A/N: This is it - the final chapter. It's NSFW, of course.
Henry slammed the door behind him and slung his back onto the chair in the hallway which had been strategically placed for him to do just that, rather than dropping it onto the floor where, more than once, Emma had tripped over it coming in from work. Regina had tried to get him to put his bag away but when that failed, the chair was the next best thing.
The house was empty. Which was good, otherwise he'd have been told off for slamming the door. He hadn't meant to. It was just … slammy. And perhaps he hadn't been concentrating when he kicked it closed. Turning around, he noted the scuff mark on the paint where his foot had connected with the door.
"Damn it," he muttered, crossing back and using the cuff of his school sweater, tied around his waist after a warm walk home, to rid the evidence of his carelessness. When the mark had all but disappeared, he headed into the kitchen to find a snack.
Packet of crisps in hand and a large glass of water (the coca cola from Saturday night had been drunk), he walked into the living room and fired up the television. He'd have at least twenty minutes before his mom got home in which to watch whatever he wanted before he'd have to whip out his homework and pretend to be diligently studying. He'd got it down to a fine art. Although he was almost twelve, his parents wouldn't let him stay home alone for long so his mom had ensured her lecture schedule enabled her to be home shortly after Henry, every afternoon.
Soon, however, he would be twelve. Then he'd be old enough not to need a parent around. But for now, he had to make do with a snatched window of unsupervised time each afternoon. It was a little better when he went to Emma's. Partly because his blonde mother liked to watch the same things on TV and partly because her pathetic cooking skills meant they often ordered take out.
That said, Henry would rather have both his moms back in the same house rather than have pizza every day for the rest of his life. Well … it was a close run thing. Pizza was awesome. But his moms back together had to be better than that.
"How was school?" Regina asked when she poked her head around the living room door thirty minutes later to see Henry staring at a textbook. She wondered whether he still thought he was fooling them with his pretence at studying from the moment he walked in the door to the time dinner was placed on the table.
"Fine," Henry replied. "How was work?"
"It was good, thank you, dear. I was going to make fajitas tonight. Does that suit you?"
Henry jerked his head up. "Fajitas? They're Ma's favourite. Can we eat them without her?"
"Firstly, your ma doesn't have the monopoly of fajitas, Henry. If we wanted to have them, we could. But secondly, your ma is coming over tonight after her work. There's something we want to talk to you about."
Henry scrutinised his mother's expression. Was that a smirk? It definitely wasn't sad. Did they have good news to share with him? Were they going to give him all that college fund money early? He was going to be rich! "Cool!" he exclaimed.
Retreating to make a start on dinner, Regina wondered whether she had given away the news, even though she'd barely said anything. She hoped she hadn't. It was something she wanted to tell Henry with Emma by her side. They both deserved to be there when Henry was told.
They had spoken that morning about how best to tell him but quickly realised that the imparting of good news didn't have to be planned in the way one has to consider the delivery of bad news. When Emma had moved out, they had agonised about how to tell Henry. They didn't want to tell him everything but knew it was important he had enough information to understand that Emma wasn't moving back. Well, at least not any time soon. And at the time, Regina hadn't anticipated ever allowing Emma back.
Back in October, Regina hadn't been thinking beyond her own pain and betrayal. She hadn't thought about what it would be like when those emotions had dulled; when she had come to terms with Emma's mistake. What then? Well, as it turned out, her life was emptier than she could ever have imagined. Henry was the only source of happiness left to her and when he wasn't around, the world seemed dark and colourless. Without Emma, life was dull.
Now, however, she got to bring colour and joy back into their son's were going to be together again. They were going to be a family again. It was over. The past was in the past. And it was time to focus on the future.
"Honey, I'm home!" Emma bellowed from the hallway as soon as she arrived about an hour later, stacking one of the suitcases which she'd hastily packed out of view so Henry didn't catch onto what tonight was about until they were ready. She still had plenty of things in the apartment but they'd agreed to spend the weekend moving Emma back in. For now, she'd just brought some essentials.
Her old school greeting made Regina roll her eyes but she took it as a sign to go to the fridge and pull out a beer. By the time Emma entered, the drink was ready for her.
"I feel like we're acting like a 1950s couple suddenly," Emma remarked as Regina handed her the beer and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm pretty sure 1950s America wouldn't have approved of our relationship," Regina pointed out. "How was work?"
"Fine. Are you making fajitas?" Emma asked, taking in the smells wafting through the room. Regina nodded, causing Emma to beam widely and plant a firm kiss to her wife's lips. "You're awesome. Where's Henry?"
"In the living room, pretending to do his homework. Can you tell him we're ten minutes away from eating?"
Emma nodded and headed off to see her son. Just as she entered the room, she saw the TV screen flash to darkness. Their son was sneaky! He'd clearly been watching something with the volume down super low. Poor kid wasn't as savvy as he thought.
"Hey kid. Dinner in ten. How was your day?"
"Fine. Mom says you're here for dinner. That's good, right? She's properly forgiven you now, yeah?"
"It's very good," Emma nodded, ignoring the question about forgiveness. Emma and Regina were now both aware that it was Emma whose forgiveness the blonde needed, rather than Regina's. She was working on it.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?"
At once, Emma sat down beside him, patting his knee earnestly. "Always, Henry. You can ask me anything."
"Was that why Mom was mad at you? Because you used my college money to gamble? Is that what made her hate you for so long?"
"Pretty much," Emma nodded. "Well, it was what I did but also that I didn't tell her for a long time. In fact, I didn't tell her until it was too late for her to be able to help me."
"So, she was mad at you because of something you did with my money, right?"
"Yes, well, it's money her parents, your grandparents left to you. It's not yours yet but as and when you go to college, you'll be able to use it."
"Does that mean I should be mad at you? I mean, I'm not and I don't really get why Mom kicked you out. I'm just curious. Should I be angry?"
Emma sighed and looked down at her lap. "You have every right to be angry with me, Henry. I did something really bad and if it wasn't for your mom, my actions could have made your future plans difficult. So, yes, in theory, you should be angry with the mistake I made and how I put your college future in jeopardy. But just because you should feel something, doesn't mean you always do. Feelings are complicated and they're different for each person. Maybe your mom reacted differently to you because she is older and she understands more about the cost of a college education. Maybe you reacted the way you did because it was not something which affects you at the moment. Don't force yourself to react how you think you should. Just do what feels natural, ok?"
"Ok. Then, I'm not mad," Henry said simply. "And I'm glad you're here for dinner. Mom's making fajitas too. You know, we haven't had them at all since you left. I asked for them once but she started crying. I think they remind her of you."
"I am very similar to a tortilla stuffed with spiced meat and veg," Emma chuckled. "Go wash up. Dinner's almost ready."
Back in the kitchen, Emma helped Regina carry all of the elements of the build-it-yourself meal to the table before topping up the woman's wine glass and placing a kiss to the side of her neck. "Ready?" she asked.
"I think it's been long enough, don't you?" Regina smiled. Almost six months. Yes, both women were more than ready to tell their son that Emma was coming home.
Which was why Emma couldn't wait until she'd finished her first tortilla before broaching the conversation. "So, kid. Your mom and I have something to tell you."
Henry swallowed his mouthful and grinned. "Are we going on vacation?"
"What? No. I mean, maybe in the summer. Why do you say that?"
"You seemed super happy. Both of you. And who isn't happy about a vacation? Can we go to Disney finally? All my mates have been."
"Let's talk about that another time," Emma said, knowing it would take a miracle to persuade Regina to spend her hard-earned vacation at Disney. "Your mom and I have some other news that we want to tell you now though."
Henry nodded, his mouth full again. Glancing at the brunette, Emma waited until she received the nod of consent before turning back to their son.
"I'm coming home."
A broad grin spread at once across Henry's face. "Really?" he said, through a mouthful of half chewed food.
"Really," Emma nodded. "Your mom and I decided this morning. Our time apart was hard and we've done a lot of work and we've got a lot more to do but we want to do it together. All three of us, in fact. I'm coming back to live here again."
Henry launched himself out of his chair and threw his arms around Emma's neck. The woman hugged him back, tears brimming in her eyes and quickly spilling down her cheeks. Regina couldn't resist getting up to join in the family huddle. Both Henry and Emma quickly enveloped the brunette woman too, the trio tangled in a tight mass of love and affection for one another. This, Emma knew, was her home. This was all she would ever need. This was love.
Later that night, hours after Henry went to sleep, a smile on his face at the knowledge that his moms were really, truly back together, Emma and Regina settled side by side in their marital bed. Emma had taken great pride in having put her toothbrush back in its place in the ensuite. The small action felt highly symbolic. Her toothbrush belonged there. Next to Regina's. It was home. And so was she.
"I'm so happy," she said, sliding herself tightly against Regina's body, an arm curling around the woman's slender waist as her nose nuzzled the warm, smooth skin at the base of her hairline and the top of her neck.
"Me too, my love," Regina replied, fingers trailing up and down Emma's forearm. "And Henry's happy too. That's what matters the most, right?"
"Always. He always comes first. Well, tied with you. Is that ok? Or does that make a bad mother?" In truth, that was often something Emma worried about. Her love for Henry was absolute and unconditional. It was the most surreal and powerful love she'd ever experienced which had slammed into her at the moment of his birth. It was different to her love for Regina but it was not a 'better' kind of love. As far as she was concerned, both Henry and Regina held equal place in her heart.
"That makes you a wonderful mother and a wonderful wife. We're family, Emma. There's no hierarchy here. All we need is love."
"Now you sound like a Richard Curtis movie," Emma chuckled. "But thanks."
"You're welcome. And welcome home."
Regina rolled her head to one side and captured Emma's lips in a soft kiss. But it didn't stay soft for long. Soon she found herself on top of the blonde, knees planted firmly on either side of her hips, pelvis rocking gently forwards and backwards as Emma's hands slid up her back and divested her of her nightshirt.
Once topless, Emma sat up, forcing Regina to shift backwards slightly, her covered core now pressed into Emma's abdomen as the blonde's mouth peppered kisses across both breasts, trying to sample every inch of skin available to her. "Emma," Regina groaned as she felt a tongue lap over her taut nipple.
"I love you," came the simple reply, muttered against brown, pebbled skin. Regina allowed her head to fall backwards, fingers coming up to lace their way through Emma's hair, anchoring her to her breast. Emma had no intention of going anywhere, lavishing attention first to the left, then the right nipple. And back and again. Over and over until she felt Regina rocking more insistently against her, the brunette's fingers now reaching for her own pyjamas, tugging ineffectively at her top.
"Off," Regina requested. Even if it meant ending the worshipping of her breasts, Regina wanted to move onto Emma now. She could never be accused of being a selfish lover. With some reluctance, Emma broke away from the woman's now wet, and impossibly hard nipples and shucked the top over her head, flinging it to the far side of the room. But before Regina could do anything, Emma was rolling them over and sliding down the brunette, fingers taking the woman's pyjama bottoms with them until they were kicked off into the depths of the duvet, shoved to the end of the bed.
When it became obvious that Emma wasn't interested in anything by her wife's pleasure, Regina decided against protesting at how one sided their evening had been so far. She knew she'd get her turn eventually. And, to be honest, the way Emma was looking at her bare sex, she was feeling rather impatient to be touched. She didn't have to wait long.
Her eyes fluttered closed as Emma's tongue laved over her inner thigh, quickly trailing towards her heat where it circled her clit once before digging deeper through her folds to her core. Regina groaned as she felt Emma push her face further forwards, as if she couldn't get close enough. Which was exactly as Emma felt. This was as close as she could get and it still didn't feel like enough. But nevertheless she knew she had what it took to take Regina to where she needed to be.
Reaching up the bed, Emma blindly fumbled for Regina's hands on the mattress and when she found them, she threaded their fingers, anchoring them together with yet another point of contact. All the while, her tongue laved slow, almost lazy, strokes up and down through the woman's wet folds. She both gathered the woman's natural wetness while also adding her own, slicking the smooth skin with every pass. Plus each time she reached the top, she allowed her lips to clamp, briefly, on that tight nub of nerves.
The fingers between her own gripped tightly each time she did that. Emma knew it was a surefire way to build Regina up quickly but wouldn't be enough to tip her over the edge. That's what she wanted. That's what she always wanted; to create such a crescendo that the resulting climax was mind blowing. Ok, Emma might be tooting her own horn but considering she'd spent so many nights buried in this exact spot, she was fairly confident in her abilities.
"Emma, I need more," Regina gasped, knowing full well that her wife was holding back from giving her what she wanted too soon. "Please."
Regina didn't often beg in bed. To be fair, she didn't often have to as she always knew Emma would eventually get her to where she desired most. But the use of the word 'please' told Emma her wife had been teased for too long and needed to feel her release. And who was she to deny her? She disengaged her right hand from Regina's left and slid her fingers beneath her own chin, moving her mouth out of the way to make room. Her lips sealed once more around the woman's clitoris, this time latching on and sucking more firmly, the tip of her tongue flicking back and forth.
The brunette moved her legs even wider apart, silently requesting what she knew was coming. Emma obliged. She dipped one, then two, then three fingers into Regina's tight, velvet channel, easing them in slowly as the woman above her let out a groan. "Yes, more."
Hesitating for a moment, Emma allowed her fingers to slide in and out, lubricated each time by the copious wetness which Regina's body had produced. She took her time, however, before giving the woman what she wanted. Her fingers reached deeper, thrusted a little harder, pads pressing lightly against the front wall each time. It was only when the woman breathlessly whispered her name into the darkness that Emma added her pinkie finger to the three already pumping in and out. Curled inwards, she slowed down to ease it in, Regina letting out a moan of delight as she felt her body stretching to accommodate her wife.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked, kissing the top of the woman's pubis as she paused her movement, not wanting to continue until she was sure Regina was comfortable.
"Never better," Regina assured her. "I'm ready, Emma. I promise."
In fairness, Emma knew Regina's body was wet enough and pliant enough to take her. But she still wanted to go slow, check in with her partner, make sure they were both on the same page. Communication was key, after all. But with both women reassured, Emma redoubled her efforts, lips now tightening onto Regina's clit, her four fingers pumping in and out faster and faster as Regina's back arched off the bed.
"Yes. Oh god, Emma," Regina cried as she felt her orgasm building inside her. "Keep going. Don't stop."
Emma had no intention of stopping. Not until her wife was cresting against her tongue and fingers. At least, she hadn't planned to stop. Until she heard Regina say "more," at which point, she paused again.
"What?" she said, hooded eyes looking up the bare body, chin shining with come.
There was a pause, Regina lifting her head from the pillow and reaching down to cup Emma's jawbone and stroke her thumb over the woman's cheek. "More, my love. I want all of you."
"Are you sure?" Emma asked. This was something they had done a few times early in their relationship but which hadn't been part of their bedroom repertoire for years.
"I want you. And I trust you not to hurt me."
Emma's eyes sparkled in the gloom. She kissed the pad of Regina's thumb, pulling it briefly into her mouth before releasing it and ducking back down to the woman's neglected, throbbing core.
"Ok," she said quietly. "Let me know if you need me to slow down."
Again, communication was key. Emma settled herself more comfortably between her wife's legs and began licking where her fingers disappeared into the woman's core. She felt the entrance clench, stimulated and eager for what Emma was going to do. But she didn't want to move too fast. Instead, she slowly began to move the four fingers already inside Regina, inching them slightly further inside until her thumb was brushing against the woman's clit.
Expletives softly fell from the woman's lips as she felt her body widen. Emma wanted to swear too but was focused on the task in hand. Literally. She tucked her thumb into the conical shape made by her fingers and slowed her movements more, using her own saliva to make sure her hand was lubricated. She didn't, ever, want to hurt Regina.
"I'm ready, Emma," Regina reassured, relaxing her muscles as she spoke to encourage the woman to press deeper. While it was sweet that Emma was taking such care, the fire raging in Regina's core was now so intense that she just needed more. She needed to feel Emma, all of Emma, inside her.
"Ok," Emma agreed, mouth returning to Regina's clit to softly lave the bud. Not too much, not too intensely, as she guided her hand inside, feeling the woman's body split open as the widest part, her knuckles, reached the point at which, Emma knew, she just had to push forwards.
And she did. Eyes open, she looked up into Regina's face as she pushed her hand inside, feeling the woman's body stretch wide and then close up over the narrower part of her hand and then to her wrist. "Fucking hell," Emma breathed, the sensation of the hot, wetness surrounding her hand short-circuiting her brain.
Above her, Regina moaned in delight, her core pulsing against Emma's fingers which remained still inside her.
"Emma," Regina cried.
Careful not to jolt her hand, Emma managed to make her way far enough up Regina's body to kiss her, their tongues colliding, sharing the taste of the brunette's sex. Her hand started to move slowly, Regina's guttural tones lost in the kiss as her body galloped towards its peak.
"You feel amazing," Emma breathed when Regina threw her head back in pleasure and broke their kiss. "I can feel your body wrapped around me, Regina. I can feel every part of you. I can feel you squeezing me. Pressing on my fingers. I can feel your wetness. I can feel your pleasure. Come for my, my love. Come all over my hand."
The dirty talk was all it took to push Regina over the edge, she gasped and convulsed as her cunt tightened, the muscles restricting Emma's movement as it clamped around the woman's hand. Emma herself swore at the intensity of the sensations, teeth sinking into the flesh of Regina's breast as the woman pulsated around her.
Only when the older woman slumped, panting and exhausted, did Emma begin the delicate task of easing her hand out of the spent body. Regina winced slightly as she pulled out, but reassured the blonde when she apologised that Emma hadn't hurt her. "I'm just sensitive," Regina murmured, beckoning Emma up to lie beside her.
"You're amazing, is what you are," Emma replied. "Thank you, for trusting me to do that. We've not done that for years."
"I trust you with my life," Regina replied. "And I just needed to feel you in a primal way tonight. I needed to feel possessed by you, I suppose. Because you do possess me, Emma. You possess my heart. Every piece of it."
"And you possess mine," Emma declared. "I promise, for the rest of our lives together, I'll do everything I can never to hurt your heart again. Whatever it takes, I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world. Our family, Regina. That's what matters to me now. Beyond anything my addiction may throw at us. It's me, you and Henry. You're my world. You're my reason for being. You're all I'll ever need and I couldn't be happier right now."
"I mean, could you be happier if, say, I suggested we bring our old strap-on out of hibernation?" Regina suggested.
"I … um, yeah, I think that would make me very happy," Emma nodded vigorously.
"Great. Give me a moment to regain the feeling in my legs and I'll go and get it," Regina grinned. "Oh, and Emma? You, me and Henry are my world too. I love you more than I can say."
"I love you too and I always will."
A/N: smut turned sap. Can't help myself! I hope you enjoyed this story. I started this when the UK entered lockdown and ironically I'm finishing it when half the country (and the world) are either recently back in lockdown or heading that way in the near future. But this too shall pass, I promise. And in the meantime, if you're in the US and are over 18, vote! Drop me a comment and let me know how you liked the story. Stay safe, stay healthy, and stay SwanQueen!
