Pauley: Another fill for the OUATKinkMeme. Churned out early hours of the morning, all mistakes are mine.
It was at that moment that Emma decided she was dating the devil incarnate. She unwittingly cast her mind back to the bet she had lost, less than a week ago.
~Flashback~
"Oh c'mon 'Gina!" Emma had pleaded and Regina had raised her usual unimpressed eyebrow.
"I shall make you a deal. If you can withstand ten minutes of me with /this/." Regina held up Emma's favourite toy, a vibrating strap on, with an extra prong to stimulate the clit.
"Then I shall wear Vibrating Panties for you. If not, I get to magically fuck you at any point a choose." Emma had smiled, thinking she could withstand.
"You're on!"
~Present~
Oh how she resented those words now as she sat, squirming in her seat. And what made it worse, her Mother, you heard that right, her freaking MOTHER was sat across from her, trying to hold a civilised conversation about the budget for the Sheriffs station. She nodded at the pauses in Snow's speech, uh huhing where she thought it was needed, but really, all she could feel was what Regina was doing to her.
Currently, it felt like there someone was pinching both her nipples, twisting them in just the way she liked and there was a relentless feeling on her clit, just like... Oh shit, just like Regina's tongue. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. She shifted uncomfortably again, fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. When I see her tonight she is so beyond dead. Emma thought, scowling.
"Emma... is everything alright?" Snow asks, reaching over and resting her hand atop her daughters. Emma jumped violently, that movement doing nothing but aggravate her condition.
"Yes I uh... I'm fi-ne." The word broke in the middle as a vibrating sensation pressed against her clit and she couldn't hold in the tiny squeak of arousal that broke from her throat.
"You don't seem fine... are you sick? Do I need to call Dr Whale?" Emma's eyes widened at the very thought.
"No! No I'm fine I uh... I'm just a little tired..." She lied, her hips bucking as subtly as she could manage under the desk, unable to stop herself hissing out a quiet 'Please' from the corner of her mouth.
Regina watched in in glee as Emma squirmed in her office chair, attempting to hold a conversation with Snow. Deciding she'd had enough of torturing her girlfriend, she let up for a moment, watching as Emma slumped in relief. She left her for five minutes, smiling as she enjoyed Emma's simple day to day movements and mannerisms. And then, out of nowhere, or at least for Emma, that's how it would seem, Regina cast a spell to make her feel the most intense orgasm she could feel without passing out.
Emma was unable to hold in the quiet moan as an orgasm ripped through her body out of nowhere. She gripped the edge of her desk tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force and she gritted her teeth to stop any more unneeded noises escaping. Snow glanced her daughter over quickly and suddenly it came to her what was wrong with her daughter. Blushing a deep shade of red, Snow excused herself and almost ran from the room. Not that Emma noticed as Regina was still making her orgasm, determined to bring her girlfriend to the brink of unconsciousness.
Upon arriving home, Emma greeted Regina with a forceful and lust filled kiss and a quiet, hissed promise of:
"Your turn."