Two weeks since Regina decided to stay and both women have been lovesick fools for one another. Emma is addicted to her gentle touch. She's obsessed with her demanding kisses. She craves that longing look in those enchanting brown eyes when Regina's body needs her just as much as Emma needs her. Three full weeks they have spent together, inseparable and never once growing tired of the other person.
With the two of them helping on the Mills' farm, Henry has taken this opportunity as a small vacation for himself as well. Some days he grows bored and will help the girls, which just means more free time for Regina and Emma in the evening.
"How many more of these do I have to buy you before you sing karaoke?" Emma shouts over the loud woman who is painfully off tune up on stage in the crowded bar.
"You can keep buying until we pass out," Regina coyly quips with that devilish smirk slithering across her ruby-red painted lips.
"Or until you sing," she taunts, holding up two fingers for the bartender.
Green eyes shamelessly rake up and down her date's body once again. A tight, black, leather dress with the thinnest of straps cling to Regina's taut little body. The stilettos she is wearing, in deep blood red, burns her skin and creates an all too familiar throb painfully between the apex of her legs.
They should have never gone shopping earlier that day...
Regina hasn't worn lipstick since the first night Emma had met her, and now she's wondering how she will ever survive with this brunette back in the states, if this is how she normally dresses.
If they continue this back home...
"Swan! Is that you, love?" A thick British accent lures her away from her inappropriate gawking, demanding her full attention.
Her eyes inquisitively scan the crowded bar until they land upon Killian, who is smiling brightly as he shuffles through the sweaty people surrounding him.
"Who's that?" Regina coldly interrogates, reclaiming her full attention once again.
Emma turns her head slightly to answer, but she finds there's this thick wall of tension separating them like she has never felt before with this woman. Her head falls to the side as she tries to comprehend what is occurring with her roommate this evening. If Regina's eyes were a mood ring right now, they would definitely be glowing green with jealousy and Emma has no clue as to why? She knows, Regina doesn't know about her...relations with Killian, so why, all of a sudden, is she acting so cold and distant?
"Swan! Great crowd tonight," Killian cheerfully acknowledges, leaning in far too rapidly to lightly kiss her reddening face.
"Killian? What are you doing here in Sicily again?" She investigates as neutral as possible while Regina stares murderously at the clueless man between them.
"I brought a small group of friends and decided to hang out for a few days. What are the odds of running into you again?" He smirks that devilishly handsome grin suggestively while his eyebrows wiggle to her horror.
"Uh, right. Well, Killian this is Regina. Regina this is Killian," she formally introduces the two, making sure she avoids specifics like the plague. Even though she knows both Regina and Killian's curiosities will get the best of them and their words will spew rapidly from their big mouths.
"Nice to meet you, lass," Killian politely holds out his hand and waits for Regina to accept his gesture.
Regina honestly looks like the stranger is infected with some incurable disease as she finally shakes his hand. And she is quick to end the greeting, never saying one word in return, besides the disgusted scowl upon her face that is screaming an entire monologue.
"Have you been having fun here?" Killian turns his attention toward Emma and decides to ignore Regina altogether.
Green eyes drift toward Regina, watching intently as her date slams back both shots Emma had ordered for them. She's absolutely stunned by Regina's reaction to Killian because as far as she is concerned, her and Killian are just friends, so there's nothing to be all bent out of shape for. And truthfully, that's all they are, she doesn't want anything from the man ever again.
"Yeah," she finally mumbles a response to the man's question, even though her mind and eyes are solely focused on Regina.
"More fun than we had?" He leans in dangerously close, provoking Regina's back to stiffen, straightening her posture into something that looks awfully painful.
"Yeah," she mutters again, examining closely the way Regina is fuming in her seat.
"That's hard to believe," Killian husks as he sways a little closer into her space. "We really rocked the boat," he laughs, a deep bravado chuckle and presses his legs against Emma's thigh.
"Like Tink and I said before, you come on way too strong," Emma deadpans, lightly pressing into his shoulder to shove him away.
"Hey, have you spoken to Tink since you two?" His eyebrows dance in amusement while her stomach twists and turns painfully in burning shame. "I haven't seen her lately."
"She went back to New Zealand," she responds as Regina orders something in Italian and she knows, she fucking knows, Regina's speaking the foreign language on purpose just to piss her off. "Regina-" she begins, but she's quickly cut off by the pest swarming around her.
"Are you going to sing tonight? I heard this place is a riot when everyone's wasted," Killian laughs, again completely oblivious to the tension that's clinging to the air and slowly suffocating them.
"Yes, well no...I don't know," she stammers, reaching for Regina's hand.
Except, the brunette snatches her hand away far too quickly as her head snaps bitterly in Emma's direction. Those eyes are shooting murderous daggers, and she has never seen a scowl upon that beautiful face quite like this one.
What the fuck did she do?
"You should, now you have a partner to humiliate yourself with," Regina coldly remarks, her words icing Emma's veins and running her blood cold.
"Regina," she whines, but her date swiftly turns back around and slams back another shot. "Okay, you're done," she orders as she stands tall from her stool in front of the bar, her mood quickly turning sour from Regina's bitter bite.
"Oh, you don't get to make that type of call," Regina retorts with dangerous venom dripping from her lips.
Emma stares dumbfounded by the odd behavior. She hasn't seen Regina lash out like this once, in the three weeks she has known her. Usually there's a hint of playfulness when they argue back and forth, but not now. She's cold, distant and downright bitchy.
Her mind races with too many questions while she continues to gape at the brunette tossing back another shot. There's a taunting voice whispering in the back of her mind, that maybe she doesn't know Regina like she thought she did. Her stomach flips from the sudden thought and a tangy acid creeps up her chest and burns the back of her throat.
"Killian, can you please excuse us?"
"Am I interrupting?" He fakes innocence, knowing damn well he is wedging his way between her and Regina. "Swan, are you on another date?"
Regina slams her glass down with crushing force before her hands press flat against the bar and shoves her stool back aggressively. Her high heels click angrily against the tile, echoing her chant of obvious rage as she storms away, leaving a trail of heated smoke behind.
"You're a dick," she barks, brushing right passed the man, making sure she shoulder checks him on the way out. Her feet take off through the crowd in search of the angry brunette without hesitation. "Regina!" She calls out when she spots the woman exiting the bar, but she ignores her.
Emma squeezes between the loud and rowdy group lingering in the entryway and slips out the front door. The warm evening breeze sweeps across her flushed cheeks and brushes her long hair off her shoulders to cool her over anxious nerves about the argument. She discovers Regina just up the road, stomping away with her hands holding onto her arms as her life support. Green eyes roll and then she takes off running in her flip flops down the stone path.
Luckily, she's much faster than Regina is, and she easily catches up. Her fingers curl around a dainty elbow and digs deep into the soft flesh as she brutally whips Regina around.
"What is the matter with you?" She harshly snaps, her eyes searching for an answer within the dark haunted orbs glaring back at her.
"Get off," Regina angrily bites, jerking to free herself from the harsh hold and Emma obeys the request immediately, not wanting to further anger the beast.
"Then talk to me, what the hell was that back there? We were having fun."
Regina scoffs her annoyance before pivoting on her thin heels and storms off toward her house. Emma groans, equally frustrated and annoyed by the temper tantrum, but she still chases after her. She calls her name and asks for her to answer repeatedly as she follows the brunette all the way home like a damn lost puppy. Not once does Regina ever mutter one single word.
Emma follows her inside their private area and slams the door behind them. She kicks off her flip flops and glares at the woman in front of her.
"Answer me!" She screams into the small room, but Regina is unaffected by her volume. With rage pounding through her limbs, Regina tears away her heels and tosses them to the ground. Her cheeks are beet red, her eyes are filled with malice and her breathing is unsteady and Emma is so fucking confused. "Regina, you need to explain yourself right now."
"Or you can go back to the bar and continue picking up everyone else you meet," she quips without ever glancing in Emma's direction.
She winces from the cruel words while her nose crinkles like she just bit into a sour apple.
"Seriously? That's what you have to say to me after the way you behaved tonight? I did nothing wrong! I was out with you! Having a great time, until Killian approached us. I hardly even spoke to him because I was too concerned with your childish tantrum."
"Well, if you are so upset about missing out on your interaction, then please, by all means, go back to him," the bitter woman waves her hand, gesturing toward the door, and lighting the match of rage to burn under Emma's skin.
Her cheeks flare up and her neck breaks out into a sweat from how maddening this woman is. "What is the matter with you?" She snaps again, clenching her fists tightly together to keep herself as calm as possible. "Have I ever once, in the three weeks we have known each other, showed anyone interest besides you?"
"I saw the way his eyes were undressing you. I'm not stupid, Swan. Not to mention, all his little comments insinuating what occurred between you two."
Regina pads across the tiny room and slips into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with every ounce of pain running uncontrollably through her system. The faint sound of her locking the door enrages Emma all the more.
She grits her teeth, her fingernails marking her palms as she stomps over to the bathroom and pounds furiously against the wooden door, screaming her name.
"Regina, open this door right now. We aren't through."
"Yes, we are."
"No we aren't!" She bangs the side of her fist against the door again with all her anger because she hates being accused of something she didn't do, and she definitely didn't do anything wrong at the bar. "Open up," she jiggles the handle, but it isn't budging. "I didn't do anything wrong and you being mad at me is completely unfair and irrational." She's greeted with deafening silence on the other end and all she wants to do is break down the damn door. "So, what if I slept with Killian? It was a one-night stand. You're acting like I cheated on you!"
"You've been fucking around since you got here and I'm not yours. I'm sure you would love to jump ship with that scumbag again," Regina bellows through the thick door that's keeping them apart and only causing more damage between their relationship.
"Seriously? Is that what this is about? You think I'm going to sleep around and cheat on you? Is that really what you think of me?" She angrily jiggles the handle again, but to no avail, so she takes a deep breath and calms herself. "Open up Regina," she gently requests this time. "I'm not a cheater."
"Right," the woman deadpans and Emma can practically hear those brown eyes rolling with sarcasm.
Emma takes a moment and thinks back to their time together, inspecting every detail to see if she has ever given Regina the impression that she was a cheater. She honestly can't think of one instance where her eyes weren't glued to the sexy brunette or she wasn't pining over her like a moth to a flame. Then it hits her, this has nothing to do with her and everything to do with Regina.
She jiggles the handle once more even though she knows the woman on the other end has yet to unlock herself from her safe haven.
"This has nothing to do with me," she demands with her face smashes up against the cool wood. "It's you! You're insecure because of your past. Did Robin cheat on you, Regina?" More silence. "Regina! Did he do this? Did he hurt you by cheating on you?" Deafening silence. "I would never do that to you, and I know, you know that. So, please open up." She presses her ear against the door and waits, hoping she can hear something on the other end, but again all she hears is silence. She grits her teeth and smacks the door again. "Stop being such a brat and get out here."
The soft click of the lock whispers into the ungodly silence first. Emma instinctively takes a small step back from the bathroom and watches as the door jerks open, revealing a furious brunette. Regina brushes passed her and purposely bumps into her shoulder on her way causing green eyes to roll in annoyance.
"I am not a brat," she defends in a bone-chilling tone as she crosses the small room, coming to stand at the foot of the bed before reaching behind her back to unzip her own dress.
"You sure had me fooled," she mocks and folds her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell me Robin cheated on you?" Regina doesn't say a word in return, no, instead she drags her zipper down with expertise and slowly peels away the thin straps from her shoulders, momentarily distracting Emma. "Regina," she sighs, feeling the last bit of her patience slip through her fingertips.
"It's not something I care to discuss."
Still seeing red, Regina angrily pushes her dress down her body, exposing the sexy matching bra and thong Emma helped pick out earlier. Everything about this set screams Regina, from the color black to the intricate design of lace and it's slowly ebbing away Emma's rage.
She swallows thickly and turns away, reminding herself that she is mad at that temptress for blaming her for her own insecurities. She grips her biceps painfully tight and wills the need to throw that woman down on the bed, to just go away.
"Why would you keep that from me? We've discussed our exes before. Why couldn't you say he cheated, so you two broke up?"
Regina swoops down to pick up her tiny dress and neatly folds the item since they don't have closet space to properly hang it. Emma can very clearly see, even from her peripheral, the way Regina's jaw is tightening as they tread through this horrible topic.
Emma spins around abruptly knowing her undivided attention is needed in this moment and all she sees is pain in those rich eyes. Regina looks absolutely defeated and Emma's heart instantly breaks for her.
"Because, Emma, he didn't just cheat once, and I left to come here. No," Regina stomps toward her as though she's the culprit in this situation and Emma wonders if those beautiful eyes see Robin instead of her. "He cheated on me for four years and every time I took him back. It's humiliating that I am not good enough for him, that he needs to cheat on me, because I am not enough."
"Regina," she softly whispers, her hands releasing her own arms and falling to her sides to express her openness. She takes one timid step forward, but Regina is in sync taking one step back.
"No, if I was simply better, he would have never cheated. I just wanted him to love me, so I kept taking him back, assuming one day he would change. I kept saying that, he is young and confused because he has a son, but we would work through it, but we never did. Four years, I gave him everything and for what? A broken heart?"
It's impossible to ignore the thick wetness clinging desperately to those chestnut eyes, but not once does Regina allow a single drop to fall.
"He cheated on you with his son's mother?"
"Yes, and she is a no-good whore. She cheated on him all the time, Robin wasn't even certain Roland was his."
"Well, it sounds to me like they are perfect for each other," she lightly teases, slowly approaching the skittish woman, conscious of the fact that she's wounded right now, and she needs to make sure she doesn't scare the brunette off.
Regina sniffles and rolls her eyes, but again, not a tear drop escapes those sorrowful eyes. "Indeed they are," she mutters and just like that, Emma's heart flutters for her.
Emma decides now is the time to rectify the situation, so she grips the woman's hips and slams Regina's back against the front door. Her thumbs sweep affectionately over the silky, olive-toned flesh above a lacy thong while Emma presses her body firmly against hers.
"I would never do that to you," she vows, connecting their eyes into the most intense gaze she has ever experienced, one that reaches down in her soul and tickles her toes. "I would never sleep with someone else when I have you." She teases the brunette with her lips ghosting over hers, her warm breath tickling those plump lips as she peers deeply into those brown orbs with need. "You're incredible sexy." Her lips finally connect with that succulent mouth, but she never kisses her, just lingers to increase Regina's heart rate and breathing. "You're the smartest woman I have ever met," she murmurs, causing Regina to squirm just the slightest bit. "You're the whole package and then some." Emma lightly drags her lips against deep red ones and enjoys the way they stick together from Regina's lipstick. "I am so happy he was an idiot and lost you, because now, I get to cherish you, like you deserve," she declares before crushing her mouth against Regina's and claiming the woman as hers now.
Regina's hands bury themselves deep into wavy curls and hangs on tight as she deepens the kiss. "I won't ever share again," she strongly states as she pulls away from Emma's bruised lips. Her fingers work like magic to quickly unzip the back of Emma's summer dress, allowing the thin material to pool at her feet. "I didn't appreciate the way that man was gawking over you," she husks, sending a wave of arousal to flood Emma's needy core.
"Well, maybe next time you should take it out on him and not me," she smugly suggests before pulling a full bottom lip between her teeth and nipping hard enough to make Regina whimper.
This sexy woman abruptly pushes herself off the door, causing Emma to stumble back just the slightest before Regina shoves her again and she tumbles onto the bed. Regina drops down without any reservation and hovers over the writhing body while she smirks with gratitude at the gorgeous figure.
"Or maybe I should just keep you locked up in this room and make you my little sex slave," she threatens in a rich, sultry tone that makes Emma's insides quiver and her clit flutter in desperation.
"Now, that's the best idea I've heard come from that pretty little head of yours," Emma teases, prompting Regina's nose to scrunch in distaste.
Emma's head bobs forward and captures those seductive red lips. Regina forces her back down into the mattress when her tongue plunges its way into the awaiting mouth. The brunette's body is as still as a statue while Emma's mind is pleading for her to grind against her like she usually does. Instead, Regina breaks apart their urgent kiss and glares down at her.
"Don't think you are off the hook just yet," she chides with an evil glint dancing in her eyes.
Emma slams both her palms hard against her bare bottom, she palms the flesh aggressively before gripping her full ass and forcing her mound to glide against her own. This action rewards her with the sexiest little moan that she always grows impossibly weak for.
"You thinking you are in charge here, is cute," Emma mocks, guiding those hips in a circular motion.
Regina bites down hard on her own lip as she struggles to focus on their conversation and not the pleasure rippling through her blood. Her chest falls to Emma's as she reaches behind her back to remove Emma's grabby hands. Emma happily obliges, just to see where this woman is going. Regina grips her wrists and slams them into the mattress above her head.
"Don't under estimate me, Miss Swan," she berates, provoking shivers to crawl up Emma's spine. The woman leans down and lingers above her lips, teasing the desperate flesh. "You have no idea what I am capable of."
A new wave of arousal crashes through Emma and floods her dainty underwear. She squirms under the lovely pressure of her lover's body, hopelessly seeking some type of friction. However, she smirks dangerously, as if she just won the lottery and easily flips Regina onto her back.
Emma hastily pins her arms above her head like Regina did with her moments ago and slowly drags her mound against Regina's. "You have no idea, what I am capable of," she throws right back in her face and dominates her mouth, so Regina understands who is in charge tonight.
Regina's sexy little frame arches off the bed and rolls seductively beneath Emma's body. Her moan is deep, thick and full of desire, ultimately soothing all the rage she felt moments ago, but Emma thinks their little game is far too much fun to end just yet.
"Since I seem to have the upper hand here," she taunts, her chin nodding toward the immobile wrists stretched beautifully above her head. "I think I'm gonna make you beg." Regina's pupils dilate instantly as a small shudder rips through her body unexpectedly. It seems Emma has found the key to this woman's inner desires. "I do believe you owe me an apology for acting like such a brat out in public."
Regina's upper lip twitches in response, but other than that, she keeps her stoic face in place. "Make me," she challenges and the amusement sparkling in those eyes, stirs up an urge Emma has never really felt before and all she wants to do is bend this woman over and spank that smart ass.
"My pleasure," she husks.
Emma has never really experimented with role play, toys or much of anything. For god's sake before this trip she had only ever slept with Neal. And sex with Neal was always so...vanilla, but when she's with Regina, all her insecurities and inhibitions are tossed aside. All that is left is her and this phenomenal woman. Her body urges her to push the limits, to crave new desires and to bring this woman to higher heights. She wants it all with this beautiful creature.
Her mouth lingers over Regina's, never touching, but breathing enough to where her breath coats those thick lips and makes Regina's insides quiver for more. She leans down as though she's about to consume those delectable, juicy red lips, but before she ever touches, she retracts. Regina breathes out a frustrated groan, but she's not ready to stop her torture.
She slithers her way down to the long, exposed neck and nips the most sensitive area just below Regina's ear. She wiggles in a lame attempt to block Emma's attack, but she forces her face into the warm crook and sucks the silky flesh mercilessly.
"Emma," Regina pants through her shallow breaths. "Don't you dare mark me, I don't need my parents seeing the evidence of your lack of self control," she spits sounding confident, but the way she's squirming combined with her rapid breathing is enough to explain she's crumbling.
Emma releases her neck with a sloppy pop and mutters against the wet skin, "Then are you ready to apologize for your bratty behavior."
Regina grunts, wiggling to free herself from the clutches which only inspires Emma's grip to tighten around those dainty little wrists. "No," she breathes and all Emma hears is pure sex seeping from that defiant mouth.
"Then I will mark you," she declares, diving right back in to suck the splattered red spot she left behind, between her teeth as if she needs her flesh to survive.
Regina writhes in a slow, provocative way while another sexy moan escapes her mouth. The sound alone causes an ache between Emma's legs that almost persuades her into folding and claiming her orgasm right now.
"Emma, you are not in control here," Regina announces as her thigh slips between her legs and connects with her impatient mound.
In one swift motion, Regina rocks and easily flips them, reminding Emma just how strong she actually is. Regina's body roughly lands on top of hers, producing a grunt from her gut. Emma's hands frantically search for Regina's once again, but the brunette fights her and quickly pins her hands on both sides of her face. The gorgeous brunette smirks maliciously, proud of herself for so easily turning the tables and winning the upper hand.
"Now, I am the one who should be marking you, so everyone knows you are off limits. You are mine," she growls before her lips crash into Emma's, her tongue easily slipping into her mouth as she seals her declaration with a passionate kiss.
Emma's not sure if her heart or her clit aches more in this moment. Her heart is pounding furiously for the amount of affection she feels for this woman, all while the throbbing between her legs is becoming unbearable.
Regina's mouth slips away, provoking thin lips to chase hers, but she's already gone, dipping beneath Emma's jawline to make good on her vow. Emma's panting hopelessly for more oxygen, but the thick, hot air that is engulfing them is only making it harder to breathe.
A smart mouth finds its destination against her neck and she bites down hard, instantly forcing Emma's mouth to pop open. "Go ahead Regina," she gasps, prompting the mouth to still for just a moment to focus on her words. "Mark me. Paint my body with your claim if that will wash away all your insecurities and help you trust that I won't ever cheat."
There's a small hitch in Regina's throat that resonates between them. Her forehead falls to Emma's heaving chest as she takes a moment to breathe and maybe, just maybe those words are sinking in. Her lips lightly press against her chest whether she means to or not.
"I don't need your permission, Miss Swan," she scolds, jumping right back into her aggressive role.
Her teeth suck Emma's neck into her mouth as she goes to work, and Emma has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from screaming because this woman is ruthless, and she knows this will be a hickey that will last for quite some time. Regina slowly pulls away to admire her handiwork and grips her wrists even tighter when brown eyes finally meet dazzling green.
"I am going to mark your beautiful porcelain skin, but not for everyone to know that you are taken, but to remind you all day how good I make you feel," Regina confidently growls, generating a whimper to fall from pale lips.
Regina flashes that evil smirk that does too much to Emma's body than she cares to admit and slides down her chest. Emma's eyes are locked onto the top of her head, studying the way those raven locks spread across her pale flesh and sweep along like a paintbrush against a blank canvas. Her heart skips a beat and an unfamiliar feeling fills every inch of her body.
Regina's fingertips lightly graze down her wrists, across her forearms and up her biceps until she lands upon her shoulders. Her fingers flex, digging her nails into her skin, creating deep red paths down her chest as her tongue swirls around her belly button. Emma's body arches off the bed as a deep moan vibrates in her chest, her body instantly quivering from the mix of pleasure and pain and somehow, she knows sex between them will only grow more passionate as they continue to grow together.
Regina cups both of her breasts before she squeezes as a reminder that they are only hers and Emma finds herself nodding to the silent claim. Her lips drag up her stomach, never truly kissing until she reaches the twin mounds. She licks, suck, nips and bites until both perky breasts are thoroughly painted in shades of purple and red and Emma is crumbling.
Her mind is a whirlwind as she watches every move this woman makes like she holds the answer to relieve her heartache. A shudder violently rips through her body as too many emotions bubble to the surface. Regina slowly snakes her way down her body and begins staking claim upon her hips. As she begins her torture to stain her hips, Emma slithers her fingers through the dark hair and grasps two fistfuls. Her lower region sways to its own accord as she studies Regina work over her body.
"Beautiful," Regina murmurs, persuading green eyes to meet hers.
She's gazing upon her work with a triumphant smile gracing her face and Emma swears she sees love in her eyes, but she shoves that aside because it's far too soon for anything like that.
"Do you feel better?"
Regina hums her content agreement and that's when Emma pounces. She sits up on the bed and reverses their roles with ease. She rips the brand new thong down Regina's legs and tosses them off the bed carelessly. With two fingers, she glides across the top of the silky-smooth mound, never connecting with the bundle of nerves nor her entrance.
Regina bucks her hips forward, begging for more, but she doesn't cave. Her two fingers circle around her clit, never once touching the sensitive, needy bud. She draws slow, but firm circles, turning Regina on even more, but never granting her the touch she seeks. Her body squirms in a frenzy as her chest rises and falls at an alarming rate, but Emma keeps proceeding with her torture.
Those folds displayed in front of her are glistening with arousal, but Emma makes sure to avoid spreading the thick liquid. Her fingers continue, slow, steady, unyielding ministrations, never coming in contact where she's needed most.
"Emma," Regina heavily pants when she thinks she can no longer handle the teasing.
"What?" She whispers innocently even though she is well aware why this gorgeous creature is calling out her name.
"Stop teasing."
"Well, that's not very nice," she husks in her most modest tone.
"Emma," she gasps again breathlessly while her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her fists clench tightly, and her eyes slam shut and Emma knows she's winning.
"Are you ready to apologize for your bratty behavior?"
"Seriously?"
"Yes. I can't let you think that type of behavior is acceptable in public," she sternly scolds as her fingers come to a halt. Regina's hips buck excessively high off the mattress as her body shamelessly pleads for attention. Emma grips her sharp hip bone with force and slams her back down into the mattress. She crawls up the teased body and hovers over her lips. "Say you're sorry and I'll let you come."
She's never been this bold in bed before, but this is exactly what Regina does to her and she's slowly becoming obsessed with the feeling.
"Emma," Regina breathes trying to sound strict and in control but fails miserably.
"Say it, or I leave you hanging the rest of the night."
"That's only harming yourself in the end as well," she fires right back as she squirms hopelessly beneath her.
"Nope, I'll get myself off and make sure you don't do the same." Again, she has no idea where this new found confidence and boldness is coming from, but she enjoys this back and forth more than she should ever admit. She has never been more turned on in her life and she's shocked by how soaked she is. "Say it."
"I'm sorry," Regina blurts out, but her eyes are squeezed shut and Emma groans.
"Open your eyes."
Regina's eyes fly wide open and Emma watches in awe as those orbs dilate deliciously, that small action sending butterflies to swarm the pit of her stomach.
"I'm sorry, Emma. I mean it," she softly whispers and the sincerity in her voice sends Emma's heart soaring.
So, she lightly brushes her lips against Regina's for a slow and passionate kiss. She's absorbing every detail her lips have to offer and creating that sexy little snapping noise of the flesh pulling apart. Her fingers deftly slide into Regina's hot core without any warning. She's drenched and it's almost impossible to control her own need. She slowly grinds against her own hand, adding more pressure as she skillfully pulls out an orgasm with two diligent fingers.
She's not sure if it's from all the teasing or their argument earlier, but this is the most intense sex she has ever had. Everything feels heightened, Regina's touch is tingling, her lips are fuller and more delicate, and her entire body feels like it's on fire.
"Emma," Regina breathlessly moans into her mouth and she can only hum in response because she is far too lost in all the overwhelming stimulation.
Regina's left arm wraps around her lower back and holds her close while her right hand buries in her wild locks and clasps tightly around her neck. They deepen the kiss, moaning uncontrollably as they climb toward their orgasms. Emma's fingers are stretching as far as humanly possible so she can stroke the most sensitive spot while they both are grinding hysterically.
"Emma," Regina screams, unguarded, while she pumps faster and tries to focus because her own orgasm is building far too quickly.
"Gina," she breathes, but suddenly this beautiful woman breaks the kiss and screams into the night.
Emma follows her lead and allows her orgasm to consume her. Regina holds her tight as they both tremble violently and attempt to catch their breaths, but she needs to speak in this moment. Emma lifts her head and makes damn sure their eyes are connected so Regina hears her.
"Your ex was just an incompetent, horny little fuck-boy who will be haunted by your ghost for the rest of his pathetic life because he was too busy thinking with his dick to realize what he had in front of him." Regina produces an audible gulp as she stares up at her with so many emotions swimming in her glistening eyes. "I promise, I will never cheat on you, I need you to trust me."
"Emma, we aren't even together," she croaks out as doubt clouds her mind.
"Is that what you need? A title?" She sternly questions, narrowing her eyes to urge her lover into submitting and telling the complete truth even though she's being a hypocrite, but she pushes that aside, this is about Regina.
"Well...no," she chokes out, her arms tightening around Emma's back for comfort.
"As long as I am here with you, there will only be you, do you understand?"
Brown eyes shift frantically back and forth, searching for some honesty in shimmering green irises. They are both staring deeply, both exposed in an entirely different way with their scars and inner turmoil on full display.
Regina slowly nods, her eyes never leaving Emma's and she finds herself nodding along before she seals the vow with a meaningful kiss.