A/N: So, as some of you may know, this is my oldest story on here. I started it in March, and I think (or I'd like to think!) that I've improved as a writer since I first started it. As such, I've been going back and revising earlier chapters. The story remains the same, I've just fleshed it out a bit, and made it smoother. I know I said I would make the chapters longer, but this chapter is about the same as the last one, since I spend some time revamping earlier ones and I wanted to make sure I had a chapter for you this week too!

Chapter one and two have been updated, if anyone is interested, but not reading the revised version won't affect the story over all, since the plot remains the same :)

Anyway, on to chapter twelve! Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

"I just don't know how you plan on getting me off in your current position... any ideas?"

"Well, you could untie me?" Emma suggested with a cheeky grin, fully aware that was probably not an option Regina was considering.

"Hmm..." Regina smirked, leaning back in her spot on Emma's hips. "I could... but I don't want to. Try again."

"Well, without my hands... all I have is my mouth," said, biting her bottom lip.

"Good point," Regina agreed, rocking on Emma's hips. "But there's a problem: I'm all the way back here and no where near those exquisite lips of yours."

"So, come up here then," Emma said, licking her lips deliberately.

Regina smirked. "Make me."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Figure it out," Regina said, that playfully challenging look back in her eyes.

Emma sighed, staring up at Regina as she stared back at her, trying to figure out exactly how she was supposed to pull this off. She attempted to lift her hips and forced Regina's body closer to her face, but that quickly proved much more difficult than she'd expected, as Regina was purposely holding her position with her knees on the mattress on either side of Emma's hips.

Regina smirked again, and it was so damn sexy.

Sexy.

Suddenly Emma was aware of what she could use, when she could use her hands: her sex appeal.

She bit on her bottom lip again, and dropped her head back onto the pillow, closing her eyes and letting her arms go limp in their bonds, as she let out a long sigh.

Regina watched with interest to see where Emma planned to go from here. Moments later, she felt Emma's hips start to rock rhythmically underneath her. With her head still back and her eyes still closed, Emma gripped the silk scarf ties hard and arched her back, pushing her hips hard into Regina's, and letting out a low moan deep in her throat.

Emma rocked her hips harder, and let her back fall back onto the mattress. She parted her lips slightly, and wet them slowly with her tongue, before opening her eyes again, and meeting the dark, hooded gaze of Regina's eyes, which were nearly nearly black with lust.

Regina's mouth was partly open, and Emma was well-aware that her breathing rate was picking up, which made her smirk. It was working, and she knew it.

It was working.

For her part, it was all Regina could do to resist pouncing on Emma again, as she watched her tongue peek out again and re-wet those perfect lips, making sure all of Regina's attention was on her mouth and her thoughts were on what she planned to do with it. Emma's half open eyes and the lipstick still smeared around her lips only added to the heat forming between Regina's thighs now.

"Fuck," Emma breathed, closing her eyes again, and jutting her hips up hard against Regina's body. Regina let out a gasp as she nearly came undone, and Emma knew it was time.

She opened her eyes again.

"Take off your panties," Emma instructed.

Regina raised an eyebrow. "It's that a request or a demand?"

Emma gave half a shrug, the best she could manage with her hands tied above her head, and rolled her eyes away from Regina, as if she'd suddenly lost interest. "Do what you want, I don't care, I already got off."

She emphasized the final word by bending one of her knees and bringing her leg up fast behind Regina's ass, forcing the brunette to fall forward on top of her. Regina caught herself with her hand on either side of Emma's arms, and smirked when her lips came to a stop barely inches from Emma's.

"Well played," she mused. Emma had pulled that off quicker than she'd expected.

"Take off your panties," Emma instructed again, with the same lack of inflection in her voice as the first time she'd said it, trying to act like Regina's body pressed up against hers wasn't incredibly arousing. She was catching on to this game pretty quickly, and she knew being tied up had her at a disadvantage, and she wasn't about to give up any more ground.

And this time, Regina did what she was told.

She hopped off of Emma quickly, and Emma watched out of the corner of her eye as Regina removed her stockings, garter and panties, quicker than Emma would have liked.

"Now what?" Regina asked, standing and smirking down at Emma.

"Take off your bra," Emma sighed, rolling her head away from Regina, so she wouldn't know Emma was dying to see her fully naked again.

"Bossy, bossy," Regina tsked, but Emma still didn't look at her. "Now what?"

Emma gave another half shrug. She was pretty sure telling Regina to sit on her face wasn't going to do the trick, no matter how much she knew the other woman wanted it. She had to up her game. "Do whatever you want. I'm tired, I think I might take a nap," Emma said, trying to hide her smile with a forced yawn.

"Wrong answer, dear," Regina said, and Emma felt the bed dip again, this time much closer to her head. She looked up to meet Regina's gaze with an amused smirk, which quickly turned into a grin as Regina straddled her on either side of her arms, her wet folds hovering inches from Emma's lips.

"Looks like you won this game, too. Time to claim your prize, dear," Regina said, as she lowered herself onto Emma's mouth.

Emma moaned into Regina's core as her tongue went to work, lapping up and down the length of her slit and circling around her entrance. Regina hummed in approval above her, and Emma looked up to see that the brunette was gripping the headboard hard with both hands. Her eyes were closed and she was biting down on her plump bottom lip.

Emma sucked Regina's swollen clit between her lips, and flicked it and circled it with her tongue. She'd never had someone literally sit on her face before, but she found she quite liked the view above her as she quickened her motions on Regina's clit, eliciting a long, low moan as Regina came against her mouth.

"Fuck," she heard Regina breathe from above her, and she knew she'd impressed the other woman. Emma hadn't had all that many opportunities to show Regina how much she had learned in the art of cunnilingus, and she couldn't help but smile against Regina's hot core as the brunette came down from her orgasm.

After a few moments of recovery, Regina shuffled back, and ran her tongue over her top teeth as a smile spread across her lips, as she took in the sight of Emma now, her mouth glistening from Regina's cum mixed with smeared red lipstick.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Regina whispered, causing Emma to flush beet red. Regina chuckled. "Really? After everything we've done and everything we just did, a compliment embarrasses you?"

"Are you gonna untie me now?" Emma asked, deflecting from the question. She didn't want to admit that she'd been fucked more times in her life than she'd been complimented, and that the only person other than Regina to ever compliment her had been Neal, and that had ended disastrously for her.

"Why? What on earth could you possibly need your hands for?" Regina asked, as she climbed off of Emma and laid herself out beside her, rolling onto her side again to face her.

"Are you ever going to let me touch you?" Emma blurted out, before she could stop herself.

"You know I don't like that."

"You should know I'm never going to stop asking. Don't you trust me?"

Regina sighed as she reached over to untie the scarf around Emma's wrists. She was fairly certain being tied up wasn't really bothering her, but she didn't want to leave her feeling vulnerable too long, especially as it was Emma's first experience with bondage, and she didn't want to ruin it for her.

"It's not an issue of trust, Emma, I just don't like it," Regina said, simply. "Now, what's your second choice? We have the rest of the evening, you know."

"If I say share a bath, am I being redundant?" Emma asked, hoping that Regina wasn't getting bored of bathing with her, as it really was her favourite time that they spent together, whether Regina agreed it was intimate or not.

"A sexy bath? Or do you want to talk?"

"Uh… a bath where we talk about sex?" Emma suggested.

"You read my mind," Regina smiled, as she slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom. "I like the hotels with the tub in the middle of the room better, don't you?"

Emma shrugged. A bath was a bath and as long as she was in the tub with Regina, she couldn't care less where the tub was located.

She got up and followed Regina into the bathroom, where she already had the water filling the tub, and she was adding some essential oils. Regina set her phone on the edge of the tub, and got in, motioning for Emma to join her.

"Expecting a call?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow at Regina's phone sitting there.

Regina smirked. "Why? Does that make you jealous? Think one of my other suitors might call?" she teased

Emma crossed her arms and pouted, trying to look as defiant as possible, despite her nudity.

Regina couldn't help but laugh. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, dear. I need my phone on hand because I have a child, remember? Now are you done pouting, or do I have to enjoy this bath alone?"

Emma sighed and got in, nuzzling herself into her favourite position, between Regina's legs, laying up against her, her head comfortably resting on Regina's shoulder. Regina lifted up Emma's hands, examining her wrists for any marks left behind from being tied up. When she was satisfied that there were none, she wrapped her arms around Emma's stomach, holding her tightly against herself.

"Tell me, dear, did you like that?"

Emma blushed, and she didn't have to look back to know that Regina was smirking behind her. "Surprisingly, yes," Emma admitted. "I never would have thought that being tied up could be so… hot."

Regina chuckled behind her. "Didn't I tell you I could teach you new things? Now, tell me, what else would you like to learn?"

"Everything!" Emma answered, immediately, even though she had no idea what that might actually entail.

"Always so eager," Regina noted. "But, my dear, we need to have a serious conversation right now."

"I thought that's what we were doing?"

Regina frowned, trying to decide how to word what she was going to say next. She'd never needed to have a conversation like this, but it was becoming abundantly clear that with Emma, it would be necessary. "Emma," she sighed, determined to keep her resolve. "How much longer do you want to do this?"

Emma half turned her head, to look at Regina in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… you're almost twenty years old now. You're not the same naive girl I met in Portland. How much longer before you want something more than this?"

"I… I know it's just sex. I get it. Seriously," Emma insisted. "I know it's not gonna be more."

"I don't mean with me, dear. How long before you decide casual hook ups aren't your thing anymore? Some day you're going to want something long-term. Maybe you'll want to get married, even. Have you thought about that?"

Emma shifted uncomfortably. This wasn't really the type of conversation she'd wanted to have at the moment. "Why do you assume I'm going to want anything different? I mean, no offense, but it seems to be working for you," Emma pointed out.

Regina laughed again. "I'm not you, dear. I've been married. I know that's not what I want. You, however, you're too young to know what you want yet. How long to we let this continue before we cut our loses and walk away?"

"I don't want to cut my loses and walk away. And trust me, there are very few things in my life that I don't want to walk away from."

"That's a problem," Regina sighed.

"I meant it as a compliment."

"I know you did, dear. It's a problem because the very nature of this… relationship… is that it's going to end eventually. You understand that, correct?"

"Yeah, I get it," Emma snapped, harsher than she had meant to. "You've never sugar-coated it, so trust me, if I get hurt in all of this, it's my own fault."

"I don't want you to get hurt, Emma. That's the whole point. I'm not saying I'm never going to call you again. I'm asking you, how much longer will you want me?"

Emma bit her lip and relaxed back into Regina again. Truthfully, she'd never really considered that she would find someone else who would make her stop wanting to do this. Regina had never sugar-coated it for her, and yet there was still a part of Emma that thought this could be something more. She didn't dare voice that thought, however, knowing that if she did, that would certainly be the last time she saw Regina.

"It depends," Emma said, finally.

"On what?"

"Do you really have chains and whips at home?" Emma smirked.

"No, dear."

"Then we can keep doing this. I'm not even twenty yet. Trust me, I'm nothing thinking of the long term and I'm certainly not thinking about marriage. You still have more to teach me."

"That I do," Regina agreed. "I'm coming back to Tallahassee in eight weeks."

"Actual eight weeks? Or are you going to make me race across town to get to you in seven?"

"Eight weeks, dear. I don't use the same trick twice," Regina assured her.

"Good. So for now, the future doesn't exist any further than eight weeks from now, and I don't want to talk about anything past that."

"Fair enough," Regina agreed, just as her phone started to ring.

Emma glanced at the screen. "Who's Ruby?" she asked, sounding almost panicked.

Regina rolled her eyes and shook her head, but couldn't fight the small smile on her lips. "My babysitter," she said, as she reached for the phone.

Emma leaned back and listened to a one-eneded conversation about everything Regina's son had been doing over the weekend. In a way, she enjoyed seeing - of rather, hearing - a different side of her, but on the other hand, listening to her made Emma's heart twinge. From time to time, she pined for the little boy she'd given up. She wondered if he was happy and healthy and loved.

Listening to Regina now, she could tell how much she loved her child. Emma just hoped that her son had been lucky enough to go to a mother like Regina, though she doubted that she would ever really know.

Oh, poor Emma... if only you knew ;)