A/N: Second OUAT story actually trying magic this is going up simultaneously with Reception. This is in Regina's POV. I was writing this and was only writing it in Regina's POV but as I went along, I needed to show Emma's POV but I thought it would disrupt the flow of Regina's thoughts. so if you want to see both points of view, you read this story first, then Reception. I hope you like it.


Inception


Drunk


"Here you go Regina," Emma said as she helped me into bed. She had stayed with me under the premise of being a drinking buddy, but she had stopped drinking with me when I was beyond caring that she matched me drink for drink. She was far too sober for my liking, but I suppose I am grateful that she has been able to return me safely home.

"I cannot sleep like this." I said noting the slurring in my speech. I was truly far gone, but obviously, I wasn't to forget this night, I hadn't consumed enough mind erasing concoctions to forget that Robin had left along with my happiness. I could feel the sob coming up like bile. I sat up in bed and began to tear at the buttons of my blouse. "help me out of these..." I plead as the tears spilled out of me.

Emma came to me and held me instead. Her strong arms enfolded me and rocked me back and forth. "I'm here for you Regina, Always okay?" She whispered.

I clutched at the front of her deplorable red jacket and turned my head burying my face in her Neck. She rubbed circles into my back and I inhaled her sweet scent of leather and chocolate. The feel of her hands so gentle on me and the smell of her around me, awakened the person that Robin had brought out just a few days before. Alive and sexual. It could be the alcohol flowing within me, or the electrifying draw of Emma's own Magic, but my libido was fully awakened.

I took a deep breath taking more of her scent in, it had been so long since I've had a female companion. If you could count my exercise of power over my handmaidens back in the enchanted forest. I kissed the neck of the woman comforting me. She turned her head, and kissed me. No shock, no protests about the pirate, just acceptance.

I lay her back in my bed as I didn't want to separate from her. She was. Willing and I was wanting. Finally, I stopped kissing her lips as I was in need of Air. Her chest heaved as she looked up at me. "I need..." I tried to articulate my urgency.

She only nodded and pulled my face to hers tangling her fingers in my hair. Our tongues battled for dominance and in my haste I used my magic to rid us of our clothes. I ached to feel her skin against mine. She moaned as the skin on our abdomen made contact. The sound of it alone made my loins pulsate with want. My hips bucked, and she groaned again as I was situated between her thighs.

I smiled and began to kiss Emma's alabaster body. Taking note of every stretch mark and scar. I lavished every inch of her torso hips and thighs with kisses, licks, and nips until her body rocked with her desire to finally have me at her center. When I finally reached that bundle of nerves, she jumped up in bed and gave a soundless scream. No matter her pants and moans were enough to soak my thighs. I reached down and touched my own center as my face was buried in her. The sensation was intense. So much so that as she let down on her orgasm, I came over the edge with her.

I screamed and sat up in bed. I was soaked in sweat and oh so satisfied. And as I came down from my orgasmic high, I was fully clothed. The silken blouse I had worn on my night of binge drinking still nicely tucked into my pencil skirt only slightly wrinkled because of sleep, but thoroughly soaked as my underwear because I did orgasm. All by myself.

I groaned as my head began to pound. I slid slowly out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I could feel the alcohol burn its way back up my chest. I raced to the toilet bowl and expelled what felt like my life force. There was a distant knocking at my bedroom door. I could not respond. But maybe that vivid scene was not all a dream and Emma had in fact spent the night with me.

I heard the door open, "Mom?"

I'd never been more disappointed to hear that voice. Do not misunderstand, I love my son but I'd hoped...

"Mom?" he said and got down on his knees beside me as I dry heaved. "Emma told me you'd had a little too much and I should listen out for you."

I blanched. " when did she..." I trailed off if he saw her leave this morning then it hadn't been a dream.

"Last night after she got you into your room. She said you were really sad and tired. You must have had nightmares 'cause you were moaning and groaning in your sleep."

It was just a dream, a hot messy and intense dream. I righted myself from the ground. "That was thoughtful of her." I smiled at him. " how about I get showered and we go get some breakfast at Granny's this morning?"

He smiled back and nodded. He exited the room.


A/N: What do you think? if you read it and you like it let me know it. Now run along and read Reception which should be up NOW! This does not have a steady date... I would have saved it for later except I was ceased by the need to write this. So let me know if you want more... 'Til next time, much love!-S.K.