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Chapter Four: Endgame
Emma would not relent this time. This time she would run the show. "Hands and knees."
"NO." Regina had cried so much during the early times with Leopold that he started demanding that she endure him in that position, so that her anguished face would not get in the way of his satisfaction. The worst times were those occasions when her mind would seek to protect itself and her body by making her think of the one man she wanted to give her self to, while the reality was that she was a whore with a crown. "I don't want that."
Emma saw a flash of terror in the brunette's eyes, something her survival instinct had taught her to recognize; Regina schooled her reaction to play it off as being belligerent, but the blonde was quicker. It wasn't about the other woman trying to control their coupling, rather, it was from a memory resurfacing, a scar making itself known. Whatever else they were to each other, however much they used sex to express loathing, there was always an underlying respect, a sense that they each recognized the other a worthy adversary.
She nodded and watched as Regina shook off the memory and slowly splayed her legs, accommodating her between them. She hovered over the other woman, making sure to look her in the eyes as she spoke. "Take my cock and rub it against your pussy."
She looked down and watched the tip of the black dildo making a maddening visual of spreading the brunette's labia and slowly massaging her clit; she became even more dangerously undone by the sight of a plump bottom lip between perfect white teeth as Regina watched her reactions.
Emma slowly lowered her lips to Regina's, eyes commanding the other woman to release her lip and accept the impending kiss. Of course, Regina had to sneak a small smirk before it could happen. In retaliation, Emma suddenly pulled back, while on instinct, Regina lifted her head to chase the promised kiss from swollen lips.
She spared a quick downward glance between them, "Take me in first." Later, Emma would wonder where she found the self-control to engage in this quick mind-fuck and not jump in to the actual fucking.
"And if I don't?"
"I take it off, fuck myself with it while you watch, then walk away to leave you to yourself, Madam Mayor." She then gently move her hips up, making sure that the dildo slid up against Regina in a slow tease.
"Bitch..." Regina hissed as her body arched. She grabbed the shaft with her right hand and canted her hips while her other hand latched onto Emma's ass . Once the tip was in, she moaned in relief when she felt the blonde push into her.
Emma had a plan. It was brilliant and went something like this: one, bring harness and cock, and make sure that she and only she will be wearing it; two, drill the bitch hard until her stupid judgey eyes roll back into her head; three, drill the bitch some more after slipping a hand against her own clit; four and most important, get off spectacularly; and five, go home with harness, cock, and dignity.
It was par for the course for her that the first push be slow with a hint of pause once all in. It would be better for both of them down the line. Right? But then Regina did this involuntary thing that threw her game plan out the window. She knew it was not calculated by the way her breath hitched and by the look in her eyes before she shut them tightly .
"Emma..." Regina sighed as she felt the blonde bearing down on her, almost gently. It was absurd, Regina thought as they began moving together, that something resembling reconciliation was hovering about. They were nothing to each other then, they were obviously and publicly nothing to each other during these past few weeks, and they were certainly nothing to each other now, even with their limbs and lips fused.
The only battle the blonde found herself fighting that night was the battle to not come before Regina did; she won by mere seconds and not without almost biting her own lip bloody from the effort. Having pulled out, she rested for a few moments on top of Regina. She thought the other woman must have been too worn out to object to being a pillow, maybe she was also a little too tired to come up with an insult or two that perhaps involved the word "peasant" before tossing Emma out on her ass.
"I should go," Emma mumbled against Regina's neck.
"Uh-hmmm..."
Regina's hummed assent ended as vibrations in her throat and chest. Her hands did not receive the memo and remained resting on Emma's unscratched, unbruised, unmarked back.
"This doesn't mean we'll be all nice and civil to each other now, does it?" Emma lifted her head then, to see Regina smirking with eyes closed. "Cause us being chummy would just be unbearable."
"Heaven forbid. Whatever else, twice, but not that." She felt Emma's weight settle back down onto her. It was not unpleasant. Well it wasn't, until she felt the younger woman start fidgeting, at which point she opened her eyes to find the other woman wriggling out of the harness while trying to remain plastered on her.
After wriggling back into a comfortable position, Emma asked, "Should we be worried that the score is one orgasm each and we're sort of resting a bit too early in the night?"
"No. And I didn't think it possible for you, but you are overthinking things, Swan."
"You know I'd forgotten whether or not I tasted cum or bile the last time I went down on you."
"Please. You forget your own name every time you're down there."
"You overestimate yourself."
"Not possible."
"Yes, possible."
"You're not drawing me into a school yard, "am not, am too" discussion."
"I just did."
"Did n-" Regina felt Emma deliberately painting a smirk against the side of her neck. "Your immaturity is remarkable."
"Word."
"You have to disagree with the insult, you know, to keep the ball rolling."
"Next time, maybe."
Regina chuckled. Emma just invited herself over, but she couldn't find the words that would irk the blonde just so, enough to mock but not to wound. The mood tonight wasn't right for drawing blood, physically and otherwise. Strange, given how much animosity towards each other they have been stacking up.
"Do you want me to move?" Emma asked, her voice drowsy.
At that very moment, Regina was comfortable and warm. Emma was not an unpleasant experience - just at that moment, a freak occurrence, surely. "Can you guarantee that moving means you won't jab me with those bony things you call elbows?"
"I'd really rather jab you with them at full strength and with premeditation."
"Then shut your face and help me make lunch tomorrow."
"Sold."
"Do not drown me with drool."
"Don't smother me with boobs."
The unspoken ending for that night was that the terrain defeated them both. That mattress must be sinking in the middle, perhaps due to some factory defect, and now it has two people on top of it that had to settle just so, one on top of the other, unfriends, unlovers, who despite themselves, are headed for an ending that people would call happy - but not to their faces, because allegedly, they don't even like each other.