"Moms! I'm home," Henry yells as he comes storming through the house sounding more reminiscent of a herd of elephants than one twelve year old boy.
"So much for cuddling quietly on the couch while our son is out with his grandfather," Emma moans tiredly as her son's constant noise makes ignoring him impossible. Regina hums her acknowledgment before curling her arms more securely around her wife's torso and burying her face further into her neck, placing soft pecks upon any skin she can reach.
"But we did cuddle on the couch quietly while our son was with his grandfather," Regina replies in between pecks to her wife's clavicle. Emma catches her wife's chin in between her fingers before drawing her ever closer and placing a chaste but promising kiss on her lips.
"That we did," Emma replied cheekily. "I just wish it wasn't already over."