Thank you to Abigail Sykes for helping me out once again.
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Emma pours the smoothie mixture from the blender into a couple of tall glasses before answering her sleepy fiancée. "No, it's too late, beautiful. I'm not even in the squad so even if I turned up at the stadium now, there's no chance of me playing in today's game." Soccer was the last thing on her mind today.
"That's why you didn't tell me this until now, isn't it? You knew I'd make you go if you had told me any earlier," Regina accuses the innocent looking blonde, as she accepts the smoothie from her.
Emma shrugs her shoulders and gives her a small smirk, all of which reveals her guilt without her having to verbally admit it.
Today was the big day; it was Regina's due date. The Slayers had a home game today, but Emma had cleared it with Ingrid a long time ago that if their little girl hadn't arrived by today then Emma didn't want to be part of the squad until after her little girl had been welcomed into the world. There was no way she was going to chance missing the birth, not for any reason at all.
Regina was secretly pleased that Emma wasn't leaving her today. After a lifetime of having very little support, she still always expected the worse. She's aware that she should know better with Emma by now though. Emma was always so thoughtful and supportive, old habits die-hard though.
"Do Ruby and Kat know you're not playing today?" She figured that they probably didn't know because one of them would have let it slip by now.
"Nope. Ingrid is the only one that knows. It's just one game, it's really not a big deal," she replies before taking another large swig of the fruit and vegetable concoction.
"I'm sure your teammates would beg to differ."
"They won't care. They are well aware of where my priorities lie," Emma replies nonchalantly, as she intertwines her fingers with Regina's on top of her rounded stomach.
Regina looks down at their hands and then up to Emma's dreamy smile as the blonde looks at her baby bump. She sighs thoughtfully, unable to believe that she is anyone's priority. That thought quickly passes though. She realises she's doing a disservice to Emma. The blonde had made her a priority since day one and she's never given her a reason to not believe her. "Thank you for staying with me today."
"I was never going to be anywhere else today," Emma promises with a kiss to their entwined hands. "Now please drink your smoothie. It's good for the both of you," she prompts, as she separates their hands to pass her the glass.
"I know. That's what makes you so special."
Emma snorts. She wasn't special. Regina and their baby are special, and she is just doing the minimum of what they deserve.
"You are. You are so special," Regina says with more force than she usually uses when speaking to her lover.
Emma opens her mouth to refute what Regina just said but she thinks better of it. Instead, she settles for, "I just want to be what you and Lena deserve."
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"Baby… no. There are other things we can do to help." Emma pleads, as she paces at the bottom of their bed. She wanted to, she REALLY wanted to, but not for this reason. To Emma it had felt like months since they had last made love, even though it had been nowhere near that long.
"I'm not in the mood for this either, but I've read it's the most effective way to induce labour and Emma… I need this baby out of me."
Regina was six days overdue and massively uncomfortable. Every inch of her body was achy and hot. Her feet hurt when she stood up and her back hurt when she lay down. Enough was enough now. She just wanted to meet their daughter and get back to feeling human.
Emma stops her manic pacing to look at Regina, who is sitting on their bed and fidgeting against the pillows behind her, unable to get comfortable. "That's exactly why I can't do it, sweetheart. I don't want sex to ever happen between us just for the sake of it. It means more than that to me."
"Darling, it's not just for the sake of it. It's to help bring our little girl into this world. Wouldn't you like to meet her as soon as possible?" She knows it's a bit of a low thing to say that, but she really wants their baby out of her.
"There are other things we can try," Emma suggests, as she whips out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and quickly starts typing in Google. "We can go for a walk or try the birthing ball again."
"I have been doing both of those things every day for the past two weeks and I am almost a week overdue. They don't work!" Regina raises her voice in frustration and runs a hand through her hair.
"Okay," she calmly says, as she holds her hands up in surrender, trying to diffuse Regina's building frustration, "but there are still a few other things we can do… according to this, pineapple can help induce labour," Emma attempts to offer her another alternative.
"We? You're not the one carrying the baby, Emma." Regina immediately regrets snapping at her and saying what she said when the blonde's face falls. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I shouldn't have said it. I'm just frustrated and irritable and fed up." She sighs and pats the spot beside her on the bed, in the hope that Emma will come and sit next to her.
Emma accepts the olive branch and sits on the bed next to her exasperated fiancée. "I know you are, and I want to help you, but I never want to have sex with you when you don't actually want to have sex with me. Not again," she sadly whispers, as she thinks back to when she used to pay for Regina to sleep with her.
"This isn't the same as it was in the beginning," Regina points out to try and help soothe Emma's guilty conscience about how they met. She takes Emma's phone from her hands, as the blonde stares dismally at her feet. "What about this… it says here that a massage can help induce labour," Regina offers as a compromise.
"A massage? I can do that," Emma smiles as she takes her phone back from Regina to read up on how she can help. "It's a nipple massage," Emma frowns because of the sexual connotations. She would do anything to help Regina, but she would never go back to how it used to be. Sex would never be a means to an end between them ever again. It had to be something they both wanted, and would both enjoy.
"I can't be blamed for science," Regina states with feigned innocence. "It says it mimics the baby's suckling, which can stimulate contractions by releasing oxytocin," she innocently continues. She doesn't want to wait any longer and have a debate about this. She knows what she wants and so she pulls her top over her head and unclips her bra with some difficulty, as Emma appears to be in a world of her own as she mulls over the suggestion.
"I suppose I could…" Emma's jaw drops and her dick twitches when she turns her head and sees Regina massaging her own nipples. "I can do that," she quickly volunteers when she sees the look of pleasure across her lover's face. If Regina were actually going to derive some pleasure from this, then she would be the one to do it for her. She straddles Regina's legs and gets as close to her as the large baby bump will allow. Then, she delicately reaches for her breasts, gently cupping them and softly strumming the hardening nipples with the pads of her thumbs.
Regina relaxes against the loving touch of her partner and her eyes start to close. She is aware that the whole point of her starting this was to induce labour, but the longer the delectable ministrations continue, the more she simply wanted to enjoy some intimate time with Emma. If it helped speed up their baby's journey into this world, well that was just a bonus. With Emma's hands on her, the aches and pains that been driving her crazy earlier in the day, and for several days, seemed to melt away.
Emma doesn't even try to fight her bodies reaction to Regina's small whimpers of enjoyment. After all, it's completely pointless; Regina's pleasure is her Achilles heel.
Regina reaches for the waistband of Emma's sweatpants after a few minutes of the blissful touches to her breasts. She can no longer resist the eight inches of hardness that presses up against her stomach. She has to sit up a little straighter to be able to reach around her own tummy and slip her hands beneath the two layers of cotton to get to Emma's throbbing appendage, but it is so worth it. She feels immensely proud, if not a bit smug, that she can still so easily have this effect on Emma.
Emma momentarily freezes when sure hands grip her tightly. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "This isn't about me, sweetheart. It's about you." She felt a little selfish that what had started out as a massage for Regina was quickly turning into a hand job for herself.
"But I want to feel you," she whispers, as her hands rove over her leaking tip and glide down the fat shaft before slowly sliding back up and lightly squeezing just below the sticky, swollen head.
Emma can't deny her any longer. She's struggling to focus on holding her own body up and she doesn't want to lean on Regina's chest and risk hurting her, so she moves her hands to the top of their headboard. She rests her forehead against Regina's and slowly moves her hips in time with Regina's ministrations. Her eyes are still tightly screwed shut as she bites down on her lip.
Regina hums in pure lust as Emma slowly begins to thrust herself into her hands. "If we have sex while you massage my nipples, preferably with your mouth, then it should be twice as effective," she replies seductively against Emma's cheek before gently nibbling on her earlobe.
At this point, Emma knows there is no turning back, but she feels like she at least needs to put up some sort of protest because she's been persuaded too easily. "I think you're grasping at straws," she says in a high-pitched voice when the small hands grasping her tighten a little.
"I'm grasping at something, but it certainly isn't a straw. Are you really going to deny me what I want?"
"You just told me it isn't what you want. It's just what you need." She stops her gentle thrusting and opens her eyes and looks down at Regina. After all of her words of resistance, she would like nothing more than to make love to her beautiful fiancée right now, but not if it wasn't what Regina truly wanted.
"Feel me," Regina challenges, as she takes ones of Emma's hands from where it is grasping at their headboard and brings it down to her covered core, "it turns out that this is what I want."
Emma can't deny the warm, damp excitement that she finds covering her lover's lace panties. Regina wanted this just as much as she did and not just to try and induce labour.
She awkwardly shuffles backwards off Regina's legs, her sweatpants pulled just below her backside and her dick standing proud in the air. She lies down on the bed, encouraging Regina to do the same. The sight of the hard, shaft with its glistening tip sends a new wave of wetness between Regina's legs.
Without the blonde straddling her, she can now open her legs, which she does as she takes Emma's hand again and places it where it was just seconds ago. Emma rubs her fingertips over the sodden material, but quickly decides that she needs more, so she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of the ruined panties and pulls them down tanned legs. After throwing them somewhere over her shoulder, she lays back down on her side next to Regina and pushes her skirt up around her waist before cupping her pussy, slowly gliding her fingers through slick folds.
Regina lets her legs fall open again so that Emma has full access to be able to work her magic. For the briefest of moments, she feels a little undignified as she lays back with her legs spread and nothing on her, but her skirt pushed up around her waist and her large stomach on show. That thought quickly passes when a couple of fingers push inside her, and sweet kisses are trailed up her stomach and to her breasts. With a sigh of pleasure, her head falls back against the pillows. She reaches for the back of Emma's head, entwining her fingers through golden locks to hold her in place, as Emma laves her tongue over each of her hard buds in turn.
"Oh yes, darling," Regina whimpers, as she pushes down against the fingers inside her. Her body felt lighter and better than it had since, well, the last time they had made love. It must have been close to three weeks since that had happened. She had either been too tired or in too much discomfort to even think of having sex. It was only through her desperation to finally give birth that this had all come about and boy was she glad for it, even more so when Emma curls her fingers at just the right spot against her swollen walls.
Emma's doing everything she can to ignore her own throbbing need between her legs. Every moan and whimper that passes Regina's lips helps to keep her focused on what she's doing though. The only thing better than her own pleasure is Regina's. But still, she would really like to cum, so she starts circling Regina's clit and she takes as much of her plump breast into her mouth as she can.
"Oh god…. Yessssss." Her back arches and she digs her heels into the mattress. This is exactly what she has been needing for so long without even realising it. "Keep doing that. Just like that." Regina almost begs, as the delectable tension builds up inside her.
Emma listens to her direction for all of two minutes. As Regina gets closer and closer, her moans becoming more guttural and the clenching between her legs even stronger, Emma wants more. She gives a final suck to the nipple in her mouth before kissing her way up the bronzed chest and neck to find full lips. Her mouth's journey is more rushed than she wanted it to be because of Regina's hands in her hair pulling her up. Without preamble, their tongues find one another and fall into sync.
Emma adjusts herself so she is straddling Regina's leg. Her dick is pressed between their bodies as her left hand works to bring Regina closer to the edge and her right hand holds her at the back of her neck, allowing her to devour her mouth.
The final sign that Regina is almost there, besides the way she fucks herself against Emma's hand and moans into her mouth, is when she seems to lose all control of her hands. She goes from grabbing blonde locks to scratching up her back to her nails digging into muscular shoulders. She doesn't know what to grab or hold as Emma dominates her mouth and core.
Emma lifts her hips just a little to alleviate the glorious pressure thrumming through her cock. Otherwise, the way it was rubbing between her stomach and Regina's thigh, she was going to cum before she brings Regina to satisfaction. A little more pressure and speed against Regina's hard nub and a gentle bite to her plump lower lip is all she needs to do to throw the brunette into a state of absolute bliss.
Slick walls flutter against her fingers and a long, deep moan breaks against her ear as Regina holds onto her tightly and rides out her orgasm.
"You are so beautiful," Emma whispers against her flushed cheek between gentle kisses. Regina sinks back against the mattress, her legs falling closed, keeping Emma's hand where it is until every last twitch and throb dies down between her legs.
"In labour yet?" Emma jokingly snipes when Regina's breathing calms.
Regina scoffs and turns her head to look at Emma. "Not yet, but we aren't finished yet either."
Emma moans at the seductive implications of Regina's words. "Is that so?"
"Uh- huh," she drawls, as she lets her legs fall open again.
Emma doesn't need any further instructions as she quickly discards her sweatpants, boxers, and tee before moving to kneel between her lover's legs, hovering over her. She gently retracts her fingers from Regina's sopping centre and jerks herself a few times with the same hand as she stares at the dripping pink folds.
Regina avidly watches as Emma palms herself with her cum covered hand that mixes with the blonde's own essence. Emma then lines herself up with the brunette's core. She looks up at Regina and when brown eyes give her permission, she slowly pushes and slides inside her.
"Holy fuck!" She groans at the warm wetness surrounding her. A few more gentle thrusts and she's balls deep inside Regina.
"That's it, baby. That's just what I want," Regina happily sighs at finally feeling full in a way that fingers just couldn't do for her at the moment.
With her hand now off her dick, Emma goes to wipe it on the bed sheet, but Regina reaches for the hand and interlocks their fingers. It's wet and sticky, but that only serves to turn her on further. Emma leans forward until their entwined hands are pressed into the pillow besides Regina's head. She uses her other arm to hold herself up, so she isn't pinning her lover down.
Regina hooks her legs around the back of Emma's thighs as best she can to keep her as close as possible while her free hand grips onto a pale, but well-defined, hip. She's sure she can feel each of the blonde's prominent abdominal muscles move against her own rounded stomach. Once again, their lips and tongues meet, but this time it's slower, less frenzied. Emma would love to quicken her pace and satisfy her profusely leaking cock, but she knows it will take a little longer to build Regina up again. She nips at crimson lips and slowly works her down her jawline and throat, a trail of hot, wet kisses left in her wake as her hips continue their steady pumping. She nibbles her collarbone and then licks down the valley of her heaving breasts, until she's once again suckling on hard nipples in turn.
Regina slides her hand up from Emma's hip and up her back until her fingers are once again entangled in soft golden waves. She tightens her legs around the back of Emma's thighs as much as she can to encourage the blonde to give her more.
"Please, Emma, just fuck me," she all but begs when she can't take anymore of Emma's slow and torturous thrusts. It was Emma's gentleness and consideration that was turning her on beyond belief. She was focusing on how amazing it feels to be making love to the love of her life as she carries their baby.
Emma separates their sticky hands and slips it between their bodies to seek out her clit again. Regina hisses at the direct touch so Emma parts her index and middle finger in order to stroke the tender flesh around the bud. When she finds the pressure and speed that makes Regina gasp, she starts moving her hips faster, but it wasn't easy given how tightly the swollen walls were gripping around her shaft. She pulls out until just her bulbous head remains inside her lover and then quickly pushes back in, giving Regina fast, deep strokes that makes the brunette dizzy with desire. Her quads start to burn a little because of the exertion of her thrusting, but fuck, even that felt good in its own way. It was all consuming: the burn in her muscles, the light sheen of sweat covering their bodies, the sounds, the tastes, and the scents.
A sharp pull of her hair makes her groan around the hard nipple in her mouth.
Regina bites her lip and holds Emma's head against her breast even firmer as the familiar telltale tingle starts building deep in her gut. Her body is tensed and ready to snap at any moment. "Make me cum, Saviour," she spits out between clenched teeth. It wasn't something she had planned on saying or even thought about before the words spilled over
her lips. Nevertheless, the words had a bigger impact than she intended or could have expected.
Emma grunts and groans against the breast in her mouth as her balls tighten. Her swollen cockhead pulses, sending ropes of her semen deep into Regina. The only part of her body she seems to have any control over is the hand between their bodies as her fingers continue to rub the over sensitive bundle of nerves, albeit somewhat sloppily and uncoordinated.
Sloppily or not, it does the job as Regina's spine stiffens and a stream of undistinguishable noises bubble from deep within her throat. Emma's not sure, but from the way Regina pulls at her hair, it's a definite possibility that she may be left with bald patch.
After their orgasms have subsided, Emma starts to soften, even as Regina continues to spasm around her minutes later. She exhales deeply against the sweaty chest below her. "Shit, baby, that was… fuck. I can't believe you said that."
Regina chuckles softly, as she gently massages the back of Emma's head where she pulled at her hair harder than she had meant to. They lay like that for a few minutes until Emma slowly pulls out of Regina and watches as their combined orgasms seep from her core.
Regina cups her chin, breaking the blondes gaze, as she pulls her up for a lazy kiss. Emma reaches around the back of her skirt to unzip it and pull it down her legs before wrapping her arms around her waist to pull her closer. "You feeling okay?" she whispers against her lips, as she brushes dark locks from her damp cheek.
"Mmm, so good," she murmurs back as her eyes begin to close.
Emma reaches for the sheet at the bottom of the bed and pulls it over the both of them. Her hand goes back to Regina's cheek and she gently strokes it until her lover falls to sleep on her shoulder. It doesn't take her much longer to follow her into the land of nod.
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"Emma, EMMA!"
"What? What's going on?" The blonde questions, as she shoots up from the bed in a blind panic at being woken by Regina shouting her name. She wasn't sure if she had only been asleep for a few minutes or if it was their love making that had her feeling so exhausted.
"She's coming. The baby's coming," she huffs as she sits on the edge of the bed and rubs her stomach. She hadn't wanted to disturb Emma just yet, but that was a particularly painful contraction and not too long after the last one either.
"Shit. Fuck. Okay. It's okay." She jumps back onto the bed and kneels behind Regina. "What do I need to do? Clothes! We need clothes," she answers before Regina has a chance to.
"Emma, please calm down. Take a breath and calm down. You're no good to us if you're panicking."
"You're right." She takes a deep breath and then a couple more. "Okay. Clothes. We need clothes and then I'll get your overnight bag and call doctor Ruth." She jumps up and heads to their walk-in closet. She grabs one of Regina's maternity dresses and a fresh pair of panties. She helps her into the underwear and dress before remembering to help her into a pair of slip on pumps. She then grabs a set of clothes for herself and quickly dresses before picking up Regina's overnight bag from the front of the closet.
"Can you stand up? I need to get you to the car so we can go to the hospital." She slings the overnight bag over her shoulder and holds out a hand to help Regina up.
"Yes, but the contractions are getting closer. Like much closer." She takes the offered hand and Emma helps her to her feet.
"How long have you been having contractions for?" Emma asks aghast that Regina has been going through this alone while she was sleeping.
"Only a couple of hours," she replies nonchalantly. When they had first started, she didn't think it was worth waking up Emma because the younger woman would just panic and overreact, as she was doing right now. But, the longer it went on and the closer the contractions, she knew she had to wake her up.
Emma stops in her tracks. "Only a couple of hours? Are you kidding me?" She'd read all the books and spoken to doctor Ruth about this stuff many times. It took hours upon hours of contractions before Regina would be anywhere near ready to give birth, but she didn't want Regina to go through a second of it alone.
"I didn't see the need to wake you until now," she tries to defend herself. "Doctor Ruth has told us plenty of times how it goes with contractions. There was no need for you to be awake as well. This is only meant to be the early labour phase and that's meant to last for about ten hours, but in the last half hour they just seem to be happening more frequently."
"This is my kid too. We go through all of this together," the blonde lightly reprimands. "Never mind," Emma shakes her head as if to realise what is actually important right now. "I'm going to call Doctor Ruth and let her know we are on our way." She grabs her phone and notices it's almost five a.m. She's had more sleep than she thought, it must have been the sex that left her feeling so tired.
The phone rings a few times before the sleepy doctor answers. "Hello."
Emma doesn't have time for greetings. "Regina's going into labour. We are leaving for the hospital now. We'll be about twenty minutes."
"Emma?" The weary doctor questions before turning her phone to look at the screen. She squints and sees the blondes name on her screen. "How long has she been having contractions for?"
"About two hours," Emma answers, as she slowly leads Regina down the stairs.
The doctor can hear how worried the blonde sounds, but if she was honest, she expected nothing less from her. "Only two hours? Well then Emma, there's no need to panic…" The doctor's words cut off when she hears a loud wail down the phone. She knew Regina was the calmer and more sensible of the two when it came to the pregnancy and to hear her shriek made the doctor realise that the baby was definitely on its way. "I'm at the hospital. I'll have everything ready by the time you arrive. Drive safely," she warns before hanging up.
Emma doesn't hear anything after Regina's shriek of pain. She pockets the phone and makes Regina sit on the bottom stair for a minute. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Could you get my coat please?" She requests between deep breaths.
Emma gets her coat from the coat rack and gently helps her into it. When Regina is ready to stand up again, they make their way as quickly as they can to the car and head to the hospital.
