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"Then who-?"
Mary Margaret's eyes went wide again and lit up twice as much as they had a minute ago.
"Regina?"
Emma hesitated before she confirmed it with a nod.
"Oh, Emma," Mary Margaret said with notable disappointment in her tone.
"Why her?"
Emma didn't say anything.
"What about Henry? Does he know," Mary Margaret asked.
Emma shook her head.
"No. She and I agreed we wouldn't tell him yet."
"But you plan on telling on him?"
"I guess. If we date long enough and things are still going well, yeah. I think he should know."
Mary Margaret scrunched up her face, confused.
"I just...don't get it. You two hate each other."
Emma practically snorted.
"Sometimes the best sex is sparked from hate," Emma said.
Mary Margaret's jaw dropped in shock, though she quickly tried to stifle a laugh at the blonde's words.
"What's the real problem you have with this," Emma asked after a minute.
Mary Margaret shook her head.
"I don't know what you mean," she said as her gaze shifted several times.
"I know when people are lying, but even if I didn't you're being completely obvious. Come on. What's making you look at me like I'm out of my mind? Is it because she's a woman?"
"No! No, Emma, nothing like that. It's fine. I mean, I thought...with the way you and Graham were..."
Mary Margaret trailed off and when Emma sensed she wasn't going to finish her sentence, at least not for a while, she jumped in to correct the woman.
"A person can be interested in both men and women. It's not unheard of."
"Of course not, I just-"
"He and I were... I don't know what we were. We weren't really anything. I think I just used him to get back at Regina."
"Get back at her?"
Mary Margaret had definitely been thrown for a loop.
"For what," the schoolteacher curiously asked.
"To prove I could handle anything she threw at me? I don't know. I just...I'd see her with Graham and...and I liked Graham so I just took what I knew I could have. He seemed interested in me and I flirted. The more time I spent with him, the more upset it made her. She'd get this look."
Emma stopped to remember how the brunette looked when she got angry before they started sleeping together. A smile slowly crept across her face.
Mary Margaret watched the blonde light up.
"Emma, I don't think you want to get involved with her."
Emma snapped out of her reverie.
"Why not?"
"For one, she's the Mayor. That makes her your boss."
"And I'm always late with my paperwork. If I satisfy her, she lets it slide," Emma joked with a lopsided smirk, though there was a small bit of truth in her statement.
"Oh...kay," Mary Margaret slowly said as she tried to wrap her head around their conversation. "Well, there's also the fact that she's not the easiest person to get to know."
"And I am? Tell me, what's my middle name? Or remind me why Henry's father isn't here with me? Do you know me well enough to know what happened to me that made me run away and live on the streets?"
Mary Margaret stood still and just swallowed. She had nothing to say. She couldn't answer any of those questions. She barely knew the woman that stood before her, the woman she considered a friend. Friends should know more about each other than what she knew about her roommate.
"You have a point," Mary Margaret replied with a curt nod. "But...help me understand this. Why her? I know Storybrooke isn't exactly full of people a person would want to romantically get involved with, but...the Mayor? I think she's the last person on anyone's list of people to sleep with."
"Well, she shouldn't be," Emma mumbled, though Mary Margaret heard every word.
When Emma looked over at her roommate, she noticed through her expression and body language that the woman was uncomfortable.
"Listen, if you're gonna lecture me-"
"No," Mary Margaret wildly shook her head. "You're twenty-eight years old. That's old enough to make your own decisions. And it's not like I'm not your mother. Although, at the next town meeting I'm probably not going to be thinking about anything but the two of you going at it."
Emma and Mary Margaret shared a laugh. After a moment, when the laughter subsided, Mary Margaret spoke again.
"Does she make you happy?"
Emma thought about it. There was a long pause as she replayed the events that led up to that point in her so called relationship with Regina. Another smile slowly graced her face.
Mary Margaret saw her glow. The blonde seemed warm and her features softened like a weight had been lifted.
"Yeah...I think she does," Emma nodded before she returned the other woman's gaze again.
"Okay," Mary Margaret smiled in response.
"Okay. ...So, um, I'm gonna put this shirt on now."
Mary Margaret laughed.
"Right."
Emma slipped the shirt on then leaned over and laced up her boots.
"I've got to go, but I'll see you later," Emma said as she headed for the door.
"Tonight?"
Emma turned back to Mary Margaret as she reached the door.
"Not tonight."
Mary Margaret knowingly smiled.
"When are they releasing David from the hospital,"Emma asked.
"Tomorrow."
"Okay," Emma nodded then pulled open the door. "See ya."
Emma strode right past Meredith at the front desk. She didn't even acknowledge the other woman's presence as she barged into Regina's office like she was entitled to do such a thing. The second she opened the door, she saw Henry in the corner drawing while Regina leafed through a stack of paperwork at her desk.
"Who's hungry," Emma smiled as she held up a take out bag from Granny's diner.
"Me," Henry exclaimed as he shot out of his chair and bounded toward Emma.
Regina looked up from her work and watched Henry grab the bag out of Emma's hand. He brought it down to eye level and peered into it.
"A burger, some fries...a sandwich?"
Henry looked up at Emma with an expression that read between incredulous and disgusted.
"I'm trying to watch my figure," Emma shrugged.
Henry shook his head then looked back into the bag. He didn't believe her for a second.
"Mm, and there's a...salad in here too. With dressing on the side?"
"Okay, kid," Emma said as she snatched the bag from him. "If you're gonna mock the food I got, you don't get any."
Emma tried to step around Henry, but he moved directly in front of her.
"Wait," Henry started. "I'm sorry. Just tell me the burger is for me."
Emma chuckled. She stared at him for a few seconds before she reached into the bag and handed him the burger.
"Yeah," she replied.
Henry hurriedly took the burger from Emma.
"Yes," he victoriously hissed.
Emma shook her head with a smile.
"All that excitement for a burger," Emma started then clicked her tongue behind her teeth. "Wonder what you'll do when I give you this."
Emma brought her other hand into view and revealed a thick, chocolate milk shake in her possession.
"Really," he happily asked with wide eyes as he looked between Emma and the shake.
"Really," Emma confirmed. "But I expect you to share with me, okay?"
"Yeah, whatever," he quickly said as he took the shake and went back to his seat.
"Henry," Regina scolded. "What do you say when someone gives you something?"
"Thank you," Henry said without commitment.
Emma laughed.
"You're welcome."
Emma walked toward Regina with the bag and placed it on the desk.
"What about you," Emma asked. "Are you hungry?"
Regina looked from the bag to green eyes.
"Not particularly."
"Well," Emma said as she reached into the bag and moved the sandwich aside. "I got you another Greek salad. I wasn't sure if you liked the one I got you before-"
"I did. Thank you," Regina gave a small smile. "But I..."
Regina trailed off to check on Henry. Convinced he was too immersed in his food to overhear their conversation, she continued, but with a quieter tone.
"But I told you this morning that I didn't need you to get me anything."
"Too bad. I couldn't resist," Emma smiled as she placed the salad in front of Regina.
"And the sandwich," Regina asked.
"I thought you'd appreciate it if I didn't eat anything overly fatty."
"So you're going on a diet...for me?"
Emma laughed.
"Hell no. I wouldn't go on a diet even if you threatened to withhold sex from me," Emma said and whispered when she said the word "sex" so Henry wouldn't hear.
"Really, dear?"
Regina looked over Emma from head to toe and back up to green eyes with a predatory stare.
Emma felt a heat surge through her as Regina checked her out. She almost licked her lips on the spot.
"I'm not on a diet and I'm not going on a diet," Emma said after a moment as she tried to keep even a small thread of dignity. "But I am doing you a favor. No burgers for lunch if you and I are going to...you know."
Regina grinned.
"Then you are on diet, dear. We've been together every day this week alone. What makes you think we'd slow down now?"
Emma bit her bottom lip as she felt a familiar tension between her legs. She clenched her thighs together to hinder her sexual hunger.
Regina's eyes immediately fell to Emma's thighs the moment the woman shifted in front of her. Her tongue slithered out past perfect, white teeth and licked her lips.
The sight made it harder for Emma to control her urge to take Regina right then. Henry was in the room and she was only there to take him back to the Sheriff's station with her.
Muscle memory, Emma mused. Guess that's what happens when you have sex every day at lunch for six days straight.
Emma cleared her throat and drew Regina's eyes to her own.
"But you've got to let me have some of that chocolate shake," Emma said.
Regina smiled.
"Fine," the brunette agreed after a quick moment.
"Thank you," Emma said with an overly sweet tone. She looked over at Henry as he wiped condiments off his face with the back of his hand then chomped down on another large bite. She looked back at Regina and kept her tone low before she added, "I'd kiss you right now if we were alone."
"We have a no kissing rule."
"Relax, Madam Mayor. It'd be on the cheek."
Regina smiled and looked over Emma again.
"Home by seven," Regina reminded the blonde.
"We'll be there," Emma promised as her eyes glittered.
Emma turned to Henry.
"Hey, kid. You ready to go?"
"Mhmm," Henry said as he finished chewing and placed the remainder of the burger back in its wrapper.
Emma glanced back at Regina as the brunette stood at her desk.
Henry grabbed his things then headed over to Emma.
Emma put an arm around Henry's shoulders and gently guided him toward the door. She slowed to a stop just as Henry left the office. She let him go into the lobby and turned back to Regina as the brunette came to stand behind her.
"See you tonight," Emma said then leaned in and kissed Regina on the cheek as she said she would have done less than a minute ago.
Regina looked over Emma's shoulder to see if she could spot Henry in the lobby then looked at Emma again when she didn't see him.
"Have fun," Regina said, a bit of sadness in her tone.
Emma picked up on it.
"You really haven't spent much time with him, have you."
Regina forced a tight-lipped smile to keep from crying.
"No, I haven't."
"I'll see if there's anything I can do about that."
Regina sadly laughed.
"You don't have to do that."
"I also don't have to do this," Emma said before she wrapped her arms around Regina's waist and pulled her in close.
Emma kissed Regina on the cheek again, but didn't stop at just one peck. She kissed her cheek over and over again as though she were trying to smother Regina.
"Miss Swan," Regina couldn't stifle the small laugh that escaped her as the younger woman continued to kiss her over and over. "Henry's in the lobby waiting for you."
"Mm," Emma hummed against Regina's cheek as she persisted with two more kisses then stopped.
Emma pulled her upper body away from Regina as she finally stopped kissing the mayor, but kept them pressed together by their lower bodies, her arms still wrapped around the brunette's waist.
"I don't understand any of this," Emma started. "I've never...I haven't been this lovey dovey in a long time. ...You wouldn't mind if I blamed it on you being the best sex in my life, right?"
Regina throatily chuckled.
"I'm flattered," she said.
Emma pecked her on the cheek again.
"I can't wait to touch you tonight," Emma confessed.
Regina pushed Emma against the door frame and pinned her there before she leaned in and pecked the Sheriff on the cheek herself. She moved lower and kissed just under Emma's jaw as she pushed back blonde hair then placed a wet kiss on the woman's pulse point.
"I'm going to make you feel so good tonight," Regina breathed against Emma's neck before she moved back and met the other woman's gaze again.
Emma quietly moaned.
"Well, I plan on misbehaving tonight," Emma grinned with a lustful gleam in her eyes.
Regina felt a shiver run down her spine and desire pool between her thighs. After a minute, she spoke again.
"You need to go," Regina said. "Henry."
"Right," Emma said and slowly detached herself from Regina.
"Emma," Henry asked for her as he started to walk back toward the office.
Emma stuffed her hands into the pockets of her red leather jacket.
"Sorry, kid," Emma said as she looked over at the boy when he came to stand between her and Regina. "I'm coming. While you're here, why don't you say bye to your mom?"
Henry looked between the two women then held Emma's gaze for a long moment.
"Bye, Mom," Henry said then stepped toward Regina and gave her a hug.
"Thank you," Regina mouthed to Emma as she engulfed Henry in a much longed for embrace.
Emma smiled and gave a nod meant as a silent "you're welcome."
Henry pulled away and Emma took one hand out of her jacket pocket. She placed it on one of Henry's shoulders and turned him toward the lobby.
"I'm gonna kick your little butt," Emma said as she and Henry left Regina.
"Yeah, right. I'm gonna take you down, Swan."
Regina almost laughed as she heard the two of them argue on their way out.
Henry rolled the ball down the lane. After a few seconds, the ball connected with all ten pins. A strike.
"Booyah," Henry threw his hands up high in the air as he spun around to face Emma with a beaming expression. "I'm fifteen points ahead and we're in the ninth frame. There's no way you're catching up."
Emma shook her head with a smile.
"You're humble like you're mom too, I see," Emma said.
Henry frowned.
"Speaking of my mom," he started. "What's going on with you two? You're over for dinner even when I don't ask you to be and then last night you spent the night. What's that mean?"
"It means she and I are getting along."
"So...are you friends?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess."
"Is that because you're keeping an eye on her Evil Queen behavior?"
Emma looked confused for a moment before she remembered their conversation where she promised she'd look out for Evil Queen tendencies.
"Not specifically. But I guess if she did anything Evil Queen-like, I'd notice."
Henry nodded.
"That's good. Just...be careful. She can be your worst enemy. She's supposed to be. You're the Savior, the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. She hates Snow White and you're the only one who can break the curse she cast on everyone."
"Curse?"
"Yeah. Didn't you read the book?"
"I skimmed it."
"Did you at least read about the Evil Queen?"
"Oh, right. The curse she cast to punish Snow White. Okay, so...the Savior is the only one who can break the curse?"
"Yep."
"And what happens when the curse breaks?"
"Everybody should remember who they are, but I'm not really sure what that means. The book only explains so much, you know?"
"Right."
"So, do you believe me now? About the book?"
"You're asking me to believe in fairy tales and that I'm related to them. No, I don't believe it. But I'm not saying you're crazy for believing it yourself."
"You're not saying it, but you're thinking it."
"No, Henry," Emma said as she crouched down to put herself at eye level with the boy. "I don't think that at all."
Emma sighed as she struggled to find a way to explain herself.
"It's just...really hard for people to wrap their heads around something like that. It's like...okay, if I told you that you were related to Superman, would you just embrace it or would you have questions? You know, take time to think about the possibility."
"I guess I'd ask questions."
"That's all I'm doing. I'm not saying it's not true, the fairy tales. I just...I want to know more about it before I commit to believing in it. Do you understand?"
Henry pinched his face in a contemplating expression as he thought about it.
"Yeah, I get it," he finally said. "Anyway, it's your turn."
Emma smiled and ruffled up his hair before she grabbed a bowling ball and got ready to throw it.
Emma took a deep breath and relaxed with the ball in her hands as she stood at the ready. She focused on the pins and went for it.
The ball rolled down the lane and curved with the wooden floor until it righted itself at the last moment. The ball knocked down eight pins.
"Wow," Henry said from the table. "That's the best you've bowled all night."
"Shut up," Emma laughed.
"You still won't catch up to me."
"We'll see about that."
Emma grabbed another ball and set herself. She wasn't much of a bowler, but all she had to do was focus and it seemed to instantly help her score.
She rolled the ball and the last two pins went down.
"Yes," Emma smiled and clapped her hands as she watched the pins slowly reset.
She turned back to Henry.
"Picked up a spare. I may just catch up to you yet," she said to Henry.
"Sure," Henry sarcastically drawled out.
"You're all talk," Emma said.
"Like my mom?"
"Actually, she packs a punch. Why would you say that anyway?"
"You've been comparing me to her a lot today."
"Ah, sorry. The more time I spend with her, the more I see the similarities between you two. You should really spend more time with her too."
Henry shrugged.
Emma wasn't going to fight him.
"Well, come on. Show me that arm. We're in the last frame. Beat me and prove that you can whip my sore butt."
"Sore," Henry asked, a small laugh as he spoke. "Don't you mean sorry?"
"No, I mean sore. If you get two more strikes to close out the game, I'll be a sore loser."
And sore because of the slight spanking Regina had given her that morning, but she wouldn't dare mention that.
Emma pulled her phone out and checked the time.
"Let's go, kid. It's a quarter to seven. You're mom will kill me if we're late."
"You joke about that, but I think she would," Henry casually said as he picked up a ball.
Emma lightly laughed, though she didn't like the idea of Henry thinking his own mother was some Evil Queen trying to destroy everyone in town.
Henry bowled a strike.
"I'm about to prove I didn't get my bowling skills from you," Henry smugly said.
"Yeah, yeah."
Henry took another ball and prepared to throw. A few seconds later, he let it roll.
Emma watched in fascination as the ball approached the pins. Nine pins down.
"Shit," Emma blinked, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Told ya," Henry smirked.
And without even trying, he rolled the ball again and knocked down the last pin.
Emma rang the doorbell five minutes after seven o'clock. She waited beside Henry on the porch as the kid continued to mock her poor bowling skills.
"I knew you were gonna lose, but I didn't think it'd be that bad."
"Oh, give me a break. I could've done worse."
Regina opened the door just as Henry responded.
"Really, 'cause that was the most anti-climatic game of bowling I've ever played," Henry teased.
Regina furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side as she grinned at her son's words. She was impressed with his comeback. He was getting so big and so smart.
"You're ten. You haven't played nearly enough games to say that."
"You knocked over three pins then threw a gutter ball."
Regina chuckled.
"Whatever. I could hustle you at pool."
"Then can we play that tomorrow?"
"Absolutely not," Regina cut in.
"Why not," Henry whined.
"Because the only pool table in this town is at the local bar," Regina replied.
"So?"
"Sorry, kid, but I draw the line at taking you to a bar. It's not gonna happen," Emma said.
"Okay."
Henry walked past Regina into the house.
"He beat you at bowling again, did he," Regina asked with a knowing grin, pleased with what she'd heard about Henry's victory.
"He did. He's got amazing focus. And a hell of an arm. He should really play sports."
"No sports. He could get hurt."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously."
"So if he wanted to try out for little league, you'd tell him no because he could get hurt?"
"Yes, but he wouldn't try out anyway."
"Regina, he's a kid. He's gonna get hurt. He could be running outside and trip. He'll scrape his knee and bruise himself. It's perfectly normal for a kid to get hurt."
"Well, like I said, he wouldn't try out anyway."
Regina stepped back and Emma moved inside. She closed the door behind the blonde.
"But if he did?"
Regina sighed.
"Would it really be that big a deal if he didn't play sports, Miss Swan?"
"If he wanted to play and his mom wouldn't let him, yeah."
"What could he possibly get from playing such foolish games, really?"
"Friends. A rush from winning. Getting good exercise. Ten year olds should be active. Let him play, be a kid. He's too serious."
"He seems fine to me."
"Does he?"
Regina stopped on her way to the kitchen and looked over at Emma.
"I know I'm probably out of line. What would I know about raising kids, right?"
"You would be correct, dear."
"But I know what it's like to be a kid. I didn't have much and no one really let me do anything. None of my foster parents cared enough to ask what I wanted."
Regina just listened.
"Maybe if someone had taken the time to care, I wouldn't have run off and tried to survive on the streets."
"Are you saying that Henry would run away if I denied him the ability to play games he's never once shown interest in?"
Emma shrugged.
"I'm just saying...if he did show interest, you could at least listen."
Regina frowned.
"I don't like what you're implying, Miss Swan."
Emma defensively raised her hands.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight. I'm sorry. I just... It might help with trying to spend more time with him."
Regina thought about it.
"Fine," she agreed. "If he should ask about things that I'd rather he not do, I'll consider it. I'll listen."
Emma smiled.
"Good. Now where's that lasagna. I'm starving."
Emma set Henry's shoes on the other side of the nightstand like she did every time she put Henry to bed. That time, her actions received a question.
"Why do you put my shoes there," Henry asked as he sat up in his bed wearing a loose, dark blue T-shirt and green and blue plaid pajama pants.
"Oh," Emma frowned as she looked down at his shoes like she just realized she'd put them there. "Well, it's something they made us do at the orphanage."
Henry looked down.
"Oh, sorry," he softly said.
"No, don't worry about it," Emma shook her head and sat down on the side of the bed. "It's not like you brought up a bad memory or anything. I just do it so often I kind of forget that I'm doing it."
Henry looked up and met green eyes.
Emma smiled at him, a genuine smile meant to assure him he hadn't said or done anything to upset her.
Henry smiled back.
"Get some sleep, kid," Emma said as she patted his leg, covered by his comforter, and stood.
"Wait," Henry stopped her. "Can you read me a bedtime story? Or...at least tell me one?"
"Oh, kid. I suck at coming up with stories and I left your book at my apartment."
"I'll help you tell one!"
Henry's face lit up with excitement as he sat up straighter.
Emma scrunched up her face, uncertain, while stuck in thought.
Henry looked at her with expectancy and hope.
"Okay," Emma agreed.
Henry beamed.
Emma leaned in and lowered her voice so only he could hear her.
"But only if you invite your mom to join us."
Henry looked straight into Emma's eyes for a long moment before he looked over his shoulder at the empty doorway, his door wide open.
"Mom!"
Emma cringed at the loudness of Henry's call for Regina, especially since he'd yelled in her ear give or take a few inches of space between her ear and his mouth.
Regina furrowed her brow in confusion as she listened outside Henry's bedroom. She stood off to the side and against the wall, out of sight. When she heard her title of "Mom", heard Henry call for her, it caught her off guard.
Regina stepped into the doorway and kept the surprise she felt out of her features.
"Yes?"
"Emma's going to tell me a story. Will you listen with me?"
When it came to Henry, Regina completely forgot to hide her emotions. Shock appeared on her face as her jaw dropped at the request.
Emma looked over her shoulder and smiled at Regina's open-mouthed expression.
"You...you want me to join you?"
"Yeah," Henry said with a nod.
Henry looked at Emma as the blonde looked between Regina and him.
Emma looked at Henry and sensed he wanted to add something. She waited for Henry to continue, a little stunned and a lot curious as to what he'd say.
"You can sit right next to me," Henry made his addendum as he pulled one of the two pillows out from behind him and placed it beside him on the bed.
He fluffed it up a bit and smiled at Regina.
Regina slowly started to smile herself and felt her heart warm at the extent of Henry's invitation.
Emma brightly smiled at Henry, proud and impressed.
Henry looked at Emma and her expression caused his smile to widen. He knew he'd done well.
Regina crossed the room to the bed and stepped out of her heels. She laid next to him in the bed, a little rigid, and turned onto her side just to fit onto the twin sized mattress.
Regina cleared her throat, uncomfortable in such a position in front of Emma. It didn't help matters when she found Emma's eyes locked onto her.
Emma tucked her legs under herself and sat cross-legged next to Henry on the other side of the bed. She faced the boy and his brunette mother. She kept her attention on Regina as she adjusted to the new position then looked at Henry. She smiled at him then bit her bottom lip and tried to think.
"Okay," Emma said after a minute. "I know your thing is fairy tales, Henry, but I might just deviate a little from the usual story about a princess. Is that okay?"
"Yeah," Henry nodded.
"You still gonna help me tell it?"
"Yep."
Emma smiled.
"Good."
Emma took a brief moment to ready herself, as stupid as that sounded.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl."
"You mean a princess," Henry asked.
Emma shook her head.
"No, I mean a girl."
"So she's not a princess?"
"If you let me continue the story, you'll find out what she is. You're suppose to help tell the story, not correct it," she said with a smile.
"Sorry," Henry smiled back.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl," Emma started again. "She wasn't a princess. She knew how the world worked. She could fight for herself and she often had to. In fairy tale terms, I guess she was a knight."
"A girl knight," Henry incredulously asked.
"Yeah, got a problem with a girl knight?"
"No, but please don't tell me this story is about Mulan."
"Why? Don't you like Mulan?"
"I do, but now you've got me curious. I want to hear an Emma Swan original story."
Emma looked from Henry to Regina.
"Well, go on, dear. I for one would like to know how this ends," Regina encouraged her with a grin.
Emma shifted on the bed then cleared her throat.
"It's not about Mulan," Emma said before she continued. "This female knight kept her name and her very identity a secret, much like Mulan, but she's not Mulan."
Henry silently laughed at that. Even Regina couldn't resist a smile.
"She never felt like she belonged. She didn't have a home, but she had heart. She knew she could fight and that was all she knew how to do."
Henry frowned.
"What kind of knight doesn't have confidence in themself," Henry asked.
"The kind that has confidence in her skills. That's all a knight ever needs, right? Skills?"
Henry shrugged.
"I guess," he said.
"And loyalty," Regina added with a regal voice. "If a knight isn't loyal, the person they're supposed to be protecting isn't really protected. A knight's skills are only as useful as their loyalty."
Henry and Emma stared, both slack-jawed, at Regina.
"What? I read too," Regina defended her words. "Not to mention, you don't have to have a knight around to want loyalty. Without it, you have no one. Without it, you can't trust anyone."
Emma closed her mouth only to frown. She nodded as she kept her eyes on Regina. A moment later, she began again.
"This girl, this knight, traveled alone. She didn't belong to a Guard. One night, she made her way through the woods and stumbled upon a grand palace."
"And in the palace lived a princess," Henry threw in.
Emma furrowed her brow.
"Not a prince?"
"No. A princess. But she did have a prince trying to court her."
"Alright," Emma agreed with uncertainty. "The knight stumbled upon the princess' palace. She went to get a closer look, her curiosity stronger than her need to distance herself for survival."
"Why distance herself," Henry asked, confused.
"Because as long as she never let anyone in, she couldn't get hurt," Emma answered.
Regina stared at Emma with understanding. Emma didn't notice, however. Not until-
"Did the princess feel the same way," Henry asked.
Emma looked over at Regina and saw the pain and hurt that drowned brown eyes in sadness.
"Yes," Emma replied, her eyes locked on Regina's.
Henry had fallen asleep before they could finish the story. The last thing he heard about the knight and the princess was how they met.
He struggled to keep his eyes open after Emma told him the knight had asked the princess if she was okay when she noticed the princess had been crying. His eyes drooped when Emma told him the princess lost her temper, or in Emma's words "was pissed off she'd been seen crying." He smiled when Regina predictably didn't hesitate to scold her for her fowl language.
Emma had then corrected herself and smartly continued to say, "The princess didn't appreciate being seen in a vulnerable state." She'd gone on to say the knight charmed her way into a decent conversation with the princess, though she'd described it in a little more detail than that. But that was when Henry's breathing had slowed and evened out. He didn't get to hear the princess' response to the knight's question of, "May I come up?"
Regina leaned in and kissed Henry on the forehead before she removed herself from his bed.
Emma smoothed out his hair as she got up and stood at the side of his bed. She smiled at him before she turned and followed Regina toward the bedroom door.
Regina turned off the light as Emma closed the last few feet between them.
Emma closed the door after them and continued to follow Regina until she joined the brunette in the master bedroom. Again, she closed the door behind them, that time with a grin.
"So...are you gonna dance for me now," Emma asked with a predatory gleam in her eyes as she slowly approached Regina by the bed.
Regina laughed as she looked at Emma.
"Some knight you are," Regina sarcastically said as she started to walk toward the bathroom.
Emma grabbed Regina's arm and stopped her from disappearing into the other room. She spun the other woman around to face her and nervously gulped before she knelt in front of Regina. She moved her hand down Regina's arm to take one of the brunette's hands in her own. She never took her eyes off Regina's as she did it all.
"Even though you owe me a dance, I'll do this first," Emma said. "I, Emma Swan, am a devoted knight. I am your knight. And I hereby declare my loyalty to you."
Regina stood speechless. It took a few seconds of staring into green eyes before she regained use of her vocal chords.
"But you haven't been properly knighted."
Emma furrowed her brow and scanned around the room. When her search came up fruitless, she found Regina's eyes.
"Got anything you can knight me with," she asked.
"You want me to actually knight you?"
Emma nodded with a smile.
Regina's mouth fell wide open, completely baffled by Emma's request.
"You don't want that," Regina insisted after a moment.
"Sure, I do," Emma continued to smile. "Now, come on, there's got to be something in here you can use."
Emma remained on her knees as she looked around the room again.
"Are you sure you want to do this," Regina asked, still utterly shocked though a warmth spread across her body like a tidal wave washing into shore.
The feeling made her skin tingle and goosebumps appeared all over her arms and legs under her work attire.
Emma stopped looking around the room yet again to make eye contact with Regina. She stared right into those brown eyes that were always conflicted and conveyed her answer in a single look. But she confirmed it with words anyway, for clarification. She wanted to ensure there was no misunderstanding.
"Yes."
Regina took a deep breath. She squeezed Emma's hand before she let it go and turned to her nightstand.
"Then I believe I have just the thing," Regina said as she walked away from Emma.
She opened the drawer to the nightstand and retrieved a letter opener. She closed the drawer and turned back to Emma.
The room light reflected off the golden letter opener and Emma's eyes widened.
"You keep a letter opener by your bed?"
"No, I was opening the mail last week in my study, which is where I normally keep it, but I came up here to look at the mail. It was late and I just decided to put it in the drawer. I keep forgetting to put it back down in the study."
By the time Regina finished her explanation, she stood in front of Emma once again. She stared at the blonde on her knees before her for a long, quiet moment.
The house was silent, completely still. The two women didn't say a word as they continued to stare at each other for that moment.
Regina stood still with the letter opener in her hands as she sandwiched the tip of it between her thumb and index finger of her left hand. Her right hand gripped the base of the letter opener, her palm tightly closed around it. She took another deep breath then extended the letter opener completely in her right hand toward Emma's left shoulder.
"It is with great honor," Right started. "That I dub thee Miss Emma Swan..."
Regina trailed off as she placed the letter opener on Emma's shoulder. She raised it and moved it over Emma's head to the blonde's right shoulder.
"A Royal Knight."
She pulled the letter opener away from Emma, the blonde's eyes trained on her the entire time Regina had "knighted" her, then added on to the title.
"A White Knight."
"...My Queen," Emma said as she respectfully bowed her head.
Regina gasped and released the letter opener. It fell onto the carpet with a small thud neither woman heard. She stood completely still, more tense than she'd ever been in her entire life, and stared down at blonde curls.
Emma lifted her head and looked up at Regina with a smirk.
"While I'm down here," Emma purred and reached around Regina to pull down the zipper of the brunette's pencil skirt.
Emma pulled the skirt up to bunch at the Mayor's hips as the woman watched her.
The shock in Regina's expression, Emma noted, had started to disappear. As she ran her hands up Regina's legs then her inner thighs, she quickly noticed that initial shock was replaced with desire.
Emma leaned in and slowly breathed hot air onto one of Regina's inner thighs.
Regina grabbed a fistful of blonde curls and closed her eyes.
Emma leaned in further and pressed her lips to the exposed flesh. She licked the area between her lips then nibbled on the soft skin.
Regina whimpered and held Emma's head close to her thigh. She tugged upward on Emma's hair and forced the woman to apply her kisses and gentle bites in a trail toward her own sex.
Emma hooked a finger in Regina's thin and wet panties and pulled them down to Regina's ankles.
She grabbed Regina's right leg and tossed it over her left shoulder, which brought Regina's center directly onto her mouth.
Regina moaned and tensed the leg slung over Emma's shoulder. She gripped Emma's other shoulder with her hand and her breathing became labored.
Emma slid her tongue up Regina's slit before she swirled the tip of it over her clit.
Regina lurched forward and smothered Emma between her legs as she weighed down the blonde's shoulder.
Emma took on the added weight, not that Regina was heavy, and teasingly circled a fingertip around Regina's slick opening. She pressed her tongue against Regina's clit then swiped at it a few times with a flick.
"Emma," Regina hissed as she tightened her grip on the younger woman's shoulder.
Emma moaned against Regina's clit and sent vibrations through the other woman.
Regina rolled her hips to force more contact out of her.
Emma grinned against Regina as she sucked on the woman's clit and slipped two fingers inside the Mayor's self-lubricated sex. She took her time as she moved in and out of Regina while she simultaneously savored the feast she had on the woman's clit.
Regina pushed forward again and Emma knew if the brunette pushed any further she would topple over her.
Emma reached up between Regina's legs with her free arm and sped up her pace with her other hand.
Regina cut off every moan to ensure they wouldn't be heard by Henry, though she still managed to make sound. Enough so that Emma enjoyed every last one.
Emma placed a hand on the small of Regina's back as she nipped at the other woman's clit.
Regina clenched around Emma's fingers before the other woman eased in a third finger then charged forward as she came undone.
Emma immediately cradled Regina with the arm she'd placed between the woman's legs and rested the hand of that arm on Regina's lower back. She continued her pace, in and out, as she tasted Regina on her tongue. She held Regina as the woman's knees buckled beneath her. She slowly set Regina onto the floor on her back while the other woman kept her fist balled up around Emma's hair.
Regina felt the carpet beneath her as she panted and started to recover from her orgasm. She let go of Emma's hair and carelessly dropped her arm onto the floor beside herself.
Emma slowly moved in and out of Regina a few more times to make sure Regina had rode out the orgasm as long as possible then pulled out completely. She replaced her fingers with her tongue and lapped up every last bit of Regina.
Regina hummed as she kept her leg lazily draped over Emma's shoulder.
"You are amazing," Regina slowly said with her eyes closed. "If you can fight as well as you can fuck, you're officially the best knight I've ever had."
"Language, Madam Mayor," Emma teased as she slid up Regina's body. "And when have you ever had knights?"
Regina's eyes shot open as she realized the slip up.
"Never. It was just a saying," Regina corrected. "If I'd had knights and you fought well then you would be the best knight I'd ever had."
Emma smiled and pecked Regina on the cheek then, thankfully for Regina, changed the subject.
"Now can I get that strip tease slash lap dance," Emma asked. "I think I've earned it."
Regina grinned at Emma and ran a hand over tangled blonde tresses.
"Yes, dear. You certainly have, but I don't have music."
"I do," Emma grinned like the cat that ate the canary.
It only took five minutes for Emma to retrieve her iPod and a small portable speaker from her yellow bug before she returned to Regina's bedroom. When she rejoined the brunette, Regina had smoothed out her skirt and blouse and fixed her hair. She looked as composed as a person who hadn't just been sexually satisfied only minutes ago.
'Cause it would be a crime not to always be so put together, Emma thought.
"I've got over a hundred songs on this thing," Emma said as she plugged the speaker into the headphone jack of her iPod. "A lot of them aren't songs you can dance to, but I've still got plenty of those."
Emma set the speaker on Regina's nightstand and scrolled through her music library.
Regina came to stand behind Emma and looked over the woman's shoulder at the song selection.
"What the hell is all that," Regina asked as she pointed to the list of songs Emma looked through.
"Modern music," Emma tried to stifle a chuckle. "What do you listen to? Opera? Classical? Anything without lyrics and it has to be in a foreign language, right?"
Regina rolled her eyes.
"No, I've listened to plenty of music from the eighties as well. That's as modern as my music taste gets."
Emma bit her bottom lip.
"Then things are about to get interesting," Emma said as she turned back to her iPod and found an old song she hadn't listened to in years.
Emma selected the song and turned down the volume before the music softly played out of the single speaker. She set the iPod down on the nightstand next to the speaker and turned to face Regina. She smirked as she stepped toward the brunette.
Every step she took forward, Regina took one back. Emma reached out and started to unbutton Regina's blouse.
Regina licked her lips and grinned as she backed up toward the foot of the bed. When the vocals started, Regina pushed Emma onto the bed.
Emma plopped down and reached up to continue with Regina's buttons.
Regina pushed Emma's hands away with a grin and brought her own hands up to the third button on the blouse – where Emma had left off. She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse while she listened to the song's lyrics.
Then the chorus started.
"I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons, babe. Uh huh. But you keep frontin'. Uhn. Sayin' what you gon' do to me. Uh huh. But I ain't seen nothin'. I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons, babe."
Regina stopped unbuttoning her blouse and shook her head.
"Now I see why you picked this song," Regina said. "Though I don't particularly care for it."
"Maybe I can change your mind," Emma said as she put her hands on Regina's hips and pulled her closer. "Keep going."
Regina chuckled and did as Emma said. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and slipped out of it. She let it fall to the floor and paid it absolutely no attention as she stood in a dark, lacy red bra.
"Bold choice," Emma said as she appreciated Regina's newly exposed skin.
"Do you like it," Regina asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Definitely," Emma lustfully growled as she leaned forward and kissed just under Regina's bra.
She ran her tongue over the skin to leave it wet before she bit down then sucked. She licked the skin again to soothe the bite mark she hadn't put much force into in the first place.
"I thought this was supposed to be for you," Regina said as she placed a finger under Emma's chin and lifted the blonde's attention up to her eyes.
"It is," Emma replied. "And I like to touch."
"Yes, you do," Regina purred before she reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt.
Regina removed the skirt and let it fall to the floor just like her blouse.
Emma reached out and traced Regina's exposed hipbones with a fingertip or two. She trailed her fingers down and stopped them just above Regina's center.
Regina took Emma's hand and placed it in Emma's lap.
"You should refrain from touching me until after this little charade you asked for," Regina grinned from ear to ear. "Otherwise we won't finish."
"Would that really be all that bad," Emma asked as she reached out to touch her again.
"You'd want me to do it again on some future date," Regina started. "And I will not do this again. It's now or never."
Emma sighed and dropped her hands into her lap.
"Fine. You're right. Continue."
Emma smiled up at Regina.
Regina reached around herself and unclasped her bra. She kept her breasts covered and the straps remained on her shoulders. She turned around and glanced over her shoulder at Emma, bra still in place.
Emma slid onto the edge of the bed and dipped her head down to the small of Regina's back. She kissed it before she dipped her head lower and kissed the top of the swell of Regina's ass.
Regina slowly lowered herself into Emma's lap with a roll of her hips in time with the beat of the song as it came to an end. On her way down, she slid the bra off and tossed it onto the floor.
She pushed her hips back and brushed against Emma's lower abdomen. She followed the rhythm of the music as the song changed to a slow, more sensual one. Regina looked over her shoulder at Emma again. Though she moved with confidence, her face showed otherwise. She gulped as she continued to grind against Emma, but her uncertainty stemmed from the new sensuality of their changing relationship. It wasn't something she was used to and she wasn't sure how to proceed.
She hadn't felt the way she did with Emma in a long time.
Emma saw the look on Regina's face and, though she wasn't much good at it herself, she tried to make Regina feel safe enough to at least regain her confidence. She wrapped her arms around Regina and groped her bare breasts.
Regina's breath hitched at the touch and she arched her back into it. She rolled her hips over and over against Emma. She didn't stop even as she sat completely naked in front of Emma Swan.
Emma pressed her lips to Regina's right shoulder blade. Her fingers brushed against Regina's breast and brought her hand behind Regina's back. She raised it to tuck a strand of hair behind the other woman's ear. As she ran her hand from Regina's ear down between her shoulder blades, she leaned in and kissed the base of Regina's neck.
Emma slid her other hand down Regina's front and used it to cup one of Regina's thighs. She squeezed it and pulled it away from the other one. She spread Regina's legs and fluidly maneuvered her knee between them.
Regina persisted with her slow grind, though she adjusted to move against Emma's jean-covered thigh instead of her lower abdomen.
Emma lifted her leg to match Regina's movements.
Regina moaned, but she tried to keep quiet.
"I'll ruin your skirt," Regina said, though she didn't still her movements.
"I can always wash it later," Emma said as she too didn't still her movements. "It'll be worth it."
Regina gripped the sheets on either side of Emma. She pushed down hard on Emma's thigh the next time around and leaned back. She tilted her head to the side and fit Emma's head snugly between her face and her shoulder.
Emma had no problem taking the hint and started to kiss the crook of Regina's neck. At the same time she started to lick and bite, she kneaded one of Regina's breasts and slid her hand up Regina's thigh toward the woman's center.
Regina breathed out and emitted a small, quiet moan. She rolled her hips forward again, a bit faster than the beat of the song, to push Emma's hand closer to her center.
Emma grinned against Regina's neck and played with the woman's folds as she teasingly moved her fingers through them.
Regina reached back and harshly gripped a fistful of Emma's hair. She held the younger woman against her neck and moved one of her feet from the floor to the edge of the bed. She used it as leverage to help keep her rhythm while the other foot that remained on the floor grounded her.
Emma bit and sucked harder at Regina's pulse point as she slid two fingers up to the other woman's clit. She rubbed circles over the sensitive bundle and felt Regina shudder above her. She fought Regina's hold on her hair and licked from the woman's pulse point up to her ear with the flat of her tongue. She flicked the tip of it over Regina's earlobe before she nipped it with her teeth and sucked it between her lips.
Regina pushed herself back and pressed her body against Emma's. She tilted her head back and rested it on one of Emma's shoulders.
"Back," Regina breathlessly demanded.
Emma didn't do anything other than slide her fingers down from Regina's clit to her opening.
Regina squirmed as she gave a high-pitched yelp. She had never made such a sound and she didn't think she wanted to make it again, though Emma seemed to know how to get foreign sounds out of her. Also, when Emma was the one to cause those sounds, part of her couldn't care she'd made them in the first place.
"Back," Regina ordered more forcefully that time.
Emma remained in place, but decided to give Regina something to moan about when she didn't know what the brunette actually wanted. She dipped two fingers inside Regina and tuned her head to the woman's temple.
Regina moaned, just as Emma had tried to accomplish, and bucked her hips to push Emma's fingers deeper. She pressed herself harder against Emma and reached behind the blonde's head to clamp her fist around a bundle of the younger woman's hair. She tugged at Emma's hair and forced the other woman to tip her head back.
"Back," Regina growled. "Lay...back."
Suddenly, it clicked. Emma grinned and laughed at herself for finally understanding. She leaned back as she traced circles over Regina's nipple. She felt the nipple harden just as her back hit the bed.
"It's too bad you won't do this again," Emma purred in Regina's ear. "Because I have a feeling is going to be extremely fun for both of us."
Regina turned her head slowly enough to give Emma plenty of time to turn away a bit. She forced her way between Emma's neck and cheek and playfully nipped at Emma's earlobe.
Emma smiled and, for the first time in a long time, giggled. She pulled her fingers almost completely out of Regina before she slid them back in, knuckle deep, then matched pace with the rhythm of the song.
Regina kept Emma's earlobe between her lips even as she parted them and throatily whimpered in the other woman's ear. She moved Emma's hair to fan out in a tangled mess with the hand that refused to let go of blonde tresses. She rolled her hips in time with Emma and used her other hand to grip the sheets beside both her leg and Emma's.
She panted into Emma's ear with each thrust. She felt Emma move in and out, in and out, then on the next inward thrust the song changed over.
Emma curled her fingers as she waited for the next song to play and within seconds, a song with a faster beat came out of the speaker. She deviously grinned as she quickly adjusted to the new rhythm and slightly hurried her pace.
Regina arched her back and sped up the movement of her hips to keep up with Emma. She gasped and tried to swallow a loud moan when Emma pinched her nipple. Instead of vocalizing her pleasure like she normally would, she breathed out more audibly than usual.
Emma felt Regina's hot breath on her ear as the woman fought off moan after moan. She bit her bottom lip and swore to herself she would commit every song that played to memory. She wanted to remember every last breath, quieted moan, and stifled whimper from that night. She wanted to remember how Regina felt as she writhed on top of her, clenched around her fingers, kept her face buried in the crook of her neck. All of it.
Regina finally let go of Emma's hair and slid that hand to Emma's hand on her breast. She squeezed the blonde's hand, and in turn her own breast, before she guided that hand down her stomach. Both continued to move together as Regina brought Emma's hand to her clit. When the younger woman's fingertips swiped against sensitive nerves, Regina's breath hitched and she tightened her grip on the bed sheets.
She licked her lips between ragged breaths that were still directed at Emma's ear.
Emma took control and brought both their hands down toward Regina's opening. She wet her own fingers with Regina's arousal then brought them, along with Regina's hand, back up to the other woman's clit. She started to stroke and tease Regina's clit while the other woman kept her hand over top of hers.
Regina turned away from Emma and allowed her face to hover over the bed sheets. She released the sheets with her hand and slid her arm over the bed up toward her face. Just before the heel of her palm could press against her forehead, she turned back to Emma who had already turned her own head to look at Regina.
Green eyes met brown as Regina licked her lips again, her breathing still erratic.
In one look, Emma recognized something. Something she'd want to remember along with every other moment spent inside those bedroom walls with the Mayor of Storybrooke. A look. A look that told her what came next.
"Now?"
Regina nodded and squeezed Emma's hand before she emitted a strangled moan. She launched herself at Emma and nuzzled into the blonde's neck before she licked under Emma's ear, near her jawline, and bit down on the skin afterward. Her walls tightened around Emma's fingers while her harsh bite drove the blonde to arch her neck and squeeze her eyes shut.
Emma opened her mouth in a silent scream at the same time she heard Regina moan into the bite. In that moment, Regina had only done it to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.
Regina started to relax and eased her teeth out of Emma's skin.
"Sorry," Regina whispered near Emma's ear.
Emma's expression relaxed and a grin spread across her face.
"Never...apologize...for something like that," Emma said before she turned her head and locked eyes with Regina as the other woman pulled away from her neck.
Emma removed her fingers from Regina and laced the fingers of her other hand with Regina's. She pulled their joined hands away from Regina's sex altogether then wrapped her other arm around Regina's waist. In one swift movement, Emma rolled Regina over toward the head of the bed.
Regina gasped before she landed face down on the bed beneath Emma.
Emma smiled and laughed as she straddled Regina's hips from behind.
As quickly as Emma found herself on top, Regina bucked her hips toward Emma and nudged a leg between Emma's legs. She twisted her body to roll Emma onto her back while she also flipped herself around to face the blonde. Regina straddled Emma's leg once she'd managed to pin the younger woman down.
Regina smirked at Emma with a wicked gleam in her eyes before she slid off Emma's thigh and rolled onto her side next to Emma. She flashed a predatory grin at Emma and put a hand on Emma's thighs, her fingers on the woman's inner thigh. She slowly ran them up Emma's tights toward the younger woman's sex.
Emma's breath hitched as she looked at Regina and felt the brunette's hand inch closer to the apex of her legs. She brought her coated fingers – coated with the evidence of Regina's release – to her lips. She spread her legs for Regina the closer the woman got to her center while she sucked her fingers clean. She feasted on her fingers slowly, her eyes on Regina, as she savored the brunette's taste.
"So accommodating," Regina purred. "As usual."
Regina leaned in and trapped Emma's bottom lip between both of her own lips. She nipped then sucked it and pulled Emma's lip away from the woman's mouth.
Emma put a hand on the back of Regina's head and kept her close as she pressed her upper lip against Regina's in a soft kiss.
Regina immediately released Emma's bottom lip and pulled away from her to break the kiss just as her hand reached Emma's sex. She started to rub her hand over the material of Emma's black tights to tease her.
It worked.
"Regina," Emma breathed out in a moan.
"Take off your tights," Regina said as she continued to rub.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
It was a joke. Regina knew that, but it didn't stop her from grinning. She hummed her approval of Emma's use of her precious title, one not held since she enacted the curse and created Storybrooke twenty-eight years ago.
Emma lifted her hips off the bed and began to pull down her tights.
Only then did Regina stop teasing Emma's center.
"Panties too, dear," Regina told her.
Emma hooked her thumbs into her panties as she continued to push her tights down her thighs. Within a few seconds, her panties joined her tights when she pulled them down to her ankles. She kicked them off and they fell in a ball on the floor beside the bed.
Regina seductively chuckled as she leaned in and placed a hand on Emma's knee. In an instant, she pushed Emma's leg away from her and turned Emma onto her right side, toward the foot of the bed.
Emma looked over her shoulder at Regina and caught sight of the woman's ever present grin.
"Be good and keep quiet," Regina purred before she slid two fingers into Emma from behind.
Emma gasped at the intrusion and gripped the sheets.
Regina started with a rapid pace as she rigorously pumped in and out of the younger woman.
Emma moaned and buried her face in the sheets to muffle the sound.
Regina watched her hand, though not visible under the cover of Emma's skirt, move in and out of the woman. The skirt that blocked her view of that particular part of Emma's anatomy had ridden up to expose part of the woman's backside. She used her free hand to push up the woman's skirt and gripped one of Emma's cheeks.
Emma whimpered into the sheets.
Regina put a majority of her weight onto Emma's ass as she continued to move in and out of Emma and repositioned herself on the bed. She leaned in once repositioned and placed wet kiss on the cheek she had previously squeezed.
Emma moaned loudly into the sheets and reached down between her own legs underneath her skirt. She pressed down on her own clit and started to stroke it. She twitched then cried out into the sheets just as Regina bit down on her backside. She whimpered after her cry died down and felt her walls clench around Regina's fingers.
Regina's hand slithered up Emma's side, over her hip, and finally came to settle in tangled blonde curls. She gripped at Emma's hair as she continued to soothe each bite she made on Emma's ass with her tongue.
Emma turned away from the sheets and toward Regina's hand in her hair.
Regina let go of blonde tresses as Emma moved, but kept her hand in place near the woman's head.
Emma flicked her tongue over Regina's thumb several times almost like a puppy licking their owner's hand. After a few flicks, she brought Regina's entire thumb into her mouth and ran her tongue over it as she sucked it between her pursed lips.
Regina clenched her thighs together as she felt Emma's tongue stir up more desire in her. She whimpered into her next gentle bite into Emma's cheek. She splayed her hand over Emma's neck and side of her head as she curled her thumb and allowed Emma to continue to play with it.
Emma began to bob her head and take Regina's thumb in and out of her mouth while she persisted with her tongue. Her walls clenched around Regina's fingers again before she felt Regina drive harder and deeper into her. She carefully dragged her teeth over Regina's tongue and looked down at the brunette.
Regina opened her eyes and immediately found Emma's. She trailed wet kisses along Emma's backside, up toward Emma's hip, and then back down over Emma's front. She dipped her head toward Emma's clit while the younger woman continued to stroke it herself.
Emma opened her mouth and momentarily released Regina's thumb to breathe out heavily and emit a strangled moan. She rolled partially onto her back to give Regina room to roam before she rolled her hips toward Regina's mouth. She slowed her fingers over her clit the closer Regina's mouth got to her bundle of nerves.
Regina nudged Emma's hand away with the bridge of her nose and replaced the younger woman's fingers with her lips and tongue. She had to strain her neck a bit as she angled herself over Emma to be able to both enter the woman from behind as well as entertain Emma's clit.
Emma sucked Regina's thumb back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around to encircle it in her mouth.
Regina mimicked Emma's tongue with the use of her own on the other woman's clit.
Emma moaned with Regina's thumb in her mouth. She lifted her left leg and almost hit the back of Regina's neck with her injured thigh. After a brief pause, she decided to test Regina's actions and ran the flat of her tongue up and down in quick bursts of motion on one side of Regina's thumb.
Regina felt Emma's leg pinch her shoulder and pulled away from Emma's clit.
Emma groaned in protest.
Regina stilled her movements inside Emma, her fingers wedged up to the knuckles in the other woman, and swiveled her head under Emma's raised left leg.
Emma whimpered when Regina stopped everything just to reposition herself. She couldn't tell what all Regina was doing, but she knew for certain that it prevented her own satisfaction at that moment.
Regina maneuvered herself in a way that draped Emma's left leg over her shoulder. Emma's ankle hung loosely over her back and her toes lightly pressed against the sheets.
Emma gasped and bucked her hips instantly when she felt Regina's mouth reclaim her clit. She then appraised Regina's new position and briefly scolded herself for having groaned at the loss of Regina's previous actions. It had been worth it to feel Regina yet again copy her own movements.
Regina licked Emma's clit in quick bursts of movement like Emma had done to her thumb before she had readjusted herself. She ran the flat of her tongue over Emma's clit, up and down.
Emma arched off the bed as Regina resumed her pace from before and bit her lip to silence herself. She squirmed under Regina's ministrations then let out a moan she could no longer contain.
Emma performed a few more tricks with her tongue on Regina's thumb and the brunette followed suit to apply the same movements to Emma's clit.
It took less than a minute after that for Emma to come undone. She bit down on Regina's thumb as she scrunched up her face and fought off a scream to express the pleasure she felt.
Regina curled and wriggled her fingers inside Emma as she kept them in place between tightly clenched walls. She kissed Emma's clit before she pulled away and sat up. She licked her lips as she looked at Emma.
Emma slowly pulled her mouth away from Regina's thumb and locked eyes with the other woman.
Regina moved her fingers from Emma and leaned in toward Emma's face.
"You'd better hope I can still sign paperwork at the office tomorrow without feeling pain."
Regina crawled across the bed to close the distance between their locked gaze.
"Or I'll make sure you can't sit down for a week," Regina finished before she harshly smacked Emma's ass.
The smack echoed in the room along with Emma's small yelp.
Regina rested her hands on either side of Emma's head on the bed and balanced herself on all fours.
At the same time Regina moved her hand from her ass to the space beside her on the bed, Emma rolled completely onto her back. She felt her bitten cheek sting from the slap Regina gave it and stared up into darkened brown eyes.
"You could go all night, couldn't you," Emma breathlessly asked.
"Of course, dear. I have stamina. The question is...do you."
Emma grinned
"That really shouldn't be a question. I've got plenty of stamina," Emma replied.
"Is that so," Regina grinned back.
Emma lunged into a partially sitting position and grabbed Regina's hips. She pulled Regina down on top of her as she fell onto her back once more on the bed then rolled over and pinned Regina down.
"Yeah, it is," Emma said with a confident, wider grin than before.
Regina shoved Emma off of her with her hands on the blonde's shoulders. She bucked her hips and rolled Emma over.
Emma's head landed on a pillow at the head of the bed.
Regina straddled Emma's hips and fanned out her messy hair with a flick of her hands.
"Never a hair out of place," Emma said as she stared up at Regina.
"I try," Regina replied.
"Want to make a bet," Emma asked.
"I don't think you're in a position to make a bet," Regina smirked.
"I don't have to be on top to win," Emma said.
To prove her point, Emma rested her hand against Regina's pelvic bone while she pressed the pad of her thumb on Regina's clit. She circled over it as she brought her other hand to Regina's ass. She squeezed one of Regina's cheeks and smiled.
Regina fell forward and put her hands on either side of Emma's head. She hummed her approval of the other woman's actions as she smirked down at the blonde.
"Clearly," Regina said as she leaned in and kissed Emma's neck.
Regina pulled back to add on to her statement.
"Fine. Another bet. What do you wager?"
"If I can fight off exhaustion better than you after an all night sexcapade, you have another week of dress up and lap dances."
"I guess I could indulge your fantasies...since that won't be happening anyway. If I can get you to collapse before I drift off to my victory sleep, you get to put on a show for me just like you made me do with this strip tease and lap dance tonight."
"Well, I really don't think you can count what you did as a strip tease."
Regina's expression immediately turned into shock, her mouth agape.
"Not that I didn't enjoy it," Emma quickly added when she worried she had offended the brunette. "I did. I really did."
Emma smiled again.
"I mean...I thought I made that clear," Emma's smile transformed into a lopsided smirk.
Regina shook her head with a smile.
"Yes, you did," Regina confirmed.
"It's a bet," Emma agreed to Regina's terms. "Yes?"
Regina continued to smile as she pressed a single fingertip to the exposed part of Emma's chest – her sternum. She traced out three letters as she spoke them to Emma.
Y-E-S.
A/N: I know it's been a few weeks since I updated this. Hopefully it'll make you feel better to know that I avoided and ignored the massive amount of homework I have due tomorrow to get this update out. Also, I've decided not to rush into any major plot points just yet, but they are coming. For now, there will be a few more chapters of set up and smut. ;)
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