I, of course, am not going to tell you exactly what will be happening this chapter but let me say that pregnancy is a funny time. Giving away too much information about myself, I took this scene from an interesting moment of time in my own past.
It was a very fun chapter to write (one of my two favorites I think) so I hope you enjoy it.
Regina:
Her skin was on fire. Every little sensation whether a light breeze through her window or the sheet slipping across her skin sent her head spinning, shooting straight to her center and driving her temper through the roof.
She groaned in frustration in the morning light, swinging her legs off the bed angrily. She had never been this turned on. She had never felt the need for someone's hands on her as badly as she had felt it for the last few days. She was eighteen weeks along, single and horny. So, so horny. Tortuously horny. Nothing else compared to this; not the constant back pain that was developing, the crippling pregnancy cramps, the peeing every five minutes or the constant hunger. It was as if her hormones had declared open war on her body and try as she might, she couldn't calm the feeling.
She slipped her bra on, happy to put her ever so sensitive nipples behind their prison and the constantly throbbing, constantly moist point behind the panty cage. She didn't have time for that this morning, she needed to get the sleepy Henry up and out of bed before he was late for school.
"Morning." Emma smiled sleepily over her steaming cup of coffee. "Henry's in the shower."
"You got him up?"
Emma just nodded, rubbing her eyes and frowning at the fact that she was awake.
Regina narrowed her eyes at the adorableness of the face and banged Henry's breakfast cereal bowl on the counter just a bit harder than she had meant to.
"You all right?" Emma asked with a soft brush like fire, across the back of her shoulders. The spoon in Regina's hand clattered against the bowl as it fell from her grip. She scowled and moving away from the touch grabbed the milk, "of course."
The refrigerator door slammed.
She could tell that people around town noted her newly dawned grumpy state throughout the day. Emma had asked her what was wrong numerous times throughout the day but there was absolutely no way that she was going to share. Especially not when the stupid blonde sheriff was so attuned to Regina, reading every self-conscious touch of her ever growing belly or nervous nibble of her lip correctly and resulted in a cupped cheek or a squeezed hand as she swore that she looked more beautiful than ever. The words made her heart flutter and the touch was maddening.
She hated it. It made Regina want to maul her. It was already difficult not to be caught by the beauty that was Emma Swan; it was as if her skin glowed radiant every time she looked at her. She didn't need more encouragement.
She could just ask the woman for sex, she knew that. They had done it once before but she had never forgotten Emma's words as she had stormed from her home.
Next time you need to find solace in someone, make sure it's not me.
She had used Emma before, perhaps not intentionally but regardless of intent she had hurt her with her rejection. She had hurt her enough that Regina could still see small side effects behind the woman's green eyes. Regina heard those words her ring in her ears and knew she couldn't hurt her friend in that way again.
Besides, the fact that the woman was living two doors down from her made the whole thing - so much stickier.
The longer Regina The Grump, as Emma called her, reigned elite over Regina The Calm or Regina The Happy, Emma became visibly more distressed. She brought Regina The Grump her favorite pregnancy snacks as well as other small treats, she offered to watch Henry so Regina could sleep and even encouraged her to take a day off to relax. She was clearly doing everything she could think of and while Regina was thankful and touched by he concern nothing was scratching the itch that was driving her mad.
Still guilt flooded through her as she and Emma sat on the couch in the afternoon sun together. Emma was reading, simply being there with Regina doing her best to not wake the monster. Regina lay, once again, feet in her lap enjoying the sensation of Emma lightly stroking her toes as she read.
"Hey Em," Regina said uncertainly basking in the friendly affection, "I'm sorry I've been so hard to be around this week. I know it must be difficult for you and Henry."
Emma smiled a bit as she put her book down, "It's all right, I just wish I could figure out how to help. I've never felt like I could do anything less then I feel like I can help you right now."
Regina laughed internally, if only she knew just how much she could help. "I think I'm just starting to get uncomfortable. My back and feet hurt most of the time and I don't know, I just can't relax."
Emma glanced sideways quickly for a moment looking nervous, "Are you sure it's not because I'm here? It seems like it started right about then."
"What? No!" Further guilt flooded through the woman. "Of course not. I'm just a cranky pregnant lady. I'll try to be better though. It isn't fair for you two when I'm" she scoffed playfully, "Regina The Grump.""
Emma laughed, her head thrown back glowing in the sunlight.
It had become almost a tradition in the Mills house for the little group of three, soon to be four to gather around the television in the living room, laughing together at what was on the screen or just as commonly, in Regina's case, napping.
That night was no different. Emma had picked her beloved old favorite DVD to share with the other two; clearly enjoying watching their expressions as they laughed and swayed with the singing characters on the screen.
Though Regina was enjoying the happy singing face of Dick Van Dyke almost as much as she was enjoying Emma's wide happy grin but she couldn't help it when, just like every night, her eyelids grew heavy. Emma teased her often when she apologized for the strange places she fell asleep recently insisting that growing a new person was a tiring job.
A panicked yelp woke her as her leg crippled tightly. "God damn it!"
"What? What is it?" Emma yelled, jumping up to come to her aid in whatever way she could.
"My leg!" Regina gasped, struggling to straighten the Charlie Horse, "It's another cramp. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"
Emma's face calmed a little and she called reassurances to a groggy Henry whom clearly had come running from bed to find out what was wrong.
"How about you have one of these, Emma and then we will see if you call it just another pregnancy cramp." Regina snapped, forgetting to thank Emma for seeing to Henry's bedtime routine.
"Calm down and straighten it. Relax." Emma coaxed softly pulling the limb into her lap to softly rub the pain away.
Slowly the cramp released and Regina relaxed into the couch again, enjoying the simple sensation of fingers working through sore muscles and wondering, yet again, how she had gotten so lucky with Emma.
"How's that?" Emma asked softly, her attention torn between the screen and Regina's aching leg.
"Mmm." Regina mumbled behind closed eyes, feeling every touch deep into her bones, "That's wonderful. Thank you, dear."
They sat in silence for a while as Dick Van Dyke sang to his two children, Emma eventually taking the other foot and leg into her palms.
Preoccupied with the screen Emma tightly squeezed her ankle before her hand drifted up to her bare knees. She laughed out loud as she watched the old movie, her smile radiant and Regina couldn't help but to smile in response. The fond smile died instantly though as Emma's fingers accidently tickled behind her knee before slowly gravitating to the back of her ankles, innocently tickling two of Regina's favorite sensitive spots within seconds of one another.
Oh no, suddenly she could feel the light touch, the gentle rubbing – everywhere but more importantly - there! It was as though the gentle circles being rubbed were sending psychic tendrils over her always too sensitive bud. It sent delicious shivers down her arms and legs, twisting her mind as Emma slowly moved from her foot back up past her ankle and inadvertently to mid thigh, twisting so her fingers slid along the sensitive inner thigh. She moaned softly. Oh no!
Emma smiled, clearly pleased to help the woman with any of her aches and pains. She always took such a sense of pride from the soft sighs of pleasure Regina released during an especially helpful massage.
The hands slipped down past her ankle again and Regina shifted, feeling the seam of her shorts rub in just the right - no, wrong, spot and another soft whimper passed through Regina's lips. She couldn't tell her, she couldn't tell her but this had to stop! "Emma, you can stop, it's all right. Your hands must be getting tired." She did her very best to keep her voice even and strong but the heady feeling of her hands on her thighs, legs and feet – it was as if Emma was actually softly brushing up and down her desperately straining sex.
Emma just smiled, "I'm okay. Come on, who doesn't like a foot rub?"
Regina fell back on the couch, determined she could keep her mind clear and her body only politely responsive. Of course, she could do that. Just get your head out of the gutter, Regina!
But she couldn't.
The more she tried not to think about the sensation, the more the sensation drove into her, the more she shifted and her shorts rubbed, unwilling images flicked of the blonde as she smiled, the blonde as she brushed her hair, pajama-clad in the mornings, the blonde turning to putty under her hand, the blonde letting out a shuddering cry as she was drawn to her climax.
She wanted this. She wanted this woman but -
Emma absently ran her hands high up Regina's thigh and then pulled her shorts a bit, straightening them.
Regina groaned again, this time louder and almost in panic she wailed, "Emma, you need to stop!" That little flick of her shorts had done it. She was racing to the edge much too quickly, her need far too great. No, no, she needed her to stop. She needed her to –
"What?" Emma asked casually, having been far too focused on the TV screen to notice Regina's - state.
Regina let out a loud cry, spiraling at Emma's innocent touch, her toes curling, her eyes rolling, her body writhing. She felt Emma's hands stop in confusion, but it was too late. She had fallen haphazardly into a mild orgasm and into bitter embarrassment as waves of pleasure washed through her, making her shake.
No, no, no, no, no!
"Oh my god, no!" Regina cried, her arms plastered over her head, burying her face in the couch pillow.
"Oh my god," Emma breathed, "Did you just - ?"
Emma:
"Did you just come?"
Regina's body writhed now, doing her best to cover her face, to get away from the other woman and curl into a tiny ball as she wailed in humiliation. "That did not just happen! That did not just happen!"
"From what?" Emma cried, amazed, thoroughly amused and perhaps a little proud, "From me rubbing your legs?"
"Yes!" Regina roared, throwing the pillow hard at the woman's face, "And you pulled on my shorts which made them...rub. I'm pregnant! I couldn't help it! I tried to warn you! I'm sorry!"
A fierce stirring washed through the blonde, tugging at her apex as she realized what she had just witnessed, what she had just done.
Dumbstruck and elated Emma touched Regina's calves again, teasing, "Really? Can I see if I can do it again?"
Regina snarled trying to pull away but Emma held her. There was no way she was letting her get away without a fight.
Regina sensing this fell back onto the couch and almost cried as laughing, Emma tickled the valley behind her knees and up to the base of her rear before falling back down. "No, no, no, oh god!" Regina wailed, still clearly mortified. When Emma's fingers started the run up again Regina held a strict palm out to her, pulling away as best as she could, "Okay, okay, we both know you could do it again, you don't need to prove it."
Emma grinned, biting her lip as her body throbbed unfairly.
But there was a need to prove it. Emma definitely needed to prove it. And then, seeing Regina's flustered laugh understanding broke through and Emma finally understood Regina The Grump, "So this is what your problem has been."
Chocolate eyes flicked to darkening green as Regina released a halting breath, remembering those words from all of those weeks ago.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
When Regina put a hand out to stop her again Emma just kissed it, lightly sucking on the tip of her index finger. She knew why Regina hesitated, she expected it even; so she let the words she knew would kill her in the morning slip from her lips "Just for tonight. Let's see if we can banish Regina the Grump to a far away land."
Regina opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out as without preamble Emma slowly settled between Regina's legs and buried her face in Regina's clothes sex, making her moan deeply.
She had never seen a woman reach orgasm so quickly and in such quick succession. She had only softly kiss, slipping the wet panties away and letting her tongue sink into her before the woman was bucking. The moans slithering out of the woman like candy to Emma. She ran her hands up the woman's thighs and met the brunette's own eagerly clutching hands. The two locked together, fingers intertwining over the rounding belly. Four hearts beat filled Emma's being as it did every time she touched the woman and then Regina was sailing into her first orgasm, crying out Emma's name and spilling warm liquid across the blonde's lips.
Crawling up to her lips she kissed her passionately, feeling the weeks of desire ripple though her before softly with her hand she brought her to her second orgasm. Regina then turned on her; bring herself to her own orgasm as she brought Emma to hers.
The next morning when Emma woke she was in a very different scene from the last time she had found herself between Regina's sheets. Regina smiled, warmly at her still pressed sleepily to her side. Though they said nothing to one another they kissed deeply and rose to ready themselves for their day, knowing they were leaving the room as just good friends again. Just as Emma knew it would, the words she had whispered the night before were slowly killing her.