Regina's POV
"What the hell are you doing?" Besides pissing me off … The rest of the sentence went unsaid as Regina stormed out the back door of her house to where Emma stood, still holding her chainsaw. She wanted to slap that smirk right off her beautiful face …
"Picking apples."
"You're out of your mind!" Regina snarled.
"You come after me one more time and I'm coming back for the rest of this tree, because sister, you have NO IDEA what I am capable of." Dropping the chain saw, she turned to start walking away. "Your move."
That was when Regina tackled her.
Emma's POV
Emma's body met the grass as Regina fell on top of her. Fuck! She took a moment to regain the breath that had been forced out of her, and by that time Regina had rolled Emma onto her back, left hand pinning down Emma's right arm. Emma watched as Regina drew her right arm back to punch her.
Moving quickly, Emma raised her hips in an attempt to dislodge Regina, but she remained pinned under the brunette. "Get off!" she said, voice dropping to a lower, and what she hoped was a more threatening, tone.
Regina just laughed and swung her fist down.
Regina's POV
What would've been a straight, hard punch to the jaw turned into a punch that just grazed Emma's eye. Regina's aim had been shifted by Emma again attempting – and more successfully this time – to extricate herself.
Changing tactics, Regina reached over to trap Emma's free wrist against the ground. "My, my. Perhaps you've saved most of your pretty little face, but you'll still have a nice black eye to show off." Regina taunted. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to play nicely with the other kids? Oh wait," she breathed, eyes burning into Emma's, "your mother didn't care enough to tell you before she dropped you off on the side of the highway."
As blue eyes widened in shock, Regina took time to admire the toll her insult took on the blonde. "Your move." Regina mocked.
Emma's POV
Emma couldn't think; she could hardly breathe. How in the hell did you get like this? she wondered. Who made you this cold and cruel?
Suddenly, Emma didn't care anymore. She just wanted Regina to feel all the anguish and fury that burned inside Emma right now. She wanted to hurt Regina like Regina had hurt her. And there was only way she could think of succeeding at that …
Closing the short gap between them, Emma crashed their lips together.
Regina's POV
Regina's body stiffened in surprise as their lips met, but then she was kissing Emma back, as she had only in lusty daydreams that she couldn't even admit to herself that she had. God, she tastes so damn GOOD. And it seems like Emma's enjoying this too? Oh god …
Their mouths moved hesitantly at first, as if testing boundaries, but it wasn't long before both their tongues and their hands went to work exploring each other. Regina ran her hands down Emma's sides, reveling in the responding shiver from the blonde.
They broke apart, gasping for breath, staring at each other in bewilderment. "We … should probably take this inside?" Regina hesitated. She wanted to test the waters, unsure of how the blonde would react.
Blue eyes wide as saucers and still breathing heavily, Emma nodded. Reaching her hand behind Regina's head, she pulled the brunette back in for another quick kiss before standing up and reaching to help Regina up as well.
Emma's POV
Oh. My. God. Emma pulled Regina up to meet her, and let the brunette pull her into the house and up the stairs. She kissed me back. But she hates me, doesn't she? Emma looked up to see the other woman grin seductively at her as she removed Emma's red leather jacket. Apparently not.
Her jeans soon followed her jacket to the floor, having been practically ripped from her. Emma took charge now, unzipping Regina's black dress and sliding it off her. She paused a moment, mesmerized by the beauty of the voluptuous brunette in front of her, but got right to work on Regina's breasts as the last of their clothing fell away.
Moaning a bit, Regina entwined her hands in soft, golden locks, and Emma continued her conquest. Moving away from Regina's entrancing red lips, Emma kissed and nipped her way down the brunette's neck.
Regina's POV
Regina shivered in pleasure as Emma explored every inch of the brunette's body with her tongue. Damn this feels good … it's been too long … Too long insisted that Emma hurry up though, and Regina, being forced to the will of her body's needs, gave the blonde a pleading look.
Understanding the desperate glance but wanting to enjoy making Regina squirm, Emma moved on to Regina's thighs and traced them both, each time getting closer and closer to the building slickness at Regina's core.
"D-d-don't … tease m-me!" She managed to gasp as Emma gave her what could only be described as the definition of an impish grin.
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Emma chuckled; Regina was too aroused to frown at the use of her title. With that, two fingers plunged deep inside her, obliterating all thought.
Emma's POV
Emma watched, her own thighs slickening, as Regina threw her head back, moaning. She really was beautiful like this. Of course she'd be most breathtaking when no one's watching. Keeping a steady rhythm, her lips found their way back to Regina's breathless ones.
After a minute, Emma added a third finger, and the resulting half-gasp, half-cry, let her know Regina was close. The blonde broke the passionate kiss. "Are you going to scream for me Regina? Are you going to cry out my name when you come?" Emma had her mischievous look again. "You'd better, or I might not finish you."
The glare from those intense brown eyes could have easily killed one of the giants from the Enchanted Forrest, but Emma didn't even blink. It was never her intention to punish Regina like that; she just wanted to mess with her. So she kissed Regina again and increased her speed, assuaging any fears the brunette may have had.
It didn't take long.
Regina's POV
"EMMA!"
Regina's head spun. Her body clenched and she went limp on the bed, enjoying the ecstasy. Closing her eyes, and still panting a bit, she slowly regained consciousness of her surroundings. Emma had withdrawn her fingers from the brunette's core, and was drawing on Regina's abs with slick fingers.
Too curious about the pictures on her body to remain as she was for long, Regina glanced at the blonde's artwork: an apple with a pair of swan wings. How appropriate, Regina mentally chuckled. Moving her gaze to rest instead on the artist, her expression changed from amusement to desire.
Emma's body visibly tensed with anticipation and need. How can she read me so easily?
Emma's POV
Emma knew that look. She had seen want cross Regina's features the first time they met, and many times since, no matter how fleeting. Though at times she had questioned if she had really seen anything at all, no doubt remained that Regina wanted Emma just as much as Emma wanted Regina.
Emma sighed, beginning her descent into bliss as the brunette kissed her, tongue begging an entrance to meet Emma's. She complied and felt Regina's smile against her lips. She should smile more often … it makes her even more breathtaking.
Where did that come from? she wondered, but all thought was lost as the other woman moved on, leaving red welts – already starting to turn the dark colors of lust – up and down Emma's neck.
Regina's POV
Regina paused a moment to admire her work. The darkening blossoms of ownership bloomed brilliantly against the blonde's pale skin. One bruise in particular snatched her attention – the purple-black blotch on Emma's eye. What did I do? she asked herself, momentarily horrified. How could I have wanted to punch Emma? Now was not the time for regret though; she could apologize later. At the moment, Emma was hers.
Grinning wickedly, she looked at the clothes carelessly scattered on the floor. She left Emma, but only for a moment, having returned with the desired object from Emma's belt. Regina watched blue eyes fly open as the cold metal encircled the blonde's wrists.
"Handcuffs?" the blonde asked, excitedly. The brunette watched as Emma's face lit up, and her countenance became even more seductive, if that was possible.
Regina felt a familiar slickness between her thighs as Emma told her to 'do her worst'. God, I'm going to come all over again if she keeps this up …
Emma's POV
She had forgotten how good it felt – the freezing metal connecting her wrists to the elaborate headboard of Regina's oversized bed, the passion-filled kisses that bruised their lips, the smooth skin of the female form … especially Regina's form, holy fuck, Emma mused.
Emma moaned as blood red lips furiously attacked her breasts, making them stiffen to the point of being deliciously painful. Her hips raised to meet Regina's, and the contact made both of them lose their breath temporarily. The brunette was not one to surrender her control over to desire so easily though.
She ravaged her way down the lean body, leaving Emma shaking with need. "Oh shit … I … you … n-need to … just … n-n-no-" Emma could barely finish her thought, "not fair."
"What's not fair, hmm?" with that, Emma cursed as three fingers entered her core without preamble. "Are you not … happy with … this?" Jamming her now slippery fingers in with increasing speed, she continued. "Because from the … sound of … it … uh …" Regina almost lost herself, but with clenched teeth managed to hold off, "you've never been … fucked harder … Jesus, you're tight … aren't you?"
A pitiful whimper was the only reply that escaped Emma's swollen lips. She watched her lover, eyes widening, then scrunching shut when the brunette's tongue entered between her folds, flicking her insides. "OH! Fuck … mmm …" She reached to scratch her nails down Regina's back, but found they were held still by those circles of steel.
As Regina switched back to curling her fingers in the blonde's core, she went to work once more on Emma's neck. "You. WILL. Beg." There was no question in her tone, just a pure statement of fact.
"Please," Emma groaned, eyes pleading. That wasn't enough to satisfy the power-hungry brunette though, and the sharp bite on her ear helped Emma regain control of her vocal chords. "Please. Fuck me now. Please Re-GINA!" The line Regina trace from Emma's collarbone to her jaw, the friction between their swaying and pulsing bodies, and the three digits pulling in and out while rubbing circles on her clit sent her tumbling over the precipice, screaming the last half of her lover's name.
Regina's POV
Mmm … she loved the feel over Emma tightening around her hand, then going limp. Gently removing her fingers and rolling onto the bed beside her, she licked the remains of the blonde's deluge. After licking her digits clean, she turned to find amazed blue eyes looking tiredly at her.
"Shh … rest now." She whispered, pulling Emma in closer to her side. The blonde rested her head on Regina's chest, bringing a smile of contentment to both of their lips as one drifted off to sleep and the other watched over her.
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