Title: Fence Mending
Summary: It really wasn’t Ruby’s fault. She had a hot and sweaty Emma Swan in her backyard.
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Red Swan.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time.
Disclaimer: I don’t even have a reliable internet connection. Do you think I could own a part of this wonderful show…
A/N So I had to help fix a fence this weekend. It was hot. This happens.
Granny did seem to honestly feel bad about having to make Emma move out of the inn, and seemed to be trying to make it up anyway she could.
So when the fence in the back of it all but collapsed do to a rather violent storm. She gladly accepted Emma’s offer to fix it. Offering up a good pay for it. Maybe a bit more than the work was really worth.
That was what had Emma. In the unnaturally warm Maine day. In the back yard of Granny’s bed and breakfast. Digging out one of the old, cracked posts.
Of course the day someone does something outdoors in Storybrooke it reaches a record autumn heat of almost eighty. Damn global warming.
Emma ran the back of her arm across her forehead. Scooping all of her blonde curls up off of her back, and tossing them over one shoulder. Before dropping down into a crouch. Getting a firm grip on the post, and heaving.
To her luck there wasn’t any cement holding it in, and she managed to lift it free. Stumbling back a few inches, rather ungracefully. Swiftly regaining her footing, and standing with the now freed post. She added it to her pile of ruined wood.
She was almost done clearing the broken parts of fence. But still had more than half to rebuild.
Not that she minded, the physical exertion was doing wonders for her cluttered mind. She had been thinking non-stop about what to do with Henry. It had become very obvious that Regina had more than half the town under her thumb, and the other half was being tortured much like her for not crawling under it.
With another swipe to her forehead, clearing the sweat that had gathered under her hairline. Feeling a drop of it slide down her spine.
Before she dropped back into her crouch. Hands wrapped around the last broken post. The hard part was almost over. She just had to get this last one… Success! She pushed the post to the side, falling flat on her back. Taking a few moments to steady her breathing. In the hot sun.
A shadow fell over her and Emma after running a dirty hand across her forehead, turned herself to find the source.
It turned out to be Ruby, the brunette waitress from Granny’s diner. Who she knew to be Granny’s granddaughter, and who had taken a bit of a liking to her… Not that she minded.
“Do you want a hand?” The brunette asked. Offering said hand to her. Which Emma took. On her way up getting a long glance of Ruby’s cleavage. Which gave her a small stir of something in her lower stomach that she tried her best to ignore.
She just really needed to get laid.
“Thanks.” Emma nodded her thanks. Straightening out her tank top, and turning back to the fence to assess the work that still needed done. For some reason suddenly unable to regain her previous focus with Ruby so close behind.
“If you need something to drink we have lemonade inside.” Ruby offered, taking a few steps back to the house. Unable to drag her eyes from the blonde’s rear. Seriously those jeans were just screaming look at my ass.
It wasn’t like Emma noticed, she was much too absorbed in her work.
More than half way done.
God it was so hot…
Emma at some point had put her hair up, and she had really begun to sweat. Or in other words, glisten. She had really started to glisten.
But the more she hammered and worked on this damned fence. Which she was determined to make perfect. The hotter, and harder to work it got. So she finally caved to Ruby’s offer. Hoping it was still open since it had been over an hour.
Unsure, and a little awkward she entered the open back door of the cabin like inn. The door led to the kitchen. A rather big one, with cool brick floor, a lot of counter space, and a wood stove. It fit the cabin in the woods feel of the whole place close to perfectly.
Which made Ruby stand quite out of place. Seated on the counter, questionably close to the window looking out on the backyard. A glass of the lemonade she had mentioned in one hand. Her brown and red locks pushed off her neck, piled over one shoulder. Probably wanted to get it all out of the way but not put it up.
The red had a nice contrast against her black tank top. Which dipped low over the top of her chest. Displaying a nice amount of breast, and Emma noted that she had been wearing a shirt over it earlier.
“Decided to take me up on that lemonade?” The brunette asked, sliding off the counter, and shocking Emma out of her distracted inspection of her. Praying she hadn’t noticed.
“Yeah… It’s kinda hot out there…” Although Emma noted that suddenly she was feeling if possible warmer.
“Yeah… Kinda.” Ruby grinned loosely, and that grin off hers… Emma gave her head a rather violent shake. Making her way from the doorway to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Leaning heavily against it. Her muscles letting their weariness be known for the first time that day.
Ruby pulled a pitcher from the fridge, pouring herself a new glass and Emma one. Which the blonde accepted and drank eagerly. Draining the glass, oblivious of the amused look she was getting from Ruby.
A few drops of the moisture quickly growing on the glass escaping and sliding down her arm to travel over her collarbone, and slip down her chest. Disappearing under the neck of her shirt. Which all but wiped the grin from Ruby’s face in exchange for the drop of her jaw. She took a shallow breath. Feeling the heat in her lower stomach grow like a bellowed coal.
Emma set the glass down with a small clack. A rather satisfied look on her slack face. Her tongue slid out to sweep the last few overly sweet drops from her pink lips.
“You have a smudge of dirt… On your forehead.” Ruby observed. To which Emma frowned, hand going up to wipe it away. Only managing to smudge it more, and maybe make it bigger.
“Here.” Ruby giggled, scooping up the washcloth from the counter. Cupping Emma’s jaw in one hand to keep her in place. Emma’s movement slowed suddenly at the contact, watching the brunette intently as she wiped the dirt from her brow. Her thumb had slid down Emma’s jaw, and she had drawn her a bit closer.
Ruby gave a small satisfied smile as she finished. Brushing a few of the bits of hair that had escaped from Emma’s ponytail behind an ear. Then she seemed to realize how close they were. Drawing back a bit, only to be stopped by Emma’s hand on her elbow.
A sudden almost instinctual movement. But once it was there she didn’t withdraw.
The brunette rose a brow. Which Emma didn’t seem to take note of as she drew Ruby the last few inches into her. Without any objections.
When their lips met a rush of something like electricity passed between them. Powered by the attraction that seemed to have grown between them, along with sexual tension. A lot of sexual tension.
It really wasn’t Ruby’s fault when they ended up taking her break upstairs. She did have a hot and sweaty Emma Swan in her backyard.
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