So… Who wants more sin AND some fluff?
And maybe a baby this time? Who knows?
"Sit up straight," Regina said quietly, placing a large portion of spaghetti with meatballs on their plates.
"I am," Emma grumbled, fixing her slouched shoulders begrudgingly as she watched the brunette moving around the table taking a seat in front of them and serving herself.
"How was school, dear?" Regina asked, passing the bread basket to Henry.
"It was okay," he said absently-minded, attacking his food as he passed it to Emma without looking at her.
"How's Ava? Did she get better?"
"She's fine," Henry nodded, taking a large bite from the bread roll after smearing it with sauce.
Regina rolled her eyes and looked at Emma, only to realize that she was doing the exact same thing, just maybe a little less sloppily.
She was surrounded by peasants.
The rest of the dinner went on in total silence, with the eventual clatter of silverware and the clink of glass.
"So, honey," Regina turned to Henry again as he finished his third serving of dessert. "Your mother and I have been in a relationship for a while now, and you know how we feel about each other, so... I invited her to move in with us. Is that… okay with you?"
Emma looked at him, getting another spoon of pudding for herself, and she exhaled quietly in relief when he looked at her and smiled.
"Cool," he said, fist bumping her arm playfully. "I thought you had already moved in with us, though. You're here all the time," then he turned to Regina. "That's really cool, mom. Can I go play videogames now?"
"Uh sure," Regina said slightly surprised with his reaction. She clearly had not expected that from Mr. Happy Endings. "One hour, and then you go to your room finish your homework."
"'kay."
"I had expected a little bit of jumping and hugging," Emma said with a low chuckle, scrapping the last of the pudding straight from the plate to her mouth.
"This is as warm as you'll get, dear."
Emma refrained from rolling her eyes. "Look, I'm-"
"You can sleep in the guest room tonight," Regina cut her off, transferring the rest of the spaghetti from the pyrex to a smaller Tupperware. "And there's pudding on your face."
"What?"
"Pudding," Regina said louder, pointing her cheek.
"You know what I'm talking about," Emma said, wiping her face impatiently.
"Are you sure you want to go there, Emma Swan?" she hissed angrily.
"I am sorry about the thing with the walls, okay?" Emma's voice raised to a slight higher pitch. "You think I did that on purpose? I could not think of anything other than you after you entered the room, Regina! How was I supposed to remember about the shitty fucking walls when you were there like… like that? You were-" her voice dropped to a shrill whisper "-bending over my lap with your ass up, woman! Your ASS!"
Don't fall for the flattering. Don't fall for the flattering-
There was a slight shift in Emma's demeanor when she narrowed her eyes. "Or did you actually believe what your lumberjack soulmate said about me?"
Oh she's doing the dominant voice. It's not sexy. It's not sexy-
"'cause if you agree with him, Regina-"
"Then what?"
Emma blinked, surprised.
"By all means, go be with Yogi Bear, then. I'll head back to my pigpen with thin walls. You have a good night-"
Emma had half-expected Regina to beg for her to stay, but instead she got a painful smack in the back of the head.
"What was that for?"
"Stop being such a mule! This is not about the thin walls! How can you think I want to be with him after everything I told you this morning? After everything altogether?"
Emma shrugged, unable to avoid the pink twinge on her face. "He gets to my nerves," she grumbled.
"Well, don't let him!"
"Jesus, Regina, how come I never thought of this brilliant idea before?" Emma exclaimed sarcastically. "Thank you so much, this will solve everything!"
Regina sighed, shaking her head. "Emma, please."
"What?" she plopped back on her chair. "He is your soulmate," she shrugged weakly. "It's in the story book."
"I don't give a damn about that stupid book!"
Regina's eyes widened as she covered her mouth.
"He's on that selective hearing phase, don't worry," Emma said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to indicate Henry in the TV room, too absorbed with this game to be listening to his newly U-hauled mothers.
"Could you please stop with that pissing contest because of a book?" Regina muttered quietly. "What I feel is what matters, and I don't feel anything for him. Just for you, you moronic… stupid… beautiful imbecile… Ugh, I hate when I can't be mad at you!"
Emma felt her heart much lighter inside her chest. Much lighter. And the way Regina was standing, the lack of real anger but instead the annoying exasperation, just switched her mood to playful asshole. She narrowed her eyes at the brunette.
"Are you telling me that all the brawling was not even a little bit hot?"
Regina rolled her eyes and sighed. Emma Swan was incorrigible.
"You two were ridiculous, acting like peacocks-"
"But… I was showing off my physical superiority. I made him look like a trapped mouse. You saw how intimidated he was-"
"Emma, public disturbance and petty fights are not arousing. And that doesn't prove physical superiority-"
"I can punch him."
"I don't want you to punch anyone!"
"Okay, okay… No punching," then after a beat "You sure?"
Regina shivered. She hated when Emma dropped her voice like that. She hated that Emma knew just how much that affected her. She would start getting away with too much trouble if she kept doing that.
"Tell me," Emma muttered, standing up and rounding the table, stopping behind Regina. "Were you actually angry because we embarrassed you?" she placed both hands on her waist, her lips an inch from her ear "Or because that made you wet?"
"Stop… trying to get in my pants when I am mad at you!"
"You can pretend to be mad all you want," Emma said in a low voice, lips brushing the back of her neck, pressing her raunchy bulge against her ass. "I'll be in the guest room, in case you need my… physically superior services in your pants."
Regina inhaled sharply, her heartbeat increasing tenfold, the throbbing between her legs going rampant-
She lifted one arm and cupped the back of Emma's head with her hand-
"Only after you do the dishes, dear. It's your turn."
Emma pulled back growling. "Oh c'mon, Regina!" Her smile was painful as she walked away with a throbbing erection. "Way to kill the mood-"
"You deserved that."
"I was arrested for my behavior!"
"And I wanted to punish you a bit more," Regina said smugly.
"You should thank me, and not punish me, for being so hot and good in bed-"
"Someone here is with a bustling ego and pheromones up to their head-"
"Are you guys talking about that documentary on animals having sex we saw the other day? That was so gross," Henry came into the dining room, going for the dessert platter. "Ma, you ate all the pudding? Dude!"
"Huh," Emma mumbled and turned to Regina. "Maybe make some more?"
"Absolutely not," Regina shook her head. "You both ate sugar enough for a week already."
Henry rolled his eyes and left with a grumpy slouch, dragging his disproportionally large feet across the floorboards.
Regina folded her arms and spun on her heels to stare at Emma, who was hidden from waist down behind a chair.
"So, selective hearing, huh? I thought he was playing Monopoly that night. He seemed really focused on stealing all your money."
"How come that is my fault too?" Emma snapped, then she looked indignant. "Wait a minute, he was? And you didn't tell me? That's why I lost!"
"Sure, not because you don't know how to play it."
"I know how to play it!"
"Of course you do," Regina kissed her softly, patting her face. "I need to get some reports done. Can you make sure Henry finishes his homework?"
"Okay," Emma kissed her again, giving her ass a light smack before turning around. Being domestic felt so… nice.
XXX
"Hey," Emma said from the doorway to Regina's office.
"Oh, hi!" Regina grinned, reading glasses atop her nose as she rummaged her desk for a pen, when her eyes suddenly fell on the clock. "Oh God, I didn't realize it was so late! I am so sorry-!"
"S'okay. Kid went to bed and I just thought I'd let you know."
"Did he finish his Math assignment?"
"Uh… Sure?"
"Emma!"
"We were in co-op mission and we kicked ass of a bunch of kids from his school. Maybe his grade will suck, but at least he'll be the cool kid. Or maybe the older kids will beat him up for ruining their scores-"
"Emma!"
"Okay, sorry, I got distracted with the game."
Regina's dark eyes lingered for a minute on the slight bulge on her sweatpants, not even registering the babbling on Emma's end.
"-I'll get up earlier tomorrow, and I'll help him finish it before school-"
Regina nodded, not even sure what she was nodding to. The way Emma acted like a total dick at Granny's, the way her voice sounded, and the way the veins jutted in her arms and neck…
"-Is that cool? Please, don't be mad at me-"
Regina nodded again, eyes swiftly traveling from Emma's upper body in a ridiculously tight t-shirt to the large pair of sweats… The fabric was thick enough to hide details, but she already memorized them… the large vein that pulsed hotly when Emma was inside her, and the shiny, broad gland that-
"Regina."
"Mm?"
"Eyes."
"I beg your pardon?"
Emma grinned. "My eyes are up here, babe."
She flinched awkwardly and then rearranged her features to a scolding frown. "Stop distracting me, Emma Swan! You are a very bad influence to this household's schedules and appointments!"
"Want to me to move out?"
Regina huffed.
"Well? 'cause you were just ogling my cock like a piece of meat, and if there's anyone who should be indignant here, that would be me-"
"No, that wouldn't."
"No that wouldn't," Emma said, not even blushing. "So… Are you done with paperwork?"
Regina sighed, removing her glasses so she could rub her eyes. "Not really."
"You invited me to live here on a very boring night, you know."
The brunette chuckled, because apparently she would never have a serious conversation for longer than five minutes with that annoyingly cute woman again. So much for an adult relationship.
"I promise I'll finish this as soon as I can, and then I'm going to bed."
"Can I keep you company?" she asked suggestively, sitting on top of her desk.
Regina eyed the bulge carefully. And her arms flexing as she grabbed the wooden edges. "I don't think that's a good idea, dear."
"I can help."
Regina lifted an eyebrow.
"I can give you… proper encouragement to finish this shit quickly," Emma said, smirking as she teased the elastic band of her pants with her hand, watching Regina gulp.
"Get out, Emma."
Emma threw her tongue out as she slid off the desk and walked to the door. "Boring," she repeated, closing it behind her perfectly cute and firm rear…
Regina shook her head.
She was so fucked now…
XXX
Her phone vibrated and she sighed, lowering her reports. There was only one person who could be sending her a text at this hour. A person who now lived under the same roof as she did.
BESTIAL COCK: Are you done yet?
HOTPANTS: When did you change your contact information on my phone again?
BESTIAL COCK: When you were too distracted thinking about me fucking you.
HOTPANTS: Idiot.
BESTIAL COCK: typing…
BESTIAL COCK: Are you done yet?
HOTPANTS: NO!
BESTIAL COCK: (attachment)
Regina groaned. Why did she have to open the pictures? Why did she do it every. Single. Time?
It was a dark image, but she could see most of its excessive length, the smooth and warm, flushed skin stretching over its round thickness, the shadow of the largest vein, and the purple hue of the tip, glistening with the fading light coming from a nightstand lamp-
BESTIAL COCK: Drooling much?
HOTPANTS: Go to bed.
BESTIAL COCK: I will jerk off, then. Not in the mood for camp night under a tent.
HOTPANTS: Fine.
BESTIAL COCK: You'll let me waste Swan's finest material in the toilet? Or your bedsheets?
HOTPANTS: Don't you dare ejaculate on my bedsheets-
BESTIAL COCK: I'll do it on your pillow.
HOTPANTS: EMMA SWAN-
BESTIAL COCK: I am marking my territory and I KNOW that makes your pussy throb, babe.
Regina snarled, throwing her phone away. She was almost fifty percent sure that Emma would not do it on her bedclothes, but even if she did… Jesus Christ, that was too distracting. Her pulse was faster between her legs than inside her chest. She needed to get that stupid report done, and all she could think was of Emma Swan on her bed, sweatpants down to her ankles, stroking her monster cock as she produced low growls-
"Idiot," Regina hissed, smacking her notebook shut and throwing her glasses on top of a modest amount of paper. The simple motion of walking towards the door was enough to make her flinch. The discomfort of her thighs rubbing together could be almost unbearable if she were not so used to it by now.
She climbed the stairs on tiptoes, cursing under her breath. Barefooted, her clumsy steps were muffled by the thick carpet in the hallway as she went to check on Henry. He was fast asleep, one gangly arm hung from his bed, his mouth slightly open, snoring loudly.
Oh her precious, polite and gentle baby was turning into… Emma Swan.
She sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she closed his door. She loved being surrounded by those adorable people without manners…
Spinning around, she throbbed once she faced her bedroom door across the hall. It stood ajar, a yellowish column of light bathing the floorboards. Regina swallowed, walking slowly towards it-
To an empty bed.
The sheets were intact, and there were no discarded clothes on the floor. There was no noise of water running coming from the bathroom. She grinned, walking out as fast as she could without making much of a fuss.
Every light was out downstairs, except for one lamp in the corridor to her office and the guest room. She walked slowly, heart beating on her throat and between her legs as she approached the door.
She pushed it open softly.
Emma's bags were on top of the single bed, and there was a faint hint of the toothpaste Emma liked -
"Ah!" she half-gasped, half-moaned when arms grabbed her from behind and pushed her against the wall. She felt Emma's hot, uneven breath on her neck, her raging erection against her ass, her hands sliding up her blouse to cup her breasts.
"Tell me you are mine," Emma grunted, thrusting her hips against Regina's rear.
"W-What?" she whispered faintly.
"Tell me you belong to me and no one else, Regina."
"I… oh God," she moaned again, louder, when one hand slid downwards and through the waistline of her tailored pants, cupping her wet sex over her ruined underwear.
"Tell me, and I'll give you what you want," Emma snarled, her teeth nipping at Regina's ear, the hand on her breast no longer gentle. "This is what you want, right?" she hissed, pushing her body forward so that Regina's face was squeezed against the wall.
She was so not going to do that. She was done playing the submissive bitch for that asshole-
Emma pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her clit with the tip of her middle finger. Sliding it down her slippery folds, she was greeted by hot slickness and pulsing flesh, and she let out a simple moan, soft and Emma and once more so surprisingly feminine-
"I… I belong to you," Regina whispered frantically. "I am yours, baby-"
"Say you don't love him," Emma grumbled, fumbling with the elastic of her sweatpants as she continued to grind and rub Regina's clit. "Please say you don't love-"
"I love you," Regina whispered desperately, turning around, zipping down her pants and getting rid of them along her underwear "I love you," she whispered again, cupping Emma's awed face, pressing her lips into hers in a hot, messy kiss. "I don't love him," she muttered, barely registering that she was being lifted into the nearest piece of furniture "I didn't choose him. I don't want him-"
"You want me?" Emma whispered against her lips, hands pressing firmly against her hips.
"Just you," Regina nodded, biting her lower lip, sucking it for a second, pulling her closer by the back of her neck as she spread her legs wider.
"Forever?" Emma grumbled, as if she were not a hundred percent aware of what she was saying anymore.
"Yes," Regina hissed, dragging her foot up her leg and pressing her ass with her ankle, demanding friction.
Emma opened her eyes, thumbs grazing Regina's lips impressively gently. Regina basked in the sensation, but after noticing that Emma was no longer moving her hips or kissing her, she opened her eyes too.
There was more than love twirling around those green eyes, loud and overwhelming and powerful as a rainstorm.
"Emma?" she whispered.
The blonde reached down to line herself, never breaking eye contact. Regina's lids fluttered and Emma moaned when hot, pounding flesh touched wetness for the first time. She pressed her hips softly, and Regina moaned and she groaned, and she was halfway in, squeezed in warmth.
It felt like home.
She felt a knot on her belly and another on her throat as she watched Regina's parted lips and felt her uneven, frantic breath against her lips, mixing with her own breathing.
"Marry me," she whispered.
Regina silently clasped around her. Her hand came back to cup Emma's expression of adoration, as if she were the most precious thing in that woman's world. She held Emma's face for a minute, reading her eyes, reading her silent lips.
"Marry me," Emma said again, tucking a strand of dark hair behind Regina's ear.
Without flinching or breaking eye contact for a second, Regina used her feet to press her ass, making her bottom out the remaining inches. Emma was pulsing violently inside of her, as if she could explode at any second.
Regina grabbed the hand still resting on her face and drew her fingers to her mouth. She clasped her lips around the tip of her middle finger, then she took it in almost entirely before swirling her tongue around it.
Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lids fluttered shut this time. Her hips started to roll automatically, stimulated by the sucking motion of Regina's lips. She picked up a soft pace, pounding deeply, slowly.
Regina's moans vibrated around her finger, until Emma slid it out and claimed her mouth once again, rocking languidly between her legs. Every thrust swallowing her member was making her approach climax much too fast-
"Yes," Regina mumbled against her mouth, kissing her sloppily as her hands urged Emma's rear to go faster. "Yes," she whined, digging fingernails on firm flesh. "Yes!" she cried with a shuddering breath. "YES!"
Emma had no idea if that was encouragement or the answer to her question, but she rolled her hips faster, picking up a rougher pace, thrusting, filling, owning-
"Yes," Regina rasped, pushing Emma's face away from hers so that Emma could see her nod frantically, smiling with a tearful gaze, moaning her answer. "Yes, baby. Yes. Yes-!"
Emma grinned, attacking her lips again, going faster, harder, pounding relentlessly to keep up with her bursting heart. She curled her toes and squeezed the muscles of her thighs, concentrating on not coming-
"'Gina," Emma breathed, her voice strangled as she realized her techniques to hold herself weren't working. "I'm going to nut-"
"Bed," Regina mumbled, tangling her frantic hands with Emma's hair.
Emma picked her from the vanity, managing to stay inside of her as she walked towards the bed with Regina clamped around her in every way possible. They fell with a soft plop on the mattress, Emma's bags rolling to the floor in the process.
"Please don't stop," Regina begged against her lips, clasping her legs around her waist.
And that was the moment Emma realized she would go to hell if that woman asked her to.
She picked the pace again, thrusting, hitting spots that made Regina curl her toes and maul the skin of her shoulders. She thrusted vigorously, because she needed to fill Regina, her ultimate, most primal way of marking her. She was hers.
She's yours…
Forever.
Her hips' movements went blurry, and all she could see in front her was Regina's face, and how she was going crazy, and desperate-
Emma angled upwards and counted.
Three thrusts, for each a sob, and finally one broken scream.
Regina was convulsing underneath her, clasping the bedsheets for dear life as Emma's hips still smacked her rear forcefully, contracting her muscles, milking Emma, demanding-
"Give me your come," Regina stuttered. "Mark your… territory… inside of me now-"
Emma exploded with a muffled moan into countless jets, burying her face on the crook of Regina's neck, sinking her teeth on her shoulder as her hips jerked erratically. She came and came and emptied herself, and hot, messy slickness dripped down between their clamped flesh, tainting skin, tainting the bedsheets, pooling underneath their hips…
Emma collapsed on top of her, sweat making their skin feel impossibly close. She kept her eyes shut, feeling the lazy pattern of Regina's fingernails against her back and arms and ribs. Her pores stood on end as pleasant shockwaves still rolled down her lower belly and crotch and thighs.
She tried to lift her weight on her hands, but a groan of protest from Regina's lips stopped her, keeping her exactly where she was.
She chuckled, feeling absolutely drained. She caught a whiff of their scent together, and she was mesmerized how Regina's perfume still managed to stand out mixed with body fluids and sex.
"I love you," Emma whispered, kissing the spot on Regina's shoulder that contained a large bruise with her teeth marks.
"I love you too, but bite me again like that and I'm calling this wedding off-EMMA!"
She yelped when Emma lowered her lips and took another bite just below the first one. Regina pushed her up from her body.
"It's a love bite," Emma shrugged with a lazy smile plastered on her face as she hovered over her.
Scandalized, Regina smacked her face.
"OUCH!"
"It's a love smack," the brunette answered smugly.
Emma looked down at her, left cheek flushed. She grinned devilishly. "Keep that up and I'll get hard again. Then I'll show you a love thrust-"
"Oh please, do," Regina purred, cupping her burning cheek. "Do it now," she said slowly, taking Emma off guard when she slapped her other cheek.
Emma laughed between a groan and a growl. "Oh you're gonna pay for that, Madam Mayor-"