1:23pm. It's been a long day already. I spin around in my chair, facing the window behind my desk. The sun is shining, and the sky is blue. There aren't any hell beasts wreaking havoc on the town.
Even still, I just don't want to be here. My fingers pick at the seam of my chair. I want to be with her. David had some other business to take care of today, so it'll be another 20 minutes before Emma can hand the Sheriff's office over to him.
I can't sit here any longer. I decide to finish for the day and start the journey to the hotel. Emma shouldn't be far behind. I pick up my laptop to bring with me; we still have to plan our trip for next week. She came over Saturday night. Before too long, we got more than a little distracted and ended up taking things upstairs.
We weren't expecting Henry back for a few hours. He was out meeting friends for a burger at Granny's but came back unexpectedly. He left his wallet in his room, so caught us in my bedroom. Thankfully he shouted out as he came into the house, giving us a chance to get dressed before he made it up the stairs.
We both panicked still. Emma ran over to the windows pretending to inspect the locks. She told him she was doing a free home security inspection as the town's Sheriff. We might have even gotten away with it, had I not blushed so much. There's not a hope in hell he believed us. Maybe it's time we tell him.
I'm not ready for the whole town to know yet. But it doesn't feel right keeping it from Henry any longer. In truth, sneaking around is getting harder. It's become second nature to kiss her hello or goodbye. To generally be more affectionate with her. But we have to be careful how close we get or what we say when around other people.
30 minutes into my journey, my cell beeps. I pull over, hopeful to see a message that Emma is on her way. I sigh loudly as I read the screen.
David's here, but I've had to stay to help him deal with a call. I'll leave as soon as I can, baby.
What is going on that David can't deal with it himself? I hope she's ok and not in any danger. Another message comes through, as though she read my mind.
Nothing to worry about, just some trouble with the dwarves. They're getting the book thrown at them for getting in the way of our afternoon!
I relax again, knowing she's safe. I want to throw more than the law at them. I message her back, letting her know I'll carry on to the hotel and wait in the room for her; I hope she's not long.
As I set off again, my mind drifts to next week. To go away together for longer than a night will be wonderful. We see each other a lot, and Tuesdays are great, but Wednesday morning comes around so quickly.
Waking up in her arms and knowing we can spend the rest of the day together rather than having to go about our daily lives will be amazing. I've no idea where we'll go yet; we really didn't get far looking on Saturday night.
I pull into the hotel parking lot just after 3pm. I hit some traffic along the way. Still no word from Emma to say she's left Storybrooke. Those damn dwarves. I hope she can leave soon. I grab my bag from the trunk.
The sun sits high in the sky; shining down brightly. The surrounding trees sway gently in the warm breeze. I think back to last week's picnic. What I wouldn't give to be laying back on that blanket with her right now. Her lips against mine as she rests on top of me.
Realising I'm still standing in the parking lot, grinning like an idiot to myself, I slam the trunk shut and make my way up the stone stairs. Entering the hotel lobby, I join the short queue at the large oak reception desk.
I look around as I'm waiting, taking in the various restaurants that branch off. I don't know what time Emma will make it here tonight. Perhaps it'll be nice to just eat in the room. The room service menu is good enough here.
Reaching the front of the queue, I give our reservation details and ask if it's possible to upgrade to one of the larger rooms with a balcony. The receptionist taps away on their keyboard and tells me I'm in luck. There's one available due to a last-minute cancellation.
I tell them Emma will be checking in later and thank them for their help. I make my way over to the elevator and up to room 408. As I let myself into the room, my cell beeps. Emma.
So I should be out of here in about 20 to 30 minutes. Sorry it's so late, baby. Miss you x
I rest on the edge of the bed. It's going to be at least 5pm before she arrives. Wait until I get my hands on those damn dwarves.
It's not your fault, I just can't wait for you to get here. I upgraded us to a room with a balcony and thought we could order room service, rather than go down to one of the restaurants? I can't wait to see you, baby. x
Setting my cell on the bed, my eyes involuntarily roam around the room. My mind instantly seeing all the places we could have sex. Not something I've found myself doing until that Saturday nearly three months ago. But the thought of her makes my mind go places I never knew existed.
The room is easily twice as big as the others we've stayed in. The bed sits against one side of the room, covered in silky linens and fluffy pillows. That's always fun. A sideboard runs most of the length of the wall opposite. Plenty of space between the TV and phone to make use of.
The seating area in the corner with sofas offering other possibilities. French doors that lead out to the balcony. I can imagine pressing her up against them. Sheer curtains, the same cream as the bedding, sit tightly against them to give just enough privacy.
Unlocking the doors, I pull them open and step out. Dark wooden planks sit below my feet, and a glass balustrade surrounds the large balcony. Outdoor sofas and chairs with plush cushions surround a central table. The view of the forest is beautiful. I think we'll get to see the sunset later.
My cell beeps. I run back in and to the bed, my heels sinking into the thick carpet.
Dinner on the balcony sounds great! I really don't want to deal with any more people after today. I'm leaving now. Really can't wait to get there and kiss you. x
My lips curl up into a grin again. She's finally on her way.
Trust me, I can't wait to kiss you either, baby. See you soon. x
Kicking off my heels, I unzip my bag; pulling out something more comfortable to change into. Some soft navy shorts and a white tank top. I fold my suit over a chair and pull the shorts and tank on.
I decide to grab my laptop and sit out on the balcony. I can get a head start on looking at where we want to go next week. Making myself comfy, I start searching for places nearby that would work for a week away. I don't really know what's around though. I've not left Storybrooke all that often.
An hour passes. Slowly. I've not really looked at anything useful for our trip. I've sat thinking about Emma. How good kissing her feels. How wonderful her body feels against mine. How divine her fingers feel touching me. How delicious she tastes when my tongue delves between her folds.
Now I'm wet and aching for her to arrive. I put the laptop down; she shouldn't be too long. I go back into the room and call down to room service.
Less than 10 minutes later, a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc in an ice bucket is delivered to the room with two glasses. Sitting back out on the balcony, I pour us each a glass. I take a sip as I look out over the forest. It's still pleasantly warm, and the perfectly chilled wine is refreshing under the late afternoon sun.
I get lost in my thoughts again, looking out through the trees. The condensation from my wine glass drips on my leg, bringing me back to the moment. Setting the glass down, I look at the time. She should be here any minute.
As expected, a minute or two later, I hear the key in the door. She's finally here. She comes over to the balcony, and I stand to meet her.
"Hey, baby. I can't believe it's taken me so long to get away today." She wraps her arms around me. I hear myself take a deep breath in as I relax in her arms. I find her lips and instantly there's nothing but her. Her taste. Her scent. Her fingers working their way under my tank top and digging into my back. This is what I've waited all day for.
My hands work their way through her silky blonde hair. Her tongue flicks against my own. I feel one hand on the small of my back, pulling me against her. Her other hand slips between our bodies, toying with my nipple.
"Hmm, Regina, you feel amazing…" her words trail off as she kisses me again. Pinching at my nipple, she trails kisses along my jawline and down my neck. I moan, tipping my head back.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you today," I manage to murmur. I pull her face up to me, bringing my lips to hers again. I suck her bottom lip lightly before letting my tongue flick into her mouth.
"I missed you too, baby," she whispers into me. We hear noise from one of the other balconies, or perhaps the forest, and slowly pull away from each other, looking around. My lips feel bruised from kissing her so intently already. I take our wine glasses from the table, passing hers to her.
"Should we order dinner or…" she shrugs her shoulders, sipping her wine before placing the glass back down.
I set my wine down as well. Finding her eyes, I can't help but kiss her again. "Maybe…" I manage as I turn her around and start stepping backwards into the room, bringing her with me. Our lips stay entwined the whole time as we stumble to the sideboard. The far end has the phone and menus.
I'm so desperate for her I hurt, and I can feel my panties are soaked through. She presses me against the sideboard. "Please, Em, I can't wait any longer," I meet her eyes as my words make it out between heated kisses. "Please, I'm so desperate to feel you touch me."
She moans deeply from her throat, almost growling at my words. "Screw dinner!" she laughs. Her fingers hook into the sides of my shorts and she pushes them down along with my panties. They fall to the floor and I kick them aside.
I lift her fitted grey tee over her head before taking my tank off and throwing it to the floor. She looks so incredibly hot in just her dark jeans that sit on her hips, and her black lace bra. I just want her even more. Her hand reaches behind my back and swiftly undoes my bra. As it falls forward, I'm not even sure which one of us throws it to the floor.
She nudges me back against the sideboard so that I'm sitting on the edge. My hardened nipple is quickly taken into her mouth. I moan loudly at her warm tongue swirling over it, sucking gently. Leaning back against the wall, I thread my hands through her hair again.
"Em, please…" I hear myself begging again. Something I've only ever done for her. Even with how often I find myself at her complete mercy, I always feel equal with her, and safe. Her hand makes its way between my legs and I spread my thighs. I grasp her hand, pulling her against my aching centre. "Please, I want you so badly…"
Her fingers rest against me, sinking easily between my folds. "Oh my god, Regina." Her lips meet mine again and I plant my hands firmly either side of me, palms flat against the wooden surface. "You're so wet." Her breathing is ragged as she speaks, her voice low and husky. "You feel so good under my fingers."
We kiss fervently as her fingers find their way to my aching clit. Her touch is almost too much and yet not enough, all at the same time. I press my palms harder against the sideboard as my back arches. Her fingers run over my swollen nub, time and time again. I'm always amazed at how quickly she can make me come; if she wants to.
Warmth starts to radiate through me. I bring my body forward, resting my arms over her shoulders. Kissing her as hard as I can. I can't get enough of her. I pull her to me as I come undone. I don't think I've ever needed her more.
My own orgasm twisting through me, my fingers scrabble to undo her jeans. I push them down enough to gain access, followed by her panties. I wrap my legs around her, pulling her close. My fingers eagerly find her silky wet lips. I smile against her kisses, realising she's as wet as I am.
She groans as I go right to her clit. I revel in the feel of my fingers gliding so easily over her. Her hands grab at my sides as my fingers slide over her. Her hands soon grasp my sides more tightly and I know she's almost there.
Kissing her deeply as she comes, I tighten my legs around her. I want to stay here with her forever. In this moment. Just me and her.
Her grip on my sides loosens. We both begin to relax again. Our kisses slowing, becoming more gentle until we break apart. Our breathing still ragged. We stay right there, arms around each other now, looking into each other's eyes, Our breaths slowing in unison. I swear I can see the entire universe in her eyes. I can see my future. Our future.
"I-" we both go to speak at the same time before laughing. The air fills with anticipation, excitement and maybe a little nervousness.
"Emma, I love you." The words are out now. There's no taking them back.
A smile spreads across her face. "I love you too, Regina."
That split second felt like an eternity, but she said it back. "You really do?"
"Of course I do, baby." She kisses me and I know she means it. I kiss her, slowly, softly. Like we have all the time in the world. Because we do. She's not going anywhere.
After a few minutes, our lips part and her arms wrap around me as I lean into her. My head resting against her shoulder, her head resting over mine. We squeeze each other tightly, holding each other close.
To just be in her arms, and have her in mine, feels…? I don't even know the words, I've never known anything like this before. I can breathe. It feels like for the first time in my life I can breathe. I can just be here. With her. She doesn't want anything from me, she just wants me. And I want her. We can just…be.
Muffled voices trickle through from outside. We probably should have closed the French doors. I don't think anyone could have seen us, but we weren't that quiet. We slowly let go of each other. She plants a single kiss against my lips and then smiles at me. That wonderful smile always makes me so blissfully happy.
She steps back slightly so I can stand. I look to the menus next to us. "We should order dinner, I suppose."
"Good idea. I'm starving!" She pulls up her panties, kicking off her boots and jeans. I gather my clothes from the plush carpet and reluctantly start dressing.
"So, pasta? Or do you want a burger?"
She finds her top on the floor and puts that back on, before retrieving her bag from the door. Rifling through it, she pulls out pale shorts. "A-ha!" She pulls them on, and I groan at the loss of the sight of her mostly naked body. "I'm thinking pasta! No, burger, definitely burger!"
"I'll get us more wine as well." I call down to room service and place our order. Hanging up the phone, I tell her it should be here within a half-hour. We sit back out on the balcony, next to each other, looking out over the forest.
After a few moments of silence, quietly sipping our wine, I remember why she was so late today. "So what did those damn dwarves do to keep you from me today?"
She turns her body to face me, tucking her legs up under her. "They've been running an underground poker game. Literally! In the mines! They had a full poker table set up, a bar, the works!"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope, they've been doing it for the last year apparently, but Sleepy fell asleep during last Saturday's game. I guess Dopey thought Sleepy wouldn't notice if he stole some chips. Dopey owed Grumpy money from the week before though, so he told Sleepy."
"Wait until I get my hands on them!" I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"And then things got physical between them all in Granny's, who came out with her crossbow. She chased them out onto Main Street, and David was called. I couldn't really leave him to handle them all by himself, as much as it killed me to know you were here waiting for me."
She leans over and brings her lips to mine, cupping my face. I'm ready for her all over again. Her lips graze mine a few times before pulling away. I moan slightly at the loss of contact. "I really was impatient for you to get here. I can't believe those damn dwarves and some stolen poker chips kept you from me."
"Part of me just wanted to let them have at it, but I figured that probably wasn't wise." She laughs, sipping her wine again. "Anyway, I spoke to David. He'll cover the Sheriff's office for the whole of next week. I told him I'm visiting an old friend back in Boston."
"So we really could have the whole week away? I think we need to tell Henry. I don't like keeping it from him, especially if we're going away for a week. He should know where we really are."
She nods slowly, thinking. "I agree, and I think he'll be okay with it. All he's ever wanted is for us to get along."
"What do we tell Henry though?"
She shrugs. "Well, we tell him we've been seeing each other for the last three months. Things have got serious, so we thought it was time we tell him. And we ask if he has any questions I guess?"
"Do I tell him I'm a lesbian now? I'm gay? Bi." I can't imagine myself with anyone else ever again. But I don't know what that means, other than her being the love of my life.
"Baby, I don't think you have to worry about putting a label on it right now, or ever, if you don't want to. I mean, he's not going to think you're straight after we tell him we're together." A chuckle escapes her throat before she stops herself. "Sorry, I just mean, he's smart. And I don't think he will expect you to have an answer for that if you're not ready to."
"That makes sense. I'm not ready to tell everyone else. I don't even know where to begin with that. It's not really any of their business."
"That's okay, baby. We don't have to tell anyone else until you're ready. Henry can be trusted not to say anything; he's a good kid."
My palms feel clammy. I don't want her to think I'm not proud to be with her. "I just… I'm sick of being the talk of the town. I don't want that again. I don't want them to tarnish what we have with their gossip."
Her hand rests on my thigh as she moves closer. "Baby, it's okay. I don't care who else knows or doesn't know. We can take this at your pace. I know this is new for you, and that's okay. Besides, if people know? I'm pretty sure they'll figure out that your Tuesday 'meeting' is with me."
I laugh. "I suppose it wouldn't take much for them to put two and two together. I'm not ready to say goodbye to our weekly plans either yet. I also don't want them poking around."
Her thumb rubs back and forth on my thigh. "So we'll tell Henry this week? We don't have to worry about telling anyone else right now, okay?"
My lips curl up into a smile as I think just how much I love her. "Okay, thank you for understanding." I lean forward and kiss her as there's a knock at the door.
"I've got it." She jumps up and heads over to open the door, standing aside to let the waiter in. The cart is wheeled to the balcony, and we're soon left alone again. I pour us more wine while she transfers our plates to the table and removes the silver domes covering them. We sit across from each other at the table.
"You got us an onion blossom! You really do love me!" she exclaims with laughter. Tearing off a frond to eat, she winks at me.
"I really do," I sigh in contentment. I pick up a forkful of pasta and realise just how hungry I am. I look around; through the forest of rustling leaves in front of us. The glorious blue sky. The sun shining down. Emma sat with me, smiling. Just us and we have the whole night uninterrupted.
She finishes a mouthful of burger before attacking the onion blossom again. "So, any ideas where you want to go next week, baby?"
"I didn't get very far looking earlier. I suppose there's always Boston?"
"I mean we could, but I'm kinda tempted to say let's go somewhere completely new together! Unless your heart was set on Boston?"
"Not at all. I just don't know where to suggest."
She finishes her mouthful as she wipes her fingers on a napkin. Grabbing my laptop, she opens it up, typing in a few words. "Okay, close your eyes."
I look at her confused. "You better not be getting crumbs on my keyboard, Swan!"
She smirks. "Why? Will you have to punish me, My Queen?"
"I think you might enjoy that a little too much, you know."
She laughs. "Okay, I've brought up a map of places that would be close enough without wasting too much time travelling. You're going to point somewhere on the screen, and that's where we'll go! Unless you point to a place that sucks!" She laughs again. "Now, close your eyes!"
I place my fork down and close my eyes, wishing we were in bed right now rather than on the balcony eating. I feel her hands on mine, guiding them to the edges of the laptop screen.
"All yours!" She lets go of my hands, and I hover my index finger over the screen before letting it settle somewhere randomly. Opening my eyes, I see a few inches above my finger reads 'Quebec'.
"Canada, let's take a look," she says, sitting back down. She takes another bite of her burger and wipes her fingers again before tapping away on the keyboard. Her head bobs side to side as she looks at the information in front of her. "We wave Henry off at 7am, right?"
I nod as I pick up my glass of wine. The cold liquid slips easily down my throat.
"Which would give us plenty of time to drive to Boston and be at the airport for the 15:50 flight to Montreal." She looks at me expectantly, wide-eyed and excited.
"You have far more knowledge of this world than me, so if you think that works, I'm happy."
"Wait, or we could drive, but well…" she taps away at the laptop for a couple of minutes between bites of her dinner. Picking up a few fries and dipping them, she continues. "So we could see Henry off, head straight to Boston, spend a couple hours there and have lunch. Then make our way to the airport. We'd be in Montreal early enough to have a nice evening as well."
I sit back, placing my fork on my empty plate. I can feel myself looking at her, taking her in.
"What?" she wipes at her mouth. "Do I have food on my face or something?"
"No, I just… This; planning a trip. Being here with you eating dinner. All of it. I'm happy; you make me happy. I love you."
Throwing her napkin onto her empty plate, she sits back smiling. "You make me happy too, baby, all of this. I love you so much." She reaches out across the table for my hand, and I move forward to meet her. Our fingers interlace, squeezing each other. "So Montreal? What do you think?"
"I think it sounds perfect!"
Her hand pulls away, and she goes back to the laptop. "I'm going to book our flights. Henry isn't back until late evening on Friday, right? Then we can have a look at hotels."
"That's right. I'll clear this away." I stand and clear the plates onto the cart before wheeling it back to the door. We move back to the sofa that looks out over the forest to look at hotels. She pours us another glass of wine.
A hotel is quickly chosen and booked for the four nights. We agree that she'll come over to the mansion tomorrow night so we can all have dinner together and tell Henry. I'm nervous, but I don't think he'll have a problem with us being together.
I'm still not sure of the reason I'll give people for being gone for the week. The same week as Emma. But we have some time to figure that out. Right now, I don't care. I snuggle into her side, and we chat some more as we watch the daylight dim and the moon appear.
The air starts to chill off, so we drape a blanket over our legs. We could go inside, but we're both enjoying being out on the balcony. It's peaceful, with only the odd noise drifting across from other guests. Even the birds start to become quiet under the fading light.
Her hand moves from resting on my arm, reaching to my side where my shorts and tank meet. I feel her fingers curl under my top and begin to lightly dance across my skin. Her touch instantly excites and relaxes my whole body at the same time.
I let my head rest heavy on her shoulder, my eyes closing in the moment. Taking in a deep breath with my whole body, there's nothing but the sensation of her fingers trailing up my side. My eyes slowly open, and I turn just enough to bring us face to face.
Her soft warm lips slowly connect with mine, lighting up my whole body with a need only she can satisfy. With that small touch, the flood gates open. I'm wet and aching for her.
The blanket falls to the ground as I move to face her properly. I plant one knee between her thighs, straddling her right leg. Her hands rest on my sides, pulling me in. Slow kisses quickly become heated. "Did you bring it?" I ask hopefully. I lean back, resting on her leg.
She looks up at me, eyes glinting and a smile spreading across her face. "I brought it." Her voice is low, dripping with suggestion. "How about we take this inside?"
I begin to stand. "I like that idea very much." We bring in the wine and our glasses, closing the French doors this time. She sets music playing on her phone, before connecting it to the speaker that sits on the sideboard. I turn on the bedside lamps, dimming them slightly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take a few gulps of wine while I watch her retrieve some things from her bag and place them on the bed. It's a mottled purple, smooth but I think I can see ridges on parts of it. Larger than I expected, but not too big, I think. I've never done this before. I have nothing to compare it to. A bundle of black straps and a small clear bottle accompany it.
Standing in front of me, she pulls me to my feet. I take one more sip and place my glass on the nightstand. Her fingers brush my sides as she grabs the bottom of my tank, tugging it upwards. I lift my arms and she pulls it over my head, discarding it on the floor. My bra follows.
Her eyes stay locked on mine as she pulls her own top off. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra. It lands on the floor with the rest. Her fingers reach out to my shoulder and she skates along it, moving inwards.
She reaches my throat and moves downwards. Between my breasts. Down over my stomach. Her finger hooks into my waistband and move around to my left. I feel her other hand on my right and she tugs down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked in front of her. She eagerly removes the remainder of her own clothing.
My exposed skin meets hers as she pulls me against her. Her lips are on mine again, kissing me, slowly, teasingly. She pulls her head back every time I go to kiss her more deeply. I know she's not going to cool the flames burning within me any time soon.
"Lay down. In the middle," she instructs me. I sit back on the bed and use my hands to push myself back and up towards the headboard. I watch intently, propped up on my elbows, as she grabs the bundle of black straps from the bed. She also picks up a small metallic purple cylinder, slipping it into a hidden pocket.
She notices my quizzical look. "It's a bullet," she explains. "It vibrates against me, while I'm fucking you." I nod in acknowledgement. I know she's used these things with girlfriends in the past, but it's not a position I've been in prior to being with her.
Holding the straps out towards the floor, she steps in. Guiding them up her legs, she pulls them a little tighter. I admire the jet black sitting against her creamy skin as she feeds the dildo through the metal ring, positioning it carefully. Tightening the straps a final time, she looks at me.
I bite my lip as I take her in. She looks hot, and I can't wait for her to fuck me. As she turns around, I enjoy the view of the straps pulled tightly over the curve of her ass. She throws a few more things on the bed that she's taken from her bag and kneels on the bed next to me.
My eyes focused on the dildo that's strapped to her, I reach a hand out to run down her body. She stops me before I can make contact, grabbing my wrist. "I don't recall saying you could touch, Madame Mayor." She grins. I moan in frustration. "Lay back. Hands above your head. You know the safeword, if you need it."
I oblige willingly as I nod my agreement. She leans forward over me, kissing me slowly. Pulling away as I try to kiss her more hastily again, she reaches to the pile of things on the end of the bed and produces a blindfold. Lowering the black satin over my eyes, I feel her adjust it, ensuring it's secure and that I can't see anything. I close my eyes and take in a breath; wondering what she will do next.
Her fingers graze my skin as she buckles cuffs firmly around each of my wrists. My arms are pulled up towards the headboard as she secures them in place. I've never been more ready for her to touch me. I wait patiently. I know not even a minute has passed, but each second feels like an eternity.
Her hair brushes my shoulder as I feel her lips meet mine again. I moan, lifting my head off the pillow to meet her. I shudder as suddenly I feel her fingers dance down my arm, from my wrist, slowly down to my shoulder. Then the same on the other side. I feel the monsoon between my legs growing. I can smell her perfume as she hovers over me. Sweet but earthy.
She moves away a few more times as I try to pull her in deeper. Coming back, she grazes my bottom lip with her teeth, before letting her tongue explore my mouth. I welcome her in, meeting her tongue with mine through muffled moans. Her fingers make their way along my collarbone, working their way further down to circle my nipple.
I moan as her lips leave mine and trail kisses along my jaw. I tip my head back, feeling her lips reach below my ear. Her tongue flicks at me, and she sucks my flesh into her mouth. The cuffs pull against my wrists as I move under her caress, my back arching. I'm so desperate for her touch; I can't keep still. My thighs press together and I feel how wet she's made me.
Warm wet kisses teasingly follow down my neck. Her hair brushing over my breasts and then my stomach as her lips move to the curve of my breast. Long slow licks of her tongue caress my skin along with soft, teasing kisses. I wriggle beneath her as she circles closer and closer to my erect nipple. My left is being rolled between her fingers.
Finally, I feel her hot breath on my taut nub. I arch up towards her, but she won't be rushed. I want to thread my hands through her hair, pulling her in. The cuffs hold my arms securely above me. The music washes through the darkness of the blindfold, her lips at long last closing around me. Her soft tongue against my hard nipple. A low groan escapes my throat as her fingers unexpectedly pinch at my other side.
Teeth graze over me, biting lightly before her mouth trails across to my left. She proceeds to tease and torment that side in the same way as her hand trails down my side. Her nails are short but I feel them dig into me here and there. Down my side, pausing at my hip, a finger teases along the crease at the top of my thigh.
I part my legs, hoping she'll give in to my needs sooner rather than later. As the air hits my core, I know my desire for her has escaped my lips, coating my naked pussy and out onto my thighs. Her lone finger continues its torturous path along my crease, down towards my cunt. But she never veers, intent on tormenting me.
Her trailing finger moves outwards and I feel her whole hand against my inner thigh. Her fingers dig in again as her lips let go of my nipple. Her mouth peppers my body with kisses. Under my breasts, down my torso, over my stomach. She takes her time, working me up more than I knew possible. I can't see a thing, but I can feel every delicious touch she gives me. Lips, fingers, hair. They are all setting me alight.
I'm so caught up in her touch that I'm taken by surprise when her lips are against mine again. She kisses me and I instinctively try to move up towards her. I'm quickly reminded there's only so far I can move as I feel the cuffs pulling tightly against my wrists again. She doesn't tease or pull away this time though. She kisses me. Fully. Deeply. As hungry for me as I am for her.
All too soon, she pulls away. I feel the bed moving a little. She's gone from my side and I think is between my legs now. Her hair falling on me as she kisses along my lower stomach confirms this. More movement and I feel her work an arm under each of my thighs. Her hands hold on to my sides, just above my hips. My feet are planted firmly on the bed. My knees bent, I spread them a little more, relaxing. Waiting to feel her mouth on me.
She plants kisses on my inner thigh, sucking and nibbling as she goes. Making her way up closer and closer. My own breath hitches as I feel hers hovering over me. A few seconds of teasing and I groan at the loss as she starts planting kisses on my other thigh instead. She is determined to tease me senseless tonight it seems.
Her right hand moves from my side and I feel her hand on the back of my thigh, pushing my leg up towards my body. The kisses move around to meet where her hand is. She licks and nibbles at me, over the back of my thigh and the curve of my ass. Her mouth is setting my skin alight and I'm so ready for her.
Releasing my leg, she kisses her way back to my centre. "Oh god," I gasp as her tongue makes contact. A single lick up the centre of my lips. I almost come undone from that touch alone.
"You taste amazing," she drawls before I feel her kiss and suck at my outer lips. She glides over me easily, my desire covering both of us now, I'm sure. I'm lost in the darkness in a way I've never known before. Her mouth on me the only thing I need. Soft licks, gentle kisses, teasing nibbles. She leaves no part of me untouched.
My hips buck up towards her. My arms pull at my restraints. My throat lets out noises I'm not sure I've heard myself make before. She dips her tongue inside of me. My cunt is aching for her. I want to feel her deep inside me as I come. Oh god. My clit. It's in her mouth. She's licking and sucking and it's an assault on my senses I somehow wasn't prepared for.
I'm so close. I hear my breathing, deep and ragged. Moans all merging into one. She sucks me firmly into her mouth and I know that will be my undoing. No! Her mouth leaves me. What is she doing? I try to find words, but only groans come out.
The bed jostles again and she's above me. Kissing me. I feel myself all over her. I taste myself on her tongue. I kiss her back, feeling her mischievous smile against my lips. "I'm not letting you come that easily," she taunts.
She pulls away. I wait for a moment, wondering what she's doing. There's movement, but I can't hear anything that gives her away. I feel my chest rising and falling rapidly. My breathing is starting to slow, but my clit still aches for her. I gasp, feeling my skin pebble, part shock, part excitement.
Her mouth is on my nipple again, but it's not the familiar warm feeling I've come to know. It's ice cold. My already hard nipple stiffens further. Her mouth leaves me, but I instantly jump at the ice cube that replaces it. Slow light circles around my nipple. Droplets of water run off and down my skin in every direction. She kisses me and I enjoy the sensation of her icy tongue flicking at my warmth.
My body undulates and jerks as cool droplets fall one by one over my body. She circles my other nipple with the ice cube and I feel it stiffen as hard as the first. The colder she makes my nipples, the more the heat between my legs grows. The ice cube is immediately replaced by her mouth, and while it's not fully warmed from the ice, it's enough of a contrast that it feels hot as she teases me.
I groan deeply as the icy drops begin to hit my wet, warm pussy. My breathing speeds back up. It's an oddly erotic sensation, heightened by the fact that I can't see. I don't know what to expect or when. But the constant anticipation sends a thrill through me I never knew I desired.
My anticipation is answered by her fingers sliding between my lips. They're cold from the ice. "Do you like that?" she asks.
"Y- yes. You feel… Yes…" I manage. Her fingers sink between my lips further, no longer hesitant. I'm instantly on the edge of orgasm again. She skims my clit lightly a few times. I know her movements are carefully measured so that I don't come yet. Her fingers glide through my desire and down to my entrance.
My breath hitches again as she presses against my centre. Her fingers move in circles, and my hips move against her of their own accord. She pushes against me a little more each time, but still holding back, still tormenting me. A few more times and she sinks into me. I groan deeply. My walls contract around her as she thrusts in and out. She moves slowly but her fingers reach deep inside of me.
She adds another finger and curls them up against my g-spot. Her thumb rubs back and forth over my clit with every deliberate thrust. My orgasm starts to build again, this time deep inside of me as well as through my clit. I move against her, in perfect unison. I reach the edge once again, my whole body ready for release, when her fingers leave me. If I could manage any kind of vocalisation, I would scream. I'm left panting and desperate. Oh so desperate.
I wonder again what she's doing when she leans forward over me again. I'm taken aback by a cold sensation against my heat again. This time it isn't ice, but the lube on the dildo that I'd completely forgotten about. Its length sits against me as her hips rest on mine.
She kisses me and I can still taste myself on her. Before pulling away from me, she whispers in my ear. "This time, I'll let you come, baby." A groan escapes my throat. I feel the tip part my lower lips and she pushes it against my entrance. "Ready?"
I nod furiously. "Y- yes." She pushes against me and the tip easily slips inside. She holds it there for a moment as I let the sensation wash through me. She feels heavenly already. She moves out the tiniest fraction and then back in, building a steady rhythm, letting it slip further inside of me with each thrust.
She shifts and leans over me, our hips against each other and the full length of the dildo slips slowly inside of me. I become aware of a quiet buzzing and realise that at some point, she must have turned the bullet on. I'm close to coming, but right now, I'm blissfully enjoying the feeling of her on top of me, fucking me slowly and deeply.
She kisses me, slowly this time, softly. She's never felt so amazing. "Is this good? Or faster?"
"Faster," I manage, barely a whisper. As she moves a little quicker, I wrap my legs around her, opening myself up to her. She's pressed against my clit, and every thrust in and out of me causes a delicious sensation through my clit as well. The dildo fills me, every thrust bringing me closer and closer to release. "I'm so close."
"Me too," she answers. With that, I feel myself let go, my walls contracting around the dildo, fire spreading through me. I can feel a sheen of sweat over my whole body. I can hear she's coming too. I tighten my legs around her, pulling her in. My arms pull at the restraints. The darkness of the blindfold making me feel everything more acutely as she reaches parts of me I've never known.
Her thrusts slow as we both relax. I unwrap my legs and she leans back off of me, the dildo slowly leaving me empty. I'm a panting, sweaty, exhausted mess. The buzzing of the bullet becomes louder and I jump as I feel it against my clit. "Oh my god. St- Oh fuck."
She's laying against my side. She must have taken the harness off. Her hand rests over me and moves just enough to slowly move the bullet over my clit. It's too much. I can't. But before I can protest again, sensations I've never known radiate out and I'm coming again. She kisses me and I can't get enough of her. I try to talk, to tell her I don't know what she's doing to me but words don't come out. Just deep guttural groans.
The sensations run through me hard and fast. She pulls the bullet away and the noise stops a second later. "I never- Fuck. I-." I know I'm making no sense as she pulls the blindfold from my eyes. I blink a few times as the low light of the room hits my eyes and she comes into view. Her beautiful face. Dishevelled hair. A look of relaxed satisfaction on her face that feels familiar.
She reaches up above me and unhooks the cuffs, leaving them around my wrists for a second. I bring my arms down and rest my hands on my forehead, brushing my hair back. I roll slightly onto my side, just enough that I can scoot back against her and be in her arms. I need to be in her arms after that.
She sweeps my hair out the way and kisses my neck softly. "Regina? Have you ever used a vibrator before?"
I feel my already flushed face flush even more as I find myself hesitating. The Enchanted Forest didn't exactly have a local sex shop. Nor does Storybrooke. "No?" I'm not sure why I'm saying it as though it's a question. I lean back to meet her eyes.
"Hmm, we should go shopping in Montreal next week." She kisses me and I turn in her arms to fully face her, our bodies against each other.
My eyes find hers. "I'd really like that."
"I love you," she utters between kisses. I know she's reassuring me that she understands and it doesn't matter.
Those eight little letters say it all.