Emma

This woman drives me crazy, how this is even possible, I can not imagine with the best will in the world. Just yesterday I met you after my son suddenly stood in front of my door and persuaded me to accompany him home. At first I had been unsure and nervous when I came face to face with his adoptive mother. She had dark brown, almost shoulder-length hair and wore a gray dress. She had seemed hurt and a little scared at first, understandable considering that her son had tracked me down and she had now come face to face with his birth mother. Regina had then asked me if I wanted to drink a glass of the best cider and so I followed her into the villa. After a few exchanged words, something changed and the previously vulnerable looking woman became a threatening looking queen. At that moment, my own insecurity was blown away and I switched into battle mode inside. An incredible tension had built up between us and I didn't know how it had gotten out of control so quickly, but from then on I was pretty sure that we would clash many more times.

A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts and there she is again, standing in front of me with a basket of dark red apples in front of her body. Confused, I look at her.

Regina

I stand restlessly in front of Emma Swan's door and try to get a clear head. A number of emotions are building up inside me and if I don't want to jump down her throat right away, I have to calm down. I have to stop myself from just ripping this woman's heart out of her chest and crushing it into dust. If I harmed a single hair on her head, Henry would never forgive me, and that's why I have to control myself. And yet I wonder if Henry is the only reason to spare Emma's life. There is something about her that fascinates me in some way. Maybe she wasn't intimidated when I confronted her with my typical threatening manner, maybe not, I just don't know and it frustrates me. Shaking my head, I pull myself together and knock on the door, and shortly afterwards she opens the door and looks at me in confusion. Shortly I hesitate to speak, while I look at my counterpart from top to bottom. From the long blond slightly curly hair to your white top, which does not cover the black straps of her bra to your tight jeans, which flatters your figure quite. Confused about my behavior, I begin to speak.

Did you know that the Honey Crisp is the strongest and most resistant of all apple trees? It survives temperatures as low as -5 degrees and continues to grow cheerfully. It defies every storm."

She looks at me, still confused, with one hand on the door and in the other a coffee mug, while I continue talking, "I have one that I have been caring for since I was a child and to this day I have not eaten anything more delicious than its ripe fruit."

I take one of the apples I brought from the basket, put on a smile and hold it out to her.

Thank you," she replies, releasing her hand from the door and accepting the apple with an uncertain smile.

Our hands touch, which makes me look at her hand and I notice that the color of her nail polish is similar to that of the apples. A beautiful sight I think and imagine that my hand would lie in yours and she pulls me to her. Stop I say to myself and pull my hand back and hold the whole basket out to her, whereupon she raises an eyebrow questioningly. They will sweeten your ride home a little," I say.

Her questioning look dissolves, instead she looks at me seriously and says, "I wanted to stay a little longer".

In a split second I feel joy, fear, anger and annoyance, which finally wins out and I provocatively say, "Is this really such a good idea? Henry has enough problems without you confusing him".

With all due respect, Mrs. Mayor, the fact that you have threatened me twice in the last 12 hours only encourages me to stay," she replies, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

Since when are apples a threat?" I want to know, though I am more composed than I feel.

"I can read between the lines" she replies, shrugging her shoulders, and adds quietly

"I'm sorry, I just want Henry to be okay."

I can see that she genuinely cares and means well, but I can't help but provoke her further.

He's fine, he and his problems are in very good hands".

What does that mean?" she asks me.

It means he is in therapy, everything is under control, believe me Miss Swan, only one of us knows what is best for Henry" I say firmly.

Yes, I guess you could be right," she replies.

We look at each other in silence until I notice that the tension is building up again, a tingling in my abdomen becomes noticeable and I interrupt the silence, "Better you go now".

"Or what?" she provokes me and then bites her lower lip.

Don't underestimate me, Miss Swan, you have no idea what I'm capable of," I threaten her and am glad that my mind still seems to function halfway.

Prove it!" she asks me while her gaze darkens. Do I see lust and desire in her eyes?

I decide to take my chances as I notice that I am getting wet. There is nothing against playing with her before I then get rid of you. Determined, I walk towards her, letting the door fall into the lock behind me before my hand wraps around Emma's neck and I press her against the dresser behind her. For a moment I look alternately into her eyes and at her lips, until I bridge the distance and press my lips decisively against hers. She draws in a sharp breath before she begins to return my demanding kiss.

My grip around your neck strengthens, making you moan, which I immediately use to advance into your mouth with my tongue. A battle for dominance begins, which I am about to win, until I feel your hand on my thigh drive up and even a moan can not prevent. She directs me further and further back until I can feel the wall in my back.

I feel Emma's hand move away from my thigh and rest against my cheek while the other gets lost in my hair. My hand, as if of its own accord, comes away from her neck and rests against her waist, letting it slowly travel up under the white top and slip it over her blonde curls. I realize that I have long lost control and I fear that this will not remain a game for me. Long-lost feelings come over me, they overwhelm me and trigger a shock wave that seems to reach beyond both of us into the wide world. Meanwhile, we wear only underwear and my hands wander to the closure of your bra, open it without further ado and the annoying fabric now also finally lands somewhere on the ground.

I begin to gently caress your chest and circle your nipple until it becomes hard and replaced my hand with my lips. I gently circle your nipple with my tongue until it is hard and switch to the other breast. Then we kiss again and our tongues fight again for dominance, which I win this time. I put my hand between your legs, take off your panties and feel the heat radiating from your center. I put a finger to your heated, wet center, stroke delicately over your bud and then let it slide slowly into her. She moans, closes her eyes and claws one hand into my hair, while the other claws into my back. Shortly after, I add a second finger. Emma's breathing is now very irregular. I move my fingers inside her, penetrating her again and again, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, until she no longer returns the kiss and instead moans again and again. I begin to kiss her neck, take a third finger to it and notice with satisfaction how her body writhes under my touches. It will not be long before you reach your climax, which is why I now additionally spoil your clit with my thumb. Emma reaches her climax shortly after, which makes her entire body quiver. She leans her head exhausted against my shoulder and I lovingly stroke her back until her body has recovered and she pulls me into another kiss. At the same time she moves me away from the wall to her bed, pushes me onto it and lies down on top of me. She looks deep into my eyes and I realize that she has also become aware that this closeness would be the beginning of a new life. A smile comes to my lips and I kiss her again, while her hand moves down my body. Her fingers penetrate me and it doesn't take too long before I come too. We kiss again long and intensively and then lie down exhausted next to each other. I cover us up, then lay my head on your chest and listen to your racing heartbeat and your still irregular breathing before I finally fall asleep happily.

I recently found this not yet published OS and hope you enjoyed my OS about Emma and Regina, feedback would be appreciated of course.

Kind regards

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