Meet Me on the Inside
Chapter Seven: Heated
Now came the 'fun' portion of Zelena's task- finally collecting the semen.
Regina already knew she was going to get traumatized because of this. That's why she was booking a session with doctor Hopper in advance. He picked up on the first ring. "Hello, Hook. Calling to schedule another session?"
What? Did Hook go to therapy? "A session? I've booked with you before?" Regina asked in utter confusion.
"Of course you have. You've come over to talk to me about your ship."
"I have?" Wow, how pathetic. Regina gave an evil grin. Now was her chance to get some dirty details on that dirty pirate. "Refresh my memory, but what exactly do I talk to you about regarding my ship?"
"Oh Hook," Archie tsked. "I thought we had made some progress but I can see you're still in denial. It's perfectly normal for a man to get attached to his boat. You care for her, and you've been through a lot together. And I know you got upset when I told you that while you can care for an object, being sexually attracted to one is less normal-"
Here Regina had to pull the phone away so she could guff loudly. Hook was sexually attracted to his ship? Oh, this was too rich! Trying to stem her laughter she tuned back in, not wanting to waste another second of this. "-and you told me you'd stopped attempting to give cunnilingus to the steering wheel-"
Again Regina had to pull herself away, trying to silently laugh as she bent out of shape in amusement. When she had most of her sounds under control she placed the phone by her ear again.
"-but we've already established that we'll get you over your infatuation with your ship since you want to be a better man for Emma, and because you don't like feeling like you're cheating on her-"
Regina hung up the call, roaring, with tears coming to her eyes. This was just too good! She couldn't wait to rub it into Hook's face next chance she got!
"Hey, are you ready?" a timid knock came at the bathroom door that Regina was in. She jumped, forgetting that she was supposed to be doing something else right now. Emma was on the other side, in the spare bedroom, waiting for Regina. "You've been in there a while."
Regina had first tried to hype herself up in the mirror, then taken great care in cleaning herself down there, and then tried to hype herself up again, and then paced uselessly around, finally sitting down and unzipping her pants, staring at her crotch in preparation, not feeling prepared, looking up and grimacing as she took the limp heavy thing into her hand, and then called Archie and now- "It's just, I feel uncomfortable doing this."
There was a long pause on the other end, before- "You should let me handle this. I um, have had more experience with this," Emma admitted shyly.
Regina didn't like the thought of Emma touching Hook's diseased peter or the thought of them having sex in the past. It made her stomach sour and bile fill her mouth. Yet, now that appendage regrettably belonged to her and because it had a mind of it's own, it actually stiffened.
Okay, maybe Regina could get somewhere with this. But as she tried pumping, it only hurt. "Ouch! What am I doing wrong?" She'd never given a guy a hand-job, that was something they usually took care of on their own.
"Did you put lotion on it?"
"Why would I put lotion-"
"Your hands are too dry-it's going to cause friction and that's going to hurt."
"Why is this so much work," Regina grumbled out, searching around her bathroom from her spot on the toilet seat cover for some lotion. She grabbed the nearest one and spread some on her hand.
"If you let me in, I can help you."
Regina flushed at that- that was too embarrassing. She didn't want Emma to see her in such a position. She opened her mouth to reject the offer when the door swung open. Emma stood in the doorway for a while, just looking at Regina who was too frozen to do anything but sit there, dick out and hand coated in cherry blossom lotion. "Door was unlocked," Emma said quietly, clearing her throat and averting her eyes at last. She shut the door behind her, entered the room, and rocked back and forth on her heels, eyeing the decor.
"Nice bathroom. A bit macabre, don't ya think?" she picked up one of the skull shaped scented candles and sniffed it.
"Do you mind?" Regina asked with an edge to her voice, incredibly uncomfortable.
"Uh, sorry," Emma flushed but stayed put. "I came to help you out."
"Well, you're not helping now. You're making this...harder," Regina stated, trying to discreetly cover herself.
"Isn't it good if it's harder?" Emma asked and it took Regina glaring at her for her to realize the other meaning. "Oh," Emma stumbled. "You mean, yea..just, okay. Not that harder." She scratched the back of her head and looked down at the floor.
When the silence stretched out, Emma coughed and looked Regina dead in the eye. "Just let me help. I know you don't really like Hook, so you shouldn't have to do this. It's not fair."
Regina set her jaw. She didn't want Emma touching it. It would be too sharp of a reminder on what exactly the couple did together.
"Emma-"
"Just...I know this is difficult, and I'm only trying to help you out. If I give you a hand, things might be easier." When Regina didn't bite, Emma spread out her hands. "I won't even look. And you won't have to look either."
Regina drew in a breath. The things she got wrapped up in. She nodded her head in agreement solemnly. "Fine," because arguing would get them nowhere and Regina was not at all motivated to do what had to be done. Torch towns, steal hearts, she could do that, but touch Hook's dick willingly? Nah.
"Okay," Emma nodded her head, taking a step or two closer until she was hovering right above Regina. This only made Regina fidget some more uncomfortably.
Emma could sense Regina was completely out of her element, but they needed this done so the body switch could occur, so Hook could be back in his body and Regina in hers. She needed a way to reassure her friend, to distract her and to get Hook's friend down there excited as well so the job would go more smoothly. Without thinking too deeply on this and doing what felt natural, she grabbed Regina's face between her hands and kissed her. The kiss started off soft, tentative. But as Emma pulled away she saw Regina's eyes lid as the complaints died in her throat. Saw the want there, naked and bared in front of her. It was like a fog fell over their minds, like something was pulling Emma to Regina. So she leaned in and kissed her again, harder and more intense.
Regina let her eyes close as she sunk into the kiss. Emma was kissing her again and she didn't know why but she wasn't going to complain. How many other occasions would she have to kiss Emma like this? Wanting more, wanting to see how far she could push this she stood up, wiping her hand hastily on the side of her pants so she could rid herself of the lotion and grasp Emma's chin in a soft hold. Emma took a step back and another and Regina followed after her until the blonde was pinned to the bathroom door, pressing into her. Emma let out a gasp as the visible proof of Regina's arousal became apparent. She eyed the physical nature of it, already forgetting what they were supposed to be doing with it, before she scrambled to find the doorknob behind her. "Bed, now."
Regina was too invested in savoring every second of Emma's lips to do more than nod her head in response.
They clambered into bed, Regina hovering over Emma, their lips locked together. Emma's hands wondered over Regina's chest, pulling the shirt apart, but Regina didn't want that. She lacked the breasts to feel any stimuli right now anyways, so she wanted to focus on mainly pleasing Emma. Their lips popped apart loudly as Regina trailed down to between Emma's legs. Wordlessly, Emma shimmied her pants off, tossing underwear to the side. Regina swallowed heavily as she looked onto glistening wetness. How many nights had she dreamed of tasting the savior? Too many, and it had been far too long since Regina's last taste. She wanted to dive right in, but like any sweet thing, it needed to be savored. Gently she pressed kisses to Emma's thighs, and the area around her opening, teasing her with how close her lips were.
"Regina," Emma groaned out impatiently. "Hurry."
"No one likes a whiner," was Regina's rejoinder yet she too was fighting her own impatience. She wanted to be tongue deep already but she knew it would do neither of them good. She dragged her lips to Emma's slit and blew some cool air on it, making Emma twitch above her. Then, slowly, she nudged her nose against Emma's clit, watching in joy as she twitched again.
"At this rate I might die a virgin," Emma huffed out, hands itching to push Regina's head to where it belonged.
"We both know you are far from virginal," Regina murmured.
"As are you. So, stop nosing around like a dog, and start licking like one."
"Dogs don't like cats," Regina started, moving away as she teased only for Emma to violently lock her legs around the brunette's neck and pull her face first.
There was a happy moan from both of them as Emma finally got some pressure and Regina was finally able to taste Emma again. She didn't waste any time for now. She licked and sucked and even spelled out letters. Emma moaned and ground above her, one hand in the pillows and other hand playing with one of her nipples. Her leg hold only tightened as she got closer and closer to her crest. Regina felt herself throbbing down there painfully and she decided now was a good chance as ever to get that task done. Using one hand she pumped away, eyes closing as pleasure surrounded her. She wished she had another hand so she could sneak a finger into Emma, swirling it around. As it was she couldn't.
With a muffled groan Emma came all over Regina's face just as she was finishing up the phrase REGINA IS THE BEST. At the sound of Emma's pure pleasure Regina came too all over the sheets, breathing hard. Emma's legs dropped down from around Regina's neck and as Regina sat up she had a dizzying moment. Eyeing her own hands she saw that finally, she was back in her own body. She quickly ran her hands all over her chest, checking that her breasts were there, ran her hands over her hips and her smooth hairless thighs. It felt so good to be back. Except for the pounding headache of Hook's hangover on her body and the sting of the tattoo he had given her on her back.
Well, so much for the potion. They had accidentally resolved the issue.
Hook found himself back in his body, standing around in the lobby of the Vault. "What's going on?" he asked, the timbre of his voice surprising him. He looked around wide eyed as Zelena gazed at him coolly, tapping her finger on her chin as she evaluated his figure. "Either you've been to the pool or you were horribly disfigured."
"What are you taking about?"
She pointed one manicured finger down to his crotch, where his dick was hanging out. "You're small," she commented.
Mortified and angry he quickly shoved that back in. "What the bloody hell is going on!" His body had just been switched and his dick had been hanging out. That could only mean one thing. What ever horrors he'd faced at Granny's hand would pale in comparison to the shit he was going to give Regina if what he assumed was true.
"Relax," Zelena held her hands up. She saw the murderous look in his eyes and she didn't need that right now. The two girls needed some time together to collect themselves if Zelena had her suspicions right. Looked like her plan had worked out like she thought it would. "They just had to collect a semen sample for my potion."
"A semen sample?" he gaped open mouthed. It was not an attractive look on him, and it made him look dumber than he already did.
"Yes. I'm assuming they got it and are just packing it up for the potion. I was making a body switch potion to help you and Regina return back to your bodies."
Hook's confusion was momentarily tamping down on his anger, which was good. It would buy the women some time. "How come I didn't know about this?"
"You were too busy being traumatized by what Granny said."
"Oh god, don't remind me!" Hook wailed out and dropped his head into his hand.
Good, that would keep him busy for some moments.
Emma takes in Regina's original and almost naked form on top of her. "Looks like you got your body back," she comments and Regina can't read the look in her eyes. Is she disappointed? Disgusted? This hadn't been the plan but then Emma had kissed her and it didn't seem possible for those kisses to end in any other way than bedding each other.
"Yea," Regina swallows, clears her throat awkwardly. She needs to get dressed, needs to get out of here. She can't stand having Emma reject her like she had last time when they had slept together. She makes to move only for Emma's slender fingers to close on her wrist and pull her back, pull their sweaty bodies together.
"I owe you some favors for the delicious orgasms you've given me," Emma husks and slips a hand down between their bodies, Regina magicking her clothes away. She finds wet slick heat and Regina can't believe this is happening-that Emma is actually touching her. She could cry from happiness if her body didn't need this release so badly.
Emma's fingers trace over swollen and slick folds, spreading moisture around. Regina's hips jerk of her own accord and her breaths get lighter, higher in pitch. She spreads her legs further apart, wanting to give Emma as much room as possible to work. Emma's touch is simply magic. And here Regina had been the whole time thinking Emma was incapable of successfully mastering any sort of spell craft only for it to turn out that sex was her forte. Each movement was planned, having been carefully put together. And it was powerful sorcery, sending ripples of pleasure up and down Regina's spine.
The tip of Emma's thumb lightly dipped in and Regina's breath caught in the back of her throat as her hands came to encircle Emma's neck. She wanted to kiss Emma again, wanted to let her know with her mouth how good this all felt. But kissing was definitely out of bounds for her. Kissing was reserved for Hook, and his body. Emma was only being a good friend and giving Regina a release for all the past sexual favors Regina had done for her while as Hook.
Emma's thumb makes another teasing pass inside and Regina is boiling with unresolved tension. Her nails dig into Emma. "Emma, please," she begs. Fricken begs, and Emma can't and won't deny her friend this any longer. She'd wanted to make Regina feel good as thanks for how Regina made her feel in bed- it was no fun being aroused while the other person was sated. But this was turning into something more than just a thanks. Regina looked so fucking hot, nipples hard, lips parted as she panted, and eyes darkened with lust. And she'd just begged- Regina normally never did that. It made the apex of Emma's thighs throb in renewed vigor. It made her want to fuck Regina so good that it would last her for months.
She drove three fingers into Regina's opening hard. The brunette felt her insides squeeze so strongly from arousal that she bit down hard onto Emma's shoulder to muffle her scream. Emma hissed out in pain. Who knew the mayor was a biter? She withdrew her hand slowly to Regina's displeased whimpers before driving it back in. Regina bit down harder in retaliation, trying hard to silence herself. She had to get control over herself. She didn't want Emma knowing how much she enjoyed this, needed this. Because then Emma would get scared. She knew Emma's type. Too much commitment and everything was ruined. That was the only reason she hadn't married Hook yet.
But there was a part of her that whispered to her to let go. To be free. To take advantage of this moment. She removes her mouth from where she's marked Emma. Huge teeth marks almost drawing blood litter her shoulder and Regina is pleased that she's finally able to get her mark on this spectacular woman.
Emma's hand began to find a unique rhythm that matched Regina; each time she would withdraw, moisture would run down Regina' thighs, trickle down onto the sheets. The noises their movements made were simply obscene, filling the whole room.
Emma eventually laid down flat on the sheets so she could find a better angle, one that had her rubbing against Regina's walls. Regina's hips sped up, and she desired to feel more, to finally reach her high. She held herself up, eyes half lidded, watching Emma with interest. The blonde was looking up at her with some sort of unveiled emotion. But what was it?
Emma thought Regina simply looked beautiful right now. Her skin was glowing and covered in a sheen of sweat, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were puffy, and she looked so aroused beyond her own rationale. Emma wanted nothing more than to kiss her right now, to pull her in. This was no longer about repaying Regina; it was something more. Something more that Emma feared to dive fully in. So she clamped her lips shut and adjusted her hips so her pelvis could grind more perfectly into Regina's, free hand aiding her with her riding.
Regina can feel herself coming closer and she intensifies her motions. She's impaling herself on Emma's fingers at this point, and there's a sting that accompanies each touch from how hard she's going, but Regina is beyond giving a shit. She knows this moment won't last so she wants a lasting impression, wants to take in as much of Emma as greedily and quickly as possible. Her walls are clenching down on Emma's limber fingers, milking them for all it's worth.
"Jesus Regina, you're going to break my fucking fingers," Emma gasped out, not all expecting this new level. The former queen was rough when it came to bed. And energetic and needy.
Her breasts jiggle with each desperate motion as she rides the savior's hand, up and down and up again, and Emma uses her hips to push her hand so that as Regina's descending, she drives her fingers up higher. Regina wants to scream from how pleasurable it all is, but she holds back, only letting out whimpers and fists the sheets next to Emma's head, eyes closed.
And now Emma's trying a new move, corkscrewing her fingers and oh- Regina cums without warning, so hard it chokes her. She collapses on top of Emma's body, writhing in indescribable pleasure, trying to breathe, and Emma holds her, peppers gentle kisses down Regina's neck as the former queen finally returns to her senses.
Hook recovers quicker from whatever PTSD he has from Granny's than expected and makes to stride towards the door where Emma and Regina are.
"Wait!" Zelena calls out in panic. "I got you some hooks to replace the one you lost." She magics a stand full of different types of replacements he can use. He stares at them, eyes then flicking up to her. "Zelena, most of these are just toilet brushes."
"Well," she rolls her eyes, covering up her slightly flustered state. She literally put the collection together in a split second of panic, so if it's lacking she can be excused for that. "It's not easy finding several models of customized hooks. Just pick one for now and I'll get you some better ones."
He seems reluctant to do so and so she swallows down her pride and bats her eyes at him. "Please?" she begs. "Do you it for this kind little woman."
"You're not a woman, but a witch!" Yet Hook stays out of the male obligations of his era when men must indulge women, and pretends to consider which toilet brush will work best with his outfit.
Zelena eyes the door out of the corner of her eyes and wills them to hurry up. It's a good thing that they're probably reconciling and talking about stuff, but could they not hurry up? Did they not remember Hook was out here?
A loud moan filtered in through the door and Hook's head snapped up to it, suspicion coloring his gaze.
"That was just the wind!" Zelena covered. "It gets real windy here."
He frowned but said nothing, turning back to the other objects Zelena had presented as a replacement. "Is that a back scratcher?"
"Who doesn't want a back scratcher as a replacement?" she smiled at him and coughed loudly when she heard another wanton sound from the room. And then coughed again. And again. She fell into a rapid coughing fit, making Hook frown at her again. "Are you okay?"
"Just dusty in here, bad for my allergies," she lied, pulling out a handkerchief to cover her mouth.
Hurry up! she hissed, looking at the closed door.
Emma regretfully pulls her fingers out, but massages them over Regina's soaked lips, back and forth, reluctant to fully give up being away from Regina's most intimate place. It's so warm and soft there, so inviting. Given how tough Regina is on the outside, it's so discombobulating that this here is the reminder that she is as soft and vulnerable as anyone else.
Regina's impatient and grabs Emma by the wrist and forces her fingers in all the way up to her knuckles. She hisses in pleasure, her walls already sucking in the blonde's appendages and keeping them there, muscles pulsating in deep want. She needs to feel Emma in her again. Regina had thought that being able to get into Emma earlier with Hook's friend down there had been good, but nothing could beat this, the simple feel of Emma finger fucking her, connecting them through their hands, which were the actual source of magic.
Regina could feel their innate magics thrumming together, weaving a connection from Emma's hand right into Regina's center. It filled with Regina with warmth. She knew there had always been something with their magic- their powers called to each other during spells and in moments of emotional crisis. Even when the day was calm they would reverberate whenever they gravitated towards one another. Regina didn't know if Emma felt this, for Regina was more in tune with her powers than Emma was. And now during sex, she definitely could feel it, a sheer raw intensity as Emma's magic was able to call out to her and finally reach her directly.
"Oh~" Regina's hips are already gyrating on their own, opening swallowing up every little twist and thrust Emma gave. Their breasts pressed together, bodies undulating in time. She wonders if Emma can feel this, can finally sense their connection.
Emma's not sure what she feels, but it's almost like her magic is thrumming through her veins, powering her touches, making her skin warmer, making the air around them static. Her other hand crawls up to Regina's lower back, and pulls her in tighter, nibbling on her ear lobe. If Emma had had enough mind to notice, she would have taken into stock that her hands are lightly glowing a whitish light. But currently her senses are occupied on the beautiful creature above her.
Regina feels light headed, feels like her heart is going to explode from how quickly it's beating. She wants to touch Emma, wants to taste her once more, but she can't. Can barely function enough to keep most of her louder moans in.
"You want more?" Emma asks, and she's breathless with anticipation, with wanting and needing Regina to fall apart again. She's never known she needed this so much, to see the usually reserved and composed woman trembling and cumming to pieces.
Regina nods her head, a mewl leaving her lips. Emma's four fingers deep now, thumb swirling over Regina's engorged clit. Emma sucks a path down Regina's neck, teeth nipping right under her jawbone. Regina's hands scrabble for purchase in the sheets above Emma's bed, because they're still just friends, and this doesn't mean Emma feel this way about her, even though it means the world to Regina and-fuck it, she can't help herself anymore. She grabs Emma's face by her strong jaw and kisses her soundly, biting at lips and moaning deliciously.
That's just what Emma needs, just what she wanted, because next thing she knows the tingling feeling in her hands disperses as she orgasms from seeing Regina get off of her. It's not a big one, but just enough to ease the newly awakened sexual tension in her body. Regina has one of her bigger orgasms yet when she feels some of Emma's magic being poured into her. She clamps her eyes and lips shut and rides out the waves like a pro.
Emma finally pulls her hand free. Her skin is pruned, and her middle finger especially sore, when she notices there's...sparkles on her fingers? What the fuck? Her sex addled brain is still recovering and she has no idea what is going on.
"Regina, does your vagina naturally sparkle?"
"That's not...me," she pants breathlessly, because fuck if she's not tired and spent but still wants more. "That was you."
"Me?" Emma raises her brows high, throwing her clean arm over Regina's shoulders as the tired woman sinks onto her.
"It was your magic. I felt it inside me. When we finally came it went off, and probably covered me with glitter."
"That...is weird." Emma didn't know what else to make of this. She'd probably have to look into this more, afraid that she could have potentially hurt Regina unintentionally.
How long has Regina dreamed of this-how long as she wished to be held in Emma's strong hold, to be able to be touched by the savior herself. And now it's happened. She's giddy and elated beyond belief and she wants to thank Emma for this moment, even if she was only returning a favor for a friend.
"Even weirder than a body switch?" Regina asks in a sex heavy voice and Emma suddenly bolts up in bed, post coital bliss forgotten.
"Fuck!" she screams. "I forgot about Hook!"
Regina curses herself for reminding Emma of this. For ruining their moment.
As if summoned by Emma's words, there is a violent knocking that breaks their happy sphere.