May muses 20: Noises
Day 20 of May Muses! My idea for today: Well, it's a very common oneshot that I haven't got around to until now ;).
"That's it, right there!" Snow cried out elated.
"Here?" Charming grunted in return.
"Yes, there!" Snow responded, sounding even more excited.
"Ok, you're the boss."
Emma could not believe what she was hearing. It was bad enough when she had come in with the kid and found them at it in the middle of the day. At least there was a good enough reason then, the curse had just broken and they were finally properly reunited after Emma and Snow got back from the Enchanted Forest. But now?! In Emma's bed?! No, that was taking things too far. She wasn't standing for that. Emma stormed up the stairs and pounded on her own bedroom door.
"Emma?" Snow squeaked. She wasn't due home for a couple of hours yet!
"Yeah, it's me. Put some damn clothes back on and get out here. I need to bleach the entire contents of my room!"
"Clothes on?" Charming asked. He and Snow looked at each other. They just understood what Emma thought they were doing. They couldn't help but snigger.
"It's not funny!" Emma protested. "You have a perfectly good bed down here if needs must!" Still sniggering, Snow partially opened the door.
"Emma, your father and I weren't doing anything untoward in here." She promised her. She frowned slightly. "I had hoped I'd be able to surprise you with the finished article." She flung open the door. Emma gasped. Her parents had redecorated her entire room.
"Mary Margaret's tastes were a bit old fashioned." Snow explained. "I thought your room should be updated. If you don't like it, we can sort something out I'm sure…"
"I love it." Emma responded, a massive smile spreading across her face. Snow and Charming grinned at each other. Mission complete.
Emma awoke much earlier after spending the night in her brand new bed in her brand new room. She awoke to the sounds of her parents moving furniture around downstairs.
"Yes, that's it!"
"I can't hold it much longer, Snow!"
"Me either!" Emma checked the clock on her phone. It was five in the morning. Who moves furniture at five am? She grudgingly got out of bed to tell them to hold off for a few hours.
"Guys, don't you think that…" Emma froze at the top of the stairs. From the shadows dancing around the curtain that separated her parents' bedroom from the main living space it was clear that they were not moving furniture in there. Emma shuddered and retreated back into the safety of her bedroom. No time was ever safe in this house!
