Abs
A bead of sweat followed gravity's pull over hills and valleys of muscle. Every flex led to a change in path, and oh sweet Lord was there a whole lot of flexing going on. Regina couldn't help but swallow. The sight before her eyes was enough to drain all moisture from her mouth. Emma continued with her workout, completely oblivious to her audience of one.
Push up, crunches, jacknives, all kinds of activities had been integrated into Emma's workout over the years. The icing on the cake at the end of each workout was a series of chin-ups. Now Regina had seen her fair share of chin-ups. What she hadn't seen was the sheriff drawing up on herself to the point that she was in the fetal position, but five feet above the ground.
The mayor licked her lips, watching the flex and roll as Emma pulled herself up to the bar on the lintel once more. It was only her fifth rep, but Emma dropped to the floor in a crash. Regina jumped almost out of her skin. If her life were a cartoon her skin would have shot off while an air horn sounded in the distance. "Shit." Emma grumbled, standing up to check the chin-up bar. It was hung off a sturdy lintel but she wanted to be sure she wasn't going to break the door with her activities.
Regina stood frozen in place as Emma turned and found the mayor staring at her, pale as a sheet. Regina couldn't fathom what was going on in Emma's head, or anything really. She was so captivated by the gleam of Emma's pale skin. The bruise on Emma's side was just beginning to form. "You're hurt." Regina sounded like a child asking mother about the existence of santa. Confusion, wonder and doubt all combining in one. That's what drove her to actually move.
Now it is Emma's turn to freeze as Regina reached forward and caressed the slowly purpling skin. Her hand wrapped around Emma's waist and pulled her closer. A shudder went down Emma's spine as she followed the queen's direction. The Queen's hands both stroked Emma's sides so gently that she shivered. Electricity filled the air between them as magic built up around the wound. The sensation of her side healing was probably the weirdest thing the Savior had ever experienced, but it was well worth it to have Regina standing so close to her.
Had she stopped staring at the Queen's cleavage, Emma might have noticed the fact that her only adornment was a sports bra and a pair of mini-shorts. It seemed to be a habit between them. Emma would go as casual as possible, and the Queen would wear her tightest pantsuits. Maybe the secret was that each knew the other loved it.
Finally the magic in the air dimmed, and electricity faded away leaving nothing but air between them. Not very much air at that. "You really should be more careful Ms. Swan. Next time I won't be here to save you."
Emma grabbed Regina around the waist and yanked her tight, removing any breaths of air between them. "Oh no, you're sure as hell going to be here distracting me every second of the day."
Regina tried to hide her gasp but Emma knew that sound too well. "Why would I do that?" Her voice trembled. How is that hotter than the Queen when she's angry? Emma didn't know what was going on but she very much enjoyed the shift.
"Because you wanna 'nother look at all I have to offer." Regina met Emma's eyes and they both sensed the challenge, the invitation.
Regina trailed a hand down Emma's rock hard abs, "Perhaps."