A/N: For the awesome graduate: Tashia, who inspires me.
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"I wish you'd come here and say good night."
It was a dangerous text to send. Briefly, Regina worried that Emma's fiancé might monitor her texts as he seemed like the type of controlling type to do that very thing. She bit her lip and turned over in bed, placing her phone next to the pillow willing herself not to touch it anymore.
Clearly, Emma didn't take the bait. Which was for the best, Regina breathed in and out slowly in attempt to calm her body and prepare herself to go to sleep. She planned to get up at dawn, get dressed and take off. If Emma wasn't going to bother to say 'goodnight' Regina would return the favor and forgo a 'good morning'.
'Good morning' would undoubtedly bring a long sober discussion that would highlight how inappropriate their actions had been over the course of the evening, and bring things out in the cold light of day so to speak. Regina shivered at the very thought of an awkward morning with Emma. Her mind drifted to a not so unpleasant morning waking up with the blonde's naked body wrapped around hers, warm breath tickling her neck as they both drifted in and out of sleep, enjoying a lazy post sex morning.
She sighed sadly at the fantasy as it was just that: fruitless and frustrating. She didn't even know if she only wanted Emma because she was unavailable and her attraction stemmed from the pedestal she put her on being she was an unconventional client, or if there truly was something more to the connection they felt when they were alone together. The conflict stemmed from whether Regina wanted to spend more time with Emma and learn exactly what the nature of their connection really was.
Regina squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled through her nose, the soft sheets and down comforter felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her body wasn't cooperating with her relaxation techniques. She was over stimulated and the sheets were brushing against the skin of her legs, heating her up and leaving her wanting the real touch of a certain woman.
Her phone started to vibrate and ring, instantly Regina grabbed it and turned onto her back pulling the screen close to her face. Her heart started to race: Emma was calling.
It didn't occur to Regina how absurd it was that they were within shouting distance of one another and yet Emma was calling on the phone until she punched 'answer' and held the phone to her ear. Her mouth filled with saliva and she found her voice wasn't properly working. She whispered, "Emma?"
"Hey," came the equally whispered greeting. Even a whisper sounded loud in the quiet and dark. The whisper, more accurately, sounded like guilt amplified and personified. Regina wanted nothing more than hopefully wish Emma that promised 'good night' to bring a sense of closure to the evening so perhaps her mind and body could rest.
Regina breathed evenly into the phone, "Hey."
Emma was quiet and for a moment Regina thought she had hung up. She felt like an addict instantly alert and better now that she was once again connected to Emma in some way. "I was thinking of all the ways I could say 'good night' to you."
"Tell me," Regina whispered back, careful not to let her voice quiver.
"I called because…," Emma exhaled hard into the receiver before continuing in an uncertain tone. "If I walk through that door I won't…" she trailed off again much to Regina's chagrin. She didn't push her though, she just listened as the other woman struggled to get it out. "I wouldn't be able to stop myself from crawling into bed with you."
"Oh," Regina licked her lips and thought about her fantasy that centered on that very scenario.
"Neither of us would sleep if I came over there," Emma continued sounding a bit braver, and Regina nodded in the dark afraid to agree. She was afraid to say anything, worried it would ruin the moment, but Emma had gone quiet again, and Regina knew she needed to give her something to work with.
In an encouragingly slow and low tone, Regina asked, "What would you like to do with me besides... sleep?"
Her lips curled in a smile when she heard blankets shifting in the background and Emma's breath hitch slightly.
"You know what I want," Emma replied softly, hints of resigned sadness combined with a flat tone that sounded like sheer lust.
"I asked you to tell me," Regina repeated boldly. "What would you like, Emma?"
"You're beautiful, Regina."
"That's not telling me what you want," Regina corrected, pleased with the reverence she heard in the compliment. It had been a long time since someone had told her that. Emma saying it made her believe it.
"I want to touch you, but I can't," Emma answered, her breath sounded louder and faster. "Why don't you do it for me?"
"Do what?" Regina responded in mock innocence even as she switched the phone to her left hand and ran the tips of her fingers along her exposed collar bone while the top of her foot slid up and down the smooth skin of her calf. She was already writhing in bed at the mere thought of Emma expressing the desire to touch her. She felt sexy, and wondered if Emma was turned on with this dangerous game in the same way she was.
"Take off your clothes, I want to imagine you naked," Emma was playing along nicely, as they exchanged commands back and forth, giving and receiving control.
Regina thought on Emma's request, wanting to be fully enveloped by the wonderful bedding, but pained by the reality of how much she wanted Emma's naked skin covering her own, pressing her down into the mattress, hands moving on her everywhere.
"I will, but you have to answer a question for me."
"Okay," Emma agreed, and Regina felt a pang of anxiety at forming the question she wanted to ask. It was easier, she could hide her face in the dark, and secret questions in the aftermath of a long evening of drinking weren't forgivable.
She waited for a beat, partially because of nerves and partially to drive up Emma's anticipation. "Are you wet for me?"
She pressed her lips together and tensed her body as soon as she put the question out there. It excited her as she waited for Emma to process the question and formulate an answer. It felt like it was impossible to dishonest under these conditions, and Regina hoped that Emma would tell her the truth. She wanted all of the truth, even if she had to strip off layer after layer of shame, mommy issues, homophobia, and Emma's beard to get to it. She saw Emma purely as a woman first, everything else-her baggage and walls—was secondary.
"I've been wet for you ever since—ever since our second drink when you licked the sugar off the rim of your glass so delicately with your tongue…that did things to me," Emma answered and Regina again felt like she was heading into dangerous territory, but she couldn't stop. She kept pushing, if anything sparred on by Emma's honesty.
"I've been rather aroused in your company for some time now, Emma…" Regina said as she purposefully let her fingers slink down her body and slowly slide under the band of her underwear and down to feel exactly how wet she was currently. Her fingers slipped easily down her through her folds, she forced herself to go slow. Nonetheless, the pad of her finger circled her clit and she luxuriated in the naughtiness of what she was doing with Emma so close…yet so far away.
"Are you touching yourself right now?" Emma asked in wonder, Regina's eyes snapped open as she searched the room for signs that she wasn't alone. She half expected to see Emma hovering over her bedside ready to stop the game and make it real. But a cursory look around the room assured her with disappointment she was still alone.
"I-I…how did you know that?" Regina stuttered out, rubbing herself a bit faster making no move to stop. She had felt ashamed at Emma catching her so easily, but she found that same sense of shame only served to arouse her further.
"I heard your breathing change, and I—I'm doing it too," Emma whispered the admission and Regina strained to hear something to indicate that what she was saying was true, but she couldn't hear anything beyond shallow breathing.
She sat up then, pulling her coated fingers away, afraid she was moments from the point of no return. If she kept thinking about Emma masturbating on just the other side of the wall she wouldn't be able to stop until she trapped her hand between her thighs and bucked until she came. Remembering her agreement, she put the phone down for a moment and slithered out of her panties entirely, losing them at the foot of the bed, as she pulled her teddy over her head and off, throwing it off the bed and letting it parachute onto the floor.
She laid back down, nearly divested of all barriers and picked up the phone. "I took off all of my clothes. If you came through that door right now, you'd find me highly aroused and laying completely naked in this bed."
"Good…that's really-g-good," Emma was stuttering and Regina detected a stifled moan amidst her response.
"My nipples are hard, wish you would come over here and put your mouth on me… kiss me, suck on each of my breasts as I play with you-I'd like to tease you, dear…I'd tease you so much…you'd like it though…"
"Yeah…" Emma moaned audibly and Regina dug her heels into the bed and raised her knees, spreading her legs and wantonly teasing her soaked pussy. She brushed her thumb over her clit, teased her sensitive entrance and started fucking herself with a nice rhythm as she imagined Emma doing the same in vivid detail. She heard another noise of pleasure this time it was loud through the phone but she also heard it through the wall.
"Regina, fuck..,what are you doing now?" Emma asked urgently, she wasn't trying to hide her need or anything. She was definitely touching herself, enjoying it thoroughly by the sound of it.
"I'm fucking myself—imagining that you're on top of me- fingers inside me…fucking me," Regina found she was missing some words and her sentences were as broken as Emma's but she was too far gone, it felt ungodly real as her imagination was a very powerful tool, but it also felt just shy of pathetic. She was alone, bringing herself off with her own hand, while Emma was doing the same. As hot as it was in the moment as she finally climaxed with a final thrust and hard twist of her nipple, she stifled herself unwilling to let Emma hear her cry of pleasure.
What got her off in the end was the old reliable pathetic feeling of being lonely, the outsider. Engaging with Emma, but not fully. She couldn't lay any claim to her, just as Emma couldn't say Regina was anything more to her than the person planning her wedding. That was why she didn't let Emma hear her orgasm, she didn't deserve too.
As soon as she was done, and the blood stopped rushing in her ears, she listened to Emma finish making a very sexy sound that was halfway between satisfaction and longing, and when Regina regained focus she realized Emma had called her name as she came on the fold out sofa in the suite. Regina had just cum in the bed. Regina pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it, still muffled so Emma couldn't hear, but just as a way to release the final bits of tension that were clouding her mind.
The orgasm had relaxed her body, but done nothing to relieve the other seeds of stress that were rapidly growing. She had a problem named Emma Swan (soon to be Emma Swan-Jones.) She thrashed her head from side to side, suddenly feeling melancholy and withdrawn. The exhaustion crashed down her and made her head and belly ache peripherally.
After a few minutes of the worst post-orgasmic feelings in recorded history, Regina heard a muffled voice; she picked up the phone and held it to her ear. Emma was still on the line.
"Regina? That was-."
"Good night, Emma."
She ended the call without another word and threw back the covers that felt too hot and stifling now. Her throat was dry and between her legs was unpleasantly sticky. Regina drank a glass of water, and washed up before returning to bed. This time she was able to turn off the thoughts long enough to fall asleep, or maybe exhaustion and the after effects of alcohol consumption won out. Her dreams were murky and half remembered when she woke up a few hours later. She debated whether or not she should get dressed, but decided her heavy limbs couldn't manage to exert the effort.
That was a decision she wholly regretted when she awoke to the sound of a key card accessing the room. Regina's eyes snapped open, and she pulled the blanket up to her chin, thinking housekeeping had ignored the 'do not disturb' sign and she was going to have to tell the intrusive maid to get out. A glance toward the curtained windows told her it was early, as still dim with half-light streaming in around the heavy drapes.
Then she heard the unmistakable voice of Emma's mother, Mary Margaret, who clearly thought she was walking in on Emma and Killian, and most definitely not the grumpy naked wedding planner sleeping in the suite.
"Wakey Wakey, we're here bright and early! Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but I've got a surprise!"
