A/N: As promised, NSFW. All of it.
"Shhh," Emma whispered as a groan rumbled from the throat she was peppering with kisses.
Regina promptly ignored her, letting out a little gasp as Emma's teeth grazed over her pulse point. Ok, she wasn't ignoring Emma. It was impossible to ignore Emma Swan-Mills when she started kissing your neck, Regina had discovered early on in their relationship. And Emma knew that. Which was exactly which she had headed straight for the woman's exposed skin on that slender body part as soon as their son had called down his goodnights from the top of the stairs.
"Emma," the older woman gasped as she felt eager lips seal over her skin. "Don't leave a mark."
"Why not?" the blonde asked, detaching herself obediently and making her way up to Regina's earlobe instead, another erogenous zone.
"Because, oh god that's amazing," Regina shuddered. "Because, we're not teenagers. And because I don't want my students, oh wow, do that again. I don't want my students to think I let, oh fuck yes, you maul me."
"But you do," Emma pointed out, tongue flickering over the plump flesh of the woman's lower lobe. "And you love it."
Regina decided not to reply. She knew it was no use to deny what Emma had said. It was true. She did like it when Emma took control. She also knew that the blonde would now be respectful and wouldn't mark her skin. At least not somewhere visible to anyone other than the two of them. So she rolled her head to one side, granting Emma greater access as the woman's tongue swirled around the tender skin of her ear before making its way back down her neck and laving a line along her jutting collarbone.
"We should go upstairs," she murmured as Emma's fingers began to fumble the top button on her shirt.
"But the couch is right here," the blonde replied, lips now pressed against the skin between the woman's breasts.
"And our son might walk in," Regina reminded her lover.
Emma grumbled her acquiescence and pulled away. Much as she wanted the woman right there, right then, she did recognise that perhaps they had already scarred their son enough for the month. So she got to her feet and turned to offer Regina her hand. The brunette took it willingly and rose to follow the woman out of the living room. As they passed through the house, they turned off the lights and locked the front and back door. Both knew they weren't going to be leaving the bedroom again.
By the time they got to the top of the stairs, Emma was tingling with desire for the woman who had walked up ahead of her. Following Regina up a staircase was enough to give anyone a heart attack. It didn't help that as she walked, the woman unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, allowing the silk to flap open. At that moment, Emma wasn't sure whether she wanted to be in front of the woman walking backwards or behind her. Either way, at the top of the stairs Emma pulled her wife back and pinned her against the wall, unable to wait any longer.
Regina hissed out a protest about Henry's room being right down the hallway as Emma's hand cupped one breast while the other pressed against her hip, keeping her in place. After stealing a heated kiss, Emma allowed them to finish the rest of their journey and led them into the privacy of the master bedroom. Regina's bedroom. Their bedroom? Emma decided not to think about it as she watched the woman dim the lights but not turn them off completely. She grinned as the silk shirt fluttered to the floor, walking backwards to the bed and sitting on the edge as she watched Regina strut towards her.
"So, where were we?" the brunette asked, planting a knee either side of Emma's hips and mounting the younger woman, pressing her backwards into the mattress.
"In heaven," Emma replied, reaching up and tucking the fallen strands behind Regina's ear. It didn't work. The short dark locks swung back down like a curtain. But Emma found she didn't mind. When Regina lowered her mouth to meet Emma's, they found themselves in a mini cocoon in which only their kiss existed. Emma quite liked the thought of a world which was only her kissing Regina. That really would be heaven.
She allowed Regina to lead for now, knowing that the brunette would be more than willing to submit to Emma later in the night. They rarely ventured into power play but in general, Emma tended towards being a top while Regina enjoyed being a bottom, although the woman would never use that word. Emma understood; everywhere else in the brunette's life, she was the leader, the boss, the authority. So there was something refreshing about submitting in bed. Even if the woman never vocalised that dynamic.
Which was what Emma was thinking of when she suddenly flipped the two of them over. Actually, that was too elegant an explanation for what Emma did. More accurately, she gripped Regina's hips and maneuvered the woman off her, guiding the woman onto her back. She then hiked herself onto one elbow and swung her leg over Regina's thighs. Flipping a lover, Emma had discovered after nights of practice culminating in a concussion, was impossible.
"My turn," Emma murmured against Regina's breasts.
The older woman stretched her hands above her head, pressing her chest higher against Emma's mouth. She also arched her back away from the bed, inviting Emma to undo her bra, an invitation the blonde accepted at once. Topless, Regina threaded her fingers through Emma's hair as a warm mouth covered her taut nipple. Teeth immediately closed lightly against the sensitive nub. She gasped. Emma grinned, releasing her nipple and starting to circle it gently with her tongue. Bringing her fingers up to toy with the other nipple, Emma began to alternate between the two, making sure neither breast felt left out until both were strained and wet with her saliva.
"Emma, please," Regina groaned as the blonde switched sides yet again.
"Something wrong?" Emma asked, feigning ignorance. After fifteen years with Regina, she knew exactly what the woman was whining about.
"Please touch me," the brunette vocalised. Their dominance rarely ventured into play which involved begging. It wasn't really Regina's style. But she wasn't above asking for what she wanted. No, what she needed.
Emma, however, wanted to draw out the woman's yearning for a little younger. "I am touching you," she replied, fingers brushing over her sensitive nipple as if to prove a point.
"Emma," Regina growled, "come on. You know what I mean."
"I do," Emma grinned. "But I still wanna hear you say it."
Regina huffed and glowered at the blonde. But she couldn't truly shoot her a disapproving look, not with Emma's tongue now tracing the pebbled skin of her neglected nipple. "Fine. I want you to fuck me, Emma Swan-Mills. How's that?"
Green eyes darkened above her. "That, my love, is so fucking hot." A short, needy kiss was pressed against Regina's lips before a flurry of blonde hair wriggled its way down the bed, sliding onto the floor and divesting the woman of her remaining items of clothing. Less than a minute later, Emma was kneeling between Regina's legs. "Come here."
Regina shifted herself forwards, bringing her hips to the edge of the mattress, Emma's shoulders surrounded by her thighs. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down her body at the woman now leaning towards her centre.
"God I've missed you," Emma murmured, finger stroking the soft flesh of her inner thighs, lips pressing kisses soon afterwards.
"It's only been a week," Regina reminded the woman now shuffling forwards on her knees.
"I know but I meant for the months we were apart. I missed you so much, Regina. Not just the sex, by the way. I missed everything. I missed telling you about my day. I missed going on walks after dinner. I missed making you coffee. I missed lazy Sunday mornings. I missed sharing takeouts, even though you always order too many healthy options. I missed everything about us, Regina. And I want to make up for every second we missed out on. Starting," she added, leaning forwards to kiss just above the woman's core, "with how much I missed fucking you."
The change in tone from beautiful and sweet to raw and urgent made Regina gasp. Or maybe it was the fact that Emma sealed her lips around her cunt. Either way, Regina found herself lying flat on her back, fingers tangled in blonde tresses as the woman's mouth started to work feverishly on her core. There was nothing slow, nothing gentle or even romantic about how Emma's tongue lashed over her clit. It was desperate. It was passionate. It was needy. It was exactly what Regina wanted.
She hooked her right thigh over Emma's shoulder, heel digging lightly into the woman's shoulder blade, urging her ever closer even though Emma was already pressed fully against the woman's sex. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough, Regina thought. As if she was reading her wife's mind, Emma reached up and pressed one, then two fingers into the woman's core. Regina arched off the bed, a guttural moan falling from her lips. "Emma, yes."
The blonde didn't need the confirmation that she had done the right thing. The two of them knew each other better than they knew themselves when it came to what they wanted in bed. She moved her fingers slowly but surely to begin with. Pressing deep inside, curling just the tips against the front wall of the woman's channel and then pulling almost all the way out before repeating the action. All the while, her tongue continued to lash over her hard little clit, the nerves hot and desperate within her mouth, Regina's fingernails in her scalp telling her how close she was.
And she got close quickly. Emma didn't want to take full credit. She was sure the week since their last time together along with the intense therapy session as well as, perhaps, the underlying stress of the woman's teetering friendship with Kat meant that Regina's body was primed for a hard, fast, dirty orgasm. But despite the other factors, Emma was only too pleased to be the reason Regina came.
She added a third finger, feeling that the woman was more than wet enough to take it. The rhythm continued, speeding up slightly as she heard Regina's breathing quicken. She was close. Emma pumped her fingers harder, in and out, trying to avoid poking herself in the chin with her pinkie finger. But it would be worth it to ensure she brought Regina to her peak with her mouth. She loved the feeling of the woman's core clenching and quivering around her fingers while also feeling her clit twitch beneath her tongue.
And that's exactly what happened. Regina let out a short cry before clamping a hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound as her body crested. Her hips rolled forwards towards her lover as Emma's mouth worked relentlessly, diligently against her cunt, the pace of her fingers never letting up as the waves of pleasure crashed over her body. It was too much. It was everything. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation, almost forgetting where she was but stifling her cries in her palm as she rode out her orgasm.
"Emma," she moaned as she came down from her high. The blonde was still between her legs, fingers still buried deep inside her but still low. Her lips were pressing featherlike kisses to her thighs, knowing the brunette couldn't take any more direct stimulation. "Come here," she said softly, guiding the woman up to lie beside her.
They kissed slowly, Regina tasting herself on the blonde's lips and feeling her core clench around nothing as Emma slid her fingers free. "I've missed you too," she whispered. "And not just the sex. I want us back, Emma. I want you back."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I also won't be writing one next weekend as I'm moving into my first house on Friday! I've spent the weekend packing and have just finished boxing up the first 30 years of my life and am sitting writing in my childhood bedroom, getting ready to embark on the next chapter. Yay for me! But I'm afraid I won't have time to write an actual chapter next week. Why not read one of my completed stories if you're getting SwanQueen withdrawals!