So sorry this took so long. But I'm rewarding you with a longer chapter :) Writer's block is a bitch, but once school's out, I should be able to write more. Sweetness, smut, and a little more Regina-Emma friendship. Enjoy the chapter!
Emma woke up with a splitting headache to the loud buzzing of an alarm. She quickly slammed her hand down, but she found her alarm was not where she expected it to be. Instead, it was in Regina's hand as she stood over the bed. "Dammit, Regina," she said, swatting at the clock, which the mayor easily removed from reach.
"Emma, you need to get up. We have to be there at eleven."
The blonde groaned. "I hate you," she mumbled.
"Yes, I know," Regina replied. "The alarm will keep going off until you get out of bed and turn it off."
Emma looked through sleepy eyes and found Regina had put the alarm on her own bed, forcing Emma to get up if she wanted to stop the incessant beeping. "You're evil."
"So I've been told," Regina said with a flip of her hair as she walked into the bathroom to get ready.
Emma glared at the alarm as if the simple act of wishing it would shut up would actually make it happen. Finally the noise became too much for her pounding head, so she slowly climbed from bed and hit the "off" button. She rubbed at her face for a moment before walking over to her suitcase and pulling out a pair of jeans and a tank top.
Emma and Regina spent two hours in the shop. To watch Regina with the workers was interesting to say the least. Emma could tell that they'd dealt with tough clients before, but they met their match in Regina Mills.
She'd answered all their questions about what she was looking for, but after trying on three dresses she absolutely hated, she took charge. She changed back into her pencil skirt and stilettos and marched through the store, pulling out the dresses that met her standards and flinging them into the arms of the people following her, attempting to get her back to the fitting room. But Regina had taken over, and Emma knew that there was no way in hell she was relinquishing that control. She chuckled as she watched the frantic assistants try to regain control over the appointment.
But it was a huge step from where Regina was when they first met. Before, she would've marched in and immediately taken control, assuming they were all incompetent.
But this time she waited until they gave her evidence of their ineptitude.
She pulled two, and only tried one.
Emma had seen Regina cry before. She'd cried when Henry was rescued from the mines and when Henry ate the turnover. She'd seen the tears of joy and the tears of utter desperation. This was completely different.
The tears that filled Regina's eyes were a combination of elation, nostalgia, and sadness. Emma furrowed her brow as she watched one tear fall down her cheek.
Regina looked around at the assistants whose eyes were fixed on her, a woman whose history they didn't know. They didn't know that the last time she'd worn a wedding dress, she was getting married to a man thrice her age who didn't love her, only needed her to be a mother to his daughter.. They didn't know that she was once a powerful queen, feared by millions, who would cry herself to sleep, desperately needing to fill the hole in her heart. They didn't know that her son had spent two years hating her for being the Evil Queen.
But most importantly, they didn't know that the Evil Queen, a broken, fragile woman, had been put back together by none other than Prince Charming. She let out a small laugh as more tears fell. Looking in the mirror, she had an epiphany. This is what wearing a wedding dress is supposed to feel like. She nodded a bit, her smile widening. She looked at Emma in the looking glass, and found her smiling.
They had pinned the dress for alterations and were going to ship it out as soon as it was finished. Of course Regina had given them a P.O. Box in a neighboring town. Explaining Storybrooke, Maine would've been an interesting conversation.
Emma took Regina to lunch as a final meal before returning home. While Emma had enjoyed the nostalgia of visiting the place Henry found her, she didn't miss it all that much. She had found a community of people in Storybrooke that loved her and cared about her. She'd never had that before.
Regina dropped off Emma at her apartment, thanking her for her company on the trip. "It was fun," Emma replied. "And thanks for yesterday," she half-whispered, looking down at her hands, where she fiddled with her fingers. "I'm glad we can be friends now."
A smile crept to Regina's lips and she nodded. "Me too, dear."
Emma climbed out of the car and retrieved her bag from the trunk before Regina drove off, tremendously excited to go home to her fiancé and son.
She pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. She'd driven four hours, and she wanted nothing more than to go inside and hug her family. Regina opened the car door and stepped out, immediately being grabbed by the waist from behind. She let out a little yelp as she was spun around, instantly recognizing the laugh coming from her captor. He returned her to her feet and spun her around, pulling her by the waist into an eager kiss.
She allowed her hands to caress his neck and smiled into the kiss before pulling away. "Not done yet," he whispered huskily, pressing his lips to hers again.
This time she let a small laugh escape her lips. She reciprocated for a moment, and David finally pulled back, his arms still wrapped firmly around her waist. "I'm glad you're home," he told her.
"Me too," she said, smiling. "I found the dress."
A slow smile crept to his face. "I'm so glad." He kissed her again more passionately. As their mouths began to move in harmony, he laced his fingers in her hair as her hands met his waist, snaking up his back and pulling him closer to her. He kissed her until she was pressed against the car. As her back made contact with the Mercedes, his pelvis made contact with her center. A moan escaped her mouth as she felt him press into her, and he took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue.
A satisfied hum escaped her mouth as he moved to her neck. "David," she whispered, "We're still outside."
"I'm aware," he breathed into her ear, flicking his tongue over her earlobe
She shivered but willed herself to put some space between them. "I promise I'll make it worth the wait," she purred, her brown eyes glinting mischievously. She patted his chest and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I'm holding you to that," he said, taking her bag out of the trunk. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair.
They walked in through the front door, his arm still wrapped around her. The moment she crossed the threshold, she was attacked by her eleven-year-old. "Mom!" Henry said, squeezing her waist tightly. "How was it?"
"I've got a dress," she said, wrapping her arms around him.
"Can I see it?" He asked excitedly.
She chuckled. "It's still at the store. They had to do some alterations. But when I get it, you'll be the first to see."
He smiled widely. "Okay! Can we have dinner now?" His mind switched tracks instantly.
"I'll take your bag upstairs," David said.
Regina and Henry walked into the dining room, where they had already set the table. "I put all the food out while David went out to see you."
"That was very thoughtful of you," she said.
He shrugged. "Actually it was selfish. I thought you guys would get all the kissing out of the way so I didn't have to watch."
She laughed out loud. Her son was always very straightforward, and it was one of the things she loved most about him. "David and I are going to be kissing for the rest of our lives, so you might want to get used to it. Just wait until you start kissing. I'm going to feel how you feel right now."
Henry wrinkled his nose. "I'm never going to kiss."
Regina laughed again and raised an eyebrow. "But don't you want to experience True Love's Kiss?"
Hm, he thought, I hadn't thought of that. "But kissing's gross," he said childishly.
David walked into the dining room at that moment. "Oh, believe me, kid, you won't always feel that way," he said. David ruffled the boy's hair before pressing a quick kiss to his fiancée's temple.
After dinner, the three curled up on the couch to enjoy a family movie night. David sat on the end of the couch, one arm on the armrest and the other wrapped around Regina, who sat with her legs tucked, knees facing away from David, arms wrapped around her son as they watched Wreck-It Ralph.
By the end of the movie, Henry was drained and had successfully fallen asleep in his mother's arms. "Good Lord, David, what did you do to exhaust him?"
He chuckled quietly. "He spent the day with Hansel, Gretel, and Grace," he told her.
Regina nodded with a small smile and stroked her son's hair. "Henry," she whispered softly. "Henry, dear, it's time to go to bed."
"But I'm already asleep," Henry protested through a weary voice.
"Yes, but I'm not having you sleep on the couch. You're going to brush your teeth and sleep in your bed." Henry grumbled, his expression reminding the couple of the boy's biological mother, and trudged upstairs. The adults laughed and stood to follow him.
As soon as Henry was asleep and Regina closed his bedroom door, David had her pressed up against the wall in a heated kiss. Her hands found his short hair and she pulled him further into the kiss. His hands wandered down to her firm backside, giving it a squeeze.
"Bedroom. Now," she growled into him.
He chuckled against her lips before she pulled away, sauntering to their bedroom and swaying her hips. He watched her walk, enjoying the view before he followed her. He walked and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a much more tender, no less passionate kiss. Her hands came up to his face, gently caressing him as their mouths moved together. She pulled away just enough to whisper, "Get on the bed."
David thoroughly enjoyed when she took charge. She was so incredibly sexy in the way she took control in bed. He obeyed and sat, his feet still on the floor. She turned to him, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Slowly Regina reached behind herself, unhooking the fastener on her pencil skirt and sliding the zipper down. With a couple tugs, the tight fabric slid from her body. She donned a set of knee high black stockings with a lace garters and barely-there black lace panties.
His mouth began to go dry as her hands moved upward. Never breaking eye contact, her fingers delicately traced the neckline of her red satin shirt. Her fingers moved deftly down the middle of her torso, unbuttoning the fabric on their way. When the shirt fell to the floor, she smirked at his expression: jaw dropped slightly, eyes fixed on demi-bra-clad breasts, fingers digging lightly into the bedspread. He swallowed, attempting to regain some of the moisture in his mouth.
She walked toward him, swaying her hips seductively. She placed her knees on either side of him, straddling his body. Her breasts were aligned with his face, and he couldn't resist. He ran his hands up smooth thighs to steady her by the hips as he kissed a trail over the curve of her breasts. She let out a satisfied hum. Strong hands moved back to her butt, pulling her closer before his right hand wandered upward to unclasp her bra.
Once the material was out of the way, she moved her arms and it fell to the floor by the bed. A hot mouth immediately attached itself to a hard nipple, tongue flicking over the bud, and her head reared back. "Yesss," she hissed quietly, her fingertips pressing into his shoulders.
He moved his mouth to her other breast, lightly biting the nub and tugging. "Oh!" She exclaimed with much surprise but little volume, still conscious of her sleeping son down the hall.
Deciding she didn't want to be quiet tonight, she waved her hand, soundproofing the room. "Now we can be as loud as we want," she purred in her lover's ear.
A low groan emitted from the former prince's throat. He brought one of his hands back around to her front, running calloused fingers over her panties, teasing her already wet center through the lace. "Mm, David," she moaned, rocking against the teasing fingers and kissing him again.
He slowly pushed the panties aside and ran his middle finger through slick folds. "You're so wet, Regina," he said huskily through the kiss, causing her to groan, her voice filled with arousal.
He slowly inserted two fingers into her wetness and she sighed. His fingers began to stroke the sensitive area within her core, making her hips rock into him, needing more friction. "David," she moaned. A third finger entered her, and her body welcomed it, enjoying the building pressure. "Please," she whispered, her hands clutching his hair.
His thumb met her clit, pressing and rubbing circles over the hard nub. "Ah!" She gasped as her climax approached. "Yes, David," she groaned. He sped up his movements, pressing her little bundle of nerves harder, and she came undone with a cry.
He continued his ministrations, coaxing her down from her orgasm. She quickly recovered. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she took his wrist, leading his hand up to her mouth. She took his index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, cleaning her juices from his hand. She repeated the process with his middle and ring fingers, never breaking eye contact. She then kissed him, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth as he tasted the flavor that was so distinctly Regina.
"My, my, dear," she said, her voice dropping lower. "Seems you're a bit overdressed." She bent her knees further so she was resting on his lap. She could feel his cock through his jeans. She teasingly pouted her bottom lip. "That can't be comfortable," she said, grinding her hips purposefully into his hardness.
He groaned at the contact as her fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt and she tugged it over his head, revealing his chiseled muscles. Her nails ran over his torso, the pressure just enough to create red trails on his skin. As her lips made contact with his, her fingers unfastened the button and zipper of his jeans.
David wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, never breaking the kiss as her legs wrapped around his waist, their bare chests pressing into each other, hot skin on hot skin. He turned and leaned over, putting one hand on the bed for balance as he lay her down. He slowly pulled her soaked panties down her legs, flicking them somewhere in the room. He then pulled off his own pants in boxers before climbing on top of her and pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.
He rubbed the tip of his penis against her entrance and she moaned. "Wait," she whispered, placing a hand on her chest. As she crawled out from under him, he watched her, confused, until she positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing the headboard. "Like this," she purred.
He moved to her, pressing his hips into her backside before leaning over and leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the olive skin of her back. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her dripping pussy. "David," she hissed.
He repositioned his himself behind her, teasing her entrance with the head of his dick. She was becoming very impatient. Her cunt was throbbing with need, and she whipped her head around, her brown eyes piercing into his blue ones. "Get inside me now," she growled.
He chuckled lightly and leaned forward. "Yes, your majesty," he teased.
She was about to make a snarky comment, but the only sound that came out was a scream as he slammed into her, showing no mercy on the first thrust. "Oh, God!" She cried. His hands were on her hips, pulling her further onto him with each thrust. She was rapidly approaching climax for the second time.
Then David wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up so her back was pressed into his chest, causing his thrusts to become shallower, but hit her g-spot deliciously. She gripped the top of the headboard as she arched her back, her head resting on his shoulder. David's mouth hungrily attached to the crook of her neck, teeth scraping against flesh as he sucked olive skin. She moaned loudly as the middle finger of his right hand met her clit, rubbing furious circles.
"I'm cumming," she breathed. "God yes, David!" She cried out louder as she gripped the headboard and her body tightened around his cock, the sound of her voice combined with their movements bringing him over the edge with her.
Their breathing was heavy as they came down, him leaning into her back as her arms on the headboard supported them. He began placing slow kisses to her shoulder and she turned her head, placing two fingers on the side of his chin and turning him to face her, where her mouth met his in a slow, sensual kiss.
As they pulled apart, a wide smile crossed his face. "That was fun," he commented as they lay facing each other.
She laughed. "Indeed it was, dear." She placed another light kiss to his lips as she snuggled closer in his arms.
"I'm glad you're back. I'll sleep much better with you in my arms."
She hummed contentedly. "Me, too." Her fingers lightly traced circles over the skin of his chest.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked after a moment.
"I can't wait to marry you," she whispered.
He chuckled lightly, placing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, baby."
"Love you, too," she said quietly as she drifted off to sleep.
Someone sent me a request for the sex position, so I worked it into this chapter. So if you send me something, I might work it in. I'll write a special one-shot for the 200th reviewer, as well :)