This was a short sweet moment between Swan Queen from Regina's POV. It's only a little less than 600 words but in it I think it encompasses the beauty of Swan Queen Sexy Times.

If it sounds familiar, I had posted it on Facebook and Tumblr first, but feel that it belongs here.


Fate had Twice Given her Precious Gifts

"We don't meet people

by accident.

They are meant to cross

our paths for a reason."

Hips gyrating.

Breath gasping.

Emma moved in a rolling motion astride Regina's lap, whose naked back rested against a crushed pillow propped between her soft skin and the headboard. The bedsprings protested with every rock and jerk that Emma made, accompanying her gradually louder moans and signaling the soon arrival of her impending release.

Regina dragged air in raggedly as her hands left a lovingly cupped bottom and traveled over curves to cradle soft swelling breasts, relishing the feel of beaded tips against her palms. She held on as Emma bore down and her heat coated Regina's skin.

Lips came together, capturing, nipping and sucking before the slide of tongues stoked a fire beginning to rage out of control. It was moments like these where their connection was at its most pinnacle. It was more than just the physical act. It was visceral and emotional. It was something they knew they would only have with each other.

With a broken sigh of pleasure whispered urgently against her mouth, Regina slipped adept fingers into her lover's slick softness and won a whimper and then so much more as Emma threw her head back and undulated her throbbing arousal more forcefully against the welcome hand.

When two digits slipped into her quivering tightness and a coaxing mouth closed over her hard nipple, Emma crested brilliantly with a cry, feeling all at once loved, liberated, and overjoyed.

Emma greeted each pump with a trembling lurch and Regina's moans could no longer be held back.

Hot tightness gripped wetly at her and because she was so in tune with the writhing woman atop her, Regina released Emma's breast, turned up her face and was immediately met with her wife's thrusting tongue kissing her with a needy force to be connected everywhere.

Regina felt Emma cradle her head to hold her steady for her mouth's assault. She swallowed a torn shriek and then Emma's fingers were in her hair holding her close, wanting her never to leave as she rode out her mighty crescendo.

Finally, when her body was completely sated, Emma sucked on her lover's tongue one last time before collapsing against her limply and panting against a lightly perspired shoulder.

Regina slid out of her, wrapping her arms around a tapered waist in celebration. With each coming together, she felt that they had flown to even newer heights. Emma was a never-ending feast that enriched her life. Though she may not be so forthright to verbally admit it to the woman above her, she felt Emma's importance to her in every fiber of her being. Fate had twice given her precious gifts, Henry and Emma, and she would cherish them both.

It was with this thought that Regina rolled a gratified Emma onto her back, hovering over her on a propped elbow. She slowly traced a finger, taking a blonde tendril and moving it out of the way before placing a gentle and lingering kiss on a slightly damp forehead. The scent of heated flesh and hair enticed her still.

Regina was happy to let her sleep, but the peek of a green gaze and the caress of soft fingertips against her cheek alerted her to Emma's consciousness. The back of her head was massaged before slowly being guided down, bridging the gap between them and before their lips met again, Regina's heart leapt at the wide dimpled smile.

Many times, during the day, Regina felt like she was lost in that smile. But presently, she knew she was not lost, but happily found by Emma, never to be lost again.