Words Of Devotion

by GentleRed

The snow is softly falling in Steveston, and it is finally time for Emma and Regina to tie the knot surrounded by all their friends and family.. (This is the sequel to To Hear Her Voice In The Silence)

7. Part Seven

(Okay, folks, this is where things heats up ;)

Also, this chapter is long, so. There's that.)

By the time they finally reached the station, Emma was so impatient she could have jumped right out of the carriage. But of course she didn't do that. Of course she was acting a bit more graceful as she opened the little gate, climbed down and then gallantly extended her hand out to Regina. She was wearing high heels and the pavement was covered in ice. Emma had no intention of starting this honeymoon with a disaster.

"Thank you, wife," Regina quipped and took the hand Emma offered to her.

"You're welcome, wife," Emma laughed. She didn't let go of Regina's hand. Not even when Regina had made it safely down from the carriage. The carriage was still drawing some attention. Emma could see several people stop and snap a picture of the carriage. But Emma wasn't interested in that right now. She was more interested in knowing what had happened to their luggage.

The question answered itself before Emma could ask it aloud. A train clerk appeared a bit out of nowhere. "Mrs. Swan-Mills," he said and smiled, clearly talking to both of them. "Are you ready to begin the journey?"

"Yes," Emma and Regina said in unison and shot each other bemused glances. Emma wondered who was in charge of this. Who had 'hired' this train clerk to take care of their luggage? Malena? Zelena? It was a mystery.

"I've already brought your luggage into your sleep cabin," the train clerk told them. "But if you could please follow me, I'll take you to your train wagon," the train clerk said and brought Emma back to the here and now.

Emma gave Regina's hand a little squeeze as they followed the nice, nice train clerk. The train had already arrived and stood steaming on the station, but it would be another twenty minutes before it took off. They had plenty of time to find their sleep cabin and seats. That suited Emma just fine. She hated being in a rush, and she would particularly hate to be in a rush on her honeymoon.

"There we are," the train clerk said as he stopped by one of the train wagons at the very front. "And here's the key to your sleep cabin." He handed Emma a silvery key.

"Thanks," Emma chuckled as she weighted the key in her hand. "Who hired you, by the way?"

The train clerk flashed her a grin. "I'm afraid the generous giver insisted on being anonymous, Mrs. Swan-Mills. But I'll be on the train for the entirety of your journey, and if you need anything, I'll be easy to find."

"Wait," Emma tilted her head as the mystery deepened. "Have you been hired to wait on us for the WHOLE train ride?"

"Yes, indeed, Mrs. Swan-Mills," he confirmed, smiling at how bemused she was.

"I think I have an idea who this 'anonymous giver' is," Regina said. "This sounds like a thing Malena would do."

The train clerk didn't confirm nor deny it. He just smiled mysteriously, reminded them that he would be close by if they needed him for anything, and then he disappeared in the crowd. Most likely to take care of something train... related.

"Well, here we are," Emma said and glanced at the black, steaming train just waiting to take off. "We've got the key and everything."

"Yes, indeed," Regina smiled. "Shall we get on board? We might as well. It's really too cold to hang back out here." she took a step towards the train, but Emma gently took her hand. "Wait," she said softly.

Regina raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "What?" she inquired. "Is something the matter?"

"No," Emma said, grin spreading on her lips. "But there's something I have to do."

"Oh? And what might that be, my love?"

"Well..." Emma glanced at the train again. "Carry you over the threshold."

Regina looked positively amused now. "I don't think you're supposed to do that now, darling. Isn't that something you're supposed to do when we get home?"

"Maybe," Emma agreed. "But what if I really want to do it now?"

Regina laughed. "You want to carry me into the train? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah, pretty much. But if you don't want to, I shan't," Emma vowed.

Regina seemed to consider it for a moment. Eyed the three little steps you had to brave in order to get into the train.

"I won't drop you," Emma vowed. "Seriously, I won't!"

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about you falling and hurting yourself."

"Oh." Emma quelled a smile. Of course. Regina was always worried about her and not herself. "That won't happen either."

Regina immediately looked soothed by that. She glanced at the little steps again. Then she smiled. "You know what? Go for it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. We're only getting married once. And we should follow all the traditions."

"You're sure? Like, really, really sure-"

"Emma Swan-Mills," Regina interrupted and tapped Emma's lips with her fingertips. "You better carry me into that train right now."

"Yes, ma'am," Emma quipped and laughed. "Come here, then."

Regina willingly walked over to her, and Emma wasted no time in hooking one arm under Regina's knees and the other around her back to support her. Now Regina was quite literally in her arms, and Emma grinned from ear to ear. She was about to whisk her bride away on their honeymoon. She was about to do this bridal-style. Literally.

"Comfy?" she asked Regina and adjusted a little.

"Very. Aren't I heavy?"

"You? Heavy? Nah. As light as a feather. "Are you ready to be carried bridal style?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Regina said softly, but before Emma could move an inch, she was distracted by Regina's lips against hers.

Emma could definitely have done this all night, but she forced herself to remember that they were supposed to get on the train. And it was actually pretty cold out here. God forbid Regina should freeze. After a moment, she broke the kiss and announced: "Let's do this, wifey!"

Regina laughed and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Emma's neck as Emma braved the first of the three little steps. They were drawing some attention to themselves by doing this, but Emma could only hear the laughs and 'aww's' and 'Look at the newlyweds! Aren't they adorable?'

"We are," Regina chuckled softly in Emma's ear. She had heard what the other people at the station had said.

"We sure as hell are, beautiful," Emma said firmly and felt every bit triumphant as she took the second step.

"Is it very difficult?" Regina asked.

"Nope. It's perfect. I love this tradition," Emma assured and gave Regina a little squeeze. "Are you excited for the honeymoon, babe?"

"So excited," Regina smiled. "Look at you being so traditional."

"I promised you we would follow every single tradition. All of them," Emma reminded her and grinned. "Oh man, look at me nailing this bridal style thingy!" she almost felt feather light as she took the third and last step up in the train.

"You did it," Regina chuckled. "I'm very proud of you, darling."

"Remind me to tell Henry about this," Emma said.

"He'll never believe you," Regina teased. "If you tell him that you carried me into the train, he'll laugh his head off."

Emma mock huffed. "Of course he'll believe me. I'm his Ma."

"Wanna bet?" Regina asked sweetly.

"Sure. What do I get if I win the bet?"

"A kiss."

"Ohhh. Now there's a bet I'll definitely say yes to. You're on, Mills."

"Swan-Mills."

"Shit."

"Swear jar."

Emma groaned. "I can't win, can I?"

Regina laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. "Are you gonna put me down now? We are in the train."

"And maybe I want to carry you for the rest of the night."

"Emma."

"Okay, okay," said blonde laughed at her wife's slightly unimpressed tone. "I'll put you down."

"Thank you."

Emma carefully sat her wife down, and said wife brushed a hand over her thick winter coat. "Shall we go and see how our sleep cabin looks?" she suggested, voice dropping slightly. "We can always find the seats later..."

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Emma praised and took Regina's hand again. "We should definitely go and check out if our luggage is there or if the guy stole it..."

"I doubt that's the case, dear," Regina chuckled. "But it's better to be safe than sorry. Come on."

Emma willingly let herself be guided down the hall by Regina, and she grinned to herself. She rather fancied this game they were playing. Coming up with excuses to slip away for the night. Almost as though they were about to do something that was not allowed. Emma adored when Regina turned all playful and giddy. Not that Regina would ever admit to being giddy of course. She was very particular about that. Always insisted that thirty seven year old ladies did not go 'giddy'.

But Emma knew better. She knew for a fact that one thirty seven year old 'lady' was particularly inclined to go giddy when her neck or jaw was kissed.

"What are you laughing about?" Regina inquired.

"Nothing in particular," Emma was quick to assure. She wasn't sure when she had started chuckling again. "Just happy."

"Me, too," Regina said warmly and squeezed her hand. "But I would be even happier if we could find the sleep cabin so I could get my shoes off. I think my feet are succumbing as we speak."

"Oh no," Emma said and immediately offered: "I could give them a massage if you're interested?"

Regina smirked at that suggestion. "I might be."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm. Definitely."

Emma felt something coil pleasantly in her belly. Regina was flirting with her in the most delightful way. She couldn't wait to kiss her wife behind closed doors. She couldn't wait to show her just how happy she was that they were finally married. She wanted to tell Regina this, but she didn't want to risk anyone else overhearing it, so she settled for squeezing Regina's hand again and immediately getting one in return. Perhaps Regina knew what she was thinking. There was a good chance she did. Sometimes Emma felt as though Regina was capable of reading her mind.

They reached their sleep cabin. Emma inserted the key in the lock, and in they went. Everything looked very nice. Not very spacious, but that was okay. They didn't need that much space. There was a bed. Very important. And behind the little door was an even tinier bathroom. The sleep cabin looked exactly as Emma remembered the other sleep cabins. Except for one thing. There were rose petals sprinkled all over the bed. Emma grinned. "Aww."

"Very thoughtful," Regina nodded as she slipped off her coat and wiggled out of her shoes. A sigh of sheer relief escaped her as she wiggled her feet slightly. Her feet clearly had a hard evening. All that dancing.

"This is nice," Emma said as she looked around in the sleep cabin. "Small but cozy. Think we can make it work for the next three days, beautiful?"

"Of course we can," Regina smiled and brushed a hand over her beautiful white dress. That dress with all the teeny, tiny buttons down the back. Emma was very grateful when Regina took off the little jacket and then turned around, so all those tiny little buttons became visible. Emma's fingers were almost itching to unbutton Regina's dress, but she reminded herself that she was not a horny teenager. Of course she could wait. At least until the train started moving.

Regina sat down on the edge of the bed and gave it a little pat. "Come sit with me, my love."

Emma slipped off her own shoes and coat and obediently sat down next to her wife. Said wife took her hand and interlaced their fingers, and Emma lifted her free hand and cupped Regina's cheek. "Are you tired?" she asked softly.

"No," Regina replied and shook her head. "I feel very awake for some reason."

"High on endorphins," Emma teased.

"Mmm, yes, that's probably it," Regina agreed. "Are you tired?"

"Nah. Not really."

"Not really?" Regina echoed and tilted her head. "If you're tired, you're more than welcome to take a nap. I completely understand why that would be required."

"Actually, there are other things I'd like to do more than sleeping," Emma admitted, swallowing back a grin. "I'm just trying to be polite about it."

"Oh." Regina waggled an eyebrow. "I see. Interesting."

"You think?" Emma teased.

"Yes, indeed." she moved closer and bumped Emma's shoulder with her own.

Emma silently confirmed her suspicion. Regina was indeed in a playful mood tonight, and man, it was adorable! If this continued, she would end up giggling as she sometimes did during their more tender moments.

"Can you believe that we're on our way to our honeymoon?" Regina said softly. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined myself going to Paris on my honeymoon. And now it's finally happening."

"It sure is, babe," Emma said gently. "You started out as my fairy godmother. Now it's my turn to be yours. Starting with whisking you off to Paris."

Regina chuckled. Joked: "And what's next, then?"

"More kisses to our collection. Preferably a few of them at the Eiffel Tower. Sightseeing during the day, and..." she gave Regina's hand a little squeeze. "Other activities at night."

"'Other activities?'" Regina echoed and looked positively innocent as she raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you can elaborate on that? I'd love to know more about those... other activities."

"Before the train even has started moving?" Emma grinned. "Look at you getting frisky with me."

Regina frowned in mock-concern. "Good point. Might be a good idea to wait a little."

"God, I love when you're eager," Emma gushed and squeezed her wife's hand.

"I'll show you eager in a moment," Regina promised lowly and glanced out of the window at the lit up station. "I think we're almost ready to go."

She was right. When Emma looked out of the window, she could see the train clerks go around and shut the doors to the train. "Looks like we'll be on our way in a moment, Mills. Officially back on the train, eh?"

"But without post-its notes this time."

"I liked the post-its notes."

"Shall I write you a few?" Regina joked.

"I'll keep them," Emma warned. "Every single one of them."

"I know," Regina chuckled. "But that's alright."

Emma threw herself backwards onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. "Oh man, it feels good to lie down. Feels like I've been on my feet all day."

"Darling. You HAVE been on your feet all day," Regina reminded her, and with no further ado, she lied down next to her. Both women released simultaneous groans and then were amused because of it.

"We sound like a couple of old ladies," Emma joked.

"You're not. Whereas I-"

"Nope," Emma interrupted, pressing a finger to Regina's lips. "You are definitely not old in anyway. In fact you're the opposite of old. You're a young, sexy, vibrant woman."

"Whose hair is rapidly turning grey."

"I hate to break it to you, babe, but I'm pretty sure that's all in your head." Emma couldn't for the life of her see any grey hairs.

Regina's protests were drowned by the sound of a loud whistle and a: "all aboard!" Emma and Regina smiled at one another. Looks like they were about to take off. Emma lifted her head so she could peer out of the window. She saw the last, stressed passengers run towards the train and hop on. Then a thud to mark that the last door had been closed. She felt the floor vibrate slightly, and just as Regina sat up in bed, the train started moving. It slowly rolled away from the lit up train station, and Emma kept looking out of the window until she could see nothing but darkness. The train shook slightly as it picked up speed, and it felt quite reassuring, knowing that they were on their way.

"Well, well," Emma said warmly. "And off we go."

"Mm, next stop Paris."

"Technically, our next stop is Toronto, but the other thing sounds so much more romantic."

Regina chuckled slightly. "You are a goofball, darling."

"You know it!" Emma stretched her arms above her head and kept stretching until she heard a slight pop. Mmm. That felt good. She rolled her shoulders a little. Maybe she was fading a little, but she was definitely not tired. God forbid she should fall asleep on her wedding night. Even though it wouldn't be the end of the world if that happened. Emma knew that Regina wouldn't mind. She would simply snuggle into her side and put a blanket over her. Very cozy, but definitely not tonight. Well, there would be plenty of snuggles later, but for right now, Emma had other plans. Oh yes, she definitely had other plans! She smirked at her wife. Tried to quirk her eyebrow in the same fashion Regina did when she was acting all sexy.

"What are you up to?" Regina inquired and NOW she did that thing with her eyebrow. And doing a much better job at being sexy, but oh well. It was the thought that counted and all that.

"Well..." Emma drawled as she took Regina's hands in her own and kissed her knuckles. "I was hoping to seduce my lovely wife on her wedding night. Do you think she would like that?"

"I think she would be disappointed if you did not," Regina said huskily as she sat up and inched closer to Emma, so their foreheads were almost touching. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Emma of course did just that. She leaned in and captured Regina's lips in a soft, slow kiss that had her stomach turning to soup and her heart beating faster in her chest. Now came the wedding night. The honeymoon. The wedding had been fantastic. It had been everything she had ever wanted, but she had yearned for this too. Just her and Regina in a darkened sleep cabin. They might just as well have been the only two passengers on this train.

Regina kept kissing and kissing and kissing her. Emma felt out of breath and slightly dizzy, but she could not bring herself to break the kiss. Not quite yet. She wanted Regina with every fiber of her being. Had yearned for her all day, and in one fluid motion and entirely without breaking the kiss she pulled Regina with her into a standing position. She wrapped her arms around Regina's neck, pulled her flush against her own body as the kiss deepened.

Regina's fingers were in her hair. Emma had a feeling that her wife had been dying to do that all day but had been unable to because of the danger of ruining the hairstyle. Emma chuckled to herself at the thought. And even more so when she felt Regina carefully undoing her braid. Perfect. Emma was longing for having her hair loose. That was how she preferred it. And that was how Regina preferred it too. She loved running her fingers through Emma's hair over and over again, she had told Emma so herself.

Emma moaned when she felt Regina's tongue in her mouth. Nope, they had definitely not been able to kiss like that all day. That would probably have brought on some fake coughs and funny comments from the guests. But now it was just the two of them. All alone in this dimmed and slightly swaying sleep cabin. The thought filled Emma with ecstasy. She was alone with her wife. She was finally alone with her wife. Regina had finished loosening the braid, and Emma could feel her long locks dance down her back. She groaned when she imagined how Regina's nimble fingers would weave into it later. How she would comb through it and then gently tug when the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she couldn't hold back afterwards. As usually, she would apologize afterwards for having pulled Emma's hair, and as always, Emma would assure that there was no harm done. That was how it always went. And then Regina would laugh. Emma would claim it to be giggling, but Regina would of course deny that. Or perhaps Regina would cry instead. She sometimes did that when their lovemaking had been particularly intense. Emma had a feeling that tonight was gonna be intense. How could it be anything but? After all, she and Regina had just gotten married. If that wasn't intense, Emma did not know what was.

Regina broke the kiss for just a moment. Took a deep breath. Emma did the same, and then she snickered when Regina leaned in for another kiss. She clearly could not hold back, and why should she? Why should they? Tonight was a night for celebration. Emma returned the kiss with all her might. Now it was her fingers that was in Regina's hair. Now she was the one to tug slightly until the elegant bun came apart and Regina's hair fell over her shoulders. Regina's hair was getting so wonderfully long.

Emma gasped for breath as she reluctantly broke the kiss. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen. And the desire slowly building in her belly was screaming for something else. "I need to get this dress off of you," she rasped. "Can I? Take it off, I mean?"

Regina smiled at the unnecessarily complicated sentence. "Of course you can, my love."

"Awesome. Can you turn around then?" Emma asked. Her fingers were itching to work those little buttons in Regina's dress.

Regina graciously turned around and pulled her hair away to expose the back of her neck. Emma immediately took the opportunity to plant a light kiss there, and then she finally started working those delicate little buttons. She twisted one of them slightly, pushed it through the button hole. The next one quickly followed suit. Then the next. And the next one. Now and then she paused to plant small kisses on the back of Regina's neck and upper back.

Regina exhaled at the sweet attention. "That feels really nice."

"Yeah? The kisses or me taking off your clothes?" Emma teased.

"Both. Always both, my darling. As lovely as it has been to wear a wedding dress and then the special 'honeymoon'-outfit... I must admit that having the clothes removed is even nicer."

Emma chuckled. "I bet it is, beautiful. I bet it is. It's a nice dress, but... It'll have to go."

"Yes, I suppose it will," Regina said with faux sadness.

Emma planted yet another kiss on the back of Regina's neck, and she felt rather smug when she noted how Regina was shifting slightly as to adjust herself. Someone was getting aroused. Excellent. Emma certainly wouldn't have it any other way. She resumed her work on the tiny little buttons. She was taking her time and going slow. She had no interest in rushing this process. Or accidentally rip a button out of Regina's pretty, pretty dress. That would be a damn shame.

Regina huffed a little and shifted again. Mumbled something Emma easily identified as "my goodness", and Emma grinned to herself. She knew exactly why Regina was reacting like this. She had a certain weakness for having her clothes removed slowly. It always made her melt completely.

And she clearly couldn't control herself any longer. She turned around so abruptly, Emma yelped a little and then laughed at her own reaction. But she was cut off when Regina covered her mouth with her own and kissed her soundly. Emma had no problem with multitasking. She could oh, so easily kiss Regina AND continue to unbutton her dress. It did not matter that she couldn't actually see the buttons anymore. Of course she had to close her eyes as Regina kissed her. The intensity overwhelmed her.

Regina was excellent at multitasking too. Emma felt her hands roam over her stomach and then she shivered as Regina began to unbutton her blouse. Of course. They did everything together. Including taking off each other's clothes. Regina always claimed that it was 'unfair' if she wasn't getting undressed at the same time as Regina was. Emma had tried many, many times to tell Regina that she enjoyed undressing her first. It was like unwrapping a gift, Emma had claimed.

Regina had then 'claimed' that Emma was silly, and that had been the end of that discussion.

Soon Emma had twisted the last button through the hole, and she broke the kiss to look up at Regina as she carefully pushed the dress off her shoulders.

Regina flashed her a little smile and wiggled her shoulders slightly. The beautiful cream-colored dress slipped off her shoulders, down her hips and then it was nothing more than a silky puddle on the floor.

Regina stepped out of 'the puddle' and chuckled slightly when she almost tripped.

But Emma did not laugh. She was much too busy staring herself blind at the vision that was her wife. Fucking. Hell. This was almost too much for one person to handle. Regina was wearing a light blue lace teddy with a plunging V-neck that ended just above her belly button where it was cut into a kind of triangular shape that indeed showed off Regina's belly button. It was made so the bottom part was only two straps with a neatly placed scrap of lace that barely covered Regina's most intimate parts. The top of it was completely sheer, and Emma's mouth went dangerously dry as she got a solid eyeful of Regina's hard nipples. Regina's thighs were wonderfully exposed as well, the sheer stockings did not provide any cover at all. And of course those stockings were attached to a garter. Obviously. She wouldn't be Regina without her garter and stockings.

The only coherent thing Emma could think of was: "holy fucking crap!" as she thought about how she would remove those stockings in a moment.

"This is my something blue," Regina said with faux shyness. "What do you think, my love?"

"I think I'm thinking everything at once," Emma croaked. "Do a spin for me?"

Regina chuckled as she willingly 'did a spin'. Well, she did not spin as much as she simply turned around slowly, and once again, Emma nearly swallowed her own tongue. To wide lace straps going down Regina's back and meshing into one, creating a very sexy thong was what met Emma's eyes.

"Do you like it?" Regina asked as she turned back around, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder in the process.

"You are too sexy for words, Mills," Emma said simply.

"Swan-Mills."

"Right. Swan-Mills," Emma amended with a chuckle and ran her hands down Regina's naked back. When she reached her wife's perfect ass, she paused and squeezed it.

Regina shivered.

"Tell me, Mrs. Swan-Mills," Emma drawled, squeezing Regina's backside lightly again. "Have you been wearing this underneath the wedding dress all this time?"

"Yes," Regina said, grinning from ear to ear. "Perhaps a tad uncomfortable at times, but I quite enjoyed having a little secret."

"That is quite the secret," Emma agreed. Now she was croaking again.

"And now," Regina said softly as she reached for the button in Emma's blouse. "I want to see what secrets you're hiding, my love."

"I'm afraid everything is gonna pale in comparison to that," Emma groaned as she half-heartedly nodded to the lingerie that seemed to have been glued onto Regina's perfect body.

"That is not true," Regina said immediately. "Whatever is hiding underneath your clothes will be as amazingly beautiful as you have looked tonight." she unbuttoned the next button in Emma's blouse. "I cannot believe that you're mine."

Emma scoffed. "I can't fucking believe that you're mine. I mean, just look at you. You're stunning, Regina!"

Regina chuckled lightly, and as easy as one-two-three, she had successfully opened all the buttons in Emma's blouse and could slide it down her shoulders. Now it was Emma's turn to do that little shoulder wiggle thing. The blouse slipped off her frame and landed on top of Regina's dress on the floor.

Regina's eyes went wide as she looked at Emma. She didn't look like she was able to form a coherent sentence, and Emma smirked the tiniest bit. She couldn't help it. Of course she too had made a point of choosing underwear for tonight. She had wanted something special, and something special she was wearing. She had chosen white. It had just felt appropriate for the occasion. Emma normally wasn't much for white underwear. She preferred a sensible grey or black, but this was a special occasion. Her shelf bra had open sheer cups, no straps and was made of delicate white lace. It was undoubtedly the sexiest piece of lingerie Emma ever had owned. The lace on this bra only just covered her nipples and not the full breast at all. One wrong movement and shit would have gone down. But fortunately enough, that hadn't happened, and now Emma could fully enjoy the way Regina just gaped at her. She looked as goofy as Emma had felt a moment ago, and the blonde chuckled. It wasn't very often Regina went goofy and gob smacked. "Well?" Emma joked. "Whacha think?"

"I'm thinking that you have some nerve to claim that this pale in comparison to what I'm wearing," Regina said simply and shook her head. "My god..."

Emma chuckled mock-innocently.

"I wonder what else you are hiding," Regina murmured as she gently popped open the button in Emma's trousers, and undid the zipper.

The pants became loose around Emma's waist, and she happily assisted Regina with pushing them down her hips. Unlike Regina she had not been wearing this underwear all day. Well, the bra she had, but the uhh... undergarment was something she had changed into last minute. Otherwise it simply would have bee too uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable now too, but Emma had a strong feeling that it would be oh, so worth it.

Regina pushed the trousers down her legs the rest of the way, and Emma stepped out of them.

Regina stared. A lot.

Emma flashed her wife a smile and cheekily spun around, wiggling her backside a little extra in the process. What she was wearing tonight could definitely not be categorized as panties. It was a thong. The very top of it was made of a scrap of white lace, but the rest of it, the string that ran down the front and back and normally was made of fabric, was a little different tonight. The 'string' was made of pearls. Very uncomfortable to sit on, but oh, so sexy. A delicate line of white pearls that ran down the front of her core and met with the lacey material at the back. That was literally all there was to this thong. Simple, really. And unlike any other piece of lingerie Emma had ever owned. Honestly, she was not sure whether she would ever wear this thong again, but it was highly appropriate on her wedding night.

Regina said something Emma absolutely could not understand. The blonde frowned, inquired: "Was that Spanish?" Regina had spoken Spanish a handful of times. Only when they were in bed and she was particularly riled up. But that mostly took either Emma's fingers or tongue. It took touching. Not just looking.

"It was," Regina confirmed and sighed deeply. "Gods above, Emma, look at you. You are so stunning."

"Thank you," Emma said almost shyly which was a bit ridiculous because she had undressed in front of or been undressed by Regina a million times already. But never quite on a night like this.

"Kiss me," Regina whispered softly.

And of course Emma did. She leaned in and captured Regina's lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Her hands were shamelessly roaming all over Regina's body. She could not control herself any longer, and Regina moaned into her mouth. She was clearly enjoying Emma's wandering hands. Her hands were in Emma's hair. Gently combing through it and then tugging very, very lightly at it. She never pulled harshly at Emma's hair. Not even once. She was always being so careful, and sometimes it made Emma go all soft and mushy. Regina's gentleness was something that never would cease to amaze her.

As soon as the thought had left Emma's mind, she suddenly found herself shoved backwards and onto the bed. In a heartbeat, Regina was on top of her, and Emma laughed. She also loved this. The slightly rougher side of Regina. It reminded her of a particularly glorious night where Regina had been a teensy bit inebriated (okay, more than a teensy bit) and couldn't wait until they had made it to the bed. Emma had ended up with her back pressed against the bedroom wall, Regina's lips on her neck and her fingers working inside her. Regina had apologized for her spontaneity the next day and had actually looked a bit embarrassed, but Emma had brushed her apology aside and assured Regina that it had been the sexiest, most arousing thing ever. Regina had not argued.

"You're so stunning, my love," Regina said tenderly as she sat back on her heels and unabashedly admired Emma. "Just look at you..."

Emma once again blushed like a sixteen year old. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Regina made her feel all ridiculous. Pink cheeked and misty eyed. And not to mention achy between her thighs. Yep. Regina had barely touched her, and certainly not there, but Emma was already starting to ache and getting wet. And seeing that only a string of pearls was covering her there, it was visible. Very visible. She told herself to take it easy. Reminded herself that they had all night. It was their wedding night, for Christ's sake. There was no reason to jump into it right then and there. She had a plan about savoring Regina a little first. Kiss every inch of her. But her body was betraying her. As on cue, Emma felt the muscles in her thighs clenched, and she shuffled to squeeze her thighs together.

"Don't," Regina murmured, bringing a hand in between Emma's thighs to prevent her from squeezing them together. "I want to see you."

Emma groaned helplessly as she let her knees fall to either side and splay wide open. Damnit. Those pearls had been grinding against her core in a particular manner that had been quite nice. Now there was nothing to soothe the ache.

Well, except for...

Emma groaned again when she felt Regina's warm, warm hand cup her and make one of the pearls grind against her clit. "This was not..." she blinked up at her wife. "How I planned this!"

"Well..." Regina eased her hand away from her core and started fiddling with the lacy waistband of Emma's thong. "Can I let you in on a little secret, my darling?"

"Y-yeah," Emma stuttered and licked her dry lips. "Sure."

"Things rarely go as planned," Regina quipped and did a little headshake that sent her long dark hair away from her face and over her shoulder.

"Oh ha, ha," Emma said strained. "Very funny, babe."

Regina merely smiled and tugged lightly at the thong. "Can I take this off?"

"Yes," Emma said immediately. "Please, for the love of god, do!"

Regina chuckled richly at that and tapped Emma's hip once. "Lift."

Emma was quick to lift her hips and she tried to keep her breathing under control as Regina slowly pulled the thong down. Emma was relieved in many ways. The thong looked sexy but was pretty uncomfortable to wear for a longer amount of time. And right now the thought of wearing anything was particularly heartbreaking. She needed to be rid of every last barrier, and she did not have to tell Regina that. Regina already knew, and she smiled as she asked Emma to sit up so the brunette could take off her bra.

Emma of course sat up. Pulled her hair over her shoulder so Regina could get to her bra. "I was going to undress you first," she half-complained as Regina unhooked her bra.

"I know," Regina hummed as she smoothened a hand over the spot on Emma's back where the clasp had made a slight dent in her skin. "You're wonderful like that. Always putting me first no matter what."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Emma huffed.

"Indeed not," Regina agreed. "But there's also nothing wrong with being a little selfish for once, my love. Let me take care of you first for a change..." as she spoke, she let one of her hands wander to Emma's front and gently cupped a breast.

Emma immediately moaned, and her hand came down on top of Regina's to keep it there.

"Exactly," Regina softly murmured in her ear. "That's it..."

"I should be doing... things to you too," Emma groaned. "This seems so uneven..." she trailed off as Regina began massaging her breast. Very distracting when she was trying to have a conversation with her wife.

"And you don't think that I am enjoying this?" Regina asked rhetorically, kissing a spot just below Emma's ear.

Emma did not answer. Because she already knew the answer to this question. Regina was enjoying herself immensely.

"You don't have to be so chivalrous all the time," Regina said softly. "I love you for it, but sometimes it's perfectly okay to let me take care of you first..."

Emma mumbled something incoherent. She really could not concentrate when Regina was touching her breast and kissing her neck. She was literally melting Emma's brain with each touch and kiss.

"Turn around, my love," Regina hummed in her ear. "I want to see you."

And how was Emma to not obey such a delicious, gentle command? She could not. Licking her dry lips, she turned around in the bed and came face to face with Regina who was sitting on her heels. "Hi," Emma said. The one little word came out almost shyly although she had no reason to be shy. Regina had seen her naked a number of times already. But tonight was a special night. A very special night indeed.

"Hello, my darling," Regina said gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Happy. Horny." The words came spontaneously, and Emma cringed slightly. That was definitely not very romantic at all.

But Regina just laughed. "That sounds like the perfect combination to me. Shall we do something about it?" she lifted her hand, cupped Emma's breast once more.

Emma swallowed thickly. She so wanted to insist on touching Regina first. Take her wife to cloud nine and back should have been top priority, but right now Emma was awfully selfish. So, so selfish!

"Lie back down," Regina husked in her ear, and before Emma could say anything, she kissed her. Emma was left powerless in the most delightful way possible, and the shift came naturally. One moment she was sitting up, and the next she was lying down with Regina on top of her. Regina's lips moved from her mouth and to her cheek. Then to her neck. Further down. When Regina kissed the top of her breast, Emma cried out. She couldn't help it. It felt like every little peck, every slight touch she and Regina had shared throughout the day had been an advanced type of foreplay. A build up leading to this very moment. "Fuck," she cursed under her breath. Regina always knew exactly how and where to kiss her.

Regina chuckled against her breast. "In a moment, my love. I'm not quite there yet."

Emma made a sound somewhere between a moan and a chuckle. When it came to joking, Regina had impeccable timing.

Regina resumed kissing her breast, and Emma felt her toes curl against something soft. What was that even? Oh, right. A rose petal. Of course. She made another little half laugh/ half moaning sound. Those damn rose petals was such a cliché, but one that Emma so appreciated. And she would appreciate it even more if Regina ended up with a few of them in her hair before the night was over. Perhaps she should make sure that happened.

Then Regina's lips wrapped around her nipple, and Emma stopped thinking all together. Her fingers automatically weaved into Regina's hair. She combed through her wife's dark locks again and again. And she made one of her previous statements come true. She indeed fell in love with a new part of Regina every single day. And tonight it just so happened to her back muscles and the way they moved. If one could be turned on by back muscles, Emma was exactly that at the moment. So very, very turned on!

Regina gently pulled at her nipple, teeth scraping against it every now and then but never with enough force to make it hurt. But most definitely enough to make more wetness rush to Emma's core. God, she was aching! And to think she had been meaning to do this slowly. Ha. She never could control herself when it came to Regina. Seriously, one look from her was enough to make Emma melt in a puddle on the floor. And what didn't make it easier right now, was the fact that when Emma briefly lifted her head, she could see the faint light be reflected in the wedding ring sitting on Regina's finger. God, they were MARRIED! Like... actually, married!

"You're my wife," Emma blurted. She didn't even know why. Maybe she was already in some kind of daze.

And she should not have spoken. The wonderful, gentle attention to her nipple stopped. "Yes, I am," Regina said softly. "As you are mine." She came up to kiss Emma's lips, and Emma did not waste any time with taking advantage of that. She began gliding her hands up and down Regina's back in an attempt to find a hidden zipper or buttons or something that could make quick work of the lace teddy. But she was disappointed when she did not find any.

Regina snickered lowly in her ear. "At the front, my love. You open it at the front."

"Ohhh," Emma moved her hand to Regina's front and started searching for those hidden buttons, but once again, she came up empty and huffed slightly in frustration.

"A bit further down," Regina husked.

Emma squinted as she looked down. She couldn't see any buttons anywhere and was about to inform her lovely wife of that, but did not get the chance to before Regina grasped her hands and guided them to her core. Emma found soaked lace. And three buttons.

"There," Regina said breathlessly and moaned when Emma fiddled. Though not with the buttons.

"Clever," Emma commented and smirked at her wife as she slowly unsnapped the first button. Then the second. And finally the last one. "Very clever." She cupped Regina's core in her hand, and Regina moaned again.

"I want it off you," Emma said slowly, fingers zeroing in on Regina's clit. "But I also kinda wanna do things to you while you're still wearing it."

"E-either works for me," Regina breathed and squeezed her eyes shut.

Emma chuckled softly as she rubbed Regina's clit again. Regina threw her head back in response, and Emma was immediately fascinated with the way her dark hair tumbled down her back. Regina was a goddess. A siren calling out to Emma. And Emma was very willingly drowning.

"I can't make up my mind," Emma half-teased, still gently rubbing Regina's clit. "You're distracting me..."

Regina ended up being the one to make the decision for her. She rather suddenly grabbed the bottom of the lace teddy, tugged it up and yanked it over her head. Now she was exactly as naked as Emma was. Except for a lonely blue lace garter sitting high on her left upper thigh. The sight of Regina completely naked except for the blue lace garter did things to Emma. Left her feeling half insane. And it certainly left her with an intense urge to do something positively wicked.

So when Regina reached for her and tried to pull her in for another kiss, Emma slithered away. It pained her to do so, but there was something else she simply HAD to do.

"Sit on the edge on the bed, beautiful," she murmured.

Regina raised an eyebrow.

"Come on," Emma coaxed and tried not to chuckle at the look on Regina's face. She looked positively... horny.

Regina let out a little groan of disapproval as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed as Emma had asked her to.

"Open your legs," Emma husked.

That Regina had no problem with doing. She willingly opened her legs.

"Wider," Emma said wickedly and gave Regina's hip a little tap.

"You'll be the death of me," Regina groaned as she opened her legs further. Splayed herself wider for Emma.

"La petite mort," Emma teased as she slithered onto the floor and crawled forward on her hands and knees. She nuzzled her nose against Regina's ankle and felt Regina's leg jerk slightly.

"Emma, what are you-"

Emma pressed a kiss to the side of Regina's knee, effectively cutting off the rest of her wife's sentence. Regina gasped and Emma heard the mattress creak slightly. She did not look up to see what Regina was doing. Instead she slowly started kissing her way up Regina's thigh. Regina was so soft there. Silky soft and perfect and smelling of lavender. Emma suspected that she had rubbed her legs in that lotion she normally only ever wore before bedtime. Emma liked the smell of lavender. And she especially liked the smell of lavender on Regina's thighs. Even more so when it blended with another strong scent. Arousal. Heady, sweet arousal. Emma very gently scraped her teeth against the soft flesh on Regina's thigh.

Regina moaned breathily and Emma felt fingers in her hair. Combing through her curls and lightly scratching against her scalp. Exactly like Emma had done to Regina a moment ago. Regina undoubtedly liked this a lot. There had been a point where she had been... hesitant about this position. Not that she minded sitting like that, oh no. Her issue had been with Emma being on the floor. She had feared that it somehow was demeaning for Emma in some way. That being on the floor had an echo of humiliation to it. Of course she and Emma had talked about it. Regina had openly admitted to being afraid of seeming greedy, and Emma had hugged her, kissed the top of her head and assured her that was not the case at all. And then she had showed Regina just how much she enjoyed being on the floor for her. And as with everything else, they had eased into it gradually. Slowly and gently, and Regina had forgotten her hesitance and started enjoying herself. Exactly like Emma had predicted that she would.

Emma kept kissing her way up. Taking her time to focus on each patch of soft skin on Regina's thigh. She swirled the tip of her tongue over the skin, and then gently nibbled and sucked. Not hard enough to leave any lasting marks, but hard enough to make Regina moan. The bed creaked again. Louder this time. Regina mumbled under her breath. Something about married life treating her exceptionally well.

Had she been in any position to, Emma would have chuckled. Yes, married life was treating Regina well. And Emma would ensure that it would every single day. She was going to make it her life's mission to make it feel like every day was their first day of marriage. She nuzzled her nose against Regina's thigh once again. Resumed the kissing. Slowly, so slowly until she reached the lacey garter sitting on Regina's inner thigh. She brushed her nose against the scrap of lace. "I like this," she murmured. "It's very sexy."

"G-good," Regina stuttered, voice tight with arousal. "That was... the point."

"You're very sexy," Emma emphasized, kissing Regina's thigh just above the scrap of lace. "My wife is so sexy..."

"Oh gods!" Regina moaned. "Say... say that again. Please?"

Emma lifted her head slightly so she could look up at Regina, and she was definitely not disappointed at what she saw. Regina was pulling at one of her nipples. Her head was thrown back and giving way to her beautiful neck. Emma was very much looking forward to kissing her neck later. "My," she murmured as she kissed Regina's inner thigh again, tongue slipping slightly and brain nearly short circuiting when a particular, familiar taste prickled on her tongue. "Wife," she dragged her tongue over the same spot and earned herself another taste of Regina's arousal. "Is so..." she took the attention higher still, Regina's moans going sharper and sharper the closer Emma got to where she needed her the most. "Fucking..." Emma couldn't help herself. She dragged her tongue over Regina's core in one quick swipe and felt both Regina's hands fist in her hair. Her thighs twitched on either side of Emma's head. A strangled noise that sounded like 'guhh' escaped her. Emma gave her core another lick, using the flat of her tongue and then flicking the tip against Regina's clit. That earned her another leg jerk and a harder pull at her hair.

"S-sorry," Regina breathed, quickly making up for the roughness by gliding her fingers softly against Emma's scalp. "Didn't mean to!"

Emma moved her tongue away from Regina's clit, looked up at her. Flashed her a soft little smile. She did not mind the rough gesture at all, but she loved Regina for apologizing for it. She loved Regina always, no matter how aroused she was, made sure to take care of her in the same way Emma took care of her. That had always been the foundation of their relationship, and it still was.

"Sexy!" Emma murmured and winked cheekily up at her wife before biting down on the lacey garter sitting on Regina's thigh and pulling it down, using her teeth only. Her hands were plenty busy holding onto Regina's thighs. This did challenge her balance a little, but Emma aimed for not toppling over as she slowly dragged the garter down Regina's thigh. She liked the whisper-like soft rustling sound the lace made when it dragged against Regina's soft skin. It was a surprisingly arousing sound. Erotic.

But certainly not half as erotic as the sounds Regina was letting out. She was panting and moaning and grabbing Emma's hair again. Not as hard as she had done a moment ago, but still firmly enough to make Emma's scalp tingle deliciously. EVERY part of Emma was tingling deliciously. Especially her core. She needed Regina's sweet attention there more than she needed to breathe. But she could wait a little longer. She could handle being breathless a little longer. She took her time, making sure to kiss every patch of skin she passed on her way. All the while, Regina's thighs were trembling and quaking on either side of her head. The mattress creaked as she moved back and forward. Perhaps she was trying to relieve some of the pressure by pushing herself against the mattress. Emma found the idea of that to be incredibly arousing. She briefly lifted her head, nearly loosing it completely at what she saw. Regina was a fucking vision. She had thrown her head back. Her lips was parted, her dark hair spilled down her back. She was stunning. And during the brief pause, she lifted her hands from Emma's hair and brought them up to her breasts. Squeezed and kneaded them. Her lips moved although she was not saying anything. She had clearly reached the state where words became unnecessary.

Emma lowered her head again. Took the garter between her teeth once more. She had definitely dragged this out long enough. She needed to be up there with Regina. Needed to hold her. Feel her in her arms. See the smile Regina so often flashed her during their intimate moments. One million smiles. And a million more to come.

The garter slid lower and lower and Emma's belly was brushing the carpet when she at last could tug it off Regina's ankle. She loosened her toothy grip around the scrap of lace, and it fell to the floor. Along with the rest of their clothes. She brushed her nose against Regina's shapely ankle. Kissed it. Kissed her way up until she could glide her tongue against Regina's arousal again.

Regina let out a choked little sound and collapsed against the bed. Feet dangling over the edge. The position was perfect for Emma to get a taste of the best flavor in the world, but... this was their wedding night. And as much as she loved making Regina come on her tongue, she wanted to look into Regina's eyes first. She wanted to see the look on her face when she came undone.

So Emma pressed one last kiss to Regina's inner thigh and then climbed up on the bed. She lied down on her side, making herself comfortable. Then she stroked Regina's forehead. "Come," she murmured. "Come here. Hurry."

Regina did not need to be asked a second. She sat up so quickly Emma worried that she would get dizzy, turned around and shuffled over to Emma.

Emma opened her arms. A clear invitation. One that Regina willingly accepted. Soon she was laying in Emma's arms. Exactly like she had done the very first time they did this. Felt each other's bodies against one another. Emma remembered that night like it was yesterday. Regina had smiled so softly, her eyes had been so trusting that night. And that had not changed. She was giving Emma the exact same look.

"I love you," Emma murmured. Truer words had never been spoken.

"I love you too, Emma," Regina said. "So very much." She gently grasped Emma's right hand. Brought it up to her lips and softly kissed the tip of each finger.

Emma shuddered at that. Another gesture that was surprisingly erotic and tender at the same time. But she shuddered even more when Regina guided her hand down to her core. She gently positioned Emma's fingers at her entrance. Exactly like she had done the first time.

"I hear what you're saying," Emma said hoarsely. "Believe me, your voice has never been louder than it is right now, babe."

"I need you," Regina said simply. "Right now."

And Emma did not need further instructions. "Look at me," she said softly as she slowly slipped two digits inside Regina.

Regina's eyes never left hers. She did not even blink. Just bit her lip and moaned.

"All good?" Emma asked. Because it wouldn't be them if they didn't communicate and checked in with one another. It didn't matter that she could see how much Regina liked this. She would always check in and make sure no matter what. That was something that would never ever change.

"Yes!" Regina breathed. "God, yes, Emma!"

Emma slowly began moving her fingers, gradually finding that slow, delicious rhythm she knew Regina loved, but she was successfully interrupted when she felt Regina's soft, warm fingers near her own entrance.

"Fuck!" Emma blurted and wiggled to spread her legs a bit more.

Regina's smile grew deliciously naughty. "Yes, my darling. That is exactly the plan."

"I like- fuck!" Emma cursed again when two of Regina's fingers effortlessly slipped inside her core. "That plan. I like it a lot!"

"Me, too," Regina said, chuckling hoarsely. "Does this feel good, my love?"

"You know it does," Emma almost huffed.

Regina chuckled in that knowing matter. Oh yes, she most certainly knew what Emma liked.

Emma slowly began moving her fingers once more. Easily finding that rhythm that made Regina squeeze her eyes shut. But only for a moment. It didn't take long before Emma felt Regina's fingers answer her and falling into the rhythm they had built long ago. Emma gasped sharply when Regina's fingers found the exact right spot, and she lifted her head. Searched.

Regina knew exactly what she was looking for. Of course she did. She kissed Emma. First soft and sweet, but as the rhythm grew and became a bit quicker, so did their kiss. Softness gave way to tongue and teeth and kisses that most definitely were meant for a darkened sleep cabin and not a public wedding. When both of them were sufficiently breathless, Emma moved her lips lower. Kissed Regina's beautiful neck. Her throat. Found the spot that was just a little bit different from the rest of the softness. A bit more ridged. She pressed her lips against that spot again and again. After all, she had vowed to kiss that particular spot for the rest of her life. Why not start right now? Regina's fingers curling inside her was driving her crazy. As was the way their breasts were pressing together. The way their legs intertwined and making it impossible to know where Emma ended and where Regina began. Perhaps they never would be able to untangle from one another. Perhaps they would stay intertwined for the rest of their lives. Unsurprisingly enough, Emma was completely fine with that. She curled her own fingers inside Regina and felt her muscles clench around the digits. Emma lifted her head and smiled at her wife. "You're close."

"Mmm," Regina acknowledged.

"Why don't you come for me then?" Emma asked softly, fingers stroking Regina's g-spot once more.

Regina gasped and bit her lip. "Because you're not there... yet."

"Ladies first," Emma quipped as she used her free hand to push Regina's slightly damp hair away from her face.

"No," Regina said stubbornly. Her muscles clenched around Emma's fingers again, and her thighs quivered. "Together... Or not at all."

"You really shouldn't be holding back like this," Emma scolded her wife.

"I'm not. I'm waiting for you," Regina said simply and pecked Emma on the lips again. She wiggled her fingers inside Emma, stroked her g-spot harder and faster.

"We-eell..." the word caught in Emma's throat, and she gulped. "I have a feeling that you won't be waiting for long! Fuck, that feels so good! Oh god, don't stop! Right there!" yes, she was definitely reaching the point of babbling. The point where it became increasingly harder to have a conversation. Or focus. But there was one thing she HAD to focus on. One very important thing. She curled her fingers inside Regina once more, thumping the two digits against her wife's g-spot with slightly more force.

Regina moaned. Her voice was all tight and breathy and delicious, and Emma pulled her in for a messy kiss before sliding her free hand down Regina's sweaty back. She found exactly what she was looking for and gave Regina's rear a half hard squeeze. Regina answered that by shifting slightly so their nipples brushed against each other. Emma's eyes started watering. Her thighs trembled and her inner muscles clenched. Wetness was seeping out of her, and she felt like she was going to explode. She lifted her hand and grabbed Regina's shoulder. "Regina, babe..." she moaned. "I'm gonna-"

"I know," Regina said breathily. "I know! Let go for me, my love!"

"Fuck, god!" Emma babbled. "P-please say that you're there too!"

"I am!" Regina hissed. "I am, I am, I am! Just-"

Emma robbed her wife of the words by pressing her digits against Regina's g-spot and the heel of her hand snugly against her clit.

Regina copied that action, and Emma saw a single tear leak from her eye and slide down her cheek. Then she dropped her head to the top of Emma's shoulder in that telltale manner, and at the exact same time, Emma felt herself shatter into a million little pieces. Her muscles clenched tightly around Regina's fingers, she started babbling and her free hand found Regina's shoulder and squeezed it. An explosion could not have rattled her further. Being submerged into a hot bath could not have made her feel this warm. Sucking on an ice cube could not have made her teeth chatter more like this. If there was a heaven, this was it. Or perhaps it was simply Emma's own personal heaven. A beautiful, hidden place nobody else except her could find. She moaned again. Babbled. Regina's name in a mixture of praying to the gods. Or perhaps not. Right now, Regina WAS her god.

Regina was a bit more quiet. Emma had felt her muscles clench around her digits. She had felt the wetness coating her fingers. Had felt the telltale shaking in Regina's shoulders. The little breathless "Emma!" that never failed to make Emma feel like the most delicious, naughty creature on earth. Nothing compared to hearing Regina utter her name like it was a prayer.

Emma slung her free arm more firmly around Regina. Pulled her as close as she possibly could. Kissed the top of her head.

Regina moaned again. Didn't lift her head. Her fingers were still buried inside Emma, and Emma didn't really feel like withdrawing her own fingers just yet. This was one of the things she happened to love the most. Lay still as the last tingles of pleasure ebbed out. And she knew that this was one of Regina's favorites things too. Just lay completely entangled while basking in the afterglow.

Emma inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air and then breathed it out for as long as she possibly could. God, that was amazing! So fucking amazing. Her strength was already coming back. And she already wanted Regina again. Oh, how she wanted her. But Regina had come suspiciously limp and quiet in her arms. Emma pressed a kiss to her wife's temple. "Babe? Did you fall asleep?" she chuckled. If that was the case, she obviously would not wake Regina. Goodness, no. She would let her sleep for as long as she needed. It was very understandable if Regina was tired and needed rest.

But after a moment or two, Regina lifted her free hand and tapped her fingers lightly against Emma's collarbone.

"Oh," Emma grinned. "You need a moment. I get it. Take all the time in the world, beautiful."

All the time in the world was apparently ten seconds. Regina lifted her head from her chest. Gently withdrew her fingers from within Emma and then smirked as she brought them up to her lips and swirled her tongue around the wet digits.

"Okay, but that shit should be illegal," Emma laughed and clicked her tongue.

Regina's eyebrow almost danced when she raised it in amusement. "Should it indeed?"

"Mmm," Emma rumbled as she gently slipped her fingers out of Regina. "It should."

Regina shuddered. "I think we're going to have a wonderful honeymoon, my love."

"Yeah. I think you're absolutely right about that," Emma agreed, lifting her head and pecking Regina's lips. "You wanna... go again?"

"Why yes," Regina laughed, eyes sparkling with adoration and mischief. "I most certainly do!"

Emma didn't waste any time with nudging Regina onto her back and positioning herself on top of her wife. She smirked at Regina before kissing her way down to her core.

Regina quickly opened her legs, and the first teasing kiss Emma pressed to her clit immediately had the chorus of moans and soft cries starting anew.

Emma briefly looked up. God, her wife was a stunning creature! Emma still struggled to believe that this was real. That she was the one who got to kiss and touch Regina like this. Their honeymoon was shaping up to be absolutely fantastic.

To Be Continued...