You're An Idiot, Emma Swan

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Shit, she was going to be so dead.

An emergency clear on the other side of Storybrooke took place just before she was due at the farmhouse. If there was one thing the Mills women did not suffer aside from fools it was lack of punctuality. As it stood, she was two hours late. Locking the bug up near the sight of the incident Emma centered herself, teleporting to the farmhouse porch. Everything was still as she felt Zelena's magic register her presence.

Willing herself to relax, she searched most of the farmhouse coming up empty. Robyn was with Regina for the evening. Emma was given one job. Complete her shift and be on time for dinner. Rather when she knocked against a closed bedroom door and it opened she found that Zelena's plans for the evening were crystal clear.

The color black did not belong to Regina as she so believed.

No, the sight of Zelena in thigh-high stockings, sheer lace panties, and the strapless bralette owned her. Her patience had finally run and its course and Emma was about to experience that first-hand.

"You didn't write, you didn't call." Zelena sips the bourbon in her glass. Blazing blue eyes alight with fire. The bottle was dangerously low by Savior standards.

Coming further into the room, Emma takes to her knees. There was much to learn about Zelena but such a transgression was soothed by deference. "I don't suppose being shot at gives me a free pass?"

"You're still late." Zelena was irritated but not yet to the point of resentment.

Emma kisses the palm of her hand. Feeling the peace wash over her. She hadn't fire-balled her on sight and that was a victory. "I shall spend the evening finding all manner of ways to repent."

"Yes. You shall."

Her kisses trail up Zelena's palms equally testing the waters and delighting in the barely perceptible shiver it released. "You're a vision."

"You will have to do better than that."

Her firm hands massage sore arches."I'm getting there."

"Do hurry." The undeniable threat as power arcs in blue eyes. Yet, Emma merely smiles as she's pushed onto the bed. Delighting more than her fair share in the bit of wickedness.

The Sheriff's shirt is ripped open, tan buttons scattering through the room. Nails dragging down that fit torso until Emma curls into herself. Even in the moonlight, the outline of the ugly bruise makes itself known. One that brings their eyes together and softens her touch on that side. "We'll need to talk about this."

Emma doesn't give her the chance to dwell. The time for tenderness was not now, and for the first act of her apology, she purposefully lowers herself. "I'm sorry, Zelena." Her kisses land on cool skin. "So. Sorry."

The blonde barely touches her thighs and heat shoots through every vein."What are you doing?"

She can feel the smirk against her sodden core. The barely-there black lace panties clenched between a dazzling set of teeth. Aided by the lifting of her hips freeing Zelena's neediness with the cool breeze. "Apologizing."

"Em-" The distinct realization that Emma's mouth was toying with her naked sex stole every bit of well-maintained anger. Her mind began short-circuiting. Rough hands took great care to knead and pull Zelena into such a fine frenzy that she held her breath on numerous occasions. "Oh."

She was on top but the control belonged to Emma.

I need more of you.

"What more could you p-possibly get?" The smirk between her thighs is just enough variation that her walls flutter. A choked off moan is followed by a swift swat on her bare ass.''That's what you want?"