"Emma," Regina's groggy voice whispers through the darkness, except for the television glowing from across the room.
"Hmm?"
"My neck is stiff, let's move to the bed," she complains directly into Emma's ear, eliciting a small groan in response. Green eyes refuse to leave dreamland, so blindly, Emma's fingers glide away from the warm breast she was clinging to in her sleep, until she's gently rubbing the tight muscles in Regina's neck. "Please, Emma," she whimpers before she hisses from the pain shooting up her neck.
"Okay."
Emma blinks away her sleep, stretching out her own stiff muscles while Regina rolls off the couch. She holds out her hands and Emma eagerly accepts being tugged to her feet. Regina rolls her neck, groaning and whimpering as they walk toward the bedroom, hand in hand. She has no idea what time it actually is, but by the violet glow seeping through the windows, she knows Graham will be home soon.
Regina perches herself at the edge of the mattress, her fingers curling around the end until her knuckles are pure white. She rolls her neck again, groaning in agony all over again as Emma crawls carefully onto the bed behind her. She watches closely as the woman hangs her head and whimpers and without another thought, Emma is scooting against her back.
Emma kneels behind her and very carefully settles her hands upon the woman's shoulders, causing Regina to tense immediately.
"Relax, I promise I'll be gentle," she vows in a whisper and carefully squeezes to back up her statement. Regina moans from the pressure, stretching her neck to the right to help alleviate the pressure. "Just tell me if it's too much or if you need more."
"Okay," she grumbles and if Emma is not mistaken, she's on the verge of tears. She tenderly works over Regina's shoulders, the heels of her palms lightly pressing into the sore muscles. "A little harder."
Emma nods along, even though Regina can't see her and then proceeds to squeeze a little bit more firmly, pulling out a deep rumble that stirs in the back of Regina's throat. And damn this woman for having such a deep and raspy voice that seems to be somehow connected to the apex of Emma's thighs. She ignores that and focuses because Regina seems to really be in a lot of pain tonight. She utilizes the strength in her thumbs, pressing down deep into the agitated tissues, and rubbing the ache away. Regina inhales sharply, but not once does she tell her to stop, so Emma continues dutifully.
"Do you want to lay down?" Emma sweetly asks over the shell of Regina's ear and she is enthralled with the way the brunette shivers.
"Maybe," she whines, persuading Emma to shuffle back and allow her the space she needs to lay on her stomach.
Regina settles on her stomach, her forehead pressing into the mattress below with her arms at her sides. Emma sits down beside her, her fingers instantly moving to massage the ache away. The brunette sighs heavily as the firm fingertips loosen the knot tormenting her neck. She moves slowly, applying pressure through the neck until she's working over the tense shoulders and every move must be helping from the way Regina's moaning in response. And those glorious sounds really shouldn't be tingling every nerve ending that makes up Emma, but she can't help it. Those moans and groans of relief are deep, seductive, rich with raw sexual passion and Emma's suddenly aware of how hot her skin is growing.
She shifts beside the woman, clenching her thighs impossibly close to relieve some of the throbbing between her legs. She wants to make this woman feel better, she's determined. Carefully, she climbs onto Regina's bottom and squeezes the tan shoulders with both hands and the moan she receives kick starts her heart and pumps liquid desire to swim through her blood.
She swallows down her need, because even if she did abandon Regina's need for help and moved to turn the situation into something more, she would be denied. It's not like she could flip this sex goddess over and ravish her until she completely forgets about the ache in her neck. So, Emma firmly glides her hands down Regina's back, adding more pressure and some heat into the mix.
Suddenly, Regina squirms, provoking Emma to scoot right off her tiny frame.
"Hold on," the brunette murmurs and she almost sounds drunk, but Emma knows better. Regina quickly rips her tank top away and tosses it on the other side of the bed before she lays back down. "Okay," she whispers, encouraging Emma to climb her once again.
Green eyes roam over every inch of this woman's smooth back, admiring the tight muscles moving and clenching. She presses the heels of her palms into the dip in Regina's lower back and slowly slides up her back, memorizing every beauty mark along the way. Regina breathes out a low, deep groan that drives Emma absolutely insane. And without her brain's permission, Emma dips down and presses a kiss to Regina's sharp spine at the base of her neck.
"You're so sexy," she mumbles into the warm flesh and adds another kiss before she focuses on her task again.
Regina hums in response and Emma knows she's becoming drowsy from the massage. They are both lost in the moment, both surrendering to the intimate touch of another human. Even still, Emma distinctly hears the front door open.
"Graham's home," she acknowledges and receives another moan in return, encouraging her hands to proceed without a care in the world.
Her right hand slips beneath the messy raven tresses, pinching just below the woman's skull to ease away the pressure building.
"If I wasn't such a trusting husband, this would be quite the predicament you two are in," Graham's voice booms through the room.
"Regina has a stiff neck," Emma immediately defends, peeking over her shoulder to find the man strutting across the room with a shit eating grin. "We fell asleep on the couch and she must have slept on it wrong."
Graham pouts as he crawls onto the bed and hovers over his wife, but Emma's fingers never desist. He cups the back of Regina's head and sweeps his thumb lovingly.
"How are you feeling, baby?" He whispers, wondering if a headache is forming from the tension.
"I'm alright," she lazily says before she slowly turns, causing Emma to lift her weight off the woman. "How was work?"
"Same old, same old. Are you sure you're fine?" He questions in concern, his eyes narrowing to convince his wife not to lie to him.
"I am," she states with conviction, gripping Emma's hips and tugging her back down until she is straddling her waist. "Emma worked out all the kinks."
"I hope not all the kinks," he playfully teases, leaning in to capture her pouty lips.
"Never," Regina murmurs into the kiss, her grip tightening suggestively upon Emma's hips before her thumbs sweep against the warm flesh.
And Emma knows exactly what is on this woman's mind now. She watches as Graham and Regina share a lazy kiss while her hands glide up the woman's bare skin, admiring the taut muscles until she is caressing two full mounds with need. Regina groans, arching her back and giving herself to all of Emma's touch. Her thumbs sweep lightly over the nipples before circling the silky flesh and encouraging them to harden with lust.
Regina groans, bucking her hips beneath Emma while Graham cups his wife's cheek to deepen the kiss. Emma smirks, knowing the pleasure her and Graham are granting the brunette in the moment, especially from the heat emitting from the woman. She dips down, her blonde curls tickling the flesh below before the tip of her tongue pokes out to lick one needy nipple. Another deep moan and Emma is swirling her tongue around the perky bud before sucking roughly and crumbling when Regina moans and thrusts her damp center into Emma's.
Emma groans, from the heat and the wetness and the lust pulsating between them is tangible. She devours the most perfect breast, while her hand possessively caresses the other and that's when she feels thick fingertips threading through her locks, holding her into place and she knows it's Graham's touch which only urges her on. It's like she's bewitched, biting and sucking that delicious bud like she cannot possibly get enough of the taste. She faintly hears a hiss and a pitiful plea of a moan from above but she ignores it all and proceeds.
However, Graham tugs on her hair, and she happily obeys the request just to be swept up into a deep kiss from him. Now it's Regina's turn to stretch forward and hold Emma's nipple captive, forcing a moan to slip passed her lips and fade away into Graham's mouth. It isn't long though before Graham is slipping away, pecking her lips one last time before he swoops down and offers Regina a quick kiss as well.
Regina glides her hands up Emma's face and pulls her down for a searing kiss that steals the last bit of oxygen from Emma's lungs. She sneaks her right hand between their bodies and roughly gropes Regina's breast, inspiring both women to moan erotically into the heated kiss. Warm fingertips are suddenly peeling away her cotton shorts, along with her thong at the exact moment slender fingers are dragging her tank top up her torso, tickling her ribs along the way. She completely melts into the feeling of being undressed by both of her lovers.
The women break apart their kiss for a split second, so Regina can peel away her top just as Graham is lifting her feet to remove her pants, leaving her deliciously exposed for the couple. She dives right back in to a passionate kiss that always sweeps her up and drops her off into some dream world where every touch, every sensation, is heightened. She somewhat is aware of Graham removing Regina's pants and underwear as well, but as always, she's too lost in all that is Regina Mills.
She's engulfed by her calming lavender aroma, relishing in the taste of her sweet and dominate tongue, and melting into her claiming touch. Regina's touch is always too much, conflicting between tender, yet domineering and even though she's ever so sweet with Emma, it's almost like she's claiming her and owning her as well. She's obsessed with it all and she's not even aware of her hips gyrating all on their own, seeking some much-needed friction.
Regina moans into her mouth, and that's when Emma feels the woman's silky folds sliding so perfectly against her own. She groans hopelessly at the feel of Regina's thick arousal mixing with her own and setting them both fire. She shivers from the feeling, and forces her tongue even further into Regina's mouth like she needs to steal everything from this beautiful creature to survive.
Graham grips Regina's ankles and pulls her down the bed, taking Emma with her and heightening the blonde's arousal. Regina's bottom teeters on the edge on the mattress as she brings her knees up, allowing Emma to fall firmly between her legs. Graham's broad fingers press firmly into Emma's back, slowly gliding down, examining every dip in her ribs along the way until he's curling around her hips and holding her into place. She moans deeply, her bottom popping, assuming that he's about to push inside of her, but instead, she feels his latex covered tip gliding through her slick folds. Graham groans, his fingers digging into her flesh as his full length rubs gloriously through her folds and against her clit and she's about to moan, but Regina's whine fills the air and sends icy cold chills down her spine.
She shudders, but Regina wraps her arms around her and holds her close as their kiss becomes more frantic. Graham's rock hard between them, as he slowly pulls back and rapidly thrusts forward again. Emma gasps from the firm pressure against her aching clit, encouraging her hand to squeeze Regina's breast again. Regina squirms, a sultry moan vibrating between their chests as Graham teases her bundle of nerves.
It's absolutely thrilling and erotic to see Regina below her, wiggling and pleading for an orgasm while feeling Graham's stiff erection glide roughly through both their folds. It's forbidden. It's titillating. It's filthy. It's sensual. It's intimate. And it all has Emma's mind spinning viciously and her heart pleading on its hands and knees for more.
She grounds down, roughly grinding hard against the stiffness rubbing deliciously against her clit. Regina mewls, only encouraging Emma to grind even harder against Graham.
"Oh fuck," Graham croaks out, leaning further into her back while his short nails bite into her flesh, most likely marking her, but she's too gone to truly care.
She pops her bottom into the man before she rapidly slides up and down his length, adding more exquisite weight and pressure to Regina's bundles of nerves.
"Yes," Regina breathlessly moans and it's a cross between begging for her release and gasping for her next breath, like she's been desperately holding one single breath the entire time and Emma knows. She's had this woman enough times over the course of two weeks that she knows exactly when Regina is about to surrender and come undone.
Emma picks up her pace, flexing her hips and grinding wildly against the rock-hard pressure. She's growing slick, her body breaking out into a sweat between two over heated bodies. She plunges her tongue into Regina's mouth, claiming the woman's mouth while her nails embed deep into the woman's heavy breast. Regina gasps into her mouth, the woman's hips becoming hysterical as she grinds against Emma's force as well.
"Oh god, I'm...fuck," Emma moans into Regina's mouth, inspiring the brunette to grab a fistful of Emma's long mane and force her mouth even closer.
Both women become frantic, unhinged, grinding ruthlessly against a stiff shaft while their kiss becomes all teeth. Graham has completely stopped moving, allowing the women to take control and take his pleasure. He's holding onto Emma's hips for dear life and then she feels his forehead connect with her back. His hot breath is coming in short spurts against her slick skin and causing her to shiver.
"Oh yes...Emma, don't stop," Regina groans as if the words are trapped somewhere in the back of her throat.
Regina stops kissing her, her head dipping back into the mattress and exposing her long neck, and it's all too enticing for Emma not to latch on to. She bites into the salty flesh, purposely scraping her teeth against the sensitive skin before she sucks hard and that is the key that sends Regina over the edge.
Regina grabs Emma's hair with all her might, while her other hand scratches heavenly into her back, creating a whole new artwork of red tracks against porcelain skin. She cries out, a rich, sultry groan while holding her breath and Emma completely falls apart at the mercy of Regina's voice alone. She sucks Regina's neck even harder, grinds down with a biting force and allows the burn deep in the pit of her stomach to run wild. The euphoric pleasure sizzles until there's a fiery path of lava melting through her blood.
"Fuck, fuck," she hears Graham grunt behind her before she collapses onto Regina, but he roughly slides her body up and down two more times before he releases her and explodes into his condom.
Emma heaves against Regina's chest, rising and falling hazardously with the woman's swallow breaths as Graham slips out from between them. He pads heavily across the room, his steps sounding utterly exhausted before he disappears into the ensuite. Regina releases her death grip on golden tresses and tenderly massages Emma's scalp, encouraging pale lips to pepper across the slick chest.
Emma rests her head against Regina's chest, relishing in the sound of an erratic heart beat banging from their adventures. Off in the distance she hears the running water and she knows Graham is cleaning himself up and it's only moments later when he returns.
"I had a long shift, anyone up for a nap?" He hopefully inquires as he clambers onto the bed.
"Yes," Regina breathes, lightly scratching her nails against Emma's back so they can maneuver on the bed.
"Emma, it's seven, are you going to head home?" Graham questions while Regina crawls up the bed and slips beneath the sheets, but then this brunette is holding out her arms and Emma melts.
She crawls up the bed, squirms beneath the sheets and allows Regina to play as the big spoon. The older woman holds her close, firmly against her front and Emma fits perfectly into the spot and that's as far as she gets before her mind drifts into a deep slumber.
XXXX
Her husband's phone is blaring, rattling obnoxiously against the nightstand and forcing her heavy eyes to peel apart. She's warm, but not overheated and that's when she feels the comfort of the younger woman in her arms.
"Graham?" Regina mumbles over her shoulder and away from the sleeping blonde.
"Yeah baby," he acknowledges, but he's already answering his phone. "Sheriff Graham...okay, okay, I'm on my way." He quickly ends the call and groans, scrubbing his hands down his tired face. He rolls over in bed, lightly dragging his fingers down Regina's arm before he whispers in her ear, "I have to go. Gold's shop was vandalized and he only wants to speak with me."
"Is he alright?"
"I think he's just furious," he states before placing a sweet kiss to her temple and she hums in return.
He moves quickly out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to wash up and place his work uniform back on. Regina's half asleep again when he emerges, and he takes a moment to admire the two women. He studies their slender bodies molded so perfectly together, Emma's fair skin contrasting so beautifully against Regina's Latina coloring. There's something so delicate and intimate in the moment and he's finding himself even more attracted to his gorgeous wife. He dips over the bed, kissing Emma's temple lightly goodbye before he moves to kiss Regina on the lips.
"I'm not sure how long I'll be," he whispers into his wife's ear, "you two have fun today," he says, smiling to himself before he slips away.
Regina blinks, his words washing over her and awakening something deep inside from his playful tone alone. She quickly, but very carefully slips from the bed, not to disturb Emma and rushes out of the bedroom, stark naked. She softly closes the door to keep her conversation private from a certain blonde.
"Graham," she calls out and finds him lacing his boots near the front door.
"I didn't mean to wake you again," he says, flashing a dopey smile from her bare figure before he finishes with his laces.
She runs her fingers through her hair, knowing it's an utter mess whenever she sleeps with her two most favorite humans. "That's alright, I just..." she trails off, so unsure how to broach the subject.
"What's wrong? I really have to get a move on." He gently clasps onto her biceps and sweeps his thumbs lovingly to convince her to speak.
"What you said in there..." he's grinning at her like a lunatic and she knows, that he knows, exactly where her mind is. "You were hinting something more, weren't you?"
He dips down and captures her lips into a slow, meaningful kiss that leaves her lightheaded. "I know we need to discuss this further, but if you would like to be with her today, I'm okay with it."
She flinches from the surprising turn of events, because since they have opened up their marriage, neither one has ever engaged in sexual activity without the other and she's completely thrown off.
"I-what? I-I don't understand, why?"
"Relax, baby," he whispers and kisses her softly again before he pulls away and stares deeply into her eyes. "Emma's different. I know you see it and feel it too." Her brows furrow as she listens intently and he knows he needs to keep explaining. "Come on, Regina, we never engage this much with someone. She's been at our house every day now for two weeks and I thought at first that I was going to feel worried and uncomfortable with you two spending so much time together, but I'm not. I know you're bisexual and I know that she fills something in you that I never could, but it's more than that too. I really like her a lot and she's so easy going and I never feel uncomfortable or neglected when the three of us are together."
"Graham, I'm so confused, why are you saying all of this?"
"I," he chuckles, releasing her bicep to scratch at his scruffy beard, "I'm not really sure what I'm saying. I guess we need to have a conversation with her, but I want you to know that it's fine with me if you two sleep together."
"What-are you sure?" She blurts out, so flabbergasted in the moment that she's not even sure what to think.
"Don't you feel like she's been a part of our relationship lately, not just a fun night for our sexual desires?"
"Um...well...yes. In a sense."
He smiles so sweetly back at her. "It's okay, Regina. I know you two share a deep connection," he pauses, grinning so softly as he curls a chunk of hair behind her ear, "but I also know that we do too and I know what we have is secure. I don't think I would have suggested this with anyone else, but Emma..."
"Graham, I don't want you to feel-"
"I wouldn't have said it, if I didn't mean it. She means more to both of us than some one-night stand. We both know that." He quickly glances at the clock on the wall and sighs heavily. "I really need to go, but we will talk about this when I get home, alright?"
"Alright," she exhales slowly before he gifts her one delicate kiss that sweeps her anxiety away and then he's out the door.
She breathes slowly, trying so desperately to wrap her head around what her husband just said. She trudges back to the bedroom, confused, wondering what this means for her marriage. Never once did either one feel more for another, but there's something special about this young blonde and she seems to have set up camp in their hearts.
She just...fits into their marriage.
Like she's meant to be.
She sighs heavily, so torn between her heart and her mind. On one hand, she would love to have alone time with this spectacular woman, but on the other hand, she doesn't want to ruin her marriage.
She stands in the doorway, gazing at the silhouette in a heap of tangled sheets. The morning sun is seeping through the curtain, highlighting her beautiful bouncing curls. Her long back is naked and on full display, the sheet clinging to her firm little bottom that Regina loves biting her nails into during sex. She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and encloses the gap between them.
She crawls slowly onto the bed, slips behind the younger woman and holds her impossibly close. Emma sighs, scooting further back into the embrace and in her sleep, finds Regina's hand and tucks them between her voluptuous breasts. Regina places a lingering kiss to the mess of golden curls and holds her while her mind runs rampant.