A/N- Thanks for all the comments and reviews. If you have any questions and/or corrections feel free to PM me about them. I'm not infallible and neither is my memory; sometimes I mess up a detail or two. Just let me know and I'll get around to fixing it (because I'm just that obsessive). Oh, and this next chapter is gonna be SwanQueen realness...so...yeah...you've been warned.
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"Just listen a moment-" Regina called out.
"I'd really rather we just forget-" The blonde jerked opened the door. "-that I said anything. Ok?"
"I can't agree to that."
Emma glanced over her shoulder once more. "Whatever." She mumbled and turned her back on the brunette. However, the door swung forward, pulling the knob from Emma's hand, and slammed into the frame. The blonde heard the distinctive click of the lock. "Unlock the door."
"No."
"I'm not asking."
"That doesn't concern me-"
"Damn it, Regina." Emma twirled around to find the brunette gazing at her with an odd expression. "Don't torture me."
"I don't want to torture you. Not really, anyway." The brunette walked around the table and approached the blonde slowly. "I'm sorry I didn't answer immediately. I was not sure what it was that you were asking."
"And now you are?" Emma held her breath.
"Yes."
"And?"
"And…" Regina moved closer still. "I think you should know that I do not compare you to Robin or Daniel because you are all different people. Robin was brave and Daniel was pure of heart. But you, Emma, are something altogether...different." The brunette put a hand on the blonde's chest, over her heart. "I have never met someone so fiercely loyal in all my life. You never give up."
"I think that's called stubbornness."
Regina smiled. "Honestly, the word relationship is not one of which I am fond. There is a certain weight and responsibility that it carries. Every relationship I have ever had either fell apart or was acted upon by some outside force and destroyed."
"I know." Emma shrugged. "But I don't believe in this destiny stuff. I believe there are many paths and you take the ones according to your gut and the information you have at the time. Things seem to work out mysteriously according to some fucked up plan around here, but it doesn't mean that there aren't different versions of it depending upon our actions." Emma took a deep breath as Regina watched her closely. "I say all that to say this: if we wanted this to work, there's not anyone that could stop us, but us."
Regina looked at her a moment before wrapping her fingers in Emma's hair and bringing their lips together. It was Emma's turn to be surprised. However, she recovered quickly and reached down to pull the woman close. Their mouths melded and met with passion and longing as the blonde walked the brunette backward toward the table-top.
Regina felt the wooden surface against the back of her thighs and quickly reversed positions on the blonde. The brunette shoved Emma hard and she fell backward. No sooner had her back hit the table, than Regina was climbing astride her. Half expecting to see a riding crop, Emma looked up at the woman who gazed down at her.
They stared at one another a moment, neither half-believing what was happening. Emma broke the silence. "I want this."
"That's all I needed to know." Regina whispered and clutched the blonde's shirt tightly as she lowered her lips once more to Emma's receptive mouth.
The blonde ran her hands up and across Regina's backside to discover that her stockings were in-fact pantyhose and that the brunette wasn't wearing underpants. Emma felt her mouth water. In one swift movement, she had shuffled down the woman's body and lay staring up her skirt at the faint glisten of moisture between Regina's spread thighs.
The brunette was confused as to why she was suddenly staring down at the table, but all doubt and worry left her mind as she felt the blonde's mouth kissing and caressing her thighs through the silk hose.
"Did I ever tell you how much silk stockings turn me on?"
"It never came up."
"Well, let me just say that I love pantyhose." Emma breathed in the scent of Regina's arousal and rubbed her lips over the ridges visible through the sheer silk. A sharp intake of breath alerted the blonde to the fact that she was doing a good job. "I especially love that one isn't required to wear underpants with them."
"Oh?"
"Yes." A strong tongue explored the ridges with confidence, causing Regina to squirm.
"The best part, however, is how delicate they are."
"Delicate?"
"Oh, yeah." Emma confirmed again before nibbling a tiny hole in the hose, inserting both index fingers, and ripping the silk in half. Before Regina could so much as make a sound of objection, the blonde licked the length of her quivering folds.
"Oh." Regina said in shock and flinched in unexpected pleasure. Emma repeated the motion and the brunette shuddered at the feel of the smooth muscle spreading her folds and glancing her clit.
"Is that alright?"
"Yes…" Regina barely choked out coherently.
Emboldened, Emma explored the brunette's folds with restraint. Though her mouth was watering and her own sex was throbbing, the blonde licked and feasted upon Regina's desire. When she sucked the brunette's bundle of nerves behind her lips, the woman bucked against her mouth; causing Emma to moan.
Regina leaned forward and pressed her face to the cool surface of the table as the blonde continued to drive her wild. The woman rolled her hips against the blonde's expert mouth and reveled in the knowledge that Emma was doing all she could to give her exactly what she wanted.
The blonde flipped them suddenly and wrapped her arms one each around Regina's thighs as she continued to eat noisily. This afforded the brunette a magnificent view of the blonde devouring her so completely. The new stimulus had Regina moaning in want and threading her fingers in Emma's hair as she watched the blonde work.
"Do you like to watch?"
"Oh, yes. I do."
The blonde released her legs, spread them further, and then leaned on her elbows. She placed her thumbs on either lip to hold the brunette as open as possible. Emma looked up and met the dark gaze before lowering her mouth to the trembling, anticipating folds of her lover. She never broke eye contact with Regina.
The brunette, upon feeling the blonde's tongue inside of her, curling and pulsing and flicking, arched her back and released a quiet whimper. "Don't torture me."
"You don't want this?"
"I want…" Regina blushed, but was determined not to be embarrassed. It had been a long time since she had last made pillow talk; however, it didn't mean the brunette wouldn't find her voice.
"What?" Emma nibbled her gently. "What do you want me to do?"
"Make me...come."
"Right now?"
"Yes...oh, yes…"
Emma was secretly glad that Regina had her eyes closed and her head tossed back because she wasn't able to see the total loss of control come over her lover's usually composed face. The blonde had been barely holding it together as it was. What with the smell of Regina's warm sex, the tiny shudders and noises issuing from her, and the rasp of the silk panyhose, Emma was nearly at her wit's end.
She dove in, manipulating the woman's every nerve and pressure point with her strong, agile tongue. The brunette arched and twitched and shuddered beneath her until the blonde wondered which one of them it was that was in control; she felt that she was simply hanging on for the ride. Suddenly, the brunette gasped and shuddered hard against the table as her climax overtook her. Emma watched in wonder at the woman's highly anticipated release.
When she had brought the brunette down from her high, the blonde crawled up her body and kissed her fiercely so that whatever oxygen Regina had recently recovered, was stolen from her once again. Emma peered down at her as the brunette peered up. Suddenly, Regina grinned and flipped them; landing astride the blonde.
"My turn." She said devilishly.
Despite the blonde's blood spiking with desire and longing, she put her hands behind her head and acted relaxed. "Do your worst."
"Oh, dear. You couldn't handle my worst." The brunette snapped her fingers and Emma found herself completely disrobed. She covered her chest with her hands and surged upward.
"That's not fair-"
"I don't believe you are entitled to complain, Miss Swan." Regina put a hand on her bare sternum and pushed her back down. "You desecrated my pantyhose." The brunette reminded her and tweaked an erect nipple; causing Emma to bite down on her lip. Regina then leaned over and kissed down the column of her neck; sliding her clothed body down the naked one of her lover. The blonde found the sensation unique and arousing.
The brunette's lips glanced her left nipple and closed around it. Emma fought not to arch into the sensation, but it was exceedingly difficult. Regina sensed the woman's reluctance to submit to her body's pleasure. Smirking to herself, the brunette stroked down her lover's thighs; coaxingly pushing them apart them so that she could kneel between. Gentle fingers teased the small strip of coarse curls and the blonde did emit a small sigh, "Mmm."
Regina tenderly parted her folds and found the woman's sex wet and warm and receptive to her fingers. She pressed her thumb pad against Emma's clit and began slow, torturous circles. The blonde's fingernails scraped the table top and she pressed her head backward; clenching her muscles against the teasing ministrations.
The brunette found the woman's resolved control amusing and endearing. She switched her mouth to the woman's other breast, giving it equal attention while Emma quaked beneath her. Not until strong fingers glided inside her, did Emma finally let out a soft moan.
"Oh." She murmured as Regina filled her softly over and over while she continued to work on her clit.
"Finally." Regina smiled and kissed the bemused woman's mouth.
"What?" Emma asked breathlessly.
"A bit of feedback."
The blonde blushed. "I'm not much one for talk."
"Obviously." The brunette kissed her again and upped the tempo of her fingers. "But no matter, your body tells me all I need to know."
Emma's blush deepened, but she closed her eyes rather than reply and focused on the pleasure that the brunette was providing. Regina clearly knew what she was doing. The blonde was doing all she could to keep from falling apart, but the woman above her seemed to know exactly what the blonde desired. Emma was conflicted, however. On the one hand, the very thing she wanted most was now atop her doing her best to give the blonde everything; but on the other hand, Emma was accustomed to being the aggressor and was fighting for control of herself. It was difficult for her to hand someone else the reins.
Regina could feel the woman's unease; could see it too in the way she clenched her fists and fought for control. But the brunette understood that Emma wasn't fighting her touch, she was fighting herself. Flicking her wrist and curling her fingers, the brunette briefly passed over the spongy organ inside the blonde; Emma bucked.
"Oh." She sighed in surprise.
Regina fought down a smile and pressed the heel of her hand into the woman's folds, causing Emma to instinctively grind down into her palm. The brunette inserted another finger; stretching the blonde before tapping her g-spot gently. "Come for me." Regina instructed.
"I want to…" The blonde moaned and writhed now; losing a bit of her resolve.
"Let go." The whisper of her lover was nearly lost in the blonde's hair as Regina leaned up and over to nuzzle into her neck. "Let me take you." She said softly and kissed up the column of the woman's neck once again.
Emma felt the blinding peak rise before her. The expertise of Regina's hands and lips coupled with her soft tenderness were enough to undo the blonde. She brought her hands up to grab Regina's camisole as the waves of pleasure began to roll over her. Emma found herself climaxing whether she was ready to or not. Her body could no longer take the multiple-sensory stimulation that Regina was offering. She arched, writhed, moaned, and was finally replete.
The brunette slid off the table delicately and retrieved her blouse and jacket before waving a hand down her body to remove her ruined hose. As she looked back up, Emma was glancing around for her own clothing. Regina smirked and waved a hand casually over the blonde's body.
Emma looked down in surprise at the sudden appearance of her clothing. But as she moved, noticed something was amiss. The blonde hooked a thumb in the waistband of her skinny jeans and peeked down at her underpants.
"I don't own anything leopard print."
"You do now." Regina replied cheekily.
"Or lace."
"There's no time like the present to try new things."
"You can say that again." The blonde murmured and went to lean on the mantel in the same position that she had found Regina. The brunette came to stand beside her and Emma knew that they were both thinking the same thing.
