A/N: I'm back and still here, writing for your entertainment during this crazy quarantined time we find ourselves in. I hope you all love this new update, it was a fun one and I changed it up a bit by adding an extra scene in it for you all. ;) Also, you will be happy to know that in a few moments, I will be updating Return To Me as well, so go check it out if you haven't already lol I'd be really grateful.
Stay home, stay safe and read on! :)
A hot pot of hot chocolate was picked up off Regina's stove by Emma. She whistled a tune to herself while she poured some for her… girlfriend? Inside a black mug, and then herself some inside another mug. She sprayed whipped cream onto the top for her, sprinkling some cinnamon right after. "There you go. That's my famous hot chocolate. Enjoy that."
"Thank you." Regina smiled, taking a small sip as the liquid was still too hot. But even with that small sip, she could taste Christmas in that cup of hot chocolate. Her eyes meeting the blonde who was waiting for her critique. "That's really good."
Emma grinned, holding her cup close to her lips that was already topped with whipped cream and cinnamon, "Thank you."
Regina took in the sound of the faint music playing in the background. Her head was swimming with a much needed question she had been meaning to ask Emma all night.
"You know, I've been meaning to ask you. What's your name?" She finally asked.
The tiny sip that Emma drank in from her steaming cup going down the wrong pipe in surprise. It wasn't enough to make her get a coughing fit, but it was enough to burn the inside of her mouth. She placed a hand over her mouth, "Sorry." She cleared her throat, "My name?"
Regina nodded, a hand on her hip, obviously waiting for an answer. "It's just, we've been out on dates already and, I've told you my name but I don't even know your name." She smiled.
The blonde cleared her throat again, placing her cup of hot chocolate down on the counter top, "Uh… yeah, you know, I, I don't really like my name." She nodded at the sight of the brunette's creased brows, "Yeah, it just, it makes me kind of angry because I hate it so much. You know, I've been really honest with you about everything and I know it's only been a couple of days, it's not a big accomplishment or anything, but I just really don't like my name."
Regina blinked at the blonde's odd and nervous behavior regarding her name, "Alright."
"I just, it'd be better if you didn't know. I don't want to tell you. Is that okay?" Emma blurted out, her hands tucking inside her jean pockets.
Regina nodded, placing a hand on the blonde's bicep, "That's fine. Relax," She chuckled, which made Emma chuckle rather nervously, "You're so adorably weird." She placed her cup aside, thinking of another question that had been circling her mind, "Um, may I ask you another question?"
Emma nodded, "Sure."
"How do you do that thing that you do?"
"What thing?" Emma asked, her brows furrowing.
"That thing you did inside the store. You just have this way of moving sometimes, it's like you know…"
"Oh. That thing." Emma nodded, smirking, "Would you like to see a trick?"
Regina's brow raised, wondering what other crazy thing the blonde had in store for her. "Alright." She was hesitant to answer, but was sure she wanted to see whatever it was Emma was about to show her.
Wicked Game by Chris Issak played out while Regina's eyes were focused on the blonde who was rolling up her sleeves to her shirt. Which confused her, because given their successful dates and now being in her apartment, alone, with soft, sensual music playing in the background, it would be a perfect time to make passionate love. She moved her head, following the blonde's movements as she went back inside the kitchen, coming back out with a few selected knives. She watched as she set them down perfectly side by side, smallest to biggest. The biggest being a butcher knife.
The brunette blinked in confusion as Emma stood quietly before her, "Uh… should I be frightened right now?"
"Only if you cut yourself." Emma's reply was blunt, which Regina wasn't sure if she should just be frightened or making a run for it right now.
This was so, not what she had in mind.
"I have to be honest with you, what I had in mind when you asked if I wanted to see a trick, didn't involve knives."
"Well, first time for everything." Emma smirked as Regina let out a light laugh right after. "It's not that, this is an actual trick." She held out her hands in front of the brunette, "Hold out your hands."
Regina glared.
"Trust me. Just hold out your hands."
Regina connected her palms against the blonde's, feeling an electric current over take her body by their touch alone. Her eyes following the blonde's movements she was creating with her hands as she moved Regina's along the way. It was almost as if they were doing some type of yoga technique with just their hand movements.
"Ever since I was a little girl, I had this theory." Green eyes focused on their hand movements, while Regina's moved towards how slow and therapeutic Emma's hands moved hers, to her own green eyes. Taking in her focused features. "Keep up with my movements."
Regina grinned, her eyes quickly focusing on their hands, trying her best to keep up with her circular, inward and outward motions. "I'm trying."
"Everything we see, like physical things, it's all just islands. And under it, carrying it, is this sweeping current." She moved her hand right in front of the brunette, moving slowly behind her, like a dance in slow motion, "And if you pay attention, you can start to feel it." She reached for her other hand, moving them slowly in a wave like motion, soon releasing them, smirking at the feel of olive toned hands mimicking the movements she was making as she placed her hands above hers. It was as beautiful a sight as a pack of birds swiftly moving with one another. "That's it. You can feel it, right?"
Regina was amazed, just watching their hands. That amazement soon turned into fear as Emma bent down, picking up a kitchen knife as she held it before her. "Uh…" She chuckled nervously.
"It's okay. Just concentrate on the knife." Emma's voice was a whisper beside her ear. Her hot breath tickling her hair. Her hands moving the knife like a wave, flipping it before her as she caught it again within the palm of her hand, flipping it again as she switched hands.
She was fast, but Regina was watching all of her movements in slow motion. Almost as if they were connecting on a totally different level.
It made the brunette smirk even, all while she focused more on the knife as the blonde's voice locked into her brain.
Emma flipped the knife again, catching it with her other opened hand, while she pointed the blade close to the brunette's chest and then away. Moving it again like sea waves, "Now if we can feel the current, we can feel other things inside the current." She moved the knife slowly towards her other hand, while Regina's head followed swiftly, "People. Watch the knife…" She moved around her, standing in front of her once again, holding the knife at the same distance. "And we can feel how the current will move them." She switched the knife to her other hand, "And we can see where they'll go." She moved the knife in a circular motion above their heads and down, "It's all in the movement, you see, it pushes itself." She closed in the knife between both her palms, bringing it back down slowly, right between them, "It's easier to move with it than against it."
Regina's eyes looked up into green eyes and a raised brow, feeling as if she were placed in a trance.
The corner of Emma's lip turned upward into a tiny smirk, her hand, which held the knife swiftly moving in an upward motion as the knife shot out of her hand and straight up in the air between them.
Regina's eyes were still too focused on Emma's, until she caught the knife making its way back down between them, almost in a slow motion state. There her eyes couldn't help but follow the knife, growing instantly worried that it would stab one of them at their feet. To her surprise, Emma's hand caught it right on the base, before it could even hit the floor.
"Jesus Chirst!" Regina shouted, moving away from her as she became angry and frightened.
Emma's brows furrowed, "What?"
"Why the hell would you do that?!" Asked Regina, completely frightened now more than angry.
Emma blinked, stammering at the brunette's unexpected response, "Wh- I- I thought you were going to catch it."
Her brows shot up, eyes grew wide, "Catch it?! Are you insane?"
"Did you not see where it was gonna go?" Asked Emma, still confused by what had happened.
Confused, because Regina was special. And not the type of special a person becomes simply because they become your entire world. No. Special. Ever since Emma saw her in that store, she wasn't only captivated by her beauty and strength. She was captivated by instincts Regina clearly never knew she's had. Instincts that were being awakened with that knife trick. She just needed to see it for herself.
"I can't catch a knife!"
Emma shook her head, "Sure, you can."
"No, I can't!"
"Yes, you can. Do you remember last night, when we were dancing? You have an energy. You have a knack for this." The blonde assured her.
Regina placed two fingers on each temple, shaking her head, "This is crazy." She murmured, pointing to the blonde next, "You- you're crazy! You could have seriously hurt me!"
Emma shook her head, "I know you feel it too, Gina. You don't know how yet, but I can keep showing you. I watched you carefully while I was guiding you, I looked into your eyes, I saw it-"
Regina placed her hand out before the blonde as she wanted to step closer, "No, you know- no." She sighed, "Look, I had a really amazing night with you, I think you're pretty amazing, but I also really think you should leave right now. You need to leave."
Emma stood in place, "You can feel it."
"It doesn't matter what I feel!"
Without another word, Emma threw the knife right at the brunette without hesitation. A smirk appearing on her thin lips as Regina's hand came up just as quickly, catching it with her bare hand by the blade.
Regina chuckled, her eyes focused on the blade she now held, "I did that?" She asked, still finding it hard to believe what just happened.
Emma nodded, her smirk only growing, "Yeah, you did! You did that." She picked up another knife, flipping it in the air as she held it by the blade, tossing it directly at the brunette.
She couldn't help but laugh in amazement as she caught it with her other hand just the same as she had the first one. "Are these enchanted right now?"
Emma let out a small laugh, "All you, Gina. You want to throw one of those back at me?"
"Are you crazy? No." She shook her head.
"Come on."
"No. You are crazy." Regina laughed.
Emma smiled, "Yeah, we've kind of established that. Hey, I trust you."
Regina's eyes grew dark as she looked into the blonde's, a smirk appearing on her lips.
This was nuts, right? Normal couples would often find themselves bonding over embarrassing stories each person went through, or by watching a cheesy film and laughing about it. But, these two? Throwing knives, wave currents and a hidden bad-ass Regina Mills wasn't ever aware that she even possessed until Emma Swan spotted her inside that store.
Regina threw one of the knives, watching as Emma twisted her body around to catch it with her bare hand.
A pearly white smirk appearing on her thin lips, "Pretty cool, huh?" Her other hand came up towards her chest, catching the second knife Regina threw at her.
Next, Emma picked up the butcher knife, tossing it at the brunette, which she caught just as quickly. Followed by one of the knives she was holding, then the other. All while Regina caught them all with just as easy movements as the blonde's.
It wasn't enough to say that Emma was proud of what she had brought up to the surface right now.
She smirked, nodding at Regina, "Yeah, baby. That's all you. I'm never wrong about these things."
The knives were heard clanking together around Regina's feet as she released them in one go. She began moving slowly towards the blonde, "So… it's like a pulse?"
"Yeah, kind of. I never tried to explain it to anybody before."
"Is that so?" Regina's brow raised, her eyes focused on the pair of green before her.
Emma shook her head, "Yeah, cross my heart." Her eyes connecting with dark brown ones.
"Why me?" She whispered.
"Because I wanted you to know, I needed you to know," Emma whispered, "I mean you have this… grace. Ever since the first time I saw you, I just knew you'd understand."
"And that's how you knew I would catch the knife?" Regina asked.
"Actually, I didn't know you would catch the knife," The assassin chuckled, "I believed you could catch the knife, I wanted you to catch the knife. You're the one who did it. You're the one who knew. In the end it was all you." She searched for an answer in her eyes, "Are- are you mad?"
Regina shook her head, "No. Strangely, I'm not mad." She chuckled, "But, I do think I've gone crazy. I mean, my mother always said never to play with knives, and here I am tossing them around as if they were beach balls."
Emma smirked, "Well, first time for everything, right?"
Regina let out a laugh, her body moving closer to the blonde's as if it had a mind of its own, "Would you think I was mad if I also said that I want you?"
Emma's smirk disappeared, her eyes turning a slight dark green, "Oh, yeah. I'm afraid you'd be totally bonkers. But, I'd love that about you just as I do everything else."
Regina nodded, slightly brushing the blonde's romantic words off, her lust taking over, "Then, shut up and kiss me." She pulled the blonde in for a kiss, their lips crashing against one another as her arms wrapped around her neck even tighter.
That was all Emma needed for her hands to take the next step. They moved, almost in slow motion again, taking in the feel of every curve Regina had hidden underneath her clothes. All the way down, taking in the feel of two perfectly rounded butt cheeks. Heated breathes were exchanged all while Emma's tongue invited itself inside the brunette's mouth.
Of course, between that, her quick hands and the way her arms were able to lift her body up off the ground with ease- Regina was already hers for the taking. Her brain unable to understand how that entire knife play managed to turn her on more than ever. Even Robin could never turn her on this much. Actually, now that she thought about it… no one was ever able to turn her on as much as Emma had right now.
The blonde moved towards where the bedroom was, loving the feeling of Regina's fingers mixing inside her golden hair. With one swift move of her foot, she managed to shut the door, moving towards the bed until the back of her knees hit the end of it, causing her body to collapse backward.
Grunts escaped both women as their bodies hit the bed.
Emma's eyes opened back up at the feel of their lips parting suddenly parting, finding Regina's dark stare looking back at her. "What is it? Do you wish to stop?"
"You're not going to pull a James Bond move on on me, are you?"
Emma's brow raised, as Regina chuckled.
"You know how in the films, he always sleeps with the girl and the following morning he leaves?"
Emma brushed back a strand of black hair, "That's because he's a man of many. While I am a woman of just one."
Regina smiled, leaning back down to connect her lips to thin pink ones. Their bodies tangling up in one another once again. Emma could possibly be the corniest person alive, but she loved her for it.
Breathless moans were exchanged hours into the night, coming from both women as their bodies found themselves buried underneath the bed sheets. This being round number ten, neither of them able to get enough of each other and the waves of current that passed through their bodies every time they would give one another a mind blowing orgasm.
Of course, Regina had slept with women before. But, Emma Swan… she outranked them.
The way her hips moved against Regina's own as her fingers worked their magic inside of her was just mind numbing. She was fast when she wanted to be, slow when she needed to be. Even sex was a dance to her. Only this wasn't just sex.
Not to Emma.
Not to Regina.
This was a work of art. A magical dance that was made just for them. And what a dance. In fact, when Emma told her that she always needed to be the best in everything, she wasn't kidding.
As Regina's moans only grew louder, her nails raked across the blonde's back, leaving red scratch marks along their path, all while Emma's face dug into the crook of her neck. Which caused the brunette to moan even louder, that had she known her name, she would have chanted it like a prayer at the feel of teeth biting down on her pulse point. Followed by a hot, wet tongue that soothed right after.
Emma's grunts and moans grew louder, allowing Regina to cause her to roll over on her back, until her body was positioned on hers again.
What they didn't realize was that with all their wild, but passionate and sensual love making, their bodies were almost at the edge of the bed. Which was confirmed as soon as they rolled over again, because this had soon become a game of I-get-to-be-on-top-now.
Which was all new to Regina, given that she never wished to fight for dominance in her life. Until Emma Swan that is.
A loud thudding sound was heard, followed by grunts as both naked bodies soon fell off the bed, onto the hardwood floor, taking part of the bed sheets with them as they landed. Emma ending on top again.
"Shit! I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Asked Emma, trying to catch her breath as Regina's laughter was heard in the mix.
"Don't stop now, keep going!" Ordered Regina as the blonde was happy to oblige. Even on the cold floor.