This is my first stab at a smutty Swan Queen one shot. This originated from a screen cap of Emma and Regina standing in Snow's loft (that I took wildly out of context, of course). Emma looks rather awkward as Regina appears to be nervously explaining them out of a situation...and, well, my imagination ran away with me.
Emma stared blankly at the game playing on the television in her parent's loft, but she couldn't say which team was winning. Her thoughts were far from football and had been for a while now.
She stole another look at her girlfriend beside her on the sofa, her lips curling into a faint grin at the prim way Regina sat with her legs crossed, engrossed in the book she held. She'd always thought the brunette especially attractive when concentrating, whether it be while making a potion or cooking a new recipe or doing mayoral paperwork. Come to think of it, Emma found Regina doing anything especially attractive.
Regina Mills was especially attractive.
But something about Regina's attention being elsewhere triggered the mischievous streak in Emma and she wasn't mature enough not to rise to the challenge. It was a fun little game, seeing how far she could push her luck. Her charm usually won over the brunette by the end and resulted in some of Emma's fondest memories. Potions had been spilled, meals burned, and paperwork ruined as a result. But luckily for her, the mayor was always too deliriously content after an orgasm to be truly mad about the mess they'd made.
She still made Emma clean it up, though.
"What do you want?" Regina asked dryly, never taking her eyes from the book she read.
Emma grinned at the annoyed tone of voice but heard the underlying humor that laced it and was spurned on further, "Neal's been asleep for like two hours now, you know…"
"Yes, Dear. I am keenly aware that I'm in a dreadfully decorated loft helping you babysit. Especially thanks to this poorly upholstered lump of a sofa," the brunette deadpanned.
Regina casually turned a page in her book and felt Emma's stare burning through her clothing. She knew exactly what was on the blonde's mind, and as much as she pretended to be exhausted by the sheriff's insatiable libido, it felt wonderful to be cared for and pined over and wanted. She'd spent most of her life without love and she relished in the enthusiastic way the sheriff gave it to her. Any hesitancy she gave was always for show, a part of their playful dynamic, and they both knew it.
"Wanna makeout?" the savior wagged her brow with a shit-eating grin and watched for a reaction. The mayor only tilted her head down further to hide the fact she was stifling a grin, and god, if it didn't make Emma feel good.
Making Regina Mills smile and laugh was her favorite thing to do. Well, maybe not the favorite thing she did to Regina, but a close second. No, a tie.
"Babies wake up all of the time, you know," Regina met her gaze in reply, a hint of a smile playing on red lips as her eyes darted between the other side of the loft and Emma.
"He's a toddler, not a baby," the blonde persisted with a shrug, leaning back further on the couch and raking the mayor's figure, "Plus, he's a Charming—which means he's probably sideways in his crib, snoring and dead to the world until he smells breakfast in the morning."
"Hmm, so it is genetic," the mayor remarked in good humor.
"You would know." Emma grinned proudly at the mention of staying over at Regina's. She'd practically moved in by this point and it was so goddamn domestic and perfect that it made her chest warm. The brunette's eyes danced knowingly with amusement and affection, prompting Emma to reach over and grab the book from her hands.
She couldn't take it any longer.
"Emma-" Regina began to protest, lips parting when the blonde threw the book towards the coffee table and it slid off into the floor with a thud.
"Come here," Emma demanded, unfazed by the scolding as she grabbed Regina's thighs and waist, scooting her sideways onto her lap. Her hand found Regina's scarf then, pulling it off in one swift motion to expose that glorious neck.
"You could've at least put the bookmark in it," Regina chided with a low chuckle, but Emma's attention was already elsewhere as the blonde pushed the hair away from her neck and leaned in to taste it. Regina tilted her head to the side to give her sheriff easier access and felt the woman's lips begin to nip at every single sensitive spot she had there.
"I'll help you find your place later," Emma grinned against olive skin at Regina's shiver and slid one hand up the outside of her thigh, "I can't wait to get you home."
Regina breathed out slowly, lips curling warmly at the way the blonde called the mansion her own. It was Emma's home as far as Regina was concerned, and she planned to make that official soon enough. Henry knew about them now, and as soon as they told her idiot parents, she was going to ask Emma to move in fully.
"Oh? Do you have big plans, Sheriff?" the mayor rasped, hands grazing lightly over the blonde's toned biceps.
Emma kissed her way back up Regina's neck, over the square of her jaw and peppered a line to her chin before tilting her head back and grinning at her, "Oh, you have no idea."
"Idiot," the brunette murmured at the cocky, lopsided smirk Emma gave, but her tone made the insult sound like an endearment. The corner's of her mouth tugged into a warm smile as she cupped Emma's face and pressed their lips together.
"I think you meant to say charming," the sheriff mumbled against full lips before kissing back slowly, inhaling the expensive smell of Regina's perfume that reminded her just how fucking lucky she was. This woman was so out of her league and she was hers.
"Shut up," Regina grit playfully, pushing her fingers into soft blonde hair and tilting Emma's head so she could deepen the kiss. She reveled in the low and quiet moan Emma gave in return and it stirred her insides with memories of how that sound felt between her thighs.
"Such a mouth," Emma muttered and Regina's lips parted in a soft chuckle, allowing her the opportunity to swipe her tongue past the brunette's lower lip to graze Regina's own.
"You like my mouth."
"That's true," the blonde agreed between long, languid kisses, fingers digging into Regina's thigh as her other hand slid up her back beneath her blouse, "Very fucking true."
"Hmmm," Regina hummed happily into the kiss, scratching her fingernails gently over Emma's scalp. Her body curled a little on it's own when their tongues brushed again, feeling the spark of their magic interacting and making her body tingle.
"You know what else I like?" Emma asked slightly breathless as she lifted her head from Regina's with a determined look and began to shift their position.
"Emma-" the mayor tried, really tried, to sound like she wasn't all for the idea but it became futile when she found her back against the couch, looking up at the savior. The blonde smirked sinfully, eyes vivid green as she reached between them and pulled one of Regina's thighs to the side to position herself between them.
"He's fine-" Emma popped her head over the back of the couch in the direction of her parent's bedroom where Neal's crib was, "Besides, I'm not doing anything but kissing you," she looked back at the brunette and bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a grin that would say otherwise.
"Oh really?" Regina fought her own smile before letting her eyes travel over toned shoulders when Emma shifted over her. The sheriff's athletic build allowed her to move with strength and agility that made Regina's stomach tighten, like it did now, until all she could give was a shaky exhale.
"Yeah, really," the blonde's expression darkened and her smile grew rather wicked for a hero as she pressed her hands into the couch beside Regina and dipped her head down for another long, deliberate kiss, "You never answered my question."
"What was that?" she asked, voice a little breathless and mind already distracted with kissing Emma as her hands slid up strong arms..
"I asked if you knew what else I liked, other than your mouth," Emma husked and bit down on Regina's bottom lip as she let the full weight of her hips rest between the brunette's thighs, rocking forward teasingly.
"Enlighten me." Regina's breath hitched and she bent her knees, pressing her feet against the couch to help the sheriff press their hips more firmly together.
"Well, I was going to say your tits," the blonde answered and Regina snorted at her eloquent wording. She emitted a soft groan when Emma's mouth went south and teeth scraped her collarbone. Her hips curled wantonly and the sheriff answered with another rock forward of her own, grinding into the brunette. "But now that I've had time to think about it, I'd like to add to my answer."
"Oh?" Regina let her head fall back and her eyes close, her hands running into Emma's hair as the blonde made quick work of trailing the tops of her breasts with wet kisses.
"Mhm," Emma mumbled as she felt Regina's body reacting and bit down on the supple flesh right above her bra. She'd never been with anyone who responded to her touch like the woman underneath her did and it went straight to her head, making her feel equal parts dizzy with arousal and drunk on power.
"I like your lips," the sheriff continued and tilted her head up to meet the brunette's gaze.
She grinned when she saw Regina's eyes flutter open, reveling in the fact she already had the mayor so compliant that her head was back and her eyes had been shut, "And your collarbone."
Emma's eyes dropped to travel the sharp plane and watched the way Regina's chest heaved with heightened breaths, "And that neck, fuck," she moaned quietly and rolled her hips into Regina again, smirking at the way her lithe body squirmed.
"And your waist, it's so sexy," the blonde's hands ran under Regina's blouse, fingers splaying over her hips and torso, "I like the way your abs tense and twitch the first time I lick you," Emma breathed heavily at the thought and knew she needed to reel herself back in until they were in the privacy of the mansion.
"God-" Regina exhaled sharply at the image Emma's words conjured and her body rolled under her grip, hips tilting and skin breaking out in goosebumps. The savior wore a hungry look as her eyes traveled her body and Regina felt her lace growing damp in response.
"Not to mention the way you taste," Emma pushed the limits once more, the words tumbling out of her before she could think as her hands slid down to Regina's hips. But the thought of tasting the mayor's forbidden fruit sent her brain into autopilot and her fingers curled under the band of the brunette's trousers.
"Emma, no," Regina nearly growled with frustration when she felt the suggestive grip on her pants. Cursing herself, she reached down and grabbed a handful of Emma's flannel to pull her back up her body.
It took every ounce of self control she had not to take the savior's hand and push into her underwear, just to show Emma how wet she'd made her and force her to suffer alongside her until they got home. But she knew if she felt the blonde's fingers slip past her lace at this point her self control would evaporate, and even though being fucked by the Charming's daughter on their sofa was pure poetic justice, she didn't want to chance being caught. She wasn't sure how they'd react to the news of them being together and the last thing she wanted to do was cause problems between Emma and her parents.
"Goddamnit, I need us to be home already," Emma muttered and pushed herself back up over Regina, leaning down to kiss her again. She was glad Regina was the voice of reason. Otherwise, she'd already have her naked on the sofa, brother be damned.
"Mmm, me too," Regina purred as they returned to languid kissing and her hands found Emma's back, sliding up until her fingers could grip well-toned shoulder blades.
"To be fair, I never did get to dry hump on my parent's couch when I was a teenager," the savior grinned against full lips and rocked her hips again, feeling Regina's thighs clamp tighter against her ribcage, "Isn't that like a right of passage or something?"
The mayor chuckled darkly and ran one of her hands to the side of Emma's face, "I'm the wrong person to ask, Dear," she smiled, nuzzling her nose against the blonde's and pecking chaste kisses over the corner of her mouth and chin.
"God, I really love you, like a lot," the blonde laughed softly and pressed her forehead to Regina's, holding herself up with one forearm against the couch as the other ran over the brunette's thigh affectionately.
"Such a way with words," Regina murmured up at her but her tone was soft and gentle as she studied the sheriff's face with a hint of wonder, "I love you, Emma."
Emma's mouth spread into a stupid, beaming grin and she felt ten feet tall. She could take on every fucking beast in all of the realms combined by herself in the current moment. Experiencing this side of Regina Mills was a privilege only she and their son had it was something she would never take for granted. Getting past this woman's walls, caring for her and loving her, there was nothing in the world like it.
It made her giddy. Goofy. Utterly fucking foolish.
"But do love me like a lot, though?" Emma teased, poking fun at her own poor grammar and delighting in the eye roll she received.
Regina chuckled softly, "Like a lot," she nodded and couldn't help the silly, lovesick smile on her face.
It wasn't a lie. Her love for Emma had been simultaneously gradual and overnight. She'd felt an immediate pull to her when they first met, a connection Regina had fought every step of the way. But the savior never gave up on her, had proved herself there for her, accepting all of her, and was on her side. Emma understood her in a way no one had and it felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. The savior's love helped piece her back together, healing her battered self esteem and giving her hope for a happy ending. A happy beginning.
"Good," the blonde pressed her forehead to Regina's with a contented sigh.
"I should go before they get back," she said, but neither of them moved. Emma remained, body lying between Regina's legs as she ran fingers through dark hair and leaned down to kiss her again.
And as it turned out, Regina really should've fucking left.
Because their ears didn't register the turning of a door handle, their attention only being brought to the open loft door when Snow's purse hit the floor with a thud.
"Oh fuuu-hey, oh hey!" Emma reared back, standing up on her knees so quickly that she lost her balance and toppled backwards.
"Emma!" Regina gasped and sat up to try to catch her but the sheriff fell off the couch backwards and landed in a heap. The brunette felt her face and neck flush furiously when Emma groaned, shifting her eyes to David and Snow at the door where they were planted in the same spot.
Snow's eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of the sockets like a cartoon character's and it would've made Regina laugh had this not been such a delicate situation. She carried enough guilt about Emma's childhood, especially after Emma shared more details when they became closer, and Regina desperately did not want to put a wrench in the relationship the savior and her parents finally had.
Her own past, her hunger for revenge and her desire to see Snow suffer, had faded to the back of her mind and Emma's wellbeing was at the forefront. It had surprised her how easily she could stifle their history and be cordial with her former enemies for the sake of their daughter. Nothing was more important to her than Henry and Emma and she was too grateful for their love to do anything that would interfere with their happiness.
"We-I-what-" Snow sputtered as her eyes darted back and forth while disheveled blonde hair shot up from the floor, "Regina, what are you-doing here? What were...you two-doing here?!"
David looked a little pale and averted his gaze to Snow, the apple of his throat bobbing nervously. Four sets of eyes exchanged stunned looks and everyone remained still. Silent.
"Was, uh, were just-we," Emma shifted from her knees back onto her feet, glancing at Regina with wide eyes before turning back to her parents, "well-"
Regina realized then how she must look sitting on the sofa with her legs still extended and quickly scrambled to stand beside Emma, picking up her scarf from the floor in the process.
"It's actually a funny story-" Regina began the sentence before she even knew what she would say, desperate to end the blonde's sputtering and try to recover the situation, "I was, uh, lying on the sofa, and well-you know how clumsy Emma is, she-well, was walking past me-"
The blonde gawked at her as Regina scrambled together the explanation and she threw an equally frantic glance at the blonde. I'm trying. "She fell!" she finally exclaimed with a forced laugh and held her hands out to accentuate the humor in an attempt to make it feel more believable.
"That's...that is funny," Snow finally said after picking her jaw up from the floor, brows knitting together skeptically, "But why were you...lying on my sofa to begin with?"
Oh, shit.
Emma and Regina exchanged a glance, neither of them being able to come up with a quick explanation. Of course it was odd to the Charmings that their former enemy was hanging out with their daughter while she babysat. They didn't know of the countless meals shared, time spent and number of nights Emma had slept at the mansion. Sure, everyone knew Emma and Regina were good friends now and witnessed them having lunch at Granny's, amongst other innocent public outings.
But that didn't explain why Regina would be here with their daughter now, or more importantly, why they'd be tangled up together on the sofa.
"Look," Emma's expression began to shift after processing the initial shock of her parents walking in. It had thrown her, figuratively and literally, when she'd seen them and went ass backwards off the ouch. Her brain had still been scrambling when Regina started to explain, but Emma was caught up now and she wasn't about to deny their relationship. "I was actually going to talk to you guys about this," she glanced back at her girlfriend and saw the worry there, but it didn't deter her.
They were all well aware of what had been going on when her parents came home and she'd be damned if she'd make up an elaborate lie to cover up for something. Being with Regina was nothing to be sorry for and she had nothing to hide. The woman had experienced a lifetime of not feeling like she was enough, had lived the majority of her years being manipulated and used and shamed for who she was. Emma wasn't about to be another person to hurt her in that way.
"We're together," she nodded firmly, eyes darting between David and Snow. Their expressions didn't look entirely shocked but rather...resigned. Something told Emma then that her parents might have noticed something between her and the mayor, but had talked themselves out of believing that it could be a possibility. "It's been going on for a while now, but we kept it to ourselves long enough to make sure it would work before we told Henry and everyone else. But then the kid started to catch on and called us out, so we told him. Like I said, I was gonna talk with you both soon, and I'm sorry you found out this way, but let's be clear-I'm telling you that this is happening," she motioned between her and Regina, "Not asking for your permission."
Regina's heart nearly burst from her chest at Emma's adamant declaration but her stomach churned in anticipation of the giant argument she felt sure was coming.
Instead, Emma's parents remained silent, exchanging a glance between them before looking back at Emma and Regina awkwardly.
"Right, well, I'm sure you both need some time to think," the blonde exhaled, giving one last look between her parents before turning to Regina, "Let's go, Henry's eyes are probably crossed from playing video games all evening. We need to save him from himself," she managed a joke and saw the nervous mayor's lips quiver in what looked like an attempted smile.
To Regina's shock, Emma reached for her hand and pulled her towards the door, "We'll see you guys on Sunday for dinner at Granny's?" she nodded frankly at David and Snow.
Regina could only manage a wide-eyed look in passing when Emma's parents nodded back as she and the savior practically ran from the loft.
Emma had known it would be worth it to be upfront with her parents about her relationship with Regina. She wanted them to know and make peace with it and for all of them to get on with their lives. It had been freeing to walk out of that fucking loft with Regina's fingers threaded in her own and her contentment with the decision only skyrocketed when they got home. Especially now, when Regina's fingers no longer threaded with Emma's but grasped at her blonde locks instead.
"Mmmm," Emma groaned from deep in her throat when Regina's hips rocked up and she tugged Emma's hair to bring her mouth closer, her tongue deeper.
The blonde complied with the desperate request of Regina's canting hips and unwrapped her arms from olive thighs, moving her hands under the brunette's knees. She pressed Regina's legs up towards her and spread them wider, ripping choked sounds from the brunette. Emma shoved her tongue as deeply into the slick opening as her jaw would allow, intent on taking full advantage of the silencing spell she'd put over the room earlier.
Regina's body curled in on itself, skin sweaty from the exertion of her previous two orgasms and the one pending. Emma hadn't relented since they'd tumbled down onto the bed and she'd submitted to it entirely. Her limbs were shaky and her core vibrated with building pleasure, pulse throbbing in every part of her body. It had her rapidly losing control but with Emma she knew it was safe to let go.
Regina had attempted to broach the subject of what happened earlier and failed. Her insecurity surfaced in the mere seconds it took them to poof from the loft to the mansion and walk upstairs. It bubbled out of her as they reached the bedroom and she'd started to ask Emma if she regretted what happened.
The blonde had spun around and reached past Regina, pushing the bedroom door shut behind her and effectively pinning her against it while voicing a firm 'no'.
Warmth and relief had flooded her at the emotion in the savior's green eyes. It was reassuring and calming and validating. Emma hadn't needed to voice anything, expressing it all through her earnest expression. And then she shook her head slowly and murmured a softer 'no' before kissing Regina firmly, making the worry and fears melt away under a sure touch.
It meant more to her than she could express that Emma chose her without hesitance. The savior had claimed her without apology and took her home proudly. Then gave her everything she needed with one simple 'no' that reassured no regret.
The mixture of relief and pleasure that rushed Regina's body now was overwhelming and her chest was tight with emotion. It made it hard to breathe and she panted shamelessly, straining her neck to watch Emma take her with her skilled mouth. Her body wound tighter and threatened to explode but she tugged at blonde hair, beckoning the other woman up over her once more. "You, I want you in-inside."
"God," Emma exhaled sharply as she came back over her, pressing her hands into the mattress on each side of Regina's head and just looking at the brunette for a long moment. Her dark hair was a little damp at the hairline and her skin looked flushed, but it was her eyes that the sheriff found herself entranced by. The irises were near black, accentuated by dark lashes and lids hooded with arousal. Yet despite the dark color of Regina's gaze, there was tender warmth there, expressing so much emotion that Emma felt overwhelmed by it.
"Please," Regina asked breathily when they met gazes and snaked her arms around the smooth torso hovering between her thighs.
"I'm sorry," the blonde whispered breathlessly, seeing the almost painful need in the other woman and apologizing for getting caught up. She held herself with one hand against the couch and brought the other down between them, slipping her fingers through slick folds, "You are so, so wet," her eyes fluttered closed when she probed Regina's entrance and felt arousal drip down her digits.
"Emma d-don't, I need-" Regina whimpered and her hips jerked, thighs falling open wider as her body offered itself to the blonde instinctually.
"I know," Emma murmured with a gentle smile to let the brunette know her plea had been heard.
It usually made her cocky when Regina got this needy, but tonight was different and she had no urge to make the teasing comments she normally would. No, tonight she'd seen exactly how much she meant to the woman under her. She'd witnessed the fear of rejection that Regina had tried to mask and her shocked look when Emma made the declaration to her parents.
It wasn't lost on her that Regina could've rubbed her parent's faces in what happened tonight. She could've gloated in finally besting them by telling exactly what they'd been doing on that couch, but she hadn't. Instead she'd tried to help, had stumbled for words in front of her former enemies in a manner that Emma knew must've hurt Regina's pride. And she'd done it for her.
"You're amazing," she breathed out as she sank two fingers inside of Regina's clenching walls with an increased urge to please her.
"Emma," Regina moaned out and felt herself gripping down on the blonde's fingers, looking up to find lust-blown eyes watching her. Their gazes locked and she dug her nails into Emma's back when her body rolled, arousal taking over and making her muscles twitch for more.
"I know you're still sensitive, but it will be worth it," Emma promised when she gently brushed her thumb over Regina's engorged clit and she gasped loudly. The brunette was always so sensitive after coming a few times and so Emma pushed carefully, easing into the stimulation of her slick nub.
"Oh god," Regina's upper body curled from the bed and she pressed her elbows into the mattress for leverage when Emma began moving her wrist, pumping her fingers slowly. Her head fell forward to rest against the sheriff's shoulder as she rocked her hips in time with Emma's hand. The coiling and burning in her abdomen flamed higher when two fingers became three and spread her deliciously.
Emma cursed under her breath and nudged Regina flat onto her back again, coming down to rest over her on one forearm so that their chests grazed together, "I want to watch you," she explained, tone low with her own arousal as she curled the three fingers inside and ground her palm flat against Regina's clit.
She watched as the mayor's lips parted to make a noise but nothing came out. Dark brows knitted and her expression twisted with pleasure when Emma pushed her hips against the back of her own hand and began thrusting them. She held Regina's heavy gaze as she rolled her hips into hers, forcing her fingers deeper into clenching heat. The brunette's slick walls were tightening and clamping already and she clawed at Emma's back as the savior rocked and rocked and rocked into her. Their eyes remained locked as Emma pushed and pushed until she felt Regina's body shudder underneath her and then go rigid.
Emma watched as the power of the orgasm stole Regina's ability to spew the nonsensical string of words she usually did when she came. All that escaped her this time was a strangled moan that lifted into a sharp cry at the end. Dark eyes were clamped shut and brows furrowed as the pleasure played out through Regina's features. It was the sexiest thing the blonde had ever witnessed and left her awestruck every time.
"God, Regina," Emma hummed a moan when the brunette's climax began its descent, her hips jerking and back arching, pressing hard nipples against Emma's skin. The savior kept her fingers buried in the mayor's spasming walls until a hot gush pushed them out of her. "Yes, fuck," the blonde cursed sharply at her drenched hand and wrist before she cupped Regina, pressing her palm against her clit and letting her ride out the after shocks against her hand.
No. There was no fucking way Emma could ever regret this woman.