Regina and Kathryn were sitting around the TV in the lounge, poised and waiting for the referee to blow the whistle and signal it was time for the match to begin. As she watched her beautiful blonde standing further up the field, hands on her hips as she waiting for the game to begin, Regina found it hard to believe that Emma was her girlfriend, especially because she knew that millions of other people across the country would be watching her too.
The whistle sounded and the game began, exactly as it turned midday. They were seated and prepared not to move for the next forty five minutes, a bottle of wine and a variety of snacks spread out on the coffee table in front of them. Regina's eyes never left the screen, they didn't follow the ball, only tracking Emma when she was in shot, which was most of the time because she was their star player and they all fed the ball through to her at every opportunity.
"I know this is exciting but will you please calm down? She can't hear you." Kathryn doesn't want to dampen her friends enthusiasm but each time Emma has the ball at her feet the brunette jumps out of her seat to cheer her on, as if the blonde could hear her loving words of encouragement.
"Shush you. She's my girlfriend and I can cheer her on if I want." It was the sternest Kathryn had ever heard Regina speak. She held her hands up in surrender, a small smile playing at the edge of her lips, she was proud of her usually passive friend standing up for what she believed in, literally.
Regina didn't take her eyes off the TV as she spoke to Kathryn, she was still standing up as Emma knocked the ball backwards and forwards between her teammates in midfield as she looked for a gap to open up between the oppositions defence and the goal.
Kathryn took a sip on her wine as she decided that as annoying as Regina's jumping around was, it was worth it to see her so lively and happy.
Regina sat back down with a groan when one of the opposition players intercepted a sloppy pass between Fa and Lucas. "Morons!" She shouted at Emma's teammates for undoing all of Emma's hard work.
"Curb your vicious tongue," Kathryn jokingly scolded her usually meek friend.
Regina was never one to swear or name call, not even with a bland word like that, it was just another testament to her feelings for the athlete.
Before Regina could say anything in reply the intercepted ball was in the back of the Slayers net after a couple of well executed passes.
"Mother fucker!" The brunette shouts as she once again jumps up from her seat. Kathryn is left speechless as the brunettes outburst, her mouth gaping in shock.
Regina sits back down and swallows her glass of wine in one large gulp, fuming at the celebrating players for scoring against the team her girlfriend was on, even though that was their job.
The goal seemed to take the wind out of the Slayers and they kept having less and less possession as the first half came to an end. Regina watched as Emma and her teammates trudged off the field, their shoulders slumped and heads hung in shame and disappointment to be losing against one of the lesser teams in the league instead of edging closer to being champions.
In the dressing room the manager is trying to rally the players together. Shouting at them and ripping into them when they were already losing confidence in themselves wouldn't help to motivate them. So instead, the crappy pass that led to the goal was overlooked and that attention was put onto Emma to be their saviour as usual.
"Elsa, you need to sit further down the field and just feed the ball up to Emma. Mulan, go down the wing if you have to but as soon as you get into the other half look for Emma." The manager kept reeling off instructions but they were all basically the same; get the ball to Emma and keep the other players off her so she had room to work. It was the same in every game, all the opposing players would close in on Emma and try to minimise the space she had with the ball, the more space she had the more likely she was to score.
Emma was hoping she would have a spare few seconds to check her phone to see if Regina had text her before they had to go back out on the pitch again but there was no such luck, they were called to the tunnel just as the manager was finishing with the pep talk she was giving.
The pep talk had lifted their spirits and they started the second half in control, there were no more sloppy passes and Emma was getting a lot more of the ball, even though she couldn't do much with it because the opposition were crowding her.
As the game wore on, Ruby sliced a perfect pass to Emma who dummied one defender as Elsa lured another to the far side of the goal, leaving Emma open to shoot. When she did, the ball flew past the keeper with such power that even if the poor woman had got a hand to it, that still wouldn't have been enough to stop it.
"YESSSSSSSSS!" Regina shouts when the ball leaves Emma's foot and hits the back of the net. This time Kathryn is on her feet as well, cheering along with the brunette. Regina is squealing in delight, pride written across her face.
Emma celebrates with her teammates as the away crowd stamp and cheer in delight at the equaliser. The players all get back into position after celebrating so the game can continue as quickly as possible. There were only twenty minutes left for them to get at least one more goal and then shut down the game.
Regina had never had any reason to feel proud about anything in her life but this was certainly a time she could, her girlfriend, the woman that had chosen to be with her when she could have had anyone else she wanted, had just taken the Slayers one step closer to winning their first piece of silverware in the history of the club. The smile didn't leave her face until almost ten minutes later when Emma once again had the ball at her feet in front of the goal. As she pulled her right leg back to take a shot, the opposing number four, a stocky central midfielder, took Emma's left leg from underneath her with a poorly timed tackle, sending her crumbling to the floor and grabbing onto her ankle.
Regina's hands flew to her mouth in shock and concern as her girlfriend lay curled up on the pitch clutching her ankle.
"Shiiiit," Kathryn drawled out, her eyes switching from the TV screen to Regina, who looked like she was tearing up.
On the pitch the game had been stopped and the Slayers medical team were rushing over to Emma, first aid bags in hand as they prepared for the worst.
All Regina could do was watch the TV and wait until any news was passed through, but the commentators didn't know anything just yet.
After a few minutes of receiving a bit of treatment, Emma managed to stand up with some help from the medics as they held around either side of her to help her hobble off the pitch.
Regina breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Emma was able to stand, even though she could barely put her left foot on the floor. "My poor baby is hurt," she whispers, her hand reaching towards the TV as if she could touch Emma. She snatches in back quickly when she hears a low chuckle from Kathryn. Looking over at her she can see the silly smirk and raised eyebrow on her friends face, she ignores it and looks back at the TV.
Before the game begins again the referee shows the number four a red card and points to the penalty spot. The home team don't even bother to argue with the referee, both the red card and the penalty were well deserved.
Emma was their usual penalty taker but seen as she wasn't an option, Elsa was the next in line to take their penalties. The medics were trying to usher Emma down the tunnel for further treatment but she wouldn't go until the penalty had been taken. So she stood on the side-line, next to her teams dug out as Elsa places the ball on the penalty spot and takes a few steps back.
The goalkeeper stands in the middle of the goal, arms spread as she jumps up and down, trying to psyche out Elsa by taking up as much room in the goal as she can.
The referee blows the whistle and Elsa takes a run up to the ball, hitting it hard but not with her usual accuracy as she sends it flying into the stands behind the goal.
The collective cheer of the home crowd overpowers the groan of the visiting fans.
Emma shakes her head in disappointment and frustration, and with the help of the medics, makes her way down the tunnel. The first thing she does when they reach the dressing room is to check her phone, to the annoyance of the medics. She smiles when she sees the text message from her girlfriend waiting for her but her emotions are mixed, she had imagined returning home as a champion but as the seconds tick by the likelihood was diminishing. She felt like she had failed the only person that had every had any faith in her and that causes a frown to replace the smile on her face.
Regina: "Sweetheart, are you okay?" As soon as Emma had started going down the tunnel Regina had text her.
Emma: "I'm okay. Just about to get checked out. I'll see you in a few hours." She wasn't sure what she could say to the one person she never wanted to disappoint but had surely just done that.
Regina was pleased to see a text come through from Emma but she was left feeling perturbed at the coldness of it. It wasn't like Emma to be so short and sharp with her. She wanted to put it down to the blonde being disappointed in being taken off injured but her stomach managed to wind itself in knots of insecurity anyway.
"Everything okay?" Kathryn questions her sullen looking friend.
"Emma's being a bit short with me."
"Hunny, she's probably really stressed at the moment. She has literally just left the field because of an injury. Give her some time. I'm sure she will be back to her normal self by the time she gets home."
Regina nods, hoping that Kathryn was right. They both watch the last few minutes of the game play out in silence, the score not changing and the game ending in a draw.
The slayers all sat in the dressing room in misery rather than the celebration they had been hoping for.
"If the Boston Belles lose tomorrow we would still be champions," Ruby finally breaks the silence, "even if they win we just have to make sure we win next weeks game. There's still a chance for us."
"And what if Emma isn't fit to play next week?" Elsa ask the question that was everyone's mind. "We won't stand a chance."
Emma stayed silent as she sat against her locker, ankle support splint fixed around her foot. The medics had said that she had a slight twist to her ankle but with some rest and treatment there was a small chance she would be able to play next weeks game. She turned her phone over and over in her hands, a huge frown on her face, but not from the game or even the possibility of not playing in next week's game. It was because when she felt like shit she wanted to be with Regina and to talk to her. She was the only person in the world that could make the blonde feel better. She felt like an idiot for being so abrupt with Regina in her text but she had felt ashamed when it looked less and less likely that she would be returning home as a champion. Not being able to wait any longer she gives in and texts Regina. She knew she couldn't wait until she got home to know the answer.
Emma: "Are you disappointed in me?"
The knots in Regina's stomach relax when she read the new text from Emma. "Don't be silly. Of course I'm not. I am so proud of you. You were amazing today. The scones are still here for you."
Emma felt like she could breathe again. "I cant wait for them. Or to see you, I just want to be back with you."
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Regina ran out of the front door as soon the car Emma was in pulled up in the driveway. She rushed down the steps and helped the blonde out of the car. Emma immediately pulled the brunette against her, having missed the feel of the smaller woman since she had left the day before. "I've missed you so much," Emma whispers into silky brown hair as the driver unloads Emma's bag and crutches from the backseat. When the pull apart she grabs the crutches the medics had given her and Regina picks up her overnight bag, then they slowly they make their way up the steps to the mansion and inside.
"Are you in any pain," Regina asks?
"No, I'm fine. They've given me some pain killers and anti-inflammatories. And I have the most beautiful woman in the world by my side so I'm good." The blonde sweetly replies.
"I think your meds are making you delirious."
"Pffft… you know I'm right."
Regina shakes her head but smiles at the blondes sweet words. "I hope you are hungry, I've made us dinner. Kathryn had a headache and has she's gone for a nap so it will just be us eating."
"I'm always hungry for your cooking, sweetheart," she replies with a smile of her own.
After a delicious meal of spaghetti carbonara and two of her favourite scones, Emma is sitting happily at the dining table, her hunger satiated.
"That was soooo good," the blonde praises, patting her full stomach as Regina starts clearing away the dishes.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Regina replies as she collects the glasses from the table.
Emma curls an arm around the brunettes narrow waist and pulls her down onto her lap. "Leave those. You cooked, I'll do the dishes."
Regina leans down to kiss her, allowing the blonde to deepen the kiss when she gently swipes at her plump lower lip with the tip of her tongue. The brunette slips her hands around the blondes neck and gently scratches the skin below her fingertips, making Emma whimper into her mouth and pull the smaller body on top of her even closer.
Regina pulls back with a slow suck of the blondes tongue. She places her forehead against her girlfriends, who still has her eyes closed. "Shall we take this upstairs?" Emma's eye fly open. "Don't get too excited, dear.," she chuckles, "I can feel a knot in your neck, I just meant I can give you a massage."
"Really? That would be amazing," Emma excitedly replies. Having Regina's hands on her naked flesh in any capacity was always incredible.
"I'll give you a head start because you only have one good leg. You go ahead and I'll be up as soon as I've finished here."
"Forget the dishes. I may only have one good leg but I can still carry you upstairs."
"And cause yourself another injury? I think not. Now hop along and I'll be up in a moment," she teases as she gets up from the blondes lap.
"Hey, it's not nice to make fun of the physically impaired, you know?" She says with a fake pout.
When Emma finally manages to get to their bedroom she sits on the bed and ponders if she should strip, and if so, how far should she strip. Regina had only mentioned her neck and she didn't want to be too presumptuous so she only takes off her baggy tee and sits back against the headboard in her loose grey sweats that easily fit over her ankle support, and her white sports bra.
Only a couple of minutes later she can hear Regina begin to ascend the stairs, she greets her with a dopey grin when the brunette walks in the room, unable to hide her pleasure at what was about to happen.
Regina bites her lip at the sight of Emma's toned and slightly muscular body on show.
"Hi," Emma greets, her dimples accentuated by her large grin.
"Hi," Regina replies as she makes her way to the en suite, returning with a bottle of scented oil, stopping at the foot of the bed, still wearing the fitted black jeans and one of Emma's jerseys that she wore to watch the match. She places the bottle on the bed and reaches for the button on her jeans before pulling them down and off her toned legs, leaving her standing in only her panties and jersey, a look she knows the blonde loves. She still didn't feel like she was ready to go all the way with Emma, this was just what she would usually wear to bed but she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed the effect her small strip tease had on the blonde, she definitely noticed a twitch inside the grey sweats. "I just need to make sure I can comfortably kneel over you when I'm massaging you," she offers by way of explanation for taking her jeans off at the questioning look Emma was giving her.
She climbs onto the bed on her knees and crawls up until she's hovering over the blonde. Emma gulps at the slightly sexual atmosphere that she hadn't felt in a long time. She sat there frozen, unsure of what Regina was going to do. The brunette had told her it was just a massage but her behaviour suggested it might be more.
She sits on her knees and reaches for the waistband of Emma's sweats. "Up," she sweetly requests. Emma raises her hips off the bed, allowing Regina to pull them down her legs and discard them on the floor. She runs her hands up from Emma's knees to the edge of her boxers, just to feel the toned skin under her palms. "Turn over, for me?"
Emma eagerly nods and turns to lay on her stomach, the muscles of her back rippling as she gets herself comfortable by crossing her arms and laying her head on them.
Regina had never experienced a power like this before, Emma was obeying her every command and it made her core throb in excitement. She had never had control in the bedroom, she was always the one being used, but this feeling was like nothing she ever felt before. It gave her a confidence she could only have ever dreamed of. She knew by now that Emma would do anything she asked of her, but finding her voice and actually putting it into practice was a huge rush.
"You need to take off you bra, Emma."
"Oh, yeah, sure." She pulls it off quickly and throws it somewhere she can't see before getting back into position.
Regina scoots up, her knees on either side on toned thighs, just below her girlfriends peachy bum. She flips the cap on the bottle and squirts a little of the oil into her palm before flipping the cap back down and dropping the bottle next to her. She rubs her palms together to warm the oil up and coat her hands with it.
Emma mewls happily when firm but soft hands start gliding over her back. Regina uses her hands to transfer a coating of oil to ever inch of the blondes taut back before she really gets to work. She changes between using the heel of her hand and her thumbs to work out the tension in the blondes shoulder blades and along her spine. She firmly massages the surface of the muscles along the spine with the heels of her hands and then works back down, making circular motions with her thumbs as she eases out the knots. She is surprised to find a lot more tension in Emma's back than she had expected.
She feels like she's partly to blame for the stress that has built up in the blondes muscles and that thought grips her heart, momentarily stilling her motions.
"Mmm," Emma purrs at the interruption to her euphoria, too blissed out to be annoyed, "everything okay back there?"
"Yeah, everything's great. Could you just move your hair from your neck?" In that moment, as she's straddling her loving girlfriend, the woman they had never pressured her but had stood firmly be her side through a very difficult situation for weeks on end without asking for a single thing in return, she realises that this feels right to her. She wasn't worried about things going to far and she wouldn't be able to back out. Emma was giving her complete control, just like she had since the night Regina had broken down and confessed everything about her life and Gold.
Emma takes the hairband from her wrist and ties her hair up, exposing the nape of her neck.
Without any further thought Regina licks her lips and leans down, dragging her tongue over the newly revealed flesh.
"Mmmm… Regina," Emma groans into the pillow and she grips onto it with clenched fists.
"Do you like that, baby?" She asks as she nibbles on her earlobe.
"So good," she groans again as she writhes under the brunette.
"How about this?" She presses gentle kisses behind her ear then licks down her neck before closing her lips at the juncture between her shoulder and neck and sucking hard.
"Holy shit," she moans loudly as she thrusts her hips backwards. The semi in her boxers that she had been managing to keep under control was now a fully fledged boner. The warm wetness she felt between Regina's thighs when she thrust her hips backwards did nothing to quell her pulsing shaft.
It made Regina smile genuinely to be the cause of the enjoyment in Emma's body, as opposed to being the cause of the tension in her muscles.
"How about we work out the stiffness in your muscles some more?" The double entendre wasn't lost on the blonde, especially when Regina sits down on her girlfriends bum, pushing down until Emma's stiff cock was pressing into the mattress.
The hard press of Regina's panty clad pussy grinding against her ass and her hot mouth sucking on her neck has Emma pushing herself up after less than a minute so only her hands and from her knees down are touching the mattress. "Regina, I'm trying really hard to control myself but if you continue I won't be able to stop myself from ruining my underwear. I'm getting too… urm… excited." She's so glad that Regina can't see her face and her very crimson cheeks.
"Lay back down, Emma." Was all the Regina says to her.
She nervously does as she's told, unsure if she had let things get too far before telling Regina. She didn't want the brunette to think she only wanted to get off, but if she had eyes in the back of her head she would be able to see the huge smirk on Regina's face. The brunette had no anxiety or worries about what was transpiring between them at that moment. She knew she could trust Emma and that the blonde wouldn't push her boundaries. She was in control of what was happening and of how far this would go. She wanted Emma to feel good and she wanted to be that one to do that. It wasn't about getting the blonde off so she could feel useful or needed, it was about taking a small step that she felt ready for, and physically enjoying the woman beneath her. She knew Emma wouldn't try to turn this into sex and that small reassurance made her comfortable enough to continue.
She finds Emma's ear with her mouth again as she lays on top of her, her hard nipples pressing against the blondes back though her bra and jersey as she slowly starts grinding herself against her backside again. "You have been so patient with me, darling, and I'm not ready for everything just yet but I want this. Let me make you feel good?"
Emma contemplates the words, making sure there was nothing in them to suggest that Regina felt like she was under any pressure to do this. When she came up empty handed after dissecting each word she nodded her head. "Only if you are sure."
"I am," she confirmed with a hard grind against the toned ass as she begins sucking on her neck again.
Emma whined and whimpered at all the different sensations over her body. Even with two layers of material between her bum and Regina's pussy she could feel the heat and wetness beautifully. The incessant mouth on her neck and hard nipples rubbing against her back all served to send her to dizzying heights of arousal. She even began canting her own hips slightly to further satisfy her needy cock. She remembered the last time she was humping the mattress, that time she was eating Regina out, her tanned thighs clamped around the blondes head.
Regina was turned on but she knew she wasn't going to cum like this, but this was more about her making Emma feel good and moving closer to having a normal relationship with her. One in which she wouldn't have to consider the emotional repercussions of having sex with her girlfriend whilst she was still carrying the baggage from the abuse she had suffered.
Emma's eyes were scrunched closed as she did her best to hold back the orgasm that was fast approaching. The weight of her girlfriends body pressed against her back as Regina's wetness was soaking her boxers further, was just too much for her to fight against though. She was going to cum in her underwear like a teenager having a wet dream, but it was just too good to resist.
Regina intertwines her fingers with Emma's that are clenching onto the pillow, effectively pinning her down as she continues to grind against her firm bum. She stops sucking on her neck for a moment so she can whisper into her ear. "I'm so proud to be your girlfriend."
That was all it took to knock down the last of Emma's self-control. The blonde let out a high pitched moan, the likes of which Regina had never heard coming from the blonde before. Her hips stilled as her dick emptied into her cotton underwear, her whole body becoming rigid.
Regina slowed the motion of her own hips against the blondes bum and gently kissed her neck and cheek as Emma rode out her high. When the blondes breathing starts to return to normal and her grip on Regina's fingers loosens, the brunette rolls off her to lay beside her.
"Are… are you okay?" Emma tentatively asks as she opens her eyes too look at Regina. Her priority always being the brunette.
"Sweetheart, don't worry. I wanted that. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to." She replies as she strokes the blondes pink cheek.
Emma moves to lay on her side and places a hand around Regina's waist, careful to leave a bit of distance between them because of the mess in her boxers. "Do you want me to…" The rest is left unsaid as she looks down to Regina's crotch. She wasn't going to pressurise the brunette but she wasn't going to leave her needing either, the choice was Regina's.