"Hey!" Emma joyfully greets her, that beautiful, delicate face lighting up the phone.
Her golden locks are hidden away by the grey beanie keeping her warm on her walk home from work. Her smile is brighter than ever, despite the many treacherous miles between them and Regina's heart aches to be near her once again.
"Hi, how's my baby?"
"Baby? You've never called me that before. I'm flattered," Emma teases with her infamous cheeky smile plastered across her face.
"I was referring to our actual baby," she protests, rolling her eyes.
"I know," her girlfriend laughs wholeheartedly and glances around the phone at her surroundings while she continues to walk the streets of Catania.
"Move over, let me get a look at this, Emma Swan, who stole my best friend's heart," Ivy quips as she bumps into Regina's shoulder and sticks her face in front of the screen, physically barging her way into their FaceTime call.
"Hi," Emma shyly mutters and suddenly Regina's taken back to the first time they met.
A time where the blonde was petrified Regina might knock her out with a shovel and she was scrambling to save her life. That seems like forever ago and they have come so far since then.
"Even though I totally agree with you forcing her to come back for her career, don't you dare break up with her again," her dear friend protectively scolds causing Emma to nervously readjust her hat.
"I won't, but you gotta promise me you'll cut off Robin's balls if he ever steps foot near my girlfriend again," Emma boasts with that cocky smirk tugging at her pale pink lips and fluttering Regina's heart.
"Deal!" Ivy smiles brightly as she turns to face Regina. "I like her."
"I know." Regina's eyes widen with amusement knowing her girlfriend and best friend would get along very well. "Anyways Swan, you didn't answer my question. How's my baby?"
Instantly, Emma's features light up like a Christmas tree and her stunning green eyes dance with love. "He's really good. I think he misses your bedtime stories, because now, he's up so late every night. I swear he's doing baby aerobics in my tummy."
She chuckles as Ivy watches the couple intently, clearly thrilled about witnessing this unguarded side of Regina. Ivy is her best friend, so she has seen this side of Regina before, but she knows that Regina doesn't allow others to see it, especially people she dates.
"Well, why don't you read to him?"
"I've tried!" Emma quickly defends, but her face is animated with pure excitement. "I think he misses your voice."
"Suck up," Regina dryly retorts, inspiring a snort and a carefree laugh to burst from her girlfriend's mouth and those bouncing curls to nod along as her feet shuffle against the concrete below.
"Emma, are you excited to move to New York?" Ivy interrupts, rudely pushing her face back into view again.
"Yeah, a little nervous, but I bet I can find a job rather quickly in the city," her girlfriend concludes as she steps into her apartment's lobby. "Have you checked out the daycares I sent you last week?" Emma asks, turning her attention back to Regina.
"I checked three out of the four and Emma I did not feel comfortable with any of them," she discloses as that nagging feeling tugs at her gut once again, pleading with her to reject each one of those filthy places.
"They were all four to five star ratings," Emma whines with that adorable, yet sexy pout filling out her thin lips.
"Wow, look at you, Regina, checking out daycares. You're like an adult."
"Thanks Ivy!" Regina mocks, dripping with sarcasm while rolling her eyes at her friend, who still thinks a good time is doing shots off a half naked bartender. "Anyways Emma, keep looking and sending me the addresses and I'll continue to check in on them. We will find the right place."
"I know," she sighs as she fights against her apartment door and finally kicks the damn thing open.
"You two have like six months at least, right?" Ivy questions while Emma nods along and tosses her keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Emma, when are you going to stay with my parents?" Regina suddenly inquires, completely ignoring her friend's question.
"Regina, we talked about this, not until I have three to four weeks left."
"I know, but I just think you should just move there now. I don't like you living alone right now. What if something happens?"
"This seems like a conversation I shouldn't be a part of," Ivy insists, slowly backing away from the phone. "Regina you better finish up before Belfrey finds you on your phone during lunch."
"It's break time, I can be on the phone if I damn well please," she sasses which earns her an eye roll from both parties.
"You know how she is," Ivy deadpans. "Bye Emma! Talk to you soon!" Her friend shouts as she slowly steps closer toward the door.
"Bye, Ivy," Emma shyly responds and waves awkwardly, reminding Regina just how much she misses this woman. Ivy slips out the door leaving the couple alone for a few more minutes. "Don't look at me like that, Regina, I'll go when I feel I am ready."
"Em-"
"I know you are concerned, but I am fine. Trust me," she urges with a fierce expression that hastily ends the topic of conversation.
"Fine," Regina growls, rolling her eyes yet again, so her girlfriend understands just how much she hates the idea of her being alone right now.
"Don't be mad." Emma narrows her eyes and like the fool Regina is for the blonde, she lets down her walls.
"I'm not," she softly murmurs, "I just want you two safe, that's all." Brown eyes drift to the clock on the wall that informs her, she has two minutes to get her ass back out on the floor. "But I do have to go before Belfrey jumps down my throat."
"Okay, I don't know if I can stay up by the time you get off work, but I'll try."
"Don't worry about it, you rest. Doctor's orders," she strictly commands with a salacious smirk sliding into place.
"Why haven't we done the whole doctor patient thing? I bet that would be super hot," Emma casually responds as she digs through her refrigerator for food, like she didn't just instantly flip Regina's turn on switch.
She's suddenly reminded of a time in Sicily when she promised lots of FaceTime sex and refused to tell Emma that she in fact wanted to try out a doctor-patient role play scenario.
She runs her free hand through her hair and sighs, attempting to calm the throb between her legs. "God, I miss you. Okay, I really have to go, I love you."
"I love you, too! Have a good day at work!"
Her girlfriend smiles that insanely goofy grin that consumes her whole face and turns Regina's heart to a pool of mush. She really hopes their baby inherits that smile, it's the cutest thing ever.
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Time without Emma by her side passes by slowly. Sometimes, she swears she's in some horrible time loop that never seems to progress. They have been apart for a few weeks now and they are inching closer and closer to Emma's due date, that just cannot come soon enough.
"Hey, what are you doing up?" Regina softly investigates from the comfort of her bed after a miserably long day.
It's eight o'clock in the evening and she just arrived home about a half an hour ago. Her eyes are strained from reading charts most of the day and her feet ache from standing for ten hours, but she pushes all of that aside and focuses on the sleepy blonde highlighting her phone.
"I couldn't sleep," her girlfriend sighs and snuggles into her pillow, a pillow she wishes she was on in this moment. "One month left and I'm finding it almost impossible to sleep nowadays. He's either in my ribs, kicking my bladder or in my hips."
"Aww, I'm sorry. I wish I was there with you."
"You'll be here before you know it," Emma breathes, but the unsettling tone in her voice causes Regina's heart to sink. "Hey, so I was wondering if you could give me your expert opinion?" She innocently inquires as she shifts beneath the security of her comforter.
The room is dimly lit, just enough so Regina can see her face during their FaceTime call. Emma's laying on her side, her golden locks scattered across the pillow recklessly and Regina's heart stops from her girlfriend's natural beauty alone.
"Is something wrong?" She suddenly finds herself asking as the blonde fidgets with something out of her view.
"Sort of..." Regina's heart stops ticking, thinking she's experiencing contractions and she has yet to move back in with her parents. "There's this ache between my legs," brown eyebrows furrow, confused if she's playing coy or being serious. "It's this nagging sensation that pulsates nonstop since my girlfriend left me. Do you have any recommendations for this...doc?"
The fact that Emma kept an impassive expression upon her face the entire time is enough to cause a flutter to erupt deep in Regina's gut. She swallows and tries to focus on playing along with the little game that Emma had mentioned a few weeks ago.
"Without a full examination it's rather difficult to properly diagnose you," she expertly explains in her most professional tone, easily slipping into her work voice.
"Well, then I better strip down so you can properly examine my body," Emma casually suggests as she sits up in her bed to remove her thin tank top.
Her girlfriend isn't teasing or seductive at all when she removes the garment, tricking Regina's mind to believe this is just another exam.
Except for the fact that nobody would ever strip in front of the doctor.
Regina tries her best to keep her eyes locked onto Emma's, but that full chest is rising and falling at a faster rate now, stirring those butterflies once again in her stomach. A blotchy, red tint dusts across the swell of her girlfriend's breasts when she realizes exactly where Regina's looking.
She clears her throat and attempts to sound as stern as possible. "Well, Miss Swan, without physically being there I won't be able to study your body properly. So, I suggest you follow my explicit instructions."
"Yes, Doctor Mills," Emma breathes in a way that leads her to believe that she started this game all on her own, way before she called Regina.
"So, Miss Swan, how long after your girlfriend left did you start experiencing this sensation?" She recites, as though it's all textbook and pretends to appear unfazed.
"The minute she said goodbye," Emma confesses through a small gasp.
"Miss Swan, eyes on me, I need your full attention." Emma's eyes widen and lock onto Regina's, but she has an inkling her girlfriend's hand may still be at work beneath the sheets. "With your free hand, I'm going to need you to feel your cheeks with the back of your hand." Regina watches intently, slightly amused, but she maintains a straight face as Emma reluctantly removes her hand from under the sheets. Regina's mind reels with the different types of dainty underwear she could possibly have on tonight. Emma slowly places her hand to her cheek. "To the best of your knowledge, are you...hot?"
"Yes, Doctor Mills...I'm always hot," her girlfriend pants shamelessly, persuading Regina's thighs to clench together from the sudden throb between her legs.
She masks her arousal though and hums, pretending to think about her fever. "Do you feel this uncomfortable nagging between your legs right now as we speak?"
"Yes, doctor," she breathlessly whispers, and Regina knows she will never be able to hear doctor again without thinking about her dirty girlfriend, naked and utterly beautiful.
"I would like to examine your breasts to make sure there is no direct correlation between the two," she sternly orders, willing her body to stop buzzing so desperately for her girlfriend.
"Anything to stop this miserable feeling," Emma agrees wholeheartedly.
"I need you to cup your right breast," Emma eagerly complies sending a bolt of electricity to spark Regina's bundle of nerves. "Now, firmly squeeze," her girlfriend shudders as her head falls back into the pillow. "Please describe what you may be feeling during this time."
Emma gasps while her fingers squeeze her engorged breast one more time. The pad of her thumb lightly grazes against her erect, pink nipple only teasing herself further. She bites down on the corner of her lip and suppresses her moan.
"The sensation increases with every squeeze."
"Hmmm," Regina pretends to be lost, deep in thought, as she watches her girlfriend caress the heavy mound that has tripled in size since her pregnancy. "Please repeat this action on the other breast." Emma instantly slithers her fingers across her milky white chest, gropes the other and sighs in relief, knowing the left was neglected from her care. "Do you still feel this sensation?"
"Yes," Emma pants as her eyes slam shut and her head falls back from the wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
The scene before Regina is alluring, provocative and she finds her fingers slithering down her lower abdomen without her permission. She's a little ashamed of the silly game they are playing, but she cannot pretend that she's not completely soaked between her legs.
"Miss Swan," Emma's eyes snap open, those bright green eyes are almost all black as her lust consumes her. "Your pupils are dilated," Regina firmly informs her, "I believe we need to continue our research."
"Yes, Doctor Mills, as long as you can cure this ache," she moans, filling her heart with so much love.
"Have you ever noticed a time when this ache was less drastic?"
Regina's hand slowly slips beneath her soft pajama bottoms as her eyes remain focused on her gorgeous girlfriend.
"When my girlfriend was showing the area between my legs attention," Emma mutters incoherently, completely lost in their game and her sexual desires.
"I think you need to readjust your camera, so I can see the area of concern." Regina's index finger slowly grazes her own slit as she observes as Emma sits up against the headboard and holds her phone over her wet mound. "I need you to lightly graze the area, so I can better understand the situation."
Through hungry eyes, Regina witnesses as Emma's long index finger brushes through her short damp hair while Regina's finger subconsciously circles her own throbbing bundle of nerves.
"The ache is much stronger now," Emma groans, but she barely register the words, finding herself lost in her own tantalizing touches.
"Miss Swan, are you wet between your legs?" Regina questions, but her voice is raspier than ever and her credibility is slowly slipping through her fingers.
Emma breathes out a violently shudder as she moans again, provoking Regina's finger to slip into her quivering hole. She quickly bites down on her bottom lip to suppress her moan and fights to keep her eyes open.
"Yes, doctor, I'm so wet," Emma husks, creating a vicious shiver to chill Regina's bones and tingle all her extremities.
Regina slides her finger out of her soaked center and spreads her own arousal all around her smooth folds. Her finger firmly skims across her throbbing clit as her girlfriend waits for further direction from her doctor.
"We are going to perform some routine tests to see what helps ease your suffering," Regina recommends, but her breathing is labored and she's now fighting through her own battle of desires.
"What would you like me to do now, doctor?" Emma breathlessly murmurs as her body writhes with need, her fingers slowly spreading her arousal.
Regina's tongue pokes out to wet her lips, so she can find the strength to vocalize the words trapped in her head. Emma's absolutely gorgeous but knowing that she's listening to her every word and obeying so easily makes the blonde even more desirable. This is the first time they have ever done something like this, but she's so glad Emma decided to go through with it. She has never seen Emma touch herself before and it has to be the sexiest thing she has ever witnessed in her entire life.
"Miss Swan, I need you to slowly ease one finger deep inside," she husks and studies through hooded eyes as her girlfriend's finger slowly disappears. "Gently, swirl your finger around those tight walls." Emma does as she's told, her hips bucking forward from the evident pleasure. "Are you tight?"
"So tight," she groans, like she's out of breath and she knows it's not a pleasurable sound for her girlfriend.
Emma had been complaining over a month ago when they were together, that she was starting to feel uncomfortable when Regina was inside of her. With that thought in mind, Regina quickly stops her.
"Emma, ease your finger out and with two fingers I want you to spread your wetness all around," Regina moans hotly as her own arousal quickly builds and she squirms beneath her tantalizing touch. Brown eyes examine the way her girlfriend paints her mound with her need that's just for the brunette. Emma moans a little louder as her fingers swipe against her pleading clit and Regina's body shudders in response. "Does that feel better, Miss Swan?"
"Yes," she pants as her eyes roll into the back of her head and she arches off the bed.
"Describe the sensation when your fingers circle your clit?"
Emma's two fingers glide through her thick juices and begin circling her aching bud. Her fingers are slow, creating large, invisible circles around her sensitive area.
"The pressure is gone, and it feels so fucking good," she moans erotically and as much as Regina wants to continue this game, she's losing all willpower from the erotic scene before her.
"Good, Miss Swan. Now, listen to my following directions very carefully if you would like me to heal you," she demands with the last bit of conviction left in her tone.
"Yes, doctor."
"Press down harder against your clit for me." Emma cries out in the rawest scream Regina has ever heard. Regina's fingers begin following her own directions, creating waves of pleasure to crash down upon her like a tidal wave. "Keep going, but faster," she pants breathlessly as her own fingers vigorously play with her own bundle of nerves.
"Oh fuck," Emma groans deeply in the back of her throat, hardly making it passed those parted lips.
"Don't stop, keep going," Regina gasps as her orgasm rapidly builds. "Tell me Miss Swan, do you need to come?"
"Yes, I need to so badly," she confesses creating goosebumps to pop across Regina's heated flesh.
"Use your free hand to caress your breast," Regina sternly delegates and watches through lust filled eyes as her girlfriend eagerly obeys. Emma's body reacts instantly, bucking and writhing as she grinds furiously against her own hand. "Come for me," Regina husks, her voice raspier than ever, coming out all distorted and needy.
"Oh god. Fuck, Regina," Emma screams violently pushing Regina right over the edge as well to join her in her undeniable pleasure. "Fuck, I need you."
"Emma," she moans as her fingers continue to drag out her own orgasm for as long as possible.
Regina's eyes slam shut. Her head flies back. Her body trembles viciously as her orgasm rips through her body, expressing just how much she needs her girlfriend. Her own breathing is drowned out by her girlfriend's sharp intakes of breath.
"God, I miss you," Emma cries out as her body disappears from view and is replaced by her flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes.
"I miss you too, Em," she agrees, but then thick tears are rolling down her girlfriend's cheeks. "Emma? What's wrong?" She quickly implores as fear strikes through her heart, terrified for the baby again.
"Stupid hormones," Emma breathes to herself as she wipes away her tears and all too quickly, she begins laughing.
"Oh boy, I think you are sleep deprived."
"I think I'm Regina deprived," she retorts with a snort at the end, eliciting a chuckle from Regina's mouth as well. "As fun as that was, it's nothing compared to your orgasms." Emma cuddles into her pillow and tucks herself in while her big, green, doe-eyes gaze at the brunette through the screen. Regina's heart aches for her, but she knows she needs to be strong during this time apart, so she doesn't cause the woman any stress. "Tell me about your day."
"Emma, it has to be three in the morning there."
"Tell me about your day until I fall asleep."
"Only because I love you."