A/N: This is all sex. It's all NSFW. And I use the word cunt. Fair warning.
She was nervous. Her stomach flipped as she pushed the door closed and the latch clicked shut. Her fingers rested on the wood for a moment as she took a moment to collect her thoughts. This was really happening. It was time. She was ready. Well, she said she was ready. But a part of her wondered if that was really true. No, Emma said to herself. It wasn't for her to dictate when Regina was ready. If Regina said she was ready, all Emma had to do was trust that make sure she kept communicating and stopped at the slightest sign that something had changed.
They'd had a wonderful evening together, relaxed and enjoyable. They'd both known what would happen when they climbed the stairs to their bedroom. Regina had had plenty of time to change her mind, to say that she wasn't ready. And she hadn't done so. Emma had to trust that Regina would tell her if she wasn't ready. But she'd said she was ready. She'd been clear and lucid and happy in that decision. This was Regina's choice. She was ready. They were ready.
When she turned around, she saw Regina sitting on the edge of the bed. The brunette smiled at her, holding out her hand. Emma flicked off the overhead light, leaving just her bedside lamp glowing before she crossed the room and took it, thumb stroking the back of the younger woman's hand softly. "Are you ok?" she asked quietly.
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Of course. This isn't about me though."
"Well, that's not remotely true," Regina replied with a light chuckle. "Of course it's about you. For one thing, this is the two of us together, not me on my own. And we're only doing this if we're both ready. I'm sensing you're a little hesitant?"
For someone who wasn't experienced at relationships, Regina had a sixth sense, Emma mused. Or perhaps she just knew the blonde better than she knew herself.
"I just want to be sure this is the right thing for you, that's all," Emma admitted. "It's not that I don't want to be with you in this way but I don't want you to feel rushed. Today's been intense, what with Killian and -"
"No," Regina interrupted. "No, don't talk about him. Not now. Not in our bedroom. Emma, I'm good, really. I want this and I trust you not to do anything I am not comfortable with. The question is whether you trust me to know what I can handle."
"Handle? Regina, sex shouldn't be something you handle. It should be something you want, something you crave and desire."
Regina stood from the bed, stepping into Emma's personal space and snaking her arms around the blonde's waist, gazing up into her green eyes as she spoke, slow and sincere.
"I want you, Emma. I crave you. I desire you. Please."
Emma was unable to deny such a request, so ducked her lips down to meet Regina's. It was a tender kiss, contact that was familiar to both women now. They woke to a morning kiss. They fell asleep after a goodnight kiss. But this kiss was the start of something new, something they were going to explore together.
"Talk to me," Emma murmured. "Let me know what you're enjoying, what you don't like, ok?"
"I will," Regina promised.
The kiss resumed, Emma's arms now wrapped around Regina. They stood entwined for several minutes before Regina stepped back towards the bed, sitting down and pulling Emma on top of her as she reclined. The kiss continued, Regina pressed into the mattress with Emma trying to avoid placing all of her weight upon the woman below her. But Regina's hands on her back encouraged her closer and she lowered herself slightly.
"I want to feel you, Emma," Regina whispered, breaking the kiss. "I want to feel your weight on me."
Emma pulled back slightly, looking for any sign of hesitation on Regina's face. But of course she found none. Because the brunette had done exactly what Emma had asked of her. She'd been clear with what she wanted. And so Emma did not want to deny her any longer. She lowered herself slowly, elbows bending as she felt her body press against Regina's. They aligned. Knees, hips, breasts, lips. Emma's legs dangled slightly in midair as Regina's feet were still planted on the floor. But she ignored the slightly weird angle and resumed their kiss, reassured by the way Regina's arms encircled her back, locking their bodies together.
She allowed herself to relax at last, melting into the woman below her as her tongue danced against Regina's. And as she did so, her nerves suddenly awoke to the sensations, to the stimulations. She groaned, her core thrumming with heat at the realisation of what was about to happen. She'd been more than happy to wait for as long as Regina needed but now they were so close, her body was alive with desire.
"Take this off," Regina mumbled, fingers dragging Emma's t-shirt up her body but unable to remove it fully.
Emma obeyed at once, pushing herself back to a standing position and tugging the article of clothing over her head. Regina watched the pale skin appear as she repositioned herself on the bed, head now resting against her pillow. Emma hesitated for a moment before climbing back onto the bed and crawling up. There was a predatory look in those emerald orbs but rather than feeling like vulnerable prey, Regina felt desired.
She reached out and allowed her hands to skim up and down Emma's trim waist a few times as Emma settled above her, before moving more slowly around to cup her breasts, still encased in their bra.
"I … um, let me know if I'm doing this ok," Regina said, throwing a sheepish look at Emma as her hands continued to explore.
Emma ducked her head to kiss Regina softly. "Everything you are doing to me is amazing," she assured. And it was true. Every brush of Regina's skin against her own left Emma's nerve endings on fire.
"Can I take it off?" Regina asked, fingers now trailing along the edge of the straps of Emma's simple black bra.
"Yes," Emma consented.
Regina's fingers continued their journeys and met at the clasp. The brunette frowned a little in concentration when the hook and eye didn't immediately spring apart as she had intended. Emma didn't think she'd ever seen a more adorable sight than the brunette's creased forehead combined with the tip of her tongue which appeared trapped between her teeth as she focused on releasing the clasp.
At last she accomplished it and Regina beamed in triumph as the material fell away. Emma quickly untangled it from her arms and threw it off the bed. Regina's eyes locked onto the breasts before her, capped with dusky pink nipples. There were a few seconds before her hands returned to touch the bare skin.
"So soft," she whispered as she cupped Emma's breast, the nipples hardening in her palm. Emma's eyes fluttered closed as she tried to steady her heart beat. A pinch to one of her nipples made her hiss. "Too much?" Regina asked, releasing the tender flesh at once.
"No, it's good. I liked it," Emma assured.
Regina grinned, repeating the action with the other breast. Emma whimpered. There was something intoxicating, Regina decided, about seeing Emma's raw pleasure. Sure, she'd seen past sexual partners take pleasure in her body but this was different. This was active on her part, rather than passive. Active, willing, engaged, loving.
"Will you touch mine?"
Emma's eyes snapped open and she looked down at the woman below her. "Sure, if you're comfortable."
A simple nod was all she got. At that, Emma sat back on her haunches, allowing Regina the space to sit up too. With Emma straddling her thighs, Regina found herself with her face millimetres from Emma's bare breasts. She hesitated before pressing a kiss to the centre of the woman's breast bone. The skin was warm, soft and smelt faintly of Emma's vanilla body wash. She kissed it again before leaning back slightly and pulling her t-shirt off. Emma's eyes roved over the newly exposed skin and she barely had time to register that Regina was removing her bra too.
Once naked from the waist up, Regina lay back down, exposed to the woman still astride her. The solitary lamp cast a warm glow over the body, the room dark enough to be considered mood lighting but still light enough so that both women could see the other clearly.
"You're so beautiful," Emma breathed out as she placed her hands tenderly on Regina's sides, thumbs stroking up and down.
Regina wriggled and jerked. Emma withdrew her hands as if she'd been burned. "Sorry!" she gasped. "I'm sorry."
But to her surprise, Regina laughed. "No, it's ok," she assured, reaching for Emma's hands and guiding them back. "I'm ticklish, that's all. Firmer touches are ok but featherlight ones make me squirm."
"Ok," Emma nodded, her heart pounding for so many different reasons by that moment.
"I'm ok, Emma. Really."
As if to prove her point, Regina took Emma's hands in her own and slid them up until they covered her breasts. She paused for a moment, eyes locked on Emma's, before releasing her hands and leaving Emma's alone.
Knowing that she had to trust Regina to be aware of what she was and wasn't ready for, Emma tried to push her concerns from her mind and focus simply on the task of pleasing Regina. Because that was all she wanted to do. Please the woman beneath her. Bring her pleasure. Show her what it felt like to be loved, to be made love to.
Emma lowered her head, eyes meeting Regina's as her mouth hovered just above a dark nipple. Regina nodded her consent and moments later she threw it back into the pillow as a hot mouth enveloped her sensitive bud. Emma trailed her tongue over the puckered skin, feeling the ridges in her mouth as Regina moaned in pleasure. She switched sides, paying equal attention to the other nipple before moving to kiss Regina again, a quicker, dirtier kiss than anything they'd shared before. Finally, their bodies were reacting to the heat between them, the past pushed away, locked outside the room. It was just the two of them. Regina and Emma.
"You taste like strawberries," Emma mumbled into Regina's mouth.
"It's your moisturiser," Regina chuckled as she pulled Emma onto her, their bare breasts crushed together.
They'd kissed hundreds of times in the past but this felt different. The bare skin, the intensity, the knowledge of what was to come. Emma allowed Regina to take the lead, as usual, and the brunette wasn't holding back. Emma felt her body pitch to the side as Regina tried to roll them over. She slid off her, repositioning herself on her back and reaching for the younger woman.
"I was trying to flip us like they do in movies," Regina grumbled as she climbed onto Emma.
"Yeah, that's not actually possible in my experience," Emma grinned as she looked up into the pouting face.
"What … um, what is your experience?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, how many women have you slept with?"
Emma raised an eyebrow. "You want to have that conversation now?" she asked, gesturing to their half naked bodies.
"Ok, right, maybe not," Regina said, face flushing red.
"Twelve," Emma said, not wanting to embarrass the woman or deny her information she seemed to want. "And one guy but that was back when I was in high school. I identify as queer but most of my experiences have been with cis women."
Regina nodded. "So, I'm you're fourteenth?"
"You will be, yes," Emma replied.
There was a pause. Neither spoke but both were thinking the same. How many men had Regina been forced to have sex with? Emma didn't want to think about it and Regina realised she'd lost count. Even if Emma had asked, she wouldn't be able to tell her.
"Hey, let's not think about anyone except the two of us," Emma suggested, pulling them both back into the room. "Are you comfortable with everything we've done so far?"
"Yes, it's all been good. Great, actually. I'm enjoying this, Emma, really. But, I was thinking, maybe today I don't want anything … inside me."
"Ok," Emma said at once. In truth, she had already decided that she was going to proceed with extreme care when it came to anything close to penetration. There was something about the fact that Regina had voiced that thought to her which made her feel a little reassured. They were both on the same page, and Regina had been thinking about this moment. It wasn't a whim, a reaction to the news of that day.
"I know you wouldn't hurt me," Regina continued, as if she needed to justify her request, "but I think I might need to work up to that."
"Of course," Emma assured her. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not happy with. And, for the record, I'm pretty sure you'll be very happy with just my tongue. It's got some moves."
The flush visibly crept across Regina's chest at those words. Emma grinned and winked, gesturing the woman back towards her. But instead, Regina moved backwards, climbing off the bed. Emma's heart was in her mouth. What had she done? Had she scared Regina off? But then Regina's fingers were at her jeans fastening and moments later the woman's trousers and underwear were being pushed down her legs. Another couple of seconds and Regina stood at the end of the bed, completely naked.
"Um -"
"Emma, don't say anything. Don't ask me questions. Just … I want you to touch me. I want your tongue. I want you. I'm ready for this, Emma. I'm really, really ready."
Regina knelt back on the bed and crawled up until she was above Emma again. She kissed her and then rolled off, lying on her back and turning her head to look at the blonde.
"Ok," Emma murmured, rolling onto her side and reaching out, fingers hesitating above Regina's body for a moment before reaching up to cup her cheek. She moved closer, placing a chaste kiss to Regina's mouth. She knew the brunette was turned on, was ready to be touched. And my god Emma wanted to touch her. But this wasn't about Regina receiving pleasure at the hands of another for the first time in her life. This was about her feeling special and loved and safe. "Hey, look at me," Emma whispered when the kiss ended but Regina's eyes remained closed. She waited for those big brown orbs to lock onto her own. "I love you."
Regina's expression, which had been a mixture of horniness and defiance, as if she thought Emma wanted to slow things down, softened and she repeated the words back to the blonde who kissed her again before slowly allowing her hand to begin its journey down Regina's body.
Her fingers trailed slowly across the woman's breasts, tips circling each nipple lightly before continuing down over the flat plane of Regina's stomach. Since arriving, Regina's skinny frame had fleshed out a little and she looked and felt much healthier. At the base of her belly, Emma paused her fingers' descent and checked in with Regina.
"Anything you don't like, any time you want me to stop or pause for a moment, just say, ok?"
"Ok. I trust you."
Emma hesitated but didn't see any flicker of doubt in Regina's face. So, slowly, she continued. Her fingers slipped lower, over a modest tangle of dark hairs until she felt the familiar warm dampness against the pads of her fingers. She paused, eyes snapping up to Regina's face. The brunette wasn't looking at her, however, and instead was staring down her own body to where Emma's hand disappeared at the apex of her thighs.
She curled her ring and pinkie finger into her palm and continued with just her first two fingers, lifting them a little further away as they descended over Regina's centre. A gasp told her she'd brushed over the hidden pearl, the lightest of touches but enough to send a jolt of arousal to Regina's core. The sound alone did the same to Emma's. But now was not the time for Emma to think about her own pleasure. She moved further, fingers softly splitting apart flesh and finding a pool of wet heat hidden between the folds.
Regina moaned. Emma looked at her face. Nothing but pleasure and yet -
"Is this ok?"
Rolling her head to one side, Regina fluttered her eyes open. "Yes," she whispered. "It feels amazing."
Emma smiled and placed a kiss to Regina's lips. As she did so, she allowed her fingers to explore a little deeper, two pads sliding across slick flesh. She moved back up again as soon as she felt Regina's entrance. She'd promised no penetration and she didn't want the brunette to even have to think about how close Emma's fingers may be to breaching her body. Emma knew Regina trusted her implicitly but it was still one thing she didn't want Regina to even have to think about while they were together in bed. This was just about Regina's pleasure, and what she wanted.
"Are you sure you're ok with me using my mouth?" Emma asked, pressing a kiss to Regina's shoulder.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be after you claimed it had magical powers?" An arched eyebrow told Emma she was being teased.
"I just want to check. It's a very intimate act."
This time, Regina cupped Emma's cheek. "I want to be intimate with you. I want to feel close to you, to feel your body against mine. I want to feel your mouth against me."
"Ok," Emma said, the two letters caught in her throat.
She kissed Regina once more before sliding down the bed. She hesitated for a moment when she got to Regina's hips and then decided to rid herself of her own jeans and underwear which she was still wearing. Not because she anticipated that Regina would be touching her but because she wanted to level the playing field, as it were. Regina was completely naked while she was still half dressed. It felt unfair.
Once she too was naked, she knelt back on the bed, at Regina's feet. Gently, she placed a hand on each of Regina's ankles, thumbs brushing against the smooth skin. "Ok?" She asked. Regina nodded. "Are you happy to open your legs for me? Then I can lie between them." Neither woman voiced the fact that this was the first time anyone had ever politely asked Regina to open her legs. The thought was too horrific for either to dwell on. Nothing could, nothing would, spoil what they were about to experience together.
Regina nodded and parted her legs slightly, Emma's hands still resting on her ankles. With a smile of encouragement from the blonde, she slid them wider. Emma's fingers tensed against her skin as the blonde's gaze snapped to the newly exposed, and most private part, of her girlfriend.
"If you want me to stop, or slow down, just say," Emma said, waiting for Regina to nod her consent before she gently manoeuvred herself into position.
Regina reached for Emma's pillow and propped it behind her so she was slightly raised, allowing herself a clear view of the blonde who was now settled between her thighs.
"Are you -"
"I'm ready," Regina interrupted. "I'm so ready, Emma. I want you, please. Can't you tell?"
In truth, Emma could tell. Even in the low light of the bedroom, the dewy flesh before her told her how much Regina wanted her. The woman was aroused. She was turned on. She was ready.
"Ok," Emma acquiesced and she lowered her mouth to Regina's hot, waiting flesh.
Regina's brain short circuited at the feel of Emma's lips pressing against her core. She groaned in pleasure, a flood of endorphins released into her bloodstream which reminded her, fleetingly, of the highs she used to chase when she was using. But it was better. So much better. Emma's mouth was surprisingly hot, clamped over the top of her sex. She closed her eyes when she felt the wetness of the blonde's tongue, dragging languorously over her clit. It was too much. It was sensory overload. And yet, it wasn't enough.
"Don't stop," she gasped as she felt Emma's lips break contact.
The mouth was back, Emma having just rearranged herself and now returning to lave a firmer lick through the tangy liquid which coated Regina's cunt. Regina cried out. A glance up the prone body told Emma it was a cry of pleasure. She had thought as much but wanted to be sure. Every second of this, she was determined to check in. She wanted this to be only a positive, pleasurable experience.
She licked again, the taste of the brunette filling her mouth. The sensations, the smell, the taste, the feel, were a heady concoction and she had force herself to concentrate on the task at hand. She just wanted more, more of Regina, more of her essence, more of her body pressed against her mouth. But first, she wanted to make Regina come.
It was supposed to be slow. She wanted to take her time. Her tongue licked in gentle, soft strokes over Regina's puffy, sensitive flesh. She set herself a rhythm, her tongue coiling itself around Regina's tight bundle of nerves at each pass. But within moments Regina's hips were bucking forwards, her body pressing into Emma's, needing more, asking silently. Emma understood. She licked a little firmer, a sigh of delight coming from Regina and telling her she was doing something right.
Her tongue moved with more pressure, the tip flicking faster over Regina's clit. The brunette's hips rocked forwards again, grinding lightly against Emma's mouth. The older woman was temporarily incapacitated as her mind struggled to concentrate, so turned on was she at the knowledge that Regina was riding her tongue. Regina was aroused. She wanted this. She needed this. The wetness which coated Emma's mouth and chin told her that. They both wanted this. They both needed this.
She focused on Regina's pleasure, her tongue moving faster, pressing harder. Flicking over the bundle of nerves, sliding down between her labia, splitting her flesh apart, sucking her core, laving and licking and lathing and loving.
A cry bounced off the walls. Fingers threaded themselves through Emma's tousled hair, anchoring her closer. Regina's body arched, her hips thrust. Her chest flushed as her mouth opened. She chanted Emma's name, encouragements, yes and don't stop and right there and oh god and Emma and Emma and fuck, Emma.
She crested with Emma's mouth sealed over her clit, the flat of the blonde's tongue pressed against it, the hot flesh worrying the nerve bundle back and forth as the woman's body convulsed in pleasure. Emma didn't stop, not until she was sure that Regina had experienced the full force of her orgasm and only when the tension seeped from her body, when her muscles relaxed into the mattress, when her eyes closed and her breathing filled the room, did Emma pull away.
Crawling back up the bed, Emma lay beside Regina, curling into her side and wrapping one arm over Regina's stomach, the limb rising and falling as the brunette struggled to regain control over her breath. Emma waited, patiently, for Regina to say something.
A/N: Ok, what should Regina's first words to Emma be? I'll use my favourite suggestion in the next chapter and credit the reviewer!