The Most Natural Thing: Regina's Thoughts

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to me.

To follow her lead, not resist her gently tugging and feel my body press up against hers.

To feel her long, blonde curls fall around me as she rests her head on my shoulder.

To wrap my arm around her neck, lace my fingers through her hair, feel her kisses on my skin, and not care about the contented sighs or movements that escape me.

To breathe her in freely, lose myself in her fragrance, feel her firm arms around me, her rising chest and hips meet mine.

To match her movements, step into her, part her legs with my own, and bring our bodies even closer.

To breath the same air, tinged with cider, lean on her and briefly smile recalling how this all began, "Would you like a glass of the best apple cider…"

To have her eyes meet mine – green meeting brown – and see in that deep green seascape before me flecks of blue, gray and gold, and beyond those hues, my life.

To let her dictate our pace, and wait – because haven't we waited this so long – mesmerized in her gaze, and study the planes of her face, her darkening eyes, the blush on her cheeks, the fullness of her parted lips.

To finally feel her lips on mine, and wonder how she can warm me from the inside as she makes me her own with her lips, her tongue, the tips of her fingers.

To make her mine, claim her and push aside all doubts and fears as I kiss her, lick and bite and tease, without ceasing, end, letting her know she's my one and only.

To push and pull away at clothing, my hands seeking purchase, and finding their home on the fair, downy skin of her arms, her back, her shoulders.

To hear her whisper my name, and feel her voice deep down and all around me, as if she, and only she, woke up something inside of me that had been forgotten and slumbering for too long. To feel all of this, exhale her name as a prayer, and hold her as she gasps in my arms.

"Emma."

Yes, Emma feels like the most natural thing in the world to me.