"Oh, fuck!" Emma's head tipped back against the pillow, much to Regina's delight. Emma too loved having her neck kissed, and Regina was fairly certain she had just found a particular 'spot' just below Emma's ear.
"That feels- oh god!"
Yes, definitely a spot. Regina felt slightly sly when she interrupted Emma by swirling her tongue over the spot and then gently pulled at the skin. Naturally not biting or doing something that could leave any marks, they weren't teenagers, but this gentle pulling with just a hint of teasing to it seemed to drive Emma half-delirious. And that was exactly what Regina was interested in.
"R-Regina!" Emma breathed, and Regina responded by gently giving her chest two soft taps. Just to reassure her that she was there and that everything was okay. Better than okay. She resumed kissing Emma's neck, enjoying having full access to it. She was laying on top of Emma and if she was too heavy, Emma certainly didn't express it. Her legs were loosely wrapped around Regina's calfs, and her hands were on Regina's naked back. She murmured Regina's name again, and Regina lifted her head and smiled down at the beautiful woman. It was time for another kiss, and Regina leaned in to give Emma just that. And was richly rewarded with a soft hand cupping the back of her head as to keep her there. Regina wasn't planning on moving, though. At least not her lips. Her hands was a different story, and she smiled just a little into the kiss as she let one hand slip lower and gently palm Emma's breast. Emma hissed slightly into the kiss, and Regina of course saw that as a good sign. A very good sign indeed. She found Emma's hard nipple and began circling it with the tip of a finger.
"Oh, fuck!" Emma cussed against her lips. Then pulled back. Perhaps she couldn't concentrate on returning the kiss right now, but that wasn't a problem at all.
Regina busied herself with kissing Emma's neck again while still stimulating her nipple. She liked when Emma cussed. And she liked when Emma moaned. She wondered in how many ways she could make Emma moan tonight, and she took her kisses to Emma's collarbone. Regina made sure to kiss every inch of Emma's collarbone before and she smiled a little when hearing the nonsense Emma mumbled. She liked when Emma was saying nonsense too, and she took her kisses lower still. To Emma's breast. That had Emma's body twitching. Good. Regina pecked her breast again. The wheels in her head had started turning and she couldn't stop thinking about the very first time Emma had called her. The very first time they had been intimate over the phone. Emma had said so many wonderful things that night. Had made them up along the way. And now Regina couldn't stop thinking about those things. How she had imagined that it was Emma touching her.
Tonight it HAD been Emma touching her. And now she was the one to touch Emma. What if she touched her in the way that Emma had described that night? She had a feeling that would be an intense but beautiful experience for the both of them, so she lifted a hand and placed it lightly over Emma's eyes.
"You want me to close my eyes?" Emma guessed.
Regina confirmed this by gently tapping her fingers against Emma's chest twice, and in response, Emma let out a soft sigh. Then settled back against the pillow with her eyes closed. No questions asked. No confusion. Only trust.
Regina took a second to admire Emma as she lied there naked and with her eyes closed. Her body was so beautiful. So perfect. It was a privilege to be allowed to touch it. Kiss it. She ran her fingertips gently over Emma's arm. From her shoulder and down to her hand. Then she switched and did the exact same thing to Emma's other arm. Soft, gentle caresses. She took her time and kept her gaze fixed on Emma's face all the time. Not to check, because that wasn't necessary. Emma looked so peaceful. And that was exactly what kept Regina's gaze locked on her face. That look of peace. Emma's forehead was smooth and free of any creases. Her pink lips slightly parted. Her lashes fluttering gently against her skin. Was it difficult for her to keep her eyes closed? Or was the fluttering eyelashes simply a subconscious act on Emma's part?
Regina began to draw random patterns at the top of Emma's chest. She was very tempted to write 'I love you', but resisted temptation. That had not been a part of their 'language' back then, and she was determined to copy every last motion from that night. She so wanted to recreate every touch Emma had described over the phone. Only this time it was real. This time, it was her doing it to Emma. Her, making love to Emma. She moved her fingers from Emma's chest and down to her stomach now. Gently caressing and drawing random patterns. Again, she was tempted to write something silly yet sweet, but as before, she reminded herself of the plan she had made. The plan she had no intention of straying from.
Regina continued and gently circled navel with the tip of a finger. She vividly remembered how wonderful it had felt when she did that to herself that night. Her body had still been a stranger then, but through Emma, she had gotten to know it again. And now it was her turn to familiarize herself with Emma's body. Oh, how lucky she was!
Emma's breath hitched. Once. Twice. Then: "oh god." The words were whispered. Ragged. Laced with pleasure. Good. Regina circled her navel one more time before letting her fingers creep up Emma's beautiful body. Once they reached Emma's breast, she splayed her fingers wide. Then kneaded the soft flesh gently. The mattress creaked like it had done a moment ago when she was wiggling. Now Emma was the one to do all the wiggling, and she looked absolutely gorgeous while doing so. Regina spotted how Emma was scrabbling to find something to hold onto, and she didn't take long to reach out and take Emma's hand. Emma's reaction to that came immediately. She lifted Regina's hand to her lips and kissed it.
Regina couldn't resist to deviate from the plan just a little. She shifted so she was above Emma again and then dipped down to kiss her cheek gently. While doing so, she took Emma's hard nipple between two fingers and began rolling it.
Emma moaned throatily at that, and the way she tried to squeeze her legs together did not slip past Regina's notice. Of course not. Being aware of how Emma reacted and felt was her most important job tonight, and so it didn't escape her notice either when she saw splashes of wet on Emma's cheeks. But she didn't appear to be in any kind of distress. She would have said so, Regina knew that. As she knew that Emma would have voiced if she felt overwhelmed by this.
These were not bad tears. It was tears of joy. Of happiness. And there was definitely nothing wrong with that.
Regina moved her free hand to Emma's other breast and began to gently knead them. Then she took Emma's hard nipples between her fingers and rolled them. Earned herself a shuddering gasp. And the sight of Emma taking a fistful of the sheet and squeezing it. Her back bowed. Her breasts pressed further into Regina's hands. Regina answered by squeezing her breasts slightly. Not harshly by any means, but Emma still moaned loudly and wiggled on the bed. Her thighs trembled slightly, and if that wasn't a cue, Regina didn't know what was. She trailed a hand lower and slipped it in between Emma's thighs. Emma let out something that was a half-shriek. Regina shifted to lie next to Emma, and when Emma opened her eyes, Regina made a 'come here'-motion towards her by wiggling her fingers a little. Emma immediately understood and slid closer. Regina smiled at the way things had reversed. Now Emma was the one to lie in her arms. Her hand was still between Emma's legs, and she shot Emma a querying look. One that immediately was answered by feverish nodding and a breathy: "yes! Oh god, yes! Touch me, Regina! Please."
Pleading was not necessary. Regina was more than happy to oblige, and she ran her fingers gently through Emma's folds. Swirled her digits through the wetness from her clit to her entrance. Emma moaned and shivered in her arms and Regina was sure to keep her eyes on Emma's face as she touched her. She kept her touches light and perhaps a little bit teasing as she swirled her fingers near Emma's entrance. She breached it but didn't slip her fingers in. Not yet. Emma's legs parted slightly, and Regina took advantage of that and spread the sticky wetness over Emma's sensitive clit. Then she touched the little bundle of nerves. Slowly began to rub it.
"Argh!" Emma hissed. Her legs twitched and her grip on Regina's shoulder became a bit tighter. Her green eyes were glassy, the movements rapid as she bowed her head and kissed the top of Regina's chest. Her voice was ragged when she said: "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Immediately, Regina kissed the top of her head and rubbed Emma's clit faster. Tight, quick circles. She applied pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Enough to make Emma's world turn faster, but certainly not enough to hurt her. And that had definitely never been the intention with this. She could feel a shift happening in Emma. Knew it instinctively when she saw more tears spill onto her cheeks. Emma was close. And Regina was very eager to help her along. Very, very eager!
She brought her free hand up and kneaded Emma's right breast again while continuing to rub her clit faster and faster. Emma moaned in her arms and uttered a garbled: "oh god, I'm... Regina!"
A rush of pride made Regina's chest swell. She was the one doing this. Was the one making Emma moan and thrash in the bed. She was the reason Emma was feeling this good. She and nobody else. And to think that she had feared she wouldn't be able to make Emma feel what she felt. That she had been insecure of her own abilities. There had been absolutely no reason to be that. Even though she and Emma never had done this before, Regina instinctively knew when and where to touch. Although she had never seen Emma naked, there was something familiar about her body. A sense of security. Like they fitted together. After everything that had transpired between them, Regina no longer thought that was silly. Quite the reverse.
Emma let out another choked sound that was rising in both volume and pitch, and Regina knew exactly what that sound meant. She was approaching the precipice fast. Once again, Regina helped her along. She took Emma's clit between two fingers and gave it a very gentle pinch.
The reaction came immediately, and Regina kept her gaze locked on Emma's face the entire time. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Emma's lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut and her forehead scrunched for a moment as she arched forward. Then came the sound. The high-pitched yet breathy moan. She was calling out to her. Saying her name like it was a prayer or an anchor. The only thing that kept her grounded.
Regina certainly made sure that Emma stayed grounded through this. She moved her hand from her breast and wrapped her arm around her to hold Emma's trembling body close. She breathed in the scent that was so quintessential Emma and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I love you!"
Garbled words, but Regina still understood them perfectly well, and oh, how she wished that she had been able to return the sentiment with words. What she wouldn't have given to be able to say 'I love you too' right now.
But she couldn't. All she could do was to let her actions speak. And really, perhaps that was what Emma needed the most right now. She stroked gently between her legs, kept feeding Emma's pleasure to make sure she reached the highest peak she possibly could.
And she succeeded. The peak was reached with more thrashing. And then, with one more choked moan and a slight sniffling sound, Emma came down from her high and her body grew limp in Regina's arms. Her grip on Regina's shoulder softened.
Now sure that Emma had finished, Regina moved her fingers away from her clit. Emma let out the softest little huff and pressed her lips to the top of Regina's right breast. Regina hummed softly in response. That felt nice.
"I love you," Emma said again. Less garbled this time, but still very much sincere.
Regina squeezed her. That had been an incredibly beautiful thing to watch. Emma was a vision, a wonder when overcome with pleasure. She was already longing to see it again but reminded herself to give Emma the chance to catch her breath. She could probably need that.
Emma 'mmm'ed' against her chest. Her body was still sagging against Regina's, and Regina wondered if Emma was going to fall asleep now. It wouldn't be a problem if she did. Then Regina would simply grab the blanket and cover Emma with it. And then she would ensure that Emma was in her arms all through the night.
But Emma didn't fall asleep. Instead she lifted her head and opened her eyes. "Hi," she said hoarsely.
Regina smiled in return. Emma's eyes were still so wide and full of wonder. Her cheeks were flushed. Beautiful. Still, she frowned a little bit as she reached out and touched the dampness on Emma's cheeks. She needed to be sure that those tears weren't bad.
"Happy tears," Emma hoarsely assured. "I am so, so, so happy right now, you have no idea!"
Regina smiled again. She had a feeling that she knew exactly how happy Emma was right now. Knew it and shared the feeling.
"That... was amazing!" Emma half-groaned.
Amazing, huh? Regina quirked an eyebrow. Perhaps Emma wasn't as sleepy as she had appeared to be a moment ago. Perhaps she was in the mood for more? The look in her eyes and the way she was biting her lip certainly suggested so. Regina slipped a hand between Emma's smooth, creamy thighs again. The evidence of her orgasm made Regina's hand slippery and she nearly smirked. Then silently marveled at how soft and perfect Emma was.
"Oh fuck, Regina!" Emma hissed, wiggling under her hand again. "Are you- what about you?"
She could wait. She lowered her head and bussed Emma gently on the lips before starting to stroke between her thighs again. Was so eager to make Emma come a second time. She had looked so, so beautiful when surrendering to the pleasure, and Regina was already addicted to seeing that look on Emma's face. She lowered her hand just a little so she could circle Emma's entrance with the tip of a finger.
Emma panted as she looked up at her with eyes that were already going slightly glassy. "Yes! I want you inside me. Please, Regina!"
There was nothing Regina wanted more than that, and she did what Emma had done a moment ago. She made sure to never break eye contact with Emma as she very slowly slipped the tip of her finger inside her. She needed to make sure that she wasn't hurting Emma in her eagerness.
Emma gasped and met Regina's eyes.
It nearly took the breath right out of Regina. The look in Emma's eyes was one of such open vulnerability, Regina nearly ended up spilling more tears. Nobody- and she could say that for certain- had ever looked at her like that before. Emma was the first person to give her a look of such unbridled adoration and vulnerability. There was nothing but the truth in Emma's eyes. No secrets. No hidden agendas. Just openness. Regina put a hand on Emma's cheek. To ensure that she was here. That she was real. That this was HAPPENING.
Emma blinked and willingly met her eyes again. "I'm okay," she breathed. "I'm... better than okay. That feels so... God, move! Please. I need you to move!"
Regina smiled softly at the woman she so loved as she gently began to move her finger inside Emma. God, she was so tight and warm and everything wonderful. She curled her finger just a bit and was rewarded with a throaty moan when the tip of her finger connected with that ridged spot within Emma. She made sure that her finger stayed in the same, perfect angle as she slowly moved the digit in and out. Emma's hips started to move. To push forward to take in her finger deeper. She had closed her eyes again, but Regina kept hers open. She was determined not to miss as much as a second of this beautiful moment. Emma's cheeks were blushing bright pink and a few droplets of sweat rolled down the column of her throat. Regina immediately started to imagine how it would feel to kiss those away. To kiss every inch of Emma's glorious body. To kiss the place where her hand currently was nestled…
"M-more," Emma breathed. "One more. Please."
Someday, Emma would have to tell her why she kept saying 'please' when it wasn't necessary. But not tonight. Tonight was not for explanations. It was for actions. Regina gently pulled her finger back until only the tip was inside of Emma, and then she up a second digit at Emma's entrance. Just like Emma had requested. This time, she did not double-check. Had a feeling that would only be frustrating for Emma. Instead she slowly let the second digit first breach Emma's entrance and then slip inside.
Emma reacted by squeezing her shoulder tightly. Tighter than what Regina had expected, the action caught her by surprise, but did not make her falter. This was merely Emma being passionate. There was no reason why that should make her falter.
"S-sorry," Emma murmured, loosening the grip on her shoulder again.
Regina kissed her. Soft and quick to let her know that there was no harm done. Then she slowly and gently began to pump her fingers within her.
"Don't wanna h-hurt you," Emma breathed. "N-never wanna hurt you."
Regina pecked those perfect lips again and cupped Emma's cheek with her free hand. To reassure. And to bring Emma just a little bit closer to her. If such a thing was even possible right now. She wiggled her fingers and rubbed the velvet soft walls. Emma moaned in her arms. The sound went right to Regina's core and made it clench. Made new wetness spill onto her thighs.
"You feel so good!" Emma moaned. "So, so good, babe! I'm... fuck, you're amazing!"
That did absolutely nothing to prevent the clenching sensation between her legs. Both Emma's praise and her moans was music to Regina's ears, and when rather suddenly moved a hand from her shoulder and to her breast, Regina really had to struggle to concentrate. It was merely a light touch, but that didn't matter. It still made Regina feel things incredibly strongly.
In many ways, this was exactly like the first night Emma had called her. And awakened her. Once again, something that had been buried deep inside Regina had been awakened. And this time in the most physical of ways. This time with Emma right next to her.
The thought of that made Regina feel slightly delirious, and she pumped her fingers just a little faster. Emma cried out again and her hips bucked, the movements faster and sharper. Her eyes were open now, but only for a moment. Then they were squeezed shut again, and Regina thought to herself that that perhaps was a good thing. Emma's gaze had nearly burned right through her. Had she kept looking at her for just a second longer, Regina surely would have come undone right on the spot.
The look Emma had given her a second ago, spurred Regina on and she thrusted her fingers faster, earning herself a sharp moan and a "god!" that was barely coherent.
It was clear that Emma had little control over her speech and body right now. Once again, Regina was slightly taken aback by her actions, and she let out a half surprised and definitely delirious moan when Emma threw a leg over her hip. Her breast was squeezed gently, and Regina moaned again. Answered by twisting her fingers within Emma. The leg she had thrown over Regina's hip had changed the angle and made it deeper, something that delighted them both when Regina let her digits curl and twist. Emma had to be close. She had felt her walls squeezing around her fingers a moment ago, and now Regina wanted to make her come. She wanted to feel Emma's muscles twitch and her walls clamp down around her fingers. She wanted to see the look upon her face when she surrendered to the pleasure again.
But she never made it as far. The hand slipping from her breast and down her stomach to cup her core thoroughly distracted Regina from her plan. As did the tip of Emma's finger which was now breaching her entrance. Regina gasped and lost concentration. Her fingers stilled within Emma.
"This o-okay?" Emma asked croakily, finger swirling around her entrance. She was looking at Regina again. Looking her right in the eyes. With that burning look of passion in her own eyes.
Regina could do nothing but moan in response and do a half-hearted gesture with her head she hoped would make it out for a nod. She couldn't concentrate on giving any other type of consent right now.
Nor did she need to. Emma's finger slowly slipped inside her. Regina moaned again. Oh god, that felt so, SO good! Fuck, she could have come right then and there, that was how sensitive she was right now!
But somehow, she managed to hold back. Somehow, she managed to stay focused. Swallowing thickly, she began to move her fingers within Emma once more.
Emma did the same. Moved her fingers within her, and Regina's mouth fell open when she felt it. The completely mirrored movement of Emma's fingers touching inside her.
God… This was everything Regina had ever wanted for them. When the phone calls started, she had felt so guilty because she wasn't capable of giving Emma anything back. And in the log house, she still hadn't quite been able to let go and let Emma touch her. Not yet.
But this…
This made everything click into place.
Mutual pleasure. In the most literal of ways.
Intimacy like Regina never had experienced it before.
The question of whether soulmates existed flittered through her mind, but Regina swiftly pushed it away. Now was not the time for thinking about that. Instead she followed Emma's cue and curled her fingers in the same way Emma was doing right now. She felt herself twitch. Already close. But that was alright. She had felt Emma do the same thing at almost the exact same time. Would they come together too?
"Fuck, you feel so good!" Emma moaned, and the way her finger pumped just a little faster felt like she was pointing it out a second time.
Regina gave a raspy moan in response and quickened her own pace too. Her wrist was starting to cramp ever so slightly, but she was more than capable of ignoring the twang of pain as she curled her fingers in tight, wet heat. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Or was that Emma's? It could very well be. They were lying so close, Regina wouldn't be one bit surprised if she was capable of feeling Emma's heartbeat. She could definitely feel the hand grabbing at her hip, and she also understood perfectly what message lied in the way Emma was grabbing her hip. She understood because she could feel the way Emma's core clenched around her fingers.
Regina immediately covered Emma's mouth with her own. Claimed her lips in a quick, fierce kiss they only had exchanged a handful of until now. Emma moaned against her mouth, and Regina took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside Emma's mouth. Another moan followed that action. Another squeeze of Emma's walls around her fingers.
Regina never stopped kissing her as she felt how Emma had started trembling. A cue. More than that. Emma was most certainly ready!
She flicked her wrist, sending the two fingers buried inside Emma right against her g-spot where they rubbed and rubbed until Emma wailed her name as she came, body shaking, and moans swallowed by Regina's mouth.
Regina could not look at her this time. Not without breaking the kiss, and that was something she definitely did not want to. So she settled for imagining how Emma's face scrunched up and her cheeks flushed all over again. Regina's own arousal amped up because of the way Emma was squeezing around her fingers and the wetness that dripped onto her wrist.
Had Regina been physically capable of cussing, she would have chosen this moment to do so.
She had expected Emma to pull out of the kiss. To sag against her in new exhaustion. But that did not happen. Instead Emma's finger began to move inside her again. Harder and faster and with such purpose that Regina was the one to pull out of the kiss. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, a sound that was mirrored by Emma.
Regina shook from top to toe and then she was coming, coming, coming, and fuck, it felt exactly as good and perfect as the first time! Oh god, how was she ever going to get enough of this? Enough of Emma. The last barrier had at last come down and now there was only passion left. Passion and pleasure and relief because her body and mind hadn't betrayed her. And Regina was confident that it would never happen again.
Never again would she doubt herself or Emma when it came to sex and intimacy.
"I love you." Soft lips against her jaw.
Regina moaned in response and somehow managed to withdraw her fingers from within Emma. They were wet and sticky and had she been less tired she would have done something scandalously salacious. But tonight was definitely not the time for such actions. She was reaching a certain point of exhaustion and wasn't even capable of fully reacting when Emma gently withdrew her finger.
One thing she COULD react to, though was the tears that once again were spilling from her eyes. She wiped her cheeks almost angrily. God, what was the MATTER with her? She felt as though she was being unreasonably vulnerable.
A slight shifting had her turning her head slightly, and when she saw that Emma was looking at her (and clearly had spotted the tears) Regina rolled her eyes and shrugged in what she hoped was an 'I can't help it'-manner.
Because she truly couldn't. The tears kept falling no matter how many times she wiped her cheeks.
"It's okay," Emma said softly. "It's more than okay. I get it."
Regina settled for wrinkling her nose in disdain and wiping her cheeks again. Hopefully, this would only happen tonight. Hopefully, she was just reacting like this tonight because of how intense it had been physically and emotionally. Although there was nothing to be ashamed of, she didn't want to cry EVERY single time after sex. She feared that it could get awkward in the long run.
Emma chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "That was incredible!"
More than that. Had she been able to talk, she would have used words such as 'mind-blowing' and 'out of this world'. They would have been very fitting. But 'incredible' could work too. It had to. Regina was far too tired to even bother trying to sign the words. And she had a feeling that Emma would be too tired to understand what she was trying to sign.
"And I really wish I could keep going…." Emma's voice was laced with mischief and the look in her eyes definitely naughty as she lifted her hand to her mouth and lazily swirled her tongue over her index finger. The index finger she had just used to…
Regina felt her skin heat up and she stared transfixed at Emma as she licked her finger clean. Next time, she vowed. Next time she would definitely do that. And more. If only she'd had the energy to do that now, but alas, she hadn't. And the blunt fingernails gently scratching up and down her naked back didn't make her feel any less sleepy.
Regina exhaled softly. Would probably have drifted off right then and there if Emma hadn't broken her half-slumber with the quirky:
"Your back is so soft."
Regina raised an eyebrow and before she could stop herself, she rumbled in laughter. She had no idea where Emma's comment came from, but she was definitely amused by it.
"What? Not a fan of my pillow talk?" Emma snickered and pretended to narrow her beautiful eyes.
Regina pressed a kiss to her brow. She was a fan of everything about this. Emma's funny comments. Her blushing cheeks. The golden hair fanning out around her, wild and untamed. The look of sleepy mischief in her green eyes.
The afterglow suited Emma Swan very well. Very well indeed.
"Wow!" Emma exclaimed. Just that.
'Wow' was entirely fitting. This was without a doubt the best sex Regina ever had, and if she wasn't mistaken, Emma felt the same.
A smile tugged at Regina's lips. A satisfied little smile. She was starting to feel awfully smug, and she wasn't even ashamed of it. She had made Emma come twice in the most delightful way. Damn right she had every right to be smug!
Emma's hand was suddenly pressing against her back and Regina willingly wiggled closer. Both of them moaned in unison when their upper bodies were pressed flush together. Once again, Regina mourned that she was so tired.
"How many times have I told you that I love you tonight?" Emma asked rhetorically as she caressed her cheek.
Too many times to count. Regina shrugged slightly whilst still smiling.
"A hundredth times? A thousand? A million?" Emma half-teased. The words were slow and sleepy, and Regina's heart melted. There was something so utterly adorable about sleepy Emma.
She brought her hand up to Emma's chest and began writing. Sweet messages only although she had been tempted to write something teasing like 'that was really nice'. She would have to do that another time.
"That makes me really sleepy," Emma yawned and blinked slightly.
Yawning was contagious. It didn't take long before Regina copied the action, causing Emma to snicker softly. "I suppose we have time for more pillow talk tomorrow, yeah?" she finished the sentence.
Definitely. Regina nodded in agreement. And hid another yawn behind her hand.
"Seems like you're about ready for sleep, babe," as she spoke, Emma grabbed a fistful of the blanket and pulled it over the both of them.
Regina wrapped an arm around her. This was how she wanted to go to sleep tonight. With Emma in her arms and a smile on her lips. She had never felt happier as she gently drifted off to sleep….
Morning came with a creak that had Regina waking without opening her eyes. For a split second, she was confused and tried to familiarize herself with the seemingly unknown bed she was laying in, but then she remembered everything that had happened last night and immediately knew that she was in Emma's bedroom. In Emma's bed. Safe and warm and very, very happy.
She rolled onto her side and opened her eyes. Spotted Emma who was sitting up in bed. Was she leaving or arriving?
"Hi," Emma quietly greeted her.
Regina flashed her a smile she had a feeling was a bit sleepy still.
"Spoilsport."
Now THAT was enough to wake Regina. She pursed her lips and frowned in confusion. Why on earth was she a 'spoilsport'? Was Emma still asleep despite sitting up and looking very awake? She knew that Emma talked in her sleep, but she wasn't aware of it if Emma was capable of upholding whole conversations whilst being asleep.
"You've just robbed me of the opportunity to surprise you with you breakfast in bed," Emma clarified.
Regina grinned, chest rumbling in silent laughter. Emma looked as sullen as a teenage girl who had just been caught sneaking out, and Regina was highly amused. Until her throat started complaining and she had to rub it to warm up the sleepy muscles.
"You okay?" Emma asked and all trace of the sullen teenage girl immediately left her face.
Regina nodded, but that clearly wasn't confirmation enough for Emma who shuffled closer and put a hand on her cheek. "Does it hurt?"
Regina shook her head and smiled reassuringly. She was okay.
"Okay," Emma said, relief washing over her face and replacing the look of concern. "Are you hungry?"
Oh boy, was she ever. She nodded again and put a hand on her belly to illustrate just how much. Last night's activities had provided her with an appetite that felt even stronger than when she was pregnant and practically spend every second eating.
Emma grinned at her. "How about we head downstairs and get some breakfast then? After I've kissed you good morning, obviously."
Ohhh…. Regina very much liked the sound of that and she didn't have to nod before Emma leaned in and quickly bussed her on the lips. "Good morning. I love you. Have I told you that lately?"
Hmmm… At least not this morning, no. Regina teasingly shook her head.
"Well, in that case, I've got a newsflash for you... I love you," Emma grinned.
Regina cheekily rolled her eyes, but obviously, she was very, very happy. Hearing Emma say 'I love you' first thing in the morning was officially one of her favorite things now.
"Why don't you stay here and relax while I cook us some breakfast?"
Cute but not happening in a million years. Regina wanted to help, and she firmly shook her head as she sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her messy hair.
"Well, I tried," Emma laughed, stretching her arms high above her head whilst yawning in earnest.
That was definitely the sound of someone who'd had a very, very good night of sleep. But that wasn't the entire reason why Regina was staring as Emma stretched. She was staring because the stretching first lifted and then pushed out Emma's breasts in a rather magnificent way.
A million interesting thoughts about postponing breakfast entered Regina's mind. But disappeared just as quickly when she heard something give way in Emma's back. She frowned. That did not sound too good. But Emma didn't appear to be one bit affected by whatever it was. She turned her back briefly (and gave Regina a glorious view of her naked backside) as she walked over to the door and grabbed the baby blue bathrobe hanging ready and available on the hook. She was all smiles as she handed the robe to Regina.
Regina rolled her eyes a little at the cliché but otherwise happily accepted the robe. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric and hoped that the robe smelled of Emma. If so, it was very possible that she had to steal it. But instead of putting it on, she stared at Emma as she walked over to her closet and fished out something. A pair of red panties. And a white tanktop. She put the clothes on, and it occurred to Regina that this was in fact the only bathrobe Emma owned.
But she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty for 'stealing it'. Not when Emma looked so utterly delicious in that white tanktop and those red panties. The sight did things to Regina.
Emma turned back around, and that was Regina's cue. She shrugged on the robe and climbed out of bed. Tried her best not to wince at the slight nipping sensation between her legs when she took a step. That was to be expected. It had been a while since she last was intimate with anyone. And the pain wasn't unbearable in anyway. It was barely a pain, really.
"Ready for breakfast?" Emma asked lightly.
Regina nodded but then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eye makeup was smudged and sat in cakes around her eyes. Her red lipstick smeared and her hair a mess of curls that couldn't seem to agree on one direction to fall in. She scowled and tried to fix her hair just a little.
"You look beautiful," Emma assured and gently took her hand. "Come on. Let's get some breakfast, yeah?"
Okay, okay. Regina had to admit that breakfast ranked higher on her list than fixing her appearance did. She nodded as she followed Emma out of the bedroom.
Emma made her breakfast. Waffles. With maple syrup. And a whole pot of coffee. Regina praised the breakfast as much as she possibly could, and she even surprised herself by eating two waffles and still not feeling full. She was just so hungry this morning!
They had talked and laughed together, and Emma looked like she was about to crack another joke when Regina's cellphone (which had been left abandoned downstairs last night) chimed and robbed her of the opportunity.
Regina snatched the phone to see the message. It was one from Zelena. Of course. She smirked a little as she read the message. 'Are you planning on coming home today, or...?'
Fair question. It was 10:15 and Henry had to be awake by now. She should probably start to consider going home. But it was so very hard when the waffles were this good and the bathrobe so soft and Emma Swan so, so wonderful.
"What's funny?" Emma asked curiously.
In response, Regina turned the phone so Emma could read Zelena's half annoyed, half curious question.
Emma snickered and feeling inspired by their previous joking, Regina grabbed her pencil and stack of post-its and wrote down yet another joke: 'Should I tell her no?' She pushed the note towards Emma and was rewarded with a hearty laughter. "Yeah," Emma replied, eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief. "Yeah, you should definitely tell her no. Don't go home. Stay another night."
Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful, letting herself be whisked off for another day (and night!) in paradise, but seriously, she had responsibilities. She had to go home to her son.
Emma reached out and took her hand, and Regina smiled at her as she squeezed her hand.
"So. Are you free next weekend?"
The no-nonsense question nearly had Regina choking on a mouthful of coffee and another rumbling laughter found its way out. It sounded even odder than normally because she was clearing her throat at the same time.
"ARE you?"
Well. If she for some reason wasn't, it would become her highest priority to clear her weekend. Regina grabbed the pencil and post-it again and wrote down her answer. 'I sincerely hope so!' she meant it and wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed when Emma repeated the answer out loud a moment later….
It was hard. It took a while. There was much reluctance. Much dawdling. Much kissing. Much amusement as both of them ran back and forward to gather Regina's clothes. For a solid two minutes Regina's panties had been lost. "To mankind," Emma had joked, and her lips hadn't even twitched when she continued: "if I find them, I'll keep 'em!"
She had not found them, though. Regina had. Underneath Emma's bed of all places. Emma had laughed and Regina had blushed when her girlfriend wanted to know how on earth they had ended up THERE.
Regina had no answer to that. Either than her movements last night clearly had been more enthusiastic than she first assumed.
The found panties concluded Regina's overnight stay at Emma's house and after a few more kisses and a few more promises, the couple finally parted ways.
Regina was in high sprits and bopped along to the radio as she drove back from Steveston. Her belly was full of waffles, her heart overflowing with tenderness and her mind stuffed with all the wonderful memories from last night. She had not been kidding about clearing her calendar next weekend if needed to…
Coming home, she was of course greeted by Henry who hugged her. "Did you have a good time with Emma?" he asked, utterly innocent.
Regina nodded and ruffled his hair. The simple answer to that was yes. She did indeed have a good time with Emma.
"What did you guys have for dinner?" he asked curiously.
Dinner? Regina frowned. What dinner? Had there been a dinner?
"Mom?"
Ohh. Oh, right! Dinner. Yes. Now she remembered, and she hastily found her phone in her pocket and typed what they had eaten last night. She had no idea how to sign 'filet mignon'.
"Glad it wasn't tacos," Henry snickered as he handed the phone back to her. "That would really have sucked! Can we go to the dog park today? Nick and Ava are going!"
Regina nodded automatically although she much rather would have preferred to sit somewhere quietly and just soak in the memories from last night. But naturally, she couldn't disappoint her son when she had been away.
"Cool! After lunch?"
Lunch? She had just had breakfast. But nevertheless, she nodded again.
"Awesome! I'll go and text Nick and tell him we're coming!" with that, Henry thundered up the stairs, leaving Regina in the hallway.
She smiled to herself as she toed off her shoes and shrugged off her coat. What an enthusiastic boy she had today. That pleased her. She was sure Henry had seemed a bit meek the past week.
Regina walked into the utility room where she unceremoniously emptied the content of her overnight bag into the washing machine. Thank god for the extra set of clothes she had brought with her. Even though she was an adult, there was no reason to flaunt anything.
Once the washing machine was full and running, Regina uncharacteristically left the bag at the bottom of the stairs. She could take that upstairs later. For now, she needed to sit down. Despite their late morning she was still tired, and she let out a little sigh of relief as she leaned back in the couch.
"Afternoon, sis." It came teasingly from the armchair.
Regina looked to the ceiling and silently wondered why Zelena always, always had to be there. Why couldn't she have been in the office? Just for once?
"You're home late," Zelena continued, either oblivious or ignoring Regina's annoyance.
Regina shrugged. She couldn't exactly deny that she was home late.
"Was it a nice date?"
She nodded again. Yes. A very nice date.
"Yes? Good food? Good company? Good night of sleep?"
The words were laced with hidden questions and Regina sighed deeply. Kept her gaze focused on the ceiling as she signed: 'I am not having this conversation with you.'
"I wasn't aware that there even was a conversation to be had?"
Oh, darn it. Perhaps the words HADN'T been as laced with hidden questions as Regina had thought. Perhaps she had just been ridiculously paranoid.
"Well…. Is there?" Zelena asked.
No. Regina shook her head.
"No?"
N-o. Regina shook her head again.
"Okay then," Zelena said lightly and leaned forward slightly in the armchair. "So absolutely nothing memorable happened with Emma last night?"
Regina scowled as she signed: 'every moment with Emma is memorable.'
"Cute," Zelena chuckled. "And definitely evasive too."
Perhaps. 'Nothing that concerns you happened last night,' Regina signed. That had to be enough. She frowned. Actually, that was MORE than enough. Shit. Someday she would have to learn how to stop walking into Zelena's traps.
"Okay then," Zelena repeated. "I won't say anything."
'Thank you.'
"But I can be happy for you, right?"
Regina snorted. Happy that she had slept with her girlfriend? Sure. 'Yes'.
"Great. I'm happy for you."
'Thank you.' Regina tipped her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. Perhaps a little power-nap before making lunch for Henry? Surely, nobody was gonna complain if she closed her eyes real quickly, right? It didn't have to be a long nap or anything. Just five minutes. Or ten. Maybe fifteen. Twenty if she was lucky and Henry somehow got distracted by something upstairs…
"Was it okay?"
Regina flinched and her eyes snapped open. She stared at Zelena. What the hell?! 'That is definitely not any of your business," she signed and glared. Sisters or not, there were some things she definitely wouldn't share with Zelena!
"Oh god, I didn't mean it like THAT," Zelena grimaced and she shifted uncomfortably. "Definitely not! I literally don't want to know ANYTHING about that!"
Good. Regina lost the frown but still clicked her tongue in dismay at Zelena's clumsy way of expressing herself.
"I just wanted to know if you're okay," Zelena said carefully. "You know… emotionally and all that."
Oh. Still a bit personal, but Regina let it slide. 'I'm fine', she signed. 'Thriving.' There. Nothing to second guess. No further questions to ask.
And Zelena did not. She just smiled. And gave a cheeky wink. But Regina pretended not to see that. And besides, her phone had just chimed, and obviously that was way more interesting than Zelena.
Regina grabbed her phone and checked the message. It was from Emma. She had sent her a picture, and Regina let out a mock exasperated sigh when her camisole stared back at her from the picture. So much for running around and gathering her clothes.
'I spy with my little eye, an escaped camisole', Emma had written underneath the picture of the camisole abandoned on the bedroom floor.
'I could have sworn I remembered everything', Regina texted back.
'Clearly not. Guess what I'll be wearing for bed tonight ;) ;)'
'I have to see that sometimes.' Emma wearing her camisole was a sight Regina didn't want to miss for the world.
'That could definitely be arranged ;)'
Regina rumbled quietly. And tried not to envision Emma wearing nothing but her camisole. She was relieved when her phone chimed again. Hopefully, that would be enough to distract her.
'Hey, guess what, beautiful?'
'What?' her brain was definitely not wired for guessing games right now.
'We never actually got any dessert last night! I had even bought ice cream and everything!'
Regina smirked a little bit. Well… The ice cream sounded nice, but… 'I actually had plenty of dessert last night. I was more in the mood for something hot.' She sent off the text and waited in anticipation. She wasn't sure she ever had been this bold via text. Her palms were actually a bit clammy when her cellphone chimed, and she checked the message.
'Holy fucking shit, woman! I'm literally so close to jumping into my car and driving to your house right now!'
Regina smirked again as she texted back and told Emma how wonderful that could have been.
'Last night was everything to me. You know that, right?'
'Yes, I do. And I feel the same. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to concentrate today, but I'll try.'
Because that was all she could do. Try. And perhaps she could sneak in one or two daydreams about Emma Swan…
To Be Continued…