SWAN MILLS HOLIDAYS, TAKE ONE
RATING: M
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ONCE, just wanted to play with the characters a bit. If I did, you can be sure SwanQueen would have been canon since Season 2.
A/N: There are so many SQ stories that I love. Really, really love. And so many wonderful women I've met (hi Twitter friends!) since joining the fandom. So to say thank you, here is some SwanQueen fluff and smut.
The first two chapters will go up two days in a row, then posting will happen ideally once a week. The story should track along with the holiday season.
Dedicated to my wife, love you babes. And to SWEN and the amazing authors in our fandom.
CHAPTER 1:
"Gina," Emma grimaced as she wrestled an orange and black Tupperware up from the basement, "where do you want this last one to go?"
"By the front door please, it's the lights, correct? Labeled 'outside decorations?'" Regina responded from the kitchen.
Emma mumbled an incoherent response as she finally was done hauling the boxes up from the basement. "I think you had me move in just so you would never have to carry anything heavy again Regina," Emma called, as she made her way to the living room to plop down on the sofa and take a rest.
Closing her eyes for a moment, a smile began to creep across Emma's face. For as much grief as she enjoyed giving Regina, she could not believe she had officially moved into 108 Mifflin Street and was there to stay. She lived with Regina and their son now, her leather jackets tucked away in the closet she shared with Regina, a photo of her parents and brother Neal displayed on the mantel in the living room, her blanket displayed proudly on the chase lounger in the master bedroom she now had taken residence in.
It was a long road to get them to this point, but she could not be happier now that they were there.
As the telltale sound of heels made their click click down the hallway, Emma let the grin remain on her face as she could smell the presence of the woman she loved moving closer to where she lay. A hint of apples, a bit of cinnamon and a natural sweet scent that made her, her.
"Thank you dear," Regina whispered, as she leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Emma's pink lips. "And of course I had you finally move in with us just to get out of carrying anything heavy ever again. I'm glad we are on the same page about this," Regina chuckled as Emma opened her eyes, a playful scowl inching across her face. She could not help it, whenever Emma carried anything very heavy, the way her muscular arms strained and moved, sometimes glistening with sheen of sweat, well, it was a huge turn on for Regina. Her eyes had a faraway look as she remember Emma moving in, wearing that white tank top, her muscles straining – that was a damn good day, she thought, before her attention came back to the woman before her. "You are also in charge of all bug removal, you are aware of this, right?"
"Hey, I thought it was my good looks and Charming personality that won you over. Finally," she replied, pulling the brunette down onto her lap.
"Careful Miss Swan! I brought you something sweet to drink as reward for all your hard work. And all the hard work you still have left to do, dear. Henry should be back from practice soon," she reminded the blond as she settled into her lap, "so you won't have to do all the manual labor yourself."
Emma took the hot chocolate Regina had been holding and stole a careful sip, her lips parting, her pink tongue darting out to test the temperature before she smiled into the mug to enjoy the first taste. While Emma was having a moment with her hot chocolate, Regina was having another moment of her own, her eyes focused on Emma's lips, her tongue, the way she slowly exhaled before she drank. She was so relaxed in this moment, so content, Regina was just happy to watch.
After allowing Emma a few more sips, she carefully extracted the mug from her hands, placing it on a coaster on the coffee table and took Emma's chin in her right hand, pulling her eyes up to gaze into those beautiful hazel, sometimes green, eyes.
"Happy first official Halloween living together Emma," she whispered to the blond.
Emma's eyes grew a little glassy, enjoying the moment, taking it in, allowing herself to be present and totally engaged with the woman sitting on top of her. Her hand softly pulled out the shirt tucked into Regina's sleek black pants, finding the skin so adored to brush softly as Regina spoke. Goose flesh appeared on Regina's back with the soft soft soft caress.
They had been through so much together, lost lovers and friends, fought dragons and pirates, saved their son from Peter Pan and navigated through the Underworld together. It had been heart breaking at times, stressful and sad, but Regina teaching her to do magic, watching their son grow up, together, and realizing who they were to each other was much more than co-parents, and best friends. They were meant to be together. And while that realization was scary at first, while it was overwhelming to feel that shift in their relationship, to get to where they were today, it was something she would never take for granted.
"I love you Regina Mills. Thank you," Emma responded back gently. "Thank you for giving me the home I always dreamed of and never knew I would ever truly have."
Their eyes were wet with the emotion of the moment, as their lips found each other's, a kiss to express the deep gratitude they both had at finally being together, and at peace. Emma's hand on Regina's back pulled her down, pulling her body close, close, close as Regina shifted, straddling the blond as the kiss progressed. It was slow, it was luxurious, the kind of kiss lovers can share and appreciate on a soft couch on a Saturday afternoon. Light streamed into the room as Regina's hand found their way under Emma's shirt, rucking up the henley on her sides to access the pale skin.
Slowly the kiss ended, Regina's forehead pressed against Emma's, green eyes searching brown. "Delicious darling," Regina smiled sitting up, "now, back to work for you," she commanded, eyes sparkling as she lifted her body off Emma's, straightening her shirt. With a wink and kiss, she was back to the kitchen to fix lunch.
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"So Henry, what do mummies like listening to on Halloween," Emma asked as she was perched on top of a ladder, hanging ghosts from the big tree in front of their house.
"I have no idea Ma, what?" Henry replied, in that semi-annoyed way a teenage boy responds to his parent when he thinks they are slightly insane.
"Wrap music!" Emma replied, laughing so hard she almost knocked herself off the ladder that luckily Henry was responsibly anchoring to the ground.
"Ha ha, Ma. Funny."
"What, I'm hysterical!" she replied as she reached a little higher to put up the final ghost. The entire front yard was now decorated to the exact standards the brunette had carefully laid out for Henry and Emma from her position on the porch. There were cobwebs on the bushes, fake little spiders hanging throughout, ghosts in the trees and orange and purple lights adorning the walkway up to the house. On the front door was a skeleton, a fog machine hidden behind one of the pillars and spooky music ready to go from the window next to the front door.
Ever since Henry had been little, Regina went all out for the holidays. Even when the town was frozen in time, everything she did was the ensure felt Henry was happy and loved. And making the holidays special made her feel like a proper mother in the crazy world that she was raising her Little Prince. They never had celebrated anything like Halloween in the Enchanted Forest, but dressing up in extravagant costume was nothing new for the Queen.
She particularly enjoyed when Henry was little and she got to dress him up in whatever comic book character held his interest that year. Her favorite was when he dressed as Batman, and she dressed up as Wonder Woman to fight by his side. She had always had a little crush on Lynda Carter. She had a lot of time in the 28 years of the curse, and when Henry expressed a love of comics, Regina dove in with gusto, learning the difference between Thor's hammer and Captain America's shield. But Wonder Woman, she was something special.
So now that the curse was broken, their town now on the map of quaint little villages that dotted the coast of Maine, and new families had moved in, she was thrilled to go all out for Halloween once again.
"Hey Henry, why did the policeman ticket the ghost," Emma enquired as she began to clean up the supplies that dotted the front lawn.
"Why Ma?" Henry responded, rolling his eyes playfully.
"It didn't have a haunting license! Get it, a license to haunt instead of hunt?"
"Your hysterical Ma. Maybe you should go into stand up and leave all the Sherriffing to gramps." He grinned back at her. "So are we done here? I promised Violet I'd go watch her volleyball game this afternoon at school."
"Well, I think we better get the Queen's approval before you are released from your duties."
Knowing he could not leave until his mom did indeed give them her stamp of approval, Henry strode up the front steps, cracking open the door and yelling, loudly, for his mother to join them out front.
Teenagers, Emma thought, shaking her head with a smile on her face as she fit the lid back on the appropriately themed storage container. Of course Regina had color-coded storage containers for different holidays. Never in Emma's life had she encountered someone as meticulous and organized as Regina. Color-coded Tupperware…
Hearing those heels appear on the front porch caused Emma to quickly look up, brown eyes finding hers immediately as a smile spread across both women's faces.
"So Mom, what do you think? How did Ma and I do?" Henry called.
Regina took a moment to look carefully around the yard with a critical eye. She looked up into the tree, ran her fingers over the bushes as she sauntered over to their son, looking up at him when she reached his side. He was now taller than her and found herself keeping her heels on more often than not just to try to remain eye level with him for a little while longer.
"Wonderful Henry," she smiled and wrapped her slender arm around his waist, leaning into his side as she continued to look around the yard. He would always be her Little Prince, even if he was now taller than her. He allowed the hug, pulling his tiny mother into his side, grateful to see her happy, and to see blonde mother grinning like a fool at the two of them across the yard.
"Nice work Sherriff," Regina grinned, "and yes Henry, you have fulfilled your duties for the day. Enjoy your afternoon with Violet, but please be home for dinner. She is welcome to join us if you would like."
"Thanks Mom, you're the best," Henry grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I'm just gonna grab my stuff and be on my way."
Watching him walk up the steps, Regina called, "do you need a ride?"
"No, I'll walk, it's still nice outside. Thanks Mom."
Emma beamed at Henry as he shut the front door. "He has you wrapped around his finger, you know that, right?" Regina said, pulling Emma gently into her arms.
"Oh, like he doesn't own you too?" She smirked, loving the way Regina's body felt pressed against her. The soft curves that fit like lock and key to her own. The way Regina's lips seemed to always be drawn to her neck as she would nuzzle into the blonde. How she was just a little shorter than Emma, and Emma loved the way she could smell the sweet scent of her apple cinnamon shampoo when they were holding onto one another tightly.
It's was kinda ridiculously perfect.
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The inside of the house was tastefully decorated for fall when Emma had made her way back inside after returning the final Tupperware to the basement. It smelled like pumpkin pie and apples, a soft red throw adorned the couch and simple pumpkin candles now lined the mantle. A beautiful wreath of falls leaves with a huge pillar candle adorned the dining room table. It was the little touches that made this house a home and Emma was overcome by the feeling.
When she had moved in, just a few weeks prior, Regina insisted that they go shopping for some new things to decorate the house together. What that really meant was that Emma tag along while Regina shopped. But they had taken a day trip to Portland, just the two of them, and it meant more to Emma than she could ever really find the words to express. She did get to provide her two cents if she liked this piece of art, which new bedspread they wanted in the master, and Emma even picked out two new picture frames for the mantle.
For much of Emma's life, all she owned could fit into her bug. And the idea of buying things to decorate a place she lived was simply not important, as she never knew when she would be moving on. But now, she had a home, and a woman who encouraged her to make it her own. Within reason, of course, as it was Regina's house she was moving into. But she had a say. And that meant a lot.
Wandering into the kitchen to find that very woman, Emma stopped dead in her tracks. Regina was bent over, peering into the oven, her tight black slacks showing off her tight rear end, her ass holding a special place in Emma's heart. Gods her ass was a thing of beauty. Those curves, the way she moved, and when she bent over Emma could not help it. A thousand dirty thoughts ran through her mind all at once, most involving Regina bent over on their bed, Emma's hands, lips, tongue or toys all enjoying the firm behind in front of her.
Sensing Emma in the room, Regina slowly lifted her head over her shoulder and peered at Emma. "See something you like Sherriff?" Regina laughed, deep and throaty.
"Yes Madame Mayor, I do." She strode with purpose across the kitchen, her body colliding with Regina's as she leaned into the woman as she slowly closed the door of the oven, sneaking a quick peak at whatever masterpiece Regina has inside for dinner. "A roast? Smells delicious!" Emma exclaimed, "did you make that apple topping I love to go with it?" she asked excitedly, sounds more like a kid in a candy store than a grown woman who not moments before had a look of pure desire written across her face.
Standing up, Regina shifted, taking the blonde into her arms. "Yes dear, with the apple topping you love," she chuckled into Emma's mouth as she leaned up just a smidge to take Emma's plump, pink bottom lip into her mouth, sucking hard as Emma's eyes glazed over.
"How much time do you think we have before Henry is back, dear," Regina growled as her tongue swept into Emma's mouth, hard and fast.
"Enough," Emma answered with fierce determination. "Upstairs, now," she directed, pulling Regina with her as they ran from the kitchen.
TBC. Thoughts? Too much fluff? Thanks for reading, rec'ing, support, I really appreciate it!