I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
I'M BACK BITCHES!
25.
She groaned painfully when she was smacked against the wall. "Emma-"
"Oh, yeah, say my name," Emma grunted against her neck, reaching for the back of her knee and lifting her leg around her hip. She removed Regina's shoe and threw it over her shoulder, and then repeated it with the other leg. The second shoe hit the front door and fell down loudly against the hardwood floor.
They made it past the entrance hall, lips clashing into a stubborn battle for dominance.
"Emma-"
"Yeah?"
Regina grabbed her wrist and guided her hand under her skirt again. "Stop teasing me," she growled huskily. Regina was the only person Emma knew who could sound bossy and needy at the same time.
She angled her hand and let out a shaky breath when her middle finger was sandwiched between slick, hot folds. Regina dug her fingernails into her shoulders, her left foot going sensually up the length of Emma's leg until she was straddling her right hip, bucking against her finger.
"Jesus Christ," Emma breathed, stopping her ministrations as she lifted Regina's other leg and carried her to the TV room clasped around her waist. She pushed the coffee table to the corner with her foot, making the fluffy rug crumple around it.
She placed Regina down on the floor as gently as she could, but lately the brunette had been all green lights about some rough playing, and if it was anything to go by, the submissive look of despair on Regina's face meant she didn't mind at all the smacking against flat surfaces.
Regina was incredibly more turned on with the rude treatment. Emma cursed under her breath as she pushed her skirt up. Regina instantly parted her thighs, and Emma cursed again as she looked down at her.
"Fuck, you're so wet-"
On her knees, Emma ripped off the shirt she stole it from Granny's laundry room, and threw it away impatiently. She let Regina take her in for a second, on a black bra and with the spangle tie still hanging around her neck. Then her deft fingers moved to the flyer of her jeans even more impatiently, and she pulled her pants down, underwear and all, somewhere around her knees and ankles.
She lowered herself between Regina's legs and thrusted her hip forward, rubbing herself against the brunette. There was a cracked moan, and she didn't know which one of them let that out.
Regina crossed her ankles around her ass and pressed her harder against her, and as she thrusted more and more frenetically, she realized that her knees and elbows and hands were scratching really bad against the wooden tiles.
Regina cried as she squeezed her shoulders. "Yes, fuck me like that, you… you…"
"What?" she growled.
"You… barbaric…"
"Yes-"
"Animal-"
"Yes-"
Emma Swan was incredibly aware that the lack of pain was probably because she was inebriated, but some part of her brain was incredibly sober after all the alcohol consumption, just like the night she got Regina pregnant.
She set her humping to a fast pace, and when Regina grabbed her hair and kissed her, moaning against her lips, muttering sweet nothings in a barely audible whisper…
"Oh dear God," Emma shuddered, orgasming violently, completely taken aback with how fast that happened.
"Are you okay?" Regina chuckled softly, taking her earlobe between her teeth as she caressed the back of Emma's head.
"Shit fuck," she gasped, breathing hard against the side of Regina's face, closing her eyes as she took in her scent, and sweat rolled down her temples. "I'm sorry-"
"For what?" Regina inquired in a slightly strangled voice, supporting all of Emma's weight on top of her as the blonde went limp. "I'm… flattered."
"Are you?" Emma grunted, pushing herself up with both hands on the floor. She looked down at Regina, and she actually felt her cheeks burn. She never came this fast like an out of control teenager just by rubbing herself against someone.
And the look Regina gave her… It made her feel that it was all right. That she was supposed to come any way her body wanted.
"What is it, huh?" the blonde mumbled. "Need anything?"
"Yes," Regina pleaded. "Yes. Now-"
She was feeling pretty bold for someone who came in seven seconds. "Say it."
"Asshole-"
Emma's eyes went dark as her breath hitched on her throat.
"You want me to fuck your-?"
"You are an asshole," Regina grumbled. "Do whatever you want, but fuck me. Hard. Fast. Right now."
Emma looked down at her, her mouth hanging open. Was it possible to have an orgasm in the air? Just by hearing a few words? Because that was exactly what she felt as a hot wave of pleasure hit her stomach and rolled down her abdomen. Again.
She was shaking a little, and before Regina could ask, Emma had pushed her against a footstool, chest pressed against the leather material, hands holding her upper arms forcefully.
The pressure was gone, and as fingers crawled their way between her legs from behind, hot breaths licked her ear. Her head was pulled back by the hair, and she whimpered when she was penetrated at the same time that a taut abdomen pressed against her butt cheeks, spreading them open slightly.
"Oh… Yes… Yes… Yesss…"
Her words punctuated every stroke when the tip of Emma's middle finger hit the right spot.
The blonde bent over her, her upper body pressed on her back and her chin on her shoulder as she breathed hard against the side of her head next to her ear.
"More?" she whispered.
"More," Regina nodded.
She moaned when another finger was added, and then the hand pulling her hair came down to her ass cheeks to play as well. Very stealthily, Emma coated the fingers of her left hand with all the wetness that greeted and welcomed her between Regina's legs.
And for a second Regina had expected stimulation on her throbbing clit, but what actually happened made her gasp – more out of surprise than anything, but Emma's sharp breath and the sudden halt on her movements made Regina realize that the blonde thought she was in pain.
"Keep going," she breathed in reassurance. "Don't be gentle."
That did it.
Emma had planned to make love to her that night, even after they were tricked by their friends. But hell, her sex plans barely worked out anyway. Her body was enveloping Regina's like a blanket. Her fingers impaling her in the front and in the back. Regina's moans sounded raw, primitive, much like the way their bodies tangled, and the way Emma's hands and hips moved, and the way their skins smacked against each other.
Regina felt a sob burst from her chest when she could no longer stand all the pleasure.
It was new, but it was familiar.
As if Emma was meant to do that all this time.
To shatter her body with earthshaking orgasms, to drag her to hell and heaven and then back.
In the last second before Regina reached her peak, Emma's name came out of her lips in the form of a silent cry and a shudder.
She went limp underneath the weight of her Sheriff, and she was sobbing without realizing it. She could hear Emma muttering things, and kissing her back, and sliding all her fingers out…
"Are you okay?" the blonde breathed in the shell of her ear.
Regina shuddered again, and her words came out unintelligible. Emma drew back and pulled the brunette with her on the floor. She held her, loving the shaking mess that she turned her powerful mayor into.
"Bed?" Emma asked softly.
"No," Regina grumbled against her chest. "Here."
Emma chuckled as she planted a kiss on her temple. "We're not teenagers, baby. This gonna hurt in the morning."
"I don't mind," Regina whispered. "Let's stay."
Emma smiled sleepily. "Sure, sweetie… Whatever you want…"
XXX
Fucking.
Damn.
BIRDS.
They were shrieking and tweeting inside her brain, which was already pounding against her skull.
And could someone turn the FUCKING sun off?
She stirred and OH GOD THE PAIN!
"Fuck," Emma half hissed half whined as she moved her limbs tentatively, the hard surface of the floor reminding her sore back and all of her bones that she was not fifteen anymore, and thinking she did was really, really stupid.
"Stop. Moving," Regina snarled, sounding like a pouting child instead of the mighty mayor.
"It hurts," Emma complained, not even trying to reach out for Regina, lying flat on her back with her eyes closed.
"Whose fault is that?"
"Uh… Yours?"
"Are you seriously going there, Emma Swan?"
Emma sighed.
"No, dear."
Regina huffed. "I didn't think so."
After what felt like a year, Emma peeked their naked bodies though heavy eyelids. The skin of her knees were burning with scratches, and her wrists and elbows were hurting like a bitch. Regina wasn't doing much better. She bore hand and teeth marks that Emma didn't recall giving her.
Hell, she didn't recall coming back home last night, but by the trail of clothes all the way from the front door gave her a pretty head start on how they ended up on the floor of the TV room.
Regina hustled next to her, cringing slightly when something sharp poked her on the back.
"What is this?"
Emma looked sideways and felt the knot on her throat pass the spangle tie lace and go down to her stomach. Regina was holding the pen August gave her, watching herself get dressed, and then get naked, over and over again.
"Uh."
"Who gave you this?"
"Are you going to kill them?"
"No?"
"Be serious."
"That's very rich coming from the woman who has one of this."
"Isn't it kinda… flattering?" Emma asked tentatively.
Regina just huffed again, rolling slightly to the side to accommodate her body against Emma's.
"You need to feed me," she mumbled on Emma's shoulder. "And carry me to bed."
Emma reached for the closest cellphone and dialed Granny's number, praying that half the town was not as hammered as they were.
"Granny's."
Emma chuckled in relief. "Ruby. Please. Bring food. And coffee."
She heard the smirk on her voice. "Well, if it's not Miss Swanshine gracing us with her presence at… three fourteen. Pm. We thought you guys were dead."
"We barely made it alive. Please. Food," Emma whined, not even bothering to be shocked that they had slept on the floor until past noon.
"On the way."
"Thanks, Rubes."
"That minx stole you from me last night," Regina muttered, eyes still closed as Emma grunted her way to a sitting position.
"But I came back for you," Emma argued, snapping her bones back into place.
"You did," Regina smiled with a sigh, and then she opened her eyes and looked up at the blonde. "I was serious about you carrying me up. I can't walk, and that's your fault."
Emma was about to protest, but then realization downed upon her face. Oh.
"That bad?"
"Why do you look so smug about it?"
Emma bent over and whispered in her ear. "Because I fucked your ass and now you're sore. My job here is done."
"You job barely began, you savage. Help me up-"
Emma chuckled at the half-hearted insults. She cringed as she stood up and brought Regina's additional weight with her. Then, against her seared muscles' best judgement, she lifted the brunette on her shoulder and actually carried her upstairs.
"Oh I remember that," Regina chuckled as they approached the door. "You brought me back home like this."
"Yep," Emma grunted, feeling her shoulder muscles scream in pain as she took the final steps until she plopped Regina down the bed. "Oh God, I'm going to die-"
"Don't you dare," Regina muttered, pulling the covers over her body as she immediately closed her eyes after groaning in pleasure with the comfort.
Emma grinned down at her, pulling a large flannel from one of the chairs and throwing it over her shoulders.
"I'll be back with food."
"And ibuprofen."
"And anything else you ask."
"Really?" Regina cocked a brow, looking sleepily amused.
Emma shrugged, throwing the itchy spangle tie away. "At this point, you still have a doubt?"
Here Regina smiled, a genuine smile that made her look years younger. "Not a single one, dear."
XXX
"Holy shit," Ruby chuckled as she took in the sight of Emma Swan once she swung the door open. She was shocked and annoyingly amused.
Her blonde hair was wilder than in rainy days, tangled in several spots, and despite the navy blue flannel covering most of her upper body, her severely bruised knees were out for anyone to see.
"Wow," she added, checking all the clothes on the floor behind Emma.
The blonde kicked one of Regina's shoes to the side and grabbed the paper bags.
"You can mock later," she grunted. "Thanks. And sorry 'bout that," she added as she slammed the door shut on Ruby's face.
"Where's my tip, you cheap ass?" Ruby yelled.
"Later," Emma yelled back, grabbing the bottle of ibuprofen in the kitchen highest cabinet and making her painful way back upstairs.
When she entered their bedroom, Regina was sitting, resting against the headboard, holding a phone against her ear.
Emma frowned, and Regina called her forward to join her in bed. She put the call on speaker, and Emma recognized the voices of her parents, Henry and the gurgling noises from Charlie and Emmett.
"Hey guys," she smiled automatically.
"I was just telling Regina you should take a day off… parenting. We'll take care of all of them," Snow said. "You probably want to rest after last night."
"Hell yeah," Emma barked with an amused chuckle, earning a death glare from Regina. "I mean, we had a great night's sleep, and it would be cool to, you know, have a great afternoon's sleep, too…" her voice trailed off as she placed a Band-Aid on her scratched wrist. "Shit, this is painful."
"Well, thank you, dear. I think we should take the offer," she said, eyeing Emma's naked form with a sudden look of hunger that had nothing to do with food. "Are you sure you can handle all three of them in addition to Neal and your husband?"
"I'm sure. Just relax and enjoy."
"Thanks, mom," Emma called out as she noticed the way Regina's eyes seemed to darken as they followed her movements. "So, on that note… Wanna make more babies?"
"I'm still on the line!" Snow screeched.
"Oh my God-"
"Emma!" Regina groaned, hanging up the phone, and then laughing. "She was traumatized enough last night, poor thing."
"Why?" Emma asked, sitting on the bed and passing Regina half of the food Ruby brought.
"I'll just let you know that your cardboard version was used for a game and your mother didn't like you being treated like a piece of sexy meat."
"Really?" Emma grinned. "Well, I'm flattered. So…" she wiggled her eyebrows. "Want to keep treating me like a piece of sexy meat?"
"I can't take anymore fingers anywhere, Emma-"
"What about… tongue?"
Regina let out a shaky breath. "What's the hurry in making more babies anyway?"
Emma's lips curved into a wolfish grin. "My thoughts exactly, Madam Mayor..."
XXX
It was almost night time when they were finally satiated and deliciously spent inside the bathtub, Regina sitting between Emma's thighs, her back against her chest. The water was warm, they had used oils and infusions to relax their sore muscles, and they had just finished the rest of the feast Ruby had brought earlier.
"You were serious when you said that?" Regina's quiet voice rumbled against Emma's ribcage.
"When I said what, honey?" Emma asked, resting her chin on her right shoulder.
A beat.
"About making more… babies."
Emma chuckled. "I enjoy the making and all our kids are awesome. So… Why not?"
She felt the hesitation when Regina shifted her body ever so slight against hers.
"Okay, Mills," she kissed the curve of her neck. "What is actually troubling you?"
"I had no idea you could get me pregnant. We had no idea we could make that happen. I still have no idea how we made it. What if… What if doesn't work anymore? What if that was a one-time thing?"
"If it doesn't work, we still have a wedding to plan, a honeymoon to attend and a lifetime of worrying about three Swan-Mills brats. Three is a good number too."
Emma felt her smile while her body relaxed again.
"Aren't you curious? About how we made that?"
Emma sighed, combing her fingers through wet, black tresses. "I think our hearts know what we want before we know it."
"You are such a romantic for an asshole."
"Yeah, wait until you stop walking funny," Emma snorted. "Your ass is mine now, Mills."
Regina rolled her eyes and grinned.
If only she knew that could make her feel those things before…
Her ass would have been Emma's a lot sooner.
But of course she didn't tell her that.