AN: Sexy times ahead guys so if you're not into that sort of thing, please don't read…oh who am I kidding with you lot! Enjoy ;-) This chapter is huge, and I'm tired, so please forgive any minor mistakes, and let me know what you think (as you wonderful people always do :-) ) Oh, and FYI, I had this chapter planned when I began this story, Lana's recent video is just pure coincidence…though I'm sure it will help some of you to visualise ;-)
I've never considered myself to be a coward before, but as I walk down the stairs of 108 Mifflin Street I come to realise that's exactly what I am.
After forcing myself awake during our little heart to heart talk, I used my magic to immediately poof myself from the vault, giving Emma zero time to wake and begin demanding answers.
The whole time I was in the shower I questioned my decision to do so. After everything Emma did for me last night it seems ungrateful and unfair to leave her alone without so much as an explanation or a goodbye. I owe her more, I know that, but I can't bear the thought of her expression when she finally finds out the truth. I've disappointed her so many times in the past, and this was supposed to be the one thing that I got right.
I make my way through to the kitchen, trailing a finger through the dust that has gathered on the counter tops while I've been hidden away.
What even was that strange occurrence last night? Emma and I have touched several times in past dreams and nothing like that has happened before. Her hand went straight through me, as though I wasn't even there. Could it somehow tie into my slowly depleting life force?
That thought alone makes me shiver. If it does in anyway relate to Thanatos, then it can only signify that I'm getting weaker - that he's winning – and that's a scenario that I don't even want to contemplate thinking about at this moment in time.
I have to win. For Emma, for Henry, for myself. I have to find a way to beat him so that I can banish the Evil Queen forever and finally claim my happy ending. But considering that I'd be in a much worse state if it weren't for Emma's magic protecting me, is there now anyway I can get through this without her finding out?
Reaching into a cupboard, I pull out two mugs and fill them with the fresh coffee that I set to brew while I freshened up. As if smelling the intoxicating aroma, Zelena suddenly materialises at the other end of the breakfast bar, leaving a cloud of green smoke in her wake.
"The mayoral mansion?" She states by way of greeting, curious as to why I asked her to meet me here and not at Granny's. "To what do I owe this honoured pleasure?" She offers a teasing smirk, "Or are you just worried that the blonde currently sleeping in your bed might overhear our conversation?"
The unnerving accuracy of her presumption causes me to overfill one of the mugs, and I curse quietly under my breath, grabbing a cloth to hastily mop up the mess.
"How do you know about that?" I demand, my voice edgy as I internally curse myself again for so easily revealing the answer.
"Hook accosted me on the way over," She explains, taking the offered mug from me with a grateful nod. "He said that Emma didn't return home last night and asked me if I knew whether she'd stayed with you."
I wince at the thought of unintentionally hurting the pirate. While I've never much liked the overly arrogant man, he's done enough good while here in Stroybrooke to at least warrant some respect. "Was he mad?" I ask.
She takes a sip of her drink and shakes her head, "No, more concerned for your welfare actually."
"And what did you tell him?"
"I said that I accidentally stumbled upon you both naked and writhing together on the floor of your vault…" I choke on my coffee, and she laughs heartily at the sound of my spluttering. "Bloody hell, Regina what do you think I said? I told him that I hadn't seen you but considering you weren't well and his girlfriend is the saviour, it would probably be a safe bet to assume that you were both together."
She pauses to watch me carefully soap a stain from my crisp white shirt, "Though judging from your rejuvenated appearance I'd say my first guess was more accurate…"
My eyes shoot up to meet hers, "What are you talking about?"
"You don't look anywhere near as exhausted as you did yesterday," She replies, gesturing to my smart, professional appearance. "Therefore I can only conclude that you didn't get much sleep!"
I feel flustered, embarrassed by her comment though I have no known reason too. Emma and I have nothing to be ashamed of and yet the knowledge that we would, given different circumstances, plays heavily on my mind.
"I wasn't…we didn't…" I stumble over my words, unable to articulate my defence. Now that Zelena has put the thought in my head it's all I can think about, and the mental images are as arousing as they are distracting.
"It wasn't like that," I finally manage, "Yes, she stayed, but nothing happened!"
"So you didn't see Thanatos?"
I sigh in frustration and stop trying to remove the stubborn stain from one of my favourite shirts, concluding that a change of attire will be required before I return to the vault.
"I did, but he couldn't drain my life force as much as he did the first time because…" The embarrassment returns, "I had a magical shield protecting me."
"A shield?" She asks, suitably impressed, "That's genius. What made you think of that?"
I turn to the counter to add milk to my coffee, a perfect excuse to avoid eye contact once more, "I didn't," I tentatively admit, "The shield was Emma's."
Behind me, I hear Zelena's surprised gasp and feel my entire body tense. Who knew that talking to your sister about your love life could be so mortifying? Taking a deep breath, I pluck up my courage and turn to face her, head on.
"I fell asleep in her arms and somehow her magic reached out to me," I inform, uncertain why I'm suddenly so desperate to explain myself. "She protected me, but she doesn't know what she's done."
The red head blinks, stunned, "Well that's something!" She protests.
"What?"
"You said nothing happened," She explains, her smile turning into a playful smirk, "That's something. It's not every day one gets to fall asleep in the arms of the person they've been lusting after for several years."
I flush a deep shade of pink, "I haven't been…"
"Don't even finish that sentence, sis," She interjects, raising a finger in silent warning, "You know what lying did to Pinocchio!"
I clench my jaw, irritated at the fun she appears to be having at my expense. As a child a longed for a sister to play with, to confide in, now I'm beginning to see the benefits of being an only child!
Realising that my patience is slowly thinning, she casually flips her long hair over her shoulder and kindly ceases her torment. "So did Emma completely protect you?"
"Not completely," I reply, stifling a yawn at the thought, "I'm tired and a little sore today…"
"Ooh don't say that to the One-handed Wonder…" She gives me a cheeky wink and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, completely unable to resist the urge to tease.
I give her a long-suffering glare, "…But I'm not as drained and I don't feel exhausted," I finish, ignoring her overtly sexual connotations.
"So you just need to convince Emma to sleep with you every night?" She concludes, and I can tell by the tone of her voice that she's not done teasing me yet. She shrugs, "Should be easy, just dig out one of your old leather outfits and flash her a glimpse of that fantastic cleavage!"
"You're not amusing!"
She pouts, "Not just a little bit?" When I shake my head she breaks into a wicked grin, "Oh come on, I'm your big sister. I missed an entire childhood of getting to tease you mercilessly!"
"At least one thing went in my favour back then," I sass, without any real conviction.
Zelena and I have certainly had our ups and downs over the last few years – mostly downs if I'm being completely honest – but underneath the hurt of our past and our constantly conflicting personalities, lies true affection. She may annoy the hell out of me, but I'd never wish her gone for good.
"Is there any chance we can use this connection you have with Emma to actually help you fight Thanatos?" She wonders, her tone turning serious as she finally switches her focus to the problem at hand.
"No!" I bark, regretting my abrupt response when her eyes widen in surprise, "I mean, that's what I've been avoiding."
Her eyes narrow suspiciously and I realise that once again, I've said more than intended, "What you've been avoiding?" She carefully repeats, "Regina, what aren't you telling me?"
I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling the beginnings of a headache, "Emma and I share dreams," I confess, aware that I can't conceal the truth any longer, "lucid ones. We haven't been doing it for very long but when we're asleep we're able to talk with as much awareness as we do in the waking world."
"Ooh sexy!"
I glare at her again, "It's not like that…" I inform, my brow creasing slightly at the memory of a very vivid, sexual, dream encounter. "…at least most of the time it isn't!"
Thankfully the comment slips by unnoticed.
"So how does she remain unaware of Thanatos?" She asks, confusion marring her features.
I sigh, "He's stopped my ability to invite her to my dreams. We can only meet if she calls me to hers."
"What if she chose to come to yours?"
"I hadn't thought about that," I reply, briefly considering the possibility before rejecting it just as fast, "but it doesn't matter because it isn't happening!"
Though I now have proof that Emma and I are stronger together, this is still a fight that I'm unwilling to allow the blonde to join. Thanatos has already tricked me once, and I would never forgive myself if I endangered Emma's life by giving him the opportunity to do so again.
Zelena doesn't agree with me, however.
"Regina, that's ridiculous," She argues, all traces of humour draining from her voice. "Even Emma admitted that your magic was stronger together…"
I raise a hand to silence her on the subject, "It isn't happening!" I firmly reiterate.
"Okay, okay, don't get your royal panties in a twist," She replies, smiling smugly, "You're just going to have to use my plan then aren't you?"
I feel a swell of hope, a fierce pride that my sister didn't let me down in her quest to find a way to save me, "You've got something? From Rumple?"
"No," She scoffs, dismissing the idea with a wave of her hand, "the only thing he's concerned with is saving his precious, Belle. This is my idea; you can thank me with babysitting when it's all over."
Happy at the thought of spending more time with my niece, I lean forward, "So what is this amazing plan?"
Her smile turns devious, "To challenge him!"
I frown, uncertain as to whether or not she's being serious, "Didn't I already do that?"
"Yes, you challenged him," She replies with an exaggerated sigh, "But you didn't specify a place and you didn't specify how. He took advantage of that by choosing to fight you in his world, so even things up by making it physical, not magical!"
My interest piqued, I take a step closer to her, "What do you propose?" I ask.
She grins, "A duel," Her eyes drift pointedly across to the knife block next to the cooker, "Enchanted Forest style."
"A sword fight?"
She nods, "You're trained aren't you?"
I learned during the early years of my reign, when my magic was unpredictable and the forest was overrun with bandits and would be assassins, but I haven't so much as looked at a sword since my squabble with Snow during the spell of Shattered Sight, and what little of it I do remember is patchy at best.
"Of course," I reply, sounding far more confident than I feel.
She shrugs, "Then there's your way to win."
In fairness, it's a sound plan, and one, that if I brush up on my sword skills, might actually work. Mentally scheduling a practice session for later this afternoon, I begin to feel my hope and confidence return.
I smirk, "I always knew there was a reason I had a, sister."
"Indeed," She replies, wrapping her arm around my shoulder to guide me towards the door. "Breakfast at Granny's? I don't know about you but I'm starving, and I promise we'll run and hide in the bathroom if your blonde sheriff should happen to drop by on her way to work."
I allow her that last little dig - after all she may well have just saved my life - and change my shirt with a magical wave of my hand. Grabbing my keys, I follow her out of the door.
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Fade. Advance. Advance. Lunge. Attack. Pommel. Retreat.
I try to remember the simple instructions that the head of my guard once shouted out to me in the training yard of the Dark Palace. Surprisingly, the well-practiced techniques quickly return. Like riding a bike, one never truly forgets how to sword fight. It's an instinct, a reflex, and back in the Enchanted Forest, it was a means of survival.
I carefully move around the stationary training dummy that I magicked to my vault, and aim a precision strike to the centre of the circle painted on its chest. Not many people know this – mainly because I'm always known to attack with my magic – but I excel at this type of physical combat and I always have. If Thanatos thinks that this battle is already won, then he's got another thing coming when he invades my dreams tonight.
"Regina…" Emma stops short at the bottom of the stairs to my vault, frowning at the makeshift training ground and the blade that I'm expertly wielding in my hand. "What are you doing?"
I pause in the midst of another attack and relax my shoulders, rolling my eyes at the unwanted arrival of the one person I've been trying to avoid all day. If I could have just got through tonight without seeing her, then all of this would be over and I wouldn't have to lie to her anymore.
As usual, fate seems to have a different idea.
"Practising," I reply, wiping the sweat from my upper lip with the back of my hand.
She takes in my appearance, her eyes raking over the tight work-out pants and sports bra that I'm wearing, before coming to a stop at my high, neat ponytail that perfectly matches her own.
"For what?" She replies, her eyes filled with the sort of hunger that makes my thighs clench.
"What does it look like, Miss Swan," I reply holding my sword up for emphasis, "a chess tournament?"
She ignores my biting sarcasm and fully steps into the room, "Who are you fighting?"
My gaze shifts uneasily from hers and I turn my attention to the dummy, "It's none of your concern."
"Like hell it isn't!" She shouts, stepping closer still as her anger rises. "Your heart starts ripping the town in two, you hide out in your vault, you've been ill the last few days and last night you ran out on me in the middle of a dream."
She pauses to suck in a breath and I open my mouth to respond but she cuts me off before I get the chance, "I'm sick of your bullshit excuses and I'm not leaving until I have answers," She demands.
Having never appreciated being told what to do, I dismiss her show of dominance by gesturing to the couch that has been pushed against the far wall while I train, "Then get comfortable," I inform, "because you're going to be waiting a very long time."
She folds her arms across her chest, signalling that she has no intention of going anywhere, and I can almost hear the internal stomp of her foot. "I have been searching everywhere for you," She shouts, her expression one of fierce determination, "and all you can tell me is to get comfortable?"
When my only reply is a nonchalant shrug, she steps into my personal space and squares up to me in a way that she hasn't since her first few months in this town. "If you want to fight someone, Regina, fight me," She boldly challenges, "because I have had just about all I can take of your stubborn, ignorant, arrogance!"
With a wave of my hand the dummy disappears and another sword appears in my non-dominant hand. I offer it to her with a raised eyebrow, and her eyes widen comically in surprise.
"You're serious?" She asks, taking the proffered weapon and testing its weight.
I nod once, "Beat me and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
She swings her blade in a perfect imitation of her father and drops into a relaxed, fighting stance, "You do realise I'm a Charming, right?" She grins, speaking the name as if that in itself is something to fear.
I drop into my own stance and we slowly begin to circle one another, "Yes, dear," I goad, playfully, "It shines through in your stupidity!"
She pauses momentarily to shuck out of her leather jacket. Now, dressed only in her thin tank top, her pronounced biceps flex and pull at every swing of her blade. I force my lustful gaze elsewhere, the pleasant distraction an untimely one given the circumstances.
We continue to circle around each other for a few minutes, each weighing up the unexpected threat of her opponent, until finally, Emma attacks. I block it with my own blade, and we parry for several seconds until the blonde eventually retreats.
"What's going on, Regina?" She asks again, carefully timing the precision of her next strike, "And I want the truth…"
This time it's me who drops my shoulder and lunges into an attack, but her reflexes are quick and she cleverly jumps back out of me reach.
"You haven't won yet," I reply, breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath.
"But I will," She counters, taking advantage of my brief rest to press forward once more. Our swords meet mid-air but she has the slight edge with her physical strength, "We both know that…" I pivot away from what is sure to be a winning attack, and swiftly move around the back of her, swatting her perfect derriere with the blade of my sword as I pass, "…ow!"
I chuckle darkly at my small triumph, "Vanity doesn't suit you, dear."
Frowning, she turns to confront me and we face off once more, "When did you get so good at this?" She grumbles.
My chuckle turns into a full scale laugh, "I've been sword fight since before you were born," I reply.
"So you're old," She quips, feinting another strike to match her verbal one, "I'd hardly call that a reason to gloat!"
I grin, having heard worse insults from the uneducated peasant children of the Enchanted Forest, "With age comes experience, Sheriff," I swiftly reply.
"Tell me why you're doing this?" She demands, grunting in frustration as I deflect yet another one of her attacks.
If I wasn't gaining such cruel pleasure from watching her continued struggle, I'd probably tell her not to glance in the direction of her attack a second before she makes her move.
I raise a questioning eyebrow, "Beating you?" I taunt, "I find it quite amusing!"
"Why are you practicing?"
Her question throws me off guard, distracting me for long enough to allow her attack to almost make contact. I jump back at the last second however, and issue the vaguest response possible.
"It's always good to be prepared."
"Prepared for what?"
As if to prove my point I lunge forward into an attack. She blocks the initial strike and the resulting movement sends us into another, longer parry.
"A fight of course!" I reply, forcing the words out between laboured breaths.
Our swords lock and we begin pushing against each other, our faces reddening against the exertion.
"Why did my hand go straight through you in our dream?" She demands, as headstrong as her father in her determination to win.
When I feel her superior strength begin to gain the upper hand, I unlock our swords and push her away from me to regroup, "I don't know."
"You're lying!"
"I'm not," I reply, more than aware that it's one of the few questions that remains unanswered, "I have my suspicions but it's hardly fact."
She drops back into her fighting stance, "So what's your suspicion?"
I circle around her, "Next question, Miss Swan."
"You are the most infuriating person that I've ever met!" She growls, swinging her sword again and planning her next attack.
Coming from Emma Swan, I see that as nothing other than an achievement. "I'll take that as a compliment," I grin.
"Why are you doing this?" She asks, still refusing to drop the subject despite a lack of any real answers.
She attacks again and we fall into another energetic parry, but she gains the upper hand when she begins to use her strength and begins to force me backwards.
"What's going on?" She demands, backing me into a corner both physically and verbally, "Why can't you just answer me, goddamn it!"
"Because I'm trying to protect you!" I shout, the truth ripping from me in an explosion of frustration.
Her muscles instantly become slack and she stops pushing, giving me the opportunity to shove her roughly backwards and away.
"You're…what!?" She asks, the fight draining from her limbs as my words sink in.
I close my eyes, silently cursing my slip of the tongue. Taking a deep, calming breath, I open them again, "It doesn't matter," I reply, "not now. I've done what I set out to do."
"Which is what?" She demands, not missing a single beat. When I refuse to respond she raises her voice once more, "Regina, answer me!"
I can tell by the fire in her eyes that she won't be satisfied with anything less than the truth, or at least an abbreviated version of it.
"Hook was in danger," I finally admit, confident that if I give her this then it will sate her curiosity for now, "I saved him. I wanted to make sure you got your happy ending." I shake my head, refusing to reveal anything more, "It doesn't matter."
Her expression falls, the sword falling limply to her side, "Killian was in danger?" She repeats, her concern only outweighed by her natural instinct to protect. "From who? I don't understand!"
"Then it's a good job you don't have too!"
Green eyes flick up to challenge me, "Regina!" She barks, and I can tell from her tone that's she's looking for a more informative explanation. It's one that I'm not willing to give.
"That's all I'm telling you, Miss Swan," I state, straightening my back to stare her down, "Take it or leave it."
We stand there in a silent stand-off, both out of breath and dripping with sweat. The tension between us has risen to new heights, fuelled by our disagreement and the burning desire that sparked to life the moment we began to spar.
Her intense gaze falters under the building pressure, and a look of realisation flickers over her face, quickly followed by a glimpse of fear. She looks me up and down, "Are you in danger?"
I try not to think of my impending duel with Thanatos, and try to think of a response that won't trip her so called superpower,"From tiring of this conversation?" I smirk, pleased that my never-ending sarcasm has saved me again. "Certainly! Now are we talking, or sparring?"
I raise my sword to initiate the fight once more, but her hand comes out to halt my upward movement, "Are you in danger?"
I sigh heavily, warmed by her concern but irritated all the same. I look her square the eyes, "No!"
Thankfully my lie escapes detection and for now, she appears content that whatever untold force threatened the life of her pirate, is long gone.
I choose that exact moment to distract her from the conversation, determined to wipe all thought of uncovering further information from her mind. Launching myself off the wall, I throw myself into an attack which only pure instinct and quick reflexes allow her to block.
We start another parry, this one more intense than the others, and I quickly gain the position of power. Catching her on the back foot, I start to force her backwards in the same way she just did me. She stops abruptly when her back comes into contact with the opposite wall.
"Your amazing!"
At first I think the declaration is a clever ploy, a way to catch me off guard and regain her position, but then I look at her and see that she's not even paying attention to the fight anymore. Her entire focus is centred on me.
I smirk, certain that she's referring to the position of submission that I've expertly manoeuvred her into, "I'm surprised you expect any less of a former queen!" I quip smugly.
She shakes her head, "No…I mean…whatever you did to save Killian - for me - thank you." Her eyes sub-consciously flick down to my chest, and she reaches up to press her free hand gently against my breastbone, over my rapidly beating heart, "It doesn't have anything to do with your problem does it?"
My breath catches in my throat, my skin heating under her affectionate touch, "No," I reply.
Her eyes move back to mine, searching, "Then why did you do it?"
I swallow sharply, scrambling for the right words to respond when I realise that she already gave me them last night.
My expression softens as I relay her words from our dream back to her, but their meaning is no less sincere, "Emma, when are you going to realise that I would do anything for you?" I reply on a breath.
A beat passes between us, and then her lips are on mine. The kiss is hot and desperate, everything all our other kisses have been but this time there's something more lurking just underneath. A deeper, more meaningful emotion.
I collapse against her, sinking into the warmth of her body and we both moan in the heat of our shared need. The hand she'd placed over my heart curls into the top of my sports bra, pulling me closer, and all the moisture in my body instantly rushes south.
But before I can fully relax, that niggling feeling of doubt begins to creep back in. I promised that I wouldn't do this. I said that I'd give her the time she needs to make her decision.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss, fighting the urge to reclaim her lips when her mouth instinctively follows mine.
"No, stop," I gasp, my breath hot against her face, "We can't!"
"Yes, we can," She replies, trailing soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck. "I want this. We both want this."
I growl low in my throat and tilt me head to side, allowing her more access to my sensitive skin. The feel of her lips causes my hairs to stand on end and a delicious shiver to run down my spine. I don't think I've ever been this instantly aroused before.
But somehow, reason still seems to make itself known through the heady fog of lust, "But Hook…" I protest, the rest of the sentence dying on a loud moan as she nips at particularly erogenous area.
"Is a great man," She replies, her mouth never leaving my skin, "and I care about him." She brings her head back up and presses another kiss to the end of my nose, "But Gina…" green eyes burn into mine, "It's always been you!"
Her admission knocks down the final barrier keeping us apart and I drop my sword, ignoring the loud clatter as it hits the ground. Grabbing the hem of her tank top, I pull it up and over her head, distantly registering the sound of her own weapon as she hastily discards it next to mine.
Tossing the tank top to the floor, I support my weight with an arm placed on either side of her head, and press the entire length of my torso against hers. She leans back into the wall, pulling me with her as she crashes her lips back to mine.
I moan at the bodily contact, out sweat slick bodies sliding against each other as our tongues begin a duel of their own. My entire body feels alive, responsive to her every touch, and I just want to forget the upcoming fight and lose myself in her for a while.
Red hot desire explodes through my body making every inch of skin tingle from the tips of ears to the end of my toes. I'd forgotten how good this felt, how strong the euphoric rush could be, and I can't prevent an unrestrained moan as a flood of arousal rushes to my core.
My knees buckle, and I feel strong hands at my hips, steady me. She smiles into our kiss and I bite down on her bottom lip to punish her smugness. At her delighted gasp I suck on the injury to soothe it, releasing it with a wet pop before plunging my tongue back into her waiting mouth. This time she moans, and it's a low, guttural sound that fuels my desire and tugs at my loins. My hand slips down to grasp her breast, but the baby blue lace of her bra prevents me from touching her in the way my body craves.
I give the strap a playful snap, and slowly pull her away from the wall. "Take it off," I instruct, my voice a low seductive drawl.
Without breaking eye contact she reaches behind her to unsnap the back, and the garment falls forward and off her shoulders. I press a chaste kiss to her lips as she shrugs it off and when I pull back, I get my first real look at the beauty that now stands before me.
The toned muscles of her abdomen quiver in anticipation, and her pale skin is exposed and eager for my touch. My mouth waters at the display of raw femininity, and for want of a better activity, my hands ball into fists at my sides.
"You're the beautiful one," I gasp, a response to her compliments of the night before.
She smiles timidly as I reach out to run the tips of my fingers across her shoulder, and I swallow thickly at the feel of her soft flesh. I follow the line of her collar bone from the end of her shoulder to the top of her sternum and stop, my eyes flicking up to lock with hers.
Her pupils dilate, green irises turning almost black with arousal, and in that moment I fail to remember a single reason why I fought so hard to prevent this.
A wicked smirk forms on my lips and like a phoenix from the flames, I feel my old self roar back into life. With a suggestive wink, I slide my finger teasingly down the centre of her cleavage and feel her breathing slow as she tries to hold firm to the last of her restraint.
This is sweet torture for her, and I thrive on the power it gives me. Seduction is a simple game that when played right, can bring royalty to its knees. Luckily for Princess Emma, I am its master.
I slowly begin to circle around her, and when I'm stood at her back, I begin to trail wet kisses down the side of her neck. She throws her head back, panting hotly, but when she turns her head to capture my lips with her own, I pull back playfully and press my body tight against her. The flesh of her back pimples under my touch, and I encircle my arms around her waist to slide them up her abdomen and cup her breasts in my hands.
She groans at the touch, her back arching delightfully into me as I begin to knead the supple flesh in my hands. When my fingers tweak her taut nipples she cries out, reaching back to grab my thighs.
"God, Regina," She pants, the tone of her voice pulling low at my abdomen, "If you don't hurry up I think I'm going to explode."
Her breathy whisper causes the throb of arousal inside me to increase tenfold and I bite back on a moan, refusing to acknowledge that my tiny grip on control is slowly slipping away.
Leaving one hand to lazily tease her breast, I slide the other down her abdomen, past her belly button, to snap the button on her jeans. Her breath hitches, and her head falls back to rest on my shoulder when I deftly slip it inside the waistband.
I cup her over her panties, and she bites her lip and thrusts into my hand. She feels divine. Warm, wet and entirely mine. I'm just about to breach the final barrier separating me from the very core of her, when she snatches at my wrist and pulls my hand away.
Spinning in my arms, she crushes her lips against mine. In a move that has me panting for air, she grabs my ass, grinding our pelvises together. With a rush of maddening desire, the game is over, and I just want to feel her against me – inside me – as fast as humanly possible.
I break the kiss, running my tongue down her neck to capture a perfect nipple in my mouth. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me harder against her, and without a word of warning, she flips me to the soft rug beneath.
Now on top of me, she hastily removes my shoes, pants and panties before casting me a devilish grin. "My turn," She whispers, and buries her tongue between my thighs.
"Emma!" I cry out, shocked by the speed of her actions but desperate to feel that talented mouth working against my aching core. "Oh fuck…that feels…it feels so good!"
I grasp at the faux fur beneath me and arch my hips into her, searching for blessed release. Her tongue traces teasing patterns. Up and down, left and right, but never anywhere for long enough to sate my desire. I groan involuntarily, certain that I might die from the need of her, and clasp my hand over my eyes, "Please!"
She chuckles against me and pulls away, sliding up my body until we're face to face. When she presses a chaste kiss against my lips, I taste myself, and the thought sends a surge of heat straight to my neglected core.
"I'll satisfy yours if you satisfy mine," She growls, thrusting down and into me once more.
Beyond rational thought, I wrap my leg around her hip and flip us over so that I'm the one on top. Running a hand up the inside of her thigh, I slide it past the waistband of her jeans, push aside her panties, and feeling more impatient than usual, thrust two fingers deep inside her.
"Fuck!" She cries, grinding down to meet me thrust for thrust, "Straight to point, I like that."
Determined to share the sensation, I'm not surprised when I feel her hand slide back between my thighs and her thumb brushing over my clit. I cry out, laughing at the intense pleasure her touch brings.
Mirroring my actions, she penetrates me deeply with two fingers, rubbing insistently against my front wall until my eyes roll back and my toes curl.
"Yes, right there," I plead, no longer caring who has the upper hand in this intense tryst.
We quickly find a mutual rhythm that allows us to thrust in tandem and she wraps an around me, forcing me to lay flush against her. I bring our lips together but this time the kiss is sloppy, more a combination of harsh pants and loud groans then any real contact.
I give an extra hard thrust and Emma gasps, laughing into the mating of our mouths. "Oh Gina you're good," She groans, extending the sound when I press the heel of my hand to her clit, "God, you're amazing!"
Rational thought is lost to me after that and a blinding flash of pleasure rushes through me. It heightens the pressure between my legs until at last, it explodes into a tiny thousand pieces. I feel her muscles contract around my fingers and with a loud moan, know that she has reached the same heart stopping peak as I.
Reality slowly creeps back in and exhausted, I collapse on top of her a panting, sweaty mess. Beneath me, I feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she slowly comes down from her high.
Utterly spent, I look at her, and suddenly remember Zelena's early teasing about finding us naked and writhing on the floor. I collapse into a fit of euphoric giggles, and without even knowing the source of my amusement, Emma clutches me tightly to her, and promptly joins in.
