Don't think I've forgotten about Masquerade, for those of you who are reading that as well. But I just couldn't stop writing for this story! :D
Hopefully I'll be able to update this one again as well as Masquerade soon, but for now I have no idea when I'll get the next one out. Thanks for reading, following, and reviewing! Enjoy.
Emma drove straight to the school and waited for Henry, a few minutes early. She thrummed her fingers against the steering wheel for a few seconds before she impatiently reached over and messed with the stereo with one hand.
She settled on the classic rock and alternative station and tapped her fingers to the beat of the song that played. She rarely turned on the radio due to the poor reception from a system that didn't exactly fit her outdated car in the first place. She'd traveled far too long without music when she crossed state lines over the last ten years and decided to make an addition to the yellow bug. She'd allowed herself what she considered a luxury item and saved up for a simple system before she had headed to Boston.
The bell rang from the school building and within a couple minutes, children flooded the sidewalk with mostly smiling faces. Among the crowd, Henry casually strode out while several others around him jogged toward their parents or their means of transportation.
Emma frowned as she noticed the less than happy look on Henry's face as he looked at the concrete.
Henry looked up and noticed Emma was already there. He flashed a small smile then hurried toward the car.
Emma turned off the music as Henry approached the passenger's side door. She smiled at him as he pulled it open and slipped inside.
Henry dropped his bag at his feet and closed the door before he looked out the windshield for a few seconds.
"You got your car fixed?"
"What, uh, yeah! I had to call the mechanic to come pick it up. It wasn't as bad as I thought. He fixed it in a couple of hours this morning and said I was good to go," Emma lied as she awkwardly kept both hands on the steering wheel. "So..."
Henry took a deep breath and sighed before he looked to Emma.
"I had a history test today."
"You did?"
"Mhmm."
"How'd you do?"
He nervously bit his bottom lip before he leaned over and opened his backpack. He reached between a couple folders and a few notebooks then pulled out a paper. He handed it over to Emma and sat back.
Emma looked at the circled grade in red at the top right corner of the page.
"You got an A," she beamed. "That's great!"
Henry smiled.
"You tried to make me think something bad happened," Emma said as she playfully swatted his arm with the back of her hand. "Sneaky little faker."
Henry widened his smile and showed his teeth to the blonde.
"Guess we don't have to spend Sunday studying."
"No, but I think I'm gonna have to keep up good grades like this."
"Well, of course. Now that I know you're capable of A's, I expect nothing less, kid."
"Neither does my mom."
"That means she cares. She's trying to give you the best future, the most opportunities and possibilities."
"She only cares about herself. She's the-"
"Evil Queen," Emma grumbled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, she really does act like one."
"So...you believe me?"
"What? No. I said she acts like one. I didn't say she was one."
"There's only one and she's it. I'm telling you. You should really read my book."
Emma sighed.
"Anyway, we should celebrate my A."
"If you suggest having dinner with your mom again, that's not gonna happen," she warned.
Henry frowned.
"That's not what I was gonna say. I just want to go to the arcade."
"Oh. Well, that I can do."
"What happened," he asked.
"Nothing you need to worry about," she said as she started the car. "Help me get to the arcade?"
She looked at him once last time before she trained her eyes on the road.
"Sure," he answered.
After a little over an hour at the arcade, Henry was happy with a stuffed animal and plastic superhero toy he'd won with his tickets.
Emma had enjoyed their time together. Though she was physically empty handed, she'd played against him at skee ball, helped him perfect his shot at the moving basketball game, and even battled him at Dance Dance Revolution after several long, unsuccessful minutes of protest. Emotionally, she left the arcade feeling like she'd won the lottery.
But the fun had to end.
Outside the house, Emma remained in the car, parked on the curb. She'd turned off the car, but sat and stared at the white door directly down the walkway from where she sat.
"Today was awesome. I had so much fun," Henry smiled at her.
Emma looked from the door to Henry then smiled back.
"Aw. I did too, Henry."
He stared at her for another couple of seconds then grabbed his bag and his prizes. He got out of the car and Emma released a sigh as she followed his lead.
She walked side by side with him onto the porch. She rang the doorbell then looked down at Henry as he struggled to carry the giant bear. She chuckled under her breath seconds before Regina opened the door.
"So I'll see you tomorrow," Henry asked as he looked up at Emma, hopeful.
"Yep," she said as she briefly rubbed his back.
"Cool. Thanks for the bear and the superhero."
"Hey, you earned those," she said as she lightly pressed the tip of her index finger into his chest.
He beamed up at her.
"Will you kiss the bear goodnight," he asked her.
Emma gulped and tried not to look at Regina, though she felt the brunette bore holes into her with a heated stare.
"Uh, I don't know," Emma scrunched up her face.
She was noticeably uncomfortable.
"Please," he asked as he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.
Emma took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth as she bent over, her hands on her knees.
He inched the bear closer to her face with a smile.
She peeked around the bear's head to look at Henry and returned the smile before she moved back in front of the bear, unable to see Henry behind it. She leaned in the rest of the way and kissed the bear's nose.
Henry felt the peck and happily pulled the bear against his chest, though he kept it facing Emma.
Emma stood straight and continued to smile at Henry.
"Good?"
"Yeah, thanks," his eyes twinkled. "Maybe one day you can kiss me goodnight."
Emma tensed and tried to keep the smile on her face, but a twinge of pain and guilt appeared over it.
Thankfully, Henry didn't notice. Unfortunately, Regina did.
Henry turned and jogged into the house, which left Emma and Regina alone in the doorway.
"Where'd you take him today, Miss Swan?"
"The arcade," Emma flatly answered as her smile instantly vanished.
"Well, clearly he had fun."
"Yeah, maybe you should start taking him places, actually try to show him you care."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Whatever. I'm not gonna argue with you. I'll see you tomorrow."
Emma turned to leave, but Regina stepped onto the porch and stopped her.
"Wait, Miss Swan..." she trailed off as she waited for the blonde to face her.
Emma sighed and stuffed her hands into the pockets of the sweatpants as she slowly spun on her heels. She looked down at the ground for a few seconds before she locked eyes with the brunette's.
"Next time you're in my house, don't steal my clothes," Regina said as she looked over the younger woman's attire. "Among other reasons, it looks better on me."
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, Madame Mayor."
Regina grinned then turned and headed back into the house.
Emma closed her eyes at the sound of the front door slam shut. She slowly released a sigh through her nose and opened her eyes. She made it the rest of the way to her car and angrily closed the door before she sped off.
Contract in hand, Emma stared down at the yellowed paper she held less than an inch above her desk. She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she quizzically read over it.
"Ah, Sheriff Swan," a man said at the doorway and caused Emma to drop the contract flat onto the desk.
She whipped her head up to see who came in and her expression didn't soften when she did.
"Mr. Gold," she glared at him.
"Have you acquired what I asked?"
"It's only been a day since you gave me the information."
"And I'm under the impression you don't have much work to do around here."
Emma sighed.
"I talked to Ashley," she said as she discretely buried the contract under other paperwork. "She doesn't have what you want."
"Oh, I highly doubt that, dearie."
"I know about the baby."
"Then she must have had the contract," Gold expectantly grinned.
"I already told you she doesn't and even if she did, you wouldn't be getting that baby."
"Sheriff, we don't know each other very well. Allow me to explain something to you. Nobody breaks deals with me and it wouldn't be wise to challenge me."
"If that's true then I guess it's good I'm not going up against you. Not yet. Now if you'll excuse me, I have lunch plans."
Emma scooped up all the paperwork on her desk, including the contract, and stood. She walked toward Gold and brushed past him through the doorway as she made her way to the exit.
Gold clenched his jaw and stood displeased in the doorway to the Sheriff's office. After a few seconds, he turned and followed Emma out.
Emma got in her VW bug and sat. She waited until she watched Gold leave before she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Regina.
"On break. Meet me at the apartment."
She dropped the phone into her jacket pocket and sighed as she took a minute to collect herself. She got out of the car, Gold a fair distance down the street, and locked up the station. She returned to her car and started it without hesitation then drove off without looking back.
She'd received no reply from Regina and was already fifteen minutes into her break. She waited, but started to wonder if the Mayor would actually show. They had a deal, but Regina was the last person to comply if she didn't feel she would get something satisfying out of it.
She situated herself on the couch in the living room and laid against the arm of the couch facing the front door. Her knees were halfway to her chest as she kept her legs relaxed. She hadn't bothered to take off her boots. She hadn't even unlaced them as they covered her calves. Instead, she sat in silence as she rolled the hem of her shirt between her fingers.
A soft knock sounded at the door and Emma peered up at the chipped wood. It was unlocked and she was almost a hundred percent sure it was Regina. She could just invite the older woman in and have her start cleaning without having to move a muscle, but then she remembered the fight they'd had the previous day. She didn't want things to be easy for the Mayor after the words exchanged during the failed massage.
She rolled off the couch and came to the door. She pulled it open, slightly tense though she tiredly sighed.
Regina stood on the other side of the door in a long black coat that stopped an inch or two below her knees. She wore high heels Emma had never seen the woman wear and a pair of black stockings. She held a bucket of cleaning supplies in her right hand and looked bored and uninterested.
"Let's get this over with," Regina flatly said as she pushed past the blonde and entered the apartment.
"Come right in," Emma sarcastically said under her breath as she rolled her eyes and shut the door behind the brunette.
Emma turned to Regina as the Mayor set the bucket on the kitchen counter.
"Um, that's not lingerie," Emma started as she pointed at Regina's outfit. "And it's definitely not revealing."
Regina turned her body to completely face Emma then untied her coat at her waist. She pulled it apart and let it slide down her arms before it pooled at her feet.
Emma's jaw dropped as she took in the sight of a lacy black, but transparent, low cut cover up that clung to her curves and exposed her matching black lace bra and panties. Complete with a garter belt for the stockings, the cover up cut off just before mid-thigh. The thin material also clearly displayed the expanse of Regina's taut, tan torso. The outfit alone made up for Emma's crappy day.
"I never disappoint, dear," Regina spoke in her sultry, seductive tone.
"Obviously," Emma breathed out as she continued to look the brunette up and down.
"What should I clean first," Regina asked as she looked around the place and scrunched up her face in disgust.
"Uh," Emma snapped herself out of her reverie and focused. "You can dust the ceiling fan over there and the overhead lights in the kitchen."
Regina gave a short, single nod in understanding and reached into the bucket.
"Lucky for you I brought a feather duster," Regina said as she steadied one of the chairs at the kitchen island and stepped onto it.
She didn't do it gracefully like most of the things she did, but still gave Emma a good view of her backside and leg muscles as she climbed onto the chair. She stepped onto the island with a stomp of her heel on the surface, one foot on the chair and the other on the counter.
Emma bit her bottom lip as she feverishly stared at Regina's spread legs.
The cover up had rode up Regina's thighs and stopped a tiny bit before her hips.
Emma stepped closer to the counter until her hips collided with it. She hungrily stared up between Regina's legs and licked her lips.
Regina dusted the circular overhead lights as told and didn't look down at Emma. She didn't have to when she felt the blonde's hand reach out and run up and down her calve. She grinned to herself as she finished off the last light and dropped the duster to her side.
Emma retreated. She stepped back to allow Regina enough space to get down from the chair and watched the brunette move toward the fan by the staircase. They remained in silence.
Regina swayed her hips as her heels click-clacked on the hardwood floor. She walked deliberately as she placed one foot in front of the other in her tantalizing strut.
"I see you managed to wear your own pants today," Regina spoke as she stopped under the fan and looked to the small dining table to her left.
She walked over to it and pulled it directly under the fan before she climbed onto it on all fours.
Emma blew out a sigh as she stared at Regina's teasing backside as it looked her in the face. She knew she owed Regina a massage, but she also owed her an orgasm. She had to think of ways to satisfy both debts and gladly permitted her mind to wander as she talked to the Mayor.
"Yeah. It hurt like a bitch to get in them, but I finally got them over my thigh without breaking open the wound again."
"Do you think of me every time you feel it throb in pain," Regina asked as she stood on the table and reached up to dust the unmoving fan blades.
"Occasionally," Emma mindlessly confessed as she repeated her actions from when they were in the kitchen.
She closed the space between her and the table Regina stood on and stared at the body above her. She could reach up between Regina's thighs and pull the panties to the side. She could touch Regina and give her what she deserved, or at least what she was owed.
"Then maybe I need to remind you why I marked you in the first place," Regina started. "Should I add a few more letters?"
Regina looked down as Emma sat on the table beneath her. She saw long blonde locks flow under the hem of her cover up, but she couldn't see a face. She could, however, feel a face.
Emma pulled the panties to the side and breathed on Regina's exposed sex.
Regina's breath hitched as she brought the duster closer to her and away from the fan, though she didn't bring her arm back to her side.
Emma extended her neck a bit and licked between Regina's folds with the flat of her tongue.
Regina slowly closed her eyes and lowered the duster further. Within a few seconds, her arm was down at her side and not long after, she let go of the duster. It fell onto the table by her right foot. She didn't care. She didn't even notice it as Emma's hands gripped her inner thighs, close to her sex, and flicked the tip of her tongue over her opening.
"Tease," Regina rasped out.
Emma grinned then hummed as delved the tip of her tongue inside Regina. She quickly removed it and heard the woman above her groan.
"That's me being a tease," Emma continued to grin as she corrected Regina, though she didn't poke her head out from between the woman's legs.
"You owe me," Regina slowly, throatily said.
"Why do you think I'm down here," Emma said before she pushed Regina's thighs apart and forced the Mayor to slide on the table.
Regina's heels left scuff marks as she moved then landed directly on Emma's tongue.
Emma licked a circle around Regina's opening then pushed her tongue inside it.
Regina became wet as she contentedly sighed.
Emma wriggled her tongue around as she pushed further inside then twisted it side to side before she removed it.
Regina parted her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Miss Swan," she warned.
Emma licked her way up to Regina's clit and gently bit the bundle of nerves.
Regina moaned and lowered herself further onto Emma. She bit her bottom lip as Emma licked then sucked her clit as her right hand traveled up her thigh.
Emma thrust three fingers into Regina without warning and Regina kicked her feet out from under herself.
The brunette scuffed the table further as she brought herself to her knees and forced Emma to lay on her back on top of the table. In the process, she carelessly knocked the duster to the floor.
Blonde curls cascaded between her legs as she sat on Emma's face. She leaned forward as Emma started a quick pace pumping in and out of her and gripped the edge of the table on either side of Emma's hair.
Regina shot her eyes open when Emma licked then kissed her clit. Quickly after, she bit and caused the brunette to tense and wince. She gripped tighter on the edge of the table and grunted as she pushed down on Emma's fingers during every inward thrust.
Emma raked her free hand down Regina's backside. She reached up and dragged her nails down smooth skin under the panties and made Regina moan.
Regina arched her back and stuck out her backside to get a harder touch from the Sheriff. She started to pant as she worked up a small sweat. When Emma caressed her sensitive and swollen clit with her tongue, she white-knuckled the edge of the table, dripping wet.
With a few more rough plunges into the Mayor, Emma pulled completely out of her.
Regina whimpered and moved against Emma's mouth as her lips and tongue still played with her clit. She bit her lip as she tried to make herself come by Emma's mouth alone, but she wanted the blonde to fill her. Emma had started something Regina then desperately wanted her to finish.
Emma slid out from Regina to breathe and teasingly ran her index finger over Regina's clit, her mouth no longer on it.
Regina angrily sighed.
"Finish," she barked at Emma.
Emma slipped a single finger inside Regina and kept it still.
Regina shook her head and took it upon herself to ride it since Emma wasn't going to do anything.
"I don't think so," Emma said as she reached around and clawed at Regina's lower back.
She pulled Regina down onto her finger and added a second one, but didn't move them as she held Regina still.
"I don't like to be short changed, Miss Swan," Regina breathlessly growled.
Emma smirked and chuckled before she turned her head the slightest bit and licked up the apex of Regina's left thigh.
Regina softly moaned then yelped when Emma sunk her teeth in.
Emma slowly curled her fingers inside Regina as she released the Mayor's thigh. She licked where she bit then trapped the skin between her teeth again as she moved down the thigh, away from Regina's center.
"How badly do you want me to finish right now," Emma smugly asked when she stopped biting.
"I could hurt you if you don't finish!"
Emma chuckled.
"What would you do to get me to make you come?"
"This," Regina hissed as she let go of the table with one hand and grabbed a fist full of blonde tresses.
She wrapped a good amount of Emma's hair around her wrist and tried to yank the blonde out from under her.
Emma yelped but quickly stuck her neck out and mercilessly bit Regina's clit.
"Ah," Regina exclaimed as she pulled Emma's hair harder and squeezed her eyes shut tight.
The brunette curled her body over Emma even more as she felt her clit throb between Emma's strong teeth.
"Let. Go!"
Emma pulled her fingers out of Regina and kept her teeth clamped down on Regina's clit.
"Miss Swan!"
Regina loosened her hold on Emma's hair.
The blonde started to relax again, but didn't ease up on the Mayor. Once Regina let go of her hair completely and gripped the edge of the table with both hands again, she thrust three fingers into the woman.
Regina moaned and grunted but soon after, relaxed.
Emma let go of her clit and started to pump in and out of Regina at a vigorous pace.
Regina took a few seconds to calm down from the unexpected pain before she moved with Emma again.
Emma dug her nails into Regina's backside again and slowly dragged them down Regina's outer right thigh. She left red scratch marks and drew a little blood that quickly clotted when it reached the surface.
Regina bit her bottom lip and sped up her pace against Emma's fingers.
Emma didn't slow down, but she didn't speed up to match Regina either. She let the Mayor do most of the work and focused on getting deeper inside the woman. She pushed far enough that she buried her knuckles inside her.
Regina moaned and tightened her walls around Emma's fingers.
Emma knew as well as Regina that she was close. She pulled herself under Regina and settled between the woman's thighs before she licked Regina's clit.
Regina held back her next moan and trapped it in her throat. She softly whimpered when Emma sucked the sore, red bundle of nerves.
Emma twisted her fingers like a screwdriver inside Regina on the next couple of inward thrusts. She continued to push deep inside the Mayor as she did and within seconds, felt the dam break.
Regina gripped the table as tight as she possibly could, her knuckles deathly white, as she reached her climax. She came violently, more painfully than she'd ever done before, and panted as she relaxed onto her forearms.
She rested her forehead on her hands as she let go of the table and made a fist with one hand then cupped it with the other.
Emma flicked her tongue over Regina's clit one last time before she wiggled down to Regina's opening and lapped up her release. She tasted Regina for a couple minutes, determined not to miss a single spot as the woman above her shuddered in ecstasy.
When Emma finished, she pulled herself up the table and stared at Regina.
Regina continued to pant as she slowly opened her eyes. She sat up on her knees, no longer on her forearms, and let out a heavy sigh. She made a fist and raised her arm before she struck Emma's cheek with a right hook.
Emma's head whipped to her right on impact. Within seconds, she felt the sting from the punch and touched her face.
"Damn," Emma said as she cringed at her own light touch.
"Don't ever bite me like that again or I'll do far worse," Regina bitterly warned before she rolled onto her back beside Emma.
Emma grunted as she fluidly rolled onto her side to completely face Regina.
"You liked it," Emma spat as she continued to touch her left cheek, her face scrunched up as she tried to adjust to the pain.
She felt something warm trickle from her bottom lip to her fingers and pulled back to inspect her hand. She saw blood on her fingertips and groaned.
"Great. Now I'm gonna have to cover that up," Emma complained.
Regina turned her head and looked over Emma's face. The blonde still glistened in some places with remnants of her.
The brunette sighed as she rolled onto her side and leaned in. She took Emma's jaw between her thumb and index finger to hold the younger woman still. She licked Emma's chin then sucked it clean before she moved up to Emma's nose and did the same. She pressed the pad of her thumb to Emma's bottom lip and separated it from the top before she licked the blood from the corner of the Sheriff's mouth.
Emma reached around Regina's right thigh and wrapped her hand around the woman's inner thigh. She pulled Regina's leg closer to her as she leaned in the rest of the way and pressed her lips against Regina's. She sweetly, softly kissed the brunette and tasted the Mayor all over again, that time mixed with her own blood.
She appreciatively hummed as Regina kissed back with more passion and heat. She felt the older woman's tongue slip past her lips and explore the depths of her hot mouth.
Regina tasted herself even more than she had on the Sheriff's face as she kissed Emma, but kept it short. She pulled back and purred before she slowly opened her eyes. She watched Emma in a state of calm and grinned.
Emma opened her eyes and immediately locked them with the familiar dark brown pair.
"I'd like that massage now," Regina said in a low, sultry tone full of pleasure and satisfaction.
"You didn't even clean the apartment."
"Dear, I could work on this apartment all day for an entire month and it still wouldn't be clean. I may not disappoint, but I can't perform miracles."
Emma bit her lip and felt a rush of unhinged emotions inside her.
"I like it when you call me 'dear'," she confessed.
Regina wickedly grinned.
"You do," Regina stated though there was a hint of a question buried within her tone.
"Have you called anyone else by that," Emma asked out of curiosity.
"Not in long time."
Not since I brought on the curse, Regina thought.
"Why do you call me that?"
"It's not a term of endearment when I use it if that's what you're wondering."
"No. That's not what I was thinking."
"Then what are you thinking, Sheriff?"
Emma hesitated. Suddenly, she realized where her head was at and forced it to overrule her heart.
"I'm thinking about how I'm gonna fuck you over the counter before I give you that massage."
"Someone's confident. What makes you think I'd agree to that?"
"Who said anything about you agreeing," Emma suggestively raised an eyebrow before she shot up into a sitting position.
Regina reached out and grabbed Emma's arm before the blonde could slid off the table.
Emma looked over her shoulder at Regina as the brunette rolled onto her back a second time.
"What time is it," Regina asked.
Emma looked at the kitchen clock.
"A little after two."
"I need to get going soon. We'll only have time for one and I'm in favor of that massage."
Emma sighed in defeat and frowned.
Regina grinned as she slowly sat up then placed a hand on Emma's upper right thigh.
"Next time, dear," she purred in Emma's ear.
Regina set her feet on the floor and briefly lifted her backside off the edge of the table. She grabbed the hem of her cover up and peeled it off.
"I have the apple scented oil in the bucket with the cleaning supplies," Regina told Emma as she discarded the thin material.
She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. She did Emma a small favor and removed it completely, unlike last time. Though she told herself it was only to motivate the younger woman to fetch the oil for her, nothing more.
Emma bit her bottom as she stared at Regina's firm breasts. She met Regina's gaze again and got off the table. She went to the kitchen and reached into the bucket. She retrieved the oil and came back to Regina.
Regina lay bare breasted on her stomach on the dining room table in only her stockings, high heels, and panties, which then completely covered her sex. She rested her head on her arms folded and crossed under her right temple and cheekbone. She stared straight at Emma.
Emma stopped at the table and stared down at Regina.
"What," the blonde asked.
"Nothing."
"That face doesn't say 'nothing'."
"Just give me the damn massage."
"Fine," Emma sighed as she climbed onto the table and straddled the backs of Regina's thighs.
Emma squeezed out a decent amount of oil and rubbed it between her hands before she spread it over Regina's back.
"How long until you have to go," Emma asked as she rubbed Regina's shoulders.
"Twenty minutes."
"Okay. I think I can get all your sore spots by then. Where do you feel the most tension?"
"Lower and mid-back," Regina answered as she closed her eyes and relaxed under Emma's touch.
"Here," Emma asked as she ran her hands down to the center of Regina's back, where the band of her bra once hugged the skin.
"Mm. Yes," Regina moaned.
The apartment quickly smelled like apples as Emma worked on the tense area. The oil warmed upon contact with Regina's skin and both women felt the heat between the blonde's hands and the brunette's back.
Regina sighed as she felt the tension fade with every push of Emma's hands. Her mind started to cloud as she slowly opened her eyes halfway. Purple swirled around her pupils as her ring started to glow on her finger.
Magic.
She felt her magic flow through her. She couldn't explain it, but she'd felt it before with Emma. It was how she broke the table in the study. She'd felt the magic boil to the surface until she couldn't contain the power she felt within herself. Though the table had been nowhere near her foot, when she kicked under Emma, the table had cracked in half.
Regina didn't feel her magic boil as Emma massaged her, but she felt a lot of stifled power buried within her.
Emma spread her legs apart and pressed her jean-clad center against the start of Regina's backside at the top of her thighs.
Though Regina thought she did it unintentionally or to make herself more comfortable, she started to feel her skin heat up. The purple that swirled in her eyes started to spark and flash.
Her breath hitched when Emma moved her hands back and forth between both tense spots she'd identified on her back. She dug her nails into her left arm below her right hand as she felt a surge of magic course threw her veins.
The familiar heat of magic as it started to boil up to the surface hit Regina like the punch she'd given Emma earlier.
"Lower," she moaned.
Emma did as Regina commanded, oblivious to what Regina felt, though she felt the heat emanate from the brunette as she continued to massage her.
Emma pressed her thumbs into Regina's lower back as they brushed against Regina's panty line. She moved her thumbs up and down a couple times then moved them in circles. She worked them in opposite directions just below the dimples on Regina's lower back, her other fingers wrapped around Regina's hips.
Regina moaned as another surge of magic shot through her like zap of electricity. She felt the moisture between her legs and closed her purple eyes. Her breathing quickened and she tried to fight it.
"No," she breathlessly said no louder than a whisper.
"Is everything okay," Emma asked as she questioned Regina's overly blissful state.
She couldn't feel the Mayor's arousal through her own jeans, but she could tell something was different with the woman.
"No," Regina said louder. "My shoulders. Go back to my shoulders."
As much as she wanted Emma to keep working on her lower back, she couldn't risk exposing her magic to the skeptical Sheriff.
Emma frowned by obliged as she ran her hands up Regina's back until she reached her shoulders. She felt a spark between her hands and Regina's skin the entire way and furrowed her brow.
Thankfully for Regina, Emma hadn't seen the purple lightning crackle from her back to the younger woman's hands. As it happened, Emma had already directed her attention at the brunette's face.
Emma slowly inhaled as she felt a transfer of energy from Regina to herself. It flowed from her hands up to her neck then traveled down to the pit of her stomach. During its' descent, her nipples hardened.
"What the f-f-fuck," Emma slowly whispered as she closed her eyes.
Without realizing it, Emma moved up Regina's body to straddle her hips then started to grind against the brunette.
Regina moaned in crescendo as she opened her eyes, clouded with an intense plum color.
"Miss Swan," Regina softly pleaded. "Stop. ...I can't."
"You're doing this to me," Emma said. "I can't stop."
Her body felt like it was on fire. Emma didn't feel like herself. She didn't even know where the words that slipped past her lips had come from, but she'd said them.
"It's going to happen," Regina told herself out loud as she felt the warmth and need between her legs grow. "I'm going to..."
Regina trailed off as she thought about Emma touching her where she ached most. Within seconds, Emma leaned over, her hair on Regina's back, and reached between them before she pulled aside Regina's panties.
Regina bit her lip until she drew blood as the magic nearly exploded from her. Instead of exploding magic, she felt the wetness increase in her folds.
Apples and the musky aroma of her magic filled the room. Regina started to worry, but the more magic she felt start to surface, the less aware of her surroundings she became.
Regina got onto all fours like her body was on autopilot.
Emma slid off the brunette as she felt Regina get up. She positioned herself on her knees behind the Mayor and effortlessly slipped fingers inside her.
"Uhn," Regina moaned as she looked down at the table then closed her eyes.
Regina quickly pushed against the table and ran herself backward into Emma's fingers. She lurched forward to remove them then slid back against them. She repeated the motions over and over again as she increased the speed every few thrusts. She bent her fingers at the knuckles and pressed her fingertips into the table as though she were digging her nails into it.
Her ring glowed on her left hand as she moved against Emma's slender fingers. Just as if she were coming, she felt her magic build up before release.
"I'm..." Regina trailed off as she could barely think.
Emma moaned as she felt the dampness in her own panties. She was on fire, her skin hot to the touch as she couldn't tell one thing from the other. She felt like she had a fever that had spread from her head to every part of her body.
Regina couldn't catch her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut as her walls tightened around Emma's fingers.
"I'm..." Regina panted seconds before she opened her eyes. "Em...Ahhh!"
Emma fell forward and laid her hand over Regina's. Her middle finger touched the ring and her eyes shot open like Regina's had only moments prior.
Suddenly, the purple drained from Regina's eyes as energy flowed from the ring into Emma's arm.
That energy, that magic, went straight to Emma's eyes as they flooded with purple clouds and sparks.
Emma's jaw dropped as she felt it and laced her fingers with Regina's, her hand still covering the brunette's, as she came herself. She hadn't even needed to be touched down there as she came undone. Whatever had transpired between her and the Mayor had been enough.
Regina collapsed as Emma moaned through her release. Her hand slipped a ways out from under Emma's and the blonde lost contact with the ring.
The purple faded from Emma's eyes as she removed her fingers from Regina and fell on top of the brunette.
Regina continued to pant, eyes closed and on her stomach. The tension had left her body and she had started to come down from her high. She felt Emma's head on her shoulder blades, long blonde hair trapped between their bodies as it prickled at her lower back when either of them inhaled.
"Regina," Emma breathlessly whispered in a question.
"Hmm."
"What...was that?"
"Good," she huskily answered after a moment.
Regina slowly started to open her eyes as the haziness left her brain. She moaned then turned it into a hum as she slowly rolled onto her back, careful not to throw Emma off her as she continued to feel the blissful buzz from her climax. At least, that's what she contributed her kindness to, the bliss she felt from what had happened moments ago.
Emma moved with her until she maneuvered her hips between Regina's spread legs. She laid flat against Regina's front and rested her head on the brunette's chest with a contented sigh.
"I have to go, dear," Regina said in a low tone, somewhat sleepy.
"Just a few more minutes," Emma said as she closed her eyes.
"I can't," Regina said as she gently tried to push Emma off her.
"Please," Emma tiredly asked.
Regina took a deep breath and released it in a sigh as she ran her fingers through Emma's silky curls.
"Okay. Five minutes," she agreed as she felt too weak to even sit up.
Regina closed her eyes as Emma's breathing slowed and steadied. She could feel the blonde start to fall asleep.
Emma let Regina's heartbeat carry her away to a dream state, but she didn't dream. She blacked out instead and enjoyed the best sleep of her life no matter how long it had lasted.
Regina kept a hand in Emma's hair, but didn't move it as she drifted off to the feel of Emma's chest rise and fall against her. She floated in and out of consciousness as she tried to fight sleep and eventually won.
She blinked her eyes open a few times before she looked down at the blonde, still comfortable and fast asleep on top of her. She craned her neck to check the time on the kitchen clock and frowned. Ten minutes had passed since she'd agreed to stay.
Slowly, Regina propped herself up on her elbows. She balanced all her weight on one arm as she reached forward and shook the blonde's shoulder.
Emma hummed as she started to stir. She pushed against the table and rested a majority of her weight on her forearms. She looked up at Regina, the woman's breasts almost in her face.
"What time is it," Emma hazily asked.
"Time to get up," Regina said as she bucked her hips into Emma. "Come on."
"I don't want to get up. I like it here. Right here. In this moment."
"If I tell you something, will you get up?"
"Depends," Emma eyed her suspiciously. "What would you tell me?"
"Something nice."
"You're capable of saying nice things," Emma asked like that bit of information surprised her.
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but don't get used to it if I say it. ...Do you agree to get up if I tell you?"
Emma stared at Regina for a moment as she thought about it. After a few seconds, she nodded.
"You're beautiful."
"What?"
"That's what I was going to say earlier, before the massage."
"When you were staring at me?"
"Yes."
"You...you think I'm beautiful?"
Regina tucked a strand of hair behind Emma's ear with her left hand.
"One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life."
"But you hate me. How can you think I'm beautiful?"
"Sometimes it's the fairest things in all the land that inspire the most angst and hate. Now you've got to get up."
"Wait, because they're the 'fairest', as you put it?"
Regina shook her head.
"Not necessarily, dear. At times, it's what they say or do...if it's a person. It's how they hurt you that makes you angry, but they just so happen to be pretty so you hate them all the more for it, especially if you don't see yourself that way. Let's go. Get up."
"I might still be out of it, but...if you think I'm beautiful then that makes you drop dead gorgeous," Emma admitted.
Regina flashed a smile twisted between happy and guilty before she made it disappear.
"Thank you," Regina said.
Emma pushed off the table and sat up. She pulled away from Regina and allowed the brunette to perch herself on the edge of the table.
Emma slid completely off the table and picked up Regina's coat. She set it on the table and turned to walk away, but Regina grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around.
She didn't say anything as she stared at Emma and pulled her close. She forced Emma to stand between her legs and kissed her. She didn't wait long before she slithered her tongue across Emma's bottom lip and silently asked for entry.
Emma granted her access without hesitation as she wrapped her arms around Regina's neck, bent at the elbows as she rested her forearms against Regina's shoulders. She gripped a fistful of short brunette hair in her hand and brushed her nails against Regina's scalp along the way.
Emma pulled Regina closer, crashing their lips together hard for their next kiss, as she pressed her left hand against the base of Regina's neck.
Regina hummed as she grabbed Emma's hips and pushed the younger woman back a few steps. She broke their kiss and licked her lips immediately after as she sighed. She let go of Emma and avoided eye contact as she slid off the table.
"I need to go," Regina said as she put on her coat.
Emma nervously bit her bottom lip.
"Did I do something wrong," she asked.
"No, dear," Regina quickly answered as she picked the feather duster off the floor, took the forgotten massage oil from the opposite end of the table, and walked over to the bucket in the kitchen.
She still hadn't looked at Emma.
"Regina," Emma said as she followed her to the island.
Regina dumped the feather duster and massage oil into the bucket with the unused supplies then tried to lift the bucket from the counter top.
Emma grabbed Regina's wrist and stopped her.
"What just happened?"
Regina finally looked into green eyes.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered as she ran the back of her fingers down Emma's check.
She looked at the bruise that had started to form on the other side of Emma's face and pulled her hand away from the blonde's cheek. She leaned in and chastely kissed her left cheekbone, the one that would turn three shades darker with purple and blue the next morning.
Emma let go of Regina's wrist and watched the older woman bolt from the apartment. She frowned as she suddenly started to worry about the brunette.
Worry, Emma internally asked herself. Why? It's not like she worries about me.
But as Regina rushed out of the building, she scolded herself for listening to the girl's words, even scolded herself for almost calling her by her first name during climax.
"If I'm beautiful then you're drop dead gorgeous."
You can't possibly believe that, Regina told herself. It would be foolish and weak. You have to break her. Crush her heart, her poor, unsuspecting heart.
With every last thought about ruining Emma Swan, the truth thrashed around in the back of her mind.
It'll be much harder to break her if you start to feel for her.
Regina threw herself into her Mercedes and carelessly tossed the bucket of cleaning supplies aside. Her door firmly shut, she yelled at the top of her lungs as she clutched the steering wheel.
You can't feel! You don't care. You're bitter with a black heart. Rip it out and prove that bitch right. It's as black as coal and it'll always be that way.
As she berated herself, she could have sworn she heard her mother's voice in her head. She heard her mother agree with every single syllable she thought.
She shook her head and eased up on her death grip on the wheel. She took out her keys and jammed them into the ignition before she peeled out of the parking lot and went back to work.
So...I don't know about you, but I think that was some sexy Swan Queen fun. :D Leave a review to share your opinions, though if you're going to put in some criticism, which I welcome, please do it constructively. Thanks!