Emma drove quickly back to Regina's place and the pair made light conversation.
"So a draw, huh?" Emma inquired. "What does that mean?"
Regina thought about it. "Well technically we both win so, I suppose you can keep the shirt if you come to contemporary class."
Emma smiled. "Why do you want me to do that? Is it just to see me suffer?"
Regina placed a hand on Emma's knee. "Of course not! I just think it's one of those things that you grow to like. I remember when I first started, I hated it with a passion but after a few classes, I began to enjoy pushing my body to its limits and it really does wonders for coordination."
Emma laughed. "So you're saying my coordination is bad!"
"That is not what I said, Miss Swan." She retracted her hand in a bit of a huff.
"Okay. Any other reason?" Emma pushed on with her own special brand of charm.
Regina fought the smile threatening her lips. "I suppose I quite enjoy seeing you rolling around on my studio floor."
"Is that so, Madame Mills?" Emma grinned as she parked the bug outside Regina's apartment.
Regina got out and didn't look back, hoping that Emma was following her up the steps. She heard her the blonde jogging up behind her and she turned the key in the lock.
"I kinda like seeing you rolling around too." Emma stated and followed Regina into the elevator. "But that's not why I come to your classes, you know. Well, not the only reason."
Regina looked at her with wide eyes. "I should hope not!"
"Because you know, if this doesn't, you know, continue, I'd like to still be able to come to the classes without it being awkward. I really enjoy them."
Emma was asking her permission to return if they stopped sleeping together and Regina had the feeling that she wasn't likely to see the blonde again. Her heart sink a little at the thought and she cursed herself for getting too wrapped up in something she swore she'd never do. It was just sex. Just amazing, meaningless sex. She steeled her face and smiled at Emma.
"Miss Swan, I do not do awkward. I am quite capeable of separating my personal and professional life and I would not be so petty as to ban you from my class because of a few dalliances."
Emma wasn't sure if she was relieved or upset by that response. She'd probably just put her foot in her mouth big-time and ruined their evening. Regina stepped out of the elevator and turned around when she saw Emma was holding back.
"Are you coming in or not?" Regina sassed.
"Do you want me to?"
Regina wasn't too sure. Her stomach was suddenly in knots. If this was to be her last encounter with the blonde, she reasoned that she may as well make it count.
"Emma. Get over here."
Emma darted out of the elevator and into the arms of the brunette. She really was regretting bringing the topic up and was thankful that Regina seemed to be willing to overlook her faux pas. They fell against the door of the apartment in a passionate rage, each trying to gain the upper hand in their battle of tongues and dominance.
Regina dropped her bag on the floor and grabbed the blonde roughly by the arms, pulling her to the bedroom. She all but ripped the vest off the blonde and grabbed greedily at her breast not bothering to unclasp the bra in her path and instead pulling it out of the way. Emma was shocked by the intensity and returned the sentiment with equal fervour, grasping hungrily at the expanse of skin now on show. She sucked and licked a trail down to the band of Regina's tights and pulled them down to get ankles along with the woman's panties. Regina lost her balance and fell backwards onto the bed and tried frantically to kick the tights off her ankles. She managed to do so as she pulled Emma down onto the bed and flipped them over. She wanted to make this woman pay for making her feel so vunerable and out of control. She pulled off the blondes tights in one swoop and Emma reached around her own back to remove the bra that was uncomfortably fastened around her waist.
Their breathing was jagged and labored as Regina was now straddled across the blonde's naked stomach. Emma reached up and grabbed her breast, kneading it as Regina steadied herself and slid backwards, leaving her juices glistening against the blonde's pale stomach. Emma sat up, unwilling to break contact while the brunette made her descent. Regina pulled Emma by the legs to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between them. She hooked her arms up under the blonde's thighes and held her by the ass. She bit and sucked her way from the blonde's inner thighes until her mouth found it's target. She darted out a tongue and tasted the nectar she had been craving. Emma moaned and opened her legs wider. The feel of the brunette's warm mouth on her was divine and sent ripples and waves throughout her body, hardening her nipples against the cool night breeze. She ran her fingers through short brown locks and pulled the woman closer against her wet core. Regina sucked and nibbled at the hard button causing Emma's abdomen to flex in response. She traced a hand around the length of the thigh and snaked up under it. Without warning, she plunged two fingers up to her knuckles inside the blonde and began a sporadic pumping and curling causing Emma to groan and grind further into the woman's face. Regina lapped greedily, unable to quench her insatiable thirst for the woman. She moaned as she felt the tremblings of this woman coming undone above her, surrounding her, lost in this moment.
Emma arched backwards in the throws of their love making, indeed, that was what it was to her she realised as she came spectacularly and she reached for the hand of the woman who had provided her with such an emotional and sobering reality. Regina took her hand and they lay for a few moments together in sombre silence as Emma recovered from her mind bending orgasm.
'Love.' She thought as she pressed her body up and pinned her pelvis against the brunette's. 'I need to make love to this woman.' She thought as she gently traced circles around her areolas then splayed her fingers across her chest. 'I could love her.' Emma continued her ministrations as the mantra in her mind played over and over. So deeply lost was she in a meditative state, she couldn't bare to stop, even when there was nothing but soft whimpers coming from the brunette beneath her. She pulled the woman's back against her front and nibbled at her neck, ran her hands further down to Regina's sweet spot and caressed her breasts and sides as if playing a delicate instrument. The sounds she emitted more enchanting than any harp or violin could ever match. Moans filled the air as Emma increased her pressure, slowly, tauntingly. A thumb against a hardened nub and three fingers slipping in and out with the precision of a maestro. A final note played and echoed in the room. The pair, exhausted, fell into a messy chaos of arms and legs upon the bed unwilling or unable to make a sound other than gaspy breaths.
Emma had no idea how long they had stayed that way or when she had fallen asleep but when she woke up, a panic took over her. She didn't do relationships. She didn't do love and she couldn't do this. Regina stirred and Emma's heart bear fast against her ribcage. She carefully untangled herself from the brunette and dressed herself before taking a final look at the sleeping beauty and creeping out of the apartment. In the elevator, tears threatened her eyes and she blinked quickly to hold them back. She didn't know what was worse, the pain of walking away or the pain she was starting to feel in her chest whenver she looked at Regina. Either way, this had been a bad idea.