Disclaimer: Not my characters. I just take them out to play to make them happy.

A/N: Thank you all for your reviews and your patience. :)

A/N 2: Sexytimes. And nothing but. It seems I lost most of the actual plot somewhere after the first line of this chapter. Oops.

Chapter 12: Slippery When Wet

"Ohgodohgodohgod."

Emma's head slammed back hard against the black tiles in the cabin's roomy walk-in shower. Her breath came in rough, gasping pants as one hand scrabbled for purchase on the slick, wet surface behind her while the other one tightened its grip on the dark head between her thighs, pressing herself into this incredibly talented mouth to prolong her orgasm. "Jesus, Regina!"

Regina smiled against the wet folds, her nose nuzzling gently against the most sensitive spots, making Emma groan and tremble once more. When the pressure on her head lessened, she pulled back a little to look up and enjoy the blissful look on Emma's face.

"Come up here," Emma panted hoarsely. "Let me kiss that smug look off your face."

"I think I deserve to be quite satisfied with my … pursuits this morning," Regina said with a smirk, her voice an enticing mix of arrogance and playfulness. She took her time getting to her feet, rubbing her body along Emma's skin, ignoring the ache in her joints from kneeling on the shale floor of her shower. She trailed her tongue and lips up Emma's torso until she could press her mouth to Emma's and steal her breath all over again. When she pulled back they were both smiling brightly. In fact, Regina saw with a certain sense of pride, Emma still looked completely blissed out.

Which was why she gasped in surprise when Emma moved suddenly and with a surprising amount of grace given her jellified state, and reversed their position. Regina let out a light "oomph" when her naked body met the coldish tiles but the slight discomfort was alleviated immediately when a warm, firm, and wet body pressed against her front from head to toe.

"Well, hello there." Emma grinned devilishly as she pushed herself even more firmly into Regina, relishing the way their bodies fit together and the way Regina's eyes darkened at the contact.

Regina was mesmerized by the look in Emma's eyes, the love she could see in the vivid green but also, always, a hint of sadness. Not for the first time she marveled at the similarities between them, and how she had managed not to notice them for the longest time.

The longer they stared at each other while the unending supply of water rained down on them from the huge shower head above, the darker Emma's eyes became. There was a gleam in her eyes that made her look positively hungry, and Regina's arousal blazed through her body. She was already wet from tasting Emma and listening to her sounds as she was driven higher and higher, and her raspy yell as she came, but that was no comparison to just how soaked she was now.

Emma had an idea and hoped she wouldn't get thrown through the large window next to them if she tried it. All through the night, she had let Regina be in control, had let her dictate the pace of their love-making. It had been painful at times because apparently Regina liked to tease. A lot. But it had also been so worth it. Now, however, Emma decided that it was her turn.

She leaned in for another kiss. It was so easy for her to get lost in the sensation, and from the sounds escaping from deep within Regina's throat she wasn't the only one losing track of everything. Good. Emma smiled into the kiss as she blindly reached for Regina's hands and pulled them over their heads, keeping them there with one hand, pressing them against the wall.

Emma stilled her body's movement when she felt Regina tense, and just kept moving her mouth over Regina's in a soft, almost lazy rhythm until she felt her lover relax a bit. After a moment though, Regina wrenched her mouth from Emma's with a groan. "Emma, wha—"

Emma's lips stopped whatever she might have wanted to ask and Regina forgot what she had wanted to say. All of a sudden, it didn't seem all that important anyway. The silken lips moving against her mouth were important, the tongue that was gently caressing her own was important. Everything else didn't matter because only they mattered in this moment, and the way Emma drove her higher and higher with just her lips on her mouth, her tongue tangled with her own, and a fingertip running up and down her arm.

"Gods, Emma," Regina moaned breathlessly, tearing her lips away from Emma's mouth again for a breath, only to feel those lips descending on her jaw and neck. "I … I want you … so much … I need you," she panted between licks and nips and sucks on her neck, ashamed at how needy she sounded.The queen didn't beg, she never begged, but here she was doing almost that and Emma hadn't even started yet. Which of course was the problem.

Regina was close to biting her lips to stop herself from babbling, saying more things that would reveal her need, but from the reaction her words had caused, Emma seemed to enjoy them, so Regina consciously relaxed her body and mind and decided to allow Emma to hear what she could barely suppress anyway, and continued. "I'm so wet for you … I want you now."

"Christ, Regina," Emma moaned, slipping one leg against the hot wetness at the apex of Regina's thighs, pressing her whole body into her lover in an unconscious rhythm. She squeezed the hands she still held firmly in one of her own and ran the other down the side of Regina's body. Tantalizing, arousing, but not going anywhere near where Regina wanted her the most. "You like this?" she asked, and there was just a trace of insecurity. "You like it when I run the show?"

Regina hesitated a moment too long, long enough for Emma to notice and stop all movement again. Her leg stilled against Regina's center, her free hand rested on her hip, and the hand holding Regina's hands loosened their hold a little. "Regina? Are you okay?" she asked quietly. "Is this … we don't have to—"

"Don't stop," Regina demanded, snapping out of her thoughts. She had never been submissive in any way, and not once had she allowed another person to restrain her during sex — not since Leopold and his huge body holding her down with his weight until she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't be — not even in the playful way Emma was doing it. Regina firmly shout the door in her mind that led to her past experiences, knowing without a shred of doubt that Emma would let her hands go with one word from her, or even just a look. With that in mind, Regina focused on what was really important — her need to come — so …

"Just … don't stop."

Emma looked into Regina's very dark eyes, making sure one more time. Then she nodded as if in acceptance and kissed Regina almost reverently. "I'll take care of you … I'm going to make you scream my name," she muttered. "Too bad we don't have all day." They had decided that it would be best if Emma returned home after a quick shower and breakfast. Neither of them was too unhappy when the shower turned out to be longer than planned, and right now neither Emma nor Regina could remember why Emma had to go back at all.

Regina chuckled breathlessly. "It's not going to take long anyway if you'd only touch me, dear … so why don't you … get started on that?" She groaned impatiently. "Just touch … ah …" She gasped as Emma suddenly pushed two fingers into her, deeply and slowly.

"Yes," Regina panted, her hips pressing forward into Emma's hand while her shoulder blades leaned heavily against the wall. "Harder!"

Emma stopped, her fingertips resting just inside Regina. "I thought I was running the show, Your Majesty," she whispered teasingly. "But that sounded almost like you were trying to tell me what to do."

Regina shook her head. "You just said yourself … we don't have much time … and I need …"

"I know what you need," Emma interrupted gently. "Trust me." She held her breath waiting for a reply.

Regina waited a beat. And another, trying to hold on to some control, but finally she relented. "I trust you."

Emma smiled brightly as she let her breath out in one long, relieved sigh. She knew what the words must have cost Regina and swore she would never betray that trust in any way. "Thank you," she murmured, emphasizing her words with a long, slow push into Regina. "I'll let you know when you can come."

Regina whimpered, a sound that surprised them both. I think we need to do something like this again, Emma thought. And I better make it good if I want to have another chance at this. She put her whole body behind her hand as she moved slowly but deeply in and out of the slick, velvety heat.

Regina was lost to everything around her. Her world had shrunk to Emma and the wall she was pushed up against. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Emma's hips, opening herself up, trusting Emma's strength to hold her up.

Emma grunted when Regina's whole weight suddenly rested on her and the wall, and she had to let go of Regina's hands so she could keep them both stable. Regina's hands flew into Emma's hair, and Emma's hand curled around her back. Suddenly she wished she had at least one other pair of hands, but for now she simply spread her legs a little wider and pushed the lithe body more firmly against the wall. "That's right," she whispered. "Spread your legs for me."

Emma knew she didn't have much longer, not in this position and not with how she had to tighten every muscle in her body to keep them both upright. Sooner or later she feared they'd fall, and Emma had no plan to repay Regina's trust by letting her bust her head open on the wall of her shower. She sped things up a little, putting more power into her thrusts, twisting her fingers on every upward stroke and curling them on every downward stroke, making Regina moan almost continuously.

Regina was getting close, but she was so wet that she knew she needed just a little more. "Emma … I need …" She was shocked when Emma stopped again and then removed her fingers completely until only the tip remained at her entrance. "Nooooo … don't … please …"

Emma didn't reply, just pushed in again, using three fingers this time, her rhythm now as hard and fast as she could. "I told you ... I'd take care of you," she panted between thrusts. "I know ... what you need."

Regina could only nod. Her brain was close to short-circuiting by now, and her body reacted to Emma like an instrument to a skillful player. Her eyes were closed and Emma's name fell from her lips in perfect timing with her body's thrusts against Emma's hand.

"Regina," Emma whispered before biting a nearby earlobe and then sucking on the bite mark. "Come for me. Now." With that she pushed in hard and simultaneously pressed her thumb against Regina's clit.

"Gods." Regina felt her toes curl and electric currents run through her body. Emma's command made her almost laugh in relief but what came out of her mouth instead was a primal groan that she muffled a little by biting Emma's shoulder. Hard. Then she slumped against the wall, her head making a dull thud.

"Sorry," Regina mumbled after a few deep breaths. "Did I hurt you?"

Emma tried to shift Regina's weight. "Nah, it's all good … couldn't let me have that scream I wanted, huh?" Emma smirked and wiggled her fingers once, enjoying the gasp that escaped Regina's lips, before pulling out slowly. "I like having a goal to work toward."

Regina smiled gently at the hint of smugness and pushed a lock of wet hair out of Emma's forehead. "Put me down before you hurt yourself … I seem to have some trouble moving my legs on my own."

Emma huffed. "I can hold you up just fine, don't worry. I'd never let you fall."

Regina decided not to mention the trembling in Emma's arms. "I know." She smiled. "Let me down anyway." Emma gave her a knowing smile but gently put Regina on her feet. Regina felt a little wobbly but remained standing.

They stood in the shower just staring at each other until Regina turned and grabbed the shower gel. Emma took that as a sign that their playtime was over, and she quickly washed and rinsed her hair with a sigh she hoped Regina wouldn't hear.

They finished their shower quickly and efficiently, and in complete silence. When had they allowed to let this uncomfortable feeling set in? Emma was getting more and more worried with every second. What if Regina hadn't enjoyed that? What if she had just indulged Emma? What ifs ran through her mind even as they stood next to each other drying off with the fluffiest towels Emma had ever touched. She wanted to run the towel gently over Regina's body, licking off stray drops of water, drying her softly, but she didn't dare to. What if—?

"What was that, dear?" Regina asked and to Emma the tone sounded painfully neutral, distant even. But the look in Regina's eyes was simply curious, not accusing or shooting daggers.

Emma ran a hand through her wet hair. "I wanted to take care of you," she replied quietly, her voice rough with worry. "Wanted to give you as much pleasure as I could." She looked down at her feet. "I'm s—"

A thumb on her lips stopped her. "Thank you," Regina whispered. "You did. It was … exceptional." And she meant that in every sense of the word.

Emma felt a hundred pounds lighter. "I did?" she asked against the thumb gently rubbing her lips. "Then why the sudden distance?" She had to know.

Regina sighed deeply. "I didn't mean to …" she began, then made a face that Emma instinctively knew wasn't directed at her. "It's just … I'm not used to this kind of thing, this intensity … us," she tried again. "Yesterday, last night … Emma, you opened me, cracked my shell, and just now …" She shook her head. "I've never been with anybody else like that."

Emma let her towel drop and pulled Regina into her arms. "It was beautiful," she muttered into wet, dark hair. "You were so beautiful … are so beautiful … and you loved me so well, and I want you so much and … I needed to hear how much you want me."

"I do want you, Emma." Regina licked a droplet of water that made its way from Emma's hair down her neck. "That is the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you with me, all the time," Regina explained softly. "And you need to leave, go back. I had to take some time to try and rebuild myself a little to be able to let you go."

Emma swallowed hard. "I don't want to leave …"

"But Henry needs you," Regina added with a small sigh. "And you need to see what your mother is up to."

"And I need to talk to Henry … and Neal." Emma groaned. "That's going to be fun … but not nearly as much fun as telling my parents." She was actually whining at that point. "I'm not sure I can talk to Snow and stay calm enough for the talk we need to have," she admitted reluctantly.

"Just tell Henry then," Regina whispered. "And his fa— Neal … see how that goes. Don't do anything you don't want to, okay?"

"You just want to see Snow's face when she hears about us," Emma accused with a small laugh.

"Well, yes, that would definitely a bonus." Regina pulled Emma into a kiss that curled her toes. "So if you do tell her, please take a photo." She would just have to rebuild her walls once Emma was gone.

Or go back to Storybrooke sooner than expected.