I'm a sucker for OTPs in awkward, compromising situations. I'm sorry. Here's Swan Queen in a slightly awkward, compromising situation because why not? Emma's being a baby about sunburn, and Regina helps her just to get her to shut the hell up.
I'm running out of ideas, so please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see.
Also, thank you so much for all the follows. I hope this satisfies.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time.
"Owww."
Regina sighed irritably. Emma had been whining on and off for most of the evening. When their son had gone to bed, she'd quieted down slightly so as not to wake him, but nothing had completely stopped her incessant whingeing.
"Miss Swan, did I not say that you would burn yourself if you didn't put sun cream on?" Regina grumbled, setting her book down on her lap. For the moment, she resided on her bed in their shared hotel room. Neither had been able to decide who would share a room with Henry and who would sleep alone, so Henry himself had decided they would share together if they could not come to a decision like adults. "It will give you a chance to work out your differences," he had said.
Of course, both women despised this plan, but at least it meant neither was abandoned whilst the other got to spend precious time with their son.
"Are you seriously 'I told you so'-ing me right now?" the Sheriff moaned in disbelief. "I'm in pain and all you can say is, 'I told you so'?"
The brunette smirked and shrugged. Did Emma expect sympathy from her?
The Sheriff's eyes narrowed. Regina went back to reading her book, yet Emma still glowered at her from across the room.
Minutes passed, and the women stayed that way, the Mayor calm and unshakeable, and the Saviour well and truly pissed off.
At last, Regina huffed a sigh and put her book down again. "Go to the bathroom and take your shirt off," she ordered. Her voice was full of authority, but the Mayor knew she'd lost this battle by giving in like this.
Emma's eyes were wide as she stared for a minute. What the hell was Regina doing? Shaking her head, she sprang into action. Regina Mills wanted her shirtless, and she was more than happy to comply.
Once in the bathroom and free of her tank top, she stood and waited for the older woman. Emma began to wonder if the ex-Evil Queen had just said that to get her out of the way and was actually just going to leave her hanging. There was no sign of her.
Just as the blonde was ready to pull her top on again and angrily confront the mother of her son, Regina glided in, a pale blue bottle in her hands.
The Sheriff just stood in the middle of the bathroom, feeling confused and slightly vulnerable. She wasn't shy about her body by any means, but the brunette had a way of making her feel like no one else had before.
"What's that?" Emma asked, staring at the bottle.
"Aftersun," Regina said shortly. "Turn around."
The blonde obeyed, turning so her back was to the Mayor. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Regina squeeze some gel onto her own hand before stepping towards her.
Emma inhaled quickly as she felt the ice cold gel come into contact with the scorched skin of her back. The brunette began rubbing the gel in, and the Saviour couldn't contain her pained whimper. The movement tugged at the tender skin, pulling it this way and that. It felt as if her skin was cracking into tiny pieces, and she cringed violently. What a gross thought.
"It hurts," she mumbled weakly.
"Not for long," Regina murmured soothingly. Her voice was softer than Emma was used to, as soft as when the brunette spoke to her son. It was odd to hear directed at anyone but the young boy, but pleasant.
She was right. Quickly, the cooling effects of the aftersun over-powered the pain, and Emma relaxed into the touch of the other woman. The icy cool of the gel leached into her skin, dulling the angry heat until it was just an annoying niggle at the back of her mind. The blonde moaned appreciatively, tilting her head slightly to allow Regina better access to the sore skin of her neck.
Regina swallowed as an ache grew between her legs in response to the woman's throaty groan, and, for a moment, she pictured Emma groaning and tilting her head for a completely different reason. She was suddenly glad that the blonde was facing away from her - her deep blush went unseen.
The Mayor quickly shoved the fantasy to the back of her mind, focusing on lathering the refreshing gel over every inch of burnt skin. Maybe if Emma wasn't whining, they could both get some sleep tonight.
Emma was lost in the feeling of Regina's hands moving over her neck, back and shoulders, massaging the skin, untying knots in tight muscles, rubbing the aftersun into every pore. God, she could get used to this. "God, 'Gina, that feels so good," she drawled, not completely aware of what she was saying.
"Maybe you can stop whining now then," Regina said, ceasing her ministrations and moving to the sink to wash off the excess gel on her hands. Emma's reverie broke, and she spun around to face the smirking brunette.
"You didn't need to stop!" she protested, yearning for the woman's soft hands on her skin once more.
"Do you have more burns for me to tend to, Miss Swan, or do you just like me touching you for prolonged amounts of time?" the Mayor asked smugly. Either Regina won this battle, or she got a confession out of the Sheriff: it was a win-win situation. I'm good, she thought to herself.
The blonde opened and closed her mouth like a fish, at loss for words. She really did like Regina touching her, but if she said that, she would surely get thrown out on her ass and have to spend the night in the hallway.
Regina simpered before turning and heading back to the main room. She returned to her place on her bed and resumed her book, while Emma stood speechless, confused and half-undressed in the middle of the bathroom.