Final chapter: Note that this part has an Explicit rating per the chapter title: "5 Fucks Given."
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Regina didn't feel like she could breathe all that well, she mechanically wiped the kitchen towel across the plate and sat it in the drainer. Outwardly she projected a calm demeanor, but her insides were twisting in panic as Snow hugged her and made a noise that Regina had only previously heard come from a pig.
"Mom, why are you squealing?" Emma popped around the kitchen archway just in time to see the end of the hug, and the pained smile on Regina's face along with the exaggerated grin that Snow wore. "Uh, oh, mom, what did you say to Regina?"
"Nothing, it's fine, Sweetheart. Why don't you take Regina into the living room for some football? I need to get your brother ready for bed," Snow glanced back at Regina once and patted her hand. She crossed the room to Emma, who eyed Regina with her own look of curious panic.
And then Snow dropped another little bomb, "Emma, I'm sure you want to sleep with your girlfriend, but I'm afraid there just isn't room unless you both squeeze in on the couch. I'll see if your father can dig up the air mattress…"
"Mom! Oh, my God, how many times must I tell you that Regina is not my girlfriend? You're making us both so uncomfortable," Emma apparently couldn't hold it in anymore and had a rather loud outburst.
Regina gasped and tensed in embarrassment, she couldn't stop the blush on her cheeks, but she watched the next interaction the same way she secretly watched "The Walking Dead," cringing from the suspense and gore, but unable to look away.
The baby started to cry and Emma's father picked him up, sweeping into the kitchen upon hearing the commotion to weigh in, "Emma, we want you to be happy, your mother isn't trying to make you or Regina uncomfortable."
Regina crossed her arms and started to inch backwards towards the door. Snow shook her head and turned her wide eyes up to her daughter, coming close to stroke her hair and bring her close, "I'm sorry, please don't get upset on Christmas."
Emma took a deep breath; her face was red and her brow was wrinkled from stress. She gritted her teeth, and spoke with a clenched jaw, "I know you want my life to parallel yours, but it's a lot of pressure. And you know I would tell you if I had meant someone special, I just can't-," Emma trailed off, and Regina felt the shift in the room all eyes were suddenly on her.
And Emma had just fully said she was looking for a girlfriend, wanted a girlfriend. A girl/friend… maybe Emma had some sort of lesbian superpower and enacted on Regina, that's why she was suddenly having all these thoughts, feelings and desires.
"I-I-I," Regina stammered, "think I should be getting home. Thank you for a lovely dinner, and it was a pleasure to meet you all."
She hadn't even pulled her coat off rack before Emma had sprinted over to her with tears slipping down her cheeks, "Hey, I'm so sorry about this. I am mortified, and I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable like I'm—I don't know…I just didn't want you to think I was like hitting on you, I mean—," Emma bit her tongue.
Regina kept fumbling with her coat unable to figure out how to put it on in her current state of mind. So, Emma being so nice to her, taking her for pizza, picking her dorm room lock, offering her a ride home…was all of it because Emma truly liked her?
Emma's dad called out, with very ill timing, "So if Regina is going home, I don't need to inflate the air mattress, right?"
Regina swallowed and shook her head, she wanted to tell Emma that she liked her too. She had all the opportunity, but she couldn't quite spit it out. She felt like admitting or confessing what she felt, when she really didn't even know what she felt would be an irrevocable step in a direction she wasn't sure she was ready to go in.
"I'm leaving, good night, Emma," Regina said as she managed to slip on her coat upside down, but she didn't take time to correct it, she opened the door and headed out into the cold.
The street was quiet, dark and cold, as big snowflakes fell slowly. the tranquility was overwhelming. A few houses had Christmas lights hung along their roofs and Regina stared at them as she walked looking for something to focus on besides Emma and her mess of convoluted feelings.
She didn't get far before she heard Emma call her name breathlessly, "Regina! Wait up."
Regina started walking faster; she couldn't do this right now. This Swan family certainly had a way of intruding into personal matters, and Regina was frustrated with herself because she couldn't even blame Emma for anything even though she wanted to. She liked her so much and felt so hopeful and frightened all at once upon finding out that she might like her too.
She heard Emma catch up to her and then slow down to walk cautiously beside her and catch her breath.
"Emma, I told you I need to be alone…" Regina stopped and spun around to face her, and the sight of Emma with snowflakes in her hair, silhouetted with Christmas lights behind her, open vulnerable eyes and red cheeks from running after her took her breath away. Her heart pulled at the honest and earnest look on her face, her mouth slightly open with long puffs of visible breath appearing and evaporating into the air. She stared down at her pink, inviting lips and squeezed her eyes shut. This was supposed to be easy. This was supposed to be Christmas, and everything was weird and different and felt ominous and exciting…
"Regina, I promised you that I wouldn't let you be alone on Christmas and I'm going to keep my promise," Emma said in a voice that couldn't be argued with, even though it shook and wavered slightly.
What was a promise? Regina wondered as she searched Emma's beautiful eyes and shivered from the cold. She should have seen it coming, but she was so far gone in muddling through her emotions that she never expected it.
Emma took a step closer, just close enough so that she could lean forward and softly brush her lips against hers. It took a beat for Regina to understand it and register that this was intentional. Emma was sealing her promise.
Regina tentatively lifted her head and pursed her lips meeting Emma's mouth softly, and slowly adding pressure in the kiss until Regina got out of her conscious mind and lost herself in the sheer pleasure that the kiss afforded. She liked kissing Emma a lot.
And when they broke away sighing and breathless, Emma took her hand when Regina offered it, and pulled her close. She started to jog down the middle of the deserted street and she pulled Emma along with her as she laughed, never had she felt so free. All those intense emotions that she had bottled up inside for what felt like days…perhaps her entire life was bubbling out of her with the intensity of a pack of Mentos dropped in a 2 liter of coke.
They indulged that freedom as they giggled and ran with each other hand in hand for the next 5 blocks all the way back to Regina's house. When she unlocked the door, she squeezed Emma's hand tightly, and pressed up against her. Breathless from the run said, "You're staying here with me if you don't want me to be alone because I am not sleeping on the air mattress three feet from your parent's bed."
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Kissing was a very pleasurable act when done with someone who A) had experience and B) was a female.
Regina had kissed boys before, or rather the boys had kissed her, but it was never ever like this. She could always feel their disgusting overly horny energy, making out was just a step to be rushed through before their need for pleasure could be addressed.
Regina wanted no part in a male centered pleasure.
Making out with Emma was slow and languid. Regina was certain she would need this feeling to go on forever and ever. After the first round of kisses they only managed to come halfway inside the front door, and then Regina found herself pushed up against the wall in the foyer, kissing beneath her family portraits.
Emma pulled back, and they caught their breath, agreeing to take a moment and regroup.
If this was heading to be a Christmas make out marathon, Regina realized the importance of pacing. Also, important: hydration. Once the coats and boots were off, they headed to the kitchen and ever the polite hostess, Regina offered Emma a bottle of water which she accepted gratefully.
Regina felt shy and overwhelmed by the surreal turn of events. She kind of hated Emma's mom, but she did have to get her credit for pushing Emma to out herself to Regina and basically blindly outing Regina as well.
Emma's voice was low, and she seemed nervous as well, "It's so quiet in here…do you think we could amp up the Christmassy-ness a little?"
Regina quirked an eyebrow, and smiled from excitement. There was a reason she loved Christmas so much. One by one, both women went through each room in the house, turning on the lights and multitude of over-the-top decorations that Regina's mom always had her staff put up starting the day after Thanksgiving.
There was a toy train that ran around a track on the upper molding of the walls, and with a flip of a switch Regina turned on the Scentsy pots of fragrant pine and cinnamon wax. The sound system boomed into action sounding songs of good tidings and cheer, by way of the Idina Menzel Holiday album.
When they reached the grand formal living room, Regina turned on the twenty-foot tall Christmas tree, decorated with like a billion strings of lights and covered in sparkling ornaments. Another switch controlled the fireplace and the blue icicle lights hanging over the mantel.
It was still cold in the house, and Emma pretended to shiver. "I'm freezing, do you, uh have some way to warm up?"
At first, Regina didn't understand the innuendo so worried she ran off to the kitchen and started melting chocolate to make Emma a big cup of hot cocoa. Displaying mock exasperation, Emma came up beside her and looked at her intently.
"What?" Regina blushed and looked down with nerves.
"You're really beautiful," Emma cocked her head to the side and reached out to smooth back the unruly strands of hair that Regina was hiding her face behind. "I've been wanting to tell you that since I saw you the other night in the student lounge, with cherry pop tart crumbs dangling from your full frowning lips."
"Stop it, you did not," Regina did not know how to handle this version of Emma, who outright teased her and told her how beautiful she was.
"And then again, when you fell on your ass on the street, and I also wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked when you sprinted out from the showers wearing only a towel and were locked out of your room," Emma continued contemplatively, clearly lost in the memory.
And the way that Emma was looking at her made Regina's heart ache from the strength of what she was feeling. Emma told her she was beautiful; plenty of people had commented on Regina's looks before, but Emma was the only person she'd ever met who made her feel beautiful.
Like her heart was singing right along with Idina… Regina was definitely hitting the high notes.
With the chocolate slowly melting with milk in the pot, Regina was dying to do something. She stuck her finger in the pot and scooped up some warm melted chocolate and brought up it up to Emma's lips offering it out to her.
"Try it," Regina watched Emma's eyes flicker down at her gooey finger and then back. She watched as her tongue darted out and licked her finger softly, and then retreated into her mouth. Emma made a magical 'mmm' noise, and Regina pulled her finger back, licking the rest off with her own mischievous pink tongue, never breaking eye contact with Emma.
They were kissing again within a heartbeat, only breaking apart when Regina registered that her cocoa would ruin if she didn't keep stirring it.
Soon the cocoa was poured into mugs, and the fire was warm and inviting. Regina led Emma to the sofa in front of the fire, and they sat down next to each other.
"Are you feeling warmer yet?" Regina took a sip from her cocoa, wondering what would happen next. She was still nervous, with a belly full of butterflies, but mainly she felt happy.
Emma laughed scooted closer, she leaned over to whisper into her ear, "When I said I was cold before, it was only to get you to warm me up."
"I made hot chocolate."
"Yes, and it's very good, but I was thinking of something else…" she reached out and traced Regina's collarbone, skirting her fingertip just under the scoop neck of her blouse. It made her nipples hard as she felt her head get heavy and a deep sense of radiating heat relaxed her like a wave. Fuck, Regina was so aroused and Emma had only barely begun to touch her.
Emma placed her other hand on Regina's thigh, sitting as close to her as possible. She bit her bottom lip and asked, "Are you sure about this? I-I don't want to make you uncomfortable again, not like you were at the bed and breakfast…"
Regina shook her head and then nodded, unsure of the question. She wasn't really in the position to handle any conflicting emotions. She just wanted to let down her walls for once and give herself over to something good.
"Regina?" Emma asked when she didn't reply.
"When did you know you were gay? Wait, are you…gay? Bisexual…that's a thing," Regina closed her eyes and felt pained and worried as she feared she broke the spell, but she needed just a little bit of clarity from Emma before she could fully enjoy herself.
"I'm the star player on a collegiate field hockey team, come on—you really didn't know that I'm into chicks?" Emma bit back a bow of laughter, and Regina laughed too.
"I always thought you hated me…kept to yourself at practice, and you were always quiet and watching me. To tell you the truth, I've had a little bit of a crush on you all semester, just never had the chance to get to talk to you before."
Regina was shocked at Emma's admission, although thinking back on it, all the puzzle pieces really fell into place. Her face flushed red again from embarrassment when she realized that she did spend a lot of time watching Emma play field hockey, she thought she admired her for her athletic prowess only, but it was starting to become clear that she had enjoyed looking at her body for a long time.
"How about you? I never in a million years thought that you would be interested, and I'm sorry about my mom again," Emma wrapped her arms around Regina's body and pulled her close. It was so nice to inhale Emma's scent straight from the source instead of stealing it from her sweatshirt.
"How about what?" Regina averted her eyes, and reached forward for her chocolate as a distraction.
"When did you know you were gay?"
"Um…it sort of occurred to me when the Warden assumed that you and I were ladyfriends…"
"Oh," Emma huffed as she sat back in her own moment of realization. "So…did I…?"
"Turn me gay?" Regina finished her question. "Yes, I think you might have…well, at least made me understand why I was feeling the way I was—the way I am feeling. "
"What way is that?" Emma was suddenly breathing the same air as her, eyes darting down to her lips and back.
"Like I want to be close to you all the time," Regina took a deep breath, that was a heavy thing to admit.
"Like you want to touch me?" Emma asked hedgingly.
"Yes," Regina breathed and closed her eyes as Emma leaned in so close she could feel her lips and breath across her cheeks and ghosting over her lips. "Touch me."
At that, Emma growled a little and lithely swung her legs over Regina's lap to straddle her. She kissed her lips, forcing her tongue into her mouth and sucking in a way that made Regina's nerve endings tingle and tickle, like stars were twinkling beneath her skin.
She lowered her full weight down on her lap and pushed forward, delicately kissing up and down the column of Regina's neck between staccato panting breaths. All Regina could do was ride the wave of excitement and pleasure, hanging on for dear life.
This was nothing like the hurried and stubbly halting kiss session she had with that boy after prom. Kissing Emma was not a race, it was circular and energetic and the longer it went on, the deeper her passion ran, like a stream running into a bigger body of water. Regina was gathering up feelings until she was drowning.
Emma was busy working on the buttons of her blouse. She gladly helped her take it off, as the need for more touch, more kisses, more attention was all consuming. Up until now, Regina had kept quiet, aside from her rapidly increasing breathing, she hadn't made any noise. She thought moaning or screaming was just theatrics that were used as dramatic effect in porn.
That was until Emma freed her breasts from her bra and ran her thumbs over her hard peaks while sucking the pulse point at her neck. Regina gasped and honest to God moaned low in her throat at the electric pulse of sheer pleasure that coursed through her.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Emma told her as soon as she broke the suction on her neck. Regina let her head fall back and closed her eyes because the room was spinning, and her core was starting to ache and itch in a way she had very rarely experienced, and certainly not to this extent.
Emma touched the tip of her tongue to one of her nipples and licked as she kneaded and softly squeezed the other. It was heaven and then it got better as she wrapped her mouth tightly over the sensitive bud and sucked, scraping her teeth lightly at the end. It elicited a whole string of moans at the sharp intense pricks of pleasure that hit her groin.
Then Emma stood up abruptly, leaving Regina cold and so horny she was starting to undulate her hips into the air. Her breasts were bare except for the shine of Emma's saliva icing each nipple. Regina opened her eyes to try and understand what was happening, she had never seen a look of hunger and lust like Emma wore before in her life.
Emma was pulling off her shirt, she then took off her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. "Take off your slacks." She gestured to Regina's lap and her eyes went wide with shock. This was really happening and her hands only shook a tiny bit as she unzipped her pants and contorted her body to pull them over her butt and down her legs. Emma pulled them the rest of the way off.
Sliding forward, Emma pushed Regina down so she was fully on her back, and spread out on the couch. With her bra hanging uselessly around her ribcage, and nothing else but her panties clinging to her hips. Emma was hovering between her legs, covering her body, pressing hot smooth skin against her skin. Emma's wet mouth seemed to touch Regina everywhere, making her quake and shiver with sensation.
"We should have done this last night, instead of watching that stupid movie," Emma moved down her body with sensuous precision and removed Regina's panties. She flung them over her shoulder. "Open your legs wider, please."
Not wanting to appear too eager, but dying from anticipation, Regina slowly opened her legs and closely watched as Emma studied her. "My God, you're wetter than the hockey pitch."
The comparison of Regina's natural, sexual lubrication to artificial, water-based turf was not necessarily a welcome one, but she couldn't be bothered to express anything other than her desire for Emma to stop looking and start doing…her.
Instead of conveying any of that verbally, she looked at Emma and squirmed in need, twisting her body and pushing her hips upwards, while pouting. Emma swept her hair over her shoulder and went lower.
"Stop teasing," she begged and didn't even recognize her own voice. When the flat of Emma's tongue explored the edge of her labia with careful, soft strokes, Regina's jaw dropped from the feeling. She was on fucking fire, and as her new lover grew bolder, the deeper Emma buried her tongue between Regina's folds sweeping across the flooded tiny expanse of her plump clitoris the more it felt like Regina's whole body had just been submerged in a hot bath.
The pleasure extended beyond her core spreading throughout her limbs. In fact, Emma was so good at lavishing attention on her delicate little clit, that Regina experienced a brief flare up of jealousy. This was not Emma's first time to be sure, she knew exactly what she doing as she gingerly slid one digit through Regina's slick inner lips and stretched her opening, making sure she felt no pain.
Regina cried out as Emma slid that finger in deeper, making her feel full as she got down to business, "You are so fucking gorgeous, come for me whenever you need to."
Then it felt like Emma's tongue was pelting her clit as fast and beautifully as a butterfly's wings, until she started to suck open mouthed, and swirl the tip of her tongue repeatedly, while gently fucking her, until Regina felt her inner muscles clench. Her body was building and building up with something until the pressure got to be too much and with a desperate cry she let it all out, triggering her first real orgasm.
And it was intense and overwhelming, and she never wanted the feeling to stop as her body just went fucking off.
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When she'd recovered somewhat, her muscles were aching in a good way, and her lower back was a little sore from bucking her hips up into Emma's face a bunch. Considering she was still healing from her fall on the ice her first real sexperience was a success.
Emma spent a long while, kissing and cuddling her tickling her sides and wrestling a bit on the couch, until Regina was breathless and her face hurt from grinning, she pinned Emma down and told her with all the sincerity in her being, "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
There was one problem, Regina wasn't all too sure about what to do, though she was a quick learner and had quite the wiliness to perform with excellence in all her endeavors: lesbian sex included.
At the mere thought of it, Emma's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth fell open in a way that reminded Regina of Homer Simpson thinking of donuts. "Yeah, please..." Emma nodded in encouragement as she finally slipped her panties off and crawled on top of her.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Regina admitted with a pleading expression that said, 'help me.'
"Just touch me like you touch yourself… it'll be fine," Emma gave her own desperate pleading look and Regina realized this was a fake it till you make it situation. She didn't touch herself, not since she was young and her mother caught her humping a pillow and explained in horrifying detail why she should never, never ever masturbate.
The guilt combined with the horrified and disappointed look on her mother's face had kept her from doing it again…mostly. Sometimes she had to, but she wanted to make this experience for Emma far better than any half-hearted late night rub-out.
"Oh, Emma, you are so good," Regina whispered to her, kissing her soundly, and that's when Emma grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from her hip, slipping it non-subtly between her legs.
"Christ, Regina, I need to cum," she licked her lips and waited while grinding her teeth together. Regina stroked her pussy, skimming through the coarse bit of hair she found at the top and then becoming very interested in the smooth slippery feel of her. Most interesting was Emma's gasp when Regina stroked over a good spot, and then again when she added pressure. This went on for a bit, Regina touching and exploring while watching Emma's reaction. Did she hold her breath? Close her eyes, or tense her shoulders?
And much as Regina was learning, Emma apparently found the slow pace torturous. "Rub my clit fast, please."
Regina did with a haughty smirk spread across her lips as she circled and pressed and shook three fingers over Emma's clit and she quickly rubbed her way to an orgasm. It was like uncovering the winning symbol on a scratch off lottery ticket and Regina felt like she had just hit the jackpot.
Emma repeated the word 'yes' multiple times while driving her hips up against Regina's fingers until she fell back and her muscles twitched hotly for a minute and Regina pulled her hand away, when Emma closed her thighs and told her to come closer.
By this point, Emma had acquired a thin layer of sweat that made her skin hot and shiny, Regina kissed her over and over, feeling joyful and happy from the closeness and intimacy.
"Do you want to take a bath together?" Emma asked, rubbing Regina's arms while speaking against her lips.
Regina nodded and pressed her forehead against Emma's allowing herself a moment to process.
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It was strange walking through the house naked, leading Emma through her bedroom to her bath. She had missed her private bathroom so much since going to college, and she could think of nothing better than filling it up with bubbles and turning on the jacuzzi jets. What a way to spend Christmas night!
"This is where it's at," Emma stretched her arms over her head, and Regina couldn't stop staring at the enticing muscular lines of her body. Emma had perfect breasts, toned abs and Regina certainly hadn't forgotten her strong arms.
"Hmm mmm," she agreed with Emma's sentiment, and lit a few candles around the bathroom, as she turned down the lights, and tested the temperature of the water. It was perfect. Emma stepped in first, and Regina turned on the jets, watching Emma giggle with wonder. Then she beckoned her in.
Watching her step so she wouldn't slip, she sunk down in the water and without any hesitation, Emma pulled her back to rest against her chest, and sit between her legs. It felt deliciously safe and better than she could ever remember a bath being.
Emma idly washed her body with her hands, stroking up and down her stomach and over her thighs, then playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and making Regina hot and aroused again.
She massaged her shoulders as Regina rolled her neck from side to side, sinking further under the water, almost falling asleep as she literally sat in the lap of luxury. The gentle splashing of water and the rush of bubbles hitting her side from the Jetstream lulled her into a trance like state. While Emma continued to whisper sweet things about how great this was and how much she wanted to touch her.
Regina experienced her second orgasm not long after Emma started to stroke and play between her legs. This time she was so aroused and distracted by the bath, the sweet smell of lavender and the immense state of relaxation she was in, she didn't notice the buildup, it was as if she was suddenly coming undone, gasping and writhing on Emma's lap as water sloshed over the side of the tub.
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When their skin was pruny and the water started to cool, Regina stood up on wobbly legs, exhausted and sated. They dried each other off and quietly extinguished the candles. Wrapped in towels, Regina turned off the Christmas lights and put out the fire, while Emma carried the half drank mugs of hot chocolate to the kitchen.
After everything was put away, Regina took Emma to bed. The house was quiet, and they had all the time in the world to get lost under the warm comforter and hold each other, kissing and tasting each other all night long.
It was well into mid-morning when Regina finally woke up. She didn't remember falling asleep, but it must have been sometime after she tried the sixty-nine position, and had her fourth or fifth orgasm.
She smiled with her eyes closed, scooting back to firmly snuggle against Emma. The girl truly did have the stamina of an athlete and Regina would never tire of their team motto: Work hard, play hard. Emma was the star player because she truly exemplified that philosophy.
Regina never wanted Christmas to end. She felt refreshed and calm like her mind had been cleared of all the negatives she had held onto. There was no more self-doubt or fear, she could finally be her true self and she had Emma.
It was sudden and life changing, but sometimes the best things in life happen wildly and painfully. Regina wouldn't have changed a thing about this week. Plus, five orgasms during her first sexual experience- If that wasn't a sign of true love, Regina didn't know what was. She would be sure to thank Emma's nosy mother for helping her open her heart (and other body parts) up to her super-hot, gay daughter.
The rest of Christmas break was wonderful, except for a minor bout of awkwardness when Regina's family arrived home from the Canadian ski trip.
Suffice it to say they were particularly surprised to find the Sherriff's daughter with her hand down the front of Regina's pants, and kissing against the kitchen counter. Which was a convenient twist because it spared Regina the hassle of having to come out and tell her mom about who she was dating- it was all just put out there in plain view.
The cherry on top was when her dad found a pair of panties hanging like an ornament from a branch of the Christmas tree the next day. Years from now the whole sordid story would make a charming, albeit heavily-edited tale to tell the grandkids at Christmastime.
The End
PS: And no matter how cold, or how far the temperature dropped, Regina never felt like she was freezing again because she had Emma to always keep her warm.
Awwww.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the final part. This is the most I've ever written in this short of time. I really worked to get this done and procrastinated quite a few of my own holiday obligations. I guess that means I'll be heading to mall on Christmas Eve! Thank you Mujer Maravilla for encouragement and beta reading. Ella es la mejor!
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