Awakening
Summary - Regina is awoken in a very passionate way. Ok, this is a little bit SQ smut. Just saying.
She isn't sure what the tangible thing that wakes her is.
She guesses it is the tender kiss against the underside of her jaw.
She only knows it is the tickling of golden hair across her breast; the warmth of a body she knows all too well, already on fire, pressing against her that sends her mind into overdrive.
A grinning gasp escapes her lips before she is even fully awake.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice is breathy.
Because she is immediately wet.
"Waking you up."
Emma's low voice pools through the darkness surrounding them and she feels the savior slide impossibly closer to her.
Feels the duvet tossed roughly from the bed, the cool air suddenly pressing in on the burning nakedness of her body before being warmed instantly by the heated bare skin of her lover pressed flush against her.
It is pure instinct that drives her towards the lips eagerly seeking her own and she is once again surprised that her body can respond this easily to someone so quickly.
It is a foreign concept to her, but before she can contemplate it too long, Emma's lips are pressing hard against her own.
The kiss is passionate and deep; inviting and dangerous all at once and she feels the comfort of the duvet settling back over their now tangled bodies.
There is no mistaking what Emma wants.
What she suddenly, desperately wants.
As though sleep was not just wrenched from her.
A moan, low and breathy escapes her throat but Emma's lips never leave her own. She exhales through her nose, hands scrambling to tangle in her lover's hair draping over her shoulders, blanketing them as effectively as the duvet.
Instead, Regina tightens her arms around her younger lover and Emma whimpers into her mouth in reply.
Regina knows instantly that she is flooded with a silky wetness that she aches to touch and taste.
The kiss breaks as each woman gasps for air and it is Regina who glances at the clock, noting the time with an air of aggravation as Emma's tongue slithers its way down her throat.
"Emma… We don't have time…"
Her words fall into a breathy moan as Emma bites down just hard enough on her pulse point.
She arches off the bed, demanding closer attention, as if that were possible.
A breathy panting at her ear confirms what wandering fingers are screaming.
"God, I love when you do that."
An involuntary chuckle escapes her lips and Regina pulls hips hard against her own, a knee hooking over her thigh, turning her face roughly towards her young lover's.
Emma nibbles her neck once again and Regina pants, arching once more into the passion that is Emma Swan.
"God…"
Her breath is ragged, haugty at best as Emma moves lower. A nimble tongue darts around a straining nipple and Regina growls, her body on fire.
She can feel the blonde smirk at the sound, an exhilaration pushing against her skin as Emma sucks her nipple into a warm mouth.
The sensation is wonderful and her back arches of its own accord, head slamming against the silken pillows beneath her head as two fingers push deftly inside her.
A deep moan escapes her throat once again as she arches further into the touch. She pushes off the pillows with a power unknown to her and wrenches Emma's face towards her own. A gasping exhalation is swallowed by Emma's lips as she crashes their lips together and pushes deeper still.