Well, I hope this to everyone's expectations. It's the first time I write a scene like this, let alone in another language.
But I promise, there's more to come :)

Hugs,

M.


Regina's POV

I woke up with an accelerated respiration. I had had another sex dream about Emma, I've been having them very often lately. Once I read that dreams were hidden desires, I was starting to believe it was true.

I laid on my back and tried to remember the dream. It was staged on the enchanted forrest.

I was admiring one of my Evil Queen dresses on the mirror when an Emma, dressed in a knight armor entered the room without being announced. I saw her reflection in the mirror as she walked fastly towards me, dropping her sword. In a blink of an eye I turned on my heels, facing her. Emma didn't stop, she ended against me, her lips crashing with mine.

I couldn't help but reaching my lips with my fingers. I had felt so real. All of it.

Knight-dressed Emma started to untie the laces of my corsett as i opened the belts that hold the armor attached to the body. Our mouths just separating to catch a breath. The metal dress slapped against the floor.

Only a shirt, the armor skirt and boots, Emma pushed me towards the bed as she stripped the beautiful dress out of me. Before we reached the bed I was already in my underwear.

Emma laid me down gently onto the bed as she kissed my neck and my chest. As she did so, I reached for her skirt lace and opened it.

Before she could react, I spinned over her and ended up above the blonde half-naked knight. I sucked her earlobe as I took her skirt off. She moaned

"Why do you always have to be on top?" Emma asked. Always. Had we done this before? At least in my dream alternate universe? I certainly hoped so. It looked like I knew what to do, how to excite her.

Emma manuvered and ended again above me.

"Not this time, princess." She said pinning my arms against the bed, not letting me return to my position. "This time, I'm on top."

She started to rub her inner thigh against mine. And oh, it felt so good. Even remembering the dream made me horny.

I slipped my hand under my pajama and underwear. I started stroking my g-point and kept reenacting the dream.

After a time I stopped fighting Emma off. If she wanted the top, let it be, as long as she kept doing what she was doing. I was so wet, I felt so good. She let one of my arms go and she moved her free hand to my pussy, were she started to play with me.

I tried to mimick the movements that Emma had done in my dreams with my own hand, it was not the same, but it was good enough. I stroke faster and faster, as I imagined Emma over me, just as it had been in my dream. My back arched, my abdomen elevated a little bit, I kept on rubing my clit.

And then I felt pressure building in my pelvis, just as I had felt in the dream. And I came to the climax point. I moaned.

It had been good, but not as good has the real deal had been. I needed Emma, and I needed her now.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at my phone. It rested on the bed table next to my bed. I could swear I head it saying 'Pick me! Text her! You know you want it! You know you want her.'.

In a rush I grabbed the phone and texted, as fast as I could. 'I want you. Now.'

I hit send and stared at the screen. Waiting for a reply.


Emma's POV

I hadn't been able to fall asleep. Everything I changed positions, I thought about her, Regina, the evil queen, the reason why I grew up as an orphan, my boss, the mother of my son, the only woman how made me feel the way I felt right now: turned on.

That was why, when my phone lighted the room, announcing that I got a message I didn't get upset. I needed to take my mind off Regina for a while. It was probably Ruby or Graham inviting me to go out for drinks. Drinks. I needed one.

But the message did not come from the city's sheriff, nor from my werewolve friend. It came from the woman that haunted my dreams: Regina.

I held my breath.

'I want you. Now' it said.

I saw how her status changed from online to typing...

'Let me put it in a level you'll understand: get your sexy ass to my house, Swan.'

I reminded myself to breath. What to do? What to do? I decided to flip a coing, heads: I stay, Tails: I go. I threw the coing and catched it in the air.

Tails.

Fuck, literally.