Finally! An update to one of my favourite (and yet sadly most neglected) stories! I promise to try hard to not keep you waiting so long in the future!

Chapter Seven

It was the same drill as before: Regina no sooner had Emma into the hotel room before she had her up against the wall, arms pinned beside her. While this feeling was familiar when she was with Regina, Emma had taken to being the dominant one in the hook-ups she had initiated since getting out of prison. She decided maybe it was time to test her limits a little with Regina.

She was physically stronger than Regina, and it wasn't hard for her to push away from the wall and swap positions with her, without breaking away from Regina's hungry lips. She didn't pin her arms – she knew better than to try – but rather placed her palms flat on the wall, on the either side of Regina.

Regina reached up for Emma's face, pushing her back. "What are you doing?"

"What?" Emma asked, leaning in to kiss her again.

Regina turned her head away.

"What?" Emma asked again, stepping back this time. She could clearly see something was wrong, but for the life of her, she couldn't tell what.

Regina's eyes met Emma's again, and Emma couldn't help but see pain there. "I don't care what you do with your red-haired tramp, but I will not take a submissive role to you," Regina said, flatly, though the shakiness in her voice betrayed her.

"Regina, that's not… I wasn't…" Emma stammered, holding her hands up in a kind of surrender. Regina grabbed her hands and stepped her backwards, pushing her back up against the opposite wall, and kissing her again.

After a few hungry, breathless moments, Regina broke the kiss again. "This is how I like you," she whispered, her lips barely off of Emma's.

Emma grinned. "I get it. You still wanna be my Mrs. Robinson."

"I don't want to be your anything," Regina insisted, but the way she crashed her lips against Emma's again, suggested otherwise.

Emma replayed the rules of hooking up with Regina in her mind, as Regina starting biting and sucking at her neck and collarbone.

Don't touch, and be submissive. It wasn't a lot, but Emma had to wonder what the hell it was all about. She supposed she could tolerate just about any rule, though, for a night with Regina. She had pushed her out of her mind, forcefully, for so long, but she was now becoming very aware of how much she had actually missed her.

Stop it, Emma. It's just sex. She reminded herself, as she felt Regina's hands at the hem of her short dress again. She pulled it up over her hips, and then stopped there, moving her lips back to Emma's mouth as she slid her hand into her black underwear, and started to tease the slick flesh inside.

Emma moaned into Regina's mouth as she realized she had probably been right before: Regina would have fucked her right up against the wall at the bar, with everyone watching, if she hadn't have stopped her. Well, she wasn't entirely sure that was actually true, but she wanted to believe it as Regina was fucking her against this wall right now.

Regina wasted no time slipping one then two fingers inside Emma, and moving them in and out with quick, concentrated motions. She used her free hand to hold Emma's pelvis against the wall as she started circling her clit with her thumb.

Emma's legs were shaking, as she forgot the rules and gripped Regina's shoulders hard for balance. To her surprise, Regina didn't object, just quickened her motions with her thumb and fingers.

Regina broke away from the kiss and moved her lips near Emma's ear, when she was sure she was right at the edge. "Happy birthday, Miss Swan," she whispered, in her low, throaty voice as Emma came, hard. Emma stifled a scream against Regina's neck, as Regina slowed the rhythm of her fingers, in time with Emma's convulsions, bringing her down slowly.

Emma released Regina's shoulders as Regina pulled her red dressed over her head and pulled her over to the bed, pushing her down on her back. She watched as Regina pulled her own black dress up, and revealed that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fuck," Emma whispered, as she realized that meant she hadn't had any on at the bar, either.

Regina smiled as she straddled one of Emma's thighs, leaning forward and grabbing both her wrists, pinning them down on the bed as she began to ride Emma's leg, hard. It was more difficult for her to get off this way, but she had a strong need to maintain control. The redhead at the bar and Emma's attempt at role reversal had agitated her to the point where she felt the need to display her dominance over Emma.

For her part, Emma didn't seem bothered by it, as she gazed up at Regina's intense brown eyes, with her mouth gaping. Regina lunged forward and pushed her mouth onto Emma's as she came, and then fell on top of her, limbs shaking.

She laid there for a moment, still holding Emma's hands down, until she saw her cell phone blinking on the nightstand. "Shit," she whispered, crawling off of Emma to grab it.

"Is something wrong?" Emma asked, as she rolled on to her side and watched Regina dial into her voicemail.

Regina held her hand up to silence her for a moment, and moments later the look of fear washed into a look of relief, and a small smile spread across her lips. "Nothing wrong," she sighed as she put the phone down. "Just my babysitter checking in."

"You have a kid?" Emma asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Yes, a son," Regina nodded, but didn't elaborate any further. Emma wanted to ask more – she wanted to know this woman – but she figured that was probably against the rules as well.

"What shall we do now, Miss Swan? I assume you have no curfew?" Regina asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I wouldn't be opposed to another bath," Emma suggested. "One that doesn't have to end so quickly."

Regina smiled and stood up, headed over to the Jacuzzi tub. Until her bath with Emma two years ago, she had never understood why hotels insisted on putting the tub in the middle of the room. Now, she thought it was the most ingenious thing ever.

Emma watched her as she tested the water, and added some oils from her flight back. A mix of peppermint and vanilla filled the air and Emma breathed it in as she continued to watch Regina from the bed.

"Coming, Miss Swan?" Regina asked, as she slipped out of her dress.

"Hopefully in more ways than one," Emma said, silently kicking herself once the words left her mouth. She had gotten used to being crass with the random people she picked up, but she had forgotten how sophisticated Regina was. To her relief, Regina actually laughed.

Emma dropped her bra and underwear on the floor as she crossed the room, and climbed into the tub, settling herself in between Regina's legs.

"You know, this was my favourite thing we ever did," she sighed, leaning back against Regina.

"You like the intimacy," Regina commented, and Emma couldn't help but notice a slight disappointment in her voice, though she couldn't figure out why.

"Why don't you let me touch you?" Emma blurted out, as Regina ran her fingers up and down Emma's shoulders and upper arms.

"You touched me tonight and I didn't stop you," Regina pointed out.

"You let me use you for balance when my legs were giving out. That's not the same," Emma pouted.

"Why do you want to touch me so badly?"

Emma wasn't sure how to answer that. She thought it should be obvious – that's just what people do in situations like this.

"I don't like intimacy the way you do," Regina sighed, when she realized Emma wasn't going to answer.

"But you agree this is intimate?" Emma asked.

"This isn't intimate for me. It's just… safe," Regina said, well aware that it was just going to open up a whole other line of questioning.

"Safe? How?" Emma asked, trying to turn to look at Regina. It wasn't easy from the position she was in, and she wondered if perhaps that was exactly how.

"Don't ask me any more questions," Regina said, sliding her hands down to cup Emma's breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under Regina's touch, and Emma suddenly decided that, in this moment, it didn't matter why Regina did the things she did, and long as she kept doing this.

Regina teased Emma's nipples with her fingers, and Emma gasped as she gave them each a pinch. With her left hand, Regina continued to play with Emma's left nipple, as her right hand slid down her body, and between her legs. Emma spread herself wider as Regina's fingers found her clit, rubbing excruciatingly slow, firm circles.

Emma squirmed against her, and gripped the sides of the tub and bit her lip, to resist the urge to grab onto Regina somehow. She grinded her hips in rhythm with Regina's fingers, trying to coax her to speed up, but Regina maintained her pace.

"Please, Regina," Emma whispered, trying to push herself harder against Regina's fingers. Regina kisses her neck as she sped up her motions, and it wasn't long before release came again, and Emma convulsed hard against Regina's wet body.

Emma sighed and rolled her head back onto Regina's shoulder, as she loosened her grip on the sides of the tub.

"Happy birthday," Regina said, again.

"You already said that," Emma reminded her.

"I know, but I missed the last one. That was to make up for it."

Emma smiled, and silently wondered if it would be too much to ask for Regina to find her every year on her birthday.

And every day in between.

Fuck casual sex. Emma wanted more.