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Emma wasn't passed out for very long before she slowly rolled me over. "Oh really?" I rasped, rubbing my hands up and down her toned arms.

"You thought you wore me out completely?" she questioned, her voice strained. I shrugged lightly. "You're gonna have to do better than that." she began kissing down to my chest, removing the cladded fabric down, exposing my dark nipples. As she bit and flicked my hard bud, she reached around to my back, removing my bra with one hand.

"Impressive." I hummed. The feeling of her wet mouth on me was all I needed. I loved the way her body felt flushed against me. She smirked as she threw it to the floor. "I could never do that."

"I'm good with my hands." her hands began traveling up and down my legs. "These look so sexy on you." Emma took her bottom lip into her mouth. "I'd love to fuck you with these on." my insides swirled. Before I got a chance to get really excited, she snapped one off. "But not tonight." then ever so slowly she rolled down my pantyhose then removed the other one. Emma licked up my legs, her hands sneaking their way behind my knees to my hamstrings. Her fingertips teased the back of my dripping cunt. I raised my hips, trying to get more pressure, but she moved her fingers away. "How bad do you want it?" she mocked, pulling the rest of my garter off onto the floor.

"Badly." I groaned.

"Hmm, you're gonna have to be more convincing than that." she spread my legs farther apart and began massaging the inside of my thighs, slowly working her way up back to my core. Just when I thought she was going to brush her fingers against my labia, her hands wondered back to my knees. She is indeed good with her hands, but I need her inside me. I started moaning at the pleasure she was giving me, but this was starting to become torture. "Sounds like some one is ready; but let's have some fun shall we?" she stood to her feet, then lifted my hips up, shoving me further back to my headboard. Emma looked around as she sat between my legs. She spotted my maroon silk robe on my vanity stool. "Ah ha!" she jumped up, extracting the sash. "Let's see how you handle being tied up." Fuck. Me. I felt my pupils dilate as my heartbeat increased. This was something I had always been curious about, but never had the partner to do it with. The idea had always made them uncomfortable.

"What are you going to do with me?" I questioned seductively, biting my lip as she tied my hands above my head to the bed.

She leaned to my ear and whispered, "Tease the fuck out of you until you can't stand it." I gasped. "I would blindfold you, but I love looking into those expressive eyes when you come." Her voice was low, dripping with sex appeal. It was completely maddening. "I want to see how wet you get when I actually touch you." she started running her hands up and down my sides, biting her lip, admiring my body. "Yesterday you had gotten so wet and I never touched you…" I quirked my eyebrow at her. "Well, not the way I wanted to."

"How so? You fucked me on the table." making sure I emphasized on the word 'fuck'. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes, but I wanted to take my time." she tweaked my nipples, making me hiss in pleasure. "Which you have rudely made me wait…twice. And now," she popped a finger into her mouth, sucking on it, humming in pleasure. "it's your turn." with only one finger, she traced the wet digit around my nipple. I gasped at the sensation. This is going to be pure, glorious torture.

I wanted to speak out in protest, but my voice had escaped me. All I could do was watch with eager intensity. She moved to my feet, starting to massage my feet. After wearing those stilettos, it was a marvelous feeling. "Mmm, that feels nice." her fingers finding the perfect reflexology pressure points, I began moaning slightly louder. She raveled in the fact she could get me like this. Only her. She slowly made her way to the muscles around my tibia, kneading" the taut muscles.

"You are so tight in your legs." she studied.

"Probably from all the high heels I wear." I scoffed. As she continued massaging my legs, my patience began wearing thin. Even though it felt incredible, my core began to throb, "Emma…please stop teasing me." This caused her to laugh out loud.

"I haven't even started teasing you. This is nothing." I groaned.

"Be good and you'll get what you want." she brushed her fingers against my needy cunt. "Damn Regina! I have barley done anything to you and you are already wet for me."

"I can't help it." I panted. "You're so sexy." it was so unlike me to be this…this…exposed and honest.

"You think I'm sexy?" she ran another digit though my folds. I nodded. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes!" I breathed. Another swipe.

"How long have you thought that?"

"Ever since you came into the spa for training a year ago."

"Damn, you've been attracted to me for a year and never said anything?" Swipe.

"Ah! Yess…" she moved her hands to my breast, massaging them into her hands then twisting my nipples deliciously. "Oh, yes!" Emma then took turns sucking them into her mouth, flicking each one with her tongue. She kept this up for what seemed like forever, before returning to prodding my nipples again. Suddenly, I felt a burning in my abdominals. Oh no, are you kidding me right now? I am about to come! I my body began to tremble beneath her touch, betraying me. "Emma! Please fuck me! I need your fingers inside me!" I cried out.

"Why?" she smirked.

"Because…oh fuck! EMMA!" My orgasm came crashing though my body like a massive tidal wave. My insides were burning, my core was on fire. I felt my wetness slide down my thighs…it was the most intense, unexpected, yet unsatisfying orgasm I had ever had. With her eyes wide, she watched me with extreme intensity, continuing her torture on my breast. I arched my back, pulling at my bounded wrist, trying to break free. Her lips latched themselves to me, soothing the soreness. I hissed as I bucked my hips wildly. "God! Fuck Emma! PLEASE"

She spread my legs wide, shoving her face deep into my cunt. I screamed at the best pleasure I had ever felt. Even better than the first time she put her smart mouth there. She shoved her tongue deep into my clenching cunt, her little muscle pulsating in and out, then flicking my clit rapidly. "Oh fuck! Yesss!" I wrapped my legs around her shoulders, rolling my hips onto her face; my essence still sliding down my thighs and to the back of my pussy. Oh, how I wanted to hold her there. I pulled my wrist harder and harder with each roll of my hips, but she had tied them tightly. I began searching for the end to pull at that so I could release myself; when I tugged, Emma wrapped her hands around my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. I gasped in utter pleasure, pulling my bounds, setting myself free. My arms felt like led, but my hands quickly gravitated into blonde locks. "Oh Emma! RIGHT THERE!" I came once more, harder than the last, bucking and rolling my hips harder than before, screaming at the top of my lungs. Just when I thought I could take no more, Emma snaked her way up, pulling me into her lap as she rammed three fingers knuckle deep inside of me, curling her fingers hard and fast. I gripped behind her neck, pulling on her hair, relentlessly rolling onto her. When I opened my eyes, her emerald eyes were black with lust, her mouth parted as she watched me unravel for a third time. As I screamed, I scratched down her back as hot tears of pleasure streamed down my face. Suddenly, I felt hot steaming liquid stream from my core. I opened my eyes in complete shock at the realization of what happened, mouth still open, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as I could. My bed was soaked as my body fell limp from my lovers embrace.

When I awoke, it was in the early morning. I can't believe I passed out from sex. I took a glance at the clock that was on my nightstand. 5:47 am. When I went to turn, I groaned as I hit the body next to me. I was freezing…why am I free…oh…I cannot believe I did that! Emma was passed out asleep. This was around the time I normally got up for my morning workout, however, I was way too sore to even think about working out for the next few days. I slowly crawled out of bed when a hand snaked over my abdomen. A grumble escaped the blonde next to me. I let out a throaty chuckle in response. I tried to escape once more, but Emma's grip tightened. "No…Gina stay." Gina? I really needed to change the sheets and shower. My room reeked of sex…which wasn't all that bad, considering it had been two years since my last encounter. Regardless, I wanted fresh warm sheets.

"Sweetheart," Sweetheart?! I can't believe I just said that. "I need to get new sheets and take a shower."

"It's too early."

"I normally get up at this hour."

"But the sun isn't even out yet." she whined.

I pondered for a moment before smiling to myself. "Tell you what, if you release me, I promise to make you breakfast." Emma immediately removed her arm from around me.

"Throw in a shower with you, and you got yourself a deal."

I giggled, running my fingers through her hair. "Deal." I kissed the top of her head before carefully getting out of bed; Emma slowly followed.

After our shower, which was incredibly intimate…more intimate than it should have been, Emma stripped the sheets to make the bed as I changed into light blue yoga pants and a solid white yoga shirt. I may not do yoga, but they made excellent lazy day clothes or pajamas. I quickly sauntered into the kitchen to begin breakfast. Something about this morning felt very comfortable, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I didn't want to cross that territory, it was way too soon to think of this as something serious. I just let the moment feel nice.

Emma strolled into the kitchen…in my Guns N Roses t-shirt with small grey shorts. Something about her causality made my heart drum louder in my chest. It would have sent shocks to my core, but I believe she broke it.

"You're bed is made m'lady." when she got to the kitchen island, she looked around the stove, noticing the ingredients. "Whatcha makin'?"

"Pancakes. Are you okay with that, dear?"

"Ooh, yes please! What kind?"

"Apple. It's the only fruit I have at the moment. Normally, it would be strawberry."

"Do you need any help?"

I began slicing the apples. "No, I am making you breakfast. Period." she smiled. "Do you work today?" I inquired.

"Nope. I work tomorrow. You?"

"I work tomorrow as well." As I added the fruit to the batter, lightly folding them in. "Do you have any plans today?"

"No, just do nothing." there was a small silence before she asked, "What about you?"

I poured some of the batter into the skillet, watching it carefully. "Just go to the store. I forgot to go yesterday. I did a very long workout."

Emma chuckled. "Yes you did. I wore you out. Like, you literally passed out after you came." I felt a blush creep up my neck. "Not that I'm bragging or anything."

"I flipped the flap jack then turned to her. "You know what, I resent that." I played. "I didn't have time, thank you very much!" I resumed cooking breakfast. Emma was a giggling fool.

"You were so sexy last night, just so you know." Now I was really blushing. She sneaked up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I love how you look when you come." she whispered in my ear, causing a shiver up my spine.

"Emma Swan!" trying to sound serious.

"Regina Mills!" she was mocking me now. Releasing me, I saw her enormous grin.

"You are going to make me burn your breakfast!"

The laughter that came from her shook my soul. It was such a pleasant sound…I never wanted it to stop. "You sounded like a mom just then!"

"And you sound like a child!" her fit of laughter was contagious.

Breakfast was finally served. We sat at the island while we ate. "Oh wow Regina…these are really good! I love the cinnamon!"

"Thank you. It's what makes it shine through." she was tearing through her stack as if it were a race. "Slow down Emma. I can make more."

"Then you better start cooking, because these are my new favorite pancakes! Don't be surprised if I just show up in the morning for these babies!"

I laughed sincerely at her compliment. "Well, I'm glad you like them so much. I really do love cooking." she was speechless as she ate. "Hey, would you…would you like to spend the day together? I understand if you-"

"Yes!" she swallowed her stacks quickly. "Yes! I have nothing to do today. Spending the day with you sounds fantastic!" I smiled widely. She took her last bite of her breakfast, leaning forward to me. "You deserve a kiss. This was an amazing breakfast. Best I've had in a long time." I met her lips, smiling into her. It really was the best morning I've had in…well…ever.

As the day progressed, we stopped at her place so she could change. It was a cozy little place. While she changed, I looked around her apartment. It was very Emma Swan. There were plants everywhere, a meditation corner, and a ton of colorful paintings. When she reappeared, she was dressed in skinny jeans and a white turtleneck sweater with an overnight bag. She regarded me as I gawked at her then at the bag. "Just in case." she smiled. After that, went to the store to grab what I needed, which wasn't much. I promised Emma that I would cook for her tonight. She practically begged me to, which I just couldn't say no to.

Once back at my apartment, we unloaded the groceries. I went ahead and whipped up a beef and potato soup in my crockpot so it would be ready for dinner. I poured us both mimosas before I was about to change into my previous clothes before we left. However, Emma insisted I say in what I was wearing. All I had on was pair of jeans and a maroon sweatshirt that said Boston. She told me that I looked "like a really hot college student."

I flicked on the TV, flipping through the channels until when we saw Grey's Anatomy on and left it there. After a few mimosas and commercial came on, I was intrigued at what her zodiac sign was. "Hey Emma," she glanced at me. "What's your sign?"

"I'm a Leo. You?"

"I should have guessed, that does not surprise me in the least?" I chuckled. "I'm a Scorpio."

"Now THAT makes sense!" she pointed at me. "You're so serious, seductive and sexy. The triple S!"

"And you're proud, playful, and presumptuous!"

"Yep! That's me!"

I shook my head with a grin on my face. When I looked her way again once the show came back on, I noticed she was too far away than I liked. "Come here." she scooted across the couch as I lifted my arm, placing it around her shoulder, lazily rubbing her shoulder with my fingers. I could get used to this.