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Chapter 9
Giving Up and Holding Tight
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After a very long moment, Regina stood up, taking Emma's hand in her own.
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
The blonde followed her without a word, holding her hand tight. As they arrived in front of the guest room, the brunette felt like the back of her skull was burning. She closed her eyes, praying for it not to be what she feared. This wasn't the moment. Emma was a mess, she was exhausted, they both craved for acceptance and understanding, this couldn't be good.
And indeed, as she turned around, she found Emma's green eyes starring at her intensely. She could feel the heat coming from the blonde's body and slowly felt her own blood starting to warm. Emma's right eye lost a forgotten tear and Regina wiped it away with her thumb. The sheriff leaned in the touch, making the brunette's hand stay were it was.
"This is a bad idea," Regina whispered.
"I know."
Regina couldn't get herself to pull away and Emma was standing there frozen. It would just be for a night. Things hadn't implode when they had kissed, this would be OK. Just this once.
It was her who started the kiss, capturing Emma's lower lip. The second their skin touched she felt the warmth of her blood turning to fire. She wanted this and needed it. Emma wrapped her hand around her waist and pulled their bodies against each other. Regina slipped her fingers in the golden hair, pressing there lips harder, burning at the sound of Emma's moan. A tongue tickled her lower lip and she opened her mouth immediately, tasting the blonde for the first time.
She felt her back being pressed against the wall and started to look for the handle. She couldn't trust her legs to hold her if the stayed there, so she pulled Emma into the guest room. The blonde didn't miss a beat, recapturing her mouth as soon as the door was closed. She grabbed the brunette's butt fiercely, making her moan in pleasure.
Regina grabbed the edge of Emma's pullover and took it off of her in one swift move. The blonde was less delicate. She basically ripped off her shirt, sending the button flying across the room. Regina couldn't care less. She hadn't expected Emma so passionate, so hungry for her, and she loved it. The blonde had admitted being scared out of her mind and yet she was pushing her on the bed, climbing on top of her with that fire in her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Emma asked, taking Regina by surprise.
The former queen smiled, gently caressing Emma's check.
"Yes," she whispered. "Are you?"
"I'm not sure about anything anymore. I was straight two weeks ago..."
"We can stop."
"I don't want to stop."
Emma crashed down, making their lips collided almost painfully. It didn't take her half a second to get back to that burning inferno and Regina was glad for it. Pillow talks had never been her strong suit.
The kiss was passionate but Emma's hand didn't wonder very far from Regina's face and neck. The blonde didn't seem to dare.
"Touch me," Regina encouraged her, setting an example by grabbing one of Emma's breast and squeezing it tight.
The blonde gasped but her fingers barely dared touching the fabric of Regina's bra. The former queen switched tactics. Using a bit of magic, she pushed Emma on the side, making her fall flat on her back. She then climbed on top, savoring the sight of the exposed savor looking at her with a mix of fear and lust. Regina made her nails scratch their way down Emma's breast and the blonde let out a gasp of pleasure. The former queen took the opportunity to magically remove Emma's bra, exposing the hard nipples pointing at her. Before the blonde could even have time to feel embarrassed, she dropped her mouth and caught the pink flesh between her teeth.
"Regina..." the woman beneath her gasped as she arched back to push more of herself in the queen's mouth.
She sucked and nipped and bit Emma's breast, letting her hands roam around the blondes waist and neck. The hard nipples felt good and soft under her tongue. She could Her Emma enjoying this, her hands in Regina's hair, her skin covered in goosebumps despite the heat. Regina kissed her stomach, slowly making her way down, undoing the blonde jeans. This time she didn't use any magic, puling the pants off with one expert movement. She felt Emma tense a little and climbed back up, sitting on her waist, kissing her softly. The sheriff tangled her hands Regina's dark hair and the brunette moan. She would have what she wanted, Emma just needed some guidance.
Without stopping the kiss, the former queen made one of her hands caress its way down to the blonde's underwear. She didn't slip it in at first, rubbing Emma through the fabric. The blonde pressed into her palm, rocking against it to increase the touch.
"You're so wet..."
Emma didn't answer, gasping as Regina's teeth attacked her neck. At the same time the brunette slipped her hand in her sex, splitting it open with one finger before finding the blonde's clit. Emma cried out, removing all doubt about her ability to come without being properly fucked. But Regina had no intention of doing things half way.
She repositioned herself, placing Emma's legs around her waist. Without thinking of it she magically removed her skirt and every bit of underwear left on any of them. The started tracing circles around Emma's pearl, making the blonde tense and arch underneath her. Emma's magic started filling the room. Vibrating all around them.
"Wait. Wait!"
"Emma hush. It's OK. I'm stronger than you. I won't let you hurt me."
Regina dropped a sweet kiss on the woman's lips, making sure Emma was looking at her.
"Just let it go. Break the entire room if you want. Nothing can get out of here and I won't let you hurt me."
They kissed again, but for the first time it was slow and tender. Regina stayed there, not moving, until she was sure Emma was ready for the next round. After breaking the kiss and bringing her teeth back the the blonde's neck, she carefully started working on Emma's sex again. She traced circles around the swollen clit, making it slip between her fingers and teasing it with her thumb. Suddenly a lamp flew across the room, exploding again a wall.
"Is it me that's making you feel like that?" Regina teased to make Emma relax.
"Fuck me..." the blonde moaned.
"Sorry? I didn't hear you, dear."
"Fuck me, Regina. Just fuck me."
Regina plunged two finger in the woman and the window broke, it's glass only holding up thanks to the spell. The brunette started rocking her hole body above Emma, making her fingers come in and out of the slippery entrance.
"Yes. Yes, don't stop. Oh my..."
Emma grabbed Regina's hair like a lifeline, her entire body so tensed it felt rock hard. But she didn't come. She wasn't quite there yet. Regina increased the speed, fucking the blonde with her curled fingers. The bed started shaking, sending vibrations up her body, making her walls clench with pleasure. Emma's moans were filling the hair. Her pussy was slamming against Regina's palm craving for more. The brunette kept biting and sucking her neck. She wanted to mark her. She wanted to hurt her. The blonde had ruined her life, stolen her happy ending, and now she was on her back moaning like a dirty tavern slut.
"Come for me, Emma. Fuck my fingers, you whore! Come for your Queen!"
Regina regretted the words the second they left the lips. But Emma arched back violently, her entire body hit by a wave of pleasure.
"Yes... Yes!"
The entire room shook violently. The door split in two. The bed cracked and vibrated like it was going to explode. Emma's nails dug in the brunette's back as Regina kept the fingers in action, fucking the savior all the way through her orgasm.
When the bed fell with a powerful thud and the rest of the furniture stopped moving, Regina caught her breath. Emma was starring blankly at her, looking like she had forgotten her own name.
"You tuned the entire room into a sex toy," Regina teased to hide her uneasiness.
"Like you're going to complain..."
Emma chuckled before pulling her into a deep and loving kiss. Regina allowed herself melt into it, brushing her sex against the other woman's thigh. She really, really needed her now. Fortunately, Emma didn't seem to want to wait before returning the favor. She sat up, forcing Regina on her laps. Her hand started wondering around on the brunettes body, massaging her thighs and garbing her ass.
Yet there was a tenderness in the moment, a care to please, that took Regina by surprise. Emma was nipping and kissing her lips gently, tasting her, while her hand traced two roads of fire on her skin. Regina's head was right above Emma's, their nose contently touching despite the occasional gasps for air. The brunette tangled her hands in the golden hair, deepening the kiss with a slow passion. She didn't want her release. She didn't want it to end. She felt warm, and desired, and absolutely right. There was nothing wrong here. No frozen wife, no forced marriage, no stolen heart. It was just her and Emma.
When the blonde traced a line down her stomach strait to the center of her pleasure, Regina felt the fire taking over. Tenderness was nice and all, but she needed this.
Emma cupped her sex and she started rocking against it, craving for more.
"Go ahead Emma. I need you to touch me. Really touch me."
"I..."
Regina interrupted her with a kiss. She knew, Emma was scared. She didn't want to hurt her. But the former queen had had enough of it. She wanted the blonde. She knew what risk she was taking.
After untangling her hand from Emma's hair, she slipped it between her legs, forcing the blonde's fingers to press against her. She could feel the magic radiating from Emma's hand, and it felt incredibly good, heating her skin and touching her in a way she didn't imagine possible. The sheriff finally took the hint and started circling her clit with her thumb, her other fingers teasing Regina's entrance.
"Like that?"
"Hummm... Yes. Yes, like that."
Regina had her forehead against Emma's, their noses brushing. She was rocking back and forth, pressing herself in the blonde's hand. A hesitating finger teased Regina's entrance, barely putting a knuckle in.
"Do it Emma. Fuck me."
The full length of the blonde finger entered her, touching the far end of her vagina.
"One more. Yes, like that. Hum... Just... Keep doing that."
Emma's fingers where pulling back and forth, curling each time they gently slipped out. Regina was way past the point of slow and gentle. She stared rocking herself on Emma's hand, imposing her rhythm. She arched back, feeling the inferno in her veins pulling on every muscle. Her own hands clasped behind Emma's neck to keep her balance as the hips fucked the blonde's fingers with a wet noise.
The other woman suddenly figured out how to multitask, her palm moving so that it pressed on Regina's clit with every thrust. The brunettes threw her head back with a loud, out of control moan.
"Oh yes! Fuck yes!"
Regina couldn't go any faster but Emma did that for her, trusting in and out. The brunette grabbed one of her beast, squeezing it tight in her hand. The sheriff took the hit and drooped her head to catch the other nipple in her teeth. Emma's mouth was worm and wet and sucking her hard. Emma's magic was sending waves of pleasure up her body, making her brain give up on anything but the growing, untamed tension in her body. All her walls few down, letting the Evil Queen out but it didn't matter. Regina, the Evil Queen, right now all they wanted was to be fucked senseless by the idiot beneath them that had no idea what magic she was working.
"Come for me, my Queen," Emma whisper against her tits. "Fuck yourself 'till you come."
That sent her over the edge. Regina cried out, plunging her nails in Emma's shoulders. The blonde wimped in pain but kept pushing her fingers in her, making her ride her orgasm all the way to the end.
Regina drooped her head on the blonde's shoulder, panting heavily, wondering what her last name was. What the fuck had just happened? Was Emma's magic really capable of that? Her walls were still clenching around Emma's immobile fingers, sending little waves of electricity in her stomach. But it was the blonde's words that had made her mind break. She had called her "my Queen" without the slightest trace of fear, or anger, or mockery. No one had ever done that. It was like a pet name. Like it wasn't her fault she was the queen.
"Stay..." Emma blew in her ear and Regina didn't find the strength to answer, simply nodding in silence.
The blonde pulled them back before starting a fight with the covers, one arm not leaving Regina's waist which wasn't making things easier. The brunette waved her hand and the covers appeared on top of them. They lay back, Regina still half on Emma's body. She stayed silent a long moment, just feeling the rhythm of the woman's breath, letting her brain regain consciousness.
She realized Emma had fallen asleep almost immediately, one arm under the brunette's head, the other around her waist. For a second, Regina though of leaving. Then she turned around and, with a bit of magic, made Emma roll on her side so that their bodies would be pressed against one another. The brunette pulled the blonde's arm up, making the cold hand press against on of her breasts. Not knowing if Emma had noticed the change of position, she closed her eyes.
Why had they waited so long to do that?