Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Once Upon a Time, yet I would absolutely love to.
Sex in the Air
"Miss Swan, how much longer are you going to make me wait?" Dark brown wisps of hair whipped back as the Mayor sprinted towards the gate, her luggage trailing behind her.
"I dunno, you're the one that decided to test me. We'll have to see how long you can last," Emma turned to face her partner, bouncing with each backwards step.
"It's beginning to become unbearable," Regina rolled her eyes at the nuisance of the ache throbbing between her thighs. She clenched her fists in an attempt to avert her focus with no avail.
"You should have thought of that before saying that you could outlast me," Emma's tantalizing smile very well hid the fact that she, too, was becoming desperate for Regina's touch. In order to ease her struggle with her betraying body, she pivoted herself forward and continued to hop along towards the concourse. It was best to face away from the brunette anyway, so that she could avoid any temptation.
Regina wasn't wearing her customary formal attire. She trudged through the airport in a white, transparent v-neck, which accentuated her perky breasts as well as the raven-colored lingerie encasing them. The clingy, denim that she wore - which was almost as tight as Emma's herself - pronounced her curvy bottom-half. All of this, while the heels clicking beneath her feet forced the muscles of her lower limbs to be even tighter. At some point in their travel through the airport, Emma ended up behind the former queen, and couldn't help but notice how perfectly bubbled the other woman's behind was. It was then, she confirmed, that she needed to keep her eyes off of Regina in order to win this provocation.
"You're being absolutely preposterous, dear. You're so preoccupied with winning a bet with me that you're willing to let me pay the price," the mayor scoffed as they took their seats before gate 20 A. Their plane, if on time, was scheduled to leave at 10:45. They had an hour - plus the three on the plane itself - to uncomfortably anticipate their vacation.
"'Gina, you've made it this far. How much is a few more hours?" Emma placed a gentle hand onto her partner's thigh, "Plus, who's the one worried about winning, here? You haven't given in yet, which tells me that you're determined to win, as well," a crooked grin made its way across the pale woman's face in success.
The Queen's chocolate eyes darkened at the contact between Emma's hand and her thigh, "Refrain from touching with me, especially near my groin. I don't need you to bring me any more torture than I'm already in".
The blonde's hands shot up as if a police officer was pointing a gun at her; Regina's glare was practically as dangerous as that, "Alright alright. I was just trying to lighten the situation".
"Instead of 'lightening the situation', you could simply remove the whole predicament itself," the older woman's tone pronounced matter-of-factly.
Pastel pink lips brought themselves in close proximity to an olive-skinned ear, "Oh yeah, Madame Mayor? And how could I do that?"
Regina's breath hitched at the insinuation as well as the closeness of the other woman's mouth to her ear. Ear biting was definitely one of her weaknesses, and Emma knew it. Instead of indulging the woman that pestered at her side, she spun her head in the opposite direction and stuck her nose high into the air. She wasn't going to give in to Emma Swan, of all people.
A chuckle worked its way from the Savior's lungs, "Well, alright. If you don't want to play along with me, suit yourself."
And with that, the airline assistant's voice resounded, "All first-class passengers at gate 20 A for the flight to Orlando, Florida may begin boarding now". Regina couldn't have risen from her chair and made her way towards the boarding desk any faster.
"Wait, Regina!" Emma fumbled with her backpack before sprinting towards the flustered woman.
Making her way into the plane behind the short-haired woman, the Sheriff found herself sizing up Regina's frame once more. Dammit, she thought. Why does she have to have such a hot body? I won't lose to Regina. She would rub it into my face until the day that I die. Before making their way into their seats, Emma trailed her fingertips down the older woman's back. Continuing the downward motion, she reached the Mayor's ass, splayed her hand wide across one side, and squeezed.
As a result, the Regina jumped and caught her breath. Emma always knew the most inconvenient times to antagonize her, "Cut it out, Swan," she cautioned.
Her lover's lips whispered into her ear once more, "Or what, Your Majesty? You're going to fuck me?" The Sheriff produced a toothy, yet seductive grin.
Mental, and utterly provocative, images of dominating the Savior emreged in the queen's mind. Biting her lip in order to contain herself, Regina slapped away the blonde's arm with her digits, and sat down into her first class seat. She was thanking the heavens at this moment that the seats were wider in this zone. If she were as close to Emma as the ones in the Coach section happened to be, she wouldn't have been able to control herself. Closing her eyes and taking a rejuvenating breath, the brunette attempted to calm her dirty thoughts. Upon opening them, however, her eyes picked up an image of the well-built woman struggling to put her backpack in the overhead storage. The one damn time this girl takes that hideous red jacket off Regina pointed out amongst herself, glancing at the leather garment on the seat beside her and once more at Emma. Her pale arms displayed a perfect amount of muscle, her collarbones jutted out just the way Regina enjoyed, and of course, her breasts pushed together and forward, right at her eyesight. Pursing her lips and letting a long breath escape her nostrils, Her Majesty could feel the intensity rapidly rise at the apex of her thighs.
"You alright, Regina?" Emma took her seat next to her, wearing an expression of worry.
"Put your breasts away, Miss Swan," her vacant gaze focused in front of her, she struggled to stop her pulsing crotch.
"Ohhhh, I get it. Someone frustrated?" A dirty-blonde eyebrow quirked up, almost the same way as the other woman's would. She had seen the expression so much that she was practically able to perfect it.
"Shut up, dear. I am going to close my eyes, and they're not going to open until this frustrating-as-hell flight has completed," her temple pressed against the light-skinned, muscular shoulder of the Sheriff alongside her.
"Whatever you say, dear," the blonde mocked before running her fingers through silky, dark brown locks.
After the plane had already taken off and the two were in the air, Emma took this time to admire resting Regina. She still couldn't believe how stunning her queen was, even after all of the time she's been blessed with being able to gaze upon her complexion. The Savior noted that she especially enjoyed her lips at this moment, which were partially turned up at the edges, as if Miss Mills were in her own peaceful world. What she didn't know, however, was that the older woman was not necessarily experiencing a placid dream.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoyed! I promise there will be smut next chapter, for sure. Let me know what you think~