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There's a subtle amount of role play in this chapter. I am opposed to any sort of kink-shame, so I am delivering it as it is – just a kink, bedroom play between two consenting adults who love each other.

I fell kinda dirty.

Just waiting for some god to strike me with a lightning bolt.

Ruby Lucas entered the Sheriff Station on Monday morning with a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches inside a paper bag.

"Food for my favorite Sher- Fuck, what the hell happened?" her eyes went wide as she took in the sight of her friend sitting on her chair behind her desk, an ice pack between her legs. "Emma, are you… okay?"

"Yeah," Emma grumbled, reaching for the paper bag.

"Whoa. Is Regina in some sort of mood?" Ruby dropped her voice to a whisper. "I don't see you looking like that since the last dick incident-"

Emma just snorted and took a bite from her sandwich. Ruby gasped.

"Oh my God! It's back? Anaconda's back?"

The blonde sighed.

"Oh my God! How did you hurt it?"

"Ruby, shut up!" she snarled, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "It's nothing."

"She skinned you!"

"She did not!"

"Oh my God, this is so weird and funny!"

"Are you done?"

"I'm sorry, but… okay," she made a serious face when Emma glared at her. "Can you really blame me, though? You are the only friend that I have who sprouts a dick every now and again. What did you do to Regina this time?"

"I didn't do anything," Emma grunted. "It just… popped out. During my surprise birthday party."

"Mm. Interesting."

"What is?"

"Well, I know you were not raised in the Enchanted Forest, but stuff like that always has some sort of meaning."

"I never read a fairytale with a magic dick in it. Or is that why you were called Little Red Riding Hood?"

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Rude. I don't like you when you get a pee-pee."

"Don't call it pee-pee!"

Ruby gave her a wolfish grin. "How does Regina call it?"

"Ruby, can you get to the point?"

"Oh. Right. Well, I think it might have something to do with your birthday."

"It's just a day like any other day."

"Maybe not for you. You are the Savior."

Emma rolled her eyes. "I just got older. And well hung."

Ruby's face lit up dangerously "We make wishes on birthdays. Did you ask for a pee-pee?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Of course I didn't ask for a – stop calling it a pee-pee! I am not five. And for the record, I have a very big cock! But wait… I did ask…" she had wished to be with Henry and Regina forever. Why did that turn out into another dick incident? "I asked to be happy with Regina and the kid. I don't understand why I got a dick instead."

"Well, having a cock makes you happy?"

Emma considered it for a minute. "Kinda? But I meant happiness on the general sense."

"Maybe deep down there's a reason for it. Happiness is a very subjective concept."

"Trust me, there's nothing subjective about this thing-"

"Ah look at you, so pee-pee proud!"

"Ruby!"

"Sorry."

…

"Can I see it?"

"Regina would skin us both alive, and I am already hurt down there."

"Holy shit," Ruby plopped down on Emma's desk and picked a grilled cheese. "Wait. How come you had that much sex? Weren't you with the kids at home yesterday?"

"Exactly. We were playing ball outside before Michael picked up Nick, and Henry hit my balls with the bat. I'm fucking telling you, Regina better still be filthy rich by the time he goes off to college. There's no way in hell he'll get a sports scholarship with that aim."

"Heard of a thing called a cup? That's what they're for. To protect your junk."

"Sure, why wouldn't I wear a fucking cup under my pants in front of my son and his friend?"

Ruby laughed whole-heartedly at it.

"Awn, didn't Regina kiss your pee-pee better?"

"Keep calling it like that with the baby voice again and it might as well just disappear. From disgust."

"I wouldn't dream of pissing off Madam Mayor like that. I'll let her keep her toy."

"Thank you."

"I am just doing that because I love you."

Emma arched one eyebrow.

"Diner's liquor license has expired again?"

Ruby grinned.

"That's wise. She is in a good mood," the blonde chuckled.

"How are things, by the way? Between you?"

"Oh, you know," Emma blushed slightly, a small smile gracing her lips.

"That good, eh? Grocery shopping, dinner with your parents, having friends from school over for the weekend, playing baseball with them… I see you going all out as lesbian suburban mom."

"What's wrong with that?" the blonde shrugged. She teased Regina a lot about it, but she didn't mind one bit spending her days like that just to be with her and Henry.

"Well, nothing's wrong. It's just nice seeing the lonely, brooding Emma Swan getting so seriously and committed to someone."

"Oh," Emma looked down at her shoes, throwing the ice pack on top of her desk. "That."

Ruby frowned at the sudden flustered look on Emma's face. "What is it?"

"I kinda need your help… to buy something for… Regina."

"Look, I love you, but I am not trying on kinky underwear-"

"No, that's not it!" Emma blushed. "Jesus."

"What then?"

"Uh, it's, well, you know… I want to stay very committed to her. For a long time."

Ruby lifted an inquisitive eyebrow. "Oookay…"

"You know, permanently. And I've been thinking a lot about doing it lately-"

"Are you going to tattoo Madam Mayor on your butt? OH! On your pee-pee! You can write a full sentence on that thing! But what happens if it disappears again? Does it-"

"RUBY!"

"What?"

"Can you be a normal friend and get the hint that I want to propose to my girlfriend?"

Ruby blinked several times, watching as Emma's cheeks went from a faint pink to a bright red.

"Oh my God!" she squealed, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! My baby godchild is all grown up! I feel so old now!"

"Ew. I keep forgetting you're my godmother. Ew. I showed you my d-"

"Sheriff Swan," Elsa came running inside the Station, pink tainting her pale cheeks as she rushed towards her desk almost breathlessly. "Sorry… to interrupt… I was helping Archie chase Pongo down Main Street… Couldn't keep up… I froze him! Poor dog! Can you help me undo it?"

"You froze him?" Emma arched one eyebrow. "You froze a dog on the loose?"

"Well, not on purpose," she said embarrassed, clasping her hands together. "I didn't mean to do it as a punishment. I didn't want to hurt him-"

"I'll have to catch up with you later," the Sheriff said to Ruby, who nodded, amused, and left. Then she turned to Elsa. "And did it work?"

"What worked?"

"Did you really get him to stop running?"

"Well, yes, I-"

"I never thought of that. Can you teach me?"

Elsa frowned in confusion. "You want to learn how to… freeze things?"

"Oh, no," Emma laughed, waving a hand dismissively. "Only people I need to chase down. Or any living creature, really."

"I am not sure this is a nice thing to do, Emma-"

"You know what's not nice? Getting my face maimed by Mrs. Robinson's cat every week," Emma said, getting up from her chair and collecting the keys to the bug. "Well, let's go-"

XXX

When Regina entered the Sheriff Station right before lunch, she had been resolute to give the Sheriff a special treatment and to do a lot of fondling with her wounded parts. If she were lucky, maybe she could even get a special treatment on her own parts, which were craving Emma as if they hadn't fucked for weeks.

The baseball bat incident had ruined her plans of quiet sex after Nick went home and Henry went to bed on Sunday, and she hoped that by now she would get a reward.

What she had not hoped, however, was to find a young minx laughing and touching Emma's biceps at every three sentences. And she definitively had not hoped to see Emma smiling that much to someone who wasn't her.

Arousal suddenly became anger, and she put more energy on her steps, making sure the two laughing morons would hear her approaching. Emma was the first to notice her presence, keeping the smile on her face as she watched Regina coming closer to her desk.

"Hi, sweetheart!" she said brightly. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"You would know if you had read the text I have sent you this morning, Sheriff Swan," she said coldly.

"Well, I should get going," Elsa said, awkwardly clasping her hands as she stood up. "Thanks for your help, Emma. Have a good day, Mayor Mills."

When the glass doors closed behind her, Emma frowned.

"What was that about?"

"I apologize for interrupting. I am pretty sure Elsa can come back another time to flirt with you."

"What?" Emma gasped. "She was not flirting with me! Are you crazy? I was helping her reverse a freezing spell."

"Oh, how lovely!" Regina chuckled, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "Another imbecile who can't control their magic in Storybrooke!"

"What is wrong-?" Emma stopped mid-sentence when she finally checked her phone and read the message Regina sent her earlier.

HOTPANTS: I MIGHT HAVE MASTURBATED A LITTLE AFTER YOU FELL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT. HOPEFULLY, YOU'RE NOT TOO MAD. BUT HOPEFULLY, IF YOU ARE, YOU CAN PUNISH ME FOR IT.

Her jaw dropped to her feet.

And her sore penis came up, hard as rock inside the confines of her tight jeans.

She looked up at Regina, who had her arms folded across her chest and was staring away, chewing on her lip impatiently. Emma smirked, slowly approaching the brunette, her bulge already visible through her pants.

Regina scoffed but didn't avert her gaze from it.

"So," Emma shoved her hands on her back pockets. "You've been a bad girl?"

"I'll show you a bad girl if that minx comes near you again," Regina hissed, reaching forward to cup her erection, when her eyes went wide and she removed her hand. "Why is the crotch of your pants wet and cold, Emma Swan?"

Emma's green eyes almost popped out of the sockets when she made the association.

Elsa.

Ice.

"Oh no no no!" she was really struggling with the insane desire to laugh. "No, Regina, baby… I was using an ice pack earlier. For my… uh… dick accident. This is so not what you are thinking-"

"Where is it, then?"

"What?"

"The ice pack!"

Emma looked around. "I dunno. I guess it melted?"

"Melted or went away in a flowing dress the minute I got in?"

"Regina, you can't be serious right now-"

"Oh trust me, Miss Swan," she hissed, her lips an inch from Emma's. "I am dead serious. You are on time out!"

"What?"

"I thought you were familiar with the concept since you are an immature mongrel. Forgive me. Let me put this on terms you'll understand… Enjoy being on doghouse!"

And she spun on her high heels, stomping angrily towards the door. Emma tilted her head to the side, gaping. Regina's ass looked amazing from that angle, bouncing left and right in that skin-tight pencil skirt-

"Hey, wait a minute!" she called out, rushing after the furious brunette. "Sweetie, I-"

"Dead serious!" Regina snarled, conjuring a fireball and throwing it over her shoulder without even looking back.

"Ouch!" Emma yelped, dodging it for half an inch. "You have got to be kidding me! And I know what time out means!" she shouted petulantly after Regina.

"Oh well done!" Regina shouted back. "I'll give you a dog treat when I am done being mad at you!"

XXX

Emma was splayed on her old armchair, unconsciously fondling with the ripped fabric on the armrest as she sipped her beer and watched a stupid telenovela. That was what she got for spending most of her time at Regina's and forgetting to pay the cable bill.

She had showered after she gave up on cleaning her apartment. She was pretty sure she was stepping on an empty pack of Cheetos, but eh. She kept re-reading Regina's text message, and the more she looked into it, the more she felt aroused.

She had once caught Regina watching a video that had a mild resemblance with a punishment kink kind of action, but the brunette never actually discussed that with her. Or admitted that it was actually porn. Not that their sex life was remotely close to the vanilla type, but Regina had never explicitly voiced that she had any particular fantasy.

They would just talk dirty and go with it.

She tugged at her large shorts, an impending erection starting to feel uncomfortable against the fabric as she fidgeted on the cushion.

There was a soft knock on her door.

She smirked.

"Is that you, Mills?"

A pause. Possibly an irritated pause.

"Yes."

"Door's open," she said, unfazed as she turned her attention back to the TV. She didn't turn when Regina entered, but her smell almost made her cave. That woman was going to be the death of her.

"This place is a pigsty," Regina huffed, kicking a beer can with her expensive heels.

"The broom is behind the bathroom door," Emma said. "Trash can is behind you."

She gave herself an imaginary pat on the back when she heard the brunette angrily smack her purse on the nearest piece of furniture.

"You have a lot of nerve-"

"I am sitting in my living room enjoying my telenovela," Emma shrugged, excited that Regina was taking the bait so easily. "You, on the other hand, are showing up in my house, in the middle of the night, after basically scolding me in front of my friend, at my workplace, where I am the authority. And you tell me I have a lot of nerve?"

"Oh, are you and the Ice Minx friends now?"

"Regina, Regina…" she shook her head slowly, turning around to face her. She looked drop dead gorgeous in a crisp shirt and jeans. "Jealousy is for teenagers. You know I only have eyes and hard ons for you."

Regina visibly relaxed at that, and Emma took her chance. "That doesn't mean it was okay to scare my friend and yell at me, sweetie. I am very mad at you."

"You are?" she muttered, her eyes darkening.

"Oh yes," Emma nodded, grabbing her hardening cock over the fabric of her shorts and giving it a small tug. "I was offended with the insinuation that I would use my cock in a pussy that isn't yours."

Regina gulped, and Emma smirked when she fidgeted to rub her thighs together without being caught.

"Besides, I think no one could ever take it like you do. You let me do whatever I want like a good girl."

"Well, yes," Regina nodded, almost shyly, taking a step closer.

"You were not very good today, though."

The brunette crouched down beside the armchair. "I can be good."

"I know," Emma smiled condescending, placing her beer on the coffee table. "So, does that mean that you thought about what you did?"

"Yes."

"And are you done with making a scene in front of people because you are possessive of my cock?"

Regina gulped again, her breath catching on her throat.

"Y-yes."

"So you are also done being mad at me."

"I was not mad," she looked up, eyes pleading. Submissive and aroused. "I was just jealous."

"Good. Because you do realize that you need punishment, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Ah ah, no but. Unless you don't want my cock."

"I want your cock," she said quickly, almost making Emma break character and laugh at her eagerness to be fucked.

"Then you know what to do."

It seemed to take every ounce of courage that Regina possessed to take the next step. Emma knew what she wanted, but she wanted Regina to guide them through it, to set the pace of it according with how comfortable she was, even if in role play theory it was Emma who was in charge.

She stood up, stepping down from her shoes as she popped the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper carefully, and then she hooked her fingers on the waist line and pulled them down, dragging her underwear with it.

She stopped mid-thigh and stared down at Emma, looking unsure for a second. Emma reached for her hand, stroking her wrist ever so slightly.

It's okay. It's me.

The dark hunger was back in her eyes after that simple gesture. Regina lowered herself across Emma's lap, her naked butt cheeks turned upwards, exposed to the impending onslaught.

Now that Regina's face was turned to the floor, Emma swallowed hard. Her cock sprung against the brunette, ironically aligned to her center, but separated from it by some layers of clothes.

She bucked her hips involuntarily, and before Regina could take advantage of her weakness, she lowered her splayed palm against a smooth ass cheek.

Regina gasped in surprise, and Emma was enthralled by the way her round rear wiggled with the smack. She repeated the gesture, this time on the other cheek, feeling her cock engorge with the sight of the reddening skin and the outlines of her hand.

Emma spanked a little harder when Regina started to moan and grind down on her. Then she stopped and nudged the brunette. "Get up."

Regina hoisted her body and confusion was all over her face.

"If you are enjoying it, it doesn't really count as punishment, does it?"

"But-"

"Go to my bed. Take all of your clothes and spread your legs for me."

Regina groaned. She bent over until her lips were grazing Emma's ear.

"There's condoms and lube in my purse," she whispered.

"Why do we need that shit?" Emma asked, truly confused now.

Regina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Oh.

"Just… Just be a good… just go get it."

Emma's lips cracked into a huge, dirty grin full of bad intentions.

"You wanted to call me daddy, didn't you?"

"EMMA!"

"Fine, fine," she chuckled, turning around, waving her hands in surrender. "Maybe some other time."

Emma waited until Regina was gone so she could catch her breath and release her raging boner. Her balls were hanging heavily between her legs, and the rest of it was possibly monopolizing her poor blood flow. She walked out of her shorts as she moved to Regina's purse, disentangling it from her ankles and kicking it to the side.

She grabbed the lube and stared down at the string of foil packs for a moment, too eager to start overthinking what was about to happen.

When she stopped by the doorstep to her bedroom, Regina was panting on her single bed, fists clasped around the bedsheet as she eagerly eyed the purplish member between Emma's legs. She squirmed eagerly, unable to restrain herself from doing so.

"Please," she said quietly.

Emma nodded idiotically, removing her t-shirt. She snapped off one pack and ripped the foil with her teeth. It was a type already slick with lube, but you could never have too much of it. She rolled the latex material down to the base trying not to act like a teenager wearing a condom for the first time in his life. Regina had been watching her the whole time, and when Emma kneeled down on the bed between her legs, Regina reached forward for the bottle of lube.

Emma shook her head.

"Not yet," she muttered as a response to Regina's inquisitive silence.

She lowered her head between Regina's knees and inhaled deeply, groaning with the scent of Regina's arousal. The slickness was visible, palpable. Her hot, labored breath immediately prompted Regina to spread her legs wider.

The brunette's body jerked upwards, her back arched beautifully when Emma's impossibly hot tongue touched her. The tip sliding between her drenched folds was sending small jolts of electricity through from her legs to her toes. Emma knew the exact amount of pressure to apply, and she set to a torturously slow pace, savoring everything.

Every inch, every drop of arousal, she licked away, pressing her tongue, sucking hot mounds slightly and letting go, her nose almost brushing against her throbbing clit.

"Emma."

Her balls clenched and she thought she had come against her bedsheets with the sound of her name in that breathy moan.

Regina was usually loud in bed, even when she assumed the submissive position, but that sound was different. It was real abandon of control, real need, real trust.

If she thought it was impossible to get more turned on, she was very wrong. Emma lapped eagerly, the tip of her tongue rimming her entrance in slow circles. She teased, earning a painful tug on her hair and a chain of needy, soft gasps and whimpers.

She hummed in satisfaction, teasing it one more time before she slid her tongue inside a little, just stopping at the entrance. Regina's hips jerked, and now she had both hands on Emma's head.

"Emma, please," she whispered. She moaned in relief when Emma finally moved her tongue upwards and rewarded her clit with the much needed attention. "Oh God, so good… You do it so… good… yes… Don't stop don't stop don't stop lick me lick-"

By the way the inner muscles of Regina's thighs started to tremble, Emma knew she was close. Regina's whimpers and hissed requests, the way her full hips rolled against her tongue, the way she pressed her incredibly wet core against Emma's lips and chin was just too beautiful.

Emma felt an urge to claim her, now much stronger than before. She had to ignore her bursting cock, or she would selfishly enter her and start thrusting like an animal. She removed one hand from Regina's waist and slid it under her ass, sneaking between the mattress and her round rear.

One finger found its way to the destination she had in mind, and Regina cried in pleasure when it entered in one swift stroke.

"Emma more," she hissed desperately. "More-!"

Emma grunted in arousal, adding a second finger as she continued her ministrations on Regina's clit, rolling her tongue as she kept pumping her fingers in a steady rhythm. As the brunette approached her impending orgasm, pulling her hair harder than ever now, Emma added one more finger and that had Regina thrashing and jerking, her hips rolling frenetically in search of more friction, her ass clenching around Emma's knuckle-deep fingers.

Regina let out a strangled, short moan and parted her lips into a silent scream as release flowed over her. Her lower half was shuddering in spasmodic movements, her skin was sticky, goosebumped, burning with heat.

Carefully, Emma slid her fingers out, lifting her head when Regina pushed her away by the shoulder, her clit overly sensitive after the powerful orgasm Emma just gave her. The blonde stared down at the woman beneath her, proudly wiping her dripping chin.

She crawled on top of Regina, sliding between her shaky legs. She kissed her passionately, making Regina taste herself on her lips and tongue. Emma grinned down at her when they parted to breathe.

"I love you," she whispered. "So much."

Regina cupped her face for a moment, her eyes drenched in lust and love and something else. Silently, she grabbed the pillow that was under her head and turned over, nudging Emma slightly with her knees. She rolled onto her belly, pulling the pillow under her hips so her ass cheeks were propped up.

Emma watched in awe as she lowered her head against the mattress, both hands firmly grasping the headboard-

She was not really sure how that happened, but she got harder.

And the view before her stunned eyes…

God Almighty... Thank you.

She sucked in a breath when Regina looked over her shoulder. She gave her hips an impatient wiggle, one eyebrow arched.

"So?"

Emma grunted something intelligible, shaking her head and reaching for the lube flask. She smeared it over her incredibly thick shaft, shuddering with the smallest friction. Then she added copious amounts of the gel between Regina's cheeks, parting them slightly to spread it carefully.

She cast the flask away and promptly lined herself between round, perfect mounds of flesh, her hands firmly grasping Regina's hips. She grinded forward, her cock sliding up and between Regina's butt cheeks, the broad tip rising and then slowly retreating.

She was willing to slid back and forth for hours if that was what it took to have Regina properly lubricated, but it was the brunette who silently requested that she didn't take that long. She pressed her hips against Emma, a muffled groan of frustration escaping her lips.

Emma held her cock and aimed. She moaned in anticipation when the tip made the first contact with the puckered opening. She pushed forward, trying to bury the broad head of her penis in one go.

Regina hissed, and she retreated slightly to help her adjust. It took her two more attempts until Regina finally managed to clasp around Emma's tip. Her breathing was ragged underneath Emma, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought the blonde would be able to hear it.

Emma was not faring much better behind her, panting and sweating profusely as she held back, gland buried inside Regina, the rest throbbing and pulsing, eager to get in.

"Are you… okay there?" she mumbled, watching Regina's shoulder blades move with her quick breathing.

"Lift my hips," Regina whispered, nodding. "It will make it easier for you to-"

Her voice trailed off as she felt Emma's hands grabbing her and tilting her ass higher. Emma let go of her weight against the new angle, and it simply slid all the way in.

Both women let out strangled moans as it went. Emma found herself flushed against Regina's shoulder blades, their hips sealed together.

"Does it hurt?" Emma asked in a hurried whisper.

"No," Regina moaned. "But don't move yet."

"Okay," she gasped. She was sure her cock was going to explode with the pressure, either from her own rushing blood and from the tight grip of Regina's muscles.

"God, you're huge…"

Any normal day Emma would have something cocky and smug to say about the praise. Her silence, however, indicated that she, too, was overwhelmed with their current predicament.

Regina bit down the sheets, closing her eyes as she also tried to understand the rippling sensation on every muscle of her body.

Emma's breasts pressed against her lower back.

Her hands protectively holding the curve of her belly.

Her body hunched over hers.

Their skin glued together.

Emma's hot, quick breath between her shoulder blades.

Her wild mane of blonde hair tickling her sides.

And finally, their position in bed, Emma's dominance, the fullness inside of her, the pulsing, her pussy clenching and unclenching with the sensation of Emma's balls resting against her entrance, the stretch of the muscle between her ass and her vagina, the feeling of being entirely taken in such primitive way…

She heard Emma let out a small, stifled moan, so feminine, so incredibly arousing and sexy that Regina was overwhelmed with neediness and an urge to fulfill some instinctive, innate purpose underneath that woman's embrace…

"Emma," she whispered.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

Regina closed her eyes and held back a sob.

"Give me a baby."

I am not sorry.