AN: Just a fluffy/smutty Drunk!Swan Queen fic. Set after 4x11. This won't be a long fic, probably only a few chapters.
The end of Regina's night had been unexpected. Although there wasn't anything about this day, or this year that was very 'expected'.
After Henry had shown them the library of endless possibilities—the author's house—it felt like the first silver lining in an endless storm, and she had been excited and hopeful. And Regina's mood was good enough to go back with Emma, to drink in celebration rather than sorrow, and Emma was laughing at nothing and paying for shot after shot, and the former mayor couldn't remember when she ate last, probably a light breakfast, because every drink was going straight to her head.
They went from the Diner to the Rabbit Hole, to a cab driving them home, and Emma seemed happy enough with the company, mentioning more than a few times;
I'm so glad we're friends.
But friendship was not a concrete term for her apparently, because as soon as they stumbled their way into the door of the mansion, Emma very suddenly and confidently started kissing Regina. Not in an chaste way, but a mouth open, body pushing into body, knocking the air out of the older woman's lungs kind of kiss. Regina didn't mind the presumptuous act nearly as much as she should have, because the day was long, and she was drunk. Things were already broken, and at the time she couldn't see any harm in smashing the pieces just a little more, so she wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck and curled her fingers in long hair, reveling in the feeling of her mouth.
They didn't make it to her bedroom, Regina not wanting to risk the stairs and Emma not having enough patience, tossing the brunette effortlessly but gently on the living room couch, practically tearing off her leather jacket after the fact. Something about her eagerness made Regina start laughing lightly, Emma flashed a smile at her for a moment before settling between the queen's legs, immediately working on the buttons of her blouse. It only made her laugh harder.
"What's funny?" The sheriff asked without insult, but some humor in her voice as well, though her lips moved along Regina's neck as her blouse was opened, not really waiting for an answer.
"I thought you wanted to be 'friends'." Was the answer regardless, her voice only slightly slurred.
"Friends do this." She mumbled in the crook of the older woman's neck, kissing and nipping lightly, until her lips were lower on her shoulder, and then she sucked at the skin hard enough to leave a gentle mark. Regina bit her lip and moaned, causing the hips that the brunette's legs were currently wrapped around to buck slightly at the sound.
"This is what you do with your friends?" She asked with a husky tone. "Weren't you friends with Mary Margaret?" Then she was laughing again, an uncontrollable giggling, that caused Emma to roll her eyes and pulled up to look down at her.
"Talk less." She ordered with a smirk, hands moving over the lace and silk bra, and the action caused Regina to arch up into the touch. Both women teasing each other before the wandering hands moved to the belt of her slacks.
"What about the pirate?" She asked more seriously, but the blonde didn't answer, or even react, only went back to move her lips over a silk covered breast, pulling an obviously hard nipple into her mouth, raking her teeth across the cloth, and against the sensitive skin. Regina gripped gold hair in her hand again, bringing her head up, forcing their eyes to meet. "Are you just 'friends' with him too?"
She didn't really want an answer, didn't really want to talk about him, but Regina wasn't going to just be that easy. If Emma wanted her, she would have to work for it. At least a little.
Maybe feel a little pain or guilt, maybe to make up for the fact that Regina wasn't feeling either one, even though she should. Apparently neither was Emma.
"This is the opposite of talking less." Was her smart ass response, surging forward and kissing her deeply, her hips rocking gently into the other woman's, causing the brunette to meet her thrusts, fingers moving to dig into her shoulder, because this was very distracting, and feeling something good after today was very appealing to the former mayor. When their lips parted, both breathing heavy, looking in each other's eyes, both blackened by lust—
"I'm just saying…" Regina continued as if she never stopped, her matter of fact voice causing another, more dramatic, eye roll from Emma.
"Where is it?" She murmured more to herself, as she fiddled with the clasp on the other woman's pants.
"For someone who can see through any lie, you have no respect for the truth."
And with a quick a turn of the blonde's wrist, her hand was moving past layers of clothing and two fingers moved gently through wet folds and against her swollen clit. Regina jerked at the action, gasping and words dying in her throat along with her thoughts.
"Ah, there it is." Emma said, with that damned smug smile. "Your 'off' button."
Regina just glared and pulled her into another crushing kiss.
They ended up on the floor at some point, because Emma was full of unhinged passion and both full of drunken clumsiness, Regina lying next to the other woman next to the couch, in just underwear and a bra that was undone and half hanging off her shoulders.
The former mayor was more sober now. Two orgasms did that. It made her more clearheaded and alert, but she still felt her eye lids starting to get heavy. Regardless, she was interested in other things besides sleep. She wanted to see the look on the sheriff's face when she came apart at the seams. It was a sight not often granted, and that was reason enough for Regina. She turned over to face the younger woman, who was still clothed fully, all except the button on her skinny jeans being undone.
Regina's eyes met hers, and her hand started to move under the material of her shirt, before Emma's hand gently stopped her.
"That's okay, you don't need to." She said, so understanding, and if Regina was still drunk, she'd laugh again. The blonde said it as if the other woman was this innocent girl that would have no clue how to please another woman. She did chuckle slightly anyway.
"I'm not a pillow princess." She whispered with a smirk, leaning in to kiss Emma, but the younger woman pulled back with an uncomfortable sort of smile.
"Really, I'm good."
Regina's face started to fall with realization.
"You don't want me to touch you." Her hand slowly pulled out from under the sheriff's shirt, and she could see the physical cringe that her words caused.
"It's not about you." She went on to say, as if to explain something that she thought Regina didn't understand. But she did.
"I know what it's about…" The former queen interrupted, turning to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling. "It's still cheating though…" She went on to say, her voice lowered to an almost whisper. "This still counts."