With him she's not the Savior, or a mother, or even a daughter- she's just Emma. It's a wonderful freedom that only he can offer.
She sighs happily as she rests her head on his chest. His naked skin is warm against her cheek. She smiles when she hears his heart beating in a slow and steady rhythm.
"What are you thinking, love?" He asks, running his fingers through her hair.
"That we waited too long to do this," she chuckles.
"Agreed," he murmurs.
Euphoria is running through her veins like lightning. His fingers softly caress her shoulder, slowly they drift down and up her arm.
"What are you doing?" She laughs.
"You have to guess," he teases as his fingers make more deliberate movements.
"You can't be serious."
"Concentrate, Swan."
"And if I get it wrong?"
He chuckles and she just sighs. "You are ridiculous."
"You won't at least try?"
She groans as she closes her eyes to concentrate. It was some kind of pattern that was for sure.
His fingers were warm and rough against her naked skin.
Concentrate, Emma.
Dot, dot, line. Maybe it was a word. "Is it a word?"
"Nope," he answers simply as his fingers move down to her wrist. She moves away from his chest so she can concentrate.
Dot, line, dot. Dot, line, dot.
"It is just nonsense!" She hisses.
"Wrong again, love." He says as he brings his fingers down to her rib cage. It tickles for a moment then is closely by a surge of warmth in her stomach. She groans in anger. "I'll give you a hint, it's useful."
"That helps a lot," she responds sarcastically. Her eyebrows knitted together with a frown.
He doesn't answer, he merely begins to trace the same pattern across her ribs. It's a fairly simple thing she doesn't know why she can't just concentrate. Perhaps it's because she can't stop thinking of ways to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
However, this time she notices the way one line goes across and the other goes up and down. "Is it a t?"
"How is a t useful?"
"I don't know! This isn't fair! I can't see what you are doing."
He grins and instantly she knows that this is what he's been hoping for. He gestures for her to roll away from him and she does so. His fingers trail across her side and find their resting place on her abdomen. He chuckles as he notices the red color entering her cheeks.
"You might want to pay attention, love."
She tears her eyes away from his and watches as he draws the shape on her stomach. It's a cross. Of course it's a freaking cross.
"Oh, I feel stupid. How simple is that? A cross."
"Wrong again," he says as his hand sinks lower and her heart stops as they land on her hip.
Heat rises in her stomach and damn it this time she's not going to fight it.
Sometime later, his head is resting on her shoulder and her fingers interlaced with his.
"Tell me what it was."
He chuckles and kisses her shoulder "It was a constellation. My men used to call it the Northern Cross, but it goes by another name. Cygnus, the swan."
Her heart beats like a wild bird against her ribs. "Like I would've known that!" She says trying to hide the fact that she's grinning like mad.
"That was rather the point, love."
She can't help but grin from ear to ear as she claims his lips for another kiss.
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