Emma's fingers were tightening in her hair. Emma was babbling. Her hips gyrated. Bucked against her face.
Regina squeezed her girlfriend's thighs. Sucked harder and harder on that hard little knot located between Emma's thighs. She applied more and more pressure until…
"Oh my GOD!" Emma yelled, muscles spasming around Regina's tongue and the familiar taste of her sweet essence prickling on it. As always, Emma tasted exquisite.
"That was...Oh my god," Emma moaned. "You are definitely onto something, Professor Mills."
Regina chuckled richly and felt highly satisfied with her own doing as she kissed Emma's inner thigh. It was deliciously sticky.
She lifted her head and saw the most magnificent sight. Emma with her golden hair splayed out on the pillow. Emma with hooded eyes and a dreamy, satisfied smile on her lips. Regina lied down next to her girlfriend and was about to tease her for it, but she wad distracted when Emma lifted an arm. If she was trying to reach for her, she was not doing such a good job. It was probably her dazed state that caused her to give Regina's breast a bit of a clumsy grope.
"Ooops. I can definitely do better than that," Emma said and gave a little grin. "C'm here, professor Mills."
"You're...exhausted, my love. You need...rest," Regina chuckled. She would take no offense if Emma ended up falling asleep. It would be absolutely fine.
Emma opened her eyes more properly. "The only thing I need right now is seeing the look on your face when you come, professor."
As promising as that sounded, Regina felt compelled to remind her partner that there was no rush. "Take...a moment. We have...plenty of time, my...love," she said as she skated a couple of fingers over Emma's collarbone. Her skin was sticky, Regina noted. And felt satisfied.
"Mmm, you are amazing!" Emma half-moaned. "Seriously, that right there..."
"Was...some of my...best work," Regina smirked, feeling very satisfied with herself. "I...know."
"I fucking love you and your confidence," Emma said, wrapping her arms around Regina and pulling her closer.
Regina was satisfied with that too. Very satisfied indeed.
But it would appear that Emma wanted things differently. She grabbed her right thigh and draped it over her waist. "That's better."
Regina settled for hissing. She was wet, and the way her core rubbed against Emma's waist did nothing to soothe the growing ache.
"I'll get you in a moment, professor Mills," Emma drawled, and everything in Regina yearned for more. Being called 'professor Mills' in bed turned her on ridiculously.
Still, she didn't want to rush their snuggling session. "There's...no rush," she murmured and nuzzled her nose against the side of her partners neck.
"Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" Emma asked rhetorically.
Regina hummed in sheer delight. "I thought...I was the one who was...mushy after sex."
"Mushy," Emma repeated and chuckled.
Regina laughed too. This was absolute heaven. Safe to say that they were reveling in their adult time while Henry was away on his school trip. They had pretty much ended up in the bedroom almost as soon as Henry had left. The next day, Ruby had watched Neal for a few hours, and once again, they had ended up in the bedroom.
Today Zelena was spending some time with her nephew. Zelena was actually the one who had called them and asked if she could spend time with Neal. Something about wanting to practice being a mother.
Regina had found it to be a little strange that Zelena had called them, and after a bit of prodding from Regina, Zelena had admitted that she wanted to give Regina and Emma some alone time.
Regina hadn't tried to deny it. Had just told her sister that that would be lovely, and so it had been arranged that Zelena would pick up Neal tomorrow.
Tomorrow was right now. Neal was currently at his aunt's house, and Regina and Emma were naked as jaybirds and wrapped in each other. Regina couldn't think of a more perfect way to spend her afternoon. She was so satisfied. Tired. At least right now. It probably wouldn't be long before she craved Emma's touches yet again.
She couldn't get enough. No matter how long she spent naked in bed with Emma, she would always crave more. And she loved that. Loved that she couldn't get enough. Loved that she was so vigorous in her appetite.
Her sex life had never been better.
Soft fingers combed through her hair and brought Regina out of her musings.
"Oh. I thought you had...fallen asleep," she said and chuckled softly. Emma had been so quiet.
"Nah, I'm not going anywhere before..." Emma looked knowingly at her, a slow, naughty smile dancing on her lips.
Regina immediately understood why. She was wet, so wet. Was probably smearing it all over Emma.
"I'm...making a mess of... you," she huffed and tried to lift her leg off of Emma. Emma wasn't having it, though. She put a gentle but insistent hand on her thigh.
"No. Stay right there. We're not done," that naughty smile grew wider as she trailed a hand down. She wiggled it in between Regina's thighs. Found her clit easily and gave it a slow, teasing rub.
Regina swallowed dryly. Her stomach muscles flexed in anticipation already. Her tiredness completely vaporized. She was wide awake and so, so ready for more!
"Yeah? You like that?" Emma asked and rubbed her clit again. This time harder.
Regina squirmed and bit her lip. God, that feels SO good!
"Tell me what you want, beautiful," Emma encouraged. That was a thing they'd done since Regina finally regained the ability to speak. Emma took great pleasure in hearing Regina tell her what she wanted in bed. In words.
Regina liked that. She loved telling Emma what she wanted in bed. She loved that she was able to tell Emma what she wanted in bed. And right now, she had a very specific request. "F-fingers," she breathed. "I want...your fingers inside...of...me."
"What you want, you shall have," Emma husked. "Lemme look at you…."
Regina lifted her head and peered up at Emma through her lashes. She tried smiling, but ended up biting her lip instead when Emma's hands moved down and cupped her core.
"So wet for me, beautiful," Emma murmured and brushed a finger over her clit.
"Can't really...argue with that." She squirmed, fully enjoying the attention Emma was bestowing upon her.
"And why should you?" Emma rubbed her clit again.
The hard rub had Regina squirming. And hissing when Emma moved her fingers lower and slowly pushed two digits inside her. The feeling of Emma's fingers nestled so snugly inside her, stroking so gently, had Regina's jaw falling open and swallowing thickly. "Oh, Emma!" she grasped Emma's shoulder. "Don't stop!"
"Never," Emma murmured, curling her fingers and stroking the spot that had Regina's toes curling and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
"This happens to be one of my favorite things to do with you, Mills," Emma continued.
She was probably teasing, but Regina couldn't focus on it. She was much too busy thinking about what she wanted in bed. She had one more request for Emma on this particular afternoon. "Can I...have one more?"
"One more- ohhh," Emma bared her teeth in a grin. "You want one more finger, babe?"
"P-please," Regina groaned, looking up at Emma under her lashes again.
"Your wishes is my command, Milady," Emma said, and as she spoke, she withdrew her fingers, so it was just the tips that were still buried inside Regina.
Regina was not entirely satisfied with that, but her dissatisfaction only lasted until Emma pushed the two digits back inside her. Along with a third finger.
Regina's breath sped up. Her toes curled and her mouth fell open. It felt like she could have come undone right then and there.
"This what you wanted?" Emma sweetly teased her.
"Mmm," Regina breathed and felt euphoric when Emma started to pump her fingers inside her. Everything pulled tight within her when the three digits rubbed against her g-spot perfectly. Fuck, she felt so full!
"Ahhh!" she moaned and squeezed Emma's shoulder tighter. Her toes curled and her thighs trembled. God, she was so aroused right now! She literally couldn't think. Could barely communicate. All she could do was feel. And what she was feeling was absolutely wonderful. Her core was already clenching. She was riled up from the pleasure Emma had given her earlier. Riled up from pleasuring Emma.
"E-Emma!" she hissed and might have squeezed her partners shoulder a bit too hard.
"You're close, baby?" Emma rasped in her ear. Her palm suddenly pressed snugly against Regina's aching clit, and Regina trembled from head to toe. She tightened around the three fingers buried inside her.
"Y-yes! Oh, Emma, I'm so...close!"
"Then come for me, beautiful…".
How was she supposed to hold back when Emma was doing that thing with her fingers? When her palm kept rubbing against Regina's clit?
Regina willingly surrendered to all the wonderful feelings swirling low in her stomach. She cried out as she squeezed Emma's shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw a multitude of colors behind her eyelids. Her own pulse was roaring in her ears. Everything in her was tensing, tensing, tensing… She arched forward and let out another strangled moan as her muscles stopped spasming and she climaxed around the three fingers buried deep inside her. Her climax was intense, she could feel that right away. She had spilled over more… enthusiastically than she normally did. Her body had done that thing again. It didn't happen very often, so she was always a bit surprised when it happened.
"Oh, fuck, you have no idea how much I love when you do that, babe!" Emma hissed in her ear.
Regina moaned a bit in response. She wasn't sure she was ready to talk just yet. She was still recovering from that magnificent orgasm. God, that was good! She felt how her lips curled into a smile. It was possible that she looked silly, but right now she didn't care one bit. She was far too satisfied. Requesting things in bed was fun, so much fun. And it was absolutely glorious that they didn't have to get out of bed just yet. There was no commitments waiting for them just yet. Nothing that they had to do.
Emma took her chin in her free hand and gently turned her head. When she kissed her, Regina was only capable of sloppily returning the kiss. She was still trying to catch her breath. Trying to relax after the intense pleasure she had just experienced. used her free hand to grasp Regina's chin and turn her face so she could kiss her lips. As they kissed, her muscles relaxed, and she made a little sound in the back of her throat when Emma withdrew her fingers from her core.
Emma chuckled into the kiss, and Regina was not capable of kissing her anymore. She needed air, and she pulled out of the kiss. She blinked a bit. Shifted a bit and felt something sizzle down her spine when she felt how sticky she was between her legs. She cast a glance at Emma's fingers. They were glistening.
"Now I've...made an even...bigger mess of you," she said and didn't feel one bit bad about it.
"And it was fucking hot, babe," Emma said, voice firm. "I really fucking love when you do that!"
"It's you who...do it...to me." Regina moaned and felt a smile blossoming on her lips. She was sure she looked goofy again, but oh well, she was allowed to look goofy after that spectacular orgasm.
"I love you." Emma wrapped an arm around her.
"I love you...too," Regina said. She felt a bit sleepy now. Like she often did after their lovemaking. "That was...amazing, Emma!"
"My ego is the size of a skyscraper."
Good. Regina chuckled and brushed her nose against Emma's cheek.
Emma combed her fingers through her hair. Regina was well aware that her hair was messy, but she couldn't be bothered to do anything about it right now. She was far too comfortable like this. She loved the way Emma always held her real tight after intimacy. Regina curled up in Emma's arms. Like a cat who had found a stream of sunlight. That's what Emma always said in a very sweet yet teasing tone.
Regina wriggled a bit and thought to herself that it felt a bit like they were doing something naughty. It was in the middle of the afternoon. She had work for tomorrow, and Emma should be writing. Yet here they were. In bed. In the middle of the afternoon.
Regina couldn't have been happier about it. Right now everything could wait. The world had slowed down and shrunk. Right now, it only consisted of her and Emma and this very warm, cozy bed that seemed to whisper to Regina that she should take a nap. She was tempted to take the advice. A nice little nap all wrapped up with Emma. Drifting off to sleep while Emma was stroking her hair. Perfect.
"You've never asked for three fingers before," Emma said a bit suddenly, and even though Regina's eyes were closed, she was sure that Emma was grinning at her.
She opened her eyes, and yes, Emma was most certainly grinning at her. She looked like a cat who had been served an extra big portion of cream, Regina thought to herself as she a bit sleepily said: "I was... in a particular... mood."
"Which was awesome," Emma grinned. "I'm always open to try new things."
What clearly was meant to be a bit of a teasing remark, almost immediately had the wheels in Regina's head turning. Once again, she was thinking about that 'thing'. The thing that had popped into her head a few weeks ago. At first she had brushed it off, but the idea had stayed with her, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it. God, just thinking about it had heat sizzling down her spine. She looked at Emma. Would she be interested in trying it? Should Regina say something? Maybe it would be silly. She didn't want Emma to think that she wasn't happy with how things was in the bedroom. Because she was! Their sex life was amazing. Things literally could not be better.
"What is it, babe?" Emma asked. She had clearly noticed Regina looking at her.
"Nothing," Regina said quickly, deciding that it was better to not say anything. If Emma misunderstood and thought that she wasn't happy with things in the bedroom, she would only get upset, and Regina didn't want that.
"Not true." Emma combed her fingers through her hair again. "You're thinking of something. I can tell."
Yes. Yes, she was. But she had decided not to say anything. So there's that.
"Come on," Emma begged with those wide, green eyes. She looked so sweet and irresistible when she did that. "Tell me? Pleeeaaase?"
Regina rolled her eyes. How the fuck was she supposed to say no to those eyes? She couldn't. It was better to just say her thoughts out loud.
"I was just...thinking about...something...new," she admitted lowly.
"Something ne- ooooh!" Regina could almost see the light bulb switch on above Emma's head. "Is there something new you'd like to try, beautiful?"
"Yes," Regina admitted and silently cussed herself for blushing like a schoolgirl. Why did she always have to do that?!
"And what that might be?" Emma asked. She was all curiosity now. Not a hint of teasing.
Regina still felt a bit uncertain, though. "I don't know... if I...should say."
"What? Why not?" Emma squeezed her gently. "Babe, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I am not...embarrassed. I am...worried about sounding...like I'm not...satisfied with...things," Regina clarified, rushing to make Emma understand. She was not unsatisfied with their sex life. Not even a little bit!
Emma snorted. Actually snorted. Regina was almost getting offended. Until Emma spoke again. Her voice was as always soft and gentle. "Okay, now you're just talking nonsense, beautiful. You suggesting something new in the bedroom does not mean that you're not satisfied, okay? I KNOW you're satisfied."
"Don't wanna….sound….ungrateful," Regina muttered under her breath.
Emma shook her head a bit to indicate that she still found Regina to be silly. She kissed the top of her head. "Regina...Please tell me what's on your mind. I've told you. I'm open to trying new things."
Well, here goes nothing. "Toys," she murmured and hated that she was blushing so hard. She was an adult woman, for crying out loud. She should have been able to talk about this without blushing. "I'd like to try...with toys." Well, at least I managed to say it out loud without choking on the words.
"Ooooh," Emma cooed. She didn't look one bit embarrassed or awkward about the subject. "Are we talking vibrators or strap-ons? Or something completely different?"
Just hearing Emma talk about it had Regina ducking her head and looking anywhere but at her girlfriend. She wasn't used to this. Wasn't used to her suggestions being with curiosity and openness. She was still marked by the time where she had not been allowed to make any sort of suggestion in the bedroom. The only person who had been allowed to do that, was the man whose name she didn't want to think about in their bedroom. He was not welcome here.
"You've nothing to be embarrassed about beautiful," Emma said softly and gave her a gentle squeeze. "This is something we can talk openly about, okay?"
"Okay." Regina nodded and reminded herself that she was in a relationship with the kindest, most gentle person in the world. She had no reason to feel weird about this.
"So...?" Emma's voice was all soft and gentle as she coaxed her.
Regina stopped beating around the bush and finally voiced her request. Very quietly. "Strap-on."
Emma's shoulders lifted as she drew in a breath. Her green eyes began sparkling, and she was definitely smirking when she spoke again. "Interesting. Very interesting."
"You...think so?" she didn't feel awkward anymore. Now she only felt warm because she was thinking about the fantasy she'd been harboring for a good while now.
"Oh, I'd say so, babe. I'd say so." Emma's voice was like butter. All softness. With just a hint of seduction. Her arms seemed to be tightening a bit around Regina too. "So tell me, babe. Which one of us would you like to wear it?"
"You," Regina said quickly. That was literally what she had been fantasizing about. And the reason why she had asked for three fingers. She was ready for more. Ready for something new. And she could easily imagine how mind blowing it would be with Emma.
Emma licked her lips now. Slowly. Regina wanted to kiss her. Badly.
"I love you and the way your brain works, Mills," Emma told her and ran her fingers up and down Regina's back.
Regina swallowed something. Because of the touch and because of their conversation. "So you think that's...something we could...try sometimes?"
"Absolutely." Regina felt herself being shifted so she suddenly was on top of Emma. "Abso-fucking-lutely!"
Yes. Her stomach pulled tight in sheer anticipation. Her nipples puckered and she adjusted so she was sitting rather than laying on top of Emma. Her nipples were sensitive now. She didn't want to squash them.
"Have you thought about that for a long time?" Emma let out a tiny moan. Perhaps it was the shift.
Regina saw no reason to lie about that either. She nodded in confirmation. "And I might have...dreamed about it a...few times." Definitely. Her dreams had more or less been haunted by the scenario she had just said out loud. She was surprised that she hadn't moaned loud enough to wake Emma.
"For how long?"
Ah. That. "A... few weeks?"
"Regina." Emma clicked her tongue in the sweetest kind of disdain. "You are supposed to tell me these kind of things!"
She was well aware. But her silly mind had put a stop to any attempts at telling Emma. "I was afraid...that it would sound...like I wasn't satisfied. I didn't...know how to say it."
"Well, I'm glad you did. And you know I love doing new things with you. Out of the bedroom or in it," Emma smirked up at her.
Regina rolled her eyes at the silly joke.
"And just for the record..." Emma continued, lifting a hand and cupping her right breast. "You asking to try new things with me doesn't mean that you're dissatisfied. It means that you want to explore things with me. And that's a good thing. Okay?"
"Noted." She hoped that weren't going to talk about this for much longer. Not because she didn't find it interesting, she definitely did. But it was getting hard to concentrate when Emma was plucking at her nipples.
"Should I keep doing that, beautiful?" Emma drawled.
She was teasing her. But Regina happened to have an es up her metaphorical sleeve, and she bared her teeth in a wicked grin as she began to roll her hips and thereby rubbed their cores together. Her fun little 'game' was richly rewarded. Emma hissed and started to roll her own hips.
They build up a rhythm. Slow and teasing at first, but then faster, hips snapping and sensitive flesh grinding together.
It left Regina breathless and half delirious. Her lips parted and she threw her head back. God, she was already getting 'there' again. Incredible. But that was just what Emma did to her. Her hands were still on her breasts, plucking at her nipples and Regina wanted to return the favor. She lowered her own hands to Emma's perfect breast and cupped them lightly. Tugged gently at the pink tips. Emma moaned throatily, and of course this only spurred Regina on. She rolled her hips once more and grinded their clits together.
"Fucking hell!" Emma panted.
Adequate as always. Regina smirked teasingly at her partner and rolled her hips faster. The way Emma groaned and moaned and moved her body under her was exquisite.
"You are so sexy," Emma panted. She moved her hands away from her breasts and scored blunt fingernails up and down Regina's body.
"You are...not so bad yourself, my...love," Regina hummed and let out a sigh at the way Emma was touching her.
"The sexiest woman ever!"
"You are...so beautiful," Regina breathed back. "So, so...beautiful!" god, her core was starting to clench all over again. She could feel that tingling sensation in her toes and down her spine. She was going to come again.
"I love you," Emma hissed.
"And I...you, my...love," Regina managed between sharp moans. She was starting to feel delirious, and the next thing out of her mouth was more a command than a plead. "Now please... make me come."
"As Milady wish." Emma rolled her hips sharp and fast, and Regina's fate was sealed when Emma's clit rubbed hard against her own.
She threw her head back and cried out as the orgasm crashed down upon her. Her body shook, and it was tempting to collapse on top of her girlfriend right then and there.
But not yet. Through the haze of pleasure, Regina was aware that Emma had not come yet. And they couldn't have that. She shifted a bit. Worked a hand in between Emma's thighs and found her swollen clit with two fingers. She began rolling it between her fingers and she heard Emma gasp.
Regina kept her gaze fixed on Emma's face as she touched her. What she saw had her chest expanding and heart feeling like it had grown four sizes.
Emma looked so goddamn beautiful. The look on her face when she came was something that forever would be etched onto Regina's brain. Something she always dreamed about. Those parted lips. That golden hair splaying out on the pillow. The way Emma was grabbing her hips and holding onto her as though she couldn't get enough. The way her face first scrunched and then relaxed as a blissful look washed over it.
Assured that Emma had reached her peak, Regina now collapsed on top of her and muttered 'oh my.. g-god', into the crook of her neck.
Emma moaned weakly in response and Regina felt her hand on her rear. Intentional or not (Emma did talk a lot about her backside), Regina had no complains about it.
"Five," she muttered lowly and groaned into Emma's soft skin. Emma had made her come five times. Up until now, Emma had made a whole sport of counting her orgasms. Until now, obviously. Regina had beat her to it.
"Five is pretty impressive." Emma snickered hoarsely and squeezed her backside.
"It'll be a...sixth if you don't...stop that," Regina groaningly warned.
"So let it be a sixth. We still have plenty of time before we have to pick up the little guy."
Could have been wonderful, but alas…"I cannot...take anymore right...now," she said and tried not to slur. "I'm not...as young as you."
"You look twenty five. Subject closed." The statement was followed by another little squeeze to her rear. "Are you saying it's time for a nap, beautiful?"
"Not a...nap. Maybe just...a bit of...rest?" Regina suggested. She was starting to feel very warm and lazy. Post-coital bliss.
"Sounds reasonable to me. Come here."
Regina chuckled as she eased herself off of Emma and snuggled into her arms. Emma stroked her hair and Regina was sure that a certain odor coming from herself had just wafted into her nostrils.
"I need...a bath. I smell like-"
"You smell like sex, and it's the best smell ever." Emma effectively cut her off and scratched her scalp lightly. "Even better than the perfumes you normally wear."
I'm not sure I agree. But right now, Regina couldn't be bothered to argue. She snickered softly and pursed her lips so she could blow hot air on Emma's neck.
"That tickles."
"Tough." She didn't feel one bit apologetic. Why should she?
"You minx."
Regina felt her rear being squeezed again and of course felt compelled to warn Emma. "Careful," she said and made a point of glaring at her partner. The situation hadn't changed over the past two minutes. She still couldn't take anymore right now.
"I'm shaking in my boots, babe."
It did not sound very genuine, but Regina was too sleepy to do anything about it. she let it slide and muttered : "you...better," followed by a yawn she couldn't quite hold back.
"Are you sure you don't want to take that nap? We have plenty of time for a snooze."
Her defenses were slipping real fast. She surrendered. A nap sounded great. "Five...minutes. I'll just...rest my eyes for... five minutes."
"Okay. Five minutes then," Emma agreed with her.
Regina was asleep in a matter of mere seconds. And when she slept, she dreamed of that wonderful scenario, she finally had told Emma about….
"How….could this happen?" she groggily complained as she tried to wake up properly.
"I dunno, I guess we were tired?"
Regina scowled. Emma wasn't being one bit helpful right now. "We slept… too long!"
"Why?" Emma asked simply.
"We have to…. Pick up Neal," Regina said. But the explanation was halfhearted. The truth was that ever since her depression had lifted and she had stopped sleeping in the afternoon, she had been convinced that sleeping in the afternoon was pointless. That she wasted time if she slept in the afternoon.
Of course it wasn't so. And deep down, she knew that. But she was still learning.
"Yeah, soon. But not now," Emma pointed out. Fancy taking a bath with me?"
Hmmm. She lifted an eyebrow. "Is that a...good idea? I know how... taking a bath with you... often goes."
"Yeah, it's nice, isn't it," Emma chuckled shamelessly. "But I'll behave. No funny business. Unless you're asking for it, of course."
Regina rolled her eyes. But the truth was that the sight of Emma's naked body glistening with water, quite often had her asking for 'funny business'. Though not today. "Let's go and...take a bath. A...quick one."
"The fastest bath ever," Emma joked. "A ninja bath."
Ninja bath. Regina shook her head as she left the bathroom.
The scent of perfume combined with the smell of warm sheets told her that Emma was right behind her.
A bath was prepared, and Regina thoroughly enjoyed it. The hot water soothed certain parts of her that felt a bit achy.
But Emma wasn't doing such a good job at the whole 'no funny business', though. Regina had seen her gaze drift lower a number of times already, and now she couldn't keep her mouth shut a moment longer. "You're staring...at my...boobs," she pointed out as she casually leaned back in the tub.
"So I am. But only because- wait, a second, did you just say "boobs"?" Emma laughed heartedly.
"I... did."
"Interesting."
"I know...many words, dear," Regina teased and felt tempted to nudge Emma's thigh with her big toe. But that would probably count as 'funny business'.
"Oh, I know you do." Emma winked at her. "I heard a decent amount when we were in bed, professor."
Not the professor thing again. I'm not strong enough to resist it. She scowled at her partner. "You really...must stop calling...me that. I cannot...concentrate when you...call me professor."
"Sorry."
Yeah, right. "You're not."
"You're right. I'm not. Not even in the slightest," Emma happily admitted.
"You're...bad." Is this funny business? Does it count? Maybe? Oh, never mind, I don't care.
"Oh, you have no idea how bad, Mills," Emma wiggled closer in the tub and wrapped her arms around her neck. Water sloshed around them, and Regina came dangerously close to throwing her own rules overboard. But then she remembered that they actually did have to pick up Neal. So she snickered and gently pushed Emma away. "No funny business...Swan. You...promised."
"Ooops." Emma was doing a miserable job at feigning shame. "It's just soooo hard to resist you."
"I'm sure...it is," Regina hummed. "But you really...must behave."
"Don't wanna!" Emma groaned.
Regina didn't meet her partner with a lot of understanding this time. She merely teased "tough," and then grabbed the bottle of shampoo standing on the edge of the tub.
"Can I wash your hair?"
She stilled with the bottle in hand and lifted an eyebrow. Is that a trick question?
"Just that," Emma assured her with a soft chuckle. "No funny business. I promise."
Hmm, decisions, decisions. Except not really. She was merely pretending to consider the suggestion to mess a little with Emma. Once Emma had lifted an eyebrow, Regina let her off the hook. "Okay... then." she handed the bottle of shampoo to Emma. "Foam...me up."
"You got it, Mills." The lid was popped of the shampoo bottle, and Emma squeezed shampoo into her hand. "Head back."
Regina happily tipped her head back. Felt Emma's hands in her hair and hummed when those hands started to massage her scalp.
"I have good hands. That's what I keep telling ya."
"You definitely...have, my love," Regina agreed. "This is...very nice."
"Good. That was the intention."
It felt amazing, being pampered like this. Regina closed her eyes as Emma rinsed the shampoo out of her hair after a throughout hair and scalp massage.
"Conditioner?" Emma asked.
"Yes, please."
"Coming right up. Perhaps I should open a hair salon if the writing fails."
"I'll be your first...customer," Regina assured with a chuckled and silently mewled at how good it felt when Emma applied conditioner to her hair. "But I don't think...that your writing will fail."
"No, it'll be interesting to come to work tomorrow."
"Mmmm." Regina knew what Emma was referring to. Tomorrow, it would be decided whether it made sense for Emma to keep working for Dragon Publishing, or if she could live of writing.
It would be a huge victory for Emma if she was able to write books full time, but Regina could appreciate that it also would be strange for her partner to quit the job she liked.
"Head back."
Emma's voice brought her out of her musings, and Regina chuckled lightly as she tipped her head back. Emma rinsed the conditioner out of her hair, and Regina had to raise her voice slightly in order to be heard over the sound of the water. "You would...make a fine...hairdresser, miss Swan."
"Definitely." Emma laughed. "I have many talents, Mills."
Naturally, Regina could only agree with that
Once Emma's hair had been washed as well, they got out of the bath and into the bedroom.
Regina chose a black lace bra with matching panties and her garter belt. In the closet, she also found a pair of sheer stockings. She had a whole arsenal of those.
"Could you do me a favor and put that on really slowly?"
"You mean...like a reverse strip tease?" she chuckled. What a strange request.
"Yeah, exactly."
"You are...a goof," Regina observed and clicked her tongue
"But you love me anyway."
"True...that." she stepped into her panties and tugged them up to rest on her hips. Next was the garter belt. She easily fastened it around her waist and thought to herself that she would purchase a new garter belt soon. The lace trim was starting to look a bit tired. Perhaps she could get one the next time she visited Diane's Lingerie. Her previous trip to that store had been such a success. Save to say that she finally had gotten the chance to model for Emma. And safe to say that Emma had been very happy with what she saw.
Regina sat down on the low chair by the vanity and extended her right leg out. She frowned in sheer concentration as she rolled the stocking on. She had to be careful not to rip the stocking. She managed without any holes or tears, and could soon extend her left leg out and do the exact same thing.
"Damn." Emma sounded every bit yearning. "Reverse striptease is definitely sexy, Mills. But the fact that you're doing this without a bra on is just... Well, let's just say I'm fighting every instinct to carry you back to bed."
"That would have...been wonderful, but we...have a little...munchkin to pick...up," Regina patiently reminded her girlfriend as she reached for her bra.
"Aaaaw! You called him our little munchkin. That's adorable, babe."
"Well, he is... adorable," Regina said simply and clasped the bra.
"Our son." As she spoke, Emma stepped into her jeans.
"Does that...feel weird for...you to...say?" She smoothened the bra straps over her shoulders. Few things were worse than nagging bra straps.
"No," Emma shook her head. "Maybe I thought of him as my brother for like five minutes, but no. Not anymore. I see him as ours. Our son. Exactly like I see Henry as our son. I know I'm not biologically related to either of them, but-"
"Henry sees you...as his mom." No question about that. Regina fetched one of her silk blouses from her closet. "And Neal will...grow up to see you as his...mom."
"And you," Emma smiled. "I can't wait to hear him call you "mom", beautiful."
Regina could not wait for that either. Just thinking about it had her getting all distracted as she put on her burgundy silk blouse and pencil skirt. She smoothened the blouse to make sure it wasn't bulging at the waistline, and when she was done, she realized that Emma was still standing in only her bra and jeans.
Regina smirked a bit. Might as well enjoy the reverse strip tease, then. She sat down on the low chair again and made a whole point of looking at Emma.
"Oh, that look is not fair when we're about to leave, babe," Emma complained.
"I don't think...I've had...enough," she flashed Emma a little smile. No, she definitely hadn't had enough. It wasn't hard to feel like you've had enough when your girlfriend happened to be the most gorgeous woman on the planet. And now Emma was putting on a baseball shirt. Regina loved that shirt. It sat so well on Emma.
"Good. Because I've definitely haven't had enough of you," Emma slipped the grey baseball shirt over her head and smoothened it slightly. "Maybe we get the chance later when little munchkin is down for the night."
"One can...only hope." She couldn't help licking her lips.
"I love how insatiable you are," Emma turned her head and smirked before tying her hair back in a ponytail.
"I love...that too," Regina agreed and thought back to a time where it had been quite different. "I can still...remember how frustrating it was...when we couldn't...when I couldn't..." She ran out of words. Just thinking about it had her feeling sad for past-Regina.
Emma came over to her. Bent down and wrapped an arm around her waist. Nuzzled her nose against the side of her neck. Then kissed her there.
Regina shuddered and came very close to suggesting that they took off their clothes and went to bed.
She didn't though. Reminded herself to be sensible and remember what they were supposed to do. And not what she wanted to do. "Emma...We're supposed...to pick up... Neal."
"I know. I just really wanted to kiss your neck." a second kiss to her neck followed the statement.
"You're...distracting me, my...love," Regina did her best to chide. "Now stop...kissing my neck, will you?"
"Yes, professor."
Christ almighty. Regina groaned and tried to push out any professor-fantasy she might have harbored. They definitely didn't have time for that.
"Ready to go?" Emma asked.
"Mmmm," she said quickly. "Let's go... pick up our son."
"Yes, lets. I bet he has missed us soooo badly," Emma chuckled.
"He probably...thinks that Zelena is his...mother now," Regina joked.
"In that case, it's about time we're rectifying that." Emma took her hand, and off they went to pick up their little munchkin. Naturally, Regina missed him a lot.
Getting to Zelena's place was quick. Probably because they had spent the drive talking and laughing. And flirting. A whole lot of flirting.
Regina knocked on the door, and she had barely lowered her hand before the door was opened and they were greeted by Zelena. She was wearing the world's biggest smirk, and after having invited them inside, she revealed exactly what that smirk was about. "My, my," she drawled, clearly enjoying teasing them. "Done already? I thought it would be at least two hours more."
Emma went red, but Regina wasn't about to be swayed. "Shut up, Zelena," she said calmly and rolled her eyes. Her love life was not a joke!
Her crass words made very little impression on Zelena though. She merely cackled. "Would you two like a cup of coffee?"
"No, we would...rather be taken...to our son. I'm assuming you...haven't kidnapped him," Regina said flatly.
"I considered it." Zelena rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly which immediately softened Regina. It was hard to get cross with her pregnant sister.
"He's adorable, but I figured I have my hands pretty full as it is. He's having tummy time in the living room. Come along."
Regina and Emma followed Zelena into the living room, and Regina smiled at what they found. Neal laying on his stomach on a thick blanket on the floor. He was cooing and flailing his arms. Most likely because he couldn't reach the chew toy.
"You do know he's on the verge of crawling, right?" Zelena asked.
"We know," Emma said proudly. "We're sort of just counting down, isn't that right, babe?"
"Any day...now," Regina added and quickly bridged the distance to her youngest son. She couldn't possibly wait any longer, and she crouched down and ran her fingers through Neal's hair. "Hello, little...one."
"Hoooh!" Neal said and gave her a drippily smile that had Regina grinning at him. Oh, she had missed their little boy! She could feel that now when they were reunited.
"Has he been a good little owl?" Emma joined them on the floor and brushed a thumb over Neal's cheek.
"The best," Zelena said.
"Hooh." Neal was happy to see Emma too.
Regina picked him up and earned herself a squeal when she lifted his little shirt and blew a raspberry right onto his little belly.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he has missed you," Zelena quipped. "Has anyone of you heard from Henry? Because I'll have you know that I haven't heard from my nephew in two days."
"He called us and talked for exactly one minutes yesterday," Emma said and laughed. "He was in the middle of putting up a tent. Again. Apparently, one of the poles snapped sometimes during the night."
"Ah," Zelena chuckled. "My poor nephew."
"Good thing...it didn't rain last night." Regina frowned. She wasn't that big on camping and sleeping in a tent. "I don't want him...to catch a cold or...anything."
"I'm sure he won't, babe. They fixed the tent. And according to the forecast, it won't rain for the next week."
"I know." She nodded and smiled when Neal wiggled in her arms. "Plenty of...opportunities to take this...little one for a stroll."
"Yeah."
The one sentence answer had Regina all curious. Same with the look on Emma's face. But before she could get a chance to ask any questions, her phone rang, and she had to position Neal against her shoulder so she could wiggle the device out of her pocket. For a moment, she was almost 'fearing' that it was Malena who was calling to tease her some more. She was still going on about Regina's drunkenness the other night, and Regina suspected that she never would hear the end of it.
But it wasn't Malena. Regina saw her son's name and picture light up on the screen. Speaking of...the devil," she quipped as she lifted the phone to her ear and greeted Henry with a: "good...afternoon, son."
"Hey, mom," came Henry's voice in the other end. "I just wanted to say hi."
"That was…. sweet of you…. honey," Regina hummed and managed to pass Neal over to Emma. She walked into the hallway so she could talk without disturbing Neal. For some reason, he always got so grumpy when either her or Emma was on the phone. She hoped that he would lay off that habit soon.
"So….how are you feeling….honey?" She briskly asked her son. "Are you….having….fun?"
"So much fun!" Henry said excitedly, and Regina's heart swelled. That was all she wanted to hear.
"Yes? What have you…. Been…..doing today?"
"We had to get up real early to go bird watching, and then we had to build our own fire and cook our own breakfast!"
Real outdoorsy things then. "That does….sound…..fun. Wasn't….Mrs. Landing there….with you?" she had to ask. A bunch of ten year old building their own fire sounded…. Flammable.
"Of course, mom." Henry sounded positively overbearing in the other end. "She helped us if we needed help, and she stayed there the whole time. But guess what?"
"What?"
"Jake fell into the river! Mr. Daniels had to jump into the water to save him!"
"Oh… goodness." Regina's feelings for outdoorsy stuff was cooling more and more. "That doesn't sound….very nice." For either of them. "Is….Jake okay?"
"He's fine, he was actually laughing when Mr. Daniels had pulled him out of the water, and then everyone else started laughing because Mr. Daniels hair was dripping all over."
Well. Regina could imagine that that had to have been funny. But still. Poor Mr. Daniels. "You are….being careful, right, Henry?"
"Of course, mom. Hey, that was a full sentence!"
"So… it was," Regina chuckled.
"Awesome!"
"You're so….sweet, my little…prince."
"I miss you and Ma. What are you doing?"
"Well, we've just…. Picked up your brother from Zelena, so now…we're going home, and I will…probably start dinner…soon."
"What are you having for dinner?"
"Potato pie," Regina said without skipping a beat.
"Oh, okay." Henry's voice sounded all light. He had clearly been afraid to miss out food-wise.
Regina silently congratulated herself with having told a little white lie. It wasn't truethat they were having potato pie for dinner. They had actually talking about being all unhealthy and picking up French fries and fried chicken and onion rings. But Henry didn't need to know that.
"And what are….you….having for….dinner?" She inquired and hoped that Henry would say 'stewed carrots' or 'potato soup'.
He didn't. "Bacon and eggs and potatoes made over the fire!"
Well then. "That sounds….very nice." And very unhealthy too. But she was not about to embark on that conversation right now. The most important thing was that Henry was happy. And he clearly was.
"I gotta go," he said. "We're going on a forest expedition! We have to count how many different birds and trees we see."
"That sounds…. Fun," Regina smiled. She liked that her son was learning about nature. She could look past all the bacon and eggs because of that.
"Bye, mom. I love you. And Ma. Tell her that. And kiss my baby brother for me!"
"I'll do…that," she promised. As always smiling a little extra when Henry referred to Neal as his brother. "Bye, my little…prince. Have fun. And don't forget…to…check in tomorrow."
"I won't forget. Pinky promise!"
He hung up and Regina smilingly headed back to the living room. "Henry...sends his love," Regina she said to Emma and Zelena as she put the phone back in her pocket. "He's having...a really good time...with his friends, and-" she stopped talking when she noticed that both Emma and Zelena looked a bit….. strange. "Is...everything... Okay? You both look so...serious."
"Everything's fine," Emma said briskly.
Indeed? Regina wasn't so sure she believed it. Something was up, but she couldn't figure out what. She glanced at Zelena, looking for reason. "Are you...okay? You're not...in pain, are you?"
"I'm absolutely fine, hun," Zelena assured, placing a hand on her pregnant belly. "In fact- oh!"
"What?" Regina asked and lifted an eyebrow in concern. Now she was really starting to worry.
"Your niece or nephew is kicking. Come, come! Quick! You have to feel this!"
Ooooh! Regina immediately crossed the floor and put a hand on her older sister's growing belly. She felt her face split into a grin when she felt those tiny flutters against her palm. "Oh my." This was so special. One of those moments you would remember forever. She was very happy, and a little bit touched that Zelena wanted to share it with her.
"You too, dear." Without hesitation, Zelena grabbed Emma's free hand and placed it on her belly. "The baby is kicking, and I insist on sharing it with everyone."
Emma laughed. "Wow. That's amazing."
"And a tad strange." Zelena chuckled a bit. "I mean, there's a tiny person kicking within me."
"You'll...get used to it," Regina assured and smiled at her sister. It was bound to be strange at first, but she knew from experience that the baby kicking would become a completely natural thing to Zelena soon enough.
Neal started complaining and squirming in Emma's arms. Emma moved her hand away from Zelena's belly and cupped the back of Neal's head. Kissed him and gently shushed him. It didn't work.
"I guess that...means we're...going home," Regina said. She knew what was up. "I think...he's hungry."
"I think you're right," Emma agreed. "And we have a date with the television and Sleepless in Seattle."
"So...we have," Regina smiled. She was looking forward to that.
"Do get out of here, lovebirds." Zelena made a 'mwah' sound as she bestowed a wet kiss upon Neal's cheek. "And take care of my nephew."
"Take...care of my...niece. Or...nephew," Regina teased back.
"I'll most certainly do that." Zelena gave her a hug. "Now get out of here. I have a ridiculously hot date with a bag of onion rings."
"You'll...get heartburn tonight." Seriously, onion rings was just about the worst thing one could eat when pregnant.
"And it'll be every bit worth it, I'm sure."
Emma chuckled and gently grabbed her by the elbow. "Come on, babe. The couch and Sleepless in Seattle is waiting for us."
Zelena hugged Emma too. She also walked them into the hallway. Once were just about to leave, Zelena said:
"I'll call you later, Regina. So you better answer!"
"I...promise." Regina rolled her eyes at how overly dramatic her sister was being. "Bye, Zelena."
"Have a good date with the couch. And your girlfriend," Zelena teased.
They left. Neal was plopped onto his little seat, and off they went. Regina was thinking a lot about their 'date' on the couch with a good movie. She couldn't wait for that. When she turned her head and spotted the dreamy smile on Emma's face, she thought to herself that Emma perhaps was thinking about the same thing?
After all, it wouldn't be the first time they had been thinking about the same thing.
Henry had actually joked that it was a 'soulmate' thing, and honestly, even though it sounded sentimental and a bit too fairy tale-esque…. Regina was tempted to agree with him….
To Be Continued….