You bring me to my knees
You make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways
Open up your gates cause I can't wait to see the light
And right there is where I wanna stay
Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you make feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars
Sequestered – Chapter Ten
"God, I thought that would never end." Emma says pulling Regina into her arms. The hotel room door is barely closed when the pair lunges at each other. They are drowning victims seeking each other out like a life raft. Neither woman had been able to think of anything other than this moment since they woke up in each other's arms. They had overslept and were left with time for little more than a kiss before they had to report for jury duty.
Emma claws desperately at Regina's clothing. The silk blouse comes off easily enough, but Emma struggles with the zipper at the side of Regina's black pencil skirt.
"Here, let me." Regina says, prying her lips away from Emma's mouth to undo her own skirt, which she kicks off along with her shoes. Emma takes a moment to admire Regina's from, clad only in an expensive looking pale pink bra and matching underwear.
"Damn." Emma bites her bottom lip at the sight. Regina smirks. She loves how vocal Emma is about liking her body. Regina has never really doubted her good looks, and she had wielded her sex appeal like weapon in the past, but something about Emma's compliments cause her heart to flutter and her stomach to drop. Maybe it's Emma's own allure that make the comments sweeter. The blonde has the best physique Regina has ever seen. The girl is practically carved from marble. She's like a graffitied Greek statute, Regina thinks with a predatory grin.
"You're staring Miss Swan." Regina comments, her lips curled up on one side. Emma doesn't get mad anymore when Regina addresses her formally. Regina only does it when she flirts, and Emma has started enjoying calling her Madam Mayor in return.
Emma doesn't respond, but tears her eyes away from the expanse of tanned skin to lock lips with the brunette once more. Arms come flying around Regina's waist as Emma leads them to the bedroom, walking Regina backward as they go. The remaining clothing hits the floor as they move, until Regina is naked and Emma is left in her bra and boyshorts.
Once in the bedroom, Regina continues toward the bed, but is stopped by Emma's hands circled around her wrists. Brown eyes gaze at Emma quizzically.
"Don't move." Emma whispers in her ear, voice husky and dripping with desire, lips just grazing her skin. The words send a warmth straight through Regina. She does as she's asked without question. She likes that Emma takes control like this. It is something neither Mayor Mills nor Queen Regina have ever allowed or enjoyed. But, as in all things, the blonde is an exception to Regina's rules.
The room is silent, save for the increasing pace of Regina's breathing. Emma walks around behind her. Evaluating. Her fingertips grazing Regina's lower back in passing. A kiss left on her shoulder. It is only a few moments until Emma returns to her original position in front of Regina, but the darker woman's heart is already hammering in her chest. Bright eyes locking with brown, as if to express something more meaningful, which her lips dare not say. Looking at each other like this is almost too intense. It increases their desire. They relish this moment before they are utterly consumed with each other. The air is thick and heavy with anticipation. A shiver races over Regina's body under the scrutiny of Emma's stare. The brunette is certain that she is about to be devoured.
Without further warning, Emma drops to her knees and Regina cannot suppress the sharp intake of breath at the sight. Emma kneeling before her is nothing short of exhilarating. Regina reaches out and runs her fingers through straight blonde hair, pulling the tresses within her tight grip. Emma looks up, eyes a rich blue, and Regina feels her heart beating out of rhythm. It's pumping too fast, but there is nothing Regina can do to slow it. Not when she's with Emma. Not when they are like this. Bare. Vulnerable. Stripped of titles and pretense. Honest.
Emma's hands are soft and warm as they travel up the length of Regina's thighs, up her hips, over her abdomen and back down to the front of her thighs. Regina is already beginning to tremble as goosebumps form in the wake of Emma's touch.
Emma licks her lips unconsciously. She had been waiting to do this. Waiting to taste Regina. She doesn't know why she treats everything with the brunette like a milestone but she does, and she doesn't want to rush to check things off her list. She wants each new step to be memorable. She wants to make this affair feel less like a whirlwind running together in a string of passionate moments. Perhaps it was the expiration date looming over them. The impending end of the trial. Emma doesn't let herself think about any longer, as her lips press against Regina's stomach. Just under her belly button.
Regina sighs and moves her hand to the back of Emma's neck. She runs her fingers through the other woman's hair as Emma's lips continue to forge a slow path downward, her hands gripping Regina's hips to hold her steady.
"Spread your legs." Emma commands between light kisses over Regina's pelvic bone. Regina nearly comes at the instruction. Emma's confident, almost demanding tone, stands in sharp contrast to the softness of her touch. It takes Regina a moment to recover from the rush of arousal, but she does as asked, and her stance widens to allow Emma better access.
Emma's kisses become more purposeful, her own breath quickening with anticipation. Her hands gripping Regina's hips tighter. Emma's tongue ventures out passed pink lips to run over Regina's smooth bare skin. A moan turns into a sigh as Regina feels the searing heat of Emma's tongue on her. So close to her throbbing center, but not nearly close enough.
Emma hovers a centimeter away from Regina's clit. The heat of her breaths on the sensitive flesh driving Regina insane. She bites her bottom lip to contain her excitement, and resists the urge to pull Emma's face closer. Emma's palms run over Regina's muscular thighs and down her legs to grip strong calves.
As Emma's breaths quicken, Regina's desperation grows. The brunette glances down, but her eyes slam shut at the sight of Emma staring at her in wonder. Green eyes wild with desire. Hands returning to Regina's thighs, but this time warm fingers move along the inside over more sensitive skin. When the tip of Emma's nose grazes her clit, Regina nearly jumps out of her skin. A tremble rips through the brunette, knees already feeling weak and threatening to give way.
A light kiss over her slit, and Regina is sure she won't be able to continue standing much longer. Emma groans as her fingers gently open Regina, exposing her clit, and her lips can't stop from kissing her again directly over her aching bundle of nerves.
"God." Regina whispers and grips Emma's hair tighter. The blonde locks becoming the shaky woman's only source of support. Emma's moan vibrates over Regina's sensitive flesh, and Regina groans in response.
The taste of the brunette is everything Emma imagined it would be, and she is instantly addicted. She knows that she will never get enough of her. With that thought, Emma covers Regina's pussy with her mouth, and lets her tongue roam as far as it can stretch.
Regina nearly collapses. She wasn't ready for that much contact. Emma had been teasing, and moving so slowly, but suddenly she was everywhere. Her tongue hot against Regina's flesh and hard inside of her, pushing into her entrance.
Emma moans and pushes harder when she feels how tight Regina is around her tongue. Regina's fingers grip Emma's hair hard, and she doesn't know whether to pull the blonde away, or bring her harder into her. Her indecision leaves her immobilized, and open to Emma's advancing mouth.
"Emma," Regina moans, her words trailing off. She doesn't know what she wanted to say, but whatever it was is not as important as Emma's lips around her clit. Another moan is joined by soft curses, and Regina can feel the muscles in her thighs begin to quake. She wants so desperately to lie down, so that she can stop thinking about keeping herself upright, and just let herself fall into this feeling. She just wants to have the earth-shattering orgasm she knows is imminent.
The sensation of Regina growing wetter and hotter in her mouth is almost too much for Emma to handle. Almost. The blonde can feel Regina's legs are growing unsteady, but she stopped them too far from the bed, and this floor is no place for Regina. Emma's hands move from where she is holding Regina open, and she slides them up to Regina's hips, providing a little more stability to the wavering brunette.
Instantly, Regina leans forward to put some of her weight on Emma's arms. The new position lets Regina focus more on the sensation of Emma's mouth, and less about keeping herself standing.
Emma's tongue darts over Regina's clit, and the brunette gasps as her eyes shut tighter. Her eyebrows knitting together and her free hand gripping Emma's wrist. Emma's moans add continuous vibration to her quickly moving tongue, running up and down Regina's clit relentlessly. Regina is sure that Emma is going to stop at any moment, that she is going to draw this out, and keep her orgasm just outside of her reach, but with each stroke of her clit, Regina is feeling her climax race toward its peak.
"Please," Regina begs, warning Emma that she is getting close to that point of no return – close to that place where she won't be able to pull back, and wait for Emma to make her come.
The blonde's tongue continues undeterred, her lips holding Regina tighter. Emma feels Regina's hand tighten in her hair. The pain is almost excruciating, but she doesn't dare tell Regina to stop. Emma feels a flood of wetness and desperate panting and she knows Regina is coming, even if the brunette can't otherwise convey the message. Emma's hands grip her waist tighter, trying to keep her steady, as her own muscles weaken at the sensation of Regina coming in her mouth. Emma keeps moving until Regina finally pushes her away, her body unable to take anymore.
When Emma's head stills, Regina is left gasping for air. She pulls the blonde up by her arms, and Emma can feel her knees scream in pain from holding her weight. The agony is worth it when Regina kisses her with more passion and fervor than ever before. The kiss is a mess of teeth and tongue, and as soon as Regina can get her brain working, she drags herself and Emma backward onto the bed.
The mattress springs creak slightly as Regina scrambles backward toward the headboard, Emma following quickly behind her and stretching over her naked body. Another long heated kiss, and Emma positions herself squarely between Regina's legs before sitting back on her heals. Blue eyes take in the sight of Regina sprawled out on the bed, legs open, chest heaving, and waiting for Emma's body to return to its rightful place against her skin.
Emma grips the back of Regina's knees, effectively lifting her bottom half off the bed as she pulls the brunette toward her own body. Regina lands with a bounce and Emma wastes no time moving in between her thighs. Much like a tiger stalking its pray. Regina moans when Emma makes contact with her sensitive center. The blonde echoes the sound as she feels Regina press against her aching clit.
"You are so fucking hot." Emma whispers before taking Regina's bottom lip in between her teeth. Her hips rolling into Regina, and causing the darker woman to tremble with anticipation. This lightest of friction is already enough to send both women over the edge. Emma quickens her pace as her tongue descends passed bruised lips and another moan escapes the brunette. This one is more desperate than the last.
Emma's rocking becomes more frenzied, as are her moans between kisses. Regina is sure that the blonde is close to climax, but she doesn't really understand how. Certainly the friction between them in this position couldn't be enough.
"Fuck." Emma groans, unable to keep her lips on Regina's mouth, and instead resting her forehead on the brunette's brow. The blonde's pace steadies and her movements become more rhythmic. Regina's legs wrap around Emma's waist, and she moves her hips up to feel more of the blonde against her center. The new position causes Emma's entire body to tremble and move faster between Regina's thighs. Regina watches a dark scarlet flush cover Emma's face. A layer of sweat building up over her skin, making the blonde's back almost slippery. Regina's back arches in response and her nails dig hard into Emma's shoulder blades.
"God, yes." Emma groans at the feel of scratches forming on her skin. She wants Regina to dig her nails in deeper, and the brunette does, as if she were able to read Emma's mind.
"Don't stop." Regina manages to choke out between each pleasurable thrust of Emma's hips. Emma grinds down harder, her body almost thrashing against Regina.
"I'm coming." Emma groans and drops her head into Regina's neck. Regina feels her own climax peak and her nails rip through the flesh of Emma's back as she does, her hands continuing down until gripping Emma's firm ass and pushing the other woman harder into her. Regina moans and trembles as she rolls her hips against Emma's still thrusting pelvis. It takes the blonde only a moment to press her hand between them and slip her finger inside of Regina's soaking wet center, causing a scream from the brunette at the unexpected entry. Emma whispers encouragement in her ear until Regina feels another wave of heat swell within her and she explodes over Emma's fingers pumping hard inside of her.
Breathless kisses and unspoken emotions pass between them until Emma slowly pulls out of Regina and drops next to her on the bed. Both covered in sweat, and happier than any other people on Earth.
After catching her breath enough to stop panting, Regina moves to her side to face Emma. Blue eyes are hidden behind closed eyelids, and plump lips are spread into a satisfied smile.
"You're quite beautiful dear." Regina says almost to herself. She isn't the most comfortable with giving compliments, but it comes out naturally. Emma smiles wider in return, but her eyes remain closed as she tries to regain the feeling in her extremities.
Regina props her head up on her left hand, as her right hand moves over the twitching muscles of Emma's abdomen. She runs her open palm over her stomach and across to slightly protruding hipbones. Regina can feel Emma tense at the contact, and continues her exploration upwards, over her ribcage and up the middle of her chest.
The rise and fall of Emma's chest has doubled in speed, and her smile replaced with a bitten lower lip and scrunched together eyebrows. Regina's fingertips trace the edge of Emma's low cut bra. Teasing the space between fabric and skin.
"Can I take this off?" Regina whispers, her cheeks reddening, but Emma doesn't notice because her eyes are shut even tighter than before. The blonde nods after a minute and Regina reaches behind her back to unhook the garment. She can't do it one handed like Emma, but she manages to undo the clasp. Regina hesitates before pulling Emma's bra away, slowly revealing the pale flesh.
Brown eyes widen in wonder at Emma's heaving chest, her topless form visible to Regina for the first time. The blush that formed on Emma's cheeks has spread south, and Regina knows Emma must be uncomfortable, but she can't help reaching out to feel the firmness of Emma's chest. Regina's fingertips just graze Emma's nipple, which hardens under her touch.
Emma's breath hitches at the contact, but she doesn't stop Regina's hand from exploring. From rolling and pinching. From pulling and palming. Emma's bottom lip is close to bleeding from how hard she is biting it to keep herself together. Regina's heart is pounding as she continues her ministrations. She watches Emma's face as she feels the soft skin over Emma's abdomen. Tracing a line over Emma's navel and down to the edge of Emma's boyshorts. Regina doesn't realize she is holding her breath until it comes out in a long sigh at the feel of Emma's warm skin.
Blue eyes burst open at the sensation of Regina's hand snaking into her underwear.
"Water?" Emma yells and nearly catapults herself out of the bed. Regina is too surprised to respond and the blonde is bounding out of the room before Regina can protest.
"Ok." Regina mutters to herself and throws herself back down onto the bed. The brunette wonders why Emma won't take off her panties, or let Regina touch her. She wonders if Emma is hiding something down there, but she just can't imagine what it could be.
"Here you go." Emma offers Regina a cold bottle of water from the fridge.
"Thanks." Regina tries to smile and hide her disappointment that the mood is broken. The brunette is surprised that Emma remains topless and returns to her position on the left side of the bed. Chestnut eyes survey exposed skin.
"What about this one?" Regina asks pointing to a tattoo on Emma's hip, and trying to distract herself from the desire to get in the blonde's pants.
Emma looks down to where Regina is pointing. It's a butterfly breaking through a cocoon. A sad smile creeps over Emma's lips.
"Oh, I got that after my first heartbreak. Heart annihilation really." Emma says trying to chuckle.
"What happened?" Regina asks, setting her bottle of water on the nightstand.
"Oh you know. The usual." Emma says with a sigh and a forced smile. "Girl meets Woman. Girl falls in loves with Woman. Woman ends up having a husband." Emma leaves out the rest of the story where Emma's pregnancy had been the real reason that the "woman" had broken up with her. That was not a story she ever told anyone. Ever. Emma feels the sadness creep into her heart and she pulls Regina down into her arms. "What about you Madam Mayor? Ever had your heart stomped on?" Emma asks pressing a kiss into the top of Regina's head.
"I suppose, in a manner of speaking." Regina says with more gloom than she intended.
"What do you mean?" Emma asks, her arms holding the brunette tighter. Regina sighs before she can speak. She hadn't spoken about Daniel in so long.
"Well, my mother did not approve of us. Mother was always . . . difficult." Regina begins, but doesn't really know how to explain. What words can she possibly use to describe the nightmare she lived through so many lifetimes ago?
"Why didn't she like him?" Emma asks, stroking Regina's silky brown hair. "Was he a bad boy?" Emma asks trying to make light of what she can feel is a heavy story.
"Quite the opposite in fact." Regina's voice sounds distant. It was obvious her mind was going to a far away place. "He was very sweet." She finished, thinking of the boy she once loved so much.
"What was the problem then?" Emma asked, starting to feel a sleepiness invade her eyes.
"Mother didn't believe he would be able to give me the future I deserved." Regina said mechanically. She didn't want to think about Daniel, or the image of his beating heart crushed by her mother's hand.
"That sucks." Emma comments with a yawn. "You should have run away together. Get away from your mother." She says halfway to unconsciousness.
Regina can't help but laugh, as the tears form behind her eyes. Her arms wrap around Emma tighter, and she nestles into the blonde. Emma's hold reflexively tightens around the darker woman, and Regina manages to find sleep despite the thoughts of Daniel. She finds comfort and security despite her sadness, and she wonders who will chase away her nightmares when all of this is over.
A/N: Thanks for reading/following/reviewing! It keeps me working! ;)
Alright, so literally I have like four or five more chapters full of Swan Queen lovin planed, but I feel like it may be a bit much. I can condense it and move the story along with more or less the same plot development, but less smut. What do you think? Your input is greatly appreciated!
All mistakes are mine, and I did write a lot of this in an airport, so I apologize for any errors. Please let me know what you think! ;)