DISCLAIMER:: do not own ouat or its characters. just borrowing for purpose of creative expression. no profit obtained.
A/N:: the beginning of this chapter is very personal to me and was very hard to write. I hope everyone enjoys. the later parts are to celebrate the royal engagement. congrats to fred for finally bagging a queen
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Chapter 29: Domesticating Emma
Emma Swan wasn't quite sure when she became so attuned to sharing her bed with another individual. It had been a foreign concept her entire life. She walked through life alone and her sleeping arrangements had always reflected that. Even her son's father hadn't lasted long as a bedmate. Their relationship had been a complicated one and never followed the normal course of things. But since she had started sleeping with Regina, her entire body had become aware, even in sleep, of the woman's presence. It was almost as if she had been sharing the woman's bed for years.
So she felt a slight restlessness in her sleep when Regina shifted in bed. She felt herself pulled back from the deep inviting void of unconscious, brought to the very brink of waking, but not quite making it there. She drifted in the small place where she was able to return to sleep if it was just a slight shift, or that she'd be able to wake if the brunette needed her. She felt the dip in the bed, signaling the brunette waking up. She listened to the barely there sound of bare feet moving across the room.
It took a few moments of silence after the footsteps had stopped before she willed her eyes open. Regina was leaning against the wall in the shadows to the right of the window, clutching the top sheet around her naked frame, staring out into the dimness of the pre-dawn gloom, lost in thought. Her brown hair was mussed from sleep and their activities the previous night, fluffed and wild.
She sat up, rubbing at her eyes with the back of a fist. "Baby, come back to bed."
Regina's eyes slid over to the blonde. Emma was propped up on her elbows, the duvet pooled around her waist, exposing the flesh of the chest. The pale skin of her breasts glowed blue in the remaining moonlight that filtered into the room, her nipples peaked shadows on the expanse. She unconsciously licked her lips. She gave the blonde her most convincing tired smile. "I'll be there in a second darling. Go back to sleep." She resumed looking back out the window, returning to her thoughts.
Emma bit her lip as she studied the brunette. Their was an almost pained look on the brunette's face as she stared out into the white world outside the window. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?" This time Regina didn't turn from the window. The muscles in her bare back were tensed into tight coils.
"Whatever is bothering you."
Regina looked at her with a look of confusion. "Why would you think..."
Emma shrugged a shoulder. "Built in lie detector, remember?" She scooted up so she could rest her back against the headboard. "If you don't want to tell me, I understand. I haven't been exactly... forthcoming in this relationship. But, whatever it is that's upsetting you, I'm here for you."
Regina tilted her head and regarded the blonde for several long moments with an inscrutable expression. Finally she pushed away from the wall, walking slowly back across the room towards the bed. She paused beside the mattress, her eyes boring into the blonde's.
Emma's hand ghosted across the duvet, towards the edge of the bed, before she reached out and grabbed the older woman's hand that wasn't clutching the sheet up to cover herself. She lifted the brunette's hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, then moving to each knuckle one by one. She tugged on the hand gently, urging the woman back to bed.
Regina sat gently down on the bed, staring at their clasped hands, a small smile on her face. Finally, with a sigh, she brought up her legs and laid down beside the blonde, curling her body against the deputy's. She rested her head on the younger woman's chest, her ear pressed to the flesh where she could hear the gentle cadence of her heartbeat. She closed her eyes and smiled, one delicate finger tapping the rhythm on the back of the blonde's hand as her own still held it.
Emma had wrapped her free arm around the brunette, holding her close. The index finger of her hand rubbed a soothing trail up and down the older woman's bare upper arm. She didn't have much experience with these situations. It was obvious that Regina was hurting, but she knew she had no right to demand the truth from her. It would be the very definition of hypocritical. She pressed a kiss to the woman's forehead.
"I don't share my past with just anyone. In fact, very few people know the entirety of my history. They know the tragic parts, the noteworthy parts, but they don't know, though I'm sure a few have suspected, what goes on behind closed doors."
Emma was afraid to even breathe too loudly. Regina was about to let her beyond a wall in her life that, by the woman's own admission, very few people had breeched. She hadn't really considered what it would mean to truly know this woman, but now that she was on the precipice of discovering a big piece of her past, of what made her the woman she is today, Emma realised she really wanted this. She was quiet, not wanting to push Regina too fast.
"My mother, she was a... complicated woman. Strict, firm, she liked control." Regina bit her lip as she stared at their clasped hands, resting on the blonde's abdomen near her navel, looking but not really seeing, lost in the painful memories of her childhood. "As a young child, I thought it was normal. When she'd grab my arm so hard it would bruise or when she'd lock me in the attic for a whole day without food or water. I thought that was discipline; I never knew a different way to live. It wasn't until I came of an age where I was expected to interact in public, go to school and all that, that I actually realised normal children didn't live the way I did."
Emma buried her face in brown hair, kissing the crown of the older woman's head. She squeezed the hand she still held, wrapping her arm tighter around the brunette and holding her close as if that would somehow protect the woman from her memories.
Regina took a shaky breath. "She praised my beauty, saying I was fortunate because she couldn't bear to mark my face. I always thought it was a curse. If she had marked my face, then maybe someone would have noticed, someone might have looked beneath the surface of my perfect family to see the truth. But, looking back, I'm not even sure anyone would have noticed anyway. She slipped once, broke her own rule." The tip of Regina's tongue ran unconsciously over the scar on her upper lip. "Still no one said anything. They all accepted my lie about tripping and falling into the corner of the dining table." She released a solitary dry laugh. "Like my mother would ever have tolerated such a display of clumsiness."
She snuggled more firmly against the blonde, letting the rise and fall of the chest beneath her cheek calm her. She pulled her hand from Emma's, but only to trace a line over the small scars on the younger woman's abdomen. "You get good at lying, a master of deceptive smiles and falsified words. People only like to see what's on the surface. To read between the lies, all those fake smiles, they don't want to see what's hiding right below, because deep down they know that they have no clue how to rescue you and if they saw the truth they'd feel obligated to do just that. It's easier to tell yourself you don't see it, ignore it and pretend like you never knew than to know and not be able to help." Her finger paused at a small scar, about an inch long and slightly rounded, below Emma's right breast. It was slightly raised, the flesh oddly distorted, a sign of once burnt flesh. "So you get good at lying. You get so good that it starts to become you who stops seeing the truth buried beneath the surface. You begin to believe your own tales and the fake smiles become fringed with genuity. You forget what it is you were hiding in the first place. You wear sweaters because that's what you've always worn, no longer because you need them to hide the bruises." Her hand came up from Emma's skin and she ran it over the length of her own arm as if expecting to feel the soft material of the sweater sleeve.
Emma knew she shouldn't interrupt but she could see the brunette slipping away from her; she was losing the older woman to her memories. Dangerous memories at that. She placed another firm kiss to the woman's forehead, stroking her hair. "What happened to her?"
"My mother? She died when I was sixteen." She brought her hand back to Emma's abdomen, some of the tension once again draining from her body. She traced the outline of the blonde's navel with the tip of her finger, noting a small almost unnoticeable circular indentation that indicated the flesh had once been pierced. "You know, it's funny in a twisted sort of way, but even though living with her was torture and everyday I could dream of nothing more than escaping, of running far away and never looking back, I still missed her."
"Despite it all, she's still your mother." Emma bit her own lip. She, more than most, understood the conflicted feelings that came from desperately seeking the love of a parent who doesn't want it. There was still a part of her, barricaded behind her own walls that longed for the parents who'd abandoned her a lifetime ago.
Regina was silent for a very long time before she spoke again, just absently stroking Emma's bare flesh as the dawn rose outside their window, Monday coming to call, bringing the work week with it. But finally she spoke again, breaking the silence. "I made a promise to myself that I would always do right by Henry. I never in his life want him to question whether or not he is loved." She finally raised her head off Emma's chest so she could look up into green eyes, her own dark brown swimming with the moisture of unshed tears. "I want him to always feel loved." Regina's gaze slipped away.
Emma put a hand to each of the brunette's cheeks, holding her face in place as she bobbed her own head to catch the older woman's gaze. "Baby, he does feel loved. He's so happy. Our poor little man... he has every reason to be sad, but he's not. He's so full of hope, so full of life. That's because of you Regina. He has the best mom in the world, one who would do anything for him. He has a big heart, just like her. He knows he's loved." Tears stung her own eyes now, burning insistently, though she refused to let them fall. "And believe me, that makes all the difference." She brushed the brunette's hair behind an ear with one hand, while the thumb of the other stroked a tear stained cheek.
Regina leaned in, crashing their lips together. It was a kiss loaded with desperation, not for physical contact but for emotional reassurance. The hand that had been clutching at the sheet, holding it protectively around her body as if it were a shroud shielding her most painful secrets from prying eyes, finally loosened its hold on the fabric. It dropped from around her body, falling unnoticed to the duvet, as she crawled into the blonde's lap, wrapping her arms around the younger woman's neck. Do you know you're loved Emma Swan? Do you know I cannot bear the thought of living without you? Do you? But whether she was too scared of the answers or her lips were too preoccupied to utter the words aloud, she didn't get around to asking.
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Regina smoothed down her pencil skirt as she made her way down the last few steps to the ground floor. Her work day stretched dauntingly before her. It had been a very long time since she had last found herself dreading the arrival of Monday, but as she watched the blonde, her cell phone tucked between shoulder and ear as she chatted with whoever was on the other end of the call, she found that her job now lacked the appeal it had held just a month ago. She liked being mayor of Storybrooke, but for the first time in her life, she was starting to realise maybe there were things more gratifying that being in control and having power.
Emma ended the call and tucked her cell back into the pocket of her jeans. She caught sight of the brunette at the bottom of the stairs and walked over.
"Who was that on the phone darling?"
"Katherine."
"Oh?" Regina couldn't keep the concern from seeping into her voice.
Emma heard the implied question without the brunette even having to utter it. "Henry's perfectly fine. I actually called her." Emma smiled. "I thought maybe I'd have her drop Henry off at City Hall around noon so you and he could have lunch before I get there at one to pick him up. You both haven't really gotten much time together since you went back to work and I thought it'd be nice."
A slow smile curved up the corners of her lips. She beckoned the blonde closer with a finger and then tapped her own lips.
Emma got the hint, stepping in and pressing a kiss to the brunette's crimson lips.
"Thank you, Emma." Regina was reluctant to pull away, keeping her mouth in close proximity to the blonde's for several moments after their kiss had already ended. "It actually works out perfectly. I was hoping to run a few things by Katherine and I prefer to do it in person."
Emma raised an eyebrow as she drew back. "Anything I'm allowed to know?"
Regina shrugged, but couldn't stop her grin. "Eventually... if you're patient."
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"Momma!" The door to her office opened and Henry flew through.
Regina's entire face lit up and she stood with just enough time to crouch down as the little boy tore around her desk and flung his arms around her neck. She held him close, stroking her fingers through his hair. She'd missed him in the two days they'd been apart, more than she'd thought she would. Having Emma close at hand had been a distraction, but all morning, without Emma to divert her attention, her time without her son had come to the forefront of her mind. "Hey sweetheart. Momma missed you so much." She turned her head to press a kiss to his temple.
"I missed you Momma. Emma too."
She drew back just enough to gaze into his small face with a semi-stern expression. "Were you on your best behaviour for Mr and Mrs Nolan?"
Henry nodded. "Mr Nolan was playing his new favourite game when I got there, but he stopped because I was there and we played Mario."
Regina raised an eyebrow. "His new favourite game?"
Katherine, who had slipped into the office unnoticed and closed the door, cleared her throat. "Plants versus zombies." When she saw Regina's expression, she shrugged. "I honestly don't see the appeal, but apparently it's 'awesomely addictive'." Katherine rolled her eyes to show what she thought of her husband's explanation of why he was glued to the computer every free moment he had. At least she could be grateful that it hadn't affected his work.
A knock sounded at the door and Regina's secretary leaned his head in. "Sorry to interrupt Mayor Mills, but your lunch just arrived." He held up the take out bags.
Regina held out a hand and the young man scurried in, handing them over. "Thank you John." With his wide brown doe eyes and mahogany hair, her secretary would have made a formidable temptation, were he not insufferably timid and extremely gay. "Hold all non-emergent calls for the next hour. I am not to be disturbed unless the matter is of the utmost urgency. Understood?"
John batted his doe eyes and nodded an affirmative. He scurried back out just as quickly as he'd entered, closing the door without a sound.
Katherine took a step backwards, making to follow the secretary. "I'll leave you guys to your lunch." She looked at the little boy still clutched at his mother's leg, giving him a small wave. "See you tomorrow Henry."
He waved. "Bye Mrs Nolan."
Regina ran a hand through his hair. "I'm going to go walk Mrs Nolan out, okay sweetheart? I'll be right back and then we can sit down and you can tell me all about your weekend. Sound good?"
Henry nodded, looking up into the brown eyes of his mother. "Okay Momma."
She smiled at him before walking around the desk and to the office door, holding it open and gesturing for the blonde to go through first. She looked over at her son, climbing up onto the couch, before she closed the door behind them.
She stopped at John's desk just to tell him to keep an eye on the door for a minute before she walked her best friend to the stairs and down.
"Something on your mind?" Katherine looked at her friend, concern evident on her features. Regina never walked her all the way out. Sometimes to the top of the stairs, sure, but never all the way out.
Regina bit her bottom lip, slightly nervous.
That was another red flag to her best friend, who knew that Regina slipped into and stayed firmly in mayor mode whenever she was within the walls of City Hall. She never let that mask slip and to see it now was slightly unnerving.
"I have been entertaining the idea of proposing to Miss Swan." The brunette felt as if a weight was released from her chest. It was out into the world now, no way to now make the consideration unheard. There was freedom in that. They stepped onto the ground floor.
Katherine's eyes comically bulged as her head whipped to regard her normally closed off best friend. "I... what... I... we are talking about marriage here right?" She couldn't even begin to wrap her mind around the concept of Regina letting someone that far into her own life, and Henry's by extension. Emma Swan had totally changed the normally uptight woman's very existence.
Regina rolled her eyes, pushing open one of the red front doors of City Hall and stepping out into the white world outside. The sun reflected brightly off the accumulated snow on the ground. "No, we're talking about a business merger. Of course we're discussing matrimony." The tops of her cheeks were burning and she tried to mask the embarrassment as anger.
Katherine stared a long moment at the brunette. She'd known Regina long enough to know her tells. "You really want this." It wasn't a question but a genuine realisation.
Regina worried her top lip between her teeth before releasing a resigned sigh. "Yes, more than anything. All I can seem to think about is how I want to keep her forever."
"Does she even want to be kept?" Katherine paused by her car, leaning back against the door with her arms crossed across her chest against the chill.
Regina sighed, for the first time in their conversation looking entirely uncertain. "That's the question, isn't it?"
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"Knock knock." Emma peeked around the edge of the door and into the mayor's office.
Regina was sitting in her usual place behind her desk, Henry comfortably positioned on her lap. She had a protective arm wrapped around the little boy's waist, holding him firmly back against her torso. He wiggled out of the embrace, sliding off her lap and down to the floor to rush over and greet the blonde.
Emma smiled, ruffling his hair as he crashed into her legs, burying his face against a hip. "Hey kid, did you miss me?"
He nodded against the denim, not bothering to remove his face from her leg.
"He takes after his mother like that." At the brunette's words, Emma looked up as the older woman stood and made her way around the desk.
She offered her girlfriend a shy smile as her fingers stroked through Henry's hair. "Is that so?"
Regina stopped in front of the blonde, her hand absentmindedly going to rest on the back of Henry's neck. He tilted his head away from his denim hideaway to smile at her. She returned the smile before her free hand came up to rest on the blonde's opposing hip, uniting them.
"How was lunch? Did you two have fun?"
Regina gave a quick nod and smiled down at her son who was nodding in the affirmative. "Yes we did."
For a long moment in time, a pause pregnant with so many things unspoken, they watched each other. Emma was the first to back down, lifting the little boy up into her arms, resting him firmly on the hip he had just been buried against. "You ready to go home kid?"
He looked at Regina for a long moment, as if longing for her to come with them.
Regina, understanding her son's silent plea, brushed her fingers across a small cheek. "I'll be home soon, I promise. You go have fun with Emma, okay?"
Slowly he nodded, first to her, confirmation that he understood her words, and then to Emma in answer to her previous question. He leaned across the space to his mother, kissing her on the cheek. "Bye bye Momma."
Regina kissed his forehead. "I will see you at dinner. I love you."
"Love you Momma." He leaned back into Emma's embrace.
"I'll have dinner waiting for you when you get home Mayor Mills." She walked over to the door, opening it. She gave Regina one last smile. "Love you Momma."
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Emma stared at the dials on the washing machine as if they were the keys on the skeleton organ in The Goonies and to press the wrong botton would make the floor fall out from under her and send her hurtling to her doom. Breaking the washing machine and then having to explain that to Regina would result in dire consequences. Even the very thought of how pissed the mayor would be made falling to her death seem much more appealing.
She had made sure to keep like colours together, despite the fact that she'd never been that picky with her own clothes. She had a dark pile/light pile policy and it had served her well and saved her a substantial amount of quarters in her lifetime. But she could already imagine Regina's look of disdain if she saw her pair reds with blues, and she figured it was better to play things more safe than sorry.
She regarded the first dial that appeared to control the type of load. Delicate? No. Quick Wash? No. Whitest Whites? She glanced down at the mess of jeans and blue hued footies, mixed with blue shirts and underwear here and there. Definitely not. Sheets? Hardly. Bulky? It had possibilities; it was a heavy load after all. Normal? Well that seemed like the safe option. She clicked the dial over before looking at the smaller dials that regulated temperature, spin speed, soil level, and extra rinses. She just left them where they were, praying that was the right move. Since when did washers become so complicated. Couldn't it just have a start and stop button?
She had made sure to check the tags on each of the mayor's blouses for care instructions, separating them into piles for dry clean only, delicate wash, and those that could be washed with the regular clothes. The dry clean only blouses were on hangers on a drying bar next to the machines so that she could take them before work tomorrow.
As she checked the detergent levels, closed the lid, pressed start, and watched the machine hum to life, she was struck with how domestic she was becoming. It was slightly unnerving. She had never really seen herself as the housewife type; she'd never had the time nor the opportunity to really even explore her domestic side. But there was a part of her that liked making the mayoral mansion more of a home. In her own small way, she was establishing that she had a foothold in this place. And any insecurities, she stamped down with the excuse that she was trying to earn her rent here. The least she could do were a few chores when living here free of charge was the payout.
She patted the glass top of the washer, like she were giving it a pat on the back before exiting the wash room and making her way to the family room. Henry sat on the floor staring up at the screen with complete focus and awe as if he were looking up to a sign from the gods and not an advert for Canine Crunchies.
"Hey kid?"
His attention immediately snapped from the television screen to look up at the blonde.
"Want to help me make dinner for your mom?"
He nodded enthusiastically, his little hand wrapping around the remote next to him and turning the television off. He got up, set the remote on the end table, and padded over to her.
Scooping him up onto her hip, she turned and carried him from the room and downstairs to the kitchen.
Depositing the boy on the counter, she began rummaging around for ingredients and a pan to put the finished product in to cook.
As soon as she had everything assembled, she looked to the little boy fondly. "Okay kid, you get to help me put these enchiladas together. We need black beans for our base. Protein is always a must. What else should we put in them?"
Henry stared at the huge array of possible ingredients and pointed to something at the far side.
She followed where he was pointing and raised an eyebrow. She had just pulled the container out to get at something behind it in the fridge and forgotten to put it back in. "Pineapple?"
Henry nodded.
Emma shrugged and grabbed the container of fresh pineapple tidbits. "Why not? There's a first time for everything." She sprinkled the fruit into the open tortillas.
"What's an important question?"
Emma paused mid-reach for the cheese. "What?"
"What's an important question?" The little boy stared at her with curious eyes.
Emma thought for a moment and then shrugged. "I suppose it depends."
"On what?" Henry watched as she added the rest of the ingredients and folded up each of the enchiladas.
She shrugged. "On who's asking and who's being asked. When you ask someone a certain question, it might be more important to them than it would be to someone else." She poured the sauce over the top of the dish. "Why do you ask?" She opened the oven and slid dinner inside.
Henry shrugged. "When Miss Nolan dropped me off today, Momma and her went outside to talk. When I asked her what they were talking about she said it was about an important question she had to ask you."
Emma froze as she was closing the oven door. It slammed closed with a snap, but she took no notice of the sound. An important question for her? "Did she say what she needed to ask me?"
Henry shook his head and held out his arms to her so she could lower him to the floor.
She set him down before putting everything away. Regina had to ask her an important question, something that she hadn't shared with Henry but she had with Katherine. That implied that it was too mature to share with a five year old. If Emma allowed herself to have fits of fancy, she might actually let herself believe that Regina was considering marriage. But that was ridiculous. They hadn't even been dating for that long and the brunette was a practical woman. They hadn't even discussed the future beyond the six month mark. Emma didn't even know if she would be around after the six month mark. Everything she did here in Storybrooke, everything she had agreed to, had been built upon a half year expiration date. No, this had to be a different question. It had to be.
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The first thing Regina noticed when she came in the front door was the smell of something delicious wafting out of the kitchen. She heard the faint thrum of music coming from upstairs, though she couldn't catch the exact beat. "Emma? Henry?" She got no answer. She removed her coat and put it away before heading for the stairs.
Her hand slid over the polished wood of the banister as she made her steady ascent, the music growing louder with every upward step. She reached the second landing and saw light spilling from a crack in the family room door. She walked over and pushed the door further open.
Henry stood on the couch, his just brushed hair wet from a bath, in only his Avengers underwear and a pair of socks. He was flailing his arms around as he danced. Emma herself was in a pair of red sleep shorts and a thin loose white v-neck tee. Her own blonde curls had been pulled up in a messy bun and she was singing into the small brush that she had just used to brush Henry's hair. Her own dancing was similar to the little boy's, involving a lot of hopping and wiggling around like a possessed person.
She felt the corners of her mouth begin to curve upward and she took her bottom lip between her teeth to prevent the full fledged grin from taking root.
"I'm in love, I'm in love, accidentally." Emma sang into the brush.
Regina had to admit that the blonde's voice was actually quite pleasant.
"Come on, come on, spin a little tighter. Come on, come on, and the world's a little brighter. Come on, come on, just get yourself inside her..." Emma trailed off as a bounce brought her to face the brunette.
Regina smirked, a sculpted eyebrow raising. "Get yourself where, Miss Swan?"
A blush coloured the blonde's neck as she realised how that lyric could come across when the word love was omitted. Luckily she was saved by the little boy on the couch.
"Momma! You're home."
She pushed into the room and moved over to the couch. Henry launched himself off and into the mayor's arms, hugging her fiercely. She chuckled as his still damp hair brushed against her cheek, leaving a wet streak in its wake. "Hey baby boy."
Emma moved to her Iphone where it was playing from the dock, and turned the music off. "I should go check on the enchiladas." She squeezed Regina's shoulder as she passed by on her way out of the room.
"I helped with dinner Momma." Henry leaned back in the embrace so he could relay this, obviously very important, information to her.
Regina indulged his pride. "You did? Well then I'm sure it's going to be amazing." She looked out of the open doorway and stared after the blonde. Something seemed off with the younger woman. It wasn't like Emma to not even offer up a smile when she got home. She glanced back at her son. "How about you help me set the table?"
Henry nodded as she set him down and he was off like a rocket, hurrying away like a normal five year old would. He really had gained so much from Emma's presence, as had she. She sighed and followed him, flipping off the light and closing the door.
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Emma shuffled back into the kitchen. "The kid is down for the count." She walked over to the brunette at the sink. "Need any help?"
Regina handed over the drying cloth and a dripping just-washed plate.
Emma accepted the cloth and then the plate. "So, did you have that discussion with Katherine that you wanted to?" She tried to keep her voice nonchalant and neutral. She didn't want to tip Regina off that she was truly interested in what they had discussed, knowing the brunette was more likely to tell her if she thought Emma didn't care one way or the other.
Regina wasn't fooled for a second. She heard the curiosity in her tone that the blonde was trying to mask. "I did."
"And?"
Regina smirked and handed her another plate. "And what?"
"You're really going to make me beg, aren't you?" Emma set the plate back in the cabinet, standing on her tiptoes to set it on top of the neat stack.
Regina took the opportunity to step away from the sink and press her body against the blonde's back, leaning up towards her ear. "You know I love it when you beg."
Emma contained a moan as she fell back down to her heels. Her mutinous body leaned back against the one behind it. She cursed her body's immediate reactions whenever the brunette was in close proximity. The older woman had the ability to wreak havoc on her senses. It made getting information that much harder.
The brunette wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, licking the shell of her ear.
"You're trying to distract me." Emma bit her bottom lip, biting back another moan.
Regina chuckled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Is that what I'm trying to do dear? And here I thought I was trying to make you feel good." She snaked one of the hands around her waist down over her stomach and cupped her through the thin sleep shorts.
Emma rested her hands on the counter to support herself as her knees shook. She gave a quick shake of her head to clear it. "We have to finish washing dishes."
"I don't know Emma. I'm feeling rather peckish. I think I could use something more to eat." Regina rubbed her hand over the blonde's clothed sex to make her point.
Emma's eyes fluttered. Her fingers gripped harder on the edge of the counter, her knuckles going white with the tight grip. She took a deep breath to tamp down her desire. "Well I'd be happy to let you have dessert." Her legs spread slightly to give the brunette more room as she ground down slightly on the hand between her legs to emphasize her point. "After we finish the dishes."
Regina smiled, placing a soft kiss against the back of the blonde's neck, giving her one more rub through her shorts before withdrawing her hand. "Yes dear."
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A/N2:: reviews anyone?
