Emma was learning how difficult it was to remove someone else's clothing, and your own, all while refusing to stop kissing. She had Regina now laying on her back on the sofa. She had placed her body between the Queen's legs, and Regina's button down shirt was wide open, exposing a soft, quivering stomach.
Emma maneuvered off Regina's shirt, getting the dark-haired woman to sit up without breaking lip contact, also unclasping her bra, but not taking it off before lowering Regina back down onto the couch. When Emma's hands slipped under the silk cups to feel her skin, Regina had to break lip contact to gasp, her eyes shooting open to see the woman touching her. She loved when Emma touched her breasts, and her sensitive nipples perked up at the feel of the blonde's warm palms.
Emma locked onto chocolate eyes, milk chocolate with little specs of dark flickering through. She could tell from Regina's labored inhales that she was enjoying the Savior's touch, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. She settled on keeping them half cast, still wanting to see the Savior's movements.
This time, as she started reaching for the blonde's belt, nobody stopped her. Emma sat back on her heels letting the desperate hands open the buckle, and then undo the button and pull down the zipper, all while never breaking eye contact. She thought seeing the Queen undoing her pants while panting in heat was the sexiest thing she had ever been in the presence of. She loved Regina showing her how much she was wanted.
Emma pulled Regina's bra clear off and went back to her mouth, leaning Regina back, feeling Regina's hands slip under her pants to grab her behind, feeling Emma's skin, and then moving upward under her shirt. The hands were encouraging the Savior to kiss harder, funneling her passion and dizziness and desire through her mouth, as she started to pull her own shirt up, until it reached her neck.
Regina was getting aggressive now. She had been wanting this for quite some time, and wanting it ever so badly once she new how good the Savior's lips and tongue felt against her own. While Emma pulled back to pull off her own shirt, Regina started tugging at the plain white bra.
Eventually, they tumbled their way up the stairs, fully free of clothing by the time they hit the bed, keeping their mouths together as much as possible, and when not possible, they stayed at least close enough to feel the other's breath.
Regina practically threw Emma down on her back. Nothing was stopping them this time, Regina was sure of that. She put her full body on top of the Savior, putting a thigh in between the blonde's, putting pressure on the smooth heat source that the Queen had ignited. Regina knew her own sex was soaked by that point; she was soaked by Emma's first brush of her nipples.
Emma wasn't expecting to be the one on her back, and if she were, not quite so quickly. She wasn't going to complain, either. Regina moved her leg against the Savior's center, pumping with her whole body while panting into Emma's ear. Regina latched on to Emma's right nipple with her wet mouth, feeling the texture of the sensitive peak against her tongue. Regina began moving her mouth back and forth between the Savior's nipples, giving each a firm sucking and licking, back and forth, enjoying the grunts it was creating from the woman writhing beneath her. Emma's moans were now coming in rhythm with Regina's leg, until Regina couldn't wait any longer before moving down between Emma's thighs, face to face with her bare sex.
Between the sight of what Emma must have thought to shave freshly that morning, and the scent that hit Regina's nose right away, her mouth was watering. The Queen wanted to learn both the taste and the texture of the Savior's softest, most intimate part.
She started at the smooth patch of skin. There wasn't even a hint of stubble. Emma must have been thinking about this moment, and given herself time to prepare. Regina found this to be a tremendous turn-on. She gave the smoothness long, hot licks, letting the anticipation build, before licking down to the very cleft of where the skin would part into lips. The Savior let out a long, low groan at feeling Regina's mouth so close to where she was hoping she'd go. She could see the blonde's clit peaking out through perfect pink inner lips, her wetness seeping out a bit lower.
She gave a few long, soft licks before placing her mouth over Emma's perfect bud, letting the natural juices soak her chin, pressing her face in further. Emma gripped Regina's hair, holding on like she might completely lose all control.
Which is exactly what happened. Regina's sucking never lightened up, her whole face pressing into Emma, wanting to feel more of Emma, to have her arousal all over her face, even if it meant speeding the Savior towards her orgasm. She threw the Savior's thighs over her shoulders, snaking her arms around to hold down her stomach. Emma, who up until that point had stopped speaking completely once they had begun, yelled out her Queen's name as every muscle felt the energy shoot through her. She saw her own magic bursting white, gold, and light purple behind her eyelids, having no idea if it were also bursting in a way that Regina could see or feel, also not having the ability to ask at that moment.
Regina didn't let go right away, keeping a tender part of her girlfriend in her mouth, but without sucking the most certainly sore bud. Emma had not lost consciousness, but lost sight and sound, only feeling the mouth between her thighs. She kept her mouth there, cradling the Savior's nerve endings in her mouth, feeling the pulsing against her face, until Emma's sensitivity forced her to push Regina away. The Queen moved to kiss the inside of her thighs.
It took Emma a couple of hours to recover from Regina's lovemaking, after falling asleep curled up next to Regina with her head on the Queen's chest. She awoke in the middle of the night, as though she had slept a full eight hours even though it couldn't have been more than two or three.
The Queen was still asleep. She had fallen asleep without the Savior returning her affections, and Emma found this to be unacceptable. Just looking at the naked brunette turned her passion level back to off the charts. She rolled on top of her lover, and started kissing her jaw, awakening her gently.
Regina moaned, slowly coming out of her nap, putting her hands around the soft, warm body on top of her out of instinct. She loved how Emma felt on top of her, with their bodies pressed together, their hips already knowing their desired rhythm, perfectly matching each other.
Regina was then awake, and very aware of what was occurring. She showed her approval by moving her legs so that they wrapped around Emma's hips, and used her heels to pull Emma's pubic bone directly into her center. Emma kept her arms where they were, cradling Regina's face on each side, and looked right into the dilated brown eyes.
She could see exactly what Regina wanted, and kept their bodies pressed together as she began her grinding motion into the soaking wet, whimpering Queen. Emma kept a steady slow, deep grind, feeling her shaven skin pushing into a very swollen clit, sliding her way through desperate lips. She was rotating between kissing Regina, pulling back to stare into her eyes, and burying her face in the brunette's shoulder, kissing and biting down on the skin there, and moving back to full eye contact. Judging from Regina's moans and her own hip movements, encouraging the Savior to continue, the Queen appeared to be in sexual bliss.
Emma couldn't get enough of Regina's eyes. They were a different shade of brown than her hair, lighter, and creamy looking, like a chocolate fountain. The intimacy of staring into Emma's eyes, feeling her against her full naked form, and grinding into her wet heat had Regina in absolute sensual heaven. Her arms never left the back of the Savior's neck, keeping her close.
Emma caught on after a few more minutes that she wasn't providing enough pressure to bring Regina the kind of bursting pleasure that she had experienced earlier, and went to kiss her way down the soft, shaking body.
"No." Regina ran her fingers through Emma's hair, and pulled her back up so they were face to face.
"Baby, you can't come like this." Emma was back staring into the chocolate pools, pressing their cores back together, enjoying the gasp it produced.
"I don't care if I come. I want to feel you. Everywhere. And I don't want you to stop." Emma knew what she meant. She didn't want to have to give up any of their skin contact either, or being face to face. Emma kissed her, showing Regina that she wouldn't go anywhere; she was right where she wanted to be.
"We can have both." Emma's answer was a promise, and she kept her body pressed to Regina's, staying between her legs. She only lifted up enough to move a hand between their grinding centers, moving her fingers up and down the Queen's soaked, and now oversensitive slit, and then quickly settling her body back down. The change in contact was enough, while still providing the closeness that Regina needed that within a minute the chocolate eyes that had Emma mesmerized rolled back into her head, a cry catching in her throat, struggling to come out, as Emma felt her Queen pulsing around her fingertips while arching her back.
Emma stayed face to face with her lover, kissing her down from her high, keeping her hand between them to run her fingers through soft, short, dark curls. They stayed like this for a long while, exchanging kisses and looks, until their eyes naturally started to close, and Emma settled onto Regina's body for sleep.
The next morning, Regina was the first awake. They had shifted so that they were both on their right sides, with Regina as the big spoon. She could feel Emma's full body moving with slow, deep breaths.
Regina thought that when she finally did wake up after a night with the Savior, she would freak out, or not know what to say and play possum until she left to get ready for work. However, once it actually happened, waking up wrapped around Emma felt completely normal to her. She was comfortable with their bodies pressed together, smiling as she thought back to the night before.
She could see Emma's natural comfort with the situation as well, as she rolled over, and smiled at the sight of bed-head Regina. She had never seen anything more gorgeous in her life, and decided right then that Regina, first thing in the morning, with no make up, sex-tossed hair, in all of her natural beauty was perfect.
Regina kissed her good morning, pressing just their lips together, suddenly worried that she might have morning breath. She didn't want to scare her Savior off after such a satisfying night together.
Emma pulled back. "Mind if I skip my morning workout today, my Queen? I think I came so hard, my abs are still sore from last night." Emma was smiling brightly, running her fingers along Regina's jawline.
"Hmmm, skipping out today? What am I going to do with my morning then?" Regina rolled onto her back. Without missing a beat, Emma rolled right on top of her.
"I can think of something things that are better than watching me sweat from twenty yards away." She let out a growl before introducing her new lover to the wonders of morning sex.
Snow White had been nothing but a supreme princess crankypants since returning back from the weekend excursion. Anytime Charming tried to get her to talk, she just bit his head off all the more aggressively. She tensed as soon as she got home from school, and on nights where she taught University classes, she was extra snappy. This was one of those nights. Emma had been all smiles and giggles all day, and by the time Snow arrived to teach her night session, Regina and Emma were making goo-goo eyes at each other in the faculty lounge. Seeing Emma and Regina acting all cutesy and couple-y with each other was one quick way to set off Snow's continuous bad mood, spiraling into just plain nastiness.
Charming thought that maybe she was stretching herself too thin by working a full day at the elementary school Monday through Friday and still teaching twice a week at the University. However, suggesting a cut-back in working hours meant that Prince Charming was now the target of all of Snow's pent up aggression.
"Oh, so I should just work less because YOU think it's too much for me to handle. Forget what I might want, David, forget that this is just my CAREER we're talking about. It's not like 'princess' is a real job option in this world."
"Okay, then don't cut back. It was just a suggestion. At the end of the day, I just want you to be happy."
"Well, I'm not! So there! I'm not happing now, and I'm not going to be happy cutting back! So learn to deal with it!"
David had a split second where he was thought coming into this conversation without at least a shield, if not full armor, was a mistake.
"Well, if it's not working too much, what is it? Something's bothering you, Snow, I can see it. It's upsetting for me to have to watch you slam things around every night."
"Oh, way to make it always about YOU, David. What about what I want? Hmm? Does anybody think of that? Is anyone thinking of me at all?"
Clearly, David was going to have to start fishing to drag this out. And he knew that since Snow was the most wound up after working with the knights-in-training, the bait should most likely be Emma.
"I'm on your side, Snow. I think it's good to remember that. We're a team, even if we don't always agree, or in situations like now, where I don't know what's going on, so I don't know if we agree. Is Emma upsetting you?"
Snow crossed her arms over her chest. Clearly, David had struck a chord, as Snow now refused to answer.
"Okay, so how much is it freaking you out that Emma is dating your Step-mother?"
Snow looked incredibly pissed that he went there, but she did have the sense to know that she can't spend all of her time snapping at her husband and in the end still have one.
"It's not that she married my father, David. Really. She was never really my 'step-mother'. She just happened to be this evil woman who lived with us."
"Okay, so it's the evil part? Because the most dangerous thing she's done in the last few years was missing that one block club meeting about putting in rose bushes. I think she was just trying to get out of having to actually plant a rose bush."
"I know she's not evil, David. We made our peace with each other before the Great War. I'm not crazy about her, but I'm not cranky about her either, if we're being honest."
"Well then what's actually going on? C'mon, Snow. If you can't talk to me, who can you talk to?" She knew he was right. They might sneak around each other like when David tries to slip things into the grocery cart that they don't really need, or when Snow sends Ruby to be a secret spy…actually, no, they clearly had been hiding plenty from each other.
Snow decided they did need to start talking. Or, rather, that she needed to. David was as transparent as plastic cling-wrap. She was the sneakier of the two, who held more inside until it was forced out.
"Okay, it is about Emma."
"So you're mad at Emma for dating Regina?"
"No. David, get off of the Regina train. I don't care that it's Regina. It's just…Emma never calls me 'Mom' unless I'm making her angry, but she calls you Dad whenever you give her the 'anything for my little girl' face. We missed her first birthday, we missed her first day of school, we missed her first period, yes, David, I said period, stay with me here…it's just that we missed so many mother-daughter milestones that I thought that once we were together again, we wouldn't skip over them voluntarily."
"So you're mad at Emma because you missed her first date, and she just carried on dating like an adult once we came into her life?"
Snow pinched the center of her forehead. David, while truly a caring husband, wasn't always the sharpest knife in the drawer.
"I'm saying, David, that Emma never actually came out to me."
"Oh. Oh! I get it…I think. So you didn't know she liked women?"
"Of course I did. I have eyeballs, David. That's not the point. It's just that from everything I've read and seen, it's supposed to be a big deal when you come out to your parents. Emma didn't think I was important enough to come out to at all, before or after the curse broke." It was especially upsetting after today. She knew what Regina looked like when love sick from the first time all those years ago, but she didn't think Emma was the goo-goo eyes type. It was like she didn't know Emma at all.
David understood exactly what she was saying. Emma might call him "Dad" and have a certain fondness for him, but it was nowhere near parent-child level bonding.
"I guess maybe we could put in more of an effort too. If we want her to be closer to us, it's our move. What can we do to make Emma feel like she can talk to us, even if we don't completely feel like her parents yet?" David could see the wheels start spinning in Snow's head before he even finished his question. How to get Emma to interact with them like parents, indeed...
David's wheels, or should we say wheel more appropriately, also started turning at that moment. How would he get Emma to come out to people who already knew she was gay so Snow could have just ONE happy, touching, mother-daughter moment?
Emma sat next to Mulan, still grinning like a seven year old with her first lollipop. However, she was being outdone by Mulan's ear-to-ear stretch of her own.
"I'm guessing you've been having a good time." Emma had no idea what was going on. Had Mulan finally mustered up the moxy to say something to Belle's face? She looked like she might have passed her a note through Ruby that said, "Do you like me? Circle Yes or No."
"I asked her out." Mulan's grin grew even wider, which Emma didn't think was possible until she saw it.
"That's great! Oh man, that's awesome! I mean, I'm guessing she said yes, since you're still, you know, showering and dressing in the morning and not cradling a pint of cookies n' cream. Yes, I know your sad-face ice cream."
"She not only said yes, but she let me walk her home, and she kissed me on the cheek."
"Alright!" Emma put up her hand for a high-five, and Mulan happily complied.
"What about you? Looks like you had the same."
"Not exactly."
"What? You asked her on a date and she said no?"
"No, no nothing like that. This is my happy face, Mulan. We're just…skipping the dating part, I guess."
"I don't get it."
"Well, let's put it this way. You know that book we read last week? Well, it doesn't even come close to describing what it's really like."
"Oh. OH!" Mulan turned red, having the decency to look away before giggling into her beer. "I'm happy for you! Looks like we're both finally hitting some luck in the lady department. But, I still need some help."
"You don't need any help, Mulan. You're right on track. She's going out with you all because of your own charm, not from anything we watched in a movie. Just be yourself."
"Don't leave me hanging, Emma. Please. I want to do this right. I don't want our first date to be something we look back on years later, and Belle has to give me a pity look and a comfort pat when we're talking about it. I want it to be good."
Emma had sympathy. She understood Mulan's nervousness. Really, Mulan was experiencing everyone else's high school dating jitters in her mid-twenties. It really wouldn't be fair to leave her hanging.
"Okay, but only if Regina can help too. What? I know I'm the Charming, but believe it or not she's more of the romantic charmer. And she knows how to be sneaky, which I'm sure will come in handy."
Tink was now making it a point to badger Ruby as much as possible during her diner shifts, since sitting at the counter basically made her a captive audience.
"It's perfect! I'm only putting in the top three events that I know I can win. Who wouldn't find an Ironfairy attractive? I mean think about how everyone goes crazy over Olympians. People of moderate attractiveness immediately jump to 'fuck me now' material when they're winners. Big winners. Like the kind of winner I'm going to be when I'm an Ironfairy winner."
"Hey, I'm not saying doing a competition is a bad idea. I think it's actually a really, really good idea, if you have the time to train for it. But I just think it's a lot of work for a lot of the wrong reasons."
"Please. If I were a guy, Ruby, and I were sitting here telling you I wanted to be a rock star to pick up chicks, nobody would bat an eye. Why can't I be an all-star to pick up chicks? Or dudes? Or…well, let's just say I'm negotiable."
"Tink, negotiable is the polite term for desperate."
Tink threw a fry over at her friend, and continued munching along happily. The fries would have to go once she started seriously training, so for now she was going to enjoy the greasy goodness.
Regina was sitting on one end of the couch, watching Henry read a book. Literally watching him. She wanted him to notice her, and stop reading on his own, instead of her barging in and interrupting him. Interrupting would be the kind of behavior that a smother-mother would do, and Regina had promised to no longer smother her child. That didn't mean that she didn't still want to. Tremendously.
Regina sighed. Henry didn't even acknowledge her presence.
She frowned, and sighed a bit louder, and more dramatically.
"Hi, Mom." Henry said without letting his eyes leave his book.
"Hi, dear." Henry now could feel his mother's eyes burning into him without having to look.
"What?"
"Oh, I don't want to interrupt you dear. Whenever you're done."
"Okay." Henry continued reading.
"Aaaahhhh." That was Regina's most exaggerated sigh yet. Henry knew at that point she wasn't going away. He dog-eared his page and closed the book.
"Okay. What?"
"Good. You're done. Henry, I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you, dear, but you did say now a few days ago that we would get to meet this Lilo you've been seeing."
"I know."
"So, Emma and I talked about it, and we would like you to pick how we meet her. If you'd like to bring her over for dinner, we'd love to have her. If you want us to take the two of you out somewhere, we can do that too. Whatever makes you comfortable is okay with us, as long as we get to meet her. Soon." Regina was really trying not to sound pushy. Instead it was coming out as desperate.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Sure. I said you could meet her, believe it or not she's been bugging me for awhile about meeting you."
"Really?" Regina was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. She suddenly liked the girl she had only had a glimpse of from a tree. If she wanted to meet his Moms, she couldn't be all that bad.
"Sure. Maybe we can have her over for dinner? The four of us? She wanted to hang out with me Friday night anyway. Maybe I can see if she's cool with coming over here?"
Regina was ecstatic. No, this was beyond ecstatic. She didn't ram her needs down his throat, and he agreed to have Lilo over. Their family agreement was actually working!
"Friday night would be great, Henry. I'll tell Emma."
"Shit! Regina, Shit!" Why Emma was now swearing at her was not something Regina understood.
"What, dear? I thought you wanted to meet her as much as I did!" Regina was glad she decided to call her girlfriend instead of text this conversation out.
"I told Mulan I'd date-coach her Friday night. Actually, I sort-of suggested you might be helping too."
"And how exactly does one 'date coach', Emma?"
"I was just going to sit outside the restaurant and wait for text updates. Anything along the lines of 'save me' means I bust in and tell her there's an emergency with Special Forces. If she gets stood up, then I'm supposed to come in and have a beer with her so she doesn't look like she just got ditched. You know, we have a plan."
"Well, I'm not backing us out of this. I don't want to give him the chance to change his mind."
"Okay. Fine. I think there's another option. Do you still have the earpiece and wrist microphone spy-talk thingie you used when you stalked our son while I was away? I thought I saw it in your room a couple of days ago."
"Yes. David wasn't interested in keeping any equipment that he couldn't use recreationally."
"Well, if I can borrow it, I can have dinner with you three without completely leaving Mulan hanging. I think I can convince Mulan to let me be a 'date-secret-service' type of friend instead of an all out 'date-coach'. It's really just having the crutch to make her feel less nervous that's important."
"Emma, if you blow this for us, so help me."
"Hey. I miss you." That put an end to Regina's threatening Queen voice immediately. Emma already knew how to melt the Queen into just Regina, who she missed every time they spent a night in their own homes and beds.
"I miss you too. Okay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Only because you have a cute butt."
Happy Weekend, Readers! -Rogue