(A/N: Hello. This is nothing but honeymoon smut.)
"Welcome to Paris," Emma grinningly announced as soon as she opened the door to the hotel room on Le Royal Monceau.
"Thank you," Regina said warmly albeit a bit tiredly as she stepped over the threshold.
"Should I have carried you over the threshold?" Emma mused out loud.
"No," Regina half-chuckled. "That won't be necessary this time, my love. You already carried me over the threshold when we boarded the train."
"Yeah, but was that enough?" Emma continued to muse. She wasn't completely sure. Surely, a good wedding tradition couldn't be repeated too often, could it?
Regina laughed more earnestly as she looked around in the hotel room. "Wow. This is..."
"Yeah. It is," Emma agreed as she too looked around. This hotel room was goddamn amazing. She was glad that they had splurged for this hotel room. There were wine-red carpets on the floor, cream colored walls and enormous chandeliers dangling from the ceiling. Standing in the center of the room was the biggest, most lavish four poster bed she had ever seen. There was a romantic red canopy above it, and the cream colored bedspread was covered in- Emma grinned- rose petals. Rose petals shaped in a heart.
"Oh. More rose petals," Regina observed as she sat her suitcase down on the floor.
"Oh yeah," Emma replied and felt a shit eating grin appearing on her face. More rose petals meant that she would get the pleasure of plucking said petals out of Regina's hair sooner or later. Perfect.
"And what's this?" Regina hummed as she bent down and took a closer look at the bucket near the bed.
"Ooooh," Emma cooed. "Is that...?"
"Yes, my love. It's champagne," Regina confirmed.
"Perfect! We have to taste some of that later."
"Definitely." Regina slipped off her coat and wiggled her feet out of her shoes. She groaned quietly as she padded across the carpet and then rather gracelessly let herself flop down on the bed with a massive: "aaaah!"
"Aww," Emma snickered. "Are you all tired, babe?"
"Mmm," Regina mumbled and closed her eyes. "I shouldn't have slept on the plane. I fear that has made me even more groggy."
"You can sleep," Emma said softly. "I don't mind."
"No. I don't want to sleep," Regina said stubbornly despite having closed her eyes. "I need to stay awake. Otherwise my sense of time will become completely screwed up because of the time difference." She opened her eyes and grappled aimlessly for her purse.
Emma couldn't help but chuckle as she graciously gave Regina her purse with a sweet: "here you go, wife."
"Thank you, wife," Regina said, mouth curling into a smile as she fished her phone out of her pocket.
"Henry?" Emma guessed.
"No, Zelena, actually. I figured she would be the one to be the most displeased if she doesn't hear from me right away. Maybe you could text Henry?"
"Consider it done," Emma said lightly as she found her own phone in the pocket of her leather jacket. In a heartbeat, she quickly cooked up a text for her son: 'hey kid, we've arrived safely in Paris. Your mom fell asleep in the plane which was absolutely adorable! I hope you're having fun with Mal and Ursula :D'
It did not take long before she got an answer from Henry: 'pls tell me you took pictures of that!'
Emma snickered to herself. 'Have to admit that I did not. It seemed a little unfair ;)'
'Letting an opportunity like that go to waste? Yep, marriage has definitely changed you!'
Now Emma scoffed slightly. Her boy was definitely growing up and getting sassier every day. That little rascal. 'Not so rude, young man!'
';)'
Seriously? He was being too sassy for words right now! 'Why, you little rascal! Are you behaving like this towards Malena and Ursula too?'
'Of course I am! I'm giving them a reallllly hard time!'
Emma snickered now. She knew that was not true. She knew that Henry was on his best behavior. He always was. 'Sure, kid. Sure you are. Anyway. How is everything going? Tell me more about Lola!'
'Oh my god, she is so cute, Ma! Her ears are so floppy! And she's so soft! I swear, she wanted to go home with me right away!'
Emma had barely gotten the chance to be jealous before she received a picture. Of Henry and Lola together. Henry was holding up the puppy, and Lola was licking his cheek.
"Awwww," Emma cooed out loud. "That is literally the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"What is?" Regina asked, voice slightly rough and words slurred. She sat up on the bed so she could see the picture.
Emma turned the screen so Regin could see. "Look. At. This!"
"Ohh," Regina smiled. "They made quite the pair, don't they?"
"I want her in my arms," Emma said plainly.
Regina sweetly laughed at her.
"You don't want her in your arms?" Emma asked, feigning surprise.
"Of course I do," Regina assured. "But right now, I could think of someone else I'd rather have in my arms."
In a matter of seconds, Emma had sent off a quick reply to her son: 'oh my god, she's so cute, kidddo!' Yes, the oh-so-talented-author had made a spelling error. That didn't happen very often, but on this particular day, she was allowed to make spelling errors. She tossed the phone aside and moved so she was elegantly sitting in Regina's lap. "You were saying?"
Regina chuckled softly as she winded her arms around Emma's waist and squeezed slightly. "You read my mind completely."
"Aren't you tired?" Emma asked innocently.
"After that lovely nap I took on the plane?" Regina half-scoffed and rolled her dark eyes. "It shouldn't be possible, should it?"
"But you're totally tired," Emma grinned. She had recognized that sleepy look in her wife's eyes.
"I am," Regina agreed. "I need to stay awake somehow. Otherwise my sense of time will become screwed up. Help me stay awake?"
"Ooooh," Emma cooed. "Definitely." She tangled her fingers into Regina's hair and kissed her deeply.
Her kiss was immediately returned, and gentle, warm fingers stroked up and down her back. Why did Regina always feel warmer when she was tired? Blunt fingernails gently scratched against her leather clad back, and suddenly, Emma wished that she was topless. There was nothing better than feeling Regina's fingers on her naked skin. The wheels in Emma's head was turning. She wanted skin to skin contact with Regina (when didn't she?) and she also felt a little... well not, dirty per say, but a little ruffled after having been on a plane for seven hours. But there was a solution for that problem. A solution that would solve all of her problems.
Breaking the kiss, she murmured: "how about a bath? We were promised an enormous tub, as far as I remember."
"What an excellent idea," Regina praised. "I could do with a bath. I feel quite... dirty."
"Oh yeah?" Emma waggled an eyebrow. "How dirty is that, Mills?"
Regina snorted. "Believe it or not, I did not mean it like that."
"I don't believe that even for a second," Emma said firmly as she climbed off her wife to stand on the floor and outstretch a hand to her. "Come here, beautiful. Let's take that bath. And see how dirty you really are."
"You're terrible, my love," Regina said warmly as she took Emma's hand and stood from the bed.
"I know," Emma teased. "Absolutely terrible."
Regina laughed and glanced at the ice-bucket with the champagne in it. "Should we bring that?" she suggested.
"You have the best suggestions, babe," Emma praised as she swiftly bend down and picked up the bucket with her free hand. "Yes, we should absolutely bring the champagne."
"It's a shame we don't have any strawberries," Regina quipped as they went into the bathroom.
Emma stopped abruptly. "If you want strawberries, just say the word and I'll dash to the nearest store!"
Regina snickered. "You will not dash anywhere, my love. You'll have a well-deserved bath with your wife. Is that understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Emma said silkily and looked around in the bathroom. Yep, this was pretty damn good. An enormous marble bathtub on lion's feet standing in the middle of the luxurious bathroom.
"Well. This looks to be exactly what I imagined," Regina said, letting go of Emma's hand as she walked over to the bathtub and started to study all the different gold taps. "Alright, let's get this filled," she said as she switched on the water.
"I'll find us a couple of glasses then," Emma said. "Unless you want to drink the champagne straight from the bottle, that is?"
"Absolutely not," Regina said firmly.
"I thought so. Be right back. Don't go into the water without me," Emma mock warned as she quickly dashed back into the hotel room. She looked around and quickly found what she was looking for. Two tall crystal glasses standing on a little table. Perfect. She spotted a mini-fridge in the corner of the room and after a quick think-through, she crouched down in front of it and opened it. It quickly turned out that the little fridge was loaded with snacks. And lo and behold, strawberries!
"Oho!" Emma grinned as she grabbed the little tray of strawberries. "Awesome!"
"What is it?" Regina called from the bathroom.
Emma didn't answer right away. Instead she brought the tray of strawberries and the two crystal glass with her into the bathroom. "Regina Mills, I give you your strawberries," she announced as she lifted the tray of strawberries with a refined gesture.
"Oooh," Regina cooed excitedly. "Wonderful!"
"They were in the fridge," Emma quickly clarified. "I didn't just magically conjure them."
"You brought them to me. So in a way you did," Regina said, easily brushing off Emma's modesty and then turning around, presenting Emma with the zipper in the back of her dress. "Will you help me?"
"Uhmm, let me just think," Emma joked as she hastily put the crystal glass and tray of strawberries down on the little table someone cleverly had placed in the bathroom. "Hell fucking yes!" she immediately grasped the zipper and started tugging at it with one hand while gently pushing Regina's hair out of the way with the other. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Regina's bare skin.
Regina shuddered a little. "If you start doing that now, we'll never make it into the tub, my love."
"'Now'," Emma slyly repeated, smirking as she gently unzipped Regina's dress. "If I start doing that 'now', huh? Tell me, do you have plans for us when we make it into the bath?"
"I might," Regina flirted. "I might have plans for us."
"I might have to marry you again," Emma joked. "Do you think that's possible?"
"Isn't one wedding sufficient enough for you, darling?"
"I would marry you in every goddamn city on this earth if I could," Emma said firmly and tugged the zipper down the rest of the way. "There we go." she eased the wide straps down Regina's shoulders. "Anything else you need assistance with, Milady?"
"If I do, I'll let you know," Regina quipped and tugged the dress down. She elegantly stepped out of it and Emma tried not to swallow her own tongue. It did not matter how many times she saw her wife in only her underwear. Her reaction would always be the same no matter how much time passed. For a split second, she imagined herself at seventy, immediately jumping to her feet and suddenly feeling no aches in her knees because Regina had just walked into the room in her underwear. The thought made her snicker.
"Is my underwear a joke to you?" Regina asked mock-haughtily and tipped up her chin in that extremely queenly fashion she only ever did when she was playing around.
"No, believe me. I'm taking your underwear extremely seriously, babe," Emma said and licked her lips as she looked at said underwear. Black lace. There was just something delightfully sinful about black lace. Regina became a little extra sassy whenever she was wearing black lace underwear.
"Good. I take ridding you of your clothes extremely serious," Regina hummed as she stepped forward and grabbed a handful of Emma's tanktop.
Emma swallowed thickly when Regina started easing the tanktop out of the waistband of her jeans. Soon she was bringing the tanktop up over Emma's head, and Emma did a little wiggle to shrug it off. She didn't feel like having her head trapped in the tanktop today. And luckily, she was able to send it onto the floor without too much of a struggle.
Regina shook her head slightly and took a step backwards as to admire Emma.
Emma smiled a little at her wife. She loved that Regina looked at her in the same way whether she was wearing a terry cloth bathrobe, had messy hear and was wearing no makeup, or a wedding dress and cloak and lavish wedding makeup. Or simply stood in her plain jeans and a simple, blue strapless bra.
"I like this look on you, my love," Regina murmured as she once again stepped forward. Her hands travelled up to rest lightly on Emma's hips.
"I like your look too, babe," Emma smiled and winked at her wife.
"Thank you. I try my best," Regina hummed and lifted her hands again. They wandered up her abdomen (Emma shivered) and then crawled onto her back. Soon Regina was toying with the hook on Emma's bra, and it didn't take long before she had unclipped it. She gently slipped the bra off of Emma's body and dumped it on the floor. Then she touched Emma again. Lightly cupped her breasts.
That had Emma moaning and leaning forward to push her breasts further against Regina's hands. "Oh my god!"
"My thought exactly," Regina said lowly as she lightly rubbed her thumbs in tandem over Emma's nipples.
Emma groaned and shifted as she felt her nipples hardening under Regina's touch. A surge of wetness rushed to her center. Suddenly, her jeans felt too tight, and she had an intense urge to rip them off. Or maybe just rub herself against the seam of them. That would be good too.
"I recognize that look," Regina lightly joked as she moved her hands away from Emma's breast and started to wiggle the button in her jeans through the button hole instead.
"I need you to touch me," Emma murmured. God, she was already starting to feel incoherent!
"I know," Regina hummed as she unzipped Emma's jeans and started tugging them down her hips. "In the bath. Before the water gets cold."
"Ooookay." Emma knew that she sounded poutish, but she couldn't help it. Any class or refinery she might have had always went out the window whenever Regina was touching her.
Regina unceremoniously tugged her jeans down the rest of the way, and Emma stepped out of it. She shivered even though the bathroom was toasty warm. That shiver was all because of the way Regina was looking at her as she stood there in just her panties.
"My turn," Emma grinned, eagerly reaching behind Regina to find the hook on her bra.
"It's in the front."
"Oh. Awesome!" as easy as one, two, three, Emma unclasped Regina's bra at the front and then bowed her head and kissed in between Regina's breasts.
Now Regina was the one who moaned. Her head lolled back, and for a second it seemed like she was loosing herself completely in the sensation, but then she pulled herself together and said: "come on. Let's go into the bath."
"You're still dressed," Emma teased as she slid her thumbs into the waistband of Regina's panties.
Regina's breathing immediately changed and became more shallow. One of her greatest weaknesses was having her underwear removed.
Emma slid the panties down Regina's legs and was more than delighted when she saw the first signs of wetness between Regina's legs. Her wife was eager. Good. Emma liked when she was eager.
Regina clumsily stepped out of the panties. Her neck and cheeks were starting to flush oh so beautifully, and her dark eyes sparkled as she reached for Emma's panties and tugged them down. "There."
"There," Emma repeated as she too stepped out of her underwear. And for once, her movements were more refined than Regina's. That was definitely a first for her. "Shall we submerge ourselves into the water and divulge in some champagne and strawberries?" she joked and waggled an eyebrow.
"Absolutely."
Emma gave Regina a little nudge towards the bathtub. "Ladies first, babe."
"As you wish," Regina drawled, and oh yes, she was back to being every bit refined as she stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the water. The bathtub was full of bubbles, and Emma smiled. Regina looked good in bubbles.
"'Pretty woman, walking down the street,'" she jokingly sang.
Regina chuckled. "I am no Julia Roberts, darling."
"No. You're better," Emma said lightly as she swung one leg into the bathtub. The warm water immediately greeted her, and she hummed as she lowered the rest of her body into the water. "There. Ohhh! This is great," she said as she tipped her head back and rested it against the cushioned wall of the bathtub.
"It is," Regina agreed. "I'm sure the warm water will do wonders for my stiff neck."
Emma frowned. "You have a stiff neck?"
"Yes. Sleeping on the plane wasn't the best idea."
"You looked cute, though."
"That might be, but I'm not entirely sure it was worth it," Regina mused as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"I could give you a neck massage?"
"It'll go away," Regina smiled. "We should have some champagne, shouldn't we?"
"Oh, absolutely!" Emma lifted a hand out of the warm water and scrabbled until she found the bottle of champagne and the cork screw. She carefully pointed the neck of the bottle away as she began to work on the cork. It made a loud 'pop!' as she opened it, and Regina laughed as the cork bounced off the wall and landed somewhere on the floor.
"And the newly weds have officially arrived," Emma quipped, turning back to Regina. "Champagne, babe?"
"Keep it coming," Regina chuckled as she grabbed one of the tall glasses and held it up. "Keep it coming. I'd like to be at least a little drunk on champagne once we get out of the tub."
"Consider it done!" Emma generously filled Regina's glass with champagne and then her own. She then traded the bottle for her glass and lifted it. "I think a toast is in order. To..."
"Une lune de miel extrêmement sexy à Paris?" Regina suggested and raised an eyebrow in that ridiculously sexy manner she only ever did when she was 'up to no good'.
"Now that is definitely something I will be toasting to," Emma grinned. "Cheers!"
"Cheers, my love."
Their glasses clinked together in the most delightful way, and the first sip of the champagne had Emma exclaiming a not too refined: "holy fucking shit!"
"I know," Regina said and nodded. "This is a VERY good champagne!"
It really was. A thousand times better than the champagne they had on the train. All sweet and crispy. It prickled on Emma's tongue, and she thought to herself that she could easily live off this champagne for the rest of her life.
"Strawberry?" Regina's voice brought Emma out of her thoughts about champagne. She blinked slightly and then grinned as she saw the ripe, red strawberry Regina was currently dangling right in front of her. She licked her lips and lifted a hand to take the strawberry from Regina.
But Regina had other plans. "Ah-ah-ah," she sing-songed. "Open up."
Emma willingly opened her mouth and wondered why this was sexy. Maybe there was something sexy about strawberries. Maybe it was the way Regina had said 'open up'. Or maybe it was just Regina in general. That could very well be.
"Any good?" Regina inquired.
Emma carefully chewed and swallowed the strawberry. Then smacked her lips. Oh yes, it was a good strawberry! "it's very sweet," she said lowly. "Very ripe and... juicy."
"Oh?" Regina reached for one of the strawberries. "I better try one then."
"Absolutely." Emma plucked the strawberry out of her wife's hand. "But I wanna be the one feeding it to you!"
"Fair enough," Regina drawled. Then she opened her mouth.
Shit. The sight nearly made Emma zone out, but she pulled herself together and carefully placed the strawberry in Regina's mouth.
But Regina was most definitely up to no good tonight. She closed her mouth a little too soon, meaning that the tip of Emma's finger was trapped.
Emma gasped slightly and made eye contact with Regina who smirked at her. After a second, Regina released the tip of her finger, and Emma laughed. "You're just delightful tonight. Did you know that?"
Regina couldn't answer because of the strawberry in her mouth. She just waggled an eyebrow and swallowed the strawberry. "You're right," she purred. "They are good."
"Definitely." Emma's voice was slightly squeaky, and she fumbled slightly as she reached for another strawberry. She eagerly stuffed it inside her mouth and swallowed it.
Regina too helped herself to another strawberry, but instead of stuffing it inside her mouth, she lowered it into her glass of champagne and let it soak for a few seconds before pulling it up again. She waited until it was dripping less, but she did not stuff it inside her mouth, she started to lick the champagne off of it.
Emma damn nearly choked on the third strawberry she had just popped into her mouth. She coughed, came shockingly close to accidentally spitting the strawberry out, but then finally managed to swallow it. With lots and lots of champagne to go with it! "oh my god, babe," she croaked. "You can't just do stuff like that!"
"What?" Regina asked with faux innocence before licking champagne off the strawberry again. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just blending the taste of champagne with strawberry."
"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing!" Emma practically growled.
"I've no idea what you're talking about, my darling," Regina said, wide eyed and the perfect picture of innocence. "Is this getting to you?" her façade crumbled for a moment and she laughed. "I had no idea this turned you on. That was not the intention. If I had wanted to turn you on, I would probably have done something like... this." she closed her lips around one half of the strawberry and started to suck at it.
"Okay!" Emma barked as she shuffled through the water and reached for her delightfully naughty wife. "I am going to take that strawberry from you. And then I'm going to take YOU right here in this bathtub."
"I like the last part of that plan," Regina hummed. "But as for the strawberry..." she sucked it inside her mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then grinned. "That's mine."
"Minx," Emma said softly as she pulled Regina firmly against herself and kissed her. She tasted of strawberries and champagne and everything that was glorious on this earth.
Regina returned the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Emma's neck and pulled her closer. The water sloshed and spilled onto the pristine marble floor, but none of them cared about that right now. The only thing that mattered was the intoxicating kisses and skin to skin contact. Emma would be quite satisfied if they ended up spending every single day of the honeymoon like this. In the bathtub. Naked and wet and rapidly soaking the floor. Yes, she would be perfectly content with that. After a few more kisses, she released Regina's lips with a soft little pop and gave her the chance to breathe. But that didn't meant that she stopped kissing her! God no. She attached her lips to Regina's neck and started kissing her there. Pulled lightly at the skin and then swirled her tongue over the soft skin.
"God.." Regina moaned as her head lolled back. "That feels SO good..."
Emma knew it did. She was quite familiar with how incredibly sensitive Regina was to having her neck kissed. And she loved it. There was a night a few weeks ago where the children had been elsewhere, she and Regina carved out a night for themselves, and Emma had ended up spending almost thirty full minutes on kissing Regina's neck. It was pretty safe to say that Regina had been absolutely delirious when she finally stopped, and Emma had barely grazed her clit with her thumb before Regina came. Emma fondly referred to that night as 'thirty minutes in heaven'. And Regina never corrected her for it. Just smirked a little and got a dreamy look in her eyes.
Emma decided that she would take her sweet time kissing Regina' neck tonight too. Perhaps not thirty minutes, she wasn't sure she could wait that long with tasting Regina, to be honest, but she would still spend a decent amount of time doing what she did right now. Sucked lightly at Regina's pulse point in a way that had Regina moaning and clutching at her back for dear life. Honeymoons were awesome. Perhaps Emma WOULD in fact marry Regina in every goddamn city. That way they could go on honeymoons all the time...
"You are driving me crazy," Regina stated plainly, and Emma laughed against her neck. She liked that. She liked when she was driving Regina crazy. Regina looked good crazy. All pink cheeked and wide eyed. Emma resumed the neck kissing, now following a pattern from just below Regina's ear and to the sensitive spot where her shoulder began.
Regina moaned again. Her fingers combed restlessly through Emma's hair. Blunt nails scratched lightly against her scalp, and Emma hummed against her neck. She couldn't help it. She absolutely loved when Regina scratched her nails against her scalp. It made her tingle all over. No, she would definitely not be able to keep up the neck-kissing for thirty minutes. She was already aching in certain places that would require full and prompt attention.
Regina mumbled something she couldn't quite understand. Spanish? English? Who knows. Definitely something that expressed her pleasure. Emma nuzzled her nose against the softness of Regina's neck. Then kissed it again. Trailing down towards her shoulder. The scratching against her scalp intensified, and she felt Regina's body moved under her lips. The water sloshed against the sides of the tub and then spilled over. They were making a mess. They were most definitely making a mess. But Emma didn't care. She didn't mind the mess. Actually, she was in the process of making a most delicious mess of her wife.
Regina shifted in the bathtub again. Now she had one arm sort of wrapped around Emma's back while her other hand was... Wait, where WAS her other hand?
Emma lifted her head slightly to find out. And when she did, she felt a new surge of wetness rush to her center. Regina was currently touching her right breast. Tweaking the nipple and then twisting it lightly.
"Fuck," Emma said plainly, forgetting all about kissing Regina's neck.
Regina just moaned throatily in response as she rolled her nipple between her fingers again. Emma swallowed thickly. Her fingers were itching. "Can I do that?" she breathed.
"Only if you touch me in other places too," Regina said strangled.
Emma grasped Regina's hand and peeled it away from her breast. She replaced it with her own and started to tug gently at Regina's nipple. "And what other places might that be?" she half-teased.
Regina did not answer. She merely huffed and grasped Emma's free hand. She brought it down between her legs.
Emma swallowed. Well. That was answer enough for her. She started to gently rub Regina's clit while simultaneously tweaking her nipple.
Regina muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a cuss word. A Spanish one. Emma recognized the tone. Regina always said things in a certain tone when she was cussing in Spanish. "You look so good in bubbles, babe," Emma mumbled. "My very own pretty woman."
Regina let out a strangled little laughter, and fuck that was the best thing ever. Laughter during sex was one of the things Emma so loved. And the way Regina grabbed at her shoulder was another.
"I need you to..." Regina didn't finish the sentence. She just wiggled a bit in the tub.
"-Do this?" Emma sweetly suggested as she gently slipped a finger inside Regina.
Regina inhaled sharply. "Y-yes," she breathed. "That."
"And maybe this too?" Emma's voice was all sweet as she gently slipped a second finger inside Regina.
Regina's eyes widened slightly, and her throat moved as she swallowed thickly. "Yes, that... works too."
Emma snickered as she kissed her lovely wife. She loved how wonderfully incoherent Regina became at certain points.
Incoherent, but definitely not without skills. It was Emma's turn to gasp when she felt Regina's hands on her breasts. Lightly squeezing, then rolling the nipples between her fingers, and Emma was just about to say something about getting distracted when Regina's hands slid down her abdomen. Her left hand crawled to her hip, round back and then finding home against the curve of her ass. Her other hand crawled further down her abdomen and did not stop until it was right between her legs.
Emma gasped again when she felt Regina's thumb flicking her clit lightly. It made her muscles clench in that delicious way that made her feel all woozy. She broke the kiss, moaned, and mumbled: "oh my god!"
"Mmm," Regina said playfully (how was she even capable of sounding playful right now?!) and gave Emma's ass a soft little squeeze. "Do you think it would be possible for you to move those lovely fingers?"
Now it was Emma's turn to laugh strangled. "God, you're amazing! And the answer is yes..." she started to thrust her fingers inside Regina. Gently thumping them against Regina's g-spot. Slowly, in that delicious build-up way that always had Regina moaning and whimpering and biting her lip. Thus also tonight. Her eyes squeezed shut and she pulled her bottom lip in between pearly white teeth. There was nothing quite as lovely as seeing Regina in the throes of passion. She was a vision. A goddess. Emma told her that, but Regina didn't really react. At least not with words. Her thumb, however, flicked her clit once more. A bit faster this time. Then again. And again. A finger slipped inside her. Stroking her deeply and tenderly in that way that had tears springing from her eyes and whimpers falling from her lips. More water sloshed onto the floor and her mind was getting increasingly more foggy. Where was she even? Paris? A train? Steveston? Oh hell, what did it even matter?
"Oh!" Emma groaned as she felt her muscles clench again. She was close. She was already close to fucking coming! She opened her mouth to tell Regina, but she didn't get a chance to even open her mouth before she unraveled with a cry and her head pressed into the crook of her wife's neck. God, that was fast! Almost embarrassingly fast!
Regina's hand left her ass and she gently stroked Emma's cheek instead. Once coming to it, Emma slowly lifted her head and looked at her wife. "That was quick," she slurred.
"You needed it," Regina softly chuckled.
"So do you," Emma said, now remembering that her fingers was in fact still buried inside Regina. "Oh my god, so do you!" She began wiggling her fingers again, and was pleasantly surprised when Regina copied the motion.
"You need another one," Regina stated plainly and somehow managed to wink at Emma despite Emma's fingers being buried inside her.
As a reply, Emma started to thump her fingers faster and faster, hitting Regina's g-spot every time. Regina immediately stopped winking and smirking, and her face screwed up in pleasure. She panted as she too was getting closer and closer to her climax. Her fingers never stopped moving inside of Emma, but Emma gritted her teeth and tried to ignore her clenching muscles. She wanted Regina to come first, damnit!
And soon her wish was granted. With a soft little cry and her fingers still thumping inside Emma, Regina fell apart. Her lips parted, her eyes closed, and her body arched forward. She was an absolute vision, and Emma wished that she had been capable of keep looking at her wife, but she could not. Because she felt her own body jerk forward on its own accord. Her muscles clenched, her lips spilled nonsense and words of devotion into Regina's ear. Pleasure overtook her and her mind got foggy as the orgasm rippled through her. For a moment, she was afraid of ending up with her head under the water, that's how limp she felt, but then an arm wrapped around her back and held her close. She was being rescued by Regina. Again. Not the first time, and it certainly would not be the last time either.
"Holy..." Emma rasped into Regina's neck.
"Fuck?" Regina slyly suggested.
Emma made a sound that was shockingly close to a giggle. "Didn't we just do that?"
"Oh, ha, ha, ha." Regina said. Her voice had reached that gravel-y state of hoarseness it only ever reached when she was basking in the afterglow. "Very funny, darling."
"I am pretty funny," Emma said as she lifted her head and gently eased her fingers out of Regina.
Regina smirked as she did the same.
Emma wiggled a little and thought to herself that she wasn't quite ready to get out of the tub. So she reached for the tray of strawberries and offered her wife one. "What do you say we eats some more of these?"
"Suits me fine," Regin said lazily as she took the strawberry from Emma.
Emma tilted her head. "Could you do that thing you did before?"
Regina's eyebrows did an amused little dance and underneath them, her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "What thing, darling? This?" she poked out her tongue and gave the strawberry a languid lick.
"Oh god.."
"Or this?" Regina asked innocently. She closed her lips around half of the strawberry and began sucking.
"I'm thinking both..." Emma mumbled.
Regina's eyes sparkled again as she ate the strawberry. Then she looked down at her fingers. "Oh no. That's unfortunate."
"What is?"
"Strawberry juice," Regina said plainly as she elegantly licked the tips of her fingers.
"'Strawberry juice'?" Emma repeated. She was pretty sure that was not strawberry juice. "More like... strawberry paradise or something."
Regina smirked. "We're good at being in Paris, aren't we?"
"Oh yeah, we definitely are, beautiful."
Regina glanced longingly at her half full glass of champagne. "We can do sightseeing tomorrow, right? I mean, it doesn't HAVE to be today, does it?"
"No," Emma laughed. "We can definitely stay in the tub for the rest of the evening, beautiful." she reached out and snatched Regina's glass of champagne. Handed it to her with the words: "here you go, wife."
"Thank you, wife," Regina quipped. "Should we make another toast?"
"Absolutely." Emma quickly grabbed her own glass of champagne and clinked it with Regina's. "Here's to..."
"Strawberries?" Regina slyly suggested.
"And bathtubs big enough for two," Emma added.
"I'll drink to that. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
They sipped their champagne, and Emma thought to herself that if every day in Paris would be like this, she would struggle to accept the fact that they would be going home at one point.
Regina looked like she was feeling the same. She leaned back in the tub, closing her eyes as she took another sip of the champagne. Her posture was bringing Julia Roberts to shame. "This is heaven," she said plainly.
"It is," Emma agreed. "It's awesome."
There was silence for a moment, and then Regina started chuckling softly.
"Can I hear the joke?" Emma asked warmly.
Regina opened her eyes again. They sparkled with amusement as she said: "my neck doesn't hurt anymore."
Of course Emma had to make a joke about sex solving everything. And to Regina's credit, she actually laughed about it. But perhaps that was just the champagne talking. She certainly was starting to look slightly pink cheeked, and when Emma made her aware of this, Regina merely shrugged, poured herself another glass of champagne and stated that she would not stop drinking until she was 'acting silly'.
And Emma who happened to love when Regina was silly and 'as tight as a boiled owl', could only applaud that decision.
The next time they toasted, it was to Regina's miraculously healed neck. And to plenty more bathtub fun during their honeymoon...
To Be Continued...