A/N: Heeeello, guuuys! So, I need a beta. If you like this story (or any other of mine) but you hate my mistakes, and if you are interested in helping me, let me know. Yes, I know about the beta service on the site and I'm using it, but it's a bit hard to find somebody... Anyway, I hope you like reading this chapter as much as I liked writing it.
A few days had passed since the clearing incident (as Snow would call) and Emma still didn't wanna talk about it. The blonde was avoiding her parents the most she could, getting shifts alternate with David and was conveniently on the shower or busy every time Snow tried to call her. She was almost excited by the fact she no longer had to share the loft with her parents, so she could just relax a bit without them around all the time.
That day, the Sheriff ended the patrol a little early and went home just wanting for a shower and her bed. Maybe, if everything went ok, she would even allow herself a little… relaxing time with her fingers thinking about some hot-as-hell Mayor's ass.
She walked into her apartment and went straight to the kitchen. She searched a bit before finding a chicken sandwich that Ruby delivered for lunch early that day but she skipped because she had had too much ice-cream. Speaking in ice-cream… She remembered the white drop falling between Regina's breasts a few days ago and started imagining what would be like licking it from the smooth darkened skin.
She imagined the Mayor laying on the bed, completely naked, and a bit of the sweet treat covering her breasts, her belly, her tights… She would lick it away, eating the whole thing while turning the brunette on. Then she would kiss her and the other woman would caress her body with her own, sinking her manicured nails on her pale skin and bringing them closer. They would make sweet love and come undone in each other's body and sleep together until the sun rose lazily on the sky the morning after…
Ok. Shower comes after I finish this.
Feeling her arousal uncomfortably between her legs, Emma walked to her bedroom and searched her drawers before finally finding what she was looking for. She was just unbuttoning her jeans when she got the message.
Regina: Are you awake?
The blonde stared at her phone, unsure if she should answer. She hadn't talked with Regina since that day besides a thing or another about Henry or work.
Miss Swan: Yeah. Any problem?
Regina: No… I was just wandering what are you doing?
Emma looked at the lube and the vibrator on her bed and grinned at the question.
Miss Swan: I was just thinking about you. Why? Do u miss me?
Regina: Thinking about me? And, really, dear, I couldn't care less about you.
The blonde sat on the bed wearing only her panties and wondered what the Mayor would be wearing.
Miss Swan: S texting me?
Regina: You didn't answer my question.
Regina: And why do you have to write like that? It's annoying!
Miss Swan: Yeah, thinkin bout u. And it's practical.
Regina: What are you thinking?
The blonde ran a finger over her thigh and bit her bottom lip. If the Mayor only knew…
Miss Swan: R U avoindin my question?
Regina: No, dear. It's just that I don't think it's a relevant thing.
The Sheriff looked at the hour on the screen of her phone and rolled her eyes.
Miss Swan: It's 2 AM. How it's not relevant that u r talkin to me now?
The last answer came just when Emma was about to put her phone away and start what the older woman was delaying.
Regina: Are you avoiding me, Miss Swan?
Woow… That was something… Green eyes blinked then stared at the screen.
Miss Swan: Yup.
Regina: Why?
Because I don't know how you feel about us and because I'm just about playing with myself thinking about you!
Miss Swan: Cuz I dunno what u think 'bout the kisses.
Regina: Do you think I would ever bother to send you texts or even kiss you in the first place if it didn't matter, Miss Swan?
This time, the Sheriff's jaw dropped to her chest while she read the text over and over again. Regina had feelings for her? No way!
Miss Swan: Waaaait… That means that you like me or something like that?
Regina: Let's just say I wouldn't mind to spend some… Quality time with you.
Miss Swan: Are you sextexting me?
Regina: Maybe… Why? Is it working?
Emma caressed her belly with a feather touch of her finger. She raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Miss Swan: U have no idea, dear.
Miss Swan: Tell me, Madam Mayor, what do you have in mind as "quality time"?
Regina: I could think a thing or two that fit in this description.
The Sheriff pinched one hardened nipple while writing the next text.
Miss Swan: Pleasing yourself while talking to me fits in this description?
The answer came later than what she had expected and Emma felt nervous about it. She knew it was a risky move, but she was horny and a little sleepy. She nearly breath out with relief when the text finally came.
Regina: Is that a propose?
Miss Swan: Some people ask why. Some people ask why not? ;D
Miss Swan: Have U ever done this, Regina?
Regina: If I have ever fucked myself thinking about you? Yes, dear. In fact, it's something quite hard to do while I'm texting.
Emma felt her panties drenching while she read the message. She crossed her thighs and bit her bottom lip, reaching her earphones on the bed table.
Miss Swan:Put your earphones.
Regina: Why?
Miss Swan: Just do it.
After sending the text, she waited a few seconds before pressing the dial button.
"Miss Swan, what are you doing?" The brunette's voice was husky and a little breathless.
"You said it was difficult to fuck yourself while texting. This way you have your hands free and I also can hear you."
"Good point." The woman murmured on the other side of the line after softly moaning.
Emma gasped with the sound and touched herself where it was beginning to ache in desire, letting out her own moan. It was some kind of delicious torture hearing Regina pleasing herself like that and the Sheriff was sure that this was one of the most sensual experiences she'd ever had.
"I wish I could see you right now." The blonde said breathless and had a throaty chuckle as answer.
The whole time they did this, the vibrator remained forget besides the Sheriff, who couldn't think about anything but the sound of Regina feeling pleasure and her own lust that increased with every single thrust she did. Two fingers were too little to satisfy her now. She needed more. She needed the brunette.
"Fuuuuck!" Emma nearly screamed when she came, but she didn't stop the movements.
"Don't stop, Emma." Regina said and, with just a few seconds, the blonde could hear the woman Cumming. It was too sexy to even think stop touching herself. After the first one, the orgasms came one right after the other while they shared the sounds until became to hurt.
"I can't anymore, Regina." The blonde barely managed to say.
"You'll stop when I say so, understand me?" The Mayor's voice was bossy and just served to turn Emma on again. It was too sensual the way that woman would deal with everything and domain every situation. The blonde kept thrusting her fingers more and more, doing what she was requested. It was good knowing the brunette felt so much pleasure in this.
"Regina… Please…"
She heard the last scream and came painfully one more time. It was heaven and hell. She breathed heavily and kept her fingers still inside her. She hadn't had any power to move an inch and, by the sounds on the other side of the line, she knew she wasn't the only one who was drained.
"Good night, Emma."
She just hummed, incapable of saying anything.
The blonde slept without even hanging up.
A pretty sleep without dreams.
"Emma?" A soft voice called her as an arm gently shook her shoulders. "Are you ok, sweetheart?"
"What? Mom? What are you doing here?" She asked in confusion trying to win a fight against her sleepiness.
"It's almost noon and you weren't answering your phone. I came by to check out if everything was ok with you."
"What?!" Emma abruptly sat making her phone fell from the bed.
"It's ok. You must fell asleep while hearing music after the patrol last night and…" The pixie-haired woman leaned to pick up the things that were now on the floor and froze her movements when she realized she was about to grab a big purple rubber cock. "What is that?"
The blonde looked on the direction her mother's eyes were darting and felt the blood stop running through her veins, suddenly needing to cover herself up.
Why me?
"Ahn…" She couldn't manage to say a single word besides this and then the blood started running again, faster and in more volume then before making her blush.
"I know what it is, Emma!" Snow cut her off. "I mean… Oh my god!" The brunette covered her mouth with both hands to restrain a scream of horror and frustration looking more like her old roommate than her mother.
"Look, calm down, ok? It's no big deal."
"Of course it is! Did you ever think about how would you feel like if you saw Henry doing something like this?"
"Well… Technically I wasn't doing anything besides sleep when you came here." She said in a more defensive way than she would like. "And now that you know I'm fine, can you just leave me alone? Please?"
Snow's eyes grew wider as countless thoughts crossed her mind on that instant.
"I need a shower. And to eat something. It's just that." Emma rolled her eyes like she could read the other woman's mind.
"Oh god… I'm sorry! I'll just… Ok." She turned to the door before stopping again. "And… You might want to clean it up before using again because it fell on the floor and –"
"Oh my god!" Emma screamed. "Go away, mom! Now!"
The blonde dropped her head on the pillows beneath her and screamed with all of her lungs when she finally heard the front door clicking shut.
WHY ME?