A/N: NSFW
Emma had been back for a few weeks and had settled into a decent routine. Though in all the time she had been here, her interactions with Regina were always short. She was beginning to feel a little frustrated, but didn't know how to go about any of it.
"Is everything alright, Emma?" Mary Margret asked, sliding into the dining room chair next to her guest and placed too plates in front of them with their deserts, "you seem a little down."
"Yeah, I'm okay." She immediately dug into the chocolate cake, moaning as the sweet desert hit her tongue. Covering her mouth loosely with her palm, she gave her friend an appreciative glance, "this is freaking amazing."
"Still have your sweet tooth, I see?" She dug into her desert and they both sat in comfortable silence until they had finished. After taking the plates away, they both moved over to the couch, Emma sitting hunched over with her legs bouncing.
"Okay, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Although she appeared like a sweet little soul, Mary Margret had some bite in her and would always come out fighting when it came to her friends. Not always seeing things from a point of view other than her own, but she would try to help.
Emma shrugged, "Regina's avoiding me-" she twisted her head to make eye contact, "I thought it would've been easier being here, but it's only seemed to make things harder."
"Have you actually tried to spend some time with her?" She raised a brow, knowing it wasn't as if Emma had attempted to make a move on the mayor.
"No," she shook her head, wondering why on earth she thought that would be a good idea, "it's not like I can just ask her out on a date."
"Why not? It's not as if it has to be a 'date' date, just ask her out for coffee or something. I'm sure the moment you get talking all of those good feelings will come flooding right back."
"You sound like Katherine." Emma chuckled, because maybe it was obvious to everyone around her that they could simply get back together, but they weren't on good terms and although Emma could tell Regina was uneasy around her and looked as if she was in pain anytime they had gotten too close…in love? She wasn't sure if Regina even wanted her back.
"Then for once we have something in agreement." Those two weren't the best of friends, mainly because of some ridiculous feud Regina and Mary Margret had had over the years. When they were teenagers, Mary Margret had let it slip that Regina and her boyfriend had been sneaking out to see each other, so when they were caught kissing in the back seat of his parent's car, they were forced apart, her boyfriend ending up being shipped to live with some other relative. She had blamed Mary Margret since and had been a little more than miffed as Emma had become friends with the woman.
"Look, Emma. I see you have two options. Continue to be miserable or make a move and if it doesn't work out, nothing would've changed. But if it does…"
"Yeah, I…suppose you're right. I just don't want to make things worse and it ending up affecting Henry." It was a real concern, but knowing they had divorced and so far had be able to keep things civil enough between them for the sake of their son, it was likely they could get through anything for him.
"Henry will be just fine and I'm sure he'll also be happier with the two of you back together." She smiled at Emma, knowing she had just won.
"Fine-" she fake huffed and rolled her eyes, knowing a push was what she had been after, "I'll ask her out. But if it comes back to bite me in the ass, I'm blaming you."
Emma hadn't been back to Regina's office in a long time. It had been filled with so many good memories of their decade long marriage. The times they would end up lying on Regina's couch, making-out and fooling around like teenagers or when Regina had set up a small playpen in the corner of her office for the times they were both working and couldn't get a sitter. The lunch breaks they would spend together. The meetings where Regina would squeeze Emma's thigh beneath the table whilst she was supposed to be talking. The first time Emma had gone to the mayor…
Both palms were sweaty, so Emma had to shuffle the bouquet of flowers from one hand to the other, wiping the spare hand down the front of her jeans. She waited outside of the office door, breathing deeply to calm herself down, not that it was working. The mayor was out of her league, but their meetings always overrun because they ended up going completely off topic and spending hours talking about anything and everything.
Emma wasn't sure if that meant anything or not. She was twenty-two and hadn't been in a serious relationship her entire life. A few casual ones here and there, but nothing had made her feel this way.
After another moment had passed, Emma knocked on the door and waited for the 'come in,' to be shouted. Swallowing, she pushed open the door and tried to push up her cheeks.
"Hi," she said, as Regina sat back in her chair, eyes wide at the flowers, "I brought you these." Suddenly, her cheeks flamed and Emma shuffled from foot to foot, regretting her decision.
Until Regina smiled, stood and made her way over. "These are beautiful," she said, taking them from Emma, "thank you." Her hand went to Emma's bicep, squeezing softly and she leant forwards to press a kiss to Emma's cheek. The warm hand and soft lips had Emma's heart rate increasing and she remained flushed even after Regina had pulled away to go and put the flowers in a vase.
"Was there any particular reason you bought these for me?" She smirked at Emma, from where she had placed the vase on her windowsill, pouring some water into the bottom.
"I…" her stomach clenched, but she knew it was now or never, "could I take you out?" Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Emma wondered if she sounded as pathetic to Regina's ears as she did to her own. Regina was twenty seven and five years was hardly much of an age gap, but she seemed so put together in comparison to Emma.
"On a date?" Regina leant on the back of her palms, leaning against her desk and eyed Emma up. "I don't know, I mean, there's this gorgeous sheriff in town, with beautiful green eyes and blond hair, with a figure to die for, how would someone in a terrible red leather jacket compare?"
Regina smirked and Emma bit her lip, her jacket already becoming a point of teasing. It took a second for the compliments to hit and by the time they did, Regina had already made her way across the office and circled her arms around Emma's neck. "And I would much rather skip to the end of the date."
"Oh gods, yes." Her hands were on Regina's hips and nothing had ever felt so good, not until Regina leant forwards, connected their lips and began to explore Emma's mouth with her tongue. All Emma could seem to do was hum and let it happen.
"I'm free Friday night," she said, pulling away but staying in close to Emma, "give me a call and let me know when you'll be picking me up-" she winked and gave Emma another cheeky kiss.
"I'm not going to make it to Friday if you keep on kissing me." Regina chuckled and kissed her again, Emma already knowing she would never want to kiss another woman in her lifetime.
The first kiss was one of Emma's favourite memories and there was a part of her which had hoped it could go as well the second time around. Knocking on the door, she wiped her palms down her jeans as she had once done and again waited for the, 'come in' to sound. There were no flowers this time, because that had happened almost fifteen years ago, what with the two years they'd been together before Regina had proposed, the marriage and the time spent apart.
Emma walked into to the office to find Regina behind her desk and Henry sprawled over the couch, reading a comic. She instantly relaxed at his presence, because having Henry around might make Regina more agreeable.
"Emma." Regina fell back into her chair and sighed, their eyes connecting and Emma smiled shyly.
"Mom!" Henry twisted his head from where he was lay on his stomach, smiling up at her.
"Hey kid. Regina, hi-" she walked closer to the desk, unsure as to whether she should sit down or not, "I, erm…came to ask if, you would maybe…want to get coffee some time?"
Regina chuckled incredulously, "you have some nerve, to come back into town and less than three weeks later ask me out on a date." Shaking her head, she looked back down as if she were about to concentrate on her work, "if you didn't understand that, it was me saying no."
Although the words stung, that was the most she had gotten out of Regina in a long time. Emma couldn't decide if it were a good or a bad thing. "It doesn't have to be a date, I just want to talk to you." Perhaps she had hoped for a date, but getting a yes was the longest of long shots, so she tried for a different tactic, "just so we can get on the same page, you know? With Henry and us and-"
"There is no 'us' dear." Regina didn't look up, nor glance in her direction, though Henry did sigh, very loudly. He had witnessed a few fights, sometimes caught in the middle of their bickering – it wasn't like they went the nine years since they had brought Henry home and lived under the same roof without fighting – but they did try to keep it civil when he was around.
Both his mothers looked in his direction, Emma secretly hoping he would be able to sway his mother. Then he sighed again. "If you're gunna fight can I go to Aunty Katherine's house?"
Regina smiled softly at him, "I'm sorry, Henry, I didn't mean to-" she glanced to Emma and tried to communicate without words like they once had and Emma nodded, thinking it best he leave in case they were unable to become less hostile around each other. Though it did give her a new angle to take, even if it made her feel slightly guilty.
"Of course, sweetheart, do you want me to give her a call to see if she's in?"
"No that's okay," he said, a little too quickly, both Emma and Regina glancing to each other, "erm, I'll just go home if she's not there."
He grabbed his comic, shoved it into his bag and kissed both of his moms on the cheek before either of them could catch on. They said their goodbyes and he was out of the door, slamming it behind him.
"Are you still here?" Regina raised a brow and Emma crossed her arms tightly.
"Yes, I am. It's just coffee or it doesn't even have to be coffee, but we can't keep on acting like that around Henry. It's not fair on him. I just want to talk," she repeated, as if she could get through.
"I said no, Miss Swan or do you want me to call the building's security?"
Emma shook her head, eyes glistening as she turned and paced towards the door, wanting to get out of there before she really did begin to cry. She pulled the handle, pushed it, tried to turn it, but it wouldn't open. Frowning, she saw the slip of paper which had been pushed underneath. She picked it up and began to read the scrawny handwriting of an eleven year old.
"Is there a reason you're still in my office?"
Emma turned with the paper in one hand, "we've been locked in, Katherine isn't letting us out until she decides she's ready to do so."
Regina was by Emma's side, snatching the letter from Emma's hands, "Sorry moms," she read, "but you both need to talk. It was Aunty Kat's idea and she has the keys, so you both need to stop being stupid and talk to each other."
Emma pointed to the bottom, "look he even signed it." She thought it was cute, unable to stop the smirk, but Regina looked to her with hard eyes, making that smirk vanish.
"I'm not talking to you. They have to let us out sooner or later. Sit on the couch, play on your phone or do whatever, but don't talk to me." Regina spun and stomped back over to her desk, her phone beginning to ring as she did. She pulled it out, scoffed at the caller then pressed it to her ear.
"You come and let her out now," she said as Emma made her way to the couch without making a noise. She had thought this would've been easier, but her eyes were now stinging as she fought tears.
"I hate you, you know that. No I'm…just let me…I'm not…things are over we're…Katherine…let me…are you going to let me talk? Will you-"
Emma listened to the conversation, well aware Katherine was rooting for them to get back together, but the last thing Emma wanted was to be stuck in a room with the hostile mayor. Regina flung the phone on her desk, running fingers through her dark hair.
"I'm guessing we're stuck here." Emma was staring at Regina, wishing she could walk over and massage her shoulders, but Regina would probably throw her out of the window if she were to do something like that.
"Not another word." Regina sat upright, not looking in Emma's direction and pulled her paperwork in front of her. Not that she could concentrate.
Emma pulled her phone out, opened a game and began to play. When she couldn't get passed level one, her bottom lip trembled and tears pooled in her eyes. Ones which began silently falling down her cheeks, blurring her vision, but she continued to play, not wanting to draw attention to herself or the face she was crying.
"Oh, for the love of god." Regina fell back in her seat, a hand brushing down her face, "grow up, Miss Swan."
Emma flung her phone to the side of her, brought her knees to her chest and buried her face, "just leave me 'lone." It wasn't like she could considering they were stuck here, but the remarks and lack of care was hitting her in places she had known to exist.
"You're acting like a petulant child not getting their own way. This isn't exactly news, dear." Emma didn't look up, but she could feel those eyes on her as her shoulders continued to shake. Another minute of silent passed, where only her muffled sobs could be heard, until, "come on, Emma, stop crying," came from Regina's desk, voice softening in the slightest.
Emma hiccupped, sat so her back was against the couch, knees still bent up and used the back of her palm to wipe away her tears. She kept her eyes down, not once looking to the other side of the room. She flung her arms over her knees, fingers twiddling where they hung in the air.
"I miss you hugging me when I would cry," Emma muttered, not daring to even glance in Regina's direction, not wanting to see her reaction. She heard a loud sigh instead.
"I miss a lot of things, Emma, but it's over. You can't just expect me to trust you after what you put us through." Emma's head snapped over to Regina, eyes still red-rimmed but burning with a slight fury.
"What I put you through? You're the one who bailed on me and choose your career over me." Okay, so technically Emma had done the same, but Regina was supposed to go to her, they had agreed and it was Regina who had backed out, not Emma.
"Excuse me?" Regina pushed from the table, walked around it then began to pace back and forth in front of where Emma sat. She turned abruptly to face her, a finger pointing in her direction. "You're the one who choose your job over your family. I wanted you to come home-" her voice broke on the last syllable, a stray tear making its way down Regina's cheek, as her arms flopped to her sides in defeat, "I hate you."
Emma didn't know whether to comfort her or not, but the moment Regina wrapped her arms around herself and looked to the ground before muttering, "I hate you, because I still love you," Emma was up and made her way to Regina, enveloping her in a tight hug.
Regina gripped onto the sides of Emma's shirt, unsure as to whether she wanted to push her away or keep her close, whilst Emma had circled her arms around the woman, both hands splayed on her shoulders, keeping her close.
They had never done this, Emma had only had brief contact with Regina when she would pick up or drop off Henry for his visits. The divorce papers had come without warning, they hadn't separated beforehand, though Emma knew something had been off with Regina.
This was long overdue.
Regina buried her face in Emma's neck, this time the one to have tears streaming. "I hate you," she mumbled, her lips brushing over Emma's skin as she spoke, "I hate you."
Emma held on tighter, one hand lifting to run through Regina's hair. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, squeezing her grip, "I'm sorry, Regina. I messed up. I never meant to lose you."
"Why didn't you come back?" Regina shook in her arms and Emma found herself laying the side of her head against Regina's, eyes closing as she felt how easily they still fit. She even placed a kiss to Regina's head, before holding her in close again.
Emma pulled away slightly as Regina began to calm, hands going to her shoulders. She gripped onto them as if Regina would disappear if she hadn't got a hold of her.
"I thought you would cave. It was perfect up there, Regina. It would've been so good for us and I found a really good school, but I never got the chance to tell you. I didn't know, I would've come back if…the moment the papers came through I spent the day in a ball, crying. I thought it was too late and you wouldn't talk to me, but if I would've known-"
Regina pressed her lips firmly to Emma's, green eyes going wide where Regina's had squeezed shut. Then they fluttered closed as Regina relieved the pressure, not opening her eyes as she began to kiss her way down Emma's jaws in quick pecks.
"Regina." Emma sighed, titling her head backwards, not understanding what had just happened, "we should talk."
Regina kissed her way back up, "I don't want to talk-" then kissed Emma square on the lips. Each hand slipped into the back pockets of Emma's jeans, as Regina deepened the kiss, Emma very quickly and easily accepting. She didn't know what this was, whether it was leading to make-up or a very late break-up sex or something entirely different, but she began to kiss Regina back, running her tongue over her mouth until she was granted access.
Regina hummed, a small smile protruding in the corner of her lips, "god don't stop," she moaned, Emma diving back in for another taste, Regina's fingers gripping into her behind. Emma followed her lead, hands gently brushing along Regina's hips until she found her ass, squeezing as their lips stayed connected.
"What are we doing?" Emma asked, hands still fondling Regina as she tilted her head back to look into her eyes.
"Don't know-" she went to kiss Emma again, for Emma to move one hand and place it on her chest and raised a brow, "I felt the urge to either punch you or kiss you. Figured this would be more fun, doesn't mean anything, I just need you to fuck me."
Emma's eyes dilated with lust, not understanding where the turn of events had come from and in the back of her mind, there was something screaming at her that this was a bad idea. But it'd had been so long.
She would do anything for one more time.
"A one time thing?" Emma questioned and when she received a nod, her lips fell to Regina's, both hands back to her firm backside. She squeezed it tightly as Regina moaned, moving her arms up to circle Emma's neck as she was lifted off the ground. Both legs wrapped themselves around Emma's waist, heels dangling in mid-air as she was spun, them not breaking the kiss for a second. Emma placed her down on the couch, knees hitting the floor as she stayed between Regina's legs.
Emma's hands flew to the buttons of Regina's shirt, "why are these always so awkward?" Emma huffed, placed her fingers in between the gaps and yanked in one swift motion, "oops-" she smirked up at Regina, ignoring the eye roll. Instead, she dived forwards, placing open mouth kisses all over her torso.
"Em-ma." Regina's head fell back as a tongue licked down her stomach, a trail of kisses following it, only for that mouth to make its way back up. Regina looked down, making eye-contact with the younger woman, "don't you dare make love to me."
The icy stare was back and Emma had to gulp, her stomach clenching, but not in a good way. That niggling almost shouting that this was a bad idea grow louder, but she ignored it, nodded and leant back on her heels from where she remained kneeling.
Regina pushed on the couch, pulling herself backwards until she was sat up against it, legs spread, heels digging into the ground, Emma's hand slowly moving upwards over her thighs.
"Just fucking," she said, staring into Regina's eyes as she bunched the skirt up at her waist, fingers hooking beneath her underwear, "got it-" she yanked on them, Regina pushing on her palms to lift her hips, the material pooling around her ankles and she kicked them off, growing impatient. Emma remained on her knees, chest panting heavily and she scooted forwards, both arms cupping beneath Regina's knees to place them on her shoulders.
"For Christ sake, just get your mouth on me-" Regina's hips bucked and she grabbed a fistful of blonde locks, pushing Emma's head downwards, a throaty moan coming from the blonde. The moment her tongue ran through her folds, Regina's eyes closed and her head tipped backwards.
"Just like that," she said in an almost dreamy state, Emma using the flat of her tongue to run from her entrance to her already swollen clit, the wetness growing on her tongue.
"Forgot how good you tasted," she panted, going in for another lick, taking her time bringing out the pleasure in her ex-wife. She licked, sucked, swirled the tip of her tongue around Regina's clit, listening to the different hums and moans coming from above. The grip in her hair tightened and Regina's legs began to lift off Emma's shoulders, widening in response to the growing pleasure, each heel dangling in the air.
"Em-ma, I need you to-" she looked down, making eye contact with the women who had her wetness smeared over her face and smirked, deciding her release could wait, wanting Emma to stay exactly where she was.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she demanded, Emma instantly complying, sliding the muscle in as far as she could.
"Fuck-" she said after pulling out, giving her another lick as if unable to keep her mouth away, "taste so good." Her tongue slowly went back inside, Regina's hips lifting in search of more friction, Emma's fingers gripping into the sot flesh of Regina's parted thighs.
Regina purred, "don't stop," as Emma hooked Regina's legs back over shoulder, tongue darting out to run along her lips, unable to stop herself.
Emma altered herself, leant one elbow on the couch opposite the hand Regina had gripped over the edge, her other hand coming up between Regina's legs, fingers rubbing up and down the wetness.
"Want me to finger fuck you?" Emma lifted a brow on a smirk, lazily running her fingers up and down, testing boundaries, not sure how far she could push. All the while knowing no matter how much Regina loved her tongue inside of her, it was never enough to make her come.
Dirty talk had always been a part of their sex life, but this was new, this was Emma on her knees wanting to pleasure her ex-wife in any way she would allow. Then Regina moaned from deep within her throat, grip on Emma's hair tightening once again, eyes closing as her head fell back once again.
"I want your mouth and fingers to fuck me until I see stars." Emma slipped two fingers easily inside of her, biting her lip and simply sat on her heels, watching her fingers slowly moving in and out of her ex-wife, her own clit throbbing the more Regina's head began to move from side to side, hips lifting and lowering in a slow motion to match Emma's pace.
The feel of Regina's warm thighs around her head, mixed with the scent of her lover and the feel of her warm heat had Emma un-popping and then slipping a hand down her jeans. She balanced herself by leaning her elbow on the couch, fingers pulsating inside of Regina and found her tight clit, circling it gently, not wanting to lose concertation, but needing some of the pressure to be released.
"You're so hot," she moaned, leant her shoulder against the couch, one hand wiggling inside her jeans and brought Regina's clit between her lips, sucking gently. Regina moaned louder, hand yanking at Emma's hair, keeping her firmly in place. Those legs wrapped themselves around Emma's head as her head thrashed from side to side and hips bucked widly, fucking herself on Emma's fingers and mouth.
"Emma…Emma…Emma," she repeated, "fuck…don't stop…right," her chest tightened as Emma stroked the inside of her walls, knees aching on the ground and position beginning to become slightly uncomfortable. Regina's eyes squeezed tightly, "fuuuuck," came the low grunt, Emma sucking more firmly.
Regina held her breath, hand pushing on the couch as her walls began to spasm. Emma kept up her ministration, fingers on her own clit rubbing quicker in search of her own release, the two women moaning and panting together. Regina's hips lifted when her climax hit, she grunted then her body slouched onto the couch, fingers slid from blonde locks and her legs went limp and dangled over Emma's shoulders, heels gently tapping against Emma's back.
Emma pulled her mouth away, fingers slowly coming out of Regina, them glistening and going straight into her mouth. She sucked on them, the taste giving her one final push, the fingers inside her jeans rubbing quick circles, hips bucking into her own hand and her eyes squeezed shut whilst she muttered a, "fuck," under her breath, the hand in her jeans stilling now her panties were smeared in her wetness.
"My gods," Regina said, still with her eyes closed and head leant backwards, chest lowering and rising visibly, "I see you still know…how…to use that…mouth of yours," she tried to sass between breaths, but it fell flat as she lay, spent.
Emma pulled her hand from her jeans and buttoned it back up, unsure if Regina planned on touching her or not. Not wanting to simply presume. Regina's legs slumped from her shoulder's, the older woman placing both hands at the side of her and pushing upwards. She looked down at Emma, as if as unsure as Emma felt.
Emma pushed back on her heels and stood, giving Regina a little space, when all she wanted to do was pull her into her arms, kiss down her jawline and run fingers through her hair. Regina pulled her legs back together, but remained seated, so Emma plonked down next to her, deciding to try to do that. She flung an arm around Regina's shoulders, the older woman going to pull away, until one gentle tug from Emma had her leaning her head against where her legs had just rested.
Emma kissed her head, then leant her own on top of Regina's, "you okay?" Regina nodded, closed her eyes and tucked her up legs, them both ignoring the stickiness between their legs. "You sure?" Emma asked quietly, worried that she'd done something wrong.
"I missed you," Regina confessed, twisting her head so she could nuzzle Emma's neck, "I wanted you to come back to me. I filed for divorce when I was angry, but I thought they'd make you come back home."
Emma sat and listened, other arm coming around to rub up and down Regina's side.
"You wouldn't even let me talk to you," Emma said, remembering how hard it had been to even communicate with her back then, "I thought you didn't want me back."
Throwing an arm over Emma's waist, Regina moulded herself into Emma's body.
"I've always wanted you back," she confessed, the closeness and way Emma was so willing to try again had the hard exterior melting away, "but I don't know if I can trust you."
"Let me take you out to dinner. Even if it doesn't go anywhere, it's the least I can do after we just fucked, it's not like I wouldn't do it for another woman." Emma cringed at her poor word choice, not having meant it like it sounded. "I just meant…there's no strings attached to the dinner, but I'd feel bad just leaving."
Regina pocked her head up, "you saw other women?" The fire in her eyes had Emma suddenly feel it in her gut.
"You divorced me! If I saw other-" Regina began to pull away, so much sorrow in her eyes Emma felt the anger seep from within.
"I tried once," she whispered and took a breath before connecting their gazes with a soft smile, "when I moved to New York, I told myself to try and move on. I brought a woman back to my apartment, we kissed, but I asked her to leave before anything more happened because I couldn't stop thinking of you."
"Oh." Regina nodded, shuffling so she was sat upright, but with her arm pressed to Emma's. "Katherine tried to set me up, but after I stood up the dates three times in row she stopped trying." Regina moved the hand between them until it rested on Emma's thigh, back of her hand downwards and palm facing upwards. Emma took the hint, twisting her shoulder to get her arm between them and slid her fingers softly up Regina's palm until their fingers intertwined.
"One dinner," Regina said, thinking how easily they had fit back together, "I'm not promising anything, but-"
"One dinner," Emma repeated and smiled at Regina, squeezed her palm, a mixture of nerves and excitement growing at the anticipation of the date, thanking Katherine and then herself for ignoring the voice, thinking something good could come out of this, after all.