Warning- sexy times.
She glances at her phone.
It has been nearing the hour mark since the whistle was blown. There were celebrations on the field, the girls topping each other on the grass violently as a form of enthusiasm (go figure). Then, Emma moved to Henry and Neal and spent some time with them before they took off to their usual 'guys' night'. Ever the daughter of a politician Regina waited patiently, understanding the importance of Emma's attention towards her family. She, in return, accompanied Roland to his very happy father. It was awkward, she will admit, but not as bad as she thought it would be. Regina still believes with all her might that Robin's clinginess towards their marriage was an outcome of a habit being broken rather than love for her; a thesis easily proven by his rather quick recovery.
They exchanged pleasantries, double-checking their shared schedule for the upcoming week and when that part was over Regina happily left her smiling son with his dad and headed back to where the Swans were located.
Frowning in confusion at their absence, she turned around and spotted Kayla, one of Emma's closer teammates, asking her about Emma's whereabouts.
"Oh, she went to shower and get changed" Kayla provided with a smile "She asked me to tell you to wait for her near the locker rooms".
Legs crossed at the ankles, back leaning against the wall, Regina waits patiently for Emma. Though her patience is quickly wearing off, considering the continuous stream of girls coming out of the room but none of them being a certain blonde.
They all look at her and smile knowingly and she has the decency to turn slight pink under their gazes. They all know what's going on, she's sure, and have known since day one. Still, acknowledging it doesn't make it any less embarrassing when it actually happens.
Eventually, the stream of girl ceases, and Regina can't help but roll her eyes at the fact that only Emma has yet to leave the room. She glances at her phone again, huffing and putting it back in her purse. She purses her lips and folds her arms when she finally hears a noise from inside the locker room.
She's preparing herself for some reprimanding, but when the door opens Regina doesn't get the chance to voice a word when a fresh smelling Emma dives in for a kiss. Her mind instantly goes blank when Emma's hands circle her thighs, hoisting her up. A moan ripples through her throat when her back is smashed against the wall.
"Don't assume you're off the hook" she huffs when Emma moves to molest her neck "I'm still mad that you made me wait this long" her face contorting when the visual of Ashley's hands circling Emma's waist pops in her head, agitating her further.
"Don't worry" Emma's voice is slightly muffled by Regina's skin "We'll fix that" she smiles against her neck, hands kneading Regina's behind. The brunette bites her lips to stop the groan that threatens to come out.
"Here?" she asks. Honestly, with her brain overloaded with desire, the exact location doesn't really matter to her. But Emma seems to think differently. She places a couple of kiss on Regina's mouth and then steps away.
"Your place or mine?"
They're stumbling through her apartment, hands gripping clothed bodies. It is really no surprise -with the such little amount of attention they pay to actually navigating themselves around her place- that Emma finds her head colliding with the wall, producing a loud thud. Regina snorts into her mouth and they break apart to laugh.
Emma groans, with a smile still plastered on her face, while rubbing her head. She pouts at when she feels the slight bump in the sore spot. Though her attention is easily pulled towards Regina's smiling face. So beautiful, so up-close, the brunette examines her with twinkling eyes.
"Are you alright?" she questions, the laughter still quite evident in her voice.
"I am" she dives back in and steals a kiss.
They learn from their mistakes and separate just for the short distance left to cross to reach Emma's bedroom.
Once they make it into the room Emma's urgency fades away. Instead, she steps closer, hands snaking around Regina's hips, and kisses the brunette softly.
"Are you okay?" it's Emma's turn to ask. She hasn't forgotten, even for a moment, that all of this is new to Regina. It is, in some way, also new to her. Not used to mix physical pleasure with emotions she finds herself nervous of somehow failing her partner. She doesn't like that feeling very much.
Regina bites her lip, eyes unfocused, while Emma looks at her intently.
"I am, I'm just-" she stops to organize her thoughts and then continues "I've been having difficulties achieving…" Regina struggles, abruptly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Regina opens her eyes, determined to get this awkward part over with "I'm not orgasming for a while now so don't feel like it's your fault if I can't-" she clears her throat "you know…" she shrugs and it takes Emma about a second to process that information. She chuckles and kisses Regina's forehead. When she pulls back she finds a confused Regina staring at her.
"You're going to come" she answers Regina's unvoiced question "multiple times" she promises and Regina's cheeks tint adorably.
"Emma…" she starts but the blonde isn't having any of it.
"Regina," she says sternly
"you're coming" she insists
"and then again" she leans in and nibbles Regina's jaw
"and again" she moves to assault her olive-toned neck
"and again" her lips quirk up against the skin when she hears Regina snort. Nonetheless, she continues down to her collarbones
"and again" she teases and then scraps her teeth while her hands take care of Regina's dress.
"Shut up" Regina admonishes, but it's airy and lacks its usual bite.
"Mmm" Emma moans when the dress falls down, gathering at the brunette's waist "So beautiful"
Emma can picture Regina's doubtful look at her compliments but she is just going to have to deal with it. Emma is not going to stop ravishing her anytime soon, the brunette is simply gorgeous.
They get rid of their clothes, ending up in their underwear and Emma can't stop the appreciative hum that ripples through her throat at the mounds and curves of Regina's body. She moves closer and hoists her up -in the way she has already learned that Regina likes so much- and moves them both to the bed. They collide with the mattress and Regina's air is pushed out of her lungs when Emma leans her body on hers.
She picks herself up and scans Regina's tousled appearance. There is so much she wants to do to her, kinky stuff, role play, tease and denial, all of them pushing from the back of her mind, tempting her to pick them. But she shoves them away, opting on simply admiring the brunette. At least for the first couple rounds.
Her mind floats in a cloud of ecstasy. She can barely leave her eyes open when the waves of pleasure get too much to handle.
She groans when Emma tugs her nipple, grazing her teeth over it. The moister is all gone from every part of her body, concentrating in her groin. Her center is pulsing with desire, demanding attention. But Emma's seems oblivious to her needs it seems, in the most torturous of ways. The blonde started her descend (feels like hours ago) but the progress was quickly stopped when Emma took extreme liking to her boobs. Focusing on them like they were the tastiest thing in the whole world, Emma took it on herself to cover every inch of Regina's chestal area: licking, sucking, biting, until Regina was turned into a squirming hot mess.
At first Regina frowned at Emma's fascination and target of focus. She hasn't experienced much pleasure from that area unless it was a well-timed pinch while already on her way to an orgasm, but it was never the act itself that brought her so unbelievably close to the edge.
She tried to shove Emma's head down, the new, unfamiliar sensations of pleasure proving to be too little and too much at the same time, but the blonde just wouldn't relent.
"Emma" she chastises breathily, her words transforming into moans at the end "I can't" her tone is almost whiny, but she couldn't care less "I need you down there" she insists, her cheeks reddening at the rudeness of her request. She never asked for something that bluntly in the bedroom before, but Emma has managed to reduce her whole being to a throbbing center begging for release.
"Gimme a minute" Emma says and smile so infuriately up at her.
She groans in response, trying to bring her legs closer for some friction but ending up hitting Emma's form in the process. Deprived of some release, she snaps.
"Let go of my boobs" she grits, annoyed and plainly frustrated.
"But I love them" the blonde whines in return and Regina has enough sarcasm left in her to roll her eyes at the immature response. She opens her mouth, ready –shamefully so- to beg again but all that is leaving her mouth is a sigh of relief when she feels Emma's mouth descends lower. Pink lips ghost over her ribs, dip into her stomach and lightly bite above bone of her left hip. Her back arches off the mattress at the there, yet not so quite there, pleasure.
"Emma!" she practically yells when the blonde settles between her thighs, but focusing on her inner thighs instead. "Fuck me already!"
She finishes that statement with a gasp when a warm, wet mouth finally, finally, settles on her expecting center.
"AHHH" she shrieks in an embarrassingly high tone when Emma's tongue starts performing what could only be described as magic down there. Shaking hands move down, ginfers combing through blonde hair, fists tightening seconds later when Regina tumbles over the edge. Her body is still arched when Emma plunges two fingers in, taking advantage of Regina's haze to bring her near the peak yet again. And Regina, Regina is so overwhelmed by the months upon months of built frustration all resolved in one intense orgasm that she isn't even slightly surprised when she comes again minutes after, with Emma's slim fingers pumping in and out of her relentlessly.
You'd think Emma would let her breathe. Five minutes, no more. But you'd be wrong.
Emma moves up, kissing every patch of skin available, nibbling her sensitive nipple on her way up (and eliciting a low hum of pleasure from the spent brunette) all while leaving traces of wetness, Regina's wetness all over. She moves to kiss her lips, traces of arousal still evident as her tongue dances with Regina's.
They trade lazy kisses while Regina tries to grab some hold of her limbless body. Emma, however, seems to dislike that idea.
"What are you doing?" she asks breathily, eyes fluttering close when Emma's fingers start ghosting over the swollen, sensitive folds. Regina doesn't think she ever came that many times in one night, and god, they just started.
"Mmm" Emma kisses the corner of her lips and then moves to a deep, toe curling smooch.
"Multiple, remember?" Emma reminds her after a minute or so of silent ministrations.
"You're taking it too seriously" she determines, but her legs open wider, inviting Emma in. Teeth sink into her lower lip when Emma's finger curve up and trace the bumps of her inside walls. "Let me do you" she sighs but her body is giving to the pleasure without much hesitance.
"Later" Emma mumbles and that's the last thing they say for a while.
Emma plays her body like a musician plays his tool: fast and slow, soft and then rough right when it's right and Regina's body and soul submit themselves over and over until her mind drifts away, exhausted.
When she wakes up after what could be hours or minutes, she has no way of knowing, she's reenergized just enough to slap away Emma's hands.
"No" she's harsh when she throws her leg over Emma's hips "My turn."
She can't put it into words. The hunger, the passion, and at the same time serenity and wholeness she feels when being with Regina. So fulfilling that what starts as an inner promise she has made to herself turns to the simplest instinct; wanting to pleasure Regina again and again, just to see her glazed eyes, to hear her intake of breath when it get almost too good to handle, the calmness that washes over her once it's done. She is so beautiful and deserving of it and Emma is reminded of that with each and every arch of her back or spasm of muscles.
It makes her happy, simple as that, to see Regina happy; and that's why she doesn't stop, doesn't stop until Regina's eyes roll back and even then, her hands continue to ghost over olive skin, dipping into and climbing over every nook and mound as she covers each and every inch of Regina's body.
When Regina finally wakes up she shoves her on her back -her eyes fiery, daring her to argue- and takes charge. Her lack of experience doesn't matter in the slightest. Emma finds herself pushed closer to the edge just by knowing that it's Regina's fingers caressing her, plunging into her, curling inside her. She comes hard, waves of pleasure accompanied by a feeling of warmth in her chest, a kind so different from the heat in her lower belly. She comes down from her high with Regina's body draped over hers and it's so abundantly clear that she's head over heels for the woman currently nesting her face between her neck and shoulders.
The absurdity of it all is that she isn't in the slightest scared, and the normal flight or fight response she usually possess in those moments of real importance are completely absent.
