Business Transaction
By MissFaberrySuarez
Chapter Two
"Well then," Emma's devilish grin didn't go unnoticed by. "Let's get right on it."
Regina's breath got a sturdy grip on her throat once she felt the blonde's heat bouncing off her own body.
Too close.
God, had the oxygen in the room evaporated?!
Emma inched closer, Regina's back flushed against the wall and the light went off. Must have hit the switch. Even under the dim moonlight, she could see the blonde's bright emeralds glimmering at her, as if defying her, pulling her into what she knew there was no turning back from. Emma cocked her head to the side, slid the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and leaned in, despite the odd look on the older woman's face, expecting to meet her mouth.
Instead, she felt the smooth skin of Regina's cheek.
"Don't."
She backed away, but only enough to be able to lock eyes with the brunette. "Don't what?"
"Don't kiss me." Regina murmured, gulping down a breath.
Emma chuckled and her eyes dropped to Regina's lips. "Why? Afraid you won't be able to resist my undeniable charm?"
"You ought to respect my wishes, Miss Swan." She pursed her lips.
"Lady," Emma inched closer again. "Call me Emma."
It was impossible to ignore how tense Regina was, her hands curled into fists by her sides, a vein had visibly inflated across her forehead, her breath seemed ragged, though it could mean something different, but judging on how reluctant she seemed about the whole thing, Emma seriously doubted it.
Fine, so there would be no kissing. Considering the bizarreness of many requests she'd had in the past, she was rather thankful that she wouldn't have to fulfill some idiotically disgusting life-long fantasy. Again.
Maybe if she went slowly, a touch here and there, maybe she'd ease into it. She adventured a hand on Regina's upper arm and got no reaction. Then slid it up to her collarbones, crook of her neck, nape then tangled her fingers through dark hair.
The brunette used all the strength in her body not to push her ten feet away and leave a Regina-shaped hole in the middle of the door. What was wrong with her? She wanted this; she spent weeks arguing with herself, should I, shouldn't why, what if Henry finds out and what would he think?! Now that she had another person's hands roaming about her body it all seemed to come back to suffocate her.
God, now her other hand was on her waist, pulling, tugging, wanting. Wanting? Does an escort even feel anything?
"Wait, wait, wait." She panted; she hadn't even realized how rushed her breath had become.
Emma pulled back entirely this time. Just when I was getting into it.
"What now?"
"Too fast- I just- I've never done this."
Emma widened her eyes. Oh, no. "Wait, are you…" Regina furrowed her eyebrows. "A virgin?"
"What, of course not, don't be absurd!"
"Thank god, because I've been through that and trust me, that is not-"
"I mean, depends on how you look at it. I'm not a virgin, virgin, I've had sex. Just not… with a woman."
"Oh."
Regina regretted her confession as soon as Emma's stunned expression splashed over her. "Is that a problem, Miss Swan?"
Emma put on her best "noooo-of-course-not!" face, swallowed her past experiences and warmly smiled. "No, Miss Mills. "She chuckled. "I'll just have to be gentle."
Regina let out a shaky breath she had been holding, leaned further back into the wall and slowly reached for Emma's stomach, letting her fingertips slither down until she felt her underwear's waistband through the thin fabric of her dress, hooking her index finger on it and tugging.
The blonde took it as a green light and regained their proximity, pressing her torso against Regina's; she could feel their breasts smashed together and the strong apple scent that emanated from the older woman's hair filled her with a sudden urge to burrow her nose in its essence.
Of the few women Emma had been with, Regina was far the most beautifully enticing one. She had to admit, the whole "don't touch me" attitude was somewhat of a turn on; having to be gentle, cautious, having to think and re-think each touch. The others were easy, far easier for her to take pleasure in it, it became too robotic, too cold, too much of a job task rather than a pleasant evening.
She liked to work for it. And with Regina Mills, she had to put every bit of effort into easing her to bed.
"Do you want to talk?" Emma purred as she slithered her manicured fingertips down the woman's side and let her warm breath tickle her neck.
Regina suppressed a gasp. "Seems rather inappropriate to chit-chat in this situation, doesn't it, Miss Swan?"
The blonde sniggered. "I meant dirty talk. Sometimes it helps."
"No." Regina shut her eyes and let the sensation of Emma's lips ghosting her pulse point course through her spine. "I don't do dirty talk."
"There are a lot that you apparently don't do, Miss Mills," She placed a faint peck on the spot. "But I'm guessing you're only depriving yourself of things you think it's not appropriate to feel for someone like you."
Regina's stomach tightened and she let an almost inaudible whimper slip from the back of her throat. "Someone like me?"
"Mmhmm." Emma pressed her lips tighter against the brunette's neck and felt the rapid thumping of her heart. She smirked and wondered how much more it would take to make it jump out of her chest. "You know, a sophisticated, high-class woman like you." This time, she adventured a small lick and dug her nails deeper into the woman's hips. "I don't even understand why you need this; you must have people lining up by your house."
Regina shook out a laugh. "You'd be surprise at how untrue that is." She let a deep groan escape as she felt teeth sinking into her bare shoulder.
Oh god. She could no longer keep her hands from wandering about the small of the blonde's back and, with a yank; she pulled Emma's body until there wasn't a sliver of air between them.
"Mmh, that's it." The younger woman breathed and melted into the hold.
"Don't ruin it."
Emma mumbled something against dark hair and pushed harder against the brunette's torso, flushing them completely.
God, that woman was awfully compelling. She wasn't sure if because of the contrast between her reluctance and seeming moments of courage, or if because of how impossibly poised she looked.
Either way, it seemed to be happening faster now. The blonde had rushed her touches into full on palming accompanied by light kisses and nibbles along the length of her neck, as the brunette's hips grinded against hers in the most languid way possible, causing liquid heat to course deliciously course through her core.
Regina could do this, she was doing it.
Before she could recover from feeling Emma's bare leg slipping between her thighs, the blonde drew her from the wall and turned in order to shove her to the bed, letting her body tumble carelessly atop the mattress.
Regina leaned on her elbows. Alright, the bed, she could do the bed thing. She'd done it so many times before, except, never willingly.
But this was no time to dwell on past issues, though it was the one thing that never quite seemed to hush midst scattered thoughts. It stung, even.
It wasn't true; she'd done it freely, even if drunk out of her own mind and with the only young man around aside from the one in a coma. Graham was a good guy, he meant no harm, but, somehow, she'd always end the night sobbing in a scrabbling mess of sheets, apple cider and regrets.
In a soft move, Emma's body slithered between her legs, which forced the hem of her dress to roll up to her hips, revealing the black lace covering her throbbing center and she felt the immediate need to cover herself. She would've had if she didn't have a woman between her thighs.
Even if feeling exposed, Regina couldn't deny she was on fire.
Her fingers traced random patterns across Emma's back as the blonde created a sluggish rhythm in thrusting her pelvic against Regina's, at the same time leaving pressing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, through her shoulder and then between her breasts, favoring the spot closest to her nipples without actually getting there.
Then she felt it. A wandering hand moving between their bodies, touching her abdomen, tip-toeing down until the hem of her dress, touching, feeling Regina's skin rising under her fingertips.
The brunette dig her nails so hard on the blonde's waist she was sure she'd drawn blood. Her heart thumped loud enough to overshadow her own ragged breaths, the electrical current flickering at her nerves only intensified the growing flame that burned her from the inside out and damn it, her lungs had surely consumed every last bit of oxygen left in the room.
The hand touched lower and she whimpered, groaned, moan, she didn't know, didn't care. Her grip on Emma's hips tightened. The blonde head buried deep in her neck rose and stared right through her, those emerald eyes pushed so hard against her defenses that she almost heard them crack.
Rose lips hovered dangerously above hers. They were there, right there and the only thing she had to do was to capture them. But she couldn't. How could she? Sex was one thing; intimacy was another and she was so conscience of that fact that the mere thought of feeling another mouth against her felt scarier than having her own heart ripped out. And who better to know about ripped out hearts other than Regina Mills?
God, and that hand. It toyed with the waistband of her black lacy panties as if they could be torn in a second. The thought lodged in her stomach and she sunk her teeth in her bottom lip. The heat of Emma's body against her seemed to have set camp between her thighs and she wanted nothing more than the blonde to ease the burning.
"Is this okay?" Emma whispered and the soft breath caressed Regina's lips.
"Yes." The brunette nodded, but Emma didn't miss the hesitation pouring from her eyes.
"I'm going to touch you, alright?"
"Yes." It was more of a shaky breath than a word.
Though there was barely any light, Regina could see the hint of a smile. Then she couldn't see anything anymore as Emma had her fingers touching the inside of her thigh, lightly moving upwards until she barely grazed the center of the brunette's panties.
Then she moaned, laced her fingers through golden locks and tugged.
Emma gently hooked her fingers on the fabric and pulled it down Regina's legs, always checking if there wasn't a slap going her way, only to return to the spot, release an eager sigh and let her fingertips lightly touch smooth folds.
"Fu-" Regina's jaw slackened and her eyes slammed shut.
Emma barely chuckled. "It's okay to cuss."
The brunette stroke her nape. "Hush."
It was only when she dug her fingers deeper into the sleek heat did she feel it. "You're so wet…"
Regina felt her cheeks light up into a thousand shades of red and was rather thankful for the lack of illumination. "One would think you'd be used to it by now."
"I've never really paid attention," She murmured so close to Regina's mouth she might as well have hummed it into her. "Until now."
The mayor did have to fight every impulse that just screamed at her to kiss the girl. "What made you pay attention this time?"
Emma dwelled on it for longer than three seconds and then whispered. "I'm not sure."
Regina parted her lips to respond but couldn't once she felt the two fingers move slightly upwards to find the hard nub that screamed for attention. She groaned and the touch lowered to her entrance.
That's when her stomach turned, her heart nearly skipped two full beats and her mind raced back into the thoughts she'd been hoping not to pop up.
But they did, and in full force. So, when she felt the fingers pressuring to enter her, her hand flew south and grasped Emma's wrist just in time for her to retreat.
"Don't."