The soft click from the door resonates in her ears as Regina locks up behind her and Emma kicks off her boots. She neatly hangs her coat on the back of the door and watches as Regina places her shoes by the door. They are too quiet for them, for who they used to be, and she absolutely hates it. She knows they still have so much to discuss, but she had hoped for less awkward tension after the nice evening they had with her parents.
"I'm not actually staying here just yet, I was going to stay when I'm closer to my due date. Uh, if you'd like I can go to my apartment tonight," Emma offers, not wanting Regina to think she's assuming anything.
"Emma, I came here to fix things between us and that's what I intend on doing. Spending more time apart isn't going to help the situation," Regina sternly states, shaking her head as she crosses the small room and sits elegantly at the edge of the bed.
Emma shifts nervously between her feet, feeling that awful thick tension buzzing between them, knowing they still have so much more to discuss. There's a dull ache in her lower back from standing so much, but she tries to focus on more important things.
"So, umm...you and Robin?"
"It's not what you are thinking. I didn't spend four months in a relationship with him again. We slept together one time and even after that we weren't exclusive. We were just spending time together to see where things would lead. I most certainly didn't break up with him to come here. I did explain to him there would never be an us, again. I also told him I was in love with someone else, someone who I know in my heart my future is with. He sulked a little bit, but I think he knew he caused too much damage to win me back," she gently explains as her eyes bore into Emma's, never once faltering or showing any doubt. "I'm sorry if that bothers you, but we weren't anything."
"I know and I'm sorry, I know I don't have any grounds to be upset, but that doesn't stop the jealousy I still feel," she explains, so the brunette understands just how much it pains her to know she was with someone else.
"I understand." Regina pauses momentarily as her mind shifts through any other topics they haven't touched on just yet. "So..." she trails off and every girl across the universe knows that 'so', because every girl has used that simple word to encourage themselves to bring up something they are truly anxious over. "So, where does that leave us?"
"Well, together...I hope. I just can't stand the thought of us not being together and I know we are rushing..."
"When haven't we rushed things?" Regina laughs lightly as those brown eyes roll dramatically.
"Right," she licks her lips nervously and rocks slowly from her heels to her toes, only further agitating the ache in her back. "I think we can make this work. You, me and this baby can be really happy," she offers as one hand firmly presses into her lower back and her other hand rests on top of her round belly.
"No more games, we have a baby to think about now," Regina strictly demands, yet her lips are curling into a giddy smile, thinking about the baby.
"No more," Emma confirms. "Well, uh...can I shower? My lower back is killing me, and I could use the warm water against my aching muscles," she whines, her hand instantly rubbing her lower back to relieve the tight muscles.
Green eyes flick toward Regina just in time to witness her swallowing rather hard, affirming that Emma still has that same effect on her. She smirks and takes the two steps needed to enclose the gap between them. Emma bends down, placing her hands upon her ex's knees, staring deeply into those rich, chocolate irises. She knows what those dark eyes will do to her, trapping her in that seductive spell, but she doesn't mind, she needs to be lost in all of her again.
"Is it too soon to ask you to join me?" Emma breathlessly whispers, her voice huskier and more alluring.
Too soon? Who is she kidding, within an hour of knowing each other they moved in together for two months.
Regina physically shudders, despite her thick heavy sweater. In a split second, those plump lips are connecting with Emma's in an urgency she is all too familiar with. Her hand delicately cups Emma's cheek, pulling her in even closer as though she needs her tongue to survive. Emma's hands clenches Regina's thick, jean clad thighs to stir that sexy whimper in the back of her throat.
"So, is that a yes?" Emma innocently questions into her mouth, because honestly, she's not about to stop kissing this woman anytime soon.
Regina slowly stands, forcing Emma's body to move along with her. Her hand slips away from Emma's cheek and before green eyes can even blink, the brunette is pulling her own sweater up and over her head. Emma's eyes fall to the swell of those perky little breasts and she smirks salaciously.
"I feel like I have my answer, but I don't want to assume," Emma playfully replies.
"Oh, shut up, Swan," Regina hisses, gripping her neck and crashing their lips together again.
They both laugh lightly into the kiss as Emma's fingers fall to the button of Regina's jeans, popping the metal with ease. She tugs those jeans and lacy thong over her thick bottom and down her toned silky legs with expertise.
"You shaved," she mindlessly mutters into the kiss without truly thinking.
"I told you I came here to make up. Were you always this chatty when we were together? It's not a charming quality," the brunette quips, her fingers expertly unhooking her bra and leaving her deliciously naked while Emma's fully clothed. "Shower?" She provocatively suggests, her bra falling effortlessly to the ground.
Emma swallows hard, absentmindedly nodding slowly, despite the uneasy, taunting whispers in the back of her mind. Her body is not the same from four months ago. Four months ago, she was confident, thin, but toned and never thought twice about her naked body. Now, she's seven months pregnant and feels like a beluga whale. She's a solid thirty pounds heavier and not even through with her pregnancy yet.
Emma blinks and realizes Regina has already left her behind. She's already in the bathroom, the water running and Emma cannot find the courage to make her feet move.
"Emma?" Regina softly questions because she knows the blonde so well and understands something is bothering her. "Aren't you coming?"
"I...I am...umm, Regina...I'm not...well this," she stammers, like a teenage boy asking a girl out for the first time, and her cheeks burn crimson.
"Emma," Regina pokes her head out of the bathroom that's rapidly filling with steam behind her. "What's wrong?" She pouts out that bottom lip, melting Emma's heart and forcing whatever words that need to come out to spill from her lips.
"I'm a lot heavier than-"
"Is that what you're worried about?" She shakes her head dismissively while curling her fingers around Emma's wrist and lightly tugging her into the bathroom. Emma's feet reluctantly scuff against the hardwood floors and tumble into the small bathroom per her demand. Regina smiles in a way that confirms that she doesn't just love Emma, but she adores her. "Please, don't ever think that way around me."
"I'm just not-"
Regina's dainty finger presses gently against Emma's lips, easily shutting her up. Green eyes are wide and focused on only the beauty that radiates from the brunette's flawless face. Emma's heart pounds steady, but fierce against her sternum with such a force, she winces because it's desperate to reach Regina's once again, to connect their souls like they used to.
"The first time I saw you in the barn, it was dark and raining and I could only see the outline of your body," Regina softly begins to tell a story, instantly sucking Emma into the spell she loves to trap her under. "There was this big bolt of lightning that brightened up the entire barn and all I could focus on was the way your stunning green eyes sparkled in the light."
Dainty fingers carefully play with the hem of Emma's t-shirt, silently requesting permission to take a step forward, but the blonde is hypnotized by the way she speaks. Regina's words are carefully chosen, each one slow and drawn out as her raspy voice seduces her.
Gently, Regina begins dragging the shirt up the baby bump, her cool fingers grazing against Emma's ribs along the way, while brown eyes are locked onto green and she continues with her story.
"The first thing that ever attracted me to you were those gorgeous green eyes, shimmering with little golden flecks." Regina bites down on the corner of her mouth as the shirt reaches above swollen breasts. Emma lifts her arms like she's on autopilot to help this temptress remove her shirt completely. "Your body was not the first thing that attracted me to you," she whispers against pale lips as she drops the shirt carelessly to the floor below.
The room is warm as the steam engulfs their naked flesh, but all Emma sees is her. "Don't get me wrong, you were always very sexy, especially the way you carried your body." Her knuckles lightly skim across Emma's cheek while she offers a half smile. "But that wasn't the next thing I noticed about you."
Her fingers dive right down to the top of Emma's jeans and she automatically flinches, knowing there's no button to pop or zipper to drag down. It's just an elastic waistband from her very unattractive jeans, but her lover doesn't hesitate. Regina curls her fingers around the top and slowly drags the denim down her thighs.
Those plentiful lips lightly press into Emma's for a split second before she whispers. "Your mouth," she breathes before she drops to her knees, never breaking eye contact. "When we were still in the barn, your smart mouth was driving me crazy and somehow I just wanted more," she divulges as Emma slowly steps out of her jeans.
Regina stands before her, and Emma's expecting those dark eyes to travel down her naked body, but instead her eyes stay locked onto hers. A cold shiver trails up Emma's back and erupts violently through her blood as she holds her gaze.
"I will admit," Regina reaches behind Emma and unclasping the last piece of clothing clinging to her swollen breasts. "These did catch my attention rather quickly," she hums, pulling the straps down her arms, scratching her nails lightly against the flesh on her way down. "And I will definitely enjoy them now," she praises while palming both neglected breasts.
It's been far too long since her lover last touched her, with no one to ever follow in her footsteps. She's already a panting, heaving mess, but she needs so much more of her. She stretches her mouth to connect with those succulent lips, in which Regina happily accepts, but then the brunette is speaking once again into their delicate kiss.
"I fell in love with you, Emma. No matter what you look like, my love for you will never die." Emma's cheeks flush from the admission. "Besides, you are carrying a baby, someone who I am fairly certain will steal my heart as well."
"I love you," she frantically admits from the wave of emotions crashing into her soul, especially knowing that this woman is not only forgiving her but accepting her baby as well.
It's one thing to be in love with someone, but to have that person love her and her unborn child so quickly and so freely when technically it's not Regina's child, well, the sensation is a whole other level of love. She's swooning over this beautiful woman and she is falling more in love with Regina with every second she stands there in front of her.
"Now, shower?" Her lover innocently questions while Emma just nods along and allows the brunette to guide her into the shower.
They both step into the steamy shower and Emma tries to allow enough space for Regina under the warm water with her, but the other woman quickly moves to stand behind her. Regina trails the back of her fingertips down Emma's arms as her lips gently press into her shoulder. She carefully sweeps the long golden hair to one side of the shoulder, so she can pepper Emma's neck with sweet, loving kisses. Regina's hands lightly skim down her back until she reaches just above her bottom. Her thumbs gently massage the sore muscles, persuading Emma's head to fall to the side all while she continues to kiss and nip at the back of her neck.
Emma's left hand blindly reaches behind, so she can hold her lover even closer. Her fingers tread through those thick locks, that are quickly curling from the steam surrounding them.
"Regina," she gasps as the magic fingers loosen the tight muscles from carrying her heavy baby around all day. The woman hums in response, her mind too focused on the naked body before her. "Are y-you sure about this? Is this really what you want?" And much to her own dismay, her voice cracks, expressing how insecure she feels about their reconciliation.
Regina's lips still against the wet skin, her thumbs desist the heavenly massage and before Emma can even blink, she whips her around, so they are face to face. The water pelts Emma face, forcing her eyes shut while Regina guides her body out of the water.
"Emma," green eyes fly open to meet the intense stare that always sends shivers down her back. "I promise this is what I want. I told you I came here because I want you. All of you. You being pregnant, does not change that I am in love with you and want to spend my life with you. I want this baby. I swear I have never been more certain about anything before in my life."
Regina's index finger rests just below her chin, gently guiding Emma's face toward hers to seal her vow with a passionate kiss.
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"Okay, I'm excited to show you this," Emma joyfully announces as they finish drying their naked bodies from the relaxing shower.
"Show me what?" Regina curiously inquires, wrapping her fluffy towel around her midsection and hiding away all her goodies.
"Follow me," she instructs with a cheeky grin stretched wide across her face. She exits the bathroom, holding the towel around her body with Regina hot on her heels. Her excitement must be contagious because she can feel the energetic spirit buzzing between them as they make their way to the bed. Emma lays her towel down on the bed and climbs on top, with Regina's curious gaze upon her. "Come lay down," she suggests, patting the empty spot beside her with that cheeky grin smirking up at the brunette.
Regina smirks as well before she climbs onto the bed and lays down beside her. "What's going on?"
Emma smiles a mile wide with a tiny squeal of excitement slipping passed her lips. Her fingers lightly drag across her stomach, but before she focuses all her attention onto her son, she turns to meet enchanting, big, brown eyes.
"He's always really active after I shower, just watch," she enthusiastically explains as her eyes drift back down toward her round baby bump.
Her fingers lightly skim across the top before she focuses all her attention toward the right side of her stomach, knowing he usually kicks in that area. Sure enough, a foot or maybe a fist, pushes against her stomach. Her skin rises as her stomach shifts, while her son miraculously moves inside of her. An extremity pokes out of her stomach and her hand slowly begins to caress the protruding area.
"Oh my god," Regina breathes through a small chuckle.
"Just wait."
Emma slowly rubs small circles around the area and then slowly presses into her stomach before dragging her fingers across the entire width. His little body part chases her hand across her stomach while her and Regina watch in awe, completely mesmerized.
"Awe, it's like you guys are playing tag," Regina chuckles, her loving eyes remaining glued to the unborn baby.
"I know," Emma laughs, her heart swelling with unconditional love. "He started this little game when I was about five months pregnant." Her right hand leaves her stomach for a moment to gather Regina's. "Ready to feel him?"
"Oh, um..."
"Don't be nervous," she boldly calls the woman out and tugs her hand toward her stomach, but Regina stiffens.
"I'm not," she mumbles to herself, confirming that she is in fact nervous.
"What's wrong?" Emma frowns, her hand stilling from forcing Regina's hand just before she connects with her stomach.
"Nothing," Regina quickly defends, but Emma just stares, waiting patiently for the truth. "I guess, I'm just still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are pregnant."
"I know," she sighs heavily and realizes that maybe they are rushing way too quickly back into everything and maybe they should slow down. "I'm sorry, I don't ever want to rush you. I just thought maybe you would want to feel him moving around to experience this with me."
"I do," Regina hastily blurts out as her hand falls to the baby bump. Her thumb slowly sweeps across the protruding limb causing Emma's son to retract. Regina frowns, but then he's back, tapping against Emma's stomach aggressively. "Oh wow," she breathes, her eyes glossing over as she becomes completely lost in the moment.
"I know, isn't it weird?" She laughs while the brunette nods, but her full attention is on the baby.
"I am so excited to meet this little guy," she gushes while her hand gently caresses the limb poking out.
"Me too!"