The rating has been changed to M because, well, you know.


Regina sat down on the bed and pulled Emma so she stood between her legs.

Emma pulled Regina's right hand up to her chest, just above her left breast and pushed it into her skin. "Can you feel that? Man, my heart is pounding."

"Regina mirrored Emma's motion, bringing her other hand up to her own chest. "Mine is too."

Emma's eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh, when does Henry come back?"

"He's sleeping over. The next 12 hours are ours."

Emma smiled at that. "Good," she said in a voice raspy with anticipation and mounting lust. "In that case, I plan to worship your body for the next 720 minutes."

Regina quirked an eyebrow.

"I'm good at math. That's one thing you don't know about me." Emma climbed up to straddle Regina's lap, planting a knee on either side of her hips. "Your turn. Tell me something I don't know," she whispered into her ear.

"I love to dance."

Emma pulled her face back to look at Regina. "Really? I love that. When and where does this dancing occur?"

"I like to go by myself, ideally where no one knows me. So sometimes I use magic to change my appearance and I'll go to the Rabbit Hole. I danced with you once."

"Are you serious? You danced with me as someone else? What did you look like?"

"I was taller—I had short black hair, dimples, and a little nose piercing."

"Holy shit. I remember you. We danced together for like an hour. You were incredible. I couldn't keep up with you."

Emma just looked at Regina, impressed and stunned. "Regina, I thought it was impossible for me to be more turned on than I was 60 seconds ago. But I was wrong. You are amazing," Emma said, shaking her head.

Emma sucked in a breath and looped her arms around Regina's shoulders, bringing their chests together. Emma tilted her head and began kissing the spot under Regina's ear, which was the softest skin she'd ever felt, she thought. She slid her tongue along the column of Regina's throat and hummed against her. She dipped her head lower and began peppering kisses at the swell of her right breast, cupping beneath her left with her other hand reverently. "I've dreamt of doing this so many times, but it feels so much better in reality," Emma mumbled against her skin.

"Show me," Regina said.

Emma gazed up at her and then back to her breast, latching her lips to a nipple, lick over it, around, then sucking slowly, feeling the vibration of Regina's moans in her chest before she heard them. Emma switched breasts, repeating the actions, adding her teeth, squeezing the other nipple with her fingertips. Emma noticed that Regina had begun circling her hips, looking for some friction, looking for an anchor, looking for a landing place for the swarming hunger that was rooting there. But Emma wasn't ready for this to be about chasing an orgasm.

She climbed off Regina's lap and kneeled between Regina's legs, smoothing them with her hands. She began a pattern of feeling a patch of skin—under her ribs, on her stomach, under her belly button—and following her fingers with her lips, like she was blindly mapping out Regina's body. Emma picked up a foot, stretching Regina's leg out straight and kissing from the inside of her ankle up to her knee and then her inner thigh.

Regina traded gravelly sighs and hums and moans of approval and appreciation, but she could only watch and enjoy the blonde's leisurely appreciation of her body. The scent of Regina's arousal had been growing stronger, daring Emma to put her mouth on her. Emma chanced a look up at the brunette's face, into brown hooded eyes. "Emma, I need you. I need you inside me."

Without a word, Emma quickly made her way back up to Regina's core, opening her with her fingers and ghosting a kiss on her clit. As she ran her tongue around it, her mind seemed to finally register what she was doing, and she smiled against her. She slid a finger inside her, and when it went in and out a few times with ease, Emma pushed another finger in, wrapping her lips around Regina's clit and sucking gently at first.

As walls began to tighten and close and her legs began to tighten around Emma's head, she sucked harder. When Regina's orgasm began to grip her abdomen, Emma's eyes shot up. She watched Regina's head drop back, thrusting forth her graceful neck and those beautiful breasts. Emma took in the tummy as it tightened, the hands as they clenched the sheets, and the parted lips, which gave way to a secret little smile when her body began to relax. "Em-ma, come here," she said, luxuriating in each syllable.

Emma placed another kiss to Regina's sex and stood, climbing up on the bed and moving Regina more to the middle. Regina let out a deep chuckle.

"What?" Emma said.

"All that was in your dream, huh?"

"Oh yes, and much more." Emma pulled Regina into her arms, letting her head settle just above her breast.

"No resting. It is so my turn," Regina said.

"Not yet, just stay with me here a minute. I can't believe how sexy you are."

"You can't believe it? Should I be offended?"

"No, I mean of course I've always known how beautiful and strong and sophisticated you are, but seeing you like this… It's so much more than just beauty. You're just effortlessly sexy in everything you do, they way you move—apparently the way you dance—the way you talk, the way you say my name when you're not trying to kill me. It makes me want to make love to you all night."

"Well, I may not be as good at math as you, but according to my calculations, you have 682 minutes do just that."