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Summary: Regina recently discovered snap chat and decides late one night while she's alone to try and send a picture to Robin, what happens when it's not Robin who receives it but Emma Swan.
Rated M smut happens and will continue to happen.
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Feel free to comment when you've finished this will be a multi chapter fic, as for how long exactly uhmmmm IDK yet so just bear with me.
Regina sat in her study at home, she was alone. Henry had gone to Emma's for the day and wasn't due back until tomorrow afternoon, and that was assuming Emma would be on time.
She'd recently discovered snap chat, Henry had told her it'd be fun to have, he could send her pictures of himself if he wasn't with her. He had told her how unless you screen shot a picture it's not saved.
This piece of information had been intriguing, she thought of what kinds of pictures that adults would send if this was the case. She hadn't been with Robin in a few days now, perhaps she could convince him to swing by tomorrow before Emma returned with Henry.
She stands and grabs the half filled bottle of cider that rests on a shelf with two glasses next to it. Quickly she pours herself a full glass and goes to sit at her desk once more.
Maybe she could send some snaps to Robin, to push him to ask about coming over tomorrow, she didn't want to seem desperate but she needed this itch taken care of and by more than herself.
She opens snap chat and checks her hair and makeup, she then glances down at her blouse. She frowns, but quickly smirks once she pops open an extra two buttons. Firm breasts pushed up and together by the newest bra she'd purchased just a week ago, the red lace a beautiful contrast to olive skin and the deep blue blouse adding more color in a sexy way.
She takes her pointer finger and catches it between pearly whites, giving a seductive look, and snaps the picture. She gives it a glance over it and approves, she goes to hit send and looks at her all of three contacts. Henry, Miss Swan, and Robin. She quickly tapped Robin to send and sent it.
She placed her phone down and took a sip of her cider. Her phone buzzed and her face froze as she saw the response to her snap as she opened it.
She blinked several times in disbelief, "Miss Swan" had responded to her snap, she could've sworn she'd sent it to Robin. She quickly swiped back to check.
No. She had indeed sent the picture to Emma and now she'd responded. She clicked the picture response open.
Her breathe caught in her throat, Emma had sent back a picture of herself in a white tank top with her glasses on, contacts must've been bothering her today. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her arms, gods the muscle she had.
The mayor shook her head and placed her phone down, she took a gulp of her cider.
What had she done, what had Emma meant with the response picture, did she figure it'd be a mistake and just send a friendly picture back or ...
On the other side of town one Emma Swan was glancing impatiently at her phone every few seconds.
She hadn't known how to respond to the picture Regina had sent her.
She'd always found Regina attractive but she hadn't looked at her like that, well perhaps the thought had flitted through her mind but never did she let herself dwell upon it. Regina was her sons other mother it was almost like an invisible line drawn.
If anything happened between them and then proceeded to fall apart Henry would be hurt the most. She knew this and she had felt that she and Regina had silently just agreed on this but now. Now she didn't know what to do, how to respond, what to think. She had simply sent back a relaxed photo of herself rather than ignore or question the picture.
She saw the little notification of "Regina Mills is typing ... " and her stomach dropped slightly.
When the chat came through she swiped right to open it.
"Didn't mean to send that to you. Please do not mention this to anyone."
Emma chuckled, as if she would have shared that with anyone. She hadn't even known how to respond herself. This picture had stirred something within her.
She checked that Henry was still asleep, she didn't know why but something about it gave her some relief. She didn't know if she was to respond to Regina or not.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard of her phone. She quickly typed a message back trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but failing, miserably.
"I kind of figured, I mean not that id have an issue if you wanted to send me photos like that, you're a very attractive woman I can admit that, anyways I'll see you tomorrow"
She pressed send and immediately regretted it. So much for just saying what came to mind first.
Now she was in an awkward spot, she placed her phone down to then pick it back up and stare at the screen wondering if Regina would respond.
She'd probably call Emma an idiot or have a snide remark like I'd never send you pictures of that nature Miss Swan.
Oh how she lov- , wait she loved it when Regina called her Miss Swan? No she merely liked the name coming from those luscious red lips. Emma groaned and suddenly snapped up, what the hell was wrong with her, why was she thinking like this.
Her phone dings and she sees Regina has in fact written her a reply.
"Goodnight Miss Swan"
Emma is half tempted to respond with an emoji but thinks better of it and closes her phone. She goes to lay down on the couch, Henry had her bed and she didn't feel like dealing with the kicker tonight. She threw an arm over her eyes and soon darkness took over.
'Miss Swan,' a sultry voice purred in her ear, she couldn't see, she was blindfolded, it was red in color.
'Regina' she breathes out quietly and breathily.
'What is it you want?' Regina trails a finger down a very naked back and Emma's hips jerk forward, she now realizes she's handcuffed and blindfolded to a poll of some sort. Her arms sting slightly and she wonders how long she's been out for and stuck like this.
'I didn't think you would wake after the last one' the brunette chuckles and Emma shivers, the last one, last what Emma wondered.
'You want to cum again don't you,' Emma now understands why her thighs are sticky, and a new wave of wetness drips out of her clenching core.
'Yes' is all she can manage as a moan creeps into her throat.
Regina's finger slips into the squirming blonde quickly and she's satisfied with the whimper she draws from the stubborn woman.
'Fuck me Regina' Emma moans pushing her hips down towards the finger, Regina smirks though Emma can't see and adds a second finger without any warning to the savior.
Emma's moan is drawn out and teeth clamp down on a collar bone, and she jerks ….
Awake, Emma jerks awake sweating, and isn't surprised to find her hand between her legs, 'fuck' she thinks to herself as she removes her hand, she did not see how one picture could effect her like this.
She sees the clock above the TV and glares at it as if doing so will change the time it tells... 2AM.
Gods why was she up now, and too aroused to just roll over and go back to sleep, she drags herself off the couch and towards the bathroom locking the door behind herself.
She turns the water on and let's it remain chilled rather than warm it up, she wants sleep so this will hopefully dull her arousal enough to allow her to sleep once more. She's got to cover from 7 to 10 for David, she was supposed to have off but he wants to go with her Mother to the tour of the new school additions.
Why it would take three hours she didn't know, but knowing her mother it was probably only an hour but she wanted some time extra with her father. She could understand that.
She strips down and gets under the cold spray, shivering at first, at the chill that rolls over her body.
"Fuck" she leans her forehead against the wall and allows the stream of water to just roll over her, her arousal is still painful, she may need to help herself find relief.
Despite her better judgement she trails a hand down her thigh and gently rubs her inner right thigh. Sliding her fingers through her slit she groans at how wet she already is from her dream. Her clit throbs ever so slightly and her eyes flutter shut as she stays head against the wall, one hand coming up besides her head.
She circles her entrance with a single digit before plunging two in to the hilt. She lets out a breathy sigh as she feels her stomach tighten slightly.
She imagines Regina being the one whose fingers were buried inside herself. And she moans, curling her fingers up to hit that ribbed patch of flesh that causes her to quickly reach a high, not much more and she'd be cuming all over her fingers.
She pumps in and out of herself, sweat, despite the cold water, forms on her brow. Her cheeks and chest are flushed.
"G-ginaa," she whimpers as she begins to make small fast circles over her clit with her thumb. She imagines the brunette taking her from behind, arm snaked around her waist to meet her clit, her other hand would be thrusting into her from behind.
She feels her walls clench and bites her forearm hard to prevent the scream she knows is trying to tear it's way through her throat. She couldn't wake Henry. She knew there'd be a mark there once she woke again and she'd have to come up with some story for it if asked.
She imagined Regina questioning it and that pushed her over. She bit down forcefully. A whimper escaping pink lips as she felt the gush of warmth as she came.
Her fingers slide out of her heat and she turns to slide down the wall and just sit letting the water pour over her.
She pulls her knees up to her chest and leans her head on them. After a couple of minutes she shuts the water off and gets out wrapping herself in a warm towel. Another towel goes to wrap long blonde hair.
She glances at her face in the mirror momentarily and wonders whether she should attempt makeup today. But for what? Or for who?
She didn't want Regina to see her as attractive. Did she?
R&R let me know thoughts and all I'll update IDK when to be honest, I'll start chapter two today most likely.