Ruby turned to face Emma. She watched as she stood in front of the mirror in a worn-out T-shirt as she finished applying another coat of mascara.

"Here you go: black jeans, black sweater, leather jacket. Calvins optional." Ruby listed the items off, dangling the underwear off of her index finger before tossing them on the bed with the rest of the clothing items she'd laid out for Emma.

"Are you sure about this, Rubes?" Emma sighed as she walked through the small bedroom. "This feels a little too—" She paused, eyeing the tight black clothing. "Like I'm getting dressed just to get laid. I don't want to give her the wrong impression." Truthfully, she also didn't want to get her own hopes up.

"Oh, please," Ruby huffed. "From what you told me about last night, I'd bet my next three paychecks that neither of you will be able to get through an entire evening without jumping each other."

The look of dismay Emma shot back caused Ruby to laugh before shrugging.

"Emma, oh god. I just had a beautiful vision of her answering the door in some super hot skin-tight leather dress, ready to fuck you right up against the wall." Ruby fanned herself, smirking at Emma.

"How much porn have you been watching?" Emma teased. "I doubt she even owns a leather dress. She's a bit more—" she brought her fingertip to her lips in search of the correct word. "—sophisticated." The word tasted good on her tongue, deciding it suited Regina well.

"You should ask her. Maybe if she has some hot leather, she can model it for you tonight."

"Have I told you how much I hate you?" Emma joked, trying to force the image of Regina in leather pants out of her head.

"No, you don't." Ruby beamed. "Now get dressed!"

"I can't believe I'm actually letting you pick out my outfit," Emma sighed as she wiggled her way into the tight black jeans that fit like a second skin.

"You should listen to me more often," Ruby shamelessly eyed her up and down then shot her a playful grin.


The forecast called for rain, but Emma found herself driving in something more comparable to a small monsoon. When she fished out a tiny umbrella from her car door's side pocket, she sighed a breath of relief. She popped it open, grabbed her bag, and sprinted toward Regina's front door.

Before she could even knock, the door swing open.

"I saw you pulling in. I didn't want you waiting in the rain for long. It looks horrendous out there." Regina ushered her in and Emma thanked her as she dropped her umbrella in the corner and tugged at her boots. "You look very nice, Miss Swan."

Emma stood and looked down at her outfit, grateful the small umbrella sufficed in keeping her dry. Her cheeks warmed as she smiled back at Regina.

"Thank you. You look… wow." Her eyes trailed down and then back up slowly over Regina. Even for a casual movie night, Regina managed to look impeccably put-together in black ankle pants and a tight red blouse.

"I have a leather skirt that matches your jacket perfectly," Regina added, reaching a hand out to trace the hem of Emma's jacket. Suddenly, Emma thought back to what Ruby mentioned earlier about her probably owning a leather dress. She couldn't help the way her mind began to wander.

"Miss Swan?" Regina's tone snapped Emma back to reality. "Did I lose you for a minute?"

There it was again. That deep, throaty laugh that made Emma's stomach muscles flutter. Her mouth went dry.

"Sorry. I was just thinking of you in leather." Emma heard the words spew out of her mouth before she could stop them. But before she could backpedal, she caught sight of the gleam in Regina's eye as she smirked.

"You have quite a talent for filtering your thoughts, don't you?" Regina mocked.

Emma's cheeks burned again, and she quickly leaned down to rummage through her bag that was lying on the ground beside her discarded boots.

"I– um. I brought some wine and a few movie options," Emma held up three DVDs. "You pick."

Regina took another step closer, and Emma caught a hint of her Chanel perfume as she studied the movie options. When she caught sight of one in particular, Regina's eyebrow shot up.

"You brought a cartoon as one of our options?" She asked as she tugged at the DVD box and peered down. "Snow White?"

Emma swallowed, then crossed her arms over her chest. "I happen to enjoy that movie very much, thank you. But I also brought The Devil Wears Prada and Pretty Woman."

"Mm, while I approve of either of those two, I'd like to revisit this whole Snow White option."

"I just– I used to have a crush on the Evil Queen when I was a kid and I couldn't resist grabbing the DVD when I saw it at the library."

There it was again. That laughter that made Emma shiver. But this time, it wasn't mocking. Instead, it was warm and Regina popped open the box and walked toward the entertainment center against the living room wall.

"You actually want to watch that?"

Regina nodded once, queuing up the movie and avoiding an explanation to her decision. "I've made us dessert. I figured it might be more filling that just sharing popcorn. I hope you like apple pie."

"Oh, I love all pie, I'm not biased. But popcorn first." Emma's stomach growled quietly and she realized she'd been too distracted prepping her outfit to remember to eat dinner earlier.

The movie started playing, the blue screen with the Disney castle splayed across the large television display.

Regina returned carrying a bowl of popcorn and the uncorked bottle of wine. She filled the glasses that she'd set on her coffee table and Emma watched, curling up on the couch and tucking her legs to one side.

Regina handed her the wine glass then joined her on the couch, tugging a blanket closer.

"You're going to have to sit closer than that if you plan to share the popcorn, Regina." She patted the spot on the couch beside her and laughed. "I don't bite." She took a sip of the wine and smiled into her glass.

Emma's calm demeanor washed away the moment Regina scooted closer so gracefully. She could feel the heat radiating off of her and immediately felt the urge to lean in closer, but she resisted. Instead, she tried to hide her nerves by shoving her hand into the popcorn bowl and grabbing a small handful of popped kernels.

She could feel how close Regina was—and her lingering perfume was intoxicating—but she kept her eyes glued to the TV screen and tried not to sigh audibly.

"Are you cold?" Regina asked, breaking the silence as she placed her wine glass down on the table.

"I'm okay," Emma shook her head, but Regina pulled the blanket closer. Emma watched as Regina draped the burgundy throw blanket over her own waist. She scooted closer and took the popcorn from Regina.

They both grabbed another handful before Emma set the bowl down. When she leaned back against the couch cushion, she felt Regina's weight shift slightly before she wrapped an arm around Emma's shoulder and pulled her closer.

Appreciating the unanticipated gesture, Emma rested her head on Regina's shoulder and pulled the throw blanket over her own legs so they could share.

"Let me know when you'd like dessert. I'll put it back in the oven for a bit to reheat it."

"Oh, I'm not letting you go anywhere. Not yet." She smiled, and she could feel Regina's chest as she exhaled. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm just appreciating how nice this feels. I'm not used to having someone beside me, even if we are just watching a cartoon."

"You didn't have to pick this," Emma reminded her. But Emma turned her head slightly and smiled at her. Regina's eyes were dark, but the way she looked back at Emma was a sight that Emma hadn't seen before. Regina looked vulnerable. With soft eyes and her lips curling up slightly.

From the sight alone, Emma felt a familiar flutter in her chest that she'd grown used to feeling around Regina in her dreams. But this time was different. She felt safe, and she realized her own lips were curled up softly as well. She couldn't stop herself from leaning in and pressing her lips to Regina's for a soft kiss that lingered.

When she pulled away, she watched Regina bring a finger to her parted bottom lip as her eyes lit up. She traced her lips and Emma's eyes were glued to her.

"Don't give me that look, Miss Swan." Regina didn't sound intimidating like she usually did when she used that nickname.

"I'm sorry, you just look cute right now."

Regina cleared her throat and sat up straighter, shooting her an unamused look. "Well, I'd better stop looking cute and start looking more like this Evil Queen you have a crush on," She teased. "Should I be concerned that I have to compete with a cartoon?"

Emma's soft laughter filled the room and warmed her insides. "I had the crush as a child! I think it's just her confidence, I don't know. There's just something about her that used to make younger-me sweat a little." She rubbed at the back of her neck, hoping she didn't sound as ridiculous as she'd realized.

"If you say so, dear." She raised an eyebrow but her soft smile gave Regina's true thoughts away. "I'm going to warm up the pie."

Emma grinned innocently, suddenly giddy at the thought of pie. "Let me know if you need help."

Emma kept her eyes glued on Regina as she walked toward the kitchen, knowing with certainty that Regina could feel the weight of her gaze burning into her backside.

When she heard a loud groan echo from the kitchen, Emma frowned and paused the movie. "Regina?" She stood and furrowed her brow.

When she entered the kitchen, she spotted a very frustrated Regina rummaging through her freezer.

"Damnit," Regina huffed under her breath. She ran an aggravated hand through her hair before spotting Emma in the doorway.

"You okay?" Emma felt betrayed by her own body for feeling so aroused at the sight of an angry, cursing Regina.

"I'm– it's fine." Regina frowned and opened the freezer door again, her eyes searching once more. "I just forgot to buy vanilla ice cream."

Emma couldn't help but laugh. "If you're this worked up over ice cream, I'd hate to see how you react when someone tries to cross you." Emma widened her stance, but when she realized Regina still looked angry, she took a few steps closer to where Regina was standing.

She was about to tell Regina that she didn't need ice cream with her pie, but Regina looked like she was angry at herself for forgetting such a minor detail, and she quickly thought of a different approach.

"I have an idea," Emma peered out the window quickly and smiled. "It looks like the rain stopped. We can go together to the grocery store. We can walk and be back in no time."

Regina's stiff posture and tight frown both softened simultaneously as she pivoted on her heel to look at Emma. She peered at the ground for a moment but then nodded.

"Come here." Emma pulled her closer and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "We'll get the ice cream and then come back to finish the movie. Don't stress."

"Sorry, I don't mean to get worked up over something silly."

"Don't apologize, I get it. Now, let's go so we can get back and have that pie!"

Emma yanked her boots back on and laughed when she saw Regina slipping on her heels.

"You know I proposed that we'd walk to the store, right? Do you not own sneakers?"

"I'll have you know these heels are the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn," Regina stated matter-of-factly.

Emma tilted her head. "Nobody thinks heels are comfortable. But if you insist.

Regina locked the front door behind them and immediately reached for Emma's hand as they began the walk toward the street.

Once Regina paid for the Breyer's Vanilla Bean ice cream that she'd insisted was perfect with her apple pie, she reached for Emma's hand again as they exited the store.

Emma saw a few wandering gazes settling on them and she smiled when she realized that Regina remained unbothered. When the wind picked up, Regina shivered and Emma felt it. Letting go of her hand, Emma slid off her jacket and extended it out to Regina.

"Put this on," she insisted.

Regina shook her head. "I'm alright. You need it."

"Don't be stubborn. All you have on is that flimsy raincoat and your blouse. I have a sweater on. Besides, we don't have much further to walk," Emma insisted. Truthfully, being this close to Regina was causing enough heat to rush through her veins. And she already naturally ran warm.

Regina opened her mouth to protest, but then the wind picked up again and she took the leather jacket and slipped it on.

"Thank you." The warmth of the leather against her skin made Regina exhale, suddenly much warmer as she found herself wrapped in the vanilla scent that lingered on the jacket.

The wind picked up once again. This time, accompanied by a sudden downpour and a roar of thunder.

"Shit," Emma muttered. The icy cold rain struck her, shooting shivers up her spine. She picked up her pace, with Regina in her heels trailing beside her.

"Take those off, you'll walk faster." Emma had to yell over the echo of the rain on the concrete. She expected Regina to protest, but instead she watched as she kicked off the heels and dangled them between her fingers in one hand as the other interlaced with Emma's hand once again.

"Bet you wish you put on sneakers, hm?"

"Don't be smug or you're not getting any pie."

The rain transitioned into a proper thunderstorm by the time they were back at the front steps of the house. The rumbling of thunder echoed in the foyer as Emma pushed the door shut behind them.

Emma smiled when she saw a bead of rainwater laying atop of Regina's thick, dark eyelashes as she tugged her arms free of the wet leather. Without giving it much thought, Emma stripped her soaking wet sweater off over her head and tossed it to the floor. When she felt Regina's eyes burning into her exposed chest, she realized she was only in her bra and soaked jeans.

Regina cleared her throat. "How about I grab us both some dry clothing since neither of us will be going anywhere until this storm passes. Do you mind warming up the pie?"

Emma nodded, crossing her arms over her chest for only a moment before she realized Regina was holding out the bag of ice cream. She dropped her hand and retrieved it before darting toward the kitchen.

With the pie in the oven, Emma scrambled through the kitchen drawers in search of the ice cream scoop.

"Second drawer on the right," Regina said, smiling as she watched Emma navigate the kitchen in her bra and jeans, holding two plates that she'd planned to put the pie on.

Emma nearly dropped the plates when she turned and saw Regina. She had seen her dressed like this before – in one of her dreams. A black camisole wrapped around her torso but her bottom half was clad in oversized grey sweatpants. They hugged her hips, but reminded Emma of just how petite Regina really was.

Suddenly, all she could focus on was how acutely aware she was of her own heartbeat in her chest and the way her fingers ached to reach out and pull her in closer. She'd forgotten that she was shirtless until Regina held up light grey sweatpants and a tank top, snapping Emma back to reality.

"Thanks, Gina. I'll go and change in the bathroom," she said as she cleared her throat.

"Gina?" Regina blinked, the word sounding foreign on her tongue. "That's a new one."

Emma froze, then averted her gaze and rubbed at the back of her neck. "Sorry, it just slipped out. I meant to say Regina. I—" She was cut off by Regina's laughter.

"No need for apologies. My father used to call me that when I was very young." Regina smiled and Emma felt a rush of relief. At the first opportunity, she hurried toward the bathroom and tugged at the cold jeans until the finally slipped off of her legs.

They met in the living room, both dressed in their sweats, and Regina set the plate of pie down in front of Emma before reaching to pick up the remote and resume the movie. Emma scooped a large bite into her mouth and Regina kept her eyes on her.

"Mm, Regina. This is delicious."

"Careful, it's probably hot." Regina laughed as she watched Emma scoop another forkful into her mouth – clearly unbothered by the temperature. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you have my recipe."

Emma shook her head quickly. "It wouldn't taste as good. You'll just have to keep making it for me," Emma said with a smile.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I'm afraid it is."

They were both laughing over the sound of the movie when they quickly became engulfed in complete darkness. Emma jumped, her laughter now caught in her chest.

Regina stood, walking toward the window to peer through the drawn curtain. As soon as she did, the flash of lightning filled the room just moments before the thunder erupted, causing Emma to jump again.

Regina laughed. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark?" Her tone was half teasing, half concerned.

Emma shook her head. Storms didn't bother her. But something churned inside of her chest. All of this suddenly felt all too familiar to her. She quickly remembered why.

"Regina, do you have any matches?"

"I'll go get them. Are you sure you're alright here in the dark?" She teased only once before disappearing toward the kitchen.

Emma swallowed, knowing she'd come back in a moment, but not just with a match box for the candles. She'd be carrying a torch lighter and she'd use it to light the fireplace as well. Her dreams weren't just dreams. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she stood.

On cue, Regina walked back toward her, the shadow of her silhouette in the dark even more beautiful than Emma could've ever dreamed up. She lit the corner of the wood lying in the fireplace and then proceeded to light a few candles that were scattered around the room.

"It seems we won't be able to finish the movie," Regina laughed, opting to sit down on the floor beside the fireplace to keep warm.

Emma watched her from her spot on the sofa for only a moment before she stood and joined her. Chewing at her bottom lip, Emma studied Regina's features in the warmth of the dancing flames beside them. Her heart was racing, but seeing the way Regina looked so content reminded her that everything was okay.

There was no denying it anymore. Her dreams weren't dreams. There wasn't a Gina and a Regina. Gina was real. She was just Regina. Right here. Sitting in front of her.

But instead of that heightening her nerves, Emma exhaled. None of the logic on how this was possible mattered right now. Not when the woman she'd admired for so long was sitting right here in front of her, warmth radiating off of her body and warming Emma's insides.

"I know you were eager to watch your queen, but I can think of much more gratifying ways to pass the time." Regina whispered, the slow smirk building on her face and making Emma ache with a need that made her body tremble.

"Oh, yeah? You think you can think of something that competes with the Evil Queen? What did you have in m—"

Before Emma could finish her question, the delicate touch of Regina's fingertips tracing along her jawline halted her breath in her chest. She licked her suddenly-dry lips.

"You look so beautiful like this," Regina said just above a whisper. Trailing her fingers down lower, she sought out Emma's exposed collarbones. The skin was warm beneath her fingertips.

When Regina's fingers drifted across her chest, Emma couldn't hold back any longer. Pushing Regina backward onto the softness of the area rug beneath them, Emma climbed over her as their lips melted together. Regina let out an appreciative moan that made Emma tremble as it danced in her ears.

Their bodies were warm—lips pressed together like their lives depended on it—and Emma could feel the heat from between Regina's legs as she nestled her thigh against the building arousal. Emma rocked her hips forward, increasing the pressure in tandem with the soft moans and gasps slipping from Regina's mouth and vibrating on Emma's tongue.

Regina kissed with such precision, it made Emma tremble. Her mouth started off with just a ghost of a kiss, almost like she was touching something fragile. Then she'd let it get a bit more intricate, adding just the slightest bit of tongue before drawing back and leaving Emma needy.

"Regina, stop teasing," Emma groaned as Regina pulled her lips away until they were just out of reach.

"I have no idea know what you're talking about, Miss Swan," Regina whispered, taking Emma's bottom lip ornately between her teeth and biting down gently.

"God, you're such a tease."

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Regina's eyes grew dark and Emma felt like someone set her insides on fire. Emma sighed, realizing that even in their current position, Regina had complete control.

Emma grabbed ahold of Regina's neck gently, tilting her head slightly. The strands of long, blonde tresses that were still damp from the storm teased Regina's exposed skin. She made a trail of warm kisses down her jawline toward her ear, and Regina squirmed. Emma smirked, grateful that she'd already known about Regina's vulnerable spots.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Emma whispered into her ear with warm breath. When they locked eyes, brown burning into green, Emma's skin flushed and neither of them blinked.

Emma could feel Regina growing needy as her hips rocked against Emma, and the intense heat made Emma confident that Regina wasn't wearing anything underneath her sweatpants.

As her mouth continued to trail down her neck and over her collarbones, the tip of her index finger followed the same trail. She looped a finger under the strap of the lace camisole and traced over warm, tanned skin before pushing the fabric off of her shoulder. Her mouth fell to kiss just above the cleavage that spilled out above the top hem.

The other strap followed suit, and Emma pulled Regina up and straddled her waist before pulling the top over Regina's head and letting it fall beside them. Their lips collided again, but once Regina began tugging at the hem of Emma's white tank top, they broke the kiss to let it slip over her head.

Tugging Emma back down on top of her, Regina moaned at the feel of their bodies pressed against each other. Emma relished in the way she could feel Regina's heart racing. She indulged in the way it felt for a few moments, soon realizing that Regina's heartbeat was in sync with her own.

She kissed her again, with so much need and emotion lying underneath the kiss that she silently hoped Regina could feel on the receiving end.

Before Emma knew what was happening, Regina gripped at her waist and rolled them over. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her dark hair and smirked down at Emma – her eyes glistening as they drank in the sight of Emma underneath her. The way Regina's eyes bore into every inch of her body made it hard for Emma to breathe. Her lips parted, but she couldn't look away.

At the sensation of Regina's precise touch tracing the hem of the waistband holding the oversized sweatpants up, Emma trembled. She drew lazy circles across Emma's toned stomach muscles and then up over her hipbones until Emma was squirming beneath her.

"Regina, please."

"Mm?"

"I need you."

"You have me, dear." Regina's voice sounded like it had soaked up a gallon of arousal, each syllable dripping with lust.

Emma pushed herself up, wrapping Regina's legs around her waist before lifting them both off of the ground and carrying Regina to the sofa. She slowly lowered her down before straddling her and beginning to admire Regina's chest with her mouth once more.

As her tongue traced around a hardened nipple, Regina's head fell back onto the couch cushion and her hips lifted, silently begging to find any friction. Emma leaned back until she could grip both sides of Regina's sweats and tug them down. Her eyes trailed upward slowly – taking in every inch of bare, olive skin.

She licked her lips, a new level of desire greeting her as she saw a glimmer of Regina's arousal dripping down her inner thigh. It took every ounce of restraint to not kneel between her thighs and taste it.

Instead, she stepped out of her own sweatpants and felt her cheeks run warm as Regina's gaze shamelessly drank in every inch of Emma Swan on full display. Even with her legs spread and arousal dripping from her cunt, Regina didn't look the slightest bit vulnerable. Her confidence and demeanor remained steady as she licked her lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Emma."

Emma's pulse quickened, wetting her lips as their eyes lingered on each other's. Emma straddled her again, kissing her once before pulling back and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're perfect." She meant that in a way that went far beyond just the way her body looked at the moment. "And if I don't touch you right now, I think I might die."

Regina laughed and she began to say something, but nothing but a loud moan slipped past her lips. Emma's soft fingertips grazed up and down through soaked folds, her own arousal pooling between her thighs in tandem.

"Don't tease," Regina tried to command, but the intimidation was drowned out by her own soft moans.

"What? Can't win at your own game, Madam Mayor?"

Regina's eyes narrowed and, when Emma saw the fiery look in her eyes, she swallowed. Part of her wanting to continue challenging Regina to see how far she could push her, but the one glance she'd received made her think she should know better than to test her.

"Don't try and test me. Now, do as I say and fuck me." Her tone left little room for argument and Emma pushed two fingers deep inside of Regina immediately. Regina cried out as her hips arched off of the couch.

Emma kept her pace slow. When Regina's hips trashed harder against her hands, she pulled her fingers out and dragged them up to coat Regina's cunt in her own arousal and tease her further.

When Regina groaned, Emma pinned her hip down with one hand and knelt down between her legs before pushing two fingers back inside to continue her slow pace.

Regina's throaty moans and the way her body writhed in the candlelight encouraged Emma to quicken the pace, curling her fingers up as she felt her own soaked cunt dripping down her thigh – her core burning with a need she'd never experienced this deeply before.

She lifted the hand that had Regina's hip pinned and teased up Regina's thigh before settling her thumb against her clit.

"Emma, oh– fuck."

Circling her clit, she increased the pace of her fingers inside of Regina, feeling the walls of her cunt clenching and releasing over and over.

Regina was practically trashing off of the couch and Emma removed the pressure on her clit to push her hips back down, replacing her thumb with her tongue.

"Fuck," Regina cried out, her hips fighting under Emma's tight hold that kept her pinned in place.

Emma's tongue circled her clit then flattened over the surface of the sensitive bud of nerves.

"Emma, fuck — I'm coming." She panted between moans. "Don't stop."

Emma did as she was told, not even considering the idea of stopping. Her tongue swept over her clit in a steady rhythm and she curled her fingers up again.

Unable to resist, her gaze shifted up so she could watch Regina come undone. The sight and the sound of it took Emma's breath away as she threw her head back—hair wild as it splayed across the couch cushion—and lost her breath completely.

When Regina's body trembled, Emma eased up on her pressure until she came down from the high and her eyes fluttered open softly.

"Mmm, god. Emma." Regina gripped at Emma's arm and tugged her upward until their lips hovered dangerously close again. They both licked their lips – Regina to regain needed moisture she'd lost, and Emma to taste Regina on her lips once more – before Regina buried her hands into Emma's blonde curls and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Emma was too consumed in the taste of Regina's lavish lips on hers to notice Regina was slowly making an effort to stand. She opened her eyes and stood up, studying Regina intently.

Regina trailed her mouth all the way down to Emma's ankles, kissing her intricately once more and making her way up Emma's right leg. Emma stood completely still, not daring to move, aside from the uncontrollable quiver when Regina's mouth reached the sensitive skin on her inner thigh.

When the warmth of Regina's breath teased just below her throbbing cunt, Emma held her breath in anticipation. She knew her arousal was dripping down her thigh, and Regina ravished the taste of it on her tongue.

Her mouth was so dangerously close to Emma's clit but instead, Regina placed a warm kiss just above it before making her way down then back up the other leg and Emma groaned.

"Regina."

"Patience, Miss Swan."

"Shit–" Emma's breath hitched, too aroused for her own good.

"Be a good girl and stay still," Regina commanded, and Emma bit her lip to hold back her moan.

"None of that. I want to hear you."

Emma obeyed, parting her lips and allowing her moans to escape as Regina's mouth tended to the crease between her inner thigh and her cunt.

"Tell me what you want, Emma."

"I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. I want you, Regina."

Regina was satisfied with that answer and she rewarded Emma with what her body needed.

When the firm pressure of her tongue grazed her clit, Emma's whole body shuddered. Regina wrapped one arm around her waist and held her steady as she continued lapping her tongue between her folds and up over her sensitive clit.

She slipped two fingers immediately into Emma, knowing her body was more than ready for it. The way Emma moaned and threw her head back was a clear indication and she felt her already beginning to come undone.

She increased the pressure on Emma's clit as she added a third finger, Emma's body reacting deliciously with little protest.

Emma reached down to grab ahold of Regina's hair, brushing through it gently while also holding it in place in fear that Regina might pull away. But Regina wouldn't dare to do such a thing. She wanted nothing more than for Emma to come undone at her mercy and to spend the rest of the night fucking her until she couldn't take any more.

"Regina, oh. God," was all Emma could manage to say before her body tightened and her orgasm washed over her. Regina moaned louder, against Emma's soaked cunt.

When Emma was able to steady herself, she fell backward on the couch and pulled Regina up on top of her as their hearts pounded together as one. Regina flicked her gaze up at Emma, who was intricately studying her in admiration.

"You're so beautiful," Emma whispered. She combed the dark hair out of Regina's face and guided her head down against her own chest. Neither of them uttered another word as their eyes fell shut and they drifted to sleep.