More Secrets in Storybrooke
Chapter 1.
"I don't know how to love very well," she whispered, her head down and her soft black hair falling around her like a cloak.
Emma, moving away from the warmth of the large fireplace, stepped carefully in front of Regina, looking down like her, watching their shoes, Regina's slick black boots, and her own, scuffed brown ones. "I don't either."
A tear trickled down Regina's cheek, softly landing on the toe of her boot. She went to remove the wet streak but Emma's hand fell over her own, warmly, affectionately.
"You don't have to be afraid," Emma whispered, "you don't have to be angry." She took Regina's hand to her lips, kissing softly, then intertwining their fingers together, moving closer to Regina, pulling her into her arms. Regina shook. She tried to contain herself, and Emma simply held her tighter, tucking her nose into the crook of Regina's neck, breathing her in.
"I don't know if I can," Regina murmured, hardly audible.
Emma pulled away from her a little, to look her in the eyes, to find her, to prove to her that she can.
Regina stared back at her with soft wet eyes and her eyebrows lifted slightly, nervous, abashed. Emma tilted her head, trying not to smile so much, but failing to control herself. In a swift motion she drew close to Regina, closing her eyes as she reached the warm air wafting from Regina's lips. Regina shut her eyes tightly, aroused but timid, still afraid of power, as she had always been.
Their lips met, delicate and befitting, like puzzle pieces clicking together. Emma wrapped her other arm around Regina's shoulders, holding her close, unwilling to let her go, while Regina found sensations inside of her she thought she had lost, that perhaps had never existed. Her body ached for Emma, communicating to her mind what her mind was afraid to accept, but her body won out, wanting to feel Emma like she never had, wanting to be felt by Emma.
She felt her own hands fumbling to catch on to Emma's belt, her fingers sliding over the polished sheriff's badge, reaching underneath Emma's sweater, feeling her smooth skin. They kissed each other desperately, breathlessly, moving together, not yet careless, rather emotionally, passionately, heartrendering.
A door clicked in another room, echoing around the large home. They pulled away from each other instantly, correcting their hair, Emma pulling down her shirt. Henry, oblivious and innocent, walked into the room lugging his backpack.
"Hi, Emma!"
"Hi, kiddo," Emma said, a little out of breath.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking sideways at Regina.
"Nothing-" Emma began.
Regina cut in, "Emma was just leaving," she said curtly, seriously. "What don't you go upstairs and begin your homework. Now."
Henry sighed, "bye Emma." He trotted up the stairs.
Emma turned to Regina once Henry was out of sigh, confused, a little hurt. Regina grabbed her hand and pulled her into the other room, walking angrily like the normal Regina.
"I don't unders-"
Regina cut her off again, kissing her deeply, then opening her eyes, revealing her actual self, her insecure, soft, nearly innocent look. Emma smiled, feeling silly, she kissed Regina once more.
As she left, Regina was hesitant to let go of her hand, to see her go away, but Emma promised to be back soon, to kiss her again, to hold her, so Regina let go. Just as the door was about to shut behind Emma, she popped back in again, Regina lit up seeing her. They smiled at each other, Regina took a few steps forward, standing half a foot above Emma, who stood on the outside stairs, she bent down and kissed her once more. Then Emma left.
TBC...