can I prompt some swanfirequeen morning cuddles? or swanfire if you wanna write just them but you've made me thirsty for more with that other sfq ff
Well, I’m glad I’ve dragged someone into the Swanfirequeen pit LOL, I love them very much. Sorry for the wait, I hope you will enjoy it!
Between Neal’s face half-smashed against the pillow – Emma’s pillow –, Emma’s arm thrown over him, her fingers clasping his shirt, and the way their legs are tangled together with the sheets, for a second Regina is almost tempted to silently stand in contemplation instead of doing what she actually came there to do.
Except, well, it’s noon. And she did make coffee.
She sets the tray on the first available piece of furniture, heading for the window so that she can open the curtains. The sun hits Emma right in the face, making her grunt in protest as she squints.
“What the hell, Regina?” she eventually mutters, turning on her stomach so that she can hide her face in the pillow.
Neal, obviously, doesn’t so much as twitch.
Regina opts for unceremoniously dropping on her own side of the bed, so that she can climb to the middle and start attempting to shake him awake.
“Come on, time to wake up,” she says, loudly.
Emma mutters unintelligibly, so at least she’s still awake. Neal either ignores her or doesn’t wake up at all.
“Neal!” she insists, pinching his cheek for good measure.
That does get a reaction, if in the form of an inhuman guttural sound, closely followed by a dragged: “It’s too early for this.”
Regina rolls her eyes, though there is a fond smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “It’s noon.”
Neal huffs, curling a little more on himself.
He cracks one eye open. “Emma’s sleeping too, go bother her,” he says, because apparently it’s everyone for themselves in this kind of situation.
Emma emerges from the pillow, pulling herself up on her elbows, only so that she can glare at him, though it isn’t particularly effective, given that she has one eye closed and the other only half-way open.
“Hey, I’ve been living off coffee for two days!” she protests. “All the goblins are in cages, I deserve to sleep.” That said, she drops right back on the pillow.
“You did sleep,” Regina says. “Until noon.”
The fact that she decided to leave them be for that long is already a tiny miracle in itself, and one that was only possible through a ridiculous amount of self-control, they should count their blessings and get the hell up already. Before she decides to set the bed on fire, that is.
“Not enough,” Emma announces, before promptly turning her back on them.
Regina leans forward, crushing Neal in the process, so that she can pull at her hair. “Get up.”
That proves to be a mistake when Neal twists from under her, all too quickly for someone who is supposedly half-dead, and grips her waist, pulling her down. She lets out a frankly embarrassing yelp, growling out an extremely annoyed ‘Neal’ when she finds herself engulfed in a tight hug.
Neal, eyes closed once again, shakes his head. “Shush. Sleep.”
