Here we have it, the last chapter guys :)
Thank you for reading to the end, i hope this ends things well.
Seriously have to take a break from multi chapter things with plot because i SUCK at keeping it all together, i feel like this story wanders a bit.
Mistakes are my own, i think i have caught them all though.
Please let me know what you think :)
Henry was safely ensconced in his bed, exhausted after the excitement and emotional turbulence of the day. The same could be said for his mothers. Emma had tugged Regina along whilst there was lots of greetings from various townsfolk, grip tightening on her hand whenever someone had given Regina a look. It was clear though that Emma was losing patience though, she was polite and gracious but really just wanted to go...home... Somewhere quiet at least.
They eyed each other from where they stood across the bed, finding themselves drawn here after all that had been said, after all that they had done together. Eyes travelled over each other, drinking one another in. It was just them now, no pretense, just Emma and Regina.
Lips met furiously as both women scrambled across the bed to meet each other. Hands threading in hair and pulling at one another – they lost themselves in the passionate kiss, only breaking away when the need for skin became too great. Regina pushed Emma's jacket from her shoulders and tugged her top up and over blonde hair, fingers grazing flushed skin. She swallowed the moan that came from dragging her nails along smooth skin. Emma pushed Regina back with a growl and straddled her hips, leaning down to claim red lips once again. She sat up, pulling the brunette with her and tugging the black coat off before they both fell flat on the bed again, Emma frantically working on the many buttons of Regina's shirt. Emma was lost. Her thoughts were on overload, senses overwhelmed with Regina. Her scent, the small noises she made as Emma trailed her mouth down a bared neck, the hitch in breath as she sank her teeth into a smooth shoulder. Fuck. It was almost too much for her to handle.
She scooted off the other woman and grasped her jeans and panties before tugging them off roughly, impatient to be pressed back up against Regina who was wriggling out the rest of her clothing. Not soon enough, to Emma's fevered mind, she slipped back onto the bed. Both women let out a groan as their bodies fit together perfectly. Emma captured Regina's mouth again, grinding her hips into the other woman, setting up a rhythm of rocking against each other. Regina tore her mouth from Emma and threw her head back unleashing a long satisfied moan. Emma attached her lips to Regina's taut neck, licking and nipping with her teeth whilst trailing a hand down to her core. She drew a finger through her own folds, uttering a curse at how fucking wet she was for this goddess. Their eyes met as Emma grazed her finger over the brunettes lower lip, entranced as a moist tongue peeked out to taste. Regina threaded her hands in blonde hair, crushing their lips together again. Emma slid a hand down again to plunge two fingers inside Regina and moved her head to worship heaving breasts. She slapped her free hand over Regina's panting mouth to stifle guttural moans, the sounds sending shivers down Emma's spine. She put her hips behind her thrusts, curling her fingers and stroking Regina's clit. Emma could tell that the brunette was close, her inner muscles fluttering. She claimed Regina's mouth again, resting her weight on her arm. Regina scored her nails down the blondes back as another finger was slipped inside her. Emma sucked in a hiss at the pain but it only heightened the sensation of everything. The brunettes back arched off the bed as she came. Hard. Her scream was muffled by the blondes mouth conquering her own.
This moment was so fucking right. Emma watched as the other woman came undone, emotions flitting across those regal features. So beautiful. She was still in a bit of disbelief about everything. About Regina not flaying her alive at the knowledge of her attraction. About Regina reciprocating her feelings.
Her own need prompted her to start moving slowly against an olive toned thigh. Knowing brown eyes lazily opened from a languorous haze. Emma was suddenly flipped onto her back, Regina settling comfortable between her legs, "My turn," she uttered with glee before leaning down to seal their mouths together again.
The dawn light started to peek through the windows, bathing the room in a gentle ambiance. Two bodies were pressed together head to toe, tangled amongst twisted sheets. Blonde tresses mingled with dark locks. Regina was trailing her fingertips gently down Emma's pale skin in front of her, brushing over freckles on her shoulders and the faded stretch marks on her hips. She couldn't believe what had happened. She never would have anticipated this, not in her wildest dreams. Yes to the animal attraction between herself and the blonde, that had always been apparent to her, but not to this emotional... something. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile at the feeling of warmth that suffused her very being. Last night had been the most incredible experience. Her eyes drifted shut briefly as flashes of them both moving together with urgency, lips colliding, hands grazing and grabbing dashed through her thoughts. She pressed her legs together to quell the arousal that shot straight to her core. She was exhausted. They had been up until the small hours of the morning, each round of lovemaking... or animalistic fucking - her lips curved into a smirk – had been more intense and passionate than the last causing them both to just collapse as sleep demanded their attention.
Safe.
Cora was not here. She had not come through. Henry was Safe. She was safe. Emma... Thank whatever higher powers there were, Emma was safe. She slipped her arm over the still slumbering blonde, pulling her infinitesimally closer and took a deep luxurious breath, taking in the scent that was just Emma. The unfamiliar feeling of being content settled on her.
Things would still have to be worked out. For one thing, they had to decide what they were actually doing. That there was an intense emotion connection could not be denied, and although Regina was fairly certain Emma would rather cut off her own leg than not pursue whatever this was there was still a smidgen of doubt in the back of Regina's mind. Doubt and fear that the courageous blonde would remember who she was... who she had been. Then again, Regina remembered Emma's reaction to that part of her in the dream scape. She was apparently a fan.
Henry. Would he have any issues of his mothers embarking on something decidedly friendlier than verbally ripping each other to shreds? Of that she was certain. She believed that he would be happy as long as they were happy.
The rest of the town could take a hike for all she cared.
Her thoughts were drawn back to the present as Emma snuffled in her sleep. Adorable. The blonde stretched imperceptibly before turning over in Regina's arms. She offered up a shy "Hey there," whilst blushing. So adorable. Regina reached up to brush some hair out of Emma's face, tucking it behind a soft ear. Emma searched her face for a moment before leaning forward to press their lips together. They gently explored each others lips, content to not make it more than just a light kiss.
"Hey yourself," Regina offered softly as they separated, settling back into the pillow, curling her arm back around the blonde. "Do you think we should get up-"
"Please," Emma whispered, eyes already drooping shut again having barely woken up, "more sleep with you." Regina's heart felt like it was going to explode at the feeling of completeness that this blonde made her feel. Emma nuzzled her head under the brunettes chin, letting a sigh go slowly, relaxing into her body.
For you, anything.
Regina closed her eyes, allowing herself to hope for once that everything wouldn't be torn from her, that her blonde saviour would willingly walk this life with her hand in hand. They drifted off together as the sun came up.