Dinner
They are both standing beneath the warm spray, Emma's arms wrapped around the brunettes torso from behind, her lips and tongue gently soothing the mark on Regina's neck that she had not long ago made. "I'm sorry I bruised you, again. I got a little lost in the moment." The blonde apologises.
The shorter woman leans back further into her, "that's quite alright, dear. I very much enjoyed it, but maybe next time… somewhere a little less noticeable?"
"Good idea. I mean there are plenty of other places I have yet to mark." She runs her hands up the flat stomach to cup at her breasts, "many other places," she repeats as she gently caresses the perky flesh to show her point. As she rolls the hard buds between her thumb and finger in each hand, Regina turns her head and reaches behind her, her hands weaving into blonde hair to pull Emma's mouth down to her own. Their lips tenderly meet and move together, neither of them interested in rushing things along. When she feels like she needs more, Regina turns around in her girlfriends arms, returning her hands to the wet locks at the nape of the blondes neck, lips reconnecting to the thinner pink ones.
Emma slides her hands down to curvy hips, stroking the soft skin under her fingers. She feels Regina's tongue tentatively trace her bottom lip and automatically opens her mouth to allow the wet muscle entrance. They deepen the kiss but don't quicken it, both of them simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. The brunettes hands begin roving the muscular body of her lover, over her strong shoulders, and down her firm chest where her fingers ghost over her hard nipples. Emma whimpers into her mouth at the feather light touches on her breasts, her own hands reaching around to grope at firm buttocks. Regina sucks the length of Emma's tongue as she pulls back, her ministrations becoming firmer on the small breasts as her lips move down her throat, placing light kisses all the way to her collarbone where she playfully nips and sucks at the protruding bone as her hands dip lower, fingers mapping out the intersections between each prominent abdominal muscle.
She looks up into sparkling blue eyes when she hears the blonde chuckle, "obsessed much?" She really was, she adored Emma's body.
"I could ask you the same thing, dear," she pushes her bum out, further into the groping hands to prove her point.
"Fair point," the blonde concedes, "but in my defence you really do have an incredible bum."
"And in my defence, you really do have incredible abs." She loves the blush the spreads across her girlfriends high cheek bones. "And…," she adds as her right hand slipping through tight curls into a different kind of liquid, "I love how wet you get for me." Her fingers steadily rub up and down through her arousal covered lips. She reaches around for Emma's right hand and brings it to the apex of her thighs. "Touch me too, darling."
Emma strokes the length of Regina with her hand, easily discerning the wet heat of her girlfriend from the warm water pouring from the showerhead. She uses her index and ring finger to spread the swollen lips, using her middle finger to circle the quivering entrance. The brunettes head falls to the strong chest as they slowly touch and tease each other. Every time Regina's fingers would circle around the blondes clit, not touching it, Emma would pull back from her lovers entrance.
They continued to build each other up slowly, the brunette sucking at the pale skin of her girlfriends neck, as she strokes her abs. Emma's left hand was now cradling Regina's head between her own neck and shoulder. The more they built each other up, the more incessant and demanding their fingers became.
When Emma could feel in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn't be too much longer, she sunk her fingers fully into Regina and used her thumb to rub over the needy nub. Regina focussed more on the blondes clit, strumming it as she bent her head further to suck on a nipple.
"Oh…yes… that's how I like it, baby," the blonde moaned into the top of the brunettes head.
The brunettes response was to hum around the nipple and suck harder, as her swollen walls clutched tighter around the intruding fingers.
Emma reaches between them and kneads at one of Regina's breasts, flicking her thumb faster over her clit. "I'm so close. Don't stop, baby."
The brunette is a second ahead of the blonde as she tightens around her fingers and groans into the breast in her mouth as Emma then stiffens up, her head falling back against the shower wall, their orgasms overtaking them as they pique almost simultaneously.
They weren't strong, earth shattering, toe curling orgasms for either woman, but a tender show of affection towards each other. Although, both of them quietly thought to themselves that it was more than just affection.
As their euphoric state wears off, Emma slowly removes her fingers from the warmth of Regina, the shower spray rinsing them clean as she wraps her arms around her lover. "You okay, beautiful?" She whispered into dark, drenched locks.
Lifting her head up to look into eyes that shone with so much more than Emma had verbally expressed, she smiled happily and nodded her head. "Mmm, more than okay." She strokes her hands over Emma's thighs and lays her head back down against the blondes chest.
Emma tilts the showerhead away from them and grabs the shampoo to lather up Regina's hair before doing the same to her own. Gentle kisses and tender caresses continue as they wash themselves before getting out.
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Regina was wearing a sleeveless, navy blue dress that stopped just above her knees, black heels and a pearl necklace. Her hair and makeup done to perfection. When she was almost finished getting ready she woke Henry up, she never usually let him nap this long and she hoped she wouldn't be paying the price for it later when it was his bedtime. All the excitement of meeting Emma had worn him out and he was still sleepy until Regina told him that Emma was waiting for him downstairs. He jumped up, still wearing his racing driver costume that he had fallen asleep in, and made his way to his best friend as quickly as he could without actually running, he would definitely get a telling off from his mom is he ran down the stairs.
Emma had gotten ready in the main bathroom, so as to not crowd Regina when she was getting ready. She was finished before Regina so she waited in the living room and decided to reply back to a few texts she had received from Ruby that day. They were texting back and forth until she heard Henry making his way down the stairs. She told Ruby she had to go, kept her phone in her pocket, then played and chatted with Henry until Regina was ready.
Regina was speechless when she entered the living room and saw what Emma was wearing. Black slacks, white shirt and slim black tie, and a black dinner jacket. If that wasn't enough to send Regina's heartrate rocketing, her beautiful hair was put into a side braid and she was wearing a light layer of makeup.
"Wow, that dress looks fantastic on you." Emma gushes when she lays eyes on her girlfriend. The blonde wasn't sure what to make of the brunette standing stock still, not saying a word. "Is this okay?" She anxiously asked as she looked down at herself, thinking that Regina's lack of speech was due to her outfit. She had wondered whether or not it was appropriate for meeting Regina's mother or if it made her look too butch.
"You look simply stunning, Emma." Was the honest answer.
"What about me, mommy?" Henry's excited voice snapped her out of her reverie and she bent down to kiss him on top of his racing cap. "You look like the best racing driver ever," she proclaimed to his delight.
"I'm going to get my bestest car to take to Grandma's," he declared before walking out of the room to find it. His 'bestest' car changed from day to day.
Regina stepped into Emma's personal space, "absolutely exquisite," she stated as she ran a hand down Emma's tie.
"It's not too much?" The blonde self-consciously asked.
"It's a bit too much for my blood pressure, but otherwise it is absolutely perfect."
Emma laughed and gave Regina a chaste kiss. The brunette cupped her face and possessively kissed her, leaving Emma without a single shred of doubt that Regina very much did approve of her attire.
"Mommy?" Henry's quiet, questioning voice came from behind her. Neither of them had heard him come back into the room, both of them too wrapped up in each other.
Emma immediately froze. Regina had reassured her many times, when they had spoken about it, that Henry would be okay with it but she still worried that she could lose this all. It all depended on how Henry handled this.
Regina turned around and kneeled down in front of the confused looking boy. He was looking between his mom and up at Emma, "why did you kiss my mommy?"
Emma stuttered a little, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence.
Regina took her sons little hands in her own, "sweetheart," he looked back at her then, "Emma is mommy's girlfriend. Do you know what that means?" She had never had the need to explain to her son that some girls liked girls, and that she was one of them.
"But you are both girls."
"Yes, sweetheart. Sometimes girls like girls and sometimes boys like boys, and that's okay."
"Okay," he happily replied. His innocent mind didn't need to know more than that. His mom liked girls and so did Emma, and they liked each other.
"Do you have any questions, sweetheart?" She wanted to make sure he understood properly.
"Are you going to get married? Am I going to have two mommies?"
Emma knew what she wanted to say to that, she also knew it was way too early in their relationship to voice such thoughts.
Regina chuckled because she could tell he sounded quite eager. She had said all along that she was going to be honest with him so she does just that. "It is a bit early to know any of that but I like Emma a lot."
Emma smiled cautiously from where she was standing.
"I like Emma, too!" He agreed.
Her smile grew exponentially but she still didn't move.
Regina looks behind her at the happy but still nervous looking blonde. Picking up Henry and stage whispering to him, "shall we give her a hug to show her how much we like her?"
"Yeah," he cheers.
When they were within a foot of Emma, Henry sticks his arms out to her and she takes him from Regina, holding him tight.
"I like you the bestest Emma, after mommy though." He clarified.
Regina joined them in the hug, Emma immediately pulling her in and squeezing her eyes shut to try and stop the happy tears she could feel coming.
"Go get your shoes on Henry, we are going to Grandma's now." Regina says as she takes him from Emma and places him on the floor. He happily scampers off and the brunette gives Emma another kiss.
"I told you everything would be fine, Emma."
"He's an amazing kid. He's so lucky that you adopted him. You are an amazing family." She kisses the brunettes temple. "We should probably go. I need to pick up some flowers on the way and I don't want to be late."
"I've told you, Emma, we don't need to pick up flowers, we are just going to my mother's for dinner."
"I'm meeting your mom for the first time, there's no way I'm turning up empty handed."
"Okay, whatever makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."
As the rain had stopped long ago and the sky was clear, they decided to walk the ten minutes to her mother's house, picking up a bouquet of flowers along the way.
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Once they entered the gate to Cora's garden, Henry ran straight to the door and let himself in, calling out for his grandma as he entered her home.
Regina could feel Emma's hand getting clammy, so she stops and turns to the blonde before they reach the porch. "Are you ok?"
She rubs the back of her neck, a nervous habit, Regina had noticed. "I've never been invited to meet anyone's parents before, I'm not sure how to act. I don't want to mess this up."
It warms Regina's heart to know her girlfriend is nervous about meeting her mother. "Sweetheart," she places her hands on the blondes slender waist, "you don't have to act, just be your wonderful self and my mother will love you."
Emma opens her mouth to respond but before she can they are startled by a catcall whistle. "Alright, blondie? Missed me?"
Regina feels Emma stiffen under her hands. "Zelena? What are you doing here? I thought you had a date tonight?"
The red head walks towards them. "I cancelled it when mother let slip about this little rendez vous. I don't know why you didn't tell me that muscles here, would be coming over." She runs her hand down the blondes arm, knowing that it will put the blonde on edge and make her sister jealous. "Are those for me?" She asks the blonde, before she plucks the bouquet of white lilies from the blondes hands.
Regina snatches them from her sister. "If you are staying for dinner, you'd better behave yourself." She sternly warns.
The red head grins wickedly and steps between them both, flinging an arm over each of their shoulders. "Dear naïve sister, we both know that isn't going to happen." She chuckles as she starts walking them both to the door.
Emma has been looking at the ground throughout their entire interaction, Zelena being there just made this a whole lot harder for her. She knows she won't be having an easy time but she would do this a thousand times over for Regina.
"Mother, we have guests." Zelena shouts as they enter the hallway.
Regina takes her lovers hand, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile before guiding her through to the kitchen where she can hear Henry telling his grandma all about his racing driver costume, as Cora sets the table.
"Hello, mother." Regina greets as they enter the kitchen.
"Hello, darling." She places the last of the cutlery down and moves from the table over to both of the women. "You must be Emma, I'm very happy to meet you, dear."
"Hello, Mrs Mills, thank you for inviting me over." She says as she holds her hand out for the older Mills.
Regina passes the flowers to Cora. "Emma got these for you, mother."
"They are beautiful, thank you." She takes the bouquet and breathes in the scent. "And please call me Cora," she adds as she takes Emma's hand in a firm but gentle clasp, offering her a warm smile.
"Where did you pick these flowers?" Zelena teasingly asks the blonde as she enters the kitchen.
Emma flushes bright red as she remembers the date night she had with Regina back at her work and how even though Regina seemed to really like the flowers, she still felt guilty that she had picked and not bought the flowers she had given the brunette.
"Pay no attention to Zelena," Cora intervenes, "I tune her out so she becomes white noise," she adds with a wink and a gentle smile. Regina had told her mother that Emma can be a bit shy and Cora knows that Zelena will take full advantage of that to tease her.
Emma smiles at the small show of solidarity she receives from Cora and it settles her a bit. Regina gives her sister a cocky smile and in return Zelena gives her the finger, making sure that her nephew doesn't see her do it. Their mother rolls her eyes at their adolescent behaviour, which she knew to expect, given her years of dealing with it.
Henry calls Emma over to sit with him and play with his car as Cora goes about getting everyone a drink. Regina is touched that her mother had bought beer specially for Emma, as it was never something the older Mills would drink. She knew Zelena must have told their mother that it was Emma's drink of choice, because she certainly hadn't told her.
The brunette sits next to Emma, Zelena and Cora sit on the opposite side of the table. They chat for a little while until the timer on the oven beeps and Cora starts serving up their dinner of mushroom wellington, served with roasted vegetables.
Cora quietly observes how happy and relaxed Regina looks and how wonderful and attentive Emma is with Henry. The blonde is incredibly patient with him, listening to everything he has to say, as always, and helping him cut his food when he looks to be struggling. She had never seen her youngest daughter look so at peace and in that moment she is eternally grateful for Emma Swan.
Even Zelena couldn't bring herself to tease Emma after seeing how the blonde would lovingly look into Regina's eyes and hang on every word she said as if it was gospel. This was exactly what she had wanted for her sister for years and she wasn't going to mess with it, no matter how much she loved teasing the blonde.
Emma completely relaxed as the evening wore on. She felt safe, seated between her two favourite people in the whole world. Cora was so sweet and accepting and even Zelena was being nice to her. The conversation flowed easily, and the stories Cora told of her daughters growing up had the blonde laughing in a way she hadn't laughed in a long time.
For dessert Cora serves up churros and chocolate sauce, one of Henry's favourite. When he sees them appear at the table he licks his lips and rubs his tummy animatedly. "Emma, you will love these. Grandma makes the best ones." He assures her.
"Mmm, they smell wonderful. Can I have yours too?" She teasingly asks.
All three women fondly watch their interaction, the pair of them seemingly unaware of anyone else around them as Emma suggests she should have them all because she's the guest and Henry argues back that he can't share his because he's a growing boy and needs to eat all of them. His mother had used that line on him on the rare occasion he had refused to eat his vegetables.
"You can have some of mommy's." He suggests whilst giggling, unwilling to give up such a delicious treat.
"No chance." Regina tells Emma as she dips one in the sauce before taking a bite. Emma was mesmerised by the way her lips sealed around the fried dough as she bit off a small piece. That should not have turned her on the way it did, especially whilst sitting at a table surrounded by the brunettes family.
They all began to eat slowly, savouring the dessert, with the exception of Henry who wolfs his down. He normally wouldn't have been allowed to eat that quickly but Regina was happily chatting away to the other women. In her periphery vision Emma could see Henry leaning in a bit closer, his eyes glued to her plate and his little tongue sticking out as he concentrated on her food. A small smile spreads across her face, the kid was too damn cute. She picked up one of the sugary sticks, dipped it into the sauce and passed it to her favourite little boy, with a wink. His face lit up and he looked at her with disbelief in his eyes.
"Thanks, Emma!" He excitedly gasped, as if she had just given him the world.
Regina gave her girlfriends hand a squeeze and lovingly looked at her, appreciating the small gesture to her son immensely. Cora and Zelena grinned at each other, sharing a look that suggested they both knew life had finally turned a corner for Regina.
After dessert they moved to the living room to have another drink as Henry happily played on the floor with his car. Emma couldn't believe how one small toy could keep a child entertained for so long. Regina sat on the couch next to Emma, curling into her side as the blonde wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple. The brunette hummed in contentment as she snuggled into her girlfriend.
"Mother, do you have a bucket?" Zelena asks seriously.
"Why, darling?" Cora asks in confusion.
"Because these too are more effective at emptying stomachs than a dose of ipecac." She states before adding a gagging noise. The older woman shakes her head, a smile gracing her lips.
Emma's cheeks heat up a little but Regina just snuggles further into her, not bothered by her sisters words.
Almost an hour later, Henry climbs onto the couch and to his mother, releasing a giant yawn and rubbing his eyes. Even though he'd had a long nap earlier, the excitement of the day and meeting Emma had finally caught up with him and he was ready for a good nights sleep. He holds around his mothers neck and buries his face into her shoulder. Her hands rest on his back, holding him too her and Emma runs a hand through his hair. To an outsider they looked like the perfect, happy family and that's exactly how it felt to both women, even if neither of the women were ready to admit it.
Once Henry began to lightly snore they decided to call it a night, Emma went to fetch their coats and after putting on her own she then helped slip Henry into his without walking him. Regina then passed her sleeping son to Emma her so she could put her coat on.
After a round of goodbyes the women started off on their walk home, Henry securely held to Emma's torso as Regina slipped her smaller hand into Emma's slightly larger one.