CHAPTER TWELVE
Mine
Regina sat on the porch outside the quaint little cabin she had chosen for her and Emma's weekend alone. She had gotten there a little earlier than she had arranged for them to meet, wanting to make sure the place was tidied up. It had been nearly a year since she had stepped foot in this place, as Henry and she only used it for summer vacations. After an hour of dusting and last minute preparations, Regina now sat in the wooden rocking chair outside, idly sipping some iced tea as her eyes fixated on the dirt road, waiting to see any sign of Emma's unfathomably bright vehicle through the cover of the trees.
She didn't have to wait very long. Emma was late, as Regina had expected, but not nearly as much as she had thought. A small smile crept across her face as she watched Emma's yellow bug come to a stop in front of the cabin and as Regina got to her feet to greet her, the driver's side door swung open.
"Thank fucking Christ for GPS," Emma said, looking a little frazzled as she stepped from her vehicle. Regina couldn't help but smirk; sometimes she found it terribly amusing, how dependent Emma was on modern technology. "Do you know there's a road that basically leads you off a cliff? Why, why would anyone do that? That makes an entire sense that is none. I swear, I should have never—!"
But Emma's words were cut off as she was pressed against her car, Regina effectively trapping her as she placed her hands on either side of the Sherriff's body. "Hi," she said pointedly, her eyebrow rising in expectation. Emma looked a little sheepish, realizing she had gone off on a tirade before even greeting her.
"Hey," she mumbled as she squished her face to the side in apology. Shooting her a hopeful look, Emma mentioned sweetly, "You look beautiful. Perfect, even." Regina laughed, knowing the compliment was only being used to get her out of being rude.
"That's better," Regina relented, allowing her hands to snake around the Sherriff's waist, pulling her body flush against hers. Their lips met in a soft kiss and Regina could feel Emma sink into her, forgetting, for a moment, her aggravation with out-of-the-way dirt roads and her unwillingness to just use a GPS in the first place. When Regina pulled back slightly, Emma leaned her forehead against hers, biting her lower lip as a smile broke out on her face.
"I stand by the perfect comment."
Regina chuckled, but told her quite seriously, "I wouldn't if I were you, dear; I would just end up sorely disappointing you." But Emma just shook her head, running her hands over the soft skin of the Mayor's neck before sliding them through her hair. Regina murmured her approval, the sound coming out low and appreciative from the back of her throat.
"Somehow I doubt that."
[x]
"And you have dinner ready?" Emma exclaimed in surprise, a large grin breaking out on her face as she watched Regina pull lasagna out of the oven. She leaned over the kitchen counter as she reiterated, "Once again, I say perfect." Regina just lightly rolled her eyes as she placed the bake on the cooling rack.
"Of course I made dinner; if I had waited for you to offer to do so, we'd be sitting down eating bagels and pretending it constituted as a meal."
"Hey," Emma defended, her face masking over in faux offense. "I can make eggs too, you know, and cereal; basically a wide variety of breakfast foods."
"Besides pancakes," Regina mentioned, taking off her oven mitts and placing them on the counter, smirking to herself before turning towards Emma, watching the woman's face fall in remembrance of how she was too inadequate a cook in that area. Regina found her shortcomings to be rather endearing though, as it gave the woman a reason to need her.
"Yeah, besides pancakes." Emma's eyes lit up though after a moment and Regina knew what question she was going to ask before it even passed her lips. "Hey, do you think maybe in the morning…?"
Regina chuckled softly as she affirmed, "Yes, I specifically made a point to bring the ingredients for you. I even brought my cookie cutters so you can have them in those ridiculous shapes you insist upon."
"Oh my god," Emma practically moaned, slumping over the counter so dramatically that the sight made Regina burst out laughing. Her cheek pressed against the cool granite of the surface, Emma mumbled appreciatively, "Can I just keep you forever?"
Regina noticeably faltered at those words, her laughter dying in her throat. Emma seemed to realize what she had said a little too late and practically shot up straight, her eyes widening as she stared at the conflicted look that was suddenly plastered on the Mayor's face. "I'm sorry," she rectified quickly. "I didn't mean—"
"It's alright," Regina interrupted softly, allowing herself to give into the warmth that had invaded the pit of her stomach at Emma's words. Her lips turned up into a small smile as she admitted, "It's… nice. To feel wanted." Regina felt foolish for even saying such a thing, as it sounded entirely too soft-hearted for the person she had put careful effort into becoming, and she turned away from Emma to focus on serving dinner instead of her slight embarrassment.
Suddenly arms were wrapped around her waist, Emma having come up behind her to lean her chin on Regina's shoulder. "You're more than wanted, you know," she told her softly, her fingers splaying out against the thin material of her shirt as she traced patterns across the Mayor's stomach. "I wasn't lying when I told you that I needed you, Regina. I do. I just…" Emma trailed off for a moment, her lips brushing the base of Regina's neck, making the brunette's eyes flutter closed at the feeling as she leaned back into her, allowing Emma to wrap her up in a feeling only she had ever managed to instill in her. "I guess then, I just didn't realize in how many ways that was true."
Regina felt herself exhale a shuddered breath, her heart beginning to pound mercilessly in her throat as the realization she had fought so hard to never voice moved past her lips. "We're in a relationship." It was said barely above a whisper, but it was heard all the same. The words echoed in Regina's mind, taunting her as a reality she thought would never come to pass was laid out shamelessly before her.
They had completely immersed themselves in the delusion they had built and it was startling, for Regina to realize that she no longer really cared. It was easier, she found, to just let it happen than try to constantly struggle against it.
"Yeah," Emma agreed, her voice just as soft as she slid her hands down Regina's arms before lacing their fingers together, wrapping her arms around her once more in an effort to make the brunette feel protected from the truth that Emma knew she had so often ignored. "Does that scare you?"
"Senselessly."
Regina could feel Emma nod into her neck, her hot breath tickling her sensitive flesh as they realized, together, that they had found themselves spread open and vulnerable to a person they each had vowed to hate. It was utterly terrifying and strange, but the comfort that was instilled as they held one another in their arms, sought to protect them from the damage they could easily inflict upon each other, should they allow themselves to see past the surface of what they had created. It was a promise, almost, that they wouldn't do that to each other.
If only it was that easy to keep.
"Yeah," Emma admitted, her fingers tightening around Regina's as her desperation for strength took over, "me too."
[x]
"I look ridiculous."
Emma was sprawled out naked on Regina's leather futon, one leg thrown haphazardly over the back of the upholstery, her eyes raking down the Mayor's form with a hungry look in her eye. "That's a matter of opinion," she murmured, her eyes now fixated on the phallus that was strapped to Regina's body, situated between her legs. "And it's completely wrong, by the way, because damn."
After dinner they had gotten to the true purpose of their alone time together, yet despite Emma's whispered words the other day of how she wished to touch her, when they both tried, they found themselves completely overwhelmed and defaulted to their natural state of sexuality. It was easier, they realized, to do after the truth that had just been admitted. Regina knew that the time would come when they would – at this point, it was almost inevitable – but with how much had changed, it was simpler to just take a step back for the moment and be with each other in the way that they had grown accustomed to.
Well, mostly accustomed to.
"And why can't you be the one that wears this, again?" Regina lightly complained, feeling completely out of her element as she knelt between Emma's spread thighs. While they had used a strap on before, it had always been Emma who dominated in that sort of way. She held previous experience and Regina had been more than willing to comply with the roles they had found themselves in. Now, however, experience meant nothing as Regina was suddenly meant to do the opposite of what she had expected when Emma suggested that they use it.
"Because I want you to," Emma answered, biting her lower lip softly as she raked her nails up soft, supple thighs. "Come on, Regina," she lightly begged, pulling the woman towards her so that Regina's body would collapse against hers, the thick phallus pressing firmly against her nether lips. Emma hissed softly at the contact, her eyes growing dark with lust. "Indulge me for a minute…"
"If I indulge you, it will hardly be for just a minute," Regina breathed, feeling their breasts press against one another, the tautness of their nipples scraping against flushed flesh. Emma's fingers wrapped around her bicep, her nails digging in as she pushed against her, a hungry smile gracing the corners of her mouth.
"Then indulge me until I can't take anymore."
A low growl left Regina's lips as she allowed her head to dip down, running her teeth over the hollow of Emma's throat. She could feel the other woman's pulse jump and quicken beneath her tongue as she traced the area she would mark as hers. When she bit down into succulent flesh, Emma cried out her name, her hand tangling in a mess of chestnut locks as she pulled Regina closer to her, shuddering beneath the feeling of pain that paved their rocky path to pleasure.
Fingernails scraped the back of Regina's neck as Emma pulled herself closer, her lips a fraction from their destination as her pleading words sought to fill the last bit of hollowness inside of Regina. "Take me. Own me," Emma begged, as though she felt she couldn't bear the thought of anything but. The strength inside of her had waned, her control willingly being given to the one person she never before trusted it with. It was a desire that could not be ignored. "I want to be yours, Regina…"
"You are mine."
It was said with such strength, such conviction, such passion that it left no room for question or doubt. Regina threw her down on the futon, letting Emma's back collide with the surface before Regina grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head as she looked down at the woman who was now so much more than a mere possession. Her breasts heaving and lips parted, Emma looked more vulnerable than Regina had ever seen her look before.
"I need you," Emma breathed, the meaning so much more than what the words implied. Regina could hear it in her tone and it made her heart clench in her chest, a soft look masking over her face as she slowly nodded her understanding.
"I know," she whispered, leaning down to take Emma's bottom lip softly between her teeth. When her tongue entered her mouth it wasn't with lavish greed, but with an acute awareness of what was being offered to her. Emma gave herself over to the feeling, moaning softly in her mouth as she arched her back, slightly straining against Regina's hold. Lips fell to flushed porcelain, kissing the woman beneath her as Regina murmured against her skin, "I need you too."
When Emma turned her head to capture her lips once more, a small sound of need fell from the back of her throat as she kissed her with reckless abandonment, sliding her soaked arousal over the shaft between Regina's thighs. Regina plunged her tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing Emma's moan as she reached down between them, switching on the small vibrating bullet inside of the harness. It was then Emma's turn to devour her gasp of pleasure, the blonde's hips rocking in wanton impatience, awaiting Regina to fill her.
Regina broke the kiss for a moment, exhaling a shuddered breath as she rested her forehead against Emma's. Her face was flushed, eyes darkening in lustful need as she wrapped her hand around the phallus, her knees gently encouraging the blonde's legs farther apart. Emma complied without hesitation, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt Regina place the tip at her opening. Hand cupping her cheek in a gentle manner that demanded unwavering attention, brown eyes found blue as Emma pleaded softly against her lips, "Don't hurt me."
It was strange; a relationship born from pain only for them to be frightened of it in the end. But it was a different pain they feared, the pain many others had thrust upon them when they were the most vulnerable, and yet there they were, splayed out and emotionally naked, trembling beneath each other's gaze because they had always known better than to ever allow this to happen again. And so Regina dug her fingernails so hard into Emma's hip that she drew blood, wanting her to know that she understood the real meaning behind her words, as she looked deep into azure eyes and fiercely promised, "I won't."
Smearing the blood from the deep crescent marks across the taut muscles in Emma's stomach, Regina inhaled a shaky breath, the pleasure coursing through her from the vibrations between her thighs, and slowly pushed into her. Emma whimpered against the base of her throat, her eyes falling closed as she grasped at the skin of Regina's back, pushing her hips against the shaft as she allowed it to fill her.
A small, breathless chuckle of disbelief followed. "I didn't think it'd happen like this," Emma admitted, holding Regina close to her as she spoke. "It… wasn't supposed to go this way. There was supposed to be a bed covered with fucking flower petals or something…" The image of the absurdity of that scenario filled Regina's mind and she laughed softly as Emma finished, "Or whatever it is that people do."
It was ridiculous, the image of the two of them making love atop a bunch of rose petals, surrounded by candles and soft music, or whatever the cliché of that act was. But it wasn't them and both of them knew it. That had never been what their relationship was about, and though they had started this with the hope of momentarily fleeing from the inevitable, it seemed it had found them anyway. There was only so much they could outrun before their legs gave out, forcing them to sink into the one thing they had feared the most, yet found a sense of comfort in all the same.
"This is more our style," Regina breathed against her lips, a smile breaking out as she realized that she wouldn't have it any other way. Emma's expression mirrored her own, the blonde's incomparable beauty radiating through her grin as she laughed quietly, conceding to that with a nod as she pressed her fingers deeper into the flesh of Regina's neck, gripping her hard enough to bruise.
"Yeah… it really is." Her smile then made its way into a smirk as Emma pushed her hips against her, allowing the shaft to fill her as deep as it would go. A breathless gasp falling from her mouth, her eyes found Regina's with an unwavering purpose as she commanded, "Now fuck me until I can't breathe."
A playful gleam dancing behind her eyes and a wanton flush covering her body, Regina pressed her lips against her ear, coaxing one of Emma's legs up over her shoulder as whispered, "Yes, Madame Swan."
[x]
Regina had lost count of how many times she had fucked her. They were both slick with sweat, grasping for one another and Regina pushed into her, finding herself unable to stop even though tears stung the back of Emma's eyes, the amount of orgasms beginning to overwhelm her as she choked back a sob of ecstasy. Regina felt lightheaded, the vibration between her thighs having brought her to a few already herself, but the way Emma arched and thrashed beneath her was beyond mesmerizing as they had never, not once, allowed themselves to go this far.
"Please, please," Emma cried, her fingernails drawing red, angry patterns on Regina's back as she tore straight into her heart, finding that it no longer was blackened and raw. Regina fell head first into the overwhelming feeling of exposure, allowing the light within Emma to destroy the darkness that had always found its home within Regina's corrupted soul. Burying her face in the crook of Emma's neck as her body began to convulse in pleasure, Regina muffed the scream of another orgasm as she grasped for her, pouring out the fear of her inevitable metamorphosis into the only place she found she truly felt safe anymore.
Lips met in a feverish desperation, drinking up all that the other was as Emma's fingers tangled in her hair, possessively keeping what was deemed to be hers as Emma's inner muscles clenched around the shaft, pulling it in further, deeper, harder. "Don't stop," she begged, almost sounding like she was crying with how hoarse and broken her voice had become. Regina knew that she could feel it, deep within her; the change that had instilled as they came together in the way it seemed they were always meant to. "Don't ever fucking stop."
Regina sought to make good on that promise as she continued pushing into her, bringing a hand she found was trembling to trace the softness of Emma's lips. She breathed into her, feeling Emma take all that she was as her eyes met an openness that Regina knew was hers to fill. "You're mine," she reiterated in a shuddered exhale of breath, feeling the heat of acceptance run hot like fire through her veins. "Emma, you're…!"
"Yours," Emma gasped, finishing her sentence as her back arched in pleasure, her body beginning to tremble as another wave sought to crush her beneath the weight of their shared need, a word that now meant far more than what they had ever dared to believe. Emma's head fell back, her lips parting with the hint of a smile as she gave herself over to her. "Regina," she breathed before it overwhelmed her, pleasure etching across her face as her eyes shut tightly, fingers marking fresh bruises as Emma held onto Regina like she had become her anchor to this world and the fantasy they had created for each other.
Emma screamed, her body wracked with the passion coursing through her as Regina stilled her movements, grasping the blonde's pleasure-stricken face as she watched the woman she once sought to destroy fall before her, finding that she was forever grateful her efforts had failed. Regina smiled before she kissed her, gently coaxing Emma down from her high as she pressed her body flush against trembling flesh, realizing that she was the piece of her that had been missing for as long as she could remember.
Emma's hand eventually hit Regina's shoulder a couple times, a silent plea for a short reprieve. Regina chuckled, enjoying the fact that for once it was Emma who caved first before shifting and gently pulling the shaft from her reddened and engorged sex. As Emma wiped away the hair that was stuck to her forehead, struggling to find her breath, Regina unhooked the straps that bound the phallus to her before throwing it carelessly onto the floor. The sound of it hitting the ground seemed to snap Emma out of her haze and she groggily opened her eyes, looking at Regina with a newfound light that once was delved beneath darkened shadows.
She reached for her and Regina came without hesitation, situating herself half on top of the still trembling mess that was the unfathomably beautiful Emma Swan. But the blonde didn't seem to notice or care that her body was not finished feeling everything that Regina gave her, because her shaking hand cupped the back of Regina's neck, a small smile breaking out on her face as she affirmed, "Mine."
"Yeah," Regina breathed, gently covering Emma's hand with her own, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that their need would always go both ways. "Yours."
TBC…
