A/N: ok so perhaps there will be two more NSFW chapters. This being one of them …
"You're what?"
Emma sighed and collapsed onto the new couch in her Storybrooke manor. It was Wednesday evening and she had finally summoned up the courage to make the phone call she had needed to make since Sunday afternoon.
"I'm moving, Mom," Emma repeated.
There was a long pause. Emma could imagine her mother frowning as she stood at the kitchen sink, staring out of the window over the Pacific Ocean.
"Where to?" came the eventual question.
"Near Chicago," Emma said. "We've found this gorgeous little cottage out in the countryside. You and Dad will love it."
"We?" Mary Margaret said. "You and this mystery woman you won't tell us anything about? Is that who you're moving in with?"
"Yes, and I've told you stuff about her," Emma protested.
"Hardly," piped up David's voice, making Emma realise her parents had put her on loudspeaker without her knowledge. Seemingly they were both enjoying the view from their beachfront property. "You've told us she's called Regina and lives in Chicago and that you're madly in love with her."
"Well, what else do you want to know?" Emma asked.
"What happened between her and August, for one," Mary Margaret replied. "I spoke to Belle. She said he pushed her? Landed her in the hospital with a cut on her head? Is that why you're moving?"
"Partly," Emma admitted. "Yeah, I guess. I don't want to be around him any more, guys. And I know Regina doesn't want to be here either any more."
The brunette had never vocalised such a thing but her girlfriend also knew Emma would never have even asked her to set foot in Storybrooke again so she supposed it was something unnecessary even to speak about.
"But you love Storybrooke," David said. "Ever since you were a little girl that's been your home. You wouldn't even leave when your Mom and I did. You're really going to let a little argument with one of your oldest friends drive you away?"
"Little argument?" Emma spat, unable to keep the anger out of her voice. "He split her head open, Dad! He pushed her. He assaulted her. The only reason we're not pressing charges is because Regina still seems to think she in some way provoked him into attacking her and doesn't want to ruin his life. A sentiment I am not in agreement with, by the way. August was a complete fuc-."
"Emma!" Mary Margaret said, shocked by the language and tone of her daughter's voice. "August is your friend."
"And Regina is my girlfriend," Emma replied. "Whom he hurt. I can't forgive him, Mom. And I don't feel safe here. Neither of us do."
"You're saying you think he'd hurt Regina again?" David frowned.
"Yes," Emma said simply. "I wouldn't put it past him."
"Why?" Mary Margaret asked. "Why does he dislike Regina so much. August's usually such a gentle soul. What could this woman whom you love so much possibly have done to anger him to the point of violence?"
Emma sighed. She hadn't wanted to tell her mother and father about Regina's transgender identity over the phone. It wasn't that she had been deliberately keeping the fact from them but … well, she thought it was a conversation they should have face to face and she hadn't seen her parents in months, not since things had become serious between she and Regina. She sat up, took a sip of wine and began to tell them everything.
There were many things in life which changed once you had money, Emma was discovering. One of which was the speed of the real estate market. On Saturday morning, she sat in Dominic's office in Chicago, pen poised over the document which would officially complete the transaction of the farmhouse, less than a week after they had first visited the property. Regina sat beside her, hand resting on Emma's thigh.
"You sure?" the blonde asked, a sideways grin and a wink to the older woman.
"Shut up and sign," Regina laughed, squeezing her fingers a little.
Emma scrawled her completely illegible signature on the paper and pushed it towards Dominic as Regina's lips landed on her own. The estate agent grinned, not because of the considerable commission he had just earned but because he could tell how completely and utterly in love the couple before him was.
Fifteen minutes later, keys in hand, Emma and Regina strolled out of the estate agents and stopped dead in their tracks.
"Rain?" Regina frowned, squinting through the downpour. "Where did this come from?"
"Well, it's made of little droplets of water which fall from the sky when the -."
"Stop being so literal," Regina chuckled. "I wasn't expecting this, that's all."
"Clearly," Emma said, nodding towards the Mercedes parked on the street, the window of which was open and rain falling through onto Regina's seat.
"Shit," she groaned, dashing out across the sidewalk, opening the car door and hurling herself inside to wind up the window as fast as possible.
Emma followed, her blonde hair plastered to her head by the time she reached her own, dry seat. Regina grumbled and reached into the back to grab some plastic bags, laying them against the wet fabric before she settled down and turned the key.
"Can we drive to the cottage now?" Emma asked. "Or do you want to go back to yours first?"
"The cottage," Regina declared, eager to see the place again now it was really, truly theirs.
It may have been Emma's money which bought the property but the lease held both their names. Regina had beamed when she had seen that, her heart swelling with love for her girlfriend. The drive was shorter than they remembered, a good thing, Regina realised, as she wanted her mother and sister to visit as often as possible. By the time they drove up the puddled drive, the rain had eased to a light sprinkling and they jogged across they yard to shelter under the small porch above the front door.
"Ready?" Emma asked, dangling one of the keys in front of Regina.
Regina nodded and watched as Emma slotted the sliver of metal into the lock. It took a bit of jiggling to twist the key all the way around, the mechanism old and a little rusty, but eventually the door swung open. Both women stood rooted to the spot, staring down the dark corridor before them.
"You go first," Regina whispered.
"No, you," Emma replied.
"Why me?" Regina asked.
"I don't know," Emma shrugged. "I just thought you might want to be the first over the threshold."
Regina looked sideways at Emma and they both laughed. Holding out her hand, Emma waited until Regina's fingers were intertwined with their own.
"Together?"
Regina nodded and, after a moment's hesitation, the pair walked into the cottage hand in hand. With the door shut behind them and the hall light switched on, illuminating the space, their hands remained clasped.
"Now what?" Regina asked.
"Um, we make a cup of tea?"
"Were you British in a former life?" Regina laughed, leading the way into the kitchen. She peered out of the window through the dreary looking garden and smiled at the sight of the grey horse grazing near the fence.
"Perhaps," Emma shrugged. "I never found my birth parents, remember? Maybe there's British blood flowing through my veins."
"Well, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed," Regina said, closing a cupboard after discovering them all empty. "And do we even have teabags for that matter? Or milk?"
"Milk?" Emma frowned. "I'm not that British."
Regina laughed. Abandoning the quest for tea, Emma crossed the room and wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist.
"Welcome home," she said quietly, kissing the giggling woman's nose.
Regina sobered at once, the enormity of what had just happened settling upon her at last. This cottage, the perfect English home just half an hour from Chicago, was where she and Emma were going to live for, hopefully, a very long time.
"Welcome home," Regina repeated, her eyes sparkling with tears.
Emma ducked her head and claimed Regina's lips, a tender kiss so full of promise and love that the tears spilled over, tracing tracks down Regina's cheeks until they fell into her hair. She ignored them, rocking up onto her tiptoes to kiss Emma harder, the blonde's mouth opening at once as her tongue sought entrance. She snaked her hands around Emma's neck, her fingers toying with the soft hair at the nape. She felt Emma step closer, the blonde's front pressed against her own, their bodies almost indistinguishable. Emma's tongue began to stroke her own, chasing it back into Regina's mouth where it explored and danced and made the brunette feel quite lightheaded.
"Let's go upstairs," Emma murmured. "Celebrate properly."
"Ok," came the mumbled reply, Regina's lips still pressed against Emma's jaw where it had begun to lay a trail of light kisses.
Emma reluctantly pulled away, leading the way out of the room and up the staircase, the wooden floorboards creaking slightly underfoot. The dim grey light from the rainy day fell across the hallway through the open door of the master bedroom, beckoning the two women towards it. They went willingly, almost trancelike, until they stepped into their new room. The bed remained, one of the few pieces of furniture the former owner hadn't cleared out. When Emma sat down on it, she discovered why. The springs were digging into her ass and she shifted uncomfortably but as she saw Regina reach up to unbutton her own cardigan, she forgot about the metal prods and reached eagerly for her girlfriend.
They lay back on the bare bed, neither one caring about the lack of sheets or the discomfort. Clearly they were going to get a new bed before they moved in but it would do for the moment. Regina rolled on top of Emma, eagerly pulling of the blonde's damp jacket and t-shirt before removing her own cardigan and blouse. Emma sat up at that point, almost toppling Regina backwards but strong arms caught her, kisses landing on her neck as Emma's fingers then moved to unclasp her bra, releasing her breasts at last.
Emma's hands covered them instantly, palming the generous globes a little rougher than usual but Regina head fell back in delight, her hips rocking forwards so her erection pressed against Emma's stomach. The blonde groaned at the feeling. It had been a week since they had last (and first) had sex and Emma knew that she never wanted to go that long again.
With her teeth capturing Regina's nipple, Emma began to suck on the brunette's breast, her tongue teasing over the tortured tip as she worked, the other breast squeezed by her hand. Regina moaned passionately, her cock hardening even more at the feel of Emma's wet mouth on her breast. She scrambled blindly to remove Emma's bra as she pushed her breast further into Emma's eager mouth, desperate for anything the brunette would give her.
Knowing neither of them needed much foreplay, nor considering the bare bedroom a particularly romantic settling, Emma pulled Regina down on top of her again, lips still sealed around a pebbled nipple. Regina pushed her hips downwards as they fell, Emma's own core clenching as she felt the readiness of her girlfriend. She knew it wasn't going to be long before she got to feel Regina inside her again. And she was glad.
Eventually Emma rolled Regina over onto her back, shimmied her way down and began to work the zip down on Regina's slacks. She pulled them off quickly, stood and shed her shorts and underwear in one go. Regina propped herself up on her elbows, eyes dark with arousal as she took in the view of her girlfriend standing naked at the end of the bed, in their own bedroom. Emma smiled almost shyly as she noted the way Regina's eyes roved hungrily over her body. She liked how she looked. She knew she had a great physique. But she still felt exposed, vulnerable. In a good way though. In a way that meant she was Regina's and Regina's only to look at in such a completely open way.
As Emma began to crawl back up the bed, Regina herself pushed her boxers away, her erection springing free and bouncing slightly as it stood proud and stiff between their bodies. Emma let a finger trail up the length of it, circled the tip, before tracing back down the other side until she reached the testicles hanging beneath. She hadn't touched that part of Regina yet, being unsure if the brunette would be comfortable with Emma paying attention to such a blatantly masculine part of her body. Not that her penis wasn't male, of course. But stimulating the testicles had been unnecessary so far in their sexual activities. So she glanced up at Regina, searching for permission before she went any further. There was a brief nod.
Her hands cupped the warm skin, holding them lightly for a moment before squeezing. She could feel the two testicles, smaller than most she had experienced, shifting slightly against the scrotum. She looked up at Regina and frowned at what she saw. Regina's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth set in a grimace. Emma pulled her hand away at once.
"Sorry," she said, scrambling up to Regina and kissing her still tense lips. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. We won't do that again, ok?"
Regina nodded into the kiss, pulling Emma's naked body flush on top of hers in an attempt to erase the feeling of the blonde touching her testicles. She had always hated them, always despised that ugly sack which hung awkwardly between her legs. Her penis, perhaps, she could have lived with, especially now she knew how amazing it felt within Emma. But the testicles? No, they were too much. And feeling Emma's fingers against them had reminded her of the fact that she still wasn't a woman, no matter how much she felt like one for most of her life. Until that part of her was removed, she was a man. And she didn't want to be reminded of that. She knew that was contradictory, to want to feel her cock deep inside Emma but resent the testicles which produced her ejaculate, but she didn't care and it made sense to her. She knew her penis brought Emma pleasure, made her feel good herself. But the testicles? No, they were simply a reminder that she had been born in the wrong body.
"I love you," Emma whispered as the kiss ended. "I love you, Regina."
Regina smiled and nodded up at the blonde, knowing Emma was reassuring her that she understood what had happened. They kissed again, Emma shuffling herself above Regina's body until she was straddling the erect penis. Just as she was about to lower herself, however, Emma's eyes snapped open
"Wait," she gasped, looking at the woman below her. "Condom?"
"I don't have one," Regina replied. "Do you?"
"No," Emma sighed, climbing off Regina and rolling onto her back. "Shit."
Neither woman wanted to stop. They both wanted, needed to feel the other again. And, perhaps more importantly, in their own house for the first time. Regina thought back to all of her conversations with her doctor about her pills and her hormones, wondering.
Suddenly, she turned onto her side, fingers splayed across Emma's stomach. "Well, hang on, I'm not exactly fertile. I'm on medication which reduces my sperm count, remember?"
"But you could still get me pregnant," Emma frowned.
"I'll pull out," Regina shrugged. "People can do that, right? Pull out before they come?"
"It's not fool-proof," Emma said. "But … fuck, yeah, what the hell. I don't want to wait until we get back to your house."
She swung her leg back over Regina and in one smooth movement, took her girlfriend's penis deep inside her. Regina's shout echoed off the walls; she hadn't expected that. Emma's eyes fluttered closed, the delicious feeling of being full making her body quake with delight. She had been craving the feel of the brunette deep inside her all week. She felt Regina twitch against her walls, knowing both of them weren't going to take long to come, their emotions so intense in the moment.
"Just tell me when you're close, ok?" Emma said as she began to rock her hips slightly.
Regina nodded and bit her lip. If she thought it had felt good to be inside Emma with a condom, now it was a completely different matter. The warmth, the wetness, the tightness, were all magnified, her dick throbbing as she felt Emma's body pulsing around her. She knew she wasn't going to last long.
Emma began to move, riding Regina below her as she lifted herself up and down. Regina reached up above her head, hands wrapping around the headboard rails and gripping tightly, trying to control herself. She watched as Emma moved, breasts bouncing before her, face relaxed in pleasure, her body rising and falling around Regina's stiffness.
"Emma," Regina breathed out. "It's too good."
"No," Emma said. "It's not too good, not yet. Keep going."
Regina bit her lip and nodded. She reached down with one hand and fumbled with her thumb to find Emma's clit. The blonde was moving faster, riding harder, and she struggled as her thumb rubbed over the slippery bundle of nerves. When she hit it right, however, Emma let out a gasp of delight, moaned Regina's name, and began to move even quicker.
"Emma, I'm going to come!" Regina exclaimed, trying to push Emma off her cock before she exploded.
The blonde resisted but eventually fell to the side, turning back around at once just in time to catch the seed from Regina's penis in her mouth, sucking down every last drop of it, mixed with her own essence coating Regina's cock. The brunette lay there, groaning and gasping for air, fingers trailing through Emma's hair as she watched her girlfriend swallow her come. When at last Emma's mouth detached, she at once reached for the blonde's neglected core, rubbing furiously on her clit and brought Emma back to the brink of orgasm and then over within seconds.
They lay on the uncomfortable bed, panting and sweaty, for several minutes before either spoke. It was Regina who ended the silence.
"That was stupid," she remarked. "Amazing, but stupid."
"I know, I'm sorry," Emma said, rolling onto her stomach and looking at her girlfriend beside her. "I just … you felt so good inside me, I didn't want it to end."
"It was still stupid," Regina remarked. "And I'm not saying I wanted it to end either but an accidental pregnancy is really not what we need right now."
"Yeah, I know," Emma repeated. "It was irresponsible, I'm sorry."
"Good job I have a super low sperm count then, I suppose," Regina chuckled. "And I think I managed to push you off me before too much came out."
"You did," Emma nodded. "I felt it."
"You can feel it?" Regina asked.
"Faintly," Emma nodded. "It depends on the person but yes, sometimes I can feel when someone comes inside me."
"And I didn't?"
"No, it started just as you were pushing me off," Emma said.
"Sorry about that," Regina said.
"No, no, you did the right thing. The sensible thing," Emma laughed. "Neither of us are ready for a baby. And just to be safe, we can stop at a pharmacy on the way back to Chicago and get the morning after pill."
Emma hated packing. She had always known that. When she had moved from her bungalow she had grumbled and complained and forced Ruby to help her. But packing up Henry Mills' house had been, somehow, less unpleasant. Perhaps, she mused, it was because she was moving in with Regina and literally everything in her life had made her happy since that day the previous weekend. What she hadn't enjoyed, however, was packing up Henry's own possessions. As Emma had been the sole heir to his estate, everything had been left exactly as it had been the day he had died. And since Emma hadn't used most of the rooms, much of his possessions remained. But now the house was on the market and prospective buyers were beginning to come for viewings, Emma knew she needed to deal with some of his things.
She had packed up all his clothes easily enough, throwing them into bags and lugging them down to the local charity shop. His books and artwork she was having appraised for their value and planned to sell off or donate whatever was special and give the rest to more charity shops. She'd even organised a yard sale for his furniture, once again after an antiques dealer had come to check the value of some special pieces. Yes, Emma had made quite a dent in the job at hand. But she had also left the biggest task until last.
The stable door swung open, the odour of musty boxes spilling out into the yard. Emma stood, hands on hips, and frowned at the piles of cardboard boxes which faced her. Henry really had been a hoarder. She pulled out the first box, opened it, and picked up the file on the top. Old accounts for the business. She checked the next few and decided they were all the same. The next few boxes were also business related. Moving a little further inside, she found a few paintings and items of furniture Henry had decided not to put in the house along with stacks and stacks of more boxes. One held bank statements going back to 1972, another contained receipts from the year 1985.
"Seriously, Henry?" Emma scowled as she closed the lid of the box and pushed it towards the 'dump' pile.
Turning back to the stable, she reached for the next box. This one, unlike the others, had been taped shut. Reaching for the penknife she had in her pocket, Emma cut a slit and opened the lid. Inside were piles and piles of letters, all sealed and addressed, and all to the same person. Emma let her finger trace over the name inked on the front and sighed.
"Shit."
A/N: oh yeah, the conclusion on the cliffhangers was that you don't hate them or me when I write them, you just like to complain. So … complain away!