Warmth.
That's all she can feel now. Blissful warmth right to her very core.
Her body shakes for a different reason, lovingly cradled in a strong embrace that makes her feel safe, and cherish and all those good feelings that she never used to value in her reign as the Evil Queen.
The only sounds audible are their breathing that is closer to panting, and the wet pressing together of lips, over and over again. And she knows that no kiss has ever felt so right; Daniel's had been sweet, something to cherish and hold onto in the days of her youth when she was subjected to the tyranny of her mother. She'll remember how he made her feel for the rest of her life, him and their stolen kisses. Robin's had been...Well, in this moment she can't really remember. She's sure it had been adequate. Nice, even. A reassurance that she could have a chance at her happy ending. But it's nothing in comparison to this. Nothing at all when compared to Emma.
Emma's kiss is full of fire and passion. Her very soul is burned by it and she's sure that she will never be the same again after feeling these lips pressed against hers. It's passionate, but yet she soon realises that it feels as though Emma isn't fully here in this moment with her, and that is something that she just can't stand.
She presses her body tighter to the blonde's, sighing softly as she licks against the softness of Emma's lips, begging for entrance that is immediately granted and there's a groan. She's not sure who it came from, but she shivers in delight as her tongue presses to Emma's, wraps her arms tighter around the other woman and prays to any deity that would listen to make sure that this is real. That she didn't pass out after so long spent grieving, that she's not dreaming.
From the hand that swiftly reaches down to palm the fabric covering her ass, she assumes it's real. It definitely feels that way, and oh god, it feels amazing. Her whole body lights up and she moans wantonly into Emma's mouth. But that seems to be a wake up call for the blonde as suddenly that hand is gone and those lips that could set her soul on fire are no longer pressed against hers. Emma's head drops to rest against her shoulder, and they're both definitely panting now. Once upon a time she would have been embarrassed at openly showing such emotion, but now her only concern is the woman in her arms and why she stopped something that was obviously enjoyable for the both of them.
"I can't, Regina. This...I'm not right for you. You're good now, you're a hero and I'm..." Her whole body heaves with a sigh as she glances down at her dagger before she pulls herself up from Regina's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I want you so badly but you deserve better..." She begins to remove herself from the dark haired woman's hold but she barely moves an inch before there's a hand gripping her jaw. Regina's eyes bore into those emerald orbs, pupils blown so wide that they're almost black. The blonde is trying to do what she considers is best for her, she knows that, but she cannot help the fury that rises up within her. Emma has never been like the rest, those who just want to take and take from her until she has nothing left. They are long past the times when they would push each other to the limit, resulting in a clash of venomous words or fists. But honestly, in this moment she feels like she could slap the blonde, she wishes she could slap some sense into her. But she refrains from doing so. She won't harm the blonde, hasn't been capable of doing so for a long time, even when she had lashed out at her with the return of Marian.
"Don't. You. Dare." The words spit though gritted teeth, a snarl comes to her lips as the blonde tries to interrupt, but quickly changes her mind in the face of such controlled anger. "For almost my entire life, my choices have been taken away from me. I've been manipulated and controlled. By my mother, by the King, Rumplestiltskin...But no more." Her voice is steel, reminiscent of her old self as queen and she leans in close to Emma so that there is no way that her next words can be misunderstood. "I want you, I've waited long enough to have you, and now you say that you want me as well. There is nothing you can possibly say to dissuade me from choosing you, Miss Swan." She almost feels guilty for the slight wince she sees as a result of using that particular title, but there is no time for that now and the sharpness to her voice fades away as she continues. "I want you, Emma. My Emma...My Sheriff. My Dark One. Please, don't deny me..." The last words are whispered against soft lips, tinted to a shade of red thanks to her lipstick. "Don't make us wait any longer, Emma."
There's a moment of hesitation, Emma is trying to decide what to do. Trying to decide whether she should give in to what they both want or whether she should walk away for what she considers is what's best for Regina. The raven haired woman waits, barely restraining herself from giving in to the urge to simply claim what she wants. That's not her any more. She won't take from Emma what she is not ready to give, regardless of the fact that what holds her back is ridiculous or not. Too many people have taken from Emma, and not given anything in return. She's just about to lean back, to put some space between them so that she can brace herself for Emma's rejection, when there's a sudden growl and once again she's on fire.
Her blood sings in her veins as Emma kisses her once more, and her lips curl into a smile for a brief moment before they part under the pressing of the blonde's insistent tongue. There is no hesitance to Emma's touch now as she is wrapped within her embrace once more, she pushes forward into the blonde, releasing her grip on the other woman's jaw without thought and clings to her, lest she change her mind once again. But it doesn't seem like Emma will stop now.
The kisses never cease, they only part when it becomes necessary to take a breath but as soon as they do they're together again, lips and tongues meeting with such pent up desire that she's sure she wouldn't notice if the room actually set ablaze around them. That hand returns to her ass again, squeezes and she cannot help the excited noise that bursts free from her lips. Emma's chuckle is muffled in their kiss, and she is unable to quell her old instinctive need to push back, to gain the upper hand.
She breaks free from those tantalizing lips, smirking briefly as Emma groans in disappointment. But the blonde's displeasure with her actions soon diminishes as she attacks a delicate neck with her lips. They both moan as she sinks her teeth into the soft flesh, though Emma's grows to a louder volume as Regina sucks, blood vessels popping beneath the skin as she marks what she considers hers. "Regina..." Her name is stuttered out in a whimper and she has never felt such pride in herself as she does in this moment, with this beguiling creature in her grasp. Her first reply is a pleased sigh as she licks against the bruised flesh, practically purring as Emma's body shudders in response.
"What is it, darling?" She croons from the crook of the blonde's neck, a hand wandering from it's place behind the other woman's neck to travel down along that ghastly sweater and underneath, finally taking it's hold on the bare skin at her waist. Her fingers rub gentle circles into the skin, and she finds herself struck with the fantasy of those fingers stroking elsewhere. Somewhere hot and deliciously wet...She feels her core clench at the thought.
"I want you..." The blonde manages to stutter out, her body trembling at the sensory overload.
A soft hum of approval vibrates against the blonde's neck as Regina finds a new place to mark, not even hesitating before doing so. She lets Emma wait for a moment, teasing her with the sharpness of her teeth before leaning back. She is tempted to play, to tease and taunt Emma with what she wants until she is driven mad with the desire that they have both denied for so long. But it can wait until next time. This first time should be special. Loving. Everything that her previous sexual encounters were not. "Then have me, Emma."
No sooner are the words out of her mouth are the roles reversed, it happens in the blink of an eye and she is not sure whether Emma has used magic to accomplish such a feat, but it doesn't matter. Now, her thoughts turn incoherent as her body burns even brighter with the feeling of teeth in her neck and suction on her skin. She lets out a practically indecent moan at both the sensation, and the realisation that Emma is marking her as well. The hand at her ass squeezes roughly, and her body jolts upwards with a guttural sound into Emma, uncaring of the slight tearing at her knees due to the glass that had managed to imbed itself there.
And then it's just the slightest hiss that escapes her mouth, a thoughtless reaction to the pain, but suddenly the pressure at her neck is gone and she once again finds herself staring into Emma's eyes. They're practically aflame with the lust shared between them, and she has no doubt that her eyes reflect that same desire. She opens her mouth to speak, to ask what has caused Emma to stop again, but the blonde is no longer looking at her, she takes in the state of the room around them and then finally returns her gaze to Regina. She grimaces, but before she can even explain herself they are swallowed by white smoke, and they reappear in what she soon recognizes to be her own bedroom.
"You deserve better than being taken on some dusty floor, never mind one that's covered in glass and who knows what other crap you managed to break." The blonde answers the question in her head before she can even think to voice it. Her body fills with a different kind of warmth then. It's pure, not like the fiery lust she still feels coursing through her. Emma's putting her first again. She always puts her first. She treats her like she's the only thing that matters, and to say that...Though now she feels a sense of shame, seeing as what Emma had described is exactly what she had allowed to happen with Robin. Emma frowns slightly and she assumes that she's seen the emotion flit across her face, but says nothing. And then she's being lifted into a pair of deceptively muscular arms and carried to the bed. Her eyelashes flutter rapidly in response to the sudden brightness in the room as Emma flicks her hand and the light on the bedside table turns on. She's gently deposited onto soft sheets and this woman, the one who is supposed to be entity of pure evil now, she lowers herself to her knees and carefully slips her shoes from her feet.
"I saw you, when I disappeared..." A low murmur accompanies the movement of gentle, yet firm hands as they massage the bottoms of her feet. "You barely managed to reach the dagger before you collapsed, you looked devastated. I never would have expected that..." She cannot see Emma's face as she speaks, but she wishes she could. She wishes she could see her expression, so that maybe she could understand what she was feeling. But she says and does nothing, paralysed by the hypnotic lull of the blonde's voice and the delicate attention to her feet. "I knew my parents would be distraught, I expected that. And Hook..." She feels herself tense in response to Emma saying his name, will she want to return to him? Has she already been to see him? Is this just a temporary, one night sort of thing? So many questions run rampant in her head, it's almost enough to make her dizzy. But it doesn't show on the outside, and she's glad it doesn't because Emma chooses that moment to look up at her. She's smiling.
"I suppose it's awful, but I didn't see his reaction, I didn't care to. You were all I could see, Regina. Your sorrow, your pain...I fought with myself for what felt like forever when you broke down and called for me. I tried to put you first, thought that if I didn't show up you might eventually pull yourself together and go fix what happened with Robin...But you didn't. You hurt yourself, and I..." She watches as Emma swallows, her voice wavering as she speaks. She is captivated, stunned into silence as the other woman's eyes rove over her body before settling on her knees. Hands raise from her feet to her knees, bloody and punctured by glass. A swift hand gesture and a fleeting instance of pain later and Emma has healed her, and she smiles with pride at how far she has come. From a novice who could barely even start a flame to a sorceress even stronger than she is. But she still stays silent, watching as Emma rises to cover her body with her own. She gasps and lays back on the bed, her body instinctively rising to meet the blonde's as long fingers entangle themselves with her own and she feels the warmth of Emma's magic again as it heals the lacerations to her palms.
"Don't ever do that again, Regina. Or so help me I'll..." The sentence is left unfinished, silenced by her lips as she is overcome with emotion and need for this perfect woman on top of her. She conveys her gratitude in her kiss, along with so much more. They lose themselves in each other, and though the lust they feel for one another is still present this is more of a demonstration of need and love than anything else. It lasts for what seems like a blissful forever, but in reality is only a few minutes. They eventually break apart, and she presses a soft kiss to the blonde's forehead. There's so many things she wants to say, she can't quite sort them out in her head. So she just chooses the most important thing, the one thing that she needs Emma to know.
"I love you, my Dark One."
Those expressive green eyes glitter with tears, and a mouth still smudged red from their kisses tilts into a smile that radiates happiness and Regina feels something click and mend inside of her that had been broken for such a long time before.
"I love you too, my Queen."