"Ow! what a monsta
What a night
What a lover
What a fight
Big black monsoon
Take me with you!" -PJ Harvey "Meet Ze Monsta"
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It felt like a strange erotic dream: where Regina didn't really have a body, she existed only as energy, but it was also hyper real. The shower wasn't meant for this sort of activity, but Regina was never going to be able to take a shower again without thinking about how her body felt with Emma's hands on her, how the heat and rush of pleasure overtook her.
How currently, she was bent over, holding onto her own ankles as Emma, held her waist with one hand and the other energetically fucked her from behind. Water crashed down on her back, and the relentless fucking was starting to feel overwhelming after her first orgasm, but Emma was not letting her wiggle away.
"You're okay…you can take it… your ass is like… gawd," Emma commented as she continued to finger blast her with soapy fingers. Regina shocked when an orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, she hadn't expected it and the pleasure was almost painful in intensity.
The whole thing was so intense, wonderfully intense. Her emotions were heightened she was doing something completely new and foreign, and to think all she had wanted was a simple lap dance. It came down to so, so much more. The more she got the more she wanted.
"I can't believe I'm fucking my hot English teacher..." Emma sounded stoked, and Regina couldn't wipe the post-orgasmic smile off her face. Her body was still shaking. She was probably in shock, as Emma gently washed her hair, massaging sweet-smelling shampoo into her scalp, and rinsing it out.
"Don't you hate when your hair gets wet, but you don't put conditioner in it so it dries all scraggly?"
Regina just nodded, dazed and blissed out. Emma got them both a towel to dry off with, and helped her back down the hallway and into the bedroom. She pulled out a big, soft fuzzy robe so when she was dry she could wrap up in warmth, fuzz and safety.
"You're going to stay, right?" Emma asked hesitantly. "I mean it's late…and I want you to."
Regina had no intention of going anywhere but falling straight into Emma's bed. She just wanted to return the favor (if that's what it would be called,) – the hot sexual favor.
"Hmm mmm," Regina muttered half asleep. She glanced at the clock on the night stand: 330AM.
"Lay down, get comfy…" Emma finished toweling herself off, then just chucked the towel off. "I'll be right back." Regina could do nothing but watch as she left the room completely naked.
This was perfect, well worth the awkwardness of dressing up like a stripper and running into her mother. Emma was all the things that Regina was lacking, and the sex had been so open and connecting and hot. She had never had an orgasm with a partner before. Emma had brought her to the edge before she'd even touched her and brought her over it in spectacular fashion- twice!
Before she had a chance to process further, Emma returned- naked- with a bottle of water and a little plate of fruit. She offered Regina a big smile, and playfully tugged on the belt of her robe to loosen it. "Come on, can't you keep your boobs out at least?"
Regina chuckled, and pulled the robe open, watching Emma's face carefully, as she reached forward and accepted the water. For someone so young, she was very generous and thoughtful of Regina's needs.
Emma hopped into bed, with a bounce that knocked them together in the middle of it.
Things seemed to get serious when they were pressed up against each other: Emma naked and Regina barely covered. Both their faces washed clean of makeup, and the eerie quiet of the apartment stretching out the moment into something big.
"Okay…so I know you don't have like experience with women, and that's totally cool- it was an honor for me to…you know. So I'm just gonna… get myself off cause I'm kinda dying here so if you want to sleep…or watch?" Her rambling, nervous little monologue was adorable and hard for Regina to hear. She wanted nothing more than to make Emma feel as good as she'd made her feel- she also really wanted to watch.
Suddenly, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind.
Emma glanced at her again, and sniffed nervously, Regina was staring at her body. It was nice to feel like she could without any other pretense. Emma had to be used to it, given her profession, but she seemed almost shy as she settled back onto the pillows and shifted the comforter over her legs. Regina turned on her side to face her, words forming on the tip of her tongue, but then falling short. Emma wedged her fingers between her legs and clamped her thighs shut around them.
Regina couldn't see and that wouldn't do. She tentatively reached for Emma's thigh, smacking it gently to give her the hint to open up. Regina was a teacher, and if she had one pet peeve it was a student who didn't pay attention and took sloppy notes. So if she was going to learn what Emma liked in bed, she was damn well going to be very, very close attention.