Captain Swan, Rated E, ~3000 words.
My fluff offensive continues. This started as just a bunch of dirty lady banter
that amused me (because do I have a weakness for writing women oversharing with each other? I do), and then it turned into dirty sex. Oops. For the purposes of this fic, I just pretended all the side characters I wanted are still in Storybrooke. Set several months after the final battle.
It was the third margarita that made Emma open her big mouth. That and the fact that her mother, usually present at a girls’ night such as this one, was absent.
“You need to advocate for your own pleasure,” Zelena was telling Aurora as Emma came back into the room with her drink. “If he’s not doing what you need him to do to get you off, then you tell him what he needs to do.”
Emma’s gaze met Regina’s and the two of them had a silent conversation through strategically widened eyes about how these nights always devolved into sex talk and oversharing.
“Exactly,” Ashley agreed. “Or show him.”
Aurora looked slightly scandalized at that. “Show him?”
Defending the Crown (1/1)
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It All Starts With a Dance 