"You look really happy this morning." I said, slipping off my helmet and observing Killian's odd behavior.
"I have something to show you." he smiled broadly, as I swung my leg over my bike, grabbed my backpack and alarmed the motorcycle. An envelope was shoved at me before I could step on the pathway the led to school. With a curious expression I wiggled out the piece of paper and unfolded it, muttering the words under my breath. I couldn't even get through the rest of the letter without squealing and jumping on him.
"Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked in disbelief, hugging him tightly.
"So fucking serious." Killian replied, matching my tone.
"Dude UC-freaking-Berkley." Stunned. So damn stunned right now. He set me down and I took step back, getting a good look at him. "I'm so proud of you."
He shifted his gaze to the ground, blushing at my compliment to him.
"Thanks." I handed back the paper and pulled him for another hug.
"What did the others say?" Turning my head, I pressed my ear to his chest listening his heart beat.
"They don't know yet."
"What about Aliey?"
Killian stayed quiet, resting his chin on top of my head and sighing.
"She doesn't know yet either." he mumbled.
"Wait a minute-" I said, gently pushing him off to try and catch those shifty blue eyes. "-you told me first?"
"Yea it'll be fine-"
"So are we just going to ignore the fact that you and I spent three hours on the phone last night talking about how Aliey is jealous of our relationship." When I should've been talking to Regina.
"Oh, didn't really think about that." he said sheepishly. Such a fucking guy.
I rolled my eyes as I spun around and headed towards school, spotting Regina's car on the way. It's been a really long time since I've made a detour to her class. Why did I stop? It's been three weeks since we danced in my bedroom and so far, knock on wood, we've been keeping together. This could have something to do with us not seeing each other, our schedules at the moment are opposite. I run in the morning with Rachel and T now while she's here early and after school I'm free but lately Regina has been bombarded with study sessions. Recently I got a job, well sort of. Part time help at one of the animal shelters and it's actually not that bad, however my free time is slowly dwindling. By the time she gets home I'm wrapped up in homework, dinner, and more homework mixed with reports, plus, even more homework.
Did I mention homework?
Aside from that Regina has been calling me and vice versa when either of us have time. She's been great at answering any of the random questions that pop in my head, whether it's about Warren, her mom, her past, whatever it is, she answers. Communication has been a big deal for us, like I thought I was ready to talk about our feelings and shit but I was not, because my almost-girlfriend can dig real fucking deep. Example, two days we were talking on the phone…
"...I was. Warren and I had a confusing relationship. We could never stay mad at each other for too long. I was upset but I do care for him and when he came to my house with those stupid puppy dog eyes, I caved. It may sound silly or that I'm making excuses-"
"No it doesn't." I replied, cutting her off. "If Killian had no place to go after he kissed me, I'd probably let him stay as well."
She sighed in relief and rustling could be heard on her end of the line.
"Did you know him and I bumped into each other at the coffee shop." I continued, remembering how much love was in that man's eyes when he spoke of her.
"Um, I didn't. When was this?"
"The Sunday before we got in that fight at school." I paused, waiting to see if she was going to say anything else. "He really loves you."
"Why are you telling me this?" she replied and the tremble in her voice was clear. I have no clue why I'm telling her this.
"Not sure..." I trailed off, idly twirling a pencil between my fingers to distract myself from the string of silence stretching between us.
"I love you Emma, nobody can change that."
"I know, I believe you. I'm not saying it for reassurance I'm just saying...I don't know I guess I'm trying to understand your connection with him but I don't think I will, ever. I can't really wrap my brain around why he couldn't stay at a hotel."
"That was my fault, he mentioned if he couldn't stay with me then he'd probably get a hotel. I told him it didn't make sense for him to spend money when he could sleep on the couch."
Right, she said that already.
"Do I sound annoying, asking all these questions with answers you have already given me?" I asked, smiling when Regina chuckled, music to my ears that goes straight to my cock.
"No, we are building trust. Ask any questions as many times as you want, little one." Motherfucker. Why does it sound so good when she calls me that? "Can I ask you something?" A knot formed in my throat, only growing any time I tried to to swallow it down.
"Yea, sure."
My anxiety: fills my head with the unlikely questions she'll ask
My common sense: none, of that will happ-
Me: let them speak!
Seriously, why do we listen to our fears more than our instincts?
"When you were kid what were you afraid of most?" Um...What?
My common sense: fucking told you
"I guess..." My fingers caught the pencil mid twirl and I stuck the eraser in my mouth. "Probably roaches." I chuckled, thinking of the foster family that had taken me in when I was younger. I would wake up with roaches of all shapes and sizes on me. Its a legit fear.
"Roaches, huh? Okay, here's another one, tell me how you felt when a potential new family would would show up." Scrunching my eyebrows I sat up in bed sitting with my legs crossed as I thought about her question.
"Nervous but I mostly remember hating that part of the process." I admitted.
"Why?"
"It felt like they were shopping for a brand new car or something, the whole idea always left a bad taste in my mouth."
"So I ask you again, what were you most afraid as a kid."
I frowned, what the fuck is she getting at? I was thoroughly confused until the imaginary light bulb flickered. She's not looking for something superficial.
"Being alone." I mumbled out, remembering how upset I got when I was returned like a faulty lamp or passed by like a refurbished cell phone. My teeth came out to bite my lower lip and I closed my eyes, willing back the tears.
"What does being alone mean to you?" Jesus, woman what the fuck.
"That you..." I sucked in a sharp breath. "...you are not capable of being loved."
The words softly rolled off my tongue that I barely heard them, did she?
"Baby?" she started causing my heart to flutter against my rib cage.
"Yea?"
"You are loved." she confidently replied and I melted. Just turned into a useless blob of mush. "It is okay to be alone too. It doesn't mean you aren't loved, I think it adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes the night air smell better. Also, it helps you figure who you really are, most people don't get that chance. I know you were young when that happened however I truly believe it made you the mature seventeen year old I know today."
We shared a light laugh. Compliment, after ego boost, after compliment. I love her.
"I'm not mature. I've fucked up a lot." I said, brushing off her statement but secretly rejoicing.
"You are, take our fight a key sign of maturity. When I hurt you, you could have easily hurt me back but you didn't. Instead you tried to understand it."
"Well, thanks." I muttered. "Okay, enough of the heavy?"
Regina laughed as her mattress squeaked.
"Yes, okay, I'm done. What is less heavy?" I could hear the smile in her voice and I wished to see it. To kiss her…
"Like since I got a job I want to take you out."
"Oh?" Her surprised voice, fucking adorable.
"Yes, do you have plans Friday? I was thinking we could go to the drive in, not sure if you ever did that all those months ago but if you haven't-"
"I would love to!" she exclaimed, cutting me off. It was silent before she cleared her throat, probably embarrassed she sounded so excited. "I mean-yea, that would be nice. Maybe, uh, maybe we can get food after. Or before, or whatever works best for you."
"We could do both." I proposed, but I'm only thinking about eating one thing, over and over and over again.
"I'm not going to say no to that."
And here we are, today is Friday and my parents have given me the option to stay out or not. I mean I'm not sure if I will stay the night but not having a time limit on when I need to back home unless it's tomorrow is nice.
"Swan, are you even listening to me?" Killian waved his hand in front of my face, grabbing my attention even though I clearly did not want him to.
"No, I was not listening. Repeat, please."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I asked if I should tell her at lunch or tell her after school."
"That's it?" Really, that's it?
"Well there was a lot more in there but since your attention span is non existent I figured I would drop to a level you can understand."
I punched his shoulder, satisfied at the wince he made. "Asshole. You do what you think is best. I got to go." I said, taking my backpack, already in stride towards campus. "But we'll celebrate this weekend." I shouted, jogging through the gates and in the direction of Regina's classroom.
When I got to the hall I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, gripped the handle and swung the door open to the hallway. The door to her classroom was kicked open and without my permission my little legs carried me to her. Poking my head around the door frame I smirked watching her eyebrows pull together, her reading glasses, wait-reading glasses. Oh my, reading glasses. Those are...oh boy. She nibbled on her lip, the frantic movements of the red sharpie, and the anxious tap of shoe on the tile floor had me stuck. Enjoying the view, soaking it in, I'm hypnotized by everything thing she does. As usual, I couldn't stare for too long before she stopped, completely froze. Slowly her head turned and her piercing eyes were staring at me. There was something in them, I haven't seen it in awhile.
"Hey." I greeted, timid as fuck because as soon as I stepped in the room her erratic energy stuck to my skin, worming it's way to my over active imagination.
"Hey..." Shit, that was forced. Like she was frustrated but she's doing her best not to take it out on me.
"How are you?" I didn't dare sit next to her without knowing what was wrong, so opted for the top of my desk. Regina lifted her gaze, looking at me over the glasses and through her long eyelashes. Her lips tightened while her eyes tracked over me, pausing at my mouth, then my heaving chest. My stomach turned and tingles resonated in the palm of my hands.
Those fucking glasses.
"I'm okay. You?"
"I'm good. Got some awesome news from Killian." I rushed out, doing my best to keep my mind from wandering to NC17 rated fantasies. "He got accepted to UC Berkeley."
She nodded then returned to grading papers. "That is fantastic." You don't sound like it's fantastic. "Tell him I say congratulations."
I dropped my backpack on the floor, she snapped her head up and narrowed her masked eyes at me. "You okay?"
"No," Slowly shaking my head I got comfortable on my desk. "Something is up with you, what is it?" My unforgiving green iris's burned into hers, neither of us blinking as if there were some grand prize at the end of this sudden staring competition. Finally she sighed, dropping her gaze to the scattered homework, tests, and anything else that could be on there. She let the sharpie drop from her fingertips then curled them around the edge of her desk. Pushing off it, Regina's chair rolled back allowing her enough room to stand.
Like a countdown her heels tapped against the floor as she walked to the board and erased the lesson from yesterday. After she stepped out of my line of vision and I refused to give her the satisfaction of looking over my shoulder. The door clicked shut followed by the sound of the lock engaging. So I could be a little nervous now, this could only mean one thing. We are about to have a serious talk. My fingers clasped together, my nervous tick showing as my thumbs circled one another. Her shoes, her fucking shoes man, does she not know how intimidating those things are? Finally she popped by my row, gliding in between the desks and pausing when she was behind mine. Her presence hovered above me like a cloud shielding me from the sun.
I jumped at the feel of her finger trailing the top of my shoulder, since her touch has been absent from my body I apparently don't know how to react to it anymore.
"I'm frustrated." Regina whispered, moving the tip of her finger up the side of my neck. "But I can't tell you why."
"That's not how this works." I replied, surprised I could get words out let alone form a complete and coherent sentence. Her throaty chortle hit my body with force, sending an aggressive tickle down my spine.
"You sure you want to know?" My nostrils flared and my teeth began to grind when she moved to trace the shell of my ear. Well I'm obviously not in trouble, so what could it be?
"Yes, I do."
"Okay. I've been experiencing difficulties taking care of myself." Regina used her unoccupied hand to slip my hair over to one side. "My fingers are aching, my wrists hurt, I can't even tell you how many times I've touched myself since things between us have been off, especially after you gave me a second chance." Yea, I should've kept my mouth shut. Her breath surrounded my ear and I leaned in, wanting her lick, tug, or kiss it. At this point I didn't really care. "This week has been harder for some reason, sadly my fingers can only do so much. I searched for my vibrator-" oh fuck. "-and last night I found it. Emma..." I squeezed my hands together when she moaned my name, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from doing the same. "I was so close, so fucking close and guess what…? My vibrator died. I was furious and didn't have any triple a's in the house. So, that frustration carried over into today."
I was about to lose it, drag her to the bathroom just to feel her clench around my fingers. But then she backed off, floating around my desk and back to hers, and sat in her seat as if she didn't throw my body in to overdrive.
"Are you wet?"
"What?" What? Well my balls are huge today. 'are you wet', what is my problem? I slipped off the desk and stalked over to her, standing behind her chair as she did me. Only Regina didn't freeze up, she embraced it, spinning her seat around so she could face me. That only lasted a few seconds before her eyes dropped down to my pants, noticing the jerk from the painful, rigid shaft pressing against my zipper.
"Are you wet?" I repeated.
"Yes, very." Regina answered without hesitation.
"What do you wish-" I damn near jumped out of my skin at the sound of warning bell ringing. Stupid school, stupider bell.
"I guess you should go to class." she whispered, standing up from her seat with the tip of her heels touching the front of my converse. "I'll see you tonight." a smile, one that wrecked me from the inside out tugged on her lips.
"You'll see me in a few hours." I countered, procrastinating the inevitable.
"Yes." she lifted her hand and placed it over my heart. "But I really get see you tonight."
Gently she pushed me back a few steps and gave me a wink.
Fucking-a.
Is school almost over yet?
"I promise I'll have your truck back to you no later than 1p.m tomorrow."
Killian eyed me curiously, his walls were still up and I knew I had a lot of begging left to do.
"What can I do? I'll help you clean out the pool this weekend, I'll help you rake, shit I'll even go bird watching with you."
"Shh!" he hissed, flinging his hand up to cover my mouth. He smiled nervously at his neighbors watching his strange actions before shooting me a glare. "Nobody knows about that."
"Killian, we are standing in front of your house, nobody from school will hear us." I responded after he lifted his hand.
"Okay moving on from that and back to you, why do you need my truck anyway?"
God damn it, just give me the fucking truck. I'm already running late.
"I'm taking Regina on a date and I would really like to use your bed." he raised his eyebrows at my rushed words. "It's not for sex." I finished, before he could make the comment that was sure to come.
"And you'll have it back by tomorrow?" he questioned with a skeptical tone that was leaning towards a yes. I nodded, adding my best puppy dog eyes. "Fine, tomorrow by one. I have some making up to do with Aliey." he handed me the keys but I didn't take them right away.
"Wait, are you two..."
"No, we didn't break up or anything she's just a little hurt I told you first. My plan is to make the day all about her tomorrow."
I grabbed the keys and smiled. "I think that's a good plan." After we exchanged hugs he helped put the pillows and sheets in his truck. We said goodbye one last time before I took off in a mad dash to Regina's. Naturally, I caught every red light. I should've expected this but still I was cursing drivers for going the speed limit, like they're the asshole in the wrong. It seemed to take forever before I was even blocks from her loft and I growled as my light turned green but the next one turned yellow.
"Fucker!" I shouted, slamming my hands on the steering wheel. Controlled deep breaths, count to three, inhale, exhale.
The light was still red.
Defeated, I pulled out my phone, clicked on her name and waited for her to answer. It rang once.
"Hey!" Don't think I've ever heard her this excited.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know I'm only two blocks away."
"It's okay, I'll be at the front entrance." The light turned green and I sped down the street, catching the yellow on the next as I passed the intersection. I turned in the complex and saw her sitting on one of the benches near the gate with two brown paper bags at her feet. "Is that you in the truck?" she asked, standing up and walking to the passenger door when I hit the brakes.
"In a truck? No, I don't have a truck." Yea, I can't resist a chance to mess with her. Regina stopped, face shifted in horror when she almost pulled on the handle. So. Worth. It.
"Oh god, I think I was about to get in some strangers vehicle." her voice matched the expression on her face and I belted out a laugh. Hearing my voice through the window she hung up on me and swung open the door. She climbed in as I threw her venomous glares to the wind and soaked in the fact that saw the opportunity and seized it. She closed the door and immediately the smell of burgers hit my nose. Food? She brought food.
"That was not nice." Regina pouted, sliding the seat belt over her chest which of course only made me laugh harder. "Stop it." she playfully pushed me then dropped her hand to rest on the inside of my thigh. That definitely shut me up. "What?" she asked innocently, "Why, did you stop laughing?" Her fingers dug in the meet of leg and it twitched. The flush crept up my neck and settled on my cheeks.
"Ass." I whispered, putting the truck in drive and stepping on the gas pedal.
Our ride was silent for the most part. In the beginning we talked about our days, some about Killian but after that it was quiet. Not strained and tense but calm, it's nice to be able to have someone you can be with without the need for conversation. It wasn't like I could've talked with her gripping my leg, that was distracting. We turned on the dirt road that led to the drive in only seeing three cars in the line. Instantly Regina moved her hand, bent down and placed her purse in her lap. I shot her a quizzical gaze that she missed, to busy digging through her Mary Poppins bag.
We reached the booth and I rolled down my window, greeted by a young girl.
"Welcome to the drive in on Double Feature Friday, what movies are you looking to see." Movies?
"Um..." I turned to Regina and she shrugged her shoulders, holding her wallet in her hand.
"It doesn't matter, really." she urged.
"Okay, you choose-" I said, turning back to the cashier, glancing down at her name tag. "-Sarah." She blushed, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear.
"Do you like action and comedy?"
I glanced back at Regina who nodded her head.
"Works for us."
"Then I have just the thing. Ten dollars please." A twenty dollar bill was dropped on my lap and I frowned, tossing it back over to her. Did I not say I wanted to take her out? Fishing out my wallet, I grabbed two crumpled fives and handed them to Sarah. "Thank you." she replied, taking my money then handing me a receipt shortly after. "Your radio station is 88.1 and you'll be at Lot 5. Make the first left you can, follow it down and you'll see your screen.
"Thank you." I rolled up the window, followed her directions, and ignored Regina's intense gaze.
"Do you want to tell me what that was about?" she wasn't accusing, she just knows me that well.
"I already can't do a lot for you so let me do this." I muttered, parking in the back with tail of the truck facing the screen. I turned the key, shutting the vehicle off.
"You know I don't care about those things."
The click of her seat belt coming undone rang in my ears, she leaned, resting her forearm on the center console and reached over, curling her fingers around my chin. Slowly she pulled me to her captivating chocolates eyes, pupils dilated in the dark. They darted down to my lips and automatically my tongue slipped out to wet them. Chills rippled under my skin from her hot fingers and I'm pretty sure if she kissed me right now there will be zero complaints.
"I didn't mean to upset you." Regina's eyes locked with mine as she pushed her head out further.
"Yo-you didn't." Stay strong Emma, don't let her break you. "I'm not upset, I'm not even annoyed. I wasn't sure I had a problem with it until you called me out. But I'm glad you did."
Deep, soulful eyes glittered back at me and I saw the war between the voice in her head and the voice in between her legs.
"You sure?"
"Yup." I popped out and shit...when did we get so close? When did we get close enough that my lips brushed against hers when I spoke? A throaty moan filled the truck and I didn't know or cared to know which one of us it was.
"We should get ready for the movie." Regina whispered but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
"Yea, we should."
Who's going to pull away first? It's not me, I'm falling hard and the concrete sidewalk is in sight.
"Yea..." Regina repeated, moving away after a full minute of us playing this teasing game. Pushing the door open she slid out, grabbed the food and drinks, closed the door behind her and left me stunned. I took a couple of hushed breaths before getting out of the truck. She stood by the tailgate while I opened the back door, grabbing the blankets and pillows. I tossed them over the side then put one foot on top of the tire, pushed myself off the ground and swung the other leg over edge of the bed.
Regina watched my every movement, which was nerve wracking, so I sped up trying to ignore the way her eyes dragged up and down my body. After spreading out the blankets I propped two pillows by the cab then walked back over to drop the tailgate. My girlfriend was too quiet for my liking and when I reached my hand down to help her get in she gave me a raised eyebrow.
"Okay, never mind then." I whispered to myself, dropping to my knees and crawling to my spot. Flipping over on my back Regina was still curiously staring at me…
Um. Awkweird.
She climbed up and I shouldn't be surprised but I am because this woman literally flows like water. When her movements distract me more than her outfit I know I'm fucking hooked. So about staying over tonight, yea that's probably not going to happen. It's a good thing I decided not to say anything about it. The giant screen in front of us lit up and the two other cars that were scattered around the lot boomed with a heavy bass.
I forgot to turn on the truck.
Nervously, I looked at Regina who was digging through the brown paper bags I'm assuming doing her best to figure out which one was who's. Taking this as my chance to not look like a complete idiot I stood up and hopped the edge of the tailgate, opened the door and stuck the key in the ignition bringing the truck to life. It took me minimal time to jump back in the bed, and when I did Regina had her lips pulled in with her eyes cast down as if she were trying not to laugh at me. I didn't respond, instead got comfortable and took the bag she handed me.
"It's the same burger as the one we got a few months ago." she said, placing an unfolded napkin on her lap then set her food on top of it. I on the other hand dove in, not giving two shits or even one on whether the barbecue sauce would land on my jeans or the comforter. I moaned as soon as the flavor hit my taste buds. Regina chuckled beside me before taking a bite in hers.
"At least you know I appreciate the food you bring me." I teased, nudging her with my shoulder before tackling the soda.
"I'm not making fun of you, I'm laughing because I don't know what else to do when you make that noise."
I gulped down the soda hard, causing it sputter down the wrong pipe and my eyes widened. Have you ever been with someone you like, you do what I just did, and you try not to choke by holding it in, but it only makes it worse and you start actually choking. Yea, that is what's happening right now. Letting the burger fall from hands I flew them to my mouth to muffle the coughing.
"Arms up." Regina urged and I did what she said because who the fuck am I to say no when she clearly knows what she's doing. And guess what, she was right. Immediately the tension eased in my chest, calming my hacking down to light tickle before it vanished completely.
"How did you know that would work?" I asked through watery eyes as I cleared them.
"Something my dad use to do, I don't know why it works but it does, also it's the least I can do since I'm the reason you were coughing in the first place." and I was hoping it was dark enough that she wouldn't see the shade my cheeks were turning. She didn't respond one way or the other, I took this as a good sign and focused my attention on whatever 'Sarah' chose for us.
I finished the rest of my burger in the three bites and ate my fries like I was chugging some water all the while Regina never made fun of me, she didn't throw awkward glances, she let me be me. Any other person would tell me 'stop eating like that' but not her. I stuffed my garbage in the bag and placed it beside me when I looked over she had already cleaned up and sat with her knees drawn to her chest. The fuck, how did she finish before me? I swear this woman has a million fucking super powers.
A mild breeze flowed over us and I shivered, remembering this was the reason for the blankets. Slithering down I adjusted the pillow so I could see then threw the comforter over me. Lifting the end I tilted my head up finding a smile plastered across her face, she got the hint and slid down, snuggling against me. We laid shoulder to shoulder, and I was able to pay attention, even after she took my hand in hers. Maybe we should have done these things in beginning, I understand why we didn't but sitting here now makes me realize we should have done something, anything. A walk around the park, a hike, a picnic, just something to get us out of her loft, something that makes us feel like we are dating. I retract my statement, this definitely how we should have done things in the beginning.
The first movie went by quickly and by the end I was on a high from having her body so close to mine. Went to the bathroom and used the small break in between to turn on the truck so it didn't die, which would have been awesome if it didn't smell like gas, resulting in us creeping inside the cab. Conversation stayed light, weekend plans, spring break, grades, friends, Zelena and Belle which we had a good laugh over. By the time I ran out of things to say the big screen lit up and I sighed in relief, flipping the key allowing the rumble of the truck to die down then hopped out. We fell into our previous position, this shouldn't be a big deal but here I am, eyes wide as she takes my hand in hers once more.
It's been, what, a month-ish since I've been in this elevator. And I'm as nervous as ever, more than the first time I stepped foot inside this thing. I didn't want to come up, not yet anyway, but my bladder told a different story and if this wasn't a moment a deja vu…
The bell dinged and the doors split, my heavy footsteps followed her light ones to the loft and I one hundred percent took advantage of this opportunity to stare at her ass. I'm still in awe that woman like this want to be with someone like me. I don't know if I'll ever get over that.
"What are you thinking about?" Regina's husky voice broke my train of thought and my eyes darted up just in time for her to slowly turn around, leaning the top of her shoulders against the door. Her dark eyes drew me in and I fought with my whole being to stay planted in my spot.
"You don't already know?" I replied, seeing as she can read me like a book.
"I want you to tell me." Regina pouted, cheap fucking shot.
"I'm thinking I really need to use your bathroom."
She stared at my body and I could be mistaken but it looks like she's giving me come hither eyes.
"Okay." Okay? No, it can't be that easy. Not with Regina Mills. She turned back around and unlocked the door, holding it open for me to walk in. Something was different, I don't know what but things felt off when I stepped in her loft. Gazing around I found everything as I remembered, so why are things weird? "You remember where the bathroom is?"
"Yes, sorry."
"It's alright." her voice was sympathetic, loving. "I know it's been some time since you've been here. It feels strange for me as well." The door closed, trapping the tension inside. I walked to the bathroom not sure if our conversation was over but if it wasn't I'm ending it. Placing my hands on the cool porcelain sink I dropped my head and sighed. This was not a great idea, I need to use the bathroom then leave because nothing good can from me staying here. We're both vibrating for each other, no matter how tightly wound our relationship is the sparks are constantly flying.
Sticking true to my plan I used the bathroom, washed my hands, then flew out, however I abruptly stopped when something caught the corner of my eye. I shifted my gaze to Regina's wall of pictures, there are less, way less. Tuning my ears to her movements upstairs I heard the drawer open, doesn't give me much time but my curiosity has peaked. I felt like a cartoon character tip toeing through her house, why can't I just be normal?
My eyes skimmed the pictures and I saw the sames ones that were there before, what's missing. I tracked over every photo, until I came across a wide gap in the middle. Holy shit. Holy. Shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I looked again, yea, that's it.
Warren.
There are no pictures of her and Warren anywhere. None.
The hair on my arm stood up as butterflies battled in my stomach and a smirk crossed my lips when her shadow loomed over me. "You didn't have to do this." I commented, keeping my gaze on the space that was a photo of their happy boat trip.
"I did." Regina rasped.
"No, I never wanted you to erase him from your life." My hand moved to the blank spot and I ran my fingers over the drywall.
"I didn't erase him from my life Emma." Soft palms gripped the top of my shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. "Those pictures were weights of our past, what's important is the present and the future. That's you." each word licked the shell of my ear and I know this is a serious moment but I'm so turned on. I should probably take that as my cue to leave. "I'll fill up these spots with new photos."
Swoon.
"Have you heard from him?" I regretted the question as soon as I asked because she's going to be honest and it could be 'yes'.
"No." The breath of her light chuckle skated across the back of my neck. "Your feelings for him are strange."
"Yea." I shrugged my shoulders. "He's not my favorite person in this world but doesn't mean I want the guy to suffer. Does that make me strange?" I should hate him right? Want to chop off his dick and feed it to a pack of wolves.
"No, it makes you an amazing person. The world could use more people like you."
I nodded, stepping out of her grasp then spun around. "I should go." I muttered, feeling my heart crack at the rejected look flash across her face. "Not because of what you said, I just don't want to get to caught up."
"Understood." she replied, leading me to the door. "Text me when you get home, okay?"
"Roger." No, don't be a dumb ass now.
We stood by the door facing each other, and now here comes that part of the date. "Well, I'll see ya later." I replied in a voice that was not mine and awkwardly waved. Mentally, I slapped myself. Regina however didn't react, her unwavering gaze locked with my nervous one. Her head tilted to the side as an eyebrow raised. I clenched my jaw to suppress the groan charging up my throat from how gorgeous she looks in this moment. Feeling the ache below my waist I summoned up the last of my courage, turned away from her and gripped the knob.
But that's all did. Leave! I can't.
"Why is this so weird?" I muttered, loosening the hold I had on the door knob.
"Because..." Regina stepped behind me, placing a hand on the junction of my forearm and bicep. She slid down until her warm palm covered the top of my hand and squeezed. "...this is not how we normally say goodbye." She cupped my hip with her free hand, pressing her chest firmly against my back. I want to leave, right?...Yes? Yes and no...No? No, I do not.
"Can I stay..." my chest trembled as I spoke causing my words to sound shaky. "The night?"
Her breath hitched as her fingers dug in the crest of my hip, "I would love nothing more-"
"But." I replied.
"But you in my bed is like sticking a baby next a vampire and saying 'hey don't suck it's blood'."
I chuckled, snaking my hand from under hers and spun around, biting my lip at the way she kept contact, letting her hand trail across my low back until we were face to face.
"That's kind of dark." though I couldn't stop the entertained smirk.
"A little, but it gets the point across." Sadly, yes but the image is not the best.
"It does." I sighed, tucking my head under her chin. Regina wrapped her other arm around me and began rocking us back and forth.
"I really hope you stay this short, although it doesn't seem likely." she mumbled, placing a kiss on top of my head.
"Probably not. But I'm already almost taller than you when you're not wearing skyscrapers."
"Almost being the key word."
Silence.
"Do your parents know?"
"Mhm." Yes, she's considering it.
Another round of us doing nothing but rocking back and forth, her warm body pressed against mine. "Okay." she whispered. A huge grin spread across my face but it didn't last long as she let go of the hold around my body, instead taking my hand and dragging me upstairs. It was almost scary how easy we flowed back in our nightly routine. She handed me clothes to sleep in, I changed in the bedroom while she changed in the bathroom, we brushed our teeth, and then came my favorite part.
Cuddles.
Cuddles are the best, you can't deny it. I'm generally the little spoon, which works in my favor because, you know, erections and stuff.
"You are so warm." Regina mumbled, rubbing the tip of her nose in my hair. She took in a deep breath and I braced myself for the tickle that was sure to come.
I failed.
A shudder rippled down my spine, ending in a hot pool that settled at the base of my stomach.
Yea, little spoon is where I belong.
"Sorry..." she mumbled and the lazy slur of words let me know sleep was pulling at her body.
"It's okay." I snuggled against her, hearing sandman tip toe around to my side of the bed.
The bed jerked causing my body to wake up, followed by my eyelids fluttering open. Blurry red numbers read 2:47A.M. Um, okay, so why the fuck am I up? Low panting caught my ears and I realized Regina was no longer wrapped around me.
What happened?
A muffled groan broke through the pants and my eyes widened, recognizing that sound immediately.
She's masturbating. Right fucking now. What do I do? Pretend to be asleep? That sounds safe, but the sound of what I assume are fingers working in and out of her entrance is leaning me towards another option. Because who am I kidding, there is no way I could pretend to be asleep, my breathing has already increased and I'm surprised she can't hear my heart pounding or my cock throbbing.
Her body jerked next to mine and I could only imagine how her walls must be contracting, I can't do this I can't take it anymore. Rolling over, I saw Regina's hands shoved under her pajama pants although now, she's stuck.
"Emma?" she said, almost embarrassed she got caught. She snapped her hands out of her pants and flew out of the bed so fast I almost missed it. In the moonlight, I could see her head was down, arms hugging her body for comfort. Slowly I got out and stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders, spinning her around. She looked ashamed, an expression I never want to see so I slid my hands down, tugging at her forearms until they dropped by her side. Regina tilted her head up, my eyes locked with her raw, puffy lips.
Don't kiss her.
Do it.
Don't fucking do it.
No, do it.
Yea, I'm doing it.
A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone, also questions about the Mills family financial situation will be unfolding soon, but not this chapter or the next, hang in there! Also for the next one expect a little less SQ as we wrap this story and tie up some friendships. Thank you thank you thank you thank you for the comments! Stay breezy y'all. Til Next Time...