Her eyes are open before the sun even stretches toward the sky. There's warmth swaddling her like a newborn baby and she sighs from the peacefulness of it all. There is a gentle, yet firm hold on her right breast, a warm breath against her neck and silky smooth skin draped across her back and she smiles.
This is how she's been waking up now for the past two weeks, with Emma holding her close. The blonde does that now, sleeps in Regina's room every night without an invitation. Doesn't really matter though, she will always be invited.
Very carefully, she lifts the protective arm, attempting to slide right out of the bed undetected. She is sorely mistaken. Emma clings to her, dragging her back against the warm sheets and into the comforting spot in front of her once again.
"Emma, I have to get up for work," she whispers, lifting Emma's hand away from her bare chest just to kiss those slender fingers that still have her own essence lingering on them.
"No," she groans, wiggling closer and breathing in Regina's calming scent from her shampoo.
"I have to," she insists, yet her body makes no move to vacate the cozy bed.
Emma hums in return, very slowly groping Regina's perfect breast while she presses more firmly into her back. "Do you?" Her groggy voice asks while her thumb sweeps across a nipple pebbling beneath her touch.
Regina groans, thrusting her bottom into Emma's front. "Yes, I have to," she breathlessly concludes, but again, her body is refusing to leave just yet.
Emma hums again, presses a wet kiss to Regina's shoulder blade and pinches the hard bud pleading for more attention. "That's a shame. I kinda had something else in mind," her sultry voice implies, trailing her fingertips down Regina's taut abdomen.
Regina shivers under Emma's careful touch, the heat between her legs already becoming too much as it coats her folds with desire. "Oh really, Miss Swan?" She teases, hoping to sound unimpressed, but her tone never wavers Emma's confidence.
"Yeah," her lover husks, scraping her teeth deliciously against the nape of her neck and forcing all those little hairs to stand to attention, which produces another wave of wetness to come trickling out. "I thought maybe..." her fingers dance lower, circling a cute little belly button, "just maybe you would want me to give you an extra boost of energy this morning."
"Oh?" Regina mindlessly utters, reaching behind herself, so she can dig her nails into a pale bottom that keeps thrusting into her, agonizingly slow. "And what did you have in mind?" She somehow manages to keep her voice neutral even though her hips are swaying in search of some type of friction that just isn't in reach yet.
"Well..." Emma's voice is extra deep this morning and it's playing gloriously with Regina's nerve endings. "I was thinking I could lick a path down here," she claims, her finger skimming down below her navel, traveling toward the heat emitting from Regina's center.
"Yes," and Regina's not even sure if she's asking or panting her approval.
"Maybe dip down and taste how delicious you are," this stunning blonde groans behind her ear as her finger swipes through the thick wetness that proves just how much Regina is aching to be touched properly.
Regina's head spins, maybe from the promises, maybe from the skillful way Emma plays her body or maybe because she can't wrap her head around how in love she truly is. Either way, she moans softly, pressing further into Emma in a silent plead for more while Emma paints her shoulder with wet-opened mouth kisses.
"I thought you would love to start your day with my head between your legs," Emma confidently states, causing Regina to buck her hips from the flutter in her deprived clit. She groans into her pillow, her fingers digging deeper into porcelain flesh, most likely leaving little crescent shapes behind. "I'm going to take that as a yes," Emma whispers, licking a light path up the shell of Regina's ear and provoking her to shudder once again.
"I don't know," Regina gasps when a talented digit slides right into her snug canal and she can feel Emma's smile behind her. "I can't be late," she declares, trying to keep up with their little game.
"I think," Emma's warm breath causes her to shudder once again as she skillfully curls her one finger and presses the heel of her palm against Regina's clit. "You know how quick and efficient my work is," she gloats, but Regina knows all too well how quick this woman can get her off if she really wants to.
She also knows that when Emma has all night, she will worship every inch of her body and play her like a fiddle.
Regina peers over her shoulder, her eyes black as night from the lust slowly taking over her body. "Well then, I suggest you get to work, Miss Swan," she darkly commands, knowing exactly what that little nickname does to her lover.
"Yes, ma'am," Emma's morning voice concedes before she captures Regina's lips for a powerful kiss that vows for something quite extraordinary.
Without ever breaking the kiss, Emma eases her onto her back and moves to rest on top of her. Regina is already squirming beneath her goddess figure, her hands possessed and moving all on their own to scratch down that freckled back. Emma groans from the perfect mix of pleasure and pain and Regina swallows that noise up, greedy to keep that sound all for herself.
All too quickly, and she knows Emma has to move fast, but Regina still pouts when the woman slinks away. She studies the way tangled sunshine locks decorate her own darker skin, sweeping across her flesh like vines clinging to a brick building. But then a soft palm roughly gropes her breast, inspiring her back to arch off the mattress to seek more pleasure and completely forget what she was thinking about.
"I love how perfect these are," Emma mumbles between sensual kisses down Regina's stomach. "It's like they were made for my hand," she admits out loud, squeezing the heavy globe with adoration.
"One would assume for how often you are holding them," Regina sasses between breathless gasps for clean air.
"I can't help it, they are perfect," Emma growls, quickly sliding back up to capture one between her mouth. She doesn't even just go to suck on the nipple, she actually latches onto most of the mound and sucks.
"Emma," Regina pants, swimming her fingers through golden locks and scratching her nails against the woman's scalp.
Emma is quick to glide right back down though, knowing they have limited time. And then she takes Regina by complete surprise when she grabs onto her thighs and guides her legs over her shoulders. But that's not what shocks Regina, Emma does that quite often, but it's when the beautifully strong physique scrambles to her knees, forcing Regina's lower region up into the air.
And before she can comprehend what is occurring, she's practically hanging upside down, the top of her head just barely resting on the pillow below. Her bottom is flush against Emma's chest, those strong biceps holding her tightly around her torso and the smirk Emma flashes her, steals her breath away.
Goosebumps break along her flesh as she peers up at this stunning blonde who eagerly dives right in to her soaked folds.
"Oh fuck," she groans, her hands flailing around the bed to find something to cling to and keep her grounded.
There is just something about practically hanging upside down that sparks and tingles every nerve in Regina's body. Especially when she watches Emma's head bob up and down vigorously, needing to gift her the best orgasm she has ever had.
She trembles violently when that talented tongue deftly thrusts into her quivering hole and she can feel her walls trying to suck more of Emma inside of herself. "Fuck, fuck," she pants, scratching at Emma's thighs which only inspires her lover to moan hotly against her.
The vibrations tickle at her throbbing bundle of nerves, forcing her hips to grind roughly against Emma's mouth.
"I love how wet you are," Emma mindlessly praises before her tongue swipes roughly up her slit to suck the swollen little gem into her mouth.
"Fuck, Em, fuck," Regina squeals, clawing at Emma's strong thighs from the intensity rippling just beneath her flesh.
Her gut clenches, her body shivers violently, and then she loses her mind. She's pawing, scratching, clawing at the sheets as this euphoric buzz viciously takes over her body. Emma becomes just as frantic, sucking and rubbing her face against Regina's hot center, just dripping in juices. She's fairly certain she's screaming some curse words, but she isn't positive because all she can comprehend is how fucking good her body is feeling.
She roughly grinds against Emma's gifted mouth and that's when her body explodes like she has never experienced before. Everything fades away, a black fog washing over her entire view, but she doesn't stop feeling. Her body quivers and quakes in the most glorious, bone-chilling way that leaves every muscle spasming for a few minutes. She isn't entirely aware of her surroundings, not comprehending if she passed out or has her eyes squeezed shut, but she knows she's releasing all over Emma's mouth.
Which coincidentally, has yet to stop cleaning up the mess she created.
"Oh my god," Regina gasps desperately for air as she feels Emma lowering her back down against the mattress. Then, her lover covers her entire body with her own naked warmth and Regina uncontrollably shivers again. "Oh my god," she repeats, wrapping her arms around the woman and holding her extra tight, like she needs her weight to keep her pieced together.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Emma murmurs against her lips, kissing her like she is some delicate flower who might crumble at any moment.
"You?" Regina continues to gasp. "I-oh, Emma," she breathes heavily, finally opening her eyes and seeing those sparkling emeralds dancing back at her. "I think you just ruined sex for me with anyone else," she pants, generating the goofiest grin to bloom across Emma's face.
"Good, because you are all mine," Emma claims, but her tone kind of sounds whiny and Regina has no idea why it turns her on so much.
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"Hey, I'm not late am I?" Regina asks as she breezes through the front door after a long day at work, finding Emma standing there with Lennox on her hip.
"No, not at all. It's just my boss called and wanted to speak with me before work, so I was gonna head out early," she explains, leaning forward for a quick peck before Regina takes Lennox off her hands.
"Oh, I hope nothing bad," she pouts while planting a soft kiss to the baby's temple. "Hi, my baby."
"Hi."
Emma and Regina both freeze, wide-eyed and overly ecstatic, but trying not to terrify Lennox.
"Did you just say, hi?" Regina asks, provoking a frown upon Emma's face when she hears the tremble in her voice and witnesses the tears welling up in those cocoa eyes.
"Hi," Lennox repeats, somewhat shy and unsure if she did something good or bad.
"Oh my god, you little stinker," Emma laughs, encouraging the precious baby to beam up at her. "You said, hi. Like a real word!"
"Hi," Lennox cheers this time, enthusiastically bouncing in Regina's arms.
"Oh my goodness, you beautiful baby," Regina gushes, holding her close and pressing a long kiss to the crown of her head. "You did so good, Lennox!"
"We are so proud of you," Emma exclaims, swooping in to pepper her cheek with sloppy kisses.
And then she pauses, catching Regina's watery eyes observing her closely. They both smile at one another and she can't stop the way she sways closer to capture those full lips for a slow and tender kiss. Emma gets swept away in the moment, losing herself in those satin lips brushing so perfectly against her own. Except, little baby giggles crack through the intimate moment and tear Regina's lips away.
"You probably don't want to see Auntie Regina and Auntie Emma kissing, huh?" Regina chuckles lightly.
"Mema!"
"Yes, yes, continue to break my heart and say Emma's name first."
Emma pouts, hating that it kills Regina that Lennox won't say her name, but she still feels like their goddaughter isn't saying her name. She has a gut feeling that Lennox is trying to say momma.
"Regina-"
"You should probably get going, so you have time to speak to Leroy," the brunette interrupts, hiking Lennox up upon her hip. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm going with Belle to a mommy and me music class with Lennox this evening."
"Oh nice. I'm sure you two will have fun," she says, tickling Lennox's side for more of those baby giggles, which she receives instantly.
"We will, now go, go, I will see you this evening," Regina concludes, drifting in for one last quick peck before she is ushering Emma right out the door.
And Emma's stomach drops out from under her as she mentally panics about what her boss could possibly want.
XXXX
She went to work.
She had the talk.
Now, she's hiding away at a bar in the city, trying to dilute the anxiety poisoning her from within by the burning sting of whiskey.
"Hey! There you are," Ruby exasperates as she tries to squeeze through the massive amounts of people that just finished watching the game. "Jeez! This place is a mad house," she shouts, sliding into the tiny booth in the back of the sports bar.
"Sorry," Emma murmurs into her tumbler that once contained a double shot and is now just a little drop she's hoping will tumble to her tongue.
"What is the matter with you? You look like someone just told you can't ever have sex again!"
"You're kinda like a little horny puppy," she slurs, eyes crossing as she stares at the emptiness of her glass.
"Are you drunk already?"
"Not enough."
"Okay," Ruby leans across the table and snatches the empty glass from Emma's mouth. "You need to explain why you called me at eight o'clock at night to meet you at a bar in the city, specifically not telling my wife that I am meeting you, so she doesn't tell Regina. I told her by the way," this is the key to coax those glistening green eyes to meet Ruby's. "Relax, she won't tell Regina."
Emma scoffs, her eyes wandering away to a cute cocktail waitress that is hardly wearing anything on this brisk October evening. The blonde from across the room makes eye contact and rushes over in an instant.
"Would you like another?" She sweetly asks, batting those long lashes Emma's way.
"Yes, please and...what you want Rubes?" She slurs again, causing her friend's eyes to squint suspiciously at her.
"Ummm, Long Island-"
"Yes! She's drinking with me!" Emma laughs hysterically, tossing back her golden curls, eliciting a carefree chuckle from the waitress as well.
"I'll be right back," the woman says, excusing herself.
"Alright talk."
Emma spins the empty glass between her palms, her eyes refusing to meet Ruby's cold hard glare. "Umm, this is hard for me. I would normally run to August, but he's not here," she confesses, feeling the tingling in her nose before she notices the wetness against her eyes.
"Girl, we are friends now. This is what we do. I know you had a rough past and shit, but I'm here. I'm your girl now. Whatever it is, you can trust me," Ruby wholeheartedly states.
"I know, that's why I called you. You're the only person I trust," she chokes on her words, a lump swelling in her throat.
"Besides Regina."
"Yeah, besides Regina," she admits, sniffling away the tears threatening to come pouring out.
"Okay, Emma, whatever it is, I got you. What has you so shaken up?" She gently questions, smiling at the waitress who quickly drops off their drinks and runs away when she notices the thick tension clouding their table.
"I have a really big problem."
"I had a hunch," Ruby mocks, wrapping her lips around her straw and sucking down the alcohol with ease.
"I-well," she squirms in her seat and mumbles, "I'm attached to Lennox and Regina now."
"Yeah, obviously. You live with them. That tends to happen when you spend every day with someone and an adorable baby," Ruby deadpans.
"I have a decision to make and I need to talk this out with someone," Emma confesses, her voice breaking horribly from the acknowledgment.
Ruby slides the double shot of whiskey under Emma's nose, encouraging her to open up.
"Before we start, does Regina know where you are? Or that you are going to be late tonight?"
"Fuck," Emma grumbles, rubbing her watery eyes as she scrambles for her phone to text Regina and let her know she's working late.
It's a lie, but she cannot possibly be bombarded with Regina's interrogation right now. That's partially why she ran off to a bar the moment the game was over. She couldn't possibly go home and tell Regina what's going on with work. She's petrified of revealing the truth.
"Now," Ruby begins, scooting the whiskey just a little closer. "What happened? What has you so shaken up tonight that you don't want to go home to your beautiful baby and smoking hot...friend?"
Friend? Too many glorious images flash across Emma's mind, each one more filthy and spectacular than the one before. Especially, the one of Regina's olive skin, glistening as she held her upside down and watched as those perfect tits bounced and she made Regina come harder than she ever thought imaginable. She's pretty confident the sexy woman passed out for a second.
"Oh god," Emma grumbles and slams her forehead against the table.