Regina returned to her bedroom with a wide satisfied smile. Despite the murky feeling of her slight intoxication, she felt her elation grow that only ever occurred within the blonde's presence. Emma seemingly accepted their shift in dynamic and eased into the role Regina wanted of her. They needed to discuss what this change meant to her and their friendship, but she was entirely confident that they would be effortlessly moving into the next phase of their relationship. Emma was her dearest friend, her only friend if she was honest, and the thought of losing her genuinely terrified her, but the warmth she felt as the Sheriff melted into her was worth it. She never fully understood what having this dynamic would feel like, and she was overwhelmed with her excitement.
As she chose her nightwear, she considered wearing something a little risque to bed, to perhaps give the Savior a small peek at what she could have in the near future but settled on a red long sleeve nightshirt and a matching pair of satin pants. If she were to wear something skimpy, the only teasing would be to herself, and she was already turned on with no need to stoke the flames.
She was partially dressed when she heard a loud thump that sounded wholly out of place and froze in order to listen more attentively. When silence followed more eerily still silence, Regina felt a knot of concern grow within her and abandoned what she was doing in favor of checking on her little guest.
When she arrived at the door to the spare bedroom, it was slightly ajar, so she tentatively pushed it in as she called the Savior's name.
When the door opened to reveal the room, she didn't see the blonde in the immediate area. So she turned toward the bathroom to look for her. As she pushed open the wood door, she heard a groan come from behind her, which drew her attention back to the opposite side of Emma's bed.
A blonde crown poked up, and Regina rushed to the far side of the room to see the Savior lifting herself up off of the floor.
"Oh! Emma!" Regina's focus was pulled to the blonde's head as Emma instinctively placed her palm to the back of her skull. "What happened, sweetheart?"
Emma shook her head to clear the fog a little and looked up into worried brown eyes only to feel her cheeks grow red with embarrassment. She was hurt, not much, but enough, and she'd done something foolish and careless and dragged Regina away from what she was doing and worried her needlessly.
"Nothing," Emma said, pulling away from Regina's probing touches.
"Tell me, darling, did you trip?" Regina didn't pay any mind to Emma's clear avoidance; her caregiving tendencies when it came to the blonde overtook her senses. Picking her up, despite her squirming, she sat her down on her lap as she took a seat on the edge of the bed to look her over. Her hand ran around the back of the blonde's head, and when Emma winced, she inspected the area a little more gingerly and discovered a small lump.
Without seeking permission, she held her hand above the warm area and cast a healing spell to take away the blonde's pain, then wrapped her arms around her and held her close.
After a moment, Emma relaxed into the arms that held her. She still felt stupid for causing the accident that hurt her, but her head no longer hurt, and the incident had cleared away most of her previous intoxication. Enough so that she noticed Regina wasn't wearing any pants to speak of. This small distraction pulled her attention away from the gentle rocking and firm hold she was wrapped up in. She noticed everything about this new bare legged Regina she could. How warm she was, everywhere she touched. She dropped her hand down and casually ran her fingertips over Regina's outer thigh. Her skin was soft, and she bit her bottom lip to prevent any unexpected sounds from escaping. It felt good, really good, and she wanted to feel more.
Regina didn't seem bothered by her tentative touches, so she slid her hand up around the brunette's hip to casually see what kind of underwear she had on under the long sleeve top she was wearing. When her fingers made their way up to her waist, she pulled back her hand as if the discovery of Regina not wearing underwear had physically burned her skin. Her shock was apparent when the woman herself asked, "What's wrong, my darling?"
Emma shook her head, then wrapped her arms up around Regina's back and tried desperately to think of anything but the Mayor's bare sex. Of course, that was entirely impossible because Regina had absolutely no underwear on, and Emma was sitting on her lap while she had absolutely no underwear on! Who could think of anything other than the fact that Regina Mills had no underwear on?!
She felt her body temperature spike as she thought about what she would do with the Mayor in such a state and squirmed uncomfortably on the brunette's lap. She wanted more than simple thigh caresses and hugs. She wanted to know what the woman smelled like, what she tasted like. What kind of sounds she made as she was pushed to her peak. She seemed like a screamer, at least that's how Emma imagined her to be, and she wanted to know all of the ways she would come undone.
She suddenly felt unsure of herself, poorly remembering what the Mayor had said about offering intimacy. What did intimacy mean? Did it mean walking around and having lap cuddles with no pants on? Did it mean Emma wasn't allowed to explore her in all of the ways she wanted to? Uncertainty crept in, causing an anxious turmoil within her, so the brunette rubbed the flat of her palm over her spine to soothe her before asking again, "Talk to me, Emma."
"You don't have pants on," Emma said barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry, my little Sheriff needs to speak up. I can't hear her."
Emma cleared her throat and swallowed down her apprehension, and said in a firmer tone, "You don't have pants on."
"Well, I was getting changed and heard my little Emma fall down. Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I to assume in your drunken stupor you took a swan dive into the floorboards?"
"That's a far better image than what actually happened, so I'm going to let you think that, sure."
"Emma," Regina scolded in a low tone. "What do good girls do?"
Emma shrugged slightly and pressed firmly back into the Mayor, effectively hiding her worried scowl from the reprimand.
Regina's hand slid up Emma's bare thigh and gripped her hip just under her shorts and explained, "Good girls always tell the truth, don't they, Emma?"
Emma really didn't want to admit to jumping on the bed, and she really really didn't want to fess up to catching too much air before an ill-placed landing that caused the topple to the hardwood floor, so she brought the conversation back to something that was far less embarrassing for her. "You don't have any undies on either."
Regina shifted noticeably and answered, "That's more interesting to you, is it, darling?"
Emma nodded her head slowly against the older woman's chest and noticed her breasts, free from the confines of a bra, were erect and entirely inviting, and a shiver ran the length of her body. Regina cupped the back of her head and said in a low tone, "Is it too chilly for you, dear?"
Emma placed her hand back down on Regina's outer thigh and said, "I'm not cold." Emboldened by Regina's lack of reprimand, she slid her hand to the top of the bare leg and pushed aside the thin fabric that hid away the parts Emma wanted to view.
Regina's breath hitched, then hummed low in her chest before she asked, "Is my little Sheriff hot, perhaps?"
Emma licked her lips and nodded her head tightly, daring not to make too much of a disturbance. Regina cupped the back of her head and breathily spoke into her ear, "Would you like to see what kind of mess you made, little girl?"
Emma groaned as the knot in her stomach ripped a heated strip through her sex, and she nodded her answer. A breathy sigh heated her ear, and it was the first real indication of Regina's arousal, which made Emma moan, "Jesus fuck!"
A quick pat to Emma's thighs and Regina gave her first command, "On your knees, Sheriff."
Once Emma slid off her lap, she carefully lowered herself to the floor, all the while wide green eyes were pinned to Regina's thighs. The Mayor licked her lips as she slowly spread her knees, dark eyes taking in every minute detail of the Savior's reaction. "Give me your hand, little one."
Emma looked up, startled as if she'd forgotten Regina was there, and slowly offered up her hand. Regina took it in hers and moved closer to the edge of the bed, knowing the comforter would be stained easily with her desire, then pulled the blonde closer, sliding both of their hands between her trembling thighs. After a moment, Emma took over the slow exploration and slipped between the dark patch of curls, and her eyes grew wide as her fingers pressed into the molten heat of the Queen, and she looked up and asked, "Is that because of me?"
Regina nodded her head simply because she didn't have the breath in her lungs to speak. She gasped as the Savior's fingers skated down over her pulsing lips, causing her knees to part a little further. "Oh, that's it, good girl, just like that!" Regina exclaimed as she arched her spine and dropped her head back.
Emma was well aware of how ready the Mayor was, but asked, just to be sure it was okay, "May I enter you?"
Regina didn't want to rush what they were doing, but her body was betraying her will when her head nodded her permission. She groaned in satisfaction as long probing fingers pressed into her, and she let go of her control.
"Holy shit, you're so tight!" Emma exclaimed as warm, slick walls closed in around her pumping fingers. She moved closer, pushing the Mayor's thighs to give herself room, then lifted one of Regina's knees up, forcing the woman to lay back on the bed as Emma got into a position to fuck her. She needed to hear what the older woman's climax sounded like and could tell she was nearing her peak.
Emma leaned down and licked from where her knuckle was buried inside the Mayor to the apex of her sex, and when she reached the top, she wrapped her lips around the hard nub she found. Pumping into the slick opening, she lapped up the juices that were spread all over her sex.
She noticed Regina's thighs were butterflied on either side of her head, her hips thrusting into each pump of Emma's fingers, and her hands were anchored into the bed's comforter. Emma noted that the brunette never looked more beautiful. The veins in the Mayor's neck were bulging with strain when her entire body seized up. Her walls clamped down around Emma's fingers as a guttural scream escaped Regina's throat when she climaxed.
It was everything Emma had ever imagined and more, and she was sorry it had come to an end so quickly. She watched as the Mayor came down off of her high, her rapid breaths causing her chest to rise and fall in quick succession. Emma could feel the pulsing aftershocks gently squeeze her fingers, still buried deep within the Mayor, and she began stroking the soft walls.
A hand reached between Regina's thighs and stilled Emma's gentle probing, and a whimper sounded at being denied giving the brunette more pleasure.
Regina sat up and took hold of the Savior's jaw, drawing her close before kissing her firmly against her mouth. When she pulled back, she looked intently over Emma's features and said, "You are my good girl, Miss Swan. Do you understand?"
A satisfying warmth settled over the Savior as the words of her ownership were declared, and she grinned up at the Mayor. "What about you?"
A warm hand pushed messy blonde away from Emma's face, and with a satisfied smile, she answered, "And I'm yours."
"You'd be my good girl?"
"No, darling, I'd be your Mommy." Regina noticed the confused look overshadow the blonde's features and clarified, "If that's something you want. My honor title can be up to you, but I'd like to love and care for you. I'd like to belong to you as much as you belong to me. Would you like that?"
Emma considered it and was uncertain how she felt about the terms Regina was using and couldn't clear her mind to sufficiently think about what the Mayor was asking of her, so she shrugged her shoulders.
Regina could see the overwhelmed look in the Savior's face and tucked away her hopes for another day and said, "That's alright, darling. We can discuss it another time. May I tuck you in?"
Emma gave her a tight nod, then lifted her arms to show she wanted to be picked up, and once Regina complied, Emma hugged her tight and whispered into her ear, "I like being your good girl."
Regina smiled as she whispered back, "No matter what you decide, you'll always be my good girl, Miss Swan."