Belle asks Rumple about his feelings for Ariel. Merida finally wakes up in a strange world. Killian is the last to know he has a child on the way. And Robin sustains a nasty knock in the worst place!
Gold's Mansion
Neal had only returned to his father's home less than an hour ago, to shower and change, before heading back to the hospital. But the impression he'd left, on each of them, had been considerable. Ariel beamed with happiness at how easily her lover's oldest son had accepted her pregnancy. How he'd said how much he loved the idea of a sister, like he regards me as just one of his family? Me, pregnant by his married father? Belle was thinking about another of his comments: "Belle, dad, it sounds like you need to make an honest woman of this lady!"
Was he serious? Her husband seemed to be locked up in his own thoughts, as he sat playing on the living room floor, with Gideon and the boy's little red fire truck. After a while Ariel announced she wanted some fresh air, suggesting a walk down to the park. "I'll take Gideon. He loves it down there so much. Do either of you want to come?"
Rumple declined, wanting time to his thoughts. "Not this time, dearie, I've a few things to do for the rents next week. But Gideon would love it, I'm sure. Belle, perhaps you'd like to go with her?"
Sensing he wanted to talk, Belle looked up at Ariel. "Actually, I need to get the laundry sorted, as it's my turn. I'll stay back, if it's OK with you, babe?"
"No problem. I'll be back in an hour…"
Within a few minutes, she'd left, taking Gideon in the buggy, leaving them to their thoughts, until eventually, Belle sat down by the kitchen table, facing him. "Rumple?"
"Something bothering you, dearie?"
"She moved in here just over four months ago; and now, well, so much has changed between all three of us. Not least the fact she's pregnant! We haven't really discussed it but…something Neal said, made me think. You know how I feel about her, but…what's your feelings for her?"
Rumple's brow rose. "I thought you already knew. After the last few months. Our talks…"
"Yes but…things have changed, haven't they? She's carrying your daughter. This is…important."
"As you carried our son. I'm not sure I'm following you."
"Those divorce papers. The ones you drew up for me to sign. Could you bring them to me?"
He frowned, wondering where this was leading. However, he demurred, holding out his hand as a twenty-page document magically appeared in it. "I signed my half; I left it for you to sign should you ever wish."
She held the document in her hands, not bothering to look inside. "Can you see yourself ever wanting this?"
"No. But the decision was left for you, so you could lead your own life...unencumbered."
"Well, as I've told you, on numerous occasions these last months, I love you, Rumpelstiltskin! I love you, and want to remain your wife!" With that, she took the agreement and ripped it in half in front of him, then into quarters, putting it down on the table. "There now, that's one thing out of the way! So…about Ariel?"
Rumple brightened, seeing the look she gave him, "She's taken quite the place in our hearts, hasn't she? A truly extraordinary being. What about her?"
Typical Rumple, answering a question with a question. "Do YOU love her? Are YOU in love with her?"
"You already know the answer to that, dearie. Yes, to both. I was, even before we knew she was pregnant."
"And now she's carrying your child. Your daughter…"
"Our child. Our daughter!"
"Yes. Yours and Ariel's. Just as Gideon is yours and mine.
"And your point?" He knew where she was going, but needed her to say it. To know it was mutual.
"I want to be a mother to your daughter. Just as I want Ariel to be a mother to our son."
His brow arched even further, but the smile held. "You want me to draw up the necessary documents to share custody? It shouldn't be difficult."
It was the smirk that irritated her. "Are you deliberately being obtuse? You know full well what I'm trying to say!"
He placed a warm hand over hers as she gripped her cup even tighter. "Then try harder, Belle! Words have meaning. I should know, given my history. Tell me, what precisely, do you want?"
She sighed, knowing that if he wasn't in agreement, it could all backfire. "I'm in love with both of you! The last few months have been the happiest of my life. Yes, a big part of that was getting Gideon back, but it's more than that. It's you. And Ariel. I'm in love…and I want us all to be together. Forever."
"You'd like to put things on a more…legal basis? You want to marry Ariel?"
"I want US to marry Ariel, together, if she'll have us. I want what the Briars have! I want our son and daughter to have the love, and security of all three of us. Have you seen Mulan these days? She's a different person. And Robin, with Emma and Regina? Am I asking too much in wanting something like that for us?"
Storybrooke Hospital
It was shortly after six in the morning, when Queen Merida finally opened her eyes.
Her breath hitched as she started to panic, sights before her slowly coming into focus. She found herself lying on some sort of bedding, in a cream, dimly-lit room, with various strange objects making even stranger noises. As she realized there was something stuck down her throat, she gagged repeatedly. Moments later, she heard a soft, calm female voice close by. She whispered as loud as she could without waking others in the room. "Stay still! You're 're lying in a hospital bed, with a tube down your throat. It's been helping you breath. Now stay very, very still, while I pull it out…" Warm, confident hands lifted her chin up and she felt a slithery object being pulled out of her throat, causing her to gag once again. "There now…" said the soothing voice. "Welcome back, your majesty! Now, you've had the tube down there a couple of days now. So, try not to speak just yet, as it'll be extremely sore! I'll give you a sip of water in a minute."
She couldn't lift her head or body. So, her nervous eyes darted around to pick on anything she could relate to. Where the hell am I? Who are these people? Where's my family?
As she gathered her breath to speak regardless, she only felt a squeak come out. "Where…?"
"Hey, don't try to speak!" the woman repeated, seeing the panic on her face. "Lie still and let me explain?" she said more forcefully, though still whispering. "Merida, you were hurt quite badly, in your own realm. You received an arrow into the back of your head. Professor Sage, or 'Merlin' as you might know him, brought you back here, as your injuries were too serious and couldn't be fixed where you were. You're now in a town called Storybrooke, in our hospital, and you had an operation. Do you understand what I'm saying so far? Just nod, if you do."
The queen slowly nodded a fraction, stopping when she felt the dull ache at the back of her head. The kindly woman seemed now to be dabbing at her lips with a very damp cloth. "You must be very thirsty, but if I give you water straight away, you'll be sick. Suck on this first? You've been unconscious for days…"
She sucked on the cloth as instructed, but her thoughts raced back to her family. To the battle with the Dark Knight. "My…my…" she croaked.
"My name's Chloë, and I'm a nurse here. Your mum and Neal are just over there," she pointed. "They've been watching over you ever since you arrived…"
"Mamma's here?" she croaked again, trying to move her head to look around. What the hell happened? how did they get here?
"Just rest your throat a few minutes. We had to strap your head down after the operation, but I'll take them off in a moment. I'm whispering because your mum and Mr. Cassidy are asleep on the couch just over there. They've been awake all night, and I didn't want to wake them just yet, till I saw how you were. Relax, and we'll answer all your questions when you're ready."
There was something very settling about the young nurse, so Merida calmed, waiting as Chloë seemed to fiddle with something behind her. Moments later, she felt her head become less rigid, so she rolled it to one side. The first thing she saw almost took her breath away. On a small blue couch, sat two adults, slumped together. Neal was half laying back, clearly deep in sleep, with her mother resting against him, her head slumped across his chest, also asleep. Neal's arm lay around her shoulder, as if comforting her. The sight nearly broke her heart as she thought what she may have just put them all through. They've been here the whole time!
"Mamma?" she croaked, a little louder. Though her throat felt like it had a dagger in it!
Eleanor's eyes slowly flickered open, everything a blur. Looking down, she saw a small patch of dribble she seemed to have left on the man currently holding her as she nuzzled into him. Looking up slowly, her eyes refocused on the most wonderful sight she would ever see.
Merida!
"MERIDA?" Eleanor gasped. "YE"RE AWAKE?" The yell bringing Neal out of his own sleep. "THANK THE GODS! YOU'RE AWAKE!" Her eyes instantly filling with tears as her daughter's face slowly grew into a smile.
"Hi mamma. Miss me?" she wheezed, as her mother instantly stood, dashing across. Seeing her girl lying still, she lowered herself to press a warm kiss on her cheek and a hand on her arm.
"Ye have no idea, child! I thought we'd lost ye - we nearly did." she pressed more kisses to her cheek and her forehead, being carefully not to go near the injuries. Merida saw the tears.
"Ye canna get rid of me that easy, mamma!" she whispered. "An' I see ye brought that wastrel along?" she smiled, seeing Neal approaching the bed, his face a huge, relieved grin.
"Hi Ginge!" he knew his nickname still slightly irritated her. "How's your head? Personally, I always recommend stopping arrows with shields? It's a lot less painful…" he moved beside Eleanor, leaning down to place a warm kiss on the very edge of her mouth, making her grin.
"Keep callin' me Ginge, an' I'll try using yer arse instead!" she croaked, making him cackle.
"I like Ginger! Definitely my favourite colour on a lion...or a queen!" He bent down as she scowled, stealing another kiss, which she welcomed, but wasn't going to tell him that! "Your throat sounds too dry, queeny! Try not to talk till you've had a drink."
She gave him a tired smile, but tried speaking regardless. "Ma heed hurts like hell!"
"OK, Chloëjust popped out, so let me go find a nurse or someone." He placed his hands gently on her cheeks to deliver a third, warm kiss, this time on the mouth. "Try not to run away…" he grinned, before stepping back to go find someone.
"Like I can do that, ye bampot!" she rolled her eyes at his departing form. Her mother moved back into his space.
Eleanor smiled at their interaction, leaning over. "Ye know, he's been around ever since they brought ye in here? Day and night, he's no left - until I finally sent him away to change!"
"He has?" she gave a tired smile.
"Aye. He seems awfy keen, ma gurl! Ye could do a lot worse."
"Now don't go startin' matchmakin', momma!" at least not yet!
Word soon went around that the DunBroch queen's life had been saved. Merida's brothers raced back to be with their sister and before long the hospital was once again rowdy, this time in happy relief rather than despair. After a busy hour in her room, Professors Sage and Whale came to visit the patient.
"My ma tells me yer the man I owe ma life to, Professor Whale?"
"Just call me Victor. It's kind of you to say but, I think the people here getting you back so quickly is what really saved your life. But it was certainly a close thing! Now then, I do need to examine you, Merida. So perhaps the rest of these people could step outside till I'm finished?"
"Ye heard the man!" yelled Eleanor, taking control. "Everybody oot! Ye can all see her again tomorrow!" amid groans, the reluctant family marched out, already agreeing to hold some sort of celebration party that night.
~oOo~
The examination was brief, and Merida went back to sleep for a good two hours before she woke to find Neal, again, sitting on the couch. A slight knock on the door and a nurse popped her head in, to say there were two visitors outside, who'd been waiting patiently till she woke. When Neal asked who, she answered:
"Mrs. Lucas and Mrs. Briar. They say they knew the patient some years ago? They say they're friends."
Lucas and Briar? The last names meant nothing to Merida, though when she nodded and the nurse let them in, her face broadened into a huge grin when she instantly recognised her old friends. "Ruby? Mulan?"
"Hiya, Merida…sorry, Your Majesty!" Ruby stepped towards her, giving the briefest of curtseys as Mulan gave a small, respectful bow.
"Stop! I'll have none of that - I'm just Merida to the two of ye! You can call me anything…anything but 'Ginge!' she glared at Neal, who'd been sitting down, grinning. She poked a tongue out at him. "It's grand to see the pair o' ye! I've missed ye both since we took on that witch together. So, you're both 'Mrs.' now? Who're the lucky guys?"
"Well, in my case, it's a lucky girl," answered Ruby. "I have a wife. She's called Dorothy, and we wed two years ago. We have a son now too."
"Two lassies gettin' wed? Well I never! Mind, that sounds awfy sensible, if ye ask me; especially with some of the daft buggers that pass for men these days!" she looked right back at Neal, who silently chuckled. "And what about you, Mulan?"
"I have a wife too, and a husband! I married them both the same day Ruby wed Dorothy. We have a son, and a daughter, and my Rory's just found out she's pregnant again."
"She is?" Neal stood, walking across to the pair. "That's great! Congratulations, both of you." He took Ruby into a gentle, short hug before doing the same to Mulan. "Seems everyone's getting pregnant around here? I just found out Ariel's having one, with my dad, too!"
"Ariel?" Ruby tried to act surprised, and was so tempted to one-up on him, by telling him about Snow White's condition, but remembering her promise to her friend, she held back. Neal looked lovingly down at Merida, whose brow went up. "Hey, don't you go lookin' at me like that, Cassidy! I'm no' ready to have bairns yet! I've a country to reclaim!"
His eyes twinkled. "You said 'yet'! So...you'd like to have children…with me? One day?"
She recognised that look. And the hint of lust behind it. Yes, she could picture herself raising a child with him. "Mebbe. One day…"
The Jolly Roger
A little later, the two couples sat over lunch in the ship's dining quarters.
"So, let me get this right," his face bore no hint of emotion as the wolf told him. "Emma and Regina, spotted your wife and my wife, in flagrante, behind a tree outside the Rabbit Hole?"
"We weren't having sex, Killian!" protested Rosie, at the way he worded it. "We were just kissing and cuddling. Nothing more!" She looked into her husband's eyes, now wary of his reaction. "We'd all agreed this was okay before you left, if you recall?"
The captain stared into his wife's eyes, saying nothing for a moment but seeing her nervousness. He looked up at Dorothy Lucas, who also seemed anxious, chewing on her lip. "Aye love, we did. I'm not upset. After all, the four of us have been…intimate with one other. I guess my only concern is that, with our situation being known publicly, whether it will affect our sons' upbringing in this place, in any way?"
"I don't see why," Ruby was now on her knees alongside Liam, playing with a toy sailing ship. "We're all happy, and it's our business after all! We don't answer to anyone, do we? Do you…not want this to continue?"
"I do. But I'm the only man in this…relationship. If my beloved wife is happy for this to continue, then so am I. But we do have Liam and Nathaniel to consider."
"I'm happy," said Rosie. "And if some other people don't like it, well fuck em'! Killian, what we have here is special. You're my soulmate, and my husband. You're everything to me and what we have with Liam is wonderful. But we've gained something 'extra' with Ruby and Dot, which is also special. It's a lot more than just sex, isn't it? At least it is to me…" she looked cautiously at the other couple, nervous for their reactions.
Dorothy placed a soft hand over Rosie's as she clenched her napkin a little too tightly. "It is for me, too. You two have given us something amazing, and I'm not just taking about Nat. I want you both in our lives. Even more so, now with Ruby…" she stopped, realizing she was about to say too much. "Ruby?"
The wolf nodded, getting up from her knees to approach the table, before sitting next to Killian. Rosie smiled, also giving her an encouraging nod. "I meant to tell you something important yesterday, when you got back from DunBroch. But what with Merida injured, and all that stuff, it slipped my mind completely." She rose again, to stand closer, lifting his restored left hand, placing it against her abdomen.
Killian's eyes bulged. "You…you're pregnant? Already?" he gasped as Ruby nodded. He turned to gauge Rosie and Dorothy's reaction, finding both women beaming back.
"Yeah. It's early days yet. The clinic think I'm about six weeks gone. I was trying to keep it quiet but…well, Snow and Emma know now."
Realising the three of them all seemed to be happy with the outcome, he stood, to slowly wrap his arms around the pregnant woman. "Well that's marvellous, Rubes!" before placing his lips gently on her own in a warm, light kiss. "Congratulations."
"You seem to have very powerful swimmers, Captain Jones," said Rosie, standing to move to his right side. "It appears, just like me and Dorothy, that she conceived almost at the first attempt! Congratulations once again…mummy and daddy!"
"Mummies and daddy!" Ruby corrected, stepping back from Killian to take Rosie into her own arms, delivering a short kiss to her own lips. "Three mummies, not two! You were in at the start, remember? Without your permission, this wouldn't even be happening. I'll never forget this, Rosie. It may be Killian, with Dot and my DNA, but I regard you as another mummy to this one too, if you'd like to be?"
Mifflin Street
Philip and Regina stood side-by-side at the kitchen sink, coffees in hand, watching all the others playing on the back lawn. On one side, Mulan was play-fighting with Roland and Philip Junior (or Pip, as everybody called him) using wooden swords. On the other side of the lawn, Emma and Margot were breaking into the little wooden fort containing Robin and Honour. In a peaceful corner away from the noisy adults, Aurora was playing in a Wendy House with Faith, Hope and her daughter Li.
"How on earth do you cope?" asked the mayor.
"Hmm? Cope with what?" replied Regina, looking back at him.
"With five kids. How do you cope? We've only got two, between three of us, and we're still shattered at the end of the week. Yet you lot seem to have got it all…sorted."
She chuckled. "Looks can be deceptive, Mr. Mayor! You should see the three of us most Saturday nights, after the children have run us ragged! Believe me, the difference between raising two and three isn't that much…" She raised her brow at him, giving him a knowing look.
"Ah. So you've heard? No doubt through the Storybrooke grapevine?"
"There have been rumours. Plus, the Prenatal Unit at Storybrooke Hospital has been a lot busier than normal…"
Philip laughed, happily. "I had a feeling it would get around. Yes, it's true. Aurora's expecting."
"Good for you!" she clinked her cup against his. "And congratulations. We need more new life here and Emma and I have definitely done more than our bit!"
"No argument there. With five kids, plus Henry, you'll never be lonely, Regina!"
"You can count him in – Henry's recently proving to be the biggest 'kid' of all!"
"And quite a hit with the young ladies around here, so I'm told? I'm almost starting to feel quite jealous!" he grinned. She was about to give a sarky retort about having two wives, not one, when a loud yell came from the garden. Emma had leapt onto Robin's back, while Honour crept under his legs. They watched from the window as Robin suddenly yelped in pain. It seemed Honour had lifted her head up, and accidentally caught him rather awkwardly between the legs. He clutched at his crotch as he dropped to his knees. Emma felt him drop down, but couldn't resist laughing, much like her wife, watching from the window.
"Ooh - right in the nuts! You're right, Regina, you're definitely not having any more kids! You've no idea what that feels like!"
"Nothing compared to giving birth, Philip, I assure you!"
~oOo~
"So, Sheriff Locksley, how does it feel being back in the job?" asked Philip, as Robin and Regina passed the salad bowls and other food around the dining table. The two large families gathered around the extended table as Emma started to pour wine. Aurora politely declined, moving to pick up the bottled water. "They know, Rory," Philip winked, looking towards her abdomen. Aurora looked up, with a shy smile, as the remaining adults wished the trio good luck in her pregnancy.
"Mu, you're slowing up with the sword these days!" joked Robin, passing her the plate of meat. "It's not like you to be taken down by a couple of youngsters like Roland and Pip, even at your ripe old age!"
The former warrior merely chuckled at her best friend. "Old age? You can talk, old man? One little knock in the dangly bits from Honour here, and you went down like a sack of potatoes!" The rest of the table guffawed with laughter at the memory, Robin wincing.
"Too true!" he agreed. "I could hardly breath when she did that; not helped by Emma jumping on my back, mind! It still hurts, even now…" he looked to his wives, trying to elicit at least a little sympathy. There was none.
Emma gave a wicked grin, before leaning across to whisper in his ear. "Never mind, I'll kiss it better tonight!" earning a surprised look from Robin and a suspicious glare from Regina.
"What was that, Emma?"
Unfortunately, Emma didn't realise she'd been overheard until Margot's voice suddenly piped up. "Ma said 'Never mind, I'll kiss it better tonight', mum!"
At that, the Briars roared with laughter, Regina choked on her food, Emma and Robin's cheeks went scarlet, and the children didn't know what all the fuss was about.
"Mamma, why's everyone laughing?" said a confused Honour.
Later that evening
After a surprisingly lively, pleasant afternoon and early evening with the Briar family, Henry appeared unexpectedly, to the delight of his mothers, at the mansion.
"Sorry, I've been spending so much time away, what with dad, DunBroch and everything. I've missed you guys! Mind if I stay until I go back to New York?"
All previous annoyance with his recent actions forgiven, Robin smiled as he watched Emma and Regina latch onto their eldest in a tight maternal hug. "You should know you never need to ask that question, Henry. This is your home, after all…" said Regina.
"She's right, Hen," Emma added. "Though you should know by now, there's a price to pay for going away like that. Namely, you're going to be reading the bedtime stories this week!" That produced a cheer from his sisters.
"I guess I can do that." At his words, Honour and Margot dragged their beloved eldest brother, pulling him from them to take him upstairs, so he could read to them and tell them about his recent adventures.
"I want to know about Merida!" asked Margot. "I watched Brave last week! is she as good with a bow and arrow as daddy?" Henry chuntered up the stairs with his little sisters either side, to the blessed relief of his parents.
"You mean Queen Merida, my dad's girlfriend?" Henry's words produced a gasp from the little redhead, dragging him into their room for the details.
~oOo~
Robin was the last to change and prepare for bed, having decided to go for a long soak in the bath, stealing some of Regina's favourite oil in the process. He'd yelled for his wives to join him, but both felt too tired. After brushing his teeth, he finally emerged into the bedroom in his dressing gown, to find both Regina and Emma sitting propped upright on either side, books in front of them, their reading glasses on. He breathed a happy sigh.
"You know, with those glasses, you look like a couple of wise owls! Two extremely sexy, wise owls, mind…"
"I don't know whether to be insulted, disgusted or flattered by that, Locksley?" Emma removed hers, putting her book on the side table. "It's your turn in the middle. Get in." she ordered, clambering out to allow him to slide in. He was delighted to obey. Since he'd moved into their bed some two years ago, the three of them had tried to ensure that every night they would swap, with each of them having a turn in the middle. It did sometimes have a downside too. Regina would occasionally wake up a little too hot with both bodies so close; and often either Emma or Robin would wake up needing a pee, far too early, with the resulting difficulty of clambering out of the bed without waking the others. But the turn in the middle was always worth it, for the wonderful feeling of being enveloped by their loves. Robin, having the broader chest, was always used as a pillow, and there was the added delight of often waking up to the sensation of two beautiful bodies pressing into him, a blonde and brunette head either side on his chest.
Regina snuggled tightly into his left. "I thought today went rather well, didn't you? It's nice to have another poly thruple around. I got to know Philip better, too. Fascinating young man and a little more intelligent than I first thought. Did you know he spoke fluent Spanish?"
Emma rested her head on Robin's right side as she snuggled in, her face inches from Regina's. "Yeah, I saw you flirting with our young mayor! Can't blame you, mind. He's a pretty good boss and good looking, too."
"Are you two trying to get me jealous? Flirting with and complimenting another man?" Robin's voice rumbled into their ears from his chest. "Because if you are, it's working."
"Like you can talk?" Regina shipped in. "We saw you, with the princess!" She then gave a terrible impression of Robin's English accent. "Oh, you're positively glowing, Rory! Pregnancy looks wonderful on you, Rory! You look delightful today, Rory! Let me help you up, Aurora!" Emma laughed, snuggling in even tighter.
It was Robin's turn to arch a brow. "Was that supposed to be me? Gina, if I so much as talk to another woman who isn't Emma, you think I'm flirting! Emma's the one for real flirting. Did you see her with Mulan? Mounting her like that? It was positively indecent…" It was Regina's turn to laugh.
"I did no such thing!" growled the blonde, slapping him. "It was bloody Roland! We were playing twister and he deliberately pushed me over. I fell right on top of her! It was embarrassing…"
"Bloody funny though! I'm sure Mu had no problem with that. Probably a pleasant surprise!"
"Oh, shut up!" she lightly slapped his belly again, making his muscles tense. "Still, you're right, it was a great afternoon. It was nice spending time with another family who understand us, not looking at me as though I'm perverted, or wondering what we get up to at night!"
He brought his arms around their shoulders, pulling them into him and placing a light kiss on both heads. "They're a very happy trio; Pip and Li are lucky, just like our brood. And it looks like things are also happening with the other thruple in town..."
Regina's brow rose. "The Golds and the mermaid? Why, what's happening there?"
"Rumple asked Maria if she'd babysit tomorrow night. As she's engaged to Merlin's son, he thought Gideon would be safest there. Apparently, they're taking Ariel out to Pierre Roche's restaurant. Going for the limo, the works, everything, just like Emma and I did! Things are getting serious"
"Which reminds me, we forgot to tell you, Robin. Ariel's pregnant."
"She is? Blimey, everybody's having babies again. That's Aurora, Snow and now Ariel…"
"And Ruby! We just found out the same day. It's Killian's." added Emma.
"Ruby? Killian and his wife do seem awfully close to the Lucas family."
"More than you know. I wouldn't be surprised if eventually, Storybrooke winds up with its first 'quad' wedding!"
"I've never even heard of one of those. Sounds an interesting idea, though."
"Not for you, thief!" Regina growled, letting her hand roam over his lower stomach, where her fingers found Emma's, interlinking them, and together they slipped further down into his bed shorts. "No way are you having a third wife! Though a second husband, for us, might balance things out a bit."
He loved feeling their warm hands coursing over his lower regions, the inevitable erection quickly forming.
"Then I'll try to persuade you otherwise! Mind you, I seem to recall Emma promising to 'kiss something better'? It was an awfully hard knock, after all!"
"Trust you to remember that!" said the blonde.
"Well...a promise is a promise, my dear..." her wife unhelpfully added, moving their hands lower as Emma began kissing his chest and moving south.
~oOo~