That they were going home tomorrow, was something that Regina didn't think too much of. Or at least she TRIED not to think too much of it. They'd had such a wonderful time here at the cabin. Yes, there had been a few surprised, and yes, she had experienced a flashback while Emma was here. But they had worked through it, hadn't they?
Emma had brought her back.
And Regina had finally decided to give up the scarf. She did not need it anymore.
She smiled a little as she soaped her body in. It was nice, standing under the warm spray of water. Emma had already showered, and Regina had asked her to pick out a movie. She trusted that Emma would pick out a good one.
But honestly, Regina wasn't completely sure why they even bothered with a movie. She already knew how she wanted to spend her morning. With kissing Emma. And judging by all the delightful things
Emma had said to her during breakfast, she felt the same. The movie was just a smoke screen.
Regina ran her fingers through her wet hair to get rid of the last bit of shampoo. And while doing so, she tried not to think too much of last night. Her actions had surprised even her last night. She never would have expected herself to be that bold. But she had been. And the outcome had been incredible. The feeling of having Emma so close, had been absolutely wonderful. She had practically been in Regina's arms. For every time they were together, they found new ways to be close. That would never cease to amaze Regina. How creative they were. And as she stood under the warm spray of water, she wondered what they would come up with next.
How about the old fashioned way? A helpful little voice in the back of her mind asked. Regina didn't shush the little voice. Instead she considered it. The idea of having sex didn't send her into panic-mode anymore.
Thereby not meaning that she was ready now.
Thereby not meaning that she would start pressuring herself. It would happen when it happened. When she was completely, one hundred percent ready. When there wasn't a tiny little part of her that still was fearful. She trusted her instincts. Trusted that they would know when she was a hundred percent ready.
And besides, sex wasn't the most important thing in her relationship with Emma. Sex was good. Sex was fun (she had finally remembered that), but it still wasn't what made a relationship. There were plenty of other things too.
Regina reached for the bottle of conditioner. She uncapped it and squeezed some of it into her hair. She hoped that she wasn't taking too long, but she really needed a shower. She felt quite sticky after last night.
Last night.
There was a chance that she was grinning to herself while rubbing conditioner into her hair. She couldn't seem to stop thinking about last night. But maybe that was alright.
Once done with her shower, Regina switched off the water, stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself with a towel. She rubbed her skin quickly. Didn't want to spend too much time in here when she could be spending that time with Emma. Emma was waiting for her. They were supposed to watch a movie together. She had absolutely no reason to stay in the bathroom for too long. She couldn't quite believe that they actually were going home tomorrow. Regina didn't want to go home.
No. That wasn't right. Of course she wanted to go home to her son. She missed Henry and was looking forward to seeing him again as she always did whenever she had been away. But she knew that she would also miss Emma like crazy when they parted ways tomorrow night. This little mini-vacation had almost felt they were living together, and they had been pretty good at that.
Regina thought to herself that it could be nice to take a trip with Emma at some point. And that 'trip' could very well be to Toronto. If she chose to have the surgery. Emma had said that she wanted to go with her, and Regina knew that that idea wasn't something Emma just had grabbed out of thin air. She meant it. Emma always meant what she said. You never had to second guess anything with Emma. That was one of the many, many things Regina adored about Emma. That she could believe what she said. There was never any anxiety. Regina never felt like she had to be on her guard when Emma opened her mouth to say something.
Regina finished drying her body. Next came her hair. For a moment she considered to find the very old hairdryer in the cupboard under the sink, but after having considered it, she reached the decision that she did not feel like blow-drying her hair. It could dry on its own. And besides, Emma had expressed some…. Excitement about her natural curls (okay, she had called them 'dead sexy'), so Regina figured that she would let those curls run wild. She rarely did so, had somehow gotten it into her head that her hair should be straight.
Regina ran a comb through the still damp locks. The bottom was already starting to curl up slightly, and she smiled a little. Her hair would look crazy by the end of the day. Oh well. Hopefully Emma would appreciate it. Regina wondered what movie she had picked out for them. Romance or something else? If Regina had been on her own, she probably would have chosen some kind of Alfred Hitchcock movie. She had recently gotten her love for Alfred Hitchcock back. And now she could actually handle the movies and didn't get affected by them. The only Hitchcock movie she avoided, was 'Frenzy'. She would need a little longer to be able to see that one. There was far too much strangling in that movie. And there was no reason to seek out trauma.
Once dried and dressed, Regina left the bathroom and padded down the hallway. She wanted to go into the library where Emma was waiting for her. But she had heard her cellphone make a sound a moment ago, and she figured that she probably should check what that chime was about. So first, she went into the bedroom where her phone was laying screen up on the bedside table. Glancing at the screen, she quickly discovered that it was a text. From Zelena. 'You are horrendously bad at checking in', the text said.
Regina raised an eyebrow. Was she? Perhaps she was. But this was a mini-holiday. This was an opportunity to spend time with Emma. Not text Zelena.
'Or perhaps you are just texting too much', she texted back. 'I'm on holiday with my girlfriend, Zelena. I'm doing absolutely fine.' She sent off the text and was quickly rewarded with a reply.
'I've missed that sass!'
Regina raised an eyebrow again. She had no idea this categorized as 'sass'. But if it was, she didn't actually mind it.
'I'll text you later. Give Henry a kiss from me.'
'I'll do that. Have fun with kissing Emma ;)'
Huh. Who was being sassy now? Regina smirked a bit as she returned that text with a: 'thank you. I intend to.'
With that out of the way, she left the phone on the bedside table and left the bedroom to go to the library where Emma was. Hopefully, she had found them a good movie. Not that Regina owned anything besides good movies. Obviously, she did not. Though Henry probably would disagree with her. He had always found her movie collection to be incredibly boring. According to him, there were too few Marvel movies. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps there WAS too few Marvel movies. Maybe Regina should buy some of those for the cabin. She had a feeling that it would make not only Henry, but also Emma rather happy.
That was something to think about.
Coming into the library, she had expected to find Emma sitting on the couch and waiting for her. But Emma was not sitting. She was standing. And she had something in her hand too. Regina became curious. What did Emma have in her hand? Had she found some kind of little insect that needed help with getting out? Or had she found one of Henry's many, many toys? Those certainly had the habit of turning up everywhere.
Feeling curious, Regina walked over to Emma so she could stand behind her and thereby see what it was that Emma had found.
The next second she wished that she hadn't.
Because Emma had found a picture. The only picture that had survived the 'massacre' Regina had put her photo albums through.
Regina silently wondered why. Of all the pictures in all the albums, WHY did it have to be THAT picture Emma had found? Just about the worst picture of them all.
The picture was of herself and Killian. Of course it was. He had his arm around her waist. Regina remembered posing for the picture. It was two months after they had gotten engaged. Zelena had asked them to pose for a picture because she was in the middle of creating an album, and naturally, both Regina and Killian had said yes. But what Zelena didn't know, was that they had argued the night before. A bad argument. One that had resulted in Killian hitting Regina. Not for the first time, but Regina remembered it because the slap had been harder than the ones Killian had given her before. And she remembered how Killian had cried and apologized. Again. And promised her that it wouldn't happen. Again. But he hadn't kept that promise. It had happened again. And again. And again.
In the picture, Killian arm was wrapped far too tightly around her waist. He had been holding onto her too tightly. Like he always did the morning after he had hit her. Like he was fearing that this was the time she would gather her things and run for the hills.
Regina looked at herself in the picture. No scarf. Longer hair. And an absolutely terrified smile. An 'I have to look my happiest, otherwise he will notice when he sees the picture'-smile. An 'I have to smile really brightly to ensure my sister that everything is okay'. If you didn't know, you wouldn't be able to see her fear. You would merely think that this woman was very much in love with the handsome police officer standing next to her.
She had been a good actress.
A very good actress.
Regina's gaze rested on the belt resting on Killian's hips. The thin leather belt with the silver buckle. She remembered that belt very well. The skin on her neck prickled and tightened. But nearly being choked to death wasn't the only memory she had of that belt. There had been a point where he had swished it at her. Threatened to use it on her if she didn't 'behave'. So she had behaved.
But he had still used it on her. Just not for hitting. But for choking.
Her jaw clenched.
Her train of thoughts was partially interrupted when Emma turned around. Guilt was written all over her face. "Regina," she said softly. "I'm…. I'm sorry."
Regina motioned for Emma to give her the picture, and Emma did so immediately. Good. Regina didn't want that kind of filth in her house. She walked over to the fireplace and threw the picture into the flames. Killian's smirk crumbled away, as did her own terrified smile. But the look in her past-self's eyes left an echo in Regina's mind. At the time, she had still been in the 'I can fix him'-phase. Her 'I can save him and make him a better man'-phase.
But of course she couldn't.
And 'fixing' Killian Jones and 'turning him into a better man' had never been her job.
Because women are not rehabilitation centers for fucked up men.
It was her therapist who had taught her that phrase, and Regina had repeated the sentence in her head many, many times already. As she was doing right now.
Women are not rehabilitation centers for fucked up men.
Women are not rehabilitation centers for fucked up men.
Regina lifted a hand and tugged slightly at her wet hair. Pushed it behind her ear.
Women are not rehabilitation centers for fucked up men.
Her hand drifted down to her throat. To the spot where the belt buckle had left an imprint.
Not my fault. Not my job to fix him. I couldn't have 'saved' him. Women are not rehabilitation centers for fucked up men.
Her heart started thudding in her chest. She could feel the belt around her neck.
Women. Are. Not. Rehabilitation. Centers. For. Fucked. Up. Men.
Arms wrapped around her from behind. The movement did not scare her. She knew those arms.
"Come back. Please?"
She knew that voice too. The cloud of memories spread as though Emma's voice was the sun coming through. Regina exhaled and leaned back against the body behind her. That felt nice.
"I'm sorry," Emma said softly. "I found the... the picture underneath the bookshelf, and I didn't know what it was at first. That's why I took it. I'm sorry. I should have just let it be instead of poking around."
Regina turned around in Emma's arms and hoped that she wouldn't let go. Emma didn't. Regina shook her head once. Then patted Emma's cheek gently. Emma had absolutely no reason to apologize.
But she did so anyway. After having turned her head slightly so she could kiss Regina's palm, Emma repeated: "I'm sorry."
Regina shook her head again. Dropped a kiss on Emma's forehead. It was just a picture. Just a picture from her past. Pictures could not harm her. She wouldn't allow it. Just as she wouldn't allow this minor 'thing' to ruin the wonderful morning that had started with breakfast in bed. She would not allow Killian Jones' frozen smirk to ruin a morning with her girlfriend. No way!
She looked over Emma's shoulder at the DVD machine behind them.
Emma swiftly caught on. "Yeah, I found a movie if you still wanna watch," she said. She still sounded a bit insecure.
Regina absolutely still wanted to watch a movie. She nodded eagerly. Gently freed herself from Emma's embrace, but made a point of taking Emma's hand as they walked over to the couch. She wanted to make sure that Emma understood that she was not angry at her. Becoming curious when spotting a picture lying underneath a bookshelf was completely normal. Regina would have become curious too if she had been the one in Emma's position.
But she wished that she had been a bit more throughout in her 'picture-massacre'.
They sat down on the couch. Regina tried her best to stay focused as the movie started. Emma had chosen 'The Birds'. Good choice. Regina liked 'The Birds'. But right now, she had some trouble with concentrating. She kept thinking about that stupid picture although it had been burned to ash and was long gone. It didn't really help. Her smile in the picture haunted her. She had looked more scared than she had thought. Being confronted with the picture today, it had been so, so obvious that something was wrong. It was so obvious that the smile was forced. That she was scared. Had Regina looked more thoroughly into her own eyes in the picture, she probably would have seen her past-self's thoughts. He hit me yesterday. He hit me last night, and nobody knows anything about it.
She rubbed her throat. Back and forward, back and forward. It didn't hurt as such. The skin just pulled tight in a way. It felt like the belt buckle once again was being pressed against her throat, and Regina couldn't seem to shake the phantom-feeling. Just as she couldn't forget about the picture either. It did not matter that it was long gone. She wished that Emma hadn't found it. Killian Jones was not welcome here in the cabin. But she was struggling to banish him entirely. He was still playing his old tricks on her. Laughing somewhere in the very back of her mind. That place she sometimes struggled to reach.
"Hey," Emma said softly.
Regina immediately lifted her head. Turned it and flashed Emma a little smile. She had just done it again. Zoned out. Damnit. She hoped that Emma didn't think she was angry with her. That wasn't the case at all. Definitely not! She could never be angry with Emma.
"Can I come closer?" Emma asked softly.
Absolutely. Regina nodded immediately. God, Emma was so good at looking right through her!
Emma wiggled closer to her. Their arms brushed together. "You wanna put your feet up? Make yourself a little more comfortable?" she asked.
Regina was surprised, but why not? She lifted her denim-clad legs and draped them in Emma's lap. The angle stretched something in her foot that clearly needed stretching. Once again, Emma knew what was best for her. She wiggled her feet a little. For some reason, they seemed to ache a little bit. Her calfs too. It had to be those high heels she always wore. Maybe she should start wearing different footwear. At least once in a while. High heels wasn't everything.
But she did look extremely good in them.
"Have you ever had a leg massage before?"
That question caught Regina off guard too. She lifted an eyebrow and shook her head. No, she'd never had a leg massage. She'd had her shoulders rubbed a few times, but never her legs.
"Will you give me the honor of letting me giving you your first one then?" Emma asked sweetly.
The completely random suggestion had Regina feeling amused. She had no idea where this was coming from. But she nevertheless nodded. Why not? A leg massage sounded pretty nice.
Emma started out by touching her knee. Slowly worked her way down. Kneaded her calf.
Regina did her best to sit still. She had just realized that she was sore there. Quite sore, actually.
"It gotta be those high heels," Emma quipped.
Regina scoffed and wondered when Emma had become able to read her mind. Emma kneaded her calf again. Regina twitched involuntarily.
"Does it feel nice?"
It did. Regina nodded. Formed the lips 'very'. She felt that a little extra affirmation was necessary.
"Good. I'm happy to hear that." As she spoke, Emma pressed the pad of her thumb into Regina's calf, and it caused Regina to make a sound that was a half-thing between a hiss and a moan. A leg massage was clearly exactly what she needed right now.
"Am I pressing too hard?"
Regina shook her head. The pressure was… just fine.
"Good. That's good. Did you know that I actually took a three week course in massage?"
She shook her head automatically. Oh. Really? Regina had no idea. But she was immediately intrigued. She loved learning new things about Emma. She looked at her and hoped it would encourage Emma to keep talking.
It did. "Yeah, I had just turned twenty three," Emma told her. "I figured it would be fun to try something new for once."
How interesting. And how very Emma of her. Regina would never have embarked on such a spontaneous thing, but that was just how Emma was.
Emma pressed down harder on her foot. Regina involuntarily wiggled it and ended up exhaling.
"Still good?" Emma asked sweetly.
Still very good. Emma was quite the magician when it came to giving leg/foot massage. The stormy thoughts that had occupied her mind a moment ago, was completely gone. Nor was she worrying her throat anymore. As always, Emma had found a way to make her forget her worries.
"What sort of drugs are those birds on?" Emma asked, nodding towards the television where the birds were chasing Tippi Hedren.
Regina rumbled in amusement. She had no idea. But poor Tippi.
"I mean, seriously," Emma laughed as she pressed down on Regina's calf again. "It's ridiculous. I can't blame Tippi Hedren for screaming."
Regina was amused again. Neither could she. The movie was still good although Regina wasn't paying as much attention to it anymore. She was more focused on Emma's hands and how they had switched from one leg to the other. How they were kneading her calf. Regina made another sound of delight. That felt really good.
Once it felt like the muscles in her calf had been turned into putty, Emma asked: "Can I roll your pant leg up a bit?"
Sure. Regina nodded.
Emma rolled up her pant leg and began press the pads of her thumbs into her ankle. Then kneading it. Not too gentle. But not too hard either.
Regina made another half-exhale. She'd never had a foot massage before, but she dearly hoped that she would be getting one again. This was rather nice. Emma's fingers found a surprisingly tender spot on her ankle, and now Regina couldn't hold back a soft hiss. Nor could she prevent her foot from squirming slightly.
"Sorry," Emma said quickly. "I won't press down so hard the next time."
Regina sighed slightly. The twang of pain had caught her off guard, but she didn't actually mind this deep pressure massage. And she clearly needed it too.
Emma continued the massage. Worked on her ankle. Alternated between light and deep pressure, and Regina had just felt a hint something she couldn't quite define when Emma suddenly stopped and asked: "Can I take off your socks?"
Oh. Regina was… not too sure about that. Sure, she had just showered, but… she wrinkled her nose slightly. Then flared her nostrils and hoped Emma would understand.
She did. Of course. "Are you trying to tell me that you're afraid your feet smell?" she asked with a sweet chuckle. Always so careful to show Regina that she was not trying to ridicule her.
Regina nodded. Yes, that was exactly what she was afraid of. It would be awful if her feet smelled!
"That's ridiculous, babe," Emma said, chuckling again. "I'm pretty sure the only thing your feet smell of, are roses."
Regina didn't agree with that. She wrinkled her nose and wished that she had spent a bit longer on washing her feet this morning. Had she known that Emma would be massaging them, she definitely would have!
"It'll feel so much better if I remove your socks," Emma said sweetly and coaxingly. "I could really get the chance to work on your sore spots."
Alright, alright. Regina had a feeling that she had a great many sore spots on her feet. So she pursed her lips and nodded her yes. But if her feet really WERE smelling, then-
"Yeah?" Emma said. Checking as she so often did.
Regina nodded again. And hoped that her feet smelled of roses.
"Great! I'm telling ya, it'll feel so much better," Emma said as she slipped off Regina's thin black socks.
It felt a bit odd, not wearing socks. Regina wasn't the type who walked around barefooted. She supposed she had always found it to be a bit untidy.
But that wasn't all. Emma first rolling up her pant-leg and then taking off her socks, left her with a bit of an odd feeling. One that she couldn't quite place.
"That's a nice nail polish," Emma complimented, interrupting her train of thoughts. "The color suits your skin tone very well."
Oh. It was just a red nail polish. Nothing special. Regina let out a soft rumble at that. Funny really. She seldom walked around barefoot, but she still insisted on painting her toenails. What even was the point? She supposed that there wasn't one. She let her gaze drift back to the television screen and the crazy bird action currently happening. Alfred Hitchcock was brilliant. As she watched, she felt Emma's hands on her feet again. Now she was rubbing the insides of her ankles. Circling the area with the pads of her thumbs. Regina involuntarily jerked her feet.
"That's really tender, isn't it?" Emma asked softly as she looked up.
Regina gave an automatic nod. Yes, the area was tender, but…. There was something else there. A feeling she couldn't quite place.
Emma clearly took it to heart. She was using much less pressure as she continued to make circles on the inside of Regina's ankles. It felt nice. Regina stopped wiggling her feet and relaxed. Her muscles went soft. She was no longer watching the movie. Instead concentrating on Emma's moving hands. Now they were on her heels. There was a tight spot there. Regina didn't have to take a massage-course to know that. She could literally feel it. She could feel how nice it was when Emma kneaded the spot. But she could also feel something else. That feeling she hadn't quite been able to place. Until now. She was starting to get an idea of what was going on. The pleasant, tingling sensation Emma's kneading hands brought to her feet, seemed to travel up through her legs. Propagate. Spreading all the way to her core.
Just as Regina realized that perhaps Emma's foot rub was getting a little TOO nice, Emma pressed her index finger against her ankle bone.
The breath Regina took sounded shuddery and not at all controlled. Nor did the moan. Oh god. She was actually moaning. Because of a foot rub. What the hell was wrong with her?! This shouldn't arouse her. That was completely wrong. Perhaps she was still dealing with the 'aftershocks' from last night, but that was neither here nor there right now. They were watching a movie, for crying out loud! She bit her lip and tried to pull her feet away from Emma's lap.
"It's fine," Emma said softly and gave her left foot a reassuring squeeze. "It's more than fine, Regina."
Was it though? Was it really? Regina wasn't so sure. She didn't want to make Emma uncomfortable. She didn't LOOK uncomfortable, but nonetheless…
"Just relax, babe. I don't mind."
Oh. Alright. Regina wasn't really in the mood to be coy. What Emma was doing felt so goddamn nice, and the idea of pulling her feet away and apologizing felt…. Agonizing. So she did not. For once, she did not apologize. Instead she relaxed her feet again. Abandoned the movie completely and only focused on what Emma was doing. She rubbed the top of her right foot with her thumbs. Started at the tip of her big toe and slowly moving all the way down to her ankle. Back up towards her big toe and repeating the motion again and again, adding more and more pressure every time.
It was the pressure that made her stomach flutter and her core tingle with pleasure. Regina moaned again and wiggled her feet although she hadn't been meaning to. A very small part of her wondered when the hell she had gotten so sensitive. But the majority of her was enjoying this most pleasurable sensation of Emma moving her fingers to the arch in her foot. She began to massage it, only using the lightest of pressure and rotating one thumb clockwise while moving the other counterclockwise. She gradually applied more and more pressure.
Regina moaned again. She had no idea why twenty three year old Emma had decided to take massage-classes, but she sure as hell was grateful! Exactly like last night, her mind clouded over with arousal, and she didn't even care that Emma did not have her eyes closed this time. It didn't interest her. That only thing that interested her was the delicious way Emma was touching her. After having massaged the arch of her foot thoroughly, she moved her fingers again. This time to massage her heel and Achilles' tendon. She did something with her thumbs. Slid them up and down Regina's Achilles' tendon. From her heel and to her lower calf.
As the tingling sensation evolved into a literal throbbing feeling between her legs, Regina squirmed on the couch. She couldn't help it. Nor could she help the shallow, quick breaths she was taking right now.
Emma switched things up again. Used both her thumbs to rub her heel in opposite, circular motions.
Regina was starting to feel extremely lightheaded. She tried taking a deep breath, but it didn't really work. She bit her lip. Fisted the blanket with one hand while opening and closing her other hand repeatedly. God, this felt so good! Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Emma stopped rubbing her heel. Regina tensed for a second when she felt Emma's fingers pluck at her toes. But whatever hesitance she had felt for a split second, immediately disappeared when Emma started to gently pull on each of her toes. Squeezing them. Then gently rotating the toes.
Okay, but for whatever reason, that extremely innocent gesture sent a flood of less-than-innocent warmth straight to Regina's core! What Emma was doing right now, had just made her ten times more aroused! She was only partially paying attention when Emma's attention switched, and she did the exact same to her other foot. Pulled gently at her toes and then rotated them. It had the exact same effect on Regina. Burning hot arousal coursed through her body to pool between her legs.
Emma said something. Something about her muscles coming around. Regina did not give a response to it. Her brain was fixated on one word only.
Coming.
Emma went back to massaging her right ankle again, using her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed the hollow area just below Regina's ankle softly. Then upped the pressure for a moment. Then going back to making circular motions on the outside of her ankle bone.
Regina felt her foot twitch, and once again her brain fixated on that word. Coming. It always started in her feet. The pleasant burning/tingling sensation. Always in her heels. And that was also the case right now. God, she was…. She was actually going to come from this. If she should feel embarrassed, she had forgotten about it. She was only feeling anticipative as the pressure build and build within her. She let out a choked little sound and bit her lip again. The blanket was slipping between her sweaty fingers.
Emma lifted her right foot. Pushed it slightly. Regina could feel her toes pointing upwards to the ceiling. She had no idea what Emma was planning now, but she had no doubt that it was going to be good!
Now she was cupping Regina's foot slightly. Then pressing her other hand (had she curled it into a fist?) against the sole of Regina's foot. She made circular motions for around ten to fifteen seconds. Then sliding her fist up and down the sole of Regina's foot and adding pressure for each time she did it.
Regina's foot was wiggling slightly now. Because all of her was wiggling slightly. She had been absolutely right. This was good. So, so good! She shifted on the couch, did her utmost do find a position that could give her just an ounce more tension. Her foot flexed in Emma's grasp. Her hands were scrambling around, and she grabbed a fistful of the blanket again. Squeezed it tightly. Just as she squeezed her eyes shut. The throbbing between her legs was reaching a certain point. She could feel it.
It happened quickly.
Emma applied hard pressure to the center of her sole.
She started trembling. For a moment climbing higher and higher…
Then…
Regina found herself arching forward as the pressure between her legs bloomed to a small but HIGHLY satisfying orgasm. The breath she unknowingly had been holding, came out of her in a soft whoosh. The pressure on her foot lessened a tad. Now Emma was merely gently rubbing both her feet.
As she stopped trembling, Regina found that she gradually became able to think straight again. And her first thought was 'what the hell was THAT?' since when did she have an orgasm from things that didn't involve touching in obvious places? Safe to say, THAT had never happened before.
Right now, Regina had no idea who was the genius. Herself or Emma?
Speaking of Emma…
She gently smoothened her thumb over the top of Regina's foot.
Regina opened her eyes and lifted her head just as Emma was doing the same. She knew what had just happened. That much was obvious. That had been pretty hard to miss, but… she was only just lifting her head now.
Had she not… been looking at Regina while 'it' was happening? Had she actually been looking down the entire time?
If that was the case, Regina had the utmost respect for Emma Swan.
If that was the case, Emma Swan was the most gallant, thoughtful person to ever have walked planet earth.
And Regina had a strong feeling that Emma HAD in fact been looking down the entire time. God, she was fantastic!
"You good?" Emma asked softly.
Regina nodded without taking her eyes off of Emma. She was definitely the genius here.
Emma laughed softly. Then she bowed her head and planted a light kiss on the side of Regina's ankle.
Regina felt another tremor run through her body. She wiggled her feet out of Emma's grasp and weakly lifted a hand. Pointed to the hallway and then to herself. She needed a moment in the bathroom. To calm down.
And… change her underwear.
"Sure," Emma said lightly. "D'you want me to pause the movie?"
Regina shook her head. Somehow got on her feet and quickly walked out of the library, down the hallway and into the bathroom where she closed and locked the door behind her.
She leaned heavily against the door, the picture of a cliché. For a moment, her feelings were all jumbled, and she was somewhere between embarrassment and satisfaction. She closed her eyes as she tried to determine whether she should be embarrassed about this or not.
The answer came just as quickly as she had.
No. No, she refused to be embarrassed about this.
Why should she?
Emma hadn't been. She had been as understanding as ever. And if she could act like this was no big deal, so could Regina.
She smiled. Looks like she and Emma had just discovered yet a new way of pleasure. Interesting. Dared Regina hope that there would be more foot rubs in the future?
She would like that. She would like it a lot.
She washed her hands and went into the bedroom where she found the article of clothing she was looking for in her suitcase. After having made herself decent again, she wrote a message on a post-it note. She tried her best to describe her feelings, but ended with: 'that was really nice. Which is an understatement, but I'm not quite sure how else to express it.' Ironic was it that the literature professor only could come up with 'nice', but right now she was still completely rattled and unable to think of anything else. So 'nice' it was. She slipped it inside the pocket of her blazer. She took another deep breath. Then left the bedroom and walked into hallway again. On shaky legs. VERY shaky legs. She hadn't the faintest idea of how she was even moving. It felt like her otherwise well-functioning muscles had turned into spaghetti.
But whether it was because of the leg-massage or the following orgasm, Regina did not know.
Emma hadn't moved much when Regina came back into the library. "You good?" she asked.
Regina nodded. Sat down on the couch and reached within the pocket of her blazer. She gave Emma the note. And now regretted that she hadn't come up with anything better than 'nice'. She could have written 'amazing' or 'mind blowing', but oh no. Of course she HAD to choose 'nice' of all things. God damnit!
"It was my pleasure," Emma said completely casually. The next second she looked utterly horrified.
Regina felt her eyebrows shoot up for a split second in surprise over Emma's choice of word. Then she leaned back and let her chest rumble with laughter. Now THAT was funny!
Emma laughed along with her. Then sliding closer and taking her hand. She planted a light kiss on it. Looked up and said: "if you ever want another foot rub, then let me know, okay?"
Regina pursed her lips. There was a good chance she would be taking Emma up on that offer. But not now. Now was the time to concentrate on…. The movie. Yes, the movie. They were watching a movie. That was exactly what they were doing.
She turned her attention back to television screen, but after a moment's intense concentration (and frowning), she had to admit that she had absolutely no clue where in the movie they were.
Emma laughed again. "Don't worry, babe. I have no idea what's going on either."
Regina did try her best to keep up with the action on the screen, but after a moment, she too had to give up. She lifted her shoulders in a shrug and flipped her palms, so they were facing the ceiling.
"Any chance you wanna kiss instead?" Emma asked ever so sweetly and not very innocently.
Oh god yes! There was nothing Regina would want to do more right now. She turned her upper body and nodded.
Emma scooted closer and brought their lips together in a soft kiss.
Regina cupped her girlfriend's beautiful face in her hands as they kissed. Brushed her fingertips over Emma's cheeks and felt her shudder slightly. Hum into the kiss. Wished that she somehow could stop time. Wished that they didn't have to part ways tomorrow…
To Be Continued…..