Morning came, and it caught both women sleeping peacefully. The sound of Emma's heart beating under her ear seemed to not just calm, but also protect the brunette that still clinged onto her from the nightmares she had been having. The night had been cold, the shared warmth of their bodies letting them sleep peacefully despite that it was freezing outside. Halloween was almost there, and outside there was a rush to put the decorations up in the stores and diners of town. Emma had her arms wrapped around Regina, hand on the woman's back while the other rested on her bottom. At first the blonde had not been able to understand how Regina could wear such a thin pajama in autumn, then realized that she must have slept under a nice, warm duvet. Still, she fell asleep quickly after that, dreaming of Regina's unwilling love confession.
And the lack of a nice, warm duvet was what woke the brunette at almost ten in the morning, brown eyes blinking a few times. She must have got uncovered somehow as she slept, maybe from rolling on the bed because of the nightmare she had had. But there was something that did not click, and it was the person sleeping next to her, the heartbeat she heard, the hand on her back, the hand on her— "Emma?" she whispered, looking up at the blonde and staring at her with confusion. How the hell had the blonde ended in her bedroom.
But that wasn't her bedroom, she realized quickly. She was not sleeping in her comfortable king size bed, she was sleeping in an older, not so comfortable one. And smaller. The woman pulled back slightly, but the hands on her back did not let her. Frowning, she tried again, slowly. Pulling back and back, she rolled on the bed— accidentally dragging Emma on top of her. "Emma, no." she whispered, feeling the other be the one who got comfortable. The blonde buried her face on her chest, hands still under her. The one on her ass was now pressed tighter against it, and a few moments later Emma was indiscreetly and unknowingly squeezing her buttcheek. She inhaled sharply, feeling the morning arousement she felt sometimes appear. "Oh hell no." she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
You can do this, Regina. Just push her away. It's easy, you only have to gently push that oh, so athletic body of hers away... Nothing rough, just a gentle push so she rolls on the bed and to her side. Why does her hair smell like flowers? I'm sure that she has stolen the shampoo from idiot number one. It's... Kinda nice, actually. But you're so heavy, Emma. You sleepy head, are you drooling on me? Ugh, gross. I should tell you I love you someday. But I just can't, Emma. I'm so scared. Just like the nightmare I just had, if I ever said anything it would get ruined. I just know it. I should stop thinking about this… and get up. I should get up. I should go downstairs and sneak out before someone sees me. But…
She smiled and wrapped her arms around Emma, smiling and letting out a sigh. She inhaled deeply, the scent of flowers of the woman's hair intoxicating and the touch of her hands trapped under her body now calming. She closed her eyes, breathing in and out softly, slowly drifting to sleep.
I'm just gonna pretend I did not wake up.