"Nose."
"Rhino," Emma deadpans, glaring murderously as Regina smirks, slowly peeling a bra strap down her toned arm. "That's not even hard, I've had that memorized since freshman year. I don't even think you're trying to help me study anymore. I think you just want to get naked," she scolds, even though those inquisitive eyes are following every move she makes to free her breasts from her own bra.
"Isn't that your reward, dear?" She sasses, one eyebrow scaling high in question, with her plump lips pursed and her hands freezing behind her back, refusing to unclasp her lacy bra and reveal those tender breasts Emma just loves biting into. "I thought that was the deal to motivate you into studying this evening? I help you study and for every question you get right, I remove an article of clothing?" She plays dumb and it only drives Emma more mad because her body is prickling with a type of obsessive need to touch Regina from four torturous days apart.
"Yes, but those aren't even challenging questions, I know what's going to be on that test. I need hard questions to be rewarded with your body," she reasons while Regina simply stares back at her. "Otherwise if you are going to keep giving me these preschool questions then you might as well just sit there naked and ask me, or better yet, sit on me naked and we can forget about studying completely." Regina pouts out that full bottom lip, her hands still playing a game of risk on the clasp behind her back. "Better yet, let's move on to the human anatomy portion, it might be best if I study that part hands on, up close and personal," she casually suggests.
In one swift motion, Emma grabs the heavy text book between them and tosses it across the room with a loud thud against the floor as she crawls across the bed.
"Emma, don't you dare look at me-" Regina isn't granted the opportunity to finish her threat, second time this evening actually, before Emma slams their lips together and forces Regina's back against the bed.
Regina's hands quickly move to latch onto Emma's flushed cheeks, drawing her in closer as she moans and rolls her body deliciously against the woman above. However, Emma hastily jerks her head away and gazes down upon her with a very serious expression and concern shimmering in those sea green eyes.
"Are you sure this is okay?" She meekly inquires, creating a wild grin to spread into Regina's cheeks.
She holds the younger woman's face firmly into place and holds her gaze intently. "Of course it's okay, I promise," she vows wholeheartedly and seals the declaration with a fiery kiss that instantly shuts the blonde up.
Emma groans, and it's not a sound that Regina has ever heard come from the woman's mouth before, it's deeper, almost like she's in agony from the lust and desire rippling through her body and it does things to Regina's insides that she truly cannot wrap her head around. Especially with Emma's tongue plunging roughly into her mouth, like she's taking this opportunity by the horns and claiming Regina all for her own, even if it is just for this one fleeting moment.
One firm hand slides beneath Regina's head and another pins her hip aggressively to the bed as Emma gasps and exquisitely rolls her entire body against Regina's for some much-needed friction. She gasps from the sensational pressure, forcing Emma's face in even closer, if possible, encouraging their messy spiral into a world of euphoria.
They both become overly frantic and desperate as Regina roughly tugs away Emma's tank top from her body before pale lips are brutally crashing into hers again. The kiss is sloppy, a combination of teeth and dominate tongues and hopeless gasps of clean air. Regina's skin is on fire, needing Emma's pleasure like a bucket of cold water to extinguish the burning flames. But she believes even after, there will still be embers glowing bright into the night just for this incredible woman.
She forcefully jerks Emma's red cotton shorts down, exposing her tight little bottom before clawing into the meat, her nails biting with promises of red marks for tomorrow. Emma's breath stutters in her throat before a guttural moan makes its way through her parted lips and she grinds her hips ruthlessly against Regina.
Emma suddenly backs away, sliding her shorts and thong away in a haste before grabbing Regina's yoga pants and tugging them away as if they have been personally belittling her all evening.
"Nope, no bra," Emma mutters to herself and Regina wonders if she's aware that those words escaped her brain and it made it out into the world. The blonde dives right back down and snatches Regina's bra away before flinging it across the room. "Finally," she breathes heavily, her body slowing down as she lays firmly on top of a completely naked Regina. "Wait," she pauses, all while Regina is watching her in adoration, very well aware of the fact that she's grinning like a damn fool and swooning over this woman.
Emma squirms, half laying on top of her body as she reaches for her knee-high sock.
"Ah-ah-ah," Regina darkly scolds, forcing curious green eyes to slide back in her direction. "Leave those on, dear," she husks, smoothing her hands up the muscular back that's flexing and clenching from her touch.
"What? Really? They're-"
"They're incredibly sexy on you," Regina finishes the thought, slithering her fingers beneath a mane of wild locks and demanding this woman kiss her once again.
Emma smiles like a buffoon into the kiss, showing off all her teeth and making it impossible for Regina to kiss her properly. "You know you're a dork."
"Actually, you are, Miss Swan, and I simply have a kink for the dorky side of you," she seductively confesses in a hushed whisper, her hot breath tingling against Emma's mouth and persuading the blonde to mindlessly grind against her.
"A kink, huh?"
Regina hums, capturing Emma's pretty lips again and bucking her hips to match the blonde's thrusts. They are almost too perfect, their rhythm molding their bodies together in a dance that's all too familiar and yet, foreign at the same time since they have never been granted the opportunity to be completely alone.
"After," Regina groans, tilting her head back into the pillow as her blood prickles and generates a deep shudder through her body as Emma's essence mixes with her own. "You need to study," she sternly states, despite her quivering body while Emma dips down and sucks her pulse between her teeth.
"Sex could kill us," Emma flippantly murmurs into her neck, her warm breath combined with the wet patch creates another shiver through Regina's body.
"What?" She hears herself reply, but she's too busy absorbing the sensations that Emma is gifting upon her greedy body.
"Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex?" Emma questions, her voice drifting away as she slithers down Regina's heaving chest to suck a pleading nipple into her mouth.
"Wha-what are you rambling on about?" Regina gasps, as Emma teasingly swirls the tip of her tongue around the silky flesh and it's so maddening how slow it is, that Regina wants to cry out and beg embarrassingly for more, but then she's biting down and sucking and forcing Regina's hips to jerk forward involuntarily from the pleasure thrumming through her system.
"Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow," Emma whispers against her wet nipple, delivering another package of chills to swim violently through Regina's blood and she's only semi-coherent to the fact that Emma must be proving some point of how much she knows about human anatomy like she insisted before she attacked her.
"You're still studying after," Regina groans, burying her fist into the golden waves as Emma travels down her flat stomach, licking a fiery path of teasing promises of what's to come.
"The brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere," Emma rambles, setting up camp and hovering right over Regina's perfectly waxed mound. "And secretions spit out of every gland," the tip of her tongue glides tentatively through her folds, producing a low groan to echo through the room as Regina flexes her hips for more. "And the muscles tense and spasm like you're lifting three times your body weight," Emma whispers, licking more firmly this time just before the flat of her tongue aggressively rubs against Regina's clit.
"Oh god, yes, Emma," she breathlessly gasps, her mind spinning hazardously because there's something in Emma's words and just the way she's speaking that's sending Regina closer and closer to her climax, far faster than she has ever felt before.
"It's violent," Emma firmly declares, sucking the hard nub harshly into her mouth. "It's ugly." Regina gasps as if she cannot breathe at all, every muscle in her body tightening. "And it's messy," Emma murmurs, sliding two fingers deftly into Regina's soaking wet center, and forcing the woman to cry out like someone might actually be beating her and she's pleading for her life.
Instead, she's pleading for the intense orgasm pulsating in every inch of her body and screaming to be released.
"And if God hadn't made it unbelievably fun, the human race would have died out eons ago," Emma informs her, deliberately curling her fingers expertly into Regina's tight walls, knowing exactly how this woman will react.
"Fuck, Emma, I...I..." she cannot possibly think straight, the words are spewing recklessly from her mouth without her consent. She feels the burning pressure coiling low in her gut and she's just dancing on the edge and needs...
"You know that women can have an hour long orgasm?" She flippantly inquires before she relentlessly flicks her tongue over the bundle of nerves and roughly pounds into Regina's trigger deep inside and...
"Holy fuck," Regina screams.
Her body flings forward like she's possessed, her nails dig ruthlessly into Emma's scalp to make sure she doesn't move a damn muscle as she vigorously grinds against that smart little mouth of hers. And Emma does this thing with her mouth and from the way she's forcefully licking the sensitive bundle of nerves, Regina can feel her jaw or chin or something, she's not quite sure, but it's a rough pressure against her throbbing clit that ignites her orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," Regina gasps, completely out of breath as sparks shoot through her veins and zap every cells that makes up her body.
She shudders violently, stiffening mid-air against Emma's face and releases a sticky hot mess that this amazing young woman seems eager to clean up. Her body hazardously collapses into the mattress, as she desperately tries to fill her deprived lungs with air and presses her palms into her eyes. Vibrant colors explode against the black hole of nothingness while she feels very wet kisses decorate her trembling skin.
"I think I can check human anatomy and chemistry off my list," Emma ecstatically quips, and Regina can sense she's hovering over her face, but she cannot find the strength to remove her hands, let alone open her eyes.
"Chemistry?" Regina mindlessly repeats, struggling pathetically to catch her breath.
She's pretty sure this woman just sucked her soul straight from her body.
"Yeah, I would say we have some amazing chemistry, don't you?"
"I don't even have to open my eyes to know you are far too pleased with yourself," Regina remarks.
"Can you open your eyes? Did I break you?"
Regina roughly shoves the woman until she's toppling over onto her back. She quickly climbs on top of her and smirks down at the grinning idiot below her. She runs her fingers through her own hair, a small piece in her mind wondering how messy it must be after an orgasm like that, while she feels Emma's warm palms gliding up her thighs.
Her eyes drift down like a feather against a warm summer breeze to land upon the gorgeous woman below. She smiles softly at the beautiful blush staining her cheeks and chest, and the color seems to really bring out the green in her eyes. She trails the back of her nails up the woman's sides, dipping within her prominent ribs, causing Emma to squirm and bite back a squeal. She doesn't mean to tickle the young woman, she's just interested in soaking up the moment and memorizing every detail of her before it's too late because she knows in two months, she will be gone.
"What?" Emma sternly questions, provoking Regina to blink away her thoughts, because she didn't know her emotions were so clearly written across her face.
"Nothing," she shrugs and dips down to press a kiss to those ruby red lips, so delectably swollen from their fierce kisses and previous activities.
"That look didn't seem like nothing," Emma mocks into the kiss, pressing her fingertips deep into Regina's heated flesh and encouraging the brunette to mesh against her own body.
"Shut up, Swan," she sasses, biting down on a thin bottom lip and eliciting the most desirable groan in response.
She swallows the fear bubbling up in her chest and shoves aside the haunting whispers because if she allowed herself to truly feel, she would be forced to admit that she's falling so incredibly hard for this woman. She feels something awfully familiar to love warming her heart every time she sees those knee-high socks, she distinctly senses the buzz through her blood when those glasses are perched at the tip of her nose and she is all too aware of the swarm of butterflies someone so carelessly released inside her gut every time Emma blushes and smiles so shyly at her.
She's selfish, she knows she is, for wanting the love of a man and a woman, Graham and Emma, but she can't force her heart to stop aching for both. There's not another man that roams this planet that could ever settle in her heart, just Graham. And she knows in the back of her mind, behind the madness of every day lives and the harsh critics of society that Emma is the only woman she will ever fall madly in love with.
She's always been a selfish woman, but she tried so desperately to push those needs aside, especially when she met her husband and fell head over heels for the man. Except, he was a different breed, unlike any other and he allowed her to live her life to the fullest, supporting her desires and encouraging her to love to her fullest potential.
And if society weren't so cruel and shunned the concept of three people falling in love and living together, then she would be asking Emma to move into their home and find her happily ever after with them. Well, that, and if that crazy woman, Mary Margaret, wouldn't be pounding on her door every day and hunting her down to release her daughter from Regina's wicked love spell.
But none of that matters, because at the end of the day, she is married to Graham, and Emma is young and needs to move back to New York and become a doctor like she has planned all her life.
"Regina?" She blinks through the cloudy haze surrounding her and finds Emma's sorrowful eyes blinking up at her. "You're killing me, please stop teasing," she whines with that damn pout on full display and she doesn't even feel the urge to scold her anymore. She dips down and kisses that frown away and decides it's high up there on her favorite Emma Swan qualities.
Through the vortex of her overwhelming emotions, she had marked Emma's neck subconsciously, a deep vibrant purple with a swirl of scarlet. She swallows, because she has never stained someone with a hickey before, but clearly her mind was insisting that she owns this woman tonight. It's just them, nobody else around and she wants to make sure this woman never forgets the tender touch of a woman.
She already knows Emma will never forget their wild and crazy threesomes.
Regina's index finger traces over the strong jawline, skims down the long column of her throat where she feels muscles contracting as she swallows, down through the valley of those voluptuous breasts to skate across the hard abdominal muscles toward her destination. She gently circles the silky pearl, everything about her touch is teasing and careful, not applying too much pressure.
"Uhh..." Emma groans, always so receptive to her touch before she breathes out a long humming moan.
Regina smiles wickedly into their kiss and then swirls her tongue so deliciously around Emma's sweet muscle that tastes faintly of white wine. Emma bucks her hips, desperately searching for more friction, but Regina wants to take her time with this stunning woman. She wants to hold onto this moment for as long as humanly possible.
Maybe they won't get around to studying this evening after all.
She moans from the feel of heat pulsating against her hand, encouraging her that Emma's ready for her. Emma whimpers as Regina's slender fingertips swim through the thick essence clinging to her silky folds and Regina cannot bite back the needy moan that falls passed her lips.
The passion is building and their hearts are racing as one and when Regina's leg slides against a sock, she almost sells her secret about falling in love with an adorable, corky, young blonde.
She sweeps through the wetness and moans all over again, mixing deliciously with Emma's groan as well. She gently eases one single digit inside, making herself right at home as she twists and stretches Emma's tight walls, earning herself a breathless gasp in return. Emma's mouth falls away, too consumed by the intrusion, so Regina leans back and watches as the pleasure washes over her lover's face. She smiles, a little too smugly and glides one more finger inside, and absolutely falling in love with the way Emma's nails embed into her hips.
"Fuck, oh god yes, fuck," Emma chokes out, gasping for her next breath while Regina's fingers corkscrew deep inside.
Regina crushes their mouths together once more because she needs to have every inch of her body connected to this spectacular woman. She then, shifts her body weight and urges her fingers in deeper by the thrust of her own hips and the high pitched shriek she is rewarded with is all the motivation she needs to proceed.
"Fuck, Em, you feel so good," she breathlessly murmurs into her mouth, ruthlessly grinding down against her own hand to add more pleasure for the woman below her.
Emma claws at her back mercilessly and she knows there will be evidence left behind for days of their escapades and it only adds fuel to the burning fire between them. She slithers one more digit to meet its partners, Emma's walls instantly sucking more pleasure from her fingertips. Emma's holding her breath and gasping for air all at the same time and its prickling against Regina's skin in delight.
And she loses her mind in the moment, becoming frantic and abandoning all she knows about sex. Instead her body reacts to every move, and every gasp Emma is producing. She somehow allows her body to completely take control and she rapidly pounds into the woman, ignoring the burn in her arm.
"Fuck, fuck me," Emma shrieks, her nails brutally biting into Regina's backs and tearing down her flesh as they both grind uncontrollably. "Oh my god, yes," Emma screams, her acoustics bouncing off the walls and playing so sweetly in Regina's ears as she coats those fingers with a sticky mess that inspires her to climax along with the stunning blonde. "Shit," she heaves, hopelessly gulping in as much oxygen as she can.
Regina slumps in utter exhaustion, her arm burning and her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. She slowly retracts from the pool of arousal and falls hazardously into the spot right beside her lover. Emma rolls over immediately though and wraps all her limbs around her like a damn koala.
"That...holy shit," Emma gasps incoherently, tucking her face against Regina's heaving chest and under her chin.
She holds the younger woman close and drops a kiss on top of her head, but decides to keep her mouth shut to ensure nothing stupid leaks from it. And within minutes both women are surrendering to the deep slumber lurking in the shadows.
And neither woman moves or even stirs when Graham comes home around five in the morning. He finds them completely naked, and clinging to each other as they both sleep peacefully, one with a determined expression and the other with a dopey grin that causes him to smile. He leans over the bed and kisses Emma's temple before moving to kiss his wife's lips and then he covers them up with the duvet.
He eventually crawls into bed once his mind is settled from a stressful day at work and slips behind his wife. He holds her close and when her body subconsciously scoots further back into his embrace, he cuddles into her back and is reminded that what they have could never be broken. And that night he ends up wrapping his arms around both women, loving the feel of Regina pressed firmly against him while she holds Emma in her arms.
XXXX
"You have glasses?"
Regina has never heard Emma's voice sound so low and so damn serious before.
"Yes," she coolly replies, slowly sliding the black frames down her nose to inspect the blonde carefully over the rims.
"Why the hell didn't you bust those out last night while we were studying? We could have done the whole teacher and naughty student, wait is it naughty teacher?" She rambles while Graham and Regina exchange a look and laugh at the young woman.
"Well, it seems like it was very smart of me to keep them hidden, you really wouldn't have accomplished much if I had worn them," she sasses, slipping them right back into place as she shuffles through Emma's notecards.
"I don't care. Alright you be the sexy school professor," Emma instructs, excitedly rocking on her bottom with her long legs folded like a pretzel with those damn knee-high socks.
It's only eight o'clock in the morning and Graham looks overly exhausted from where he's laying on his side of the bed. She didn't even hear him sneak in last night, but she found herself sandwiched perfectly between two gorgeous physiques this morning. Her legs are neatly tucked under her bottom and she's resting heavily against Graham while Emma sits directly across from her as they attempt another crack at studying. And she was forced to use her glasses because she's just as tired and her eyes are refusing to cooperate this morning.
"Answer the question, dear," she sternly commands because they have ventured away from medicine yet again.
"It's Lupus," she absentmindedly declares. "It's always Lupus. Now my reward, Miss Sexy Professor."
Graham barks out a laugh, his arm squeezing around Regina's waist at the idea of her as a sexy professor ready to reward her student with sexual favors. "Emma, you watch too much porn," he states and rolls over in bed to see her reaction.
"Hey, it can be very lonely studying to be a doctor," she defends, but there's a small grin slowly spreading across her mouth.
"Emma, focus," Regina demands. "Graham stop distracting her."
"I think it's her sexy professor that's distracting her," he teases, tugging her closer into his stomach.
"I'm still waiting for my reward, I know I got that answer right," Emma stubbornly announces.
Regina scoffs, but she leans over the bed, a few textbooks scattered about, and forcefully grabs Emma's chin. She locks eyes with the younger woman, silently commanding that she is the one in charge as she feels her husband's hands gliding up to caress her back. She jerks Emma's face in closer and presses a powerful kiss to those pouting lips.
She quickly breaks away from the kiss and slides back into her spot, against her husband and narrows her eyes at the young woman.
"Now, next question."