Day 3, February 6th is Is this porn?
Aka the one I'm already enjoying far too much xd And the only one that will have a continuation on Day 6 😉
Regina rose both brows before glancing at the woman in front of her, at the way Emma kept on drumming her fingers on top of the formica surface of the table they were both seated at. The blonde's eyes were half closed, the glint of green elusive in a way that could have mistaken by shy if the brunette actress didn't know the woman in front of her. Sighing and putting down the papers the blonde had given her with no much but a grunt after asking her to follow her here before their shooting, Regina let out a sigh while brushing a strand of hair out of the blonde's eyes.
A movement, she thought while curling her fingers, shying away the blonde's sudden look at her she widened her eyes at her touch, that could have very well come from the very same papers she now had on her lap, the squiggly lines describing an almost exact same caress. The question that followed her movements, however, was enough for her to nibble the inside of her cheek; angry at the way she sounded; almost far too new, too naïve.
"So… what do you want me to say?"
The question was enough for Emma to swallow, picking the almost empty cup of chocolate she had asked to the barista before pushing Regina towards the darkest corner of the place. Something, Regina now thought, considering the detail on the pages she had read, that looked almost as suspicious as the blonde seemed to not want to look like.
"Mary Margaret was the one who showed them to me." The almost painful way the blonde's words are out of her mouth were enough for Regina to hide a smirk as she retracted her hands, carefully folding them in a way even her mother would have be proud. "She asked me if I saw it as… porn."
Regina could feel her right brow itching, almost raising as she glanced down to the detailed fanfic that stared back at her. No one else, she thought, but Mary Margaret would have printed something like this instead of sending a link. Opening her mouth, ready to point it out, she found herself catching the looks of two young girls, the both of them pointing at the table while muttering excitedly.
"Smile for the cameras dear." The mutter barely escaped her lips but Emma knew the way her body tensed and changed whenever they were seen by fans. Nothing major, almost imperceptible and yet as telling as the slight way Regina's eyes changed, some of the lustrous glow she had on them disappearing before she channeled the actress she was.
After they both waved warmly at the girls Emma kept on talking, tension seeping through the way she picked on the cuticles of her fingers before pinching the edge of her shirt, almost violently tensing before letting it go.
"I know it's not porn."
Regina snorted; the understatement of the century.
"It's fanfic." She replied, pretending to read the first few lines of the story once again, her eyes falling back to the moment the other version of her touched the blonde's counterpart, nails biting on flesh, leaving behind marks as she made her scream. "The question here is how Mary Margaret did even think that showing this to you was going to get her anywhere."
Emma threw at her a nasty glare, one Regina knew that didn't pack as much heat as she pretended to think it had and drank the remaining of her chocolate, blonde tresses falling in front of her eyes.
"I liked it."
The admission came quieter now than the other words she had been talking ever since Regina had been roused that very morning with some very insistent knocks on her door and for that the brunette bit down on her bottom lip and muttered an "I know." That made them both smile at each other for a moment.
"I've read better." The brunette added at the end, for good measure, while smirking smugly at Emma's sudden blush. "I can show you those if you like."
A/N So… nah, not smut -shrugs- One day I'll end up killed by anotherouatwriter here -and superfluous, probably- but I just like the trolling far too much.
