OK so this chapter is late. I know. But it took me a hell of a long time to write. I wanted it to be prefect and I worked really hard. And I still don't think it's good enough but, I suppose I will let you guys be the judge. Enjoy.
I don't own OUAT
Chapter 10. The Duffel Bag.
StoryBrooke Present.
Mary Margaret slid her pale thumbs along the rim of the tea cup. She had been sitting in Granny's for a little over twenty minutes waiting for Emma. The blonde woman had been so broken since she's returned from prison; that she wanted to check in on her to see how everything was going. Hopefully there was an improvement from what Ruby had told her after seeing the blonde at the bar. It saddened the pixie brunette to not see her friend get the love that she deserved. In fact it was something Emma desperately needed.
She looked at the door again waiting to see bouncy flaxen curls come through. Nothing. Maybe Emma had changed her mind about talking. It wasn't like the other woman had seemed too thrilled about it anyway. But then again, she didn't really have too much to be thrilled about in the first place.
As the pixie brunette brought the tea cup to her lips, the diner's entry bell chimed signaling the presence of the person she's been waiting for. Her eyes focused in on Emma, sauntering over. The red leather jacket clad blonde's body language read nothing short of depression. Her head was hung low slightly; brows furrowed in thought. The lowly demeanor seemed to correct itself once green orbs caught sight of the petit brunette sitting in a booth a few feet away from her. A literal painful forced smile was across pink lips. The bottom one still sore and healing from the argument a few nights before.
Emma slid into the available seat opposite from her friend. Ruby soon came over noticing her blonde friend and slipped a fresh cup of hot chocolate on the table. She thanked her before taking a gentle sip, careful not to put too much pressure on the small wound. The blonde watched as Mary Margaret's eyes fell to the purple bruise on the corner of her bottom lip.
A pained expression was evident on the brunette's face. She reached out to touch the injury, but pulled back as the blonde slightly flinched. Emma looked towards her friend, "it still hurts."
"Emma…" Mary Margaret trailed. Her tone full of pity. "What…happened?"
"It's nothing," the blonde avoided, sounding much like a victim of domestic abuse. Of course that wasn't the case. But as wounded as she felt on the inside. It might as well have been.
Normally the pixie brunette would drop a subject someone clearly didn't want to talk about. However this was different. Just how bad were things at the Swan-Mills household? "Emma, that is something. Please tell me."
The former mention rolled her eyes and sighed, as if this whole thing was a waste of time. "Regina and I got into an argument." She paused for a beat, "it got a little more heated than I thought." Subconsciously her tongue peaked out to gingerly feel the battered portion of her lip. The metallic taste still evident.
Mary Margaret was slack jawed, "she…hit you?" The words holding just as much shock and disbelief as she felt.
A nonchalant shrug.
"Oh, Emma."
"It's ok, I deserve more than…this." The blonde gestured to her lip.
"No you don't," a twinge of anger. All of this was not necessary. She couldn't understand for the life of her why things were going this way. It had been the better of three weeks, yet things only seemed to be getting worse. Just what happened to make them this way? "You don't deserve any of this."
The blonde stared down into her mug of hot cocoa, "it's my fault. If I hadn't-"
"So what!?" anxiety, "it happened already Emma, there's nothing you can do about it now but move on."
Easier said than done. "I…I want to move on…I just," a beat of silence, her forehead fell into the palms of her hands. "She's so hurt inside."
"And so are you," the brunette interrupted. "Emma you both have to try…not just you."
The blonde let the words sink in. Had she really been the only one trying? The only one making an effort to mend things? Maybe. But she should be anyway, right? It was her fault. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for her mistake. An imprudent mistake that is just along the cusps of costing the price of her marriage.
But then again.
Regina, at some point, had stopped trying. For the last three years of her sentence she had heard nothing from her wife. Not to mention how cold she was to her since the blonde returned home. Before, Emma had simply just reasoned that her wife was hurt, and was having a hard time mending herself. But now, it was clear. Regina…had given up. How could she be so stupid not to see it? The signs were all right in front of her. The cold shoulder, the looks of utter disappointment and…avoidance of her touch. Emma's heart began to ache and she quickly buried the realization. She didn't want to break down here, not out in public. She didn't want to realize that…it was over. They were over.
A betraying tear slid slowly down fare features, "you're right. It has been only me." She sighed, "We're broken," a whisper.
"Not broken," the brunette soothed, "just…bent. It can be fixed again." she reached out to squeeze the other woman's hand, "but, for now…I think you need to let Regina make the effort. You've already reached the end of your half." a pause, "maybe…you can stay with me for a while?"
No answer.
"Emma," she tried again, "you need love right now. And a whole lot of it." The brunette watched as green orbs slowly looked up towards her in silent agreement. "I'm not saying I can do anything like Regina can…but, jail is a lonely horrible place and…you need to have someone on your side. Love from a friend. Let me be that for you Emma."
The blonde looked up at her friend. The other woman's words were genuine. And it was true, Emma did need love. Of course the pixie brunette wasn't the one she really wanted it from; but it was something. And something was always better than nothing, right? She sighed before nodding subtly.
Mary Margaret smiled, "great. I'll set up the extra room for you. You can come whenever you're ready-"
"Tonight," Emma quickly interjected, "I want…I need to come tonight."
The brunette slightly tilted her head to the side, a warm almost maternal smile set across her face, "of course." She let go of the blondes hand finally and continued to sip her tea.
Emma took a sip of her cocoa.
The elegant black ink pen scribbled against the mayor's paperwork in sophisticated cursive. Each letter accented every loop and curve with the utmost regal casing. It moved calmly, giving off the illusion that its current owner was similar in its demeanor. However that was not the case. Yes, on the outside Regina seemed to be calm and unfazed. But on the inside, she was breaking. The argument she had a few nights ago was still vivid in her mind, conjuring up every emotion sporadically as if it were happening over and over again.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Why was it? How did all of this come about?
Why aren't they loving each other?
The pen stopped its movement as brown eyes fell to the manila folder containing the documents necessary for divorce. Documents she was supposed to have already served. It was intended to happen the night of the argument. Yet, it didn't. Perhaps it was the fight that through her off course. Then again, wouldn't that have been her chance?
Her feelings were crumbling down anyway; why not just get it all over it. Kill two birds with one stone.
Something was holding her back. As to what she didn't know. Well…that wasn't entirely true per se. She did still love her wife. That much was true; no matter how far down it was buried under the other, more easily attainable emotions. The ones that were the most fresh. Wounds that were still leaking through the useless band aid she tried to sooth them with.
A sigh escaped her lips as she brought the manila file closer. Opening it, her eyes skimmed over the official papers. The one's that would separate them forever.
Another sigh.
She was so confused now. This used to be something she was so sure about. A thought process that started a few months after the brunette received that dreadful message from Emma's prison guard all those years back. The day she became aware that the blonde had gave up. So abruptly.
At first she thought maybe it was just the prison getting the best of her. But as time grew by doubt crept in; making her over think, second guess, everything that she's been doing. Then it came to her. Perhaps it was all too much for Emma. Maybe she was overbearing and making it more difficult for her wife. The brunette had been doing more harm than good. That's why she said those things.
Regina figured that she sent the guard because the blonde would be too scared to face her. To watch the look of hurt and disappointment set heavily against her features. It would have been too much, so the blonde gave up.
The more time went by the more Regina grew angry. Hating everything about the situation.
Angry about Emma being in jail, about the unwanted depression, the physical pain, loneliness, heartache, anxiety, hopelessness and most of all the fact that the blonde had selfishly made the decision to force her into suffering alone. Time was supposed to heal wounds. Instead it created them, calcified them. It left her to succumb to the negative confines of her mind damming their marriage to eternity.
She didn't want this anymore. To feel that way. It had happened before a very long time ago. It was then that she promised herself to never let history repeat itself. But as everything lately it had turned out to be a lie. You would think the loss of your first love would be a lesson in its own.
Yet, Regina found herself back where she started. Emma had slithered like a serpent under her walls; breaking them down with just a simple smile. The brunette was completely unprepared, but the warm and fuzzy feeling she got whenever the woman was around proved to weigh heavier. So she let her walls crash. An idiotic mistake. She should have known it would bring her here, back to this state. Sure it may have taken longer. But the inevitable wasn't skilled in practicality.
Regina looked around her home office; settling at the clock above the open entry way. The rhythmic tick briefly commanding her attention before falling back into her mind. The argument played itself again. To Emma asking constantly why she didn't respond to her letters. It angered her to see the blonde play stupid. As if she was the victim in this. Those letters were a load of crap and she knew it. Each one made her feel as if she was being mocked.
How dare Emma send those letters after clearly saying she didn't want them? What kind of sick and twisted game was she playing? Whatever it was, it was one Regina would not fall dupe to.
The brunette closed the file and placed it onto her home office desk. Brown eyes found the clock again. It was well after six in the evening and she decided that she would leave her final decision until tomorrow. She and Emma needed more time to calm down before presenting the documents. As difficult the situation was going to undoubtedly be, she wanted to try and talk it over civilly. At least, that's what she told herself the past three days.
Regina started to gather the papers she was working on, lightly tapping them against the desk to align them properly.
Rummaging could be heard from the hallway. At first the brunette thought it was Henry fooling around with something. But that thought was quickly corrected because as far as she knew her son was still at his sleepover. So obviously it wasn't him. The only culprit left was Emma.
Regina hadn't even heard her come in. Since when did she become so ignorant of her wife's presence? Perhaps a habit obtained from the time spent alone.
Just as the brunette was making her way out of the home office space, Emma walked past the open doorway carrying a small black duffel bag. She watched as the blonde crossed back past again, not bothering to look inside.
A curious eyebrow quirked and she moved from her desk to stand in the door frame waiting for the blonde to cross again. Her eyes fell over to the top of the stairs where the small black duffel bag was left. A few moments later Emma emerged from their bedroom caring a small picture frame, walking past her once again without looking her way, squatting down to place the item in the bag. As the blonde started to zip the bag, Regina spoke, for the first time in three days. "Where are you going?"
Emma just seemed to ignore her; rearranging some of things in the bag that was stopping her from zipping it completely.
The brunette tried again, "Emma?"
From her squatted position the blonde stopped her ministrations and spoke without looking in the direction of the voice, "oh now you notice me?" her tone was sharp.
"Where are you going?" she asked again, snubbing the sarcasm.
Emma finally got her bag closed and stood. This time facing the brunette, "Why do you care? It's obvious that you don't want me around anymore."
Regina pursed her lips and looked down at the full duffel bag before bringing her eyes back up to meet green ones, "so you're leaving…again."
"oh cut the bullshit Regina, ok," she started to gesture with her hands, one facing palm side towards the other woman, "I can't with this anymore. I've tried…really hard to make things right. And you don't want any part of it."
"So you're leaving?" she asked again, almost with spite.
A sigh, "I'm giving us space." The blonde shrugged crossing her hands over her white tank top clad chest.
Regina stared for a long moment. Contemplation embedded on tanned features. Her eyebrows rose slightly before realization dawned. She's given up. Emma…has given up.
So all her thoughts were true.
The evidence was right in front of her. Emma was ready to leave, to forget everything. The determination on her pale face and the packed bag told her so. The brunette's demeanor quickly turned to that of the mayor before speaking again, "fine, then sign these before you leave." She retreated into her home office to grab a file. When she turned back around she saw Emma standing in the doorway. An unreadable look across her face. The brunette handed the file over to her wife.
Emma took them curiously. She opened the folder, her eyes widening as she scanned over them. "You…" her voice lost all its edge, replacing itself with disbelief and hurt. "You want a divorce?"
Regina looked to the side suddenly interested in her book shelf. She nodded.
The blondes face hardened. The combination of hurt and anger getting the best of her. She tossed the file onto the nearby chair forcefully, "I'm not signing that."
The brunette looked at her incredulously, "what?"
"You heard me. I'm not signing that. Not until you tell me why." Her voice was low, a calm before the storm.
"Emma-"
"No, don't give me a bullshit excuse. Tell. Me. Why."
Regina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm just giving you what you asked for dear."
The blonde's brows furrowed, "when the fuck did I ask for that?" Her voice starting to grow louder.
The brunette took a step towards her. "You made it very clear to me three years ago, while you were still in prison. When I was the one trying to make things better for you. But how foolish of me."
Emma was still confused, "Regina the hell are you talking about? I never told you anything like that!"
"You're right." an accusatory finger, "Like a coward you sent a guard to do it for you!"
The blonde took another step closer to the other woman. Confusion and fury presented on her face. "The fuck are you talking about! I never sent anyone to tell you anything!"
"YOU'RE A LIAR!" The audacity of this woman to stand in front of her and lie to her face.
"IM NOT-," Emma brought her the sides of her palms in prayer position to her lips and took a breath to calm down. "I'm not lying Regina. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The guard Emma," she paused, "you sent him down to tell me that you refused my visit. From me. YOUR WIFE!" The brunette's voiced cracked.
The blonde thought for a moment. For as long as she could refer back she had never refused any visit form her wife. In fact the only person she had ever refused was…ah shit. "Fuck…"She mumbled in realization. There it was, the reason why things were so shitty now. Because of a fucking miscommunication. "Regina…that wasn't meant for you." Her voice was a little softer.
Regina remained silent crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight, allowing the other woman to continue.
"Someone had been harassing me and I sent the guard to tell them to leave me alone. It wasn't meant for you I swear." She tried, feeling completely stupid that this whole thing started from a misunderstanding.
The brunette kept her arms crossed obviously not believing anything.
"Regina you really thing I would do that?" She was hurt and it was easily conceived, "after all the time and effort you spent trying to make things better for me, why would I throw it all away?"
The tanned woman shifted her weight, "you should have handled it yourself. Instead of sending someone to do your dirty work." She spat.
"WHAT!?" Emma's anger quickly reached the surface again. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"
Silence.
"I am not the only one at fault in this!"
"And how is that Emma!?"
"Why didn't you check with me? Was it really that easy for you to just give up? Just like that? Am I that worthless to you?" Green eyes were dilated and glassy.
"Emma-"
"Why didn't you fight Regina? Why did you leave it to me to fix this? Have I not been there for you?" she didn't wait for any answer, "From day, one, I have been by your side no matter what. I have never, EVER given you a reason to give up on me. So why did you now, hmm? Is there someone else?" She asked shakily, dreading the answer.
The brunette looked wide eyed, "how could you say that!?"
"So you're just selfish. Is that it?" Emma placed her hands on her hips, a scowl settling on fare features.
Regina faulted for a second. Her character had just been insulted. "What did you say?" She was practically seething now.
"You heard me. You're selfish. Everything has been me." She pointed to herself, "I have been the one to do everything. I helped us get together. I held your hand through all the hard times. I made it my job to get you everything you needed. I HAVE BEEN THE ONLY ONE FIGHTING FOR THIS. ME ALWAYS ME! AND YOU KNOW IT!"
The brunette paused as the words started to sink in. It was true. Emma had been the one fighting. Practically groveling and yet she's done absolutely nothing. She should have checked. No. She should have known better. Of course her wife would never actually push her away like that. How stupid was her own heart? Regina remained quiet as she struggled with finding the right thing to say.
Emma, mistaking the other woman's silence for indifference let her anger take over her actions making her lunge at the brunette grabbing the front of her shirt.
Regina gasped, "Emma let-" her words were taken from her as the blonde slammed her roughly against the office bookcase, effectively pinning her against it. The brunette looked at her wife with shock and a little fear; mouth agape.
"You really want to throw me away?" She asked desperation clear in her voice.
Shock rendered the brunette silent.
Emma stared at the woman. This was the last straw, she was done fighting. If this is what she wanted then she would give it to her. "Fine, if that's what you want, then I will sign those papers Regina and I will leave, but not until you look me in the eye and YOU TELL ME THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT!"
Regina looked to the side she wanted to look anywhere but at her wife, face twisting with the tell-tale sign of tears.
"REGINA LOOK AT ME!"
The brunette turned her head slowly. Glassy brown eyes meeting dilated green ones.
"Is that…what you want?" The blonde stated more slowly.
No answer.
Rage picked up again causing Emma's grip to tighten as she shook Regina slightly, "TELL ME!"
"I CAN'T!" she screamed back. The brunette let her head fall against the bookcase as she stared down at her wife. The wall she build for the past five years crashed down at her feet.
Emma faulted for a second. She lowered her voice once more, "Than why? Why did you give up on me? Why did you try to throw me away, to end us?"
Regina sniffed as a lump formed in her throat. She took in a shaky breath, suddenly realizing all the damage she has caused all on her own. How she almost broke the woman in front of her completely. Her gaze lowered; "I'm sorry…" she choked out.
An apology. The tear filled words were heard clearly and it made her loosen the grip for a moment. Only a moment, before tightening again, "That's not good enough." She spoke strongly.
The brunette's mouth turned dry as the lump grew bigger. Almost constricting her lungs. She had pushed too far.
Emma stared into the tear dripping brown eyes, moving side to side, searching, "give me a reason…make me stay."
They continued to stare. Regina's eyes also searched, finding that Emma would really leave. Actually give up. She's never done that before…what have I done? The brunette opened her mouth to say something before closing it again.
The blonde continued to stare. Waiting…for anything.
Regina tried to speak again, her throat sore from emotion, but she pushed through. Her voice squeaked as she spoke, "I…I didn't know what to do. You were gone from me and I didn't know how to handle it. For 8 years of marriage I've never had to be without you Emma. It literally crushed me...I…" her voice was cracking; she took a breath. "That day at the prison…I thought…you've given up on us.
"I know I should have checked first, but I couldn't think clearly." Brown eyes burned into green. Tears falling from both sets of orbs. Regina sniffed before shaking her head and biting her lip as she continued. "How can I do anything Emma when the better part of me was missing? My heart didn't beat the same. I was lost without you. I've treated you badly and you didn't deserve that. I wasn't there for you and I'm sorry Emma. I'm so so sor-"
Emma's lips crashed against her wife's, for the first time in five years, cupping the shorter woman's face softly. The kiss disintegrated all of Regina's remaining resolve. The brunette's eyes slipped closed as she desperately returned the kiss, relishing in the familiarity that was her wife. Her lover and best friend.
They pulled apart, Emma still holding onto her wife's face. She looked down into the tearful brown eyes she loved so much.
Regina looked back at her, leaning her face into the warm palms, "I missed you so much Emma." She choked through tears. The blonde then pulled her into a tight embrace, letting the brunette bury her face with her chest, muffling her sobs.
"I missed you too," she whispered into brown hair.
Regina clutched her wife's shirt. It's been so long since she's felt this. This touch. So very long since those strong loving arms encased her like this, making her feel safe. The sobs grew louder against her wife's chest. So much so that she was shaking.
Emma tightened her hold and placed her chin atop the brunettes head. "I'm so sorry Regina." She soothed her hands up and down her wife's back.
Slowly, the crying woman began to calm down, "I'm sorry too." She choked through muffled cries. The blonde then slid a hand up the brunette's side and crooked a finger under the woman's chin making Regina look up at her. Emma's heart nearly broke at the sight of her wife's sadness, her face drenched with tears. She stared into her eyes leaning down for another kiss. One that seemed to say what they both needed.
'I forgive you.'
...
The two were lip locked as they entered the bedroom. Their lips moved slowly, cautiously against each other. As if either of the latter's would break from too much pressure. The blonde wrapped her hands around the brunette's waist pulling her close before tilting her head to continue the kiss. Her tongue nudged softly at the plump gates coaxing them open. Regina's lips parted as the warm tongue entered her mouth, brushing against her own tongue before retracting and repeating the same movement.
Emma's hands smoothed over her wife's back remembering, reliving. Tanned arms slid up the front of the blonde's shirt wrapping them around a pale neck, falling deeper into the kiss. Warmness coated both their bodies. The foreign yet familiar sensations of love glazing over. Five years it's been since they've felt each other, breathed in the air of one another. Every renewed feeling was accepted gratefully. And even though it's been five years since this, they wanted to take things slow.
Each movement slow and deliberate. They wanted to take…their…time.
Regina's hands settled at the hem of her wife's shirt. Her fingers sliding up the blonde's side bringing the garment up with her. Emma's arms rose above her head and they broke the kiss to allow the shirt to be softly pulled off. Their lips met again, gliding against each other. There would be no biting, no rushing; it was time for love. Something they both needed.
The blonde's pale thumbs drew soft circles in the small of the brunette's back. The softness of her wife's skin was something she also missed greatly. It was as if she were touching expensive silk. Her ministrations slowed as she too brought her hands up the brunette's warm body to pull her shirt overhead, letting it huff onto the floor.
Regina replaced her arms behind the blonde's neck. Their lips finding each other's again. Emma sighed as the bare skin of their abdomens touched. It sent small shocks down the spines of both women. Gripping Regina tighter, the blonde took a few small steps forward, gently guiding the other woman to the bed. They moved together until the back of the brunette's knees touched their queen sized divan. Emma held on tighter as she eased her wife down onto her back while still maintaining the kiss.
The two crept slowly up the length of the bed towards the headboard. Regina gently laid back, her hair spreading along the plush pillow. Emma lowered herself on top of her wife. She gently pulled her pink lips away to stare down at the beautiful woman, as if for the first time ever. Brown eyes slowly peaked under heavy eyelids before bringing tanned hands to caress the face above her, pulling it down for another kiss. The blonde obeyed the gesture and softly ran her hands down her wife's sides.
The brunette's tongue pushed easily through pink lips, tasting her gently. Their tongues working together, neither one trying to find dominance. In this moment there was no such thing. They were one.
Emma lightly pulled away before leaning down again.
A kiss to each perfectly shaped eyebrows. First one and then the other.
A kiss to a tanned nose.
Another on each cheek. Then one down every inch of the brunette's jaw. Regina's hand slid into the golden curly mane, delicately clutching it, doing no more than curling her fingers. Emma continued her gentle ministrations. Her nose nudged the brunette's face to the side as she continued to kiss down, stopping at the crossing where neck meets shoulder. Regina sighed softly as her wife lightly sucked, not to leave a mark, strictly for pleasure. The brunette tugged lightly at the flaxen mane making Emma face her to place another caress on already kiss swollen lips.
The blonde's hands soothed up and down the brunette's sides before sliding under her back and unhooking her wife's black bra. She gently pulled the straps down her arms before tossing the underwear to the side. Emma held herself up as she looked down at the brunette. She's missed this so much. It's been so long. To have it now was almost surreal.
Her body settled against Regina's again. She was sure not to put too much pressure down against her wife.
A kiss to swollen grateful lips.
Another down the length of the brunette's collar bone.
A kiss for every inch down the tanned valley between breasts.
Emma let her tongue trail to one of her wife's beautiful mounds. A pale hand held the other. Not pinching or pulling. Just…feeling. Caressing.
She retracted her tongue to place soft kisses against the breast. As she drew closer to the nipple the blonde stopped, her lips still pressed gingerly against tanned skin.
Regina looked down to see a tear fall down from Emma's closed eyelid. She reached down placing her palm on the blonde's free cheek. This caught her attention and green eyes met brown. "I forgive you Emma…and I know you forgive me too." She said almost in a whisper.
The blonde placed her hand over the one currently touching her cheek. She then removed it and kissed her palm. Her mouth than moved back over to the same breast before wrapping her tongue around its peak. It swirled lovingly, before flicking over it. Soft whimpers escaped from the plump lips of the body below her. Removing the swollen peak from her mouth she rubbed her lips quietly against it before switching to the other side.
The brunette's heart rate started to increase. Her breaths were turning into soft gasps as her wife continued to pleasure her, creating a warm pooling between tanned thighs. As Emma made her way back over her wife's face, Regina tangled her hands once again into golden hair pulling her into a passionate kiss.
The blonde's hands started to travel again. This time to the brunette's waste, her fingers slipping into the hem of her pants and lace panties. Emma broke the kiss as she slowly started to sit back on her heels and Regina lifting her hips to allow the blonde to remove them.
As the garments hit the floor, Emma took a moment to look at her wife again. An incredulous expression. How could someone this beautiful belong to her? Pale hands rubbed the brunette's calves before leaning forward and placing her cheek against Regina's knee. She turned her face to kiss each one.
Regina sat up then and stood on her knees as her hands reached out to her wife, kissing her sweetly before softly pressing her back onto the bed. She laid her body flush on top and reached under to remove Emma's white bra. Brown eyes started into green as she started to lean forward again.
A kiss to the forehead.
A soft trail down the bridge of her nose.
A kiss to a slightly bruised lip. She lingered there. Silently apologizing. Emma turned her head to make their lips meet fully again.
Apology accepted.
Regina kissed against her wife's chin before trailing down the length of her neck to the valley between pale breasts. Gentle kisses made a path to one of the glorious mounds. As her mouth moved she felt the soft thumbing of Emma's heart. It was here that she stopped. She continued to let her lips linger against her wife's proof of life. The rhythmic thumbing signaling that her woman has come back to her. It wasn't a joke or an illusion. This was real.
Emma stroked Regina's silky brown hair, "I'm here Gina"
The brunette sniffed before continuing. She had forgotten how much she loved to hear the blonde's soft rapid breath under her touch. And she trailed further down.
A kiss to the stomach.
A kiss against the belly button.
A kiss to each slightly exposed hip bone.
Regina hooked her thumbs under the hem of the blonde's pants and underwear before removing them. She slid back to her wife's body, connecting against the one below as they kissed again. The two hung onto each other tightly. As if they let go they would float away if they let go. And this feeling they had right now…was much too good to let it get away.
Emma reached down to grab onto Regina's thigh before changing their positions and landing her on top. Breaking the kiss she sat back to gently push her wife's legs open. There would be no separation of their bodies tonight. At least right now. She needed to be close. She needed to feel the woman. Her love. Her life.
Opening herself, Emma settled between Regina's legs, kissing their clits together. With both hands positioned at the brunette's head, she started to swirl her hips against the body below her; deeply, slowly…gently. She wanted this to last as long as it could. There would be no rushing. Only savoring.
The two moaned in unison. The blonde lowered her head to kiss soft tanned skin as Regina soothed her hands over her wife's back, scratching slightly when Emma would deepen each thrust of her pelvis.
The brunette moved her hips in rhythm with her wife. Their love making simulating an contemporary dance. Moving in unison beautifully. Both in full control of their bodies while completing each other effortlessly.
Emma's hip ground down more firmly, feeling her climax approach. She could tell her wife was close by the way the tanned legs pressed against her waist were shivering. So she kept her movements slow and strong. To draw out each delicious moment of their oncoming orgasm. Bringing her head from the brunette's neck, Emma looked down to see her wife's closed eyes. Pink lips began to kiss over the tanned face. "Regina…stay with me."
A kiss to each eye lid. One than the other.
Kisses along the length of her chin, coaxing her to open her eyes. Soon brown eyes peaked from under dazed lids as they met green. The closer their orgasm approached the more they started to loose each other. But they fought until the last final moment. Both their eyes closing as their bodies writhed together.
Slowing her movements to a stop, Emma brought both her hands to cup Regina's face and bringing them into a long, sensual kiss. Barely a breath apart the blonde whispered against plump lips, "Tell me again…"
A kiss to swollen lips.
Regina looked deep into green eyes. Silent.
"Tell me again…" a kiss, "Regina I love you, tell me again."
A soft smile, "I love you." She whispered.
A kiss.
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"More…"
"I love you Emma."
The blonde smiled as she kissed Regina again before slowly wrapping her arms around tanned skin bringing them into a tight embrace. Their heart's beating for each other once more. Emma whispered into her wife's ear. "Don't you ever ask me for a divorce again."
Regina tightened her arms around her love and whispered back, "Never."
^^^^^^^ a special line break for GrimInspirations hehe
I'm really sorry for the disappointment I caused some of you for the last chapter. But I was faced with deciding if I wanted them happy or not. And well…I think you got that answer. I do hope this makes up for it. Don't worry the story doesn't end here. Until next time lovely people.