While Regina spent the rest of the weekend viewing houses and trying not to check her email, Emma was trying to connect wither her kids, and make her girlfriend do the same.
"I don't know why I have to hang out with your kids." Belle huffed from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter. Emma sighed and stopped pouring their wine to give her lover an exasperated look.
"Because they're my kids."
"But you've spent the last year coming to me and complaining about how draining they are, and promising me a future with just us in it." Belle whined, pouting before blowing on her freshly manicured nails.
Emma couldn't argue that. So many nights she'd stormed out of an angry argument with Regina and dealt with it by fucking Belle with the kind of intensity one couldn't have without burning rage. When the kids pissed her off, when they were misbehaving, fighting or frustrating her, she would lock herself in her bedroom. And she'd video chat Belle at the office and have nasty video cam sex to release the tension.
Belle was her reprieve. And she had wanted nothing but Belle.
But once she'd left. She had realized, she missed her sons not being around.
And even though it had been her plan to leave it all behind, now, now she was determined to keep some of her old life, while making a new one.
"Just be cool. Regina's probably filling their heads with horrible things about you, she lied to me the other day, said you had bothered with her with some list or something, so just be prepared for some backlash." Emma warned her, re-corking the wine bottle, then taking a sip from her full glass.
"Ugh, Regina is such a cow." Belle complained, choosing to conceal the truth of her lover's ex-wife's words.
"I know. Believe me, I know." Emma handed her girlfriend a glass of wine and planted a kiss on her plump mouth.
"Mm, we could just leave those kids of yours watching TV, and you could try out that new strap on…" Belle murmured, glass in one hand, the other catching Emma's chin and holding her head still so she could kiss her harder.
Emma breathed in Belles sweet perfume and found her tongue inside the other girl's mouth as she moved closer to the bench and stood between her knees.
Belle wrapped her legs around Emma and shuffled closer, pressing her crotch against her, showing her desire as she moaned softly. She set her wine aside and entwined her hands in Emma's long blonde hair.
"Fuck me Emma, right here on this counter." Belle moaned, and slipped a hand into her own pants and pushed her fingers into her core, where she was already wet with arousal.
"My god you're dirty." Emma panted as she grinded against her girlfriend and put her hands up the sitting girl's shirt and squeezed her large breasts.
They continued like this for a few more seconds before freezing in place when they noticed someone slow clapping from the doorway. Emma whirled around to find Damon, her oldest, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, his expression incredulous. He gave them one final clap before crossing his arms.
"I see your priorities are in order Mom." He said sarcastically as both women fumbled to straighten their hair and clothes.
"Damon, we were just about to join you guys." Emma started, nervous under the judgemental gaze of her son.
"Don't bother, I've already called Mom, she's on her way to get us." Damon gave his mother one final look of disgust before turning and leaving the kitchen.
"Damon, kids, you don't need to go." Emma called desperately, following Damon as he headed for the front door where her other sons were already waiting with their coats and hats on.
"Yeah we do." Damon replied, taking Daniel's hand and leading him out the door.
"Henry?" Emma whispered before bursting into tears when her biological son shook his head.
All three exited, and Emma could see Regina's car in her driveway.
Belle came to stand beside her, and they watched the kids trek through the snow and climb into their other mothers car.
Emma squeezed Belle's hand tightly as Regina reversed out of the drive and drove away quickly, taking their kids with her.
"Don't worry about it." Belle soothed Emma, rubbing the taller girl's shoulders. "Come upstairs and I'll make you forget about it."
Emma wiped her tears away and managed a small smile as she closed the front door.
"Fuck me until all I can think about is you."