A/N: to be honest, the reviews i get from you guys are the BEST thing in my life at this point in time so PLEASE keep them coming. i know a lot of you have been waiting impatiently for this chapter so here ya go. the second half of it is seriously hilarious (i hope not only for me). this chapter as well as chapter 11 are two of my favs.
disclaimer: don't own the OUAT characters or that GA one-liner sigh
enjoy!
Chapter 10: Catching Fire
Emma POV
Power. It sped through her body. Desire was a rush of heat. Need was singing through her veins.
Regina's lips were soft over her own at first and Emma found herself frozen in place for more than a few seconds, unable to process what was happening.
Then it hit her like a brick to the face, except softer and more dangerous. Emma didn't know when she reached for the brunette but her arms were around Regina, bodies merging with a silent intensity.
Emma swiped her tongue over Regina's lips, demanding entrance. The brunette moaned and easily yielded to the request. The quiet, intoxicating taste of whiskey was on Regina's tongue. Emma drank it in.
The blonde felt herself being pushed until she hit a wall with a solid thud. Regina had one hand tangled in her hair and the other cupping the blonde's jaw but Emma wasn't as honorable.
Her hands went from the brunette's hair to her face to her shoulders, lightly over the sides of her breasts, tracing Regina's curves downward. She firmly grabbed Regina's buttcheeks and pulled the brunette even closer in. One thigh was situated between Regina's core and Emma felt the heat almost burn her skin. The brunette rocked slightly. They moaned in unison.
Tongues moved in sync and besides the hum of music in the backdrop, only short ragged breaths and low moans were to be heard.
Mouths separated and Emma gasped for air. Her eyes fluttered open. Regina's lips were swollen. The blonde grabbed the brunette's waist and flipped their position, pressing Regina up to the wall this time.
Regina's eyes were slightly open in a daze but she stretched her neck out as an offering and Emma took it without qualms. Sucking lightly on the bronze skin, she gave several nips on the chords then used her tongue to soothe the pleasurable pain. The blonde lingered at her neck before nibbling on the shell of Regina's ears, evoking another small moan.
She felt Regina's hand cup her jaw and lift to crash their lips together again, this time, her other hand starting to explore the blonde's body.
Emma's thoughts were in a jumble. So good. What are we doing? Don't stop. Regina.
Realization hit her. She was currently in a makeout session and there was some groping. It could be going somewhere that she wouldn't mind but that Regina would probably regret for the rest of her life.
Stop.
It feels so good.
Stop.
Emma tore her lips away and pushed herself away reluctantly, both hands still on Regina's waist.
"Regina, we- we have to stop. You're going to regret it in the morning." The brunette looked so sexy, her hair out of its usual neatness, red lipstick from Emma smeared around her swollen lips and neck, her breath still heaving. God you turn me on.
Regina blinked slowly, her big confused eyes staring at Emma in a daze. Is she a bit drunk?
"I. We." She licked her lips unconsciously, causing the blonde to feel another wave of heat flush through her body. Emma wanted nothing more than to keep going on with this makeout session but her honor shone through her raging desire.
"You're a really good kisser." Emma used flattery because she knew it would lighten the mood. But the flattery was a truth.
Regina glanced down at the blonde's lips again in longing and Emma smirked.
"You should work on your technique," Regina replied with a haughty tone but her blush under the dim lights gave her away.
"Don't lie, you totally enjoyed that. You're only saying that so I'll kiss you." The brunette arched her brow at Emma's comment but did not say anything to reject the thought.
The two had barely caught their breaths, but Emma didn't know what to do next. They were still pressed together close enough that their breasts were slightly touching.
Emma bit her lip, feeling quite shy all of a sudden.
Regina POV
She couldn't stop staring at the blonde, whose body felt so supple and toned against her own. She noticed the once shiny red lipstick, smeared all over Emma's lips. She had done that. She had made the first move and kissed the breath out of Emma. She had allowed herself to be kissed, to be touched all over, to be feasted upon by the more-than-willing blonde. Regina knew it was wrong but she could not find a single cell in her body that regretted her action.
The blonde was studying her closely and she could feel the scrutiny. But she couldn't help but do the same. Emma's hair was messy, her pupils were blown wide, and her cheeks were tinged pink. Her gaze dropped to the blonde's lips once again. It took all of her self-control to not lean in for another makeout round.
Emma chewed on her lips for a few seconds. "Regina, I'll drive you home again. It's getting late."
Regina could feel the disappointment in both of them, but in her mind, she knew it was the better decision. Her body did not agree.
"You're not driving my car."
"I drove it last time."
"I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking, and you took advantage of me."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Regina you're drunk again, let me drive."
"Dear, there is a difference between being drunk and being buzzed." Regina had never been this reckless, reckless in kissing people, reckless in driving when she knew she was only more than slightly sober. But Emma made her do things outside of the norm.
"Gimme your keys." Emma's voice was firm and demanding.
The brunette rolled her eyes at Emma's idiotness. "Well maybe you should get off of me so I can get them for you."
One hand was on Emma's shoulder and the other held her close at the waist. Regina didn't want to move, still secretly enjoying the blonde's body on her. But she forced to drop her arms. Emma stepped away and Regina immediately missed the heat, the softness, the feeling.
She dug through her purse and slapped the keys into Emma's waiting palm.
"After you, your majesty." The blonde's sarcasm was apparent and the title made Regina secretly smile inside. She raised her chin and started walking out of the club. Emma followed beside her, opening the front door as well. The blonde might not have realized how sweet the gesture was, but Regina did.
Once settled into Regina's Mercedes, Regina let out a content sigh. She was in her comfort zone again.
Emma looked over in confusion.
"I'm just relieved to finally be separated from all those sweaty bodies wearing cheap perfume." Regina scrunched up her nose to show her disgust.
"I was one of those 'sweaty bodies,' Regina. You didn't seem to mind." The blonde smirked.
She knew Emma had a point, but pride was too hard to swallow so instead, Regina glared at the blonde. "Just drive would you please?"
"Yes m'am. Destination, 108 Muffin Street."
Regina felt her eyes widen at the name. Is Emma using a slang term for vagina? Does she want to sleep with me? Her destination is my…?
Emma glanced over, noticing Regina's silence and her now shocked facial expression.
"Regina….are you okay? You look a lil-"
"Miss Swan, that was highly inappropriate of you."
"What was?"
Regina want to facepalm in exasperation at what she perceived as Emma's fake cluelessness.
"You stated that your destination was Muffin Street. I may be older than you but that doesn't mean my knowledge is obsolete, Mis-"
Emma must've caught on to Regina's accusations because she doubled over with laughter and clutched at her stomach. The brunette was absolutely horrified.
Emma POV
She was laughing so hard, her ribs were hurting and she could barely catch a breath. Regina thought I was- oh my god. Emma couldn't even finish her thought without risking another fit of laughter.
Glancing over, she saw Regina's face. She's absolutely scandalized. Emma couldn't help giggling at the expense of the brunette.
"Miss Swan." Regina's voice carried a mixed tone of warning and disbelief.
"Oh god give me a minute Regina." Emma took several deep breaths before she could start explaining. "Okay. I see you're mad and shocked an-"
"It doesn't take an expert to identify what I'm feeling."
"Not interrupting me would be greatly appreciated." Emma mimicked Regina's voice, her mind flashing back to the first day of class when she had been lectured by the brunette.
Regina shut up.
"Anyways, remember that day when you were really drunk and I had to drive you home?" Regina arched her brow and Emma took it as a yes. "Yeah well while you were being all pissy and drunk, you said your address was 108 Muffin Street instead of Mifflin Street so I just went with it."
The brunette's shocked face was still not put to rest.
"Regina. Chill." Emma's voice was firm again. "I wasn't trying to make a sexual joke with you or anything. You're the one with the dirty mind here."
The blonde gave her a sly look and saw Regina's mouth form an O.
"I took your advice and worked on my timing, aren't you proud?" Damn I'm on fire tonight.
Emma started driving as she waited for Regina to gain her composure. The brunette was silent. Too silent.
The blonde continued to wait, sliding looks over at Regina once in a while, with the passing streetlights as her only source of light to see the brunette's face. Regina wasn't mad. She wasn't sad either. Emma could feel her heart beating nervously. Did I go too far? Shit Swan.
They were nearly at their destination. The blonde put a hand lightly on Regina's thigh near her knee as she continued to drive. "Regina?"
"Emma, I'm not mad if that's what you're thinking." The blonde felt the tightness in her chest lessen.
"Then what is it?"
"I was just. I'm not sur-." Regina let out a frustrated breath.
Emma parked the car in the driveway, unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned her full attention to the brunette who was struggling to say what she needed to say.
"You can ask me anything. You can tell me anything. You can trust me Regina." Regina locked gazes with her and Emma tried to let her earnestness be conveyed through her eyes.
The brunette contemplated, then began. "You say you were going to teach me how to have some fun, how to loosen up. Then I kissed you, and you kissed me and now we're driving back to my house and in all honesty, I don't know where this is going. I'm your teacher. I'm probably not even your type." Her rambling signified nervousness to Emma.
"And what's my type? Hot? Brunette? Haughty? Female? That's you Regina."
"You're gay."
"I'm attracted to guys and I'm attracted to girls. But right now, I'm only attracted to you."
"Me."
"I'm Regina-sexual."
"Regina-sexual."
"And you're repeating everything I say so you can buy yourself some time and figure out a way to let me down easy." I don't know how to feel about this.
Emma wanted to cringe at the thought of Regina backing out now. She knew the brunette was taking chances, first by trusting her, but secondly by being involved with her student. It all came down to the stupid rules and Emma knew that Regina was no rule-breaker before she had met her. Why can't teachers and students have relationships? I really don't see what's wrong with it.
"I'm not." Emma could feel her lying but didn't say anything. The brunette closed her eyes for a moment then reopened them. "I don't know if I'm gay."
Emma wanted to burst into confetti. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hug Regina. She was a jumble of emotions. She had thought that Regina was going to go back again, with her history of advancing and retreating.
Relief was one of the greatest feelings in the world, in Emma's opinion. "Is that what's been worrying you?"
"Yes." The uncomfortableness in Regina's voice let the blonde know she was embarrassed.
"Regina. You are gay. You are so gay you don't even realize it."
Emma's blunt statement made the defensive Regina appear. "And how would you know that dear?"
The blonde paused for a second before she quickly leaned over, cupping Regina's face and pressed a deep kiss into the brunette. Regina's lips were stiff for a moment before she melted into Emma, kissing her back with a sweet intensity. The brunette moaned and Emma swallowed it.
She crawled over to Regina, straddling her hips. Tongues tangled. Breasts were pressed up against each other, Regina's fuller and softer. The blonde's core was pressed deliciously against the brunette's abdomen and she could feel her own "muffin" throbbing.
Emma wanted to go further. She wanted skin on skin contact, even though the sensation of Regina's silk blouse on her sensitized skin already felt amazing. She wanted to explore Regina's body from head to toe, learning every dip, every mole, every sweet spot.
Instead, she pulled away, still panting with desire. Regina leaned forward, trying to keep the lip lock but Emma placed a finger on the brunette's lip.
"That's how I know." Regina licked her lips and Emma did the same.
The blonde slowly slid off of Regina's lap and got out of the car, the brunette trailing behind her.
On the porch, Regina spoke. "It's pretty late and you don't have a ride back to your dorm." She paused. "You could stay if you'd like."
"Yeah, I'd like that." I'd like that a lot. The last time I was here, I slept with Regina with clothes on. What about this time?
The struggle to be honorable was becoming a lost cause. Regina was leading the way up the stairs and Emma's heart was pounding so hard she swore the brunette could hear it.
Regina stopped at a door but it wasn't the same door that led to her bedroom.
"This is your room." Emma wanted to gape at the brunette. Guest room? We're not? I am?
Regina smirked at Emma's widened eyes. "Today was fun." Her brown eyes sparkled in amusement. Emma realized Regina knew exactly what she was doing to her.
"I'll grab a spare pair of pajamas and toothbrush. Why don't you get settled?" With that, Regina walked into her room across the spare room, leaving Emma who was frozen in place.
Did I really think we were going to have sex? Stupid hormones. She didn't resist. She kissed me back. And she really liked it, well I think she liked it.
The brunette reappeared, holding a grey pair of silk pajamas and a brand new toothbrush. She placed it into the blonde's waiting hands and retreated back to her room. "Goodnight Miss Swan." The door closed with a firm thud.
"'Night Regina."
sorry for being such a tease... drop a review? do you think they should've gone with the dirty deed or?