Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Ruby/Emma, hints of past Ruby/Mary Margaret
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Flash Challenge: Pumpkin Spice
Word Count: 959
Date Written: 2 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Emma looked up as Ruby suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere, leaned across her table, and held out a seasoning bottle. “Here,” she said, “try this.”
Emma looked from the waitress’ cleavage to the small, plastic bottle in her hand. “That’s not cinnamon,” she commented, hovering her hand over the top of her mug of hot chocolate.
“No.” Ruby grinned. “It’s pumpkin spice.”
“Pumpkin?” Emma arched an eyebrow.
Ruby winked. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, Sheriff.”
“Hmph.” Slowly, Emma moved her hand and let Ruby sprinkle some of the seasoning into her chocolate. She stirred it leisurely as she looked up at Ruby’s big eyes and bigger, barely clothed breasts. She’d been so busy trying to figure out this place and everything and every one that her son had brought into her new life that she’d barely taken any notice of the waitress before now. She was actually very pretty, and she could see why all the men in town tended to gawk at her every time they came into her granny’s restaurant.
Their eyes locked, and Emma kept the brunette’s gaze as she lifted her mug to her lips and took a slow sip. Its warmth spread through her, heating her insides. There was a tingle of pumpkin on her tongue, but to her surprise, it actually tasted good. “That’s . . . not bad,” she said, lowering the mug and slowly licking her lips. She raised her eyes again to Ruby’s big, dark orbs. “Care to join me for a cup?”
“I would, but -- “ Ruby swiped her wet rag over a spot on Emma’s table that was already clean.
“Don’t tell me you’re working.”
“Well, I am, and Granny’s -- “
“That’s never stopped you before,” she said knowingly.
“No,” Ruby admitted with a big grin, “but there’s something -- someone else.”
“What? Who?” Maybe she’d been misreading the girl after all.
“Ask your mother.”
“Mary Margaret,” Ruby replied quickly, moving to the next table and beginning to clean it. “Everyone knows Henry thinks she’s Snow White and your mother.”
“Everyone does, huh?”
“Yup,” she answered decisively, but Emma noticed that she didn’t meet her gaze this time.
“You don’t buy into that -- “
“Of course not,” she answered too quickly, “but . . . relationships in this small town can be kind of . . . complicated.”
Emma thought of the man she’d just lost, the one who had had the job of Sheriff before her and who had turned out to be sleeping with the Mayor, Henry’s adopted mother who wouldn’t let go of her son. “You’re telling me,” she whispered and went back to her chocolate.
Most of the other clientel had left for the night when Ruby returned to Emma’s table. “Can I have some more,” she asked, “and some more of that pumpkin spice?”
“You like it spicy, huh?” she asked, and again Emma couldn’t help thinking that she was flirting with her. Surely, she wondered, the girl couldn’t have a thing with Mary Margaret? Her room mate was so straight laced she couldn’t imagine her dating a woman, especially not one of Ruby’s . . . reputation and build.
“I do,” she said and nodded. “At least I like this spice.” Her fingers brushed Ruby’s as she took the bottle from her. “You’re sure you won’t join me?”
Ruby stole a quick look around them. The restaurant was empty except for the two of them, and she knew they’d be closing in less than a half hour. “Maybe just this once,” she said, grinning as she produced a cup. She went and filled it with the coco before returning to Emma’s table and sprinkling some pumpkin spice into the chocolate drink. “And maybe some of this?” she asked, pulling an even smaller bottle out from her barely buttoned, white blouse.
Emma lifted an eyebrow. She smiled. “I knew you were a bad girl,” she commented, watching as Ruby spiked first her cocoa and then Emma’s when she slid her cup across to her.
Ruby met her gaze this time and smiled a wolfish grin. “Oh,” she said, “you have no idea.”
Emma reached across the table and took her hand. Sliding her thumb across her palm, she whispered, “But maybe I can find out.”
“Maybe you can,” Ruby said agreeingly, her own, painted lips lifting into a wider grin.
“But what about Mary Margaret?” Emma reminded her.
“What about Mary Margaret? She’s too busy with David these days any way.”
“You sound jealous.”
“Maybe I am. Does that matter?”
Emma considered it. She still didn’t see Mary Margaret with this sensual, sexy woman sitting across from her and giving her an ample view of her breasts, and despite her friend’s protests to the opposite, she knew she was falling in love with David. “I’m thinking it doesn’t,” she said, grinning and sipping her cocoa, “at least not tonight.”
If Mary Margaret had wanted Ruby, she should have warned her to stay away from her, and besides, they were all grown adults. What was one night of a little fun between two consenting, beautiful women? She leaned forward and captured Ruby’s willing mouth with her own. Ruby confirmed her interest by sliding her tongue into Emma’s mouth and tasting the pumpkin on her tongue.
As their kiss deepened, Emma caught sight of a bright light outside the restaurant. They could always blame it on the full moon after all, she thought and gave herself up, releasing her own morales for one night as she reached out and slid her hand directly into Ruby’s blouse. She’d been alone and too adult for too long now. It was far past time she had a little fun. Mary Margaret would understand even if she had had a thing before with Ruby; she did have David now, after all.