Allowing man instead of magical power to fix the car wash meant work progressed at a glacial pace and it still wasn't operational by the following weekend. Additionally, Storybrooke had experienced a thunderstorm during the week, so Regina knew Emma and her bug would make an appearance at the mansion that Sunday. Undoubtedly, they were calling each other's bluff. The excitement of the tease Emma had provided suppressed the anxiety she'd felt in recent weeks. Regina knew it was a game, one in which she was more than willing to participate.
Emma, however, was of the mindset that it was time for audience participation and she arrived by mid-morning to elongate the performance. Regina was in the laundry room when the bug's engine halted. Consequently, she was unaware of Emma's presence until she peered out of the bedroom window, while putting clothes away, and saw the bug, unattended, in her driveway. Regina wasn't discreet as she searched for Emma and felt a inquisitive frown contort her features. Curiosity was about to drive her outside when Regina felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Her expression changed to profound confusion, before turning into a slight smile as she read the received text.
Looking for something?
Regina considered her response carefully before typing.
Someone.
Oh? Is that so. Hmm. You might need to look a little harder.
Emma watched Regina search again for her as she remained out of sight behind a tree that had a direct view into Regina's bedroom window. Yes, she had brought binoculars to see the Mayor's expression change as their text conversation progressed. No, she did not care what kind of intrusion that might be construed as. It was nothing compared to the line Regina had crossed. She relished in seeing Regina peek out hopefully, knowing that a glimpse of her was all that she wanted.
It's rude to come over and then hide, Miss Swan.
Don't Miss Swan me. We're definitely past that now. And I'm not hiding, I'm just making you work a little harder for the show today.
Show? You think you're something I would pay to see?
I think if I put a jar out in front of my bug, you'd contribute.
You dramatically overestimate your value.
Oh really? You wouldn't part with a few dollars to see me grab that hose? To hold it firmly, to control it. Release the pressure built up inside of it at my discretion?
Regina felt flustered. She felt exposed. She knew she was being watched. She was no longer the one in control. Instinctively, Regina went to move from the window, to protect herself from demonstrating that Emma Swan caused her body to do unspeakable things.
Do not leave. If you do, you won't see my arms exposed, flexing as they move back and forth like last week, ever again.
Regina quivered. The implications.
I see.
Regina faltered, she needed a few seconds to decide whether denial or submission would be in her best interest. During her observed internal struggle, Emma felt relief, satisfaction, and excitement. She was ready for anything that came next. Finally, through banter, there was an honesty in their dialogue. Eventually, after Regina found resolve, she typed. Emma beamed and let out a relaxing breath when she read the words.
In that case, EMMA, are you just going to tease me or show me something?
What is your impatience desiring?
I'd rather enjoy some water. I'm feeling parched.
You know, Regina, there are other ways to get me wet.
Do tell me more. I'm intrigued.
It all starts with sufficient preparation.
And what else would you need? Haven't I provided enough?
I could always use a hand.
You'd have to do something exceptional for me to give you a finger, let alone a hand.
Well, do tell Madame Mayor, what does a girl have to do to get to that level in this game?
If our game is too challenging, you can return home if you'd prefer.
I like to play.
Yes, well, be warned. I like to break the rules.
Then we may need to take precautions. A safe word, maybe.
What did you have in mind that would require such conditions?
I like to receive as generously as I give. I sense you need quite a pounding.
Regina felt her entire body tremble. She hadn't imagined Emma ever saying these things to her. Despite the show last week, she concluded that Emma was teasing her as punishment, not as an actual warm-up act. Regina wished this had been last week, knowing how ready she'd been, how on fire her nerves were. Staring at her phone, Regina was finally lost for words. She didn't want to continue with this playful banter exchange. What she desperately wanted was to grab Emma and push herself against her beautiful toned body. Then, Regina sensed a presence. She stilled, allowing it to inch closer until she felt breath on the back of her neck.
Emma couldn't tolerate the distance between them any longer and had moved before she sent the last text. She sprinted to the back door and, with glee, found it unlocked. Taking a single breath to prepare herself, Emma pushed the door open and ascended the staircase. She knew the move was bold, with potential outcomes possible at either end of the spectrum. Rejection and elation were equally probable. Trepidation filled the blonde when she approached the bedroom's threshold. Then, she saw Regina's profile, she watched it still as she walked toward it, stopping when only an inch separated their bodies.
They didn't touch but could still feel each other. Each time Emma exhaled, Regina's heart beat faster, quickening to a thundering pace in less than a minute. Uncertainty, though, crept into Emma's mindset. She'd expected Regina to turn around, to take her, to have what she desired and what Emma wanted to give. Instead, Regina seemed to become rigid, prompting Emma to recede.
Regina concentrated on Emma's breath, the heat she was starting to adjust to, to enjoy. Thoughts of appropriateness ran through her mind. How would this change things? Would Henry's life be negatively affected? Could she casually have Emma, or was this a step towards a relationship? Then the breath was gone. Emma started to move back, and that's when Regina knew her desire needed this to happen. It had consumed weeks of her life. She'd achieved little else as she thought of entwining her body with Emma's. Instinctively, her hand reached back and grabbed Emma's wrist, halting her retreat.
Several seconds passed. Neither spoke. Neither moved. Both reconsidered the implications. Both dismissed the potential negative fallout. Regina turned as Emma retracted her retreating step. They stared into each other's eyes, searching for both permission and certainty. It was given and discovered in equal measure. As if they were part of a choreographed dance, they both lowered their eyes to stare at the lips in front of them. Regina couldn't control the way her tongue touched hers, wetting them ever so slightly as she gazed at Emma's. The blonde smiled for a millisecond at this action before she started to close her eyes, anticipation flooding her. Equally, Regina was ready and leaned forward into Emma before also removing vision from her senses to let touch dominate everything she would feel.
Both women felt a rush of air over their lips as they parted, taking one last, steadying breath. Emma placed her hands on Regina's waist, while the Mayor sought a more intimate physical connection that could control the imminent kiss by softly running her fingers through Emma's hair, before resting them on the back of her head. Neither sought dominance by pulling the other closer. Emma used her contact for balance, while Regina merely coaxed Emma's head to the right slightly as they finally connected. Each perceived hesitation behind the soft, yet gentle nature of how it felt when they finally made their connection. It was as though they each needed a minute to compose themselves after feeling the electricity that rushed through their synapses before they could move, deepen the sensation, and explore one another.
Tenderness initially dictated the pace of progression. Each coaxed the pair of lips they were touching, seeking familiarity and permission to have them parted further with a searching, needy tongue. Widening slightly, they allowed the tips of their tongues to fuse, to taste, to linger. It was subtle how the faint flavor of apple from Emma blended with the sweet-salty concoction from Regina into one enticing infused flavor. Yet, it ignited the most uncontrollable fire. Hunger, craving, and necessity overtook the pair. Their movements were no longer delicate and controlled, they were rapid, intense, and forceful.
Regina pulled Emma's head closer as her growing desperation to feel more of the Sheriff caused her left hand to seek the small of her back. Reflexively, Emma's hands traveled to Regina's spine, where light stroking was quickly replaced by a touch with elevated intensity. Neither could process everything that was being fired through their brains. Impatience grew exponentially with the desire to traverse every inch of the other's body. To find what would make the other quiver, experience elation, and forget everything but the one who was touching them.
Regina's appetite to control the kiss outweighed that of Emma's. It was her tongue that fully entered the desired mouth first. She controlled how their muscles interacted, how much of Emma's taste buds she caressed, the force applied, the angle at which they met. Emma pushed back and immediately Regina relinquished power, adjusting quickly to Emma's preferred rhythms. They pulled one another closer, only breaking their dance for breath. Regina seized this opportunity to take Emma's upper lip between her teeth and gave it a delightful pull. Emma cried in delight.
Abruptly, Emma broke free from Regina's hold and sucked her neck as she forced them to walk backward until Regina's back collided hard with the wall. The brunette winced slightly, but any pain she felt was voided as her attention was diverted to her core which had just been teased with a thrust from Emma's knee, which remained in between her legs against the surface. Emma's hands moved to grip Regina's wrists, pressing them against the wall as her mouth explored Regina's neck, jaw and, earlobe before initiating another long, deep kiss. Regina was startled into submission. The want, the craving, the need, it was all mutual. Focusing, she worked with Emma to create a passionate kiss while she sought friction from Emma's knee, receiving a touch to an area that had been expectant, yet neglected for weeks.
Feeling confidence from Regina's actions, Emma broke their kiss and they looked intensely at each other. Their eyes remained interlocked as Emma released the Mayor's wrists and a silent conversation began. Their stare continued as both women maneuvered their dominant hand to the top of the other's jeans. They were desperate to know if the other was as ready to progress as they were. In near synchronized fashion, the buttons were undone, the zippers lowered. All that could be heard was the slight panting each was using to breathe. Emma froze as Regina's fingers lingered over the waistband of her underwear. Her digits were gentle, light, and imagining what those touches would feel like as they traveled further under the garment made Emma shudder. Each took a long blink, ending their wordless exchange with permission to proceed universally understood.
Regina closed her eyes before moving to lick the entirety of Emma's neck, using this calmer moment to finally really taste the Savior's skin. Emma tilted her head, offering more for the Mayor to devour as her fingers twisted, so the tips touched the delicate olive flesh that had been covered by a pair of black panties. Regina moaned, and her hips pushed into Emma as her fingers investigated what lay below red lace knickers. Unlike Regina, Emma had dressed for the occasion, a detail that caused Regina to smile before her attention refocused on Emma's delectable skin. Regina proceeded to flirt with the tip of her tongue circling the outskirts of Emma's ear but never entering. Simultaneously, her fingers teased south, feeling the warmth before she felt the juices Emma had created from her arousal. Regina easily coated her fingers without needing to penetrate. She toyed with Emma's folds, grazing them before delivering the lightest of touches to her sensitive bundle while she concurrently plunged her tongue into the Sheriff's ear.
Emma shook. Her hips buckled. Her mouth released a cry of pleasure. Her motions of reciprocation had ceased. It had been years since she felt the delicate caress of another. Endless months had passed since she'd started hoping that Regina would be the one making her tremble with movements akin to the ones she was currently providing. Another minute was too long for Emma to explore and learn if Regina's readiness equaled hers.
The blonde focused on her stilled fingers, which began to travel downward until Emma's palm rested on Regina's flat, smooth stomach. The action smashed their bodies together in an almost cumbersome connection, not that either noticed or cared. Like Emma, Regina longed for this and didn't want other sensations or thoughts to divert her attention from experiencing Emma discovering her folds, her wetness, her formidable desire for Emma to be inside her. Therefore, Regina rested her head on the neck she had been attacking, quietened her exploring digits, parted her legs further, and waited.
Measured, meticulous, and methodical was Emma's approach. With a near reprehensible pace, her palm finally rested on a neat array of hair as her middle finger drew inward while carefully swiping Regina's entire entrance. Regina whimpered, and her body contracted as the cool delicate touch of Emma's finger came to and started stimulating her clit. Another finger was added to this circular motion that had developed.
Emma stumbled forward, her spare hand reaching for the wall to balance, an action that inadvertently made Regina grab Emma's back and bring her other hand to life once more. Emma leaned back to initiate an awkward kiss while Regina was equilibrating to the positional adjustment. It wasn't controlled. It was messy, tongues and teeth clattering, the rhythm was constantly changing as their minds concentrated on their hands and the sensations they felt between their legs. Their mouths only broke from each other when the need for air became a necessity. They could each hear each other gasp and moan while they focused on bringing the other to the precipice of ecstasy. Eyes were never opened. No words were said. All communication was contained to the physical.
Once again, Regina was the first to enter Emma. She coated her middle finger in Emma's essence, extended her finger, then gently guided it inside. She felt Emma's warmth, the lack of resistance, and her shudder when the heel of her hand connected with her sensitive collection of nerves. It was evident this was where Emma needed to be touched, where the Queen should focus her attention. If her mouth weren't occupied, she would've smirked at the notion. Like her, Emma was more about external stimulation.
Mimicking, Emma let her fingers dance before she penetrated with a single digit, finally feeling the inside of Regina. Moving her finger smoothly in and out brought Emma such a pleasurable sensation she could barely focus on what was being reciprocated. While continuing to tease with her index finger, Emma shifted her wrist so she could stimulate Regina's hooded nerves with her thumb. Emma stroked Regina's clit and noticed the movements inside her underwear paused as Regina bit her lip to quell a moan as her mind fixated on what was being done to her. Relishing how she was making Regina feel, Emma extracted and reentered with two fingers, appreciating little resistance and found the raised flesh she had sought. She began moving them in and out, curling her fingers with every pull, energizing the internal sensitive area as she continued raking her thumb over Regina's external nerves. She wanted desperately to have more. To feel Regina's flesh and weight against hers, and it frustrated her that the confines of clothing and standing were preventing her this opportunity. Not that such thoughts persisted long.
Regina mentally recovered enough to reciprocate. She extracted her soaked digit from within and, using her thumb, shared the natural lubrication with her index finger before they traveled forward and settled where Emma commanded attention. Regina worked expertly to confuse and distract Emma, changing sensations and pressures on her ever increasingly sensitive area. Like she had done to herself, Regina concentrated on using her index and middle finger to explore what would make the Sheriff quiver, buckle from pleasure, and recoil when it caused an explosion of electricity to course through her.
Simultaneously, Emma was striving to give Regina the release she needed. As her fingers worked, her thumb could only clumsily connect with Regina's clit as she dragged her fingers every time she pulled them slightly out. The effect produced a far superior reaction than Emma could ever have desired for her efforts. Regina's body craved this, craved Emma inside, craved Emma touching her in unpredictable ways. Both were desperate, both feeling incredible as they alternated between concentrating on pleasuring or experiencing what the other was doing to them. Their kiss ended, and they rested into each other's necks, with sweat forming a barrier between flesh. Regina didn't notice that her back was being banged against the wall, creating a drumbeat to their actions. A beat that began to increase in pace. The accompanying melody was created with ragged breathing, groaning, and nearly stifled cries.
Emma felt Regina's muscles start to constrict and knew she was nearer an elated release than she was. Regina realized this too and was determined that they would come together and focused on Emma, stifling her peak as best she could. She gave Emma everything she had in this configuration: flicks, pressure, swirls, nail dragging. Emma was now where she was. Her body was also ready to explode. If Regina needed any reassurance, it came when Emma increased her already relentless pace and roughness. Their mindsets were synchronized.
Furiously they focused on each other not on their own liberation, knowing it would imminently arrive. Emma felt Regina shudder during the last penetration and knew one final thrust with sustained pressure to her bud would provide the orgasm she was trying to give. Likewise, Regina felt Emma's loss of balance and instinctive flinch at her touch. The precipice had been reached, the zenith was agonizingly close. Emma thrust her hips into Regina, trying to find that elusive contact that would, for a few seconds, render her immobile. Regina too sought to intensify everything Emma was giving and pushed back. It had been enough for both to experience the elusive euphoria they required.
They cried each other's names as they felt waves of ecstasy ripple through them. It was difficult to breathe, impossible to move. Emma felt Regina's core constrict and spasm around her fingers while her orgasm shuddered through her, releasing the evidence into her underwear. Emma was able to, though not expertly, guide Regina through her orgasm as Regina worked with deft fingers to coast her gently through hers, elongating the elation before replacing it with a comforting touch.
Regina's forehead rested on Emma's shoulder as her heart rate normalized and her breathing began to calm. Her motions had stilled after recognizing Emma's hypersensitivity. Like her, she concluded Emma didn't need an immediate second orgasm to feel satiated. However, she left her hand close, inside the Savior's underwear. Desperate to confirm Emma had experienced the same intensity that she had, Regina moved her fingertips to Emma's opening, assessing the increase in wetness she found. The broadest possible grin created Regina's facial expression when she discovered her tips were easily coated. She had been correct, she had satisfied.
Emma remained leaning against the Mayor's body, her forehead pressed against the wall, chin on Regina's shoulder as she recovered from exertion. Although it wasn't a perfect, nor comfortable connection, she relished in how their breathing had harmonized, how their breasts heaved together as their lungs expanded. She too had ceased her movements after the orgasms had rolled through their systems. Slowly, she extracted her fingers, before swiftly removing her hand from inside the cotton garment. Regina followed the withdrawal process after her discovery was complete. Emma rolled back on her heels, and they once again stared intensely into the eyes of the other, searching for an indication as to how to proceed. Their eyes flickered, left to right, analyzing the other, unsure on the best move, quelling their natural instincts to reconnect, in search of the correct action.
Regina broke first, her willpower depleted, for she had to taste what she had fantasized about for the last few weeks. With an agonizing pace, she lifted her right hand to her mouth, before her tongue tantalizingly appeared and began to lightly lick off the essence she had elicited from Emma Swan. In return, the blonde lost her balance slightly as she focused on the pleasure and devilishness Regina was displaying during this experience. She wanted to kiss Regina, to taste herself and Regina at the same time, yet resisted. Her wet fingers flinched as if her brain was offering a solution. Mirroring the Mayor's actions, Emma's mind jolted from the flavor. Staring at Regina, she didn't hesitate in providing a crass innuendo by moving her fingers in and out of her mouth as she cleaned them. She watched Regina's eyes sparkle at the memory of the action and how she had come, unreservedly, to Emma's command.
The dance lasted until they were both relatively clean and the standoff staring duel recommenced. A calmness engulfed Regina before a sense of disappointment followed. Yes, she had had Emma Swan, and yes, it was satisfying. However, she hadn't had her the way she wanted. She hadn't explored, hadn't taken her time. She hadn't really discovered what made Emma tick, what made Emma moan without hesitation, or what made Emma unique. What she had done was what she would do to a stranger, the kind of sexual experience youth might encounter in a nightclub bathroom. It wasn't what she had wanted. Her mind equated it to longing for a steak for months, only to end up eating a roast beef sandwich; indeed, she wasn't hungry anymore, but she wasn't exactly satisfied either. She searched Emma's scintillating eyes for an indication that she felt the same, only to be startled as the blonde articulated her sentiments precisely.
"That wasn't quite how I imagined that would go," Emma threw out as she finally ended thier eye contact and turned toward the bathroom to wash her hands.
"No, me neither," Regina said with a hidden smirk, silently recalling the extravagant evening she'd experienced. Regina couldn't refrain from quickly admiring Emma's ass, which was perfectly shaped in her tight jeans, before the blonde disappeared into the bathroom. Berating herself for having not undressed Emma, Regina wordlessly implored to the heavens that the opportunity to do so would present itself in the future. In the very near future. Cautiously, she followed Emma, approaching the second sink in her master bath gradually, only glimpsing at Emma from the corner of her eye as she too began cleansing herself. She hadn't processed the intent demonstrated in Emma's words.
Emma, however, had heard, analyzed, and understood everything Regina's reply had conveyed. Consequently, the wry smile dominating Emma's features couldn't be suppressed as she considered Regina's words and wondered how much thought the Mayor had put into their sexual connection. Watching Regina through a mirrored reflection, Emma noticed how frustrated she remained. Their brief moment may have been, in a sense, satisfying, but it wasn't enough. The need to elongate their time together was mutual, and Emma knew if she traversed the next few sentences correctly, the probability of lying naked with Regina Mills was astronomically high.
"Well, we will just have to do it again so that we meet our preconceptions," Emma offered dryly, her expression plain, void of emotion or insinuation. For just over a second, Regina stilled. She stared at her hands, her words lost. She couldn't look at Emma for clarification, not that any was needed. Emma had been clear. Her intentions evident. There was no game. No confusion. They had both wanted this, and they both wanted more. Regina rinsed her hands, turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and while drying them decided to be as honest with Emma Swan as she could possibly be.
"If we were to meet my preconceptions, I believe that it would require you to spend the night," Regina proffered, now looking at herself in the mirror to ensure her expression displayed none of the sexual desire she felt. The nature of the conversation demanded it to be so. She knew her brutal honesty had thrown Emma. Regina could see Emma's face contort as she thought of a reply, yet offered no assistance. Instead, she unassumingly fixed her hair, tucking it behind her ear before Emma turned and stared. She too was evidently a little taken aback and needed a composing moment before replying.
"Yes. I too had imagined this would take hours. It's why I came early."
"Oh?" Regina said, her eyes widening while trying to conceal her mounting excitement. Emma was actually here, saying these things. She couldn't articulate more or even reply with a vulgar comment about how she came precisely when she commanded her to.
"Hmm. Yes. What we just did, that was a little more aggressive than what I thought we might get up to this afternoon." Emma saw what her words were doing to Regina. The way her body was clenching, the way she was confused, thrilled, trepidatious, emotional, unrestrained, and speechless simultaneously. Emma thought Regina's ignorance was adorable.
"You certainly dressed for the occasion," Regina observed while motioning toward Emma's crotch. Her eyes then shifted to Emma's breasts as she asked, "Does it match?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would, actually. I'm very curious to know the extent to which you had planned the seduction of me."
"I didn't come here to seduce you," Emma said, feeling affronted and needing to defend her honor. Her actions had been nothing compared to the weeks of objectification that she had been subjected to.
"Really? Then tell me, what were your intentions?"
Regina noticed that she had regained the upper hand, seeing Emma a little vulnerable as she jumbled "ums" and "wells". Eventually, she stammered out a coherent sentence. "I know, it seems like this was just physical. It certainly wasn't romantic what we just did-"
"You want this to be romantic?" Regina interrupted, astounded. Her mind had accepted that Emma was interested in them satisfying each other sexually, but had Emma's projections of their relationship included the things she had considered? Events that would intertwine their days. Dating. Hand holding. Intimate family dinners. Walks in the woods. The prospect flooded Regina's heart with a comforting warmth.
"I, um, I… no," Emma said backtracking. She didn't want to scare Regina, to say too much and compromise anything that might develop.
"No?" Regina asked, her tone laced with a disappointment that she failed to hide. They looked at each other, silently. Neither wanted to show that their feelings had evolved to include not only the sensual but the domestic aspects of a relationship. There was uncertainty, fear of breaking what had yet to be made, panic at expressing a glimpse of the truth that resided in their hearts.
"No. Not romantic," Emma clarified, seeking a path away from the increasingly emotional intensity of the conversation. "I thought we would take things just a little slower. I had imagined, perhaps, doing a little more exploring." As she spoke, Emma's eyes scanned Regina, making it clear that she was mentally undressing her in the process. This, combined with the insinuating delivery of Emma's words, had the desired effect. Regina recognized the retreat and what was being offered in return for restoring a flirtatious, seductive banter.
Regina's eyes softened, giving Emma a once over before replying, suggestively, "And how would that exploration go? Where would you start, Miss Swan?"
"Well, Madame Mayor, firstly, I'd want you in there," Emma said bluntly, her head nodding in the direction of the bedroom. Suddenly, she grabbed Regina's right hand and maneuvered her to the desired spot. At the touch, electricity coursed through them and Regina didn't hesitate in allowing Emma to drag her wherever she wanted. She stood next to the bed a little perplexed, while Emma took a step back and admired her. Regina wished now that she had anticipated this, that she had put effort to her appearance to reciprocate Emma's preparations. Such thoughts, however, were wasted energy. Regina was utterly unaware that Emma was actively thinking that she was perfect just as she was.
Emma took an exaggerated breath while looking at Regina. "I think I'd start with a slower, softer kiss. The few we just had became too forceful too fast. So, something more like this is what I had in mind." Emma closed the gap between them and placed one hand on the back of Regina's head, her fingers entwining with the dark brown hair, while the other hand found the small of Regina's back to guide her nearer.
Gracefully, Emma brought their lips together, allowing them to meld gently before using her tongue to trace every contour of Regina's lips. She paused before she got to where the scar resided. Emma had fantasized about touching it, with her lips, tongue, and fingers. She wanted to savor the experience this time, to turn every aspect of the moment into a memory that could never be forgotten. Tenderly, Emma grazed the tip of her tongue over the indent before kissing the area lightly.
Regina was overwhelmed by Emma's confidence, approach, and softness. The kiss had already started before her brain ordered her hands to be placed on Emma's back. Her surprise meant it was easy to surrender control. Regina didn't seek dominance, she was relishing being the one who was worshiped. Emma kept the kiss gentle, almost loving in nature, as their lips naturally parted. Emma sought entry and carefully worked her tongue against Regina's. Continuing in the same vein, Regina relished Emma's style, appreciating the deliberate way the interaction deepened, yet never quickened.
Emma broke their kiss long before Regina was ready for her to do so. The loss of sensation made her internally whimper, causing a hitch in her breath that Emma detected. Emma watched Regina, knowing her lack of movement was infuriating and equally arousing. Anticipation was vital, and Emma planned to use this tool to give them both exactly what they wanted. It was a subconscious movement when Regina licked her lips, staring at Emma while wondering what her exploration might involve next. Apple. Apple is what Regina tasted. It confused the Mayor, and she touched her lips and tilted her head to the side to ask the question.
"It reminds me of you," Emma explained, with a shrug and a dismissive smile. Confusing and conflicting emotions of love and craving cascaded through Regina's thoughts which instinctively made her move toward Emma. She wanted to express the passion that had just made her heart leap. "I thought we were acting out my desires?" Emma asserted, resisting Regina's advances.
"Quite right," Regina conceded, as she inched away. "What was next in your mind's eye, after kissing me?"
"Well, that was just the lips. Now I want to kiss your neck while my hands start to explore every inch of your body." Every word dripped with seduction.
"And what would you like me to do in return as this plays out?" It may have primarily been a flirtatious retort, and it was delivered as such, but Regina was genuinely curious as to how her role should proceed.
"Feel free to explore me a little while moaning to indicate what's good and brings you pleasure." Regina's eyes brightened further, and it took immense self-control to not reach for Emma. Instead, she played the game by offering her neck and closing her eyes as her breathing became uneven. Regina's fingers traced Emma's sides while she anticipated being touched, held, taken by the blonde.
The feel of Emma, the real one and not the figment of her imagination, pulling, biting, and licking her pulsating flesh was indefinable. As good as Regina's creativity had been, this superseded anything she could have mentally concocted. Emma was relishing discovering Regina in this intimate way as she traversed her neckline. Quickly, Emma deduced that Regina liked it a little rough. Nips with her teeth that made her skin almost bleed were met with greater reaction than sucking and massaging with her tongue. Initially, she assumed this was a response to pain. However, Regina leaned into it rather than flinching, making it known she relished it.
"I'd like to remove your shirt now," Emma said as her hands traveled up inside it, her fingers starting to move back and forth over the olive-skinned, quivering abdomen. Emma's eyes burrowed into Regina's, seeking permission. They may have given each other an orgasm, but this was delving into an increased level of intimacy, this was Regina really giving herself to the blonde. Regina started to remove Emma's white tank top in reply.
"I think I should get something to look at too," Regina drawled. Emma complied readily and raised her hands as the brunette pulled the thin garment over Emma's head. Emma understood that Regina needed a moment to process as she absorbed the red lace bra that matched the panties she had felt earlier. Regina marveled at the skin she could see, the toned muscles, the definition of the abs that Emma evidently worked hard to maintain. Her lean figure was even more desirable than Regina had imagined. Emma purposefully took deeper breaths to enhance the Mayor's appetite. She was aroused by the thirst Regina was exhibiting for her.
"My turn," Emma whispered into Regina's ear as she leaned in, yet never touching, intentionally tormenting the brunette whose impatience was becoming palpable.
"I wasn't expecting this to happen today. I'm afraid I haven't prepared as well as you have." Vulnerability. That was what she was demonstrating to Emma. It wasn't the confident Evil Queen Emma had known before. This was a conflicted, exposed woman, exploring an unknown path. She cared. "I had something in red in mind, for you," Regina offered, hoping it would be enough.
"Although that does sound appealing, it doesn't matter. It won't be on long anyway," Emma threw back trying to reassure the brunette, as she began to tug at the bottom of Regina's shirt indicating her desire to have it gone. Regina assisted like Emma had, by raising her arms and Emma's reaction to the revealed body was comparable. She forgot to breathe as her eyes danced over the smooth skin she was about to devour. Emma was sizing up her opponent and threw Regina's shirt to the side.
"I'd like to lie you on the bed now before I start to enjoy and torment every inch of your skin. I have no desire to miss even a single spot. Again, please perform whatever actions and make whatever sounds that feel natural and ask for more of something if you like it. The goal here is for you to scream my name as unspeakable pleasure explodes through your entire body."
Emma didn't wait for the reply that Regina was struggling to form before initiating a deep, lustful kiss, and walking forward. When Regina's legs hit the side of the bed, she attempted to stay upright, not wanting to break the kiss, nor relinquish her tight grasp of Emma's back. She was finally touching the blonde's skin, feeling its heat, its texture, its subtleties. Regina eagerness for more was uncontainable, and her hands moved up Emma's back, reaching for the bra clasp. Before she could release it she was lightly pushed onto the bed, their connection broken.
"I set the pace," Emma affirmed, indicating Regina should move further onto the bed. Emma then used the hair tie on her wrist to pull her long blonde locks out of the way. Both understood the implications and practicality of this action.
"I could use magic and you'd be naked in a second," Regina replied, gazing up at Emma after repositioning, feeling her arousal mounting in her underwear.
"But you won't. However," Emma began lazily as she mounted Regina, purposefully and aggressively bringing each other friction to their cores as their jeans rubbed together, "Your pleasure is my desire. I did tell you that these wouldn't be on long," she added indicating their visible underwear.
Regina held Emma's hips as she raised herself to a sitting position before reaching behind to unclasp Emma's bra as the blonde mirrored the action. Emma let Regina be the first to guide the straps down her toned arms and felt more emotional than she expected at the care Regina took to freeing her body of the garment. It was slow and deliberate, as if she was trying to remember everything about the first time she would see Emma this way.
Emma was beautiful, more glorious than Regina had envisioned. The reality that this was happening, that it wasn't some cruel joke, overcame her briefly before she tossed the bra toward the discarded top. Regina didn't wait for Emma to fully free her, she acted quickly using her hands to have the tactile experience, to feel something she had longed for. Emma lost focus of her task momentarily as she rocked backward, arching to offer her chest willingly to her lover. Regina could not be stopped now. Her mouth latched onto the right nipple as she used her right hand to tease and taunt the left simultaneously. She heard Emma moan and felt her grind hips into her, showing that the Mayor's tongue was working its magic expertly.
"No," Emma cried suddenly while placing her hands on the brunette shoulders to push Regina off her.
"You want me to stop? You don't want this?" Regina asked, her anxiety prominent, her confusion intense.
"Yes. You'll get your turn," Emma assured, breathlessly, as she took Regina's black synthetic bra from the middle and pulled it toward her, slipping it off Regina's arms swiftly. It too was thrown onto the now messy floor, forgotten. The action discombobulated Regina, and she almost missed the admiration Emma had for what her chest offered. Emma's eyes were wide, slightly dilated. Fleetingly, Regina wondered what Emma had anticipated and how she had clearly superseded every iteration of that expectation.
Emma remained unexpectedly reserved and loving. She stared into Regina's eyes, smiling. She tucked the hair behind Regina's left ear before whispering into it, "I'm going to have my way with you now. I'm going to take my time and make you wish I'll relieve your burning desire long before I do. I will bring you frustration. I will bring you pain. I will bring you pleasure. I want to taste everything. Your lips, your mouth, your breasts, your very essence from where it is made. I want it all. If you have a problem with that, I suggest you tell me now because I don't intend on being able to talk for a while."
Emma didn't need a verbal response, not that Regina was capable of giving her one. She felt the acceptance of these terms from Regina's trembles below her, her breath quickening, her hand rubbing up and down her back in an act demonstrating trust.
"And then I'll let you do whatever you want to me afterward," Emma muttered before she stuck her tongue into Regina's ear. Her left hand remained supporting Regina's head as her right traced down her spine. Slow and agonizing, Emma's fantasy had been incredibly similar to hers, Regina mused.
Emma's tongue was already testing Regina's ability to handle frustration. Her imagination couldn't help but place these swirls on a very different area of her body, and her hips did what they could to encourage the woman sitting atop of it to at least move a little to bring some relief. Regina needed to calm down, Emma had barely begun. She couldn't resist grabbing Emma's ass and pulling on it to thrust themselves together. Both groaned favorably.
After a moment to recover, Emma regained control, laid Regina back down, placed herself on top of the brunette's body, and latched onto her neck. Both felt energy soar through them as Emma's breasts grazed Regina's before they molded into one. Regina's fingers were sweeping across Emma's back, but they instinctively traveled down, along Emma's ribcage until those delicate touches were stroking the sides of their squashed, connected flesh. Meanwhile, Emma was relentless in gently caressing Regina's skin, then breaking the serenity with a nibble followed by a pacifying lick. Once Regina's hands had traversed to their destination, however, Emma paused for a second to allow time to memorize the sensation.
Although Emma wasn't ready to leave Regina's neckline, which she was marking as conquered territory, she knew they both wanted more than they were receiving. Consequently, she maneuvered her knees so that they now straddled Regina's left leg. The brunette was quicker than Emma to react to this change and immediately raised her leg, thrusting her knee into Emma, to give contact where she wanted it most, in the hope the blonde would reciprocate.
The rigorousness of Regina's offering jolted Emma into a hypersensitive state that made her acutely aware as to the extent of her arousal. The entirety of her lower body had seized slightly at the contact. She knew Regina needed the same; it would be verging on cruel if she didn't return the gesture. Emma released Regina's hair and placed her hands on either side of Regina's exposed chest, raising herself for leverage. Next, she took Regina's lips in her own, advancing her tongue quickly for an intense exchange as she surprised the brunette by raising her knee and pushing it against Regina's fully clothed sex. Regina bit Emma's tongue as she tried to cry when the gratifying pressure was applied. Their contact ceased as Emma retreated in an instinctual reaction. She tasted blood in her mouth and gave Regina the most intimidating look she could muster.
"You're going to pay for that," Emma informed, before thrusting her knee into the Mayor's core once again. This time with far more potency.
"Please. Please punish me, Sheriff Swan," Regina requested breathlessly.
"The real torture would be if I just left you here, as you are. All pent up, having to finish yourself off," Emma teased as she leaned back resting on her heels, looking away from Regina with a wry grin.
"Hmm, well, if that's how your fantasy ends, I suppose I will show you out, " Regina said absentmindedly, while she sat up, leaned on her arms, and stared at Emma's erect nipples. "It would be sad though, to end the afternoon here. I can be good," Regina cooed before she leaned further forward, holding Emma around the waist as she took the raised, hard flesh into her mouth and sucked forcefully. She felt Emma tremble, then flirted with her resolve by flicking the tip of her tongue over the now wet bud.
Emma was weakened. She gave herself to Regina's touch for the next minute, her heart rate quickening as she experienced what she could not imagine. Regina was on complete autopilot. She didn't need to think or analyze what Emma might like to experience next. What came naturally made the blonde have to bite her lip to stop her elongated moan from becoming something that would encroach on the relative quiet. Emma could hear the sounds Regina's lips made as she smacked her breast. She felt the other being massaged by an expert hand and couldn't process the two extreme yet deep feelings she was relishing simultaneously.
"My turn, my desires," Emma whimpered, reluctantly pushing Regina from her. She knew she was close to being lost to Regina's touch and stopped before her willpower diminished completely. Regina was breathing heavily as she parted and looked at Emma with an expression of sadness. "You'll get your turn, I promise," Emma said, with a slight air of exasperation.
Emma nudged Regina backward so that she was once again lying on the bed. Cautiously, in the act of discovery, Emma used her hands to feel Regina's body while maintaining eye contact during the entire process. She started at her jaw, slowly moved down her neck, over the protruding collarbone, and brought them together to avoid the beautiful breasts as they traced the shape of Regina's glorious abdominal muscles. Emma noticed that they constricted as she ran her hands over them.
Gradually, they moved a little south, with Emma's fingers touching the Mayor's waistband. Regina's eyes went wide, wondering if her brief tasting of Emma had made the blonde impatient, not that she minded. She was desperate to be touched there, ready and willing for Emma to see and have all of her in any way she wanted. Emma, however, had no intention of exploring that area of Regina until she had enjoyed everything that was already on display. The proximity had merely been a ruse, to punish Regina for her impulsive transgression. Regina groaned as Emma's fingertips danced by her navel and frustratingly moved up and down her breastbone, never touching the breasts, no matter how Regina tried to wriggle and guide Emma there. This was the slowest play Regina had ever experienced, and her impatience made her hands travel to the blonde's waist, up her ribs, and then down the center of her chest to prove how agonizing this taunt was. Emma, however, seemed unfazed and undeterred.
"Emma," Regina eventually grumbled, prompting her lover to shift downwards and begin what would become an endless onslaught on Regina's senses.
"Sorry. I just wanted to admire you for a minute. To memorize this," Emma said, demonstrating her vulnerability. The emotional depth at which this meant something was evident.
"I assure you, Miss Swan, you will be invited back." Regina's words and delivery were purposefully sensual. They provided the precise encouragement that Emma needed to place any of her doubts behind her. Emma was a good tease, she knew that, but it had been years since she had last been with a woman. Regina had come into her life so suddenly and it had been difficult to accept her complicated feelings which had developed from hate to lust into something far more profound. Furthermore, Regina was equal to a goddess in her mind. She wanted nothing more than to please her to the best of her ability.
Emma internally swept these cascading thoughts aside; all she wanted now was to play out her desires in their entirety. She grasped Regina's lips, the kiss messy, licentious, and furiously paced. The bite on her tongue was long forgotten as they worked together to balance their need for passion and their need for oxygen. They parted only briefly to breathe. During the third minute of this frantic interaction, Emma raised herself so she could finally clutch one of Regina's breasts. It filled her hand, and her brain couldn't process how magnificent it felt to hold something so precious. She wasn't as skilled as Regina at moving elements of her body at different rhythms, therefore, she found herself manipulating the breast at the same pace as her tongue, which was interacting with Regina's. In turn, Regina grabbed both of Emma's which were dangling freely above her and reciprocated the action. Emma loved it, and it caused her passion to intensify.
Emma was starting to sweat when she broke free, and meandered her way down the other side of Regina's neck, pausing periodically to perform a cycle of lick, suck, bite, lick, on her journey, which left a small trail of evidence that she had been there. As she went to shift down, she heard Regina moan, which expressed her hesitation at letting go of what her hands were enjoying. Regina had barely begun to stimulate Emma's perked buds, and now they were being taken from her. As Emma shifted, so her mouth would have full access to everything Regina's breasts had to offer, the brunette raised her leg to put pressure on Emma's core as punishment. Emma gave a small growl, but she was focused this time, and her mouth latched onto a taught nipple immediately. She let her right hand work the left breast, her thumb over the bud as she caressed it with alternating tantalizing touches and invigorating squeezes.
Regina murmured sounds of gratification at Emma's mouth's work as she tried to understand how Emma was doing the things she was. In the process, Regina concluded that Emma, too, was a goddess, sent to this earth so they would meet and she could do these things to her. Emma's actions were overwhelming Regina, due to their variety and pace, and it was impossible to process each aspect of the technique. It was the flat of Emma's tongue to one, then a pinch between her fingers of the other. Then Emma would suck with vigor while the pad of her thumb would soothe. It was an unyielding rollercoaster of opposing sensations, produced in very different ways. The effect was Regina starting to writhe beneath Emma.
Regina was desperate to hold Emma, to feel more of a connection to the beautiful person bringing her such surges of joy. She didn't have access to what she wanted most and settled for resting her left hand on Emma's right hip, indicating she wanted the pants removed. The right hand allowed its fingers to intertwine with Emma's long, golden locks, subconsciously increasing the pressure the blonde's actions provided to Regina's sensitive, already over-stimulated nipples. Emma's onslaught meant that the slightest touch caused Regina's entire body to hitch in desperation. When Emma switched her mouth's attention to the right, Regina growled in frustration. She wanted to beg, to whimper, to express how the need was burning deep inside. The urge to obey was, however, still strong enough to determine her actions.
Emma was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her gratification at feeling Regina squirm below her was overwhelming. It was more than anything she had imagined. This woman was being submissive, which was something Emma never thought she would see or experience. Trust was what was being given to her. Finally, even Emma couldn't deny herself any longer and pushed herself upright, smirking as she took in the line of red, inflamed skin she had left behind.
Emma shimmied down Regina's legs and hovered her hand over the jeans button. Regina smiled and closed her eyes as a placated look overcame her. If Emma needed any more encouragement, Regina's gentle thrust offering her sex was more than enough. Regina had thought that Emma would now pick up the pace. She was wrong. When the button to her jeans was undone, it wasn't followed by Emma releasing her from her clothing. Instead, Emma licked an upward line between them and her navel. The zip was then lowered, and Emma followed the wet trail she had just created with a string of kisses. Emma used the back of her nails to meander over Regina's flat stomach creating a delicate tickle. She felt Regina's hands graze her arms, while her fingers traveled to the red nipples that she missed, flicking them with her thumbs simultaneously. Regina quivered, providing the desired reaction. Emma began a slow path downward, her hands following her mouth as it licked and kissed its way to the denim barrier that she needed to remove with immediate effect.
When Emma's hands finally gripped the waistband of the jeans and pulled with vigor, Regina assisted in their removal effortlessly. The hips were raised and the feet lifted with such style that it appeared to have been a choreographed move. Emma, too, had moved her limbs expertly, and in a fluid motion, stood and pulled the fabric from Regina's legs. Quickly, Emma lifted each of Regina's feet in turn, removing the black socks, realizing that the Mayor had ticklish feet in the process. There was only one item preventing Emma from seeing Regina naked now, yet Emma was stoic, caught in a moment of awe. Regina recognized this and lifted her body up off the bed, leaned back on her arms, and continued to be mesmerized by Emma's expression. She raised an eyebrow in disbelief and moved forward, her hand grabbing Emma's waistband, unbuttoning her skinny jeans without any complainants that Regina was taking control. Emma was still speechless at the sight of Regina's thighs, calves, and her overall beauty when everything was laid bare.
Regina only managed to pull the garment down to mid-thigh, before Emma regained composure and took over. The blonde made a valiant attempt to make the kiss she then initiated passionate, to keep their arousals peaked, as she hurriedly clambered out of her shoes, socks, and jeans. Despite the embrace being a little bumpy, a little clumsy, a little unrhythmic, neither minded. It was the connection they cared about. When it ended, Regina was perched on the end of the bed, her legs wide and Emma stood between them. Regina gripped Emma's ass, while Emma ran her fingers through Regina's hair.
They didn't break eye contact as Regina took a deep breath, overdosing herself in the heavenly scent of Emma's arousal. She had tasted it, but the aroma made her body flinch in desperation. Regina was eager to see what she had touched, the little patch of blonde hair that she now knew nestled there. She wanted to lick everything that was inches from her face and moved her hands to enable her to hook her fingers under the red laced underwear that matched the long-ago discarded bra. Slowly she lowered them, making sure her fingers connected softly with Emma's thighs, to remind the blonde of how delicate a touch she could offer. Regina leaned in a little further. Her tongue wetted her lips, begging for permission.
Emma conceded easily. She had stated that she wanted Regina to do whatever felt natural and she had forbidden her so much as she'd toyed with her body. Additionally, Emma could see no downside to allowing Regina's tongue explore her desperation. It would only be for a taste, then she'd reciprocate. Reading the blonde's cues correctly, Regina's eyes left Emma's and focused on dragging the garment low enough so that Emma could step out of them. The intoxicating scent was exquisite, and Regina noticed that because of it, her wetness had increased to the point that she thought she could drown in her arousal.
Emma grabbed Regina's hands and pulled her onto the floor, walking backward to provide Regina with uninhibited access. Without hesitation, Regina dropped to her knees and held Emma by the hips while her lover used her shoulders for balance. Momentarily, Regina was dazed by the magnificent sight; her thirst was now primal and had to be quenched immediately. The sensation that Emma felt when the wet hotness of Regina's tongue touched her clit caused her to shudder. Now that Regina had the blonde this way, she was desperate to not let go. Her orgasm could wait; she felt her current position was perhaps better. Emma, despite her best intentions, was no longer in a position to contest the issue.
Instincts thwarted any plans Emma had to regain control. She found her hands guiding Regina's head further in, desperate to deepen these sensations, to increase the power of the contact she was feeling. Regina knew she didn't have the angle she wanted, Emma simply wasn't tall enough, or she couldn't contort low enough, depending on your perspective. However, it was sufficient access for Regina to get the tip and flat of her tongue to where it needed to be. Emma was rocking, working with Regina to bring herself closer to her second orgasm of the day. It was fast approaching, as the time she had spent enjoying Regina's body had made her body more than ready to reach an apex of pleasure quickly.
With a valiant effort, Emma pushed Regina back, wanting to save her elation as a reward for satisfying, trying desperately to catch her breath and not feel frustration at the loss of the masterful touches. Regina had suspected she wouldn't be permitted to finish, but as she suggestively licked her lips, she could see Emma's resolve break. Her eyes flickered in an exaggerated manner that indicated Regina had access to the good stuff. To the finer vintage that she knew was now abundant between Emma's legs. Emma didn't want to deny either of them what they equally wanted at this precise moment. She widened her stance and braced herself once more on Regina's shoulders.
Their gaze only lasted long enough for Emma to mouth, "Touch me," a command that Regina was excited to obey. Emma's heat is what she appreciated first before Regina explored in a tactile manner, as she was still being denied complete visual access. Spreading her index and middle finger apart Regina started at the back and traced the outer rim of Emma's folds, coating her fingers with the elixir she wanted desperately to have trickle down her throat. She glanced upward and watched Emma close her eyes as she drew her fingers forward to rest on the firing nerves that were still wet from her saliva. With the lightest of touches, her fingers merged and began to swirl over the area. Pad, then tip, pad then tip.
Emma's fingers dug into Regina's skin as she tried to stay steady enough to let Regina's efforts come to fruition. However, Regina wasn't ready for Emma's release and broke contact to blow cool air over the burning area. Emma shook and gave out a cry. Knowing that she wanted to be inside Emma at least once today, Regina placed her left hand on Emma's right butt cheek and pulled her closer, as two fingers from her right swiped across her opening before they were gently pushed inside. Regina shifted into an even more awkward position so she could tilt her head, which enabled her mouth to cover everything the little blonde hairs protected. Emma would have moved to make Regina's efforts simpler. However, she was incapable of doing so now. That was never more apparent than when the tip of Regina's tongue started to lap up Emma's flavor that her fingers had previously covered the area with.
Regina was struggling to focus. Tasting Emma, on Emma, was an explosive experience. Her mind was reliving everything that ignited her lust for this woman. Her body, her voice, her smile, her laugh. Regina wasn't a selfish lover, yet the desire to pleasure someone else had never been this strong. She wanted this more than anything. Regina focused and experimented. Emma's entire body vibrated when she circulated the tip of her tongue for ten seconds, and then, flattening her tongue took a slow, forceful lick forward. Emma cried louder when Regina performed a strong suck. Meanwhile, her fingers pumped inside at a steady pace, which provided a constant soundtrack depicting Emma's continued dampened state.
Emma cried louder as her senses were sent into overdrive by Regina's relentless onslaught, complete with unpredictable patterns, rhythms, and pressures. Regina persisted, relishing how Emma was reacting to her, and the way she started to pat her back as she got closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Emma's balance had begun to falter, yet Regina continued, interspersing faster and harder movements with lighter ones to ignite Emma's synapses further. Suddenly, the deftness was removed. Regina penetrated her fingers with increased haste, her mouth and tongue offering an effective pressure each time the digits receded.
Rarely had Regina felt happiness they way she did at the moment when one synchronized sustained electric connection caused the blonde to cry a relieved sound as her nails dug into her shoulders while the muscles in Emma's legs constricted and she fell forward. Emma gasped for air, while Regina stilled. Carefully, she extracted her fingers and gradually decreased the intensity of her tongue's connection until they parted. Emma was exhausted and was only held upright by Regina's careful, gentle hands that now rested on either side of Emma's hips. When Emma's stance had stabilized, Regina rose from her uncomfortable position and gave the blonde a delicate embrace. Emma was still in a haze, yet experienced comfort when Regina's arms wrapped around her. They leaned on each other's shoulders while the satiated Emma recovered.
Emma leaned upward and kissed Regina's lips gently, which in the absence of words signified her gratitude for what she had just done. It surprised Regina that Emma then, wordlessly, wandered to the bathroom, not that it didn't offer an appealing view. However, it left Regina standing alone, bewildered at how she was supposed to act, in her own home no less. She considered her options and wondered if she should take a seat, or follow. Before any insecurities could fully formulate, a damp washcloth was tossed to her. Emma smiled, as she indicated she was just cleaning herself and would be right back. Regina licked her fingers with a bashful smile, realizing Emma's reaction to her actions had obviously trickled down the blonde's inner thigh. She couldn't resist smelling her fingers and licking her lips before washing herself clean from the traces of Emma. Regina mused that it wouldn't be possible. Emma would, from now on, always be a part of her.
Emma perplexed Regina further as she walked past her, through the bedroom door, and descended the stairs. Regina was quick to appreciate that Emma Swan was currently walking around her house completely naked. She listened intently and heard Emma in the kitchen, rummaging. Regina felt stupid as she stood in the center of her bedroom without purpose. Therefore, to appease the sheer awkwardness that was surging through her, she started to tidy the collection of discarded clothes by placing them on the chair. Regina too freshened up, realizing her underwear was far from clean after everything Emma had done to her. She took them off and popped them in the hamper without thought and only after doing so wondered if that would displease Emma when she returned. It was possible Emma would want to remove them. Quickly, Regina thought of a middle ground and picked a clean pair of detailed black panties from her collection. They were more delicate than what she had been wearing, but not overtly a piece of lingerie which might insinuate that she expected Emma to relieve her of them. Next, Regina returned to the bathroom, splashed her face with water, and stared at herself in the mirror as the droplets fell into the sink below. She never wanted this to end. She had never given herself to a lover like this. Emma was special. She was the mother of her son. It felt like fate.
Regina then heard Emma creak the bedroom door, emerging with a tray of refueling supplies. Regina quickly dried her face, tried to shake off the deep feelings she was experiencing, and she channeled her self-confidence to help her navigate the next few minutes. She found Emma on the bed, seemingly at peace, smiling at her.
"Don't know about you, but I needed a bit of energy, before I, well, eat again," Emma said suggestively while analyzing Regina's appearance. "I see you've decided on a costume change for the second half."
"I didn't want to deny you the opportunity of removing them. My previous pair are there if that interests you." Regina was ready to continue her flirting banter until she saw the items on the tray. A sliced apple, baby carrots, and two small serving bowls filled with either peanut butter or hummus. Additionally, Emma had brought two bottles of water and napkins. Not a piece of kitchen roll folded into a triangle but napkins, something which she would have had to search for. Emma was still focusing on Regina's underwear, so she missed Regina's momentary lapse that showed her mounting feelings and the future that her mind was imagining with this woman by her side.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like apples and peanut butter together, but it tastes great if you want to try some," Emma said taking a slice, scooping a heap of creamy goodness, and crunching on it unapologetically while Regina sat across from her, the tray between them.
"I've grown to like it, though I did dip the slices right into the jar."
"Oh, well there's me wasting time making things 'fancy'. I assumed that since you're a Queen, you'd be a little more refined."
"Yes, well, one must slum it once in a while to connect with those that I rule."
"Why, of course," Emma teased back, using a horrendous English accent that made them both laugh. Regina delved in and feverishly ate two slices of apple in a row, not realizing how hungry she had become until she started eating. Emma watched with amusement as a comfortable silence fell over them. It didn't appear to either one that this situation phased the other. There was something natural, inevitable, about it.
"So, have you always liked apples?" Regina inquired as she opened her water bottle and took a much-needed drink.
"Hmm, yeah, I guess so. Who doesn't naturally like apples?" Emma replied offhandedly, having not made the connection Regina was inferring and assuming this was the very smallest of talk that she was initiating.
"Do you like the flavor every day or just on special occasions?" Regina crunched another slice and licked her lips suggestively so Emma would understand that her reference was not to the fruit but the lip balm she wore to remind her of the woman before her.
"Oh," Emma replied, shifting uncomfortably, her face blushing slightly. Like Regina, she too had been thinking about how she wanted Regina to be a more significant part of her life. That their encounter hadn't just been the need for a physical, sexual connection. The notion frightened her, as she wasn't sure how to let someone be a part of her life that way. Despite this, the feelings of connection and aspiration to take Regina on dates, watch movies, and make meals together were circulating. She'd instinctively retreated to the kitchen and taken a few calming breaths. Emma feared what she would find when she returned to the bedroom and convinced herself she'd discover Regina dressed and dismissive. Emma's heart had skipped a beat when she saw the smile Regina gave her on her return. She felt safe.
With trepidation, Emma took a leap of faith and allowed Regina to have a glimpse at what her heart held for her. "When I wear it, it automatically becomes a special occasion."
The brunette was stunned. She couldn't control her reaction and was left showing Emma the relief, joy, and contentment her words had brought her. The broad smile that made her eyes shimmer with hope was all the reply Emma needed to know the small confession was never a risk. That for now, in this blissful beginning, had been the right thing to do.
Both expected that engaging in conversation while sitting practically naked across from one another would be challenging. Granted, Emma was crossed legged and Regina's eyes did frequently divert to the exposed area. Despite this, they discussed everything from the warm weather, to how they would split up time with Henry now that school was out for the summer. They laughed as Emma told tales of the Forest and Regina provided insight into how their world worked when needed. Emma giggled uncontrollably when Regina explained how she reacted the first time she used a hairdryer. Magic was far more straightforward, Regina had scoffed. Soon, the snack Emma had produced was gone, yet the conversation didn't cease. It continued for nearly an hour, though neither one noticed. To them, it felt like mere minutes.
Eventually, though, Emma became restless, inserting innuendoes wherever she could. Regina, meanwhile, was oblivious. She found this domestic moment just as blissful as one filled with cascading euphoria. For Emma, her afternoon hadn't been completed, and she was determined that she wouldn't leave until it was.
"Your laugh is rather infectious you know," Emma muttered as she stood, stretched, and moved the tray to the dressing table. "But it's not what I want to hear from you," she added, suggestively.
When Regina heard the way the words had been delivered, her body reacted for her. "Hmm, well, tell me, what do you want to hear from me?" She asked, lowering her voice to give it a seductive intonation.
"As stated previously, ideally I'd like an unrestrained scream-like noise that may or may not articulate my name to a deity. For that, I must return to a path that I was deviated from." Emma looked directly at Regina's chest, then her crotch as she uttered her last sentence, her voice full of hunger and desire.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be a bad host. It would be my honor to make you happy, Sheriff." Regina stood and pulled the comforter off the bed, plumped a pillow, and lay down. Regina's use of Emma's title of power inspired the blonde. That combined with the way Regina made her chest heave with exaggerated breaths and tantalizingly uncrossed her legs made Emma feel like she no longer had control of her sexual appetite. She licked her lips subconsciously before clambering on to the bed, straddling the Queen's hips which were presented so willingly before her.
"I did say I wanted to explore every inch of you," Emma said, pragmatically.
"Indeed, you did. And you've missed a spot. A very impatient, now angry spot because it's been left out."
"Well, we wouldn't want a sense of neglect to ruin our afternoon, now would we?" Emma placed her hands on either side of Regina's head so that their eyes could burrow into each other. With immediate effect, there was more intimacy, a superior connection. Their relationship had progressed over the course of their conversation since their last physical interaction. Both felt the pressure that this was now, already, more than sex between former enemies becoming friends. This was possibly the start of something permanent.
"I'm all yours, Emma," Regina declared, purposefully pausing so Emma would notice the use of her Christian name. "Completely yours." The words were weighted, akin to a declaration. Emma wasn't phased, yet she didn't respond. Regina, trying to offer Emma an easier route skillfully marginalized the layered meaning by using a wave of her hand to gesture her body. "We're trying to fulfill a fantasy, aren't we?"
"Don't pretend it's only my fantasy that is being reenacted here," Emma said, leeringly. Regina smiled before leaning up and taking Emma's lips with hers. The time for a conversational interlude was over as soon as they touched. Emma lowered herself as close to Regina as she could, while still supporting her weight. Nothing felt more natural to them than to be kissing one another, while their naked breasts touched.
Their embrace was deep, both trying to dominate and control the pace as their tongues teased the other. They were unable to control their passion which had reignited and intensified. The exchange was frantic. Emma added to the commotion when she raised a knee to Regina's still covered core while Regina's hands explored the sides of Emma's breasts, her waist, her back. Everything. She wanted to touch everything. Regina growled as the knee made contact, reminding her of how she longed for Emma to feast on her. Emma felt the body beneath her squirm and moved her mouth's attention to Regina's neck as she started a steady rhythm of applying pressure with her knee in between Regina's legs. Each time, her body would rise, reducing the compression of their breasts, before coming back down and forcing them together. The entire cycle felt magical to Regina.
Regina quickly realized that Emma was not going to bring her elation any quicker this time around, which both frustrated and excited her. Emma was delighted to mark the other side of Regina's neck with little nips with her teeth before soothing it with light kisses. Regina participated more this time and stroked the blonde's back, returning the pleasure-pain thrill by digging her short nails in deep before gently caressing the inflamed area with the tips of her fingers. She waited patiently for Emma to move on while enjoying how quickly the woman had kindled her arousal from earlier that afternoon.
Without warning, Emma rose, and sat back on Regina's hips with her arms behind her, offering her breasts as she threw her neck backward. Immediately, Regina reached for them, one in each hand, running her thumb over the reddened nipples as Emma's deep breathing made everything more vibrant, sexual, and enticing. Regina forgot about her needs and focused on what had been offered. She was tender, her movements equal on each side as she drew small circles, first around the bud, then over the protruding flesh. Her remaining fingers moved subtlety into Emma's skin. Emma's thighs clenched, telling Regina that her technique had successfully aroused. The brunette started to thoroughly analyze and admire the blonde's toned body. She wasn't just beautiful - she was magnificent. Leaving her left hand to continue its stimulating task, Regina absentmindedly used her right hand to discover Emma's collarbone. Emma trembled at the touch before tilting her head forward so she could look deep into Regina's eyes. Regina concentrated, keeping her left hand teasing as her right followed Emma's breastbone to her navel, feeling every muscle contract on its path as the delicate touch fleeted over them. Their stares weren't animalistic or driven by desire. Instead, what they shared was the beginning of being in love.
Regina propelled herself forward to sit upright. Her hands went around Emma's back, as she placed her forehead on Emma's chest. Emma completed the impromptu hug and stroked Regina's hair lightly. Emma was confused and wondered if Regina was signaling that she wished their activities to cease. Regina had only needed a moment of pause before she manipulated Emma so her mouth could do the stimulating instead of her hands. She focused on Emma's left breast first, doing nothing more elaborate than letting her tongue touch the flesh as she sucked methodically and softly. Emma voiced her pleasure and Regina continued to explore what felt delightful to Emma.
Regina didn't quicken the pace or elevate the applied force, but merely began to alternate her tongue's movements. She would lick, before offering nothing but air, only to reestablish the connection with just the tip of her tongue. From here, she moved it slowly, across the bud, never breaking contact as she coordinated her light tugs at the end of a swirl. Clockwise, then counterclockwise before applying enough of her tongue to cover everything contained between her lips, expertly breaking away before flicking her tongue rapidity with a harder pull. Emma cried "Regina" and placed a hand on the back of Regina's head, encouraging more of the same, only with increased intensity. Regina understood and complied. She felt Emma's fingers dig deeper into her skin, bringing mild pain that she reciprocated by carefully taking the nipple between her teeth and pulling it to what she thought was the brink of pain before letting it go. Regina heard Emma yelp and responded in kind with a gentle kiss on the reddened area.
"Sorry," Regina whispered, fearing she had gone too far, having not yet learned Emma's limits.
"I was just surprised. I liked it," Emma explained breathlessly. "Now, though, I think it's time I finished what I started," she added before pushing her hands on Regina's shoulders, causing her body to crash onto the mattress.
Regina didn't get a chance to process what Emma had said, let alone reply before she felt the blonde shift down and place her head over her breasts. Promptly, Emma copied Regina's tactics, applying gentle pressure to one nipple, while using her hand to tease the other simultaneously. Regina's hips buckled in seconds, as the warm wetness of Emma's mouth worked at building momentum. Her brain, once again, couldn't process everything the blonde was doing and ended up lost in a perplexed state of near elation. Her body's reflexes began to control her actions, her hips searching for Emma's touch, her right leg bending to put pressure on Emma's core, her hands moving up and down any area of Emma she could reach. Regina wasn't a loud lover, always wanting to hold onto complete control, but that wasn't the case with Emma. She started calling Emma's name as she sounded her pleasure, which only encouraged the blonde to proceed longer and harder, relentlessly stimulating Regina's nipples until they were swollen and too sensitive to touch. Only then, as Regina panted, did Emma think there had been sufficient foreplay.
Emma moved to the bottom of the bed, watching Regina as she squirmed in expectation, and positioned herself between Regina's thighs so that her face was level with the only garment that for far too long had been between them. Emma placed a series of light kisses along the waistband of the black panties while her right hand ran up and down the inside of the olive-skinned thigh. Finally, Emma gripped the fabric with her teeth and pulled hard. Emma was temporarily stilled as she deeply inhaled the mind-altering scent of Regina's arousal. She was wet for her, that she knew. Using her fingers and Regina's assistance, the clothing was removed, leaving, at last, a naked Regina behind. Emma absorbed the resplendent sight, which produced the widest grin before it was replaced with a hungry look, complete with Emma biting her lip in anticipation.
Emma placed a hand on each of Regina's ankles and spread her legs, allowing her to see everything that was waiting for her to taste, torment, pleasure, and devour. A smirk of pride washed over her when she saw the shimmer of moisture that had formed over Regina's entrance. Emma began stroking Regina's inner thighs continuously in an obvious prelude to what was coming. Her fingers would get closer and closer to the area Regina needed to be touched, making the woman pout and shift, hoping to steal an unintentional graze. Surprisingly, Emma then rose from the bed and grabbed Regina by her ankles, dragging her forward so that her ass was nearly flush with the mattress' edge. Emma fell to her knees and placed each of Regina's legs on one of her shoulders. Regina's core was a mere inch from Emma's face which, unseen, was being glared at by her lover. Emma started by blowing air over the retreating nerves forcing Regina's hips to buckle in urgency. Emma smiled and lowered herself from Regina's view. It was the last she would see of Emma before a thundering orgasm would take her mind to unprecedented levels of exultation.
Emma didn't overthink what she was doing, her mounting emotional connection was forgotten as she focused entirely on the lust she had harbored for months. She placed her arms around Regina's legs and rested the left one across the brunette's flat abdomen while the right allowed its hand to linger just above where it would be deployed. Emma began her last pre-dance to bring Regina back to the brink by starting at the back of Regina's entrance and tracing her tongue over the folds. First the left, then the right. At the same time, her right index finger started its exploration a few centimeters above where Regina craved attention. Emma's tongue returned to its original position, this time flat, and moved slowly upward, coating her taste buds in Regina's sexual desire. She straightened her tongue, leaving only the tip connected as it traveled toward her hand, seeking Regina's clit, knowing that the woman would shudder when she made even the lightest of connections.
Regina's body didn't just react violently, she also cried to the ceiling when Emma found her most electric nerves. As Emma flattened her tongue, transferring the collected juices, she held Regina in place as she began her persistent attention to her clit to release all the pent-up energy that Regina had been amassing. Emma could easily sense Regina wouldn't need much stimulation to hurtle toward her second orgasm of the day based on the reaction she gave to the lightest of touches. After twenty seconds of light swirling with her tongue, Regina's thighs unintentionally constricted, holding Emma's head in place as her heels used the blonde's back for traction to propel herself forward. The effect was a massive increase in pressure, and that alone was almost the trigger for her energy to release. Emma, desperate to make her visit to this most intimate of areas longer than only a few minutes, tried to slow down the process, building slower, increasing the sensitivity, making her work memorable.
Regina's mind was on fire, her body was covered in a new fine layer of sweat, her hands were fisting the sheet below her with desperation. She had mentally been here weeks ago, imagining Emma being the one bringing her pleasure through contact and varied sensations. She desperately tried to feel and remember everything Emma's mouth had expertly brought her. Each time Emma would swirl, Regina couldn't prevent herself from thrusting forward to bring Emma closer in her desperation to increase the length of their union. Emma would then alternate, without thought, between stimulating and leaving the nerves free to the cooling air for three seconds before she covered the entire area with her mouth, lapping and flicking with an unpredictable rhythm. Emma never allowed Regina's senses to relax and get used to a particular sequence. When Emma's mouth and tongue needed respite, she used her thumb and index finger to continue building the impending orgasm that Emma wouldn't yet let Regina experience. When she pinched the sensitive nerves for less than a second and Regina begged with her name, Emma knew it was time for the final act. The Queen had waited long enough.
Regina stretched down and clutched onto the back of Emma's head as the blonde's mouth reconnected. She groaned Emma's name as she began to lose herself and let her body experience all that she'd hoped it would when she had imagined a version of this moment. She tried to pull away from and increase the depth of Emma's scintillating tongue at the same time, due to the natural recoil from her nerves firing and the pleasure that was rushing through her, respectively. Emma, though, didn't let her move and persisted in her recipe of her tongue striking softly, then hard, before a long deep pull before her thumb would circulate prior to her finger flicking the clit. She felt Regina's calves constrict, then quiver as her toes pointed, her orgasm reaching its zenith. She cried Emma's name once more as her hand pulled the blonde into her, begging for the moment elation would be harnessed. Her other hand had whitened knuckles from gripping the sheet so tightly. Regina's back began to arch and her eyes closed when Emma started another round of delightful torment. Regina moaned loudly, expressing her preparedness, and Emma gave her what she needed to finally let go and come at the mouth of Emma Swan. Flattening her tongue, Emma provided maximal contact as she pushed her face forward, releasing Regina.
Regina screamed incomprehensible sounds as her body shook and shuddered as it felt like every fiber of her existence was being stimulated with euphoria. She couldn't process a thought, she couldn't verbalize her gratification, she couldn't control her movements. Emma was trapped in her current position, held in place by Regina's shuddering thighs and additionally fixed in place by Regina's trembling hand. She gently moved her tongue over the sensitive clit, helping Regina elongate her orgasm. When Regina finally stilled and gasped for air, Emma broke free and admired the glistening creaminess Regina had produced in response to her efforts. Emma couldn't resist, and she lapped up most of the wetness in a single pass. Once Regina started to physically recover, and Emma moved only pausing to brush by the reddened nerves to place the lightest and briefest of kisses.
Regina crawled back slightly for comfort and let her legs hang over the edge of the bed to the floor while she tried to equilibrate to an existence where she had had sex with Emma. Meanwhile, Emma stood and began to feel awkward and uncomfortable, unsure of how she should behave, debating what her next actions should be. She looked to Regina for guidance only the find the brunette still recovering, with closed eyes and a content expression. There was nothing indicating she was welcome to stay, nor that she should leave and Emma was evaluating her options of having a shower, getting dressed, or lying next to Regina. An offered outstretched hand made the decision for Emma, which she accepted readily. She sat next to Regina and studied her in her post gratified phase. Relaxation was evident, happiness seemed to be present, relief also laced the expression. Her eyes fluttered open.
"I don't think they sell a lip balm that tastes like you," Emma muttered before leaning down to kiss Regina, allowing the Queen to enjoy her essence that lingered in Emma's mouth. Their exhaustion made the connection far more controlled, without a fight for domination. It was sweet, and each reached for the others face demonstrating tenderness. When they parted, they placed their foreheads together and closed their eyes.
"I wouldn't suspect that they did," Regina scoffed.
"They should, it would be their best seller," Emma proffered, effortlessly, choosing to lye next on her left side, and began stroking Regina's arm absentmindedly.
"Emma Swan flavor would out sell out. I alone would buy it in bulk," Regina threw back, enjoying the banter regardless of how ridiculous it was.
"I don't see why you would need to buy it when you can get the real thing for free, fresh right from the source, any time." Regina's eyes showed she understood the implications of what Emma had said. She wanted more of the same. It hadn't been misunderstood signals. Emma did not want this to be a single rendezvous. It filled her with immense joy that she didn't know how to speak. Emma misread the silence, assuming she had overstepped, that Regina was sending mixed singles, and used humor to deflect the conversation, "All banter aside, it would be a bit odd to cover your lips in that. Besides, artificial flavors aren't the same, because they're, well, artificial. They'd mess it up, and it's a pretty gross concept-"
Emma's verbal explosion ceased when Regina placed a finger over her lips and searched Emma's eyes. "You're right. There's nothing like the real thing, and I won't settle for imitations." Emma smiled broadly, knowing that in a convoluted way, Regina had expressed her intentions matched hers. If she needed any further confirmation that this was more than a physical exchange Regina supplied it in her next breath, "Do you need to get going, or can I interest you in some light cuddling, followed by a shower to make ourselves presentable for our son?"
Emma looked at the clock and announced, "We have about an hour before he and my parents will be back from their hike; I should probably go home then."
"Well then, grab the blanket," Regina said, playfully as she shimmied to the top of the bed and got under the sheet. Emma fetched the comforter, spread it out over the bed and glided under it next to the warm body she worshiped. They had laid down, facing each other, their fingers intertwining.
"Not exactly cuddling," Emma said with light laughter.
"Not at all. Perhaps neither of us were ready to not stare at the other just yet." Regina knew what she said had evolved from new emotions. She had changed, she was open to love and this woman, this person who had been a plague and instigator to her apparent downfall, might actually be the one to go on the journey with. She knew Emma had the same issues with letting people get close. It could work, or it might all fall apart. Regina set aside her fears and studied the face of the woman, whom at this moment, was the center of her world.
Emma continued to focus on Regina as she rubbed her foot up and down her calf. She was over-analyzing everything Regina had said and done in the past few hours. She'd demonstrated vulnerability, apprehension, and a lot of desire. Regina hadn't been selfish; if anyone had, it was her. They could get through this together, by being strong, decisive, and clear when the other couldn't. By believing in and developing the trust they shared. It could work. They could have each other, forever.
Placated, Emma lowered herself and placed her forehead on Regina's chest as her hand flopped over her back. Regina leaned in and kissed the top of Emma's head before resting hers on the pillow. Delicately, she placed her right hand on top of Emma's hair, stroking it soothingly as her left arm fell over and down her lover's back. Her leg bent between Emma's, her knee supporting her weight.
Quickly their breathing harmonized and became heavier as they took in each other. The presence of the other calmed their inner voices that falsely stated long-term happiness with the other wasn't possible. They fell into a light slumber, holding one another, knowing with certainty that this was more than they'd ever dreamed of. That there was no place they'd rather be. There was hope for their broken, bruised hearts. Neither could see it, but both slept with content expressions. Life had never looked so bright, optimistic, and blissful.
Regina woke first and glared at the clock, realizing that they had slept past the hour Emma had wanted to leave. Soothingly she stroked Emma's scalp while whispering her name to bring the blonde back to consciousness gently. Emma stirred murmuring contentment before she stretched and looked up at Regina with a contorted confused look, her sleepiness evident.
"Everything is okay. It's just time for us to get up and shower," Regina offered helpfully, smiling warmly. Emma's expression then adorned a goofy grin as life reentered her eyes. They reached for each other and shared a delicate, almost shy kiss.
Emma followed Regina's lead and padded in tow to the master bath. Regina turned on the shower and while it warmed gathered two fresh towels from the cabinet. Emma, meanwhile, leaned on the sink counter, admiring the view that Regina bending over offered and noted the serenity she felt in this domestic situation they found themselves. She released the hair tie and felt free her locks spread out over her back.
Regina opened the shower door, tested the water's temperature before stepping into its stream and vanished from Emma's view as the steam formed a barrier on the glass. Regina knew she was hidden and allowed herself a couple of seconds to compose herself, taking deep breaths, her inner voice urging her to act normal and not mess up what could be one of the greatest things she did with her life. At the same time, Emma looked at the ceiling and focused on keeping her breathing slow and even, despite its desire to quicken to the thundering pace of her heart. That's when she saw Regina's hand appear and, with a finger, commanded her to approach. Desire drew her toward it. It was impossible to resist a wet, naked, soapy Regina.
Emma stepped into the large shower, one that comfortably fit them both. She mused at the nonslip mat she stood on, covered in little stars. Regina was ever so practical and forward thinking at times. It made Emma recall an instance where she'd slipped in the tub, how terrifying it was. It was a simple item but finding this here made her feel safe.
"Let me know if it's too hot, or cold, or in any way needs to be adjusted," Regina said, moving to let Emma immerse herself in the warm stream. The water felt like new life was being breathed into her as it flowed over her scalp. A bottle of shampoo was held up for approval before Regina took some into her hand, before giving it to Emma, and began lathering her brown hair. The blonde stared at the suds which flowed over and down Regina's body. Emma was perplexed as to the intent of Regina's show. It could have meant sex, touching, or merely providing the enjoyment of seeing a wet naked lady. It wasn't until she watched Regina that she considered that the primary purpose of this shower was personal hygiene. Emma, speechless, followed suit and even shifted out of the way so Regina could adequately rinse her hair. Conditioner followed, and Emma began to wonder why this was a joint activity. Not that the view was unpleasant, but the situation had the potential to be more mutually beneficial.
Regina had intended on enjoying Emma's body under the relaxing hot water but the expression the blonde wore in confusion as she went about a regular showering routine was too funny to stop prematurely. She wondered when Emma would be proactive and show the dominance she had shown in the bedroom, a trait Regina now craved, and it frustrated her that it was not being demonstrated. Regina watched as Emma lathered in the conditioner and that's when her impatience took over. She stood behind Emma and started kneading her fingers into the woman's scalp, providing a relaxing antidote to Emma's mounting anxiety. Emma leaned into her expert touch, loving how Regina's fingers felt, long after the hydrating, nourishing mixture had covered her long blonde hair.
Regina's hands were withdrawn without warning, leaving Emma feeling incomplete in the absence of her lover's touch. Her longing didn't last, as Regina's body melded with hers from behind. Instinctively Emma stroked Regina's thigh, hoping to bring it closer, to wrap it around her, to be completely encased in this woman. Her attention was diverted seconds later when she felt her breasts being massaged by Regina's wet hands, covering her in a vanilla shower gel that she had pre lathered. Emma leaned the back of her head on Regina's shoulder as her hands sought any part of Regina she could make contact with.
Emma understood the appeal of a joint shower now. Regina had waited until the conditioner was working its magic. How practical, Emma thought. Soon though, she couldn't think clearly. The sensations on her breasts were new and liberating compared to what Regina had so generously done to them earlier. There was even a touch of pain as the soap mingled with the inflamed flesh. Regina's movements were delicate and deliberate, making Emma feel equally relaxed and aroused. Regina loved the way Emma leaned into her, and it made her want to go further than planned. Sex in the shower was never as good as the fantasy implied with a man, but she'd never tried this with a woman. She had intended to worship Emma's body, to run her hands over it, to feel the skin slide over her fingers, to experience it in a different way. It was perhaps a kink, but seeing Emma covered in soap was incredibly enticing.
Emma lifted Regina's hands from her and turned, inching them both out from the direct water stream. Regina thought that she had overstepped, that Emma wasn't happy, that rejection was imminent. Instinctively, she looked downward in regret. Regina felt Emma's hand on her chin, raising her head so that she would look into the supportive green eyes. Emma reached for the bottle from the shelf and poured shower gel into her hand before handing the bottle over to Regina, who felt encouraged and followed suit. Emma reached in and placed a kiss on Regina's lips, the water and faint taste of soap differentiating this from previous embraces. Emma rubbed her hands together before placing them on Regina's collarbone.
Emma's movements were drawn-out and considered as if she were a blind person feeling sculptured art for the first time. Over the collarbone to the shoulders, squeezing the last of Regina's apprehension away. Regina copied Emma's movements, tenderly appreciating every inch of the art in front of her. Regina paused as she worked the suds into Emma's upper arms, quivering as she felt the defined muscles that she had lusted over. Emma noted how clean Regina had insured her biceps were and made a mental note to wear more tank tops around Regina, both for her pleasure and her pain. Eventually, they moved onto the lower arms. Emma wanted to take more time, to massage and relax every muscle in Regina's body. She thought that their next meeting could involve this.
Emma made Regina turn and starting at the top, lathered and kneaded Regina's neck, shoulders, and back. The way Regina's shoulder blade protruded was glorious. Emma loved the shape of Regina's body, her waist, the slightly fuller hips that Emma hadn't been blessed with. She saw a sponge and grabbed it, dousing it in water and soap in rapid time. Emma motioned to Regina to brace herself against the wall before she started releasing water down Regina's back. She watched in wonderment at the path the droplets took, pooling slightly in the small of Regina's back due to her somewhat arched position. Emma covered Regina again in soap and rinsed it several times before she would allow herself to move on. She used the sponge to tease Regina's offered buttocks before she bent down to wash her legs and feet, even making Regina lift her feet like a mammal to clean her soles.
Regina was mentally lost and found this experience bizarre, yet beautiful. Never in adulthood had she allowed someone to bathe her. It wasn't something she thought she would enjoy until now. She wanted Emma to feel this, to experience intimacy to this extent. When Emma started to lather the front of her legs, Regina chuckled as she realized she had dreamt of this. She had wanted to be Emma's bug so many times. For Emma to give that attention to her, that care. That had been the fantasy. Now, it was her reality. Just like when she washed the bug, Emma hadn't missed a single spot.
Regina reached down and clasped Emma's empty hand and smiled, her eyes conveying gratitude and hope. Emma rose, and they faced each other. Regina took Emma's face in her hands and kissed her forehead before resting her head there. Emma dropped the sponge and held Regina around her rib cage. Both closed their eyes as they just held each other. Together they moved into the water's stream, allowing the conditioner to flow from their hair and the soap from their skin, leaving only a couple behind.
Eventually, the water had started to cool, and their skin felt the effects of being under the water's force for a prolonged time. Each ensured their hair was adequately rinsed before they emerged from the serenity of the shower. Regina tossed Emma a towel before she dried herself, brushed her hair and threw Emma the brush once she was done. Her actions were natural, without a sense of over-thinking or hesitation. Emma didn't have the same disposition, as she realized that their late morning, afternoon, and early evening was rapidly coming to a close.
"You're not freaking out," Emma stammered, articulating her own fears unexpectedly.
Regina, who had started to walk into the bedroom to dress, turned and, despite feeling Emma's radiated anxiety, found her inner confidence that had made her the dominant force in this town. She said, calmly, yet assertively, "No, I'm not. I want this. I want you. I want to explore if there is an us. I don't believe there is any reason to freak out."
"Right."
"Is that not what you want?"
"It's exactly what I want," Emma whispered, as she walked past Regina to the chair full of her clothes.
"Well, we seem to be in agreement then, Miss Swan." Regina hadn't intended to utter the two words Emma found seductive and irresistible when said in Regina's drawl. As a consequence, Emma pushed Regina against the wall, crashing their lips together, using her hand at the back of the brunette's head to control and deepen the sensations. It was like their first kiss: hungry, verging on violent. Emma raised her knee and pressed it in between Regina's legs.
"I go to yoga on Tuesdays. I think I'll skip it this week if you're free. Not that anyone else will be aware that I'm not attending," Emma said with a suggestive glare as pulled away and started to dress.
"I see. And what did you have in mind instead of stretching and bending into positions named after animals?" Regina asked as she pulled her jeans on over her fresh underwear.
"Who said that wasn't my plan?" Emma threw back before sitting down to put on her socks. She had dressed in rapid time. "There's a lot I can do, Madame Mayor, that you have yet to see."
Regina was sexually spent, but her body couldn't help remind her that it wouldn't be long before she craved the blonde once more. "There are many things you've yet to experience from my end too. I have magic and a drawer full of toys."
Emma's eyes bulged as her brain flooded with a series of images she hadn't contemplated before. She was frozen in place, and Regina walked up to her slowly and whispered in her ear, "And don't forget that I have quite a few outfits. There's a lot for us to explore." Emma felt her mouth dry, and Regina teased her senses by staying in such close proximity.
"Moms?" They both heard Henry call from downstairs, breaking their flirtation instantly. Simultaneously they analyzed each other's appearance for appropriateness. Emma reached to fix Regina's hair, and Regina did the same, both showing a softer side of her growing feelings. "Are you guys upstairs?"
"How do we explain why we are both in your room?" Emma hissed, suddenly struggling to think of a valid reason.
"Moms?" They heard again, though it sounded closer this time.
"I think it's our wet hair that should be the more concerning issue," Regina noted, calmly. " I could just magic us dry?" She offered, her hand raised ready to perform the spell. It was against her son's wishes, she knew that, but she didn't see another option as she heard Henry start to run up the stairs.
"I think around you I'll never be dry again," Emma said flippantly, shocking Regina into inaction.
"How crude," Regina responded, before realizing she had no time to perform the spell.
"Hey, moms," Henry said at the door. "Gramps dropped me off when we noticed you weren't home yet. How come you're both wet?"
"Overzealous water fight," Regina replied coolly without a beat.
"Yeah, your mom was offering me a towel," Emma said shrugging, nodding to the discarded towel on Regina's bed. An unmade bed. Both panicked for Henry would surely notice this, and it was uncharacteristic for Regina to emerge after getting dressed in the morning without it being made.
"And then you fought?" Henry asked, concerned.
"No, why would you think we were fighting?" Regina asked, minimizing alarm as she moved in front of him, hoping to conceal the events that had taken place there.
"You both look flushed, and I feel a lot of tension," Henry observed looking at them curiously.
"We're not fighting, I promise. We were just debating, um, what my prize should be for my victory," Emma proffered, with a big smile, hoping the kid wouldn't see through this ridiculous lie.
"Yes. I agreed to buy her one of those heart-attack inducing bear claws, but she's holding out for dinner," Regina said, starting to shuffle Henry out of the room.
"How about we all have dinner now? You've gotta be hungry, right, Kid? And Regina, I assume you're as hungry as I am?" Emma suggested.
"Granny's?" Henry asked, wide-eyed.
"No. I have a craving for a night in with Chinese food. Maybe we could all watch a movie if everyone is up for it?" Emma knew her words had been successful on many fronts. Henry was ecstatic at the idea of a movie night here, for the mansion had a bigger TV. While Regina smiled at Emma for the offered time together, precious time with her son and Emma that she hadn't been expecting.
"Go downstairs, Henry. Look at the menus and pick out five movies that Emma and I can choose from." Once Henry had clambered down the stairs, Regina turned to Emma, with a mistiness apparent in her eyes. "Thank you," she said.
"No need to thank me. This is a selfless act. I want to explore the notion you presented me with. Us."
Regina remained breathless at the doorway as Emma returned to the bedroom and systematically returned the room to its pristine state. Regina wanted to help her, but she couldn't move.
Regina couldn't do anything but stare and try to process how in one day her life had changed. When she awoke this morning, she was alone and yet Regina now sensed she would fall onto her pillow tonight as part of a family that would fuse together over time. Her mind was flooded with imaginary moments and events. A movie night where she and Emma snuggled under a blanket. A proposal that Emma would accept. A Christmas where she laughed at the sight of her blonde fiancée wearing a Santa hat. A wedding where the past was so long forgotten it felt like a different era. A baby crying as Emma held it in her arms.
A life. A marriage. A family. It was all right there standing in front of her, wiping away a tear that had fallen. The offered loving kiss told her that her heart, her happiness, and her future were all completely safe.
The End.
A/N: A big thank you to PJ and Shira for making this piece happen. Not only did they edit the text, they also listened to a lot of self-doubts over the past six months! I love you both more than I'll ever be able to adequately convey.
