A/N: A little late, but here is the next update of this third part to this trilogy that you all have made incredibly fun for me to write- with a shocking cliffhanger, that only 50 Shades fans will know what to expect in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I put all my effort into this chapter (as all my others). Happy reading my lovely readers! :) And as always, thank you for the grand support.
This chapter is Rated M.
Oh, thank you, God! Thank you! "Oh daddy!" Regina sobs, hugging her father even tighter.
"Don't cry, Regina." His voice is hoarse. "What's happened?"
Regina cradles the man's hand in both of hers, taking a seat beside him again. "You were in an accident. Mother's fine," she rushed in, seeing the worry in his face. "Daniel and Mr. Colter are fine as well, just a few bumps. You're in the hospital."
Henry frowns, obviously trying his best to recall the accident, but fails.
"Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" Regina asks.
He nods, bewildered. Regina stands and leans carefully over him to reach the call button, pressing it immediately. She smiles sweetly at her father, kissing him on the cheek, a smudge of lipstick decorating it.
"I love you, daddy. Welcome back."
Henry smiles, and Regina has never felt so happy. "I love you, too, my darling."
"My father's awake!" Regina beams once the nurse enters.
"I'll page the doctor." The nurse moves quickly around the man's bed, checking on his vitals.
"He's thirsty." Says Regina.
"I'll bring him some water." The nurse exits the room, and Regina remains with her father for a while longer.
Emma is in deep concentration with her laptop on her lap in the waiting room, Cora sitting by her side, fascinated by all that Emma is working on. Even if she doesn't understand one bit of it. Their eyes look up at Regina who enters the waiting room.
"He's awake," she announces.
"Oh, thank God!" Cora sobs, rushing toward her daughter to hug her, while the tension around Emma's eyes vanishes as she sets her laptop aside and walks toward her wife.
"Can I go see him?" Cora asks.
"Of course, go. He'll be so happy to see you, he was so worried about you." Regina smiles, watching her mother leave the room. And as soon as she does, she lounges at Emma, hugging her tightly.
"How is he?" Emma asks, wrapping her own arms around her wife.
"Talking, thirsty, and bewildered. He doesn't remember the accident at all."
"That's understandable. Now that he's awake, I want to get him moved to the hospital where my mother works. Then we can go home, and my mom can keep an eye on him."
"Oh, Emma," Regina caresses her face. "That's sweet, but knowing him he will want to go home."
"Well, I'll talk to Dr. Whale. Get his opinion on what's best."
"You miss being home, don't you?" Regina asks.
"As much as I love being everywhere with you- yes. I do."
Regina smiles. "Okay."
"That was delicious." Regina pushes her plate away, satisfied after a good meal. She finds herself bathed and wearing one of Emma's old t-shirts. Emma's phone is on repeat and Dido is singing White Flag.
Emma's eyes are her speculatively. She's wearing her black tank top and her red undies. Her hair is still a little damp from their shower. "That's the most I've seen you eat the entire time we've been here," she says.
"I was hungry."
The blonde leans back in her chair with a self-satisfied smirk and takes a sip of her white wine. "What would you like to do now?" Her voice is soft.
"What do you want to do?"
She raises an eyebrow, amused. "What I always want to do."
"And that is?"
"Mrs. Swan, don't be coy."
Regina reaches for her wife's hand, skimming her index finger over her palm. "I want you to touch me with this." She runs her finger up to the tip of Emma's own index finger.
"Just that?" Emma's eyes darken and heat at once.
"Maybe this?" Regina runs a finger up her middle finger and back to her palm. "And this." Her nail traces her wife's ring finger. "Definitely this." Her finger stops once it reaches her wedding band. "This is very sexy."
"Is it, now?"
"It sure is. It says you're mine and only mine."
Emma could see her wife's eyes burning. She cups her chin, tilting her head upward. "Mrs. Swan, are you trying to seduce me?"
"I hope so."
"Regina, I'm a given." Her voice is low. "Come here." She tugs her wife's hand, pulling her onto her lap. "I like having unfettered access to you." She runs a hand up Regina's thigh to her behind. With her other hand, she grasps the nape of her neck and kisses her, holding her firmly in place.
Regina can feel Emma's tongue enter her mouth and she tastes like white wine and apple pie. She runs her fingers through her hair, holding her to her while their tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, her blood heating in her veins. Both women find themselves breathless once Emma pulls away.
"Let's go to bed," Emma murmurs against her wife's lips.
"Bed?"
She pulls back further and tugs Regina's hair so she is looking up at her. "Where would you prefer, Mrs. Swan?"
Regina smirks. "Surprise me."
"You're feisty this evening." Emma runs her nose along Regina's.
"Maybe I need to be restrained." Regina shrugs.
"Maybe you do. You're getting mighty bossy in your old age." She narrows her eyes, but can't disguise her humor.
Regina chuckles. "What are you going to do about it?" She challenges.
Emma's eyes sparkle. "I know what I'd like to do about it. Depends if you're up to it."
"Oh, Mrs. Swan, you've been very gentle with me these last couple of days. I'm not made of glass, you know."
"You don't like gentle?"
"With you, of course. But you know… variety is the spice of life." She bats her lashes at the blonde.
"You're after something less gentle?"
"Something life-affirming."
Emma raises a brow in surprise. "Life-affirming," she repeated, with astonished humor in her voice.
Regina nods.
Emma gazes for a moment. "Don't bite your lip," she whispers, then rises suddenly with the brunette still in her arms. She hears Regina gasp in surprise, feeling her hands grab onto her biceps. Emma walks over to the smallest of the three couches and places her wife right on it. "Wait here. Don't move." He gives her wife a brief, hot, intense look and turns on her heels, stalking toward the bedroom.
Regina waited, taking in the fine sight of her wife before her until she disappeared.
Emma's back a few moments later, taking the brunette by surprise as she leans over her from behind. "I think we'll dispense with this." She grabs her t-shirt and drags it over Regina's head, leaving her naked except for her panties. She leans down to place a kiss against her plump lips. "Stand up," she orders against her wife's lips.
Regina is quick to stand, and watches as Emma lays a towel on the sofa. As much as she's used to her wife's kinky-fuckery ways by now, Emma never fails to surprise her.
"Sit." The blonde grabs her wife, pulling her to her, her hand tugging at her hair so she looks up at her. "You'll tell me to stop if this gets too much, yes?"
Regina nods."Yes, ma'am."
She smirks. "Good. So, Mrs. Swan… by popular demand, I'm going to restrain you." Her voice drops to a breathless whisper.
Desire streaks through the brunette's body like lightning simply at those words.
"Bring your knees up," Emma commands softly. "And sit right back."
Regina rests her feet on the edge of the sofa, her knees up in front. She watches as Emma reaches for her left leg, and taking the belt from one of the bathroom robes, she ties one end above her knee.
"Bathrobes?"
"I'm improvising." Emma smirks again and fastens the slipknot above her wife's knee and ties the other end of the soft belt around the finial at the back corner of the sofa, effectively parting her legs. "Don't move," she warns and repeats the process with her right leg, tying the second cord to the other finial.
There's Regina, sitting up, splayed out on the sofa, legs spread wide.
"Is this okay?" Emma asks softly, gazing down at her from behind the sofa.
Regina nods, expecting her wife to tie her hands, too. But she doesn't. Instead, she bends to place a kiss right on her lips.
"You have no idea how hot you look right now," she murmurs and rubs her nose against Regina's. "Change of music, I think." She stands and strolls casually over to her phone
Not Afraid Anymore by Helsey fills the room. Regina watches as Emma saunters back toward her, the movement in her body matching the same rhythm of the song. She moves to the front of the couch, kneeling before Regina, causing the brunette's body to feel so exposed.
"Hold out your hands," she murmurs.
Regina can't look away from Emma's mesmerizing eyes as she does what she's told. Emma pours a little oily liquid onto each of her palms from a small clear bottle. It's scented- a rich, musky, sensuous scent that she can't quite place.
"Rub your hands. But keep still." Emma instructs her.
Once again, without breaking eye contact with her wife, Regina does as she's told, eager to know what Emma will ask of her next.
"Now, Regina, I want you to touch yourself."
Oh my.
"Start at your throat and work down."
Regina hesitates.
"Don't be shy, Gina. Come. Do it." The humor and challenge in her expression is plain to see, along with her desire.
Regina places her hands against her own throat and allows them to slide down to the top of her breasts. The oil makes them glide effortlessly over her skin. Her hands feel warm.
"Lower," Emma murmurs, her eyes darkening. Her sex feeling more and more aroused by the second.
The brunette's hands cup her own breasts.
"Tease yourself."
This is hot. Regina tugs gently on her nipples.
"Harder," Emma urges. She sits immobile between her wife's thighs, just watching her. "Like I would," she adds, her eyes shining darkly. It makes Regina's muscles deep in her belly clench.
Regina groans in response and pulls harder on her nipples, feeling them stiffen and lengthen beneath her touch.
"Yes. Just like that, baby. Again."
Closing her eyes, Regina pulls hard, rolling and twisting them between her fingers. She moans.
"Open your eyes."
She blinks up at Emma.
"Again. I want to see you. See you enjoy your touch."
This was so… erotic. Regina repeats the process.
"Hands. Lower."
This time, the brunette can't help to squirm.
"Keep still, Gina. Absorb the pleasure. Lower." Emma's voice is low and husky, tempting and beguiling at once.
"You do it," the brunette whispers, wanting desperately to be touched by Emma.
"Oh, I will- soon. You. Lower. Now."
Regina's body writhes, her legs pulling on its restraints, feeling them tighten.
"Still." Emma's hands rest on her wife's knees, holding her in place. "Come on, Gina- lower."
Her hands glide down over her belly.
"Lower," the blonde mouths.
Regina doesn't understand how her wife can possibly be this calm with her touching herself in front of her?
"Emma, please."
Emma's hands glide down from her wife's knees, skimming her thighs, moving toward her sex. "Come on, Gina. Touch yourself."
Regina's left hand skims over her sex, and she rubs herself in a slow circular motion, her mouth formed in a perfect O as she pants.
"Again," Emma whispers.
Groaning louder, Regina repeats the move and tips her head back, gasping.
"Again."
She moans loudly, and Emma inhales sharply. Grabbing the brunette's hands, she bends down, running her nose and then her tongue back and forth at the apex of her thighs.
"Ah!" Regina wishes she could touch her, but when she tries to move her hands, she feels Emma's fingers tighten around her wrists.
"I'll restrain these, too. Keep still." Emma warns.
Regina can't help but groan. She feels Emma release her wrists, suddenly feeling two of her wife's fingers being eased inside of her, the heel of her hand resting against her clitoris.
"I'm going to make you come quickly, Gina. Ready?"
"Yes," she pants.
Emma starts to move her fingers, her hand, up and down, rapidly, assaulting both that sweet spot inside of her and her clitoris at the same time. Holy shit! The feeling is intense- really intense. Pleasure builds and spikes throughout the lower half of her body. She wants to move more, stretch her legs, but she can't. Her nails claw at the towel beneath her.
"Surrender," Emma whispers.
Regina can't help but explode around her wife's fingers on her command, crying out incoherently. She feels as Emma presses the heel of her hand against her clitoris as the aftershocks run through her body. Vaguely, she's aware that Emma is untying her legs.
Emma quickly removes her underwear, straps on her harness and flips her wife over so she is face down on the sofa with her knees on the floor. "My turn," she murmurs. She spreads Regina's legs and slaps her hard across her behind.
"Ah!" Regina yelps, feeling Emma slam into her.
"Oh, Gina," she hisses through clenched teeth as she starts to move. Her fingers grip hard around her hips as she grinds into her over and over. And Regina can feel herself becoming undone once again.
Henry is bad tempered and it's a joy for Regina to see him up and talking as she visits him in the hospital the following day.
"I appreciate all this attention you and Emma have been accommodating me with, darling, but I want to go home. I know you're mother feels the same way."
"You have just been in a major car accident. It will take time to heal. Emma and I want to move you to the hospital where her mother works."
Henry chuckles. "I don't know why you're bothering with me. I'll be fine here on my own. I have your mother to keep me company."
"Don't be ridiculous." She quizzes his hand fondly, and he smiles at his daughter fondly. "Do you need anything?"
"I could eat a doughnut."
Regina grins indulgently at him. "I'll get you one or two. I know just the place."
"Great!" Henry beams. "With that, I may just stay a little longer."
"Would you like some decent coffee, too?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Okay," Regina places a kiss on her father's cheek and walks out the room. Her smile gone once she notices Emma pacing back and forth in the hallway, just outside the room. "Emma, what is it?"
Emma sighs. "I received an email from Detective Walker. He wants to talk to you about that fucker Locksley."
"Really?" She gazes up at Emma.
"Yes. I told him to meet us at the hotel, so he won't come here and have your parents asking questions."
"That sounds fair." Regina's brow furrows. "I wonder why he wants to talk?"
"We'll find out when he arrives. I'm intrigued, too."
"Well, in the meantime, I will ask Jones to accompany me to get some doughnuts for my father. You'll wait here?"
"No, I'm coming with you." Says Emma.
"Okay," Regina smiles.
By four o'clock precisely there's a knock on the suite door. Gold ushers in Detective Walker, who looks bad-tempered.
"Mrs. Swan, Mrs. Swan, thank you for seeing me."
"Detective Walker." Emma shakes his hand and directs him to a seat. Regina sits down on the sofa where she and Emma enjoyed themselves so much last night. Emma looks over at Gold, who stands by the door, giving him a nod, he turns and walks out.
"I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances." He undoes the button of his jacket to sit more comfortably. "How is your father, ma'am? Your wife told me what happened."
"He's doing much better. Thank you." Regina smiled. "So, is this another interview?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'd like my wife to stay, if that's alright with you." Regina reaches for Emma's hand.
"That's fine," Walker murmurs. He clears his throat. "Mrs. Swan, Mr. Locksley maintains that you sexually harassed him and made several lewd advances toward him."
What the fuck? Regina's hand tightens around Emma's thigh as she feels her body shift to move forward.
"That's preposterous," Emma spat. She feels Regina squeeze at her leg again.
"That's not true," Regina states calmly. "In fact, it was the other way around. He propositioned me in a very aggressive manner, and he was fired."
Detective Walker's mouth flattens briefly into a thin line before he continues. "Locksley alleges that you fabricated a tale about sexual harassment in order to get him fired. He says that you did this because he refused your advances and because you wanted his job."
Regina can't believe what she's hearing. She almost wants to laugh, but holds back. Robin was even more delusional than she thought him to be. "That's not true." She shakes her head.
"Detective, please don't tell me you have driven all this way to harass my wife with these ridiculous accusations."
The Detective turns his glare on Emma. "I need to hear this from your wife, ma'am," he says with quiet restraint.
Regina squeezes Emma's leg once more, silently imploring her to keep her cool.
Emma scoffs. "You don't have to listen to this shit, Gina."
"Emma, I think I should let Detective Walker know what happened."
Emma gazes at her wife impassively for a beat, then waves his hand in a gesture of resignation.
"What Locksley says is simply not true." Her voice sounds calm, although she feels anything but. She's bewildered by these accusations and nervous that Emma might explode at any minute. What is Robin trying to prove? "Mr. Locksley accosted me in his office- my office, now- one evening. He told me that it was thanks to him that I had been hired and that he expected sexual favors in return. He tried to blackmail me, using emails that I'd sent to Emma, who wasn't my wife then. I didn't know Locksley had been monitoring my emails. He's delusional- he didn't know that Emma had already bought the company." Regina shakes her head as she recalls the events and her tense encounter with Robin. "In the end, I took him down."
Walker's eyebrows rise in surprise. "Took him down?"
Regina's cheeks go slightly pink. "My father was ex-military. Locksley… um, he touched me, and I know how to defend myself."
Emma glances at her wife with a brief look of pride.
"I see." Walker leans back on the sofa, sighing heavily.
"Have you spoken to any of Locksley's former personal assistants?" Emma asks.
"Yes, we have. But the truth is we can't get any of his assistants to talk to us. They all say he was an exemplary boss, even though none of them lasted more than three months."
"We've had that problem, too," Emma murmurs.
Both Regina and Detective Walker gape Emma's way.
"My security of chief. He's interviewed Locksley's past five PA's." Emma explains.
"And why's that?" Asks Walker.
Emma gives him a steely glare. "Because my wife worked for him, and I run security checks to anyone my wife works with."
Detective Walker flushes. Regina shrugs apologetically at him with a welcome-to-my-world smile.
"I see," Walker murmurs. "I think there's more to this than meets the eye, Mrs. Swan. We are conducting a more thorough search of his apartment tomorrow, so maybe something will present itself then. Though by all accounts he hasn't lived there for some time."
"You've searched already?"
"Yes. We're doing it again. A fingertip search this time."
"You've still not charged him with the attempted murder of Ingrid Fisher and myself?" Emma says softly.
"We're hoping to find more evidence in regard to the sabotage of your aircraft, Mrs. Swan. We need more than a partial print, and while he's in custody, we can build a case."
"Is this all you came down here for?"
Walker bristles. "Yes, Mrs. Swan, it is, unless you've had any further thoughts about the note?"
Note? What note? Regina turns to face Emma.
"No. I told you. It means nothing to me." Emma cannot hide her irritation. "And I don't see why we couldn't have done this over the phone."
"I think I told you I prefer a hands-on approach. And I'm visiting someone else who lives in this part of the city- two birds… one stone." Walker remains stony faced and unfazed by Emma's bad temper.
"Well, if we're all done, I have work to attend to." Emma stands and Detective Walker follows her cue.
"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Swan," he says politely.
Regina nods.
"Ma'am." Walker nods at Emma, who opens the door for him and he walks out.
"Can you believe that asshole?" Emma explodes.
"He's just doing his job, Emma."
"No. That fucker, Locksley."
Oh. "No, I can't."
"What's his fucking game?" Emma whispers through gritted teeth.
"I don't know. Do you think Walker believes me? I mean it is Robin's word against mine."
"Of course he did. He knows Locksley is a fucked-up asshole."
"You're very sweary right now."
"Sweary?" Emma smirks. "Is that even a word?"
"It is now."
Emma pulls Regina into her embrace, placing a kiss to her hair. "Don't think about that fucker. Let's go see your dad and discuss his transfer tomorrow back to Florida."
Regina groans. "I tried convincing him to stay here for a couple of more days, but he's very stubborn."
"Whatever makes him comfortable." Emma smiles.
"Daddy, I really wish you would consider staying." Regina grabbed onto her father's arm as he was helped by Cora and the nurse from out of bed.
"Oh, dear, don't bother with him. He wants to be home." Said Cora, helping her husband sit in a wheelchair. "Besides, as hospitable as you and Emma have been allowing me to stay in your apartment, we need our own bed."
"And Emma is allowing us to use her helicopter to fly back. Thank her for us, will you, sweetheart?" Henry smiles.
Regina chuckles, placing her hands on the man's shoulders. "You can thank her yourself, she'll be along this evening."
"You aren't working today, sweetheart?" Cora asked.
"Yes. I am, but I just wanted to make sure you two were transported safely."
"We'll be fine, darling- really. You two have done enough." Says Cora. "Tell Emma, I do expect you two to come visit us."
"I will." Regina smiled. "Please, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She bent down to kiss her father's cheek, then raised to kiss her mother's.
"Of course, darling." Cora kept her arms wrapped around the brunette's form. "I love you, dear. We'll call as soon as we land."
"You better." Regina kissed her father once again. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you, too, Gina. Take good care of yourself and thank you for everything." He smiled.
As Regina is heading outside toward the SUV with Jones, she hears her name being called by a familiar voice.
"Mrs. Swan! Mrs. Swan!"
Turning, she spots Dr. Belfrey hurrying toward her, looking her usual immaculate self, if a little flustered.
"Mrs. Swan, how are you? Did you get my message? I called earlier."
"No." Regina's brow furrows.
"Well, I was wondering why you'd canceled four appointments."
Four appointments? Her head tilts. "I'm sorry, I've just… I've had a hectic couple of days. Is something wrong?"
Dr. Belfrey's lips press into a hard line. "Perhaps we should talk about this in my office. Do you have a minute? It's very important that I talk to you."
"Of course," Regina nods. She follows her back into her office after informing Jones, and saying goodbye to her parents. Jones informed her he would be back to collect her.
Dr. Belfrey's office is spacious, minimalistic, and well appointed.
"I'm so glad you caught me before I left. My father's been an accident and he's flying back to Florida."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How's he doing?" Asks the doctor.
"He's fine. He's getting better."
"That's wonderful news." She smiles. "Please, have a seat. I won't take much of your time." She sits behind her desk. She moves her mouse, which brings her computer to life. "Um… Mrs. Swan."
What? Dear God, what? Regina swallows the lump in her throat.
"If you recall the procedure that was done on you a while back, the results turned out negative. After the tests done, it was determined that you couldn't ever conceive."
"That's right." Regina waits, noticing an apologetic look in the good doctor's eyes.
"Mrs. Swan, it seems there was a little mix up with the results of that test."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning… I'd like to run another test, if I could."
"A test?" Regina whispered, all the blood rushing from her head.
"A pregnancy test."
What?
Dr. Belfrey reaches into the drawer of her desk. "You know what to do with this." She hands Regina a small container. "The restroom is just outside my office."
Regina gets up as if in a trance, her whole body operating as if on automatic pilot, and stumbles to the restroom.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. No, God- no. Please, no. Not now. A mistake? How could this happen? How could they make a mistake and now it may turn out that she could be pregnant? God, please, no. She couldn't understand how to feel. She hated herself for not wanting to be pregnant now, when before she wanted this. But, after thinking one thing, she got used to the idea of not having a baby. And Emma has been happy. Oh, no… Emma.
When she reenters Dr. Belfrey's office, she gives the brunette a tight smile and waves for her to sit in front of her desk. She sits and wordlessly hands the doctor her urine sample. Regina watches as she dips a small white stick into it and watches. She raises her eyebrows as it turns pale blue.
"What does blue mean?" Regina voices, the tension breaking her.
Dr. Belfrey looks up at her, her eyes serious. "Well, Mrs. Swan, it means you're pregnant."
Regina's eyes grow wide, her lips part. What? No. No. No. Fuck. Emma is going to be pissed.