
“Jesus, Regina,” Emma breathes out a laugh, and slips her socked feet from the coffee table to the floor. Angling her body toward Regina, she grips her beer bottle tight in her hands. “What could I possibly do with that infor—” she looks up at Regina and her easy smile fades a little as she quiets. Then, “I don’t know. It’s what friends do. Share.”
For my 10,000th post, @littlestpersimmon requested Jean presenting Marco with a bouquet of poppies. c: Here’s a little ficlet for you, Bell! <3
“What do girls like, anyway?” Jean sounds puzzled, frowning a little as he stares at the ceiling of his room.
Marco makes a meditative sound from where he’s got his nose buried in a
book, sitting at Jean’s desk as he pores over one last extra credit assignment
of his high school career. Graduation is mere days away.
“I wouldn’t know,” he finally replies, looking up to focus his full
attention Jean. “I don’t like girls like that.” He shrugs a little. “And my
sisters don’t really go for the ‘traditional’ stuff, but chocolate? Flowers, I