CHAPTER 22
"Emma." Regina called after her girlfriend from the front door of their house. Emma was currently leaning into the trunk of the 370, but paused in her endeavor in favor of actually being able to hear what Regina was about to say. "Emma!"
Emma laughed at the mild impatience of the other woman and turned to her with a smile on her face. "Yes?"
"Did you already put the desserts in the car? I don't want to lock the door if we've forgotten something." Regina ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. She glanced at the numbers on the screen of her phone. "We have two hours before we're supposed to be there and we cannot be late, Emma Swan. I refuse to be late. I-"
"Regina. It's an hour drive." Emma laughed to herself, quickly heading to where the other woman was standing on the stoop, her hand still on the door knob, fully preparing to go back inside to retrieve anything left behind. Emma wrapped her hand around Regina's where it lingered on the door and gently pulled it shut. "You can lock the door."
Emma leaned in and with one hand on the brunette's cheek; she gently kissed Regina's lips before pulling back with what appeared to be a permanent smile etched on her face. When their eyes met, both women paused, taking each other in. Emma's arms found their way around her girlfriend's waist and pulled her close.
"You have nothing to worry about." Emma gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Our bags are in the car. The food is in the car. The flowers. Your purse. Your favorite pillow. It's all in the car. The only thing not in the car is us."
Regina pulled back, placing her hands on Emma's chest. Her fingers idly playing with the collar of the red leather jacket she was wearing. Emma stood there in silence, knowing Regina was working something out in her head. She had taken notice some time ago that when the brunette was nervous, she would fidget and worry needlessly. Once it started, the whole thing was a vicious cycle. Emma had found it best to just give her a moment to sort out her thoughts. But if it ever started to take what Emma deemed 'too long', she always found a way to pull her girlfriend back down to earth. Emma was quickly realizing this was going to be one of those times.
"Come back to me." Emma leaned in; pressing her forehead to Regina's and kissed her softly on the lips. "What's worrying you? Talk to me."
"Maybe I should go back in and change." Regina nodded and stepped back from Emma's embrace, looking down at her clothes. She was reaching for the door again before Emma could speak up. But luckily she was fast enough to catch Regina's hand before she could get very far. Emma couldn't help but smile to herself as she entwined their fingers. "Emma, I'm serious. I should change clothes."
Emma bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling again. She knew if she did, Regina would get upset and that was exactly not how Emma wanted this day to go. Instead, she took a step back; their fingers still linked and took in the brunette's attire. After trying on half of her entire wardrobe, Regina had finally settled on a simple pair of black leggings with a cream colored scoop neck sweater dress that came down just far enough to cover the delicate curves of her hips and backside. The finishing touches were a wide black patent leather belt resting loosely around her waist and a pair of black boots to match. Emma had insisted that every outfit had been perfect but Regina had refused to buy it. And she was convinced the only reason the other woman had stopped changing clothes was because she had suggested Regina wear the necklace that had been hanging in her window. Insisting it would complete the outfit. Her assessment complete, Emma shook her head.
"You look…amazing, Regina." Emma reached up to adjust the necklace and suddenly realized her girlfriend was standing on their doorstep in the cold late November air, without a jacket. "Where's your coat? You have to be freezing."
"I thought everything was in the car?" Regina replied smartly, maintaining a straight face. She watched as Emma's mouth fell open, suddenly doubting the reassurances she had just been spewing only moments before. "Emma. I'm just kidding. I put it in the front seat earlier when I carried out one of our bags."
"Yeah. About that." Emma was quick to let the taunting slide in favor of moving on to her own teasing comments. Regina eyed the blonde carefully. Her eyebrows slowly creeping up on her forehead as she listened to her girlfriend talk. "You do remember me saying we were just staying overnight, don't you? Because I have a back pack and you; well…I'll just be honest. That 370 wasn't made to hold that many bags."
"Is that right?" Regina smiled.
Emma's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the simplicity of Regina's response. If she wasn't rising to the bait, she was obviously up to something and Emma wondered briefly if she should let it go, before deciding not to. "How did you do it? I was carrying stuff out and you had one bag. When I came back, it was like the other three just magically appeared!"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Regina smirked with a hitch of her shoulders before turning and heading down the steps. Emma reached for the doorknob and checked one last time to make sure it was locked before following quickly after the brunette. Just as Regina reached the car, Emma swooped in around her and grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, gesturing for the other women to take a seat. "Trying to kiss up, now?"
Emma leaned down into the car, captured Regina's lips with her own and didn't hold back. Tongue's teasing. Teeth nibbling on lips. Regina's hands found their way into blonde curls, holding Emma in place, just in case she decided to pull away too soon. But by the time Emma finally did pull back with a triumphant smile on her face, Regina's chest was heaving and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
"You tell me." She raised an eyebrow and gently swiped at her bottom lip with her thumb. "Do I need to kiss up?"
Regina was speechless and Emma continued to smile as she closed the door, walked around to the driver side and got into the car. She paused, one hand on the wheel and the other on the push to start and looked across the front seat to the woman waiting patiently. "You really do look gorgeous. Just so you know."
"Thank you, Emma." Regina smiled and dipped her head as she pushed a lock of hair behind her left ear. Glancing over at the blonde in the driver's seat she added. "Thank you. For always keeping me calm. And…everything else you do. I love you."
Emma bit her lip as she hit the push to start and the engine softly rumbled to life. With her newly free hand, she reached across the expanse between them and took Regina's hands. "I love you too, Regina."
Regina leaned over and gave Emma a quick peck on the cheek before suggesting they actually pull out and get on the road. It was the day before Thanksgiving and Emma's parents were expecting her to show up sooner rather than later. And as Emma had somewhat nervously explained to Regina several days before, her parents would be expecting her the day before the holiday, to spend the night so that Emma could help her mother with all of the preparations for dinner. Regina hadn't hesitated to agree to a sleepover in the childhood home of her girlfriend. She had no idea why Emma was so nervous about the situation, other than knowing that she had yet to tell her mother and father about Regina who she apparently intended to spring on them the minute they opened the front door.
The drive to Summit Park in Baltimore went better than either woman expected, given the fact that it was the day before a major holiday. In just barely over an hour, Emma was pulling the 370 into a driveway that quickly opened up to reveal a rather large two story, brick home. Regina immediately guessed it had been built quite a long time ago, but found it majestic none the less. The landscaping was simple, but appeared to be immaculately kept. The further Emma pulled into the drive, the more nervous Regina began to feel. An hour and a half ago, she hadn't been nervous in the least. She'd seen plenty of photos of Emma's parent's and one or two of their home. But the photos hadn't done it one bit of justice. Regina had not grown up poor, by any means. But with Emma's childhood home suddenly looming over them, she was beginning to feel a bit of an inferiority complex creeping under her skin
Regina knew that Emma must have sensed her growing apprehension because she quickly reached across the console and took Regina's hand after putting the car into park. There wasn't another single car in sight and Regina could only imagine that Emma's parent's vehicles were most likely parked in some huge and lavish garage. Suddenly, knowing that everything she had grown up on had come from blood money left her feeling uneasy.
"You have approximately two minutes to take a deep breath and tell me what's up before my parents come barreling out that front door. Well. Not barreling. More like, opening it politely and welcoming us in like they just saw us yesterday. But you get my point." Emma smiled at the brunette in the passenger seat who was staring at their joined hands in her lap. "Or we can talk about it later. As long as you promise me that you're okay."
Regina nodded, taking a deep breath. Looking up at her girlfriend she smiled. "I'm okay. It just kind of hit me all at once."
"If you start feeling overwhelmed, just tell me and we'll-"
"Emma. It's okay. I promise." Regina leaned across the console, cupping Emma's cheek with a free hand and gave her a reassuring kiss. When she pulled back, Emma's eyes were searching her own as if she still sensed a slight hesitation. "Admittedly, this is a big deal. After all, your parent's are well respected Doctors and mine are…well my family are apparently a bunch of drug lords and thieving scum. Which is not exactly going to make for good dinner conversation. But-"
"Hey." Emma stopped Regina from saying any more. "First of all, your family is not thieving scum. Second, you just found out your parents are still alive and met them again for the first time in sixteen years. You've been through hell these last couple of months. But that doesn't mean that you are anything less than amazing. And my parents…they're going to love you. You and I. We are a family now and that is all that matters."
Emma watched as Regina's eyes began to tear up and realized that while she had meant well, making her girlfriend cry right before they were about to meet her parents was pretty much a bad idea. Popping open the console, Emma pulled out a napkin and dabbed at Regina's eyes causing the brunette to laugh nervously. She took Emma's hand and stilled her actions, bringing the back of Emma's fingers to her lips. "I love you, Emma Swan."
Emma only smiled back in response, afraid to say anything more. "Are you ready?"
"Now or never, I guess." Regina laughed.
Emma got out of the car and made her way around to the passenger side. Opening the door, she offered her hand to the brunette as Regina stepped out of the low riding car. Emma closed the door behind her, not bothering to take anything out of the car just yet, intending to retrieve it all after they were all settled and introduced. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw a curtain move in the window next to the door. Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands down both of Regina's arms before stopping to grab both of her hands.
"We got this." She kissed Regina one last time before stepping back and letting go of one of her girlfriends hands.
"Emma?"
Regina turned quickly at the sound of the unfamiliar voice to find a woman with short dark brown hair making a beeline for where she was currently standing with Emma by her side.
"Emma. You made it." Emma's mother pulled her into a hug, holding on for much longer than Emma appeared to be comfortable with. She was still holding onto Regina's hand and used her free hand to gently pat her mother on the back. "You're never on time. Your father and I weren't expecting you for another hour or so."
When Emma's mother stepped back, she looked from Emma to Regina and back to Emma again, a confused smiled gracing her lips.
"Mom. I want you to meet someone." Emma spit the sentence out faster than Regina had ever heard her talk and she almost laughed at the blonde's sudden onset of panic. Emma gestured to her girlfriend and Regina smiled at the woman standing in front of them. "Mom, this is…Regina. Regina, this is…my mom. Mary Margret."
"It's so nice to finally meet you."
Regina smiled and held out her hand, which the other woman didn't hesitate to take. Before she could say anything else, Emma's mother was pulling her into a hug just like she had with her own daughter and squeezed Regina as if she had known her forever. When she finally pulled back, Mary Margret smiled sweetly at Regina and spoke.
"I wish I could say the same, Regina." Mary Margret looked pointedly at her daughter then. "But clearly my daughter has kept quite the secret. It is however nice to meet you. I'm so glad Emma brought you with her."
Emma shuffled her feet uncomfortably until she couldn't take anymore. "Mom, where's dad? Is he home or did he have to go into work?"
"Oh." Mary Margret straightened her posture and glanced back toward the house. "Let's go inside. Your father was just setting the table for lunch."
Emma's mother turned and started walking back to the house. With a quick glance at her girlfriend, Emma shrugged as if to say "That's my mom." and gave Regina's hand a tug. Regina watched the older woman walking several steps ahead of them and took a deep breath. She reminded herself it was just overnight, but couldn't help wondering if it was going to be Emma who might not make it through the next day. When they stepped into the foyer Emma took Regina's coat and hung it up in the coat closet to the left of the entrance, along with her own.
"David! Emma's here." Mary Margret called from the entryway. Both women followed close behind as she continued to walk through the house. Regina could feel the anxiety rolling off of Emma in waves and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Emma glanced at her girlfriend with something that resembled a smile. "David?"
As soon as they were about to turn a corner, a man who Regina recognized from the few photos she'd seen, almost ran right into Mary Margret. They both laughed and wrapped their arms around each other in a brief hug. Regina watched the interaction closely and saw David's eyes light up like a Christmas tree when they settled on his daughter standing just a mere few feet out of reach. "Emma!"
"Dad!" Emma exclaimed, mirroring her dad's excitement. She laughed when he pulled her into a hug, one hand resting lovingly on the back of her head. Pulling back, he kissed her on the forehead and gave her a once over. "Still the same, dad."
He shook his head, eyes narrowing as he continued to look at his daughter. "No. No, something's different."
Regina stood silently next to her girlfriend, watching the exchange with amusement. She could automatically tell that Emma's relationship with her father was quite different than the one she shared with her mother. Emma was clearly a daddy's girl. Regina stifled a smile when the realization dawned on her. She found it odd considering how little time she spent visiting the both of them, but decided to let it go. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt Emma reaching for her hand.
"Dad, this is…Regina." Emma took a deep breath, before speaking again. The scenario almost an exact repeat of the one they'd had with Emma's mother in the driveway. "Regina, my dad, David."
David immediately shifted his attention to the brunette standing next to his daughter. "Regina, huh?"
"Hi." Regina smiled, holding her hand out once again. "It's nice to meet you."
David ignored the offered hand and pulled Regina into a near death grip excuse for a hug and she suddenly realized why Emma had warned her about all the hugging just days before. But Regina didn't mind. She found that it was actually kind of nice, how welcoming Emma's parents seemed to be, given the fact that they didn't even know their daughter had been seeing anyone. Regina was suddenly curious what they would have to say when they found out that Emma's house was for sale and that their daughter had been living with Regina for the last few weeks. Considering the way things were going, if she was forced to guess, Regina quickly assumed that they would simply want what was best for their daughter's happiness.
"O-kay, dad." Emma finally interrupted the hug that seemed to last forever, but in reality had only been a mere few seconds. "If you don't mind, I'm going to…show Regina around the house. We can all…talk later maybe?"
"Oh, sure. Sure." David nodded, patting Regina lightly on the arm before stepping back to pull his wife against his side. "I think that will be all right. Don't you, honey?"
"Of course, Emma." Mary Margret smiled at the two younger women and nodded. "I was just about to start cooking lunch and after all, you got here much earlier than we expected."
Emma smiled sheepishly and took a deep breath. "And you only have Regina to thank for that."
"Then I most definitely will." Mary Margret nodded. "When we all have that talk- later."
. . .
Finally away from Emma's parents, she led Regina through several rooms in the house, giving her the grand tour. It wasn't that she cared so much about showing off her childhood home. She mostly just didn't want Regina getting lost in the near mansion sized home, should Emma happen to leave her alone at any given time. Regina was an adult. Emma knew it really didn't matter because you couldn't actually get lost in the house. But bringing someone into a place you were familiar with, showing them around was the polite thing to do. They'd spent several minutes wandering in and out of more rooms than Regina could count and she wondered how long it would take before Emma finally gave in and took her to the bedroom she had occupied as a kid. So instead of waiting for her girlfriend to get there, Regina decided to just ask.
"So…are you avoiding showing me your room for a reason?" She teased the blonde who was leading her around the house by her hand. "I'm kind of curious to see what teenage Emma Swan's bedroom looks like!"
"We're getting there. I was saving it for last." Emma shook her head. "Impatient are we?"
"No." Regina shook her head, smiling at the other woman. "But I was starting to wonder if you had something to hide."
Emma laughed at the brunette, knowing she was only giving her a bad time and came to a stop in front of another door that looked like all the others they'd seen. Emma took a deep breath. "Well. You wanted to see it. So…this, Regina, is where we will be sleeping tonight!"
Emma turned the knob and gave the door a push. She took a small step back and allowed her girlfriend to walk into the room first. Emma leaned against the frame of the door and watched Regina explore the room. The floors throughout the house were solid hardwood, including the bedrooms. Emma's bed, a four post canopy with sheer scarves wound around the frame and down all four posts, past the silver and black bedding. Regina walked around the edge, running her hands over the material before approaching the dresser. It appeared to have some of Emma's things from her teenage years, left behind as if she had simply grown out of them. Regina's eyes settled on a long silver chain hanging from the corner of the mirror. There was no evidence of dust which automatically left her with the impression that Emma's mother or someone maintained the dusting and general tidiness of the house.
Lost in her thoughts as she was taking everything in, Regina's chest hitched as a surprised breath escaped her lips at the feel of Emma's arms snaking their way around her waist. Regina wrapped her arms around herself, holding Emma close. She let her head fall back on its own accord when Emma buried her face in the curve of Regina's neck and took a deep breath. Chills coursed through the brunette's body and caused her to physically shiver. Emma kissed and nibbled on the exposed flesh beneath her lips until Regina couldn't take it anymore and turned in her girlfriend's arms. Emma seized the moment and backed her into the dresser she'd just been perusing. Regina gasped and without hesitation pulled Emma into a kiss. Wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, Emma pushed Regina harder against the dresser. The edge digging into her backside.
Their kissing was feverish. Emma didn't know if it was watching Regina silently appreciating her childhood bedroom or the simple fact that this gorgeous woman in her arms was all hers. Who loved and trusted Emma with her heart. The thought only served to spur Emma on. Her tongue pushing deep into Regina's mouth, encouraging Regina to fight back and give as good as she was getting. And in true Regina fashion, Emma was not disappointed. Regina broke free of the kiss and rubbing her cheek gently against the blondes, she nudged Emma's chin up and kissed a soft and very sensual trail of wet open mouthed kisses across the line of her jaw and down her neck until she reached that tender place at the base of Emma's neck. She gave the spot a gentle bite. It was all teeth and Emma's chest heaved, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips unexpectedly.
Without thinking about what she was doing, Emma's hands trailed down the taught and somewhat muscular back of her brunette girlfriend. Her hands landing on Regina's backside, Emma squeezed gently before effortlessly lifting Regina and sitting her down on top of the dresser.
"Emma!" Regina exclaimed, though her tone was hushed. "The door. We're in your parent's house. In the room you slept in as a kid. What if-"
"I locked it and you worry too much." Emma smiled against the brunette's lips before capturing them again to keep her from saying anything more. She felt Regina's legs snake their way around her waist and pull her in closer. Emma sucked Regina's bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently, sucking on it for a moment before letting it go. She pulled back, carefully taking in every last inch of the woman in front of her. Deciding against saying anything more, Emma's hands found their way around Regina's back, creeping under the back of her sweater until she felt bare flesh beneath her fingertips. Her lips kissing the brunette in every place visible to her eyes. Her hands slowly slid down Regina's back and slipped beneath the elastic band of the leggings she was wearing to grab two handfuls of firm round flesh.
Regina gasped at the contact, her head falling back to expose her bare throat to the blonde who was currently ravishing her. "Emma. Oh…I- Emma what are you doing?"
"You." Was her only response.
"Emma, we can't. We-"
"Watch me." Emma mumbled between biting the sensitive places just below her girlfriend's ear, making her squirm. Regina's head was still thrown back. Her eyes closed. When Emma realized this, she freed one hand and took Regina by the back of her neck and encouraged her to look the blonde in the eyes. "I mean it. Watch me. Do not take your eyes off of me"
Regina nodded. She was speechless and a nod was all she could manage as Emma returned to her previous ministrations. With both hands down the back of her pants, before Regina had the chance to give it any more thought, Emma swiftly pushed, grabbing the top of her leggings and slipped them out from under the brunette and pulled them down her legs until they hit the floor. Regina had to brace herself, both hands palm down on the dresser when Emma grabbed her by the back of the legs and pulled her to the edge. Instinctively, Regina wrapped her legs and then her arms around the blonde again, burying her hands in long blonde curls. This time it was Regina who initiated the kiss. The fact that they were in Emma's parent's home had long since left her thoughts. Now, all she could think about was Emma. Emma's mouth. Emma's hands. Emma's small but muscular biceps commanding Regina to do things she had never even thought of doing before.
Emma raked her nails down her girlfriend's back, causing Regina to arch into the blonde. Emma dragged the nails of her right hand down Regina's side, following the curve of her hip and down the top of her thigh all the way to her calf and foot wrapped around her waist. The return trip was much gentler, using the pads of her fingers to trace out senseless patterns on the brunette's leg until she was once again caressing the top of Regina's thigh. Never once did Emma take her eyes off the woman in her arms.
. . .
Mary Margret stood at the island in the kitchen, working on preparing a simple meal for lunch. She found herself looking up at her husband, watching as he diligently set the table for the four of them. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she went back to what she was doing. A moment later, she was repeating her previous actions when David finally looked up from where he was placing the silverware next to the plates and smiled at his wife. He'd long since noticed that she clearly had something on her mind. But he was starting to realize that if he didn't ask her what it was, she might never get it out.
"What is it?" David asked, propping his self against the back of one of the chairs. Mary Margret shook her head and continued cutting a carrot. "I bet I can guess."
"I imagine so." She smiled to herself. "You know me well enough, David."
"You're not sure what to make of this woman our daughter has brought home with her." David spoke, but it wasn't a guess. More like a statement of fact. He had been just as surprised as his wife seemed to be when Emma had introduced him to the gorgeous brunette that had been standing by her side. "I don't know about you, but I have a really good feeling about her. She seemed nice enough and I don't know if you noticed or not, but I didn't see Emma let go of her hand. Not once. Not even when I hugged them both."
"That's what worries me." Mary Margret mumbled to herself and sighed heavily.
"Worries you?" David's brow furrowed in confusion and he moved to stand across the island from the petite brunette. "It's been three years Mary Margret. If Emma is bringing someone home, it must be serious. She hasn't even spoken of seeing anyone since-"
"I know, David. I do." She shook her head again as if to clear her thoughts, all the while continuing to prepare the food. "That whole thing nearly killed her. We could have lost our daughter and frankly, if she's getting serious about someone, it terrifies me that she's going to get hurt again. I don't think I can watch her fall apart again, David. And not to mention, this is the first we've heard of her. Why hasn't Emma said anything?"
"Well." David took a seat on a bar stool and clasped his hands together on the counter. "There could be any number of reasons. I wouldn't say it's because it's new. Because I get the distinct feeling that they have known each other for quite some time. And you know, maybe Emma just wanted to see where things were going before talking to us about it. Maybe that's why she brought Regina with her."
"Maybe."
"You worry too much." David offered his wife a sympathetic smile. "When you're done with lunch, I'll hunt them down and we'll use the time to try to get to know her. She may be the best thing our daughter could have ever asked for. Or that we could have ever wanted for Emma."
. . .
"Emma." Regina gasped as she felt Emma's lips and teeth grazing her pulse point. She couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips toward the blonde, or tightening her legs around Emma's waist as she felt Emma's fingers slowly inching toward their destination. The spot where Regina suddenly needed her the most. Every last care had flown out the window when Emma had roughly removed her leggings and now all she could think about was having the blonde buried deep inside her. And if Emma didn't get there soon, Regina was about to help her find her way. She wasn't quite sure how much more teasing she could take, feeling Emma lazily tracing her soaked and swollen sex, coating her fingers in the evidence that Regina's body had quickly created, letting Emma know just how turned on the brunette really was. "Emma, I need you… You started this and I fully expect you to finish it before your parents come looking for-"
Regina found her speech completely interrupted by a loud gasp escaping her throat and a few muttered swear words rolling off her lips as Emma gave her exactly what she'd been waiting for. Emma waited until Regina least expected it and buried three fingers inside the brunette before slowly pulling them out, only to repeat the process. Regina's body immediately responded with rolling hips meeting every thrust of her girlfriend's hand. Emma's mouth was open, breathing heavily against the bare flesh of Regina's neck. She bit down on the sensitive spot she knew was there, causing Regina to move faster. Her arms no longer around the blonde, Regina was once again bracing herself. Fingers curled around the edge of the dresser for leverage. Emma pulled back, needing to see the other woman's face. After all, hadn't she told Regina to look at her?
Emma's green eyes met Regina's caramel brown and she refused to look away. She could tell that Regina wanted to throw her head back, but was doing her best to stay focused on the blonde in front of her. Regina was wetter than Emma had ever remembered and she found her fingers sliding easily into her girlfriend. A brief thought crossed her mind, but she didn't spend too much time on it. Instead, she pulled out and slowly added a fourth, filling her completely. Emma continued to move slowly until she felt Regina relax around the new intrusion. She waited patiently until the brunette began to encourage a harder thrust with her own hips.
"Emma." Regina said her name again. "Oh- god, Emma. You feel so good."
Regina let go of the dresser and grabbed Emma by the back of the neck, pulling her in for a ferocious kiss. It was all heat. And passion. Tongues sliding over each other. Teeth pulling at lips. Emma caught Regina's tongue with her lips and sucked hard, pulling her girlfriend's tongue into her mouth and continued to suck on it until she heard the brunette groan. The sound was guttural. A near growl and Emma let go. Regina seized the opportunity and bit Emma's bottom lip hard enough that they both knew there was a possibility that she'd drawn blood. Neither seemed to care. Regina took a deep breath and on exhale, she felt Emma pull out of her and whimpered at the loss. But before she had time to miss the contact, Emma was on her knees, pulling Regina's legs over her shoulders and wrapping her arms around bare thighs.
Emma felt Regina run her fingers through her hair as she leaned in and ran her tongue through her girlfriend's wet lips. The tip of her tongue just barely grazing Regina's swollen clit before she applied more pressure, burying her tongue inside the brunette. Emma sucked roughly on Regina's sex alternating between kissing and sucking, gentle and rough. Fast and slow. Biting her gently and pulling on the wet lips her face was pressed against. Emma knew that Regina was close. She could feel her girlfriends body slowly beginning to tense up and fought to still Regina's hips before she rocked herself off of the dresser and took them both to the floor. Regina was hanging on the edge of a very high cliff so Emma did the only thing she could think of that would push the woman over the edge. Sucking Regina's clit into her mouth once more, Emma pushed past her entrance with three fingers, curling them slightly until she hit the spot she knew would do the trick. Regina immediately braced herself again and her free hand flew up to her mouth as her entire body went rigid against the blonde kneeling before her.