Emma was determined to make up for her fumbling mess from that morning and give Regina what she wanted. She waited until their usual meeting time, which was around 11, when Henry was sure to be asleep, and scaled the manor wall in a memorized practice that had become easy for her after the first month of climbing it almost every day. She pressed on the glass of the window, which Regina had left unlocked, and it creaked open. She stepped inside the room and let out a labored huff.
"So when are you gonna climb up into my window?" she asked, "It gets a little exhausting, you know."
Regina was sitting on the edge of her bed, her eyebrows raised as she took her earrings off and placed them on the nightstand.
"You're the one who chooses to come over so often, dear."
That was a blatant lie. Regina coaxed Emma into coming over every day, almost as if she was leading Emma along with a carrot on a string. But Emma ignored Regina and quickly shut her up with a confident kiss that devoured any of Regina's sarcastic remarks.
All at once, Emma forgot everything except for the primal instinct she had to tear the other woman apart. She pushed Regina onto her back and pulled Regina's arms above her head, pinning her wrists against the bed. She wanted to rip Regina's silk shirt off and let the buttons clatter to the floor, but she resisted and loosened her grip on Regina's wrists. Regina tore away Emma's jacket and tossed it to the ground before nimbly making work of her own buttons. She lifted herself up to deepen their kiss, but Emma pushed her back down and pinned Regina's hands back against the bed, where she wanted them.
Regina's face was already flushed, and her breathing was ragged. Emma smirked. "You've been waiting for this all day," Emma said. Regina's lashes fluttered as she rolled her eyes. Emma was tempted to place a kiss on both of Regina's eyelids, but she knew that if she did, there was a chance their rendezvous would end then and there, even with their clothes already strewn about the room. Regina detested any indication of softness.
"Just fuck me already," Regina rasped, and Emma leaned back from Regina's body to slide open the nightstand drawer and pull out Regina's favorite purple strap. She made quick work of fastening it to her waist and Regina shuddered at the sight of Emma, her cheeks gloriously red. Emma was proud of the sight in front of her, proud of the fact that she could turn the condescending mayor into a puddle of aches and shudders.
Emma glanced at Regina playfully before spreading apart her legs and teasing Regina between her legs.
"Emma," Regina's voice shakily uttered- a warning not to tease. Emma loved ignoring Regina's warnings.
Emma gave into the temptation to bring her lips to Regina's bare skin, to the soft crook of her neck, to the flesh of her breasts. Regina breathed heavily and Emma could tell that she was suppressing moans. It was easier than usual for Emma to cause Regina to tremble in anticipation. Her knees quaked and her breath quivered. Emma could feel the other woman's palpable frustration.
"Fuck me already!" Regina breathed impatiently, and this time, Emma obeyed. She let out a surprised, breathy moan as Emma's strap gently entered her body and she arched her back, throwing her head against the bed, her mouth open in stupefied pleasure.
Satisfying Regina was going to be a lot easier than Emma had initially expected. She pressed their bodies together as close as she could, but it wasn't close enough to gratify her. She wanted to feel every inch of Regina, to feel her breath in the pit of her stomach, to control every part of Regina's body that she could touch. She wanted to fuck her brains out.
"Slow," Regina reminded her, her lips carefully pronouncing the word as she suppressed ungodly sounds. They had to be slow, to be quiet, because of Henry.
Emma was a problem-solver. She held one of Regina's legs with her left hand to steady the other woman against her thrusts, using her other hand to clamp Regina's mouth shut.
She pulled Regina to her so that the strap hit deep in Regina's core, her hand still stifling the whiny noises that Regina couldn't control. Her movements were deep, hard, and fast, the way that she knew Regina needed them to be before she could be satisfied, and Regina all but squealed before her arched back relaxed and her muscles contracted. Emma let go of Regina's mouth so she could let out some deep breaths as dumbfounding waves of pleasure rolled through Regina's belly and limbs. Emma stood still and Regina rocked a bit, riding the strap that was still within her before she finally stopped and seemed to collapse further into the sheets.
Emma pulled out of her and stepped out of the strap before crawling onto the bed next to Regina, a grin covering her face. "Well that was fast," she teased. This time, she couldn't resist planting a small kiss to Regina's face. To Emma's surprise, Regina didn't bat her away or grimace. She was filled with appreciation for the woman that lay beside her, breathy and sweaty and completely destroyed by Emma's touches. "You're so fucking hot," Emma said, "I can't handle it."
Regina smirked, her eyes still closed. "Hm," was all she said in reply, and then they laid in silence.
Emma had never stayed the night before, but they were both more exhausted than usual. Emma had the longest day, and had expended the rest of energy since she'd arrived in Regina's bedroom. But she was hesitant to ask if she could stay.
Before she had the chance to say anything, Regina was turning herself onto her side and wrapping the both of them into blankets. Regina yawned and Emma took Regina's hold on her as a sign that she was welcome to stay, and also possibly not allowed to leave, as Regina tiredly cuddled into her and held her firmly into place beneath the covers. They slept soundly without exchanging another word.