(A/N: Whoooooooo's up for some SwanQueen smut? xD Just me? Okay then. In all seriousness, I promise this is the last nonsense chapter before there's actual plot!)

They were kissing by the time they made it into the elevator. They had already been in the reception to pick up their key and all that jazz.

The elevator was big, deliciously unoccupied and they were going all the way up to the twentieth floor. A fairly long way to go. When door closed behind them, Regina had been eying Emma in a particular way, so naturally Emma had smirked and asked her girlfriend if she fancied taking advantage of how empty the elevator was. As soon as Regina had given her 'sí', Emma had been on it in two seconds. She currently had Regina pushed up against the wall and was kissing her with almost ferocious vigor. Regina's fingers were buried deep in Emma's hair, and she was making these little breathless sounds with each kiss. Neither of them felt jetlagged. In fact, Emma had never felt more awake than she did right now. Hearing how breathless Regina had gotten, Emma decided to give those lovely lips of hers a little break. But that didn't mean that she would stop kissing her. Hell no. She simply 'relocated' to Regina's lovely neck instead. Completely unabashed, she started nipping at the side of Regina's neck. She planted a series of small kisses all the way up to Regina's ear and then back down to the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.

"!Mierda!" Regina breathed. "Emma, you're going to kill me!"

"Mmm, with kindness," Emma husked against her neck. Then kissed it again.

The elevator stopped. Emma immediately put some distance between herself and Regina. The doors slurped open. Emma waited with her heart hammering in her chest. After a second, the doors slid closed again. Whoever had summoned the elevator, had to have regretted it. Just as well. In the blink of an eye, Emma was back with Regina. Once again, she pressed her girlfriend up against the wall and kissed her hungrily. Their flirting in the taxi had driven her completely mad. She needed to kiss Regina more than she needed oxygen, god damnit!

Regina clearly felt the same. She moaned and shifted slightly. So did Emma. Immediately worried that this position compromised Regina's broken ankle, she turned her head slightly.

"Shut up," Regina growled even though Emma hadn't even said a word. With one hand she gripped the back of Emma's neck and crushed the blonde's mouth to hers while supporting herself with the crutch with the other.

Emma laughed into the kiss. Let it continue for a moment before descending down Regina's neck again. She had learned that pregnant women easily got winded, and she was not interested in having Regina faint in the middle of it. That would undoubtedly put a damper on things. But Regina's neck was wonderful to kiss too. Absolutely. She had a particular spot right below her ear that always left her a quivering mess whenever Emma was kissing it.

Thus also today. Regina moaned deeply. Emma heard a thud. Was fairly certain that Regina had just bumped her head on the wall. Oops.

"¿Alguna vez has... tenido sexo en un ascensor?"

"What's that?" Emma lifted her head from Regina's neck so she could look at her girlfriend. Regina's eyes looked more black than brown. Her skin was flushed. Delicious.

"Never mind," she grunted. "Just…. Do that again."

"I will," Emma assured with a chuckle. "As soon as you tell me what you said."

"Querida-"

"In a moment. Now spill your guts, woman," Emma mock sternly demanded and wagged a finger in Regina's face. "I heard 'sexo'. That means sex. I know that much Spanish. You said something about sex, and I am very interested in knowing exactly what you said!"

"I just… asked you if you ever have had sex in an elevator," Regina said and looked somewhere between amusement and embarrassment.

"Ohhhh," Emma drew the word out and waggled an eyebrow. "You think that's where this is going, beautiful girl?"

Regina shrugged and somehow managed to look mischievous and innocent at the same time. "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that the alarm button is right there."

Now Emma was really laughing. "Yeah, no, I don't think the staff would like that very much, honey."

"Aguafiestas."

"And to answer your question," Emma said and ignored what she suspected was an insult. "No. I have not had sex in an elevator, but should we come across one that stays still long enough and doesn't have cameras, I am very open to try it."

"Oh," Regina cocked her head. "Interesting."

"Have you?" Emma asked casually. Resuming kissing would be wasted. They were almost there, and honestly, she wanted to kiss Regina without any interruptions. And behind closed doors.

"Have I what?" Regina ran her fingers through her hair and tried her best to sort it out. She wasn't really succeeding.

"Had sex in an elevator," Emma laughed.

She expected to get an eyeroll and perhaps a cheeky response in Spanish, but to her surprise, Regina's cheeks flamed anew, and she went 'uhhh…'

Emma gasped, mock-scandalized. "You have!"

"Quizás..."

"You totally have!" Emma laughed and felt tempted to elbow her girlfriend. "You little minx!"

Regina wrinkled her nose. "I was very drunk. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And we did get away with it, so…" she made a gesture with her hands and shrugged lightly.

"Who was it?" Emma asked before she could stop herself.

Regina quirked an eyebrow. "You jealous?"

"Uhm, yeah, insanely," Emma said plainly.

Regina snickered.

"So? Who was it?" Emma asked again. Seriously, she needed to know who it was that Regina had sex in an elevator with!

"Her name was Alba," Regina said with another shrug.

"Girlfriend?" Emma prodded.

"No." Regina made a face. "One night stand. Jesus, how did we end up talking about this?"

"Hey, I'm not judging you," Emma said immediately, knowing that it was a sore spot with Regina. "There's nothing wrong with having a one night stand."

"I know," Regina said, but she was still wincing ever so slightly. The hand that wasn't holding the crutch went to her bump. "I just…."

"Nope," Emma interrupted firmly. Snatched Regina's hand and kissed it. "You were in a good mood, remember? One night stands are absolutely fine no matter what old fashioned people might or might not say, okay?"

"Okay," Regina echoed and glanced down at her belly. "Well, my escapade did do something good."

"Exactly," Emma chuckled and sang: "'always look at the bright side of life…'"

"Mercy!" Regina grimaced. "Please!"

Emma laughed and waggled an eyebrow. "You know, I wouldn't mind if you say that in a different setting, babe…"

"'Babe'?" Regina pursed her lips. "You've never called me that before."

"No, I suppose I haven't. But if you don't like it, I have plenty of others. Honey pie."

"Dios."

"Love bug."

"Emma."

"Snuggle-cuddle-wuddle."

"!Ay, stop it!" Regina pleaded and laughed. "Babe is fine."

"Great. Babe."

Regina flashed her a smile. Then glanced at the elevator. "You know, for a luxury hotel, this elevator is…. Pretty slow."

"I know," Emma chuckled.

Just then, the elevator stopped at the right floor and the doors slid open once more.

Emma and Regina stepped out. Well, Regina hobbled. But she was doing it in a very graceful manner and sounded incredibly regal when she rejected Emma's offer about helping her.

"As you can see, my crutches and I are very happy together," she joked.

"Yeah, you seem pretty attached to them." Emma took the joke one step further. "Would you like to be alone with them?"

"Well…." Was it possible to purr and drawl at the same time? If so, that was exactly what Regina was doing right now. Lowering her voice, she continued: "actually, I'd rather be alone with you, mi amor."

"In a moment you can have all the alone time you want," Emma assured her and glanced down at the key card they had been given. "606, 606…."

"It's here!" Regina stopped so abruptly Emma almost walked right into her. She earned herself a raised eyebrow and was quick to apologize.

Regina was right, though. The door with the correct number was indeed right in front of them.

"Well then, by all means let's check it out," Emma said briskly as she slid the key card through the crack. The door beeped and then clicked. Emma pushed it open with an exaggerated: "after you, Milady."

"Thank you, querida," Regina said huskily, and just like that, the thirty five year old woman was back.

Emma quite often thought about how incredibly hot Regina would be at thirty five. Well, obviously, she already was, duhh, but her femme fatale…ness would be even more pronounced at thirty five, Emma was sure about that.

"!Dios!"

Emma hastily followed Regina inside the room, eager to find out what that exclamation meant. She soon found out. The room was absolutely incredible. They had seen pictures of it online, but it was even better in real life. An incredibly large expensive looking leather couch Emma almost was afraid to sit on because she had gotten it into her head that she somehow would mess it up in some kind of way. A surprisingly big mini-fridge, which Emma suspected was loaded with snacks and delicious treats. Thick carpets on the floor, exquisite lamps.

And of course the bed. The freaking huge bed standing right there in the center of the room. The freaking huge canopy bed that looked…

"Big enough for three," Regina joked and laughed as she rubbed her belly.

"Yeah, I… God, what a place!" Emma let out a long whistle.

"Mmm. Remind you of anything, querida?"

"Oh yeah!" Emma smirked at her girlfriend and was immediately taken right back to her solo-honeymoon and the incredibly sexy flamenco dancer who had seduced the shit out of her.

"So," Regina said. Nothing else. But that one little word was laced with deeper meaning. And seduction.

"So," Emma echoed and walked over to her. She gently grabbed Regina's elbows. Half supporting her, half caressing her. "I'm sure that the bathroom is absolutely huge and awesome," she began. "And I am sure that we should unpack our clothes, so it doesn't get wrinkled."

Regina's face fell. "Sí. You're right."

Emma's intention had been to keep the façade going for a little while longer, but Regina looked so utterly disappointed she couldn't bear it. "But," she continued, putting as much emphasis on the word as possible. "What do you say we skip the grand tour and unpacking and test the bed instead?"

Regina's face split into a huge grin. "Sí!"

Emma smiled softly at her. "Come here, you." With that, she slid her hands from Regina's elbows and up over the back of her arms, her shoulders. When she reached her hair, she gently loosened the hair tie holding Regina's hair in a braid. She weaved her fingers through Regina's hair until it was hanging in soft waves around her face. She slid her hands up to the back of Regina's head, spread her fingers wide so she could bury them in Regina's soft tresses and then she gently pulled her as close as the bump allowed. Once again, she kissed her like she had in the elevator. With vigor and unbridled eagerness. Emma heard a loud clang and realized that Regina had just dropped one of her crutches on the floor. Her free arm winded around Emma's neck. Emma smiled into the kiss. Couldn't help it. Finally they could kiss each other properly. And for as long as they wanted to.

Regina's hand slid from the back of her neck and to her front. She tugged and pulled at Emma's red leather jacket and made a little noise of triumph when she managed to yank it off and the jacket fell to the floor. Then she began working the buttons on Emma's tanktop. She was eager. Emma was delighted. But she was also very aware that this position probably wasn't the most comfortable for Regina. Balancing on one leg. They couldn't have that. In one swift motion, and without breaking the kiss, Emma lifted Regina up bridal style.

Regina gasped and broke the kiss.

"Okay?" Emma checked. "Does your leg hurt?"

"No," Regina snickered. "You just surprised me. I must be heavy."

"Are you kidding me," Emma laughed as she carried Regina over to the bed. "You're as light as a feather, honey." She gently sat Regina down on the edge of the bed.

Regina didn't look entirely convinced, but her doubtful expression was soon replaced with one of lust. Her eyes twinkled as she began to unbutton her blouse.

Emma batted her hands away. "Yeah, you know what, I got it." She easily twisted the buttons through the holes and her mouth nearly watered when she was greeted by the sight of a red lace bra cradling a pair of generous breasts. Regina's breasts had always been nice, but you had to be blind not to notice that they had grown significantly. Jesus, Emma couldn't wait to touch them. And kiss them.

"You wore red lace the first time we slept together," Emma remembered as she slipped the blouse down Regina's shoulders.

"Sí. I miss that bra."

"It was a great bra," Emma agreed, giving the blouse a little tug so it slipped off Regina's body. She dumped it on the floor. "But you know what? This bra is pretty great too."

Regina chuckled slightly at that. She reached up and resumed the unbuttoning of Emma's tanktop. It didn't take long before she successfully had unbuttoned the three little buttons and could push the tanktop up over Emma's middle.

Emma helped her along so she shouldn't have to strain. Soon her tanktop joined Regina's blouse on the carpet, and Regina let out a soft little groan. Her gazed roamed over Emma's bared stomach and simple black bra.

"Eres la cosa más hermosa que he visto en mi vida," Regina said simply and leaned forward so she could plant a soft little kiss right above Emma's belly button.

Although not completely understanding what Regina had just said, Emma shivered from head to toe. Regina speaking Spanish always got her going in a very particular way. She was about to say something. Either ask Regina for a translation, or say something equally sweet in return. But before she could, Regina reached for her again. Unbuttoned the top button in her jeans, unzipped them and then tugged to send the pants down Emma's legs. She was definitely impatient. But her impatience paid off. Now the jeans were pooling around Emma's ankles, and she stepped out of them. As graceful as she possibly could. Which wasn't very graceful at all, but the hell with it. She was impatient too.

Regina licked her lips. "I like those panties." She lightly traced the waistband of said black panties, and Emma shivered. They were by no means fancy panties, but that wasn't what mattered the most right now.

"I like them a lot," Regina continued, still tracing the waistband of Emma's underwear. "But do you know when I like them the most?"

"No," Emma groaned and tried not to stutter.

Regina bared her teeth in a she-devil grin. "When they're on the floor, querida."

Emma shook her head. She was somewhere between laughter and arousal. "I think you're the only one on the planet who can make a cheesy line sound sexy, beautiful girl."

"Not impressed?" Regina asked and shook her head in mock-sadness. "Too bad. But good thing I have other ways to impress you." Without further ado, she reached back and slipped her bra off.

Her breasts sprang free, and Emma blinked. Several times. "O…kay." She managed. "Okay. Jesus." She stared unabashedly at Regina's full breasts. Her nipples were hard points which confirmed the suspicion Emma had had when they were making out in the elevator. She had been sure she had felt Regina's nipples through the silk shirt.

"No," Regina chuckled, reminding Emma of what she had just exclaimed a moment ago. "Just me." She looked down. Had an almost intrigued look on her face. "They have never been so big before."

Emma smirked. "Can't wait to check it myself, babe."

Regina's breath elevated at that. Emma could see it. Could see how her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. It was very distracting.

Regina gestured with her hands in the air and Emma easily understood what she meant. She knelt slightly so Regina could unclasp her bra and dump it on the floor.

"Maravillosa," Regina husked. "Absolutamente maravillosa." She ran her soft hand up and down Emma's bare stomach, causing her to shiver once more. No, her breasts weren't as big as Regina's, but it didn't matter. Regina liked them. A lot. That was the most important thing.

And speaking of important things….

"You need to get naked," Emma said simply.

"Sí," Regina said with a slight chuckle. She reached for the button in her jeans. Twisted it through the hole. Then unzipped the pants and leaned back so she could wiggle them down over her bottom. A tiny wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows as she struggled.

Struggling was not on the program today. "Allow me," Emma said, voice both seductive and gallant. "Lean back."

Regina chuckled again and shifted to lean back, but was stopped by Emma who suddenly remembered something.

"One second," she said, quickly grabbing a little pillow behind Regina. The entire bed was full of decorative little pillows. Which was pretty lucky. She placed the pillow between Regina and the bed so when she lied down, she wouldn't lie flat and thereby putting pressure on her back.

"Gracias," Regina said. The wrinkle between her eyebrows was still visible as she glanced down at her jeans. "I don't know how the fuck you'll manage to…" she shook her head. "I should have worn a skirt instead. Would have been easier."

"You know me," Emma said, skimming a hand over Regina's jeans-clad thigh. "I'm always up for a challenge."

Regina groaned. But whether it was because of Emma's words, or the touch remained unclear.

"Let's see what we can do here," Emma murmured, reaching for Regina's jeans. She gave them a gentle tug and carefully slipped them down Regina's bottom. Further down her legs. It went without a hitch, but by the time the fabric reached Regina's injured ankle and Emma slowed the process of tugging the jeans down even more, Regina started mumbling in Spanish. Most of it incoherent, but Emma did catch some of it. Such as….

"!Joder mi pie!"

Emma who happened to know what that meant bursted out laughing and had to stop the pulling process for a second. Once her laughing had dimmed down to a chuckling, she said: "nope, not what I'm planning to joder."

The joke was lost on Regina. "Whatever," she groaned. "Can't you just…. I don't know, cut the pants or something? I think I have a pair of scissors in my bag."

Okay, in case there had been any doubt before…. Regina was in a rush. "I don't think ruining your pants will be necessary, honey."

"They're already ruined," Regina said and wiggled her hips in a very telling matter.

"Oh." Emma tried not to laugh because it wouldn't be fair in this situation. She could tell that Regina was genuinely distressed and aching. "Still, I don't think cutting your pants will be necessary. Just needs a bit of extra work."

Regina made a sound that almost was a sob and was Emma imagining things or was her teeth chattering a bit?

Emma tugged the jeans over the cast on Regina's ankle. She tried to be fast and careful at the same time, and her hard effort paid off when the jeans finally slipped off Regina's legs. She threw them on the floor. Now there was just one last article of clothes left.

"No lifting," she half-warned Regina as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs. It went without a hitch and Emma send the panties onto the floor where the rest of the clothes were already piling.

Now Regina was gloriously naked. And trembling. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Her inner thighs were slick. She was more than ready.

So was Emma. But there was just one last thing she needed to do. She grabbed another little pillow and placed it on the bed. Next, she very gently lifted Regina's leg by her knee and moved it so Regina's broken ankle was resting on the pillow. "How's that? Any pain?"

"N-no," Regina said strained. She squeezed her eyes shut. Emma could see the veins in her neck as she strained.

Emma smirked slightly. The placement of Regina's broken ankle meant that her legs were quite spread. "Shame my camera is still in the suitcase."

Regina huffed and reached for Emma. Clumsily, but still making her intention very clear as she cupped her core.

Emma shuddered. "In a moment, babe," she breathed, struggling to keep her cool. "You first."

"Estas mojada," Regina said plainly.

"Sí, I know," Emma half-teased. "I can feel it. But I have a feeling that you're basically dying right now, isn't that right?"

"Maybe a little…... bit," Regina said strained. Her eyes were still squeezed shut and the veins in her neck still visible.

Emma leaned down and kissed Regina's lips. Her cheek. Her jaw. Her shoulder. Her chest. Her breasts. First the right, then the left. She peppered the globes with kisses before descending down and nuzzling her nose against Regina's baby bump. She couldn't help it.

"Oh!" Regina exclaimed.

"Activity?" Emma guessed.

"Mhmm."

"Don't worry," Emma said tenderly. "Let me handle that too." She brushed her lips over Regina's bump again. "Hey kid," she said softly. "Even though I can't feel it yet- no hard feelings, by the way- I love it when you move around, but right now I'm actually trying to have some alone time with your mom, so could you maybe, I dunno, be quiet for a little while?"

Regina laughed. "You are so ridiculous sometimes!"

"Is he still moving about?"

Regina went quiet. Shifted a little. Then: "no. He actually isn't. Huh."

"See? I'm awesome," Emma said smugly. "I made him respect our alone time."

"Sí, sí, do you think you could stop bragging and… you know?"

"I've got you, babe," Emma assured. She definitely knew. "Don't worry." With that she finally lowered a hand and brushed it over Regina's pussy.

The response was glorious. Regina's body jerked and she slapped a hand over her mouth. It was just about the hottest thing Emma had seen. No more straining, she decided as she brushed her fingers through Regina's folds. "Any special requests?" she silkily asked her delightfully horny girlfriend.

"S-sí," Regina gritted out. "Cut the foreplay. I can't take it!"

"No foreplay you say? Okay then…." Emma drawled. Then she slipped two fingers inside Regina. Tight, velvety walls and warm greeted her. There was absolutely no resistance whatsoever. She angled her fingers just so and then she began. Slowly at first. To get Regina used to it. Perhaps three weeks wasn't a long time to not have sex, but with a pregnant and sensitive girlfriend, Emma wasn't taking any chances.

Regina gasped. Her back arched. Her hands left her mouth, and she grabbed the sheets tightly instead. "Oh, fffff-" she didn't finish the sentence. Only encouraged: "Harder!"

"Anything for you, beautiful girl," Emma purred as she began moving her fingers faster inside Regina. Fuck, it felt so good. This was bringing Emma as much pleasure as it did Regina.

Regina said something in Spanish. Then switched to English as she continued: "I've missed this SO much!" her voice was all tight and breathless.

"Mm, me, too!" Emma half-groaned. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?"

Regina mumbled something incoherent.

Emma was thoroughly enjoying herself. Normally, she would be on top of Regina or have her legs hooked over her shoulder, but with Regina's broken leg that was impossible. So instead she was sitting between Regina's legs. Which definitely wasn't bad either. The view was amazing. Seeing all of Regina's glorious body was an absolute treat. The way her breast moved with each breath she took. Emma was looking forward to getting her hands on those very, very soon. And she was looking forward to tasting Regina.

"!Joder!" Regina cussed, and Emma had to admit that she was a little surprised. Normally, it took more to get Regina to this state. But apparently not tonight. Emma began moving her fingers. By no means slowly. Regina DID say no foreplay, and Emma suspected that covered a slow pace too. Regina didn't look like she was in the mood for a slow pace.

Regina's fingers opened and closed around the sheet, and she was muttering to herself. Spanish. Emma couldn't understand half of it which she was pretty sad about, but now was not the time to ask Regina for a translation. Definitely not. She thrusted her fingers a little faster and took advantage of being able to use both her hands. She brought her other hand down and touched Regina's clit. First gently. Then she rubbed the hard little nub in earnest and felt how the muscles in Regina's thighs twitched. Her legs shifted slightly.

"Careful," Emma said, immediately worrying about Regina's broken ankle.

"FUCK being careful!" Regina almost spat.

"God," Emma murmured. She was half impressed, half startled. Normally, it took much longer to take Regina to the cussing-hissing state, but she clearly hadn't been kidding when she said that she was frustrated. By now she was chanting joder-joder-joder along with a string of other Spanish words Emma had no idea what meant. But at the same time, she kinda did.

Regina cried out and Emma flicked her clit harder. "That's it, beautiful girl, keep going, I know how much you missed-" she stopped talking when she suddenly became aware that Regina was shaking. Her thighs flexed. Her hips cantered. And her muscles clenching around her fingers. Emma's eyes widened as she looked at Regina's face. Her lips had fallen open in an 'O'-shape and her eyes were still squeezed shut.

"Oh fuck," Emma breathed, completely in awe. "You're already COMING!"

"Can't help it!" Regina said strained. How she was capable of talking right now was an utter mystery. "I- !Joder!"

The reason why the cuss word had replaced the rest of the sentence became evident when Emma saw Regina's head flop back on the pillow. She felt Regina's muscles squeeze around her fingers. Then her sticky essence dripped onto Emma's fingers and wrist. She looked so beautiful when she came. She always did. These were one of the moments that had Emma wondering how the hell she managed to live with the long distance.

Regina let out another little wail and then shivered from head to toe again.

Emma was fascinated. In all the time she had been with Regina she had never come this quickly. Her ego doubled its size. It was impossible not to be smug. She had barely even touched Regina.

"Sorry!" Regina managed through gritted teeth between panting breaths.

"You're apologizing?" Emma chuckled softly smoothened her free hand over the crown tattoo on Regina's thigh. "Why?"

"Came too fast," Regina groaned and threw an arm over her eyes. "That was embarrassing!"

"Bullshit," Emma said firmly. "It was insanely hot, okay?"

Regina huffed.

"Seriously, it was!" Emma said, now tapping her a fingertip lightly against Regina's inner thigh as though that would get her point across. "You look fucking hot when you come whether it is in five seconds, five minutes or five hours-"

"Five hours?" Regina interrupted and let out a strangled laugh. "Dios, I'm not sure whether I should find that terrifying or interesting."

"Alright, miss kinky," Emma laughed and teasingly wiggled the fingers she still had buried deep inside Regina.

Regina gasped.

"Wanna find out if I can make you come as fast as the first time?" Emma asked cheekily.

Regina didn't answer. She just moaned breathily.

Emma wiggled her fingers, thumping the pads against that ridged spot inside Regina. This time she didn't start out gentle. She instead aimed for hard and fast, and she dearly hoped that this fine hotel had thick walls. Otherwise it was very possible that one or two of the guests would complain over the noise Regina was making. She had reached that point where she was being quite loud. Emma recognized the pattern. Regina's first orgasm was always kind of quiet. But the second one, oh, the second one! Regina's second orgasm was always full of steam and moaning and Spanish words Emma never quite understood. And right now, that was the only thing Emma could think of. Bringing Regina pleasure once again. Making her speak rapid Spanish and moan. To hell with the other guests.

Regina's second orgasm was indeed glorious. And fast. Not quite as fast as the first one, but still fast. Fast enough for Emma's ego to grow another few sizes. Fast enough for Regina to mutter something about her lack of stamina. Talk that Emma immediately shushed away with a soft kiss.

"Any ouch?" she asked when she saw Regina shift slightly. "Is your ankle okay?"

"Sí. My ankle is fine."

"Awesome. What about the belly then?" Emma vividly remembered the Braxton Hicks Regina had suffered.

"Belly's fine too," Regina assured and rolled her hips slightly. "Your fingers are still…"

"I know," Emma snickered. "I figured you could handle one more."

Regina didn't deny that. But she still gave Emma a doubtful look. "What about you?"

"I'm okay for a little longer," Emma assured, moving her fingers slowly while considering her 'options'.

Regina blew out a long breath. "I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to return the favor. Physically, I mean."

"Don't worry," Emma said and smirked at her rather breathless girlfriend. "I'm sure we can work something out."

Regina laughed hoarsely. "Sí. We've always been…. Rather good at working things out."

"Indeed." Emma withdrew her fingers and couldn't help smiling at the look of sheer disbelief Regina was giving her. "Don't worry, honey," she said and gave her inner thigh a soft caress. "I figured I just wanted to… do something else." She licked her lips in a very telling matter. "Lie back and think of New York," she smirked at her girlfriend. She didn't waste time. Just bowed her head and licked slowly between Regina's thighs. Her taste exploded on Emma's tongue, and she groaned lowly, grabbing onto Regina's thighs and wondering how the hell she had gone three weeks without this.

Regina cried out. Loudly. She had clearly forgotten about the other guests too. And if Emma had her way, Regina would forget about them for the rest of the night. She was on a mission. A mission to welcome Regina to New York in a proper manner, and judging by the cries of pleasure Regina was letting out, she was doing a very good job.

To Be Continued…..

Spanish translations:

!Mierda!= fuck

¿Alguna vez has... tenido sexo en un ascensor?= Have you ever... Had sex in an elevator?

Aguafiestas= spoilsport.

Quizás...= Maybe...

Eres la cosa más hermosa que he visto en mi vida= You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.

Maravillosa. Absolutamente maravillosa= beautiful. absolutely beautiful.

Gracias= Thank you.

!Joder mi pie!= fuck my foot!

Estas mojada= You're wet.