Despite every whisper in the back of her head warning her that it's wrong, it's so so wrong, she has found herself on Regina and Graham's doorstep every day for the last two weeks. She wakes up every morning with every intention of ignoring the tempting house luring her in from across the street, except that she keeps waking up in that house.
The night she found Regina angry in her studio from her immaturity, she spent the whole night talking to the brunette on her couch about everything they could think of and somewhere around three in the morning they fell asleep cuddled up. Around six in the morning, Graham came home from work and kissed his wife awake and then one thing lead to another and Emma found herself stretched and pinned deliciously in various positions. And since that fateful day, Emma has been wandering to their house every night.
So, a typical day for Emma Swan has been playing out like this for two weeks straight. After dinner with her parents, she heads over to Regina's around eight o'clock, where she spends a half hour hanging out with the couple before Graham heads to work. Regina will sometimes put a movie on for them, sometimes Emma studies while Regina works on her paintings, but she usually gets distracted pretty easily with Regina lingering around. They usually fall asleep in each other's arms and it takes every restraint in Emma not to ravish the brunette bombshell every night. Sometimes, she is gifted with a few passionate make out sessions, but nothing more because they all respect the rules. So, Emma waits patiently for Graham to wake them up and some mornings Emma just goes home and others she finds herself tangled in a mess of contradicting body parts; scruffy and silky, petite and broad, hard and soft, tan and pale, rough and delicate and she's absolutely head over heels with both.
She's following her mother's rule of texting when she's not coming home and every day her mother stares at her with a mix of wariness, longing and above all, plain confusion. Honestly, she gets it, she understands why her mother is burning holes into her because every time she looks at herself in the mirror she is just as puzzled. There is still an underlying feeling of guilt and shame, but she can never seem to hold onto those sensations long enough to care or stop it from happening again.
Whenever she is around Regina and Graham, there's this spark of excitement and anticipation and it sends a bolt of electricity through her veins and heightens all her senses. She feels magnetized to the couple, like her body needs to constantly be touching and caressing. It's alluring, addicting and she knows if she doesn't stop soon she will end up drowning, but she is obsessed with the pleasure and kindness that they keep showering her with. She has never felt this type of connection and above all, Graham and Regina worship her body and are constantly doting over her and she has never had this kind of attention from a romantic partner before.
She just keeps telling herself that Regina is lonely and scared to be alone at night while Graham is working the night shift. Regina has never expressed this, but Emma is certain that she feels that way, otherwise she would have told her to go home by now, right?
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She's swinging her feet, open and closed, open and closed in those damn knee-high socks. Regina wants to ask her why she insists on always wearing knee-high socks with such short shorts? If she's cold, throw on a pair of yoga pants. But she never asks, because Emma Swan is adorably corky and damn those knee-high socks for always turning her on.
Today, they are maroon and gold striped, with Hogwarts written just below her knee.
Regina rests her hand on the younger woman's knee and places her thumb right over the Harry Potter logo. "Emma, please be a dear, and tell Graham he needs to shave that scruff away," she politely requests, inspiring the blonde to peek over her text book, through her thick glasses to meet Regina's eyes.
"Why?" She shrugs carelessly. "I think it's hot." And then her eyes wander back down to the educational literature below, causing Regina to groan under her breath.
"See," her husband mocks, standing from the kitchen chair and crossing the room in two short strides. "It's hot, babe," he teases, pressing his lips firmly against hers only to break apart with a loud pop. He smirks, knowing she's fully annoyed and then moves to place his dish in the sink. "Thanks for having my back," he says in the most sticky-sweet voice before he presses a kiss to the side of Emma's head.
Emma laughs, shaking her head, but her main focus is her book because her mom keeps riding her on the exam she has coming up next week. Regina squeezes her thigh though, right above her knee, generating a yelp from the blonde in return.
"You're supposed to be on my side, dear," she drawls very slowly and seductively to lure the young woman to her team, her fingertips burying deep into the sensitive flesh.
"Okay, okay, girl code," Emma chirps, swatting the brunette away, but it's futile, Regina's determined and well, Emma really doesn't want the older woman to stop touching her.
"I don't know how I feel about this 'girl code'," Graham chimes in, casually leaning against the counter, his hip pressing against Emma's leg. "I don't need two women ganging up on me."
"That's not what you said last night," Emma manages to say very seriously, before she snorts and Graham breaks out into laughter while Regina rolls her eyes.
"Alright, I need to get a move on. I can't be late," he announces, pushing off the counter and planting one more kiss to Emma's cheek.
She offers him a shy smile, and Regina grins wildly at the blush warming the girl's cheeks. Graham then leans over Emma's legs and presses a more firm kiss to Regina's smiling lips before he heads toward the door.
"Be safe, honey," she calls out just before he leaves their home for another night shift.
"I always am," and with that he's gone.
"Are you hungry?" Regina questions as she sweeps to the sink and places Graham's plate into the dishwasher.
"I ate at my parents before I came," Emma mindlessly answers and she knows the girl is lost in her studies.
"Yet, that never stops you from raiding my fridge every time you come over," she teases lightly and then moves to step between two strong legs that she loves being wrapped up in. She palms both knees and grazes up the bare thighs, admiring how velvety soft her skin truly is. "Would you like a snack?" She husks, leaning further into the woman, her dark eyes peeking over the book.
Green eyes snap to attention, elated, full of pure amusement. "What kind of snack do you have in mind?" She investigates, one eyebrow quirking up along the way.
Regina hums, her hands twisting and caressing up the thick thighs so deliciously. "An apple." This suggestion is rewarded with a scrunch of an adorably cute, freckled nose in return. "No?"
Emma huffs, redirecting her attention back toward her book. "I was thinking more like you as my snack," she grumbles under her breath like a spoiled child not winning their way and Regina chuckles so darkly at this.
"Yes, but as I recall..." she slowly says, extending her words as she sashays toward the refrigerator, "your mother really wants you to study for your exam and I really shouldn't be distracting you." She opens the door and digs through a drawer until she has a crisp, deep red apple in her hand.
"Sure, that's why," and it's so hard to ignore the mocking in Emma's tone, "not because your husband just left or anything," she deadpans just as Regina steps between her legs again.
Regina frowns, presenting the delicious apple between Emma and her book. "Emma, do we need to talk about the rules-"
She's instantly interrupted. "Nope I'm good," the young woman chirps and snatches the apple right from her hand. She sinks her teeth in, the snap of the skin and the spray of succulent juices drawing Regina in and demanding her undivided attention.
She palms those pale thighs once again, relishing in the feel of their skin connecting and the warming buzz that always seems to spark whenever they touch. Except, this pretty little thing is paying very close attention to the words on each page and very clearly ignoring her. Regina watches through lust filled eyes as this girl takes another bite of apple and she has an inkling that maybe she's just pretending to be studying.
"Are you actually studying, dear?"
"Yes."
"Liar."
Emma scoffs, feigning offended as Regina slowly pulls the book away and gently places it beside them. Her hands instantly slide back to the woman's thighs as if there are magnets forcing her to forever touch and caress the blonde. She smooths over those thighs, intensely holding Emma's gaze as she leans in and steals a small bite from the apple. Pretty pink lips purse, now studying Regina closely instead of her book. Regina curls her fingers around Emma's waist and tugs the blonde flush against her stomach.
"You're not playing fair," Emma pouts.
"Don't pout, dear," she lightly scolds before slamming their lips together to erase the frown and this gorgeous woman whimpers in return.
Regina sinks her short nails into the soft fabric keeping the blonde's body securely hidden from her greedy eyes and Emma thrusts forward in return. She smiles into the kiss, before peeling apart her lips and guiding Emma's apart as well. She dips her tongue inside, timid at first because she wants to relish in the moment and not escalate things too quickly, knowing exactly how that always ends up. She sweeps her tongue against the velvety muscle that's so sweet from the apple juices, causing her to moan.
She realizes at this moment, that the girl has yet to touch her in any way, so she cracks open her eyes to find Emma still clinging to her apple while her other hand is curling around the edge of the counter like she's desperately trying to keep herself balanced. Her eyes fall closed again, knowing that Emma must be struggling to keep herself in control and focuses on guiding the dance between their eager tongues.
Regina's sneaky fingers slip beneath Emma's tank top, and again she's moaning at the feel of warm skin. She travels up the bare back, pressing her fingertips firmly and provoking the girl to lean in even closer until their breasts are pressing deliciously together. Emma whimpers again and then her hand is burying deep into Regina's hair and her long legs are wrapping around her body like a snake claiming it's prey, holding her impossibly close.
Regina allows herself to indulge a little longer, admiring the sweet taste, memorizing the silky flesh, swooning over the soft moans and delightful whimpers between each breath. Then, she slowly breaks away, knowing their body temperatures are at boiling point and they have to stop now before they cross the line of no return. She pecks those sweet lips one last time before untangling herself from those strong legs.
"Tease," Emma grumbles, only encouraging a raspy chuckle to escape Regina's lips.
"I suppose," she concedes and then holds out her hand. Emma accepts the gesture and allows Regina to help her hop off the countertop. "You need to actually study and I should work on my new sketch," she dutifully instructs, watching closely as Emma retrieves her book and holds it firmly against her chest with the apple still in her hand. And she berates herself for feeling so much toward the young girl.
The young girl, with wavy golden locks and big green doe eyes, who seems to be even more attractive with those big framed glasses and those stupid knee-high socks. She's corky, unique and it all does unexplainable things to Regina's insides. She feels this urge to protect the young woman, hold her close to her heart and vow to always take care of her, but she knows that's not necessarily in the cards for them, because she does love her husband. She does. It's just that this blonde is wiggling into her heart and it's so very hard to kick her out.
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Emma wakes up to a song of soft moaning, coming from both husband and wife. She blinks away her sleep and is expecting to feel the bed shaking or hear some naughty noises from their bodies, but she hears nothing but those soft groans. She peeks over her shoulder to find Regina with her eyes screwed shut and Graham's arms locked around her, one hand cupping her breast to keep himself anchored as he slowly, deeply, thrusts into his wife from behind.
Her entire body flushes from the scene, the warm sensation prickling through her limbs and tickling her bundles of nerves. And she needs them both right that very moment. She slowly spins around, not wanting to break their momentum, but Regina senses her, her dark eyes coming into view. The older woman attempts a smile, but a sultry moan leaks out instead as she reaches for Emma.
Emma squirms closer, cupping Regina's cheek and pulling her into a searing kiss that's burning hot and slow and sensual all at once and rattles Emma's beating heart. Regina groans into her mouth, her fingers sneaking through her long hair and jerking Emma even closer. It's like Regina needs her connection to reach her highest climax and it's exactly what keeps Emma coming back for more.
She backs away for a moment to admire the way this couple moves together, so in sync. She's mesmerized by the way Regina rolls her stomach and the way Graham is right there, thrusting deep inside of her. She lurches forward, capturing a hard nipple between her teeth and flicking the tip of her tongue over the peak. Regina groans, deep in her chest and it rumbles right against Emma's face and sets her heart on fire. Slowly, her fingertips tickle against Graham's hand, urging him to grant her access to the other breast. He slides his hand down just a fraction and Emma slips her tongue between his fingers to teasingly lick Regina's perky nipple pleading for more attention.
And the couple both moan erotically together, inspiring a shit eating grin to bloom across Emma's face. She flicks her tongue again over the protruding peak, swooning over the two different tastes of Regina and Graham against her muscle. Her bundle of nerves is fluttering, her walls clenching hopelessly around nothing at all and craving anything at this point, but she ignores the feeling and slithers down Regina's sexy little frame.
The thick heat and the scent of sex fills her nostrils as she leans in and rapidly flicks her tongue over the hood of Regina's mound. The older woman gasps, her hips jerking forward and motivating Emma to give her all. She uses the flat of her tongue to apply more pressure to Regina's hard nub, before furiously rubbing up and down and drawing out the most pleasurable sounds from above. It's something mixed between gasping for air and squealing in a high pitch and it encourages Emma to double her efforts. She becomes animalistic, ravishing this woman's clit and the way Graham is plunging into his wife is only forcing the needy little bud further into her mouth.
Regina is frantic, her body quivering and jerking all around to find the release from dancing so dangerously close to the edge. Emma can only assume how every nerve in the woman's body is thrumming and pleading for her orgasm and truthfully, she might just come herself from watching this sexy woman convulse and moan so erotically and suddenly Emma's grinding against nothing.
She sucks the greedy clit into her mouth and continues as Graham picks up his pace, slamming into his wife over and over again.
"Oh god...yes...oh, fuck," Regina cries incoherently as her hips flex forward and stiffen against Emma's puffy lips.
"Fuck baby," Graham's muffled groan comes from somewhere buried against his wife's back and Emma shudders violently from it all.
Regina gasps hazardously for her next breath and then winces when her husband pulls out of her and Emma is right in the line of sight to observe how naked Graham truly is. There's no condom this time and Emma finds herself wondering if Regina is on the pill, or if they are trying to have a baby and if they are, where does that leave her in the mix? She shoves those thoughts very far away and crawls back up in bed to rest against Regina's same pillow while Graham slips away to the bathroom. She leans in and delicately brushes her lips against Regina's parted mouth, still searching for her next breath.
"Well, good morning," the woman groans mischievously, eliciting a small laugh from Emma's lips. She runs her fingers through Emma's hair and tugs her closer. Emma mimics her action, her fingers swimming through the tangled locks all in disarray. Every time Regina sleeps between her and Graham those raven tresses are always tussled into a wild mess and it's one of Emma's favorite things about the woman. "I'll be back in a minute," she announces into the kiss and scoots away before Emma can protest.
Emma sighs, cuddling up in bed and tugging the sheet back over her body. She assumes that the moment is over, both husband and wife were satisfied, so she breathes through the ache between her legs and wills herself to fall back asleep. Except, that damn sun is shining brightly this morning and demanding that everyone face the day with a smile brighter than its rays.
Graham rejoins her before Regina, sliding into the spot right behind her. He pulls her close and kisses her shoulder and she sighs from the comforting touch. He's strong and his body is firm and broad and she always feels safe in his arms, like he will always protect her from anything. He peppers gentle kisses all along her shoulder and up her neck while his fingers dance down her abdomen. Two firm fingers circle teasingly around her bundle of nerves, never truly touching, but seducing a thick liquid to coat her folds. She groans, popping her bottom against his embrace as slender fingers press into her thighs.
Regina forces her body onto her back, while the older woman settles between her legs. Green eyes study the way those slender fingers glide up her thighs, spreading her legs apart before she dips down and tentatively sweeps her tongue up Emma's slit. She gasps, squeezing her eyes closed for a moment as she feels a cool breath blowing through soaked center. She shivers deliciously, her hips jerking and pleading for so much more.
And then, there's a mouth enclosing around her breast, a tongue swirling around her nipple while another tongue swirls around her bundle of nerves and she loses her mind from the stimulation.
"Oh fuck," she grumbles, her throat already sounding so raw as she gives in to the immense pleasure.
Teeth scrape against her breast before sucking her peak into his mouth while Regina sucks her clit. Her body convulses from the strong electricity sparking through her blood, forcing her heart to pound even harder. She cracks her eyelids open, so she has this memory to look back on one day and watches as Regina slides two fingers into her center, stretching her in the most glorious way. Maybe one day she will find the courage to look up at the mirror on the ceiling and watch it all play out before her.
"Oh fuck, Regina," she grits out, palming the back of the woman's head and encouraging her to continue.
And of course, Regina never skips a beat because she would be damned if she ever left this girl unsatisfied. She aggressively rubs her tongue against Emma's bundle of nerves over and over again while her fingers corkscrew deep inside and then stroke the most sensitive spot hidden away.
"Oh my god," Emma gasps, forcing Regina's head in even closer while Graham sucks her nipple ruthlessly and gropes the other.
And that's all Emma needs, she's being finger fucked, while her clit is being worked over and both breasts are being worshipped and she explodes, violently. It comes out of nowhere and wracks her entire body with a burning pleasure she has never quite felt before. She cries out in a voice that she doesn't even recognize and slams her eyes shut as her entire body trembles uncontrollably.
Graham peppers her chest with kisses that express how much he adores her while Regina crawls up her body and softly kisses her lips. And there's this feeling swelling in Emma's heart and she just knows how much this couple idolizes her and she surrenders to their compassion.
"Breakfast?" Graham cheerfully suggests, leaving the comfort of the bed to throw on a pair of sweats.
"Yes, I need a pot of coffee," Regina agrees, but her lips can't seem to get enough of Emma's which only results in a deep chuckle from her husband.
"I need bacon," Emma announces, refusing to break apart from Regina's mouth. She slides her hands around the woman's dainty waist and holds her impossibly close.
Regina moans, thrusting her hips forward and smiling into the kiss. "Waffles?"
"Mmm, yes!" Emma happily concedes, her eyebrows dancing in amusement.
"Well, I'm not cooking by myself," Graham firmly states and reaches across the bed to swat Regina's exposed bottom. "Get up you two!" He laughs and struts right out of the room.
"Alright, let's go dear," Regina says through a dazzling smile and Emma can't help but follow this woman out of the room, completely under her spell.