Our leading ladies are going to go on a little trip. Thanks to my beta Abigail Sykes.
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The first game of Emma's ban was an away game, which to Emma's dismay, the Slayers lost. It had been the first time Regina had watched a Slayers game in Emma's presence and it was the most passionate Regina had seen her lover outside of the bedroom. Ingrid had decided that it wouldn't be prudent for Emma to travel with the team to watch the game, so they had watched it at home together.
The following two weeks were the international break for friendly games. Emma wasn't banned from playing for her country, but because of the injury to her hand, the medics wouldn't pass her to play, so she and Regina decided to take a little weekend trip to a very exclusive resort on a tiny island off the coast of Jamaica. The resort is the only one in the Caribbean that has over-the-water villas and Emma thought it would be a wonderful treat for her pregnant fiancée. Regina had been enchanted by the luxurious island as soon as Emma had shown her the website and Mal had once again been very accommodating in organising the trip around her shifts.
Kathryn had declined their offer for her to go with them because she had already made plans with Ruby to accompany her to Brazil for the friendly game that was scheduled the same weekend. Both Emma and Regina were secretly pleased to be able to be by themselves on their romantic getaway, not that either of them would have minded if Kathryn had decided to go with them.
"Do you have everything you need?" Emma asks Regina as the driver packs their luggage into the trunk of the limo she had booked to take them to the airport.
"Yeah, I think that's everything. If not, I'm sure I can manage on what I have packed for the four days."
"True. All you really need is your toothbrush and your swimwear," Emma says with a wiggle of her eyebrows, "and I'm not even sure how much use you're going to be getting out of the swimwear," she adds with a wink.
After the transfer to the airport, a four hour flight and a two minute speedboat ride later, they are being led down the pier to their private over-the-water villa by their personal butler, who had greeted them with a refreshing hand towel and drinks on their arrival. When they arrived at their villa, he shows them around their accommodation and how to work the state of the art gadgets it was fitted with as well as the mobile phone they could use to contact him throughout their stay for anything they wanted.
Regina knew what to expect after seeing it all on the website, but to see it in real-life was even more spectacular than she had thought possible. From the see-through glass floor to the over-the-water hammock to the private infinity pool, plus much more, it was by far the nicest place she had ever stayed, and she didn't think anywhere could have beaten their stay in Paris. She stood corrected.
The butler offered to unpack their suitcases but Regina felt uncomfortable with that level of service and Emma just wanted to be alone with Regina, so after a hefty tip, he politely smiles and leaves them to explore what is to be their home for the next few days.
Regina starts unpacking immediately. Emma would rather leave it until later but she knows Regina likes to have things in order so she starts helping her as best she can with only one hand at her disposal.
"Would you mind getting me a water, please?" Regina asks after a few moments of watching Emma struggling as she tries to help but is probably only putting creases into the clothes.
"Am I messing with your inner perfectionist with the way I'm hanging the clothes?" Emma teases, knowing that's exactly what it is. Regina gives her an apologetic look. "I'll go get you a water," Emma says with a smile and a kiss to her cheek. It takes her longer than it normally would to unscrew the water bottles but once she has, she takes them through and hands one to Regina, who had just hung the last item of clothing.
"I feel a bit icky after the flight. I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can sunbathe?" Regina asks between small sips of water.
"Okay. I'll get changed and see you out there." Emma goes to what has been assigned as her side of the wardrobe and grabs a pair of swimming trunks and a matching sports bra. Once she's put them on, she slathers her pale skin in sunscreen as best she can with only one useful hand then she goes outside to the decking area. There is the infinity pool and two loungers on one side, an outside lounge area directly in front as she steps outside, an over-the-water hammock on the other side, and a few steps that lead down to another platform that's just slightly higher than the turquoise sea. Emma decides to go down to the platform so she can sit on the edge and dangle her legs into the warm, crystal clear water. This was just what they needed: a bit of relaxation away from everything to just be with each other.
When Regina steps out of the shower, feeling cleaner than she had since she stepped off the private jet and into the heat of Jamaica, she quickly dries herself on one of the soft cotton towels hanging nearby and then slips on her bikini. She was a little bit nervous about wearing it because she had really started to show and she wasn't in the privacy of their home or garden. Even though the villas are private and there is no way anyone would be able to see her, it felt different compared to being at home. She tries to shake her doubts away. Emma hadn't once made her feel anything less than beautiful throughout her pregnancy. So, it was a bit of a surprise to be greeted by Emma in the way that she was.
"You're going to sunbathe, in that?" Emma asks when she hears footsteps and turns around to see Regina walking down to the platform she is sitting on. She's wearing a white two piece, her slightly rounded stomach on show.
For the first time in a long time, the nagging feeling of self-doubt and worthlessness surge through her veins. "I can go put something else on if..."
"No, no, no, no, no, shit, no. I didn't mean it like that," Emma promises as she pulls her legs out of the water and stands up. She rushes over to her fiancée, only realising how her words sounded when Regina's smile had morphed into a look of insecurity. "What I meant to say was, your skin is more sensitive during pregnancy and it's like thirty something degrees [EBG1] out here. I don't want you to get burnt." She knows Regina only ever wears a maximum of factor fifteen sunscreen because her beautiful olive skin was better equipped to deal with the sun than her own paler body. She kicks herself when she feels Regina's shoulders sag under her hands. She can't believe she said something like that without thinking it through and inadvertently upsetting her love.
"I know, that's why I was going to use your sunscreen," she quietly mumbles as she holds her hand out to reveal Emma's bottle of factor fifty in her grasp.
"I'm really sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that, right?" Regina looks down to her feet and shrugs. Emma cups her chins until Regina looks at her. "Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, now more than ever," she says sincerely as her bandaged hand drops to her stomach to caress the ever-growing bump. "You look absolutely stunning. I just worried with the sun... and your skin being more sensitive," she says remorsefully.
She sighs. "I know you didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry too. I think with all these pregnancy hormones my skin isn't the only thing that's sensitive."
"Why don't you sit down on one of the sun loungers and I'll put the sunscreen on you and then I'll call to have some food brought over." Emma suggests as she guides her to a lounger and sits with her legs akimbo in front of her, mirroring the brunette's position. She takes the sunscreen from Regina and flips the cap before holding it above her rounded stomach and squirting a healthy dollop onto tanned skin. She quickly flips the cap back on and drops the bottle between them before reaching out to gently and slowly rub the cream into her skin.
"The rest of my skin is going to burn by the time you've finished there," Regina teases the blonde who is meticulous in the way she covers every single inch of her skin between the bikini bottoms and bra. Regina reaches for the sunscreen and squeezes some into her hand before rubbing them together and then applying the cream to her arms, quickly and efficiently as Emma continues to lovingly caress her stomach.
"By the way, Cocoon," Emma whispers to the bump, "your mom can be quite impatient." She looks up and gives Regina a sly smile before picking the sunscreen back up and repeating the process on her olive legs. She takes her time, particularly when she reaches the top of Regina's thighs. Her cock gives a small twitch of appreciation at the sight and feel of Regina. "Wanna go inside?" Emma asks as she practically salivates over the firm flesh in her hands as she works the cream into the skin around the bikini line.
"We didn't come all the way to Jamaica just to stay inside. I've only been in the sun for about ten minutes."
"Are you really picking sunbathing over me?" Emma jokingly asks.
"It was a tough decision but I know I can have you whenever I want," she says with a cheeky wink, "I don't have quite that much power over the sun," she replies jovially, "so I need to make the most of it before we go back home."
"Fine," Emma pretends to no longer be interested, "but this," she points to her crotch, "is now out of bounds to you."
"Well, I suppose we could sneak inside for half an hour," Regina purrs as she runs her hand up Emma's thigh, causing a very noticeable twitch in her swimming trunks.
"Yeah?" Emma asks excitedly.
"No. I want to lay in the sun. You are just so easy," she chuckles.
"No one can see us out here," Emma meekly suggests with a small shrug of her shoulders. Regina raises an eyebrow at the implication. "Fine," Emma sulkily huffs to Regina's amusement, "let me get your back," she offers as she stands up before sitting back down behind the brunette, whose hair is tied up in the cutest little ponytail. She places a small kiss to her bare shoulder before muttering to herself, "damn temptress."
Regina smiles to herself, happy in the knowledge that Emma still wants her as she's progressing through the pregnancy. Emma still hasn't given her the slightest reason to think otherwise, even with her hormones making her a little more sensitive.
Once Emma has smothered Regina's back and shoulders in the protective cream, she lays back and pulls Regina backwards with her. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sunbathe in, but she wasn't ready to move over to her own sun lounger just yet. The sun was beating down on her face and Regina was in her arms, life was perfect.
After a lazy afternoon of lying about in the sun, with intermittent dips in the cool water of the infinity pool, they take a quick shower together, but not before Emma secretly calls their personal butler to have a romantic candlelit dinner set up on their decking area.
"Have you enjoyed yourself today?" Emma whispers into her ear from behind as she holds around Regina, the spray of the shower head washing over them. A special plastic cover keeps her bandaged arm dry in the shower.
"It's been incredibly relaxing, just what I needed. Thank you." She turns in Emma's arms and reaches up to wrap her arms around the taller woman's neck, pulling her down into a passionate kiss. She swipes her tongue over Emma's bottom lip and as soon as the thin lips part, she takes advantage and slips her tongue into the blondes mouth in search of her lover's warm muscle. She had been burning with desire since she had refuted Emma's advances earlier in the day. She had to do it, or they would have ended up wasting their holiday by spending the entire weekend in bed. She couldn't wait any longer. Her core throbs when she moves even closer to Emma's limp dick pressed against her pelvis. She lightly scratches at the back of Emma's neck and gently rocks her hips against the soft appendage between them.
Emma groans internally. That was Regina's signature move when she wanted to get more intimate. It's not that she doesn't want things to go further, because after a day of massaging lotion into Regina's skin as the brunette wore nothing but a bikini, she really wants things to go further, but she knows the butler would be outside setting things up and neither of them were the quietest during sex. They couldn't do this right now, not without scarring the butler for life and ruining the surprise candlelit dinner.
She very reluctantly pulls back from the kiss when her dick gives the first sign of life. "So, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Regina looks at her like she has two heads. "You just stopped kissing me so you could ask what I want for dinner?"
After their little misunderstanding earlier, Emma knows she had to be careful with how she handles this. She has to tread carefully because of Regina's hormones. "I need to make sure my two loves are well fed and looked after," she says with a gently stroke of Regina's belly, "my appetite for you can wait until later." She leans down to kiss Regina again, leaving the brunette with no room to doubt just how much she is wanted.
Regina hums dreamily when their kiss ends. "Okay, but after dinner you are all mine," she states determinedly. "As for dinner, I would really like a salad... but I think your baby would love a burger and fries." She didn't want to admit that she was craving something so greasy and unhealthy.
Emma throws her head back and laughs, "so the blame lies with me when you want junk food?"
"I don't want it, your baby does," she smiles as she keeps up the pretence. "Do you think a luxury resort like this even does burger and fries?"
"If my baby wants burger and fries, then that's exactly what my baby will have, even if I have to swim to the mainland myself to get it." Emma promises. "Why don't you take your time in here and I'll go see if they can make that for you or if I have to put my swimwear back on," Emma jokes. Regina loves long showers and baths, something she had never been allowed before, so Emma knows she would have enough time to have their food order changed. She had asked for a variety of sample dishes to be made because Regina always loves to try a bit of everything. It was the chef in her.
Twenty minutes later, Regina steps out onto the decking in sandals, black shorts and a white tee, her wet hair scraped back into a small ponytail and her face bare of makeup. She gasps when she sees Emma sitting at the table set up on the small platform at the bottom of the steps, dressed in a smart but casual, crisp white shirt, beige chinos and light brown boat shoes. Her hair had been towel dried and scraped back into a loose ponytail. She looked absolutely breath-taking.
"I thought this would be nicer than eating inside," Emma says as she jogs up the steps to Regina.
"It is," Regina agrees as she takes in the sun setting on the horizon. The cool breeze a welcome relief from the blazing sun they had sat under all afternoon.
"Then let me escort you to your seat," Emma offers as she holds out her bent arm for Regina to take.
"I need to get changed and out some makeup on. I didn't know you were going to go to all this trouble," she rushes out feeling very under-dressed all of a sudden.
"You look perfect as you are," Emma says sincerely before stealing a kiss, "besides, it was no trouble. Literally. I just made a phone call to the butler. He set it all up."
Regina smiles at Emma's sweet words and links her arm through Emma's offered one so they can walk down to the table. "Bluebells," she whispers when she notices the small vase of them that sat next to an ornate candlestick, between two plates that were covered with cloches. "How did you even get those?"
"Don't you worry about that." She'd had them brought over on their private jet because she always made sure they had a vase of them on the dining table at home because of how they always made Regina smile. She pulls out a chair for Regina, "let's see what they managed to put together for us," she says, already knowing exactly what was under the metal domes. She removes the one covering Regina's plate to reveal the burger and fries that Regina had asked for before removing her own, which was a duplicate of Regina's. One thing Emma hadn't counted on was how hard it was to eat a burger with one hand.
"Would you like me to cut it up for you?" Regina offers as Emma struggles to pick up the overfilled bun.
"No way. That's no way to eat a burger," Emma replies as she manages to pick it up and take a bite, causing the burger to push backwards and fall out of the bun and onto her plate.
"Are you sure?" Regina asks with a giggle.
"I'll manage," Emma stubbornly huffs as she picks up the burger and shoves it back between the bun, getting ketchup all over her fingers.
Regina smiles in amusement as she watches Emma struggle. Only her fiancée would be covered in ketchup as she struggles to one-handedly wrestle with a burger in a luxurious five-star resort on a private island.
After their dinner, the butler comes to clear everything away and they go to lay on the over-the-water hammock. Regina lays in Emma's arms as they listen to the water break against the stilts of the villa. Her fingers slip under the hem of Emma's shirt and trace the dip between her defined abs.
"That feels nice," Emma whimpers at the featherlight touch on her stomach.
"Oh yeah? How about this?" She drags her finger down Emma's torso and unbuttons her pants before slipping her hand beneath the band of her boxers so she can grope her dick. It was a daring move, but the lingering desire from the shower hadn't dissipated one bit.
"Fuck," she moans as she scrunches her eyes shut and her dick twitches of its own volition in the small hand that barely manages to cup it.
"Let's go inside," Regina states more than suggests. She had been denied her desperate need for Emma in the shower, but she wasn't going to let herself be denied any longer.
Emma nearly falls as she scrambles to get off the hammock in her rush to get Regina into bed. It had been a long day of watching her golden goddess in her bikini and she didn't want to wait a second longer. She helps Regina from the hammock and leads her inside, leaving the glass doors open behind them.
Regina spins Emma around when they reach the foot of the bed and stands on her tiptoes so she can reach up and kiss her hungrily. She pushes her tongue past soft pink lips before Emma has even had a chance to register what is happening.
When Emma's mind eventually catches up with her, she holds onto curvy hips and pulls her closer as Regina's tenacious tongue dominates her mouth.
They both kick their footwear off and Regina doesn't waste any time in pushing Emma's pants and boxers down her muscular thighs before doing the same to her own panties and shorts as they continue to kiss. They only stop momentarily when she pulls Emma's shirt over her head to avoid undoing all the buttons, then their lips meet again until Regina pulls her tee over her own head.
Emma feels like she is struggling to keep up with how quickly Regina was making everything happen, so she pulls back from the kiss. "Someone's in a rush," she jokes but Regina's doesn't crack a smile. She simply takes Emma's good hand and slips it between her legs.
"Fuck," Emma moans at the copious wetness she finds between swollen lips. Her cock starts to swell and grow between them.
Regina closes her eyes and basks in the firm fingers massaging her just where she needs it. The gentle touch sends ripples of pleasure to her core as her stomach twists in anticipation.
"Take your bra off," Emma commands before kissing her again. She was unable to it with her bandaged hand and unwilling to remove her other hand from the warm wetness she was exploring.
Regina does just that and when she's completely naked, she moves a hand to the hardening appendage between the blonde's thighs, as her other hand goes to grip the back of the blonde's neck. She runs her fingers over the leaking tip, then drags them down the shaft to make it easier and more comfortable to jerk the thick rod that was now at full mast.
"I need you," Regina whimpers against thin lips, "I need you inside me."
Getting the wrong end of the stick, Emma uses her middle finger to circle the brunette's entrance.
"No," Regina corrects her, "I need you inside me." She squeezes the dick in her hand when she says 'you' to emphasise her point.
Emma thought it was redundant to again mention in how much of a rush Regina was, especially because of just how wet the brunette is, so she just dumbly nods her head.
Regina moves to the bed and Emma desperately tries to pull her sports bra off, the only thing that was standing in the way of her being completely naked with her lover. It was proving difficult with only one hand and also because she was rushing. When she turns around to face the bed, she moans loudly and her dick twitches as a fresh bead of pre-cum drips from her tip. Regina was on all fours, her pink, swollen centre was spread and on show, glistening and just waiting to be filled. She climbs onto the bed and sits on her knees behind Regina. She leans forward on her good hand and kisses the brunette's shoulder until Regina turns her head so they can kiss properly.
Regina pushes back, searching for the dick she wants to feel buried deep inside of her. "Emma," she whinges as she breaks off the kiss. She can already feel her centre clenching in desperate need.
Emma chuckles at her impatience. She again moves to sit back on her knees and takes her dick in her hand, guiding it backwards and forwards between slick lips, making sure to graze over Regina's swollen clit each time. She takes her time to slip through the sodden folds and drench her dick in Regina's essence. The more she teases and strokes herself through the slippery flesh, the headier her lovers scent becomes as it fills her nostrils. The scent was intoxicating but it wasn't enough. She needed to taste her, to have Regina's unique flavour in her mouth, coating her tongue and filling her throat every time she takes a breath. She pulls back a little and leans down until her mouth is mere millimeters from her lover's soaked pussy. She takes a deep breath of the arousing scent before sticking her tongue out and licking her from her clit to her entrance, her tongue capturing as much of Regina's fluid as it could. She lets the liquid coat her mouth before swallowing it down. "You taste so fucking good."
"If you don't fuck me right now..." She couldn't take it anymore. She needed Emma to fill and fuck her.
Emma lines herself up with Regina's clenching entrance before she can finish her threat. She pushes forward until the bulbous head sinks past the ring of muscle. "Mmmm," she moans at the tight grip around her sensitive tip. "Shit." Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when Regina quickly pushes back so that her entire length is forced inside the snug pussy in one swift thrust and the back of Regina's thighs are pressed against her pelvis.
"Yes," Regina groans as she falls to her elbows, her face pressed in the mattress as she grips onto the cover. "Fuck me, Swan," comes the muffled command, as she squeezes her pussy around the deeply buried shaft.
Emma doesn't need telling twice. She holds onto tanned hips (very loosely with her broken hand) and pulls back until only her throbbing tip remains inside the silken pussy, then pushes back in until she's balls deep once again. Her hips rock backwards and forwards, constantly chasing the euphoric moans that escapes Regina's throat each time she bottoms out inside of her. She's grateful for the gentle breeze on her back, as she begins to sweat from the exertion of pushing through the swollen walls that grip her tightly. It feels like she's fucking a jar of molasses. The friction and squeeze are complete heaven.
She's not sure if it's because of the pregnancy or just because Emma has had her hands on her for most of the day, but she is hornier than she can ever remember being and already so very close to her sweet release. She reaches between her own legs to rub her clit and help diffuse some of the almost-painful tension that's building up inside her. She couldn't take the delicious torture any longer. She needs to cum. "Faster," she begs as she furiously rubs the oversensitive nub with her middle finger.
Emma puts her back into it and speeds up her thrusts, the tightness the grips her shaft almost makes it impossible, but she wants Regina to reach her release. There is always a special sort of pride she feels when Regina cums before she does. Her knees have little traction on the bed, and she slips lower as they spread further apart. She's just about to lift herself up a little when Regina lets out a particularly deep grunt because of the new angle, so she focuses on staying exactly as she is and pounding into her from the angle she's in.
"Oh god Emma... yes... don't stop." The sound and feel of Emma's heavy balls slapping against her pussy have her thighs shaking as her orgasm quickly approaches.
"You gonna cum over my dick, baby?" She silently prays that Regina would before she loses it and cums before her. This was the only time in her life she was glad to not be looking at Regina's beautiful face or she would have cum already.
Regina can't hold back any longer. She bites down on the cover as Emma's dirty words send her into orgasmic bliss. Her swollen walls clench and grasp around the cock that has stilled inside her. She grunts and moans around the material in her mouth as her entire body thrums with pleasure. She's so high she's barely even aware of her liquid release running down her thighs.
The grip around Emma's cock is almost painful. Between that and the sight of Regina's release dripping down her thighs, she has to squeeze her eyes shut tightly and focus on keeping her load in her balls. Whenever Regina cums this quickly, a second round would always shortly follow and Emma wants to make sure she can keep up with her. She takes deep breathes and concentrates on her breathing until the grip on her dick starts to ease off and Regina's moaning and panting starts to even out.
Regina all but collapses on the bed. The only thing keeping her from completely collapsing in the dick inside of her. "More," she demands when the breath comes back to her lungs.
Emma quirks an eyebrow, but happily begins thrusting back in and out. The noise as she pushes into Regina's wetness encourages her to quickly build up her pace again. She bends over and puts her weight on her elbows to help alleviate a bit of the ache in her legs, but also so she could stroke Regina's stomach as she kisses her sweaty back, before gently nipping at her earlobe and sucking it. Her hard nipples push against the soft skin of Regina's back and drag backwards and forwards over the warm flesh as she thrusts inside her.
Regina's abused clit feels hypersensitive, but the low grunting noises Emma is making in her ear has her reaching for it once again. The feel and sound of Emma's balls again smacking against her pussy, as the blonde thrusts into her deeper and harder, has her back on the edge of bliss for the second time in minutes.
"Emma... yes... Emma." All other words had become lost in the cocktail of endorphins and Oxycontin that was racing through her body. The blonde's name becomes a mantra that falls from her lips each time the thick head of Emma's cock hits her cervix.
"Fuck... so good..." Emma was beginning to run out of words herself as her balls tighten and the squeeze around her cock intensifies. Her hips pick up speed as she ruts faster into Regina's hot, wet friction.
"Emma..." Regina wails into the mattress as her walls clamp down around the shaft inside her.
Emma's hips stutter before stilling as her balls empty and she shoots her load inside her lover. She's presses up tightly against her ass, she couldn't get any deeper inside her. The only sign of movement on the outside of their bodies are their heaving chests as they stay pressed against each other and ride out their shared bliss. When Emma's last drip of seed had been milked from her cock and Regina's walls stop twitching, the brunette collapses fully onto the bed and Emma collapses with her but she is sure to keep her weight on her elbows, so she doesn't crush Regina's stomach into the mattress.
"That was so worth waiting all day for," Emma happily sighs into Regina's sweaty neck when she's gone completely limp. She gently kisses the flushed skin then moves her lips lower, kissing her shoulder and down her back. All the while whispering how beautiful her lover is. She pushes herself up onto her good hand so she can watch their combined fluids drip out of Regina when she pulls her softening cock out of her. She loves watching their mixed orgasms seep out from the brunette. She smiles at the mess they had made on the sheets, not caring that she would probably have to sleep in it. The smile falls from her face when her cock fully slips out and as well as being covered in their joint release, she notices there is also blood. "No, no. Please let it be me," she whispers to herself as she grabs an edge of the cover to wipe her cock on so she can see where the blood is coming from. To her horror, it wasn't coming from her.
On closer inspection she could see it was definitely coming from Regina. "Shit...baby, you're bleeding." Her voice was full of panic. "Regina, you're bleeding," she says more loudly. It pulls Regina out of her sex induced stupor.
"What?"
"You're bleeding!" There was no hiding the terror in her voice as she jumps out of the bed and picks up the phone to call their personal butler to demand a doctor immediately. She is reassured that they would have the resort doctor with her in only a few minutes.
Regina rushes to the bathroom to clean herself up and check herself over. She feels completely fine, no pain, no cramps, nothing. Besides the small amount of blood that she wiped away with a tissue, there was no other sign that anything was wrong. Still, she couldn't stop her mind from going to a dark place and thinking the worst. Things had been going too smoothly for too long and that just never happened in her life. This was just payback for her finally enjoying her life, she sullenly thinks.
As soon as Emma is done on the phone, she rushes through to the bathroom to find Regina crying on the toilet. "It's okay, it's okay, sweetheart. It's all going to be okay." Emma repeats like a robot, as she leans down to wrap her arms around Regina. She wants to be strong and tell her not to worry, but the worst thoughts imaginable are running through her head and she breaks down and cries into dark locks.
A few minutes pass as they silently cry and hold onto each other. A loud 'hello' at the back of the bungalow has Emma springing into action. She grabs one of the robes that is hanging on the wall and helps Regina into it when the brunette stands up, she then chucks the other one on herself and call back, "in here."
They recognise their butler but not the taller man in a suit that is with him. "Hello, I'm Doctor Smith," the man in the suit introduces himself. He forgoes any further pleasantries because the two women in front of him do not look to be in the mood for small talk. "Can you please tell me in your own words what the problem seems to be?" He'd had very few details passed onto him because Emma had rushed the phone call and not passed on much information to the butler in her panic-stricken state.
Emma wipes her face with the sleeve of the robe and takes a deep breath before speaking. "We were having sex and I noticed that Regina was bleeding internally. She's sixteen weeks pregnant," Emma finishes as a sob tears through her.
He looks to Regina who was wiping at the tears falling down her cheeks. "That can be quite normal," he wasn't saying it to reassure them, but simply as a matter of fact. "Did you experience any pain during intercourse?" She shakes her head in the negative. "Have you experienced any pain or cramping in your lower abdomen today or in the last few days?" Another shake of her head. "How much blood was there? It can be quite normal to bleed after sex this early in the pregnancy."
"Enough to be noticeable," Emma barks. She didn't want to hear any promises of false hope. She was on edge and hurting.
The doctor smiles kindly at her and was about to ask another question when Regina pipes up. "There's some on the bed and the toilet... I haven't flushed it. You might be able to see..." Maybe he would be able to tell from the paper she had dropped into it after wiping herself. Normally she would blush at the thought of someone checking the toilet after her, but this wasn't the time or place for embarrassment.
He quickly looks at the bed and eyes the small patch of blood before walking through to the bathroom to have a look and to see if he could make an assessment. There wasn't all that much blood, but he could see there was enough to warrant their panic, so he suggests they all go over to the medical centre in the resort on the mainland so he can do an ultrasound and see what's going on. He gives them a moment to get dressed and the butler calls to have a boat meet them at the bottom deck of their villa, so they don't have pass by anyone else in their emotional state. When the speedboat arrives, they all climb in and take the quick two minute journey to the mainland, even though it felt like it was actually a lot longer to the two scared women.
Emma wraps an arm around Regina and holds her against her side as they sit together on the speedboat that goes slower than usual at the doctor's quiet insistence to the captain. The brunette clings to Emma, as she silently pleads to any god that may be listening for the health of their baby.
"I've got you," Emma whispers into the crown of Regina's head. She felt stupid for saying it because she was just as helpless as Regina in this situation. It was out of their hands. All she could do was hope and pray that the universe wasn't cruel enough to start ripping away at the happiness they had created together. Despite the futility of her words, she wants to be strong for Regina. She already regrets her moment of panic when she first eyed the blood on the end of her dick. She scolds herself for not remaining calm and working Regina up. "Everything is going to be okay. I'll take care of you."
The boat pulls up to a small docking area on a side of the resort they hadn't seen when they arrived. It was right next to the medical centre for emergency purposes like this. When they disembark, the doctor leads them to an examination room and Regina gets on the bed and pulls up her tee without any instruction. She just wants to get on with it and find out what was going on.
They all remain silent as the doctor sets up the ultrasound machine and wheels it closer to the bed. "The main thing I am going to be checking for is a heartbeat," he gently explains. He keeps the monitor facing away from them so they can't see anything in case it's bad news.
Emma starts gently weeping again when she thinks of how she listened to her baby's heartbeat on repeat on her iPod on the flight over.
He repeats the process they know so well from Dr Ruth. He squirts a blob of gel onto Regina's stomach and picks up the transducer.
Emma squeezes Regina's hand tight. She feels like she'll fade into nothingness if she isn't anchored to Regina and if the audio of the machine remains silent. She buries her face into Regina's neck, unable to look at the doctor in case his face gives away the painful truth.
Regina stares at the doctor. She wants to know... she just has to know if their baby is okay or not. She holds her breath when the doctor places the wand on her stomach.
Emma feels like she's at breaking point when... "thud thud thud." Her head shoots up from the crook of Regina's neck and she looks at the doctor expectantly, as if she didn't believe her own ears.
"Your baby is absolutely fine. He or she is developing very well for sixteen weeks and as you can hear... they have a very strong heartbeat." He turns the screen to face them so they can see their little one. "Like I said earlier, it is normal at this stage in the pregnancy to bleed after intercourse. The cervix becomes more tender and has increased blood flow. Just maybe take it a little easier next time."
Emma wants to cry, laugh and blush all at the same time. Their baby was okay, and she had never felt such relief. Her stomach unknots itself and the bile that had been rising up in her throat sinks back down. She looks down at Regina when she feels the smaller hand tremble in her own. She's silently crying, and her shoulders are shaking. The relief at finding out their baby was okay was overwhelming.
"I can perform a pelvic exam if you so wish, just to check on you. We know your baby is okay, but it might be a good idea to check on you as well." The doctor suggests, just to cover himself.
Regina sniffs and wipes at her tear stained cheeks. "No, as long as the baby is okay, that's all that matters. I don't need an exam," she sternly refuses his professional offer. Her original orgasmic bliss that had quickly been replaced by fear and panic, which had faded as soon as they had learnt their baby was okay. Now she was left with a dull ache between her legs. It may have been a good idea to let herself be checked over by the doctor, but she felt vulnerable and she didn't want to literally and figuratively open herself up to him.
Emma looks at her questioningly, not understanding why she would refuse to be checked over. She quickly picks up on the trepidation lurking behind brown orbs and understands why Regina is reluctant to let the doctor examine her. Regina was remembering the times when she had no choice about the men that were between her legs and she was helpless to stop it.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. This was all my fault." She blames herself as her vision is blurred by her own tears. If she hadn't have gone at it like a jackrabbit and if she hadn't have panicked afterwards, they could have avoided all of this. The feeling of guilt for putting Regina through all of this washes over her in self-loathing waves. Now that the panic and fear had subsided, she thinks she can even remember reading in one of their many pregnancy books that bleeding in the earlier stages of pregnancy was quite normal.
"No, it wasn't. It was no one's fault. We both rushed to the same conclusion. I guess we both just always expect the worst."
"I don't know what I would do without you or Cocoon," Emma whimpers.
"I am going to switch all this off now and we'll get you two back to your villa. I know this has been a worry for you, but I can assure you that everything is fine."
Once they are back in their villa, Regina goes to run them a bath and Emma calls their butler to have the bed remade. She pulls the covers and sheets from the bed, unwilling to look at the small patch of blood that reminds her of the worst feeling in the world. She shakes her head at her own stupidity and joins Regina in the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
Even though everything had turned out okay and it had just been a scare of their own making, they decided to cut their holiday short and return home the next day. They both just wanted to be in their own home and surrounded by their own things. It was a comfort that they both dearly needed. So, Emma calls Cruella and has her arrange a private jet to take them home the following morning. She also calls Dr Ruth to explain what had happened and arranged an appointment for when they arrived home. They had seen and heard their baby, but in Emma's mind there was a niggling fear that could only be put to rest by the doctor that she trusted implicitly.
When they land the next day, they were both exhausted from the fitful night's sleep they'd had and Regina wants nothing more than to climb into their own bed and curl up against Emma, but the car that was picking them up had been arranged to take them straight to Dr Ruth's office. Regina had thought it was overkill to see another doctor, even if it was their regular one, but she knows Emma well enough to know that it was the only way to put her lover's overactive imagination to rest.
Dr Ruth was ready and waiting for them when they arrived. From everything Emma had told her on the phone call the previous night, she knew everything was okay but she had never heard Emma sound so scared, so she agreed to see them and hopefully put her mind at ease. After another scan, in which they got to see and hear their baby again, she performed a pelvic examination on Regina, which made her able to attest to the fact that the bleeding had come from her cervix, which was still swollen and tender. There had been no trepidation in Regina's eyes when Dr Ruth had performed the exam; she had calmed down a lot since the night before and she had a lot of trust in their personal doctor.
Emma was blushing furiously and chewing on her bottom lip as she held onto Regina's hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." That word had become her most used one in the last twenty-four hours.
The doctor could sense this was going to be a private moment for them, so she finishes up and makes an excuse to leave the office for a moment and let them talk things through.
"Stop apologising. You didn't do anything I didn't ask for," Regina whispers to her. Everything is fine. We just jumped to the wrong conclusion because we both always expect life to turn on us, but everything is fine. I'm okay and Cocoon is okay. You are the only one that doesn't seem to be okay. Dr Ruth has told us we have nothing to worry about so will you please let all of this go now?"
Emma nods her head and offers her a weak smile. It was all over and there wasn't anything to be worried about. There never had been, but the residual hangover from the agonising emotions that had played out last night were still lingering. "I'm..."
"Don't say it," Regina warns her before she can apologise again.
Emma closes her mouth and leans in for a kiss. Just the feel of plump lips against her own helps to ground her.
After a few minutes the doctor comes back in and joins them at her desk. She silently hands Emma a thick envelope. The blonde looks at her curiously before pulling back the flap and pulling out the contents. For the first time since the day before, a smile takes over her face and brings out her dimples that Regina finds so cute and hopes their baby inherits.
"What is it?" Regina asks as she leans over to take a closer look.
"Cocoon!" Emma beans as she turns the photo to show the brunette.
"Eleven, right?" Dr Ruth queries with a smile of her own. Emma's worry had been written all over her face since she stepped into her office, but the good doctor knew just what would help her. "And I'll have the audio file emailed over to you. So, if you have any doubts just listen to it and remind yourself that your little one is doing just fine," she kindly suggests.
Emma nods her head as she stares at the picture in her hands, she could clearly see how much Cocoon had grown in the past month. "Thank you so much."
"You are more than welcome. Now, I think it might be prudent if we discuss the most effective way to have pleasurable sex without having a repeat of this incident. Of course, you will need to wait a few days until the tenderness has had a chance to subside."
Emma pales and shakes her head. "Nope. No way. We are not having sex again until after the baby is born. I'm not chancing it."
"Emma, intercourse will in no way have an impact on your baby. In fact, having sex during pregnancy can reduce blood pressure and help the mother sleep more soundly."
Emma turns to Regina. "I'll give you orgasms, but I am not going inside you again." She should have felt embarrassed at saying something like that out loud but the new wave of panic that overtook her was the dominant emotion.
Regina wants to smile because it's kind of cute that Emma wants her to have the benefits of sex but her new found neurosis won't allow her to make love to her. Plus, she has already given Emma no more than a week in her head before the blonde changes her mind.
"I'm sure you will feel differently in a few days when all the dust has settled, and your emotions have balanced out again. But for now, you both look absolutely exhausted. Why don't you go home and get some rest? I'm only on the other end of the phone if you need anything, okay?"
"Thank you, doctor. We really appreciate you seeing us on such short notice," Regina says as she shakes her hand.
"Yes, thank you," Emma adds but doesn't bother to even try and offer an awkward handshake with her left hand. "And thanks for the pictures. You have no idea how much I treasure them," she adds as she looks at Regina, obviously talking about her two loves and not the pictures.