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Title: Buttercreamed
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Mary Margaret
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Timeline: Season One
Notes: Incest. For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "flattery".
“This is incredible,” Emma groans, sounding a little too heartfelt, a little too pornographic, but the cupcake is just that good. “I could live on these.”
Mary Margaret laughs, a flush of happiness on her cheeks. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she beams, bag of icing in hand, already decorating the next batch.
“Oh really,” Emma murmurs, her voice a different kind of pornographic now. Low and throaty, and Mary Margaret looks up with an arched eyebrow at the husky tone. “Can I test that theory?”
Mary Margaret feigns concentration in her baking, but there’s a playful smile on her lips. “I don’t know, I guess you’ll just have to compliment me and see,” she responds airily.
“You make amazing cupcakes,” Emma smirks. “What will that flattery get me?”
Mary Margaret gives her a sardonic look. “If all you can compliment me on is my baking, you won’t be getting as far as you thought.”
Emma snorts, reaches out, and swoops her finger through the nearest cupcake’s immaculate icing. Mary Margaret yelps, trying to shield the others, whilst Emma sucks the icing from her finger with a cheeky grin.
And then she’s pressing Mary Margaret against the countertop, kissing her hard and deep, tasting buttercream and sugar.
Emma pulls back slowly, licking her lips. Mary Margaret looks a little dazed.
“If that’s what I get for complimenting your baking, what’ll I get for saying how good you are in bed?” Emma leers.
Mary Margaret smooshes a cupcake in her face.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Mary Margaret
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Timeline: Season One
Notes: Incest. For
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“This is incredible,” Emma groans, sounding a little too heartfelt, a little too pornographic, but the cupcake is just that good. “I could live on these.”
Mary Margaret laughs, a flush of happiness on her cheeks. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she beams, bag of icing in hand, already decorating the next batch.
“Oh really,” Emma murmurs, her voice a different kind of pornographic now. Low and throaty, and Mary Margaret looks up with an arched eyebrow at the husky tone. “Can I test that theory?”
Mary Margaret feigns concentration in her baking, but there’s a playful smile on her lips. “I don’t know, I guess you’ll just have to compliment me and see,” she responds airily.
“You make amazing cupcakes,” Emma smirks. “What will that flattery get me?”
Mary Margaret gives her a sardonic look. “If all you can compliment me on is my baking, you won’t be getting as far as you thought.”
Emma snorts, reaches out, and swoops her finger through the nearest cupcake’s immaculate icing. Mary Margaret yelps, trying to shield the others, whilst Emma sucks the icing from her finger with a cheeky grin.
And then she’s pressing Mary Margaret against the countertop, kissing her hard and deep, tasting buttercream and sugar.
Emma pulls back slowly, licking her lips. Mary Margaret looks a little dazed.
“If that’s what I get for complimenting your baking, what’ll I get for saying how good you are in bed?” Emma leers.
Mary Margaret smooshes a cupcake in her face.