It is all over - the monstrosity is finally complete.
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Mature again.
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Emma sat on the bed waiting for the woman she had realised meant much more to her than she had ever thought possible. With the brunette and their son beside her she couldn't ask for anything more. Her life buzzed with a radiance and happiness she had never known. She was contented and it felt good and she knew how very lucky she was.
Sitting waiting only further stoked her desire for the older woman, which wasn't very difficult as there was almost a permanent state of arousal between them in the relationship. Often Emma wouldn't last the day, strolling through the mansion door at lunchtime if she knew the brunette was home. Emma knew she had become greedy, needy and was close to being a slave to her own desire. The brunette was just as insatiable, they had christened the cells at the Sheriff's station several months ago when Regina had made it clear she couldn't wait for the Sheriff to take her home.
And the blonde had happily obliged that day, as she would now, after all the woman oozed sex from her high heeled walk to her bobbed hair and full lips. Why would she say no? How could she say no? So she never did.
Henry had struggled in the beginning with them being so openly affectionate, being a young boy he still thought it was gross. He didn't mind the fact they were in love so much that they were his Moms and he didn't want to see that. Not that he had actually witnessed anything graphic, his mothers' tried hard to shelter him from their more lustful and rampant activities. But despite their best efforts, his mothers' couldn't keep their hands off each other and by the 6 month point he had walked in on so many kisses that he just rolled his eyes and walk back out again.
But Emma knew this was more than just good sex, they were bound by love and it ran deep. And Regina knew it too, the brunette knew their feelings were so deep and intertwined that she had begun to wonder if it could be endless, whether it could cross realms or even planes or existence such as death. She had always thought that a myth, but the way her heart beat in synch with Emma's she wasn't sure anymore.
What the brunette had come to realise was that it didn't matter if they were soulmates bound by destiny or eternity or nothing at all. They had this life and she intended to live it like it was all she had. There would be no more wasting time, no more denials. What she had here was precious, and she would treasure it.
Emma thought back to that first drunken and sloppy kiss, never knowing it could lead here. She thought of the times they had argued, the heat and anger and the hatred between them. Of course Emma had been at a disadvantage, never knowing the truth of exactly why Regina hated her so vehemently, but now it was so different. They still bickered, they even fought, but there was always common ground. They worked through problems, talked much more than shouted and respected each other and were prepared to listen. Emma no longer stood stiff and tense waiting for the knife to be stuck in her back, both literally and metaphorically. She knew the worst that was likely to happen was dinner would be a silent affair before Regina grew tired and bored of ignoring her.
The woman who had cursed a whole forest of fairy tale characters and had waited years to exact her revenge, now couldn't stay angry enough for more than a few hours. She had realised somewhere along the line that time was precious, a gift to be savoured. She had come to understand that to spend it buried in hatred and aggression wasn't healthy and was a waste when you could spend it laughing and enjoying the company of others. She was still driven, passionate and responded with deep feeling but her life was filled with more desire than desperation, happiness rather than hatred and resonated with love rather than regret and remorse.
There were times when she smiled that it took Emma's breath away with the beauty of it. And when she laughed the blonde savoured every second, loving the sound of a relaxed Regina. The Queen still made an appearance, but she was restricted to piercing glances, a raised eyebrow and a fierce scowl, rather than fireballs and crippling pain and death.
Archie was seeing her twice a week and had been for a little over six months. Emma had moved in officially around the same time, bringing Henry back full time, so the three of them were under the same roof. And they enjoyed family time as much as alone time, dinners, movie nights, even just chasing each other around the garden in the late evening sun. Henry loved both his mothers and told them regularly, and he went to sleep in his old room with a tired but happy smile on his face most nights. That fact lifted Regina's heart even on the hard days she was enduring with Archie. Her son wanted her in his life and all the pain was worth it for him to be proud of her.
Regina had also recently gone back to the Mayor's office part time, as much to help the town from collapsing under Snow's incompetence than to keep herself occupied. She often came home to her Sheriff girlfriend and told her that the dim-witted White Queen should have stayed in the school, she was a passable teacher, but she could not run a town.
Emma just grinned, listening and withholding comment. She wasn't blinkered to her parent's short comings, and she knew Snow could be very annoying. To be sure Regina wouldn't revert to bodily harm around her previous nemesis the brunette woman had had many sessions with Archie before agreeing to take the job. She was learning anger management techniques but the easiest way to avoid conflict with Emma's mother was to avoid her. Regina often did the paperwork and organised meetings and the budgets. She let Snow do face to face canvasing and meet the constituents. She could do very little actual harm from there and the people loved her. It suited everyone, or it was the best of a bad situation at least.
Emma had started with two sessions a week with Archie but dropped down to one more recently as she began to admit more about her feelings and dig deeper, resolving some of her long-standing issues. The sessions were draining, but after each one Archie praised her for her strength and honesty and Emma did feel lighter. She knew she still had a long way to go, there were times Neal would grin at her when collecting Henry and she saw straight back to their past and shuddered at the potency of the memory. Love, hate and a multitude of emotions in between would rear their head and the blonde would have to swallow down her discomfort so Henry didn't become concerned. But he was Henry's father and he had been a good friend before her prison stint and now they had reconnected. She wanted a quick fix but knew she had to be patient over this and she was trying. Neal was trying too and she knew eventually it would be fine.
As was her brunette lover. The older woman even tolerated Snow and Charming, together, which made Emma smile. That behaviour just illustrated how much Regina loved her and would do anything for her, because she had left the past behind and tried to mend the relationships she had spent years in the Enchanted Forest destroying. She didn't embrace Emma's parents, but she allowed them to come to dinner and didn't outright attack them while they ate together. Emma saw her biting her tongue and sidestepping any comments that could start a conflict and her heart swelled with love, pride and gratitude for the woman.
Just this evening she had seen Regina swallow down sharp retorts and ignore making jibes she would previously had gleefully delighted in mentioning. And with every minute of peace and calm that reigned during dinner Emma felt more and more relaxed and hopeful for the future. Regina did draw the line at what she viewed as excessive personal contact and stood stiff as a board when Snow kissed her goodnight and Charming gave her a bear hug goodbye, but Emma suspected in time even that might thaw.
Tonight had been lovely as Henry was at the Tillman's for a sleep over with Nick. Regina had cooked a beautiful meal as they had enjoyed dinner with Snow and Charming. The conversation had flowed, some jokes shared and Emma loved the shade of teal Regina was wearing in her figure hugging dress. Emma had finally found her family and her place where she belonged and felt needed, wanted, and loved. She had her lover, her parents, a son and some truly good friends but now it was late, the guests had gone home and it was just the two of them. Tonight Emma was going to reward Regina for her great food, better wardrobe choice and of course, her patience and understanding in dealing with her parents.
She had made Regina a present, nothing too fancy, but something that summed up a big part of Emma's youth. And that was another thing Archie was trying to get her to see. That her childhood had been hard, but there were good points, there were some happy times. They just got buried and eclipsed with the bad. And this was something she wanted to share with Regina, this memory of a good time. So after the love making was done, she would talk with her lover, bringing them closer emotionally as well as physically with the intimacy they would have just shared.
The blonde had struggled through her forming years, never having much that was new or that was solely hers. At one of the state run homes she had been deposited at the kids had found a beaten up boom box, held together by packing tape. One of the older kids had managed to coax the machine back to life and someone had found a cassette they could record music from the radio onto. They could only get one station, but it played current pop tunes in the evenings. They often spent hours during the day when the station had phone-ins and talk shows that didn't hold their interest replaying their home made cassette. They huddled round the boom box listening to the current chart hits, even dancing together or separately if they really liked a song, belting out the lyrics and laughing at each other.
And after a few days they would get bored and record a different radio show with more current songs. They wore the tape out quickly recording over it again and again until it eventually got chewed up in the old machine one day. They managed to find another cassette, but the packing tape just wasn't enough to stop the thing from shuddering to a stop one day and no amount of coaxing or kicking brought it back to life. But until then, they had music to make the long and boring days go by a little quicker.
Then Neal had swept into her life, and again, they had very little to call theirs. But he had nervously given her a mix tape after a few weeks together, his version of a great romantic gesture. And to Emma, it had been. She had blasted it on the stereo in the bug, driving round with the windows down and feeling loved as she got to know each song he had picked out.
And she remembered that it was the effort she had liked, that Neal had listened to her stories about crowding round the radio at the group foster home and picked up on her love of music. He had made her feel so special, they were upbeat, pop love songs he had recorded and Emma had allowed herself to believe every word that was sung. About a promise of a future, about lasting forever.
To Emma it didn't matter that Neal had left her and technology had moved on, Emma still loved music and thought a mix tape could be romantic. She just wouldn't be putting any of the tunes Neal had given her on it. But that was the joy of music, there were so many songs to pick from, the genres and styles, decades of different artists and lyrics. She still enjoyed pop and rock, that was what she had known growing up, and this present would reflect that.
Emma liked it because it defined her generation, it was a time before YouTube and iPhones and immediate gratification. It required effort, so while the blonde was using modern appliances, the idea was old skool. She hoped Regina would understand when she explained it later. Emma wanted Regina to know that her childhood, the one Regina still blamed herself for ruining, wasn't all bad. Emma was beginning to get better at sharing and opening up and it created a feeling within her that their relationship was growing, getting stronger every day.
She had made a compilation of songs for Regina earlier in the week, had spent time collating them, thoughtfully picking ones that spoke better than she ever could about love and longing. Emma knew she wasn't a master of vocabulary, not like Regina who had been Queen and knew the right word for the right occasion. She often sounded like she had swallowed a dictionary, a thesaurus and a range of encyclopaedias, but Emma knew Regina didn't care that they were miles apart in education and social standing. Emma might not be as eloquent but they were able to have intimate conversations, they still bantered and baited one another but there was so much more to their relationship than that. They both preferred to use their mouths, lips and tongues for far more pleasurable exploits than talking and tonight Emma was going to show her lover exactly that.
She dropped her phone into the port on the speaker, hitting play and then divested herself of her remaining clothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, her expression expectant and full of love. She didn't have to wait long when the woman who seemed to consume all of her thoughts entered the bedroom and crossed it to stand enticingly in front of her. She cupped the blonde's face and traced gentle patterns and Emma turned her head and dropped a kiss onto her palm. As From This Moment On started to play and Shania Twain's slow declaration of love filled the room the blonde looked up and their eyes locked, both of them smiling happily at each other. There was no hard edge in Regina's gaze, all Emma saw was love and desire quickly filling the chocolate orbs. And Emma wanted to please her, so very much.
Licking her lips she ran her hand under the hem of the dress and up the brunette's outer thigh. She placed her hand against Regina's gorgeously curved ass and cupped a cheek. Emma smiled, there were no panties, Regina's little revenge to sit at a table with Emma's far too prim parents without underwear. Emma used her other hand to trace a pattern up the inner thigh, glad when she felt the woman above her inhale as Emma danced her fingertips across the sensitive skin. She stopped her teasing fingers to push up the dress so that it rested bunched against Regina's hips and her hot breath spilled out over her lips as she looked at one of the most beautiful sights, Regina's quickly dampening pussy.
And Emma wanted her.
Every time they came together like this is became harder for the blonde to take it slow and take her time, so she didn't. She knew they had all night to claim each other, so she didn't feel guilty at all about giving in to her own desire. She gave in completely, snaking out her tongue and parting the woman's lower lips, seeking out the bundle of nerves that made Regina arch into her. Emma grinned, a wicked little thing as her lover moaned and whimpered her name as she exacted pressure with her tongue.
Emma pulled away, and loved the disappointed noise that fell from plump, red, luscious lips. She wanted a kiss, but before that she wanted her lover in bed with her, wanted them pressed against each other so she could feel her. The blonde wanted to be skin on skin, to feel the warmth and softness of the brunette's body under her fingertips and plunder her mouth. So she stood and quickly undid the zipper on the dress, pushing the clinging fabric down until it pooled round the brunette's feet and then took her hand and pulled the naked beauty back onto the bed with her.
The blonde kissed her, hard and forcefully, her tongue thrusting deep and demanding. And the older woman could taste her arousal on Emma's lips and kissed back with equal fervour. It was passionate and raw and full of teeth nipping and tongues duelling. Emma felt erect nipples pushing against her and reached a hand up to play with one, the peak being rolled between nibble fingers and she swallowed the gasp of pleasure from the ruby lips it had left.
Emma eventually left the woman's lips to start sucking on her jawline and neck and Regina began to run her fingers over a pale skinned, muscled, bare back. When she reached the shoulders she dug in with her nails as Emma became forceful and took more skin between her lips, using her teeth to create an excited hiss from the brunette.
"Harder Emma, make me feel it."
"Feeling demanding tonight?" Emma broke away from the skin she was suckling on and asked. She didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "Good, because I want to serve you."
And she redoubled her efforts, descending the brunette's body and marking patches of skin. As Regina held her head down and encouraged her, Emma left a smattering of purple and bruising marks. When she reached the brunette's breast she bit down almost hard enough to drawn blood and was pleased with the moaned growl the brunette produced.
"Enjoying yourself?" Emma queried as she looked at the woman reclining on the pillows, her eyes dark with yearning and hooded lust.
"Very much so." Regina responded, "How about you?" And then she pounced, quickly leaning forward and running her finger through the warm wetness at the apex of Emma's thighs.
At the touch of Regina's finger against her clit Emma gasped, but it was only momentary contact before Regina fell back to the pillows with the finger buried between her lips, sucking Emma's juices from it and smirking wickedly. "Oh yes, it seems you are." She husked out and Emma was immediately in her space, kissing her with abandon.
As the older woman tried to snake her hand down Emma's body her hands were grasped and stopped.
"This is about you." Emma told her before resuming the kisses.
Never one to take orders well Regina still tried to touch Emma, but she just batted the questing fingers away from her nipples, making a pleased and contented noise when Regina finally settled her hands onto the blonde's hips and just pulled them closer together. Emma's leg slipped against the brunette's centre, and she allowed Regina to rock against her, but she kept most of her weight laying against the brunette and didn't lift herself up. It meant Regina didn't have the leverage to thrust herself against Emma as she would have liked and she mewled in disappointment, digging her nails into the skin of Emma's hips in retaliation.
"Shh." The blonde whispered, "Be patient."
She wanted the older woman to come in her mouth, she wanted to taste her, to drink her in. But only after a little teasing. She wanted to work her up before finishing her off.
As Emma worshipped the older woman, dancing her fingers on every available surface of skin, tracing patterns on her flat stomach and round her breasts she began to descent her body, nibbling, kissing, and nipping as she went. She spent time massaging one breast while her mouth toyed with the other, biting the nipple and then skimming it with her tongue before swapping over to pay equal attention to the other breast. And the brunette whimpered, trying to get some friction against her needy clit.
As the brunette became impatient she moaned, "Emma, please put your mouth on me." The breathless quality to it had Emma smiling smugly.
"Would Her Majesty like that?" Emma looked up at the woman. Her chest was rising a little more quickly and her skin was covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Emma knew the woman's desire and heartrate were increasing nicely, the begging an even clearer sign that the woman was unravelling. She ran her tongue out over her lips and watched the brunette's eyes follow the path.
"Darling it would please me immensely." The words rang with lust, deep and sensual.
"It would please me too, My Queen." And Emma wasted no further time, she set to her task enthusiastically, her fingers spreading the older woman open so her tongue could move eagerly over the exposed and swollen flesh. She set to work feasting on the woman, sampling her juices and moaning at the taste as she brushed the tip of her tongue over the hard nub that had Regina writhing.
And Regina was vocal in her encouragement, digging her heels into the mattress to be able to thrust her hips until Emma held her down. After that Emma knew it wouldn't be long before Regina reached her peak, so she entered her with two fingers and sped up the dancing of her tongue, flicking her clit mercilessly. As she buried her fingers deep into the tight, clenching channel, her thrusts hard she felt Regina bury her hands into her hair and hold her down. She moaned and the vibration was enough to send the older woman over the edge, she went rigid, her back lifting from the mattress before falling back down to the bed where her hips weakly thrust a few times against Emma's still buried fingers, riding the last of the waves of her orgasm.
It was hours later as they were laying catching their breathes in a brief interlude, that the song changed and Starship's Set The Night to Music filled the speakers. Regina quickly rolled out of Emma's loose hug and got out of the bed, grabbing at the phone and moving the song on.
Emma was confused, "Hey, that's a beautiful song!" she exclaimed.
"Yes it is My Love. I don't have a problem with Diane Warren's lyrics, however I can't listen to that version, it has to be the Roberta Flack one if we are going to listen to it."
Emma sat up and stared at the woman, who it appeared was very serious. Emma was used to the bizarre behaviour, she just rolled with it now. "Dare I even ask why?"
"That version, Emma Darling, is by Starship."
"Yeah, I know, great American rock band." Emma was nodding, still completely at a loss as to what point Regina was trying to make.
"Starship, who have been renamed and rebranded several times over started as Jefferson Airplane, then Jefferson Starship. I think now you might understand the issue I have?"
Emma laughed heartily as she settled back on the pillows and held her hand out to the beautiful woman, who seemed to know far more about music history than Emma did, despite not originally being from this world.
Regina took the offered hand and allowed herself to be swallowed up into a loving hug, gently kissing the blonde. "I might have forgiven him for his actions, after all I did abandon him in Wonderland with Mother, had he not quite obviously been quite taken with you and enjoyed tying you up when he kidnapped you. He never did learn not to touch my things or that crossing me came with consequences."
"Oh, so even back then I was yours, was I?" Emma joked, dropping a kiss onto soft brown hair.
"As a plaything, yes, you were most definitely mine." Regina grinned up at the younger woman.
"And now?" Emma teased, smacking Regina's naked behind.
"You are the best plaything." She teased back and held onto the blonde even more tightly, because Emma wasn't just the best, she was her world.
"I like the sound of that." Emma told her, kissing her gently.
"What we have between us is something special, something beautiful. Something far deeper, and far better than I have ever known." Regina turned the conversation serious and Emma nodded her agreement. Emma knew not to interrupt, Archie had said if Regina wanted to open up and talk the best thing Emma could do was listen. It had taken her months to learn to curb her impulse to ask questions and just be there for the older woman.
"I love you so much. I didn't think it was possible to be happy like this again and I will try my very best to let you know every day how important you are to me."
Emma just kissed her cheek, accepting the promise as truth. They were honest with each other now and she felt unbelievably safe and wanted, not just physically but emotionally and her heart brimmed when they were pressed close like this. Regina felt it, they had a pull between them and she smiled at the blonde and interlaced their fingers together. As she looked into the hazel eyes and began to get lost there the younger woman grinned back dopily, equally enchanted.
"I know you love me, I feel it so strongly at times. I don't presume to know why but I am glad for you and for Henry."
"Good, because we aren't going anywhere." Emma finally spoke, kissing her forehead.
"Thank you for loving me." Regina whispered and Emma knew she should tell her she deserved it, that she didn't have to say thank you. But there was a lump in her throat and she needed a moment to collect herself.
Regina noticed and teased, "Why Miss Swan, are you speechless?"
"Just a little emotional." The blonde told her, "That was intense and hit me harder than I thought."
"It was true." Regina told her and Emma kissed her then, pouring all her feelings into it. Trying to make sure the older woman knew she was worthy of love, that both Emma and Henry would be there no matter what.
As they parted Emma told her, "You don't need to thank me for that," Emma dropped another kiss onto the brunette's head and breathed in deeply. She got caught up in the silky soft feeling of the hair, the fragrance and the moment as she inhaled and then rested her chin on the crown of the brunette's head, relaxing in the loving feeling coursing through her.
"I wanted to." The brunette told her softly, reaching up with a hand and tracing Emma's pale features, tugging so they were again face to face. Then she continued to move her hand, bringing just a fingertips touch down Emma's collarbone and arm and then returning it just as gently over the blonde's shoulder and burying it into her hair. Emma felt her nipples tighten at the gentle caress, the touch exciting her to exhale in a sharp sigh.
"Well speaking for myself, I want you, right now." Emma responded.
Regina moaned and licked her lips, loving Emma when she was possessive and demanding like this. And being close to Emma like this was when Regina felt most powerful. Her magic though vastly diminished sparked and rumbled inside her, reacting to Emma's own magic, wanting to intertwine. And she knew in those moments her magic wasn't gone, she just needed to give it time. And she felt she had a lifetime, she could take it slow and the initial panic that had encompassed her at being without her magic had calmed. She smiled at her lover and nudged their noses together.
"Then take me, Princess." She responded throatily, desire and the faint trace of magic making her light headed.
Emma flipped them so she was on top. They both laughed, relaxed and happy in the cocoon of the duvet and their love. As naked hot flesh pressed flush against heated skin they kissed fully, deeply and demandingly. Emma felt Regina return it with the same intensity and knew she had finally found herself and while searching she had also found an equal, a match, a true love.
As Boyz II Men's I'll Make Love To You began to play Emma intended to make sure exactly that happened and as breathy sighs and moans filled the air she knew this was more than something, this was everything.
And that's it. Thanks for joining me for the ride. Sorry it has taken so long and I wish you all the best.