Regina bounces lightly on Emma's bed, her eyes alert and on the gorgeous blonde who is reaching behind her back to free herself from the black leather. She quickly scrambles to her knees, causing a twinkle in Emma's bright eyes as she shuffles toward the edge of the bed.
"Turn around," she orders darkly, leaving no room for Emma to disobey. Emma moves her bouncing curls out of the way, sneaking a peek over her shoulder as Regina finds the zipper. She doesn't pull on it just yet. "I know you know you're beautiful, it's obvious since you have no problem picking up every man or woman you see," she begins in a low husk that persuades Emma's flesh to pop with little goosebumps.
"Regina, I'm really not some-"
"Sshhhh," she silences her, finally dragging down the zipper at the slowest pace imaginable. "But do you know how beautiful your soul is?" She whispers seductively behind her ear, pressing a delicate kiss right there.
"I-what?" Emma's voice is extra wet and shaky, but Regina will rectify that, she wants the confident woman tonight that drives her absolutely mad.
Regina slips her index fingers beneath the leather at the nape of Emma's neck and gradually eases the dress away. First, she exposes the defined shoulder blades, convincing her lips to stretch forward and kiss each one.
"You're physically attractive, we all know this. Anyone who has eyes can see, but what I see is, a beautiful soul," she confesses, guiding the fabric down those spectacular biceps. "Do you consciously have to make an effort to be kind to everyone or does it come natural?" She murmurs against a shoulder, coaxing those goosebumps to present themselves once again.
"You have called me an asshole on several occasions," Emma's raspy voice acknowledges while craning her neck to see that satisfied smirk across Regina's face.
"This is true," she flippantly agrees, aggressively sliding the dress away from the slim frame, like the garment just insulted her. "I have an inkling though, that maybe you enjoyed pushing my buttons. It wasn't in your nature to fight with me, but you didn't know what else to do, other than pull my pigtails."
Emma spins around abruptly, revealing that she wasn't wearing a damn thing beneath that dress all night and all the moisture in Regina's mouth ends up between her legs.
"Yeah, but we weren't a couple of five-year-olds," Emma retorts, gripping Regina's thighs with determination. "And we definitely weren't running around on some playground," she declares, yanking on Regina and causing her back to hit the mattress. She crawls on top of her, dips down for a quick, yet aggressive kiss and whispers, "but I will absolutely love pulling your hair."
Regina groans, her body betraying her and revealing her dirty little secrets when she reacts so desperately to Emma's words; bucking off the mattress and moaning at the feel of the warm skin pinning her into place. However, she was going somewhere with her speech before Emma so rudely interrupted.
"Hair pulling aside," she teases, but Emma is focused, shoving the navy dress up her body. "You are a genuinely sweet person," she coos, cupping a flushed cheek and stroking the heated flesh below.
Emma stops dead in her tracks, something flickering across her mind before she shakes those unwanted thoughts away and proceeds to pull the dress until it's up and over Regina's head. Cautiously, like she's dipping her toes in to test a bubbling hot tub, Emma lays back down on top of Regina and they both sigh from the connection.
"Emma," Regina's voice is barely a whisper and it forces green eyes to latch onto wholesome brown. "The way you play with Lennox, the way you play with Ruby and Belle's children, it shows just how good you are inside. You really are beautiful and I know I've been making things so difficult for you, but..." she swallows because all of a sudden there is a boulder of emotions lodged in the back of her throat.
"But what?" Emma murmurs, petting the side of her head while her thumb travels down her forehead, across her temple to stroke her cheek.
"I didn't know how to act around you. I was trying so hard to push you away because I knew, if we were ever something, you could easily break me," she confesses, despite her brain yelling at her to shut the hell up.
It's the most real she has been with Emma and like magic, the weight of pressure lifts from her chest and she can finally take a cleansing breath. One she has been denied since she found out about her best friend.
"I know you have it in your mind that I'm some player, screwing everyone I see, but it's not like that. I don't sleep with these people as some conquest, just to brag the next day. I-" she groans, low in her throat as she connects her forehead with Regina's chest.
"Emma, I shared something very intimate and honest with you, please don't shut me out now."
This catches the blonde's attention and coaxes her to lift her head. "I know. It's just really hard to be honest. You're the first person I have ever been so real with besides August."
"I'm not going anywhere. I believe we have seventeen years."
Emma chuckles, bouncing her head mindlessly. "Yeah." Her laughter fades away and Regina can see the inner turmoil struggling to spin around in her head. "Before this whole thing with Lennox happened, my life was very lonely. Yeah, I had August and Kathryn and the little squirt, but it's not like I spent every waking moment with them. My life was quiet, too quiet and I hated my thoughts that always ran back to my childhood. August always pushed for me to find someone, but I lied to him. Told him I was happy. I wasn't happy...those one-night stands were never satisfying. They just...eased the pain for a moment. But when it was all over, I needed them to go. I never, ever, wanted anyone to reject me like all those foster homes did. It was easier to stick to one night than risk getting hurt."
Regina's observing her face, noticing the furrow in her brows, memorizing the way her nose scrunches up like she's tasting something sour when an old memory comes to mind. She really is beautiful. Emma's eyes flutter for a brief second, her hand moving to brush Regina's hair away again.
"I hope you know you're different. I don't ever want to hurt you. You mean too damn much to me," she vows, inspiring Regina to cup her cheeks and drag her down for a powerful kiss.
The moment is suddenly too real for Regina and she can't stand the way her heart is surrendering to the gorgeous woman.
"Okay, enough with the sappy speeches," she demands, easily flipping Emma onto her back. "I've been dying to explore this thing between us." And with that, she's floating down Emma's naked body.
"That's called chemistry," Emma breathlessly gasps as she watches the tip of Regina's smart tongue swirl gloriously around her nipple.
Regina doesn't respond, not with words at least, just a hearty chuckle and a little more pressure against the perky bud. Emma groans, low and long, trapping the noise in her throat while her hips gyrate for attention as well. Without a coherent thought in her mind, she runs her fingers through midnight black tresses and holds Regina close.
Regina smiles to herself before sucking that hardening peak between her teeth, drawing out the sexiest moan from her lover. Regina's right hand moves to the neglected breast, palming the heavy globe and wondering how she has kept her hands to herself for so long? Emma is always parading around in skimpy tank tops, showing off how blessed she was in that area and Regina is completely ruining her underwear from finally being able to have all access to them.
Something possessive strikes hard and piercing in Regina's chest, forcing her mind to think about all the people Emma has been with. It's irrational, completely ridiculous, but jealousy explodes in her heart, poisoning her veins and running wildly through her blood and all she wants to do is worship these breasts, demanding that they are hers until Emma surrenders, vowing that only Regina can have them again.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma garbles, hardly even words as her body becomes possessed and her back lifts off the mattress.
She roughly digs her fingers into Regina's scalp and holds her even closer, which only encourages Regina to work her tongue even more vigorously around the sensitive nipple while her other hand rolls the other bud and pinches rather aggressively. Emma is a writhing, panting mess, already glistening in a thin layer of sweat and Regina has only just begun.
Regina glides down the wet flesh, just a little bit until she's at the bottom of Emma's breast, that's where she stakes her claim. She sucks the flesh between her teeth, flicking her tongue over the reddening area and completely loses herself in all the sweet moans escaping Emma's mouth. She nips, scrapes and sucks the porcelain skin until she paints a stunning swirl of cherry and mulberry that might as well be her signature against her canvas.
"Did you just give me a hickey?" Emma investigates, gasping for a breath that isn't hot and sticky from the heat pulsating around them. "In a spot I can't even see?" She pouts, trying to take a gander at Regina's artwork, but unable to see below her breast.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, show Miss Swan the hickey she wants to see most of all," Regina's dark and sultry tone whispers as her lips skate down those mouth-watering abs.
"Real funny, Regina. If you're going to mark me, I would like to see the evidence, so I have a reminder that this wasn't just some filthy dream," Emma deadpans, obviously annoyed that unless she does visit a mirror, there won't be any other proof.
Regina simply chuckles, it's a taunting mysterious laugh that has Emma's body breaking out in goosebumps all over again. Her fingers dance up the taut abdominal muscles, finally relishing in the sculpture that are always teasing her every morning. She runs her tongue down Emma's flat stomach, remembering very clearly that this is something she has been dying to do.
Along the way, her eyes memorize each freckle scattered across Emma's pale skin, finding each and every one adorable. She even takes a moment to notice the cute little belly button that she can't pull herself away from, so she ends up playfully nipping at it. That's when Emma spreads her legs, already so willing to offer herself up and Regina feels a little smug at how quickly the woman is ready to surrender.
She strategically places wet and delicate kisses all across Emma's bikini line, provoking those hips to sway eagerly. She smiles, fully proud of herself for driving this cocky blonde mad. Her lips explore, peppering all around Emma's sex, but never traveling too close to her slit. She even dips down between Emma's thighs and her slick folds, running her tongue teasingly in between and nipping that area as well.
"Regina," Emma gasps, squirming impatiently across the bed. "I...fuck."
"You know, you have the cutest little freckle right here," Regina husks, her tongue poking out to swipe at the little dot at the bottom of Emma's fold.
"Oh my god, Regina," her lover breathlessly moans. "No, I didn't know I have a freckle down there, but please stop teasing me."
"Impatient are we? You know, I'm the one that's been sex deprived, not you," Regina scolds, lightly swatting at the outside of a milky white thigh.
Emma groans, sounding awfully miserable, but she cups Regina's cheek, silently demanding her attention. Regina instantly obeys, peering up at the stunning body laid out for her until she catches the most intense green eyes shimmering down at her.
"Yeah, you might be sex deprived, but I've been intimacy deprived," Emma earnestly states and Regina has no idea why, but her chin wobbles from the confession.
She finds herself crawling right up Emma's body to plant a deep kiss against the pout staring back at her. Slender fingers weave into her hair and hold her close as Regina's tongue slips right in, dancing with Emma's to hopefully convey her true feelings. She thinks about ending the kiss and slipping right back down Emma's body, but something tells her she needs to make this moment special for Emma. She needs to show this lost woman exactly what intimacy feels like.
So, her lips stay firmly planted against Emma's, while her right hand skates down the woman's chest. Slowly, she drags her own mound against Emma's and groans when she feels the heat radiating off the other woman. She gropes a full breast that is far too big for her dainty hand and thrusts again, making sure she adds just enough pressure against Emma's hidden gem.
Emma releases a shuddering breath, her fingers clenching on the back of Regina's scalp as her body rolls to meet her halfway. "Fuck," she gasps once again which only encourages Regina to roughly glide her soaked center against Emma's.
Her lover moves at lightning speed, yanking down her lace panties with one hand, while the other unclasps her bra faster than Regina has ever seen another human do before. She's kind of awestruck for a second, but then she remembers how much practice Emma must have. She quickly abolishes that thought from her brain and dives right back in to frantically kiss her.
Emma's hand is in her hair again, keeping her in place while Regina's hand tickles down a ribcage before sneaking between their conjoined bodies. She swipes her finger through the thick essence just as she thrusts her hips down as well, mixing their arousal as one.
Everything seems heightened, extra sensitive, like her entire body is burning yet prickling with a thousand needles all at once. She's not entirely sure what is happening, but she knows she has never experienced sex quite like this. She's never been this attracted to another human, or felt this comfortable or confident. And she knows damn well she has never been this turned on before in her life.
Damn fate.
Damn Emma Swan.
She brushes her thumb over the sensitive little gem and smiles when Emma shivers in delight. That's when she plunges one finger in deep and swallows Emma's moan to keep all to herself. Her own hips are frantic, grinding against the back of her own hand, searching for the pleasure she knows Emma will gift her.
She's becoming drunk on the euphoric buzz swimming through her blood, but she manages to add another finger into the tight canal. She groans, deep in her chest at the feel of Emma's silky walls sucking her fingers, searching for the blissful pleasure.
"Fuck," Emma mewls, her hips becoming unhinged as she follows Regina's rhythm.
"So articulate in bed," she taunts, grinning wildly as she curls her fingers right after her remark.
Emma bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Regina becomes absolutely hysterical in that moment, desperately needing to see this woman come undone. So, she slithers one more finger deep inside and grinds down especially hard on her own hand.
"Regina," Emma mindlessly gasps, yanking on dark hair while her other hand scratches deliciously down Regina's back. She locates Regina's bottom and claws at the meaty flesh as she roughly thrusts upward to match Regina's tempo. "Fuck, you feel so good," she groans, a little too loud with a sleeping baby in the next room, but that never stops Regina from proceeding to pound into her.
"Ssshhhh," she scolds, covering Emma's mouth with her own and swallowing all her sexy noises of praise.
The moment becomes almost too intense; Regina's head is violently swimming, the air is thick, almost suffocating, their hips are both frantically swaying while Regina fucks Emma like they will never see the light of day again. Out of nowhere, Regina feels her stomach coiling, the pressure building low and sending signals across her entire body. She becomes absolutely wild in that moment, but Emma is right there with her.
Her lover rips her mouth away, panting and moaning erotically while yanking on Regina's hair and clinging to her bottom. Regina needs some sort of contact, so she dives down, her teeth scraping against Emma's exposed neck and that's what pushes the blonde over the edge. She stiffens, crying out a song that Regina wishes she was recording so she can play it on repeat. It's also what sends her soaring as well, along with the wetness soaking her hand.
"Oh my god," Emma pants as Regina collapses on top of her. Come to think of it, even though Regina knows she has the more dominate personality, she thought for sure Emma would have topped her. "Holy shit, come here you beautiful creature." Regina chuckles, allowing Emma to lift her head and bring her in for a kiss that very clearly expresses her gratitude. "That's what I've been missing for three years. Holy shit."
"You've said that, dear."
"Holy fucking shit," Emma says again, pulling Regina back in for another searing kiss.
And then, the evening becomes a sexcapade. One would assume they were training for some new sex division in the Olympics.
Emma flipped Regina on her back in a matter of seconds after refilling her lungs and went down on Regina like it was her last meal and she would be happy to fucking die between her legs. Regina had never been with a lover who was that enthusiastic and thorough with her job down there. Yes, she's been with some great women, but none compare to the vigor Emma dedicated to her deprived pussy. The woman refused to let up after two mind-blowing orgasms that almost left Regina blind.
She eventually had to swat Emma away when she became too sensitive. After that, she definitely needed to repay the favor, so she sunk between those strong thighs, kissed that sexy little freckle and showed Emma exactly how smart her tongue truly is.
She's not entirely sure how the subject was brought up, she's certain she was half asleep after Emma came so hard that she banged her head on the headboard while screaming Regina's name so loud all the neighbors heard. Anyways, somehow, Emma ended up with Regina's strap-on and fucked her into an oblivion.
At first, it was slow and sensual and sexy as hell and then after they both came together in plain, old-fashion, missionary position, Emma caught this second win. And Regina was sure her pheromones had put the woman under some sort of spell because she became insatiable.
She flipped Regina over, smacked her ass and screwed her right into the mattress. Regina was a panting, heaving mess, screaming into the pillow and clawing at the sheets as they both shook violently from their orgasms. Then, this sex-crazed woman pulled Regina on top of her and honestly, Regina's legs were still trembling and she was completely dazed, and not at all prepared to ride the blonde, but Emma gripped her hips and pounded into her and Regina swore she had never come so hard in her life. She's fairly confident she saw the gates to Heaven opening up.
It didn't end there, no, this woman was seriously possessed with Regina's bewitching pussy. She lost all control. She climbed off the bed, tugged Regina down to the edge of the bed by her ankles, and then slipped that toy inside like it lived there and was just returning home from a long day at work. Then, Emma placed Regina's legs over her shoulders and rammed into her like she made a living off Regina's screams.
That is what finally exerted all of Emma's powers and she collapsed onto the bed next to Regina. A sweaty, beet red, beautiful mess, with claw marks, teeth imprints and Regina's lipstick decorating her flesh.
And Regina fell madly in love in that moment.
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"Sleep," Regina murmurs, her voice extra hoarse from screaming out Emma's name all night and never has Emma ever been more proud of herself.
Still, she ignores the woman's command and continues to gift the perfect flesh with adoring kisses. "Pay attention to me," she whines, sweeping the wild, thick hair away from her lover's shoulder to grant her more kisses.
Regina chuckles softly and peeks one eye open. "You're kind of needy and that's not at all what I expected out of you, Miss Swan." This sassy comment wins her a nice bite to her shoulder. "Owww."
"Be nice. Or I won't share."
"Share what?" Regina mumbles, still half asleep from the strenuous work out her body is not at all accustomed to.
"This," she whispers, dangling a bag in front of Regina's face.
"Is that marijuana?" She balks, pushing herself up to her elbows and blinking rapidly because it's still pitch-black in the room.
"Marijuana? God, Regina you really are a princess, aren't you?" She huffs, sliding off the woman's back to rest against the headboard. "It was Kathryn and August's. I found it in their room when we were cleaning it out," she explains, staring at the bag like maybe it will show her a glimpse of her best friends once again.
"What? Kathryn never did that," Regina coldly defends, sliding up in bed, holding the sheet closely to cover up her perky little breasts.
God does Emma love how they really aren't that big and fit perfectly in her hand.
She smirks to herself, but it's impossible to wipe this sappy grin from her face.
"Yes she did," she calmly replies. "Honestly, I thought they stopped when Lennox was born, but on her first birthday, August harassed some kids and threatened to tell their employer for having this on them and he confiscated it."
"You mean stole it?"
Emma laughs, mindlessly playing with the baggie. "Yeah, he stole it from them. And then he told me how every now and then he and Kathryn would smoke and reminisce about life before mortgages and the baby," she explains before her head thumps against the headboard, so she can gaze at the ceiling above. "God, that feels like forever ago now."
Regina gulps, sensing the despair coming off Emma in waves, but they had such a fun night and she really doesn't want to spoil the fun.
"You smoked with Kathryn?"
"Only a couple of times," Emma admits, shrugging carelessly and then she snorts. "She was really funny." Then green eyes blink in consideration, wandering to find Regina staring at her lap. "Did you not know? It wasn't like all the time, please don't be mad about it. It was just once and awhile," she quickly tries to defend.
"No, I didn't know. I don't care, I just...never knew," she whispers, and something in her tone hurts Emma's heart, so she reaches forward and pulls the smaller woman into her lap.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why she wouldn't have told you. I'm sure she only did it a handful of times with August."
"Did August smoke a lot?"
"Mostly special occasions, really wild nights out, that sorta thing," Emma confesses, but her mind is really on that stupid sheet between them. "Can we get rid of this? There's no more being modest, I just fucked you every which way," she scoffs, mostly at the sheet as she tugs it down Regina's breasts.
Brown eyes roll in annoyance, but Regina complies, allowing the sheet to fall away from her body. She then climbs more comfortably on Emma's lap, her knees on either side of pale thighs while her arms drape around Emma's neck to mindlessly scratch her scalp.
"So, have you never-" Emma begins, but Regina immediately cuts her off.
"No."
"Really? Not once? You were never curious?"
"No, I was always too scared of the repercussions if my father ever found out."
"Well, you're a grown ass woman now who rides a dildo like it's her damn profession and you're dad's not here anymore, sooooo..."
"Absolutely not. Not with Lennox in the house."
"Why not? Kathryn and August did it," she whines, but Regina is already shaking her head. "But like, you're this amazing baker, we can make special brownies."
"Oh my god, no wonder why Ruby asked me to make special brownies the first time I met her. She probably did it with them too," this feisty woman exasperates, which somehow inspires Emma to laugh and hold her extra close.
"Probably," she mumbles under her breath, earning herself a nice shove, but she simply laughs it off. "Come on, please, it will be fun!"
"I will make them, because I'm in a giving mood," she flirts, "but I will not eat them."
"I can manage that part, maybe you should make another batch for Lennox."
"For Lennox? Or more for you?"
"This is just another great lesson in sharing," she easily tosses back, pinching Regina's bottom and generating a little yelp.
Regina leans in, dangerously close as she rests her forehead against Emma's. There's a glint in her eye that should make Emma shrink back, but instead she's a lovesick fool and beams back at the beautiful brunette.
"Just so you know, I don't share," she threatens, pressing her forehead a little further into Emma's.
"Good to know, I definitely failed preschool because of that."
This earns Emma a hearty chuckle that makes her stomach flip in all the right ways. She smiles up at Regina and reminds herself to always make this woman laugh.
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"Mmm," Regina groans around her own finger as she sways from side to side and Emma just stands there like a fool, admiring, longing, falling so deeply in the word that starts with L. "This is going to be a good batch," she hums, appreciating the batter.
Emma sneaks behind her, wrapping her arms around the woman, who seems so small tonight in just her cami and a pair of Emma's basketball shorts, that she was so quick to steal. She nuzzles her nose in the crook of Regina's neck and inhales her sweet scent of lavender mixed with steamy sex.
"Can I keep you?" She whispers, puckering her lips to kiss the delicious skin.
Regina chuckles, reaching behind them to swim her fingers through golden locks and hold Emma closer. "We already live together and are raising a baby."
"I know," she mutters, proceeding to pepper Regina's neck and this woman rolls her head, allowing Emma full access.
She feels like an absolute fool because she never acts this way, with anyone, but her heart is doing a happy dance and her stomach is an exhibit filled with excited butterflies and her lips are addicted to Regina's taste. She's falling. She knows because she has never experienced this type of giddiness before.
She supposes that's what happens when she allows someone to hang around her life for longer than one night. This is the result of three years of pent-up tension, snarky remarks that resembled flirting and longing looks that they both pretended they never saw.
"Here, taste," Regina seductively whispers, offering her finger dipped in chocolate behind herself.
Emma wastes no time sucking that talented finger into her mouth, squeezing Regina even tighter around her waist. "Mmm, that is delicious. When will these be ready?"
"Patience," Regina playfully reprimands, but she's grinning just as wide as Emma. "I'm going to put these in right after your batch is ready."
"Which I believe is now," Emma acknowledges when she hears the timer go off.
Regina moves to step out of Emma's embrace and switch the brownie platters, but she doesn't get too far. "Emma, you have to let me go for just a minute," she chuckles, sliding her arms over Emma's to caress the woman tenderly who refuses to let her go.
"Fine," Emma grumbles, but not before she attacks Regina's neck with playful kisses. Regina shakes her head, moving quickly to remove one platter of brownies to add the other. "Those smell amazing."
"We have to let them cool a moment," Regina says, gently closing the oven.
"Well, while we wait," Emma drawls, hastily whipping Regina around, "I better warm up my mouth," she flirts, gripping Regina's waist and lifting her onto the counter.
As much as Regina tries to appear stern and narrow her eyes, she's smirking down at the teasing blonde. "Oh, really? Haven't you had enough?" She questions as Emma slowly drags Regina's tank top down, exposing a perky little breast.
"Not with you," she mumbles, diving forward to capture a silky nipple between her lips.
"You are insatiable," Regina pants heavily, her fingers threading through wild tangles of sunshine locks, encouraging Emma to keep going.
"You are addicting," she absentmindedly confesses before she takes Regina right there on the kitchen counter.
And the brownies are completely abandoned for the rest of the night while Emma and Regina enjoy different surfaces all over the house until they pass out around six in the morning.