"So..."
Emma stands awkwardly with her back lent against the brunette's closed bedroom door. Regina quells the urge to roll her eyes at the Sheriff's seemingly innate inability to avoid tainting a moment with the use of her damn graceless, monosyllabic stammering, and instead just takes a seat patiently atop the plush covers of her bed. She doesn't push for the blonde to come over and join her- knowing that inevitably she will- for she imagines that with enduring such small annoyances comes great reward.
"So."
The brunette smiles softly at the Sheriff, watching the younger woman as she lets her gaze flicker inquisitively about the grand bedroom. Eventually, Emma ceases her mental cataloging and focuses her attention on the Mayor.
"Your room is so fancy...It's nice..."
And again with that clumsy rambling; A romantic soliloquy by Emma Swan, ladies and gentlemen.
"Thank you, I spent a lot of time working on the decor of the house."
Really, we're going to talk about interior design now?
"You did all this yourself?"
Ok, apparently we are...
"I like to work with aesthetics; it was a very enjoyable project."
"...You like to surround yourself with pretty things..."
A small smirk touches Regina's lips as she nods in response to the Sheriff's words, dark eyes glittering as she watches the blonde avert her gaze and finger distractedly at the material of her shirt; the rosy petal of her bottom lip once more pulled nervously between sharp teeth as her cheeks blush lightly. Waiting for the Sheriff to look back at her once again, the brunette runs a finger over her own lip thoughtfully.
"I do... You add a nice touch to the room, dear."
Emma's blush deepens as she rolls her eyes and shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans; thoroughly uncomfortable. Emerald orbs finally adopting a playful glint, she skims over her awkwardness with a patent blend of sarcasm.
"I'm not so sure that's strictly true; I think I actually clash quite terribly with your subdued color scheme."
She gestures at her clothes with a smile; scarlet shirt and sinfully tight black jeans standing out in vivid relief next to the muted creams that grace the room.
What I wouldn't do for the name of the person who designed those jeans... I would take the opportunity to thank them personally.
"Perhaps you're right... It's a good thing there's a simple solution..."
"Oh?"
Emma raises a brow at the brunette's coy insinuation as a smirk graces her lips. Finally pushing herself from the hard wood of the door, she stalks closer to the bed; eyes darkening alarmingly as her pupils blow out. Regina suppresses a shiver as she watches green become tainted black, and takes the blonde's hand and pulls her to the bed.
After all; she is still running this show.
"All in good time, Miss Swan."
Slender fingers find the Sheriff's shoulders as dark lips brush softly over Emma's slightly parted mouth. Shimmying herself a little further towards the centre of the bed, the Mayor momentarily debates removing her heels, but decides to leave them on. She pulls the blonde with her so that they rest alongside one another, offering the younger woman a secretive grin before leaning over her; the intensity of her stare silently forcing the Sheriff to lie slowly back onto the bed.
Again, Regina gently deters the blonde's wandering hands as they begin to make light work of the clasp to her pants; lacing her fingers within Emma's and moving their hands to rest next to the Sheriff's head. She deepens her assault on the younger woman's mouth in a silent request for her patience; dipping her tongue sweetly between parted lips and earning a low hum. Moving so that her leg rests between the blonde's, she gently runs her hand beneath the devilish scarlet of her shirt and rests it on the warm flesh of the younger woman's stomach; her thumb stroking lightly at the base of her ribs.
The blonde runs her fingers up and down the Mayor's back, gliding them easily over soft silk. Tiring of such repetitive actions, she trails her left hand a little lower; running her finger between the folds of the brunette's shirt and her dress pants, before she loses her inward battle with her manners and moves swiftly to goose the older woman so that she jumps in surprise. Dark eyes glittering, Regina pushes herself up so as to better glare down at the blonde. She smirks, tickling the Sheriff's ribs beneath her shirt.
"Pervert."
"Definitely."
The Mayor chuckles, releasing her hold of the blonde's hand in order to run her fingers playfully through luscious curls as she nips at the younger woman's tongue. Wriggling a little so that Emma's hipbone will stop poking her in the stomach, she nestles herself so that both of her legs now rest between the Sheriff's, the weight of her upper body pressing down pleasantly on the blonde's.
"Hmm... the Sheriff's a pervert... I wonder if something should be done about that..."
"She'll probably get away with it; I hear she's fucking the Mayor."
"And crass language, too! Oh!... You're lucky you can get by on that pretty face, Miss Swan!"
"Uhuh; me and my feminine wiles!"
"You wouldn't know a feminine wile if it hit you!"
Regina laughs as Emma huffs at her childishly; eyes sparkling as she watches the blonde's struggle to keep from breaking into a grin.
"I know you have them..."
The younger woman argues, and the brunette raises an eyebrow and adopts a salacious smirk as she leans forwards; her lips hovering tantalizingly over the Sheriff's.
"Nice recovery, dear."
The blonde rolls her eyes, but returns to running her finger along the waistband of the Mayor's dress pants, slowly teasing out the silken material of her shirt in search for bare flesh. Regina lowers her lips to the younger woman's jaw as the latter deftly liberates the small of her back to the seemingly cool air; her index finger now playing over the delicate lace of the brunette's underwear.
As she starts a wet trail down the blonde's neck, the Mayor pulls back slowly, a frown crossing her delicate features. Removing her hand from the hot flesh at the Sheriff's ribs, she touches her finger gently to the angry purple mark at the younger woman's throat; previously hidden by her hair. Emma shudders, her breath catching in her chest, but moves her head gently back to allow better access to the bite mark that flushes lividly against her creamy complexion; a remnant of the brunette's anger the day before last.
I'm sorry.
Pressing her lips gently to the bruise, Regina holds herself there- breathing in the blonde's scent with her eyes clamped shut as she tries to block out memories of what her anger had caused her to do- until the blonde brings up her hand and cups the Mayor's head closer to her still. Interpreting the Sheriff's wishes, the brunette parts her lips slightly to suck at the livid mark, increasing the pressure as the younger woman stiffens in a bizarre combination of pleasure and pain beneath her.
She remains careful to refrain from letting her teeth touch aching flesh.
Running her hand back beneath Emma's shirt and splaying her fingers appreciatively over the hard plane of her stomach, Regina pulls back, finding the blonde's eyes for a moment, before inspecting the mark which glistens slightly from the wetness of her tongue.
She feels only a minute pang of guilt. Any shame in her earlier actions is swiftly overshadowed with a new thought. A possessive thought.
Mine.
Smiling, she sits up- her backside resting on her heels- and runs her fingers teasingly over the Sheriff's jean-clad thighs as Emma pushes herself up onto her elbows and waits for a sign as to what should happen next. Regina licks her lips before trailing her hands higher up the blonde's legs until they rest at her hips; fingers working slowly at the brass button to the younger woman's jeans.
Pulling down the tight denim, the Mayor raises a brow so high it is in danger of disappearing into her hairline as she drinks in the sight revealed before staring up at the blonde incredulously.
"No underwear?"
Emma shrugs, lifting her ass a little off the bed to help the brunette pull her jeans off.
"They're tight jeans, you can only really wear them with a g-string."
"So you thought... Why bother at all!?"
"Pretty much."
"...Do you do that often?"
The blonde lets out a low chuckle as she picks up on the genuine curiosity in the Mayor's rich voice. Regarding the older woman with a smirk, she cocks her head to the side as though giving the question some serious thought before divulging deviously.
"Every now and then..."
"Do you... When you're working?"
"Why? Is that something else the Sheriff shouldn't do?"
"Well, I'd imagine the Sheriff's lingerie situation is her own business... I'm just always going to be wondering now..."
"I guess you'll just have to make a habit of checking for yourself, then."
The brunette studies the Sheriff intently; surprised at the younger woman's bold suggestion. Smirking, she pulls the blonde's jeans all the way off- along with her boots and socks- before crawling back up her lithe frame to find her lips, one finger dancing teasingly across the sensitive skin at the Sheriff's apex.
"Don't be a tease, dear."
"Says you..."
Emma's reply is notably husky and the brunette grins against her mouth as she slips her finger easily into the blonde's warmth and applies a little more pressure and speed to her movements.
"Regina..."
"Hmmm?"
The Mayor raises an eyebrow as if completely unaware of what the blonde could possible want; letting out a soft laugh at the irritation written all over the younger woman's face. Cupping the Sheriff's thighs and pushing at them gently, she watches appreciatively as Emma spreads her legs wider; delicate lines of muscle visible beneath soft flesh. Moving down the bed slowly, her intention clear, she glances back up at the blonde warningly.
"No screaming; Henry's down the hall."
"Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"
"It's not presumptuous when I know I'm capable..."
"...Is that a threat?"
"No, Miss Swan, not a threat; a promise."
And with that- and an accompanying smirk- the brunette dips her head, running her tongue over the soft flesh of the Sheriff's inner thighs. She stops every now and then to bite playfully at pale skin; delighting in the small noises this elicits from the blonde. Dipping her fingers back into the younger woman's entrance, she brings up her tongue to lick away any spilt excitement before replacing her fingers entirely.
Her ministrations are slow, taking time to touch, feel and taste, as the Sheriff begins to writhe above her. Placing her hand firmly over the blonde's stomach, Regina keeps her in place as Emma's breathing becomes audibly ragged.
Glancing up- reinitiating her fingers- she feels her own warmth begin to pool as she watches the Sheriff's hands fist tightly into silk of her bed throw; eyes shut and lips parted. Frowning as her eyes trail down to the scarlet shirt that still covers the younger woman's abdomen, the Mayor tries to fiddle with the small buttons one-handed, before giving up with a snarl and simply pushing the gauzy fabric up over her stomach. Emma cracks open her lids and looks down distractedly; realizing the issue and unbuttoning the garment herself, letting scarlet wings drape down to her sides to reveal pale skin and a simple black bra.
"Exquisite..."
Regina runs her free hand playfully over toned flesh, before silently awarding the younger woman a substantial amount of points upon realizing she wears a bra which hooks at the front. Unclasping it deftly, she lets her fingers wander ever more sensitive flesh as the blonde begins letting out low, whispered curses and biting her lip.
Trailing her finger down to the Sheriff's ribcage, the brunette traces the jagged scar there gently, leaning forwards to hover her mouth beside the blonde's ear as she keeps her ministrations steady.
"What happened?"
"H-huh?!"
"Your scar, what happened?"
"I...I- Ah- was drunk..."
"Did you get in a fight?"
"No... I-fuck- I did it..."
"You... You did this to yourself? I thought... I thought you said in jail..."
"N-no... I was fucked off with you... Playing- shit- you with the letter... Letter opener... B-better story..."
"You did this... Why?"
"Why- Ah- Why not?"
Regina frowns; turning her head to study the Sheriff's features but is rewarded only with sooty lashes and hitched breathing.
Why not?
There are so many questions she longs to ask the younger woman as to that statement, but she imagines Emma has already told her more than she would have had her mind not been preoccupied with pleasure. She decides to save her questions for a time when the answers will be less raw and more understandable.
She decides to respect the Sheriff's compromised privacy.
She decides to put Emma's interests before her own.
Sucking quickly at the dark mark at the blonde's neck, the Mayor moves back down her quivering body to assault hot flesh with her tongue once more. Increasing her carnal attention considerably, she smiles as strong thighs clamp abruptly around her as the Sheriff bites down hard on the back of her hand to stifle a scream.
"Fuck..."
Regina laughs huskily as she sits up and watches the blonde try to regulate her breathing; a slim arm thrown dramatically over her eyes. She slides back up the Sheriff's body gently, playing her fingers absently-mindedly over the flushed peak of her breast as she waits for her to remove her arm from her face.
"That good was it, dear?"
Emma grins, gingerly lowering her arm to regard the brunette with blown eyes. She regards the Mayor intently- green eyes captivated by brown- before she leans forwards to taste herself on the darker woman's lips. Closing her eyes and deepening the kiss, she grips at the brunette's waist firmly and rolls them over with surprising ease.
Straddling the Mayor, the blonde stares down at her with unbridled affection, before recapturing scarlet lips and humming softly. Regina shivers; tracing her fingers gently over the bare flesh of the Sheriff's thighs.
"I can't complain."
The blonde laughs as the older woman rolls her eyes irritably, working her fingers swiftly down the buttons to the brunette's shirt and peeling it aside. Regarding the delicate white bra she uncovers, the Sheriff leans forwards playfully to tease at the sensitive covered flesh with her tongue.
"God..."
"Nope, just me..."
Regina sighs, swatting at the younger woman's thigh lightly in the hopes she'll shut the hell up.
Well, no, not really...
Emma pushes herself back up, wriggling a little in her position splayed across the brunette's lap- the action earning her a low groan- as she leans over towards the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of Jack she'd brought up with them. Unscrewing the cap and taking an indulgent swallow, she glances down at the Mayor who watches her with hungry eyes. Grinning a little as she keeps the bottle pressed to her lips, the blonde takes a delicate nip of the sharp amber nectar before replacing the bottle on the nightstand. She leans forward once more, this time pressing her lips to Regina's, allowing the warmed liquor to slip maddeningly onto the brunette's tongue.
The Mayor delves her fingers into thick curls, holding the Sheriff in place as she explores the sweet yet sinful taste which burns within the younger woman's mouth. Finally, when the bourbon exists as just a lingering afterthought, she allows Emma to sit back up and move herself agily down the bed so that she kneels between gently splayed legs.
The blonde turns her attention back to the Mayor's lace covered chest as she swiftly battles her hand beneath the brunette and unclasps the pretty fabric that stands between herself and her prize. Once the bra has been tossed aside, she lets her mouth roam hotly over newly bared flesh, delighting in the low moans sounding from above her as her hands deftly work the clasp of the brunette's dress pants.
Lifting her hips obediently, Regina groans as the blonde trails her tongue slowly down to the newly exposed stark white fabric that covers her sex and proceeds to taste her through it much the same as she had done with her bra. Running her fingers through long tresses, she keeps her hips raised in hopes of keeping such attentions going; letting out a harsh gasp as teeth scape the sensitive flesh low at her stomach and the blonde drags the white lace slowly downwards.
Pushing the brunette's hips back down into the mattress, Emma grins, fingers fluttering maddeningly over the darker woman's sex as she crawls back up to lie on top of the Mayor. Dipping two fingers slowly deeper into the brunette's wanting wetness, she moves her lips tenderly to Regina's and begs access with her tongue.
The Sheriff's ministrations are leisurely, taking her time to find the exact spots that make the brunette moan into their kiss. She muses vaguely on the thought that, before Regina, kissing was an act she'd had little time for. Now, as the Mayor begins to shudder beneath her and teases her tongue with ever growing vigor, she decides her inhibitions concerning the act may have been rather unfounded.
"Emma... I... I'm-"
The blonde cuts off the Mayor's moaning swiftly; speeding up the pleasurable work with her fingers as she feels the brunette begin to come undone beneath her. She grins when Regina lets out a low cry into her mouth; swallowing up the sound and slowing her fingers gently. Smiling down at her bedmate, she goes about delicately cleaning off her glistening fingers with pink flashes of her tongue.
"Christ..."
"There you go again, you're going to give me some sort of Messiah complex."
Emma grins wickedly, flashing her teeth when the brunette merely shrugs from her leisurely position on the bed.
"A deity you are definitely not, but keep doing that and I'll be forced to worship you."
The blonde raises an eyebrow at the Mayor's uncharacteristically high praise, before pointedly sucking her finger between her lips with a grin. Rolling her eyes, the brunette grabs hold of the younger woman's skinny hips and flips her off so that they lie side by side once more.
A heavy silence follows as Regina pulls the covers up over the two of them. She is halfway through the process of switching off the light to her side when she glances over at the blonde who studies the ceiling awkwardly. Sighing, the Mayor weighs up her options. In all honesty, the thought of whether or not the Sheriff would stay the night had never really crossed her mind. She is exhausted, and basking in the beauty of her after-glow, and, although she is sure this is something that the blonde needs coaxing into, she can't bring herself to do so now.
Moving with decisive speed, she simply switches off the lamp to her side; plunging them into darkness. Snaking her hand blindly beneath the plush covers, she find's the soft flesh of the Sheriff's side and rests her palm comfortably over the pleasant ridge of her hipbone. Sensing the younger woman's almost nauseating tension, she sighs, speaking softly into the darkness.
"Just go to sleep, Emma. It's ok."