Disclaimer in Chapter One.
NSFW.
"Then kiss me."
Every rational neuron in Emma's brain must have shut down as the words were whispered so gently into her mouth it was like Regina had become her only source of oxygen. The fight she had put herself through for the past week and a half was blissfully silenced as she leaned forward and closed the gap between them.
Whatever fantasy she ever imagined of what Regina's lips would taste like dulled in comparison as soft plump lips tasting strongly of the wine and the alcohol they had consumed earlier moved tantalizingly against her own. Kissing had been Emma's forte. She'd even go to say she was an expert in the fact. But kissing Regina—Emma didn't know when to breathe or press forward until Regina's breathy sigh puffed against her lips and she just moved. Her fingertips played at the silk nighty bunched at Regina's waist until they moved more surely, grasping onto hips and tugging the brunette down entirely so she sat across her lap.
Regina gasped. Emma's breath hitched. And then lips so softly exploring one another moved languidly in a familiar dance that was even closer than their moves at the club, it made Emma's throat close in overwhelming need. She whimpered, pulling back just enough so that their lips brushed, and the blonde had to take a moment to get her bearings. It seemed the only way she could do that was by pressing her fingers more firmly around Regina's waist so that the side of her thigh was pressed securely against her stomach.
The air between them was heavy, and both were panting heavily in harmony. They may have been on this trip to knock off Regina's bucket list, but this was definitely Emma's number one crossed off the list. Kissing Regina, what else could be better? A mixture of excitement and fear coursed through her, the former making her blood boil but the latter pleading to the logical side of her brain that kissing her best friend might not have been the smartest move, but that side of her brain was quickly stamped down by the sheer knowledge that of course this kiss was phenomenal.
"Were there fireworks for you?" Regina broke the silence with her husky voice, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs at the nape of Emma's neck so gently she was sure Regina could feel the goosebumps prickling at their touching thighs.
Emma barely had time to chuckle before she was tugging Regina closer and whispering, "I knew it."
And they were kissing again, more determined this time now that they sampled the other's taste. Regina was all but hovering over Emma in the muskoka chair, the low and awkward angle making her back hurt, but then Emma stood up suddenly, shifting Regina into her arms so their fronts pressed closely against each other and Regina's legs wrapped around Emma's waist.
"Don't you dare drop me," Regina warned when she took a moment to glance over the balcony railing.
"Never." Emma captured her lips once more and stepped toward the glass door, making her way inside.
With every step, their lips continued to touch, finding each other in this overdue act. It was familiar but not. They had done this dance a million times. No, not the kissing, but they had hugged, they had held, they had touched. And oh god, were they touching. Emma almost thought that if this were ever going to happen between them there'd be absolute caution and hesitation. There wasn't. Only certainty and grip, and boy was it ever happening between them.
She felt Regina shudder when Emma released her lips and trailed kisses down her jaw line, the brunette giggling further and trying to pull away when Emma's breath tickled her ear. How many times had Emma snuck up behind her to blow in her ear just to see her squirm? They knew each other's weak spots, and having free reign over their bodies like this—Regina squirmed. The blonde held her close and laughed, the deep chuckle sending more shivers down her spine. When Emma moved to recapture Regina's lips, the brunette pulled back, surprising the blonde and making her falter.
"I—" Emma was already on the verge of apology, eyes wide and stuttering, but Regina just shook her head, easing her way out of Emma's grasp until they both stood. Her heart was racing so rapidly she was pretty sure this was what a heart attack felt like, but when Regina placed a soft kiss at her wrist and led them inside the bedroom alcove, Emma figured if she was going to die, then what a way to go.
The air was thick with tension, and Emma felt like she might be choking on it. But she followed Regina blindly, taking steps with her as the sun filtered in through their parted window curtain and cast their bed in a warm orange glow. Then suddenly Regina was pulling her nighty over her head like she was about to wade through a lake completely nude, and though they had been here before, they weren't actually here before and it made Emma's pulse jump.
"Regina?"
The brunette turned, her underwear falling around her ankles in a pool beside her night gown, and without more preamble than dropping onto the bed and scooting right into the middle of it, Regina lay on her back languidly and flashed Emma a knowing grin. "Draw me."
"What?" She strained to push words out of her constricting throat.
"I want you to draw me."
"Regina—"
The brunette turned onto her stomach then reared up on all fours like a cat. It was more of a predatory stance if Emma thought about it, and she was more than ready to play the prey and be devoured. "I am naked on the bed."
"Yes you are," the blonde whispered, not blind to the fact that the sun shined on Regina like she was the Holy Grail and Emma was a lowly raider.
"And this can go one of two ways, but I think we know we can end it in both ways," Regina drawled, leaning down on her forearms once more then rolling up on her side. The view of her at the lake may have been Regina's toned body, slick with water and pebbling under the cool night air, but seeing her now, completely vulnerable and exposed for Emma's eyes only, well the blonde wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Regina spoke once more and Emma knew she was done for. "If we're lucky."
Emma kept nodding her head, holding Regina's gaze as she found her backpack and only looked away to pull a leatherbound sketchbook away from her sack and a spare pencil. Then she sat. Her bottom firmly placed on the desk chair a foot away from the bed, Emma sat with her leg crossed like a table as she rested her book on top of her lap and flipped to a new page. They had joked about this all the time, Emma drawing Regina like "one of her French girls," but as Emma tried to control her breathing when she looked up at Regina once more, this was not some playful teasing.
The sun hit Regina like the curtains were parting just for her, and usually olive skin that had tanned to a toasted brown over the week looked golden in the light. Emma had no idea what this was or where this was going, but Regina told her to draw her, and Emma hadn't denied her yet. So she sketched, a faint outline of her body pressed against the plush cotton of the blanket, defining curves at the brunette's hips and waist, the hanging slope of her breast. Emma knew for sure that there was no draft in the room to make that nipple pert but there that was. Regina's face came next: carefully crafted chocolate eyes that twinkled in the light so brightly they almost looked like honey, the slight vein in her forehead whenever she concentrated too hard that was now at ease with relaxation and contentment. Emma desperately wanted to know what was running through Regina's thoughts as she lay exposed. She felt like snapping a picture and commuting this moment to memory, but Emma knew she didn't need a photograph to remember this. No, whatever was happening right now would stay in her mind forever.
"Let me know if you get tired," Emma broke the silence with a whisper. One minute they were kissing and the next, Emma had an abstract sketch of Regina naked on the bed. It was only through the hotel's clock did she realize not a word had been said in over an hour.
"I could do this all day." The blonde smirked and looked up to see Regina grin languidly and stretch out her legs in cat-like satisfaction.
"What is this?" Emma asked, still sketching the way Regina's legs crossed demurely at the ankles. "Your number one is to be naked and vulnerable?"
Regina shrugged. "I'm not vulnerable."
Emma cocked an eyebrow at that.
"I trust you."
"You kissed me," the blonde found herself saying before she gave it much thought, but she stared intently at Regina waiting for an explanation.
"I liked it," was all that she provided
Before Emma could ask the reason behind the kiss, her eyes drifted down to the thin strip of hair between Regina's thighs. It wasn't the fact that usually coarse hairs were glistening in the sun, though Emma clenched her legs and inhaled a shaky breath at that. It was the jeweled metal hidden just beneath it catching the light and Emma's eye that made her breath stutter once more. How on earth did she miss that? The obvious answer was that Regina had kissed her senseless and was now naked before her, but still.
She was up before she could stop herself, dropping her book and pencil on the vacant chair behind her to inspect her discovery like she was a treasure hunter. Well there definitely was a priceless jewel in front of her.
"You actually pierced your—" She squeaked and motioned to her own crotch.
"I thought you figured it out already." Regina uncrossed her legs, bending one on the bed for Emma to get a better look, and the blonde nearly passed out at the sight. The exposure tickled Regina's groin and the jewelry there making her sigh out in pleasure, the sound strongly resembling the one she heard only a two mornings ago. Holy Jesus fuck. Emma had always been curious about VCH piercings, but she never thought Regina would beat her to the punch. The idea that both of them could eventually have one, and what they could do with that if this day went well made Emma's mind spin in a spiral.
"I didn't really believe it," the blonde croaked, bringing up a hand to hover over Regina's upper thigh. She paused, catching brown eyes for confirmation, and when Regina shifted closer to Emma, so close she could smell her scent, the artist had a sudden need to grasp on to her muse.
So she touched.
Not a hand on her lower back or wrapping her arms around her in a bear hug or even touching her most intimate spot, but Emma was hoping they would get there soon. Her palm, hot against Regina's upper thigh, was a heavy but familiar weight. It seemed both women were entranced by the situation as their eyes locked, and the air around them grew heavier. It was no Florida heatwave coursing through their hotel room as the sun proved to be their only spotlight, but it sure as hell felt like all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out.
"Do you want to see it?" Regina asked, her voice low and husky as her hand already descended southward down the smooth plane of her stomach where her fingertips touched the top of her curls.
Though Emma should have been nervous, she was more curious than anything. And very, very turned on. "Can I?"
Slowly Regina's fingers descended further until she pulled back her nether lips with a hiss as her body inadvertently clenched under Emma's intense gaze. "I've gotten more sensitive down there."
"More?" The blonde repeated squeakily moving her hand up higher on Regina's thigh that she could feel the heat emanating from there.
Regina chuckled throatily, using her free hand to prop up her head as she stared at Emma transfixed on her piercing. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Steely green eyes locked with Regina's once more as Emma answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Dying for it, actually."
Regina bit her lip, and in a move that left no pretense to what was coming next, Regina tugged Emma up by fistful of hair and brought her nose to nose, lips not quite touching, but one tilt of the head forward, and they'd be kissing once more. They shared the same breath, senses alert though eyes lidded as Regina whispered. "What are you waiting for?"
Nothing, Emma determined as she pressed her lips soundly against Regina's, stealing the older woman's breath. One taste of each other, and the fire that had ignited only to simmer patiently exploded in an outpour, making the heat surrounding the room feel like a sauna, and at this rate, Emma was planning on working up a sweat. Regina rolled onto her back, pulling Emma down on top of her so the blonde was nestled in between her legs. As soon as her weight was firm against Regina's, the brunette hissed in pleasure, and Emma knew they were going to have a lot of fun with that piercing. Emma's own bare legs were tangled with the brunette's, and as her body moved against Regina's like an age-old dance they had done a million times even though it was the first time—first of many, Emma hoped—her knee moved upward, finding the heat between Regina's legs and pressing firmly.
"Jesus."
"Emma," the blonde responded smugly, nipping at Regina's jaw.
The brunette laughed throatily, stretching her neck back to give Emma more room, but she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut when the blonde's thigh this time came in contact with her core once more. "Mierda."
"Oh my god," Emma groaned, darting southward, drawn to Regina's moving hips seeking more contact before she latched eyes with the woman once more. Certainty. Unbridled confidence. They were actually doing this.
As if sensing the confirmation in the air, Regina reached down with both hands, grabbing fistfuls of Emma's oversized flannel shirt in her hands and tugged. The blonde broke away from her for a second, shucking the shirt over her head, chest bare and army panties still the only thing covering her decency. Regina gasped against her when flesh to flesh touched, and suddenly, it all just became a little too real.
"What is it that we're doing, Emma?" Regina asked as one final round of validation.
Hovering over the brunette, Emma let her fingers trail on the underside of Regina's tanned jaw sending shivers down the brunette's spine. "Well, I love you, and you love me—"
"Thank you, Barney."
The blonde swatted her shoulder as they both tried suppressing their laughter. With that, Emma caught Regina's lips, the alcohol still lingering on their tongues, but the unique taste of the other so intoxicating.
A mixture of pleased smugness and vulnerable nerves swelled in Emma's chest as she settled in between the brunette's bare and parted legs. The blonde broke the kiss, grinning at Regina's whimpers, only to make her descent southward. A turgid nipple slipped into her mouth, and Regina gasped as Emma's tongue flickered over the nipple before her mouth engulfed her breast entirely. This close, Emma could feel the hitch in Regina's breath and she swore she could hear the stutter in her heart. Regina's hand came up to press down on the unattended breast, but Emma wanted to play too. She placed her hand over Regina's, both of them working Regina higher and higher. Emma released the nipple with a final lick and moved to give its sister a departing kiss, mentally promising to return soon, before she continued her journey southward.
With every shimmy downwards, Regina squirmed as more and more of Emma pressed against her heat until she felt the blonde's hands at her thighs, pushing them out and up. The move made Regina moan, and her sex clenched in anticipation. "God, Emma."
"I'm getting there," Emma promised with a chuckle.
"Have you been teased relentlessly by a clit piercing for days?" Regina managed to breathe out, her voice on the side of strained as Emma finally levelled herself with the thin patch of hair guarding Regina's sex.
"With you dressing sinful tonight, believe me when I say yes," she gloated, taking a deep breath and just reveling in the moment. "Wait. Is it safe to do this?"
Regina groaned, though this time in frustration, and Emma couldn't help but grin at the little pout currently on the brunette's face as the brunette covered her eyes with her forearm. She stilled for a moment before sitting up, eyes afire. "Meet me in the washroom."
In an instant, Emma was left on the bed watching Regina dig through their bags and clothing, and the blonde was left staring after her before Regina's words caught up to her brain. The washroom was only a few steps away, but it was far enough that Emma's mind was starting to clear, and that worry began to settle in again. Her reflection stared back at her. Her bare chest was red and rising rapidly, and the room seemed to be only getting hotter and hotter. At a loss of what to do, she washed her hands vigorously and splashed water on her face. Regina had taken the lead all morning, instigating this affair between them, and here Emma was, freaking out in the bathroom because of what? Her best friend whom she loved for the past twenty years was butt naked and turned on beyond belief. Jesus, Regina could say the same about Emma.
"Are you nervous?"
She looked up to see Regina standing behind her holding wrapped dams in a hand, glorious and beautiful, and though her stance was strong, there was trepidation in her eyes.
"Yeah," Emma admitted on a whisper. "I don't want to mess this up."
Boldly, Regina moved forward and stepped passed the blonde to deposit the dams on the counter. She brought Emma's hands up, their joined fingers caressing her tanned skin until Regina settled Emma's arms around her neck and closed the distance between them. Laying on the bed, naked one on top of the other had been intimate, but even in the light of the bathroom where Emma was trapped between the counter and this gorgeous goddess of a woman was soon becoming her most favourite position.
"I don't either," Regina agreed, and Emma shivered when her fingers trailed at her waist before meeting in an embrace at her lower back. "I feel like this was a long time coming though."
All the blonde could do was nod and subconsciously pull Regina in by the back of the neck. Her lips were just too tempting, and finally the war inside her brain was calling a truce, and both sides were sighing, "Yes."
The last thing she heard before their lips connected once more was Regina's dark chuckle, and then they were kissing again. She wasn't sure how they had refrained themselves from doing this all week, but once Emma had a taste of her, she couldn't get enough. Regina was addictive, and she was willing to bet her whole life savings that Regina was the best kiss she'd ever had. Maybe even in the whole world. Then Regina deepened the kiss at the same time her hands splayed flat against her still clothed rump and massaged the flesh there, and Emma wasn't even a little bit embarrassed at the moan she released. The brunette chuckled again, Emma's bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
"You're too much of a tease," the blonde scolded when her lip was released.
Regina's only response was a purred "mmhmm" before Emma swiftly moved her hands to Regina's thighs and lifted the brunette off the floor, her legs wrapping around her waist, and her very obvious arousal pressed hotly against Emma's stomach.
"Ohh," she breathed into Emma's ear, holding onto her shoulders tightly. "I knew getting you that pull-up bar was a good idea."
It was the blonde's turn to chuckle as she reached blindly behind her and grabbed the dams. "I knew you liked watching me use it."
Regina's agreement was just a throaty purr as she dove straight for Emma's neck, teeth trailing down the tendons of her neck before she latched onto the groove there with her tongue and lips as if a vampiric spirit had taken hold of her. It was a miracle Emma even made it back to the bed, doing little to make the trip graceful, and as soon as she felt the bed at her knees, she toppled them over in a heap.
"Emma!" Regina laughed, bouncing on the mattress. Resting back on her arms, she fixed the blonde with a pouty stare. "That was less than sexy."
"You're sexy enough for the both of us." She grinned when the older woman blushed and wasted little time in kissing it off her face.
Emma once thought that if and when she and Regina would ever give in, their first time would be soft, tentative, and intimate. Oh they were intimate, but every movement was sure and determined. Emma's hands already hand a permanent imprint on Regina's waist, and Regina's grasp on Emma's neck came from countless times they had hugged one another. They weren't exploring. Not really. They just upgraded their ticket to the VIP all-access pass and took advantage of it.
God, they were doing this. Emma's heartbeat was pounding rapidly in her chest, and she was sure Regina would have to perform CPR on her. Then again that wasn't a bad plan. Not yet though, she promised her body. No dying before she was able to have Regina at least once. But with the brunette's comment in mind that she was even more sensitive with her new piercing—Emma's head rushed just thinking about the possibility. With renewed vigour, she moved her trek southward, paying loving attention to Regina's breasts only for a moment before she kissed her way down her stomach and nestled between her parted legs. The piercing glistened with the evidence of Regina's arousal and a waft of the older woman's scent hit her hard as she watched Regina's pussy clench under her watchful eyes.
"Emma." So many times had her name left Regina's mouth over the years but the breathy and desperate whimper that escaped her lips now was soon becoming her favourite. Comfortable they may be, but Emma's touch was careful when her hand came up to touch the piercing through Regina's clitoral hood.
The moan Regina tried to bite back as Emma caressed it let itself come out in a long, drawn out call of satisfaction when the blonde gathered some moisture and painted her clit.
"You let someone pierce your vag," she stated in a mixture of jealous outrage and unadulterated awe, but Emma was still touching her there, gathering her juices to make it slick, and every pass over Regina's oversensitive nub just gave Emma more fuel to play with.
"Spontaneity, right?" Regina breathed out, squirming now. Genie had said she'd be extra sensitive even putting on underwear, but to have her clit played with, to have Emma touch her, she was going out of her mind with need.
"When you heal completely, the things I plan to do to you." Emma promised and leaned over to grab the forgotten dam on the bed and tore into the wrapper, placing the thin latex over Regina's piercing.
"Like what?" Regina challenged darkly.
Emma met her gaze with a smirk, using the liquid molten coating Regina's pussy to slick the dam so it was near transparent and rubbing languid circles against her hardened clit. The brunette did little to stifle the moans bubbling in her throat.
"For starters," Emma began stealing some of Regina's slickness on her finger and bringing it up to her lips for a taste. She shut her eyes in a deep moan and heard a breathy whimper from the brunette at the action. "I'm gonna drink you right from the source."
"Fuck." Her thighs clenched, and they would have shut had Emma not been using her forearm to keep them spread.
"And I'm gonna taste you," the blonde continued, mouth hovering over her dripping sex, "and you're going to feel my tongue over every inch of your beautiful body."
"Fuck, Emma." Regina's legs quivered in anticipation, and Emma held her thighs down with both hands, making sure to keep the dam thin and stretched out over her before she dove in for the kill. Almost instantly there was a hand to Emma's head, pressing her where she desperately needed, and as soon as Emma wrapped her lips around her clit and piercing, Regina groaned like an animal possessed.
Emma had to use her forearms against Regina's parted thighs to keep tanned legs from bucking up against her mouth. The hardened clit nearly slipped from her mouth, but Emma latched on, a loud "unnh" reverberating around the room that was enough to set Emma's insides on fire.
"God, Regina, you're gonna make me cum from your sounds alone," Emma whispered into her cunt.
"Do you really want to talk about who's close to coming right now?"
The blonde laughed and gave her one final teasing kiss before Emma descended upon the piercing like a moth to the flame. And God was Regina burning hot. She sucked the jewel into her mouth, and had Regina not been settled against the headboard, she would have surely fallen backwards in orgasmic bliss.
Regina gasped, a mixture of wanton lust and deep satisfaction. The piercing increased her arousal tenfold, and with Emma's eager press of her tongue, she was bucking her hips up higher. A harder press of the blonde's tongue was almost too good that she grabbed Emma's head with both her hands and stopped her before she tried to mimic the move.
"Gentle," she persuaded, bringing her head back down to her core.
Emma nodded and moistened her lips before pressing a soft kiss against the piercing. The vibration from her lips heated up the piercing and sent waves of pleasure directly to her clit. Regina was sure if she had the sense to glance down she'd find herself visibly pulsing. Extra sensitive, her ass. Every touch against her skin was like lighting a flame, and as Emma retreated from her piercing and down to the source of her wetness, she whimpered.
"Jesus," the blonde whispered, dipping the tip of her finger inside and then using the moisture to wet her outer lips. "God, you are so turned on."
"Nothing like those rom-coms, huh?"
Emma shook her head and pushed a finger inside. Regina moaned and clenched around the digit even as Emma slid out. She tested the entrance with two fingers then slid both in with little resistance. "This is real."
"Emma," Regina groaned. She sat up on her palms and thread a hand in Emma's hair lovingly, in stark contrast to the grip she held on it previously. The blonde pumped steadily, an in and out motion that had Regina gasping at every upward stroke as Emma sat up enough to concentrate on Regina's facial expressions this time.
"I want to see you," the blonde demanded as she reared up to her knees and stationed herself so she was nearly behind Regina, her leg trapping Regina's so her pussy lay fully exposed. The dam soaked and discarded on the bed, Emma was careful to bypass Regina's sensitive clit and focused solely on re-entering her heated entrance.
"Yes," Regina hissed, burying her face into Emma's jaw as the blonde held her tight. "Go back inside. I need you."
The younger woman chuckled hotly in her ear, and with little preamble and resistance, resided her fingers in Regina's tight hole once again. "Just like that?"
Regina was biting her lip now, and some primal urge took over Emma as she nipped at Regina jaw until the brunette released her own lip, letting Emma take the lead on the action. Every bite coincided with every upward thrust, and soon Regina was slapping at the bed to fist sheets in her hand as the pleasure grew and grew and grew.
She found purchase in Emma's hair once more, nearly yanking at the roots as the sound of Emma's all-too-eager fingers pumped faster and faster inside Regina. "God, Emma, I'm—I'm—gonna—"
"Cum, Regina. Cum for me." She growled the words into the ecstatic woman's ear, and when a loud and long "ahhhh" filled the room, she slowed her pace easing the older woman out of her second orgasm.
The grin couldn't stop itself from forming on Emma's face as her pumping fingers slowly eased and she kissed at the sweat-dampened neck of the woman against her.
"I like your spontaneous side," Emma muttered, biting down on Regina's shoulder.
"Ay Dios Mio." Regina slumped backwards on the bed, limp against Emma as the blonde let her fingers run up and down Regina's front like she was fingering some fine-tuned cello. The blonde grinned at the imagery in her head and certainly felt like she had played Regina like an instrument, the whine of her voice, the deep bass of her groans, the build-up of the final crescendo to a thundering climax. She kissed up her jaw line and mentally counted down to when she could do that again.
Already her fingers were ghosting southward to the dampen curls at her sex, and when Emma felt the jewel brush against her skin, the brunette squirmed in her arms.
"Wait, stop," She begged bringing Emma's fingers back up and away from her oversensitive area. The blonde was about to pout at the maneuver, but when Regina lazily brought Emma's fingers up and into her mouth, all Emma could do was watch in awe and wonder how this woman before her was just so goddamn sexy. "Hold on."
"Need a minute?" The blonde muttered into Regina's skin. She moved from behind her and let Regina bask on the rumpled sheets. The soft humming vibrating from the sated woman was music to Emma's ears as she adjusted onto her side and continued to pepper kisses up and down her torso.
"Hold on," Regina muttered once more, and before Emma could kiss Regina's navel, two sure hands were grasping her temples and pulling her up.
They were kissing again, and her heart was fluttering like it wanted to come out of her chest, but then she felt the telling sign of lips quirking upward in a smile, and she couldn't help but mimic the brunette grinning against her mouth.
"Good?" Emma whispered, nipping at her bottom lip.
Regina laughed, light and completely satisfied. Her thigh, still shaky, came in contact between Emma's and she cocked an eyebrow to see her leg slick with Emma's desire despite the cotton panties she still wore. Emma's pulse kicked when Regina grinned and moved her hand so she cupped the blonde firmly over the cotton then deftly pushed aside the thin barrier there.
"Holy fuck." Emma shuddered as Regina's fingers searched through her saturated flesh.
"Do you need a minute?" The brunette sassed as she removed her hand from Emma's heat and tugged down at the waistband of her panties. Emma didn't hesitate to help her shuck them off, and when the brunette returned back to her soaking sex, Emma mewled when two fingers toyed with her needy entrance. "I can't believe we haven't been doing that for the last twenty years."
Emma barely had time to agree before Regina easily slipped two digits in, replacing her answer for a heady groan.
"Reg—"
"I know," Regina promised with a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. "Come here."