Word prompt of 'memories'.
The Bad Touch
Every touch was a memory between them. It was Ruby's best guarded secret; the one she held down in her heart. She remembered, and that would have to be enough for both of them.
That wasn't saying it was easy, however. Mary Margret had no idea of what she was doing when her fingers brushed Ruby's arm in a friendly goodbye as she left the diner. Red was laughing as Snow gripped her arm, pulling her out of the water.
Or what shaking her hand in a mock deal closure felt like. They were holding on tightly to each other as they spun around in the middle of their cottage.
Sometimes she would initiate the contact with a gentle nudge of her shoulder against Mary's. It was electric when their bare shoulders brushed while harvesting in the burning sun.
Once Ruby leaned close to whisper something in the teacher's ear, too close, because her lips brushed warm skin- their bodies were tangled under the sheets as Snow whispered all of the wicked things she wanted to do to the girl in the red cloak – and then she was jerking back and the moment was broken.
"Come on, Ruby-" Mary Margaret reached out and grabbed her hand. Their fingers laced together – they were lying in bed side by side with tangled bodies – and Ruby squeezed as she pulled Mary closer – Snow shifts and Red brushes her lips against the bare shoulder of her lover – causing the teacher to laugh as she leaned against the waitresses side – when Red wakes up the next morning she is alone.
It was never easy.