Anonymous - Swan Queen: Emma has a hickey and Mary Margaret sees it. She won't stop asking who gave it to her.
Aw, crap. Emma froze as she was brushing her teeth, noticing the bright purple and red bruise on her neck for the first time. She blushed as she recalled the last night's events. Her secret trysts with Regina had been taking an exciting new turn lately and Emma wasn't complaining – although this new discovery was a bit worrying. I guess I'll just wear a scarf today, she decided as she rinsed out her mouth. Unfortunately, she hadn't factored running into her roommate on her way back to her bedroom.
"Oh, Emma, I'm sorry, I just forgot to – Emma?" Mary Margaret went slightly pink and looked at the blonde suspiciously, who currently resembled a deer caught in the headlights. "Emma, is that... is that a hickey on your neck?"
"Uh... no, I just... yeah?" Emma bit her lip as Mary Margaret gasped.
"Well, I knew you were out late, but... wow! Who from? No, don't answer that, I'm prying." She smiled apologetically and made her way into the bathroom, but paused and whipped around again. "Was it Graham? It has to be Graham, oh gosh, have you two finally... you know..."
Emma sighed. "No, Mary Margaret, it's not from Graham. Look, it doesn't matter, I'll just go and – " She was cut off by a beeping from her phone, and quickly pulled it out of her pocket.
Regina Mills: I get the feeling you won't be wearing a tank top today.
Emma blushed furiously and made to stuff the phone away, but her roommate noticed her obvious embarrassment.
"It's him! You totally just got a morning after text!" Emma backed away and shook her head, but she underestimated the smaller woman's speed and the phone was snatched out of her hands before she had time to run.
Mary Margaret glanced down at the phone, gasped, and instantly shoved it back towards Emma, her face burning red. "I'm so, so sorry, that was incredibly rude of me, I should not have seen that, oh Emma, please forgive me, I swear I won't tell –"
"Hey! Stop. It's... it's okay." Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Just keep it quiet, yeah?"
Mary Margaret nodded furiously, coughed and dashed towards the door. She paused for a moment in the doorway and glanced back at Emma. "You know... I'm impressed."
Emma stood stunned for a few seconds after her roommate had left. "Right," she mumbled, and walked back to her bedroom in a daze. "Better find that goddamned scarf."