Prompt: Jealousy

Established SwanQueen

The sound of high pitched giggling greeted Emma's ears as she closed the front door behind her. Confused at which child could be visiting, the Sheriff sighed as her fantasy of a peaceful evening with her wife and son slipped away from her. She dumped her keys into the bowl on the sideboard, unclipped her gun and placed it carefully in the safe before venturing further into her home.

Following the sound of childish happiness, she made her way into the living room. Sprawled on the floor on their stomachs lay her wife and Roland Hood. Both were immersed in a brightly coloured board game, pieces scattered around them and Roland positively vibrating with excitement.

"Hey," she said softly, announcing her presence.

Regina turned to look at Emma with a wide smile on her face. "Hello dear, come and join us," she offered.

"Hi Emma," Roland exclaimed without looking up from the game.

Plopping down on the sofa, Emma leant forward and rested her elbows on her knees. "What are you two up to?" she asked, directing the question at Roland but knowing only her wife would be able to properly explain.

"We're playing Mouse Trap and I'm winning," the boy said proudly, sitting up and smiling broadly at Emma.

The blonde softened just a bit at the earnest, innocent grin on his face.

"Robin had some things to take care of today and he asked if I could watch Roland for the afternoon," Regina said, placing a gentle hand on Emma's knee. "I'm expecting him to come and pick up Roland any minute now actually."

"No problem, I'll go and start dinner. Is Henry going to be home later?" she asked as she stood up.

"No, he's staying with his grandparents tonight, something about the newest edition of an unnecessarily violent video game."

Nodding, Emma walked from the room, pausing in the doorway to look back at the scene. Why did she feel so … she didn't know what she felt. But the sight of Regina and Roland playing together made some unidentifiable emotion bubble to the surface.

Busying herself over the stove, Emma tried to distract herself from what she was feeling. As she finished chopping the onions, the doorbell rang. Washing her hands quickly and wiping her streaming eyes, she made her way to the hall, drying her hands on the stained apron wrapped around her waist.

Just as she reached the entrance hall, Regina opened the front door.

"Robin," she greeted with a smile.

"Hi Regina," Robin smiled back. "Thank you so much for watching Roland today."

"Not a problem, he's a great kid and I miss spending time with him," Regina answered, unaware that her wife was loitering in the doorway behind her and could hear every word.

"Daddy!" Roland cried as he ran out of the living room towards his father.

"Hello son." Robin bent down to scoop Roland into his arms, kissing his cheek as the boy threw his small arms around his neck. "Did you have fun with Auntie Regina?"

"Yes," he nodded enthusiastically. "I won the game."

"Did you? Well done!" Robin praised.

Turning his attention back to Regina, he spoke once more as he shifted Roland to rest on his hip. "Thanks again Regina, we'll get out of your hair now. Say hello to Emma for me."

"I will, and once again, it's no problem," Regina assured.

Smiling, Robin leaned in a placed a gentle kiss on Regina's cheek before turning and walking back down the garden path.

Closing the door behind her former lover, Regina turned around and spotted Emma, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

"Hey, do you need any help with dinner?" Regina offered.

Emma said nothing. Instead she walked straight up to her wife and firmly pushed her backwards until she hit the door. The gasp that escaped Regina at the blonde's abrupt actions and the impact of the wood was swallowed by an eager, desperate mouth covering her own.

Emma's hands gripped harshly at Regina's dress clad hips as she ground her pelvis forcefully into the brunette. Their mouths moved quickly against one another, Regina catching up to what was happening and joining in. One year of marriage and their sex life continued to be varied, surprising, and passionate. This was not the first time they had made love against the front door.

A sharp nip to Regina's plump bottom lip as Emma broke the kiss caused an aroused whimper, and the sucking kisses placed along Regina's jawbone made her head fall backwards, exposing more of the brunette's skin to her wife's skilful ministrations. Emma's hands roamed frantically over the perfect body before her, palming both breasts before skating down the naked skin of her arms and sliding around to grasp her ass, squeezing tightly.

Dipping the tip of her tongue into the shell of Regina's ear, Emma licked a teasing line down to the lobe which she sucked into her mouth, nibbling lightly as her hands began to seek out the buttons of the black cardigan. Fumbling the small circles free, the blonde hurriedly pushed the fabric off narrow shoulders, tossing it onto the side table as her mouth continued to torture the tender flesh of Regina's ear.

Moving back to thoroughly plunder the delectable mouth, Emma smiled into the kiss when Regina's hands moved up to anchor in her hair, pulling her even closer as their tongues danced together. Reaching down, Emma pulled the hem of Regina's dress up quickly before reaching around to grip two toned thighs. Understanding what Emma wanted, the brunette jumped up and wrapped her legs around the blonde's waist, her core now pushing against the toned abdomen of her lover.

Through her thin tank top, Emma could feel the damp heat radiating from her wife and growled at the sensations, squeezing the flesh of the thighs still firmly in her grasp. Regina's arms threaded around Emma's neck, holding herself up as she braced against the door. Feeling completely at Emma's mercy, knowing her wife wanted her in the most animalistic way, turned Regina on immensely and she rolled her hips once more, desperate for some friction.

Releasing one of Regina's thighs, Emma slithered her hand between the legs still firmly wrapped around her, cupping the lace covered mound awkwardly before pulling the material aside and rubbing fleetingly over the wet folds. Emma's heartbeat quickened as she felt her wife's want and she slid her fingers around the outer edges of Regina's sex.

Unable to wait any more, Emma lowered Regina to the floor and dropped straight to her knees. She stared wantonly at the sight before her. Regina's red dress was bunched haphazardly around her waist, and her white panties were off centre, exposing part of her wife's neatly cropped curls. Pulling the underwear quickly down toned legs and discarding them, Emma wasted no more time and moved closer to nuzzle her face into the heady smell of sex. Regina's head fell backwards against the door as Emma's nose nudged her clit. Her fingers found purchase in silky blonde locks as she pulled the oh so talented mouth closer.

Emma moved her tongue firmly through the wet folds, parting them as she swiped up to brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden at the top. One of her hands moved up to grasp a breast, squeezing through the fabric and feeling a hardened nipple against her palm. The other hand pressed lightly against an olive skinned thigh, encouraging Regina to widen her stance so she could reach deeper into her core.

Complying instantly, Regina cried out as Emma took advantage of this and thrust two fingers into the dripping entrance. Instantly, she set a steady, quick pace as the feeling of her wife surrounding her digits sent a rush of heat straight to the blonde's core.

"Oh my God," Regina cried as Emma sealed her mouth around her pulsing clit.

Breaking the contact, the blonde looked up at her wife, her chin shining with juices and smirked "Emma will do just fine thanks."

Too turned on to deny her smug wife, she tightened her grip on long blonde locks and pulled the mouth back towards her. "Emma," she all but screamed as the tip of her tongue flicked insistently over her clit and the speed of the thrusts inside her increased.

Pumping hard and fast, Emma moaned against the hardened nub in her mouth as the erotic sound of her wife's squelching sex reached her ears. Knowing she could make Regina positively drip for her always turned the blonde on. The vibrations from the moan pushed Regina right to the edge. Bringing her spare arm back down, Emma hoisted one of Regina's thigh's onto her shoulder, allowing her pistoning fingers to hit an even deeper spot within. As she stroked relentlessly against spongy walls, Emma's hot mouth nibbled gently on Regina's clit before sucking hard once more.

"Emma!" Regina screamed as her walls rippled around her wife's fingers and her body wracked with tremors. Slowing her fingers, Emma pulled back to watch the beautiful brunette come apart. Her hair was matted at the back where her head had rubbed against the door, the red dress remained bunched high above her hips, her sex exposed and wetness coating each thigh. Her eyes were closed as she laboured for breath. When her walls finally relaxed, Emma slid her fingers free, licking the essence she found there as she stood up.

Placing gentle hands on Regina's hips, Emma shimmied her dress down and combed slightly damp fingers though her dark hair. When Regina finally opened her eyes, Emma smiled at the satiated look she saw there. Leaning in, she placed a loving kiss against her lips before pulling back and regarding her thoroughly fucked wife proudly.

"Not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" Regina asked, her voice hoarse.

Shrugging, Emma looked down at her hands, twisting the band of her white gold wedding ring absentmindedly. "Dunno, I just needed you," she said.

"Because I looked after Roland all afternoon?" Regina probed gently. She knew her wife too well for Emma to lie to her about her motives for their spontaneous sexual exploits

"Because I hate seeing you with Robin," Emma snapped at her wife. "Sorry," she said, more calmly. "I know you were looking after his kid and I get that you are a part of Roland's life but I don't have to like it do I?"

Regina stepped away from the door, placing her hands Emma's cheeks and drawing the blonde's eyes to hers. "Emma," she said, slowly and clearly. "You have nothing to feel jealous about with me, Robin or Roland. I chose you. I married you. I love you. The fact that I was babysitting Roland doesn't affect any of that."

Nodding, Emma forced a smile. "I know," she conceded. "I just sometimes find it hard knowing you two have history."

"History that ended two years ago. Because I realised we had something much more special and important and powerful than Robin and I ever had," Regina assured. "True love."

Emma kissed her wife once more, her jealousy ebbing steadily as she concentrated on the feel of Regina's body against her own.

As they broke apart, Regina reached for Emma's hand. "Now, let's go and have some dinner and then I believe I owe you a mind blowing orgasm Mrs Swan-Mills."

Grinning, Emma turned and the two women walked hand in hand towards their kitchen.