1 time Regina isn't subtle.
The next days are filled with intense kisses in stolen moments. Emma and Regina cross paths - really, they keep finding convenient excuses to see each other, each one as ludicrous as the next, but they don't call each other out on it.
Because when they cross paths, or they've found yet another excuse, and they're alone - the kisses are hot, fiery, hungry. Burning with a desire so overwhelming it leaves them breathless.
But Emma wants more; show-Regina-every-corner-of-the-bed-more. And as the days go by, it becomes increasingly clear that the mayor of Storybrooke feels the same way. It drives Emma nothing short of crazy with lust to see Regina's choices of dress - this woman has a gift when it comes to finding revealing yet classy outfits. Classy outfits that turn Emma's brain to mush and have her hormones raging like those of a 15-year-old boy.
She wants to be respectful to Regina, allow her to take the first step as she always has so far. Their impromptu make out sessions are scorching, but Emma hasn't quite figured out how to make it clear that while she is definitely ready to take the next step and positively ravish Regina, she also understands if Regina doesn't want there to be a next step.
They hang out sometimes. Regina cooks for them, Emma at first insisting she doesn't have to do that, Regina in turn insisting she enjoys cooking - especially for someone who appreciates the food the way Emma does. So they're friends, and they make out, and Emma so badly wants to take this further - both in the bedroom and in the relationship, but she's afraid that changing anything up might ruin everything. She can't lose this, and she'd rather keep doing what they're doing than risk everything by getting too greedy.
It's a beautiful day out, perfect for the annual fire drill the sheriff's department participates in. Emma's walking home, wearing loose navy blue pants, red suspenders and a white skin tight tank top, not needing a jacket or a cardigan. It's oddly warm considering they're in Maine, really. Coincidentally on the day of the fire drill, the only time of year this outfit is worn by the sheriff and her deputies… it's almost like magic.
Lost in thought, she nearly jumps out of her skin when her phone buzzes. She smirks. The sender of the text is no stranger to magic, and Emma shivers pleasurably at the thought of all the things magic could provide with in the bedroom. Or, really, anywhere.
Regina: Sheriff Swan, please come to the mansion immediately. I require your assistance.
Emma frowns, but can't fight the smirk gracing her lips. She has to keep herself from jogging to the mansion, wondering what excuse Regina has found for what Emma is sure is another heated kiss. Regina is on top of things and must know the fire drill is over by now, but decided to text rather than call so as not to interrupt should they still be at it.
Emma: On my way.
Once Emma gets to the mansion, she rings the doorbell, excited yet also oddly nervous. She loves being surprised by Regina. Before she can dwell on any other things about Regina that she loves, the door opens slowly. Emma quirks an eyebrow when nobody appears in the doorway, unsure how to proceed. She's debating calling Regina on the phone when she receives a new text.
Regina: Come in and make your way up to the bedroom. Second door on the left.
Emma all but runs upstairs, her entire body buzzing with anticipation. She opens the door and the sight that greets her nearly causes her to faint because holy hell it should be illegal to be that hot.
Regina is clad in nothing but a set of the sexiest black lace lingerie Emma has ever had the pleasure of setting eyes on - and what a pleasure it is. Her eyes devour Regina's body, which must surely have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her skin is glowing in the afternoon light, her dark hair tussled as if she's just run her fingers through it, far from its usual perfectly coiffed state. Her eyes are positively smouldering, holding a hint of amusement at Emma's extremely obvious interest. Regina's body is lean, just the hint of muscle - not defined like Emma's are, but enough to tell the sheriff that the mayor most definitely works out. Regina's breasts are pushed together slightly in her bra, revealing a lot of smooth skin. Emma can't stop a whine from escaping her throat as her eyes travel down over a taut stomach, a barely-there thong and legs to die for.
Emma swallows audibly and forces herself to look at Regina's face. "You require my assistance?" Her attempt to keep her tone neutral fails miserable, her voice hoarse.
Regina bites her lower lip and come on, that's just not fair. "I know today was the annual fire drill," she says innocently. "And I need your help putting out a fire, Sheriff Swan."
Emma quirks both eyebrows in confusion, but then again her brain is too busy being fried to think as Regina stalks over to her like a predator about to devour its prey. She stops mere inches from Emma, and Emma is almost certain she can feel Regina's body without touching her. The electricity between them sizzles and it's hard to breathe.
As if reading the question in Emma's mind, Regina smirks and says: "I require your assistance putting out a fire... between my legs."
"Shit," Emma curses lowly, her nostrils flaring. "You want me?" she pants, squeezing her fists. It's taking every inch of self control to not jump Regina's bones right here, right now, but the past few months she's become a master at controlling herself around this insanely hot woman. "You want to fuck me?"
Regina nods almost imperceptibly, and if Emma hadn't been staring at her so intently, she would have missed it. The world around them has stopped spinning. "God, yes," Regina breathes.
Emma smirks, mentally taking note of the fact that apparently, she has the ability to turn Regina on enough for the mayor to not scold her for her crude language. Emma steps closer, her body now touching Regina's. She feels Regina's heaving breasts against her tank top, Regina's legs against her pants. They're standing so close that their lips are but a hair's breadth away from touching when she challenges Regina: "Here I am. Do your worst."
Regina blinks in surprise, clearly having expected Emma to snap and take her on the spot. But Emma's been turned on for what feels like a lifetime, and finally having the undeniable confirmation that the source of her arousal wants her just as completely just as badly and has been toying with her? Well, two can play that game.
Regina doesn't let the moment drag on too long. She wants to touch, taste, feel Emma just as badly as she wants Emma to do the same to her.
So she does.
It starts as a kiss, but without the pressure of limited time and possible exposure, and with the freedom of knowing where this will lead - it goes beyond any kiss they've shared so far. Regina's grabs onto Emma's long blonde locks, Emma's hands find Regina's hips and their bodies crash. The kiss is sloppy, deep, almost painful in its urgency.
Emma growls when Regina bites her lip hard, but Regina's tongue isn't far behind to lick it better. Emma's hands travel to Regina's perfect ass, cupping it and squeezing the way she's been wanting to for much too long now. Emma revels at the softness of the flesh as she rubs Regina's ass in firm circular motions, letting it fills her hands.
Regina decides that Emma is severely overdressed and all but rips off Emma's clothes. The tank top is torn and neither will remember afterwards exactly what happened to her suspenders or pants, both of them too lost in the taste of each other's lips, tongues, skin. Their passion is so all-consuming it's hard to tell in the moment who is doing what, but it doesn't truly matter because finally, Emma gets to touch. Finally, Regina gets to kiss.
The necessity for oxygen temporarily interrupts their kiss, and they stumble their way to Regina's bed, neither of them letting go of each other. Their breathing is laboured, the air filled with moans, whimpers, muttered curses. Emma's fingers find the clasp of Regina's bra and she skilfully get rid of the offending garment before pushing her down onto the bed.
"Holy fuck," Emma moans when her eyes finally settle on Regina's bare breasts for the first time. They're nothing short of perfection - round, firm, with small hard nipples standing at attention, begging for Emma's touch. Emma's underwear is completely soaked by now.
The split second is enough for Regina to take back control as she yanks down Emma's boy shorts, licking her lips, her entire body reacting. She then proceeds to pull Emma on top of her, hands greedily touching. She is so eager to take off Emma's sports bra that she struggles with the tight material, but Emma generously helps her out. Regina groans as her eyes rake over Emma's incredibly arousing breasts, so perfectly shaped, those pink hard nipples just begging to be loved - by Regina's mouth.
Regina's too distracted to notice what Emma is up to. She yelps in surprise when Emma nearly rips off her thong, her hips jerking up and into Emma as she gets it off and throws it behind her. Her eyes glaze over with lust when she sees how wet Regina is, and the scent of Regina's arousal hits her nose. Emma inhales deeply.
Emma gives her a wicked grin before diving in. Her lips make their way along Regina's neck, across her collar bones and to those glorious breasts she's been lusting after. She marks the path with kisses, unable to stop herself from sucking every so often. Regina's hands are exploring Emma's freckled skin, squeezing her ass, moving over to her hips and just when Emma's lips finally get to wrap themselves around a hard nipple, Regina's fingers slip between Emma's slick folds.
Emma's clit is so hard that Regina has no trouble finding it, her middle finger confidently circling the stiff bud. Emma inhales sharply, completely losing focus. Regina's index and ring finger are holding her folds open, giving her middle finger room to move. Emma's brain is going haywire and there's no way she can focus on Regina's breasts right now, so she buries her face in her dark brown tresses, breathing heavily against her neck. Emma's mouth no longer distracting her, Regina is now able to fully focus on rhythmically rubbing around Emma's clit, then quickly flicking the pad of her finger over it, only to start circling again. Emma's hips are bucking into Regina, who's other hand is on her hip, guiding her motions.
Emma completely puts herself in Regina's hands - literally. Regina keeps the pace steady, her nose buried in Emma's long blonde hair. She waits for her breathing to pick up and moves her finger faster along with it, keeping the pressure even. It doesn't take long for Emma to climb higher and higher, her heart racing. "Yes," she hisses when she feels she's right at the edge. "So close."
"Let go, Emma," Regina says, uncharacteristically softly for how heavily they've been going at it so far. "Come," she orders, steadily.
The low rasp of Regina's voice when she's already so nearly there is enough to send Emma flying over that edge. Her breath stills for a second as she feels the orgasm ripple through her, her clit throbbing against the pad of Regina's finger. Regina doesn't stop, but continues her ministrations as Emma's hips buck on top of her, gently guiding her down from the height of her orgasm.
Regina combs her fingers through Emma's hair as she recovers from her orgasm. Finally, she lifts her head and looks down at Regina, their eyes searching each other until they find each other in a matching smile. "Hi," Emma grins goofily.
"Welcome back," Regina teases. Their mouths naturally find each other in a kiss; a kiss slower and softer than they've shared in days. Languid, curious, tantalising.
Neither can tell how much time passes before Emma slowly makes her way back to Regina's breasts, trailing along the same path she laid out on Regina's tan skin earlier. She leaves wet kisses, closing in on her desired goal. Finally, closes her lips around a rock hard nipple and teases the peak with the tip of her tongue. She sucks gently, then blows hot air it as her hand finds Regina's other breast, squeezing it gently. Regina keens, lifting her torso into Emma's touch.
Emma softly sucks on Regina's nipple, her tongue coming out to play, basically making out with Regina's breast as her hand rhythmically squeezes its twin. She can feel the way Regina's body reacts to her touch and she loves it. Regina's breasts truly taste as splendid as they look, and when she can feel Regina's breathing quicken, she switches sides. Regina's hard wet nipple is exposed to the air, then almost instantly caressed by Emma's fingertips. She rolls it between her thumb and index finger, careful not to hurt her lover. She wraps her lips around her other nipple and gives it the same attention, working slightly faster now that Regina is that much closer. Regina's writing beneath her and the sounds she makes turn Emma on immensely. She had no idea Regina's breasts are this sensitive, but damn if this isn't good news for her, because she's definitely a boobs girl.
Emma uses her mouth in a more focused manner now, because she can suddenly feel that she can get Regina to orgasm like this. As desperately as she wants to feel Regina's wetness on her fingers, have those fingers inside of her as her walls clench down on them - she knows she needs to keep her mouth and hands exactly where they are. She picks up the pace, but doesn't move anything out of place so as not to break Regina's stride. Regina pushes her breasts into Emma, begging for more, trashing beneath her - and then her back arches, she lifts off the bed and with a stream of colourful curses, she comes undone. Emma keeps going, until she feels Regina's hand on her shoulder, asking her to stop. "Too much," Regina says breathlessly.
Emma nods, gives Regina's nipple a final peck and then wraps her arms around her, her hands rubbing soothing circles on her back as she positions them side by side. Once Regina returns to the land of the living, Emma grins at her. "Did you really just come from nipple stimulation alone?"
Regina uncharacteristically blushes and swats at Emma's shoulder half-heartedly. "Shut up. They're sensitive."
Emma hums. "Good to know." Then, wanting to reassure Regina, she adds: "It's incredibly sexy." Regina bites her lip, and Emma can't help but sigh. "You're incredibly sexy."
"Why thank you, Sheriff Swan," Regina giggles. Emma's pretty sure she'll never get tired of hearing that sound.
"My pleasure, Mayor Mills," Emma winks. She moves their bodies until Regina's on her back again and nudges her legs open with her hand. She leans in for another kiss, moaning against the plump lips beneath her.
Regina's pussy is soaking wet. Emma slips her fingers to Regina's entrance and circles it a few times with her middle finger. Their lips part, their eyes lock. Emma slips her finger inside and Regina gasps.
Emma's working hard to focus on the movement of her middle finger, the lust in Regina's eyes taking her breath away. Regina's working just as hard to keep her eyes open, utterly entranced by the look of pure want in Emma's eyes.
Emma's finger is lazily thrusting inside Regina, getting a feel for what she needs. Regina's body quivers as Emma slips a second finger inside. Regina is clearly still extremely turned on after her orgasm, because her warm walls tighten around her fingers almost instantly. Emma's thrusts are shallow and steady, sliding her fingers back at regular interval to tease along the ridge of her entrance before sliding back inside. "Emma," Regina whines, her toes curling as the gentle wave of her orgasm laps through her. This orgasm is smaller than the last, not as intense, but it's exactly the kind of attention she needed down there.
Regina cups Emma's cheek and brings her in for a kiss. "Thank you," she whispers sincerely.
Emma sighs happily. "I feel like I could do this for days." Her stomach growls and they both burst out laughing at the familiar sound. "I guess we should eat something."
"Mhm. Isn't that a permanent state of mind for you?"
"Which of the two?" Emma asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Regina shoots her a look and Emma smiles back sheepishly, knowing without having to hear the words: both.
Emma moves to get up, but Regina stops her. "Where exactly do you think you're going, Miss Swan?" Regina asks sternly, but her expressive eyes betray her mirth.
"Back to Miss Swan, are we, Madam Mayor?" Emma teases. "I was going to get us food."
"As if I can trust you not to just go and get a bear claw."
Emma huffs. "In my defence, I wouldn't go to Granny's looking like I've just had the best sex of my life, and the urgency of your text didn't exactly give me the time to make a stop before making my way over here."
"The best sex of your life, huh?" Regina's face is so smug it really should annoy Emma, but she knows she's in too deep to truly care. Regina takes mercy on her and with a flick of her wrist conjures a plate holding two light sandwiches as well as two bottles of water.
They share the meal, enjoying light conversation. Regina settles back down on the bed, scooting up until her head hits the pillow as Emma gets up to make her way to the bathroom.
When Emma comes back, Regina is splayed out on the bed, her head propped on her arm and her legs spread slightly. She's treating Emma to her best come-hither look and boy, does it work.
"Fuck, I wish I had my strap-on," Emma groans, taking in the splendid sight before her.
A hungry glint flashes through Regina's brown eyes, which are trained on Emma's green orbs. She traces her lips with her tongue, then bites a plump lower lip, drops her voice and asks: "How would you like to fuck me with a phallus and feel it, Emma?"
"God, yes," Emma moans, unintentionally repeating Regina's earlier words, too turned on to make fun of Regina's use of the word phallus. With the casual wave of a hand in the direction of her groin, a dick appears between Emma's legs.
Emma's not very interested in exactly how big it is, because she knows Regina well enough to know that her lover will have conjured a cock that is exactly the right size to fill her needs. And something about that is just so incredibly sexy to Emma.
"My, Emma, is that all for me?" Regina purrs, lowering her voice and fanning herself. The movements makes her breasts sway lightly and the combination with the outspoken desire in those brown eyes is enough to make Emma's new appendage positively throb.
Regina is unashamedly rubbing her clit lightly as Emma approaches, her fist closed around her dick. It surprises her how good the weight of it feels in her hands, how connected it feels to her body. As if it's truly a part of her, and not a little extra that Regina willed into existence just now. She's only gently stroking the veined flesh, but it sends light jolts throughout her entire body.
Emma crawls onto the bed until she's straddling Regina, breathing heavily now. "All for you, Regina," she affirms her lover's earlier question.
Regina bites her lip and it turns Emma on even more - which instantly shows between her legs. Regina chuckles. "I like seeing the effect I have on you so instantly," she says as she casually replaces Emma's hand around her cock with her own.
One hand closed around the now rock hard shaft, she strokes it from its head to the base and back, then flicks her thumb over the tip. Emma whimpers and her hips seem to have a mind of their own as she thrusts into Regina's hand. The sounds leaving her throat are not sounds she's ever made in her life as Regina uses her other hand to massage one of Emma's balls.
"Oh, we'll have so much fun with this together," Regina says. Again, the sound of that low, sultry voice has a direct effect on Emma's dick. "I can't wait for you to fuck every part of my body with this. To feel it between my breasts, in my mouth, in my pussy, and who knows where else..."
The suggestions flash through Emma's mind as images - the anticipation combined with the steady strokes of Regina's hand, that light squeeze, the fondling of her balls - it's enough to make precum leak from the tip.
Regina licks her lips, spreads her legs and lets go in preparation of what's next. Her eyes fixed on Emma's dick, and Emma takes advantage of Regina's distraction to whip out a spell of her own. Regina yelps in surprise when two short pieces of rope twirl around her wrists and tie her to the bed. It's not tight enough to hurt, but the movement of her hands is severely limited and it lifts her breasts.
Emma smirks, taking advantage of the lesson she learned earlier and leaning down to softly kiss around Regina's nipples. Emma is careful to give enough attention to Regina's breasts to turn her on but not so much that it'll make her orgasm again. Her hand wrapped around her dick, she guides it between Regina's legs and rests it on top of her pussy.
Regina moans as Emma pushes the hard appendage between the slick folds, dragging it through her wetness, teasing Regina's clit with the tip. Emma moves her lips to Regina's neck now, not wanting Regina to orgasm just yet - which she just might from the combination of having her nipples sucked and the head of Emma's rubbing her hard clit.
Emma moans as she feels the warm evidence of Regina's arousal coating her dick, telling her she is reaching her goal of preparing her lover for what's to come. Emma guides her dick south until she can settle the tip against Regina's entrance.
Regina desperately wants to touch Emma, her eyes darting between Emma's heaving breasts, those hard nipples begging for her mouth - then to Emma's defined biceps, toned abs, and she has to crane her neck and strain to see that delicious dick. But she's restrained, and instead her hips jerk up, desperate for Emma to enter her.
Emma wants this just as much, and suddenly the mood to tease leaves her. Slowly, she sinks her hard cock into Regina's pussy. She's concentrating on getting used to the incredible sensation, not wanting to reach her orgasm right away, as well as allowing Regina to adjust to her size. Because she might have conjured a dick to fit her needs, Regina's always liked a challenge, so Emma suspected Regina would go for a size she'd need to work up to.
Emma's dick now securely trapped inside Regina's pussy, she moves her hands to her hips, holding her still as she works her dick deeper. It feels so incredibly good - Regina is warm around her, and so soft. She can feel her walls hug her hard cock, reacting to her progress as she sinks it inside, balls deep.
Emma lets out a longing sigh and Regina moans at the feeling of being completely filled by Emma. It's so perfect - if only she could hold her lover. But Regina has to admit, there is definitely something to being restrained. To get to feel but not touch. To be so utterly subjected to Emma's will.
Emma sucks in a deep breath as her eyes ravish Regina's body - breasts lifted, heaving, that beautiful stomach, and her pussy filled with her dick. It almost makes Emma giddy. Her gaze lingers on their joined cores as she pulls out and pushes back in, slightly faster this time. Slowly, she starts thrusting in and out, taking her cue from the fluttering of Regina's walls around her dick, listening to what Regina's body tells her.
She's ridiculously close to an orgasm and she wants to enjoy this a little longer, so she settles her hands next to Regina's body and rests her weight on her arms, careful not to smother Regina. She leans in for a deep kiss, covering Regina's entire body with her own, her dick completely sheathed inside. Regina moans into the kiss as her nipples brush Emma's skin. Emma is extremely glad for keeping in shape as she momentarily rests her entire weight on one hand, using the others to open Regina's lower lips. Emma rests her pelvis against Regina's clit, then brings her hand back to settle her weight on both arms. Still buried inside her lover to the hilt, she builds up the pace with short, deep thrusts inside. Regina is crying out beneath her at the level of stimulation; hard nipples against sweaty skin, her pussy fucked deeply, her clit rubbed by Emma's mound, Emma's balls slapping against her pussy.
"Emma," she groans. "Oh fuck, Emma! Harder, please!"
"As you wish, my queen," Emma grunts out, barely able to form the words. She takes a deep breath, pulls out to the tip and then slams back inside. Regina's walls are squeezing her dick now, and it feels so damn good. Emma follows Regina's cue - the harder she pounds, the more Regina seems to like it. She'd always imagined Regina likes it rough, but this is something else.
Emma knows she won't be able to hold her orgasm off much longer, she can feel a tightening in her balls - and then Regina's pussy seems to trap Emma's dick inside, unwillingly to let go. Regina's hips are jerking, almost as if doubling in effort now that her hands can't do anything, and the feeling of her body trashing underneath her, those slick warm walls hugging her hard dick tightly, Regina's unintelligible curses - it's enough for the wave of Emma's orgasm to hit her and she lets go with a scream. She feels the seed leave her dick in spurts, over and over again, painting Regina's walls and filling her pussy. It only seems to intensify Regina's orgasm. Regina wraps her legs around Emma's hips in an attempt to bring them closer together and her entire body is trembling as she rides the wave of her orgasm so loudly that surely the neighbours can hear her.
It takes them both some time to come down from the orgasm. At some point, Emma takes pity and as soon as she regains a modicum of strength, she lifts the spell tying Regina to the bed. Regina instantly wraps her arms around Emma and they're both sobbing with the intensity of their orgasms.
They can't find the words, so they hug each other instead. They share a lazy kiss every now and then, only interrupted by deep stares.
"Damn," Emma finally mutters.
Regina laughs. "Damn, indeed. How did it feel?"
Emma blinks, slipping out of Regina and lying down on her back. "Amazing," she chuckles. With a flick of Regina's wrist, the cock vanishes. Emma stretches and looks at her lover. "I definitely want to do that again sometime. God, there's so much I want to do with that. I've used strap-ons before, but it's so amazing to actually feel what it's like to be inside of you."
Regina cups Emma's face and gives her a deep kiss. "I'm glad, dear. It felt very, very good for me to. Definitely the best cock I've ever had."
Emma blushes with pride. "Well, you did make it yourself," she says humbly.
Regina quirks an eyebrow. "You sure know how to use it, Emma. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
Emma shakes her head. "Nope. I didn't even know I had magic before, remember? Really, though, you have to teach me that spell."
"Why, are you planning to use it on someone else?" Regina asks playfully, but Emma detects a hint of seriousness in there.
"What, you don't want me to? Jealous?" Emma teases, but she can see the effect of her words. A hint of insecurity and hurt she thought Regina Mills incapable of feeling. She studies her eyes, gives her a deep kiss, and then says softly, from the bottom of her heart: "Don't worry. I don't want to use it with anyone else." She gathers her courage, then takes the plunge. "I don't want any of this with anyone else anymore. Just you, Regina. I just want you."
Regina smiles, and takes Emma completely by surprise with her next words: "I just want you, too, Emma. I... I love you."
Emma did not see that coming. Of course she knows it's true, and she feels it too, but at the pace they've been going, she figured that this admission was far in their future. She smiles brightly. "I love you too, Regina."
Regina blushes with happiness, then gives Emma a wink. "Now there's just one thing I absolutely need to do because I've been dying to." Her eyes flick to the apex of Emma's legs and she licks her lips hungrily.
Emma groans. "Damn, R'gina. I don't think I can take any more right now."
Regina pouts, but she can see the exhaustion on Emma's face. "Rain check?" she asks hopefully.
Emma grins happily. "Definitely."
They settle for cuddling instead, losing themselves in loving kisses every so often. In this moment, their world is nothing short of perfect. In this moment, together, they are free.