Dear Lord, I can't believe how many people follow and favorite this story. Thank you to all of you. That is why this chapter is so big.
Also thanks to your-arms-around-me for being my beta on this one.
Now about the last chapter. I know that Emma went too far in her talk with her buddies. That was my intention. Like I said to one of you 'In this fic Emma is like an average person expose to high level radiation of magic. And it's disarranging her.' I didn't like it as well, I certainly don't approve it but I thought it was the perfect example for how magic affects her. That's why small part of the chapter is in Emma's POV and the rest is in Regina's POV.
Regina is going to make magical surprise for Henry's b-day. Any ideas? I thought she could do some ray...I have no other ideas, please help me *looks at the screen with puppy eyes*
And don't forget to leave a review on your way out. Reviewer 200 and Follower 400 will get prompt from me. It could be about MI, Emma the Kitten (posted on tumblr) or any other idea you have.
I'll stop talking now. Enjoy.
I walk down the empty street with my very drunk wife.
I try to grab her by the hand, but the blonde refuses. In the mist of her alcohol-induced haze, Emma has decided that she can walk on the line in the middle of the road. And she fails miserably. Her legs seem to have a mind of their own. They step everywhere but that white line.
So cute, I think, watching her struggling with the line. I can't help but wonder how in the hell this woman has such a strong grip on my heart. Even stronger than my mother's. How is possible for her to control me with one look or move? And I willingly surrender to her every time. I don't fight. It`s pointless. Even if I'm angry with her for something, ten minutes later I am melting in her embrace or under her gaze.
I went to August's apartment because she asked me to get her before midnight. She wanted to have some sleep because Henry's birthday promises to be long one. And I did it. August opened the door and his eyes went wide like he had just seen a ghost.
I was wearing a wine-colored dress with long sleeves and the ever-present high heels. It was cold night but I promised Emma that I would wear dresses as long as she has the magical appendage. If she could follow her promise, I should too. Although hers is more like a sacrifice.
Emma and Grumpy had been sitting on the couch. As soon as I stepped into the little apartment, Emma stood up and grinned from ear to ear. Leroy also smiled, which made me laugh. His smiling drunk face is the funniest thing ever.
Emma blurted, "Fuck me," and I looked down at her crotch. The hardness was very visible despite the loose clothes. The magic buzzing from the penis woke up my own magic, and I felt a shot of arousal going straight to my core.
That is the funny thing about our situation. My arousal is connected with Emma's through the magic. My own magic reacts instantly to my wife's. It's getting harder and harder for me to restrain myself from using it. But I had signed an agreement I had to follow. I cannot use it and I won't…unless someone needs me to.
"Come on, Emma. We are going home." I commanded, completely ignoring Grumpy and August`s pleas to come with us to watch and tape.
Emma agreed without hesitation, which provoked the two men to call her henpecked, but her face was saying that she couldn`t care any less.
"I'm always on top," she prided herself and I chuckled.
She even winked at the two men, indicating that she is going to be top again.
"Fuck," the blonde curses under her breath and I chuckle from behind her. "Not funny," she cuts me off by spinning around to face me. To make her point she raises her index finger.
But the sight makes me giggle even more.
"On the contrary, dear," I respond and watch in awe at how the blonde struggles to form a response.
Nothing comes from her gorgeous lips but a smile. She turns her steps in the direction of the house.
My eyes are trained on her ass. See, the word 'ass' for me is a little bit tactless to say the least. But living with Emma Swan for over five years does these inexplicable things to my vocabulary. Because she just has this ass that makes me...just...fuck.
"You know wh-what is missing in our household?" She asks as she slows down her pace to match mine.
"I didn't know something was missing."
"We need a dog," Emma states matter-of-factly.
I chuckle at my wife and answer, "Why, dear? We already have you."
Emma stops dead in her tracks. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it. "Hey...I'm not a d-dog."
"On the contrary, dear. You have been looking at me like a dog looks at his bone ever since that dreadful night when you returned our child." I smirk in an Evil Queen fashion.
"Uh..." the blonde has to accept the truth.
She stops before me suddenly and I bump at her body. Her eyes are locked on mine in a staring contest that she will lose, no doubt. I know that at some point her eyes will drift down to my lips and she will kiss me.
There is a shadow of sadness in her eyes. She is trying to hide it behind the boozy look but it's evident for me because of our magical connection now. She has magic so we can have a child, but we are linked on more than one level. It's easier for me to read her emotions because I experience them with her.
"And things got a lot worse after I tasted you. Now I'm addicted."
"I knew I shouldn't have slept with you that night. That was my mistake. I should have listened to my mind."
"You couldn't hear your mind through your screaming." Emma says with pride and a beaming smile.
"Things got even worse when I married you. That was my next mistake," I tease, although my heart is melting from Emma's words.
"Things got worse when you made Swan. Now we are both addicted to him." My wife licks her lips, her eyes locking on mine just as I predicted.
"You-you are not getting any tonight. You are drunk, Emma." The magic swirling between us is so strong that I stutter. My heart wants her this very moment but my mind is stopping me. We are outside, Emma is drunk, and her magic can get out of control any minute now. It's best for us to just go home.
"Why? Are you afraid that I might get you pregnant?" Emma laughs at her own joke but seeing that I'm not she thinks I didn't get the joke. "Did you see what I did there? You..."
"Yes, Emma. I understood your joke. I just don't find it funny as you do because I'm not drunk."
"You are no fun," Emma pouts, advancing towards me.
"I am." I step back but the blonde follows me closely, her eyes shifting from mine down to my lips. I'm so close to losing it.
"No, you are not."
"I am."
"Prove it," she says, leaving me completely stunned.
She has some idea I'm sure I won't like. Gods, what I just got myself into?
"How?" I ask, gulping.
"Have sex with me on the bench next to your tree in front of Town Hall."
"What?" I lean closer to her, not believing my ears.
"You heard me," she replies with a cocky grin placed on her face.
"Don't play hard to get. I know how soft you get when I get hard." With each word she get closer and closer to me, if that is even possible, and my body responds in an instant.
I try to fight the arousal under Emma's piercing gaze. Her eyes roam over my body as she takes a step forward, bumping her nose on mine. She parts her lips and exhales letting her hot breath to wash over me. She raises her right hand and cups my cheek, caressing it lightly. Her right thumb brushes over my bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing my teeth.
"Yes?" She asks as her eyes are on my lips.
I tilt my head a little and kiss her in response as she traps my bottom lip between both of hers. God, this woman can suck like there is no tomorrow.She captures it with her teeth and pulls it roughly before releasing it. The next thing I know, she's pulling me into her body with her strong arms and her tongue is slipping through my lips when I part them enough to let out a moan. All my willpower melts against her skillful warm muscle. My ass is grabbed and smacked playfully as she leads me to some unknown location.
Actually I know where she is leading me. The bench under my apple tree across the street. That's why Emma proposed this. She saw the bench and her fuzzy mind decided it would be a great idea. It`s awful but I'm too in love and aroused to refuse.
It's hard to walk backwards while your wife's hands amuse themselves with your butt and her tongue plays with yours. It's really tough to do all that in five-inch heels with your eyes closed and magic pumping through your veins instead of blood. Fuck.
Emma presses her hardness against my belly and groans, which sends another shot of arousal through my body. I can't hear anything except the noises she makes. It's as if all night, noises around us are deafened by the magic swirling in and between us. I know I should hear the wind blow, the leaves move, some birds sing, but all I hear are Emma's moans.
The back of my legs hit the bench. I try to stop so I can sit down without harming myself but Emma continues to push, not noticing we've arrived at our destination. I fall back and hit my back hissing at the pain. It is then that the blonde opens her eyes.
"You hurt?" She mumbles and I give her an eyebrow lift. "'Kay...I'll sit down and you'll s-sit on me...or Swan."
"You have to pull your ugly pants down if you want me to sit on him." I say giggling.
She reaches down for her sneakers but due to her drunken state she is unable to remove them while balancing on her other leg. The gravity beats her as her butt kisses the grass before the bench. Shit.
"Not funny," She pouts at my laugh as I slowly rise to my feet.
"Here, let me." I kneel before her and pull the two sneakers off. Then she gives me a hand so I can rise easier.
"Now sit," I utter in that voice that is almost like a purr.
She does what she's told.
"Good girl." I gloat.
"I-I am not..." Her voice dies slowly leaving the rest of the sentence to hang in the air.
I suppose it has something to do with me kneeling between her legs and stroking her hardness through her pants. The penis is hard as rock and I'm already dripping down my thigh.
Emma's eyes are locked on mine as I pull her pants down her long legs along with the underwear. I gulp audibly and lick my lips when I see the member resting peacefully on her lower abdomen. Brown eyes meet green orbs as my mouth gets closer to her hardness. I part my lips and Emma mirrors the action. I place a soft kiss somewhere in the middle before I dart my tongue out and lick slowly on its whole length. Eight inches feel like a mile when you deliberately tease. I can feel the magic that goes into Swan.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma screams, not caring if someone hears so late in the night.
I grab the penis and tilt it towards myself. The circles over its head with my wet tongue make her hips buck forward on their own accord. My wife throws her head back from the sensation. I feel her need to get in.
"I forgot to ask you something," I say, and since I don't receive any response, I think she hears a distant voice and decides to ignore it. I suppose that the tongue dancing around her cock is far more appealing. I replace the warm muscle with my hand as my lips brush over her left ear.
"Emma-a." I softly whisper her name and her eyes flit open.
She blinks few times, regaining her bearings, "Umm..."
"I have a question."
"Can you not with the questions right now?" She moans as my thumb caresses the head of her hardness.
"No," I state and stop all movements with my hand. I know it is not fair for me to tease her in this painful way, but still...I'm the Evil Queen.
"Okay. Just keep going."
"How does it feel to thrust in my mouth?" I resume my activity.
"What?" She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before answering, "Um...Not as good as licking and all the other things. It's...um...Just the visual, I guess, of a woman on her knees."
"Like I am now?" I ask while my hand continues with the slow strokes.
"Mhmm..." comes from pink lips. "But...um...Fuck. It's time for you to sit on me and stop with the talking." She grabs me by the hips quickly, digging her nails in my wine-colored dress. Emma wants me to straddle her so she pulls me up to her body. I spin around so my back is to her face.
Once she slides down the bench little, until her butt is on the edge, the blonde waits for me to step out of the space between her locked legs. Her hands lift my dress up exposing my naked butt. Heat is radiating from my core no doubt. The strange thing is that the magic from her cock feels almost like a vibration between my legs. I remember feeling the same thing before, but I don't recall when. I'm tabling it for later.
She steers the cock up and waits for me to slide down on it. The hardness enters me with no resistance, stretching me fully while I lower myself slowly, allowing myself to adjust to its size. Once I've taken all of it in, Emma grabs my hips and starts thrusting relentlessly.
"Fuck," my breath hitches in shock.
Her nails dig deeper into my exposed thighs. The magic is taking control over her and she's letting it win because her mind is not clear from the alcohol. The magic gets stronger and stronger. That augurs only troubles.
Suddenly the frantic thrusts stop completely and before I have the time to call her, she gets up and pulls out of me. Her hands spin me around and shove me onto the bench. The push is so strong that I fall backward with my left leg hanging from the bench, her following me. She takes her place between my legs and enters me, wasting no time. Her right leg is on the ground, supporting her thrusts. Emma's left hand is next to my head while her right is on my throat. Her eyes roam over my face and seconds later they start watering. My wife's hold is strong, but I still can breathe. It's almost like the rough games we play from time to time. Almost… but not the same.
"Emma," comes out of my mouth but nothing happens.
For a brief moment, I feel like I'm in the stables with Daniel, although this situation is very different. I'm trapped under my lover's body while she is thrusting in me.
"Emma," I repeat again and then add, "I love you."
And just like in the stables it works. I don't know if these words have any magical value but Emma stops thrusting in me and lifts her upper body leaving my throat at ease.
I draw long breaths in and out until I regain my normal breathing. My chest is red and I feel the teardrops falling from my wife's eyes on it, heavy against my flesh.
Utter terror and worry is written all over Emma's face. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. She looks at her hands, not believing what they just did.
"I-I..."
She doesn't know why she did it, but I do. It is easy for the rookie to let the magic steer her actions. It's kind of liberating. And this moment feels like the moment after I signed the agreement to not ever use magic again. I was like an addict in a commune trying to survive. My body was craving magic, but I had to be strong. Emma was the only one beside me. She was my support, and now I have to be hers.
"The magic was controlling you," I state. She nods, crunching her eyebrows and shaking head. She doesn't approve her own behavior. "You felt some kind of raw emotion. Probably anger. That fueled the magic, multiplying it. You couldn't control it because of the alcohol."
She looks up at me and nods in agreement.
A cold breeze passes through our heated bodies, giving us chills. Silence falls over us as Emma stands up and puts her clothes back on. I, on the other hand, shift on the bench and pull my dress down to cover my butt.
"I was a jerk," she speaks up when she sits next to me. She is playing with her nails. A sign that there is more but she is afraid to tell me.
"You are most of the time. But what triggered you nearly choking me?"
"Just three beers..." Her voice stops and her face widens at the realization.
"Emma Swan, I am your wife. You can't talk to me with three-word sentences. I want an explanation for why you were nearly choking me that consists of more than three words." Snapping at her feels right.
"No, I..." her face is wrinkled as her mind is choosing the correct words. "Um...I had just three beers. And that's not enough for me to be that drunk, to lose control like that. So...you're right. I lost control of the magic because of the booze. If I didn't drink, I would have never said those things to Grumpy and August. I certainly wouldn't put my hands on your throat..."
"Wait...What did you say to them?"
"Um...Well, certain things I shouldn't have."
"Emma..."
"I talked about your tightness and your skills in bed. I said that, since Swan appeared, whenever I get hard I just have to call you and we'll do it. He called you easy… and I didn't disagree." Her mouth twitches in disgust at the words coming out. Her green eyes are locked on her hands.
"As much I'm flattered to be topic of your conversation, Emma, there are certain things that should remain between us. Think about that with your not drunken mind now."
And with that I stand up and walk away, leaving my wife behind. If I stay, things will escalate and the end will not be pretty. Her magic is starting to scare me and tomorrow is Henry's birthday, so calming down is the better option.
I know she has never had friends like August and Grumpy that help her with whatever she calls them for. I know that she likes being so close to a lot of people even if she doesn't admit it out loud.
I screwed up. Again. I know I shouldn't have done it, but now it's too late. The damage is done. And no amount of sorry will fix it. Actually I don't know what can fix it. Dirty talks with the guys are common, but never to this level. I have never shared that many details. I have always defended her in front of them. Tonight I crossed all the lines. And it's all because of this damn magic love meat whose sole purpose is to give us the best gift ever – a child. I don't know what to do now.
That is why I've been standing for the last ten minutes in the middle of the bedroom facing the bed, listening to Regina's uneven breathing. She is lying on the bed, dressed in her black satin nightgown that makes my package throb just from the thought of it. Not now, Swan, I tell him. Her back is to me. The lights are off.
I am not sure if I should lie down. Do I have the right?
"Tame your magic. I can't fall asleep with it cracking in the room," comes in a sharp commend from underneath the sheets.
"C-can I sleep in the bed?" I ask with unsteady voice.
After a few sobs she responds, "Not before you...tame your magic. I don't want...hard objects pressed against my back."
I can't help but smile at the last sentence. Now I just have to calm the pipe down. Let's see what I remember from the time when she did that. What was she saying? "Breathe in." I take a deep breath, deep enough to fill my lungs as I feel the magic moving inside of me. It's strongest in the penis. "Breathe out." I exhale until all of the air is out. The magic doesn't leave the body. It just...stops. But it is still present in the member. I guess he is the source because he has to create life. A few more rounds of inhale and exhale combined with the thought that all of this is for the greater cause. And it works. The magic is in me, but it's just like a tickle in my groins. Well, that's significantly better. It's not completely still because of Regina's own magic. It seems that both kinds of magic interact in a weird way and that is why we can feel each other's moods.
"Now, you can get in." Regina speaks, confirming my thoughts.
I strip quickly, folding the shirt and the pants and placing them on the chair next to my side of the bed. My socks go under it as I leave nothing but my boy shorts on.
Emma slides under the sheets wearing just her boxers. She presses her front to my back. I stay still.
She entered the room with her magic all over the place, just like her feelings. I felt she was sorry and ashamed. I was pissed at her and at the same time, scared. Her magic and mine, fueled by these emotions, are like a gas station waiting for a lighter to come and play with it.
I feel Emma's hard penis against the small of my back. She wraps her strong arms around me and buries her face in my brown locks. The move makes me more relaxed. I feel her lightly grinding her penis against my behind trying to ease some of the tension in it. But that's not how you relieve pressure. Now the magic in her is concentrated in the package, which means she is in control of it. Good.
I relax even more in her embrace pressing my body more to hers. I still have my suspicions that this might not work. That I might not get pregnant. The possibility that I might disappoint my wife still exists and never leaves my mind. What if I am not able?
"I know you are awake," her soft voice brings me back to the reality. "Something is troubling you. The sooner you tell me, the sooner you will fall asleep," her voice fills the room.
My heart clenches at the love in her words. I sense movement behind me, and before I know it, Emma is in front of me with a soft smile on her face, pushing the covers to her side of the bed which now is free.
"I'm listening."
"I went to Blue today. About the cloud," I say after few blinks of her eyes.
"Okay..."
"She said that it's not my magic that created Swan."
"Then what did?"
"Um...True Love, being the most powerful magic in all the worlds, has a mechanism to ensure that there are generations. She knows about couples, man and woman, that were barren but because they are each there's True Love they conceived a child."
"So...the cloud means you are pregnant, right?" the blonde's voice gets happier and cheering by the second.
"She is not sure because she has never come across two women as a couple."
"You are telling me that there were no lesbians in the Enchanted Forest?"
"Not that we knew of."
"You might be pregnant?"
"I have my doubts."
"Why?"
"Because if I'm pregnant then the member should be gone."
"He served his purpose."
"Yes but he is here."
"And ready for action," Emma smiles shyly which is a first for her. She has been always confident and cocky. But sometimes, mostly in this bed, the shy Emma comes out. The intimacy in this room still scares her from time to time. Me too.
"I see that."
"Regina, I'm genuinely sorry for what I did before. And what I said to my friends. It really was over the top. Even if the reason is the magic. I'm so sorry." Her little rant is beyond adorable. It is sincere.
"I know, Emma. It takes you longer to form your emotions into words. But it's working." I reach over to cup her cheek and wipe the tears. She looks at me like the little lost child that I know still lives in her. And that makes me love her even more.
"I love you, Regina." She mouths and kisses my palm. Her eyes close as a sign that she is enjoying the touch.
"Show me," I whisper before launch myself on her, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss that makes my head spin quickly.
She rolls us over and places herself between my parted legs. I let out a throaty moan when her tongue connects with mine. I want it somewhere else. I pat her on the shoulders with my hands and she gets the hint.
Emma descends my body, placing open-mouthed kisses on random spots and I close my eyes. The first spot where she spends more time is my breasts. She takes my hard right nipple between her lips and sucks on it until I arch my back off the bed and into her mouth. My heartbeat speeds as my arousal grows stronger with each second. She moves over to the left one, paying it the same amount of attention. The blonde releases it with a pop and I relax on the mattress.
I feel the magic all around us. I open my eyes, half expecting to see that pink-purple cloud again, but nothing. Just Emma's tongue leaving a wet trail down my heated abs. She stops just before my pelvis to look up at my eyes. It takes all my willpower not to come before she even touches me down there.
Instead of doing that, she sits up on her knees and takes my right leg with her hands. One of her hands is holding the leg and the other is caressing it. The feather-like touch is followed by expert tongue and goes up. Just before it reaches to my throbbing center she drops the leg like something unneeded, electing a growl from me.
"You have another leg. I don't want it to feel neglected," is her response to my death glare.
She repeats the same actions with my left leg. Then my wife reaches my now aching center and pauses again. I prop myself on my elbows, waiting for her next move. She lies down between my legs, ensconcing herself. Her legs are bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles. Her arms go around my thighs until they rest on my lower abdomen. My breath hitches.
"Oh, heaven..." I manage to murmur before her warm tongue takes a long lick on my swollen lips, gathering my arousal in the process. It retreats, but not before spinning around my clit and covering it with my wetness. The sensation leaves me breathless, and the entire world disappears somewhere in the back of my mind as I fall on the bed. For a few seconds, she does nothing. My eyes are closed, and I decide to leave them that way. Turning off my sight, the anticipation of her next move is such a turn on for me.
The hot muscle returns to start circling around my hard bundle of nerves as her hands snake down as far as they can, and massage my lips. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears. The heat from my center disperses to every part of my body. I tangle my fingers in her blonde mane, tugging her more toward me.
Emma moves down my slit and then back up to the top, and all I can comprehend is that I'll come in a matter of minutes. Each stroke is harder than the previous one, in sync with my building climax. She palms my breasts and starts playing with them. Emma takes my nipples between her second and third fingers, kneading the mounds and sending wave after wave of arousal to my already dripping core.
Typical Emma Swan. Making me a pathetic ball of screams and curses coming from an overheated body that writhes underneath her. And all of that because of her tongue's firm movements.
If I could see her now I'm sure I'd find her grinning from ear to ear.
I open my eyes and see the cloud again. I prop myself on my elbows and look down at her. Our eyes meet and before I can bring up the subject of the cloud, the orgasm takes over my brain, causing it to nearly short circuit. My whole body goes slack on the bed as I explode in her mouth. Sparks light somewhere behind my eyes. Emma drinks all of me, easing me from my high until my body is fully relaxed.
She climbs up my body, relaxing her weight on me, Swan pressing hard against my pelvis. She starts giggling. It takes me few seconds before I can open my eyes and focus on her face before me.
"What?" I ask with my voice still hoarse.
"Did I just make you a baby with only my tongue?" She looks at the cloud in the room.
I feel the same vibration that I felt when I was sliding down Swan on the bench earlier. I glance at my wife's boy shorts and it's coming from there. Now I understand why it was familiar. I felt the same vibration back at the station when the cloud first appeared.
I glance at the room and see it fading away.
"Enter me now," I command ignoring my wife's dumbfounded face.
"What?" Emma almost shrieks and watches as I reach down her pants.
"We don't have time. Quickly before it disappears." I try to pull the boxers down but she doesn't budge.
"The cloud? Why?"
"Emma, enter me and start thrusting. Then we'll talk."
And she obeys this time. She takes off the underwear in a flash and hovers over me on all fours, placing her hand on the both sides of my head. Emma penetrates me slowly reveling the sensation.
"Faster," I gasp.
The thrusts speed up and the cloud is bright again. I knew it. It is connecting to the thrust and the vibrations.
I grab my wife's face and kiss her hard. She lowers herself on her left elbow and her right hand goes to my ass and squeezes it playfully. I cross my legs behind her butt, bringing her further into me.
Emma pushes a few tresses off my face while the kiss and the thrusts never stop. I drag my nails down her bare back and she growls in my mouth. On my way up, I dig my nails in enough to leave red mark. She is mine and mine only.
My second orgasm approaches faster this time.
"Harder," I murmur breaking the kiss for a moment.
She uses the pause to say, "Oh, God, Regina..." but I cut her off, crushing her lips with mine.
The vibrations are stronger now, and Emma's thrusts become more and more frantic. I drop my legs on bed and dig nails in her butt cheeks and she comes with inhuman growl.
"Fuck,"
Her body shakes cause me to topple over the edge seconds later.
"Fuck." My growl is much like hers.
Finally she crashes on top of me. Our panting eventually becomes unified.
I open my right eye and see that the cloud is gone.
Smiling to myself, I use my hand to pull the covers on top of us. With a little help from my wife, our bodies are under the sheets and ready to relax.
"I love you, Emma." I kiss her golden mane.
"I love you, Regina." She kisses the spot over my heart.
A/N: My emotions were all over the place writing this one. This is my favorite one. I just love it. You?
