Emma:
She grinned as she watched the brunettes plump lips part slightly in surprise as Emma rocked a bit, allowing her jeans to do the work for her. Then hands were on her clutching; fumbling with her tank top ripping it over her head and her bra was tossed quickly across the room.
Regina took a moment to appreciate the view before softly, almost hesitantly wrapping her lips around of her straining, heaving nipples, swirling chocolate eyes locked on emerald. In a moment Regina was bare, her nightdress lying forgotten a few feet away and the breath was knocked from Emma's throat all over again.
The woman's full rounded breast, taut stomach and curvaceous thighs – they were almost too much – too arousing for her.
Emma sank into the brunette softly touching and caressing the woman until she could feel her shaking, shuddering under her hands, writhing for more. Without any strain, she lifted the woman, a moan filling her ear as she did and pressed her tightly against the wall again, holding one leg tightly around her, letting Regina balanced her on the other. She softly kissed and sucked at the woman's breast, chest and neck, her hands sweeping over every available inch of skin until shuddering the woman clutched her neck softly panted in need, "Emma." Only then did Emma slowly tantalizingly run her hand down the woman's body and enfolded her fingers in the soft wetness there, marveling at how a woman so cold and hard could feel so warm and inviting.
Again they shared a groan as she touched just where they needed.
"Yes."
Slowly Emma thrust inside and reveled in the loud bang as The Mayors' head thrust backward and into the wall. She hesitated for a second before she rolled her body against her and, bang, Regina's head was thrown back again. Chuckling she held Regina's head against her throat and the two picked up a pace, Regina's back and ass beating out their rhythm on the wall.
Curled tightly into the woman she felt her begin to shake and tighten around her fingers.
Regina shook.
Emma shook.
Pressed against the wall the women would have sworn that the walls, the ground, the very air around them shook as finally with a guttural snarl Regina's orgasm ripped through them, her head slamming back against the wall for a final time as wave after wave washed over them.
Softly Emma kissed the beautiful pale olive skin of Regina's face and lips as slowly her chocolate eyes opened and snagged hers.
Emma pressed her forehead to hers, nose to nose as they shared a smile before wordlessly Regina lead her by the hand down the hall and into her bedroom where she could release herself on Emma.
Emma:
Emma woke with a start, a few hours later to find the bed beside her cold and empty. Stretching her somewhat sore muscles, she looked around and found Regina by the dresser already in a tight black pencil skirt and a deep grey silk shirt, double checking her makeup and perfectly quaffed hair in the mirror.
"Morning." She said with a smile, standing and stretching, unaware of Regina's eyes quickly flicking to her naked frame and back to the mirror. Softly she touched the small of the woman's back, planning on leaning in for a kiss but she felt the woman stiffen under her fingers. Emma hesitated, "How are you feeling?"
Regina cleared her throat; a soft blush touching her cheeks as Emma's naked frame came within touching distance of her, "I have a headache" she said dryly and turned to put on her earrings.
Disappointment flooded through Emma. "Oh. I see." She had thought they would be on better terms after last night perhaps even – but no, she could see that look in her eyes. It was the same look Emma had found on all of the girls she had experimented with in high school and the few women she had brought home from frat bars in her college days; that mix of shame and embarrassment.
She pulled away, bruised and pulled her clothes from the pile Regina had brought up for her, understanding the unspoken rejection. As she ripped her jacket on over her tank top indignation fluttered through her chest.
She turned to go but paused, trying to catch Regina's eye.
She couldn't.
"You know," she finally cried arms outstretched in anger, "next time you need to find solace in someone, make sure it's not me!" and with the slam of the door she was gone.
She walked at a brisk pace to the station, grumbling and swearing under her breath as she went, doing her best not to remember the look on Regina's face as she rocked with pleasure - pleasure given by Emma. She stopped quickly at Granny's to get her usual morning meal and then stomped into the station.
"Whoa!" David cried as she slammed through the door and down the hallway. "Everything all right?"
She sighed and apologized, "Rough night."
"What happened?"
She pulled her donut out of the bag and shoveled half of it into her mouth before responding, "Um, Regina thought she had an intruder."
"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, "I bet Regina in the middle of the night was quite a pleasure."
Emma rolled her eyes.
Regina:
It had been a mistake, surely. She swore to herself as she showered that morning, cursing her inability to control herself. When she stepped from the shower she dried her hair, taking extra time to be sure her hair was especially perfect before she pulled on her favorite outfit, the skirt that hugged her in all of the right ways and the blouse that flowed off of her.
It wasn't that she was doing it for Emma, still asleep - naked - in her bed, of course not. She just – she cleared her throat as she pulled on her heels and began her makeup – anyway.
She jumped when Emma rolled over, groaning a little in her sleep. One soft pink breast fell from under the covers and Regina felt a hot yet prickly flush goose across her skin.
Yes, this had been a mistake.
She couldn't stand this woman. What had she been thinking? She did her best to avert her eyes as the woman slowly woke.
"Morning." She said in a hazy sensual voice said from behind her. Regina looked back and clutched the side of the dresser. Emma was standing on her tiptoes her whole body in a stretch, her legs and thighs twisting into soft valleys of muscle, her stomach and arms tight and strong. Her small breasts were round, pointing at her in a silent accusation while the soft mound of hair between her legs looked warm and inviting. Regina was sure if she wasn't careful she might swoon.
She tensed as the woman softly touched her back and she could feel the reaction mirrored in Emma.
She cleared her throat, unsure of where to look.
"How are you feeling?"
"I have a headache."
Emma's eyebrow shot up for a moment, probably remembering Regina's head slamming into the wall repeatedly through the night. Then concern flicked and her face settled, clarity filling her eyes. Regina wasn't sure if the look filled her own chest with relief or gloom.
"Oh. I see."
Emma stood beside her for a moment seemingly unsure of what to do before she set to the task of dressing.
Regina could tell the woman was desperately seeking her eyes but she just couldn't give them to her. She needed Emma to leave and Emma wouldn't do that if they started a conversation.
Emma dressed and turned, "You know, next time you need to find solace in someone, make sure it's not me." She slammed the door, Regina knew, effectively waking her son.
She waited, frozen until she heard the slam of the front door before falling with a huff onto the bed. It was as if a tie that had formed between the women in the night had suddenly been severed by the slamming door and for just a moment Regina felt overwhelmingly lonely.
Guilt pooled in her stomach as she noticed that her sheets smelled of the blonde.
She knew she had just wordlessly rejected Emma and she was sorry for it but this simply how it would have to be.
Yes, Henry loved the woman and yes, the night before had been wildly exciting and it was true somehow her room felt cold and empty now without her presence but it just couldn't happen. Not with her - not with anyone.