A/N: This is super short because I'm super busy, but I just couldn't resist these two. I hope to add more to it eventually, but I make no promises since I have so many other stories to finish.
Does anyone know if this ship has a name?
Emma wrapped herself in one of the wonderfully fluffy towels she'd discovered in the linen closet, glancing at herself in the foggy mirror and smiling. She, Emma Swan, was living in a house with five bedrooms and the best shower she'd ever used and, of course, Lily. The only person in the whole world who cared about her. The only person in the whole world she cared about.
She opened the door and stepped into the master bedroom, finding Lily as she'd left her—lying on her stomach on the bed, chin resting on her fists, watching TV. Lily looked up and smiled at her in that way that made Emma's face go warm.
"Come here," Lily said, and Emma did. It had become a routine over the weeks. As soon as Emma was out of the shower, Lily would draw another star on her wrist. Emma sat down on the bed and held out her arm, goosebumps breaking out as Lily moved the marker over her skin.
"One day I'll get this tattooed," Emma said softly. "So it'll never wash off."
Lily leaned forward to blow on the star, hoping to dry the ink before it smudged. "Don't do that," she said, although she was smiling. "Then I'll have to come up with another excuse to touch you." And then she kissed the small strip of skin between the star and the heel of Emma's hand.
Emma pulled her hand back and stared down at the star and the place where Lily's lips had been, and she suddenly agreed. She wanted this to be permanent, but she didn't want to lose this ritual. She didn't want to give up sitting so close.
Lily shifted her position on the bed, and Emma nearly pouted at how she moved away, but soon she was near again, sitting on her knees beside Emma. "Do I need one?" she asked, and for the first time the confident girl who had taught her how to steal and how to break into a house looked uncertain.
"One what?"
"An excuse to touch you." Lily reached out and tucked a strand of wet hair behind Emma's ear, leaving her hand in place, and Emma forgot to breathe.
She didn't know much about romance, but she knew in that moment that Lily was going to kiss her. And she knew she wanted her to. This wasn't best friends, this was something more. She tilted her face up in agreement. "Your excuse can be that you like me."
Lily grinned. "I like you," she whispered, and Emma could almost feel the words, Lily was so close. The brunette waited another second, a second that sent a shiver through Emma. Emma considered making the move herself, but she didn't want to screw this up. There was only one chance at a first kiss, and she didn't want to mess it up like she invariably messed everything up. And then, just as she felt like she was going to cry, she wanted this kiss so badly, Lily's lips met hers firmly.
It was sloppy, but Emma was pretty sure that it was perfect. That they were perfect. That she finally belonged somewhere. She put her arms around Lily and they kept kissing, again and again, until Lily was nipping with her teeth and soothing with her tongue and Emma had to break away because she couldn't breathe. And then Lily kissed her neck, down to the place where her towel began, a hand dusting over the damp material covering Emma's breasts.
"I like you too," Emma said, wincing at how lame that sounded. "I love you," she corrected, and she was pretty sure that she'd never spoken those words before.
Lily looked up at her, eyes shining. "Me too."