Emma's jaw dropped when Regina opened the front door, "Sorry, I must have the wrong house," she stammered before turning around.
"Miss Swan," Regina said, a hint of fake annoyance in her voice.
"Regina? Oh my god," Emma cupped Regina's cheeks and cocked her head sideways. "Are you in there? Did someone body-snatch you?"
Regina rolled her eyes, "You're being ridiculous."
"No, seriously! Last time I saw Regina she was wearing a black skirt, she looked all formal and shit. But you, you don't look like you've been stuck in an office all day at all. You're wearing pants," She turned Regina around, "I might actually prefer those to the skirts though, it's really, really.. nice," Emma grinned. "And your hair! I mean," she ran her hands through Regina's hair, "what's this? Your hair looks like you've just had wild sex." Emma gasped as if she'd just witnessed the biggest scandal of the century, "did you just have sex?"
"Not yet, but give it time," Regina smirked when she saw Emma blush. That shut you up real fast, Miss Swan.
"Yep, okay, it's you and not some body-snatcher. Hi," Emma said, looking everywhere but at Regina, "I like your glasses."
"Thank you Miss Swan, come on in." She directed Emma towards the kitchen, "Do you want some wine?"
"I can't, I drove over here, I have a strict no drinking and driving policy."
"I wasn't exactly planning on sending you home tonight, Miss Swan."
Shut the front door. What the flying fuck?
"The guest room is all yours."
Oh. Yeah. Of course. Stupid Emma. You're being stupid. "I thought you said you'd only let me stay long enough to watch a movie if I was good and now you're telling me I won't be leaving. That's mighty presumptuous of you, Regina."
"We're you planning on being bad?"
No. Yes. I don't know. What constitutes being bad? "I've not decided yet," Emma chuckled.
"If you are, I'll call you a cab," Regina said as she handed Emma a glass of wine. "What do you do for a living, Miss Swan?"
"You are like the queen of topic changers."
"Now you're being the one whose evasive."
"I'm an illustrator. It's mostly freelance work though, have you heard of Gabriel Moreno? He's this amazing illustrator, he does hand-drawn line work and digital coloring. He's amazing with details. Definitely someone that inspires my work, but I'm nowhere near his level."
"I have to admit, that is not at all what I was expecting. You'll have to show me some of your work sometime," Regina cracked a smile.
"Yeah, I will. I'm actually doing a project for a children's book at the moment. It's challenging, but I like a good challenge." Emma frowned, "Wait, what were you expecting?"
"I thought for sure you'd be a professional pizza flipper."
"Who the fuck flips a pizza? That defeats the whole purpose of a pizza!"
"That's definitely one strike against you, dear." Emma just looked puzzled. "You swore. That's not good behavior."
"I can't help it, it's embroidered into my brain, part of who I am."
"Excuse my language, Miss Swan, but that's utter bullshit."
Emma gasped, "Why is it okay for you to swear?"
Regina smirked, "I said excuse me first."
Emma laughed. "I don't think that's how it works, but whatever rocks your boat."
"I could recondition you."
"You could do what now?"
"Reconditioning, dear. It's when you replace something bad, restore it to it's original state."
"Ha, how were you planning on doing that?"
Regina walked over to Emma and stood behind her, her front pressed into Emma's back. She smiled when she felt Emma stiffen. "Well, for instance," she let Emma's ponytail slide through her fingers, "every time you say fuck I could do this.." She twirled the ponytail around her hand before yanking it, effectively putting Emma's head against Regina's chest, still holding her hair into a tight grip.
Emma moaned. A god-honest what-can-you-do-about-it guttural moan. Goddammit motherfucker.
Regina chuckled and brought her mouth close to Emma's ear and huskily whispered, "Then again, that may not be the proper way to recondition you, it seems to have quite the opposite effect." You do not hear me complain though. "Perhaps I should buy a squirt gun, soak you every time you say words like fuck."
Regina's emphasis on the word 'fuck' was the hottest thing Emma had ever heard come from those luscious lips. Wait, what? She's doing this on purpose. Who the hell calls a water-gun a squirt gun? She wouldn't be opposed to some soaking though, especially while f.. Stop it. Just. Stop. "Or you could just not do that," Emma mumbled.
"I'm not sure I want to let go of you," Regina's voice was almost inaudible.
"How are you gonna make me dinner if you're holding me in a deadlock grip?"
Regina immediately released her grip on Emma's hair, not wanting to make the blond uncomfortable. She hesitantly placed a hand on Emma's waist, "turn around."
Emma wasn't sure if it was a request or a demand but obliged all the same. Regina's fingers wrapped themselves around her elbow pushing them softly forward, placing Emma's hand on her waist. Chestnut eyes stared straight into her soul and Emma wondered if the loud thunder she heard was Regina's heartbeat or her own. Her thighs clenched uncontrollably when Regina pulled her closer, chest to chest, "Regina, please.." Emma pleaded.
"I want to." Regina said, momentarily shutting her eyes. And by the gods did she mean it. She wanted to ravish Emma. Explore her mouth with her tongue. Drown in those hazel eyes. She couldn't help but notice the way Emma's chest heaved, so incredible eager. "You're not ready, Emma." She groaned when fingernails dug into her waist.
"You don't get to decide that," Emma bit back angrily.
"I should check on dinner."
"Stay. You promised me. You promised you wouldn't run. Stay."
Regina's heart ached when she saw Emma's eyes gloss over. "I'm not running Emma. I'm right here, but until you truly believe that .. I can't."
"Goddammit Regina," tears streamed down Emma's face, her body trembling all over. A fist slammed on Regina's shoulder, "I need you. You promised."
Regina pulled Emma into a tight hug while the girl sobbed. She cooed her softly, "I'm right here, Emma. I'm not going anywhere. I want to. Please believe me. I'm not saying you're not ready because I don't want you. But you still think I'm going to run. I don't know how to make you believe that I won't. Tell me what I have to do to make you trust in that."
"Kiss me," Emma said, "kiss me and I'll believe you."
"I can't make you believe with a kiss Emma. I need you to believe it with your heart."
"Why do you flirt with me if you don't want me?"
"Oh sweetheart. You couldn't be further from the truth. I very much do want you. You're not the only one that's scared. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You make me feel things Emma. When you're not near me I miss you. At night when I wake up, I look for you."
Emma clang to her tightly, "I'm so mad at you right now."
"I know. Tell you what, why don't you go curl op on the couch for a bit, sleep if you want. I'll finish dinner. We can talk afterwards."
Emma didn't say a word as she untangled herself from Regina. She didn't dare look her in the eyes and with a shaky breath made her way to the living room.
Good job Regina. That went well. Regina sighed before turning her attention to dinner. A roller-coaster ride it was indeed and her heart went out to the woman when she heard Emma softly cry. Sleep Emma. I won't leave you. I promise you, I'm right here.
Regina had let Emma sleep for about an hour before she had woken her up. Emma had been quiet during dinner, avoiding Regina's eyes at all cost. Regina had wanted nothing more but to take Emma's embarrassment away, to tell her it was okay, but she found herself at a loss for word. It was evident that Emma was hurt by what had happened and that had never been Regina's intention. And now they had been sitting on the couch for the past thirty minutes, both completely lost in thought. It was Emma who spoke first.
"I feel like a sugar-addicted kid in a candy store who's been told he can't have any," she grumbled.
Regina couldn't help but chuckle at that. She glanced over at Emma, "Are you still mad at me?"
"I don't know, I guess not. Part of me is relieved that you seem to want the same thing as me and part of me is furious that you refuse to give it to me." She looked at Regina and softly added, "Because I really want it.. It shouldn't be this big of a deal you know? It's not how these things are suppose to play out."
"How are they suppose to play out?" Regina asked.
"I don't know, you meet someone, make out a little, live happily ever after. The usual stuff."
"Life is hardly a fairytale, Miss Swan," Regina mused.
"Yes, you've made that abundantly clear."
Regina inhaled sharply, "I don't want you to resent me for looking out for you."
"I don't resent you. I'm frustrated. I don't know how to fix whatever it is that I'm not showing you."
Emma sighed. It was weird talking so openly to Regina about their feelings. She desperately wanted to show Regina that she knew she'd be there, but didn't have the faintest clue how to go about it. But she also didn't want it to be this complicated.
Regina reached out a hand and played with Emma's hair, letting soft curls slide through her fingers, "Do you think I'm wrong when I say you're not ready?"
"I don't know. I want to say yes. I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions, but I also know you have my best interest at heart, so you can't be all that wrong. You don't make it any easier though with all the flirting and touches."
Regina's hand stilled in Emma's hair before she pulled it back completely. "I'm sorry," she said, guilt evident in her tone.
"I didn't say I wanted you to stop," Emma said before reaching over and taking Regina's hand and dropping it on her head. "I'm just saying it makes it more difficult, but it feels really good, so you can do that all evening, as punishment," Emma smirked.
Regina smiled, "It's not much of a punishment dear, I enjoy it thoroughly."
Well. Let me fix that for you. "Close your eyes."
"Are we going to play another game?"
"Nope. I'm gonna give you a proper punishment," Emma said, a newfound determination and confidence seeped through her voice. "Now close your eyes."
Regina took a deep breath before closing her eyes and mumbled, "If you're gonna dump water on my head I will make you pay."
Emma laughed as she got up from the couch, "When I'm done with you, you're gonna wish I dumped water on your head."
"I trust you," Regina said and Emma wasn't sure if it was a reassurance meant for Regina or an encouragement to herself.
"Good, that's really good. Don't move, I'll be right back, keep your eyes closed."
"Miss Swan, I'm allergic to water. In ninth grade we went to a swim paradise - well it wasn't much more than a swimming pool at the time - and by the time we left my body had a rash all over and I itched for days."
Emma snorted, "That's a real nice story Regina, you're getting better at bullshitting your way through! Relax though, I didn't leave to grab water, I'm not as evil as you."
"Wait, you're back already?" Regina asked.
Emma was amused by Regina's look of confusion, "Maybe I never left, you'll never know."
She had planned to go to the kitchen, but when she noticed a scarf draped over one of the chairs she decided to grab that instead. She hesitated when she stood in front of Regina, unsure how to proceed, it was all nice and well telling Regina she was going to punish her but she hadn't thought that statement through. Right. Tease her back. She straddled Regina and both women blushed immediately.
"You better keep those eyes shut, but I'll help you with that, because I am such a thoughtful person," Emma said cheekily as she wrapped the scarf around Regina's head. "Right, how many fingers am I holding up?" She gave Regina the finger and chuckled softly at the silliness of it all.
"I have no idea, I can't see a damn thing," Regina grumbled.
Emma snorted, "Language, Regina!"
Now what? This was such a good plan, Emma. You are so creative. Regina would have driven you insane by now. Honestly, put some effort into it."
"You don't know what to do next, do you?" Regina laughed.
"Shut up. Just out of curiosity, if you were me right now, what would you do?" Really? Good plan, Emma. Good plan.
"If I tell you, how will you know if it's truly what I would do to you or if I'd just be saying it because I want you to do it to me?" Regina mused.
Goddammit. She slapped Regina on the shoulder, "You're impossible. Now be quiet, let me think."
Regina chuckled as she put her hands behind her head.
Now. What would Regina do? Just focus. Stop thinking about the fact that her thighs are directly beneath yours and that she smells heavenly.
Emma's eyes wandered over Regina's face. She looked completely relaxed and a little smug, her lips curled up slightly. God those jaws. What I wouldn't do to kiss along them. Her eyes followed the line of her jaw to her neck. She tried to ignore the fact that she was becoming more aroused with the minute and the thought of what she wanted to do to Regina. I mean. Look at those collarbones.
"Would you like a week to think about it?" Regina grinned.
Emma didn't respond, instead she reached out with a finger and traced along Regina's collarbone, soliciting a hiss from the older woman. Interesting! Her finger slowly traveled down lower as she tugged on the fabric of Regina's shirt. "My, Regina, what a nice rack you have there," Emma said in a mock voice. Really, really nice.
"All the better to smother you with, my dear," Regina replied huskily.
"Oh my god Regina! Is that the porn version of Little Red Riding Hood?" Emma snickered.
Regina laughed, "If it's not, it definitely should be."
"So Regina, tell me. Are you ticklish?" Ticklish? That's the best you've got?
"No."
"Are you just saying that?" Emma squinted her eyes, before realizing Regina wouldn't be able to see that.
"No, it's true. Kathryn and I were really drunk once and she started to tickle me for whatever reason and it did nothing, so naturally I tickled her back and she peed her pants."
"That's gross, how am I ever suppose to look her in the eye again without that visual?"
"No idea, Miss Swan. So, when does the punishment start? I mean, if you straddling me was the punishment part I feel obliged to tell you it has quite the opposite effect."
Ha. A way in. Success! She leaned forward, trying with all her might not to focus on the fact that her breasts were now in direct contact with Regina's and that she wanted nothing more but to grope them. "What effect does it have on you Regina?" She whispered in Regina's ear. Dear heart, please stop pounding so loudly in my chest, I'd like to hear Regina's response. Thanks!
Emma squirmed when she saw Regina lick her lips, "Well, the usual really. Elevated heartbeat, difficulty breathing steadily, dry mouth, a throb between my legs and an insane desire to put my hands on your waist and pull you that much closer," Regina said with a calm voice, as if she was reciting today's grocery list.
Emma's chest was heaving, "Fuck," was all she muttered, "Do it."
"Do what exactly, Miss Swan?"
"Everything," Emma breathed heavily.
Regina chuckled, "How is it that I'm the one that is blindfolded and you're the one that's squirming?"
"Because you're an evil weapon of mass seduction."
Regina reached forward with one hand and pushed Emma's hair out of the way, her lips softly brushing against Emma's ear and with a silvery voice whispered, "Not quite, dear. You see, if I was evil, I'd take off this blindfold and put it on your head instead. I'd put my hands on the small of your back and press my thumbs softly into your waist before sliding that t-shirt of yours upwards and I'd drag my fingernails up, softly scratching, unless you'd like it harder. You know, the kind of fingernails digging that leaves angry red welts, those are quite delicious too."
"Then what?" Emma asked with a raspy voice, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs, her eyes firmly shut.
"Hm," Regina mused, "then I'd pick you up, with your legs wrapped around my waist and then we would probably fall over because I'm not all that strong, but for the sake of fantasy, let's say I'm incredible strong."
Emma chuckled.
"I'd carry you up the stairs, into my bedroom and I would lay you down on my incredible comfortable bed. Your hair would be all over the pillow and you'd look incredible sexy and eager. I'd hover over you before straddling you and tell you how badly I want you and how wet you make me. I wouldn't kiss you yet, but I'd kiss your neck, leaving thousands of soft kisses-"
Emma moaned and clenched her thighs.
Regina chuckled, "leaving thousands of soft kisses until you'd moan just like that. Then I'd put my mouth on yours and it wouldn't be a gentle kiss. My tongue would demand access into your mouth and it would find yours for the briefest moment, and then I'd suck your lower lip into my mouth, perhaps even bite it softly. I'd take your hands and place them over your head and I would tell you that I was going to make you feel so incredible good. My hands would trail down your arms and I would chuckle because you would squirm and ache for more. Perhaps I would indulge you, by kissing your collarbones or leaving wet trails with my tongue. I'd tell you to arch your back so I could unclasp your bra. Maybe I would take off your t-shirt and your bra, or maybe I would leave them on and just pull it down slightly revealing exactly what's hidden beneath them."
Emma was trembling, her breathing shallow, "More."
"I would roll your nipples between my fingers, before covering them with my mouth and flick them with my tongue. Then I'd probably decide that I really would appreciate to see all of you and take of your shirt and bra anyway. Perhaps I'd kiss you again, more slowly this time, passionately, just my lips nipping at yours. Tell me Miss Swan, are you wet?"
"Yes," Emma whimpered.
"Touch yourself."
"W-what?"
"It's not a request, Emma," Regina said coyly before moving her hands down to Emma's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping it. She reached her left hand up to Emma's right hand, trailing down from her shoulder until she found it, and brought it to her mouth, placing a soft kiss on her fingertips before placing it at the hem of Emma's pants, slipping it inside and removed her own hand. "Touch yourself, slowly and gentle."
When Emma's fingers dipped into her wetness her breath hitched in her throat.
"Breathe, Emma. Breathe. Slow circles." She placed one hand at the back of Emma's head, pulling her head close to her until her lips made contact with Emma's ear again. "Now, where were we?"
"Kissing," Emma's voice was all rasp.
"That's right. I'd kiss you until your lips hurt. Then I'd tell you to turn over before straddling you again. I'd trail my nails down your back, kissing each scratch that would appear, until you'd beg for more. Perhaps I would indulge you, but I think I'd tease you some more by kissing your waist, the small of your back before making my way to your neck again. My lips would nip at your earlobe, perhaps my tongue would slip inside the shell, not everyone likes that. Tell me, Emma, what do you want?"
"More," was all Emma managed to say, her fingers covered with wetness, softly circling her clit.
"I suppose I'd tell you to roll over again then. Kiss my way down your stomach, all the way down to the hem of your pants. I'd unbutton them and take them off. I don't think I could stand being away from you too long though. Perhaps I'd place a chaste kiss right there before kissing my way back up. I do love to tease. I'd lay down next to you, half on top of you and take that scarf off your head, I wouldn't be able to stand not looking into those gorgeous eyes for what would come next."
"I-I am not t-taking yours off," Emma panted.
"I never expected you to dear. A little faster now."
Regina immensely enjoyed feeling Emma tremble against her. "I would kiss you again, until you'd feel like you were gonna pass out from lack of oxygen. Then my fingers would trail down and before they'd slip down into your wet folds, I'd tell you to look at me."
"Regina, please," Emma pleaded.
"I'd dip a finger into your wet folds and I'd moan because you would feel so good. Faster now, Emma. I would tease your clit, for a moment, before I'd apply more pressure. Perhaps I'd slip a finger or two inside of you, if you'd ask me, and use my thumb instead, but either way I would tell you how beautiful you are."
"I'm gon-" Emma started to say before Regina cut her off.
"You are beautiful Emma. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on and I want to do all those things to you, and I promise you I will do all those things to you. But what I really want right now, is for you to feel good. Come for me, Emma. I am right here and I am not going anywhere," Regina said.
Emma's orgasm was a silent but oh so intense one as she stopped breathing, Regina suppressed a moan herself, not wanting to sound like a total perv. She removed the scarf from her head, her eyes still closed as she wrapped Emma in a tight hug, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm, "Breathe, Emma."
And Emma did, as she removed her hand from her pants and wrapped her arms around Regina's neck. She softly and almost inaudible whispered, "You are amazing."
Regina smiled and placed a kiss on Emma's shoulder, "As are you, my love, as are you."
A/N: Thoughts?