Chapter 12
Regina's POV
I can't believe I just said that. This was not part of the plan. Shes just staring at me, doe eyed and slacked jawed, and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
"You're falling in love with me?" I nod my head slowly, not trusting my voice. "Me?" I nod again and take a step closer to her.
"I'm falling in love with you Emma." I whisper again. "Everything about you; you're beautiful, your smile, and the way your eyes light up when you laugh, and how brave you are. I'm falling in love with your heart and your soul, Emma Swan. All of you."
This isn't a new feeling for me. I think I've been feeling it ever since I saw her with Henry, but I don't think now is the time to tell her that. She opens her mouth for a moment, looking as if she's about to say something, but she closes it again.
"Emma, if you don't feel the same way, I understand. Okay? It's okay. I'm ten years older than you and you're just a freshman in college and you have the whole world at your disposal and I could implode on that because our relationship is so complicated right now and I totally understand if this doesn't -" I'm haunted mid-sentence with the most earth shattering kiss I've ever been given. Emma wraps her arms around me and draws me in so there isn't an inch of space between us. When she pulls away, I'm nearly gasping for air.
"Regina," she begins. "I love you," I look at her and I feel like she's staring into my soul. "I love you," she says again.
"I heard you the first time," I whisper against her lips, a smile stretching not my face and then hers. She pulls me into a hug and I feel tears well up in my eyes. Emma, oh Emma. I love you so much. I start to giggle and she pulls away from me and looks at me.
"Why are you laughing? And... Crying? Baby?" She asks while wiping away my tears.
"It's just feels so good to hear you say that. I've had these feelings since I first saw you with Henry on Saturday and I thought it was too soon to tell you and to hear you say it back... I love you Emma." I can't stop the tears from falling. "I've never smiled and cried at the same time. I didn't even know that was possible," I admit. She puts her hand on my cheek and her thumb swipes away the tears as they fall. I nuzzle her palm and kiss it softly.
"Come on, baby. Let's get this cleaned up and put away so we can go home." Home. It's our home.
The car ride home is quiet and I desperately wish I knew what Emma is thinning about. She's looking out the window as we drive bother hand is wrapped tightly around mine and resting on my thigh. The feel of her hand on my bare skin makes me feel so safe. I never thought I could have this.
"What are you thinking about, Emma? You've been so quiet."
"Oh, Regina. Everything is fine baby. I've been thinking about what will happen after this semester ends."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my time in your classroom will end in December, right? That's only two and a half months away. Then what? Do we get to do things on campus together? Will you still get in trouble?"
"Yes, I think we can start doing things together on campus. I'll have to speak with my boss and inform him of our relationship, since we're pretty serious," she smirks, "And I think it will be okay." Her answering smile makes me cheer up immensely.
"They always have those movies playing out on the field and I always wish you could go with me. Can we do that after the semester ends?"
"Emma," I giggle. "I think it's going to be a little cold in January to be sitting outside on a field watching movies."
"Aww, come on don't be a wimp! I'll snuggle with you and keep you warm." I roll my eyes. What a child my Swan can be.
"Okay, fine. One movie." I hold up my finger. She squeals.
"Thank you, Gina!" and then she turns to me and leans over the center console and kisses my cheeks. It's so easy to make her happy.
When we get home, Emma insist we leave everything in the car and to retrieve them tomorrow. I agree quickly, eager to get into the house and out of our clothes.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Emma asks over her shoulder. She's already in the house and tossing her shoes to the side by the door.
"Sure."
"Sure?" she arches an eyebrow at me.
"That's what I said."
"Why sure?"
"Why?" I ask incredulously. "What do you mean why?"
"Well…" she shuffles her feet a little, glancing down at them. "Sure is so ambiguous. It's like yes or no. sure is like yes but not really and it kinda makes me crazy." Her voice fades off and I giggle.
"The word bothers you?"
"I just want to know why you said it. I thought maybe you didn't want to watch one."
"Yes, Emma. I would love to watch a movie with you."
"Okay, good. I'm going to put my bad in the bedroom okay? Pick out a movie and then come change. I'm dying to get out of this dress and put some pajamas on," I nod.
"Okay, babe. I'll be right up. Can you pull out my satin night gown from the second drawer? The red one." She blushed a little and I smile.
"Sure," she winks and then runs up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Emma's POV
The bedroom door opens and Regina saunters in still looking flawless in her dress.
"Unzip me?" she asks, I gulp and watch as she turns and sweeps her hair out of the way.
"Yeah, of course." I unzip her and run my hands down the skin that's exposed to me. I'm shocked when I realize she's not wearing a bra. She turns to me when I'm done unzipping her, allowing her dress to fall off her shoulders. I don't know why but suddenly I'm feeling nervous standing in my cotton booty shorts and an oversized shirt, looking at this beautiful, perfect women that I love.
"Emma?"
"You're gorgeous, Regina." She slips out of her dress the rest of the way and then discards her panties. I desperately want to touch her, but for some reason, I'm also desperate for some intimacy that doesn't involve orgasms. She slips the night gown that I left on her bed on. It's short, revealing, and incredibly sexy. When she's dressed, she takes my hand and leads me down the stairs and into the living room.
"Okay, so please don't hate me, but Pretty Women is one of my favorite Julia Roberts movies. Do you mind?" I can't imagine why she looks so embarrassed.
"Mind? That's one of my favorite movies of all times too! Julia Roberts is a fucking queen!" she giggles and kisses my cheek in thanks. The movie is already at the main menu. "I get the feeling we would have watched it even if I said no," I tease her as we sit on the couch. I sit on the end so she can snuggle into me and she does immediately. I take a deep breath, smelling her apple shampoo and I sign in contentment.
"Possibly. But I just haven't watched it in so long," I laugh.
"Babe, you're perfect. Start the movie." She obliges and presses play, snuggling deeper into me.
Halfway through the movie, Regina presses pause and turns to me.
"What is it, babe?"
"I can't believe tonight happened like this." She straddles me, trapping both my legs between hers.
"Like what? On the couch in our pajamas watching a movie that's both our favorites?" her eyes twinkle as she smiles.
"No. Saying I love you," she whispers. "I can't stop thinking about it." She's biting her lip, making it hard for me to focus on anything else.
"I love you," I whisper, my lips just centimeters away from hers.
"I love you," and then she kisses me softly. A very prominent part of me wants nothing more than to throw her against the cushions and make love to her over and over again. But there's still a piece of me that desperately just wants to be held.
"Regina?" she halts her lips at the base of my throat.
"Yes baby?" I grin at the pet name.
"Would it be okay if we went to bed and you just hold me for tonight?" I don't see even a hint of disappointment in her eyes and I'm flooded with relief.
"Of course, my sweet girl. Come on." She turns the TV off quickly and stands holding her hand out to me.
"Can I have some water?"
"Yes, Emma." She leads me to the kitchen. Her ass peeks out from under her night gown and I blush. The things I've done to that ass… I'm brought back to reality by a glass being handed to me and I fill it with water from the fridge.
"Thank you," I say quietly. She grins and moves closer to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Of course, my love. Come to bed with me," and she takes my hand again and leads me up the stairs. Her ass is ridiculously distracting and I trip up the steps a few times before we finally reach the bedroom. The sight of her room always seems to trip me up, but I set my glass down on the night stand and climb into bed and under the covers, careful not to show how nervous I feel. She's standing at the end of the bed watching me.
"What?" I feel self-conscious enough.
"You just look so fucking beautiful right now," and I watch a blush rise from her neck to her cheeks. Did she just embarrass herself?
"Get in bed," I plead. She crawls up from the end of the bed and it's almost my undoing. Why are you denying yourself, Emma? She's yours.
"Emma, what is it?" she places her hand on my cheek and rubs her thumb up and down slowly.
"I really, really want to have sex with you." She gapes at me for a moment and then starts laughing.
"And you think I don't? Keeping my hands off of you has been a challenge of a lifetime." I blush.
"I guess I feel like… I've told you I love you and I don't want to mess things up. I'm worried that saying that to you will ruin everything."
"Emma, darling, saying I love you id only the beginning, not the end. Please trust me, baby. I promise I will love you the best I possibly can."
"Kiss me?" she nods her head and then pulls me on her.
Regina's POV
When I wake up the next morning, the sun is just barely coming up over the horizon. Emma is sleeping soundly on top of me, gloriously naked, her warmth settled in and around me. I love you Emma. I run my fingers through her hair and she groans quietly, turning a little, but still asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy head," I whisper. She doesn't budge, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I slip out of her grasp and, when she's lying against the mattress, I clamber on top of her. She still doesn't move.
O pull the sheets off her slowly, now being careful not to disturb her, until her breasts are exposed and I wrap my mouth around her left nipple, sucking harshly. I watch as her eyes shoot open and her fingers immediately fly into my hair. She lets out a deep moan and moves her hips.
"Regina," her sleep coated voice groans.
"Good morning, angel." I purr, pulling the rest of the sheets down as I slide down her body.
"It is indeed," she hisses as I part her legs.
"Oh, Ms. Swan, you're so ready for me."
"Always," she whispers. I part her folds and swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She takes in a sharp breath.
"God Emma, you taste so good." I pull her tiny bud between my teeth and she yelps before moaning.
"Please, Regina," she begs. "Please."
"Always happy to oblige, Ms. Swan," she moans and I enter her with two fingers in one quick motion, keeping my tongue at her clit. Her hips buck up, jolting me momentarily, but one quick slap to her inner thigh has her clamping her thighs tightly around my head, locking me in place.
"Oh, Regina. Right there baby, oh god. Harder baby." I pump my fingers furiously, anxious for her to come. It doesn't take long before I feel the familiar contractions of her walls, and I know she's getting close. Her thighs loosen around my head and her toes curl into the sheets tangled at the end of the bed.
"Come up here, Regina," she demands between cries. I move up her body quickly, keeping the pace with my fingers. "Come with me, grind on my thigh." I've started curling my fingers inside her.
"This is all you, baby."
"Please, Gina." I smile at her and kiss her soundly before straddling a thigh and moving my hips quickly. Her arm encircles my waist and her hands move to my ass where she spanks me, the sound echoing off the walls.
"Oh shit!" I cry, nearly losing my balance on top of her. "Emma, oh my god!"
"Yes, baby! Come with me. I need you to come with me," she delivers another harsh slap to my ass and it's my complete undoing. I come quickly, the waves crushing over me. I feel Emma's walls clench around my fingers, rendering the immobile, and she rides, out her waves with me. I collapse on top of her, spent and breathless.
"I love you," I whisper, kissing whatever piece of skin my lips can reach.
"I love you, Regina." I slip my fingers out of her and wipe them on the sheets, too tired to bring them any further up than my waist. I wrap her in my arms and, feeling a familiar pull of sleep, and allow myself to dose off again.
When I wake up again, it's much brighter and the bed is cold.
"Emma?" I call out immediately. No answer. Standing, I quickly wrap my silk robe around my body and open the bedroom door. "Emma?" I call again. Nothing. Oh my god she's gone. I feel the despair washing through me and I sit at the top of the stairs, suddenly too weak to stand. How? And I hear it. Music. I race down the stairs and find my girlfriend dancing around the kitchen in only her underwear and an apron to top it all off, she's singing.
"Is it weird that I hear angels every time that you moan? Is it weird that your eyes remind me of a Coldplay song? Is it weird that I hear trumpets when you're turning me on?"
Oh. My. God. I gasp and she whirls around.
"Gina! I was making you breakfast and I was going to bring it to you in bed." I smile, my heart slowly dropping.
"Emma," I run and wrap my arms around her neck.
"Hey there! You okay baby?"
"More than okay. I love you."
"I love you." She kisses my nose and then turns back to the stove. Bacon and eggs.
"You, my love, are the perfect girlfriend. What can I do?"
"Just start the coffee pot babe and pop the toast in the toaster oven." I nod and set out to accomplish my tasks. I'm amazed but not surprised at the domesticity of all this. It feels like years have gone by instead of weeks and I smile to myself as I set up placemats on the island for us to sit and eat.
"No, no." Emma says, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. "I still want to have breakfast in bed." I shake my head, laughing, and go pull out two trays and put the placemats on them instead. The coffee is finished and the toast popped so I set them on the plates and poured us both a cup of coffee.
"How do you take your coffee babe?"
"Milk and sugar, please," she smiles sweetly. "Go upstairs. I will bring the food up."
"Emma, you spoil me." I grin.
"Exactly. Go on, I'll be right up." She twirls the towel over her shoulder and it snaps across my ass quickly. I jump at the unexpected feeling.
"I will get you for that, Emma." She smirks at me.
"Oh I hope so. Now go! Go upstairs." I hears her warning of the swinging towel and go back upstairs, not sure what to do. I can't believe I slept till eleven. She's really rubbing off on me. And then I snicker at the double entendre. I climb into the bed and check my phone. Henry and Katherine both texted me.
Mom, everything is great. I love camping! See you Sunday.
Regina, I hope you are taking advantage of this weekend and fucking that poor Swan senseless. Love you!
I blush and roll my eyes before texting Henry back and sending an annoyed emoji to Katherine. The door opens and in comes my Emma, one big tray in hand, filled with food. It smells delicious.
"Here you go babe." I smile, heart throbbing with love.
"You are perfect," she bends down to kiss me and then places the tray on the bed before climbing in with me. I sit with my back against the head board and Emma sits perpendicular to me, digging her toes under my thighs. I raise my eye brow at her.
"My toes get cold," she offers an explanation.
"That's fucking cute." I receive a blush and then she offers me a slice of toast and we dig in.
