Emma can feel every inch of her skin set on fire with the way the mayor casually takes her hand. As if there is a sense of normality between them. At even the inclination that their evening may be over, she shakes her head rapidly at Regina with a coy smile. From the couch, her head still deep in the pillow, Mary reaches a waving hand in the air, as if directing traffic into the blonde's bedroom. Emma blushes as she looks back at Regina with a lifted brow.
Mary growls, sensing the two women still lingering over her. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and puts her hand and arm around both women, pushing them in the direction of the bedroom. "Jesus Christ. Do I have to wing woman both of you? One of you has to wear pants, you know."
Emma smiles and blushes crimson, and the boost from Mary causes her resolve to grow. She paces a step ahead of Regina as she leads her the rest of the way into her bedroom. She lets the draping fabric fall behind them as they enter before turning and nervously facing the brunette. "Sorry." She smiles and averts her eyes to the ceiling, rubbing her free hand through her own blonde locks.
At the sight of Emma's cheeks going red from Mary's comments, Regina smiles and feels her entire body flush in anticipation. She is thankful that her own blush is probably less noticeable than Emma's as she follows the blonde into her bedroom. She does her best to ignore the fact that they have only a curtain between them and their erstwhile audience, wanting to stay in the moment for as long as possible. "She clearly wants you to enjoy yourself tonight," she says softly and squeezes the blonde's hand slightly. "I think I can agree with her on that." Before she loses her nerve, Regina leans forward to press her lips to Emma's again, wanting to recreate the heady sensations from the couch.
Emma's center rushes at Regina's heavy words. Before anxiety about the situation can produce itself she is stifled by the mayor's full painted lips posted against her. Her hands lock themselves in a rather awkward position, as if submitting herself to the police, palms flat and hanging in the air momentarily. She allows her eyes to be the first function to give in as they shut heavy, her deep moan follows, heavy in its own presentation. Her fingers fall into her own palms, and finally, she lets her hands find the soft sides of the brunette's torso. The whole process a physical melting away of her insecurities. Her lips encase the mayor's bottom as another moan creeps into her throat, which coincides with her gently edging the mayor backwards until she can feel the back of her knees stop them against the bed.
The sensation of Emma's moan vibrating against her lips causes Regina to echo the sound. She willingly follows as Emma leads her toward what she assumes will be the bed, grateful for the grounding sensation of the woman's hands on her waist. She swipes her tongue across Emma's upper lip teasingly, fingers gliding up the blonde's arms to tangle in her long hair. She wonders what kind of lover Emma will be, hoping it won't take too long for her to find out. Without realizing it, the fingers of one hand tighten in the silky blonde tresses.
Emma grins wildly into Regina's mouth at the clear acceptance of her advances. She keeps one hand firmly on the mayor's hip while letting the other find the top of her own tight denim pants. It feels like a daunting labyrinth of a task before she finally feels the pants gather around her ankles. She kicks them off with surprising grace as she works her tongue over, around, and under the brunette's; a soft hum the background music to her exploration.
Moaning into the kiss, Regina clutches at the blonde's head, unwilling to let go of the origin of the incredible feelings coursing through her body. Her tongue languidly duels with Emma's, and she takes great delight in exploring that warm mouth. Curious when the blonde start to shift against her, Regina glides one hand down the other woman's spine to stroke tiny circles in the small of her back. Dipping slightly lower, she realizes that Emma no longer has any pants on. She pulls back from the kiss with an audible pop to rake her eyes down the blonde's body, grinning broadly at the sight of those long, pale legs. "Oh my, unwrapping the gift for your guest is a lovely gesture," she says, practically purring the words.
Emma can feel the second Regina takes note of her revealing act and, with her eyes still closed, she smiles at the words that seem to fill the air. She lets her fingers dance along the mayor's hips as she sways ever so slightly and opens her eyes. She whispers softly as she leans into the brunette's ear, "Hostess with the mostest." She nips playfully as the woman's lobe only once before pulling back and gently pushes the mayor to sit on the bed. "You know, it is rude to come uninvited to party...and empty handed no less." She bites her lip and lifts a brow as her tank top disappears over her head.
Gasping slightly as Emma's teeth graze her earlobe, Regina feels the lick of desire ooze down her spine to pool between her thighs. She falls onto the bed willingly, going limp as Emma pushes her, and gazes up at the disrobing blonde. "Far be it from me to be a bad guest," she replies and reaches up to unbutton her blouse. Each button poses its own little challenge, whether being resistant to opening or distracting her with the sensation of material against her bare skin. Eventually she gets each one opened and tugs the material down her arms to drop it on the floor. She glances up at Emma from beneath her lashes as she trails a nail across the edge of her lacy bra.
Emma watches each button open in turn, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin, each step causes her center to go up a series of degrees. Her eyes betray her as she follows the shirt onto the floor, glaring at it momentarily for ever existing, before lifting her head back up just as Regina's perfectly manicured nails graze teasingly. Emma has to pause and takes a series of deep breathes as she realizes she is head to head with what she has come to rely on as material for her own personal encounters. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth before filling the gap and letting her hips land on the top of the mayor's skirt as she kneels in between her thighs.
Cursing herself for the tightness of her favorite skirt, Regina squirms slightly in an attempt to get closer to the blonde between her legs. She leans in to nibble and suck at Emma's lower lip, eager to learn what sensations will cause the reactions she wants. One hand glides up a bare arm to stroke across Emma's collarbones and down to rest on her sternum. "So soft," she murmurs against the paler lips. "So warm. Like the finest silk."
Emma nips at Regina's lower lip as she whispers, "You have no idea, Madam Mayor." Emma smiles and lets her hands hastily reach behind her own back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor, before pushing a rough kiss up into the mayor's mouth. She suddenly realizes how urgently she craves the woman's touch and grabs for her wrists with a small grunt before bringing the brunette's hand to her own not-barren breasts. She smiles as the question of whether Regina even knows what to do with a woman skips through her mind.
Groaning softly into the kiss, Regina's fingers tighten around the soft mound under her hand, delighting in the press of a nipple against her skin. Without thought, her hand begins to circle slowly and she giggles as Emma's nipple tickles her palm. After a moment or two, she brings her other hand up to echo the process on Emma's other breast before dragging her nails down to trap both nipples between them lightly. "Such a giving hostess," she says. "How can I ever make up for crashing your little party?"
Emma moans as Regina's fingers graces her nipples on their own accord and she echoes the mayor's giggling softly as their mouths break. She keeps her voice as soft and sweet as the mood-inducing treats as she glides onto the bed beside Regina, careful to keep their bodies close, "You could start by taking these off, Madam Mayor." She lets her thumb run along the waistband of her boy shorts and darts an eyebrow upward.
Quirking a curious eyebrow at the blonde, Regina pushes at Emma's chest to send her backward on the bed before reaching down to tug at the last scrap of material obscuring her view of Emma's body. She gets to her feet as she drops the boy shorts on the floor, staring down at the woman on the bed. Without saying a word, she reaches behind her to undo the zipper on her skirt, letting it fall to the ground to reveal black lace panties and a garter belt holding her stockings up. She grins and licks her lips as she moves to stretch out next to Emma on the bed.
Emma can feel her mouth hang open in awe of the mayor's fluid removal of the last of her clothing and her own skirt; maybe the mayor knows more than she thought. Her eyes feel so wide, she can feel their need for moisture and blinks in rapid succession as her eyes slide over the brunette's full figure. "Holy fuck, Regina." Her next swallow is almost painful and comes right as she reaches her hand out to land on Regina's lace burdened hip, she hums as the warmth under her fingers makes a line to her center, causing her thighs to rub and clench in succession.
Regina feels the blush heating up her skin, despite the knowing chuckle bubbling past her lips. It has been longer than she cares to admit since a woman last shared her bed, and a part of her feels like a shy virgin once again. She knows how to seduce men, exact her pleasure from them. Women are an entirely different story, particularly this one. She leans in closer to press a nibbling kiss to Emma's lips, the movement brushing her satin-clad breasts against the blonde's. Her moan is not feigned, nor is the rush of heat between her legs. "I take it this meets your approval, oh hostess with the mostest?"
Approval is the most innocent word for Emma's current feelings towards the mayor. Her hand traces a line around the full circumference of Regina's black lace panties, and she can't help the laugh that comes when she realizes that a lot of the girls in her picture books wore quite the same garb. She praises whatever god may be at work for bringing this opportune night to her before realizing it was a pack of hoodlums. She smirks and shakes her head, refocusing on the brunette. Her hands work smoothly to drop the full set of lace down the woman's legs, bringing stockings and garters in tow. She subsequently kneels in front of the mayor, eye level with her teasingly spread center. Emma smiles, some kind of wide frat boy inspired grin, as her thumbs run circles on the woman's hip bones and she cocks an eyebrow up at the mayor. "Much better than the customary bottle of wine."
"I'll keep that in mind for future reference," Regina replies in a husky tone, shivering at the intensity of Emma's gaze on her nearly naked body. Without hesitating, she reaches up to remove the satin bra and tosses it over Emma's shoulder to land somewhere on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Smiling coyly, she stretches her body, back arching to thrust her chest up, and lets out a happy purr.
Emma's jaw clenches at the woman's obvious intentional display, she can feel the dull throb pulsing in her clit. She forces the mayor hard back onto the bed with a high note of frivolity as her knees find place on either side of the brunette, she surprises herself as she quickly positions the mayor's hands above her brunette locks on the bed, gripping her wrists in one hand, her other moves down to stroke every inch of Regina's chest save for the peaked nipples, which she avoids completely with a smirk. She poses her question with unsettling nonchalance, "How are you doing, Mills?"
Regina arches into Emma's touch, feeling a thrill of desire ooze down her spine at her trapped hands. Each stroke of Emma's fingers increases her arousal, and she swears she can actually feel the individual whorls of the blonde's fingerprints against her skin. "F-fine," she finally says, blinking at Emma owlishly. "You're leaving your prints all over me. Will I see them later?" She shifts to roll her hips up toward the blonde's in an attempt to get some contact.
Emma smiles down at the possessed mayor and shakes her head solemnly, none that will be visible. She leans over and presses her lips firmly onto Regina's, which draws a long guttural moan into their mouths as her eyes fall shut. A squeal from behind the curtain into her room causes Emma to almost shriek as she pulls back, releasing the woman's hands as she raises her own as if declaring her innocence.
Mary Margaret doesn't bother stifling her stream of giggles as her shaking profile is seen to both the aroused woman. Mary groans, "Oh, don't stop on my behalf! I'm cleaning!" Mary begins brushing her hands over the fabric as if helping AT ALL.
"Jesus Christ Mary!" Emma growls but can't even maintain true anger at her roommate as she sighs and looks back down at the mayor frantically.
Regina surrenders to the kiss, relishing the taste of milk, brownie, and Emma. She stiffens in surprise at Emma's sudden retreat, wondering what she's done to cause it. Then she hears Mary Margaret's voice and growls softly, eyes narrowing. The woman's giggling, combined with the frantic look in Emma's eyes, pushes at something deep in Regina's psyche. She reaches up to stroke Emma's cheek. "Get rid of your m- roommate, Emma dear," she says sweetly, but there is steel in her tone. "I don't do audience participation games."
Emma's eyes fall shut as they are lulled by the mayor's as she nods into her hand. She pounces smoothly off the bed and saunters over to the curtain. She waits until Mary's animated pantomime brings her face to the side of the curtain before dragging it open, holding it awkwardly so that neither her body or that of her bedmates can be in view.
Before she can speak, Mary quirks a brow and asks innocently, "Whatcha doin'?"
The teacher attempts to find a gap to get a better view, which fails but elicits a laughing groan from Emma before she widens her eyes and talks in a clearly audible frantic whisper, "I really have to have this talk with you? Right now?!"
Mary smiles wickedly and her tongue drags across her exposed teeth, her voice is full playful boom. "Nope! Tomorrow will be just fine!" She shoves her hand into the curtain, blindly attempting to wave at the mayor. "Have a great night, Regina, it was so lovely of you to COME by! I'm off to bed, to go directly to sleep without hearing anything through our incredibly thin, but beautiful walls. Don't be a stranger!"
Emma rolls her eyes as the teacher retracts her hand. Mary winks at the blonde before sloppily trudging into her own room and pulling the curtain closed with an over dramatic whip of the fabric. Emma shifts her weight nervously, which causes a reminder that her slick center is becoming increasingly colder.
Propriety and upbringing force Regina to call out, "Good night, Mary Margaret. Sleep like the dead!" She then mutters, "And if you don't, I'll smother you with a pillow before I leave." She takes a deep breath and shift up to her elbows to study Emma as she stands in the doorway. She can't help but lick her lips at the delectable sight before her, wanting nothing more than to nibble every square inch of skin that she can see, as well as everything she can't. "Unless you plan to have me up against the wall there, I'd suggest coming back over here, Ms. Swan."
Emma turns around from burning her eyes at the entrance to her roommate's curtain at Regina's final statement, letting the fabric fall back behind her. She takes a deep breath to settle herself as she crawls back up onto the bed, laying alongside the brunette and nipping playfully at her shoulder and her fingers dance across the soft of her stomach, "We will save the wall until next time." Assuming there is a next time, she reminds herself, but shakes the unwanted thought away as her hand grazes the brunette's nipples in turn for the first time. "Do remind me where we were, Madam Mayor."
