Loosely inspired by Megan Trainor's "All About That Bass". Enjoy the fluff :)
Regina arches her back off the mattress at the stinging sensation of Emma's teeth in her flesh. She had to admit, this new ravenous, slightly more needy style of love-making was quite endearing; and she absolutely loved how the sheriff just couldn't seem to get enough of her in her mouth. But the questions lingers: why the sudden desperate crave?
Granted, their sex life had always been hungry and needy and passionate. But lately it would seem that Emma had discovered a renewed sense of adoration for Regina's anatomy, and Regina wasn't quite sure why.
The brunette flips her lover and straddles her hips. "I want you on your back, Sheriff, so that I can appreciate you for a while."
Emma's hands go straight to gripping her fleshy bottom and she lands a smack that echos throughout the room.
"Ow, Emma! What the hell?!"
"Sorry, sorry! I got a little too excited," she gives a crooked, apologetic smile.
"Okay, well while I am flattered that you still get so excited at the thought of me, you were not this...greedy...yesterday. So what is going on?"
Emma hesitates to answer that knowing the truthful answer will be misconstrued. But it's really not a bad thing. And maybe Regina should know.
"Well... your ass looks really good," she begins. "And not just that, but your boobs are bigger. You got squishy. And it's sexy."
"Are you telling me I got fat?!" Regina rolls off of Emma and sits up straight.
Immediately regretting her confession, Emma defends, "That is exactly what I did not say, Regina. I said you got...squishy."
"Which means fat!"
"No, it means squishy! And soft and plushy and curvy. And I just want to squeeze you and bite stuff..." she trails. "But just in case you missed the part where I said I love it, I love it. And I'm super turned on by it. You are not fat. Like at all. But you are sexy as fuck, babe."
Okay, sure, Regina had noticed her clothes fit differently - a bit more tight than usual. But she'd brushed it off as time-of-the-month bloat... that hadn't gone away even after that time of the month. And she never really paid much attention to it after that. "This is all your fault," she pouts.
"Why does it have to be anyone's fault?" Emma asks as she crawls over and places a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek. "You're sexy and beautiful, and funny and you have a great body. Now I'm pretty sure all that awesomeness is definitely not my fault. That's all you, babe."
"It's your fault for all the burgers and milkshakes I never used to eat until you came along."
Feeling slightly guilty for even saying anything, she catches Regina's eyes. "Hey. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. But you can't. I can, however, show you. I can show you exactly how excited you get me..." She guides Regina to straddle her once more and leans back into the pillows.
Taking another handful of Regina's ass in her palm, the brunette eyes her worriedly.
"Squeeze, don't smack."
"Okay. Squeeze, don't smack. Got it." She leans in close to Regina, capturing supple lips. She's still got a handful of that squishy bottom and squeezes firmly, causing the tan-skinned woman to shudder and sigh into the kiss.
The next morning finds Regina nestled closely against the blonde's front. A pale, slender arm is snaked around her; a strong hand cupped around one of her breasts. From the outside looking in, that type of hold could be seen as grabby and possessive. But the way Emma snuggles into the back of her shoulder, it becomes more protective - and yeah, maybe a tiny bit possessive, but in the good way.
Regina smirks gleefully as an idea forms in her diabolical mind. An experiment, if you will. Better yet, a game. How far could she taunt Emma with this new 'squishy' physique before the blonde had a full-on meltdown?
'How to get the Savior to go insane for my forbidden fruit?'
She carefully extricates herself from Emma's bear hug and makes her way into the en suite bathroom.
"Gina, are you making breakfast? Cuz I thought we were going to Granny's this morning?" Emma yells through the house as she descends the stairs. She walks through to the kitchen. "Babe, I thought -"
Her train of thought is halted by the sight before her: Regina sat at the kitchen island, legs crossed, white blouse bordering on too-damn-small, and juicy lips wrapped around a strawberry that pales in comparison.
"Good morning," Regina smolders. "I made you breakfast." She alludes to the plate on the table next to her own.
"Aww, thanks hun." Emma takes the seat next to her and begins eating. Her mind wanders though to thoughts of her love going about her day in that sexy outfit of hers. She wonders: who else might dare to check out the Mayor's shapely ass in those denim trousers she'd shopped three hours to find? Which one of those sleeze-bag city council members would barely be able to get through his presentation because Regina's perky boobs cause his mouth to want to make motorboat noises instead of actual words? She wonders how many hours until she gets to motorboat those babies?
"Em?" Regina waves a hand in front of her face to get her attention. "My other shoe? It's under your chair. Could you pass it?"
"Oh, sure." Emma reaches down and hands Regina the shoe. "So why are you all... on display this morning?"
The brunette bends at the waist, slipping her foot into her stiletto. As she's leaned forward, she makes a subtle movement pushing her cleavage together with her arms. "What do you mean?"
She's feigning ignorance but Emma knows better. "You're wearing the cute, sexy, 'I know I'm fine' outfit. What's up with that?"
"Emma, I'm positive I have no idea what you're talking about. I simply threw on the first outfit that jumped out at me."
Regina hops off the chair. She goes to reach into one of the top cabinets to retrieve her favorite to-go mug. As she reaches up, she makes sure to poke her bottom out a bit more. With a keen sense of hearing, she's sure she hears the blonde swallow a lump and smirks wickedly before turning back to face Emma. "Are we still meeting your parents for dinner tonight?"
"Yup. At 7."
"Okay. I may stay a bit later at work, so I'll meet you all there." She turns to rinse her coffee mug out and Emma comes up behind her to place her breakfast plate in the sink.
Feeling the younger woman's lingering presence at her back, she decides to press herself firmly against the other woman's front, her plushy ass grinding deliciously against Emma's center. When she grabs Regina by the hips and kisses the back of her neck, she bites her lip and moans. Emma sinks her teeth into her lover's shoulder, earning her another involuntary booty grind from the mayor.
"Now if anyone should try to flirt with you today or buy you lunch or whatever, you tell them that all of this," she sucks on Regina's pulse point; "and this," she grabs a pert breast; "and especially this," Emma smacks her girlfriend's ass again, "is all mine."
"Hey, I am not your possession." Regina turns in her arms and kisses her waiting lips.
"No. But I gave you me. And you gave me you. So you are mine. Not my possession; but mine."
"You have nothing to worry about. Now let me go or I'll be late."
Emma traces a finger along the curve of Regina's ample bosom. "Fine. But I'm going to be thinking about you all day."
A confident smile, "Good." She taps Emma on the nose and maneuvers out of the embrace.
Ring Ring Ring
"Sheriff's station," Emma answers.
'Hi, Emma.'
"Hi, Regina," she drawls.
'Why do you sound suspicious, Emma? All I said was 'hi.''
"Because it was the way you said it - all happy and cheerful. Whenever you call me sounding like that, you want something."
'So there's no way I could simply be happy and cheerful today?'
"No, you could be happy, but cheerful is not your thing. You phone voice is either authoritative, angry, or seductive. When you use the 'happy phone voice' you want something."
There is a pause - a stand-off. Then:
'Fine. I want you,' in her 'seductive phone voice,' 'to bring me lunch?'
"That's it? You want lunch?"
'Please? I've got meetings lined up and I only have about ten minutes to spare and that's hardly enough time -'
"Okay. Give me like twenty minutes."
'You're the best.'
"Yeah, I know," she hangs up.
The baseline blares out into the reception area proudly announcing that Regina Mills is, indeed, all about that bass. When Emma knocks on the mayor's office door and quietly lets herself in, she's not expecting the scene that's currently playing out.
When the hell did Regina put a treadmill in her office? And hadn't she mentioned she had meetings lined up all day and couldn't get out to get her own lunch?
But of course, all those thoughts flee Emma's consciousness and are instantly replaced with the slow motion reel of Regina in that exact workout outfit the blonde had expressed her love for on many occasions. And as she runs on that treadmill, stuff bounces.
And seriously, how inappropriate is it for her to be walking around in those painted-on leggings and sports bra? This is the Mayor's office - anyone could come walking in!
The subtle way Regina switches her hips to the beat does not go unnoticed by the caugh-in-headlights sheriff. Emma clears her throat obnoxiously. "Regina?"
The brunette turns her head to acknowledge her visitor. "Hi," she greets with a smile. Regina eyes the younger woman, who's eyeing her suspiciously. She inches closer, arching her back slightly, and fans herself with her hand.
Her chest is glistening, Emma observes, but not so much with sweat. She also notices the faint scent of aloe baby oil. "You said you had meetings lined up all day."
"Strangely enough, after I hung up with you they all called to reschedule," the gleaming older woman drapes her arms over her love's shoulders.
"How come you didn't call and tell me?"
She shrugs non-committally, "I figured you were already on your way."
"And you decided to work out?"
"Felt like blowing off some steam," she reaches up to connect her lips with Emma's. She kisses slowly and dips her tongue past rosy lips, but only enough to be a tease.
"How did you get a treadmill in here?" Emma breaks the kiss, but lets her hands travel lower down Regina's back until she's holding her fair share of ass.
"Magic, love. What's with all the questions?" Regina pulls away just as the blonde was working her way up to a good grip. She crosses to the workout machine and folds it up. With a flick of her wrist, the music shuts off also.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Regina."
"What exactly am I doing?" the brunette asks calmly.
"You've been teasing me all day," Emma moves to take a seat on the edge of the mayor's desk.
"Now why would I need to tease you, darling, when we both know that you could have me any time you want?"
"Come here." Their eyes meet and Regina walks slowly over to the sheriff, settling in between denim clad legs. "Why are you trying to drive me insane, woman?"
A shy smile and a blush adorn her face and she begins to answer that question when the office phone rings. Regina side-steps from Emma's hold and bends over her desk to answer the call, her weight supported on one arm and her perfectly spandexed booty poking out.
"Mayor Mills..." she answers.
After several moments of waiting for her girlfriend to end the call, Emma decides to drop the lunch bag and catch up with her later. She kisses Regina on the ear and waves goodbye.
Out the door Emma heads, but not before playfully smacking that squishy ass and watching Regina jolt in surprise.
A self-satisfied smirk dances across her features as she lets herself out.