Prompt: Emma stumbles on Regina exercising.
Author's note: I tried a bit of a challenge meeting this one. Limiting myself to the equivalent of six tweets. At 140 characters each that meant making a really tight story. What a challenge!
Author's note 2: This is the slightly fleshed out version. (There are seven "tweets" here.)
Exercise
The brunette stepped off the treadmill, reached for a towel, patting at sweat coating her throat before Emma could make her tongue work.
"What did you think, dear? It was magic?"
"Well, um, yeah."
"I used to ride horses, swim in the lake growing up. I may have sat behind a desk for the last 10 years, but I'm never one to be idle."
"I can see that. Boy, can I see that." Emma's gaze swept her from toe to head and back again.
Regina stepped forward. Emma met her in that zone of personal space neither had ever recognized as existing.
A damp finger slid along Emma's collarbone. "You want to know what else I do for exercise... Sheriff?"