Having fallen back to sleep after trying to recall her memories of the night before, all Emma had managed to remember up to, was where she had accidentally bumped into Miss Mills in the bathroom of the bar. Most things after that were a bit of a blur and she knew it must have been down to the shots of whiskey she was doing with Neal and Killian. She remembered knocking back shots with the pair and was trying to prove to them that she could out-drink them, whether she succeeded or not, she couldn't remember.
All that had been on her mind as she had drifted off back to sleep were those chocolate brown eyes and those plump burgundy colored lips that belonged to none other than Miss Mills.
The sun was now shining even brighter through Emma's window, and once again the light was hitting her directly in the face, although this time it was the sound of a lawn mower humming outside that actually woke her. "Ugh" Emma had groaned in response, as she rolled over onto her back and feeling the typical hangover headache that she'd already experienced more than a handful of times before, making her whole head pound.
Although sporting a major headache, Emma couldn't get the dream she'd just had off of her mind. It was a dream about Miss Mills, and it had made her wake up feeling quite turned on. As she clenched her thighs together, she felt the all too familiar ache between her legs, although today she also felt an unfamiliar ache there too, but she ignored it for the moment, as she closed her eyes and let her mind fill with images of Miss Mills from her dream once again.
Under her covers, Emma subconsciously trailed her fingers up over her stomach, until she cupped one of her breasts and caressed it. She let out a small hum at the feeling of her nipple hardening against the palm of her hand. Her other hand slowly moving down her stomach, over her abdomen until she reached between her legs. She wasn't even touching herself just yet, but she could feel the heat radiating from her sex, just from where her fingers were hovering. She started trailing her fingers over the skin of her inner thigh. She shifted her legs, dropping her knees to either side of her and pressing the heels of her feet a bit firmer into the mattress, to allow her fingers better access to the heat and wetness between them. She run her fingers through her wet folds, and discovered just exactly how wet the dream she had been having had made her. She felt a little sensitive as her fingers brushed over her entrance, so decided she would just focus on her clit. She drew her fingers up towards the small bundle of nerves and drew lazy circles around the outside of it, just teasing herself a little, before using three of her fingers to rub small, tight circles over it.
Emma bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, as her breathing became slightly ragged. Her other hand was toying with one of her nipples, rolling it between her finger and thumb. Her eyes were still shut tightly, thinking of how she wished it was Miss Mills' fingers rubbing over her clit, instead of her own.. or even more so she wished it was her tongue. Her hips bucked up slightly at the thought, and she could feel her orgasm building as her fingers circled her clit a bit faster.
"Emma sweetheart, are you awake yet?" Mary Margaret said as she knocked on Emma's door.
Emma's hand quickly moved from between her legs and her legs instantly snapped shut. Her eyes opened as she groaned in frustration from being disturbed. Her breathing was still a little labored though as she responded "Yeah Mom, I'm awake." and she silently pleaded her mother not to come into her bedroom.
The door opened a little and Mary Margaret's head peeked around the corner of it. "Lunch will be on the table in about five minutes." she said as she waltzed into Emma's room further and started to pick up Emma's dirty clothes from the floor.
Emma's eyes widened as she was still naked, and she didn't really want her mother to realize that she was naked under her covers either "Mo-om," she groaned, turning over onto her side and making sure her blanket was covering her properly "I can do that. I'll bring it down with me in a minute."
It seemed her mother had actually got the hint to leave, because she placed Emma's jeans on the back of the chair at Emma's desk "Okay. Well don't be long. Your father has come back from the station to have lunch with us." she said with a small smile and headed out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Emma rolled her eyes at the fact her door was left wide open and she waited until she could hear her mother downstairs and rustling about in the kitchen before she sat up. She glanced at the clock on her bed side, and it was almost midday. She yawned and stretched her arms out above her head, before leaning over to grab the pajamas from the end of her bed, that she would have normally put on before falling asleep. Was I really that out of it that I forgot to put these on? She shrugged and shook her head to herself.
She put the white tank top on, before slipping into the red shorts, and then headed downstairs. Emma's nose turned up a little at the smell of food "Smells great Mom." she lied as she passed her mother and headed towards the bathroom. Truth was that she felt too hungover to want to eat anything really, although she knew she'd have to force something down.
Once the bathroom door was locked, she walked over to toilet, pulled her shorts down and sat down. She shuddered slightly at the coldness of the seat on her skin, and yawned as she sat there. She winced a little as she wiped herself, realizing once again just how sore she felt, but what she didn't know was why? She shrugged the thought away for now, putting it down to just being a female. She pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink. She flipped on the warm water and squirted some of the awfully bright pink and floral smelling soap that her mother always insisted on buying, into her hands and lathered them up, before rinsing them off under the stream of water.
She looked in the mirror that was above the sink and her eyes widened at the reflection looking back at her. Holy shit. The little bit of mascara she'd had on the night before, was now all smeared under her eyes, making her look like some sort of evil panda. She picked up her wash cloth and run it under the water to give her face a quick wipe. She also realized that she had a god awful taste in her mouth and knew it was from the mixture of all the alcohol she had consumed the night before. She picked up the bottle of mouthwash and popped open the cap, quickly taking a sip of the blue liquid and rinsing it around her mouth before spitting it down the sink. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then left the bathroom. She went and joined her father, who was already sitting at the dining table. "Hey Dad."
"Hey sweetheart. Did you have a good night?" David asked.
Emma didn't really want to be letting on to her parents that she couldn't really remember a lot from last night, or the fact that she had a pounding headache from feeling hungover right now, so she just settled on "Yeah, it was great. How is it at the station?" she asked, quickly changing the subject. Her father was the Sheriff of Storybrooke. Emma had often gone to the station with her father as she was growing up, well once she had finally settled into the Nolan's household after being adopted by them at eight years old. Prior to that she had been thrown around from foster family to foster family. It had even taken Emma a good year or two to even start calling Mary Margaret and David, Mom and Dad, but now they were the only parents Emma needed and wanted and she wouldn't have it any other way "I'll have to stop by one day again. I miss sitting at my desk and pretending to file my own reports" she chuckled.
At that comment David's eyes lit up. He'd not had a day with Emma at the station for quite some time now, since she had been getting more grown up and juggling with having more school work to do, having a job of her own at Granny's and hanging out with her friends too ""I'd love that Emma. You're welcome there anytime, you know that. You'll be able to see the few changes I made with your suggestions too." he said with a beam.
Mary Margaret turned around "Emma? Where is your laundry?" She asked moving the empty laundry basket across the other side of the kitchen with her foot.
"Oh, sorry Mom. I'll go grab it after lunch." Emma said with a half guilty look on her face.
"Make sure you do, or I'll turn the machine on without your things and you'll be wearing dirty jeans to school tomorrow." she said firmly as she turned back towards the stove and stirred whatever it was that was in the pot. She picked up a board with a loaf of bread that had been freshly baked that morning, and bought the now cooled loaf of bread along with a sharp knife over to David so he could slice it. She quickly grabbed a dish cloth and picked up the pot of soup off the stove. "Emma, could you grab the bowls please?"
Emma did as she was asked and picked up three soup bowls from the cupboard, and laid them out into the three awaiting spots at the dining table. Without even being asked, she also picked up the tray of butter and the butter knife that was sitting on the counter.
"This smells delicious Mary Margaret." David said as he finished slicing up some bread for the three of them and started buttering the slices up.
Mary Margaret smiled proudly as she spooned the homemade chicken and vegetable soup into their bowls. She was always baking and cooking homemade food at the weekends, that was after sorting out her work. She was a teacher, but thankfully for Emma, not at Storybrooke High. Mary Margaret taught the 4th graders at Storybrooke Elementary. Emma always admired how hard working her mother was.
"Thanks Mom." Emma said with a false smile. She already knew she wouldn't be able to eat it all. She wished she could take some painkillers for her headache right now too, but knew if she done that, that her parents would wonder why she had a headache to begin with. She poured herself a glass of water from the jug on the table and had a big sip of it and then took a spoonful of her soup.
After about ten minutes of general chatter, listening to her parents talk about work and her parents asking her things about school, Emma had decided she was finished with her lunch. She'd managed to eat most of the soup and half of the bread before she told her mother she was full. She was waiting to be questioned about not eating it all, as normally Emma wasn't one for leaving food, of any kind, but she looked at her parents and they were hand in hand, and too busy talking to one another about their Anniversary, which was still a few months away. Emma rolled her eyes at their sappiness and excused herself from the table, after pouring herself another glass of water and taking it up to her room with her.
Emma put her glass down on her night stand and went to pick up her cell phone from the usual place, which was normally on charge on her nightstand, but realized it wasn't there. She heard it vibrate and then she remembered that she had fallen back to sleep this morning with it in her hand. She moved the sheets about and found the device under her pillow. The screen lit up, showing a new message from Ruby: Did you have a good night though? It seemed like you did. You don't remember much? Well that would probably be down to all those shots you had Em haha. Oh and Neal took you home.
Emma laid back on her bed and hit reply: Yeah from what I can remember I had a good night and I have the headache to prove it right now, lol. Soooo, again, tell me, who did you fuck? ;)
Well... do you remember who I kissed when we were all playing Spin the Bottle?
You mean when YOU were playing Spin the Bottle more like, and yeah, you kissed Belle.
Wait, OMG, you and Belle slept together?
Emma sat waiting for Ruby to reply. She knew her friend was keeping her waiting on purpose. Whilst waiting she sat up and pulled open the little drawer in her night stand and picked up the packet of Tylenol that she kept in her room, and popped two of them out. She took a sip of water and swallowed them down, hoping that they'd kick in quick enough to help ease her headache. She laid back onto her pillow when her phone vibrated, indicating that Ruby had replied: Well wouldn't you like to know? :P
OMG Rubes, just tell meeee. Don't make me beg, haha. Emma replied and then quickly went onto Snapchat and sent Ruby a Snap of herself with the puppy dog filter on and with a pouting look on her face and the caption: Look, how can you keep this face waiting? Haha.
Seeing as you asked so nicely... yessss, we did :D
Emma actually squealed in excitement for her best friend as she replied: HDSFKSJ, Ruuuuubes! So she really does like you back then :) Eeeeek, I'm so happy for you.
I think so. Do you think I should ask her out?
I don't even know why you're asking me anyway, I already know you're gonna ask her out, lol, but just for clarification, YASSSS girl, ask her out!
You know me too well :)
Emma smiled at that. She did know Ruby too well, and she guessed, well hoped that Ruby was the same with her too.
"Emma, this is the last chance to bring your laundry down." Mary Margret called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Shit, sorry. I'm doing it right now." she said sitting up.
"Language Emma."
Oops! "Sorry Mom," Emma replied apologetically, as she got up and began to gather the clothes from her floor. After collecting her clothes from last night and a few other things, she headed back down the metal to where her mother was waiting at the bottom to take them from her. "Sorry." Emma apologized once again as she handed the bundle of clothes over and then dashed back upstairs, closing her bedroom door behind her this time.
As she walked back over to her bed, from the corner of her eye she saw something shiny on the floor by her bed. She bent down and picked it up, and her heart stopped once she realized what the foil packet was; an empty condom wrapper. Emma instantly felt sick. She sat down on her bed, feeling a wave of dread wash over her, and she grabbed her phone as quick as she could and sent a text to Ruby: Wait.. did you say Neal took me home last night?
