Regina wrapped her arms around the baby laying on her chest, completely oblivious to the shit storm happening around her. She sat up slowly, making sure not to wake Robin. She stood and walked over to the bassinet in the corner of the room and laid her in it, making sure the blanket covered her growing body so she wouldn't get cold. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then walked out of the door.
She drives into town, her eyes catching sight of the clock tower, showing that it was almost noon. Her hands betrayed her and made the familiar turn down Emma's road, going all the way down the street when she made it to Emma's home on the corner. She turned off the engine and sat in the slightly uncomfortable seat, her eyes burning holes in the house with no lights on. Regina knew she was home, the hideous yellow bug parked in the driveway was enough proof she needed.
She let out an angry groan and hit her forehead on the steering wheel, hitting it with her hand a few times, and then finally sat up. She pulled down the shade with the little mirror inside and cringed at her reflection. Her eyes were swollen and there was black lining the bottom of them. It was clear she had been crying, and she could have easily fixed the mess with magic, but she simply wiped under her eyes and stepped out of her car.
How could one person make her feel so many things, she thought. How could one person completely change her life without either of them knowing she did it. How did this woman manage to lodge herself so deep into the Evil Queen's heart without her knowing she had done it in the first place. No matter what happened, she thought, she would always love Emma Swan, even if she didn't love her back like Zelena thought. She was going into the snake pit blind, and when she knocked on the front door and the blonde answered, she didn't know where to step. She just knew wherever she did step would be fatal.
"Regina," Emma groans, her voice raspy from sleep. Her hair was a mess, her eyes swollen and red, her tee-shirt barely covering her body. The last person she was expecting to see was Regina standing on her front porch, bare-faced and puffy-eyed.
"Hi," she replied nervously, her hands shaking behind her back. "Look, you were obviously sleeping so I'll just come back later." She took a step back and put a fake smile on her face, her confidence draining by the second. She turned and successfully made her legs move down the steps without falling and through the yard towards her car on the street.
Emma shook her head and stepped out of her house, shutting the door behind her. "Regina, wait," she called after the Mayor's retreating back. She ran down the steps and through the yard after the woman she loved.
Regina was reaching for her car door handle when she felt her other hand being jerked back by Emma, her back being pressed against her car, Emma's warm front pressed to her own, one hand cupping her cheek, and Emma's thin lips pressed against her plump ones.
Her eyes went wide for a split second, before one hand found its way to Emma's lower back, pulling her closer, and the other to the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
She could feel the hunger in the kiss, the need and desire. But she could feel the love radiating off of Emma almost in waves, their magic clashing together in the unexpected kiss. Their tongues danced an unchoreographed dance, finding their own rhythm together. Emma leaned down, never breaking the kiss and scooped her hands behind her thighs, lifting her up.
Regina didn't have a care in the world about who could see them in this intimate moment. She just knew that right now, in this moment, she wanted Emma to be hers more than anything in the world. She wanted it more than any revenge, more than any curse, more than anything. She wanted her Emma in any way she could get her, and if that was against a car in the middle of town, so be it.
Emma groaned and pressed Regina's back against the car, steadying herself before flicking her wrist and sending them into her bedroom in a cloud of gray smoke. Regina gasped out as her back was pressed against a wall, Emma's lips moved down to her neck, sucking roughly on the soft flesh, surely leaving bruises this time. Regina's head fell back against the wall with a thud as she groaned out. She wrapped her legs around her back, her fingers threading into her long blonde locks.
"Oh, God, I love you," she groaned out, not realizing it until the words escaped her lips.
Emma froze, her movements stopping completely. She released her skin with a pop and looked up at the Mayor with wide eyes. Regina's eyes are just as wide, if not wider, completely terrified of what Emma's reaction were to be.
A small smile turns the corners of the blonde's mouth upwards, her eyes filling with tears. "You… You love me?" She whispered, her voice fragile and soft. It was almost as if had she spoken any louder her voice would shatter into a million pieces.
Smaller hands cupped Emma's face and looked her in the eyes. "Emma Swan, I love your infuriatingly beautiful self," She whispered, catching a falling tear with her thumb. Emma leaned into her hand, turning her head and kissing her palm.
"I love you, too, Regina," she promised. The brown-headed woman smiled at the girl's confession, leaning in and pressing her lips against Emma's softly, almost as if they had all the time in the world to revel in each other's embrace.
They didn't rush anything the rest of the day, taking in every inch, every centimeter, every curve of each other's body. Every scar, every freckle, every beauty mark was taken into account. Every soft spot that made goosebumps trail across each of their skin was memorized and committed to memory, never to be forgotten.
The two didn't stop until the sun was setting, the different shades of orange and red and yellow beaming in through the billowy white curtains that covered the windows, showing the sea just beyond them.
The two women laid together in comfortable silence, the brunette tracing patterns across the expanse of the blonde's stomach. She shifted her head on her shoulder and looked up at her relaxed face, smiling as she pressed a kiss to the beginning of her jaw. Emma hummed out in approval.
"I don't think I will ever grow tired of this," she whispered, her fingers dancing over Regina's slightly scratched back. A small smile broke across Regina's lips, causing her to stop kissing her jaw. She reached up and grabbed her face, turning it towards her.
"You never will grow tired of it, my love, because you are stuck with me now," she vowed before pecking her lips. Emma chuckled and pulled her lover's body on top of her, her hands slipping down her back, her slightly clawed cheeks, and down to her thighs, pulling them forward, making the petite woman straddle her stomach.
Regina smirked down at her and raises a brow. Her hands move up to the thick thighs that were on either side of her. "I like it when you call me that," she said, kneading the thick flesh. Regina smiles widely and bit her lip.
"My love?" Emma's whole demeanor brightened at the name, raising a chuckle from Regina. She leaned over, a piece of curly hair falling in her face. She paid no mind to it, though, she just pressed her lips to Emma's for the umpteenth time that day, their lips performing a familiar routine.
She leaned back quickly, her hands on Emma's shoulders to help her keep her balance. "Let's go make some food," she suggested, climbing off of her and stepping onto the cold hardwood floor. Emma groaned behind her, slamming a pillow down onto her face.
Regina only laughed at her and stepped into the closet, pulling down one of Emma's gray wife-beater tank top for herself and the other woman, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts for the both of them. She walked back into the room, pulling the shirt back over her head. She easily hit Emma's bare stomach with the tank top, resulting in a loud pop and a cry escaping her lips, only to be muffled by the pillow.
The Mayor laughed out, doing it again, slightly harder this time. Emma cried out again and sat up, grabbing the ends of the pillow and chunking it at the abuser that used a tank top as a weapon. Regina tucked into herself, successfully taking the blow of the pillow with ease. She laughed in victory and threw the shirt at her.
"Get dressed, Emma. I'm hungry!" she whined, pulling the boxers up her legs and around her waist, adjusting them to make them shorter. Emma rolled her eyes and does as she's told, not because Regina told her to, but because she was hungry, too.
They walk downstairs together, hand in hand, Regina leading the two. She pulled her into the kitchen and stood in front of the nearly empty fridge, how mouth open.
"Emma, you have like no food in your house! How do you live? How the hell do you feed our son?" She gasps, shocked. For as much as Emma ate she would have thought that her house would be overflowing with food. Emma only shrugged and picked at her nail, sitting on top of the counter.
The Mayor rolled her eyes and walked over to the blonde. She set her hands on her thighs and spread her legs, standing between them, keeping her hands on her meaty thighs. She ran her hands up and down the soft flesh, her fingers pulling at the hem of the blonde's boxers. She bit her lips and looked up to the blonde bombshell.
"You know… I'm not hungry… for food anymore," she teased, pulling at her shorts harder, feeling them bugde a little bit. Emma smirked down at the insatiable woman and reached a hand up and brushed a piece of hair from Regina's face, tucking it securely behind her ear. Her thumb grazed against apples of her cheeks, smiling as a pink blush danced across her skin.
"It's a good thing I never tire of you, then," the blonde teased, resting her hands on Regina's hips and pulling her closer. She bent down and pressed her lips again her love's.
Regina groaned out and opened her mouth to Emma, her body melting into her's almost instantly. Her hands squeezed her thighs, her nails slightly digging into her soft flesh.
Too soon they were interrupted by a throat being cleared. Regina jumped away from Emma, the blonde's eyes going wide when she saw their son with his girlfriend's hand in his own, standing on the other side of the kitchen. Regina slowly turned around, backing up against the counter behind her.
"H… hey, Henry, Violet. What are you doing here?" Her voice was shaky, it sounded almost scared. She reached behind her and grabbed Emma's hand, squeezing it out of fear.
"Hey, Ma, Mom. Did you… not get my message?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Violet let out a laugh but covers it up with a cough, holding the back of her hand to her mouth. Henry, though does nothing to hide his smile. Regina turned and looks at Emma, the blonde shutting her eyes and groaning.
"Yeah I got it. Could you give your mother and I a minute?" Henry snorted and nods, pulling Violet up the stairs by her hand.
"Door open, Henry!" Regina yelled up the stairs, only hearing the girls muffled laugh as a response. She rolled her eyes and turned to Emma, her eyebrows raising, her arms crossing over her chest. "Where was our son?"
Emma blushed and hopped off the counter and walked over to her, taking her hand in her own. "He went to Violet's last night because she wasn't feeling good." Regina's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, as if to say something but Emma cut her off. "Everything is fine, Regina. He's here, he's okay, and he is smart enough and old enough to make his own decisions. It is okay." She cupped her face in her hands and kissed the tip of her nose, resting her forehead on the brunette's.
She said nothing, just leaned into Emma's embrace, wrapping her arms around her back. She rested her head on her shoulder, and let out a sigh. "I assume we can't exactly finish what we started earlier, now can we?" Emma chuckled and shook her head no.
"Wanna order takeout?"
