Author's Note:
So I know quite a few people were hoping that the scene in the last chapter would continue, and if I wasn't so far ahead of what I've posted in this story, I probably would have written it for you guys, but unfortunately I wrote this chapter two weeks ago so that really wasn't an option, lol. There is a bit of fun in this part though, so I hope that makes up for it a little bit xD


CHAPTER NINE
Pancakes

When Regina awoke the following morning, she was consumed by a haze of confusion and pleasure as she arched her back, pressing herself deeper into the feeling as a sleepy moan fell from her lips. It took a few moments until she realized that the last thing she should be feeling when waking up was a mouth between her legs and she instinctively jerked backwards, her eyes popping open in paranoia and surprise. But strong, assured hands fell to her thighs, squeezing them lightly in an attempt to calm her.

"Relax, it's just me."

"You—" Regina tried, still only half awake and barely competent as she sleepily blinked at Emma, confusion still evident on her face as she tried to become aware of the reality of her waking world. After a moment's hesitation, Regina found the question she was looking for. "What the hell are you still doing here?"

Emma scrunched up her face in a sort of half-apology, sitting back on her haunches between Regina's thighs. "I fell asleep," she admitted. Emma's tone was tentative, as she knew Regina would not be pleased about that; though a lot of the lines in their relationship were blurred beyond recognition yesterday, there were still some things that Regina wished to keep intact. There was a disturbing level of intimacy associated with waking up beside someone and it was something Regina was neither prepared nor emotionally ready for. Her face darkened.

Emma took in Regina's expression and stated, sounding disappointed by what she had found in the other woman's gaze, "You're angry."

"What was your first clue?" Regina snapped, shifting away from Emma so she could sit up against her pillows. As she pulled her legs up to her chest, Regina noticed the tears in her stockings and realized, quite suddenly, that she was still half-dressed in the ridiculous outfit she had put on for Emma's pleasure. Though her corset lay forgotten on the floor, the straps of her garter belt pulled uncomfortably against her skin and Regina unsnapped them, wishing to rid herself of her attire. As she began to unroll her stockings down her legs, she continued, "You're overstepping your bounds, Miss Swan. If you don't begin to tread more carefully, I think you're going to find you won't like what happens."

Annoyingly, Emma did not look at all fazed by her threat. Instead she just watched Regina toss her stockings across the room, a little smirk plastered on her face as her gaze took in every dip and curve of Regina's nude form. "The 'hot mess' look really works on you, you know," she casually mentioned, completely disregarding everything Regina had just said.

The brunette immediately touched her tousled hair, irrationally self-conscious all of a sudden as she realized how she must look. She had done her hair and worn her makeup in such a way that it was akin to the appearance she used to favor as Queen, and there was no fathomable way that could look attractive in the morning. Regina scowled at her. "Don't mock me."

"I'm not," Emma told her seriously, still looking at her in that irritating little way that made a heat ignite in the pit of Regina's stomach. It made the Mayor unable to keep a hold on the anger she was meant to be feeling as she watched Emma crawl towards her body, her movements slow, yet precise, like a lion stalking their prey, expecting that she would start to run at any given moment. "Why do you think I tried to wake you up by fucking you?"

Unfathomably, Regina did not move from her. Perhaps though, her pride would never allow such a cowardly reaction. Instead Regina kept herself still, her eyes hard as she stared Emma down, challenging her. "Because you have the hormonal equivalency of an adolescent male?"

Regina's snarky reply only made the woman's smirk grow wider as she placed her hands on her knees, encouraging Regina to bring them down. Despite herself, the brunette complied, allowing Emma to crawl on top of her and straddle her waist. It was immensely difficult apparently, to deny one's self a pleasure that had already been allotted. The warmth of Emma's body spread through Regina as she looked up at the woman who had owned her body the previous night in some of the most degrading, yet pleasurable ways she could have ever imagined.

The façade of ownership, it seemed, held more truth in it than Regina was willing to admit.

Emma's nails raked softly over the curvature of the Mayor's hips, her eyes deadlocked onto Regina's as the blonde's wanton gaze stole any and all competent thought from Regina's mind. "Because you…" Emma breathed against her lips as her hands cupped the fullness of Regina's breasts, allowing the brunette's strained nipples to brush against her palms, "are the most breathtaking woman I have ever had the pleasure to look at."

Regina's eyes fluttered closed as the blonde pulled at her taut peaks, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core that had ignited with a burning passion at Emma's softly spoken words. Suppressing a moan, Regina leaned her forehead against Emma's, whispering the only truth she could feel in that moment as her fingernails dug deeply into the skin of Emma's hips. "I really wish you would stop saying things like that…"

Emma bit her bottom lip softly, allowing her fingers to trace a slow path up Regina's heaving bosom, bypassing her heart that was beginning to pound in anticipation beneath her ribcage. She wanted Emma to completely devour her, chew her up and spit her back out again, fucking all semblance of sense from her mind and body as Regina would writhe and beg beneath her, desperate to be hurt by her just a little bit more.

There had been a disturbing amount of accuracy when Regina had first believed Emma to be her addiction, for it seemed that no matter how much she had her, her craving would never find itself sated.

"I'll make you a deal," Emma began, her tone purposeful as she cupped the back of Regina's neck in a startlingly possessive manner, prompting the brunette's eyes to pop open and a small gasp to fall from her lips. Emma smirked at the reaction her simple gesture had caused, her eyes darkening as she basked in her ability to quickly reduce Regina Mills into nothing more than a needy mess. "I won't say anything nice to you for the rest of the day," Emma continued, her tone holding all the expectancy of one who sought to cause a strong reaction, "if… you make me breakfast."

Regina was momentarily taken out of her haze of lust at Emma's unexpected proposition, and the sudden disturbance to her wanton mood irritated her. She pulled back from her, raising an eyebrow at the innocent smile Emma had quickly plastered on her face. Regina's expression soured. "Boundaries, Miss Swan," she reminded her, her tone low and dangerous as she felt herself being manipulated.

"Hold on a second," Emma requested, already looking like she had won even though Regina had no intention whatsoever of allowing it. "You haven't heard the best part yet."

"Oh yeah?" Regina replied dryly, skepticism in her tone as she inquired, "And what might that be?"

Emma smirked, grabbing a fistful of Regina's tousled hair as she wrenched her head to the side, exposing her neck so that she could lick a long, tantalizing line up to her ear. Despite her current aggravation, Regina was unable to hold back the breathy moan that was exhaled from the feeling. "If you promise to make me pancakes," Emma whispered enticingly, her hot breath tickling Regina's oversensitive skin, "I'll bend you over the kitchen counter first and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a week."

The desire that had left with Emma's earlier request was suddenly back in full force, overwhelming Regina's senses as her fingernails pierced the skin on her thigh, trying to hold her resolve but feeling it begin to crumble in a rather embarrassingly short amount of time. Her response was the first thing she could think of, which was the rather pathetic protest of, "That is entirely unsanitary." Emma chuckled against her skin, playfully nipping at the base of her neck as she allowed Regina's desire to work against her futile insistences that they respect the boundaries of their arrangement.

"That wasn't a no," Emma reminded her as she pulled away to look down at Regina, knowing she had already won by how the Mayor was seemingly unable to stop herself from grasping at the firmness of her ass, bringing their hips impossibly closer as she growled against the flesh of Emma's throat over the irritation her weakness had brought her.

"You're intolerable."

"Maybe," Emma responded, her eyes falling closed as she allowed Regina to suck and pull at the skin of her neck, marking her in a wave of aggravation as she tried, desperately, to prove an ownership that they both knew that Emma really held. "But you like it."

Despite her wish to the contrary, Regina found she couldn't even begin to deny that one bit.

[x]

Regina's fingers curled around the far edge of the island counter, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt Emma's fingers brush teasingly over the apex of her thighs. "You know," Emma began, her voice low and sultry as she took in Regina's flushed appearance, "having you in this position makes me wish I had brought your punishment for waking me up the other day."

Regina tried to spread her legs a little more and push her hips back, desperately wanting more friction than what she was being allotted, but Emma pulled her hand away, content on driving her to madness. Regina scowled. "Do I need to be in a special position now for you to gag me? Because I'm fairly certain that could work in a number of different scenarios."

A loud smack echoed through the kitchen as the flat of Emma's hand connected with Regina's ass. The Mayor lurched forward, groaning over the combined sensation of pain and pleasure. "Did I say you could speak?" Emma exclaimed, her voice hard as her commanding tone held a rhetorical nature.

Regina smirked in response, content on playing Emma's little game, if that's what she wished. But she wouldn't take it lying down; that privilege had been revoked once the sun came up. "You haven't given me anything worth being silent for yet, dear."

Emma's hand connected much harder with Regina's ass this time, causing the Mayor to hiss in pain as the bruises that were littered all over her lower body from their previous night's activities were prompted into darkening. "You done?" Emma asked, her eyebrows rising in expectation. "Because if you're not, I could always use the ball gag and strap-on I bought on some other woman…"

Regina's head whipped around, her eyes darkening at Emma's words and its subsequent ability to silence her, even though there was a part of Regina that knew the Sherriff would never really do that; they seemed to be stuck with each other now, for better or for worse. Regardless of the idle nature of her threat though, Emma smirked at her little victory, and it managed to get Regina some semblance of a reward.

"That's what I thought," Emma said, voice dripping like poisonous honey as its sweetness sought to destroy her will. A solitary finger slid into the confines of Regina's tight passage, giving the brunette something, but not nearly enough to even begin to sate her need. Regina's fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, her knuckles flashing white as she tried to stop herself from demanding more, since she knew where that would get her right now.

"You'd like getting fucked like that though, wouldn't you?" Emma asked her, her other hand tangling in Regina's hair as she forced her cheek against the cool marble of the counter, wanting to see the desire in her eyes as she taunted her with promises of future pleasure. Another finger slipped inside of her and Regina moaned low in her throat, feeling herself almost filled enough to sate the ever growing ache between her thighs. "Wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" Regina gasped, not caring much for irritating Emma anymore, not when she was so close to being given what she wanted. "Gag me, whip me, you can string me up by my goddamn nipples for all I care right now, so long as you just—!" But Emma's fingers were retracted from her in an instant, being replaced by a hard slap that landed more between her legs than on her ass. Regina cried out, her nails scratching the surface of the counter as she panted with the delicious combination of pain and pleasure.

"As appealing as desperation looks on you, Mayor," Emma tutted softly, sounding amused by the response she elicited, "I don't think I asked for anything other than a one word answer."

Regina growled in frustration. Though she knew Emma would eventually give her what she wanted, it was agonizing torture until she got there. "You didn't actually specify," she bit back, unable to contain her instinct to challenge. There would always be a part of her that got off on riling Emma up, struggling for sexual dominance they both knew she would never have, but Regina craved to fight for all the same. "So maybe the next time you want a desirable result, you should try to rub two brain cells toge—oof!"

Emma's body flattened against hers so hard that it knocked the wind out of Regina as her abdomen was pushed uncomfortably into the edge of the counter. Fingernails dug into her ass, Emma's other hand forcing Regina's head back by her hair so she could look her dead in the eyes. "Do you want to get fucked?" Emma asked her, her gaze darkening with provocation.

Regina's breathing was labored, looking entirely at Emma's mercy except for one, perfectly curved eyebrow that rose when she countered with, "I don't know, I guess that all depends on how badly you want pancakes, doesn't it?"

Emma noticeably faulted, a retort failing to fall from her lips in a respectable amount of time. Regina's smirk grew wider.

Suddenly flustered by her lack of a proper response, Emma let go of her. "God damnit, I can't believe you just beat me over pancakes!" She actually seemed legitimately upset over that and Regina couldn't help but laugh at the pout that had graced Emma's once determined face as she hoisted herself off the counter top.

"You poor thing," Regina replied, only half-mocking her as she watched Emma's facial expression turn grumpy over her failure. She chuckled as she advanced on her, guiding her backwards with one hand until Emma's back had met the far wall. Covering Emma's body with her own, feeling the heat of their breasts press together, Regina lightly taunted against her lips, "You really want those pancakes, don't you?"

Emma's face soured before admitting in a small, albeit slightly defensive voice, "I can't cook. It's… been awhile since I've had some. Don't judge me."

Despite how she should probably feel about such an admission, Regina realized that may be the most adorable thing she had ever heard. Emma so desperately wanted something as simple as pancakes that she forfeited dominance, just so she could stand a fighting chance of having Regina cook her a nice breakfast. Her lips twitching upwards into the smallest of smiles, Regina snaked her arms around Emma's waist, holding her in such a way that it almost seemed domestically intimate. She chose, however, not to dwell on what that could mean.

"Stop pouting; you look like a child," Regina chided softly, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along Emma's silken skin. "I said I'd make them, didn't I? But you promised you'd do something for me first, and so far all you've managed to do is—"

But Regina's words were cut off as suddenly their positions were reversed. Emma slammed her up against the wall forcefully, fire in her eyes as she sought to make good on her word. "I'm really hungry," was all she offered as a response before their lips collided in a wave of bruising passion that coaxed both the breath from Regina's lungs and the sanity from her mind. She shuddered, falling into a familiar haze that she had recently found she couldn't fathom living without.

Though she would never admit such a thing out loud, Emma was by far the most skilled kisser that Regina had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She gave and she took with equal measure, finding the delicate balance many often sought between passionate lust and pure, unbridled emotion. She made Regina feel rather weightless, yet still managed to fill the pit of her stomach with a heavy yearning for every silent promise of pleasure that Emma's lips etched upon hers.

Grasping at the dip in the Sherriff's waist, Regina cried out against soft lips as Emma's fingers got lost between her folds. Her touch was firm, yet deliberately less than what Regina was truly craving. Emma had always liked to take her time with things, as though a part of her always expected that she would never be able to do this again. And perhaps before that fear was warranted, but they had now fallen too far, sunk too deep that the thought of ever ceasing was completely unfathomable. Yet Emma's fingers still mapped out every ridge, every dip, every curve of Regina's sex, memorizing it by a careful touch as she watched the pleasure splay out across the Mayor's face from her teasingly skillful ministrations. Still wanting, in the end, to know all of her.

"You're fucking beautiful, you know?" Emma breathed against her lips, an observation it seemed she was unable to contain as she watched Regina's lips part, her pupils darkening with lust as she panted out her approval of the things Emma was so easily able to make her feel. But the words struck something in Regina as a frightening feeling of warmth filled her chest once more, and so grasping the back of Emma's neck, fingernails just barely breaking the skin, she sought enough competency to speak.

"You said…" Regina gasped, her forehead resting against Emma's as her eyes closed, hips twitching in pleasure as Emma's fingers found the spot that was able to make her head spin and her vision fog. "You promised…" she tried again, a breathless reminder as she pressed her hips farther into Emma's hand, "that you wouldn't… mmphh… say anything… nice…"

A smirk slowly began to form on Emma's lips, remembering her earlier words. "Right, sorry," she chuckled against the hollow of Regina's throat. The sound felt as though it vibrated down her spine and Regina groaned low in her throat as she felt the heat of Emma's mouth on her, arching her back as, in that moment, she forgot everything else existed but the woman against her. "I meant to say," Emma whispered in her ear, amusement in her tone, "that you're so ugly that sometimes it physically hurts me to look at you."

Regina laughed. The sound was quickly enveloped by a loud moan however once Emma picked up her left leg, coaxing Regina to wrap it around her body as two of her fingers slid deep inside of her, a teasing fulfillment that Emma knew was still not enough for her. "Fuck," Regina breathed, shuddering in need beneath her as she clenched her muscles, pulling Emma in further, deeper. "More," she demanded breathlessly, to which Emma merely chuckled.

"Patience."

"I don't have any!"

Though Regina's eyes were closed, her face etched in desperation as her lions ached with a terrible need she found she could no longer suppress. She could feel Emma smile against her lips. "I know," she relented softly, as though it was something she almost loved about her. She gave Regina what she wanted though, easily working a third inside of her as she twisted, allowing the sides of her fingers to momentarily brush against the tender spot within Regina that made her gasp and quake with wanton lasciviousness.

Emma situated her hips over the hand inside of her, using the entire force of her body to push even deeper inside of her as Regina's back began to slam against the wall in a rhythmic motion. Regina grabbed Emma's face between her hands, crushing their lips together as she allowed the blonde to swallow every gasp, every moan, every whispered word of praise as she gave herself entirely over to the sensations that felt more real in that moment than the world that they actually lived in.

A surprised sound fell from Regina's lips as suddenly a hand was beneath her ass, lifting her up to allow her other leg to wrap around Emma's form as well. "You can't—!" Regina tried breathlessly, trying to make Emma understand that as she was a full grown woman, the likelihood of her being able to hold her up for very long was slim to none. But Emma just pressed her firmer against the wall, giving herself the leverage she needed as she slid a knee beneath the hand that was holding her up for extra support. A smirk crossed Emma's face, a challenging twinkle in her eye.

"Watch me," she told her firmly, set on doing this her way. Sliding her fingers out of her, Emma pressed firmly against Regina's aching core, knowing that their current position would've only allowed minimal movement if she had opted to stay within her. Regina's hold tightened in Emma's hair, her mouth falling open in a silent plea as Emma began to circle her fingers over her sensitive flesh.

"Look at me."

Her mind clouded with pleasure, it took an incredible amount of effort for Regina to do as she was instructed. There was a part of Regina which foolishly believed the gesture of looking into Emma's eyes as she brought her to orgasm would be nothing but erotic, but as their gaze connected and Regina's heart rate increased, the intense feeling of intimacy that passed between them startled the brunette so badly that she had to shut her eyes again. "No," Regina breathed against her lips, her heart having leapt into her throat as the feeling of tightness began to envelop her entire body as she got closer to the edge.

Emma didn't push her, knowing that there was only so much Regina could handle before she forced herself to run from it all; as it was, too much had happened between them already. So Emma just whispered the simple relinquishment of, "Okay," across her lips before she kissed her hard, increasing the pressure on her clitoris so hard that for a moment, Regina's eyes did pop open before they flew shut once more, the name of her lover falling from her lips as she cried out in ecstasy.

Emma held her firmly as she allowed Regina to quake against her in the aftermath of pleasure. The brunette's fingers were woven firmly in her hair, her face buried in her neck as her breath came out in short, labored bursts. "Fuck," Regina breathed, both as an exclamation of praise and a furious realization that she had said Emma's name, her first name, out loud when she came. That had never happened before, as Regina had always taken careful effort in insuring that it didn't. But Emma did not comment on it, which was probably a wise decision on her part.

Emma loosened her grip a little, letting Regina's feet hit the floor. Out of breath and feeling a little dizzy, Regina held on to the woman's side as she asked the first thing that came to her mind. "So," she panted, trying to find her grip on reality once more, "do you want your pancakes in special shapes, or…?"

Emma just burst out laughing.

TBC…