A/N: This is it. The last chapter and closing finale to this series of stories. :) Thank you all so much for being so wonderfully supportive on this long journey. Stay tuned for more old and new stories to come. Love you all.
Regina wakes to see that it is seven-fifty two in the morning. She slowly sits up in their bed, noticing that Emma is no longer by her side. She hisses as her ribs remind her that they still hurt, only not as much as yesterday. In fact, she's sure she could go back to work now.
It's Monday morning and she spent all day yesterday in bed. Emma only allowed her to get up from bed yesterday for a short while to eat at the breakfast bar. Ever the control freak she was. My control freak. She smiles fondly. Ever since she's been home, Emma has been nothing but attentive, loving and chatty… and hands-off since was discharged from the hospital. She scowls at that. She was going to have to do something about that. Her head no longer hurts, her ribs hurt way less and can tolerate more movement in her body- although laughing is still pretty questionable and should be proceeded with caution- but she was beginning to become frustrated. In fact, she was sure this was the longest she's gone without sex since meeting Emma.
She is sure they are both quite capable and ready. Emma's bedtime story has seemed to make her feel more at ease with herself and the idea of them becoming parents. All of her ghosts have seemed to be laid to rest. Finally. For both her and Emma.
Once she showers and dries her hair, she browses through her choice of clothes. She wants something sexy. Something that might push Emma into action. Who would have thought such an insatiable woman could actually exercise so much self-control? Regina would have never guessed that about Emma. She wouldn't even want to know how Emma easily learned such discipline over her body. Ever since Emma's confessions on Mal, the woman hasn't come up in any conversation. And Regina was thankful for that. To her, Mal was dead and buried.
Regina decided on an almost indecently short black skirt and a white sleeveless silk blouse with a frill. She slides on thigh-highs with lacy tops and her black Louboutin pumps. A little mascara and red lipstick to finish, followed by a few brush strokes to her hair. She looks at herself over in the mirror. Yes. This look should do it.
Emma is enjoying her breakfast at the breakfast bar. Her forkful of omelette stops in midair when she sees her wife entering the main room. She frowns. "Good morning, Mrs. Swan. Going somewhere?"
"Work." Regina smiles sweetly.
"I don't think so." Emma snorts with amused derision. "Dr. Bartley said a week off."
"Emma, I am not spending the day lounging in bed on my own. So I may as well go to work." Her eyes turn to Mrs. Lucas. "Good morning, Eugenia."
"Mrs. Swan." Mrs. Lucas tries to hide a smile. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"Please." Reigna nods. "Scrambled eggs with whole wheat toast."
"Very good, Mrs. Swan," Mrs Lucas says.
"Gina, you are not going to work."
"But-"
"No. It's simple. Don't argue." Emma is adamant.
Regina glares her way, and only then does she notice that she's in the same pajama bottoms and black tank top she was wearing last night. "Are you going to work?" She asks.
"No."
Regina blinks. What? Emma Swan missing a day of work? Is the world coming to an end? "It is Monday, isn't it?"
Emma smiles. "Last time I looked."
Brown eyes narrow. "Are you playing hooky?"
"I'm not leaving you here on your own to get into trouble. And Dr. Bartley said it would be a week before you could go back to work. Remember?"
Regina takes the empty bar stool beside Emma, and hoists her skirt up a little. Mrs. Lucas places a cup of tea in front of her.
"You look good," Emma says. Her eyes watch her wife's legs cross, one over the other. "Very good. Especially here." She traces a finger over the bare flesh that shows above Regina's thigh-highs. It makes the brunette's pulse quicken as she feels her wife's touch run across her skin. "This skirt is very short," she murmurs, vague disapproval in her voice as her eyes follow her own finger.
"Is it? I hadn't noticed." Regina takes a gentle sip of her tea.
Emma gazes at her wife, her mouth twisting into an amused yet exasperated smirk. "Really, Mrs. Swan?"
Regina can't help her blushing cheeks.
"I'm not sure this look is suitable for the workplace," she murmurs.
"Well, since I'm not going to work, that's a moot point."
"Moot?" Emma's brow raised.
Regina nods. "Moot."
Emma smirks again and resumes eating her omelet. "I have a better idea."
"You do?" Now it was Regina's brow that raised.
Emma glances at Regina through her long lashes, her eyes a darker shade of green. There was that lustful look that Regina missed, that made her entire body tighten in all sorts of places.
Oh my, about time.
Of course, Emma knew what Regina wanted. Waiting was hard for her, too. But she wasn't giving in that easily. Not yet.
"We can go see how Ruby's getting on with the house."
Seriously? What a tease! Regina smiles, because as eager and as turned on as she was, she would also love to see how their future home was coming along. "I'd love to."
"Good." Emma grins.
"Don't you have to work?"
"No. Ingrid is back from Taiwan."
"Ingrid went to Taiwan? Weren't you supposed to go with her?"
Emma snorts. "Gina, you were in the hospital."
Right.
"So today I'm spending some quality time with my wife." She takes a quick sip of coffee.
"Quality time?" Regina can't disguise the hope in her voice.
Emma smirks. "Quality time." She nods.
Mrs. Lucas places Regina's scrambled eggs in front of her, again, failing to hide her smile.
Regina is too hungry this morning to try and flirt with her wife anymore.
"It's so good to see you eat," Emma murmurs. Rising from her bar stool, she leans over and places a kiss against jet black hair. "I'm going to shower."
"Would you like some company? I could come and scrub your back." Regina chews through a bite of her wheat toast.
"No. Eat." Emma chuckles.
Confident that Mrs. Lucas has left the kitchen already, Emma peels her tank top over her head, off her body, giving Regina a full on view of her naked back and her sculpted arms. Regina stops mid-chew and glares. She knows Emma is teasing her on purpose. Why?
Again, Emma seems very relaxed on their drive up North. Ever since Regina's incident and pregnancy news, her mother and father have both decided and settled into a new home in New York. To be closer to their daughter and daughter-in-law, and their soon to be grandchild. Regina couldn't be happier, especially because now she would get to see more of her parents, which now they were driving away from having to visit them. Especially after hearing how excited Emma was talking about their baby to her parents. Which meant that she was being so accepting of little unborn Henry. Regina hoped that Emma would continue to be this way. Of course, she hasn't suggested that they rush out to buy a crib just yet, but one step at a time.
Regina gazes over at her beautiful wife, drinking in her very sight. She looks so casual, so relaxed… sexy with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her sunglasses, favorite red leather jacket, white shirt, and tight jeans.
Emma glances Regina's way and clasps her leg above the knee, her fingers stroking gently. "I'm glad you didn't change."
Regina did decide to wear her black denim jacket on top of her blouse, and changed her heels to a pair of comfortable sandals. But she kept her skirt. She watches as Emma's hand lingers above her knee. She places her hand on top of her wife's. "Are you going to continue to tease me?"
"Maybe." Emma smiles.
"Why?"
"Because I can." She grins, breathtaking as ever.
"Two can play that game," the brunette whispers.
Emma's fingers move tantalizingly up her wife's thigh. "Bring it on, Mrs. Swan." Her grin broadens.
Regina picks up Emma's hand, placing it right back on her own knee. "Well, you can keep your hands to yourself."
She smirks. "As you wish, Mrs. Swan."
Damn it. Regina knew she was doomed in this game.
Emma punches in a few numbers into the keypad, waiting until the two iron white gated doors open up to drive their way up to the house. Regina just loves arriving into the view of their new family home. It's such a tranquil and beautiful place. She spots several large trucks, signs emblazoned with SWAN CONSTRUCTION, are parked out front. The house is decked in scaffolding, and several workmen in hard hats are busy on the roof.
Emma pulls up outside the portico and switches off the engine to her yellow R8. Her own excitement radiates off of her, Regina can easily sense it.
"Let's go find Ruby."
"Is she here?"
"I hope so. I'm paying her enough."
Regina snorts, and Emma grins as both climb out of the vehicle.
"Yo, Em!" Ruby shouts from somewhere, making Emma and Regina glance around. "Up here!" She's on the roof, waving down at them and beaming from ear to ear. "About time we saw you here. Stay where you are. I'll be right down."
Regina glances over at Emma, who shrugs. A few minutes later, Ruby appears at the front door.
"Hey, Em." She shakes Emma's hand. "And how's my favorite sis in law?" She picks Regina up and spins her around, very Emma-like, but also in her own Ruby way.
Regina chuckles. "Better, thank you. And aren't I your only sister in law?" She feels a little sore from being abruptly picked up, but ignores it, just like Ruby ignores Emma's frown and glare directing her way.
"Fair point, Gina. Let's head over to the site office. You'll need one of these." She taps her hard hat.
The house is a shell. The floors are covered in a hard fibrous material and looks like burlap; some of the original walls have disappeared and new ones have taken their place. Ruby leads Emma and Regina through, explaining what's happening, while men- and a few women- work everywhere around them. Regina is relieved to see a lot of the home's antique structure still in place and shaped completely in white dust sheets.
In the main living area, the back wall has been removed to make way for Zelena's glass wall, and work is beginning on the terrace. In spite of the mess, the view is still stunning. The new work is sympathetic and in keeping with the old-world charm of the house. Regina had to admit, Zelena has done well. Ruby patiently explains the process and gives them a rough time frame for each. She's hoping that by Christmas, they can begin to move in. While Emma thinks it may take a little more time.
A bubble of excitement blooms in Regina's stomach. She can't wait to spend their first Christmas, or everyday in this new home. With little Henry running around.
Ruby finishes their tour in the kitchen. "I'll leave you two to roam. Be careful. This is a building site."
"Sure. Thanks, Ruby," Emma murmurs, taking Regina's hand into hers. "Happy?" she asks once Ruby has left them alone.
Regina is gazing at the empty shell that is the kitchen and wonders where she will hang the pepper pictures that they have bought in France. "Very. I love it. You?"
"Very much." Emma grins.
"Good. I was thinking of the pepper pictures in here."
Emma nods. "I want to put up Daniel's portraits of you in this house. You need to decide where they should go."
Regina can't help her blush. "Somewhere I won't see them often."
"Don't be like that." Emma scolds her wife, brushing her thumb across her bottom lip. "They're my favorite pictures. I love the one in my office."
"I have no idea why," she murmurs, placing a kiss to the pad of Emma's thumb.
"Hungry?" The blonde asks, her voice low.
"Hungry for what?" Regina whispers.
Emma smirks, her eyes darkening. Hope and desire unfolds in Regina's veins. "Food, Mrs. Swan." And she plants a swift kiss against the brunette's plump lips.
"Yes. These days I'm always hungry."
"The three of us can have a picnic."
"Three of us? Is someone joining us?"
Emma cocks her head to one side. "In about seven or eight months."
Regina grins a goofy grin. Nothing has made her more happier than the day she's said I do and the acceptance Emma has shown her over their baby.
"I thought you might like to eat alfresco."
"In the meadow?" Regina asks.
Emma nods.
"I'd love it." She grins.
"This will be a great place to raise a family," the blonde murmurs, gazing down at her wife.
Family! Did this mean Emma wanted more kids? Could it be? She didn't dare to ask. Not yet, anyway.
Regina freezes at the feel of Emma's hand being placed right on her belly. It's a shocking contact, that she places her own hand on top of Emma's.
"It's hard to believe," Emma whispers, and for the first time Regina can hear wonder in her wife's voice.
"I know. Oh- here, I have evidence. A picture." Regina pulls out the ultrasound of the baby from her wallet. "See?"
Emma examines it closely, staring for several seconds. Focusing where Regina's finger is pointing. "Oh… little bean. I see it." She sounds awed, filled with excitement.
Regina smiles. "That will be your baby."
"Our baby." Emma counters.
"First of many."
"Many?" Emma's eyes widen with alarm.
"At least two."
"Two?" She tests the word. "Can we just take this one child at a time?"
Regina grins. "Of course."
Both head back outside into the warm fall afternoon.
Emma opens the hood of the R8. Inside are a wicker picnic basket and the tartan blanket they bought in London. "Come," she says, taking the basket and blanket in one hand and holding the other out to Regina.
Together they walk into the meadow.
After their picnic, and relaxing moment of lying in the warm grass being lit by the bright sun. Emma grew annoyed by a call from Humbert, but then grew in anger as she called Ingrid, once discovering some unexpected news.
"Consolidate the shares into Swan Enterprises, then fire the board… except the CEO… I don't give a fuck… I hear you, just do it… thank you… keep me informed." She hangs up and gazes at Regina impassively for a moment.
Oh, no, what's happened now that's made Emma so mad?
"What's happened?" Regina asks.
"Linc," she murmurs.
"Mal's ex- Linc?"
"The same. He's the one who posted Locksley's bail."
Regina stares at her wife in shock. She watches as the blonde's lips press into a hard line. "Well- he'll look like an idiot," she murmurs, dismayed. "Robin committed another crime while out on bail."
Emma's eyes narrow and she smirks. "Fair point well made, Mrs. Swan."
"Emma…" Regina kneels before her wife, facing her. "What did you just do?"
"I fucked him over."
"Um… that seems a little impulsive," Regina murmurs.
"I'm an in-the-moment kind of woman."
"I'm aware of that." Regina chuckles.
Her eyes narrow and her lips thin. "I've had this plan in my back pocket for a while," she says dryly.
"Oh?"
Emma pauses, seeming to weigh something in her mind, then takes a deep breath. "Several years back, when I was twenty-one, Linc beat his wife to a pulp. He broke her jaw, her left arm, and four of her ribs because she was fucking me." Her eyes harden. " And now I learn he posted bail for the asshole who tried to kill me, kidnapped my cousin, and fractured my wife's skull. I've had enough. I think it's payback time."
Regina's lips part in shock. "Fair point well made, Mrs. Swan," she whispers.
"Gina, this is what I do. I'm not usually motivated by revenge, but I cannot let him get away with this. What he did to Mal… well, she should have pressed charges, but she didn't. That was her prerogative. But he's seriously crossed the line with Locksley. Linc's made this personal by going after my family. I'm going to crush him, break up his company right under his nose, and sell the pieces to the highest bidder. I am going to bankrupt him."
Jesus… Was it wrong that Regina found Emma so irresistibly attractive right now? Maybe it was her hormones. But, what the hell.
"Besides." Emma smirks. "We'll make good money out of the deal."
She stares into blazing green eyes that soften suddenly.
"I didn't mean to frighten you," Emma whispers.
"You didn't," Regina whispers. Okay, so she did become a little frightened, but she is more turned on.
Emma arches a brow, amused.
"You just took me by surprise," she swallows. Emma could be quite intimidating and scary at times. "Aren't you afraid he will then come after you? And, Emma, keep in mind, it's not just us anymore."
Emma shakes her head, a chuckle escaping her chest. "No baby. When the going gets rough- Linc is the most cowardly of men I know." Her lips brush against Regina's so softly. "I will do anything to keep you safe. Keep my family safe. Keep this little one safe," she murmurs and spreads her hand out over her wife's belly in a gentle caress.
Oh my… Regina stops breathing. Emma's eyes gaze down at her, her eyes darkening. Her lips part as she inhales and, in a deliberate move, the tips of Emma's fingers brush against her sex.
Desire detonates like an incendiary device igniting the brunette's bloodstream. Regina grasps her wife's head, her fingers weaving into her golden hair, and she tugs hard so her lips find thin ones. She feels as Emma gasps, surprised by her assault, giving her tongue free passage into her mouth. Emma groans and kisses her back, her lips and tongue hungry for her wife's. And for a moment, they consume each other, lost in tongues and lips and breaths and sweet, sweet sensation as they rediscover each other.
Regina wants this woman. It's been too long. She wants her here, now, in the open air, in their meadow.
"Gina," Emma breathes, entranced, and her hand skims over her wife's backside to the hem of her skirt. Regina scrambles to unbutton her shirt, all fingers and thumbs. "Whoa, Gina- stop." She pulls back, her jaw clenched, and grabs her hands.
"No." Regina's teeth clamp gently around Emma's lower lip and they tug. "No," she murmurs again, gazing at her wife. She releases her. "I want you."
Emma inhales sharply. She's torn, her indecision writ large in her luminous green eyes.
"Please, I need you." Every pore of her being is begging.
Emma groans in defeat as her mouth finds Regina's, molding her lips to her own thin ones. One hand cradles her head while the other skims down her body to her waist, and she eases Regina onto her back and stretches out beside her, never breaking contact with her mouth.
She pulls back, hovering over Regina and gazing down into her eyes. "You are so beautiful, Mrs. Swan."
Regina caresses her wife's lovely face. "So are you, Mrs. Swan. Inside and out."
Emma frowns, and she feels her wife's fingers trace the furrow that forms on her brow.
"Don't frown. You are to me, even when you're angry," the brunette whispers.
The blonde groans once more, and her mouth captures Regina's, pushing her into the soft grass beneath the blanket. "I've missed you," she whispers, and her teeth graze her jaw. Regina can feel her heart roar to life.
"I've missed you, too. Oh, Emma." She fists one hand in her wife's hair and clutches her shoulder with her other.
Emma's lips move to her wife's throat, leaving tender kisses in their wake, and her fingers follow, deftly undoing each button on her blouse. Tugging on her blouse apart, she kisses the soft swell of her breasts. She murmurs appreciatively, low in her throat, and the sound echoes through the brunette's body to her deep dark places.
"Your body's changing," she whispers. Her thumb teases Regina's nipple until it's erect and straining against her bra. "I like it," she adds. Emma couldn't possibly stop now. She's wanted her wife, she's needed to feel her tight walls wrapped around her fingers again. It was driving her wild.
Regina's eyes catch sight of Emma's tongue taste and trace the line between her bra and her breast, tantalizing and teasing her.
Taking her wife's bra cup delicately between her pearly white teeth, Emma pulls it down, freeing her breast and nuzzling her nipple with her nose in the process. It puckers at her touch and from the chill of the gentle fall breeze. Her lips close around her nipple, and she sucks long and hard.
"Ah!" Regina groans, inhaling sharply, then winces as pain radiates outward from her bruised ribs.
"Gina!" Emma exclaims and glares down at her wife, concern etched on her face. "This is what I'm talking about," she admonishes. "I don't want to hurt you."
"No… don't stop," she whimpers. She stares up into worried green eyes. Emma is fighting all of her urges. "Please."
Fuck it! "Here." Abruptly Emma moves, and Regina is sitting astride her, her short skirt now bunched up around her hips. Emma's hands glide over the tops of her wife's thigh-highs. "There. That's better, and I can enjoy the view." She reaches up and hooks her long index finger into Regina's other bra cup, freeing that breast, too. She grasps both rounded breasts, causing Regina to throw her head back, pushing them into Emma's welcome, expert hands. Emma teases her, tugging and rolling her nipples until Regina cries out, then sits up so they are nose to nose, her greedy green eyes on her brown ones.
She kisses Regina, her fingers still teasing her. Regina scrambles for her shirt, undoing the first two buttons, and it's like sensory overload- she wants to kiss her everywhere, undressing her, making love with her all at once.
Thank God, they were far away from Ruby and all of the men and women working under her.
"Hey-" Emma gently grasps her head and pulls back, eyes dark and full of sensual promise. "There's no rush. Take it slow. I want to savor you."
"Emma, it's been so long." Regina is panting.
"Slow," she whispers, and it's a command. She kisses the right corner of her wife's mouth. "Slow." She kisses the left corner. "Slow, baby." She tugs her bottom lip with her teeth. "Let's take this slow." She unfurls her fingers in jet black hair, keeping her in place as her tongue invades her mouth, seeking, tasting, calming… inflaming.
Oh, my- can my wife kiss. Regina's cheeks are burning. She caresses Emma's face, her fingers moving tentatively down to her chin and then to her throat, and she starts again on the buttons of her shirt, taking her time, as Emma continues to kiss her. Slowly she pulls her shirt apart, her fingers trailing over her chest, her nails softly raking across her skin. She pushes her gently back until she's lying beneath her. Sitting up, Regina gazes down at Emma, aware now that she's squirming against… Oh my… My wife, ever so teasing… she's brought it. Their dearly missed, favorite toy. Regina smirks, tracing her fingers across her wife's lips to her jaw, then down to her neck and over to that little dip at the base of her throat. She leans down, and her lips follow the tips of her fingers with gentle kisses. Her teeth graze Emma's jaw and kiss her throat.
Emma's eyes close. "Ah." She groans and tilts her head back, giving Regina easier access to the base of her throat, her mouth slack and open in silent veneration.
The sight of her wife lost and aroused was just so exhilarating for Regina… and so arousing to her, it made her wet and ready.
Regina's tongue trails down, twirling through Emma's chest. She tastes so good. She smells so good. Intoxicating. She kisses one, then two of her small round scars, and can hear Emma's breath hitch in her throat, she can feel her wife's hands grasp her hips, so her fingers halt moving across her chest as she gazes down into Emma's green eyes. Her breathing is harsh.
"You want this? Here?" Emma breathes, her eyes hooded with a heady combination of love and lust.
"Yes," Regina murmurs, and her lips and tongue graze across her chest to her nipple, which she bared out. She pulls and rolls it gently with her teeth.
"Oh, Gina," she whispers and, circling her waist, she lifts her, tugging at her button and fly so the dildo attached to the harness springs free. She sits Regina back down again, and Regina pushes against her, delighting in the feel of her, hot and hard beneath her. Emma runs her hands up her wife's thighs, pausing where her thigh-highs stop and her flesh begins, her hands running small, teasing circles at the tops of her thighs so that the tips of her thumbs touch her… touch her where Regina wants to be touched.
Regina can't help but gasp.
"I hope you're not attached to your underwear," Emma murmurs, her eyes wild and bright. Her fingers trace the elastic along the brunette's belly and then slide inside, teasing her, before grabbing her panties tightly and pushing her thumbs through the delicate material. The panties disintegrate. Emma's hands spread out on her wife's thighs, and her thumbs brush against her sex once more. She flexes her hips so their favorite-handy toy rubs against Regina's wanting sex. Followed by Emma's own fingers.
"I can feel how wet you are." Her voice is tinged with carnal appreciation, and she suddenly sits up, her arm around the brunette's waist again, so they are both nose to nose. "We're going to take this slow, Mrs. Swan. I want to feel all of you." Emma lifts her, and with exquisite, frustrating, slow ease, lowers her right onto her.
"Ah-" Regina moans, reaching out and clasping onto Emma's arms. She has never felt both, so filled and blessed at the same time. She tries to lift herself up for some welcome friction, but she feels Emma hold her in place.
"All of me," Emma whispers and tilts her hips, pushing herself all the more into Regina, all the way in. Regina throws her head back and lets out a strangled cry of pure pleasure. "Let me hear you," she murmurs. "No- don't move, just feel."
Regina's eyes open, locking- staring deeply into her wife's dark green, lustful stare. She feels Emma shift, rolling her hips, but holds her in place. It makes her groan. Emma's lips are at Regina's throat, kissing her.
"This is my favorite place. Buried inside you," Emma murmurs against Regina's skin.
"Please, move," the brunette cries out a plea.
"Slow, Gina." Emma flexes her hips again, causing a wave of pleasure to radiate through Regina's body.
Regina cups her wife's face and kisses her hard, consuming her. "Love me. Please, Emma."
Emma's teeth skim Regina's jaw up to her ear. "Go," she whispers, and she lifts her up and down.
Regina is unleashed, pushing Emma down on the ground and starts to move, savoring the feeling of her inside her… riding her… riding her hard. With her hands around her waist, Regina can feel Emma's hips match her very rhythm. She has missed this, they both have… the heady feeling of each other beneath and on top… inside of each other… the sun on her back and the sweet smell of fall in the air, the gentle autumn breeze. It's a heavy fusion of senses: touch, taste, smell, and the sight of each other, losing themselves to their lustful carnal pleasure. The sight of her beloved wife underneath her, was enough to drive Regina wild.
"Oh, Gina." Emma can't help a groan from escaping her, her eyes closed, head back, mouth open. And inside, Regina is building…climbing… higher. Together. Emma's hands move to Regina's thighs, and delicately her thumbs press at their apex, and Regina explodes around her over and over and over and over, and she collapses, sprawled on her chest and she hears Emma cry out in turn, letting go and calling out her name with all the love and joy in the world.
It's been two days since their romantic/erotic picnic. Two days since their talk about when their next erotic adventure would happen. Emma is still treating Regina as if she were made of glass. She still won't allow her to go to work, so she has been working from home.
Off in the distance she can hear Emma playing the piano, not one of her usual saddened melodies, but a sweet melody, a hopeful melody- one that Regina actually recognizes, but has never heard Emma play. Until now.
Regina tiptoes to the archway of the great room and watches Emma at the piano. It's dusk. The sky is an opulent pink, and the light is reflected off her golden blonde hair. She looks her beautiful breathtaking self, concentrating as she plays, unaware of her presence. Emma's been so forthcoming over the last few days, her thoughts, her plans. It's as if she's breached a dam and started talking.
She's aware that Emma, being as loving as she has been, will come and check on her in a few minutes, that it gives her an idea. Excited, she walks away, hoping that Emma still hasn't noticed her, and races to their bedroom, stripping off her clothes as she moves, until she's wearing nothing but pale blue lace panties. Regina finds a pair of black panties and slips them on quickly. Diving into the closet, she pulls out Emma's faded jeans- from the drawer. From her bedside table she picks up her phone, folds the jeans neatly, and kneels by the bedroom door. The door is ajar, and she can hear the strains of another piece. Another hopeful tune; it's lovely. She rushes up the stairs, pushing the door to their playroom. Quickly, she types up a text message.
R: Ma'am. I await your pleasure.
She presses send, waits a few minutes, hearing the music abruptly stop. Her heart starts pounding. She waits some more, until her phone buzzes.
E: I'm intrigued. I'll come find you. Be ready.
Emma grins, standing from her piano bench, she walks up the stairs and into their playroom.. Entering, she reaches for her jeans. And she's pleased to see her wife kneeling by the door wearing nothing but a pair of black, see-through underwear. Regina has to resist the urge to look up at her and keeps her eyes down.
The anticipation- the waiting was killing her. What would Emma do to her? What new found pleasure awaited them? A few moments later, Emma is back, wearing her jeans.
"So you want to play?" Emma murmurs.
"Yes, ma'am."
Emma's eyes soften, as she stands in front of her wife. Her hand stretches out, holding onto their favorite flogger. She places the flap underneath Regina's chin, making her raise her gaze, until their eyes meet and lock with one another. The corners of her mouth twisting into a tiny smirk.
And, Regina has never seen a more beautiful sight, that was her beloved wife. Wearing nothing but her faded, ripped jeans that hung loosely around her hips.
"You're topping from the bottom, Mrs. Swan," Emma murmurs, her head cocking to one side. "But I can live with that." She whispers, amused. Her eyes shining with love, wonder, and wicked thoughts.
Regina turns her gaze, looking lovingly at her wife over her shoulder as Emma saunters toward the playroom door, closing it in place- locking it. Life with Emma will never be boring, and she's in this forever. She loves this woman, her wife, her lover, the future mother of their child, her sometimes Dominant. The corner of her lips tilted up into a tiny, pleasurable smirk.
Two Years Later…
Two year old Henry is giggling, running away from his mother, who is chasing after him in the wide, outstretched meadow. His giggle grew louder as he felt his mother closer and closer behind every tiny step he took.
"I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!" Emma's fingers wiggled playfully, her smile bright and happy as she chased after little Henry. "Ah! I got you!" Her arms circled around their little boy's body, tickling him endlessly, loving every minute of his laughter.
Regina was right all this time. Proving to Emma that her wife knew her better than anyone else ever had. She had become the center of Henry's universe, just as she was still the center of her wife's universe. That little boy would be so happy to see Emma arriving home from work. His little feet would race toward the door, receiving her with the biggest hug any mother could want. He would love for Emma to chase him around the open meadow, or even around their home. And to see Emma grow into the most loving and adoring mother to Henry was more than a dream come true to Regina. There was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for Henry.
Sometimes Henry had his mother's bad temper, to which Emma had discovered that the only way to calm him was by allowing him to play games on her cellphone- which would always automatically calm him.
And the best part of everything was… Emma and Regina's sex life was still highly active.
Regina smiled, placing her book of choice right beside her, on top of their picnic blanket. Her eyes drinking in the smiling faces of her wife and her son as they ran right up to her.
"Find mommy, run to mommy! Run to mommy!" Emma teased her son, kneeling down by her wife, with a matching smile of her own.
"Mommy!" Little Henry ran up to his mother, his tiny arms wrapping around her neck, placing a kiss to her cheek.
"Hi, Henry," Regina smiled, ruffling her son's hair and watching him run off again, giving all of his attention to picking out a daisy flower from the grass. Brown eyes looked adoringly over to Emma, who's lips pressed onto hers, placing a chaste kiss right on them.
Emma bent down, replacing her own pale hand with her lips, placing a loving kiss right on Regina's eight month pregnant belly. They would be having a girl this time, which both women had agreed on the name Hope.