Day 4 - Accidental Stimulation

"Magic is one thing, but self-defence is another."

"You forget that magic is my self-defence, Emma."

"Yeah, but you can't prance around depending on magic your whole life! C'mon Regina, it's fair trade. It'll be fun, I promise!"

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Regina pursed her lips as she listened to Emma drone on about the different defence positions one can assume in the event of a surprise attack and looked on dully as the blonde threw some 'example punches', as she called it.

Under Emma's insistence on a 'fair give and take', the brunette had reluctantly agreed to these unnecessary lessons where they now find themselves in the cemetery outside her father's mausoleum for a practice.

"Alright, Regina," Emma gave her a wry smile. "It's your turn. Show me some practice moves."

At that, Regina scoffed. "I am no amateur; I don't practice."

"Well then, fine. Let's do the real thing and see how expert you are," Emma raised a brow and smirked, coming to stand right in front of Regina. "I trust you won't pull back on any punches, your Majesty."

Regina met Emma's cocky expression with a smirk of her own, before she raised her right hand in a fist and punched the blonde with all her strength.

The impact came unexpected to the blonde and she staggered a few steps, hand immediately coming up to soothe the corner of her mouth that Regina had hit, her eyes widening in shock before they became ablaze with intensity and she took two steps forward and retaliated.

Regina took the blow harder than she saw it as she felt two strong hands grabbing each of her shoulder blades and next thing she knew, she was roughly dragged and her back collided harshly with the hard stone behind her as Emma pinned her to the wall of the mausoleum and trapped her there.

All movement ceased save for the heaving of their chests as the two women paused to take their breaths, and that was when Regina saw how close they actually were. Emma's breath mingled with hers as they panted and the brunette realised that Emma had her cornered by pressing her entire lower torso down against her own. The brunette could just barely feel the graze of Emma's thigh against her own clothed center, and Regina took a sharp intake of breath as she felt her body react.

"How about that," Emma grinned, not noticing their compromising position. "Not so expert after all, aren't you?"

Emma's words snapped Regina out of her daze and she quickly pushed Emma away, dusting herself. That seemed to bring Emma to their physical situation and the blonde stepped forward, a worried expression on her face.

"Regina, are you okay? I'm sorry if I hurt you, I tend to get carried awa-"

"I am fine," the brunette interrupted stiffly before turning back to Emma. "The cold got in the way of my concentration."

"Sure," Emma folded her arms and smiled, not believing a single word.

"Let's have a rematch," Regina stated. "Without the cold."

Before Emma could reply, Regina engulfed them with purple smoke from her magic and the two women found themselves in the room of the secret vault housed by the mausoleum. Regina shrugged off her coat and draped it over a velvet long chair as Emma examined her surroundings, no doubt amazed by what she saw.

"I can't believe you wear shit like this on a daily basis. How do you even breathe?" Emma asked, pointing to one of Regina's Evil Queen dresses before a movement caught her eye and she ducked just in time to grab her attacker's wrist, immediately whirling the other woman around and locking her in a death grip against herself.

"Trying to catch me off guard huh?" Emma huffed, her breath in hot pants beside the brunette's ear.

"Just testing your defences," Regina bit back, struggling against the blonde's strong hold and in the process of that, rubbing her back against the other woman's chest.

The action caused a tingling pleasure straight to her core and Emma relished in it, before realising what she was doing and immediately let Regina go, face flushing in embarrassment. Her nipples stood erect, straining against her bra and blatantly through the white cotton of her shirt and Emma hoped Regina would think it was because of the cold.

Without warning, Regina came toward her again and this time, she was ready. As they exchanged punches and quick deflections, Regina was confident that she would win this round against the former bail bondswoman but a sudden side step from the blonde and Regina found herself in the same position as before – harshly pinned against the wall with Emma flushed against her.

"There," Emma grinned triumphantly, as she felt the older woman slack against her hold. "Admit defeat, Regina."

On any other circumstance, Regina would not even let her opponent utter those words. But right now, she felt too breathless, too hot and too in need. This time, Emma had grabbed both her wrists and locked them in place on either side of her head, the Sheriff's right leg coming to rest conveniently between her thighs and Regina bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a groan as Emma shifted, giving her throbbing ache some pleasurable ease.

If Emma's nipples were not obvious before, they were now straining for attention against the woman's shirt and Regina swallowed dryly as she stared at Emma's heaving chest, before dragging her gaze back up to meet the blonde's.

Emma's pupils were dilated and darkened with known lust as Regina felt the woman press closer, their lips barely inches apart and a tiny smirk playing on wet lips.

"Who would have guessed you liked it rough," Emma's voice dropped to a husky whisper as she traced Regina's red lips with her piercing stare, before looking back up at the brunette whose sexual frustration rolled off her in tidal waves.

"Shut up and kiss me, Emma."

And devoured her Emma did.