a/n: not one of my finest chapters considering I wrote this in like an hour and it's up without proof reading but hey, it's got cute emma/henry and sexy times so...what more do y'all want? :D
I FEEL LIKE IT'S A BIT RUSHED, I'M SORRY.
Emma x ( .com)
"Shortie got those apple bottom jeans…jeans, boots with the fur, with the fur,"
I sang ridiculously out of key while I cooked dinner. It must have sucked to be Henry right now because he was bed-bound. Ha. I flicked the volume of the song up higher on my iPhone and jutted out my hips, readying myself for a serious round of twerking.
"Mum!"
I dismissed Henry muffled complaining and stuck my tongue out for some ass shaking,
"She turned around and gave that big booty a smack, ay!" I threw my hands up happily, "she hit the floor… she hit the floor,"
It was like being back in the strip club all over again.
"Next thing you know…shortie gat…"
Suddenly the song was cut short but that didn't stop me from singing the last little bit, "shortie got low, low, low, low, low, low, low…low,"
"Mum!"
"What!"
I glanced over to my phone to see Henry holding it, wrapped up in a blanket, glaring at me, "oh, hey kid,"
"Mum," his eyes were slits.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat and leaned back against the counter like I hadn't just done some kick ass twerking that would make Maine's finest exotic dancer jealous…possible slight overreaction there but nonetheless. He motioned his chin towards the cooker,
"Dinner's burning,"
Ah yes, the sweet stench of overcooked eggs.
"Shit," I launched myself forward and frowned at the blackened mix.
"If you had listened to me instead of attempting to twerk, I would've told you that it was burning,"
Jesus, Henry was turning into a little male version of Regina. I'll only worry when he starts calling me 'dear'.
"Ah, right," I prodded the eggs and deemed them inappropriate for human consumption. I lifted the pan off the cooker and smiled as I offered the goo to my son,
"Mm, nutritious…" I waggled my eyebrows at him and jiggled the pan so the eggs shook like they were frightened. Henry shook his head and opened the second drawer to reveal my not so secret horde of takeout menus. He picked them up and splayed them out on the counter.
"Indian…Chinese…Pizza…Kebabs…" he picked each one up and showed them to me as my phone pinged, signalling a text message. Yay, someone loved me. I scooped up the phone and of course the text from Regina.
'Hi dear, just wondering if Henry was feeling any better x'
Was that a kiss at the end? I brought the phone closer to my eyes. Yes, a definite kiss. Success, we have reached a new relationship milestone.
"Is that Ms Mills?" Henry searched the fridge for some kind of snack food.
"How'd you know?" my fingers danced over the screen, trying to figure out a witty comeback.
"You're smiling like an idiot," Damn.
"She's wondering how you are," I tapped away, my thumbs flying.
"Tell her I'm dying from hunger,"
"Can do,"
'I almost killed him with my cooking so I think he was in better condition before dinner'
I grinned at my intelligent and witty reply and showed it to Henry. The message came up as 'seen' and the little loading reply box popped up. Shit that was quick.
'Why does that not surprise me Ms Swan?'
'Excuse me, you survived my dinner…' Message Seen,
'If I remember correctly, you burnt the vegetables and I actually made dinner.'
Oh fuck, that's right.
'Oh yeah…'
I could almost hear the sigh that Regina would be exhaling at this point as the reply box bopped away.
"Indian…?" Henry asked hopefully. I peeled my eyes off the screen,
"Huh, what…oh right, hold on," I waved my hand at him feebly as he sighed and rolled his eyes.
'If you can keep your son alive for the next twenty minutes, I will grace you with the best chicken soup that has ever existed'
My stomach exploded with butterflies. Holy shit Regina was coming here. Hell yeah and hell no.
"How'd you feel about chicken soup…it's meant to be good for sickness and stuff," my voice cracked violently at the end.
Henry eyed me suspiciously, "why?"
"Uh, Regina has some and would like to come over,"
Henry shrugged, "yeah sure, why not". The son approves.
'I have kept him alive for the past thirteen years, I'm sure I can do another twenty minutes'
Boom, sassy Swan strikes again.
'Don't jinx yourself dear. See you in twenty'
Henry had said it was comical the way I threw my phone onto the couch, huddled over the small coffee table and sprinted into my bedroom, tearing off my sweatpants and ratty tank top as I went. It was sheer desperation.
I yanked a comb through my curls and ripped apart my dresser for my navy silk pyjama bottoms, push up bra and that frilly grey singlet I bought on a whim in a sale. I donned the entire outfit and applied some chap stick because fuck kissing Regina Mills with chapped lips.
"Whoa Mum…" Henry grinned at me as I padded out into the kitchen, fluffing my hair down over my boobs just so I don't frighten the kid.
"Got to dress to impress, hey?" I did a quick once over of the kitchen and lounge room and reasoned it okay for Regina.
There was a blinding light outside and I almost shat myself. She was here. Regina was here.
"Henry, for god sake, act like you're dying," I squeaked, ushering him into the lounge room and pushing him down into the couch, throwing a pile of blankets on him before he could retaliate. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I skidded into the kitchen and straightened things up before there was a soft knock at the door. Let's do this. Come on, I just twerked proudly to Apple Bottom Jeans.
I whipped open the door just as Regina was about to knock again.
"Hey!" I said maybe a tad bit too enthusiastically. She raised an eyebrow to me and I let myself check her out; tight jeans, killer heels and a red blouse with her tits poking ever so slightly out. Hell yeah.
"Good evening dear," Her hungry eyes stopped at my excellent cleavage and I noticed a small weekend bag hanging at her side. Someone was going to get laid tonight, and that someone was me.
"Come in, come in," I waved my hand at her and Henry coughed extraordinarily loudly to notify Regina of his presence.
Regina moved more cautiously, keeping her eyes trained on the breathing lump on the couch.
"...And you'll notice on the left, a rare species of teenager called 'dying from the cold'" I cleared my throat and prodded Henry harshly in what I assumed was his arm.
"Ow!"
"Say hello to Regina, you little shit," Regina smiled at my term of endearment.
"Hi Ms Mills," he chirped,
"Hello Henry, I heard you weren't feeling good so I brought over some chicken soup for you,"
"Oh, uh, thanks Ms Mills,"
Clearly Henry was out of his comfort zone so he pulled the blanket higher up to his chin and snuggled harder into his pillow.
"They don't call him charming for nothing," I sighed as we ventured into the kitchen. I turned my back briefly to Regina to get some kind of dish for the soup and I felt her warm hands on my stomach and her breath on the back of my neck.
"Ms Swan, I was worried for a second that Henry may have answered the door so I acted as reserved as I could,"
We went from talking about how charming Henry was to suddenly this. I liked it.
"And how'd that go?"
"I wanted to fuck you the moment that door flew open I saw how flushed your cheeks were and how your breasts heaved," it was like creative dirty talk and Christ, it worked. I felt one of her hands glide up to cup one of my boobs and the other flitted down to the hem of my trousers, tugging at the drawstring.
"Well, I…" Regina ran her tongue over the shell of my ear and good Lord, I would have slammed her back into the pantry door and had her right there if it wasn't for the small fact my son was a few metres away. The very same tongue licked my earlobe and trailed down the back of my neck before teeth nipped at my skin and it soothed it. Just as I let out a little whimper, Regina unwrapped herself off of me and popped her bag up on the counter like nothing happened. Fuck, okay, I see how this night is going down. She wasn't going to do anything while my son was up and about, so it was definitely time to whip out the sneaky Swan charm.
She pulled out a portable soup container and a bottle of what looked like liquid aspirin. I rubbed myself up against her back and felt her chest tighten as I left a kiss on her shoulder.
"You know I am fully capable of giving Henry aspirin right?" I quipped as she checked the temperature on the soup. I reached down in between us and squeezed one of her butt cheeks. Regina flinched slightly, but not enough. I lowered my hand ever so slightly until my fingers were practically in between both butt cheeks and I squeezed again. She yelped as my fingers made contact with her rather well heated core. She cleared her throat as if she was completely unperturbed by it.
"Mm, of course my dear, but you don't have this," She swapped me the aspirin for the bowl I held. I pulled away and attempted to read the label but to no avail.
"What is this shit? Is it even legal?" I frowned at the woman. There was no way in hell I was feeding this to my kid if I didn't even what the hell it was.
"Hush Emma, it's an organic mixture that my father created,"
"Uh huh, organic…" I sneered but Regina looked at me blankly,
"For the record, my father is a well-known Naturopath in Puerto Rico and supplied me with this while I was over there and happen fall ill,"
"Oh," now I seemed like a total bastard, "you're Puerto Rican?"
"Half," she emptied the contents of the container into the bowl and I was hit with the heavenly smell of roasted chicken.
"Can you speak…like, Puerto Rican?" Fuck if I knew what they spoke. They could speak English for all I knew.
Regina deadpanned and rolled her eyes,
"Los puertorriquenos hablan espanol que adorable idiota, Puerto Rican's speak Spanish you adorable moron,"
I stared at her wide eyed. That was hot as fuck. Fuck French.
"Okay, I heard the word 'idiot' and 'Spanish' so clearly you speak Spanish in Puerto Rico and you called me an idiot,"
"I called you an adorable idiot but well done Ms Swan," Regina replied sarcastically as she popped a spoon into the bowl.
"Time to feed your son; hopefully that'll keep him entertained for the next, hmm, I don't know, fifteen minutes…" she looked me up and down, "and who knows what I'm capable of doing in fifteen minutes dear,"
Regina left me hot and flustered inside my own kitchen. She was a force to be reckoned with.
"Here we are Henry, one big bowl of steaming hot chicken soup," Regina cooed and there was loud plonk as she put it on the coffee table.
"Cheers Ms Mills,"
Regina's heels clicked loudly on the tiled floors and she entered the kitchen and stared at me like she hadn't had sex in four years.
"Regina, I,"
The damn woman shut me up with her lips. They were hungry and angry and holy fuck, desperate. I tried to push her up against the pantry but clearly, she had different ideas. She waggled her forefinger in front of my face and guided me backwards until my butt hit the edge of the counter.
"Regina, Henry can see us," I whispered as her fingers pulled at the hem of my silk trousers.
"Oh no dear, he can see your back but he will not be seeing what I do," Regina kissed her way down my neck and yanked up my singlet to kiss my flat stomach. Fuck, fuck, oh no, oh fuck. The brunette squatted and kneaded the skin of my thighs as I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth,
"Your job is to make sure I don't get interrupted because heaven forbid, we scar your child,"
Sex in that French lingerie shop was risqué but this was on a whole new level. My son was in the next room and before I could even raise a complaint, Regina pulled my pants down around my knees and buried her face into the apex of my thighs.
Jesus Christ her tongue was the reincarnation of the devil and I was sinning like a motherfucker. I glanced down and wished I hadn't because Regina's eyes were big, brown and way too innocent for the lewd act she was bestowing upon me.
I flung my head back as her tongue hit a rather sweet spot and I had to muster all my self-control to not cry out. I rested myself back on my elbows as Regina settled herself down on her butt. Casual kitchen sex, fuck yeah.
"Mum?"
Oh god, I was in heaven.
"Mum!"
"Y-yeah," oh shit. I watched Henry move about and stand up. Oh no. I patted furiously at Regina's hands that held my thighs apart but she didn't stop. I somehow twisted my body so it looked like I was leaning forwards on the counter as Henry approached. My face must have been a flustered sight.
"Uh are you okay Mum?"
"Yep, yep, definitely, I'm fine," I squeaked as Regina rearranged herself to suit the new situation. Henry narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he went to step around into the kitchen.
"Stop," I screamed. I wasn't sure if it was aimed at Henry or Regina or hell, both.
"Don't come in here Henry," I gasped as Regina sucked hard on my clit.
"Why?"
"Because…because," because Regina was fucking me right now, Jesus, what was I meant to say? "Uh, Regina spilt some soup in here and I don't want you to slip,"
Smooth one Swan.
"Oh, okay, um, can I at least get some ice cream?"
"No, no, that's," fuck Regina stuck a finger inside of me and I gasped and fell heavily forwards onto the counter, "that's not a good idea, you're sick, here,"
Henry stared at me as I grasped weakly at the bottle of Regina's magical potion thing and handed it to him, "Take…take, uh, a swig and go lie back down," Regina added another finger and I was slowly losing the plot as my son sniffed the concoction before sculling a gulp of it. Henry smiled and ambled back to the couch as I practically collapsed my whole weight onto Regina's face. She groaned into me as I came closer to the edge.
"Do it, Emma,"
"I can't…I mustn't…my son…"
Regina leaned over and snatched the tea towel from the oven door and shoved up in the direction of my mouth; all without removing her mouth from my centre,
"Bite on it and come for me dear,"
I jammed the towel into my mouth and almost choked on the taste of dishwashing liquid, old food and dirty water.
"Do it now, Ms Swan…"
I chucked my head back as her mouth covered my entire wet pussy. Regina's fingernails scraped up on my tender thighs as she finished me off, licking my juices from my tender skin.
"You're a fucking goddess Regina," I gasped as Regina stood up, smiling and wiping the last remnants of me off her lips.
"What Mum?" Henry called from the lounge room.
"Nothing kid, go back to your movie…"
a/n: do i apologise for this chapter? i have no idea what to think, seriously...
reviews would be delightful :D xo y'all fab