Come For Me.

I own nothing except my mistakes.

Emma looked at the clock on her bedside table and sighed. 10.04pm. It was the third night in a row that Regina would been home late, and if Emma didn't know that she was working in her office she'd probably have thought her wife was having an affair. It had been up to her to feed their growing boy and make sure his homework and teeth were done before bed. He may have been almost sixteen now, but Regina was still adamant that he was her little boy, and that was why his bedtime was never later than 9.30pm; if Emma were to keep him awake longer and Regina found out she wouldn't hear the end of it for weeks and that was not a risk she was willing to take.

So, dejectedly, she had been reclined on their bed for thirty minutes, alternating between trying to read a book and playing games on her phone while waiting for any sign from Regina that she was coming home. So far she hadn't heard from her wife in hours, and although that wasn't unusual at this time of year, it still sucked. 10.15pm came and went and Emma was bored, restless, and sexually frustrated... they hadn't had sex in three days, after all. She couldn't pinpoint the moment that she became dependant on other people for entertainment, sexual or not, but it had happened some time in the five years that she had been in Storybrooke.

Having had enough, Emma rolled off the bed and headed out of the bedroom. She gently padded towards their son's room, and when she heard the telltale sounds of his snoring, she padded back to her bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. She had begged Regina for a lock on the bedroom door, but Regina had stated that she didn't want secrets in her house, and that people would just have to knock before entering. Besides, she never wanted Henry to be unable to get to them were they ever to forget to unlock the door before falling asleep.

It wasn't long before the Sheriff had stripped down and slipped her flannel pyjama shirt on over her head. Well, it was more like a flannel nightie because it did stop mid-thigh which meant that Emma could get away with wearing it and a pair of underwear underneath. Tonight, however, she decided that she was going to forego the underwear in preparation for a little fooling around before her wife got home.

Emma sat back on their bed with her back against the headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle. At first she wasn't even sure if she wan't to do anything without Regina; she'd rarely had to take care of herself since falling in to bed with Regina the first time five years ago, but there were still the very rare occasions that she couldn't wait for her wife.

Apparently tonight was going to be one of those occasions.

Emma uncrossed her ankles and spread her legs just enough to slip her hand between her thighs. She had to hold in a moan as her cold fingertips made their first swipe up her warm pussy. She needed this more than she first thought and so she brought her legs up so her feet rested flat on the bed, her thighs wide open. She felt a little awkward at first, but once she reasoned with herself that she would hear Henry if he were to wake up because his sleepy footsteps were heavier than an elephant, she allowed the arousal and pleasure to take her over fully.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headboard, conjuring up images of Regina in various states of undress and positions. As she thought about her wife, one of her hands undid the first few buttons of hew pyjamas before pulling it open enough to reveal her breasts, while the other hand dragged fingers through already wet folds. This time she did let out a small moan. She pinched one of her hardening nipples, enjoying the slight pain that it caused. Pain had always been something she and Regina had experimented with in the bedroom. They had learnt to trust each other enough not to intentionally cause unbearable pain, and they always made sure they were aware of the safe word before beginning, which, incidentally, was apples.

Emma spread her legs further apart, causing herself to open up completely to anyone who happened to be looking. With her eyes still closed and one hand still teasing her nipple, she slipped two of her fingers from her other hand inside herself, groaning at how good it felt. She had never been the type of girl to cum from penetration alone, but she did enjoy the feel of it before it became too much and she needed stimulation on her clit to push her over the edge. She didn't want to fall over the edge though. At least, not yet, anyway. She would save that for when her Queen was home.

She pumped her fingers in and out slowly at first before increasing the speed. Images of Regina fucking her with her fingers were playing through in her mind, causing her to pump harder and faster. Before long she added a third finger and moaned at how tight she was around her own fingers. She was wet, extremely wet, but she knew she had to hold off climaxing until Regina got home, so she continued to fuck herself while flicking her hard nipples, alternating between the pair.

She didn't know how long she'd been there, her legs bent and spread wide open, her glistening pussy on full display with her fingers fucking herself roughly. But when she heard a moan that she was sure didn't come from her, she paused and looked up with surprise, realising that she'd been there long enough for her love to come home. She locked eyes with Regina, noticing the woman's eyes were almost completely black and her face was flushed, and Emma couldn't help but blush herself. She had meant to tease herself a little before her wife got home, then hopefully convince her wife to make love with her. Apparently she got a little carried away, and there she was, on full display to her wife who had walked in to their bedroom silently and closed the door behind her.

'Don't stop.' She heard Regina whisper. She spent another few seconds looking at her wife. She had taken her shoes and coat off downstairs, apparently, and now stood inside their bedroom in just her stockings- which would be why Emma didn't hear her, and dress. She nodded once before starting to fuck herself again, but this time slowly, her eyes locked on Regina's until Regina started looking down Emma's body.

Emma watched Regina watch her, and somehow that only increased her arousal. They had never done this before; Emma had only ever masturbated when Regina wasn't home, and when they were together they were quite capable of fucking each other. But, as Regina watched her, Emma knew that this was something that they were both clearly enjoying and she had the feeling that it wouldn't be a one time occurrence.

Emma increased her speed again, pushing into herself with more force, causing a surprised moan from Regina. She could see by her wife's eyes and her skin just how aroused she was, and that only made Emma fuck herself harder. After a few minutes, she heard Regina speak again, ever so softly.

'O-on your clit.'

And Emma knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to watch Emma make herself cum. She slowly withdraw her fingers from inside herself and watched as Regina moved forward a few steps, stopping a few feet away from the end of the bed. With one hand massaging a breast, she used the other to swipe a few fingers over her exposed clit. She knew that her pussy was glistening, and she knew that Regina could see everything, and she was sure she had never felt so aroused in her life. Using her thumb and pointer finger she pinched the swollen nerve bundle, causing herself to gasp in pleasure. She also heard a deep, guttural sound coming from her wife. She rubbed her fingers over her clit a few times, moaning quietly for Regina's pleasure, before she heard Regina's newest orders, a little firmer this time.

'Cum for me.'

'Of course, my Queen.' Emma replied.

She stopped massaging her breast and slid that hand down her body towards her other hand. While she continued to rub her clit, bringing herself closer to her orgasm, she roughly shoved two fingers from her other hand inside herself, letting out a quiet, 'fuck.' Before long she could feel herself tighten around her fingers before wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body. Never had she cum so hard after fucking herself, and she knew that it had everything to do with the way Regina's eyes were glued to her wide open pussy.

'Fuck, Regina.' She ground out around the final waves of pleasure. She watched Regina until their eyes connected again, and she could see the desire in the near black of Regina's eyes. Keeping their eyes locked, Emma removed the two fingers that were inside her and brought them up to her lips.

'Your Majesty.' She said with a nod before putting them in her mouth and sucking off her own juices. She heard a sharp intake of breath before her name was said, and then the last thing she heard before Regina launched at her was, 'Fuck me now, Miss Swan.'