A/N: Sorry for the delay uploading the rest of this fic. It's always so lovely to come back and read it, but as always, the books are written in a better way! Please take this chapter as my absolute thank you for your support. Please, please consider leaving a review on amazon if you have already purchased the books and enjoyed them… Enjoy. (NSFW)

Chapter 10

Isabelle - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

The passing of fifteen days had culminated with Regina's second set of test results being negative for pregnancy. Cora was relieved, and Regina got confirmation of something she already knew. She had done her research and believed in Emma's conviction. Emma could not get her pregnant, at least not now.

The morning at school had flowed with normalcy and ease, both Emma and Regina agreed to meet at lunch since they hadn't run into each other all day. Regina made her way into the large open space filled with people who were still strangers; they had all somehow become familiar faces that she knew nothing about.

As brown eyes searched the place, she spotted two very familiar blondes standing by the food line. A smile broke free, and Regina made her way to Emma and Elsa. While narrowing the distance between her and them, she noticed Emma's clothing was slightly different than usual. The soccer jacket had been replaced by a black leather one, it hugged her perfectly, just as the slightly loose jeans that flirted with her lower hips, —those beautiful hips Regina knew so well and loved. Regina smiled and raised a brow as she spotted the thin chain hooked on the denim and back pocket. Emma's slightly differing look was most certainly provocative. Regina placed a soft hand on her lower back; slipping it right under the jacket.

Emma immediately turned and found the one smile that had absorbed her entire universe, she beamed.

"Hey," Regina said, hugging Emma tightly; she looked up into green loving eyes, and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips.

Emma's hands responded by finding her small waist and welcomed the kiss. "Hey," Emma said.

"Hey, Regina," Elsa said, giving her a friendly smile while taking a red apple from the large food display.

Regina smiled kindly and returned the greeting "Hello, Elsa."

Seconds later, Regina intimately ran a well-concealed hand on Emma's lower back. "You look..." Another kiss. "Different today… Stunning... yet, a little different; we match."

Emma smiled and raised a playful brow. "Oh yeah?" she teased.

Regina rolled her eyes and blushed. "Yes."

Emma was still holding Regina's waist casually. Affectionately.

She scanned her and grinned; loving every inch of Regina's wear; she resembled a dark ballerina. The dress was white with black leggings; her petite torso hugged by a killer, black leather jacket. Emma bit her lip and smiled feeling her heart burst. "Well, you look..."

Regina's brow arched as she waited for the words.

"You look gorgeous, Regina..." Emma's eyes darkened a little, definitely lust and love. "like always," she added, pleased.

Regina smiled and gave her an intimate, suggestive look. "Thank you,"

Emma scanned herself and shrugged, ready to expand on the reason behind her more comfortable attire. "I rode my brother's motorcycle to school today." she mentioned.

Regina frowned immediately, mildly concerned. "And you know how to drive those?"

Emma chuckled at her sweet girl's reaction. "I do... don't freak out; I even have a license and everything."

Regina accepted the answer. "I thought your brother was going back to New York today,"

"He is... that's why I begged him to let me ride her." Emma explained.

Regina let out a small laugh while Emma turned to the food display and grabbed a perfectly wrapped cheeseburger, —then another.

"Her?" Regina asked; brown eyes moved to Emma's tray and then back to loving, green eyes.

"Yeah... I love that thing; I'm lame enough to have a motorcycle license and no bike... she's totally a girl." A charming grin painted Emma's face.

"You are not lame, Em..." Regina furrowed her brow.s "I had no idea you liked motorcycles." she commented.

Emma smiled taking a piece of pie this time. Regina's eyes following her food choices the entire time.

"I love them... in fact, I'm saving to buy one." Emma grinned.

Regina took in the new knowledge, but couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "Emma your calorie intake is very alarming."

Emma looked down at her beautiful tray, and her stomach growled so very happy to know it would devour it all in a few minutes. "What?"

"There is an average of three hundred and three calories in a cheeseburger; you have two... and not to mention the other roughly three hundred and sixteen on the apple pie, that equals to nine hundred and twenty-two grams of empty calories; that is half of what the average person should consume in a day; —I haven't counted your drink yet." Regina lectured.

Emma wanted to defend her stance, but instead, she watched as her girlfriend's darkly manicured hand, took one of the burgers away and replaced it with a salad. She frowned. "But..." Emma whined as she watched Regina put the other oh so lovely half of her lunch back on the food display.

Regina smirked and placed a salad on her own tray, Emma still looking at her with a sad frown.

Regina chuckled while shaking her head.

"But... I'm a growing girl, I need my empty calories, and besides, I'll burn them all later today, I have a game remember?"

"Emma you eat two cheeseburgers almost every day, regardless of your continued physical activity, it is bound to catch up with you eventually."

Emma smirked. "Yes, I eat them every day because they are delicious, and I'm fine."

Regina tilted her head to the side and gave her adorable blonde girlfriend a small warning look, arched brow and all.

Emma huffed and moved forward on the line; Elsa chuckled and murmured, "You are so whipped."

Emma deadpanned.

Elsa continued to parade her amusement. "What? You are" she mouthed and shrugged. "She's right, though."

Emma rolled her eyes. —God, I am whipped, fuck!

The school day had culminated with the start of the first official soccer game of the season; the boys would be playing against Westside Private School, and Emma would be substituting their forward. She was known as the star forward and captain on the girl's team. Therefore, the anticipation and expectations were running high for many. While some self-satisfied spectators awaited her failure, others eagerly expected a worthwhile game.

Mary Margaret and Regina sat next to each other among the crowd and scanned the field. Emma was still not in sight, though the hyperactive crowd was more than ready for the players to come out. She gently squeezed Regina's arm and smiled at her. "I'm glad you could make it, I know how much it means to her to see you here. —I also know you are all very busy with exams this week."

Regina smiled. "I wouldn't miss this, Miss Blanchard, there's no place else I'd rather be." she said honestly.

Suddenly, Mary Margaret's smile turned into an uneasy frown and Regina didn't miss it. "I've noticed she has been acting a little— distant these past few days... Is everything ok between you two?" Mary Margaret inquired.

Regina knew exactly what the woman meant. Though the behavior she'd gotten from Emma wasn't distant, they were far too close for that. However, Regina observed Emma had become more withdrawn towards other people, frustrated with school work, and a little short tempered with anyone who looked at them the wrong way; this was indeed very out of character behavior for the usually relaxed, quiet and sweet girl. "We are ok— However, I have also noticed a change in Emma's behavior lately." Regina added.

Mary Margaret sighed while shielding her green eyes from the setting sun; she pushed a smile "Maybe I am overreacting; perhaps it's just the pressure of the tests and the demands from her soccer team." It had to be that, of course.

Regina smiled and quietly nodded. —She accepted Mary Margaret's answer but knew there was something going on inside her girlfriend. She could also feel the hesitation in Mary Margaret's response. Sometimes it is far too easy to tell yourself a lie and pretend everything into normalcy; into something that feels good. Regina wasn't keen on stroking denial's ego; she would most definitely keep a close eye on Emma.

…

"Ah, there they are..." Mary Margaret pointed happily, and Regina turned to see the school team walk out, including player number 7, her beautiful Emma. She smiled.

Regina felt an unwavering sense of pride at watching her girlfriend stand out in the group of males. Her talents prevailing over the tedious gender lines.

Back on the green field, Emma turned to the crowd and caught sight of her Regina and mother proudly smiling as they cheered her on. She thought it was impossible to find new ways to love Regina, but each day that passed, more and more of Regina encompassed her world extending its edges —expanding and stretching her beating heart to be able to fit in more, so much more. She'd do anything for Regina... she adored her so.

Emma reached for her foot and pushed it back as she began her non-negotiable routine of stretches; she worked on her muscles and breathing as the opposing team made its way out, ending up right across from them one by one.

The testosterone in the air was bold and inevitable; behind the heated line of war, they eyed each other competitively.

Sitting in the front row, Regina kept an eye on her girlfriend and her brother, of course. All the while, Emma could not peel her menacing glare from one of the players. Her nostrils flared as she caught sight of Robin Locksley's mocking grin taunting her composure. There was a pending and hovering bad energy between them ever since the day he so lewdly stared at Regina like she was something to eat. His reasons still obscured in Emma's brain; she could only pin his jeering and lecherous interest in Regina to juvenile idiocy, though she had to admit that the twisting knot in her stomach only made her want to give into violence. She clenched her fists.

Robin Locksley was a cocky bastard, and every inch of his demeanor was drenched with exactly that. Emma didn't know much about him, but his interest annoyed her; he obviously lived for the thrill of the chase. In fact, Robin turned to the crowd as if searching for someone in the sea of people.

Emma took a deep breath and turned to find his eyes on Regina; the beautiful girl wasn't hard to find. He smirked shamelessly, and Emma felt a growl birth at the base of her belly, coals burning through every vein. It was officially on.

She locked gazes with Regina who simply had no eyes or smile for any other. Emma smiled back at her.

Back on the field, challenging eyes met again.

Emma was not a person to use the word hate, though every fiber of her being told her the little prick deserved to have his ass kicked. None of the words her mind was concocting spoke of restraint. Fire raced through her body as she clenched her jaw and fists. —Breathe Emma... the fucking prick is just trying to piss you off... just... breathe.

Emma tried her very best to remain calm as the game's start was announced through the speakers. The match was at its peak. Sweaty players ran freely through the field executing their moves with passion and concentration. The score was tied, and the crowd on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. 2 - 2 and only a few minutes left. The winning goal rested on the shoulders of their star forward, Emma Swan.

Mary Margaret anxiously fidgeted as restless green eyes followed her daughter's agile moves; all the while refraining from indulging on the nagging desire to munch on her nails.

Emma readied herself and ran towards her designated spot. Their coach, of course, eyeing them like a hawk; the man was a fantastic trainer; he had faith in all his players and teams, but his hopes to execute this last play rested on Emma's talent.

Mary Margaret and Regina held on tightly to one another literally on the edge of their seats. The tension in the crowd could be cut with a knife, many cheered on and singled out player's names, some whistled and others shouted as they clapped with anticipation.

Caleb passed the ball to a midfielder with smooth ease, the other boy caught it with agile feet and ran with it, only to be intercepted by Locksley a few steps away.

Fuck!

Emma cursed between her teeth as she watched the checkered ball get stolen from her teammate. They had been working on that play for the past eight minutes and did not have much to spare. The ball started to roll further and further away from Emma passing from one set of opposing feet to the other.

"Fuck!" she hissed feeling her blood boil.

Emma's eyes followed the ball and when she realized it had ended back on the little bastard's hold, she left her position. In a moment of temporary madness and personal rage, Emma went after what she wanted herself.

Back in the crowd of shouts and whistles, Regina furrowed her brows. "What is she doing?" Mary Margaret frowned, submerged in absolute confusion as she watched her daughter break the established dynamic of the game. "I... Don't know." she muttered.

Emma's team players looked at each other and shrug confusedly. They ran towards her trying to defend whatever move she was planning to make.

A vein popped from the coach's temple as he watched his star forward tear the play to pieces— "What the hell are you doing, Swan?!"

Emma's darkening eyes were fixated on her prey, everything around her completely blurred and gone. The only thing she could feel was the adrenaline in her veins and the royal desire to break his stupid face.

The vexed coach chewed on his gum tightly and slammed his board to the floor. "Damn it! —SWAAAANNNN!" His roaring shout completely drowned in the louder noise of the passionate crowd.

In the meantime, Robin tried to run away with the ball when Emma completely aware of her senses, swept him with her foot and a shoving push; the sweaty boy winced as he plummeted to the ground and cried in pain. He cradled like a baby and clung to his shin.

The roaring crowd went wild as the loud sound of the whistle brought the game to a halt. Regina's jaw hit the ground, and Mary Margaret covered her face in disbelief. A red card was flashed on Emma's face by the referee. "You're out!" he shouted with a neutral face.

Emma's sneered at the idiot on the ground; she couldn't find the will to care. Part of her felt a rush of satisfaction. She wiped her sweaty face and walked off the field, soon finding the disappointed and lost faces of her teammates. Their frowns hit hard and reminded her of what she had done; they would have to go to playoffs without her; she had probably cost them the win.

Regina moved through the crowd as she excused herself and rushed down to the field and her girlfriend. "Emma!"

Once down there, avoiding a couple of bodies on the way wasn't difficult, she spotted Emma and jogged to her. "Emma!" Regina shouted once again and noticed the coach was going off on her.

Emma turned at her name being called by the familiar, beautiful voice and ignored the scolding words of the bellowing taller man.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SWAN?!" he thundered out, while tiny drops of spit sprinkled out, emphasizing his fiery speech.

With a tight frown, Regina interjected. "Please don't speak to her that way," she managed in her most intimidating and paradoxically enough, respectful tone.

"It's ok Regina," Emma murmured, she felt deserving of the verbal vomit for letting her impulses get the best of her.

"No, it is not!" Regina stuck her nose in the air and challenged the coach defensively.

The tall man looked down at the tiny thing while chewing on his gum with an annoyed look on his face— He turned to Emma. "Who da hell's this? he asked.

Regina inspected the man; immediately picking up on his thick New Yorker accent.

"She is my girlfriend coach... Look I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened." Emma apologized honestly.

"You just blew our chance to win the first game of the season, Swan! That's what happened!" he ranted.

Regina stood there with knitting brows as this horrible man screamed at her girlfriend. She watched Emma take it with a bowed head. Regina hated every second of it and could feel her heart splinter.

"I know sir," Emma said with broken spirits. She really did feel like shit, not only had she let her team down after all their hard work, but also thrown weeks of practice and careful planning down the drain. He walked away, and Regina Immediately searched for her eyes.

"Oh, Em... sweetheart, are you alright?" Regina cooed.

Emma nodded and met those beautiful, and devoted brown eyes. She pushed a cheerless smile "I am, baby, don't worry."

"What happened? Why did you trip that guy?" Regina asked.

Emma shook her head and stalled. "Nothing... I just misjudged my distance; that's all," She tried to ease her lover with a small smile.

Regina knew what she'd seen but decided to smile softly and nod, for now... "Ok, let's go home and study." she proposed.

Emma took Regina's hand and kissed it. "I have to shower first... and I brought my brother's bike, remember?" Green eyes were back to their natural soft light.

"Right... I had forgotten about that." Regina said.

"I'll meet you at my house like we planned?" Emma tried.

Regina nodded and leaned in to place a kiss on Emma's lips. "I'll see you there."

Emma had easily beat Regina to her house; Neal's motorcycle allowed her to skip all afternoon traffic with ease.

The girls had been spending a considerable amount of time together the past few weeks, compared to the past month. However, Cora and Mary Margaret had, of course, had the talk and made it a life mission to intercept their encounters casually; making it almost impossible for them to have quality time together. Emma and Regina had been growing tired of Cora and Mary Margaret always being there, ready to startle them into absolute annoyance.

Tonight, the teacher gave them their space; she knew they had been studying for a test the following day. It was now almost midnight, and Emma felt like she still didn't know enough.

They sat on the shiny hardwood floor of Emma's room; a few candles on the nightstand for mood, music in the background, and Emma's bed as a backrest. She growled at the complex formulas on her notebook and huffed. Her beautiful blonde head fell freely on the edge of the mattress. "I don't get this! It's just too much, Regina..." Emma whined with furrowed brows.

Regina was concentrated on solving a problem effortlessly; she continued to write. "You are ready, Em... you know the content, and you will do incredibly well tomorrow."

"How can you be so sure?" Emma asked, still doubting her skill.

Regina stopped writing and turned to look into her lover's worried and stressed eyes. She smiled, caressing Emma's cheek. "Because I've seen you solve a dozen of those in the past five hours, and you are doing great," She leaned in to place a small kiss on Emma's lips and went back to her problem.

A knock on the door and they both turned. Mary Margaret's smiling head popped in. "I am going to bed, girls... goodnight,"

"Night mom," Emma said, and went back to her notebook.

"Good night, Miss Blanchard," Regina smiled.

Mary Margaret closed the door and immediately opened it again, her head popped in out of nowhere startling Emma, green eyes widened. Geez!

"And please girls, don't do anything I wouldn't, alright?" Mary Margaret chimed in, and Emma rolled her eyes.

Regina blushed and nodded with a polite, small smile. She knew what that meant.

"Night!" Chippered Mary Margaret with a smile and closed the door.

Annoyed, Emma snapped. "What do they think we are? —Twelve? —Seriously?" She scoffed.

Regina simply took her hand and caressed it, giving her lover an understanding look, she too felt overprotected.

"I mean, I'm a woman, I'm not a kid! If I we want to have sex we will." Emma added, so ready for the irritating day to be over.

Regina smiled. "I know, love... I'm so sorry, I feel the same way, but apparently, they don't see us as we see and know ourselves to be, just don't let it get to you." She continued to gently caress that soft, milky hand she adored.

Emma shook her head and felt the anger dissipate thanks to her. Everything seemed to come back to Regina. She went back to her notebook and gave the problem another try.

Another hour went by, and they were almost finished. To Emma's surprise, Regina looked as awake and alert as if it were the middle of the day; she was writing away so skillfully. Emma smiled feeling that unique sensation in her chest. Regina was so concentrated on her task that she didn't even realize Emma had gone to her door and locked it…. She swallowed hard and kneeled back down right next to her. Denim-covered knees supported her body on the hardwood as she leaned softly and kissed Regina's neck.

Untied red chucks twisted as she contorted herself closer. Brushed dark hair to the side and continued to place sweet and titillating kisses on Regina's pulse point.

Regina stopped writing and closed her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, giving Emma better access to her neck. She put her mechanical pencil down in the middle of her neat notebook.

Emma softly pushed the straps of Regina's dress off smooth shoulders and brushed her lips on them. They felt like exotic silk.

With eyes still closed, Regina shivered, "Emma... we shouldn't."

Another craving kiss. This time, Emma pushed her wanting tongue out. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispered against Regina's neck.

Regina shook her head. "No... but, —ah..." she shuddered with pleasure.

Emma nibbled on her earlobe while cupping a small, full mound in her hand.

"Em..." Regina whispered with so much want; it made Emma feel the numbing ache push against the fabric of her jeans. Regina felt her own arousal starting to come down her tight walls. Her head was already spinning, loving the way Emma's hands and lips worked in such perfect sync —the way Emma made her feel was as fascinating as the fact that she could savor every single touch in her mouth.

Emma looped her arm on Regina's front and pulled her up to her knees, Regina complied.

Pressing her front to Regina's back, Emma continued to make her fly, brushing that wet tongue on her enticing neck. A pale hand gently ran up a legging covered thigh, pushing Regina's pretty and expensive dress up.

"Em..." Regina moaned, feeling that same hand curve on her clothed sex. "Miss Blanchard said..."

Emma claimed every single inch of that sweet, olive skin, while Regina was losing her ability to think and speak clearly. All she could feel was her body getting lost in the titillating electricity Emma's lips, and fingers ignited. Regina felt Emma's arousal pushing on her lower back as she continued to kiss her way into Regina's heart and mind as she pulled her closer.

Regina clenched her jaw.

"I really need you right now baby... please..." Emma begged so softly and sweetly to Regina's ear.

It was still so hard to believe Regina's kisses belonged to her. Adoring caresses for the most important person in her life, the way Regina brought Emma to her knees always made her want to cry. She didn't.

Regina threw an arm back and looped it around Emma's neck. She quietly whimpered as Emma continued to knead on her clothed axis avidly, pushing her into the bulging erection Regina knew all too well was just beautiful and blinding.

"I want you so bad..." Emma moved her hand to the waist of Regina's leggings and brushed her fingertips between the breaking point of the garment and sweet olive skin. "Can we?" Emma begged between kisses on Regina's neck and shoulder.

Drowning in pleasure, Regina nodded, while Emma's hand dipped into the constricting leggings, bypassing lace and immediately feeling molten desire.

Regina moaned again, and Emma quickly lost composure. Her skin flushed in a rush of excitement; her sex twitched inside her slightly loose jeans. "Oh, baby..." Emma managed, feeling both Regina's and her very own ache.

Regina's entire body shivered in ecstasy as Emma continued to gently but steadily stimulate her glistening, hot flesh.

Emma reached into the book bag on her bed, retrieving a condom from the hidden pocket inside. She continued to kiss and nibble on an incredibly aroused Regina as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down with her underwear just below her buttocks. Her provoking hardness sprung up almost touching her delicate, flat stomach.

She slipped on the rubber and continued her devoted, soft, and passionate attentions on Regina, pushing black leggings and matching lace down her lover's thighs.

Regina immediately felt Emma's hard arousal so vividly brush her skin. She felt her knees weaken as the desire smoldering between her thighs dripped down. She bit back a moan.

Emma was drunk in love; she was so high on Regina's love it drove her straight into madness, a head-on collision she chose so fucking gladly.

As Regina felt Emma pushing up the back of her dress, she opened her eyes softly, still caressing the back of her neck as she reached back. "What are you doing?" Regina managed between soft whimpers.

Emma continued with her steady attention, so transfixed in the deadly darkness of Regina's thighs... so warm and so, so wet. She caressed her lover's neck with soft pink lips. "Do you trust me?" Emma whispered and licked Regina's ear while brushing her slick wet digits from Regina's sex, up to her abdomen.

Regina closed her eyes and let her head fall back on Emma's shoulder. "I do... Of course." she breathed out and shuddered.

Emma kissed her softly. "It's ok... just trust me, but I'll stop if it hurts you, please tell me... If you want me to stop."

Regina nodded eagerly and turned on.

Emma took her length and directed it to her girlfriend's wet velvet, all the while driving her to the edge of insanity as she stroked her most secret nerve with need and care.

Regina closed her eyes and braced herself as she knew by now what to expect. The initial ache was always there, but it quickly turned into the most beautiful and paradoxical kind of pain.

Emma closed her eyes and flew high as her beloved Regina's walls pulled her in. So wetly, so tightly— so perfectly. Regina took her in gently, her beautiful mouth open and fixed in place. Her brows found each other as she felt Emma's stomach touch her ass. The feeling inside her walls, definite, absolute and sated. "Oh, my God..." Regina's soft moan was devastating. It made Emma tremble as she began to move inside her lover.

"Are you ok, baby?" Emma breathed out so vulnerably, it made Regina love her more.

Regina nodded and leaned forward finding purchase on Emma's nightstand. Dark locks of hair fell freely on one side, while In a dreamy haze of satisfaction and ache, Regina could swear she saw one of the candles flicker, move within its own self-consumption. As Emma pushed in and out, the electrifying pang hit the edge of her. Each time. A tight grip on the bed next to them.

Hot, wet and easy strokes of a romance red colored and transcending.

She tried to muffle her moans as best as she could, the music in the background aided their fantasy. "Oh, Emma... it feels so good." she shivered as Emma circled her hips and started to pushed deeper... harder.

Emma's grip on Regina's hips was unrelenting. She watched with enthralled, enamored eyes how she came out and got lost inside her again and again. Regina's soft sounds were so beautiful. they were all she needed to survive.

Heaving, Regina moaned. "I want to kiss you... I want to touch you and see you... Please..." she managed, and Emma slowed down her thrusts. Regina leaned back and turned her face, Emma stayed inside but didn't move.

Green eyes found brown ones and reminded Regina of just how much love there was inside her. She leaned down to kiss her and softly caressed Regina's sweaty chest. Emma slowly pulled out of her and removed her own top. She sat on the hardwood floor. Green eyes looked up at Regina, waiting for her to direct it all. She called the shots and Emma wouldn't have it any other way.

Regina looked down at her beautiful girlfriend, all... of her aroused-self, and straddled her slowly. She leaned in and kissed Emma's delicious, sweet lips as she eased herself down onto her sex.

Brown eyes closed momentarily as she took Emma in completely and opened them again. Regina shuddered once the fullness consumed her, and her clit hit that searing end. She gazed into green eyes with untamed breathing patterns and delicious lips. Those curvy lips Emma lived for lingered on pink ones as Regina began to rock her hips. Her breath was so sweet, so warm and tempting. Emma wanted to kiss her so badly but this was transporting her straight into nirvana. She felt the in and out of Regina's breathing on her lips, just as she felt her on her hips. Emma's hands held onto Regina's wicked curves and squeezed deliriously.

Emma's eyes looked magical; maybe it was the night... the tightening arousal of the coming and going between their waiting bodies, or maybe it was just love. She wanted to keep this moment engraved to her memory until her last good day and beyond. Emma watched how right before her eyes Regina became the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth. The love of her life. She knew she would love her forever; there was absolutely no doubt in her mind.

She allowed Regina to do as she pleased, and so Regina did.

She made love to Emma without regression; she rocked her wanting sex against Emma, allowing her in as deeply as she possibly could, just until Emma could touch the top of her mind and beyond. Regina moaned on Emma's lips, and Emma could not hold herself anymore. The ardor in her heart and her sex lured her into that exquisite mouth, and so she claimed it, she kissed Regina so hard that night. She kissed her like she was about to lose her.

And that was how her heart began to break at her mind's wandering. She began to think and feel so much, while Regina continued to quicken her hard rocking of hips. Regina opened her mouth, and Emma could feel her tightening around her.

So, Emma moved forward and reclaimed control, she needed to love her more, to give her everything she had.

Her young heart was fracturing; it was cracking wide open by the most beautiful and blinding love. She laid Regina on the hardwood floor protecting her head with a pale hand. Regina moaned as quietly as she could, while Emma began to thrust in and out of her faster.

"Fuck baby..." Emma moaned desperately and claimed her lips hard.

Regina's orgasm began to extend; it seemed to have stopped mid-stride only to turn into something more, something more intense and intimate. Her time-starved lover continued to move with frantic passion and speed. With legs opened a little wider, Regina gripped Emma's ass and pushed her in. The sound of their bodies colliding could be heard, however, the music was louder.

Harder... Once, twice, thrice... and on. Regina's soft, muffled moans matched each deep thrust. She felt the obscenity tickle her tongue and bit her lip. "Oh! Emma..." she shivered as her hands grasped at the shiny floor.

Regina's body arched, she was lost in a mixture of Emma's kisses on her neck and her presence so deep inside. Emma took her to the peak of lust and showed her the entire universe on the back of her eyelids. "Oh... God... Emma..." Regina managed as she swallowed and choked back on love. She opened her mouth and locked it in place as she felt her lover catch up to her. Emma moaned as she came.

The aching and pulling in…

Regina was happily waiting for her lover to watch stars with her, her gift to her forever. She was so lost in her haze, while Emma's hopes dreams and love were collected by the rubber. Her body shivered, and a sob escaped her lips. She sobbed, and Regina's smile turned into a frown, a worried frown. She quickly searched for Emma's face that was hidden in the safety of her neck.

Brown eyes found green ones soaked in tears; Emma was bawling; her beautiful face so flushed and broken.

"Emma," Regina's expression was one of intense worry and ache; she didn't know yet why her lover was in this state, though she already ached for her. "What happened, love?" She desperately caressed Emma's wet cheeks and searched her eyes for an answer.

Emma stalled with a small chuckle. She was swollen and embarrassed. "I'm ok... I'm such a girl I'm sorry." She sniffed.

"Why are you crying?" Regina asked.

Emma shook her head. "It just got to me... the moment," She wasn't lying technically, but she wasn't going to make Regina sad with her fears of losing her.

Regina melted and kissed her softly. Deeply. "I love you."

Emma smiled again and nodded. "I love you, too," she finished and then kissed Regina's forehead as she pulled out of her gently.

…..

"Shit..." Emma muttered.

"What it is?" Regina asked curiously and looked down at her lover's sex.

"The condom broke..." Emma said, and looked into brown eyes.

Regina took a deep breath and let it go. "It's alright, those things happen, I believe... don't worry." She smiled and brushed her thumb on Emma's lips.

"I'm sorry... maybe I... I was too rough, I am so sorry, did I hurt you?" Emma was frantically falling into desperation and guilt at the mere thought.

Regina sat up and looked into her eyes as she cupped her cheek. "Emma... Look at me,"

Emma eased down and complied.

"You didn't hurt me... I really loved it," she said with a small smile and confident eyes.

Emma nodded and moved to help Regina with her clothes. Regina stopped her. "It's alright, love, I need to shower, anyway," She grinned softly.

Emma put her pants back on as she stood and helped Regina up. "Ok," Emma murmured.

Regina finished removing her leggings and then kissed Emma's lips gently. "May I go first?" she begged, and how could Emma say no?

"Of course..." she said, and watched Regina disappear into her bathroom as she turned over her shoulder with that smile…

She smiled, and Emma felt whole.

Regina always looked back when she walked away.

Always.

She could not stand the thought of watching her walk away forever.

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