I cannot breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't fucking breathe and I'm okay with that because feeling Regina's lips on mine is something I will never get tired of. Her fingers yanked on my hair and when I opened my mouth to moan she slithered her tongue inside. My body was on fire, pumping with hormones that have been dying to get a hold of Regina's body. My hand found the waistband of her shorts and I hooked my fingers over it, pulling them down the best I could. I didn't get very far before Regina's grip tugged on my wrist, pulling my hand away from her. Whimpering, I pressed my body against hers, broke the kiss and journeyed down to the pulse point thumping erratically in her neck.
"Emma.." she whispered, causing pool of heat to rise from my core and I began to slowly grind against her leg. "Fuck." Regina quietly let out. Smiling, I bit, sucked, and licked the soft flesh, hitting all her spots consecutively while I continued to graze my firm member against her thigh. My hand once again found the top of her shorts and I slipped underneath, brushing the tip of my middle finger against her clit. Her legs buckled as her back arched off the wall and a long, aching groan vibrated in her chest. "Emma, we sh-should s-stop." Regina urged, her lips quivering when I teased her soaking entrance.
"Why?" I questioned. It was my idea in the first place to put this shit on hold, now that I'm lifting it she wants to stop? Not to mention she was literally touching herself beside me less than four minutes ago.
"Because..." Two hands came up and cupped my shoulders, pushing me off her completely.
Brown wavy hair was tossed wildly to the side, her full lips swollen and red, I licked my own ready for more. "...We're only doing this because I-I" she's doing a really shitty job persuading me right now. "I shouldn't have been doing that." Oh yes, you most definitely should have.
"It's okay Regina." I replied, reaching a hand out but she caught it, intertwining our fingers. With a smirk on her face she pulled me to the bed, letting go once we were back under the covers.
"It wasn't okay, Emma. You specifically stated nothing sexual yet I'm breaking the rule first chance I get."
I rolled over on my side, using my palm to rest my temple. "You're being too hard on yourself." I said, moving my unoccupied hand to play with the hem of her shirt and every so often graze my finger against her skin. "I'm usually a hard sleeper." I replied, giving her an out and hoping she'd take it so we can go back to what we were doing.
"It's still no excuse, I could've gone to the bathroom or something." she continued, still reprimanding herself and I was getting tired of it. With a huff I tossed my leg over both of hers and pushed myself up. Regina looked at me through heavy lidded eyes and I almost lost it.
"It's. Fine." I repeated, leaning forward and resting my right hand by her left ear and my left hand by her right ear. My hair fell off my shoulders, the ends brushed against her face and she smiled, placing her hands on my waist.
"You would tell me if it wasn't? You're not just saying this because I turned you on?"
Chuckling lightly, I pressed my breasts against hers as my nose rubbed the tip of Regina's. "I would absolutely tell you if it wasn't okay, horny or not." Soulful brown eyes tracked between mine, studying me intently. Relaxing under her gaze, I rolled my fingers through her silky brown hair totally in love with way her eyes fluttered shut.
"Okay." she finally whispered, locking her hungry orbs with mine. "Does this mean we can kiss again?"
"Yes and-"
"No." Regina stated firmly but still wore a smile. "We are not having sex yet. It's our first time together since everything and I don't want to rush this." I pouted, purposely letting my bottom lip tremble.
"But I'm so horny." I whined. "What if I do this..." My lips ghosted over Regina's before I placed a soft kiss.
"Nice try, but no." she said.
"This?" A kiss to her cheek, under her ear, then her neck. "Or, this..." With the flat of my tongue I ran the length of her jaw, at the end, nipping at her chin.
"You do not play fair." she groaned, slipping her hands underneath my shirt, gently scratching down my back.
"And you're only saying that because you want it too." I countered, challenging her. As always, a really shitty thing to do. Raising an eyebrow she bucked her hips, tossing my uncoordinated ass off her with ease.
"Fine, you win." I sighed, settling in my spot once more.
"It's only temporary." she reassured, curling her tiny frame against me. Draping an arm around her, I dipped my fingers under her shirt and played them across her skin. She sighed, seemingly content with our situation. Honestly, I am too, I mean to lay here with Regina Mills...I don't know, I could be giving her too much credit.
Pretty sure I'm not though.
"Do you ever wish we had met in a different way, time, or place?" I asked. She tilted her head up to look at me before shifting her position, laying flat on her stomach and using one hand to hold her head and the other was lazily thrown across my stomach.
"What do you mean, like the 60's?"
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep the grin from lifting the corners of my mouth. Sinking my head further into the pillow I stared at the ceiling, dismissing the tight pull in my stomach as Regina's hand made it's way further up my shirt. "What I mean is if I was older and we had been at the same grocery store, do you think I would've caught your attention?"
"Absolutely." she answered with no pause after my question. She began to scoot up, propping her elbow on the pillow and removing her hand from my shirt, only to cup my cheek and bring my gaze to hers.
"Want some time think about it?" I joked, soaking in the warm touch.
"Well, you asked." crinkling her nose she dipped down and placed a kiss on my lips, slowly gliding her tongue against mine, and fuck, feeling the tingles and rush of heat coil in the pit of my stomach was torture. "There is no doubt in my mind. Falling in love with a seventeen year old was something unexpected, though I can't help but think there's a reason we met this way. Now, if we had met when you were older you would probably be shopping with your girlfriend or something."
"I'm not so sure about the girlfriend thing." I replied, pushing away the insecurities of my odd body.
"Little one, there are so many people in this world, so many that will accept you for who you are. I'm just lucky enough to have gotten to you first." Regina said, moving her fingers across my face to brush strands of my hair to the side. "What about me?"
"Uh for sure. Who doesn't notice you?"
Even through her giggle she kept eye contact with me, playfully sticking her tongue out.
"I'm serious." I continued. "You definitely would've had someone hanging on your arm."
"And what if I did?" her smile shifted into a crooked grin as her eyes blazed with temptation. "What would you do if I did?"
"I don't know, I guess it would depend on my confidence level." I replied, trapped under her heavy stare.
"Well, if you had someone..." she chuckled lowly, nodding her head slowly. "...Yea I would've been that asshole to pursue a taken woman and I wouldn't make it easy."
"I'm sure you wouldn't." I caught the chills before they escaped, watching her closely, unsure of what was next.
"Thank you." a whisper so low I barely heard it.
"For?"
"Giving me this..."
Regina placed her hand over my heart like she has done a thousand times before the only thing different is I set mine on top, pushing her against it, knowing she couldn't miss the wild, frantic thumps deep in my chest. I didn't know what to say, afraid I might ruin this fluffy moment-
A monotone beep sounded in her quiet bedroom and I felt the lines crease in my forehead. "Sorry." Regina whispered. "Let me silence the notifications." She rolled out of bed, stretching her arms as she stood up, highlighting the toned muscles. Sucking my lip between my teeth my eyes were tethered to the sway of her hips as she walked to her desk. A broken whimper filled the room when she bent over to her look at her laptop. God, my girlfriend is so hot. "No fucking way. I told Zelena it would rise." Regina's carefree tone brought me out of my lusty daze and I frowned when she sat down in the chair.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed and crept up behind her. Jagged, diagonal, green, and red lines filled her computer screen and if I wasn't confused before… "Is this your trading stuff?" I questioned, placing my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her muscles as if I knew what the fuck I was doing. She relaxed instantly, responding with hushed, low moans.
"Mhm." Regina dropped her head back, low tingles trickled up my arm when the end of her hair brushed against my wrists. "Mm, please don't stop."
"You know, you saying things like makes me want to do more than this." I replied, kneading the dense knots in between her shoulder blades.
"What is it they say: 'sorry not sorry'?"
A huff fell from my lips, she's being so feisty tonight. I continued working the stress out of her body and watched the green and red lines on the computer screen rise then fall. "So how does this work?"
"Do you really want to talk about trading currency, or..." My hands fell off her as she spun her chair around, placing her hands flat on my stomach and slid them up as she stood from her seat. "… do you want to lay in bed with me?" her pupils swam with hunger, the corner of her mouth pulled up while her her fingers threaded through my hair.
"I don't think you and I in bed is the best option right now. Unless…" I trailed off, putting a hand on the small of her back and leaning forward, capturing her addictive lips.
Vocalizing her satisfaction she moaned, one that vibrated my entire body. We broke apart moments later, each taking in shallow, shaky breaths and then she draws me in once more. Her lips brush against mine, not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I wanted to pull away before I lost myself but it's no use. In this moment my senses have been seduced and I can't think straight. "Emma." Regina whispered, each letter of my name rolling off her tongue as if she were savoring it. A smile spread across my lips while she continued to taunt me, the beats of my erratic heart running wild as I clasp my other hand to her hip. I take the lead and spin her around, walking us to the bed as my fingers roam over her hills and valleys, as I leaned in for another kiss.
The way she glides her tongue against mine has me loosing my grip on reality, she keeps me there, holds me down and I feel like I'm drowning. She's killing me slowly, so fucking slowly.
An abrupt stop rocked us causing Regina to stumble back, falling on the bed. Wasting no time she hooked her leg behind my knee and pulled me down on top of her. I would give my landing tens across the board since I just happened to have a leg situated in between hers with my knee inches from her center. A smile crossed my face and as if she read my mind her eyelids narrowed, "Don't you eve-" but I cut her off by pressing against her delicious heat, watching the lusty haze filter her dilated pupils.
And now…
We wait.
My knee feels moist, the warmth crawls up my skin and erupts in the base of my stomach, still I didn't move, remembering when Regina tried to kiss me in the park and how upset I got. The muscles in her thigh flexed, clenching around my leg and before I could ask if that was her answer her lips parted, "We need to talk about some things."
Mother. Fucker.
If that's not a mood killer.
An exasperated sigh flew out of my chest as I shifted out of our current, very distracting position, and plopped on my back. As my ankles crossed I laced my fingers and kept my stare on the ceiling. The bed dipped, gently rocking back and forth while she got comfortable which I thought would be the usual snuggle session. But no, she surprises me and throws her leg over mine, straddling my waist. Regina couldn't have missed the raging hard on, so my conclusion is that she's doing this on purpose. Slender fingers found the hem of my shirt and gently tugged on it, calling for my attention. I dropped my gaze and once our eyes locked I knew she wouldn't let me go any time soon.
"I want to start by saying that I know you said this is my decision but I still want to talk to you about it." her mysterious words got me. Hook, line, and sinker.
"Okay…?" I replied.
"Next week I have a meeting with Principal Glass and Vice Principal Page to talk about my resignation."
"Wait-" Using my elbows to prop myself up I eyed her carefully. "-you were serious about that?"
"One hundred percent." Regina assured, skilled fingers rolled my shirt up but dark, confident eyes never left mine.
"Regina are you sure? That's a huge deal and I don't want you give up everything you love." I urged, fighting the gravitational pull of my eyelids when she drew circles around my belly button. "It wouldn't be fair."
"I want to do this. I'm not giving everything up for us, I'm transitioning into a new phase of my life. Teaching is something I love to do, but I do not want to do it forever. And yes, as you know a portion has to do with being with you but it's not my driving force. Even if for some awful reason we broke up I'd still be content with my decision. Okay?"
She spread her fingers and slid them up my stomach, sweeping out to my ribs then back down to my waist. I parted my lips, well aware of the increased pants filling the room. "Okay." I whispered. Regina shifted down to sit on my thighs, curling her fingers around the waistband of my boxers.
"So the other thing..." she said, sliding her knuckles across my skin. I arched into her touch, wishing that she would go a little bit lower. Please go lower. "My dads flying in next weekend and would like to have lunch."
"Mm, okay," I replied, really that's all I could come up with since my brain is short circuiting as her fingers played my body like piano and my shallow breaths became the music.
"And he wants to meet…with us." Oh, I see.
"Yea-yea, th-that's fine." my hips jerked when she hit one of many tickle spots. Slowly her hands left my skin and I groaned, knowing this conversation required my undivided attention. I sat up, resting my hands behind me and nodded once I felt the heat leave my cheeks.
"You know me so well." Regina said with a smirk.
"Well I really want to continue where we left off so…" I shrugged my shoulders causing her to giggle. "But, uh, your dad."
"Right, yes, my dad. He really wants to meet since he hasn't gotten the chance. My mom won't be there."
"How do you know?"
"Because she never comes with him on business trips."
A frown tugged at my bottom lip while my eyebrows furrowed. "So he has to sneak behind his wife's back to see his own daughter?" I questioned, I do not understand their family dynamic. It literally makes no sense.
"Their relationship is complicated babe."
"Right-wait," I tilted my head to the side. "did you just call me babe? In, like, normal conversation?" Pretty sure she just called me babe. Why the fuck am I cheesing so hard about that?
"Did I?" she asked, moving back, sitting on my lap, and wrapping her legs around my back. "We'll come back to that, now, you were saying..." she urged, lacing her fingers behind my neck.
"Yes, it's none of my business obviously, and correct me if I'm wrong-it seems like your dad is scared of your mom."
Her lips pursed and brown eyes fell to the comforter. "Yea, it's-he's, they're..."
"Hey," I reached out and curled my fingers under her chin, turning her head to face me. "you don't have to say anything about it. Like I said, it's none of my business."
"It's not that I don't want to say anything, I just don't know what to say." her once energetic pupils were now dim, outlined by flat brown iris's. "Zelena and I are aware of their relationship or lack there of and if dad felt he could leave I'm sure he would."
"Could leave?" I'm confused, he's a grown ass man. If he wants to leave, then leave. It's simple right?
"He got really sick when I was in high school, meningitis. Business was booming for him, a lot depended on him making coherent decisions and he couldn't. At the time, mom had known everything there was to know, dad had taught her how taught her all the ins and outs. She was deeply immersed in the financial aspect of things, making great business decisions when it came to market. In fact, I think she's the reason he made so much money."
"So is this one of those he signed everything over and then she started feeling herself?"
Regina chuckled, pressing her forehead against mine. "Feeling herself?"
"Yea, her ego got huge and she thinks she's untouchable." My hands found her thighs, squeezing gently as I made my way up her legs.
"Ah, well yes he signed his accounts over as well as a few other business."
"So why didn't she give it back. He obviously got better and there had to be something protecting him."
"It's not that she didn't want to give it back." she took in a low breath of air. "It started with small stuff, forgetting where he put his wallet, leaving the television on, walking into a room and forgetting what he was there for, things people normally forget. Which is why we didn't really think anything of it. But then it got worse. Forgetting to pick us up from school, leaving the stove on, booking meetings then no showing, buying the same pair of shoes sixteen times. Followed by the slurred speech, the massive headaches, the lack of coordination, and his vision was going, and then came the seizures. We thought things would get better after he 'recovered' from the meningitis, but they only seemed to get worse. Mom and dad came to a decision that she would officially take control over everything, it just made sense."
Brushing my thumb across her cheek I moved my hand, combing my fingers through her hair. "How is he now? I didn't notice anything you just described when we were at Roland's Family Picnic."
"Now he's better. He still has moments of brain fog but hasn't had a seizure in six years, he can enunciate words again, his vision has improved." she drew her head back far enough to look in my eyes.
"So if he's better, why doesn't he take his 'accounts', or whatever, back?" I questioned. Regina shrugged her shoulders.
"You got me there. I think it has something to do with mom being better than dad at this. Dad taught Zelena and I how to read the market, mom taught us how to make money and keep it. Although, I believe this is where the rift in their relationship stems from. Maybe she resents him for forcing her into this, she wanted someone with money but I don't think she anticipated actually working for it."
Oh Cora, be that as it may I still don't feel sorry for that woman. Regina's dad, definitely, but I don't feel bad for Cora. "So what you're saying is, if he leaves her. He's got to start over?"
"They haven't actually said that but I would say yes. I'm not sure he wants to start over, or be alone. Truthfully I don't think my mom wants to be alone either, so they have an understanding, they tolerate each other, they are the perfect...roommates."
Damn, that's depressing as fuck.
"Wow. I'm sorry Regina. I'm happy your dad is better now. He must've had some awesome doctors."
"No," she chuckled. "He smokes some really good weed."
My eyes widened.
Speechless.
I'm fucking speechless.
"Don't be so surprised. Not sure if you're aware but there's a really big cannabis movement going on right now." she replied teasingly but still I can't respond. It's not the weed that surprises me it's the fact that any form of the Mills family, except Zelena, smoking anything shocks me. "The pills and treatments weren't working, there was always a side effect, and pill for the side effect, well that pill had side effect so they gave him another one, so on and so forth. A good friend of his told him about the medicinal properties of weed and yea, through that my dad became my dad again. He started smiling, laughing, joking, eating, enjoying life again."
How did I know none of this?
"Do you…?" I questioned, hearing my voice raise an octave. Her teeth shined in the dark room as she swayed back and forth.
"I dabble in the herbal refreshments from time to time."
What. The. Fuck.
First of all, did she just say herbal refreshments?
Second, how did I not know this.
"From time to time like all the time or do you actually mean from time to time." I asked.
"I think if I did it all the time you'd notice by now. Does that bother you?"
"No, not at all. You weren't, like, trying to hide it from me?"
"No, of course not honey." Honey? Ugh, the pet names should not be making me feel this warm and fuzzy. "I only see my parents maybe, twice a year and I only do it with him. It's not some huge part of my life or anything. Plus, if I was trying to hide it I wouldn't have mentioned anything in the first place." She pressed her forehead against mine. "But I'm not. Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"
"It doesn't." Really, it doesn't. "I get it. Similar to drinking. Only socially. I just didn't want you thinking I'd be upset and that's why you hadn't mentioned it before. I would actually be really intrigued to see you in this state."
"Have you?" she questioned, blowing right past my last sentence.
"No. My dad being a cop puts a damper on things, but if I was at a party then maybe. If I ever went to parties...Possibly, you and I,..." I trailed off, suddenly becoming nervous.
"We can talk about that at a much later date. Like, much later."
"Like 18 later?"
"Like 21 later."
"But it's an option?"
"Let's not get too far topic." she replied, crinkling her nose when her smiled widened.
Laaaaaaaaame.
"What about your mom?" I pressed, I'm betting no. That woman is way too tightly wound.
"Ha! That might be your best joke to date. She only deals with it because of my dad, it's actually the only thing she chooses to keep her mouth shut about."
My brain was going a thousand miles per minute. All of this information gave me an unsettling thought. She knows damn near everything about me and here I am falling for a woman I know nothing about. I mean, I know the basics: what makes her happy, upset, turned on. I can read her facial expressions and body language for the most part. I know her favorite hobbies, what food she likes, the music she listens to but I don't know what makes Regina, Regina.
Does that make me a shitty girlfriend?
"What are you thinking about, little one?" she whispered, nudging her forehead against mine, prompting me to look at her. When our eyes met I clenched my teeth and placed my hand over her heart. As she inhaled a sharp breath I felt the drum of her heart speed up against my palm.
"Tell me about your life."
"At 3:17 in the morning?" she replied, but sounded amused, maybe even excited.
"The best conversations happen at three in the morning. Look at how much I just learned about you." and her father, a man I am very interested to meet.
My hand fell from Regina's chest as she rolled off me and flopped on her back, one hand thrown casually over her head while the other fell on my thigh, until I laid down. Then it rested on the crest of my hip bone.
"Where would you like me to start?"
I smiled, wondering why it took me so long to do this. "From the beginning."
"That will make for a long story." she rolled her head to the side, eyes burning holes in my cheek. Lazily I drifted my gaze to her and we shared a smile.
Cliche. Corny. Disgustingly adorable. Grossly overrated. But it's the only sentence that comes to my mind.
"I've got time."
"Since you're not going to the dance what are your plans tonight?" Jefferson asked, throwing a grape in the air, dropping his jaw, then catching it in his mouth. He threw his arms in the air, victorious of his accomplishments. "27 in a row, beats Killian by 12."
Belle laughed while I poked at soggy lettuce soaked in ranch dressing in the Tupperware with my plastic fork. "Probably play some video games. Mom is up north doing the Outdoor Education thing and dad works the night owl shift now. I basically have the house to myself."
"Not hanging out with Ms. Mills?" Killian asked, standing up and catching the 28th grape in mid air before it landed in Jefferson's mouth.
"Hey!-" Jefferson whined, shoving Killian off the bench.
"No, she'll be at the dance." I replied, scraping the attempted salad dad tried to make for my lunch off the prongs.
Sigh.
I want mom back.
"All the more reason you should come." Belle said, cutting her sandwich into two pieces then handed me half. Graciously I took it.
"Thanks and no, prom is your last freebie." I replied taking a huge bite.
"Speaking of, how are we going to coordinate?" Jefferson asked, taking out his phone. "I saw some cute ideas on Pinterest-"
"I don't even know how I'm going to coordinate tomorrow's outfit, let alone for a dance that doesn't happen until next month." I said, reaching up to give Killian a high five.
"That." he added, crumpling up his paper bag, then stacked his books. "Well my times up, going to meet Ruby and the girls at the volleyball court."
"Wait for us." Jefferson said packing up his things with Belle following.
"You coming Em?" she asked, slinging her backpack over her shoulder while her free hand held the half eaten sandwich.
"No, you guys go ahead, with finals happening soon I need all the studying all I can get."
"You mean all the Regina you can get." Killian teased, dodging my punch.
After we sent a few jokes each others way we said goodbye and there I sat at the table. With a sigh I opened my government book and began to study for the test we had next week. My phone vibrated in my pocket and when I looked I was happy my friends weren't here to see the goofy smile.
Why are you sitting by yourself?
Glancing up, I skimmed the quad but came up empty handed.
Studying. Where are you?
Walking to the copy room, saw you on the way.
I didn't respond, instead I stuffed down the rest of the sandwich, tossed the salad pun most definitely intended, packed my things and power walked to the copy room. The closer I got, the more hesitation slowed me down. The copy room is located in the office and it's essentially a second teachers lounge. I know this because I T.A'd for Mrs. Banks, the lady who works the machines. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. But as I near the door to the office I realize the horrible mistake following Regina here was. It's not too late, I can still around-
"Hmph." for the millionth time this year I stumble back after colliding with another poor soul. "Shit," I cursed, shaking my head.
"Your situational awareness really is terrible Miss Swan." Regina's tender voice sang. When the smoke cleared I took in her outfit. Dark gray power suit accompanied by a white blouse and white heels. A small stack of papers were tucked in between her arm and ribs with a smoothie clutched in her other hand. Fuck. Me. I mean it, fuck me. "Can you open the door for me?"
It swung open and I caught it, letting her walk in first. Talk about timing. I followed her in the quiet office, taking note of the way she acted around the other faculty members and students. A male teacher I didn't recognize, stared her down as she spoke with the front desk supervisor. He grinned like a coyote, now, the old me would've been jealous but now all I can I think is 'yea, she is hot right?'. "Emma!" I spun around to see Mrs. Banks standing by the copy room, waving me over. I left Regina, feeling her glance at me as I walked away.
"It's been so long!" Mrs. Banks said as she wrapped me in a big hug. "How have you been? You've gotten taller." she let me go but kept a firm hold on my shoulders. "Your hair is longer, just, wow. You're all grown up."
"Thanks Mrs. Banks. It's good to see you too." She stepped to the side and walked me in the room, letting go once the door was shut behind us. "Everything is going really well."
"Did you get into any colleges yet?" she asked. Walking over to one of the many copy machines she slipped in a piece of paper, tapped some numbers on the keypad, and brought the machine to life.
"No, I'm not going to college." I replied, dropping my backpack to the floor then used my hands to lift myself on her desk.
"There's nothing wrong with that." Mrs. Banks replied, frowning at the sticky note on another stack of papers. "What the fuck is he-ugh, this man." She looked back at me with an apologetic look. "I have to go find-"
"Mr. Freinz?" I finished for her with a smile.
"His chicken shit handwriting. I know it's lunch but can you stay here and make sure this doesn't get jammed? I'll only be, hopefully, 15 minutes or so."
"Yes!" I answered eagerly. Too eagerly. "I mean-sure, ya, it's no problem." I finished, shrugging my shoulders as if it were no big deal.
"Oof, you're a life saver." Mrs. Banks wrapped in me in another very tight hug as the door to the copy room opened and Regina stepped in. Her eyebrow raised when our gazes met, and she reached a hand behind her to shut the door. 'You cheating on me?' she mouthed, faking an expression that had a mix of horror and amusement. Biting my lip, I held down the laughter bubbling up, hoping Mrs. Banks would let me go soon so Regina could stop.
"It's really no problem." I replied, wiggling out of her grasp. "Hey Ms. Mills." I greeted and Mrs. Banks spun around.
"Oh, Regina. Good to see you."
"You as well Kimberly." she replied, giving her a beautiful smile.
"I have to run but if you need any help, Emma is an expert." Mrs. Banks praised before turning back to me. "15 minutes." she said, then darted out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Regina didn't say anything right away, instead she glided to another machine, lifted the top, stuck the paper on, and shut it. "I guess it's a good thing you find me more attractive than her.." she whispered, drifting her gaze to me. I chuckled as my legs swung back and forth, grip tightening around the edge of the desk.
"Yea, you know. I get all the teachers." I teased, tilting my head to the side. Brown eyes glazed over and she bit her lip, battling the urge to come over here and kiss me.
"So I see." she giggled, turning back to the machine and tapping the keypad. "Fun plans tonight?"
"Yea, my ass and my couch making googly eyes at the tv." I said, checking out the tight gray slacks clinging to the back of her legs. "Who's lucky enough to be your hot date?"
"Zelena, although I might re-think my choice if she doesn't stop freaking out."
"Mm," I responded not really paying attention when she slid her hand in the back pocket of her pants. "What are you going to wear tonight?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"Will you send me a picture?"
"Are we still on for tonight?" Glancing over her shoulder dark brown eyes pierced my own as a seductive smirk spread across her face.
"Yes." Especially if that look is anything to go off of.
"Then you will see."
"Really, that's all I get?"
Regina opened her mouth but before she could say anything the door flew open and Mrs. Banks barged in. Fucker. "Shorter than I thought. Thank you, Emma." I nodded, biting back the groan when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "Just in time."
"Well, the mile won't run itself." I said slipping off the desk and swooping up my backpack. "Good to see you Mrs. Banks." Drifting my gaze back to Regina. "I'll see you later, Ms. Mills." that name sounding so foreign to me.
"Until then Miss Swan."
I couldn't get out of that room fast enough. Until then Miss Swan. Even repeating the words in my head gives me chills. Silent promises hopefully?
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Round 2.
It's going to be okay. It's just her dad.
Fuck. I need I pep talk. A pep talk would be great right now but all my friends at the dance and my girlfriend is currently leaving said dance to come pick me up to have dinner with her father. So here I am, standing in front of my mirror like I have done so many times before and stared at the slim fit khakis, my navy blue button up shirt with white mini sailboats strategically placed all over, and my white vans. I look like a douche, but a hot douche.
The bright LED lights of her Porsche shined through the window spiking my nerves, when the car shut off and the door opened then closed the nausea crept in. It felt like there was a bar fight in my intestines. Her heels clicking the asphalt, then hitting the cement as she stepped on the sidewalk sounded through my cracked window. I stared at my anxious reflection one more time when the door bell rang. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I sped down the stairs, checked for the essentials: wallet, phone, keys, and opened the door.
"Holy..." I trailed off, openly lusting over the exposed cleavage. The tight black dress ending shorter than finger length had me stuck. The muscles in her legs flexed under the shift from one foot to other and am I drooling? Yea, pretty sure I'm drooling.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Yea, I'm..." Regina turned away from me and walked down the two steps, drifting my eyes to zero in on that luscious ass. "You can stare at me later." she called over her shoulder, kicking me in high gear. I stepped out, locked up the house then jogged after her, slipping my arm around her waist and falling into step. We fit together so well, like butter on a pop tart, peanut butter and jelly, Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin.
"Francis!" I shouted, spotting him leaning against the driver side door.
"Miss Swan." he smiled, bowing to me. His hand reached for the passenger door, tugging on the handle and opening it for us. Regina let me slide in first, this time I took the middle seat, thoroughly enjoying the smirk on her face as she sat down, closing the door behind her.
"You look really cute tonight." she whispered, sliding the seat belt across her chest and after the click, placed a hand on my thigh. Tingles and goosebumps made their presence when a smell I didn't recognize wafted under my nose.
"Thanks." I mumbled, blushing under the heated gaze. "New perfume?" I asked, snapping the seat belt across my waist.
"You noticed?" why does she sound so genuinely surprised, yes I noticed.
"Yup."
"Do you like it?"
"Definitely." I said, turning my head, feeling her breath across my face as I did so. Immediately she kissed me but it was gentle. I attempted to deepen it but she resisted, tightening her lips before taking them off of mine.
"Can't get too excited. It's only a 20 minute drive." she teased, brushing her thumb over my crinkled eyebrows.
"20 minutes is plenty of time."
"Not it's not." she countered, and yea, she's right. Even though I've only experienced it with her a handful of times it was longer than 20 minutes.
Muttering cursewords under my breath I focused my attention on Francis, who was humming the song playing from the radio and bobbing his head back and forth.
"So Francis, tell me about yourself. How long have you known the Mills family?" His gaze met mine through the rear view mirror before turning his attention back to the road.
"I've known Henry for over 20 years-" Okay, time to multi-task. I kept one ear on the conversation and tuned the other to the woman sitting next to me. I reached my hand over, casually placing it on the inside of thigh, just above her knee. I sharp intake of air brought a smile to myself, which was perfect because Francis had just made a joke "… 'he walked passed a fish market, took a hard sniff, and said 'hello ladies' and that is how I knew we'd be friends for life."
"That joke is amazing, I will have to remember that one." I replied through chuckles, sliding my hand higher up her leg. Brown hair flew as her head whipped towards me, however, I kept my attention on Francis. "So if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up working for him?"
"I don't mind at all. Ya see, I caught some trouble awhile back and couldn't find a job, Ms. Mill's father gave me an opportunity." Francis said, leaning to the left as he turned the steering wheel.
"Wow, that's very nice of him." I replied, trying to cover up the nerves as the heat from Regina's entrance stroked across my fingers. Her legs began to quiver, tiny bumps rose under my touch, followed by her hand lifting off my leg to cover mine, halting my advancements. Crossing one leg over the other, she removed her hold before trapping my fingers in between her thighs.
Ohhhh fuck.
Lifting her right arm, Regina wrapped it around my shoulders, leaning her forehead against the side of my face. I ignored her hot breaths caressing my cheek, swallowed the dry lump in my throat and returned to the conversation at hand.
"So tell me about you, Miss Swan. You're graduating soon right?" Francis asked, his kind eyes meeting mine again.
"Yes, in June." I replied, gently tugging my hand from between her thighs but the harder I pulled the more she clamped down. Jesus, she could easily break a watermelon.
"Do you really think I didn't know what you were trying to do?" she quietly taunted, twirling the end of my loosely curled hair around her fingers.
"That is fantastic. Any plans?" he continued, oblivious to the turn of the tables in the back seat.
"Keep talking." Regina urged, pulling on my hair.
"But-" I whispered.
"Keep. Talking." her tongue flicked out and caught my ear lobe and my fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, in which responded by groaning lowly.
"I-uh-" cough, "yes, very fantastic." I fumbled out.
"Fantastic indeed." she purred, her sultry voice causing a collision of tingles and hot flashes under my skin.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Francis asked.
"I miss you little one-"
"N-no." I stuttered.
"-And not in a I want to see you more way, which I do, but I miss feeling your body pressed against mine-" I'm loosing it.
"Only child huh? At least you get all the attention." Francis continued as Regina's hand kept moving closer to the firm outline in my pants. Thank the Universe this button up shirt is long.
"-you have no idea how much I want to stick my hand-"
"Something like that." I laughed, nervous as fuck that she was actually about to touch me. Mostly because I know I won't last long. I'm barely keeping it together as it is.
"Can't be that bad, right?" Okay Francis, we can stop this conversation now.
"-down your pants, and-"
"N-o, not all bad." I arched my back as her fingers crawled up leg, so close to my cock.
"-touch-"
"Regina..." I panted harshly.
"-you."
"And we're here." Francis announced, slowing the car down to a stop. After turning off the vehicle he stepped out and once the door was shut I let out a long breath of air.
"That was so fucked up." I mumbled, waiting for her smart ass response. "Regina?" I shifted my gaze to her. Wide, hazy, dominant pupils stared at me, her iris's were almost non existent. I hadn't seen this look in awhile, like since that night after the winter dance. Francis opened her door, without saying a word she unbuckled her seat belt and slid out of the car. Confused and horny, I removed the belt from my waist and stepped out in the crisp air. The area was lit up with lights, people buzzed around us and the smell of food consumed my senses.
"You ladies have a good night. Text me when you are close to done Ms. Mills."
"Thank you Francis." Regina said, handing him a rolled up bill. With lots of thanks he accepted it, bid us farewell and got back in his car. "Ready?" she asked, holding her out, palm up.
"I think so." I placed my hand in hers, letting her pull me inside the restaurant.
Fancy. Fancy. Fancy. I'll never get use to this. Men in three piece suits chatting with their wives that sparkled like chandeliers. I mean come on, do you really need more than one ring per finger? Do you even need a ring per finger?
"Welcome to Giuseppe's, reservation or walk in?" the hostess greeted with a fake smile. The Friday night rush seems to be getting to her.
"Reservation, Mills." Regina said.
"Oh, yes, right this way." she said, grabbing two menus and leading us through candle lit tables. I expected a booth. Maybe a closed off booth. Not a private patio, with a fire pit, accompanied by real furniture. Like a real couch, with real chairs, and a real table, as if we were at someone's house. Okay so it's patio furniture, I could be over exaggerating. Slightly.
"Regina!" her dad said, standing up from the couch, arms wide, and a smile that shined out the sun.
"Hey dad." she replied, releasing my hand and wrapping him in a big hug. "You look good."
"Feeling better every day."
The hostess politely excused herself and when he let go his eyes landed on me. "Emma, it's good to see you again." He stepped up to me, unsure if a hug or a handshake would do. I was mad at the world the last time he saw me.
"You to Mr. Mills." I said, giving him a gentle hug.
"Please, call me Henry." And already I can tell this interaction with her family is going to be very different from the last one. "I hope you girls are ready to eat." Henry let go but kept his arm over my shoulders. "I have the chef preparing something special for us."
"I was nine years old!" Regina defended, placing a hand on her chest.
"Okay, but, Alyssa Milano?" I repeated, hearing my laugh echo in the quiet neighborhood.
"1998 Alyssa Milano." she corrected.
We swayed up the path to my door as I continued to tease my girlfriend on all the juicy tidbits I received this evening.
"I'm not saying she's unattractive, I just didn't think she'd be your type." I took the dreaded step to my door, knowing this amazing evening was coming to a close.
"The only type I have goes by the name of Emma Swan."
"Good answer." A low laugh fell from my lips as I leaned against the door, locking our eyes. "I had a really great time with you. Tell your dad I said thank you, for everything."
"I will do that." She smiled, then took a half step towards me. She raised her hand and soft fingers tucked strands of hair behind my ear. "Thank you for joining us. Your presence is much appreciated." her touch lingered under my ear and I closed my eyes, wishing she'd never stop.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked, figuring the answer would be no.
"Francis has to get back." she replied, trailing her fingers along my jaw.
"I can take you home." Lifting my heavy eyelids, I parted my lips, capturing her finger in between my teeth when it was close enough.
"You make a convincing argument. But your dad-" I flicked my tongue across her fingers, hearing the words get sucked from her chest.
"He doesn't get home until 4:30 in the morning. It's only 11." I said after letting her hand fall from my mouth. "Please?" I begged.
She raised an eyebrow, studying my body language, inhaling through her nose. "I'll meet you inside." Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
"Sounds like a plan." I said, fumbling for my key. She winked, spun around and sashayed to Francis. Once I was safely inside my house I ran upstairs and began frantically cleaning my room. Not that there was much to clean, but compared to Regina's house, my room is-
"You know your 17, you're allowed to have dirty room." I whipped my body around to see Regina resting her shoulder against the door frame.
"Oh, that was fast." I replied, dropping the t shirt hanging from my fingers. "Do you want something more comfortable to wear?" I offered. Pushing herself off the frame, she glided to my bed and ran her hand along the comforter when she was close.
"I would love that."
"Great," I replied, walking to my closet and sifting through the clothes. My bed creaked, and I find myself quickly regretting the offer I extended. Because I want her, so fucking bad. "Shorts and shirt?"
"That's fine."
Yanking the clothes off the hanger, I stumbled out, heading to my bed. With them balled up at the end I held out my hand. Her hungry gaze met mine sending rapid fire of tingles through my body and when our fingertips brushed it seemed as if the air was sucked from my chest. As if her body was attached to a string she stood up, inches from me. In an agonizingly slow pace she spun around, cupped her hair and pulled it over to one side, revealing the zipper to her dress. She wants me to undress her?
I gripped the zipper and pulled down, biting the inside of my cheek as her smooth skin peeked out from under the fabric. Her hand fell from her hair, arms hung limp by her side as her head fell forward. My fingers hooked around the fabric, sliding it over her shoulders. Regina shuddered when I slid the sleeves down her arms, automatically I leaned forward ghosting my lips over her skin. "Take it off." she begged, slipping her arms of out the holes, and I complied without pause. I placed a kiss on the junction of her neck and shoulder, pushing the dress over her ass. Regina Mills is standing in my room with no bra, a thong and heels. My fingers played along her hip bone, moaning when she pressed herself against my groin. Snaking my hands up her body, I stopped them at her shoulders urging her to turn around.
When she did I thought I would crumble, but surprisingly I'm standing my ground in all this and there's only one thought one my mind. Slowly I dropped to my knees, pausing at the strained nipple, taking it in between my lips. Her fingers threaded through my hair only spurring my movements and I grazed over it then bit down, feeling her arch against my mouth. I moved across her chest, showing attention to the other nipple before finding balance on my knees, holding her unwavering gaze. My fingers curled around the thin string of her thong, rolling it down her legs to rest with her dress at her ankles. Her clit glistened as her heady scent smacked me across my face, causing me to lick my lips. The same look in her eyes I had encountered in the car stared down at me. Dark, black, determined. She was horny as fuck. Knowing this sent waves of arousal to my core, sparking my severe want for what's dripping in front of me. Her hand slid in my hair, electric currents seemed to pulse through my body as I began to drag my tongue across her clit.
Regina's legs buckled as her grip tightened in my hair, steadying herself but I didn't give her chance to recover before flicking her clit again. "Fuck, Emma." she whispered taking a wider stance. Repeatedly I brushed against her clit eliciting heavy pants and throaty moans that went straight to my dick. She flowed in my mouth like a waterfall and after awhile I found myself, just sitting there on my knees as she moved her hips against my face. A sharp pull on my hair combined with the downward force of Regina's bundle of nerves, mixed with her taste had me stuck in a lust filled daze. My fingers slid up her thigh and to her entrance, smirking at the way her body shook when I started using the tip of my finger to tease her.
Hips bucked wildly, an ever growing smirk crossing her face when I took her clit in between my lips while sliding two fingers inside of her. She moaned slowly, hunching over and gripping the top of my shoulder with free hand. "Yehs..." she hissed out, gripping the back of my head and the top of my shoulder. My eyes fluttered shut as rolled my tongue against her, the slick sound of my fingers curling in and out of her filled my room. I flicked my tongue in no particular order, randomly sliding in between her folds which appeared to drive her crazy as she gushed over my fingers. Taking a chance I looked up to see her back arched, head thrown back, mouth hanging open as jumbled words rolled off her lips.
It didn't take long for Regina's hips to start erratically canting, rough breaths of air puffing out of her lungs, while her body trembled from the impending orgasm. Her walls began to contract around my thrusting fingers, each time her continuous moans raising an octave. Then with a beautiful arch of her spine, her silent cry filled my room as she climaxed above me. I continued licking her sensitive clit, slipping my fingers out of her, roaming over shaky, toned thighs.
"Wait-wait, Emma." she urged, gently pushing me away from her.
"No," I said shooting her a defiant glare. "I'm not done."
"Little one, I'm-"
"Lay down." I interjected.
She looked down at me, loosening the hold she had on my hair and cupped my cheek.
"No, it's your turn now…"
A/N: Let me just say, that no one is smoking in this story because that's not what this fic is about. So ya know, don't freak out. Not sure what everyone's opinions are on the subject but personally I have zero problem with it, although I do come from a long line of hippies so I may be biased. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! For those who celebrate Thanksgiving enjoy your time! For those that it's just another Thursday keep grinding! Til Next Time…