Click.
The sound of the front door opening had Regina looking up from her laptop. She silently counted the seconds until…
"Hi, honey, I'm home!"
There it was. Regina chuckled softly to herself. Emma's new favorite way of greeting her was as goofy as it was cute.
She heard rustling. Footsteps in the kitchen. Then…. "Babe?"
"In here," Regina called from the living room where she currently was sitting on the couch. She had been sitting here for a while. Work was dragging out, and she was looking forward to wrapping things up. She pushed the reading glasses up her nose and looked at the laptop screen again.
The soft footsteps came closer. Regina looked up just in time to see Emma coming into the living room. She smiled when Emma planted a light kiss on her cheek.
"Hello, my...darling," she hummed in greeting. "I'll be...done in a...moment."
"Take your time," Emma said and smiled at her. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Yes, please." Regina had actually been craving coffee for the past half hour. She just hadn't been able to get away from her laptop.
"I'll make us some then. is Neal napping?"
"Indeed," Regina said distractedly and turned her attention to the laptop perched on her thighs. She really did need to take care of this. She didn't have that much left. Just a few modules that needed planning, and an essay she had to leave comments on so she could send it back to the student. She was vaguely aware that Emma left the room. There was noise from the kitchen. Emma was making coffee. Regina's fingers flew quicker across the keyboard. Emma was home. She didn't want to work when Emma was home. When Emma was home, she obviously wanted to spend time with her instead. But Emma was always so sweet and patient and made a point of being almost overly quiet when she was working. She also always rushed upstairs and soothed Neal if he was crying while Regina was working. Regina had heard her tell the baby 'hush, buddy, mommy is doing important work, and we can't distract her when she's doing her professor thing.'
Regina found that to be incredibly sweet. The way Emma was so respectful of her job and always made a point of asking her how her workday had been even though Regina was 'just' working from home.
Right now, Regina wished that she wasn't working, though. It was frustrating to still be 'chained' to her laptop when her partner was home. Usually, she timed things so she would be done with her workday at the same time as Emma, but she had been so swamped today. With various things. Planning modules, yes, reading the essay, yes. But also a very important email that potentially could change her work life. She was very excited to tell Emma about it. And she was of course also desperate to hear all about Emma's special workday. She knew that today had been a special one for Emma.
She effectively managed to schedule tomorrow's module. Now there was just one short little essay between her and quality time with Emma.
Regina pushed the reading glasses up her nose again and quickly went over the essay. It was about Charles Dickens, and it was very well written. It wouldn't require that many corrections. This encouraged her to work faster.
Click.
The coffee was done. And so was Regina. Perfect timing. She felt every bit triumphant as she at last could hit 'send' and ship the essay back to the student. Now it was out of her hands.
Thoroughly satisfied with being done, Regina closed the laptop and headed into the kitchen just as Emma was pouring coffee into two cups.
"Sorry about...that," she said, slipping off her reading glasses and blinking slightly to adjust to not wearing glasses anymore.
"No problem. All done?"
"Yes," Regina said and flashed her partner a grateful smile when she handed her a cup of coffee. "So, tell me. How...was work...today?"
"Well..." Emma's face split into a grin. "You are looking at a fulltime writer!"
Yes. Regina couldn't have been prouder. "Am I...indeed?"
"Yep, Mal calculated everything, and it doesn't make sense for me to work at the company anymore. I earn more on selling my book than working for her, so I am officially fired."
Regina lifted an eyebrow. "She...said that?" that was pretty blunt. Even for Malena.
"Nah. She actually said that now was the time for me to "spread my wings and be the writer I was meant to be". I'm actually going to earn my money like this, Regina! I'll be writing books for a living!"
Regina was so, so happy for her partner, and she smiled softly at her. "Congratulations, my...love. I am so...proud of you!"
"Thanks, babe." Emma took a sip of her coffee. "And how was your day at work?"
"It was very...nice," Regina smiled. "I've actually been...in contact with a...professor from the...University of British Columbia. There might be...a position for me in a couple...of months. If I'm...interested, that is." Oh, she had been bursting to share this news with Emma! She had been so excited when the professor had contacted her, and she had been on the verge of calling Emma to tell her the news. But she had stopped herself. Had reminded herself that they would have every opportunity to talk about it when Emma got home.
"And are you?" now Emma was smiling again.
"I might...be," Regina nodded. "My voice is...getting stronger every day. My speech therapist seems...to think that I'll...soon be able to...speak without delay."
"Your voice has already improved a ton."
"It has, hasn't...it?" She tapped her throat lightly.
"I'm proud of you. It's awesome that you're going back to work."
"Might be," Regina corrected. She hadn't made up her mind completely yet.
"Might be," Emma echoed.
Regina took a sip of her coffee and felt utterly satisfied. What a good day this was. Emma was now a fulltime writer, and she had gotten a job offer from a professor. Exciting things were happening. They should almost celebrate it in some way.
"So, has Neal been a good boy while I was gone?" Emma asked.
"Of…course he was."
"And is he still obsessed with his hands?"
"Oh…yes," Regina chuckled. "He was….looking at them for almost…five minutes before I….put him down….for his nap. And he sat up and tried to….push…forward with…his hands. I'm telling you, that...boy is on...the verge of crawling."
"I bet he is," Emma grinned. "And has our other son checked in today?"
"He has," Regina confirmed and smiled because Henry had basically been missing in action while away on his school trip. "I talked to...him for about...two minutes. That was all...he could spare...today."
"He's having a good time," Emma chuckled. "He'll probably know all about bonfires when he comes home, don't you think?"
"Most...likely," Regina laughed, shaking her head slightly. "He did talk...long enough to ask for...pizza when he comes...home."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I might...have told him that we...would be ordering...pizza to celebrate his...return."
"That's my girl," Emma chuckled.
"You are...ridiculous." Regina pretended to be haughty. But she actually quite fancied when Emma called her 'my girl'. It made her feel all young and playful. She took another sip of her coffee and tried to quell that much-too warm feeling she got when Emma called her 'my girl'. The endearment was turning into quite the 'thing' for her. Like the 'Professor Mills' thing.
She liked being Emma's 'girl'. Plain and simple.
But she probably shouldn't get too carried away right in the middle of coffee.
In an attempt to distract herself, she glanced around in the kitchen. And spotted a not too big white package standing leaned against the wall. She was pretty sure it hadn't been there earlier. Emma had to have fetched it in the mailbox when she came in. "What is...that?" she asked and nodded towards the box.
Emma glanced in the same direction. Then turned her head and flashed her a little smile. "That is the thing we ordered a couple of days ago. It was in the mailbox. Discreet wrapping and everything. Like I told you."
"Oh." Ohhhhh. Goodness. Regina felt ten times more distracted now. "I see. Interesting." Very interesting.
"How about I take it upstairs and we unwrap it together later?" Emma lightly suggested.
"Good...plan," she agreed and chewed discreetly on the inside of her cheek. Not because she was nervous. Quite the opposite, actually.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, beautiful," Emma softly reminded her. "It's just a toy."
"I know...that," Regina said and took a sip of her coffee again. She was too much of a lady to plain admit that she didn't want until 'later'. Ever since her little admission a few days ago, she had been enormously eager for their newest purchase to arrive.
Emma sat the cup of coffee down. She went over to the wall where the package was standing and picked it up. For a glorious moment, Regina hoped that Emma was about to suggest that they headed upstairs and tried it right now.
But alas, Emma did not. Instead she disappeared upstairs. With the package.
Regina sighed. Her blushing cheeks and short answers had given Emma the wrong impression. Regina was not apprehensive. It was the completely opposite.
Oh well. She supposed that she would have to be patient.
Regina went into the living room with the cup of coffee in hand. She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch. Tugged her legs up under her. Now she wanted to be comfortable after having sat arched forward most of the afternoon.
Emma came back downstairs. It didn't take long before she joined her on the couch with her own cup of coffee.
"Coffee good enough?" she asked
"Mhmm," Regina nodded in confirmation. "It's...very nice."
"Good. That's good. And how are you feeling?"
"I feel...good." Regina was surprised. That was a bit random, wasn't it?
"What's this then?" Emma cupped her cheek.
Regina knew what her girlfriend was referring to. The heat in her cheeks. She groaned and shook her head, silently cursing her blushing cheeks.
"It's okay if you've changed your mind." Emma kissed her cheek. "It's more than okay, babe. We're not gonna do anything you're not comfortable-"
"I...haven't." Regina had to interrupt her. She had to correct Emma's wrong assumption. "I haven't...changed my mind. And I am...not flustered in a...bad way."
"Oh!"
Regina cleared her throat and scratched her chin. She glanced towards the staircase. The package was upstairs…
A warm hand was put on her thigh. "Wanna tell me what you're thinking right now?" Emma asked.
"I'm thinking..." Regina licked her lips and decided to go with the truth: "I'm thinking...that I wish...we were...home alone right now."
"Oh." Emma flashed her a little grin.
"I'm...awful," Regina acknowledged and didn't feel particularly sad about it.
"Nah, you're the hottest thing ever." Emma gave her thigh a soft little caress. "And you're not the only one who really wants this."
Oh, gosh. She couldn't concentrate when Emma was talking about it. She licked her lips as the scenario she had been imagining ran amok in her brain. She wanted this so badly.
But thinking about it wouldn't make it happen faster. She snapped out of the delightful thoughts just in time to see Emma's cup of coffee tipping dangerously in her hand. "Careful," she gently admonished as she swiftly grabbed Emma's cup of coffee before any disasters could happen.
"Huh? Oh. Oops."
Regina tilted her head and was rather satisfied with the way Emma's pale cheeks had tinted pink. "Now you look...a little flustered, my...love," she triumphantly pointed out.
"I was daydreaming."
"About...what?"
"Sex."
"Oh." Regina chuckled slyly. "I...see. Interesting."
"Yeah, I guess we're both distracted now."
Indeed. She chuckled again. "I hope we'll...get the opportunity...to test things...later."
"Yeah, I hope so too!" Emma bit her lip, and Regina immediately felt compelled to scold her for it.
"You cannot… do that right now, my….darling. It is…distracting me."
"Sorry, Mills."
"You're…not," Regina mock huffed. "Not even…a little…bit."
"You're right. I'm not. I am thinking things about you, Professor Mills…"
That didn't help one bit!
Regina would have loved to continue the conversation/flirting, but Neal's little voice sounded clearly through the baby monitor. He was awake and wanted their attention.
Emma went upstairs and fetched him. She changed his diaper, and Regina took the opportunity to put her laptop away. It didn't take long before Emma came downstairs with their now fresh smelling, but slightly grumpy little owl. They cuddled and kissed him until he stopped fussing, and once their youngest son was in a better mood, they plopped him into the stroller and took him for a walk. Neal loved going for walks in his stroller.
Regina willingly took it upon herself to push the stroller. That had been one of her favorite things to do when Henry was a baby, and now it was one of her favorite things to do with Neal.
Emma had an arm around her waist as they slowly walked down Main Street. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
"It is," Regina agreed. "Very…nice and warm." An idea popped into her head. "Perhaps we could….go for a picnic in the…park during the…weekend. If Henry…isn't too tired."
"Good idea, babe." Emma squeezed her waist gently and joked: "and if he doesn't feel like going, we'll leave Neal with him and go on the picnic alone."
The joke had Regina laughing and shaking her head slightly. "You are...full of good...ideas."
"Yeah, I am." Emma responded as though she hadn't been teasing. "And I've got plenty of more where that came from."
"Yes...I'm absolute sure...there is," Regina chuckled. Emma Swan was a treasure chest of good ideas.
"Oh, I could think of so many things." Emma squeezed her waist again.
Regina both wanted and didn't want to know what Emma was thinking about. It was very confusing to be this torn, and she was relieved when Neal happily cooed in the stroller. Now she could think about that instead. Thank god.
"Someone is in...a good mood...today," she said, reaching forward and tickled their
"Is he trying to rip off your finger?" Emma chuckled.
"Let's...hope not," Regina brushed a hand over Neal's cheek. "But his grip...is definitely getting...stronger."
"How long do you think it'll be before he crawls?"
"It can't...be long...now," Regina answered. Neal was rapidly reaching that age. There were many milestones to come. Neal could already roll onto his stomach and lift his head. He was nearly crawling. Just needed a bit more practice.
"How old did you say Henry was again?"
"Henry was...seven months old," Regina answered.
Neal cooed happily once more. His pudgy little hand lifted, and he did his best to grab Regina's hair. He lifted a pudgy little hand and tried to grab Regina's hair this time.
"Ooh, that reminds me I have an appointment at the hair salon next week," Emma chuckled.
Regina hummed in response. She was looking forward to seeing Emma with shorter hair, and she was thrilled that Emma was finally doing this for herself. Emma's hair was lovely, but Regina was convinced that Emma would look stunning with shorter hair too.
They rounded a corner and nearly was involved in a minor accident.
Isabelle Gold, the trusted librarian of Steveston wasn't watching where she was walking. And she only stopped when she was mere inches from the stroller.
"Oh!" she said startled.
"Hey, Isabelle," Emma chuckled. "In a hurry?"
"No, just on my way home." Isabelle suddenly looked a bit disheartened and sighed.
"Are you okay?" Emma asked.
Regina wondered the same. It had occurred to her that Isabelle looked a bit sad.
"Yes, of course." Isabelle lifted her chin, but then her shoulders slumped as she explained the reason for her sadness: "Robert is away on business. He's been gone for three days, and he's coming home tonight. I suppose the last few hours are the toughest."
Regina could relate to that. It hadn't been that long since her and Emma were loving each other from a distance. And not being able to see each other every day had been the absolute worst.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that," Emma offered and looked like she could relate too.
"I suppose I'll just have to suck it up," Isabelle shrugged. Then sighed again.
She missed Gold, that much was obvious. Regina for the million time thought that Robert and Isabelle truly were an unlikely pair. Sometimes love worked in mysterious ways.
Neal decided to join the adults' conversation and cooed. He stretched his little arms, but this time he was reaching for Isabelle instead of Regina.
Isabelle laughed and reached down in the stroller. She tickled Neal's cheek, causing him to giggle adorably. "You are just too cute for words. Maybe I should get one like you myself. That way I would never be lonely."
An idea popped into Regina's head. A way to make Isabelle feel less lonely, and give her and Emma some alone-time. "Would you...like to borrow him?" she asked casually, ignoring the way Emma tilted her head in surprise.
"Seriously?" Isabelle looked surprised. But also excited.
"I...don't see...why not," Regina smiled. "He's certainly good...at putting you in...a good mood." And it would give Emma and I some time alone. Win-win.
"I would actually really love some company." Isabelle was smiling at Neal now, and was quick to adopt a high pitched voice as she spoke to him. "Would you like to go home with auntie Belle? Would you? Would you?"
"Hoooh!"
"Was that a yes?" Isabelle laughed at the faces Neal was pulling at her.
"I think it might have been," Emma said, finally becoming a part of the conversation.
Regina felt her waist being squeezed and knew that Emma just silently had praised her cleverness.
"That's settled then," Isabelle beamed. "I can't wait to spend some time with the littlest Swan!"
Regina laughed. The littlest Swan. That sounded rather sweet.
"Anything in particular I should know?" Isabelle asked. "Routine-wise, I mean?"
"Well, he just had a fresh diaper, so he doesn't need that right now. But he usually enjoys tummy time right now," Emma told her.
"Awww," Isabelle cooed. "I can't wait to see that." she looked fondly at Neal. "We're going to have so much fun, aren't we?"
"Hoooh-oooooh!"
Sometimes, Regina thought to herself, things has a way of simply working out…
"Smooth," Emma said the moment they returned after having left Neal in Isabelle Gold's more than capable hands.
"Thank you, I'm...trying my... best," Regina said with faux modesty.
"You really wanted that alone time, didn't you?"
Regina immediately got a little worried. Had she been too eager?
"Me too, babe. I'm very grateful that you're so... resourceful." Emma came over to her and put her hands on her hips. Regina immediately relaxed once more. Emma wanted the same. No reason to worry about being too eager. She hummed softly when Emma kissed her. That felt nice.
Determined to make the most of the alone time they had left (Henry was coming home tomorrow), Regina stood on her tippy toes in order to be tall enough to reach what she wanted to reach. She wrapped her arms around Emma's neck and earned herself a soft little chuckle. Regina wasn't entirely sure why Emma was laughing, but she certainly didn't mind it.
Mid-kiss, her feet suddenly left the ground. She was lifted . Carried over to the counter and then sat down. Emma smirked at her. There. That's better."
"Someone's...feeling bold," Regina hummed, returning the smirk. She didn't mind Emma's boldness one bit.
"Aw, come on, you love when I carry you."
"I...do." Boldness was something that Regina found very attractive.
But Emma was not the only one who felt bold on this particular afternoon. Regina flashed Emma a mischievous smile as she drew her closer by wrapping her legs around Emma's waist.
"It would appear that I'm stuck." Emma grinned.
"Got a problem...with that, miss...Swan?" Regina drawled and squeezed Emma's waist.
"Not at all, professor."
That darned word again. It sent shivers down Regina's spine, and she instinctively grabbed Emma by the collar of her shirt and fused their mouths together in another kiss.
Emma snickered again. Perhaps she was finding Regina's eagerness amusing, but she would never chuckle in a malicious way, Regina knew that. She groaned slightly when she felt Emma's warm hands on her thighs. She cupped the back of Emma's head to bring her as close as possible. And was richly rewarded when Emma playfully nipped at her bottom lip. Then rubbed her outer thighs lightly.
This distracted Regina. Made her feel even bolder and throw all caution to the wind. She groaned as she broke the kiss and muttered: "I should...have worn a skirt...or a dress...today. Would...have made things... so much easier."
"Why, professor…." Emma looked like a cat who got the cream. "Are you suggesting kitchen sex?"
"Not...at all." She had gathered herself a little more. Knew that kitchen sex would be too scandalous. A bit of petting would have been nice though. Perhaps it was Emma's hands still resting on her thighs and the thought of what could have been done had she worn a skirt made her feel silly. Made her say silly things. "But I might...be suggesting...bed sex in a...moment."
"'Bed sex'?
Jesus Christ. She could understand why Emma's eyes were sparkling and she looked like she was trying to hold back laughter. 'Bed sex' sounded utterly ridiculous. She frowned and felt heat rise in her cheeks. "I am...clearly bad at...flirting today. Do...forgive me."
"I dunno, I think 'bed sex' is just about the hottest thing I've heard all day."
Oh god, I wish I hadn't said that. She dropped her head loosened her legs around Emma's waist. "Stop...mocking me." If this went on, her 'mood' would go right down the drain.
"I wasn't." Emma smoothened a hand over her thigh once more. "You are, and will always be, the hottest woman in the world. I love you. And I love having bed sex with you."
Okay, so she felt slightly mollified, but it still wasn't quite right. "You're making it...worse."
"Then let me make amends."
Her jaw was kissed. Oh, that felt nice. Really nice. Her arousal was already making a comeback. She closed her eyes and gave Emma's waist a little squeeze with her legs to show how much she appreciated Emma's way of making amends.
Emma's fingers tangled into her hair, and her lips were on a journey. Easily finding that sensitive spot on her jaw. Regina moved her head to the side. She wasn't sure why, but every time Emma kissed that spot on her jaw, it made her crave neck kisses. She couldn't find any rational explanations for it. Perhaps it was just a part of the 'Emma Swan magic'. She hummed in appreciation when Emma kissed the base of her throat. That felt nice too. And so did the next thing Emma did. Which was gently kissing the little scar on her neck.
Regina lifted a hand and stroked Emma's cheek gently. She did so love when Emma took her time and kissed her neck. Every part of it. It felt so, so good. Tender. Arousing. Emma always knew exactly how to kiss her. Her mouth was still on her neck. Right above her scar.
Regina hummed in approval. "I love...having my...neck kissed."
"I know you do, beautiful." Emma lifted her head and cupped her cheeks. "Believe me, I know you do."
Regina waited for a punchline. But it never came. Then she waited for Emma to kiss her again. But that didn't happen either.
Instead Emma just stood there with her hands on her cheeks and looking deeply into her eyes.
What is going on inside her head right now? Regina silently wondered. Emma looked to be miles and miles away. Had she zoned out right in the middle of kissing?
Regina didn't know whether to be alarmed or amused. So she settled for neither. "My love?" she asked softly. "Are you...alright?"
Emma immediately snapped out of whatever funk she had been in. "Got lost in thoughts for a moment," she admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But I'm fine."
Regina lifted an eyebrow. "Good...thoughts?"
"The best." Emma put a hand on the side of her neck.
Oh. The touch had Regina exhaling and relaxing once more. "Then perhaps we...could go back...to kissing now?" she asked hopefully.
"That, professor, would be my utmost pleasure." Emma leaned in and kissed her again.
Regina tightened her legs around Emma's waist once more. She slipped her fingers into Emma's hair and shifted a bit on the countertop. She was getting riled up. She was most definitely getting riled up. And even more so when Emma deepened the kiss and slipped her tongue inside her mouth. She caressed Regina's tongue with her own. That sent shivers down Regina's spine too. So many shivers.
And it did not help the matter when Emma's hand crept up her inner thigh.
Regina moaned into Emma's mouth and literally quivered when Emma's fingers seemed to creep closer and closer to a very particular place
Her core was cupped through her slacks, and Regina trembled and had to steady herself by grabbing Emma's shoulder. The hand between her legs moved. Cupped her more firmly. Regina moaned and squeezed Emma's shoulder. Then she parted her legs to give Emma easier access. Was this kitchen sex? Were they about to have sex in the kitchen?
For whatever reason, Regina couldn't think of a single reason why that was a bad idea.
"That feels good, yeah?" Emma murmured.
Yes! "It...does," she moaned.
Emma was rubbing her now. Actually rubbing her. The muscles in Regina's thighs flexed and she felt herself react to what Emma was doing. Heat was starting to bloom low in her stomach. Right here on the kitchen counter. She didn't mind it one bit. She was enjoying herself far too much. She arched forward, pressing herself harder against Emma's hand.
Emma kissed her jaw in a way that had her groaning throatily as she wiggled on the countertop. She rocked against Emma's hand, desperate for more friction that what she already was getting. She felt greedy. Deliciously greedy, and oh god, her underwear was definitely starting to feel damp. And it was very possible that her slacks was too. Those would have to go. Soon. Fuck, if only she had chosen to wear a skirt today! It would have made everything so much easier.
But would she actually mind being pants less in the kitchen?
Emma was slowly swirling her tongue over that spot on her jaw.
Her hand was still rubbing between Regina's legs.
No. No, she definitely would not mind being pants less in the kitchen. Right now, she didn't care. No. She wanted Emma to peel her clothes off and have her right here and now. In the kitchen. On this very countertop. Screw what was appropriate and what wasn't-
Her delightful little fantasy shattered when Emma suddenly stopped kissing her jaw. This could very well have annoyed Regina, but her not-yet spoken complains were obliterated by Emma's next question.
"Do you wanna take this upstairs?" her blonde girlfriend husked and rubbed between her legs once more.
"Yes," was all Regina could say. The hand between her legs was very distracting.
Emma chuckled lightly. "Then let's do it. Come on, Mills." She held out her hand. Regina took it and elegantly hopped off the counter. She had no idea how she managed, really. Her legs felt quite week, and her core was throbbing. Craving attention.
She was the first one to head for the stairs. On stiff legs and with a hand that trembled slightly. She had to hold on to the railing.
"God, your ass is perfect!"
Oh? Regina froze with one foot already resting on the fourth step. She turned her head and smirked at her partner. "You...think so?"
"You're teasing. "You know how much I love your ass." She lifted her hand, and Regina half expected her to make some kind of goofy gesture, so big was her surprise when Emma actually smacked her bottom.
Well then. Regina lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh," Emma said, sheepish all the sudden. "Oops."
"That was...a new one." Yes, she was amused and couldn't hide it.
"I wasn't thinking," Emma said and scrunched up her nose. Sorry."
"Don't...apologize. I...liked it." she was well aware that she sounded joking, but there was a great deal of truth behind the joke. Oh yes, a great deal of truth.
Should Emma ever think of smacking her like that again, it certainly wouldn't be worst thing in the world.
She continued up the stairs, but only made it halfway up before feeling Emma's hands on her rear. Naturally, Regina couldn't keep walking. She spun around and grabbed Emma by her shirt and slammed their lips together in another heated kiss. She very gently pushed her up against the wall and had to shift when Emma grabbed her bottom again. Was actually squeezing it this time, and Regina deepened the kiss. Let her hands wander.
It didn't take long before Emma's hands started wandering too. She unbuttoned the two first buttons in Regina's blouse and kissed her collarbone.
That had Regina moaning all over again. The shivers were back. She had a thing for having her collarbone kissed too. No, scratch that. She had a thing for being kissed anywhere by Emma.
"You are so beautiful," Emma said. Her voice was a bit muffled, but Regina of course understood every word. She hummed in response and threaded her fingers through Emma's hair.
Then Emma kissed her again. Until she could barely breathe. Until her head was swimming with all kind of scenarios. She panted when Emma finally pulled back. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
"This is not the bedroom," Emma rather suddenly observed.
"It's...not." Regina chuckled. This was the hallway. Kissing against a wall was rather nice.
"Not the ideal place for bed sex." Emma was grinning at her now, and Regina wasn't too satisfied.
She gave Emma's hips a little squeeze in warning. "You are...mocking me, miss...Swan."
"I'd never do that," Emma blinked innocently at her.
Regina was not buying into that claim. Not even for a second. But there were other and far more important things on her mind right now. "Bedroom?" she asked simply.
The only type of response she got was a nod and a hand grabbing hers and eagerly steering her towards the bedroom. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Emma's attention was right back on the buttons in her blouse. Regina laughed a bit at her partners eagerness. It was as adorable as it was sexy.
But she stopped laughing and let out a little gasp when Emma successfully opened the last button and worked the blouse down her arms. That didn't take too long either.
"I really love this color on you." Emma ran a finger along the edge of her purple bra.
"You are...wearing too much... clothes," Regina observed. As much as she loved seeing Emma in jeans and tanktop, she appreciated seeing her naked even more.
"So rectify the situation, Mills."
Consider it done. She immediately went to work and lifted the tanktop over Emma's head. Emma looked utterly sexy in only jeans and a bra, and Regina couldn't resist to cup her breasts through her bra.
"I love your hands!" Emma breathed.
"I know...you do, my...darling," Regina smirked and felt like a very wicked woman as she popped the button in Emma's jeans open and pushed them down her legs. Perhaps her movements were too clumsy, or maybe she was very, very eager. But either way, Emma's panties came down along with her jeans.
"Oh," Regina said. This was… unexpected.
"Eh, they were going that way anyway," Emma said and laughed carelessly. "Why not speed up the process a little?"
"Not...my smoothest move." Definitely not.
"But effective. And it's hardly your fault that my jeans are tight…"
"That...they are," Regina nodded. "Very...tight." it was no secret that she loved Emma's jeans.
"Maybe I should take you jeans shopping with me sometimes," Emma suggested and waggled an eyebrow at her.
"Interesting." She moved a hand to the zipper on her slacks. She was too dressed too.
Emma gently batted her hand away and chided: "that's my job, Mills." With that, she opened the button in Regina's slacks and worked the zipper down.
Regina felt how the slacks loosened around her, and it didn't take long before Emma pushed them down her hips. When the slacks pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them and flashed Emma a smirk. She was particularly fond of this underwear set, and she felt very confident. The way Emma looked at her the same way made her feel all warm. She could wear a pajama Neal had spit up on, or sexy underwear. Emma would still look at her in the same way. Like she was the sexiest woman on the planet.
Every time Emma looked at her, Regina did feel like the sexiest woman in the world. But she also felt something else.
Muscles pulling tight.
Shivers up and down her spine.
Wetness gathering between her legs.
"You're so beautiful."
"Perfectly...wet." The blunt statement definitely was not typical for her, but she honestly wasn't capable of concentrating on anything else except that.
And Emma certainly seemed to appreciate it. She definitely sucked in a breath.
"Bed?" she breathily suggested and took Regina by the hand. Tugged a bit.
"Certainly, but we...need..." Regina looked at her partner and hoped that would be enough. If she said anything that came even remotely close to describing their newest purchase, the throbbing between her legs would only get worse.
Oh right." Emma nodded. "Why don't you-" she leaned and pecked her lips lightly. "Make yourself comfortable on the bed while I find the package?"
Sure. Regina could do that. She turned around and walked over to the bed. Climbed up and busied herself with unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. It was a relief to be rid of it. Her nipples had been straining against the fabric since Emma had sat her on the kitchen counter.
She watched silently as Emma roamed around after the package. She knocked a box onto the floor, but Regina didn't comment on it. It wasn't important right now.
After a moment, Emma turned around with the white package in hand. One of her eyebrows seemed to quirk up. Then her gaze settled on Regina's breasts.
"You did...say to make myself...comfortable," explained. "And the bra... was squeezing me." Very uncomfortable.
"Yeah, I can imagine so." Emma was still staring at her breasts.
"Are you...gonna come over here?" Regina asked innocently. As much as she liked being admired, she wouldn't mind being touched too. And she was also quite desperate to touch her partner.
"You bet your wonderful ass I am." Emma walked over to the bed with the package.
"You're a….goof," Regina laughed.
"That so?" Emma climbed into bed and pounced on her like a panther. She kissed her, and the kiss sent Regina onto her back. She immediately forgot all about laughing and concentrating on kissing Emma instead. Their legs intertwined. Regina was first cupping Emma's cheeks as she so often did, but then she remembered that Emma was still wearing clothes, and they really couldn't have that. She worked her hands behind Emma's back and unclasped her bra. Emma did a little wiggle, and Regina was more than satisfied when the movement made the bra straps slip off her body.
She licked her lips and cupped Emma's breasts. Oh, they were divine. Emma had complained that her breasts were too small, but Regina firmly disagreed with that. Emma's breasts were perfect. They fitted right into her hands.
But just using her hands to touch them wasn't quite enough. She wanted more. And she wanted it now. Without hesitating, she lowered her head so she could plant a light kiss on each of Emma's hard nipples.
"Oh my god, Regina!" Emma cried, breath hitching.
You like that, miss Swan? Regina tried to look innocent. But only for a second. Then kissed Emma's nipples again.
Emma inhaled sharply at that. Did a little wiggle.
Regina was distracted when Emma started kissing her way down her neck and touched her breasts. She tugged at one nipple and cupped her other breast.
Regina lost focus and cried out. The way Emma had kissed her and rubbed between her legs in the kitchen, had left her with an aching need. She pushed at the crown of Emma's head, silently urging her to take her attention lower.
"Emma," she moaned. She needed friction. Tried to rub her legs together even though it was difficult when Emma was on top of her.
Emma kept kissing her. Jaw. Neck. chest. Further down. Soft, wet kisses that were a tad hurried. Regina was more than fine with that. She was pretty much desperate for more already, and when Emma dipped her tongue into her belly button, Regina was surprised she did not catch on fire right then and there. That was how warm she felt. She moaned and squirmed and feared she nearly managed to make Emma topple off her body.
But Emma did not topple off. No, Regina felt her fingers hook in the waistband of her panties, and she bit her lip when Emma excruciatingly slowly pushed her panties down. She groaned at the way the material was sticking to her. She was ridiculously wet.
The panties ended up tangled around her ankle. Emma did nothing to tug them off, and Regina couldn't be bothered either when Emma nudged her legs apart.
"Emma!" she managed between gritted teeth. God, if Emma didn't touch her soon, she was going to explode!
"I've got you, babe."
Undoubtedly. Her inner thigh was kissed. Emma nuzzled her nose against her skin. Then a kiss was pressed to her other thigh. Closer to the place where Regina needed her girlfriend's mouth the most. She let out a strangled cry and could have cried in relief at what Emma did next. Mouthed her way closer to her core. She's not letting me wait. Thank GOD!
Her eyes squeezed shut and her toes first flexed and then curled when she felt Emma's tongue between her thighs. It was gliding through her folds in that particular slow manner that never failed to make Regina feel almost delirious with desire.
Thus also today. She buried her fingers in Emma's hair and twitched under Emma's attention. Oh, Emma was so good at this! Regina could have written books about Emma's skills in bed. She always knew exactly what to do. The slow way she licked her and almost devoured her had Regina's breath hitching and her thighs trembling. Emma's name was on her lips, but she only managed an "ahh!" when Emma's tongue glided over her clit.
Her thighs were grasped. She was tugged closer. Closer to Emma's mouth, and oh god, what Emma was doing to her right now shouldn't even be legal! Regina cried out and opened and closed her hands around Emma's golden hair. She was getting increasingly more delirious. And maybe just a little bit frustrated because she needed Emma to lick her clit harder!
"Emma!" she gritted out.
And was immediately and richly rewarded when Emma flicked her tongue against her clit. Regina let out a cry of pleasure. Her spine curved up and her hips bucked. She couldn't keep still. Couldn't quite stop her fingers from tightening in Emma's hair. Oh god, she was so close already!
Emma flicked her clit harder, harder, harder. Regina's body jerked with each flick and she opened her mouth to ask for something she wasn't quite sure what was yet.
And it quickly turned out that she did not have to ask for anything. Emma suddenly took her clit between her lips and sucked, and oh, fuck, Regina was not strong enough to take this! She let out a scream that seemed almost animalistic. Her lips fell open as her sex clenched. When Emma's hand landed on her right breast and squeezed it slightly, Regina laid her own hand over Emma's to keep it there. She needed to hold onto something right now, and Emma Swan seemed like the best bet. She groaned. Could not keep the pleasure at bay for a second longer. Nor did she want to.
Her back arched one more time. A little whimper spilled from her lips. Her hand squeezed Emma's. The world tipped over for a moment. Pleasure unfolded and bloomed in her core and zapped through her veins. She clenched around nothing and bit her lip. The hand she still had in Emma's hair closed around a fistful.
The pleasure did not leave her right away. The aftershocks had her breathless. As did the tongue still working between her thighs. Emma was not sucking her clit anymore, instead gliding her tongue through her folds.
Until the world tipped back in focus and Regina groaned. Now she needed Emma to move her head so she could catch her breath.
It didn't take long before she felt Emma shift between her legs. A smile tugged at Regina's lips. "I love...you," she rasped.
"I love you too." Emma caressed her thigh gently.
Now quickly returning from the metaphorical paradise Emma had just taken her to, Regina remembered their plans. Their very reason for coming up here in the first place. "But I don't...think this was what...we had planned," she teased and got distracted by the way her sex clenched with renewed anticipation.
"Nah, but it was what I wanted to do," Emma seemed to grin. "And we can still do more. If you're up for it."
"I... am." She opened her eyes and sat up. Looked around for a second. There it was. The package. It had disappeared under the covers. Regina wiggled it free and did her best to yank the tape away. But the tape was stubborn, and it didn't take long before she got frustrated with the matter. "This is not...sexy."
"I beg to differ." Emma chuckled. "You're naked. Everything that involves you being naked is sexy. Even unwrapping things."
Yeah, right. She rolled her eyes but did not say anything. Settled for concentrating on the tape, and when she at last managed to pull the tape away, she let out a triumphant 'aha!'. She willed her hands not to tremble as she opened the package. She didn't want Emma to misunderstand and think that she was nervous. She wasn't. Only excited.
She lifted the toy out of the box and looked at it. It looked exactly like in the picture. Not too long, not too short and not too thick either. Emma had had a lot of thoughts about that. She had been so convinced that the size was too big, but from what Regina could judge, the strap-on looked just right in size. Curvy at the tip and straight at the bottom where it was connected to the harness. The straps didn't look overly complicated either. Regina was satisfied with everything. Even though there was one thing that was different. It wasn't black like they had agreed on.
"It's... purple," she observed and chuckled a bit.
"Your favorite color," Emma said and looked a bit sheepish. In that particular way she always did when she felt silly.
Regina chuckled again. She didn't think that Emma was silly. Nor did she mind that the strap-on was purple. "That was...very thoughtful of...you, my love."
"So you don't think I'm a total goof?"
"No." She quickly pecked Emma's lips.
Emma returned the kiss. Then pulled back. "You still wanna do this?"
"Absolutely." She couldn't be more sure. But there was something on her mind still. Her gaze darted to the apex of Emma's thighs. She was glistening, and Regina automatically reached for her.
Emma caught her hand just because it reached the destination Regina had in mind, and she frowned slightly as she tried to get her point across. "But...don't you... need-""I'm good a little while longer." Emma smiled softly at her.
"You're...sure?" that didn't seem entirely fair. Regina had already come once while Emma hadn't.
But Emma didn't seem concerned about that. "Yeah," she said and grabbed the strap-on.
Regina was immediately distracted. She forgot all about insisting on pleasuring Emma and kissed Emma's naked shoulder. Then nibbled slightly. Just because she could. And because she was a bit impatient too. She had waited so long for this.
Emma took it as a cue and hopped off the bed with the toy in hand.
Regina waited. She didn't feel particularly patient, but obviously she was not about to tell Emma to hurry. She could wait a little longer. And while Emma figured out the harness, Regina concentrated on her breathing. She was breathing far too quickly, and her attempts at calming down wasn't working. God, she was riled up. Wound tight. Bursting with anticipation. She heard Emma cuss lowly under her breath and nearly hummed in agreement.
Emma turned around. The straps were sitting correctly. The toy was jutting out between her thighs. The breath caught in Regina's chest. Emma was one stunning creature.
And a stunning creature who was climbing onto the bed again. Crawling towards her. Once she was close enough, Regina leaned in and kissed her lips. Emma's hand cupped her left breast and her free hand nestled between Regina's thighs.
Regina pulled out of the kiss and moaned at the way Emma was touching her. Her sex was already soaked again. That was what thinking about what was about to happen, did to her.
"I'm just checking to make sure you're..."
"I...am," Regina finished the half sentence. The impatience was definitely creeping into her voice now.
But Emma was not so easily swayed. She kissed her lightly once more. Then reached across her and opened the bedside drawer. She roamed around in the drawer for a moment. Then her hand emerged, now holding a bottle of lube. Emma unscrewed the lid.
Regina took the bottle from her and turned it upside down so the liquid ended up in her cupped hand. Then she began applying the lube to the strap-on between Emma's legs. She saw no reason why Emma should do this herself. They were in this together after all. And Regina didn't have a problem with it.
Emma inhaled sharply, and Regina nearly smiled. Someone likes this. She would make a point of remembering that in the future. She would happily be doing this again. She flashed her a little smile as she kept applying lube to the toy. "Does it...feel strange to...wear?"
"Nah, it's fine. It feels nice when you touch it." Emma frowned slightly. "I mean, obviously, I can't feel it. Not really. But it's still nice. Does that make any sense at all?"
"It...does," Regina chuckled. She actually understood what Emma meant.
"Good."
Regina continued the process until the toy was glistening and her fingers were quite sticky. "There. I think...that'll do...it."
"You're sure? I don't want this to be bad for you."
Oh, Emma. Regina kissed those perfect lips. "It won't...my love," she assured and kissed her partner again. "It'll...be amazing."
Emma cupped her cheeks and deepened the kiss.
Regina moaned and took the opportunity to shift until she was laying on her back. She assumed that Emma would stretch out over her in a moment, but Emma didn't. Instead she tilted her head a bit. "I was actually thinking if you'd want to be on top, beautiful?"
"Oh." She hadn't considered that.
Emma kissed her collarbone "I wanna see you. All of you. I wanna have you top of me so I can touch you properly."
"Oh." Regina suspected that was only half the reason. Emma wanted her to be in control. She wanted her to decide what happened and when. Ever considerate Emma Swan.
"Does that sound like a good idea, beautiful?" Emma asked softly, pressing another kiss to her collarbone.
"It...does," Regina murmured breathlessly.
Emma pecked her lips softly. Then shifted and lied back on the bed. Looked up at her with the kindest, most patient, gentlest look on her face.
Regina sat up and lifted a leg, so it was draped over Emma's waist. She managed to wiggle closer. Then she put a hand on Emma's belly. Felt Emma breathe. In and out. In and out. Her breathing sounded so calm. So assuring.
There was nothing to be nervous about.
Regina slowly lowered herself onto the toy. The bulging head on the strap-on entered her, and her lips fell open at the sensation. This was… God, this was….Fuck.
A soft hand on top of her own had her snapping out of the slight daze. She blinked and looked down at Emma. Didn't even realize that she had closed her eyes.
"We can stop if it's too much, beautiful," Emma said softly. Her eyes were very wide.
No. Regina did not want to stop. Not now. She kept lowering herself until the entire length of the strap-on was inside her and filling her completely.
Her jaw opened, but nothing came out.
No words.
No scream.
Even if she wanted to, she wasn't capable of saying anything right now. The only thing she could was feel how the toy stretched and filled her. She gulped and was sure she could hear her teeth rattle in her mouth.
Emma put a warm hand on her chest. "Are you alright?"
"Uh...huh," Regina managed and squeezed her eyes shut. "Just...give me a...second."
"A second? Sweetheart, you can have as much time as you need."
Regina let out a puf of air and shifted experimentally. That felt.. Oh, goodness, that felt good!
"You're beautiful," Emma said tenderly and raked blunt fingernails up and down Regina's torso.
Regina hummed in approval. She loved when Emma did that. She shifted again. Was definitely adjusting to the stretching sensation.
"Are you sure you're alright? We're only doing this if you're comfortable-"
"Shush." She didn't need reassurance right now. She was perfectly comfortable. The corners of her lips trembled as she smiled. She could handle this. Definitely. Oh, how she could handle this! Regina rolled her hips once. Slowly. To test the waters. And oh god, yes! Oh there was a reason she had been fantasizing about this!
"That feels okay?" Emma asked strangled.
"Yes," she managed and rolled her hips once more. "This...feels very- ohhh!" words escaped her when the tip of the toy pressed against her g-spot in a way that had the world tipping all over again. She curled the hand still resting on Emma's belly into a fist.
"God, you're hot!" Emma was practically groaning. She pushed hair away from Regina's face. "So, so hot!" now cupping her breasts and touching her nipples.
The stimulation had Regina moaning, and she rolled her hips again. No more testing. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. She was hot. She was a beautiful woman doing this with her partner, and good god, it felt. So. Good.
She fell into a rhythm that had her gasping: "m-move." And: "Please."
Emma slowly rolled her hips.
Oh god, oh god, oh god! Oh YES! "F-faster!" she rasped.
"You sure?"
A high pitched and only slightly hysterical chuckle escaped her. "I wouldn't...be asking...if I w-w-wasn't."
Emma rolled her hips again. Faster. The rhythm was perfect.
"Ahh!" Regina hissed and pressed her hand lightly against Emma's stomach. "F-f-fuck!"
"Again?"
Yes, yes, yes! She nodded frantically and took a shuddering breath when Emma rolled her hips again. And again. She fell into the rhythm Regina had created, and oh, Regina couldn't even begin to voice how amazing this was! It was everything she had imagined and more. The tip of the toy pressed snugly against her g-spot with every roll of their hips, and the sensation felt so, so good!
Somewhere in her mind the delirious haze hadn't reached yet, she was vaguely aware that this was more than sex. Of course it was. It was about daring. Being brave enough to explore and try new things after having been repressed and sexually stunted for so long.
That, Regina realized, was one of the reasons why this felt so fucking good.
Because she now had the option to explore.
Because she had a partner who willingly tried new things with her.
Regina would never feel repressed or stunted again.
Because she was with Emma now.
This was just another layer to their deep, deep relationship. Another proof of why Emma was so goddamn right for her.
They belonged together.
The tip of the toy rubbed against her g-spot again.
Emma rolled her nipples between her fingers, a tender gesture that had Regina arching her back and biting her lip. How is it even possible that everything feels so good? Oh GOD!
"B-babe," Emma breathed underneath her. "I need that lip in one- oh, fuck!- piece.."
Regina was in no way capable of answering. She settled for huffing and throwing her head back. She covered Emma's hands with her own to keep them in place. Under no circumstances was Emma allowed to move her hands right now!
Emma's hips rolled in a sharp rhythm. The toy was pressed harder against her g-spot.
"Oh!" Regina managed. The sound came out completely choked. She kept her eyes closed. She was sure that if she opened them, she would see the color red all around her. Flames. Yes. It felt like she was burning.
"Shit!" Emma groaned. "Regina, you are so-"
"Ahh!" Regina cut her off and grasped Emma's hands. She guided them to her hips and felt completely mad with desire when Emma's fingers curled around her hips and urged her to move with more intensity. There was nothing Regina wanted more. She cried out every time the toy was pressed into her. Her hips snapped up and down as she moved, moved, moved. She wanted more, more, more! The pleasure was amping up within her. She was…. She was close! It felt too soon, but Regina knew that she under no circumstances would be able to hold back!
"Come on, beautiful," Emma murmured and squeezed her hips. "Come for me. I love you! I love you so fucking much! I want to hear you, Regina, I want to hear how amazing this makes you-"
Regina interrupted her by gasping loudly. Her jaw fell open again. Once again, she felt that pull low in her stomach. Her body moved automatically. Her head lolled backwards, her hips stuttered out the rhythm one last time, and…
"EMMA!"
She was completely swept away by the please. She could barely breathe. Couldn't do anything as her muscles squeezed and squeezed around the toy buried so deep inside her. Her heart was hammering in her chest. It felt like it could pop out at any moment, and she only faintly registered that a warm hand touched her stomach.
Stickiness landed as literally the hottest fucking thing on this earth. The brunette's hands landed on her inner thighs, and Regina was completely aware that she had come 'like that' again. But no longer was she embarrassed about it. Why should she be? Emma always liked it when she came like that.
Emma…
Regina let her hands land on her breasts. Perhaps a bit harder than intended, but apologizing for it became entirely irrelevant when Emma cried out sharply. Regina's name spilled from her lips along with a string of cusses.
Regina watched her climax. Saw the look of complete bliss on Emma's beautiful face. Saw how she squeezed her eyes shut. She would have loved to touch her. Kiss her.
But her bones felt like they were made of jelly. She collapsed on top of her partner, utterly spend. Utterly blissful.
"Fuck!" Emma moaned.
Regina moaned back, and when she regained at least some strength, she lifted a hand and began drawing random patterns on Emma's collarbone. She kept doing that while Emma panted underneath her. Did it as she listened to the sound of Emma's heart evening out.
Emma opened her eyes and blinked up at her. "Okay, but the next time you have a fantasy..." she groaned. "Do me a favor and tell me about it right away, okay?"
Regina managed a croaky laugh. "I...promise." she was acutely aware that the toy was still buried inside her. She should move. She was gonna. In a moment.
"So, I'm guessing that was a success, eh?" Emma's teasing sounded rather breathless.
"One...could say that," Regina laughed softly. "That was...absolutely perfect!"
"You are absolutely perfect!" blunt fingernails scratched up and down her sweaty back once more.
"I love...you," Regina hummed and pushed strands of hair away from her face.
"I love you too," Emma smiled, sniggering lightly. Her fingers moved on Regina's back.
She's writing 'I love you', Regina acknowledged and silently gushed over that for a moment. Then she freely spoke her wishes out loud: "I'd...like to try...that again."
"Sure thing," Emma laughed and winked at her. "I'd be more than open to that."
"But right now..." She carefully eased herself off of Emma and groaned when the toy slipped out of her. She felt quite empty now. But that could be rectified. Later. Right now…. "I want...to see the look...on your face when...I make you come," she finished the sentence once she was lying next to Emma.
"Ohhh," Emma cooed, green eyes sparkling. "I'd be more than open to that idea too, beautiful." With that, she slipped off the harness and grabbed after her.
Regina laughed, a deep, wicked laughter as she positioned herself on her knees between Emma's beautiful legs. She brushed one hand through her girlfriend's folds, and when her finger easily slipped inside Emma's tight, wet heat, she made sure to keep her gaze fixed on Emma's face. Exactly like she had said she would.
To Be Continued...