Hello, all! It's taken me much longer to update than I would have liked. Editing a finished chapter somehow turned into scraping it entirely and rewriting it... Still not sure how that happened, but I do hope you enjoy what my muse decided was best!
A/N: This chapter is rated M, as promised.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but that feeling wasn't it. She struggled to put words to the physical and emotional sensations she experienced. She convinced herself it would be much more terrifying to disappear from one room and reappear in another. Instead, it was somewhat similar to what she was becoming accustomed to with her own magic. Becoming aware of the hand still placed securely on the back of her neck, she opened her eyes to find a very concerned Regina staring back at her.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
Regina visibly relaxed and let out a relieved sigh. Still finding her constant care for her well-being endearing, Emma kissed her softly, sharing her continued appreciation. The kiss remained chaste for several seconds before she smiled coyly against plump lips and inched her fingers slowly beneath her blue blazer. Her own heart raced as Regina's breath hitched in her throat, her lips parted and panting. She kept her eyes closed as she waited for Emma's talented fingers to begin ridding her of clothing and touching her body eagerly.
Wanting to take things slow, Emma hooked her fingers into the shoulders of her jacket and gently pulled it down her arms, nipping softly at her bottom lip. Regina's attention was brought back to those soft lips she was briefly distracted from and quickly continued their delicate dance. Her mind was clouded and hazy, focusing only on the present soft caresses and gentle stroking that she had been desperately craving. Emma, however, was much more focused on a different task.
Once her jacket was removed, she carefully tossed it onto the bed behind Regina before immediately starting in on the buttons of her blouse. Placing warm kisses along her jaw and then down her neck, she rid her of her shirt, breaking contact only moments later to pull her camisole over her head. Both were carefully pitched atop their accompanying clothing. She allowed her hands to wander toward curvaceous hips, guiding the older woman backward to the edge of the bed.
When she felt the backs of her legs hit the soft furniture, she allowed herself to plop down and smile up at the green-eyed beauty that seemed very determined to take her time. With a sly grin, Emma deftly unbuttoned her slacks and seductively slid them off her waist and down her legs, Regina assisting momentarily by lifting herself off the mattress. As she pulled the last of the material off her ankles, she leaned back in for a kiss. But instead of returning her warm hands to olive skin, she ended the kiss as quickly as it had begun and put her finger up, signaling that she needed a moment.
Confused, Regina eyed her curiously as Emma gathered the rest of her forgotten clothing from the end of the bed and draped it carefully over her arm. Walking toward the closet, she opened the door, hastily located a few hangers, and neatly hung each article back on the rack. Exiting the rather large storage space, she was more than ready to continue her exploration when she saw that Regina had placed her hand over her heart, a large smile spread across her face. Unsure what had the older woman so emotional, she cocked her head slightly as she approached her, resting her hands softly on her knees.
"I'm so in love with you."
"Because I put your clothes away?" Emma chuckled. "If I would've known that, I would have done that ages ago."
"No, silly," she said, her voice hushed. "Because it's the little things you pay attention to that show how much you care."
"Well, a queen has no business wearing wrinkled clothing," the younger woman said, her adoration evident in her tone. Utterly moved by her words, Regina cupped Emma's face and kissed her soundly, knowing that any response would insufficiently portray her overwhelming emotions. Always reading her well, the blonde pulled away and rested their foreheads together. "I said that I love all of you, Regina. And I meant that."
"I love you too, Emma. More than you'll ever know."
Emma kissed her lips once more before peppering light kisses across her cheeks, her nose, and her forehead, eliciting a very rarely heard giggle from the older woman. Loving the sound of her nearly child-like laughter, she allowed her loving touches to become more playful. Leaning more fully onto her and placing her hand on the small of her back, Emma lowered her gently, hovering only an inch above her. As blonde locks fell from above and landed beside her head, Regina was nearly certain she'd never seen Emma look so angelic, but she was yet again quickly distracted as the silk tie dropped from behind her shoulder and onto her own nearly bare chest.
"Now, where were we?" she husked. In her earlier quest to fondle Emma's pert breasts in her dining room, she realized that she'd only opened her shirt low enough to achieve her goal. She fingered the remaining two lower buttons, and the smirk she sported had heat rapidly returning to the younger woman's abdomen. She stood quickly and fumbled with her own shirt, trying to remove her remaining garments as fast as possible, but she was stopped by a swift tug of her tie. Now standing between spread thighs, Regina sat up again, and Emma's hands instinctively rested on her hips, very near her desired destination.
"Strip for me."
Emma couldn't help but laugh at the preposterous idea but the regal woman drew her closer and ran her fingers along her waist line, pulling teasingly near her zipper. She watched as green eyes followed the movement of her tongue as she wet red painted lips.
"Babe, that would be the most ridiculous strip tease you've ever seen," she finally responded.
"Humor me," the Queen purred, and the younger woman unexplainedly felt the compulsion to comply.
Shaking her head in amusement, she answered, "You'll regret this," before finishing Regina's previous task of removing her shirt. Knowing she couldn't take herself seriously, she decided she would make this a rather exaggerated and humorous seduction, dramatically tossing her shirt to the side. The subtle movement of Regina's chest exposed her chuckle, though no sound left her lips, trying not to give into Emma's antics so quickly. Her will was tested when the younger woman unbuckled her belt and whipped it from her belt loops, swirling it around her side before pitching that as well. Brunette locks briefly covered her face as she ducked her head and covered her mouth in a failing attempt to conceal her laughter.
"Is it working?" Emma teased.
"Most definitely, Miss Swan."
She wiggled her eyebrows in jest before reaching for the knot of her tie that was now an uneven mess thanks to all the intermittent tugging. As she loosened it and began to pull it over her head, Regina protested.
"The tie stays on."
"Damn," Emma said with an exaggerated whistle. "You have a thing for this tie, woman." When the older woman raised one eyebrow expressing mock surprise at her comment, Emma visibly shivered, and Regina took the opportunity to test the waters, reassuring herself that the blonde was into her current approach.
"It stays on," she said again, her tone nearly a growl.
Emma bit her lip excitedly, as she could only imagine what Regina had planned. Tucking her tie inside the cotton material and crossing her arms over her torso, she shimmied her tank top over her head, throwing it in the same direction as the rest of her belongings. Despite her continued playfulness, Regina remained intensely fixated on her younger lover as the pale skin of her toned stomach and chest were exposed, her never before seen navy blue bra lifting her breasts and making her already alluring cleavage all the more appetizing. Her gaze became predatory, a lioness ready to pounce on her pray, and Emma felt another shiver run down her spine. Joking aside, she felt that fire burning in her belly as she unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them slowly over her hips, swaying them side to side, tempting the queen to end the tease and have her way with her, especially once she noticed that Emma was wearing a matching dark blue thong in lieu of her usual boy shorts.
As the tight denim reached her lower thigh, she realized, as she did every time she shed her signature skinny jeans, that she would need to peel them off like a second layer of skin. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, and she laughed awkwardly as she lifted her leg and yanked hard. Nearly losing her balance, she started to hop on one foot with the jeans now stuck around her ankle. No longer able to control her own laughter, Regina stood and nudged her lover's knee back to the ground.
"Why do I feel like this is quite a familiar scene?"
When the rather clumsy sheriff regained her footing, she placed her hand between pale breasts and guided her back toward the bed. She laid down, and Regina positioned herself between her legs, lovingly untangling her limbs, pulling her socks off as she did so.
"I told you it would be awful," Emma said, still embarrassed, lifting her torso and holding her weight on her elbows.
"It wasn't," Regina said softly. "It was perfect."
"You're just saying that."
"I am not," she continued, moving her body above her lover's athletic form. "It was so wonderfully Emma-esque. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Well I know what I want my first magic lesson to be. How to quickly take off all my clothes."
"Is that so?"
"Or I could just stop wearing those impossibly tight pants." She rolled her eyes at her own wardrobe choices, but Regina shook her head.
"No, we can't have that," she said, kissing the valley between her breasts, "because I do so enjoy seeing you in that skin tight denim. And removing your clothing myself is very satisfying." She brushed her tie off her chest as she grazed her teeth along the side of her breast. Green eyes drifted closed as she mumbled against soft skin, "You are very arousing." She wrapped her fingers around Emma's wrist and guided her hand between her legs, pressing the backs of her fingers firmly against her damp underwear. Emma gasped at the discovery and immediately rotated her hand, stroking her through the wet material. Regina whimpered at the touch before she again sported that predatory grin. "Do you doubt me now, Miss Swan?" she asked. All Emma could do was vehemently shake her head.
Regina moved to straddle one muscular leg as she positioned her own at the apex of Emma's thighs. She applied much needed pressure to her aching core as she ground her hips into Emma's searching fingers. As they kissed, touched, and explored, they maneuvered their way to the top of the bed, Emma resting her head against the pillows. Regina was now slipping her fingers beneath the rarely seen panties, caressing soft and damp skin, capturing Emma's moans with open mouthed kisses.
Her teasing touches successfully had the younger woman extremely aroused, but when her moans became louder and she started to buck her hips, Regina removed her hand, much to her lover's displeasure. She gripped the waistband of her underwear and swiftly yanked them from her legs, causing the blonde to smile at the implication that she'd finished what she started. Instead, the Queen crawled her way back up her body, pressing hot kisses to already heated skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She straddled her naked waist and nuzzled her way into Emma's neck. Holding her weight with one hand, she used the free one to loosen silver silk, and the younger woman took the hint, sliding her head through the gap. Regina reached behind her, and Emma lifted herself off the bed, allowing nimble fingers to deftly unclasp her bra and toss it thoughtlessly to the floor.
"Are you feeling at all… adventurous this evening?" Regina asked, looking down into green eyes. She smiled proudly to herself as Emma's pupils dilated, and she subconsciously licked her lips. She mindlessly continued to brush her fingers along Regina's thighs around her waist.
"I'd say I am," she answered, her voice strained as she struggled to stop squirming. "What did you have in mind?"
"Mm," she hummed, dipping her head to take a nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the quickly hardening bud before sucking hard and grazing it with her teeth. Emma's moan sounded much like a grunt as she slid her hand to the back of her head and tugged gently at her hair. The brunette nipped and sucked at pale skin, mumbling in between kisses, "I'm not going to tell you."
"Now what kind of ga…ahh… game is that? Oh, fuck, 'Gina."
Regina's chuckle only caused Emma's moans to become louder, vibrating plump lips around her sensitive nipple and driving her question straight from her clouded mind. She released it with a pop before taking a moment to gyrate her hips against Emma's stomach, further soaking her own panties, before leaning forward and planting both hands on either side of curly blonde hair.
"A fun one," she finally answered. Emma could only smirk, her hooded eyes and heaving chest evidence enough that Regina was successfully and pleasantly torturing her. "I want to play with you," she husked, dragging her finger along her sharp jawline. "I want to discover your hidden dirty little secrets that make you come completely undone." She leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss, sliding her tongue across Emma's own, ensuring she took her time, but Emma finally broke the kiss.
"Babe, I'm pretty sure you know all those," she groaned, "so feel free to start using them at any time."
"Then maybe," she said, nipping her bottom lip and rocking her hips once again, "I'll find some new tricks," Regina growled. She flashed that 'You're in for some trouble' smile brilliantly down at her, and she felt all the blood in her body flow directly to her aching core. "However, there are rules."
"Of course there are rules," Emma half-jokingly complained.
"Do you trust me?" she asked, her tone now serious, brown eyes searching for any sign of hesitancy.
"I wish I had a quarter for every time you asked me that," the Sheriff teased. But before her lover could protest and explain the importance of maintaining trust, she finished, "I know, babe. I trust you."
"Good," she said before reaching for her new favorite clothing accessory nearby. "It's simple and works much like a stop light," she continued, sliding it through her fingers, Emma watching with fascination. "Green means that you're comfortable and enjoying," she paused to place emphasis on 'enjoying', "what we're doing." She felt the younger woman's abdomen flex between her thighs.
"Yellow is mendable. It means that you want to slow down or it can be used if you're unsure of our current… activity," she said coyly. "Yellow can lead us in a different direction without entirely stopping, but only if that's something you're comfortable with. It puts some control back in your hands. Do you understand?" Her young lover nodded emphatically, biting her bottom lip until it nearly turned white.
"Say 'red' and everything will come to a complete halt. The moment you're uncomfortable or tired or don't like what's happening… anything that makes you want to stop, and I'll end it immediately." Her tone was firm and delivered like an instruction rather than an explanation. She gripped Emma's chin lightly, meeting green curious eyes.
"Emma, I need you to promise me you'll use this color system. I can't make sure you're safe unless you do, and I don't ever want to frighten you." Knowing all she'd been through, Regina needed to ensure she'd never trigger her.
"I promise, Regina," she answered, nodding her head. She winked before adding, "And the light is very much green right now."
The brunette swooped in and captured kiss swollen lips, thrusting her tongue in between white teeth. Moaning into the kiss, Emma reached behind the Mayor and easily unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall on her own chest, immediately replacing the soft cups with her hands, squeezing her breasts and toying with hardened nipples. Regina bucked her hips forward in response before repositioning herself and brushing her thigh against her lover's heated center. The blonde gasped, the much-needed pressure to her throbbing clit coming as a pleasant surprise.
Leaving her thigh in place, Regina sat up and out of Emma's reach, catching her attention. She pouted at the loss, loving the way Regina's body reacted to her touch. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was once again witness to the hungry gaze of her incredibly alluring girlfriend.
"Close your eyes."
Doing so without question, the usually more defiant Sheriff closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek, her nervous excitement causing butterflies to fill her stomach. But that burning fire of arousal remained, and she squirmed, pressing her thighs together around Regina's still leg. She shivered at the sound of her throaty chuckle.
Moving slowly and relishing in the effect the suspense had on her, Regina took her time flattening the tie that had given her dirty ideas from the moment she laid eyes on it. She leaned forward and kissed her softly, pulling away sooner than Emma would have liked, before placing the material over closed green eyes. Instantly understanding what new type of exploration she had in mind, Emma lifted her head and gave Regina the room she needed to tie a loose knot behind golden locks.
"Color?"
"Green."
Regina hesitated momentarily, watching to see if her facial expressions and body language matched her words. She smirked as her lover's movements stilled, leaving only the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her mind focusing on using her remaining heightened senses to discover Regina's current whereabouts. Using this to her advantage, she ghosted her fingers across her abdomen, her light touch again leaving goosebumps in its wake. She dragged them up to just beneath the swell of her breasts before tracing her previous path back to her pelvic bone, all the while lowering her mouth to her exposed chest. Emma, concentrating on somehow getting those wandering fingers to find their way between her legs, gasped loudly, the sound quickly turning to a moan pulled from deep within her. The sensation of Regina sucking earnestly on her nipple was inexplicably multiplied by a thousand without her sight and, coupled with the element of surprise, she wasn't sure she ever wanted to see again.
The older woman sucked hard on her sensitive nub before grazing it lightly with her teeth, using her hand to roll the other between nimble fingers, occasionally giving it a gentle tug. After paying it due attention, she blew on the damp and sensitive flesh, eliciting what sounded like a growl, before floating her attention to the other patiently waiting breast; however, this left her with one now unoccupied hand, and as she continued to lavish her with her talented tongue, she found her way down to her center, wet and waiting for proper attention.
Flattening three digits, she swept them firmly across the entirety of her sex and relished in the intense reaction she elicited. Her hips bucked hard against her hand, nearly pushing her fingers into her aching core, while her hands flung foreword, scratching along her back, leaving angry red marks across olive skin. She hissed at the pain but couldn't ignore the additional wetness soaking her own ruined panties, noticing now that she was previously unaware Emma could be so loud during sex. But you wouldn't hear her complain. Her moans and whimpers were music to Regina's ears, and she found that each beautiful sound further fueled her ego, and ultimately her sex drive.
Regina continued the circular motions of her fingers, avoiding her entrance, causing the blonde's brow to furrow in disappointment and concentration, gyrating her hips as a means to get those damn teasing fingers to fuck her senseless already. But she discovered that her body rather enjoyed a little teasing and knew that Regina would make the wait much worth her while.
Kissing and biting her way down her torso, Regina left a trail of wet red marks on her way to devour her real dessert for the night. Although she had every intention of taking her sweet time there as well, the smell of Emma's essence and the sight of her quivering and wanting created a new burst of desire to override her brain. She immediately dove in, lapping at her entrance, tasting Emma for the first time in far too long. She moaned, her lips vibrating around her clit, and it brought the younger woman so close to the edge that she nearly climaxed right then and there.
Regina stiffened her tongue and pressed the tip inside, slipping one hand under Emma's leg and back around to her hip, holding her wildly bucking waist down to the bed. Emma's hands fisted nearly painfully into brunette hair, trying her hardest to match the tempo of Regina's tongue thrust for thrust, but she was no match for the Mayor's iron grip. Regina retaliated by pressing her nails more firmly into pale skin, and Emma bit her lip, holding back yet another moan.
The brunette quickly replaced her tongue with three fingers, and Emma's teeth pressed so firmly into her bottom lip that she faintly tasted blood. She pulled harder at brunette locks, but despite that Regina rather enjoyed it, she had another idea in mind. Flicking the wrist of her free hand, the Sheriff's grip was magically loosened, and the blonde felt a warmth around her wrists. She gasped, but Regina watched her closely, feeling utterly relieved when she saw Emma's excited smirk and her pink tongue appear between her teeth. Her hands were raised above her head as soft restraints tied her hands to the headboard.
"Color?"
"Green," Emma answered, breathlessly.
"Good," she said, rubbing her thumb over the reddened skin above her hip bone. "Be sure to use your colors, but the material is loose enough to slip off your wrists if you turn your hands and pull, okay?"
"Okay, still green," she said quickly, hoping Regina would get the hint that she wanted her to return to her previous task.
A satisfied grin complimented her sharp features as she purred, "I do believe that the 'don't touch or I'll stop rule' was your creation, was it not?" Emma could only nod. "But I'm having too much fun to stop now. That would just be punishment to me. Instead, I'll just limit your ability to touch, hm? Then I won't have to stop… if you behave, that is." Her lover whimpered, gripping the new material in her hands, willing her lower half to remain still, fearing that Regina would remain true to her word. She would have to stay patient.
Without preamble, Regina again buried her face into the apex of Emma's thighs, making it her personal mission to taste every delicious inch of her girlfriend. She licked, sucked, touched, and fucked her until Emma's entire body was vibrating and her eyes were closed so tightly beneath her blindfold that she was beginning to see stars. Her loud moans disappeared and were replaced with panting as Emma's mouth opened in a silent scream. The older woman recognized the signs of her rapidly approaching orgasm and proceeded to slow her movements rather than maintain them. The blonde loudly groaned in frustration and couldn't resist the way her hips moved, seeking much more than she was now being given, not coming off the edge but not enough to send her over it either.
"Do you remember what you so boldly demanded that I do, Miss Swan? In my very office, no less."
Her mind was very clouded, and she couldn't seem to think of anything other than her current irritation at the leisurely pace Regina settled on. She choked out, "I don't remember," much too soon to have actually attempted to recover any memory at all.
"That's a shame," the Mayor answered, her sultry tone causing Emma's sex to clench, satisfying the older woman that she was still enjoying their little game. "I'd love to fuck you until you can't think straight, but I'm afraid I can't do so until you fulfill your very own last condition."
"Goddamn, Regina," she breathed, as the rarely heard crass choice of words from her regally refined lover caused liquid arousal to again wet her swollen folds. The Queen made a mental note to talk dirty to the younger woman more often, using it to her advantage.
"Try harder," she said, lapping again at her entrance, "because I promise you'll be greatly rewarded."
Emma's brow furrowed again as she wracked her brain for any instructions she gave Regina during their office sex days. She was struggling to think at all, let alone remember what happened three whole years ago, while Regina was licking her clit like that, but she tried to think chronologically, hoping that would jog her memory.
She tongue-fucked her as Regina rode her face. No instructions. She hid her underwear and gave them back to her in her office. Still no demands. She fucked her hard on her desk after she cuffed her to the drawer. Regina already mentioned the 'no touching' rule. "Fuck, 'Gin-ah," she moaned as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. "I'm trying." Her voice sounded strained as she brought her mind back to that day. It had to be then. She was trying to get back at her, and it was always a power struggle, a play for dominance. She would have needed to get at Regina's pride and—
"Beg!" she yelled, not as a command but an exclamation in excitement at remembering, knowing that she'd finally get her well-earned orgasm.
"Excellent, my love," Regina answered, sounding much too proud. "Now all you have to do is—
"Regina, please for the love of god fuck me," she immediately began to plead, her ego no longer a barrier as it was long ago. She'd happily beg her, knowing full well what that does to her lover, but it was especially easy to do so in her current state of desperation. "I need your fingers deep inside me, fucking me until I can't breathe and—"
It seemed neither of them would finish a single sentence as Regina did what was asked of her, plunging her fingers into her lover's throbbing sex, thrusting relentlessly. Emma's scream of ecstasy easily topped her earlier moans in volume, and Regina whimpered as the wet sounds of her fingers entering Emma to her knuckles reached her ears. Without missing a beat, she continued with her hand as she crawled her way up Emma's body, crashing their lips together in a hungry kiss, needing to swallow each unbelievably arousing noise that escaped pale lips.
The younger woman bit her bottom lip and returned her kiss in the best way she could, given that she felt she her lungs were on fire and was struggling to take in enough oxygen. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, but tasting herself in Regina's mouth was insanely erotic. She was closer to climax than she was sure she'd ever been before without giving in to an orgasm, and she clung on to her restraints like they would anchor her to reality.
Momentarily, the Mayor contemplated removing the restraints and blindfold so she could look into those beautiful green eyes when she found her release. She wanted to feel her nails dig into the back of her neck when she arched off the bed and her little incoherent mumbles became a long string of expletives intermingled with her name. But right now, she achieved her goal and discovered one of Emma's "dirty little bedroom secrets". She knew, especially from their office rendezvous, that she had a bit of a submissive side, but tonight, she pushed the limit just a little further, slowly testing the waters of what Emma would be comfortable with. Whether she'd been blindfolded or restrained before, Regina didn't know, but she was happy to learn one more way to please her. Not that it wasn't a bit selfish considering that she very much enjoyed being authoritative.
She nipped at Emma's sharp jawline and used her free hand to grip at the sides of her neck. Her body jerked against Regina's above her, and her lover purred into her ear, "You're so wet for me, Emma." She rocked her panty clad sex against her muscular thigh in tandem with her fingers, coating her sweat covered leg in her own arousal. "You're so delightfully tight around my fingers." Her words caused her core to clench even more around her probing digits, and Regina knew she was moments away from orgasm. Watching her closely, she carefully squeezed her throat a little tighter and husked into her ear.
"Now I've fucked you until you can't think or breathe, Miss Swan, so come for me like I know you want to."
Just as Emma toppled over the edge, Regina heard her pant, "Kiss me," before her words meshed with moans and cries that nearly brought the older woman to her own orgasm. Their kiss was sloppy and wet, neither woman able to maintain much contact when they were struggling to get enough air into their lungs. Emma's body quivered and shook as her lover fucked her relentlessly, prolonging her ecstasy for as long as possible.
When the blonde had ridden out her high, Regina could feel her leaning her hips away from her rapid touch, her body suddenly feeling too sensitive. She slid her soaking wet fingers from within her, dragging them slowly up and down her inner thigh. She felt warm puffs of air against her cheek and waited patiently for Emma to catch her breath before she ghosted her fingers through her sex, sending a shockwave of pleasure to spread quickly through her entire body. Knowing her body was hypersensitive, Regina kept her touches light, grazing gentle circles over her swollen clit, relishing in how rapidly her lover was approaching another climax.
"Color?"
Emma didn't answer, her moans still reverberating off the walls. Although those lovely sounds strongly suggested she was well-pleased, Regina needed to follow through and use their system, just as she expected Emma to do. She ever so slightly slowed her ministrations, intending to ask her again, when Emma finally answered between her loud pants.
"Green… promise…" she breathed desperately. "It's gree—oh fuck!"
Getting the confirmation she needed, Regina's fingers applied a little more pressure to her engorged clit and quickened the circular motion that was driving the younger woman mad. She watched with pleasant fascination as Emma's second orgasm tore through her, suddenly rendering her silent. After only a few moments, pale thighs clamped hard around her forearm, Emma's body unable to withstand much more stimulation. Content with the night's performance and the level of her lover's satisfaction, she finally removed her hand, albeit reluctantly, and immediately brought soaked fingers to eager lips. She sucked them into her mouth, licking each digit clean, before releasing them with a loud pop.
Emma, completely spent, could only muster a small smirk at the sound, knowing exactly what Regina was doing. The older woman hummed in approval, the sight of the big bad Sheriff lying in the middle of her bed, panting and covered in sweat in such a vulnerable position, sent another wave of electric arousal to strike her right in her lower abdomen, heat spreading quickly to her aching sex. She'd been suffering ever since she dragged Emma's wrist between her own thighs, showing the young blonde what an effect she had on her. She was nearly certain that a few simple touches would give her the orgasm she craved. But tonight, she chose instead to focus all her attention on Emma, wanting to please the woman she missed so desperately. Selfishly, she also wanted to explore and reacquaint herself with the beautiful body that seemed to affect her in ways she never expected.
She placed a few sporadic kisses on salty skin as she maneuvered her way up Emma's torso. Kneeling beside her, she reached above her head and pulled at the loose knot around her wrists, freeing her hands. Emma's arms dropped down to the bed like dead weight, the thought of moving them seeming like an impossible task when she felt this exhausted. Regina then slipped her fingers beneath the soft material over her eyes, stroking her cheeks softly as she slid it up and off her face. After resting a few moments longer, Emma peered up at her with half-lidded eyes.
"Hi."
"Mm, there's those beautiful green eyes," she purred with an adoring grin. She leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently, brushing a stray hair off heated skin, before pulling back once more. She kissed her soundly before lowering herself to the bed, resting her head against Emma's chest and draping an arm over her midsection. She pressed her almost naked body snuggly against her side, resigning herself to the fact she'd wait patiently for Emma to fall asleep before she snuck off to the bathroom to finish what they'd started.
"You're too good at that," Emma said, gaining enough strength to bring her arm down from above her head and wrap it around Regina's side. The Mayor lifted her head and smiled coyly at her.
"At what, Miss Swan?"
"That," she laughed. "You know exactly what I mean." When Regina's smirk only grew wider, she shook her head. "You're insufferably arrogant."
"Careful, Sheriff," the older woman warned. "Don't confuse arrogance with confidence, as I do believe I just showed you exactly what I'm capable of."
"You most certainly did," she agreed with a mischievous grin. "Now, it's my turn." Wrapping her arm tightly around her waist, she maneuvered Regina's small frame on top of her and leaned forward to kiss her, but she felt her small hand press against her sternum, nudging her away.
"It's okay, dear. You really don't have to," Regina said softly, brushing her fingers against her cheek. "You should get some rest."
"Don't underestimate me, Your Majesty," Emma husked, her wandering hands reigniting the simmering fire of the Queen's arousal. "I'm only getting started."
She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and glided them through slick heat, watching as brown eyes fluttered shut, groaning in pleasure. Regina easily straddled Emma's waist, pressing herself firmly into the Sheriff's touch. Sitting up straight and rocking her hips in a steady rhythm, she ran her fingers through her hair and fisted her fingers into brown locks on the back of her head. With her eyes still closed, she planted her other hand firmly on Emma's abdomen, maintaining her balance while she concentrated on riding her hand until she finally reached her climax.
With her mouth agape and hand still, Emma watched in awe as Regina managed to utilize her hand as a toy, grinding her sex against her flat palm. Coming to her senses, she stiffened her fingers and easily slid two into awaiting warmth while letting her other hand wander across her stomach and to her slightly bouncing breasts. Regina moaned in approval as she lifted her knees slightly off the bed and then impaled herself once again on awaiting fingers, leaning further back to achieve the perfect angle.
Finally finding her inner strength, Emma used her muscular core to sit up straight, capturing a dusk nipple in between pale lips, flickering her tongue over its peak. As she moved to pay its twin the same due attention, she maneuvered her hand to her lover's lower back, leaning into her body a little more fully, hitting a sweet spot inside Regina that she didn't even know she had. She moaned as she dropped her hand out of her own hair and gripped blonde hair instead, holding on to the back of her head for much needed stability.
Her body went rigid as her impending orgasm swooped in faster than she was prepared for and left Emma to hold her weight. The younger woman picked up where Regina left off, continuously pumping her fingers into wet heat, sucking hard on the skin above her ribs between her breasts certainly leaving a mark, using what little strength she had left in her arms to hold her upright. When her orgasm ceased, she slumped against Emma's lithe form, not protesting at all when strong arms lowered her to the soft mattress below.
Panting heavily, the two women lay there silently reeling from the events of their evening thus far. Regaining her energy first, Emma kissed her shoulder and then her collarbone, inching her way closer to plump red lips. She nibbled the soft skin above her pulse before soothing the glistening red mark and moving higher. Fingers wound their way through silk locks as Regina tugged wandering lips to her own, smiling into the kiss.
"Thank you, Darling."
"Oh, don't thank me for that," Emma said. "That doesn't even count."
"My body begs to differ," the older woman chuckled.
"That's because you still insisted on doing all the work. Just lay there and let me work for it this time," she said with a wink.
"I won't 'just lay here'. I'm no Pillow Princess," Regina scoffed. At Emma's obvious look of surprise, she supplied, "I know this world's silly terms."
"That phrase was stupid before I ever heard you say it, so now it certainly sounds ridiculous. Besides," she said, nuzzling her neck with her nose, "you're a Pillow Queen." Regina playfully slapped her arm.
"Need I remind you who spent the majority of this evening with her hands tied to my headboard entirely at my mercy?" Emma felt her sex clench involuntarily, and Regina smiled smugly as she saw the glint in her eye. "Precisely, Miss Swan. So do enlighten me on who is the Pillow Princess in this relationship."
With a hard eye roll, Emma said, "Then I'll just have to return the favor." She wiggled her eyebrows before lowering her eager mouth to the elastic waistband of her ruined panties. Taking the thin material between her teeth, she dragged it down toned thighs as Regina moaned and wove her fingers through her hair, encouraging her decent.
[X]
Emma huffed as warm streams of orangish-yellow light shone through Regina's much too thin curtains and into her still closed eyes, waking her from her peaceful slumber. Intent on telling her girlfriend exactly how much she did not enjoy being woken up in such a manner, she rolled onto her side and blindly reached out with her arm to find the rest of the bed empty. Feeling that the sheets were still warm where her lover once lay, she knew she couldn't have left bed much earlier, quite possibly for the same reason.
Mumbling to herself about how she wished she could just curl up with her and stay in bed for the majority of the day, she swung her legs over the side and touched her feet to the floor. The motion brought to her attention just how sore she was this morning, a fact she didn't find all that surprising given how attentive Regina had been the night prior. She smiled to herself, shaking her head at the memory, trying to quell her quickly budding arousal before even exiting the bedroom.
Stretching as much as her sore body would allow, she gathered her belongings off the floor and dressed herself, only noting that her shirt seemed to be missing despite the rest of her clothing being exactly where she tossed it. Not awake enough to even consider that a problem, Emma padded her way into Regina's expansive bathroom to find a toothbrush lying out for her. She couldn't stop the dopey smile that tugged at her lips upon seeing it there, remembering just what it's like to have the Mayor wake before her and leave a trail of little things that show how much she cares.
Making her way down the stairs, her smile grew as she smelled the fresh scent of coffee, feeling an almost comforting sense of déjà vu. Although this time, she wasn't nervously descending the stairs, hungover and terribly unsure of what staying the night meant for them or their newly budding romance. As she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she was captivated by the sight of Regina sitting at the island, dressed in only the missing black shirt in question and a pair of purple underwear, drinking her usual morning coffee and reading The Daily Mirror, a pair of black reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Emma leaned against the doorframe, not yet stepping across the threshold, ignoring the heat coiling in her lower abdomen and letting that familiar domesticity settle in her chest instead. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her jeans and watched quietly as the brunette took a sip of the steaming drink before turning the page in the paper.
It felt like forever ago that she first allowed that frightening and thrilling feeling of 'home' to fill her heart. That first night, she feared everything was too much – she drank too much and said too much and just felt too much. But coming down those same stairs the very next morning to find Regina at the counter in her adorable silk pajamas felt just right. That was the first time she could say with confidence that she no longer wanted to run. This was where she wanted to be, and the fact that she found herself in the very same position all these years later brought an overwhelming warmth and happiness to fill her stomach with butterflies.
"You're still not sneaky, Miss Swan," that husky voice said, breaking through her clouded thoughts. "I truly don't understand how you were ever successful at surveillance."
"I'm not trying to be sneaky," she chuckled, unfolding her arms and finally making her way into the kitchen. "I'm just admiring the view."
She stepped behind the brunette, wrapped her arms around the back of her chair, and let her hands rest over her midsection. Newspaper forgotten, Regina removed her glasses and allowed her head to lull back onto Emma's shoulder as the blonde nuzzled her nose into her neck, kissing it softly, while she laced their fingers together over her stomach. The older woman hummed happily as Emma's kisses moved higher, caressing her jaw before she slid her hand to her pale cheek and pulled Emma's lips to her own.
"Good morning, my love."
"It's a great morning, babe," Emma said in return, kissing her again sweetly before resting her chin on her shoulder. "Because I get to see you when I first wake up."
"Well aren't you just romantic," Regina supplied, patting her affectionately on the cheek before once again picking up the paper.
"I think the word you're looking for is 'charming'."
"Please don't making me nauseous this early in the morning. I haven't even had breakfast yet."
"Mm, speaking of breakfast," the younger woman purred, nudging the collar of her black shirt aside with her chin and grazing her teeth along her collarbone. "You look amazing this morning." As she pushed the shirt open a little further, she was at the perfect angle to see directly down the front of the brunette's chest. The older woman only fastened about half of the buttons, leaving a lovely view of the valley between pert unrestrained breasts. She grazed her fingers along the shoulder opposite her lips and then down the front of her chest, easily slipping beneath the open shirt, saying, "My shirt looks much better on you." She didn't even bother to fight the smug smirk that appeared when she noticed the reddish-purple love bite placed strategically on her ribs between her breasts.
"I knew you had quite the impressive libido, but I was unaware you'd be so… eager this morning. I would've thought you had plenty last night," Regina teased, letting her head fall back once again, leaving herself open to wandering hands. She lifted her arms and let her own fingers find the back of Emma's neck, tangling themselves in golden locks.
"I didn't hear you complaining," she hummed against her thundering pulse, nipping lightly at already reddened skin. Gasping as Emma's fingertips grazed a rapidly hardening nipple, Regina stood from her chair and turned around, clasping her hands behind Emma's head.
"I wasn't complaining, dear. I was simply making a statement."
Without preamble, Emma took advantage of Regina's change in position and quickly wrapped her arms around her waist, hoisting her into the air and placing her on the counter. Her fingers gripped tightly into Emma's bare shoulders, and she shivered as the exposed skin of her thighs met cool granite.
"Miss Swan, get me down from here. This is where we eat!"
"Exactly," she said with a sly smirk before grabbing her roughly by the collar and yanking her in for a searing kiss. In moments, her shirt was entirely unbuttoned, and Emma's eager fingers were toying with her breasts, squeezing and groping, before trailing down to create nonsensical patterns on the warm skin of Regina's thighs with dull fingernails. It wasn't long before her lips followed suit, and she found herself between the older woman's legs, eyeing her lace-covered breakfast.
She licked her lips and looked up to find hooded brunette eyes staring back down at her, torn between 'This is my clean kitchen counter where I prep meals for my family' and 'I need her to devour me right this very moment or I'll die'. The latter thought taking over, she wove her fingers into blonde silk and dropped her head back, sighing pleasurably, and Emma's warm breath washed over her heated skin when she chuckled at her response.
Not making her wait long, Emma wrapped her fingers around Regina's ankles and lifted them, placing one heel on the counter top and dropping the other leg over her shoulder. The older woman took the hint and spread herself open for her lover's waiting tongue, pulling her closer with her calf draped behind Emma's right shoulder blade. She leaned back, holding herself up with her elbows in order to watch her girlfriend's magical – no pun intended – mouth do such wonderful things to her.
Attempting to stifle a moan, she sunk her teeth into her lip and watched with rapt attention as Emma locked eyes with her and pressed her hot tongue against the thin material. She grazed her teeth over her clit before tugging her panties to the side and freeing the sensitive bundle of nerves. She wrapped her lips around it and hummed, the vibrations eliciting a similar sound to escape plump lips. Quickly becoming annoyed with the only barrier between her and the object of her desire, Emma slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and slid the clothing from toned legs, pulling hard enough to remove them without Regina lifting herself much at all. Moments later, she dove back in, licking and sucking on her sex in a steady rhythm.
Regina's arms began to shake, and she could hardly hold up her weight. Her body was also quite sore and very worn out from their eventful first date, and she didn't seem to have much energy left in her. Emma left her pleasantly sated, and yet it took no time at all for her to arouse her once again with such little effort. As she rapidly approached her orgasm, she was surprised and disappointed when the warm mouth driving her mad suddenly stopped its present task. She opened her eyes to find Emma standing upright like a meerkat, peering across the kitchen.
"Emma, I swear if you don't—"
"Shh!"
Regina's mouth opened in shock and mock offense, but before she had the opportunity to incredulously ask her why she had the audacity to shush her, she was being lifted off the counter again and nudged toward the stairs. Turning to find Emma wide-eyed and looking somewhat panicked, she furrowed her brow in confusion. That is, until she heard keys in the front door and voices on the porch.
As realization dawned on her, she set off in a sprint toward the stairs before remembering she had on Emma's only shirt. Yanking it from her arms, she tossed it behind her without ever turning around, uncharacteristically taking the stairs two at a time. Despite the seriousness of this situation, Emma laughed aloud at the sight of the Mayor skipping steps stark naked in a desperate attempt to keep whoever was waltzing in the door from seeing her in such a state. She slipped into the bathroom just as she heard her son's voice, still surprised at its somewhat lower tone.
"Mom! Ma! Where are you?"
"Henry!" Snow chided in a whisper-yell. "They might still be sleeping!"
"Nuh uh," he responded, dropping his bag to the floor. "Mom always wakes up early."
Emma quickly turned on the water and wiped at her face before swishing some water in her mouth and spitting it out. She couldn't very well enter the kitchen and greet her son with her mouth tasting like… well, his other mother. After adjusting her hair in the mirror, she exited the bathroom to find not only Henry and Snow but also his friend Jacob standing near the counter. Cringing inwardly at the thought of the terribly inappropriate things she was doing only moments prior, she tried to seem casual as she greeted them.
"Hey, kid," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately. He scrunched up his face and immediately set to fixing it again, although he didn't quite hate it as much as he pretended. "Hi, Jacob," she added with a smile and a wave.
"Good morning, Sheriff," he said cheerily. Just then, Regina made her way down the stairs in her silk blue blouse, black slacks, and matching blazer looking as calm and collected as ever. "Good morning, Ms. Mills."
"Well hello, everyone," Regina spoke up.
She smiled at her growing boy and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. He was the same height as her now, and the thought pulled at her heartstrings. She kissed his hair softly but didn't hold onto him long, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friend. She then approached Jacob and placed her hand under his chin in a motherly gesture. He had been one of Henry's few friends since his early childhood, and Regina held a special place in her heart for the kind boy that was not scared off by the Evil Queen that Henry had as a mother. "You're such a polite young man. When did you grow up so much?"
"In the last couple months, I guess," he shrugged, and the older woman couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt at providing her with an actual answer.
"It would appear so."
She folded her arms and allowed her eyes to roam over her the faces of her surprise guests before allowing them to settle on Snow who appeared to be actively avoiding eye contact. She arched her brow in questioning as she asked, "As much as I love the company, what brings you here this morning? I thought you were picking them up and taking them to school."
"I was," she answered timidly, "but Henry absolutely insisted that we stop here first." At Emma's pointed glare, she continued. "I tried to call several times to let you know we were on our way here, but no one answered."
"I needed to know how your date went!" Henry beamed up at her.
The younger woman's cheeks turned a light shade of pink with embarrassment, and upon noticing, Snow's turned a matching shade. Regina couldn't help but relish just a little in the idea that Snow consistently had small reminders that she'd successfully corrupted her daughter. It simply seemed ironic, and she was amused, despite the significant and drastic change in her relationship with her former enemy.
"And since when is that any of your business, young man?" she asked with a smirk.
"Since I've been trying to make this happen for months now," he answered with a matching grin.
"Well, if you must know, your mother and I had a lovely evening."
"See?" he said excitedly, addressing his birth mother. "I told you there was nothing to be nervous about!"
"Hey, I wasn't nervous!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. "I was… I just wanted to be prepared, that's all." She shot him a look that said she was going to kill him for that later.
"No, dear," came Regina's warm voice, her sarcasm causing Emma's cheeks to turn a shade darker. "You don't sound nervous at all."
"Yeah, you didn't have reason to be worried either, Mom! It all worked out great."
Her 'You're going to regret saying that,' glare was much more intimidating than Emma's, but Henry's mischievous grin never wavered. Snow tried to hide a chuckle behind her hand accompanied by Jacob's quiet giggle from the other side of the room.
"You're an instigator, just like your mother," she said dismissively, but her tone didn't carry the bite of an actual insult. Instead, he nodded his head in agreement with an accompanying shrug that was perfectly in Emma's likeness before glancing at her. The blonde mimicked his action, not bothering to argue something she knew was quite true.
"You both were taking too long so somebody had to do something."
"You're lucky I love you," Emma chirped from her place behind Regina, crossing her arms.
"You young men need to be at school," the older woman said, intentionally changing the subject. Snow perked up and fumbled with her keys, ready to quickly sprint to the door before she could receive Regina's lecture. "Jacob, dear, I'm sorry you were swept up in my son's shenanigans this morning. Snow will be sure you still arrive on time. Why don't you come for dinner this weekend? I can pick you both up from school on Friday and make it up to you with pizza," she joked.
"Oh, I don't mind, Ms. Mills! I had fun with Henry! I'll ask my mom about this weekend though, for sure. Thank you!"
"You're very welcome."
Emma stepped forward to kiss Henry on the forehead, and Regina followed suit. Emma then waved goodbye to her son's friend before taking a few more steps and hugging her mother, ignoring the remaining slightly pink tint to Snow's cheeks. Despite feeling a little uncomfortable with being suddenly smacked in the face by a reminder that her daughter was doing… things with Regina, things a mother doesn't want to know, she hugged Regina goodbye nonetheless, a view that was still somewhat shocking to those around to witness it. When the boys leapt off the front porch and down to the car, Snow lingered behind.
"I really am sorry for the intrusion this morning. I truly tried to dissuade him, but he was very persistent and well…" She ducked her head for a moment and avoided eye contact with the two women listening attentively. "I have such a hard time telling him 'no' when he's such a strong advocate for True Love." At that, her smile turned genuine and bright, and it made Emma feel a lot of conflicting feelings: embarrassed and relieved, exposed and loved, anxious and excited. Her mother approved of her relationship with Regina. And while she didn't need her approval for this to work, it certainly made things a hell of a lot easier, especially for Henry. After all this time, she was still getting used to the idea that there were people in her life who were happy for her.
"Don't worry about it, Snow," Regina said warmly, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We appreciate your effort but don't mind the company."
With a matching grin, she said, "Well I have to get the kids off to school, but it was lovely talking to you. I'll see you soon."
"I appreciate you giving them a ride," Regina answered, walking her to the door. "I'll bring by a coffee for you when I come into work. It might help get us both through this Board meeting," she chuckled.
"That would be lovely," Snow answered gratefully. She took the few steps down to the walkway before smiling at them one last time and sliding into the driver seat. As Regina closed the door, she turned to see Emma smirking at her, standing much closer than she was moments before.
"You were worried, huh?" she teased.
"I suppose only as worried as you were nervous, dear. Don't act like our son didn't just expose you too."
"Fine," she resigned. "I was nervous. But how could I not be?" she asked, throwing her hands up. "You're rather intimidating, Madame Mayor." Regina feigned annoyance and rolled her eyes before stalking closer to the younger woman.
"I'm not that intimidating. And I'm not even the mayor anymore."
"You're on the Board," Emma answered matter-of-factly, "so you still run this town. And what I meant was that you're intimidatingly sexy." She wiggled her eyebrows for emphasis, and Regina laughed, slipping her fingers into her belt loops and tugging her close.
"You're an idiot."
"Your idiot."
"You most certainly are," she chuckled before kissing her soundly.
Emma hummed contentedly before slowly deepening the kiss. Regina's simmering arousal was quickly ignited when she felt strong hands hold her close, pressing her firmly against the younger woman's athletic form. She trailed her fingers along her biceps, once again encased in the snug black material that had her equally aroused the night before.
Taking her lip between white teeth, Regina nibbled teasingly before thrusting her tongue into her mouth, suddenly craving all of her at once. She dragged it across the inside of her teeth before stroking Emma's tongue with her own, determined to exhibit dominance from the start. She roughly grabbed the back of the blonde's neck and pressed her other hand to her sternum, shoving her back into the nearest wall while bringing her mouth impossibly closer. The younger woman let out a grunt but only lost contact with her girlfriend's lips when she moved to suck on the skin above her thundering pulse, wandering fingers finding their way to her belt buckle.
"Upstairs," she breathed. "Now."
Emma finished her task of unfastening her belt and started working on the buttons of her blouse, much too occupied with reclaiming all of Regina's slender neck to fully register what was being said. The older woman simply grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together without even waiting for a response. She allowed herself to be walked up the first set of stairs and to the platform before she decided to ask an amusing question.
"Couldn't you like…" Unable to think of an accurate word for such a new concept, she motioned with her hands mimicking the way Regina would fluidly flick her wrist when performing magic. "… poof us there?" After staring at her pointedly for a brief moment, she moved her hand as such and engulfed them in purple smoke, setting them gently on the floor beside her bed.
"You mean like that, dear?"
"Exactly like that."
"To be completely honest, I'm not used to having magic again. I forgot I have the ability to 'poof' places, as you so eloquently put it."
Emma half-heartedly rolled her eyes and earned an adorable smirk from Regina. She then rested her fingers under her chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
"Is there some sort of magic that helps you find things you misplaced?"
"Yes, there are various ways. Why do you ask?"
Emma smile looked as if she'd won the lottery as she dug her hand into her pocket. With a furrowed brow, Regina watched as she withdrew something small and held it tucked into her fist. Then she unraveled the material in her hand to reveal that she had her purple lace underwear dangling from her index finger.
"Because it would seem I was right when I said you just like to walk around commando and leave your underwear places. I figured being able to find where you left them might come in handy someday." Regina snatched them from her before slapping her arm. Emma feigned injury and rubbed at her arm dramatically with a slight pout. "Hey, I thought you'd be thankful that I grabbed them and didn't leave them for our son to find. Or even worse, his friend!"
"Or your mother…" Regina cringed. Then she remembered. "You took them off me in the first place! I had to run so that I wasn't found naked on my own kitchen counter!"
"You could've poofed," the Sheriff responded with a wink.
"Shut up," she said, tossing the panties at her. Emma swatted them away but was quickly distracted from their banter when Regina swept her hand down her body and immediately rid herself of her remaining clothing. Summoning her with the crook of her finger, she purred, "Now come here and finish what you started."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Emma pointed at herself with two fingers silently requesting some assistance, and in moments, her clothing was gone in a puff of purple smoke as well. Wasting little time, she stalked closer and pounced on the older woman, successfully toppling them down onto the mattress and once again reacquainting herself with the most sensitive parts of the olive-skinned goddess she'd fallen so in love with.
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