Everything She Wanted

The Wedding part II

They try to stay for as long as possible. And they manage to be there for the first dance, Maleficent makes her toast for the brides, and they get a piece of the wedding cake too.

But once the fireworks start, it becomes obvious that Emerald and Amelia are overtired. they'll be much better of with going home and get some sleep. Otherwise they'll definitely be cranky tomorrow.

Maleficent is torn. It's obvious she wants to stay and send Lily and Mulan off on their honeymoon, and Regina encourages to do just that. She can take the children home and tuck them in. It's no problem at all.

"Are you sure?" Maleficent says and frowns. "I don't like the idea of you going home alone."

"It's fine," Regina chuckles. "Of course, you want to send your daughter off on her honeymoon. You stay."

"But…"

"It's fine," Regina insists. "I'm a little tired anyway. Too much wine, I think."

For once, Maleficent doesn't argue, but she doesn't look quite happy about it either.

Regina gives her a quick kiss. "See you later. Come on, little dragons. Let's go."

"Noooo!" Emerald whines. "Wanna stay!"

"Please don't argue, sweetie," Regina says tiredly as she checks on Jonathan who's fast asleep in the stroller.

"Wanna stay with mommy!" Amelia adds.

Regina brutally ignores that and lifts Emerald to sit in the stroller with Jonathan. Then she lifts Amelia up. She'll have to sit on Regina's hip.

"Noooo!" the toddler protests and kicks her little legs out. "Wanna stay!"

"Don't kick your mother, Amelia." Maleficent warns sternly. It's not often she uses that tone with the girls. "Are you sure I shouldn't go with you?" she then asks Regina.

"Absolutely," Regina assures. "They're just overtired. They'll settle down."

"Mama!" Amelia whines and kicks her little legs out again. "Wanna stay!"

"What did I just tell you, Amelia?" Maleficent warns. "Don't kick your mother."

Amelia pouts and mutters something that sounds very much like "stupid".

"Wow," Regina says and shakes her head. "I think it's high time we go home."

Maleficent gives her knuckles a light kiss. "I won't be home late."

Regina brushes that off. "Enjoy the rest of the party. See you later."

She says goodbye to the brides. Lily hugs her, thanks her and blows a kiss for her siblings. Regina hugs Henry and instructs him to stop by the mansion the following day. Henry promises to do so.

Then Regina wheels off with Jonathan and two defying toddlers.

It's safe to say that both girls are very much cranky when they make it back to the mansion. They are very upset with having left the party and their blonde mother. None of them wants to get dressed in their pajamas, none of them wants their teeth brushed. And they definitely don't want to go to bed. They are not tired. Except they are.

Eventually, Amelia's dragon temper gets the better of her. The little dragon explodes in heart-wracking sobs, completely distraught with having left the party. Her wailing inspires Emerald, who "joins the party" and begins sobbing too. Twins are a hundredth percent solidary.

Their distress wakes Jonathan, who starts a wailing party of his own, and suddenly Regina is the big bad of the night. The enemy. The "stupid mama".

Regina counts to ten as she speaks softly, wipes grimed cheeks, dabs puffy eyes, consoles the baby and helps her daughter change into their pajamas.

Why on earth was I ever thinking of having a fourth baby? Regina silently asks herself. Right now, three seems to be more than enough.

She multitasks and rocks the baby while she reads a story to the toddlers. When that isn't enough, she switches tactic and sings them a lullaby instead.

That actually seems to do the trick. After every last verse of "Only You", the little dragons' eyelids begin to droop. Regina sits with them for a little while longer. They're still trying to fight off sleep as if it were a monster.

"Want mommy," Emerald mutters wetly.

Regina reaches out and strokes her little dragon's cheek. "Can't I cut it for tonight, baby?"

She wanted to give Maleficent this break. She deserves it. Her daily routine has been consisting of working in the store and nursing Jonathan. She deserves to party a little longer.

"Cut it," Emerald repeats and giggles. Apparently, those were funny words. Or maybe the toddler is just on the verge of passing out.

"Cut it," Amelia pipes up.

Regina chuckles lightly. Repeating words is a new favorite game.

"Cut it out," Emerald says spontaneously.

"You said that. Not me," Regina mutters quietly.

"Huh?" Amelia inquires.

"Nothing, baby. Just go to sleep."

And miraculously enough, they do. After fifteen minutes or so, both toddlers are peacefully asleep in their beds. Regina rises from her chair and cringes. Her body is a bit stiff after sitting down on that hard chair.

Or maybe I'm just getting old. That could very well be the case, too, Regina muses to herself as she slips out of the twins' room.

Jonathan is still squirming in her arms. The baby is far from satisfied. He isn't hungry, though. Regina knows that for certain. He's just a bit unhappy at the moment.

She walks into the nursery and sits down in the old rocking chair. With her foot she tips the chair back and forward, back and forward. The motion makes her sleepy and she yawns.

Jonathan immediately mirrors that and his little face twists as he yawns. Regina laughs quietly, adjusts him a little better in her arms and speaks nonsense to him. Spontaneously, she slips into dragon language. She's not completely fluid in it, but Maleficent often speaks dragon language to Jonathan when she wants him to settle down.

And it works. Jonathan yawns again, wiggles a little. And then he completely melts in Regina's arms. He might be difficult to get to sleep, but when he's asleep, he's really asleep. Completely contend in his deep slumber.

Regina stands from the old rocking chair again and places Jonathan in his crib. He doesn't react to that. Doesn't even wiggle.

Regina watches her son for a moment. He looks so peaceful like this. So contend. She runs her fingers through his thick mop of dark hair once. He doesn't react to that either. The storm is over.

She silently slips out of the nursery. Leaves the door slightly ajar and switches the baby monitor on. Now she'll be able to hear him if he should wake up. God forbid it.

She ventures back downstairs where she treats herself to a single glass of red wine. She's definitely worthy of that tonight. But just one glass. She already had one or two glasses at the wedding. She's not interested in getting drunk.

Once the glass is empty, she had planned on settling down in front of the television for a while, but frankly, she's too tired.

She wants to go to bed. That's what she wants.

Regina walks upstairs again, switches the lights off as she walks. She more or less hauls her body into the bathroom where she strips, dumps her red dress in the hamper basket and then takes a shower. A quick one. She would have liked taking a nice, long bath, but she fears she might just fall asleep in the tub, and her back wouldn't thank her for that.

So, a quick shower it is. Regina wraps a towel tightly around herself, pads back into the bedroom. It's warm in there. Maleficent clearly forgot to turn the damned heater down before they left. Regina opens the window and searches the closet. She would have worn a pajama, but obviously that's too warm.

She ends up choosing a nightgown instead. Well, it's not so much of a gown, really. It's just a scrap of silk that barely covers her ass, but it'll have to cut it for tonight. Regina quickly changes into the nightgown and poofs the wet towel away. She doesn't bother wasting time on wrenching water out of her hair. It'll just have to air dry tonight.

And finally, finally, she can call it a night and climb into bed. Ahh. What bliss. What peace.

She settles down, feels how her breath becomes even, her shoulders uncurl. There's a slight knot in her back, however. A slight ache in her lower back. The twins are getting heavy. Maybe she should encourage them to walk on their own instead of indulging them and carry them around all the time. It's not good for her back, and the girls are almost four years old. Of course, they can walk. It's a possibility they won't be too thrilled about it, but they are capable of walking on their own. Regina will remember that in the future. She'll settle for carrying Jonathan around instead. He needs it. The twins don't.

Regina squirms and tries to soften the knot in her back, but it's a stubborn one who refuses to budge. Damnit. Maybe she'll need to take a couple of aspirins for it.

Or maybe she can be fortunate enough to sleep the pain away. That would be nice.

She flicks her wrist and makes the covers bunch up at the edge of the bed. She doesn't need it tonight. It's too warm. She wipes her brow a little, pushes her dark hair away from her face. She should have tied it back before going to bed.

As she lies and waits for sleep to find her, she wonders what to do tomorrow. Maybe she should go over the town budget again. Or clear out her vault. Or take the girls on a picnic. If the weather continues to be this warm… It's the perfect opportunity, really.

Plus, a picnic will probably take the edge of some of that energy they have these days.

Regina scoffs. What, now she has an agenda when it comes to her children? Parenting is tough.

She had hoped sleep would find her somewhere between considering agendas and picnics, but that's not the case. She's still very much awake when she hears the front door open and then close. It would appear that Maleficent is home. Already? What time is it?

Regina glances at the alarm clock. It's actually well past twelve already. Putting the girls to bed apparently took longer than she knew.

Clack, clack, clack. The sound of Maleficent's high heels on the stairs. Clack, clack, clack. Checking on the twins. Clack, clack, clack. Peeking into the nursery. Please don't wake him.

More clack, clack, clack. Into the bathroom. Removal of makeup. Brushing her teeth. Freeing her golden locks. Brushing her hair. The sound of a zipper. The shower running. The sound of the water almost makes Regina doze off, but not entirely. She's still conscious when the sound stops.

Maleficent comes into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her body. She flashes Regina a smile. "Hello darling."

"Hey," Regina says and returns the smile. "Did you send Lily and Mulan off properly?"

"You bet I did," Maleficent chuckles. "And both of them sends their love."

"That's ni-iiice," Regina says. The word comes out slurred because a yawn catches her by surprise.

Maleficent chuckles again. The towel drops, and she stands completely naked for a second as she searches for something appropriate to wear to bed.

Regina smirks as she rather unabashedly admires the view. God knows Maleficent has a wonderful body. All soft curves and smooth skin. Mal herself claims that she needs to "lose the last bit of baby weight still", but Regina can't for the life of her see what the problem is. Maleficent looks wonderful. Absolutely beautiful. If anything, the pregnancy has only emphasized her beauty.

Maleficent seems to have some trouble with deciding what to wear for bed tonight, and whatever the reasons are for it, Regina is grateful. The view is absolutely stunning. Mouthwatering. Regina feels how a new type of warmth spreads through her system, and then she rolls her eyes a little at herself. I thought Maleficent was the one with the sex drive.

Maleficent finally settles for a light purple nightgown. She shrugs it on and then walks over to the bed. It dips slightly when she lies down next to Regina.

A moment later, she's sliding closer, pulling Regina into her arms and spooning her, resting one hand on top of her hip.

"G'night," Regina says, pats Mal's hand once and flicks her wrist to switch off the lights.

The bedroom falls silent and Regina sighs contended and closes her eyes.

That's when she feels it. Maleficent's hand moving from her hip to her ass. Regina raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on it.

At least not until Maleficent's hand creeps up under her nightgown and starts petting her inner thigh.

"What are you doing?" Regina inquires with a slight chuckle.

Maleficent doesn't answer her in words. Instead she lets her actions speak and raises Regina's nightgown slightly.

"Are you initiating sex?" Regina asks rather dumbfounded.

Maleficent sighs gravely. "I am," she confirms. "And if you're shocked about it, it has definitely been too long."

"I'm not shocked. I'm surprised," Regina corrects. "I mean, you- we haven't exactly had the time to…." She trails off completely when Maleficent starts stroking on the outside of her panties.

"You were saying?" Maleficent half-chuckles.

Regina doesn't answer. Instead she swallows thickly

Maleficent cups her loosely in her hand and tilts her head slightly. "You're wet," she comments. "Have you been having fun in the shower without me?"

"No," Regina hisses. "But you were naked ten seconds ago. That might have turned me on quite a bit."

"Hmm. I'm happy my body still have that effect on you, my darling."

"Your body is beautiful, Maleficent."

"I've missed this," Maleficent says plainly as she continues to rub Regina up and down.

"Me, too." Regina answers. She has no idea what spurred this, but she's definitely not complaining.

"Be a dear and spread your lovely legs." Maleficent purrs as she simply waves her hand and rids Regina of her underwear.

"Are you in a hurry?" Regina teases as she spreads her legs.

"Yes, absolutely." Maleficent replies and her voice drops an octave or two as she cups Regina again.

Regina moans and bites her lip.

"You're very wet," Maleficent comments. "Are you quite sure you haven't had any fun without me?"

"Positive," Regina says. "It's all because of you and your ridiculously beautiful body."

Maleficent smiles. Regina can feel it against her shoulder. And it makes her happy. Maleficent should never be insecure about her body and her looks.

"Is this nice?" Maleficent asks as she continues to flutter her fingers too lightly. Teasingly, exactly like Regina loves it.

"Very."

"But?" Maleficent gently encourages.

"But I would like to have you on top of me," Regina says plainly.

"Oh? Well, that could definitely be arranged, little queen." Maleficent smirks. She rucks Regina's nightgown up a bit, doesn't remove it completely, but makes sure there's plenty of skin-to-skin contact. Then she shifts, sits on her heels for a moment before she stretches out over Regina with one hand on either side of her.

"Hello," she chuckles.

"Hi," Regina breathes back. Her arms winds around Maleficent's neck. They kiss each other and Maleficent brings her hand down again.

Regina moans quietly into the kiss. Maleficent's slips two fingers into her, and Regina completely looses the rhythm of their kiss. She can't really concentrate on kissing Maleficent right now. The way her fingers moves inside her is a little too distracting.

So, she presses her palms against Maleficent's back instead.

Maleficent isn't in a hurry. She continues those slow, delicious thrusts. The ones that never fails to drive Regina half mad.

It doesn't fail tonight either. Regina's hips rolls to meet her slow thrusts. She's close. Just a bit more, little faster, oh god, yes, right there! That's perfect, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!

Regina releases some sort of guttural sound in the back of her throat as she comes. The pleasure sings in her veins and she barely picks up on it when Maleficent mutters: "I think I've been neglecting you, my love."

"N-not neglected," Regina immediately protests. "Just been b-busy."

"To busy to pleasure my own wife?"

Regina groans. "Can we please not have this conversation while I'm still having an orgasm?"

Maleficent sniggers but otherwise keeps her mouth shut, and Regina closes her eyes and focuses entirely on the pleasure still coursing through her body.

Oh god, that was amazing. We seriously need to prioritize adult time.

After a moment or so, she's finally capable of opening her eyes again. Maleficent's blue gaze meets her.

"Hi," Regina chuckles.

"Welcome back," Maleficent quips.

Regina's soft chuckles turns into a surprised squeal when Maleficent flips them, so Regina is suddenly on top of her.

"Are you counting on keeping us up all night?" Regina chuckles.

"Yes," Maleficent says plainly and squeezes Regina's ass again. The she rubs it, and Regina giggles again.

"My palm is itching," Maleficent states plainly. "I would like to take you over my knee."

"Right now?" Regina asks a bit surprised. This is another new development. It's been a while since they last played.

"No," Maleficent answers and pouts a little. "You would make too much noise."

Regina doesn't argue. Maleficent is entirely right about that.

"I guess I'll have to settle for this."

"For what?"

Smack.

"I guess that answers that question," Regina mutters and shudders at the sharp swat she just received.

Maleficent grins wickedly and squeezes Regina's rear again. "Now, little queen. Would it be too much trouble for you to take that lovely nightgown off and fuck me?"

Regina smirks as she pulls the night gown over her head. No, that's no trouble at all.

To Be Continued…