"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Regina sat on her sofa with her arms crossed over her chest while Emma cued up her Netflix selection.
"Oh, please. You know you're excited about Girls' Night. You need this." Having found the show she was looking for, Emma reached for the bag she had brought filled with her girls' night essentials and pulled out a large bottle. "Besides, I brought tequila!"
"First of all, I object to the term "Girls' Night." I am not a girl. Secondly, I don't drink tequila."
"Fine, WOMEN'S Night, whatever. Doesn't have the same ring to it, but I'll go with it. And I know you don't drink tequila. That's why I brought Scotch!" Emma raised her other hand with a triumphant grin.
Regina had to admit the woman had good taste in Scotch. Maybe that would get her through whatever nonsense she was about to be objected to. "Very well. I'll get some glasses." Emma stopped her with a raised hand.
"Got that covered, too." Setting the bottles on the coffee table, Emma reached once again into her bag (which was beginning to remind Regina of Mary Poppins' carpet bag) and came up with two freezable tumblers. "We don't even need ice!"
Regina shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile at Emma's enthusiasm. "Tell me, what pinnacle of contemporary entertainment will you be subjecting me to this evening, Miss Swan?" She plucked a tumblr from Emma's hand and reached for the Scotch, pouring herself a healthy serving.
"Tonight, if it pleases Your Highness, we will be watching season one of 'Orange Is the New Black.'"
"Is it some kind of fashion show?" Regina asked as she took a sip from her cup and settled back onto the sofa.
"Oh, my God, Regina, no, it's not a fashion show." Emma rolled her eyes. "It's about a women's prison."
Regina wrinkled her nose. "Well, that doesn't sound very entertaining."
"Just shut up and drink your booze. Trust me."
By the end of the first episode, Regina was no longer lounging on the sofa, but sitting on the edge of the seat. By the end of episode three, Granny's to-go boxes littered the coffee table, she was exclaiming "Fuck you, Larry!" in all of the appropriate places, and Emma was watching her more than she was watching the show.
During a particularly sexy scene involving Piper and Alex, Emma couldn't keep from imagining herself and Regina in the same position. Which led to imagining them in various other positions. The combination of the tequila, the show, and the company was wreaking havoc on her libido. Truth be told, hanging out with Regina almost always wreaked havoc on her libido. Hell, fighting with Regina did, too. It just wasn't as much of a problem before they became friends and started spending more time together.
"They sure perform oral sex on each other a lot on this show."
Emma nearly choked on the chip she had just popped into her mouth. "What?!"
Regina gestured toward the tv, sloshing half of her drink out of her glass in the process. "These women. They perform lunil. . . clinnil . . . cunnil. . . THAT on each other an awful lot, don't they?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, most women enjoy it." Gulping down another mouthful of tequila, Emma added under her breath, "If you do it right."
"I've never enjoyed it."
"That's because you're too much of a control freak." Emma clapped her hand over her own mouth. Trying to fix her drunken outburst, she hastily added, "Or you've had lousy partners?" She really didn't want to piss Regina off tonight.
"I'm only controlling because I have to be." She said it so quietly that Emma almost missed it.
"What? Why do you have to be in control?"
"I learned a long time ago if I want something done, I have to do it myself. And if I'm not the one in charge, I always end up getting hurt." Regina stared down into her cup. "But sometimes I wish I didn't have to be in control all the time. Let someone else take the reins, you know?"
Unbidden images of Regina in all sorts of mouth-watering positions flashed through Emma's mind. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. There was no way Regina was talking about sex. She was speaking generally, right? Except the conversation had started with an observation about oral, so . . .
"Ahem. Well . . . it can be fun to . . . I mean. . . there's something to be said for . . . um, taking turns." Emma felt the heat of a bright red blush on her face and neck. She wasn't normally so squeamish about this subject, but this wasn't Ruby; this was the subject of her most recent and graphic fantasies. The situation definitely called for more booze. Reaching for the tequila, Emma noticed that the bottle of Scotch was already half empty and suddenly understood the reason for Regina's TMI. She was drunk. Emma had been too distracted by the topic of their conversation to really notice.
Regina sat back with a loud sigh. "I wish I could just let go, but I don't think I could let someone have control over me like that."
It sounded to Emma like Regina needed some real, honest-to-goodness, woman-to-woman conversation, so she knew she would need to woman up and get through this conversation. "Try not to think of it as a matter of control, then. Think of it as . . . allowing your partner to give you pleasure undirected."
"You make it sound so easy! You actually enjoy it?" Regina sat up again, swinging one leg up to sit sideways on the couch facing Emma.
Emma's eyes widened in panic. Was Regina being general or specific now? "Um, well, I, yeah, I mean, sure. I mean, sometimes, if they know what they're doing."
"Can you teach me?"
"What?! You want me to TEACH you?!" Emma was sure she was going to hyperventilate. Her hands were so sweaty she had to put her drink down before she dropped it on the floor. She nervously rubbed her palms over her denim-clad thighs.
"Yes, teach me how to give up some control."
Emma was beyond relieved. General she could do. Besides, Regina was looking at her so imploringly and she was so damn adorable with her shoes kicked off and her hair a mess that Emma just couldn't disappoint her.
"Um, OK. Just let me think for a second." She looked around the room for something, anything to give her a clue as to how to accomplish Regina's request. She pulled her back onto her lap and rummaged around, stopping when she found something that she thought she could use. Drawing out a black scarf, she gulped. It was Regina Mills Fantasy #36. Emma took a deep breath. She could do this.
Emma turned back to Regina, who was looking at the scarf in her hand with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. She watched as Regina slowly leaned to one side and sat her drink down on the table.
"I have to warn you, Miss Swan, if you plan on trying to tie me up, I don't think it will go well."
"What? No! I'm not going to tie you up, Regina." Emma stood and walked around to the back of the sofa. Regina followed her movement, turning her head to keep an eye on the other woman. "I want you to turn back around and sit up. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Regina pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow, but only hesitated a moment before doing as requested. Emma ran her hands through Regina's silky brown hair and smiled at the gasp her action induced. She tucked the hair behind Regina's ears before sliding her hands down to tense shoulders.
"Relax. It's just me. Do you trust me?"
At Regina's silent nod, Emma took the scarf in both hands and slowly brought it up to cover Regina's eyes. Regina's breathing quickened when Emma tied the ends of the scarf to together behind her head. Emma leaned down and put her lips next to the panicked woman's ear.
"Deep breaths, Regina. Don't pass out on me yet." She watched as Regina struggled to slow her breathing and twisted her hands together in her lap. She walked back around the sofa and sat on the coffee table in front of Regina, taking her hands in her own.
"Hey, it's OK. You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?" When Regina nodded again, Emma placed her trembling hands on the sofa on either side of her lap. "Let's just keep those right there for now. Don't move them until I tell you to."
Reaching back into her bag, Emma pulled out a baggie of assorted chocolate candies. "Open your mouth." Regina hesitated, biting her lip. "Regina, if you open your mouth, I promise you'll like what I put in it." When Regina smiled and opened her mouth, Emma quickly popped in a chocolate.
"Oh! That's really good."
"Told you. How 'bout another?" Emma lifted another candy up to Regina's mouth, mesmerized by the pink tongue peeking out to run over full lips. When the lips parted, Emma allowed her fingers to just graze their moist softness as she fed Regina a second candy. She closed her eyes for a brief moment. Regina's lips were as soft as Emma had imagined. As soft as she'd dreamed.
On the third piece, Emma could swear the felt the tip of Regina's tongue on her finger. By the fifth piece, there was definite swirling and Emma was practically panting. The combination of being that close to Regina, that close to her mouth, and feeling her tongue on her fingers was sweet torture. Emma slipped the last piece of chocolate into Regina's mouth and couldn't hold back a soft moan when Regina wrapped her lips around one of her fingers. Regina's lips curved into a sly smile. Emma reluctantly withdrew her finger.
"Hey, now, no sneaky stuff, lady." She laughed at the pout on Regina's face. "We're supposed to be learning about giving control to someone else, aren't we?" Emma pictured a patented Regina eyeroll happening behind the blindfold.
"How 'bout we use our imaginations?" Emma stood once more and walked back behind the sofa so she could once again lean into Regina's personal space and speak softly into her ear.
"Picture it: you're lying on your bed, completely naked, eyes closed. You hear them moving around the room, but you don't open your eyes. They're so close you can almost feel them, and goosebumps sprout up all over your body. You feel a dip in the bed as they climb up next to you and you turn your head, your eyes still closed. Can you imagine it? Can you see it?" Regina nodded, but Emma wanted more. "Let me hear it, Regina."
"Yes, I can see it." Regina panted out her answer.
"Thank you. Now you feel them crawl over your naked body and settle between your spread legs. What do they do first? What do you want them to do first?" Regina shook her head, reluctant, so Emma stroked a soothing hand over her shoulder and down her arm. The shiver that she could see and feel running through Regina's body was delicious. "Tell me, Regina. What do you want them to do to you?"
"My . . . my breasts."
"What about your breasts?" Regina growled in response, but Emma was insistent. "What do they do to your breasts?" Emma knew what she wanted to do to Regina's breasts, but she needed Regina to imagine what she wanted to happen as she gave up control.
"My . . . nipples. They pinch them and suck them." Regina's hands were curled into fists on either side of her, still on the sofa where Emma had told her to keep them. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breath, and Emma noted hard nipples under Regina's silk blouse.
"Do they pinch them hard? Or soft?"
"S-soft. At first. Then harder." The flush working it's way up Regina's chest and neck was most becoming. Emma brushed a hand down the side of her neck and smiled when Regina leaned into the touch.
"Mmm, so they pinch and tug and roll your nipples between their fingers before leaning over you to take a nipple into their mouth. Do you like it when they bite your nipples, Regina? Does it feel good when they bite your nipple and then soothe it with their tongue?"
"Yes. I like that."
Emma swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "What do they do next, Regina?"
"They, um . . . they kiss me. You kiss me."
Emma was speechless. She thought maybe she had imagined it, but Regina turned her head, bringing their lips so close together she could feel her breath.
"Please, Emma. Please kiss me. I need you to kiss me."
Emma slanted her mouth over Regina's and immediately granted access to the tongue that was already demanding entrance. After their verbal foreplay, there was no need for teasing. Emma moaned when their tongues slid over each other, the taste of chocolate mingling with Regina's own sweet and spicy flavor. Emma nibbled Regina's lower lip before withdrawing to remove the scarf from her eyes. Brown eyes blinked up at her, adjusting to the lamplight.
"Let's go upstairs." Regina stood on shaky legs and held a hand out. "Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Emma smiled and took Regina's hand, following her out of the living room and up the stairs. When they reached her bedroom, Regina led her over to the bed and sat looking expectantly up at her.
"Um, I'm gonna need to visit the little girls' room first, sorry." Emma reluctantly withdrew her hand and started toward the bathroom. "You get comfy and I'll be right back."
Regina began unbuttoning her shirt, giving Emma a glimpse of a barely-there lace bra and lots of tan skin. "Hurry back."
Emma practically sprinted to the bathroom, unzipping her pants as she went. While she washed her hands, she tried to give herself a pep talk in the mirror. "It's fine, it's good, it's just Regina. Just the mayor. Just the Evil Queen. Just the star of your fantasies for the last, oh, three years or so. No pressure."
After running her hands over her hair in a futile attempt to tame it, Emma took a deep breath and stepped back into the bedroom to find Regina sound asleep on the bed. She laughed quietly at the scene in front of her. Evil Queen Regina was curled up on her side with her cheek resting on her hands. She was snoring softly, though Emma was sure she would never admit to doing so. Emma allowed her eyes to roam the sleeping woman's body for just a moment, taking in smooth curves covered in sinful black lace before carefully climbing into the other side of the bed. She spooned up behind Regina (Fantasy #18) and pulled the covers over them both. Wrapping an arm around Regina's waist to pull her close, she sighed against the back of her neck and closed her eyes.
"Sweet dreams, Your Majesty."