A/N: Life goals: break the fanfic sexytimes in the shower record
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Emma peeled off her sweaty clothes while Regina dead bolted the door. "You've never locked it before," she commented with curiosity rather than confusion.
Regina turned to face her and smiled in that way that read 'prepare yourself for mind-blowing and diabolical mischief.' "I don't want to entertain the possibility of an interruption."
Emma shivered in delight at the mere sound of the other woman's voice. Her body was ready for whatever Regina had in store. Emma noticed that the showers had just been meticulously cleaned; there was nary a stray hair left in the drain.
She had stripped down completely, and practically ran into the shower overly ready to wash off the grime and bad vibes from earlier in the day. She faced the wall and turned on the facet. The water was cool and clean and she reveled in the change of sensation.
Regina gave her approximately one whole interrupted minute of alone time to wash herself before she heard her clear her throat. Emma turned around standing under the stream of water as it flowed through her hair, darkening it and trickling down her back. When she rubbed the water from her eyes and opened them she was greeted to the sight of wholly naked and confident looking Regina swaggering toward her with a soapy bath sponge in one hand and a bottle of body wash in the other.
Her hand's stilled on her body and her breath caught in her throat. Her throat was tight, "New rules start now?"
Regina walked through the clouds of steam, the spray of water echoed off the walls. "You'll have to forgive me, last time you washed me, but I'm afraid I failed to return the favor."
"Oh," Emma nodded her eyes never leaving Regina's until she stole a quick glance at the soap. "I remember…"
"You probably don't know this about me, Counselor, but I do pride myself on my generous and giving spirit, and I regret that I have yet to show you the benefit of that," Regina hissed the word 'generous' as her eyes slid down Emma's wet, droplet covered skin. She took the bottle of body wash and drizzled an indeed generous amount over the tops of Emma's breasts and down over the flat slope of her belly.
Emma felt her breath speed up; she didn't quite know how to react. Naked Regina advancing on her and squirting stuff all over her kind of threw her for a loop. When she fully leaned into Emma, her breasts, stomach and legs pressing together, hot and slippery, Emma stopped trying to figure anything out. She couldn't do anything more than feel.
And feel she did: she felt Regina kiss her gentle and sweet, she felt the smooth reach of her arm around her sponging her back in a rhythmic and soothing stroke. She felt the water running over both their heads and the smelled the delicious floral scent of the soap mixed with the fresh water.
In fact, all Emma could manage to do was feel everything. She happily let her hands make their own exploration, rubbing her fingers along the sculpted juncture of Regina's hips and then searching around to grab at the firm globes of her ass. She pulled her closer, and Regina pushed her against the wall, hungry and aggressive for a moment as she tongued her mouth, and then she'd sort of back off, quite possibly remembering that she was supposed to be acting giving and generous, not possessive and needy.
But Emma didn't care how Regina wanted to give it to her. Fast, slow, hard, gentle. It all mingled together in the familiar way they teased one another sexually, but this was better. There were no shouted demands, just an eager to please Regina who varied the pace and depth of her kisses constantly to keep just ahead of Emma's want. For the time being she enjoyed being out of control, and Regina hadn't slapped her hands off of her ass so Emma went lower and used both hands on the back of Regina's upper thighs to pull her pelvis against her hard. At that Regina hummed against her lips, and so Emma's tried to get her thigh between Regina's legs so she could rock her clit against her, but Regina kept her legs glued together.
She pulled her lips away and looked into her eyes shaking her head. She kissed Emma once more and then grabbed her hip and pushed so Emma turned around and braced herself against the wall. She ached from the sudden cold that seemed to blast her front from losing contact with Regina, but soon she acquiesced to the new feeling of the bath sponge on her ass.
Regina was bending down behind her, washing her legs thoroughly and slowly. She tickled the inside of Emma's knees and rubbed up and her calves, and then dragged the soapy sponge up slowly on the inside of her legs and thighs. She gave the other leg the same treatment, but this time was she reached the very top of her inner thigh: she slowly swiped the rough sponge right between her legs, hitting all the highly sensitized pleasure points of her pussy, taking Emma by surprise.
She closed her eyes and automatically opened her legs wider, signaling that she wanted more. She heard Regina chuckle and draw away. "Don't be so greedy, Emma."
Emma sniffed and clenched her jaw, chastising herself for her body's reaction. She whipped around when she heard a new facet turn on from across the large shower stall. "The floor is clean, don't worry."
Regina was beckoning her over to the foot washing station, the shower head was positioned just a couple feet off the floor for convenience. Regina was sitting on her knees in front of it and testing the pressure and temperature.
Emma stood there dripping, aroused and confused until Regina gave her a look and patted her lap, or rather her upper thigh. Emma used a hand to swipe her heavy hair out of her face and took a few steps closer. Regina spread her legs making a little V between them and reached upwards taking Emma's hand and tugging her gently downward.
"Sit on my lap," she finally commanded. Emma still wasn't sure what game Regina was playing at, but apparently she stood there looking dumb for too long, because Regina lashed out and cracked her palm over Emma's left butt cheek. The hard slap shocked her, but she didn't feel the bite of pain. Curiously, the heat of the spanking sent shockwaves of radiating pleasure outwards in a rush making her clit and nipples tingle pleasantly and her head feel thick and dreamy.
"I'm sorry," Regina smirked, her hand was outstretched as if she was about to strike again, "I didn't mean to hit you. I couldn't help it."
She didn't sound sorry at all, but perhaps that was simply because Emma wasn't sorry that she had done it. She had to stop herself from asking for it again. Regina tugged again on her hand and this time Emma slowly lowered her backside onto Regina's lap. It was a bit awkward combined with their slippery skin, but Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's waist and hooked her chin over her shoulder, while settling her into the optimal position.
"Have you ever done this in the bath before?" Regina asked; her excitement was betraying. Emma noticed her voice was nothing more than a thin rasp. Emma couldn't speak at all, as she stared at the thick, hard stream of flowing water. She shook her head in response, and Regina purred into her neck, inhaling her skin and sucking on her pulse point.
"You're in for a treat," Regina broke away for a just a moment, informing her as if Emma didn't know that every sexual experience with Regina was 'all you can eat candy smorgasbord' treat level.
Emma arched her back in reflex as she felt Regina's hand sliding up and down her chest, rolling over her breasts, circling and pinching her nipples to the point of sharp pain, but holding Emma around the waist securely so she couldn't squirm away from it.
"Are you ready?" Regina husked out against her ear, as she manually pulled on Emma's thigh, spreading both of their legs and readjusting their positions, bringing her closer to the stream.
"K," Emma breathed out in a rush, nodding slightly, she pushed her butt down a bit, as Regina stroked between her legs testing her level of arousal. Her fingers came away positively creamy, and she chuckled in approval.
Regina peered over her shoulder, her mouth open in concentration as she strained to control both of their bodies, and bring Emma to the constant flow of water.
"I'll just do it for a moment at first so you don't get overwhelmed."
Emma started breathing shallowly; her body and her trust were fully with Regina. With another little bumble forward the stream hit Emma's mound and then Regina pulled her back against her just a tinge, while watching closely and reaching between her legs and to carefully spread her labia. The water pulsed in quick waves, showering her clit directly and Emma stiffened and gasped her body tensing at the harsh sharpness of the water. Regina pulled her away a moment later.
"Too much?" she asked carefully.
"Yeah, it was a little painful," she admitted almost embarrassed about not being able to take it, but then Regina was back to stroking her body, shifting under her, and Emma moving with her. She craned her neck and kissed her cheek. Then she moved her chin to Emma's other shoulder. "Let me try again, okay?"
Emma felt herself because indeterminately emotional at the sheer concern and gentleness she heard in Regina's voice. They were so close that a whisper sounded loud in the echoing shower stall, and the intimacy was not something Emma ever thought she would allow. She realized she trusted Regina and it actually felt comfortable. She was okay, and she repeated it. Two simple syllables: "O-kay."
Regina kissed her again, and gave her whole body a hug of the reassuring variety. Then she resumed the task at hand and guided Emma under the stream. This time she didn't spread her lower lips, the water fell strong, steady and constant, and the pressure hit Emma's clit indirectly. It was just right.
Her head lolled back on Regina's shoulder, and her body relaxed instantly. Regina shifted her knees under Emma just slightly, holding her up and under the beating water. "Mmm, that's right. There we go, hmm?"
Emma moaned a bit, getting comfortable and used to the strange, but wonderful feeling of the clean warm water rushing over her. She bucked up into it accompanied by a little shout of pleasure. She felt Regina's breath coming in shallow pants against her neck, and her mouth brimming in a smile against her skin.
"It's going to feel more intense the longer you go, dear, but don't pull away even if you don't think you can stand it, you can," Regina spoke quickly her lips against Emma's ear. She sounded enticing and dangerous. Her eyes never left the sight of Emma's splayed open body receiving the water.
Emma bucked up again, she couldn't help but churn her hips into the stream, and the water felt like it was all in and around her clit, stimulating every part of her. She realized she was being held, cradled and cared for in Regina's arms and supported by her body.
Their chests were moving and rising together in a hurried and energized pulse. Emma started to feel her heartbeat in her neck; her pulse was rushing in her ears like a drum beat. She spread her legs wider and Regina pushed her forward, reaching down to spread her and tease her hole.
"God damn it!" Emma now knew exactly the feeling Regina meant when she said it would start to get overwhelming. Her clit was being pounded, her legs were tingling with numbness, but the delicate muscles in her thighs and calves were starting to quiver. Combined with the heady constant of Regina's hands and body all in and around her, and the racing water she held her breath in anticipation.
"Go into it, don't pull away," Regina coached her through it. Her words ceased to have meaning, as the volume in her head rose in pitch and intensity and all at once with a forceful spasm she was cumming unexpectedly. She groaned out her release; her feet hit the cement so hard she was sure her heels had bruised.
The weight of her unbalanced body pushed Regina back onto the floor. Emma had the forethought to roll off of her so she wouldn't hurt her, but she didn't roll far. She was still riding out her orgasm, and her grunts of pleasure turned into a lighthearted chuckle as she fell boneless and satisfied on top of Regina. Her wet heavy hair was spread across Regina's chest as they laid their exhausted and motionless for a long moment.
Emma pushed herself up, her clit was still twitching and pulsing and she felt like as weak and limp as a wet noodle on the floor. She scrambled up Regina, where she lay in a heap; Emma dragged her mouth over her chest and across her nipples in effort to show her appreciation. She finally reached her mouth. Regina was smiling, this time not with mischief, but with bright adoration.
Emma kissed her like she meant it, and cradled Regina's neck gently in her palms, she smoothed her humidity fluffed hair behind her ears and stroked her scalp appreciatively.
They beamed at each other: speechless.