"Yeah, that is definitely not true," Emma said, sitting up with Regina in her lap. "And as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, Madam Mayor," The older woman smirked at the name. "You have a town to run, and I have a town to take care of, so we need to get out of this bed."
Regina groaned out and threw herself back onto the bed, her head landing between Emma's feet and her own legs wrapping around Emma's waist. "I don't want to go!" She whined, her arms stretching up above her head.
Emma's core practically turned molten at the sight: Regina sprawled out in front of her, her gloriously naked body on full display, the sun hitting her golden skin, making it look like she was practically glowing. Her dripping core rubbed against her stomach. It was enough to make the woman go mad.
The Sheriff gulped and cleared her throat, slapping the bed sheets on either side of her. "Well, Queenie, if you don't get up, then I can't get up. And if I can't get up then I can't get to work. And if I can't get to work, Your Highness," she teased, her hands reaching up and gripping her thighs. "Then I can't-"
"You do realize that technically you're a princess, right?" Regina cut her off, shivering when Emma's nails dug into her thighs.
"My title is not what is important here, Gina," she quickly said, shrugging off her given title. "What is important, though, is us getting to work and not letting this town run off its rails." She ran her hands up and down her thighs, chuckling to herself when she felt Regina shiver.
"When was the last time something bad has happened in this town that we haven't been able to handle, Emma?" Regina didn't even look up at her she kept her eyes closed and her arms stretched above her head. Emma was stumped. She was right, besides the occasional bar fight or speeding ticket, nothing bad ever happened anymore. All was relatively calm.
The blonde huffed out a breath and admits defeat. "I guess, you're right," she mumbled, causing a shit-eating grin to break out on Regina's face.
"Besides, I'm your boss, and I say when you work and when you don't, and today you have the day off and are ordered to stay here with me." Emma rolled her eyes and nodded, her hand hitting her thigh, motioning for her to get up. When she doesn't, Emma groans.
"Regina, come on. I'm hungry," she whined like a child. The Mayor chuckled and snaps her fingers, making the Sheriff's breakfast appear on her body. The food started with a few Strawberries resting between her breasts. They trailed down past the bottom of her naked chest. Resting in the middle of her stomach was a small pile of scrambled eggs, a small cloud of steam coming from them. Underneath that was a pile of a chopped up Bearclaw, and trailing down the rest of her body just above her throbbing center, was a trail of bacon. Emma's mouth was watering at the sight.
"Eat up, my love," Regina husked out, her eyes clouding over. Emma audibly gulped. She tentatively reached out with a hand to grab a piece of fruit but her hand was swatted away. "With only your mouth, Emma."
The blonde shuddered and leaned forward and took one of the strawberries in her mouth, biting it off of the stem. She threw the stems from the eaten strawberries onto the floor, not caring. Regina didn't seem to care either. Every time Emma would pick up a piece of the food her lips would brush against her skin and would send shivers going down her body.
Between bites the blonde would kiss Regina's skin, pulling the soft skin under her breast into her mouth and sucking on it until it bruised a deep purple color. She did this on either side of her body, leaving dark purple bruises all over her skin. Every time Regina would hiss out, and by the time Emma was done with the eggs she was dripping onto the sheets below her.
"I don't know what is better, the fact that that you made me breakfast, or that I am eating it right off your body," Emma growled. She shifted her body on the bed and laid down on her stomach, hooking Regina's legs over her shoulders and settling between her thighs. She propped herself up on her knees and leaned her weight forward, the scent of Regina's arousal hitting her nose, making her groan out.
"You have no idea how bad I want to just forget about all this food and ravish you right now, Regina," she practically moans, taking two pieces of the sweet pastry into her mouth. Regina chuckled lightly, her hands running against the soft sheets.
"After you complained that you were so hungry? I don't think so, Emma, you're eating every last piece," she said, rolling her hips to where her ass came off the bed, closer to Emma's face.
The blonde whimpered out and quickly ate the bear claws and started with the three pieces of bacon were left. Regina threaded a hand through blonde hair and pulled her head closer to her body. Emma smirked against her stomach and bit down onto her skin, harder than she did before and sucked it into her mouth. "Jesus, Emma!" Regina hissed out, her hips bucking again. Emma sucked on the skin for a few more seconds before letting it go with a loud pop. She smirked at the dark bruise she had left.
The Sheriff had finished the last piece of bacon and smirked up at Regina, whose legs were still draped over her shoulders.
"Emma," the brunette growled, her hand pushing Emma's head down between her legs.
Emma chose to follow her Queen's rules and dragged her tongue up the length of her, pinning her hips down with her hand. Regina hissed out above her, her back arching off the bed and her free hand fisting in the sheets. The blonde rolled her eyes and did it again, only this time she licked all the way up to her clit and took the hardened nub in between her lips and sucked on it.
Though she had just had quite possibly the best meal of her life, she enjoyed the taste of Regina much more than anything else this realm had to offer.
"Shit, Emma," she hissed out, her hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head closer.
Emma smirked against her and flicked her tongue over her clit, her hand reaching forward and teasing her entrance. She pushed into her first knuckle, slightly curling it. Regina whimpered out underneath her, her hips grinding against the finger. Emma chuckled against her, pulling her finger out and running it up her slit once more.
"Gods, Emma! I can't take it!" The brunette yelled, slamming her open hand down onto the bed sheets. Her eyes lock with Emma's and the blonde smirked up at her, her tongue darting out and licking the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I like it when you beg," she hummed against her dripping center, causing a shiver to break across Regina's entire body. Her hands moved up and down her thighs. Regina growled out a breath.
"Fuck this," she said before flicking her wrist and sending Emma on her back, her own body shifting in between Emma's legs. "You take to long," she chastised, moving her right leg over Emma's and grinding her hips down on it. Her hands find their way to her own breasts, squeezing the rigid peaks between her fingers. Her hips gyrate on Emma's thigh, spreading her abundant juices, spreading them across the long expanse of skin.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma whimpered, her dominant hand sliding down her stomach and her fingers slipping through her dripping folds, a groan falling from her lips. Slipping one finger into herself easily, Emma's back arched off the bed. Regina opened her eyes and smirked down at her girlfriend, one finger flicking and binding the blonde's hands above her on the bed.
"Regina, what the hell?!" Emma growled, her voice high and breathy. The Mayor tsked at her and sat up off her thigh, grabbing Emma's unoccupied legs and bending it at the knee.
"You didn't think I would let you come by your own hand, did you?" She moved her body and lined her center with Emma's. She undid the magical binding around Emma's wrists and wrapped her hands around her small of her back, pulling her forward, pushing their clits together.
"Shit," the two women hissed in unison, their hips bucking against each other. Emma sat up and pulled Regina against her body, their hips grinding against each other, pulling them both closer and closer to their climaxes. Emma's lips claimed Regina's, their tongues dancing together. When they were both short of breath, Emma's lips moved down to her neck, sucking the flesh in between and biting it, sucking it, marking it, claiming the beautiful brunette as her own.
"Dammit, Emma! I said no… no marks!" She breathed out, her back arching when she felt one of Emma's fingers slide between them and push against her clit, adding more pressure every time she moved her hips.
"You are mine. I want the whole fucking world to know it."
Before Regina even knew what happened she was coming as the words left Emma's lips, release barreling through her body. She cried out, her nails digging into the blonde's hips her hips bucking hard against Emma's, hitting her clit one last time, sending the blonde over the edge along with her. Nails dug into skin, voices cried out, and deeps breaths were taken.
Regina was the first to move, her body rolling off Emma's and next to her on the bed.
"I don't think I ever want to leave this bed," She admits, turning and leaning her head on Emma's shoulder, wrapping her arm around her waist. Emma smiled down at her and reached a hand up and brushed a piece of dark brown hair out of her face.
"As much as I love seeing you lying naked on my bed, with that beautiful smile on your face, we are going to have to leave this bedroom eventually. We do have a town and a son to take care of." Regina frowned up at her, her brow creasing and her nose scrunching up.
"I am not having this conversation with you again, Emma. We are staying right here today, and you aren't going to change my mind," Regina said, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist tighter, holding her against her body. She flicked her wrist and sent the two of them to the top of the bed, their heads hitting the pillows and the white comforter falling on top of them.
"You are impossible," Emma sighed, but moved her body farther under the blankets, pulling Regina down with her. "But I love you," she mumbles, one arm sliding under the brunette's head and the other above her shoulders. Their bodies were flush against each other, and Emma felt Regina's face grow warmer from blushing. She looked up at Emma's face and smiled when she saw her eyes closing.
"I love you, too," she whispered, before closing her eyes and falling asleep as well.
Emma had eventually gotten the insatiable woman out of the house for her long enough to shower and get herself ready for her day at work. Granted, they had take three extra days at work. Regina claimed that she had some personal business at home that she could get all her work done at home as easily as she could at the office. Emma claimed to have the flu, giving her mother a short, not as short as she would have liked, but convincing phone call saying that she was just too sick to go into the station.
Of course, Charming didn't believe a word of it. He knew what his daughter was up to. He had seen her car parked in the paved driveway of the Mayor's driveway the past four nights when he took his late night patrols. He wasn't stupid, either. He knew Emma didn't have the flu, in the past six years that they had finally been reunited she hadn't been sick once.
Once Emma was finally alone in her home, she instantly missed the brunette that had been warming her bed. The bedsheets were rumpled from the copious amounts of rolling around they had done in them, the comforter was twisted this way and that, shoved to the far left corner of the bed.
Emma chuckled at the most recent memory of the woman that she left in the foyer of the mansion.
"This is not fair in the slightest, Emma, and I think you know that," the older woman growled. Emma chuckled and shook her head, taking a step back from the woman who was pushed up against wooden door.
"It is completely fair, Regina. I have to go to work, too." Regina had been complaining for the past ten minutes about how it was not fair for her to go back to work and do paperwork when Emma would just be sitting at a desk all day and stuffing her face with Bearclaws.
"Oh, please. You only have work to do if I have work to do, and thanks to you, I have an ass load of it!" She pushed past Emma and to the banister of the staircase where she leaned against it. She lifted one calf and rested it on her knee, pulling the black high heel off from the previous day. Her 'Fuck Me' heels, Emma called them. Emma chuckled and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
"Oh please, Miss 'I don't ever want to leave this bed again'. It is not completely my fault."
"Oh please, it is too. When you walk around looking like that," she held her hand out motioning it up and down at Emma's body, "you are practically begging me to fuck your brains out."
Emma shifted on her feet, Regina's words shooting straight to her day would be hell, she had decided. Literal hell.
Emma wasn't exactly dressed to the nines. She had on her infamous red leather jacket and some light skinny jeans on, her the indent from her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her skin tight tank top.
"Well then I suggest you get used to it and contain that libido of yours, because I am not changing my style for anyone ever again," she declared, holding her chin up high.
Regina smiled softly and walked over to her. She cupped her face in both hands and pulled their foreheads together, their brows touching. Emma realized Regina did this a lot. When she would want to say 'I love you' or something of the sorts without using words.
Emma smiled and closed her eyes, her hands dropping to her hips and pulling their bodies flush together. Regina slightly shifted her head and their lips finally met, pressing against each other as if it was they were teenagers and scared of what was to come.
Their lips moved together slowly, Regina's hands grasping at the collar of her jacket. Finally, when they were both starving for air, they pulled back, but stayed not a few centimeters away.
"Now you better go, Sheriff, before I have my way with you against my front door." Emma groaned and pulled back, her hands staying on her hips but her the corners of her mouth turned down.
"See, when you say stuff like that, it makes me want to quit so we can stay all day in bed!" Her voice was winey and it made Regina chuckle. She took a hesitant step back and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Go, Emma. I will see you at lunch, okay?" Emma nodded and leaned forward and pecked her lips one last time before making her way to the door. She turned the knob and opened it. She turned around quickly, though, and gave the Mayor a cheeky smile.
"I love you, Regina," she gloated, her cheeks burning red. Regina chuckled and shook her head.
"I love you, too, Swan. Now get out of my house!" And with that, Emma was gone.
It was now half past eleven, thirty minutes until she could leave for lunch and see the woman that had been on her mind all day. She had been staring at the clock for the past hour and a half, begging the little hand to circle around the clock just a little bit faster.
She shifted in her chair again, for the umpteenth time that day, crossing one leg over the other. Her father walked into the closed off office and knocked on the glass window.
"You okay, Em?" She jumped at his voice, her hands dropping the pen that she was fiddling with. She cleared her throat and looked up at him, turning in her office chair.
"Yeah, why? Her father chuckled and stepped fully into the office.
"You just seem out of it," he said with a smirk. "Happy, too." Emma smiled softly, her face flushing red. She tucked a curled piece of hair behind her ear and rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm sorry that I've moved on." He father chuckled.
"I am not saying you don't have a right to be happy, it is just, I don't know, relieving seeing you smile again. Anybody helping with that?" Emma's body went rigid, she thought their secret was blown.
David wasn't stupid, he knew his daughter and he knew that she was happier now than he had ever seen her. If not for the fact that he had seen Emma's car in Regina's driveway in the early morning hours, he would have thought that there was a new man in her life. At first, the thought of another man being in her life had been a red flag for him, but when he realized that it was Regina causing her switch in mood, his worries seemed to float away.
"What, no. No one in my life except Henry and you, Mom and Neal," she said quickly, her face stoic. She had never been great at lying herself despite her superpower of detecting liars. Sometimes she got a laugh out of it.
"Whatever you say, Em. I am heading out for lunch, you need anything?" She shook her head quickly and picked at the corner of the paper. He smiled and walked behind the desk. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead and made his way to the door.
"Alright. Are Henry and Violet still coming over to dinner tonight?" Emma nodded her head once and smiled at her father, feeling his inquisitive blue eyes piercing through her soul. When he was halfway down the long hallway he turned slightly and looked over his shoulder. "Tell Regina I said hi, would ya?" And with that he was gone.
Emma felt like throwing up. Her heart rate picked up and her palms began to sweat. He knew, he fucking knew. Did that mean other people knew? They had never been intimate with each other in public the past three days, they had been relatively normal. How the hell did he figure out that they were seeing each other?
But maybe he didn't know. Maybe he just thought that they were good friends like they always have been. Questions racked their way through her mind. Her hand reached for her phone in her pocket and pulled it out quickly. She dialed Regina's number which she had memorized for years now and held the ringing phone to her ear.
"What couldn't wait fifteen minutes, Emma?"
"My father knows. I don't know how, I don't know why, but he knows that we are getting closer. He asked if i wanted lunch and I said no and then he said to say hello to you for him. Regina I don't know how he knows we have been so careful."
Regina was silent on the other side of the phone. Emma couldn't even hear her breathing. SHe herself was still freaking out. Her thumb nail was trapped between her teeth, subconsciously biting down on it.
"I will be there in thirty seconds."