This is a little snippet from a role play I do with a good friend of mine. Emma and Regina are married, Henry is four or five, and Emery (magic baby because reasons) is a few months old. I actually think I wrote this as a surprise response? I can't remember.

Also. I am so bad at smut. I'm working on improving *fingers crossed* Brownie points for trying though right?

I walk into the house and the first thing I notice is how quiet it is.

I drop my keys on the foyer table and tilt my head.

"Emma?" I call up the stairs.

And suddenly you're rushing from the living room waving your hands frantically at me with wide, panicked eyes, shushing me.

You tilt your head up to the stairs, your eyes narrowing, your hands frozen mid air from where they had been flailing at me.

My eyebrows lift in amusement.

It's when after a few more seconds of utter silence you relax and exhale deeply, your shoulders sagging along with the breath, that I realize you had been listening to see if I had awoken Emery and Henry. You bring a hand up to scrub at your face. Your sigh is laced with exhaustion and my heart clenches at the sound.

It also washes away any doubts I had about my surprise for tonight.

"Emery's been crying all day and Henry has been doing the same thing because I think he's jealous of all the attention Emery gets and then -"

I lean forward quickly, effectively silencing you with a kiss, taking your bottom lip between my own before pulling away, chuckling when your head cranes forward seeking more contact, your eyes closed and your mouth parted slightly.

"Your mother is outside. I told her to give us a few minutes before coming inside. She's watching Henry and Emery for the night. And we," I say, biting my lip and brushing my fingers across your now very taut abdomen (you'd been so insistent on gaining that glorious six pack of yours since Emery's birth), "are having a night to ourselves."

Your eyebrows shoot up and you tilt your head, smiling crookedly, your eyes alight with renewed energy.

"A night to ourselves, huh?" Your hand catches my wrist and you tug me forward pulling us flush together.

I hum and smirk, leaning in to capture your lips again.

"I'm entering the room. I am entering the room."

I roll my eyes and you do the same, keeping your arms around my waist as we both turn to look at Snow, her hand covering her eyes like the absurd melodramatist she is as she walks into the foyer.

I chuckle and shake my head.

"Just in time, dear. A minute later and we'd probably have tainted your fragile sensibilities."

Snow rolls her eyes and makes her way up the stairs, ignoring the comment with an unimpressed wave of her hand.

"Enjoy your night, ladies."

And I turn and arch an eyebrow at you before smiling deviously and grabbing your hand, tugging you out the door and down the sidewalk, to the Mercedes.

You laugh as you get in the passenger side and I start the engine.

"Where are we going?"

I back out of the driveway and bite my lip.

"I have a surprise for you." I whisper.

A few minutes pass and I'm already feeling a tingling heat in the base of my spine - feeling it trickle and pool between my legs.

I inhale sharply at the sensation and then I feel your hand move to press against my inner thigh, your fingers flexing and massaging gently.

I gasp out and jerk forward a bit, swerving the car slightly, my right hand shooting down to cover yours harshly.

"Emma." I growl through clenched teeth.

In order for you to enjoy my surprise you and I have to actually be alive.

I hear the rustle of clothes and the creaking of a leather seat and suddenly your lips, hot and wet, are on my neck, and my eyes flutter and I gasp again when your tongue flattens against my pulse point.

The hand I have on the steering wheel tightens around the leather of it, my knuckles turning white with the strain.

I grit my teeth.

Your hand underneath mine slides up the inside of my thigh, underneath my pencil skirt and I squeeze your hand, your name again tumbling from lips in a shaky breath.

"Emma - I," your fingers brush against the lace of my deep crimson lingerie (that I had bought specifically for this night) and my hips cant forward when a soft gasp breaks against the shell of my ear as your fingers brush over the lace of my thigh highs. I suck in a sharp breath, shifting in my seat, "we haven't even made - it t-to - oh God," I moan as your hand cups me fully and your palm grinds down.

We're still ten or fifteen minutes from the B&B but I haven't touched you in weeks. Not like this. Not -

To hell with the surprise.

I slow down and pull over onto the side of the road - we're still in Storybrooke and there's nothing but woods and it's 10 o'clock at night and honestly who even is going to be out here anyway?

I slam the car into park and turn off the engine with the hand that had been wrapped around yours and though your hand hasn't moved away from my now throbbing core you've leaned away and your breathing is ragged. Mine is too.

My eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and then you're surging forward and your tongue swipes across my bottom lip and I open my mouth on a moan, my hands shooting to fist at your shirt.

I flick my tongue at the roof of your mouth before running it along the length of your own, swirling it, my stomach flipping violently at the choked groan it elicits from you.

Your palm continues to grind into my center harder and faster and my hips roll into you in jerky motions as I pull you closer to me and suck at your bottom lip, releasing it with a wet pop before finding your eyes again, our breathing sharp and broken, your hand and my hips still moving in rhythm.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, choking on a whimper when you slip your fingers beneath the satin of my underwear and enter me with two fingers, sliding into me with ease from the obscene amount of wetness meeting your hand.

"Emma," I choke out, "I want your mouth - I - oh" I moan when your fingers curl inside of me and my forehead falls to meet yours, my fingers tightening in your shirt, "inside me -" I gasp and choke on a whimpered sob as my body tenses, my thighs clenching around your hand and your name falling from my lips on a hoarse exhale.

I open my eyes, finding dark dark sea-green irises, almost black with desire, your fingers still inside of me.

My chest is heaving and my breathing is labored and I rub my forehead against yours before pulling away. My eyes flicker to your lips before finding your eyes, my gaze piercing, raw.

"Emma, I want your tongue inside of me right fucking now." I growl and your eyes flutter and you suck in a sharp inhale.

"Jesus fuck, Regina."

And suddenly your fingers are out of me and I gasp at the mix of pleasure and pain and you're opening the car door and scrambling out and then you're ripping open the driver's side door and tugging me out of the seat and -

"Emma - what -" and you slam the door and shove me up against it and I gasp out before your lips fuse against mine, swallowing it - your body pressing into mine with a harsh roll of your hips.

I groan into your mouth and my hands shoot to grab at those hips, pulling you into me harder and then your lips are on my neck, my collarbone, and you untuck my blouse and press an open mouthed kiss to my navel, trembling with my need for you.

My hands move to tangle into your hair and my head falls back against the car window, my eyes finding the bright stars above as I feel my skirt being bunched up and your fingers hitch under the waistband of my underwear, tugging them roughly down my legs.

And I snap my head down to see blonde curls and my 'you're doing this here?' turns into a strangled garble and my fingers tighten in your hair, my body jerking when your tongue runs up the length of my slit before pushing inside of me.

My head falls back, the tendons in my neck going slack, and my mouth falls open in a soundless cry as my hips grind against your mouth, my right arm moving to grip at the handle of the car door, the other one pushing you further inside me and I come apart completely, my back bowing and a loud, strangled cry rips past my lips when your mouth wraps around my clit and sucks harshly.

My breath comes in staccato gulps and I whimper in surprise, my hips jerking when your tongue swipes through my folds one last time and my hand constricts in your hair and the one gripping the door handle shoots to grab at the back of your neck and I'm tugging you up and yanking you forward, moaning appreciatively at the taste of myself on your lips.

And you take my bottom lip between your own before pressing your forehead to mine, your eyes falling shut.

And I chuckle, the sound rumbling and deep as I press a soft kiss to your nose.

"Well, so much for your surprise."

And you laugh, the sound breathless and soft and you lean away, your eyes finding mine.

"I think I like this alternative better." You rasp and I shake my head and wrap my arms around your waist, the crisp air of the night causing a shiver to run up my spine, legs bare save for my thigh highs, rucked up skirt, and underwear wrapped around my thighs. I had forgotten it was the middle of October.

"Mmmmm, well, there's this lovely little place just up the road with heating and a room and a bed." I whisper, smirking.

"Oh yeah?" You say with an arched brow.

"Oh yeah," I answer back, a smirk on my lips, before kissing you again and opening the door at my back and sliding in as you walk around and do the same.

I start the car and signal before pulling onto the road.

"Uh...Regina?"

"Yes, dear?" I ask, eyes on the road.

"You're going to drive all the way there with your underwear around your thighs?"

I give a wicked grin then, eyes dancing when they flicker to yours briefly.

"All the way there."