A/N: The next installment, a ficlet unrelated to the first chapter. A reminder is this is a compilation of Swan Queen sexy time stories. Little sexy gems without plot that I wasn't sure what to do with so I am binding them all in one big fanfiction work, hence "Moments That Take Our Breath Away". This chapter contains strong sexual content (lesbian sex). Reader discretion is advised. I hope you enjoy it and comments are always welcome. Have a lovely weekend!

"Taken, But Not For Granted"

"Of all the things we tend to overlook in life,

let us not take for granted the one we

love and a comfortable sofa."

Regina's thoughts while Emma licked and sucked her clit into her mouth while massaging her breasts and picking at her nipples was that there were some things that the woman did phenomenally well. When she had first met, Emma Swan, the woman could irritate her and fascinate her at the same time better than anyone! As the years rolled by, she learned that Emma made her feel safe and that here was someone that she could trust and rely upon.

As their naked bodies comfortably occupied the pristine living room couch, a venue they strangely had not made love on yet, Emma dabbed at Regina's slippery, engorged clit, with the tip of her tongue, before wrapping her lips around it and leaning forward, rubbing her nipples enticingly against her palms. The brunette's hands covered Emma's, crushing them to her, while squirming underneath Emma's determined goading mouth.

Eliciting a whimper, the brunette stopped to lift one of Emma's hands up to her lips, crooked her neck and sucked heartily on a finger, scented with her own arousal and it produced another sob from her and a muffled moan from Emma who was lightly tugging at her hooded bundle of nerves with unabashed enthusiasm.

Their gazes met and Emma was entranced by the movement of Regina's tongue as it danced languidly over her fingers and she was lustfully aching to have that tongue in her mouth and, fuck, Regina could distract her. Abruptly she detached herself from her lover's soaked center and lunged above her, replacing her mouth with her fingers as she drew Regina's tongue, the sexy wriggling culprit, into her mouth as she swallowed Regina's cries of ecstasy and her fingers changed their pattern and rhythm of stroking.

"Do you like the way you taste, Regina?" Emma smiled cheekily down at Regina, "I do."

"Mmmm," the brunette's arms came around her neck, "I always like the way I taste off you, dear, whether it is off your tongue after you've had it buried deep inside me or when it's off your stomach after I've rubbed myself all over your toned muscles."

"Fuck…" Emma purposely pressed Regina's clit roughly to hear the woman weep in unfettered desire and she experienced great satisfaction in Regina digging her nails into her skin and knowing that no one had ever made the Queen feel this good. That was what Regina had told her and she believed it to be true.

"Emma, yes. Touch me like that again, please?" The rich sound of Regina's begging voice turned her on so much.

"What? This?" Emma's grin held a teasing glint before she gave a repeat performance of adding the perfect amount of pressure around Regina's swollen slick nub.

Regina clutched Emma's body tightly in rapture, her nails left tiny crescent moon patterns on sensually warmed, lightly freckled skin and the blonde swallowed a grunt at the pain and channeled more effort into her insistent stroking.

"Fuck, yes!" Regina arched her back, exposing her neck for Emma's assault with spirited tongue and teeth.

While nibbling the offered expanse, Emma pressed a warm grin into Regina before teasing her about her uncharacteristic swearing, "Careful. Your queenly composure is slipping, Your Majesty."

The brunette's sexy chuckle lilted around them like a favorite tune and Emma was amazed at how utterly captivating the woman was beneath her. After knowing Regina this long, should it still have come as a surprise?

"Don't pretend you aren't pleased, dear." The woman's palms massaged up and down Emma's back gratifyingly and she lifted a perfectly curved eyebrow at her. "I know you live to provoke me."

"Provoke you, prod you, probe you…" and with the last, she plunged three fingers deeply inside Regina, fingers that slipped in effortlessly due to the abundance of Regina's natural essence.

Grunting loudly, the queen answered this welcome invasion by gripping the back of the blonde's head, fisting a clump of her hair in her fingers, and bringing her other hand down hard on Emma's bottom in a resounding slap, squeezing to pulling her in; thrusting the woman against her.

"Emma, harder." Emma pushed into the back of her own hand, rocking unforgivingly between Regina's legs. As her digits drove into her queen, each thrust generated an impassioned plea to drop from the older woman's lips. "Yes, darling. Faster!"

She called her "darling" and Emma secretly loved that. She covered parted lips with her own and penetrated deeply while Regina rolled her hips to meet each eager pistoning dive.

In a frenzy, Regina was all throat-drying moans and flicking tongue, ravenous on Emma's mouth, neck and ear. Her lover's hands were everywhere, scratching and pinching, and it spurred Emma on even more.

"Emma, your mouth…"

"Yeah?"

"I want it on me again. Now!"

Emma smirked and immediately slowed her greedy sensual assault and withdrew her fingers. "'Harder. Faster. Eat me.' I aim to please and obey My Queen." Bringing glistening fingers up to their mouths, her green eyes darkened when Regina saucily gripped her wrist and brought her fingers to her lips.

"And now…" Regina lazily dabs her tongue up Emma's finger, "Your Queen…," sucks a finger and draws it out slowly causing Emma to groan and close her eyes at the sensation, "… wants to fuck your face, dear."

And just like that it was as if the clouds parted above, accompanied by a beam of glorious light to a chorus of angels singing. Or it would have, if Emma Swan believed in such things. Instead her eyes widened, blinked and she scrambled down Regina's body, spreading her legs apart and fastening her mouth to Her Majesty's silken pink-flushed and arousal-swollen folds.

Alternating between light suckling and lapping at Regina's softness, she reluctantly dragged her drying fingers that were wet from Regina's mouth, back down to flick her nipples and her blonde head bobbed in time to her hands. She mewled approval at the queen's taste and scent. She moved her head in rhythmic side motions wetting, brushing and pressing her lips further into her love, and she lifted only to mutter with hooded eyes, "You are so fucking beautiful, Regina."

Regina propped herself up on an elbow and with the other hand gruffly grabbed the back of Emma's head, undulating herself into Emma's face. She licked her lips and lustily gasped as she spread her excitement all over her lover's pretty pink lips and chin. Then, threading her hand rewardingly through golden locks, she combed the hair away from Emma's face, thinking how utterly breathtaking the blonde was. How lucky she was to have this woman in her life, in her heart and, at the moment, between her legs.

Emma could feel Regina's ardour through both the rough and tender gestures and as the older woman began to massage her scalp with gradual pulls toward her again, she knew Regina's body well enough to know that Regina was nearing her peak.

Regina's sighs puffed louder and quicker and she beckoned for release. "Emma..."

"Yes, my Queen. Shall I make you come now?" Emma smiled against Regina's softness knowing the answer before she could answer.

"Yeeees, Emma. Yes." Regina laid back again and her palms covered her temples against the onslaught of emotion and sensation Emma was causing. She gyrated her hips but the blonde took control and held her down while her tongue pushed and brushed against Regina's swollen clit, hard and fast.

"Emma, Emma, EMMA!" With a keening cry Regina climaxed, grasping at the sofa cushions and sobbing "Yes" over and over. With one last groaning loud yes, Regina's thighs buckled and closed and she ripped her twitching sex away from Emma's mouth, but Emma is so turned on after watching and hearing Regina come that she needed something in her mouth badly. She climbed up quickly and drew a turgid nipple in, sucking it demandingly which intensified and prolonged Regina's orgasm.

The mayor writhed underneath Emma and the blonde reveled in the feeling of Regina's breast in her mouth. It is not enough though. She leveled her face with the brunette's, gazed into her lust suffused eyes, hooded with near exhaustion and Emma smiled tenderly and professed, "I love you, Regina."

And in that moment before Emma claimed her mouth, Regina was so overcome with emotion, she could have cried. But she wouldn't. Because the Queen's crying days were over. She had her true love in her arms. She had not just a happy ending but a happy beginning.

She didn't need to tell Emma that she loved her back. Emma didn't give her a chance anyway, prying Regina's lips open to take her tongue, and share her intimate taste. Emma already knew how she felt. But still, she'd tell her later. After all, they had so many laters to come.