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My Song selections were all over the place for this one, but a few of them were Dark Chest of Wonders by Nightwish, Latch by Disclosure, Rock Show by Halestorm
Emma flopped face first onto her bed. Wet hair from her shower soaked thru the towel covering her back and sent a chill down her spine. Flipping the tangled mop to the side, she rested her cheek on her arms. She should be exhausted, but her brain refused to settle. It happened sometimes when she stumbled into a situation that required too much thought. She'd reached a point of no return that day and blew past it. Now that she'd met Mason, bonded with him, she doubted her ability to ever chose between her two sons.
Grumbling, she pulled the towel over her and scratched at her damp hair. She'd finally broken thru Regina's defenses, saw a glimpse of the beautiful woman beneath the façade, the same woman who had given her son back. She loved her, and as she flipped onto her back and flung the towel towards the bathroom, she knew that combination of this Regina and Mason made it impossible for her to return to her timeline without them.
How could she let Henry go? How could she love a woman who continued to hold her parents prisoner in some dark, unknown cell? How could she have fallen in love with Regina at all? They were so different, but they weren't. They just two profoundly fucked up women who handled their pain differently. Life beat them both down, and they fought back in their own ways. She'd become a hero, and Regina became something akin to a sociopath.
Yet, she'd been so kind that day. She'd apologized. She cared for Mason. She cared for her, even if she hadn't said it yet. She wanted her, and Emma wanted Regina. And, really, nothing else mattered. Decision made, she jerked from the bed and crossed the room confidently despite her nude state.
With a steadying breath, she touched the handle that separated her from Regina. "Goodbye, Henry," she whispered and opened the door.
Regina gasped from her vanity, and a flame lit the room, emanating from her palm. "Miss Swan, you are not an animal… why are you naked?" Regina lost her ire as she finally noticed Emma's state of undress.
"Because I want you to fuck me," Emma replied boldly. Any mention of making love would have sent Regina running for the hills, and honestly, Emma shied away from the softer emotions of their relationship in that moment. She'd already been burned by Regina and held no delusions that her queen was ready for romance of any sort. Regina may have cared, but she hadn't fallen in love with her, at least not far enough to admit it to herself much less anyone else.
"You've agreed to submit to me?" Regina clarified, apprehension in her voice. Emma's strength duped her easily without the use of magic, and if she froze, sometimes her magic froze, too.
"No, at least not in the way I think you mean," Emma explained carefully and stepped further into the room. "I'll be your sex monkey. I have no issue with that. But, if I don't like something and I say stop, you will stop. I'm not your slave." Her voice firmly filled the space between them.
Regina simply watched her cross the room, licking her lips with anticipation. Emma knelt in front of her, intentionally putting herself beneath Regina. "I will, however, follow your every command and your lead. You can't take my heart, Regina, but you can trust me."
An elegant eyebrow raised slowly as a savage expression spread on Regina's features. "I am not gentle, Miss Swan. Are you positive this is what you want?"
Emma nodded. "I can take it as long as you agree to stop if I ask you to," she reiterated the importance of consent. Regina studied her thoughtfully for such a long moment that Emma thought she'd fallen asleep with her eyes open. Blinking, she nodded once, agreeing to Emma's terms.
Before Emma completely acknowledged Regina's accord to the arrangement, a hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her forward into an already heated kiss. Her body responded immediately, surging adrenaline and desire through her veins to drain into her belly. Teeth nipped her upper lip, and Emma moaned shamelessly, uncaring if Regina knew how much she was already turned on.
A sharp tug at the back of her head detached her mouth from Regina's, and a whimper vibrated the back of her throat. Feeling the pressure of Emma unconsciously attempting to reclaim her lips, Regina grinned wickedly and held a firm resistance in her pet's hair.
"You aren't going to utter ridiculous sentiments this time, are you?" She asked, searching Emma's eyes.
"Only if you promise not to turn my hair red," Emma volleyed playfully, referencing her amazon guardian. Anger burned in her heart still, and she fought the urge to jerk Regina to her feet, mindful of The Queen's mental limitations.
"Does that make you want to hurt me, Savior?" Regina dripped into her ear. Of course, these emotions she understood, Emma grumbled inside her mind.
The hand in her hair tipped her head back, exposing her neck, and a second hand slid around her throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to cut off oxygen or cause alarm but more than enough to remind Emma who was in charge. Emma's chest flushed and heaved with arousal, and Regina leered at the breasts jiggling with the effort, which only increased it. To be desired by Regina Mills thrilled and terrified her more than being despised had, and she'd dreamed more than enough scenarios in the original timeline when the mayor hated her. Best sex she ever had was in her dreams, and now they made it reality.
"Yes," Emma gasped without meaning to. How confusing it must have been to Regina for her to promise to never hurt her and then openly admit to that very desire a moment before they had sex.
Regina, however, smirked and confused Emma even more. She never quite felt only one thing around Regina. The Queen applied pressure to her throat as she stood, and Emma followed until she stood at the foot of the bed. She knew enough to stay put where Regina released her, fighting every instinct in her body to gaze over her shoulder and watch her mistress undress. She knew that's what happened, though, by the quiet scratching of fabric hitting the plush carpet. The anticipation drove her higher.
When a soft hand touched her hip, she gasped, not having expected the gentleness. Lips on the muscle that connected the neck and shoulder followed. Feathery fingers traced and jagged, sensitive lines down her back, and Emma's eyes closed as a wash of old pain exploded in her chest. Regina wasn't the only one who suffered lashings at the hands of her guardians.
"I've not noticed these until now," Regina murmured, and Emma squirmed from the words and the hot puffs of air against her neck.
"Regina, please, I need to see you," Emma pleaded, flexing and releasing her fists with the effort of upholding her end of the deal to allow Regina to set the pace and position.
Another kiss touched her shoulder. One hand cupped her throat, and the other at her hip slid over her taut stomach muscles already quivering with arousal. A wanton noise vibrated over her tongue when Regina's breasts pressed into her shoulder blades and a soft tuft of hair tickled her ass. Lips turned into teeth, and Emma gasped and shivered. Her nipples hardened from the tendrils of painful pleasure pulsing from the wounded muscle, one of many bruises Emma figured she'd wear in the morning.
Nails dug into her stomach, and Emma arched into The Queen. A hand raised to cup the back of Regina's neck lightly. She froze momentarily, only a second but enough that Emma felt it. She scratched lightly at the hairline on the nape of her neck, and the older woman relaxed.
"Please," Emma tried again. Regina left tiny welts of retaliation against her stomach, which made the fingers in Regina's hair tighten and relax several times as Emma fought the urge to take control. Regina tested her, and this definitely was one she cared about passing.
"I like it when you beg," Regina murmured against the shell of her ear. Emma's body trembled lightly. Emma's pleas created an aura of yearning that had been previously missing. She desired Regina so much that she begged simply to see her, ramping The Queen's ego and confidence that much higher.
Regina, for her own part, found it much more difficult to deny her pet's request than she anticipated. Upon hearing Emma's languid moaning as her palm covered her breast, her hips moved against the curve of Emma's ass, starting a teasing rocking motion that Regina intentionally maintained. She pinched and twisted Emma's nipple mercilessly, testing Emma's resolve and pain tolerance.
"Please, My Queen," Emma begged breathlessly, seemingly more turned on by the rough treatment. "Please, I just want to see you." The use of her title shot sparks into her stomach, and she flipped Emma so quickly that they both nearly lost their balance.
Her lips fell upon Emma's instantly, and The Savior took that as permission to dig adrenaline-laced fingers into her hips and pull their bodies flush. The kiss broke with a cry from Emma's lips when Regina pinched and pulled her nipple again, and Emma's hands encouraged the other woman's hips to continue rocking, giving them both pressure where it was needed.
Teeth latched onto her neck, and Emma tipped her head to the side, giving herself over to will of the enamoring woman wanting her. Tentatively, hands grazed an exploratory path over the curve of Regina's lower back to the globes of her luscious ass. The Queen hummed against her throat and then moaned outright when Emma squeezed roughly. Emma smirked and tucked the knowledge away for later, hoping like hell when she spanked Regina in the future that she'd not be blasted against a wall.
Regina retaliated by shoving her onto the bed, much like she had the first time. This time, though, no clothes separated them, no sexy strip show, no waiting. Her wrists were shackled to the bed above her head the moment Regina straddled her hips. Breasts and bellies and that delicious heat pulsing from the apex of Regina's thighs pressed into her, overloading her brain with stimulation.
"Fuck," she muttered and dared to tip her hips upward, seeking more friction.
"That's the idea, Miss Swan," Regina hissed before clamping teeth onto the other side of her neck. Emma cried out from the sharp pain, and then moaned into the gentle soothing of Regina's tongue, only to repeat the entire process as The Queen marked her viciously and calmed her.
"God, Regina, you feel so good," Emma panted, trying to stay actively involved. If she'd wanted, Regina's meager upper body strength compared to hers was no contest. She stayed put because Regina wanted her there, and they both knew it.
Teeth raked over the swell of her breast at the precise moment Regina's hips pressed down, and Emma knew she'd done it on purpose, to keep her on edge. It worked, and Emma's hips pushed up in a steady rhythm that Regina met almost frantically. A hand clamped around Emma's throat, using it as leverage to push her body back.
"You're so wet," Emma murmured and cautiously gripped Regina's hips now that her hands were freed. When no protest came from the lips sucking another possession mark on the side of her breast, Emma forced Regina's hips down to meet hers aggressively. Thigh muscles flexed around her hips, and Emma wished for a strap on in the moment, to be inside her, make her moan her name as she came undone completely.
"Regina, I'm going sit up," Emma warned, a moment before she used her abs to pull them both upright.
Regina seemed not to mind as her hips continued the frantic pumping, spreading hot, slick juice onto Emma's stomach. The Savior held her ribs lightly and wrapped her lips around a pert nipple at the perfect height. Regina moaned and arched into her, smothering Emma with her breast. She wanted to tease The Queen, to draw this out as long as possible, but the frustrated noises coming from the dark woman's throat warned against it. Regina needed release and soon or she was going to set something on fire, possibly her.
She wrapped one arm around Regina's back to steady her and touched her V of her ribs just below her breasts. Slowly, her fingers moved across quivering ab muscles, tickled the edges of her navel. Regina tensed, and Emma nipped at the bud in her mouth, distracting The Queen. Regina's arms fell around her neck, clinging to her like a lifeline, nails pressing tiny crescents into her shoulder blades.
"Emma," Regina whispered into her ear and cupped the back of her neck. Something in her voice paralyzed Emma's hand. "Don't stop, just… talk to me," Regina pleaded breathily.
"I've dreamed about you like this for so long," Emma whispered back, choosing not to comment on the fact that she knew how terrified Regina was in that moment. Her hand shifted lower, flipping palm up at the first touch of the small patch of hair.
Gliding her middle finger through the slick folds that awaited, Emma moaned into Regina's neck. "Fuck, you feel good, My Queen," she used her title intentionally, reminding Regina she had all the power even if she felt out of control in that moment.
"I can't wait until your riding my hand like a wild stallion," Emma murmured, and Regina pulled back with an amused smirk on her face.
"Really, Miss Swan? A stallion," she criticized her dirty talk, distracting herself further from the gently moving finger barely giving her any stimulation.
"I couldn't think of anything else. My brain is kind of distracted at the moment," Emma defended herself halfheartedly, more focused on the point of her finger teasing at Regina's entrance.
"Some time this century, Savior," Regina grouched, finally roused enough to be comfortable with the thought of someone not under her control taking her.
Emma pushed into her with one finger and found Regina so wet that she met no resistance at all. Her forehead fell against Regina's chest as The Queen's met her shoulder. They both panted, adjusting. Emma tried to calm her racing heart and jogging chest, but she actually fucked Regina Mills. Right now, in that moment. The feeling was… indescribable.
A hand gripped her throat again and force her eyes to Regina's as she leaned back slightly. "Don't tease me, Emma" she commanded, finding her confidence once more. It urged Emma onward.
The single finger glided easily out of her queen, and she added another with the next upward thrust. Regina sighed contentedly and rolled her hips, fucking Emma's fingers. Her own laced together behind Emma's neck, and The Savior leaned back slightly, bracing herself to test her muscle endurance that night. Probably another reason Regina chose her well-muscled guards.
"More, Emma," Regina ordered, her head lulling from side to side, eyes shut tightly in pleasure. Emma thought perhaps she kept using her name to remind her who exactly filled her with three fingers eager to bring her pleasure but pushed the thought aside.
Wetness tickled the back of Emma's hand, spurring her forward. She tested Regina's mental state with an abrupt, rough thrust to her knuckles. The Queen loosed a high pitched gasp and met the next with an equally aggressive swoop of her hips. She cried out again fell forward to rest her head on Emma's shoulder.
"Speak," she ordered, never ceasing the desperate rocking.
"Your pussy feels amazing, so tight," Emma dug into her rusty dirty talk, but Regina seemed not to notice if it was bad. Her walls gripped and sucked at her slicked digits and hot puffs of air spread wet breaths on her neck.
"So hot and wet, so fucking beautiful," Emma continued, unsure if she spoke of Regina's naughty bits or the woman herself. Each thrust inspired whimpers of pleasure from both women.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma moaned. Regina's thighs flexed and moved against hers shakily, and she curled her fingers upwards, dragging them over that dipped patch of nerves within her queen's sopping walls.
Regina cried out, digging nails into her back. "Harder, Emma," she encouraged.
The Savior obliged, completely abandoning herself to the moment. Regina was fine and begging for more. Emma plunged into the wet heat with a vengeance, bumping the bundle of nerves just above her beautiful slit with a thumb. A primal squall filled the room, and Emma repeated the savage pounding over and over, taking Regina higher. The Queen squirmed and moaned and bucked, matching her every movement with an increasingly erratic one.
Regina clenched and rippled around her fingers, and Emma pushed upwards one last time with curled fingers, banging into the most sensitive spot roughly. Teeth clamped onto Emma's neck, muffling a hair-raising scream. Nails tore into her back, and Emma grunted into the pain, unsure her lover would even have the mental capacity to understand words if she'd spoken them. Regina quivered violently, like her body prepared to fly apart, and then stilled, sinking onto her fingers.
"Emma," she whispered reverently and cupped the back of her neck lightly, erasing all of the hurt in Emma's mind with that one tender gesture and soft utterance of her name.
The Savior pressed open mouth kisses along her shoulder and crooked her fingers into Regina's g-spot again. The Queen sighed and jerked against her, following with gentle lips against the marred flesh of her pet's neck. She loved the sight of them there, especially when her pet wiggled her fingers and sent another wave of pleasure through her body.
"Mine," she proclaimed possessively, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yours," Emma confirmed, surprising the hell out of both of them. No pang of regret in her chest followed the words, and Emma resumed nipping and sucking at Regina's shoulder.
The Queen jerked suddenly from her lap and sank to the floor. Her fingers dislodged with a slurp, but Regina failed to react if she noticed at all. "Regina?"
"Shut up, Miss Swan," she snapped and spread Emma's knees. The sudden urge to recreate the feelings in Emma that she experienced confused her, but most everything pertaining to The Savior confused her. This particular confusion felt good, so she allowed it to consume her.
Regina trailed exploratory fingers over Emma's hairless skin. "You're smooth," she observed, speaking as though she'd never seen it before.
"It's a personal preference," Emma explained. "I could show you how to do it without razor burn if you want," she offered, expelling her own nervousness. Perhaps Regina liked women with bush?
Regina leaned forward and placed a soft kiss just above Emma's clit, and The Savior squirmed. "I'd like that," she accepted the offered, blowing the words over the hypersensitive area.
Emma quivered with excitement when she realized what Regina intended. Like everything Regina had done in the past week, it was unexpected but pleasant. The Queen wrapped her arms expertly around Emma's thighs, her knees resting on Regina's shoulders and supported by the bed beneath them. Cool air ghosted over her inner lips as Regina spread her open and inhaled her scent.
"Please," Emma begged and flopped onto her back, too shaky to hold herself upright anymore. "My Queen, Regina," she panted.
"Who do you belong to?" Regina asked, sending torturous breaths over her dripping hole.
"You, Regina. I'm yours," Emma cried, fighting the urge to rub herself on Regina's face in frustration. Regina controlled everything, she reminded herself. Obviously, being taken this way was a show of dominance, but Emma probably would have agreed to full submission if Regina relented and tongued her.
"Mine," Regina repeated. She ran the tip of her tongue through Emma's wetness, barely dipping inside and ending atop her clit, holding pressure there without moving teasingly.
"Regina, please. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me yours. I want to be yours," Emma begged shamelessly. Her old life was gone, she'd let it go the moment she barged into Regina's room that night. Now, she lived for this woman and the boy she'd reunited with. She'd wanted Regina for so long, and even without the reciprocated pleasure, Regina had ruined her for any other lover for life. Nothing compared to the sight of Regina Mills experiencing an orgasm on her fingers.
Satisfied with Emma's pledge, Regina flicked her tongue over her pet's clit. Emma squirmed, already preparing to pop from the tingling pressure expanding in the bottom of her belly. She knew that she was being taken, dominated, marked, but not a single thought in her mind dared to protest. She wanted this - Regina, pleasure, sex, love.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, physically holding the words in before she stupidly confessed her love again. Regina ended the assault with a slow, broad stroke. Emma whimpered when the stimulation disappeared completely. Her back arched off the bed painfully when Regina's heated muscle plunge into her, chin bumping soaked pleats.
"Regina," she released huskily, her body melting to the mattress.
Regina wiggled inside, and Emma rolled her hips unconsciously. Nails tore into her stomach, punishing her, but the delicious burn only transformed into heat that dove straight to her core and tipped her on the edge of oblivion. Regina thrust in and out, moving her entire head, driving Emma up one wall and down the other. On the next inward motion, she dipped her tongue, scooping juices from the source and spread them liberally onto her clit as surfaced for air.
Hands buried in dark locks, and Regina batted them away, glaring up The Savior's body. Teeth raked her clit, bringing Emma off the bed panting and bucking. Regina smirked for one tiny second and then sucked at the distended nub. Emma grabbed at the comforter, gasping for air that her heaving chest and racing heart denied her.
"Regina," she forced out. "I'm…" Emma's hips jerked upwards and held the position, muscles quivering with the effort. Red splotches flushed her chest and face. Regina thought for a moment she'd sent The Savior into a fit, but after a terrifying moment, Emma collapsed to the bed once more, sucking noisy breaths.
"Fuck," she muttered, head thrown back against the bed.
Regina straddled her hips once more and grabbed Emma's cheeks with clawed fingers. "Mine," she reiterated needlessly, and captured Emma's lips. Tasting herself on Regina's mouth, Emma moaned relentlessly into the kiss. Each tiny movement spread more of that erotic tang onto her taste buds, solidifying the fact in her hazy brain that Regina Mills just tongue fucked her into oblivion.
After a moment, her hands felt steady enough to roam over Regina's body. They caught slightly on the sheen of sweat beaded on The Queen's lower back, and Emma began her moaning marathon all over again. Regina's sopping center lowered to her belly, and her eyes flew open.
"Regina," she breathed and trailed her fingers over Regina's sides. "Can I? Please? I want to," she begged incoherently, moving her hands to Regina's breasts. "Fuck, your tits are perfect," she worshipped with her words as much as her groping hands.
Regina arched her back, pushing her rock solid nipples into Emma's palms. "What is it you want, Miss Swan?" She asked, her own voice strained and slow.
"I want to taste you. Please. Let me, please," Emma begged, knowing she asked something probably far too vulnerable of Regina in that moment.
Caramel eyes bore into her glazed green, black hair swaying against Regina's cheek. Steadying herself on one hand, Regina raised her hips and reached between them. Emma followed her hand, watching two fingers disappear into Regina's slippery walls.
"Dear god, do that," Emma exclaimed, though her voice only came out in a breathless plea. Regina smirked, drinking up Emma's obvious desire for her. No one had ever worshipped her body with such lustful and longing eyes before, not even Daniel when their kisses became too heated for her to handle.
Regina removed her fingers, now glistening with the evidence of her lust. Emma licked her lips, barely refraining from raising from the bed like a dog after a treat. She didn't care. If ever asked, she'd tell Regina she went temporarily insane. She licked her lips again, head raising slightly as the slick digits hovered over her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, but they remained just out of reach.
Regina smirked wickedly. Emma couldn't decide if she wanted to fuck her or strangle her. With a raised eyebrow, Regina denied her request, smearing the nectar onto Emma's perked nipples. A whimpering, squawk of a sound vibrated from the back of Emma's throat through her closed lips, and Regina chuckled.
"You've not earned such a privilege," The Queen decreed and lowered her mouth to Emma's gleaming nipples, cleaning each with care and precision while the woman beneath her sighed and wiggled. Teeth scraped an aching nub as Regina pulled back.
"You may, however, assist me," Regina encouraged, more than ordered. Her own heady passion stole her breath as much as her pet's. She slipped a hand between them, and two fingers once again disappeared. Regina sighed, ghosting air across Emma's wet breasts, causing a shiver that The Savior barely noticed in her own body.
Emma's hand followed the command, though her brain failed to register it until her palm covered the back of Regina's. Regina paused momentarily with her fingertips still nestled inside her wetness and allowed Emma's fingers to cover the back of hers. She thrust both hands inside herself, stretching the tight walls with a bite of pain. Both women moaned at the scorching heat surrounding them.
Regina lowered her upper body to a forearm and elbow, ass bobbing in time with their fingers. Emma reclaimed her lips, cleaning her juices from The Queen's mouth and chin with little sucking motions and flicks of her tongue. She felt dirty and alive and so very very ready to be taken by her mistress again.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Miss Swan," Regina growled, her voice rumbling and raspy. Emma abandoned her attempt at multitasking and squeezed her pinky and thumb on the sides of Regina's hand, forcing The Queen to fuck herself with new fervor.
"Yes, Emma," she encouraged, and Emma abandoned all thoughts of injuring her queen. Regina could take it. Hell, she wanted it.
Each thrust banged against Regina's walls until the woman writhed atop her, face buried in her neck and indistinguishable curses vibrating each staccato breath. Emma pumped into her with metronome precision, and when Regina's hips jerked erratically searching for more stimulation, She forced Regina's fingers to curl, pressing them into her g-spot. Hopefully, Emma thought.
Regina cursed in her ear. Emma grinned wickedly and kept a steady, painful rhythm, banging into her with curled fingers, holding constant pressure on that ribbed flesh. Tight walls gripped and grabbed at the slicked digits greedily. Regina's hips gave a shudder, and the muscles rippled and clenched around their joined fingers. Teeth clamped Emma's neck again, mauling the already bruised flesh more.
Emma hissed, fighting the urge to jerk away from the unpleasant sensation. "Damn it, woman, if you keep biting me there, I'm not going to have any flesh left," she bitched.
Regina shifted downward, curled her stomach into a ball, and sank her teeth into Emma's breasts, once again finding a silencer for her call of ecstasy as she came for the second time that night. She slumped onto Emma's chest, content to leave their fingers nestled inside the tight wetness. Her cheek stuck lightly to her chest from their combined sweat.
She peeled it away and grinned like the Cheshire Cat at the woman beneath her. Emma grinned wickedly and jerked their fingers free of the greedy muscles holding them. Regina gasped, and then moaned when Emma shoved all four back inside of her, fucking her frantically.
"Emma," Regina cried. "Emma, yes," she encouraged the rough treatment, and Emma concentrated on the tightened face of sheer pleasure her queen wore.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she praised as she fucked Regina through the pleasure waves of one orgasm and slammed her into another one. Juice sloshed against their hands with each upward thrust and more spilled out as they released the tension spreading The Queen's reluctant muscles.
The sounds Regina made tore at Emma's stomach, clenching and releasing and bucking in search of stimulation that just wasn't there. The smell of her musk, the sight of her opened mouth and closed eyes, the feel of her slickness all over her hand and her tight pussy suckling her fingers. Emma bucked and held the position, tightening her muscles until it almost felt like pressure inside of her. Regina crashed into the waves of oblivion with another squall into Emma's shoulder, nails tearing at her side.
"Fuck, Regina, I need to…. I think, I'm…." Emma babbled. She was so close that one touch would have sent her over the edge. Regina surprised the hell out of her as she jerked her fingers free with another quiver of pleasure and pressed a finger lubricated with her own arousal against her clit.
It was too much. She'd already reached the point of over stimulation. "Regina, I need you inside," she instructed, praying her queen chose another time to be stubborn or pissy about taking orders.
Still jerking and quivering with her own extended orgasm, Regina shifted lower and plunged two fingers into her pet, not even bothering with gentle movements. Within three strokes of her curled fingers, Emma followed her over that cliff and clapped a hand over her mouth to cover the loud sounds flowing from them, some were curses, some were noises.
Regina rolled away limply, allowing her body to fall where it wanted on the bed. Two sets of fingers pulled free with the motion, and the two women panted side by side, unable to do anything aside from ride the ripples of warmth and adrenaline tingling through their veins.
"Holy shit," Emma muttered when chest stopped jogging up and down like she'd just sprinted a mile.
Regina chuckled. "I agree." Emma lulled her head towards Regina's face. She looked fucking gorgeous. Cheeks and chest shone a bright red brightly in the dim light of the lamp by the vanity, sweat glistened between her slightly heaving breasts.
"Now what?" Emma asked, unable to help the dark cloud hanging over her pleasure endorphin-induced almost-bliss.
"Now, we sleep," Regina stated reverently as though she'd not slept well in a while. Perhaps she hadn't, Emma reasoned.
"Yes, agreed, but here… I mean, together here," she clarified.
Regina sighed. She truly hadn't intended Emma to spend the night. The thought of sharing her bed bothered her slightly. Yet, "If your legs resemble mine at all, you are unable to walk that far, and I cannot summon magic to teleport you at the moment," she granted permission without actually saying it.
Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Regina beat her to it. "Since you're here, make yourself useful," she grouched and rolled to her side. "I'm cold."
Emma smirked. Regina wanted to cuddle? "Yes, Ma'am," she muttered playfully. Mustering all of her strength, she wrapped an arm around Regina's ribs and dragged her to the head of the bed and wrangled the blankets from beneath them.
"If you are strong enough to carry me, you are strong enough to walk," Regina reasoned, glaring up at her for being manhandled.
"Nu uh," Emma countered childishly, still riding her happy wave and collapsed onto a pillow, pulling the blanket over her head. Regina tried to be angry or irritated or anything that resembled something other than the warmth filling her chest and the smile cracking her face.
When Regina settled onto her own pillow, back still facing her, Emma wrapped an arm around her waist and splayed her fingers over her belly. "Your hand is wet," Regina sniped.
"It's your wetness," Emma reminded her. "That I'm not allowed to taste," she added with a frustrated grumble. Regina flicked her wrist, drying Emma's hand with magic. The Savior grinned wickedly.
"Thought you couldn't summon magic right now," she teased cautiously, not knowing how grumpy Regina might have been in her sleepy state.
"Good night, Miss Swan," Regina grumbled and burrowed into her pillow.
Emma settled onto hers and stared at the scars on Regina's back, fighting the urge to trace them. "Good night, Regina," she returned and forced her eyes to close lest she do something stupid like pillow talk. That would have her kicked out of the bed for sure.