This is for all the vagina havers that feel insecure about themselves.


Emma reached for the front of Regina's blouse, planning on unbuttoning it as their kissing became heated, when Regina pulled back.

"What's the matter?" Emma asked, frowning, "did I do something wrong?"

"I just... I can't..." Regina looked around the study, at a loss for words. Emma un-straddled Regina to give her some space.

"Regina?" she called softly. Regina sat up and put her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees.

"I've never really been intimate with someone who really matters," she whispered.

"Hey, I'm not expecting anything," Emma assured her. Regina shook her head.

"It's not experience," she said, "I have plenty of that. It's..." Emma touched Regina's hand gently.

"It's just me," Emma said quietly. Regina took a deep breath and laced her fingers with Emma's.

"I don't find myself beautiful," Regina whispered. Emma inhaled sharply at Regina's confession, dropping down in front of the shaking woman. She reached up and cupped her cheek.

"Look at me, Regina," she said, "I know hundreds of people could say you're beautiful and it wouldn't make a difference. But you are beautiful and special to me. Whatever you look like underneath everything, is perfect to me. And if you want to stop, I can wait. For as long as you need." Regina searched Emma's face and found only the truth.

"I trust you," Regina simply said before standing and transporting them to her bedroom. Regina pushed Emma onto the bed, straddled her, and kissed down her neck before sitting back on her haunches. Her hands reached for the buttons on her blouse as they slowly unbuttoned them. She shucked the blouse and tossed it to the side, her arms immediately wrapping around her stomach in discomfort. Emma sat up and removed her shirt before gently putting her hands on Regina's arms and pulling them away. She looked at Regina in awe, her beautiful tan skin calling out to be touched. Emma let go of her loose grip on Regina's wrists as she wrapped Regina's arms around her neck. Emma then gripped Regina's abdomen and pulled her closer as she kissed and nipped at Regina's collarbone causing Regina to release little gasps and moans of pleasure and pull Emma tighter. Emma reached around a unsnapped her own bra before undoing Regina's. Emma cupped Regina's breasts and played with her stiffening nipples. Regina gasped and buried her head in Emma's hair. Emma turned her head to tug on Regina's earlobe.

"Are you alright?" Emma checked. Hardly able to speak, Regina merely nodded. Emma reached around and slowly unzipped Regina's skirt and shimmied her out of it, lying Regina down on the bed. She hopped up and removed her own pants before crawling over Regina, who reached up and brushed a lock of Emma's hair back. "How are you doing?"

"I feel safe with you," Regina replied quietly. Emma brushed their lips together. She then kissed down her neck, through the valleys of Regina's breasts, over the plain of her stomach, until she stopped at Regina's hips. Regina reached down to help Emma with her nylon tights until finally they were each down to their underwear. Emma slid back up Regina's body.

"You're so beautiful," Emma whispered, "every part of you." Regina started to blush and cover up again. Emma furrowed her brow, "what's wrong."

"I'm not exactly beautiful... down there," Regina said as she covered her face with her hands. Emma gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked, reaching for Regina's panties. Regina stopped her.

"My inner labia isn't exactly... in," Regina said, swallowing.

"Are you saying someone removed it?" Emma asked, startled.

"Oh no, Emma. Nothing like that," Regina assured her, "it just sort of... spills over."

"Have you been watching this world's porn?" Emma questioned. Regina nodded and blushed.

"I didn't know there was anything wrong with me until-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Emma interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with you. Not everyone looks the same." She put her hand on the waistband of Regina's panties and cocks an eyebrow. Regina nodded, so Emma slowly removed the lace and tossed it to the side. She then did the same to her own cotton underwear. "We can stop if you need us to."

"No, I want this," Regina said adamantly.

"I'm going to show you how much you mean to me," Emma told her, positioning herself in between Regina's legs. She breathed in Regina's scent before kissing both of Regina's thighs. Regina squirmed and tangled her hands in Emma's hair. Emma got to work lavishing every part of Regina's labia and clit, pulling moans and whimpers from Regina.

"Oh gods, Emma!" Regina called, wrapping her legs around Emma's neck, quivering as she got close. With a sharp intake of breath, Regina came hard, back arching, pulling Emma's hair. Emma helped her come down from her high before wiping her mouth and sliding back up to meet Regina's eyes. She nuzzled Regina's cheek with her nose.

"Beautiful," she whispered, kissing her forehead. Regina pulled her down for a heated kiss.

"Thank you," she said, moving her hands down Emma's back-a glint in her eye-causing Emma to shiver. "Now it's my turn to make you squirm."