Author Note: I was feeling fluffy. There is smut in this chapter, but it ends abruptly because Emma has bad timing. Since I know some of you don't like it, there is magic!cock, which is also in part why I ended it there. If you want the smut continued next chapter, that's what it'll be, if you don't, I'll skip it and gloss over the conversation that follows.
With a loud crash and shriek of laughter, Emma tore from the garden with Marie hot on her heels. Hand to her chest, Regina swallowed and stuck her head around the gate where she'd almost been trampled to death, and gave an exasperated roll of her eyes. Emma on her own was a disaster, but with a six year old in tow, the woman was an utter nightmare.
A nightmare she loved, but a nightmare still.
For the third time that afternoon, Regina waved her hand and as the shattered remains of the vase beside the fountain pieced themselves back together, she tilted her head back and offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she hadn't had to go through this with Henry.
The thought of Emma being there to encourage their son to get in even more trouble than he had at that age was literally the worst thing she could ever imagine, and today was forcing her to imagine it more often than she'd like. Henry had possessed a nasty habit of climbing everything, from the drapes in the den, to the branches of her apple tree, and never did he survive his attempts unscathed. The day she'd spotted him up on the roof of the garage had almost given her a heart attack.
With her temper and Emma's child-like nature, their children were going to end up being little monsters.
"Emma Marie Swan," she shouted, throwing her voice with a little help from magic. Oh how she loved having that middle name; it made voicing her displeasure with the blonde a thousand times easier.
In the distance, Emma skidded to a stop before being taken to the ground in a flurry of limbs and high-pitched giggles. Regina smiled despite herself, walking to where the two children sprawled across the grass, trading pokes back and forth to each others ribs while laughing the entire time.
As she came to stand at their feet, arms folded and staring down at them with what she hoped was a look of condemnation, Emma pouted knowingly up at her. They were left to themselves for all of ten minutes and what had once been an adorable little girl dressed in a pretty white dress, was now a bedraggled terror with a giant, toothy smile that seemed permanently attached to her face, and all manner of stains and tears adorning her clothes.
With leaves in her hair and her outfit just as filthy as the child's next to her, Emma wasn't fairing much better.
"What do the both of you have to say for yourselves?" Emma and Marie exchanged the universal look of uh oh before two sets of eyes fell to her, bright and wide, and entirely too cute. Regina would not be swayed. "Well?"
"Come on, aunt 'gina." Marie whined, those big blue eyes somehow growing even wider.
"Yeah, aunt 'gina," Emma echoed. "Come on," she said as Marie mirrored her pout.
Lips twitching with the beginnings of another smile, Regina sighed and rolled her eyes. She was putty in their hands, and they both knew it. Blast them. "You're both complete messes."
"And we had fun getting this way," Emma assured unnecessarily, turning on her side and tickling Marie. "Didn't we, little Miss Mills?"
Regina melted as a high-pitched scream dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Marie squirmed and tried, numerous times, to roll away from the hand at her ribs but when Emma proved as relentless as Regina knew she could be and it didn't work, Marie rolled on top of Emma who pulled her arm back and pretended to be struggling for breath.
"Oh my god," Emma wheezed in a dramatic whisper, imploring Regina with a helpless look. "She weighs more than the Palace."
"Do not," Marie mumbled into her chest, and then squealed again as Regina chuckled, lifting her off of Emma with a simple gesture. "Aunt 'giiiiina."
"Yes, dear?" Regina replied innocently, half-expecting to be told to put her down when Marie surprised her.
"I'm flying," she cheered, flapping her arms through the air.
Regina laughed outright, flicking her wrist and lifting her higher as Emma rolled out from underneath her and stood. "This will make tickling her so much easier," Emma declared, threatening to do just that as she held the tip of her finger against Marie's ribs.
"Save me, aunt 'gina!"
"Emma," Regina growled playfully and Emma snatched her hand back.
"Kidding, kidding!" She raised both hands, a look of mock fear written across her face as she retreated a step. Marie turned her head and grinned goofily- adorably.
"You silly, Emma."
"Yes Emma," Regina agreed in her deadpan tone. "You silly."
Emma winked. "It's a gift," she said before she scooped Marie from the air and into her arms. "Hi there."
"Hi hi."
Regina's heart fluttered as she watched the interaction. She decided then that Emma was exactly what she'd been missing during those times she'd caught Henry doing his best impressions of a monkey, and she was ashamed of herself for thinking otherwise. Emma may have encouraged his animal-like tendencies, but Regina didn't doubt that she would have saved him from a few unfortunate tumbles too.
Of course, as she'd informed Zelena earlier that morning, she wouldn't alter there past for any reason. While she did wonder, she was content to do only that as she slipped her arm around Emma's waist and looked down on her niece.
"Come on you two," she coaxed, tugging them along as she headed for the Palace. "Let's get you both something to eat."
"That's love right there, Marie Marie, Quite Contrary," Emma said, bopping the giggling girl on the nose. "A woman who knows your stomach far better than you do."
There was a pause before Emma turned to her, planting a wet kiss on her cheek, and in a voice barely above a whisper, teased, "Love you, 'Gina."
Regina rolled her eyes. She would grow to loath that little nickname coming from anyone other than Marie but the warmth in her chest refused to let the sentiment go unrewarded. She returned the kiss in kind, though far more dryly she noted as she wiped her cheek and said, "I love you too, dear."
Emma beamed.
"Sadira is going to kill her," Zelena commented when she saw them.
Emma and Marie had tired themselves out and after lunch, they'd both collapsed on a settee in the drawing room, ruined clothes and all. Regina sat on that same settee, absentminded as she ran her fingers through the golden head of hair in her lap. She looked up from her book at Zelena's voice, and smirked at the look of amusement on her face. "I will remind her then, that I saved her wife not too long ago from receiving a well-deserved beat down, and that I would appreciate the same courtesy."
Zelena laughed but the serious expression Regina wore never wavered. She sobered and raised an eyebrow. "You honestly think she could fight me, and win?"
"Yes," Regina drawled as she closed her book and moved it to the side. "I think, given the right incentive, she could take on the Dark One and win. You, dear, wouldn't stand a chance."
Frowning, Zelena moved further into the room, shaking her head as she said, "I think the heat may be going to your head, sweet sister. The Princess? More powerful than the Dark One? Absurd."
"You allow her penchant for idiocy to cloud your sense," Regina countered, smile widening as she took in the offense colouring her expression. "Emma is the product of True Love, the most powerful magic there is; there is nothing absurd about it."
Zelena considered her words as she sat opposite her, and then leaned back with a scoff. "If that is true, then Marie is even more powerful than she is," she replied.
"In time," Regina agreed. "That is assuming, of course, she inherits your powers and receives proper training... but that is all beside the point."
"You really think she could beat me?"
"Yes, though only if she bothered to try." Zelena glanced at her quizzically and Regina elaborated, "If she thought beating you would somehow upset me or someone she cares about, she likely wouldn't bother. She is hopelessly unteachable in regards to self-preservation."
Zelena grimaced. "I will never understand people who put others before themselves."
"I believe that is what one refers to as a hero complex," Regina agreed.
"Those same heroes who generally end up saving all your asses," Emma murmured. Regina smiled wider and tugged her hair.
"I thought you were asleep."
Emma opened her eyes and tilted her head back. "My ears were burning," she said before readjusting her head. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, by the way- even if you do think I'm an idiot."
"I have never hid the fact I think you're an idiot, from you or anyone else." Emma gave a wordless hum and nudged her hip. Regina resumed running fingers through her hair, nails raking against her scalp. "You need a bath."
A wolfish grin curled Emma's lips, something more than sleep lacing her voice as she replied, "Are you offering?" Regina lightly smacked her forehead and Emma chuckled.
"There is a child present." Regina looked to her niece as she said this and her smile widened. Marie slept with her head on Emma's stomach, a thumb held firmly between lips as an arm and leg hung over the side of the settee.
"You say that as if she doesn't have a pervert for a mother," Emma countered and Zelena barked out a laugh.
"She has a point," she agreed. Regina turned to her with a frown. "What? She's small and hard to see. I'm hardly going to avoid coming on to my wife because my child might be hiding around the corner waiting to pounce on one of us. If she ever decides to become a thief or an assassin, however, I'm quite confident she'll excel at either."
Regina shook her head. It was as though she was the only one who cherished a child's innocence anymore. People could say what they wanted to about the world they left behind, but that was one thing she would miss about it.
She sighed and waved her hand, transferring Marie to her mother before she tapped Emma on the side of the head. "Come along, dear. I doubt our host will appreciate your stench come dinner time."
Emma shot up and in the next second, she was standing with her hand extended in silent request. Regina rolled her eyes but accepted, ignoring Emma's grin as she stood and led them from the room, a knowing chuckle at their backs.
Emma licked her lips and raked her eyes appreciatively over olive-toned flesh. She would never be tired of the sight of Regina stark naked, nor would the sight never not arouse her. Regina was a goddess, and the confidence that infused her upon seeing the way Emma studied her every curve only made her all the more hotter in Emma's eyes.
"Come here," she said, lifting a hand covered in suds and beckoning Regina to her.
Regina smirked, brow cocked as she stepped forward, slowly, one foot in front of the other. Emma groaned. For the right reasons, she was a patient woman but Regina was definitely testing her limits. There was a promise of fun in the way she sauntered closer and Emma was having a difficult time restraining her desire to simply use magic to dump Regina into the bath, and straight into her lap where she could ravish her, thoroughly, and quite possibly until someone retrieved them for dinner—pruning be damned.
A whine began at the back of her throat when Regina stopped, close enough for Emma to see the tell-tale glisten at the apex of her thighs, but far enough that reaching out would only grant her the faintest brush against those dark, wet curls. If Regina was trying to kill her via anticipation, she was doing a wonderful job of it.
"Something troubling you, dear?"
Emma shivered, suddenly painfully aware of her throbbing clit as the sexy, teasing purr washed over her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, leaning it back against the wall with a hum. As much as she loved Regina's games, it felt as if weeks had passed since they were last together. Emma knew it had only been mere hours, but she was horny—beyond horny, and so not in the mood for slow.
She smiled as she slipped a hand between her legs and a gasp met her ears. Regina had caught her pleasuring herself one morning in their bed, and forbidden her from ever doing it again as she'd laid her claim, repeatedly. At least half of the scars she'd obtained were from Regina's possessive streak. They were mostly faded now, barely visible, but Emma remembered them all; the events that led to them, the way Regina had marked her skin. From rope burns, to nails down her back and teeth—sharp, delicious teeth that bit into flesh as Regina fucked her, and fucked her good.
So good.
Emma moaned before both hands suddenly flew above her head and her eyes snapped open. She looked up, seeing the purple mist swirling about her wrists, and pouting as she dragged her eyes back down. Part of her warned her to start begging in the hope Regina might grant her mercy, but the logical part of her scoffed at the idea. She was more curious than anything. Regina was glaring at her, and if there was one thing Emma found more arousing than the mere sight of that body, it was the things Regina did to her when she was annoyed, or even angry with her.
"I have half a mind to leave you like that while I bathe," Regina mused aloud, chestnut eyes pinned to Emma's chest as her bounds forced her breasts together. "Would it be worth it, Emma? To see me bathe, and then watch as I dress and leave you in here, only releasing you once I'm out of sight, to pleasure yourself?"
Emma whimpered and vehemently shook her head. It was an awful, terrible thought and while she was confident that Regina wouldn't actually do it, Emma was smart enough to know she could, and that was all that mattered. After all, it wasn't as though Regina would have to suffer her own desires. She could punish Emma by denying her, but also take what she wanted while she did so.
"I really need you," she pleaded, immediately wincing as Regina chuckled darkly. That did not bode well at all.
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before disobeying me," she replied and slipped beneath the hot, scented water with a soft moan. "Oh this is di-vine."
With another whimper, Emma shifted and crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together. The way Regina's voice deepened on that last word was what was truly divine. Regina could read the dictionary to her in that voice and Emma would come long before she finished the As, maybe even multiple times.
Regina nudged her thigh with a foot and Emma forced her eyes up from dusky, brown nipples she wanted to wrap her mouth around. At her look and the subtle incline of her head, Emma quickly unwound her legs and spread them. Regina chuckled, the sound less dark but just as arousing as the last.
"I'm curious," Regina began. Emma was torn between releasing a frustrated groan and perking up in curiosity, which led to her doing both. A coy little smirk, that Emma happened to love most of the time, curved dark lips. "If I were to summon that nice, big juicy cock of yours, do you think I could make you come with just my foot?"
Eye wide, the whine Emma managed to stifle earlier gained traction and sound as it slipped from between parted lips. Regina's smirk grew. "I'll take that has a hard maybe," she purred, eyes flashing a bright violet.
Emma's head snapped down to watch her clit transform and she squirmed, the rush of magic to her groin sending delicious tingles throughout her body as the long, thick shaft sprouted between her legs. "Oh god," she moaned as a toe trailed the length of her cock and she threw her head back with a painful thump.
The impact of her head against the wall was enough to dislodge a recent memory, and she gasped. "Regina—" Her eyes bulged and she choked on her words as Regina rubbed the tip.
Holy shit, she was even more sensitive than usual.
"Wait," she croaked but Regina either didn't hear, or didn't care to listen as she added pressure, pushing Emma's cock against her stomach before she continued her strokes. "Regina…"
Regina huffed and paused to snap, "What?"
Emma swallowed, even more turned on if such a thing were at all possible. She wanted this—hell, she was ashamed that she was loving this, but Regina needed to know. "This is how," she said, nodding towards her erection. "If you… if you want."
"If I want what?"
Taking a breath, Emma shook her head and breathed out, "A kid."