Business Transaction
By MissFaberrySuarez
Chapter Twelve
Regina's lips felt plump and sweeter than anything Emma had ever tasted. They melted into hers and the heat caused by unresolved tension fused them together, not wanting to part or the blonde feared it could be the first and last time she'd ever kiss that mouth.
So, when Regina pulled back to draw in a shaky breath, she kept her eyes shut hard, already bracing herself for the distance that would surely seep in between them.
It never did.
Instead, the brunette regained contact and moved against her mouth in a more eager manner, making it clear it was not only Emma who felt as if she'd burst into flames solely from a simple kiss.
Regina Mills crumbled into her touch, losing herself in everything she had denied for so long, savoring Emma as if she'd dissipate otherwise and needing the closeness that came with that gesture.
Once the moment sunk in, Regina tilted her head further, urging the blonde to deepen the kiss and parting her lips only the slightest to test the waters. Emma saw the green light and took it, softly slipping her tongue into the other woman's mouth to caress it in gentles strokes.
Their senses overflowed with longing and the mayor felt the lonesome tear trickling down her cheek being quickly wiped by Emma's hand cupping her face.
They kissed their way to the couch, Regina's palms tip-toeing up to the blonde's nape as Emma's laced around her waist, bringing their bodies close.
They only stopped when Emma felt the cushions hit her calves and she spun so she could gently lay between the mayor's legs, feeling a strangled moan bounce off of her lips.
Hands found their way around each other's body, savoring every curve and dip, wandering about the small of Emma's back, heaving through dark hair, tugging a thigh up to warp around the blonde's torso and slipping beneath fumbled fabric in order to touch burning skin that rose to meet Regina's fingertips.
There was not one second where it felt wrong.
It was as if Emma's kiss had somehow sucked the darkness of her mind, as if it had enclosed the bad memories in a tight grasp and smothered them to death.
Regina allowed herself to touch and be touched in ways she'd never known to be so amazingly right.
They slowly discarded their clothes, Emma taking special attention not to overstep any line, and were soon claiming each other's newly found flesh with soft kissing and teeth scrapping.
The way their naked bodies fitted so well with each other felt like nothing of this world.
Sure Emma had had her fair share of experiences with women, but, to be quite frank, none could even begin to compare to the deliciously complex one she was having with Regina Mills.
Her hair was laced between the mayor's fingers while she carefully adventured to lower her touch, stroking Regina's inner thigh as their tongues danced around each other.
Emma felt Regina's obliterate moan slip into her.
So, she crumbled into the thrill and dug her fingertips within the mayor's soaking folds, faintly whimpering as nails stabbed her nape in a surge of anticipation.
Regina was far beyond the poignant memories and agonizing traumas. She was there, shuddering under the blonde's touch, clinging to her, allowing her into long forgotten pathways and holding her hand through and through.
Regina was all there.
She was looking into those green eyes, locked in the perpetual trance they had been in ever since they first glimpsed into each other. And that faint glimmer of hope was masked by the dark deepness of lust that sunk into Emma as she slid her fingers through the brunette's aching spot.
She paused for a confirmation which then came to her in the form of a passionate kiss.
Then, Emma buried her fingers into Regina, relishing the delicious sounds she got in return and holding the mayor tighter as she slowly moved within her. There was no rush, no need for a quick release, on the contrary, they savored each second due to the very present knowledge that it could be their only chance to.
Regina followed the blonde's lead and also reached for her throbbing center, swallowing her moan as she captured her lips and whispered a faint 'Emma'.
They created a rhythm and there were only sounds of skin on skin, lips on lips and pleas on whimpers. The fluidity of their movements suggested a new level of intimacy and the thought left Regina breathlessly closer to the edge, fluttering her eyes shut as liquid heat flowed through her veins to lodge between her legs, all the while causing her to tighten around Emma's fingers and her urgent moans elicited the same response from the blonde.
It didn't take long before Regina met her release, writhing beneath Emma's body, clinging to her as she triggered the blonde and they held onto each other, trembling, sinking teeth and nails between gasps.
Once they came down from their high, their bodies relaxed, intertwined, tired limbs lazily tracing patterns over the other one's skin as their mouths met in languid kisses.
There were no words needed, nor thought of or over planned. There was only comfortable silence and the exchanged looks of tenderness.
They only spoke after their hearts stilled and breathing returned to normal. Emma noticed the slight quivering of the mayor's body and risen goose bumps and suggested they'd go up to their rooms, to which Regina avidly agreed, feeling a sudden chill wrap her body as the adrenaline worn off.
They covered themselves enough to appear half decent - even if their disheveled hair suggested otherwise - and it was when they reached the corridor and Emma said goodnight to then enter her room that Regina caught her arm and tugged her to her suite.
Emma grinned from ear to ear and followed suit.
Much like any other night, Regina Mills slept with the French doors of her balcony yanked open. The sun now shone through the thin curtains as they swayed with the warm breeze, washing over her while she blissfully rested wrapped in her mulberry silk sheets.
If she had been awake, she would've felt the mattress dip when Emma sat next to her body.
She would've felt the gentle touch of tentative fingers tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.
She would've felt the same hand slide down her naked arm to rest over her waist.
Then, the warm kiss that Emma pressed to her lips.
And had seen the glimmering sheet of tears coating emerald eyes that blinked away the will to cry as the blonde carefully stood, reaching for her bag to then remove a card and a pen.
She scribbled across it and folded it in half so it would hold up on Regina's nightstand.
After taking one long, last look at the woman she'd grown to care for so incredibly deeply, Emma gulped the knot in her throat, threw her bag over her shoulder and left.
Regina rolled onto her stomach and draped an arm around the empty spot beside her.
She woke with the brimming sunlight seeping through her eyelids, groaning sweet sounds of a night well rested as she turned to the face the source of her most deserved grin.
When Regina fluttered her eyes open, she expected to find golden locks and glimmering emeralds staring back at her. Instead, she was faced with the usually cold and empty spot.
She jolted to her elbows, frowning disappointedly before scanning the room for a female figure. She found nothing until her eyes landed on a neatly folded white card on her nightstand, recognizing it immediately upon seeing the familiar title 'Bounty Hunter' in heavy bold and the name Emma Swan written across.
Regina hesitantly reached for it and pulled the top part up.
She silently mouthed the written words.
Thank you.
Her eyes bulged and she shot from the bed, slipping on her robe before storming into the corridor and yanking the guest room's door open.
The bed was neatly made and the floor void of dirty laundry.
She then flew down the stairs, trying to shush her thoughts long enough to catch a breath, and walked through the kitchen, finding her son eating pancakes with his backpack at his feet.
"Henry, where's Emma?"
He looked up at her with a dull glimmer of disappointment.
"She left."
Her jaw slackened and she narrowed her eyes.
"She what?"
"She said she had to go back to Boston a little earlier to catch up on work." He shrugged. "Didn't she tell you?"
Regina's stomach dropped to her feet and her lungs sunk into her ribcage.
"No, she-she didn't." She shook her head and pointed at his plate. "Did you make those?"
"Emma did. She left those for you."
Her eyes met a plate set next to Henry's with three pancakes piled on top of each other.
The little boy watched her intently, climbing down from his chair to walk up to his mother and wrap his arms around her waist.
"I'll miss her too."