Hi! Sorry for the wait. I got super busy with work. I hope I haven't kept you waiting as long as Emma kept Regina waiting. ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
Regina stood silently in her walk-in closet. She had been standing there for going on twenty minutes, clad only in her purple lace bra and underwear that she had changed into upon her arrival home. The always well-dressed mayor could not seem to find an outfit that she deemed suitable enough for her dinner with Emma, and she was becoming thoroughly frustrated with herself. Few things ever made Regina nervous, but her recently extended invitation for dinner with the Sherriff had her stomach all tied up in knots. Only a few short hours previous, she and the Savior were nothing more than friends, something that was a feat in itself considering the circumstances in which they met. But one kiss led to another, leading to hot office sex, and now dinner at her house with her son? Regina could barely wrap her head around this. This. What exactly was this? After losing her self-control, she had assumed Emma only returned her advances because she wanted to have sex. It didn't mean anything to Emma, right? But then again, it was Emma's idea to have dinner. In fact, she wanted to take Regina out to dinner. Like on a date. Did the Savior have feelings for her? Could it be possible that someone other than Henry actually care about the former Queen?
Regina was abruptly torn from her thoughts when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Mom, are you okay in there?" Henry asked.
She sighed before responding, "Yes, dear. I'm fine. I'm just trying to find an outfit is all." She slid a few of the dresses in front of her to her left as she moved further into the closet, still not satisfied with her wide variety of classy, mayoral outfits she could dress in.
"Well Ma will be here any minute. Are you almost done?"
Panic rose in Regina's throat. She was nowhere near ready and she had wasted all of her time trying to find a silly outfit. Hearing Regina grumble to herself and stumble around the room in a hurry, Henry laughed to himself. "Relax, Mom." Henry said as he turned toward the stairs. "It's only Emma. I'll go downstairs and let her in when she gets here."
Only Emma. Emma was the sole reason Regina was in such a frenzied state. She paused, took a deep breath, and counted to ten. "I am not some silly school girl with a crush." Regina said aloud to her empty bedroom. "I'm a queen. And as the queen, I have confidence. I have pride. I won't sit here and get all nervous over…" She stopped her pep talk immediately as an 'evil idea' came to mind. Regina had suffered for weeks in a state of almost constant arousal and it was all Emma's fault. She had promised to return the favor, but that didn't mean she couldn't make the beautiful blonde suffer a little too, right? Emma had complained that Regina skipped out on family dinners and Regina wanted to show Emma exactly what it felt like to try and suffer through dinner with soaking panties and an aching core. With an evil grin that showed her perfectly white teeth, she flicked her wrist and was surrounded by a cloud of purple smoke. As it cleared, she stared at herself in the mirror. She was suddenly dressed in a very form fitting black dress that sensuously hugged every curve, accentuating her toned rear and showing way more cleavage than should be legal. Her short hair had come to right above her shoulders before it turned out and her makeup had been perfectly applied, including her blood red lipstick that made her lips look extra luscious. As Regina slid on her black heels, she heard a knock at the front door. Henry's footsteps were heard running to answer it. "Hey kid," she heard Emma say from the door.
Regina smiled to herself, adjusted her dress, and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's see how long you can handle the heat, Swan." she growled to herself with a smile, and headed for the stairs.
After Henry invited her into the house, Emma had walked up the three small stairs into the foyer and ruffled his hair. "Where's your mom?" she asked as he wrinkled his nose and attempted to swat away her hand.
"I'm right here, Emma," Regina purred as she descended the stairs slowly, watching carefully as the Sheriff turned to face the stairs. Her mouth gaped open slightly and her eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful goddess, admiring as one tanned and toned leg stepped in front of the other, taking the stairs at a torturously slow pace. Instant heat and wetness soaked Emma's underwear. She had never been so easily aroused in her life. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard before her jaw fell open again as if it had been detached. Regina's smile widened as she saw how easily she caught Emma's undivided attention.
She came to stand in front of the blonde, edging just into her personal space, but not enough for it to be inappropriate in front of their son. "Regina…" Emma breathed. "You look… wow."
Regina chuckled. "It's lovely to see you too, dear." She already had Emma speechless and she wasn't even trying. Emma finally closed her mouth and swallowed once again, her mouth suddenly dry and her jean shorts soaked. She only nodded in response. Regina turned her attention to Henry. "Henry, honey, I think I may have left the light on in my room. Would you mind turning that off for me while Emma and I set dinner on the table?" Henry smiled and sprinted up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
Swiftly, Regina pushed Emma's back into the nearest wall and closed the distance between them. Her lips were only a breath away from Emma's as her hand came to rest on Emma's inner thigh, purposely avoiding her hot and ready sex, drawing soft circles with her fingers on exposed pale skin. "You, Swan, are in for quite an evening." Emma groaned in response to the husky tone of Regina's voice, shivering at the obvious arousal she heard there. Regina gripped Emma's leg eliciting a yelp from Emma as she lessened the already small distance between their lips and she whispered, "Hush, Emma. Our son is still here. I have plans for us once Henry leaves, but you'll have to try and make it through dinner first." With a wink and a quick flick of her tongue over Emma's bottom lip, Regina was off to the kitchen with swagger in her step, leaving a breathless Sherriff in her foyer.
Moments later, Henry came running back down the stairs and past Emma toward the kitchen to join his brunette mother. Emma thumped her head against the wall and sighed. "What did I get myself into?" She adjusted her shorts in an attempt to relieve some pressure and joined the Mills in the kitchen.
Henry had grabbed their glasses and placed them on the table, then returned for the basket of fresh bread. Regina had purposely waited for Emma to enter the kitchen before she rather dramatically bent over to retrieve her homemade lasagna from the oven. Emma practically salivated as she admired Regina's toned ass in that perfectly tight dress, watching as it rode up almost enough for her to see the lacey purple she wanted so desperately to tear off. She used all her will power to resist the urge to bend over where she stood and give herself the view of a lifetime. Regina could nearly feel the blonde's powerful stare and felt her own arousal begin to pool in her lower stomach, but she smiled nonetheless.
"Emma, dear, you can seat yourself in the dining room," Regina said as she carried the lasagna toward the table. "I'll be in with the wine in a moment and then we can eat."
She set the dish down on the table and returned to find a very aroused Savior still standing there. She couldn't help but smile as she said, "Is there something else you needed, Emma?"
The blonde balled her hands into fists at her side in an attempt to keep herself from pawing all over the temptress in front of her. "Yes, Regina. I need you." She bit her bottom lip, refraining from saying anything else in case Henry was within earshot.
The brunette chuckled, leaned in, and seductively purred in Emma's ear, "Payback's a bitch." Before giving her a wink and sauntering back toward the dining room, bottle of red wine in hand.
Hearing the mayor use profanity was a rare occurrence, but for whatever odd reason, whether it was the out-of-character nature of the words or the husky vibrations of her voice, Emma was enthralled. She understood what Regina was after. She wanted Emma to be completely aroused through the entirety of dinner simply to prove the point that she had no right to complain about Regina skipping out.
The Sherriff groaned to herself before entering the dining room and taking a seat. Regina was at the head of the table and Henry was on her right, leaving Emma to sit on the Queen's left. "Sorry I'm not dressed well," she said sheepishly. She still remained in her jean shorts and white tank top and felt completely underdressed compared to Regina. "I had to stay late at the station because David had some things to take care of."
Reaching over and touching her hand gently, Regina cooed, "It's fine, dear. You look lovely. It's just dinner." Her hand burned under Regina's gentle touch. It sent shivers up her arm and then down her spine. She wanted to pull away from the soft caress, but it seemed to be all she was going to get for a while.
Henry was eyeing the two women and smirked as he commented, "Well the two of you seem to be getting along nicely. Better than the last few weeks, that's for sure. Is something going on?" Emma had barely heard the question. She was fidgeting with her shorts and adjusting her tank top, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in any position she sat in.
Regina quickly responded, "We just had a little miscommunication, that's all. Isn't that right, Emma?" At the sound of her name, Emma remembered where she was exactly and her face reddened, pushing the filthy thoughts she was having to the back of her mind before she nodded in agreement.
Regina hadn't meant to make Henry suspicious, but he was very attentive and had made a mental note of their little exchange, putting a slight damper on her mood. She was enjoying the way she made Emma squirm and wasn't quite ready to give up the game yet. Instead, she decided to be slightly more subtle knowing that although Henry wouldn't notice, the blonde next to her was watching her every move and would certainly be aware of her game.
She stood from the table saying, "Let's eat, shall we?" Emma let out a quiet sigh, believing for a moment that the assaults on her senses would come to a halt, only to abruptly suck that breath back in and hold on to it as if it were the last breath she'd ever take. The goddess beside her leaned over the table to grab the serving utensils and placed an inordinate amount of cleavage directly in her eyesight. She stared at the gift she had been given before her eyes widened even more. Her unobstructed view of Regina's mouthwatering breasts allowed her to see the dark purple marks she had left on the mayor deep in her cleavage from their earlier encounter and the slowly lessening heat between her legs dramatically increased at the memory. Despite the coolness of the mansion, Emma was sweating and she could only hope that the dampness of her skin wouldn't remove the makeup she had applied to cover her own love bites. Regina had served food on to first Emma's dish, then Henry's, and finally her own before seating herself once again. Throughout dinner, she would find a way to graze Emma with her fingers under the table or give her a little show in order to keep the fire building within the blonde, and Emma noticed every single one, excusing herself from the table more than once to head to the bathroom and adjust herself or dry herself off.
Once they had finished eating, Henry took his empty plate to the kitchen and returned to kiss first his brunette mother's cheek, then the blonde's, before grabbing his backpack that was leaning against the wall. "I'll be back tomorrow, Moms! Love you!"
"I love you too, Henry. Be safe!" Regina called after him as she scooted her chair back from the table and wiped the edges of her mouth with her napkin before placing it on the table. Emma sat frozen in her seat waiting for that damn door to close. She loved her son, but she was never happier to see him leave. Her core ached, her underwear were soaked, her hard nipples rubbed against the fabric of the white bra she wore, and her entire body vibrated with need. She needed Regina to repay that favor now.
The moment she heard the door close, Emma roughly shoved her seat away from the table and in seconds was straddling the mayor, tangling her hands in silky brunette hair, crashing their lips together in a smoldering kiss that sent wet heat to gather between Regina's already damp thighs. Despite her previous best efforts to make Emma wait, Regina returned the kiss with matched passion, caressing her lover's side with one hand while the other slid under her tank top to stroke the soft skin of the blonde's toned stomach, moaning as she did so.
The Sherriff was frenzied, grinding her hips against Regina's thighs frantically, pulling away from the kiss only to latch on to her neck, sucking and biting at any and all skin she could find. She needed release and she didn't care how desperate she seemed. She didn't care that Regina had won this little game of hers. All she cared about was that gorgeous woman's lips on her neck or breasts or whatever she could reach while her fingers thrust deep inside the blonde, bringing about her release.
Regina couldn't keep her waiting much longer, as much for her own sake as Emma's. She roughly grabbed the other woman by the hips and forced her off of her lap. As Emma stood, Regina admired the view before her. The Storybrooke Sheriff was standing in her dining room, jean shorts unbuttoned, tank top askew, hair disheveled, and hooded green eyes staring at her with lust.
She licked her lips before she commanded, "Strip."
Expecting Emma to hesitate or make some kind of remark about not taking orders, her mouth opened slightly and she groaned at the blonde's eager response.
"Yes, your Majesty" she practically whispered as she all but tore her tank top from her body, tossing it haphazardly to the floor before dragging her shorts down her legs along with her hipster underwear. She then unclasped her bra from behind her back and tossed it along with the rest of her clothes.
Regina watched on hungrily, soft whimpers escaping her lips at each newly exposed area. She had loved that Emma so eagerly obeyed her, allowing the brunette's dominant tendencies to rise to the surface. She wanted to conquer and claim every inch of the blonde she had admired for so very long. She slid her dress up her legs to bunch at her waistline before she growled, "Come here." Emma straddled the queen once again, her wet sex dripping onto the brunette's lap, eliciting a quiet moan.
Dark emerald eyes stared into chocolate brown ones as Regina's hands began to wander. One stroked the soft skin of her abs heading toward the beautiful pale mounds of Emma's breasts, circling one nipple and then the other, never giving the blonde the satisfaction that she needed. Her other hand traveled further south, caressing her inner thighs, feeling the dampness that the evening's tease had caused. Emma rocked her hips against Regina, spreading her wetness along the mayor's thigh, begging for much more than further teasing.
The queen wasn't ready to give in just yet. She nibbled and sucked at Emma's neck before she reached her ear and whispered huskily, "It would seem, Swan, that this heat has you rather frustrated, hm?" Emma dug her nails into Regina's shoulders and moaned, but couldn't form words. Regina's fingers inched higher until she reached the blonde's slick folds, Emma's clit remaining just out of reach. The Savior threw her head back, blonde curls falling behind her shoulders, giving the queen a perfect view of dusky nipples, a view she couldn't resist. She attached her lips to Emma's nipple, sucking hard before grazing her teeth against the hardened nub. Emma's fingers tangled in the mayor's hair, twisting and pulling while her hips bucked against Regina's thighs, wetness coating her legs and dress.
Regina released the first nipple sucking hard enough to make it pop from her mouth before she flicked her tongue over the other nipple, licking and sucking in random patterns as Emma tightened her grip on Regina's hair, practically pulling it from her scalp. She then returned to her ear and growled, "Now, Miss Swan, are you still angry with me for avoiding you? It would seem that not seeing you at all would be better than getting so damn wet without the promise of that quick tongue of yours providing me sweet release." She smirked against Emma's neck and felt the vibrations of her groan against her lips.
Emma pulled away and looked into Regina's eyes, steadying herself with the brunette's shoulders before she said, "You win, Regina. Now just fuck me already." With that, the queen growled, reattaching her lips to Emma's, delving her tongue inside, reclaiming what was hers. She ran her finger through slick folds, catching the Savior's moan in her mouth, as she drew circles over her clit. Emma buried her face in Regina's shoulder muffling every animalistic, yet deliciously sexy sound that escaped her kiss swollen lips. The brunette dragged her fingers lower, and in one swift motion, she thrust two fingers deep inside of the other woman. Emma bit down hard on Regina's shoulder, causing her to yelp, but she never ceased her motion, becoming increasingly wet as the sounds of her fingers thrusting into Emma's soaking wet sex filled the air. Emma rocked her hips, riding Regina's fingers, grinding her clit against Regina's palm, all the while Regina was thrusting her fingers in and out of her at such a rapid pace, burying them inside the sexy blonde to the knuckle, out to the tips of her fingers, and back in.
Feeling Emma's walls already clenching around her fingers, she thrust in a third without warning, earning herself a rewarding scream from the blonde before she once again buried her head in Regina's neck, biting and sucking in between the quiet sounds she was making in Regina's ear. "Fuck, Regina… Don't stop… Please…"
The queen bit her lip, ignoring the waterfall of arousal now soaking the chair beneath her. She had heard Emma swear before many times, but this was different. This was needy. She needed her and it was her name that fell from Emma's lips. And that was all Regina wanted.
With Emma's head buried in her neck, the only thing Regina's mouth could reach was Emma's shoulder. She bit down hard on the soft flesh, causing the Sherriff to yelp, before sliding her tongue over the mark to quickly soothe the pain. She twisted her fingers inside the tight walls and hooked them with each thrust to press firmly against that ribbed patch of flesh that she so quickly learned drove Emma absolutely crazy. With her free hand, she reached up to tweak a hardened nipple with a soft pinch. The combined sensations sent Emma flying over the edge, clinging to Regina's shoulders as if they were her lifeline, riding her fingers like there was no tomorrow.
Regina slowed her fingers as Emma blinked away the black spots from her vision, her body tingling as she slowly came down, but Regina wasn't finished. She pulled out of Emma only to thrust back inside, sending a rather painful, yet equally pleasing, feeling of arousal to overcome her once again, sending her into a second climax. This one was all up to Regina to finish. Emma went rigid on top of her, no longer having the energy to ride her fingers, leaving Regina to circle her clit with her thumb and thrust inside just as fast until Emma came crashing down, dropping all of her weight on Regina. The brunette wrapped her free arm around the semi-conscious blonde, holding her against her body, unable to free her other hand just yet. She kissed gently at the blonde hair resting on her shoulder, then down the slender neck, before placing gentle kisses on Emma's own slightly bruised shoulder.
When Emma was finally able to sit up, she lifted her head off of Regina's shoulder, using them both as a way to brace herself. Waiting until Emma sat up fully, Regina slowly pulled her fingers from within the blonde, watching as Emma's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. She slowly lifted them to her mouth and waited for Emma to return her attention to the mayor, before she sucked and licked all of the Savior's juices from her fingers. "Mm, Miss Swan. I must say you taste exquisite", Regina moaned and Emma felt her arousal quickly growing again, not surprised in the slightest that this beautiful woman before her was able to make her feel this way. Emma pulled Regina in for another kiss, one that was passionate but not rough, and smiled as she tasted herself on Regina's tongue.
"I have to say, Regina," Emma said as she broke from the kiss, "I'm surprised that your idea of 'quite an evening' involved sex in your dining room, of all places."
Regina chuckled and smacked her playfully. "Well, dear, it hadn't. But since you were just so needy, I didn't have the heart to keep you waiting."
"Mhm, I'm sure" Emma said sarcastically while jokingly rolling her eyes. "Or was it that you were just as needy, your Majesty?" Emma slipped a hand down between Regina's thighs and cupped her aching sex.
Regina bit her lip and stifled a moan before replying, "That may have been a part of it. Shall we go upstairs?"
Emma grinned before she replied, "Well lucky for you, while you were busy cancelling all of our magic lessons, I did a little practicing of my own." Regina quirked an eyebrow wondering of the relevance of the statement. "While you were 'whining about the heat', I learned a little magic," Emma continued. She gave Regina a quick kiss before whispering against her lips, "I'm learning to like the heat." She quickly flicked her wrist and surrounded them in a white cloud that transported them to Regina's master bedroom for round three.
