Pictures of You

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Summary: 

Emma Swan found a box of pictures in her new apartment that have been giving her ideas – good ideas. But what happens when the object of her affection actually shows up at her door?
Rating: E
Word count: 7200
Notes: Written for @cscocktoberfest. It was a bit of a challenge to just write smut, but one that I decided to take on anyway. Special thanks to @idristardis for the beta! Based on a @dailyau prompt I’ve been holding onto for a few years: “

I found a bunch of your stuff when I moved into this apartment and I have no idea who you are but I think we might be soulmates AU" Only, you know, smuttier.

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Emma walked into her new apartment, but to be fair, there wasn’t much to drag. After bouncing from one foster home to another, she learned pretty quickly about how to pack light and deftly move things in and out at a moment’s notice. But she hoped things might change with this new place. But she finally started to get steady work in Boston and decided she wanted to just settle down for a bit and have someplace to call her own.

It also helped that the apartment she’d found in Boston was fully furnished. Apparently, the previous renter had bailed on short notice, and the landlord just decided to keep the furniture for the next tenant. Emma didn’t really have a problem with that. It would be nice to have a kitchen table and she had enough cups and plates to use. The couch was some ugly plaid fabric so she made a mental note to get a slipcover for it. The bed was a decent size, and Emma had stopped at a store yesterday to get some new sheets and pillows for it.

Emma wasn’t going to be adding much to the apartment at all. Just the small cardboard box and suitcase that she’d carried up from the backseat of her little yellow VW Beetle. Unpacking would be a breeze.

Then she realized the suitcase wouldn’t be as easy to unload as she expected. The bedroom closet was completely empty, and there was no set of drawers or baskets or anything. Not even a single hanger. Did the previous renter not have any clothes? Emma shook her head and dropped her suitcase on the floor of the closet. Luckily, it would fit inside and still allow the doors to close, so she could just prop the suitcase open and dig through it when she needed to for now.

Except the closet wasn’t completely empty after all. As she started to unzip her suitcase, she noticed a large shoebox down on the floor in the corner. Emma always liked digging into a mystery – it was partially why she was a bondswoman after all. Detective work was her thing, and a mysterious box in a closet definitely necessitated detective work.

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