She feels like she's fighting against her own body, it refuses to shift out of first gear for her. She tries to blink her eyes open but the little bit of light that hits her retina's has her shutting them again. It's only then she becomes aware of the pounding in her head and the roiling in her stomach. She tries pulling the duvet over her head but even that small effort has her body protesting. She grunts and decides that staying very, very, still is the best course of action.
"Hello, sleepyhead." Even her girlfriends normally dulcet voice was painful to hear. She wants to acknowledge her but before she can she falls back into unconsciousness.
After not receiving a reply, Emma peers over at the brunette and can see she has fallen back to sleep. She takes the bucket that she had placed on the floor on Regina's side of the bed in the middle of the night, figuring the brunette was over the worst of it now.
Emma had woken up quite a while earlier and had showered and gotten dressed before making breakfast and checking out all the news coverage of their win the day before, there was also plenty of coverage about their new relationship.
She was laying across the couch, halfway through the Daily Mirror's article covering the big win and the mystery brunette that celebrated with her, when Kathryn and Ruby both come stumbling and giggling into the lounge like a pair of teenagers.
Kathryn had left the party with Ruby at around midnight. Regina was far too busy making new friends and drinking champagne to leave with them. At around three in the morning when most people had started to dissipate, Emma had gotten one of the club chauffeurs to take them home, planning on picking up her car another time.
Earlier that morning:
"Well, good morning you two," Emma drops the paper on her lap and crosses her hands behind her head and she grins at them both. Neither of them are the type to blush easily, not like she or Regina would.
"Good morning, Swanny," Ruby cheerfully replies. "Is the Mrs still in bed? She was in quite a state when we left and I heard her blowing chunks in the night," she finishes with a grimace.
"She's sleeping it off. And you can talk... the noises I heard coming from you guys last night."
"Who's for coffee?" Kathryn offers as a change of direction from the conversation.
"Please," Emma says.
"I can't, I had better get going, I promised my grandmother I would go and see her today." She gives Kathryn a small kiss on her cheek and says her goodbyes before letting herself out.
Emma follows her through to the kitchen and sits on the counter as Kathryn brews a fresh jug of coffee. "Soooo... you and Ruby? I think I might know an FBI agent who may not be too happy with that," She says with a cheeky grin.
"It was just one night," Kathryn counters. "Did you guys have a good night?"
"Not as good as yours," she teases. "It was a good party but Regina hit the champagne a bit too hard. I didn't have the heart to stop her, she was having so much fun."
"She won't be when she wakes up," Kathryn laughs, not a trace of sympathy for her friend in her voice.
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The second time she wakes up, both her head and stomach have settled somewhat and the light doesn't hurt quite as much when she open her eyes, but she still doesn't feel at all right. The only thing that is worse than when she first woke up is that there doesn't seem to be any sign of the blonde. She takes a moment before slowly sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She silently sings her girlfriends praises when she notices a bottle of water and a packet of Advil on her nightstand. After taking a couple of the tablets with just a small sip of water, she didn't want to push her luck with fragile stomach, she starts thinking about the night before. She can't remember too much but the flashbacks that are running through her mind are enough to make her want to curl up back under the duvet and never leave the bed again.
After a few more sips of water, that help sooth her parched throat, she feels well enough to finally get out of bed and go in search of Emma, and something to eat she muses when her stomach rumbles, but not before brushing her teeth. It's only when she gets out of bed, steadying herself against the nightstand, that she realises she's wearing a pair of Emma's sweatpants and one of her baggy tees but she has no recollection of how she got into them. Her brain feels like it's bouncing around in her skull with every step she takes down the stairs, she holds on to the banister like a geriatric as she descends the staircase.
There's no sign of Emma, or even Kathryn in the lounge so she wanders into the kitchen, but that too is empty. She turns on the coffee machine and has a look through the window to see if she can spot either blonde in the garden, Kathryn is out there laying on a sun lounger, soaking up the sun, so she makes her way over to her.
"Hey," Regina greets her friend in a dry, cracking voice. She coughs to clear her throat and pushes the blondes legs to make room for herself to sit at the bottom of the lounger.
"Hello," Kathryn practically sings, making Regina wince a little at the volume of her greeting, "how are you feeling? Emma said you had a good time last night."
"I'm paying for it now," she huffs. "Where is Emma?"
"She went for a workout after lunch, I assume she's still there."
"What did you get up to last night? I hardly saw you all night," for the first time since sitting down she looks up at her friend, who is only wearing a red bikini, and her eyes automatically get drawn to the light bruising around the blondes neck. A flash of the night before runs through her mind, Kathryn and Ruby were practically inseparable in the corner of the room before they left together. "Noooo... did you... with Ruby?"
"Maybe," she says as she tries and fails to suppress a smile.
"But Fred… and she's a woman," she knew the last part was a silly comment to make because she was also with a woman.
"At the moment there's nothing between Fred and I, and there can't be, not until all of this is over anyway. I like him, he's sweet and interesting and maybe in the future there could be something." She sits up and takes Regina's hand. "We have just missed out on the last decade of our lives and I refuse to miss out on anymore of my life. I had a good time with Ruby, a reeeeally good time, and if the chance arises again then I wouldn't be opposed to it. For the first time in so long I get to choose who I fuck and last night I wanted to fuck Ruby."
Regina looks at her friend, she really looks at her and the difference between them hits her hard. Kathryn has been through just as much as she has but the blonde has chosen to live in the now and hope for the future, whereas she is still living in the past. Her life has changed in a bigger way than she could ever have imagined but her head is still back in Gold's. Emma and Archie had helped her in so many ways and she was doing really well but she was still holding back. She knew she was going to have to give that topic a bit more thought but maybe that could wait until her hangover had subsided. "So you are going to see Ruby again?"
"We swapped numbers, so maybe. Anyway, enough about me, I want to know about your night. You were like the belle of the ball last night… a drunken belle," she adds with a wink.
Regina covers her face in shame at getting drunk, it was the first time in her life that she ever had. "Did I do anything to embarrass Emma?" She asks from behind her hands.
"No, I really don't think so, she didn't mention anything. When we left you guys were sitting with a few other people, just drinking and chatting. I did tell you to go easy on the bubbles before I left but I guess you didn't listen," she says smugly.
"OH MY GOD! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."
"What?"
"Shit. I think I threw up on Emma." She pales and her eyes go wide as she remembers vomiting in the bathroom and apologising to her girlfriend.
She doesn't mean to but she can't help but laugh at the brunette. "You were sick a lot, it almost killed the mood. But don't worry, there was nothing embarrassing in any of the newspapers and Cruella's backstory seems to have worked."
In her hungover state she had almost completely forgotten that not only the match but Emma's personal life would also be spread all over the media this morning. She rushes inside to find her girlfriend and see if she will be able to fill in the blanks in her memory, leaving a bemused Kathryn behind her. She goes straight past the freshly brewed coffee and straight to Emma's home gym. The sound of her girlfriend running on the treadmill can be heard before she even enters the room. The sight that greets her can only be described and heaven wrapped in lycra. The treadmill faces away from the door, towards a TV that hangs from the ceiling, a replay of the previous days game illuminates the screen. Emma's hair is tied up in a ponytail, a pair of workout shorts and a sports bra is all that separates her from Regina's hungry glare. Her skin glistens as sweat trickles down her back, her hard breathing is the only other sound that accompanies her quick footwork. For a moment Regina is taken back to one of the many nights in Emma's bed or on top of the nearest piece of furniture when Emma would be sweating a breathing hard. She shakes away her carnal urges and closes the door behind her, the noise lets the blonde know she is no longer alone.
Emma looks to the mirror covered wall in front of her and sees her girlfriend, she reduces the speed of the treadmill until it stops.
"Hey, beautiful," she says as she jumps off the machine, "how are you feeling?" Grabbing a towel from a wall rack she wipes her face and leans in to kiss the brunette.
"Like I drank too much," they both laugh at that, "did I do anything stupid last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did I embarrass you?" She blushes and looks at the floor after asking. "I don't remember very much."
Emma takes the brunettes chin and her hand so she can look at her. "You did nothing embarrassing. I was so proud of you. You made more friends last night than I have in the whole time I've been at the club, everyone loved you."
"But I got drunk." She thought that was enough of a reason for Emma to be embarrassed of her.
"Everyone was drunk. It was a celebration," she nonchalantly replies.
"You weren't," Regina counters.
"No, but that's because I was keeping an eye on you."
"It was your night. You shouldn't have had to look after me. Did I throw up on you?" She had intended on broaching that subject a bit more tenderly but she just had to know.
"I had an amazing night, baby." She kisses the brunette again and places her hands over her girlfriends hands that she's wringing tightly in front of herself. "You did kind of throw up on me a bit but that was my fault really, I didn't get you to the toilet quick enough." Regina shuts her eyes tightly in self-loathing. "Don't worry about it. We've all done it. Just answer me one thing, did you have a good time last night?
"Yes, from what I can remember."
"That's all that matters. I saw a side of you last night that I haven't seen before. You seemed so carefree and relaxed. I loved every second of it. I would let you puke on my every single day if it meant you let those walls of your down."
"That's sweet but disgusting, and I'm not sure if you are suggesting I should become an alcoholic," she smiles for the first time since waking up. She moves to hug Emma but the blonde takes a step back.
"I'm sweaty and gross." She starts wiping the towel over herself to prove her point.
"Shut up and hug me, Miss Swan." Regina takes the towel from her hands and drops it on the floor.
The blonde does as she's told and pulls the brunette into her arms and against her sweaty body, burying her face in brunette locks. "Coach called me earlier and told me they have managed to pay off the reporter you had a fight with, by the way." Regina gasps and pulls back in horror, her mind working overtime to try and find that particular memory. Emma's laughter pulls her from her search of her memory bank. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," Emma apologises for teasing her as she tries to control her laughter.
"You're mean." She tries to feign repugnance but Emma's laughter is contagious and she end ups laughing as well. "I'm going to have a coffee and then I'm going to go for a shower, do you want to join me?" Regina asks the blonde with a wink when the laughter subsides.
"Yes, definitely." If she nodded her head any harder it would fall off.
""Good, I didn't want to have a coffee on my own," she replies with a devious smirk.
"No… I meant the shower bit. I want to shower with you." She looks at her girlfriend like a kicked puppy.
"Oh… I only meant joining me for coffee," she walks towards the door and looks back at Emma as she opens it, "sucks to be messed with doesn't it?" She say with a wink as she leaves the room and closes the door behind herself.
"Now who's the mean one?" Emma shouts after her.
After some apologising and pleading from the blonde as Regina drinks her coffee, and after Regina eats the sandwich that Emma insisted on making her when she heard the brunettes stomach rumble, they both make their way upstairs to their en-suite. Emma was practically dragging the brunette upstairs in her rush to get in the shower with her.
Once they are in the shower Emma lathers up a body puff and gently begins washing her girlfriend, who is more than happy to relax against the blonde and receive her full attention. She slowly drags the soapy sponge up one arm and across her chest, swapping it to her other hand so she can cleanse the other side of her lovers body, earning a happy mewl from the brunette.
"Are you feeling any better, sweetheart?" The blonde murmurs from behind her as she kisses her shoulder.
Regina is already starting to feel more human, the Advil had kicked in, she has food in her stomach and the coffee is running through her veins, brining a little life back to her. The warm spray relaxing her muscles and Emma's loving hands washing her are just an added bonus. "A lot better, my girlfriend has taken really good care of me."
"She sounds like a keeper, you had better hold on to her."
"I plan to," the brunette says as she turns around and slips her arms arounds Emma's neck and pulls her in for a demanding kiss.
The blonde drops the body puff so she can use her hands to squeeze the curvy backside she so adores. Between her lovers dominating tongue massaging her own, hard nipples pressed against her own chest and the firm flesh of the brunettes backside in her hands, her cock starts swelling against her will. She wishes she was able to be intimate with her girlfriend without her dick always embarrassing her by wanting more, it was important to her that Regina knew she wasn't just after sex.
Regina slips her hands down the blondes body and pulls her hips back against her own body when she feels Emma take a step back because of her cock stirring to life. "It's okay, Emma. I want to feel you against me," she whispers against pale pink lips, as she presses her own pelvis more firmly against Emma's now fully inflated member. "I love you so much, darling."
"I love hearing you say that," the blonde smiles as she presses her forehead to the brunettes, a happy grin gracing her face, "and I love you more than I thought it was ever possible to love someone." As soon as the words are out of her mouth the brunette is claiming her lips again and slipping her hand between their bodies to firmly grip her pulsing dick. Regina pushes her against the marble wall and widens her stance just a little so she can rub the leaking head of her girlfriends dick against her clit. They both moan into the kiss and Emma squeezes the firm backside in her hands a little harder.
Regina drags her lips over Emma's before slowly moving them to her girlfriends strong jawline and down her neck. The blonde lets her head fall back against the shower wall and closes her eyes, enjoying the sweet attention of the brunettes eager lips. She sucks in a harsh breath when her girlfriends warm mouth engulfs her nipple and suck it, her tongue toying with the hard bud inside her mouth. It's then her hands leave the perky backside and tangle into dark locks, Regina pulls back and releases the nipple from her mouth with a small pop.
When Emma feels Regina step back, the warmth surrounding her bulbous tip no longer there, she opens her eyes and looks down to find Regina on her knees. The brunette reaches out for the hard shaft in front of her face, gripping the base as she licks the precum from the tip with the flat of her tongue and swallows it down with a salacious wink.
"Oh god," the blonde whimpers as plump lips close around her deep red cockhead. She hadn't realised just how much she missed the brunettes mouth on her dick until that very moment. She watches as that incredible mouth sinks further down her dick until it's about half way down.
Regina hollows out her cheeks and drags her mouth back up to the tip, sucking up the length of the throbbing shaft as her hand jerks the base. Emma wants nothing more than to weave her fingers back into the brunettes hair and guide that glorious mouth up and down her entire length but this had to be about what Regina is happy to do. Watching her dick disappear in and out of the brunettes mouth is almost hypnotic and deeply erotic.
The brunette keeps swallowing the warm liquid that drips onto her tongue, humming around the cock at the addictive taste. She looks up through her lashes to see the blondes head has fallen against the wall again, her eyes tightly screwed shut and her mouth agape as she pinches at her own nipples. Her own core is throbbing and in need of relief, relief that only Emma has ever been able to provide for her. She doubles her efforts, using one hand to massage her heavy balls, whilst the other squeezes the base of her dick as she lowers her mouth further down until the sticky tip is rubbing at the back of her throat.
"Fuck," Emma moans between gasps of breath. Her thighs shake from the intensity of the coiling in the pit of her stomach. "Baby, I'm so close."
Regina removes her hand from the base of her dick so she can sink her mouth lower, until her nose is pressed against Emma's pelvis and all eight inches are down her throat. She feels one of Emma's hands on her shoulder, trying to push her away. "Too close, Regina," was all the blonde could manage to mumble through gritted teeth.
She purposely ignores the warning, her free hand tangles with the one on her shoulder, gently squeezing it, hoping that Emma gets the message that it's okay to let go. She holds her balls more firmly and swallows around her cock, the muscles at the back of her throat close around her tip, cradling it tightly.
Emma can't fight the snapping of the coil in her gut as she unloads rope after rope of thick cum down Regina's throat with a primal shout that rips from her chest. Every squirt from her tip is pure bliss, so intense that she feels like her legs may give out at any moment.
Regina swallows everything she can, but there's so much it starts dribbling from her lips and down her chin. She doesn't pull back until there's nothing more for Emma's dick to give her and it starts to soften. With a final suck of the tip Emma's dick leaves the warm mouth and Regina uses her finger to scoop the cum on her chin and sucks it off, Emma's half lidded eyes watching it all. Her chests heaves up and down and Regina's wicked smile as she licks her own lips is what finishes her off. She slides down the wall until she's sitting in front of the kneeling brunette.
"Jesus, Regina… that was… incredible," she manages to say between deep breaths. Regina moves off her stiff knees and straddles the blonde lap, kissing her deeply so the blonde can taste herself on her tongue. The blonde hums in satisfaction at the taste of herself in her lovers mouth and the feel of her Regina's wetness pressing against her lower stomach. "You are so incredible," the blonde whispers against her lips as she nuzzles their noses together.
"It's your turn to be incredible," she whispers back before giving the blondes lower lip and little nip and standing up. Her throbbing apex is just inches from Emma's mouth, the blonde can smell the intoxicating scent of her excitement. The brunette places one hand against the wall and reaches down with the other to the back of Emma's head and guides her mouth to where she needs it most. The athletes fatigue from her own immense climax soon vanishes when the first taste of her lovers essence touches her tongue. She intends to take it slow and ravish Regina for as long as she can but the brunettes fingernails digging into her skull as her mouth is pushes against her dripping centre, asks for something else entirely. Her hands find purchase at the back of Regina's thighs and she places one leg over her shoulder so she's open wide for her eager mouth. She sucks on the bundle of nerves and slowly drags the flat of her tongue over it, the sharp pinch of nails in her scalp letting her know how much the brunette was enjoying it.
"Inside…" Regina breathlessly commands. Emma drags her tongue lower until she's sinking the warm muscle deep inside the brunette. Regina slowly starts canting her hips against the tongue inside of her as she takes one of Emma's hands and guides it to her clit. "Rub me."
Emma loves that Regina is taking control and asking for what she wants, and she is more than willing to give her it all. The warm channel surrounding her tongue twitches when her index and middle fingers rub along either side of her lovers swollen nub. Curvy hips move faster against her mouth as her hair gets pulled harder but she doesn't register the pain through her lust filled mind. She presses her tongue against the brunettes front wall, the tip of it making contact with a small spongey patch, eliciting a deep moan from the woman above her. She's addicted to the breathy, wanton moans of her lover and so she flicks her tongue with more speed and pinches her clit until Regina's tight walls clamp around it and her essence is flowing freely into the blondes mouth as Regina moans and whimpers through her climax. The brunette rides against the tongue inside of her, milking every last spasm her body has to give until she's so sensitive she has to pull away for her lovers touch. With a contented sigh she unwraps her leg from the blondes shoulder and sinks down onto her lap.
Emma holds her tight and they share tender kisses and sweet words until some strength returns to their tired limbs and they can finally stand up to finish off their shower. Once they are done they get dressed and go to join Kathryn in the garden to catch the last hours of the late afternoon sun.
"Fred called not long ago…" Kathryn informs them as they both pull their own sun lounger next to her.
"Awkward," Emma stage whispers to Regina, making her laugh and earning the middle finger from Kathryn.
"He said they've set a new date for the case, it's next Monday but nothing had really changed with it, Gold is still pleading innocent and no one has retracted their testimonies.. He also said David has asked for one of you to call him."
"It must be about Sidney, I'll go get my phone," Emma says to Regina, neither of them acknowledging the cases new start date because it didn't really change anything.
"Was Emma able to enlighten you about any misdeeds you may have committed last night?" The blonde asks her friend when Emma is out of earshot.
"Apart from being sick? No, apparently I did nothing more than make friends and drink. It appears my evening was a lot less eventful than yours."
"So spending the day in a VIP box at the Slayers stadium, followed by a night of celebrating after your girlfriend, the star player of the team I may add, wins the league trophy is now classed as uneventful? It wasn't that long ago an uneventful night meant having a punter that didn't want anal," she says ruefully. Regina scrunches her nose at the thought. "Ruby and I watched you both from across the room, you know? She is so in love with you. She looked like the cat that got the cream and that was nothing to do with any of the trophies she won. Everyone in the room had their eyes on her but she only had eyes for you."
Just then Emma walks back out into the garden with her phone next to her ear. "Yeah, I agree. It sounds like the best option. Okay. Thanks, David." She hangs up and sits at the bottom of the lounger Regina is on.
"Was it about Sidney?" Regina asks.
"Yeah. David said that he has a history of mental illness and stalking so we could either take him to court, which would probably end up in us either getting a restraining order against him, or at best, six months in prison. The other option was to not press charges and they will see to it that he has a much longer stint in a mental institution where he can at least get some help. I told him to go for the latter option."
"That's probably for the best," Regina agrees, not wanting to deal with another court case and the fact that this way, Sidney would be out of their lives for a lot longer, hopefully even forever.
"Ok, that's enough serious talk for today. I don't want to hear anymore about Gold or Sidney. We should be relaxing and enjoying the sun," Kathryn says with finality. Neither woman argues with her and they spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying the sun and each other's company, talking about much lighter subjects..
When the temperature starts to drop later in the evening Emma lights the fire pit on the terrace so they can sit outside and still enjoy the lovely summer evening. Both Emma and Kathryn have a few beers but Regina sticks to tea, not wanting to tempt fate now that she feels well again. The brunette settles against Emma's side, her legs curled up on the outdoor couch they are sitting on, as she finally gets the chance to browse the papers that Emma had had delivered that morning. She was happy to not find anything negative about her or Emma in any of the articles. On the contrary, the coverage was nothing but positive about the star of the match and her 'beautiful partner' who had recently returned to the United States after spending years abroad as an au pair throughout Europe. Cruella's backstory had seemed to work, she had given Regina a boring past that no one would think to dig into and the press had bought it.
"I'm starving, what do you guys want to eat?" Emma asks after finishing her third beer.
"Pizza," Regina immediately answers. She wasn't one for junk food but she had been craving something greasy since the nausea of her hangover had passed. Kathryn nods her head in agreement.
When they had finally decided on which toppings they all wanted, Regina had been teased for wanting pineapple on hers, Emma placed an order with her local pizzeria and then grabbed herself another beer and went back out to the garden. Kathryn had taken her place on the couch and the two women were huddled around her phone watching something. It was only when Emma got closer to them that she figured out what they were watching, it was a highlight video of yesterdays game.
"Seriously?" She questions the women. "You were both at the game, why are you bothering to watch clips of it?"
"Shush you, If I want to watch the highlights of my hot girlfriend kicking ass, then I will." Emma rolls her eyes and sits down next to them, a smile twitching at the sides of her lips. They watch a few more videos and then scroll through the comments, all of which are positive, to Regina's glee.
When the pizza arrives Emma tips the delivery man and takes the three boxes to the garden, placing them down on the glass table, foregoing plates and cutlery, because in Emma's words, that is no way to eat pizza.
"I can't believe I'm with someone who can eat pineapple pizza," the blonde says with distaste in her voice as she takes a slice of her peperoni pizza from its cardboard home.
Regina smiles and takes a big bite, after swallowing it she whispers to the blonde, "it's the second best thing I've had in my mouth today."
"I don't know what you just said but from Emma's blush I know it was something naughty," Kathryn says with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Emma averts her eyes and takes another bite of her pizza as Kathryn and Regina share a giggle at the blondes embarrassment.
Hours later, when the sun has set and the stars twinkle in the sky, Kathryn decides to call it a night and catch up on the sleep that Ruby had deprived her of the night before.
"We should go to bed too," Regina says after a while, as she lays against Emma's side, looking up at the stars.
"Are you tired, Sweetheart?" Emma asks as she squeezes the smaller hand entwined in her own.
"No," Regina replies, as she moves to sit up a little so she can look her girlfriend in the eyes, "I want to make love to you."
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I felt like it was time for this, Emma has more than proved herself to be a caring and genuine partner, and Regina has come on in leaps and bounds. I would really like to hear your opinions on Kathryn and Ruby. Shall we leave them as a one night thing and make more of the Kathryn and Fred link or would you prefer it more Sapphic? I will go with what the majority wants so feel free to give me your preference :)