Recently I requested smutty drabble prompts via tumblr...
Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.
ramblingkitten asked:
Prompty thingy: "this is all your fault you know."
"This is all your fault you know."
Clad in a simple pale blue bra and her favorite red flannel pajama bottoms, Emma glanced over her shoulder, twisting her torso ever so slightly as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror in front of her.
"Completely your fault." Muttering the statement under her breath, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it thoughtfully as she lightly prodded her lower back with soft and tentative fingers—the angry red skin there protesting even the gentlest of touches, the sting and burn causing her to blow out a hissing breath.
"That's debatable love."
Drawing her attention to him for a moment, she raised a sharp brow as she took in the sight of him lounging on her bed—covers hanging loosely over his lower (and decidedly naked) body, hand and hook propped lazily behind his head, dark hair a disheveled mess, and blue eyes, bright and shining, glimmering with unmasked amusement. Even annoyed as she was, she had to admit it was a sight that made her want to stop and stare, her stomach clenching a little, heart picking up in pace.
Shaking her head, irritated with her more than obvious ogling, she shot him a half-hearted glare before turning her attention back to her reflection, wincing a little as she touched the broken skin once again. "How can this be anyone's fault but yours?"
"I'm pretty sure you were a rather willing participant darling…fairly encouraging if I remember correctly."
Scowling at his answer, she rolled her eyes at the mirror, trying to ignore the slew of images that bombarded her as a hot blush crept up her neck slowly. "Shut-up."
Willing participant or not…
It was still his fault.
She had just been minding her own damned business, cleaning out her closet and moving some things about—heavy boxes, mountains of clothes, old shoes that never saw the light of day—when he had come in (unannounced and unexpected thank you very much) and seeing her flushed and a little out of breath, in a very pirate like fashion, he'd decided to have his way with her then and there, ignoring her shout of surprise as he had pinned her against the wall, stripped her of her clothes and dragged her to the floor with him. And true maybe she hadn't minded it so much at the time—the way he had pounded into her relentlessly, almost to the point of rough, her body sliding up the carpet as she had tried to keep up with his deep and unyielding thrusts, his actions bringing her to a fast and hard orgasm in a matter of minutes.
Still…
The goddamned bed had been right there.
And now…
"Have you ever had rug-burn on your back?" She mumbled, frowning a little at the whine lingering in her voice, her tone just bordering on pouting. And bringing her attention back to him, her already hot cheeks grew warmer as she saw him staring at her with a half amused, half perplexed expression, her mind immediately wandering to the dozens of scars that littered his back—the jagged pink lines and soft barely there white ones she'd spent hours carefully memorizing.
"Okay…" muttering the word she walked away from the mirror; and crossing her arms over her chest, she stopped just short of the bed, gaze flitting over him carefully before meeting his stare. "Okay…I might be overreacting."
"I wouldn't dare say such a thing."
"But for the record…it still hurts like a bitch."
Sitting up a little, he reached out, grabbing one of her hands and pulling her down onto the bed with him so that she was practically lying on top of him, a small smile dusting across his lips as he drew her even closer. "Well then, we'll just have to see what I can do to make it up to you…"
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