Silence.
It's a bitch.
Silence walks in the room, arrogantly making her presence known. As I blindly try to maneuver in the dark, Silence coolly mocks me. Casually lounging, watching me as I struggle to find my footing. Silence, stretches her long arms and begins to prance around in a circle enjoying my uneasiness. She sings the songs of my doubts. Her alluring powers are heightened when she's shoulder to shoulder with her best friend...Awkward. Watch out when those two are together, destruction and humility is the name of their game. Dancing around in a nauseating rage they stroll out the room hand in hand, feeling satisfied that their job is complete.
The only thing I hear is my heart pounding against my ribs. The only thing I feel is it trying to murder me, attempting to fly out of my chest. Recent studies have shown this is not possible, so I'd appreciate it if it stopped. Like, now.
"Regina?" my voice is barely above whisper. The response I get…
Silence.
My dear old friend.
I fished my phone out of my pocket and turned on the flashlight. Angling it around the room, I didn't see Regina until I aimed the light at her desk. Right leg crossed over left with the palm of her hands resting on top of her desk exposing more of the smooth and supple skin underneath her outfit. Two sharp and suspicious eyes stared at me out of the darkness, her body vibrated with a powerful dominance, and even in this shitty lighting I can see the deep red flush on her cheeks.
She was angry, maybe jealous and I feel like shit for saying that it turns me on more than it scares me.
Taking my chances I placed one foot in front of the other, taking a small step towards her. When she didn't say anything I took a few more, stopping in front of Richie's desk. I set my phone down with the flashlight up never letting my gaze drift from hers. Feeling the tension roll off her, I sighed and prepared for the ass beating of my life with us a few feet away from each other.
"30 seconds." her words came out clipped and dry. At least she's giving me a chance to explain myself.
Deep breath Emma. You got this.
"Regina what you saw at lunch was nothing, I swear. Rachel asked if she could talk to me, we walked to the Senior Tree, and we started talking. She asked me if we could hang out after volleyball, I went to tell her that I just wanted to be friends, that's when she kissed me and, well, you saw the rest." Under her burning gaze I began to fidget with a frayed hem.
"What did you say to her?" her hazel eyes were blank, reptilian; giving nothing away, like the eyes of a professional poker player.
I furrowed my brows wondering what that had to do with us but decided against questioning it.
"I told her she was nice and that I liked her a lot." A chuckle oozing with sarcasm hit my eardrums raising the nerve wracking tension crackling between us.
"So you're saying, what, that you did want to hang out after the season?"
"No! I-"
"Because if I was her, that's how I would've taken it." interrupting me with a raised hand she shot a stern glare.
Heat rose from the deepest part of me as my stomach began to tremble, I dropped my head back and groaned. Annoyance drowned out nerves and fear. I get it, I'm not the one with the moral high ground, but why is she acting like this relationship is a fucking walk in the park.
"If I were her, I would've kissed you too."
Her words caught me off guard and our gazes met once again. Pushing herself off the desk, Regina landed like a cat, graceful as fuck. After smoothing out the non existent wrinkles she took a step forward.
"You should choose the position of your words wisely next time somebody comes on to you." the hard lines in her face decreased in depth as her jaw relaxed and the contoured eyebrows returned to their rightful place.
"The kiss didn't mean anything." I repeated.
"I know." and as if her honest words were encased in magic the tension from my body vanished. "I saw her scoot over to you, grab your hands, I saw you pull away, ramble some half ass sugar coated response in her attempt to come on to you. I saw her kiss you and I saw you pull away but when your eyes met mine, I don't know it just made me-" she cut herself off with a deflated sigh.
No! Don't stop, it's just made you…? I kept the words to myself hoping that woould urge her to continue.
"Emma-" Okay, she's using my name. This is good. "-I know this is not an ideal situation. To everyone else we are two very single women with little baggage." Pssh, speak for yourself. "This is tough for both us just please, try not to let that happen again."
"What about you and Mal?" The question flew out of my mouth before it could be stopped. Regina's face was less than amused.
"What about her?" Well, it's out in the open now. Go on Emma, keep digging that hole.
"Hate to break it to you but she obviously wants more. Don't mean to fuck up the shopping parties with your best friend." unable to hide the disdain for that lady my lips curled up as I spat the words out.
"I can tell what Mal wants and she knows she's not getting it." she matched my tone. I folded my arms across my chest with a thick and dramatic huff.
"And that's suppose to make me feel secure while she's constantly breathing down your neck? Not to mention you don't seem to be bothered by it." my voice hardened with sarcasm and I bit my tongue to keep the words 'I'm not your fucking side piece' from flying out my mouth.
"Fine, if you don't want me to be her friend then I won't be her friend."
"That's not what I'm fucking saying!" I yelled. "God Regina you just-" there it was, that ugly green feeling. That feeling I hated. "-like to twist what I'm saying."
"So then tell me what you're saying Emma." her voice raised and a faint vein bulged directly down the middle of her forehead. Ah shit, take it down a notch Emma.
"I'm saying I get she's your friend, but she also needs to back the fuck off." I stressed the last four words by unfolding my arms and punching the palm of my hand.
Not being one to back down from any challenge Regina raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side.
"Why?" the lack of concern in her voice rattled me.
"Wh-you know what, no Regina, if you were listening you would've heard why."
"Careful, you're on thin ice Emma. You told me half of it, now tell me the rest." and I don't understand. What does she want me to say?
"Well she's blonde for one, which seems to be your type when it comes to women." I tried to joke but lips stayed in a tight thin line. An exasperated sigh left my chest as I hid my hands in my pockets. "Regina, what do you want from me."
Narrowing her lids to thin slits, nostrils flared and her chest started to rise and fall at a much faster pace.
"I want you to cut the superficial bullshit Emma. There is something deep down that bothers you more than her looks and the way she acts around me, if that was the case you would've wanted Warren to back the fuck off. Drop the act and tell me the truth."
The things that flew out of her mouth punched my gut, the sharp tone cut through the pride I was wearing like badge and I knew I had to give in. My weight shifted from foot to foot as my gaze dropped to the ground.
"The blonde hair and the blue eyes do bother me. Let's be honest, she's not unattractive. When you're around each other it just seems so easy. You guys can laugh, joke, you can-" I cleared my throat. "-touch each other, all of this in public. You can go out to the mall on a Thursday and not worry about who will see you there, grab some food and actually eat inside the restaurant. I get jealous because we can't do that. I didn't think this would be easy but there's more variables than I thought." Vulnerability fucking sucks. "Sometimes I think you'll ask yourself 'why am I messing with this kid when I have a beautiful woman in front of me'."
My so called emotional cup is running over.
"I didn't want to tell you because it's stupid, the way I'm feeling is just-" and now I'm babbling.
"The way you feel is not stupid." Regina interjected in a harsh tone. "I just wanted to know why she makes you like this. I can talk her."
"No Regina it is stupid. It's so fucking stupid, I don't want to be the possessive girlfriend, the one who says you can't be friends with so and so. She's just so damn obvious about her feelings. Compared to her, Dr. Douche Face Hyde is a saint."
In the heat of this serious discussion my comment was not meant to be funny yet when I looked up the corners of her mouth had lifted and she let out a light chuckle while backing up and leaning on the desk again. A smile cracked on my face and we shared a laugh.
So, where does this leave us?
"Get over here." Regina said. My hands fell out of their perspective pocket and I noticed bits and pieces of my girlfriend showing through this shelled demeanor. I intended to stop only inches away from her but my body had other ideas as my hands cupped her face and connected our lips. The missed sensation of tingles shot through me as I pushed my tongue in Regina's mouth, who gladly accepted it. I broke the kiss, not wanting to go too far and rested my forehead against hers.
"Can I still come over?" I asked softly.
Placing the palm of her warm hand over my wildly beating heart her head nodded against mine.
"I'd like that."
My eyes closed in time with the elevator doors, the jolting motion of it rising rocked my backpack off my shoulder dropping it to my arm. I had no clue if Regina had any intentions of letting me stay the night since our relationship sat in a weird gray area. After our kiss she still seemed off, as if there was something clawing at the back of her mind but was struggling to voice her opinion. Still I went against wearing briefs or a bra. Honestly it's useless around her, their just going to get destroyed. If she asks about it I'd just tell her it's for Belle.
The high pitch ding of the elevator brought me back to the present, getting a clear view of her door after my eyelids fluttered open. Stepping out of the elevator I made good use of my legs, we didn't set a time for me to be back over here but I still felt like I was running late. Trying to get those fucking bobby pins out of my hair was a nightmare. Never again will I let mom do that. Reaching the wooden door I took one final deep breath and knocked.
"It's open." a muffle voice called from the other side.
Turning the knob I walked in at the same time searching for her whereabouts. The light smell of batter wafted under my nose. Pancakes? She's cooking pancakes? At 10:30p.m? I kicked the door closed the heel of my foot, then dropped my backpack to the floor. The sound of the combined actions made Regina whip her head away from the stove and to me.
"Hey." my signature crooked smile graced my lips as I spoke. Bending down I unlaced my shoes, slid them off and headed to the counter that overlooked the sink.
"Hey." she replied, turning off the fan above her. It was only then that the classical music made itself known.
"Didn't realize you were into Vivaldi." Resting my elbows on the counter I peered over it thinking how classy she was until my eyes caught site of the chocolate chip Mickey Mouse pancakes.
Grabbing the plates Regina glided out of the kitchen and around the counter top giving me a much appreciated view of her body. The Nirvana sleeveless shirt hung loose stopping just above her belly button. Before this moment I never understood the appeal of those really short spandex shorts as her toned legs flexed under the weight of her movements to the table.
"Didn't realize you knew who Vivaldi was." Her hips swayed loosely, almost as if she was teasing me.
"I have a decent size music catalog." I replied, keeping my eyes glued to the shorts hugging just under cheeks.
She set the plates down side by side, with her hands now free she pulled two chairs back, eyes darted to me and I got the hint this was her way of asking me to sit down. I can't place it but something is still different about Regina. Could it be the predatory look in her dilated pupils as they darted up and down my clothed body while walked to my seat. With her chin tilted up, domineering eyes followed my every action as I sat down. Zeroing on the two Mickey Mouse pancakes on plate Regina walked behind my chair, footsteps faded, the fridge opened and I could hear rustling. A glass bottle of syrup along side a stick of butter was placed next to my silverware when she came back.
"Thank you." I mumbled.
"Mhm." Mhm? What does that mean? We fought, talked, kissed and made up. Everything should be good...ish. Right?
Water and wine were placed in between us, as I poured the syrup on my pancakes she let the wine flow into her glass.
Vivaldi. Mickey Mouse pancakes. Nirvana. Wine.
Here I thought I knew Regina pretty well. Except for the wine, that's a give in.
Doing my best to ignore the multiple penetrating short gazes that seemed to burn for minutes after, the metal prongs sliding between her teeth as she bit down on the fork removing a bite size piece of pancake, the slender fingers that traced the rim of her wine glass and focused on devouring this food.
One bite at a time is not enough but I refrained from shoveling by setting the fork on my napkin.
"Thank you Regina. This is really amazing."
"Glad you like it." she answered, then took a small sip of wine.
Syrup coated the inside of my mouth while my hand shot back to my utensil scarfing a few more pieces. My pancakes were gone fast and I smirked at the empty plate, finished my glass of water, and leaned back in my seat.
"That was delicious." I replied, dropping the back of my head over the chair. Eyes closed, symptoms of the unforgiving food coma lurked in the shadows as I stifled back a yawn. No words fell from her plump lips, checking to see if she heard me I rolled my neck to the left. Brown eyes swam with mischief, nimble fingers clenched around the glass, and I don't know if this is her goal but I'm definitely getting turned on.
"You have some syrup on the side of your face." Regina's smooth words coaxed me into an upright position. I felt inferior in this moment, like a child being reprimanded for not having good manners. Mid stride in search for my napkin a soft hand roughly gripped my forearm. Shooting my head towards her she stood up throwing my petty glares to the wind. A rapacious smirk appeared in front of me as she took the few steps to my chair then confidently swung her left over me, straddling my legs. "Allow me." loosening her grip on my forearm just to slide up, across my shoulder, stopped to play with the baby hairs at the base of my neck, then delicate fingers dove into my hair yanking back my head.
I hissed and slammed my eyes shut being caught between pleasure and pain. The tip of her tongue swiped across the corner of my mouth licking the alleged syrup off. Teeth sank into my bottom lip, hard. Pulling away only made it worse as it gave her more leverage to yank on my hair. Salty metallic mixed in with saliva pooled in the corner of my cheeks. Blood, not a lot but enough to take me by surprise in which Regina took advantage of by parting my lips with an aggressive push of her tongue. Automatically my hands flew to her back, dipping under the 90's rock band shirt I scratched down her back then dug my nails into her waist getting a delighted groan in a return. Her free hand rested at the base of my throat as Regina kissed me with a sense of urgency, always making sure to stay in control. If I tried to deepen it, a rough tug on my blonde hair would jerk me back, if I went to battle for dominance her nails would press into my throat. There was no winning, so I gave in and let her set the pace.
Air, that what's I needed but her possessive lips wouldn't let me go. My chest tightened, painfully constricting my lungs...my heart...the rhythmic beat slowed down, THUMP… THUMP..THUMP
THUMP…
…
THUMP…THUMP
THUMP…
...THUMP…
The shrill high note of the violin seemed faint, my hands drifted down as I slowly suffocated from this heated make out session. On the brink of passing out, Regina ripped her mouth away from mine letting a rush of oxygen hit my burning lungs. She was always a passionate kisser, however this was not our normal give and take. It was apparent that a subtle point was trying to be made. Taking slow deep breaths I regained my senses and opened my eyes. Her grip relaxed, a little, allowing my heavy lids to take in the keen blown out pupils hovering above me. The fixated gaze hinted to her arrogance, set clenched jaw with muscles protruding hinted to the dwindling self control, the pretentious crooked smirk hinted to the inflated ego.
Maybe I should be scared. Her fingers are gently squeezing my throat after all, applying pressure to my windpipe then releasing. She did this over and over again, watching my body react under her grip.
I should be scared.
But I'm not.
In fact, I trusted her more than ever.
Regina lowered herself on my lap, which on any other occasion I would've loved to feel her warm center press against me, only I'm so fucking stiff that any pressure caused my cock to ache.
And not in a good way.
My face twisted from the discomfort until she began to roll her hips, with the chair I was in having no arms she was able to place herself high on my legs. Blue eyes wanted to drift behind my lids but in the intense stare off I couldn't. Swollen full lips hovered inches above mine, barely grazing them before moving to my cheek. A soft nip there and I bucked up into her.
"Are you under the impression you're staying the night?" the words came out controlled and I shuddered at how masked her voice was, she sounded so damn smug. When my reply did not come Regina drew her head back, connecting us in a harsh kiss and bit down in the same place as last time. A growl rumbled in my throat but she laughed it off as if I were a cute puppy.
"Answer me then."
She was stirring up something deep inside me. My instincts fought against her, hands shot to her hips as I tried to control the pace of us rotating against one another.
"I was not under that impression." and although my voice was hoarse my words didn't break proving I was not a speechless idiot. At least not yet.
"Really?" her hand trailed from my throat to my breast, pinching my nipple in between her knuckles. Wincing, I moved my hands to her ass and sank my fingers into the soft flesh covered in spandex boldly grinding against her heat without shame.
"Really." I replied.
"See, I think you're lying to me." she tugged on my firm nipple as she pressed her lips against my ear. "Do you know how I know?"
Shaking my head no, I tried to focus on timing my thrusts with her erratic gyrating.
"Because you're predictable Emma. Just like I know you're getting close to the edge. Aren't you?" My face blushed because she's not wrong. Ugh, I just want to wipe that fucking smirk off her face.
She slowed down, both of her hands fell to the waistband of my sweats. Fingers hooked around it and obeying the silent command I lifted my hips enough for the pants to be pulled under. Regina stood up to drag them down from the front. What in the fuck is about to happen? How do I know if this is real? What if I'm really passed out at home and this is just an extremely lucid dream.
"You know, I don't think I've ever let a kiss get to me the way yours and Rachel's did."
Ah, yes, there's my dose of reality. My member was almost exposed when the weight of the situation sank in and my hand shot out to stop her.
Shitty timing for my insecurities to pop up. Shitty timing. The apprehension on my face was most likely clear as she cupped my cheek, rubbing her thumb across it reassuringly then dipped her head down to kiss me. Admittedly I was nervous, I was just a teenager, she's an adult who's been with adult men and as tall as Dr. Douche Face is it's safe to presume he wasn't packing anything small. I can't figure with Regina's libido that they abstained from sex but the swipes of her tongue eased my anxiety and as I relaxed her fingers trailed back down my body. With a firm grasp around the base of my cock, she unfolded it from under my sweats.
Taking her place back on my lap she broke the kiss and dropped her gaze to my rigid state. She squeezed around the base and I gasped feeling the precum spill out the tip. Lust swirled in her enlarged pupils when our eyes met again.
"As I was saying." moving her hand up the length of my shaft I felt my head drop back inch by inch. Eyes rolled from but before I could close them she grabbed a fist full of my hair, pushing me back up. "You look at me. And only me." my stomach clenched as she rubbed over my tip. There was an undertone to her voice emphasizing she wasn't just talking about right now. "I was so fucking upset with you today." she pushed our foreheads together while stroking back down my dick. "But then I realized something. I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at myself. Maybe I wasn't clear enough." fingers brushed over my balls before the heat of her palm wrapped around them. "Maybe it was my fault for not showing you." Her forehead slid across mine before she bent down and tugged on my earlobe with her teeth. "Listen carefully, I don't share, got it?" her hand resumed it's ministrations up and down my pulsing cock, my hips started to thrust wanting...no, needing more. "I bet I'm the only one who's ever gotten you this hard, huh Emma." not wanting her to yank on my tender roots I nodded, but of course she wasn't happy with that. "Say it." Regina whispered huskily.
"Y-yes." I panted breathlessly followed by a sigh, annoyed that I can't form a simple word while heat billowed in the depths of my stomach, subtle waves of tingles flowed through my body.
"Yes is right." placing her tongue flat under my jaw she dragged it up to my chin. "The events of today unleashed something inside of me." Regina whispered against my skin. "A territorial drive to claim what is mine." Swallowing thickly, I struggled to keep my eyes open as her hand picked up the pace. "You Emma Swan belong to me. Do you understand?" Making the mistake of nodding my head, a-fucking-gain, I whimpered pathetically when my cock suddenly felt cold. "Say it."
The authority behind her words boomed against my chest. Is she serious right now? The haze clouding my brain was too thick and I couldn't get my mouth to respond the way I wanted to.
"Say it." she whispered.
"But you know-" Finally, words. But Regina yanked on my hair hard causing me to yelp.
"Say. It." she hissed into my ear.
"I-I.." clearing my throat I tried again. "I belong to you."
A throaty chuckle left her lips.
"Again." hot breath hit my cheek as she spoke.
"I belong to you." I replied, there was bass behind my voice now.
"Again." she whispered.
"I belong to you."
"Do I make myself clear now." she stated as her hand gripped firmly around my shaft continuing its swift motions. Grazing her forehead over the side of my face she pressed it firmly against mine mixing our light traces of sweat. My untimely thrusts moved with her hand and soon my body went taut. Heat rushed over my body, my stomach swirled in a knot, pulling on both ends. "I can't wait to feel this inside me." she tugged on my dick harshly releasing a guttural sound from my chest.
My stomach tightened, it felt as if my intestines were being yanked in different directions until...SNAP.
One of my hands roughly grasped Regina's forearm freezing her hand as I held her gaze, slowly I thrust my hips up. Full lips in front of me parted, caught off guard by sense of urgency. With lust driving every one of movements I bucked up harder, my cock thoroughly fucking her hand as I smoothly glided up and down. My lower body jerked as my balls tightened. Blood rushed to my face warming up my cheeks, beads of sweat ran down my temple, the erotic noises coming from my throat were raw and carnal, I'm close. I'm so fucking close.
"I'm-"
"I know." Regina replied cutting me off. "Beg."
"What?" I asked breathlessly.
"Beg..."
Biting my tender lip I sighed feeling trapped. It's feels too good to stop, but keep going and I'm sure to come. Bolts of pleasure shot through me as her hands left my hair and to my balls, rolling them between her fingers.
"Please..." I forced through clench teeth.
"Please what?" her lips teased a smile.
"I'm going to cum..." my toes curled as fingernails sank into the skin of her forearms, my other hand shot to the back of her neck crushing our heads together. I was falling into a downward spiral of lust and passion as I moved wildly against her hand, the chair creaked loudly beneath us warning it's inevitable break. "Regina...please..." I begged.
"One more time." she replied
"Please, Regina please."
She moan, satisfied with my honesty.
"Cum for me, Emma."
And that was it as my body hit the point of no return, a scream caught in my chest, eyes rolled to the back of my head, my vision went dark, my teeth clenched and I thought they'd crack as an explosive orgasm ripped through me. A series of rapid contractions shot thick strings of cum causing my pelvis to thrust involuntary. I rode out the feelings of ectasy until there was nothing left but low vibrations. Relaxing my grip, Regina pulled her forehead away from mine and when the white spots cleared her perfect features shine with sweat.
Dropping my gaze to the ribbons of cum decorating her shirt I smiled, continuing down to the hand that still had a firm grip around my cock, a puddle of my seed lined her pointer finger and thumb. It spilled over, dripping down her knuckles sending an array of tingles to my nerve endings. The husky chuckle made me blush as my shaft hardened in the palm of her hand again. Regina let go and I whined, the frown threatening to tug at my lips.
All she did was jerk me off and already I can't get enough. What happens when we have sex?
Will that be tonight.
Please, let it be tonight.
To my dismay things ended shortly after I came with Regina stopping us during another heated lip lock. I wanted to return the favor but no such luck, that's okay though because when I asked to stay the night she couldn't have said 'yes' faster and helped clean me up while the post cum yawns crept in. She shooed me off to bed claiming school work needed to graded. However, after doing my nightly routine a proverbial second wind hit me and the sleep that called to my body dissipated.
So here I am, or here I've been, flopping from one side to the next. Tossing the covers my head, kicking my feet to the side I turned over on my back as I stared at the sheets over me. This bed is amazing, there's no reason I shouldn't be able to get comfortable. With a frustrated sigh, my head shimmied out the top, placing my gaze on the bright red numbers.
"4:15A.M? And she's still not in bed?" muttering the question to myself I swung the covers off. Quietly I placed my bare feet on the ground, tip toeing to the railing. Suppressed grunts filled the quiet loft peaking my curiosity. My eyes dropped the living room below and what I saw mad my jaw fall to the floor.
Holy fucking fuck!
Manicured brows furrowed in concentration, dark hair clung to sun tan skin, eyes were squeezed tightly together, white teeth gnawed on her bottom lip. Abs shined with sweat as the Nirvana shirt was pushe under her breasts, one leg sprawled over the top of the couch, the other firmly planted on the grind. My eyes glued to the way Regina worked her clit in circular motions with her right hand while plunging 2 fingers of her left hand in and out of her entrance. This was wrong, she shouldn't have to worry about Peeping Toms in her own place, meanwhile I'm still standing above like a creeper, hard as grandma's dentures and absentmindedly shoving my hand under my boxers.
Her legs began to quiver as she pushed her fingers in forcefully then in the midst of her frenzied state she stopped.
Wait, did she cum?
The hair on my arm stood up, my skin prickled raising tiny bumps and I know I'm caught. Our eyes met, hers clouded with arousal, mine are patiently waiting for the next move. A lop sided smirk was all I needed to race down the stairs, anxious to help finish the task. Now I may have been nervous in terms of how I stacked up in size with her previous partners but making females cum is a problem I've never had.
A potent scent hit me and I was almost in a trance by the time I sat down on the couch. Regina leisurely slid her fingers between the crimson puffy folds as I got settled. It made me wonder how long she's been down here masturbating.
"Come closer." she whispered and I shuffled to my knees bending down to get a look of her glistening and swollen clit. "Watch..." her words trailed off when her fingers resumed their rough circles and heavy pumping. I moaned at her smell that slapped me into oblivion, liquid rushed over the two digits deep inside her and she gasped. My twitchy hand shot out, kneading her bare thigh with only one thought in mind:
Tasting her.
I trailed my fingertips to the inside of her leg then hooked my arm under her knee and propped it on my shoulder. Getting the hint Regina let her leg fall off the ledge of the couch allowing me to rest it on top of my left shoulder. Amazed that she didn't put up a fight I got comfortable, taking a fleeting look into heavy lidded orbs. She retracted her hands, sliding her wet fingers across my lips. A quick flick of my tongue came out and fuck, Regina tasted as good as she smelled, like tropical fruit with a hint of salt.
I wished to worship her body but time is of the essence as she is too riled up, with a gentle nod of confirmation the flat of my tongue pressed against her clit stroking up the sensitive bundle.
A gasp reached my ears.
"More." her voice cracking at the end. Complying I sucked the hard nub, scraping my teeth over it gently receiving a low rumble from her chest as her hands flew to my hair. I worked my tongue in between her folds, dropped it to her entrance while I pushed inside her. "Fuck, baby." she wheezed and I found myself melting at the lame word because it's the first time she's ever called me that.
Fruit.
Tropical fucking fruit.
Making my way back to the neglected clit I flicked my tongue over it provoking her hips to grind unabashedly against my willing mouth. Fingers grasped at her waist driving the trembling body down wrapping my lips around her nub, flicking it at an ungodly pace.
"Ye-Ohhh..."
I took pride in the fact that she can't talk, instead providing husky animalistic noises that echoed off the walls.
"Em-ma, yehs." manicured nails clawed at my scalp. Feeling confident, I dropped my jaw letting my tongue whip across the entire length of the sensitive bundle and Regina's body trembled against my face while I continued to push her into bliss.
If this is all I get for Christmas I'd be okay with that.
Her body shook aggressively as thighs clamped down on my ears. She buried my face deeper while simultaneously arching her back off the couch, a silent cry announced her peak and Regina climaxed under my firm strokes, literally having to push me away after her legs fell open.
"I just, I, need-just a minute." she quickly offered when her breathing had some what caught up.
"See what you've been denying yourself this whole time." I teased.
Scoffing, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up for a soft kiss.
"Mmm, I do taste good." her normal, cocky voice back in full affect.
"That you do." I replied rolling over and laying my back down in between her legs secretly enjoying the wet spot on the couch seeping into my boxers.
Regina pulled a folded up blanket from under the table, wrapping us up in it. Her fingers drew lazy patterns across my skin, the inevitable smile spread across my face.
"Were you up the whole time?"
I nodded my head against her stomach.
"I couldn't sleep, when I looked and saw it was 4:15 I became curious as to why you weren't in bed." laughed softly. "You should've just come upstairs."
"Why? I came downstairs."
Pinching her in a teasing manner I rolled my eyes.
"Ha-ha." I replied.
"Don't be like that, it was fucking amazing."
"You literally taste like sugar, I was addicted." I admitted then chucked bitterly. "Can't believe I actually tried to ignore you."
"Me too." her reply was so casual I almost missed it. Flipping on my stomach I studied her relaxed features and my eyebrows met in the middle.
"There's no way you could've known I was doing that."
A coy smirk graced her lips.
"I did. Something happened on our way back from breakfast that day and it closed you off. I thought maybe you freaked out when I held your hand."
"No, that wouldn't freak me out." I seem to recall having a mini melt down in the front seat, eh minor details "I was pissed off about my feelings for you. At the time they seemed unrealistic, my goal was to cut ties with you by paying the money I owed and just be done. But then you seemed so excited about our lunches with your cute list typed out that I couldn't bring myself to say no."
Lifting both of her hands to my face she ran the back her knuckles down my cheek.
"Aren't you happy you did that now?" her playful mock hid the emotions behind her words.
"Very. At the time no, but then things got better until I let my jealousy show when you dropped that plus one bomb for the game."
An airy laugh floated to my ears.
"Yea, you were pretty upset." her eyes glazed over like she was replaying the memory in her head. "I thought I had fucked up when I saw how pissed you were during the game." Regina frowned as she tucked some hair behind my ear. "Things happen for a reason I suppose."
"That they do." I replied. "Speaking of bombs that one you let loose about leaving Wednesday night?" The change in subject seemed needed, while I yearned to know what went through her mind in those moments it only appeared to dampen the mood.
"My flight doesn't leave until 3:30 Thursday morning actually."
Smiling softly I rolled onto my back, resuming my earlier position.
"We leave Thursday as well." I can be casual too.
"Oh?" she pressed. "And when were you going to tell me?" her tone was a mix surprise, annoyance, and playfulness.
"I'm telling you now."
A poke bounced off my stomach and squealed. Yes, actually squealed.
"Hey!"
"Don't be a smart ass." Regina swiftly countered. "When will you be back?" draping her arms across my chest she squeezed our bodies together.
"We get back next Saturday." nestling my back into her I let my lids drift shut.
"Just in time for New Years."
I nodded my head as my body sunk into her and the couch.
"Can I take you out?" blonde strands moved across my collar bone. I cracked open my eyes to see her slender finger twirling the ends around her finger.
"I don't think that'd be a problem, of course I'll have to ask my parents." I mumbled and poorly attempted to hold back a yawn.
"Okay, just let me know..." her voice seemed far away as sleep hovered over me.
It's sad how eager I am to be with her that I can't even pretend to be busy. I'm pussy whipped and we haven't even had sex yet. The more obstacles we overcome the deeper I fall into everything this woman is. Her faults, strengths and fears become my own even as I ignore the yellow tape and caution cones, stepping into the danger zone.
They say 'don't put all your eggs in one basket'.
They say 'it's better to be safe than sorry'.
Well…
Obviously they've never met Regina Mills.
A/N: Every one, your comments on the last chapter seriously made my week. I hope you enjoyed SQ time together and as this story gets closer to the end I want to say thank you to all you readers and lurkers out there for sticking with me. Til next time… XOXOXO