4. based on this gif || @orphanis.

a sudden, sharp intake of breath and then the princess’ lips were on hers, caroline’s back hitting the wall as the rush of carmine blush appeared on her cheeks and ran all the way down to the once pallid column of her throat. mouth gasping for air, thighs parting at emma’s command to allow her hand to inch closer, deeper under the white skirt of a satin dress. touching, and feeling, a gentle brush that caused the governess to arch the small of her back and tangle her fingers into the woman’s mess of blonde curls.

when she pulled on them, caroline did so with as much care as she was able to muster, just hard enough to end the exchange of kisses and force the royal to look into her eyes as well. emma was reckless, perhaps too reckless for her own good —- and as much as she loved that of her, as much as she wanted to be touched and made to scream the princess’ name, caroline couldn’t help but to feel watched. out in the open where they stood, hidden in the shadows but just barely.

❝ don’t. not here, honey. ❞ and how it pained her to speak the words. desperate as she was, caroline caught herself just in time to stop her hips from rolling like a snake against emma’s hand. voice a choked whisper, interrupted by another low moan once a pair of long fingers found the burning flesh between her legs. ❝ they’ll find us. ❞