Imagine Emma and Regina as friends, sending drunk snapchats to Mary Margaret. They start with a few funny faces and pictures of cider but after some more glasses it suddenly seems like a good idea to send snaps of them making out. Prompt from Tumblr :)
Regina's lip twitched as she watched Emma fiddle with her new phone.
"Hey babe look, I finally got that app Mary Margaret's been talking about!" Emma exclaimed happily, shuffling closer to Regina.
The older woman frowned as she looked at the phone and saw the two of them on the screen. "What app would that be then, dear?"
Emma shrugged. "Dunno, snapchat? Weird name, but look-" Emma said, moving to the home page. "She's already sent me seven..."
Emma opened them one by one, rolling her eyes. They were all official looking, with her not smiling- very much like a prison headshot- which made Emma snigger. Regina frowned at Emma.
"What's so funny?" Emma rolled her eyes, and tried to explain.
"Okay, so you're like fairytale people, yeah?" Regina nodded slowly, not sure where Emma was going with this. "Okay, so you're like wizards and I'm a muggle-"
"But you have magic," Regina interrupted, not liking this analogy. Emma would make her out to be Bellatrix- or worse, Voldemort. She shuddered at that thought.
But Emma shook her head violently and pressed a finger to Regina's mouth. She could tell the blonde was drunk at how sloppily her hand felt her mouth. "Shhh, young one."
Regina grinned then, but kept her mouth shut, waiting for her to continue. "So, wizard you, muggle me yeah?" Regina nodded. "Cool. So, this is a kid thing. They love their faces and selfie them to each other with a caption like-" Regina was frowning at Emma- what on Earth was a selfie?- but she jumped when she heard the click.
"What did you-"
"Snapchatted!" Emma giggled as she typed on her phone before shoving it in Regina's face. Regina had to prise the phone from her girlfriend's hand to get a proper look. She grinned at the image.
Emma was pouting and Regina, confused about the selfie, was frowning at her. Emma had captioned it 'in trouble... again.'
"It's fun, see! But mom, she doesn't get that. She gave us prison shots!" Regina cackled at that. She passed the phone back to Emma who sent the snap out.
"That's true, dear. Your mother struggles with children's toys and how to have fun, despite the fact she's four years old." Regina teased, wrapping her arm around Emma's middle and kissing her head.
Another shot.
She pulled her head from Emma's to see the picture. With Regina's face buried in Emma's hair, and a terrified look on Emma's face and a caption that read 'she's preparing my death, she'll bite my throat and take my blood' Regina knew that this app was the greatest form of torture for her 'beloved' Snow. She smirked.
"Give it here," Emma passed the brunette the phone, allowing her to take a picture of the several bottles of alcohol loitering around them, sending that out with the caption "looks like someone's been drinking". The two had been cleaning out the cupboard and had found nine empty bottles and now Regina could finally put them to good use. "Lie on the floor with them, dear."
Emma grinned, doing as she was told, even hugging one close to her. Regina snickered as she took the picture, captioning it, "I wonder who". Before sending that one out to all the contacts.
The blonde came back up from the floor to sit on the sofa beside Regina, placing a kiss to the brunette's cheek. Regina's suddenly grinned wickedly. "Emma..." The blonde lifted her head at the woman's suggestive tone.
"What!?" Regina smirked.
"Let me get my revenge once and for all?" Emma's mouth dropped at Regina's lustful tone. The Sheriff could only swallow and nod as Regina's fingers rubbed soft circles on her thigh. Emma moaned lightly when Regina's lips hit her mouth.
Their tongues met and Emma raised her hands to clumsily clutch Regina's face, but she beat the blonde to it, her hands grabbing Emma's jaw to pull her closer, as the Mayor snapped another photo, sending this one out with no caption.
She slowly worked at relaxing Emma, gently pushing the blonde down until she was lying flat on the sofa, her eyes black as she gazed at Regina, holding onto the lapels of her blazer. Regina crawled up and positioned herself on Emma's stomach, straddling her.
The mayor took one last snap of her nipping Emma's neck and the blonde's head thrown back, captioned.
"Finally conquered the saviour ;)"
They both knew they'd have hell to pay tomorrow morning at Granny's, but at this point, neither cared.