If you are waiting for me to finish other stories - sorry - I fancied writing some more of this. Have been working on the final chapter of While You Were Sleeping and should be posted soon.
Not quite as effed up as the other chapters.
This will probably be the end now - no more updates.
Thanks for taking the time to read. Enjoy and review if that floats your boat.
Neverland, dark, creepy and stuck on an island with people she hated. It was some kind of personal torture.
She had tried to kill Snow and Charming, poison the blonde and had fucked Rumpelstiltskin's girlfriend in revenge. This was a bloody awful idea, but she loved her son so much she'd put up with it. For now.
She looked over the camp fire. Perhaps it wasn't a complete loss as the blonde lifted a grimy tank top to wipe her face, exposing a toned midriff. Regina drank her fill. Why not, there wasn't much else going on. They had made camp for the night and she couldn't sleep knowing her son was absent and in danger. She just sat, resting as best she could on the hard ground and cool night air. At least she had a blazer, the blonde didn't have anything to cover her arms and as the cool air wrapped round her frame her nipples responded to it. Regina licked her lips, toned arms, perky breasts, the only thing dampening her arousal was her worry for Henry. Had the two idiots not been present she might have even suggested she sit near Emma and share body heat and draw some kind of comfort. At least Emma could empathise, Henry was their son and they were both experiencing the same loss and worry.
Unlike the extra baggage they had along for the ride. Hook leering, Charming waving his sword ineffectually and Snow making inane remarks that set Regina's teeth on edge. Honestly, how these people ever defeated her was beyond her, how they got up in the morning without hurting themselves was a miracle. She was close to losing her temper, she felt the anger rolling over her in waves. She needed a vent, before she impaled Charming on his own sword. She got up and walked away, removing the temptation from her view. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed space and time before she exploded. And with the dark and unstable nature of Neverland it might well be a magical explosion that drew the attention of Pan, so she was well aware of the stakes and that she needed to calm herself.
She didn't realise she had been followed straight away. It was as she was sitting on a rock that edged a pool of water she heard the rustling of the undergrowth and knew someone had come after her. God she hoped it wasn't Snow with some ill-advised hope speech. Regina thought it unlikely, since she had returned the blackening heart to her ex step-daughter Snow had given her a mostly wide berth. If it was Hook come to make small talk or even flirt she might end up gutting him with his replacement hand. She looked at the dark water stretching out before her and knew it was deep. She could drown Charming if he had come to tell her it wasn't safe and she needed to come back to the makeshift camp. Stupid shepherd.
As it was the bushes parted and Emma joined her. She was surprised, the blonde didn't often seek her out, and they rarely conversed unless it was about work or Henry. Regina wouldn't have classed them as friends and their previous interactions had been full of thinly veiled threats, shouting, accusations, insults and poisoned food.
Regina had watched the blonde from afar, telling herself it was because she was a threat and could take Henry from her, she was just analysing the situation and threat assessing. There had been no respect or eager appraisal of the blonde's physical attributes. She didn't enjoy the view or find positives to linger on. As she looked now she was reminded that she hadn't established her dominance over the woman like she had once wanted to, things had unravelled with her curse breaking far more quickly than she had anticipated.
She knew she was a liar, denial sitting heavy in her gut as she kept telling herself she wasn't attracted to Emma Swan. As the blonde flopped down in the sand beside her rock with a, "Hey" she was glad it wasn't one of the others joining her. The thought did still cross her mind to drown Emma but she was able to restrain herself. It had nothing to do with the fact Emma's nipples were pushing against the fabric of her shirt or the cutely nervous smile that greeted her. The blonde was not adorable in any way, Regina wasn't feeling just a little hot or finding her eyes lingering. Fleeting thoughts of punishments, of plots and plans that hadn't come to fruition where she had the blonde on her knees, subservient, didn't help. Half remembered fantasies that had never been executed skittered across her mind.
She arched an eyebrow at the blonde, her question clear.
"I saw you leave, I can't sleep either and hoped maybe talking might distract me and ease the horrible sick feeling I've had since we set foot on this island."
"It's the dark magic here, it's twisted, impure if you will. It upsets the inherent goodness inside you."
Emma looked up at the woman. Her lie detector didn't zing and Regina hadn't sounded like she was mocking her. Emma wondered how the brunette was reacting to the magic on the island, especially if it wasn't nice or normal. Regina did seem on edge, but she was always tightly wound and Henry wad missing, it was to be expected.
Emma had pondered more than once how she could get The Mayor to unwind, but then they had got caught up with poisoned turnovers, a broken curse, Regina's lunatic mother and now they were here, a godforsaken island with too much foliage. Emma chanced a look at the brunette. She had to admit the woman was still sexy as hell, and they were both incredibly stressed. Neither had slept properly in days and they needed an outlet. Emma didn't know if having indecent thoughts about Regina right now was disrespectful to their missing son. Surely he should be their sole focus, however she had caught the brunette starring through the fire earlier so knew she wasn't the only one struggling with impure thoughts.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked, knowing it was an inane question and would be met with sarcasm.
"Henry is out there with a demon man child, until he is safely back in my arms I don't think I'll ever be ok again."
"Yeah, I know." Emma looked dejectedly at the dirt and scuffed her foot. She felt the days sweat and grime on her skin, she felt exhaustion pulling at her body and slowing her mind.
The water beside Regina popped and Emma looked up in surprise. She immediately moved her hand to her hip for her absent gun but Regina hadn't moved so she allowed herself to relax a little. She hated being on edge all the time, there didn't seem to be any respite here. If she was honest she probably felt safest with Regina but she couldn't tell her parents that. But looking at it logically they were on a magical island. A sword and a bow and arrow weren't going to cut it. Regina had the best chance of understanding any threat that came at them, it was just Emma knew she was weak from the electro torture, from the magic absorbing trigger device and grieving for her dead mother. Let alone the desperate worry about her lost son. Regina was likely unstable and unpredictable and Emma needed to know if she could count on the older woman or not.
Regina was determined and loved Henry, but that didn't mean her worn out body wouldn't collapse when it was most needed. Emma had hoped they could talk and then she'd offer to watch over the brunette while she grabbed just a few vital hours of sleep. She understood Regina couldn't relax around her parents or trust them to stand guard, but she hoped she might have more luck. After all she wasn't a mother killer or an incompetent shepherd. She was just a concerned woman, equally missing her son, who found soulful brown eyes captivating and beautiful in this half-light cast by the moon.
The water popped again and Emma couldn't contain her curiosity. "Why does it do that?" She asked.
"It is a heated spring meeting a cooler pond, the currents and eddies and the temperature difference create them." The brunette trailed her hand in the water, testing it. She smiled lazily, she felt the latent magic, it was a healing spring.
"Why the smile, Your Majesty?" Emma needled without any real bite. It was mostly because they just didn't know how to communicate with each other with any degree of civility. At least mildly insulting was familiar.
"The water is lovely and warm and has healing properties in it. It is possibly the first luck we have had since arriving here."
"Are you going to bathe?" Emma bit her lip, a naked Regina, even in the dark, would be an alluring prospect. "I can stand guard." She offered.
"It is tempting." The brunette admitted and Emma felt her reluctance in agreeing but also that she was broken and only holding herself together with sheer willpower, she needed to submerge in the water and give in to her body's basic needs.
"How is your magic?" Emma asked. "I was worried when I found you in the warehouse with Mendell, and you haven't had a chance to rest and recover. You'd probably benefit from a good soak." Emma tried to sell it to the clearly exhausted woman. She was surprised when Regina hummed at her in agreement rather than angrily attacking that it was none of her business how Regina felt or was coping.
Regina must really be barely holding it together, but then when she added in the raw loss of her mother and then worrying about Henry Emma guessed that Regina had had it pretty rough the last few weeks. Maybe she had finally reached the end of her reserves and although she hated to be seen as weak, this was a necessity and Emma was the only person she was stuck here with that she could vaguely trust.
Emma smiled at that. "I'll just turn away while you get undressed." She told the woman and then had a thought, "You'll be putting dirty clothes back on, can you magically wash them or dry them or something?"
"I'll manage something." The brunette told her, hoping she'd calm a little in the water and it would replenish her flagging energy so she could do the easy magic of drying her clothes. She'd wash them in the running water to freshen them up as best she could, she didn't want to exert herself with too much magic, or use too much and call Pan's attention to their position.
This mission really was some kind of crazy, they weren't prepared for this to have gone on for as long as it had. They were camping with makeshift supplies, the island was unforgiving and the truce that existed was being stretched as their quest continued from days into weeks. She was tired and she felt hollow from the loss of her mother. Even Henry being missing numbed her further inside. She hoped it was the effect of the electroshock and that given time she would recover some feeling. The only time anything even registered with her was the increased heartbeat when Emma unconsciously licked her lips while looking at her through lowered lids or she caught a glimpse of more of the blonde's flesh than she ought to.
As Emma turned away she slipped out of her clothing and into the warmth of the water, sighing in contented comfort as she sank until just her head was above the water.
"Miss Swan you can turn round now." She called out. This was strange and awkward enough, having the woman's back to her and knowing the blonde would wait patiently without conversing was just plain silly. Regina found a stone sill to sit on and she reclined back and watched Emma tentatively spin until she was studying the water. Regina knew it was dark enough the woman was unlikely to be able to see anything at all. With her dark hair she probably blended into the scenery so when she spoke again she saw Emma scan for her in the insufficient light that filtered through the foliage from the moon above.
"Here." She flicked water at the woman and very nearly got her. The blonde tipped her head, not having ever seen a side of the former mayor that could be described as playful.
"How is the water?" The blonde asked, trying to make out the expression on the brunette's face.
"Lovely. I feel better already." And she did. She felt the heat radiating through her body, energising her limbs, soothing her tight and strained muscles, even down to her bones that had begun to ache at the joints. She breathed deeply and felt her head clear, the fog that had been present since Mendell kept hitting the power button and sending volts through her dissipated, taking with it the pain she had been living with nearly constantly. Her confidence that had taken a beating in the past months, seemed buoyed. All the bad choices she had ever made had recently been coming back to haunt her with a vengeance, now she felt secure in herself again. She sighed in relief as her previously exhausted magic zinged and crackled under her skin.
She knew Henry wasn't safe, the worry ate at her, but she could still feel a smile try and pull at her lips. Until something bumped against her leg. She stifled a scream, but she moved violently in the water and immediately Emma was stepping closer, calling her name to check what was the matter.
"I am not alone in the water." Regina muttered, knowing she had been spooked by a large fish. She guessed her nerves were still completely shot, she had always been jumpy, since her mother had taken to appearing unannounced and uninvited in her life it had become a common reaction. When she did jump she felt adrenaline automatically flood into her system, another response to her mother, who almost always bored her ill will when she materialised near her. Rather than appear vulnerable or scared, her usual response was to use the adrenaline as fuel and become snappy and abusive. She would usually cover her fear with aggression and attack, but this time she bit back a sarcastic remark to Emma, who was genuinely concerned about her and was almost ready to come diving in to save her.
Regina had seen this side to her before. This protective streak came out when Henry was involved and Regina had finally beaten her jealousy and insecurity that Emma would steal him away. Now she thought it was sweet and endearing, and made her feel warm inside because now Emma was prepared to use her body to protect her. Regina thought about the woman, a White Princess who behaved more like a Knight. They should be enemies and Regina knew for her past sins she didn't deserve saving but perhaps Emma truly was good enough to rise above that and be The Saviour for everyone. She didn't understand why Emma behaved that way, but it gave her hope she was changed and someone might be noticing.
"Who else is here?" Emma whispered, her eyes roving the darkness.
"No-one you idiot, it was a fish."
"Oh." Regina watched the blonde with fascination. She seemed disappointed. Was it because she wanted a fight? Was she going to deal with her own worry and anxiety about Henry by having a fist fight with an assailant?
She saw the clenching of her fists and jaw. Emma shifted from foot to foot. She was agitated but it wasn't anger that rolled from her, Regina being no stranger to that emotion. It was indecision, a frustration, a sadness that she had missed an opportunity maybe. Regina wasn't sure so she floated closer to look in the woman's eyes.
She saw Emma swallow and the fight on her face as she forced her eyes up to remain on her face. Eyes that were a little dilated, a touch lustful.
This was interesting. And never one to back down Regina moved into the shallower water and then stood. The water cascaded down her shoulders, off her breasts which immediately reacted to the change in temperature and became perky. The water was still covering her from her waist down.
She had taken a chance, sure it was desire she had seen, certain Emma wanted her. She stood still, admitting she had needs, admitting she wouldn't be adverse to Emma satisfying them. She was vulnerable like this, her figure was shapely and she had nothing to be ashamed of but she began to wonder if she had pushed Emma too far.
Would Emma run? She didn't think so. If Emma did then she could blame the island, the stress, even the magic in the water. But Regina felt something between them, a pull she didn't want to deny anymore, and she allowed it to make her brave and to proposition the younger woman. She argued with herself that Emma wouldn't run, even if it was because she wanted to stay to ensure Regina was safe and not left alone. But she hoped the blonde wanted to stay for an entirely different reason, and she was almost certain she had read the situation correctly as Emma was no longer looking at her face. Still the nerves crept in as Emma just starred, looking like she had stopped breathing, not making a sound.
Regina watched, refraining from speaking and as the blonde relaxed her hands which were hanging limply by her side Regina knew she wasn't going to run. Her eyes were glued to Regina's chest and in the half-light Regina thought she saw a blush touch the fair cheeks. Regina couldn't help but hope it wasn't embarrassment, rather a heated flush as Emma liked what she saw.
The blonde licked her lips before taking the bottom one and capturing it between her teeth. Regina could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing increased. The tension crackled in the air, nothing at all to do with the magic surrounding them.
"Regina..." but words failed her, she dragged her eyes upwards and found a predatory gaze meeting her own. They both felt it, and both knew this wasn't a new emotion.
She wanted the woman, had for some time and as she watched the beautiful woman in the fractured lighting she was reminded of all the times she has quashed the heat she caused to run through her body. Her skin shone as the water caught the moonlight, her curvy figure looked invitingly perfect, and her eyes reflected the same desire Emma had beginning to pump round her body.
"Care to join me, Miss Swan? To keep me safe from rouge fish." She suggested, her voice dropping into a delightfully sexy purr.
Emma shuffled, clearly wanting to agree, but knowing this was stepping over a line. And if they gave in to this, who would watch, keeping guard over them?
"I can cloak us, we'll be perfectly safe." Regina read her mind and that was what settled it for her. They connected in more ways than just physical, more than just because of Henry. It was more than once they were on the same page, and Emma felt some kind of kindred spirit in the other woman. Also hidden from wandering parents, Regina thought, despite knowing she would enjoy Snow finding her daughter being deflowered she couldn't deal with the arguments and screaming it would cause right now. She'd have to be careful when cloaking them, she wouldn't want to alert Pan with her magic use, but she felt so much better in the water. She felt confident and that she could think clearly, that she could find a spell that would evade Pan's magical net covering the island.
Emma was seconds from giving in, Regina waited, her nipples hard and her damp skin cooling in the air. She saw the moment Emma capitulated as she reached down to grab the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.
The action made blonde hair and breasts bounce as Regina smiled wolfishly, knowing this distraction would be worth it. And she needed a distraction, from her grief, from the physical and mental torture Mendell had put her through, from her repressed mother issues that were rearing now she was definitely dead, and from Henry's disowning of her. To top it all in the long, sleepless darkness of the nights here she was being forced to confront Rumpelstiltskin's abuse of her, all of which stretched her mind to lengths she wasn't sure it could take. There had to be a limit to what could be inflicted by life, surely she had reached it these past months.
There was only so much a person could take without needing to take a break, and Regina knew she'd be safe in the blonde's arm while she disconnected from life for a few short hours. Yes, she told herself, she deserved this, a reward for the shit she had been through.
When she had first envisioned them together sexually it had been about dominating the blonde, about having power over her, possibly to blackmail her in the future. About doing depraved things with Snow's child, about gaining leverage that could help her win Henry back. But now, as Regina felt molten desire in her veins, she knew their relationship had changed. Emma had broken her curse, knew the truth but had still allowed her to see Henry, she hadn't called for her head in revenge. There had been conversation, there existed a degree of trust, they were closer than Regina had been to any other living person in a long time and they shared an understanding of life and its harsh difficulties.
And because their relationship had evolved, so had Regina's objectives. Regina liked to be dominant sexually, that was what helped get her off, but she wasn't obsessed with degrading Emma anymore. This would be mutual and wasn't going to be a game with a winner, she wasn't planning on taking the blonde in any other capacity than that of Regina. Her Evil Queen tendencies weren't driving the beating pulse that throbbed between her legs, it was just pure need without ulterior motive.
As Emma completely stripped bare she looked and wasn't disappointed. Toned muscles, sizeable breasts, flat stomach and eyes that glittered with desire and want. The brunette held out her hand, inviting the woman to join her, which Emma did without hesitation.
As the water wrapped around her legs Emma moaned at the feeling as the magic and the warmth slipped over her skin and began to diffuse into her blood and body. Regina felt her own body respond to the blonde's pleasing sounds, she felt her breath catch in her throat momentarily and her stomach clenched with desire.
As Emma floated towards her she muttered the spell that would keep them safe. Using magic in a place already saturated with magic was the most likely way to keep themselves hidden from Pan, Regina used a light magic spell she had learned but never used before. She gambled that because the water was full of light magic her spell would be indistinguishable, she was almost certain it would blend seamlessly and be undetectable. They could both relax and enjoy this pleasurable experience without worrying for just this small slice in time.
And then Emma was there, with her arms seeking contact which she found by encircling them round Regina's waist and looking her in the eye. They starred for a few minutes that seemed to last far longer.
Emma broke the eye lock as she leaned forward, grazing her lips across the brunette's cheek before breathing her warm air into her ear, "Can I kiss you?" She asked, tracing her fingertips down the brunette's face.
"Yes." Regina clenched her hands round the blonde's waist, using her thumbs to massage the skin.
"Thank god." Emma breathed out before leaning back and capturing full lips that had often insulted or goaded her, but had filled her dreams despite the harsh things that had fallen from them. Emma nipped at the lips, pecking kisses, and sucking the bottom lip between her own, teasing at it with her tongue as Regina splayed her hand on the bare skin of Emma's back and pulled her closer still.
Emma busied herself by trailing her hands slowly up the flat stomach, over her ribs until she could cradle the brunette's ample breasts in each of her hands. Fingers plucked at nipples, squeezing, pinching, massaging the firm flesh and enjoying the older woman arching to increase the contact and prolong the feeling.
Hands grasped Emma's ass, moulding to the flesh before Regina snaked a hand up into blonde hair and pulled hard. Emma's head was forcefully moved so her lips disconnected and she growled in disappointment until Regina started kissing along her jaw and then sucking greedily on her neck.
"Yes!" Emma said breathily as Regina scrapped her teeth over flesh, and in retaliation Emma squeezed the flesh in her hands, torturing a nipple she held captive which made Regina moan. Emma felt it against the skin at her neck before Regina began to snake her tongue over her jaw to capture the blonde's earlobe, nipping with teeth.
Emma's body was growing steadily more aroused, she felt her heartbeat hammering and she couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs. She gave up as she crashed her lips back to Regina's, tongues tangling as she dived deep into the other woman's mouth and stole her breath, exploring the wet cavern with each swipe of an eager tongue.
As she felt the brunette slide her fingers from her ass round to trace intricate patterns with a feather light caress on her stomach, her breathing hitched. She was already so wet, and yet as Regina's fingers danced, she felt more heat pool between her legs. Her head was spinning, she hadn't felt like this with any other lover. Maybe it was because they both had magic but Emma felt this was going to be explosive, better than anything she had previously experienced.
She ducked her head to take one of the nipples she had been plucking at. She licked her lips before diving into Regina's soft flesh, encasing a rock hard nub with her watering mouth. She teased the peak between her teeth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh and Emma smiled as Regina became vocal from the ministrations, her throaty response spurring the blonde to bite a little harder.
The brunette ran her hands through Emma's hair, then down her back, massaging across the spine, against the ribs, tracing the bones and feeling the softness of the skin. Regina revelled that this beautiful woman, one toned, strong, muscled and yet so sweet and soft could want her. She felt the magic around them and between them, knew it was a powerful aphrodisiac and could be driving their exchange, but she was close already. The words were almost ripped from her throat without her agreement, because her pulse was now beating between her legs.
"Emma, please. Make me forget. Just for a moment."
The brunette was surprised at her own honesty, but she was close to breaking, had been pushed and pulled, manipulated and hurt. Her walls were crumbling and her guard slipping without her authorisation. She begged, so unlike herself and yet it felt cathartic to let go of the control and to give in and behave how she wanted without an agenda driving her.
And the blonde heard more than just a plea about Henry. What else did Regina want to forget? Her whole life was filled with anger, if Regina relinquished that what was there to replace the void? Fleeting sexual satisfaction would dim to leave behind all the things Regina wasn't prepared to address, despondency and despair. Emma felt her heart constrict, there was so much to this woman, so much she had been through. Emma wanted her physically, certainly, but she wanted so much more as well, she wanted to be there for more than just a quick fuck. She hoped she could help pick up any fractured pieces that broke during this exchange.
She realised somewhere in the back of her mind that she didn't want to make Regina worse, she wanted Henry to come back into their lives and be able to love both of his mother's. For them to learn to parent him together, for Regina to face some of her demons and function in a healthy and accepting way. She wanted Regina to gain from their encounter because Emma needed her, and not just strong and by her side to beat Pan. There was more to this exchange, as she had kissed the woman she felt her heart flutter, a warmth fill her that was more than arousal. It felt fulfilling, settling her nerves and her aching loneliness, calming the feeling she was never going to be good enough.
Emma straightened to look in the dark, lust fuelled eyes and then moaned as Regina slipped a thigh between her legs and pulled them flush.
Emma brushed her fingers delicately down from collarbone, past breasts, over a smooth stomach. Delicately touching, leaving goose bumps in her wake. Her own breath trying to hitch, her questing digits spurred on by the moan coming from the brunette. It was so intense, they were both burning with need, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
Emma relished the sounds Regina was making, they were almost enough to push her over the edge, but she held on to her control and dipped her fingers lower still. Entering the warm water was nothing compared to slipping between slick folds, the heat engulfing her fingers as Emma stroked front to back and then returned the action, catching at a hard clit and feeling Regina dig her nails into her back at the pleasure it created.
"Mmhhh." Regina breathed into her ear, the sound full of pleasure and enjoyment.
Emma bit down on her neck, sucking hard, the action fuelling the sounds Regina was making, the throaty noises increase in volume and frequency.
As Regina became lost in sensation she rolled her hips, and Emma twitched her fingers, flicking at the sensitive nub, enjoying the ragged breathing the action caused. Regina buried her face into the blonde's neck, scrapping her teeth and sucking at the skin. A toned and tan leg wrapped around Emma's pale hip, opening the brunette up so pale fingers could plunder with ease. And Emma did, she licked her lips as she explored how slick with want the older woman was.
Emma had dreamt of this, of holding the bitchy and up tight woman as she fell apart, being the cause of it. But she had forever thought it would be just that, a dream. A way to blow off steam as she touched herself, imagining being buried knuckle deep in the woman. Now as she teased at the seeping entrance with two fingers and used her thumb to swirl over her clit she knew her fantasy paled in comparison. Having Regina pant expletives and encouragements in her ear as her inner walls sucked at her fingers was far better than any masturbation fantasy Emma had entertained.
"Harder." The woman urged and Emma complied, holding on to her raised leg with one hand as the other gained a rhythm as it drove into Regina, curling her fingers on the downward thrust to stimulate her walls and bring her more gratification, to push the older woman higher and closer.
Emma wanted nothing else than for the older woman to finish over her fingers, she loved the sounds she was pulling from the usually restrained brunette, the way her hands gripped tightly to Emma. She was being used as an anchor for the brunette to hold herself up so she could forcibly work her body onto the pale questing digits that were wringing out the stress and strain from her body and replacing it with delight and blissfully physical reactions. Regina's synapsis were firing and the blood pumping hard, she felt alive, better than she had for weeks now.
As Regina climbed higher her hands sought purchase wherever she could, squeezing roughly at a breast, grasping a handful of blonde hair before digging painfully into the sensitive skin of neck and scalp in scratches that only spurred Emma to thrust into her harder and faster, demanding more from the woman already so close to the edge.
Regina felt herself spiralling out of control, her body climbing higher and higher as Emma entered her over and over. Her clit was on fire, each touch over it with Emma's thumb burning pleasure into her and her legs began to shake as her impending release became more real with every pass of Emma's fingers over her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes against the feeling beginning to bubble up through her veins. Her stomach pulled, her hands clenched round the blonde's shoulders and she dropped her head back as her hips milked the stimuli given to them.
She came with a harsh exhale, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as she bore down on the fingers of Emma's hand, her body releasing extra lubricant as her hips stuttered, their movement rough and wild before they calmed and as the aftershocks moved through her body and then she stilled. Emma held her close, listening as her breathing evened out and the leg wrapped round her waist slipped away to the water and support the brunette's weight again.
The kiss Regina gave her lacked the ferocity of the earlier ones, it was softer, and Emma knew this was as close as she would get to a thank you. She kissed back, welcoming the strong strokes of Regina's tongue against her own, which slowly fanned the flames of desire Emma still had burning around her body. God Emma wanted Regina's hands back on her, but Regina slowed things down with her gentle kiss, making Emma mewl when the older woman disconnected their lips.
"Patience, Miss Swan." Regina purred in her ear, as she gently pushed at the blonde and walked her back into the shallows, following her with a smirk on her lips and a sway in her hips. She grasped hold of Emma's hands to halt her retreat when the water was as high as her knees. As Regina sunk to her knees and the water swallowed up her body Emma became wise to her actions and her eyes grew large.
"Oh." She breathed out and Regina raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Problem?" The brunette smiled in a predatory way, asking her question knowing full well that Emma wasn't about to deny herself this.
"No, God no." Emma quickly confirmed, her heart rate hammering wildly as the regal woman slipped through the water towards her.
"Good." Regina told her, grasping the blonde's hips and placing a few kisses on the toned abdominal muscles.
Emma was shocked that the brunette was going to use her mouth, it felt more intimate than they were ready for. She had expected the woman to use her hand, possibly be rough, to make this a quick fuck, without strings, emotions or any gentleness. A chance for Regina to establish her dominance.
But it appeared Regina wanted to taste her and Emma tried not to question what it meant. It was about release, and maybe once Henry was safe and they were back in Storybrooke, they could talk about it, but right now she wouldn't look further than the physical. And was she ready for the physical, she felt on fire, her centre begging for attention. Bringing Regina to climax had aroused her to the point it was painful, but she didn't grasp Regina's face and guide her in, she used the last of her patience and stood in the shallow water breathing heavily, her hands fisted, waiting.
She nearly lost it when she saw Regina poke out her tongue and lick her lips, she bunched and flexed her hands, willing them to stay by her side and not force this. She knew that wouldn't end well for her but the woman was unbelievably sexy kneeling before her, Emma just wanted her so badly. Her nipples ached from being erect and in the cool air for so long, they were incredibly sensitive and she had an idea her clit would be just as needy when touched. She hoped it wouldn't be long before Regina relented and gave her the contact she desperately desired. And she hoped she could last and enjoy it for at least few minutes.
As Regina ran her hands up her thighs she felt Emma shudder. She looked up and saw the blonde's nipples standing erect and hard, the cooler air making them tight. She lifted her gaze to find Emma looking back at her, amazement painted on her face mixed with anticipation. The blonde had taken her lip between her teeth and was biting on it as she flexed her hands, an indication she was struggling with her control. Regina didn't leave her waiting long, she spread her lower lips and dipped her head, sampling the taste of Emma as she ran her tongue through the wet warm arousal seeping from the younger woman.
Emma gasped at the first contact before she moved slightly in the water, readjusting her stance and settling herself so she could spread her legs wider and plant her feet solidly. She moaned with abandon, glad for the silencing aspect of the cloaking spell as the brunette suckled her clit into her mouth and massaged it with either the flat or the tip of her tongue. Emma liked both, her moaning and panting increasing steadily as Regina settled in and bathed the hard nub with the attention it deserved.
Her hands were busy too, grasping the blonde's ass, rubbing her palms over the skin, creating friction as her fingers danced out a rhythm on tight skin, or traced intricate patterns with a feather light touch. Teasing at the crack, her fingers just dipping into the cleft and tracing it down into between Emma's legs and teasing her fingers around her entrance, all the while her mouth held her clit captive, laving it with attention.
When Regina entered her with two fingers Emma's sigh of satisfaction made Regina smile.
As she thrust Emma told her rather breathlessly, "Oh yes Regina, just there, fuck!"
Her mouth rather full she could only hum her agreement on the matter.
Emma was tight, the brunette wondered how long it had been for her but the thought was fleeting as she had to focus on keeping Emma's clit in her mouth. The blonde had taken to rocking her hips so Regina doubled her efforts with her tongue, using her neck to push herself further into the warmth of Emma's pussy and was rewarded for her efforts with vocal exclamations of "Yes!" and, "Fuck!"
Emma was dripping, and getting tighter and closer with every thrust of Regina's fingers. She let Emma ride her hand as the blonde gasped and whimpered, taking her time and listening as Emma became more breathless as she got nearer to her release. That was when she added a third finger and Emma let loose a garbled mash of words and sighs as the brunette felt her clamp down around her hand.
As she felt the gush of extra liquid bathing her hand and her name falling from Emma's lips she still flicked with her tongue, prolonging the pleasure and smiling into Emma's body as it gloriously peaked from her ministrations.
She let Emma ride out the orgasm, the limbs beside her head spasming, shaking with the power of the blonde's release before the younger woman pulled her body away and immediately sank into the water on her hands and knees next to her, gasping for air and grasping for her hand.
The brunette allowed it, squeezing back reassuringly as Emma's heartrate calmed and her limbs settled so they no longer felt like jelly.
They sat quietly in the warm water, letting their breathing calm, Regina washed her face and Emma wondered if she could steal another kiss. But she didn't and they didn't speak, she didn't know what words to use anyway. Her earlier hopes and thoughts were lost in the darkness. They couldn't be a couple, Regina would never let her protect her.
What had transpired between them had been intense and enjoyable, but they still had a job to do. A distraction during the day while looking for Henry could be fatal, and asking what this was, that could get inside her head and cause her to lose focus. Better to ignore it, take the orgasm, good as it had been, as a one off and put her sole attention into getting Henry back. Nothing else mattered right now and she was certain she saw that reflected back at her in Regina's eyes too.
Regina knew it had been a moment, could, if they weren't here on this island and under pressure, have been something more. But that wasn't her life. She'd be lucky to get Henry back and have her love returned by him once again, to hope for more than that from this twisted trip was too much. So she lay back in the water and let it soothe her body, closing her mind to any other thoughts of Emma.
As they dried off and pulled on the cleaner clothes both felt better. The release, their bodies cleaned of the grime and sweat the island had deposited on their skin and the soothing nature of the water had allowed them an hour of peace and an escape from the hell they were both living. They returned now, lighter and ready to face the next challenge. Regina wouldn't stab Charming and Emma could sleep a little easier in the night-time and be more alert in the daytime. It wasn't perfect, but it was better and they needed to be better for Henry. Emma grasped Regina's hand before they parted completely.
"Thanks. I needed that."
The brunette hummed in acceptance, they had both needed that.