A/N: Hey Guys!
I know I initially said this was going to be a one-shot... oops. This chapter's a bit shorter than the last one, but there'll be more up (hopefully) soon!
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Here's chapter two!
Soon, Emma and Regina were heading up the stairs to Regina's bedroom. On the way, unable to separate for even a second, Emma undid the back of Regina's dress, and in one swift move Regina removed her arms, before reattaching them to Emma's neck and shaking herself out of her clothing.
Emma groaned at the sight of Regina's red underwear, and almost fell up the stairs as Regina took her hands away, and signalled for Emma to follow her. The second the women get upstairs, Emma begins, desperately, painfully, to grab for the zip just out of reach on her own back.
"Leave it to me, Miss Swan." Regina whispers in an almost-growl, before turning Emma around and pulling her dress down as slowly and softly as she can. The delay almost kills Emma, and she ends up dragging Regina backwards into her bedroom.
Once arriving in what she realises is an unknown room to her, Emma goes to turn to check where the bed is. "To the left," Regina instructs her, not allowing Emma's lips to leave her for a second. Emma felt the wooden edge of the bed behind her, and leaned herself back onto it, pulling Regina on top of her, now only underwear separating them. They continued to kiss, with Emma's hands in Regina's hair while Regina ran her fingers up and down Emma's toned stomach. Placing her feet on the ground, Regina pulled herself up slightly and sent a line of kisses from Emma's mouth down to the base of her stomach.
Regina looked up for a moment, and after seeing the look of pure, unadulterated lust on Emma's face smiled to herself. Without warning, Emma sat up, putting her muscular arms behind Regina's thighs and pulling her back onto the bed so she was sat on the blonde's lap. She took off Regina's red laced bra, threw it over a bed post and began to kiss Regina's breasts, biting one of her nipples firmly, which elicited a moan from the older woman's mouth.
Emma turned over, so Regina was underneath her, and for a few seconds gazed into her striking brown eyes. She went to stand up, and as she did Regina pulled herself to the top of the bed so she was lying down flat. Emma stood near the back of the bed, in front of her, and seductively removed her underwear piece by piece until she was standing with her body on full display.
"Well: what are you waiting for?" Regina questioned, her authoritative tone sending a warm gush throughout Emma's body.
"I'm waiting for you to fuck me… Queen." Regina had never heard anything that had such an effect on her as the voice Emma had used just then. It was dark, animalistic, and totally devoid of the sarcasm that she had became known for in the deepest corners of Regina's mind. As if sensing the effect she had had on Regina, who could wait no longer, Emma climbed over the end of the bed, kneeling with her legs either side of Regina's just below her knees. In one deft movement she pulled off Regina's remaining underwear, positioned her hands on Regina's hips and entered her tongue into her.
Regina moaned, and as Emma's tongue began to move around inside her, tension began to rise at the base of her spine. The touch of Emma's hands became explorative, grazing her fingers over Regina's stomach and thighs before one hand settled on her right thigh, and the other forefinger beginning to make circles around Regina's clit. Regina's breath hitched in her throat, and it was only a few moments before she came, with a scream of Emma's name.
That sound had made Emma close to climaxing herself, and she pulled herself up to place soft kisses onto Regina's mouth and neck.
"You've done this before." Regina smiled into her mouth. "My turn now." She pulled Emma so she was sat on her lap, and roughly allowed her fingers to enter her. Emma gasped, and she felt waves of pleasure sent in every direction. She began to writhe on Regina's lap, pushing her fingers further into her, and when Regina's other fingers pressed down hard on her clit, Emma came, throwing her head back and pushing her body onto Regina's.
Around fifteen minutes later, with the two women lying facing each other in bed, Emma was the first to speak.
"Well that was… unexpected." she snorted, and shot a grin at Regina.
"What can I say, even I enjoy surprises." Regina smiled back, before pulling Emma in for a tender kiss.
"What's the time?"
"Just after 1. You should probably be leaving; we wouldn't want Henry to worry." Regina sat up, and pulled her legs to her chest for a moment before setting them down again.
"Yeah you're right… David and Mary Margaret will already have enough questions for me as it is." Emma got up too, hunting around the bed for her clothes.
"You should tell them to mind their own business," Regina smirked, throwing Emma's bra in her direction.
"Ah, if only it was that simple." Emma pulled her dress on over her head, and turned her back to Regina so she could zip her up. "You know what parent's are like.. Can't keep their noses out of their kid's lives."
As Emma turned back around, Regina smiled sadly. "Yes, I remember I was the same…" Emma scolded herself, and bent down to give Regina another soft kiss.
"About this whole thing with Henry. I meant it. You and me are going to work this out; I promise." With another kiss, Emma left, and after a few seconds Regina heard the front door close.
Emma soon arrived home - it struck her she considered it that still - and after tripping over her heels while entering the door swore under her breath.
"Language, Emma!" The blonde jumped out of her skin and turned on the light switch to see Mary Margaret sat waiting for her.
"What are you still doing up? Did you wait for me?" Emma tried to look casual, in a sort of 'late? What do you mean late?' way, and set her keys down on the counter before dropping herself down on the sofa next to her mother.
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come and sit here for a while. Have you been with Regina all this time?" Mary Margaret tried to look casual too, ignoring the over-bearing mother instinct that had been creeping up in her.
"Yep, we didn't have dinner till late and then we just got… to talking, I guess. Lost track of time." Emma coughed and shifted in her seat.
"Am I allowed to know what you were talking about? Have you came up with a plan on how to find whoever set the curse?"
"I'm afraid that's official town business, Ma'am." Emma put on a fake New York cop voice, and patted her mother on the knee before getting back to her feet. "Alright, I'm going to bed. You gonna be alright out here?"
"I'm going back in now anyway," Mary Margaret smiled to her daughter. "Goodnight, Emma. Sweet dreams."
"Night" Emma called over her shoulder, unable to see the frown that had formed on Mary Margaret's face.
The next morning, feeling the effects from the night before, Emma set off for Granny's with Henry for a much needed hot chocolate fix. Henry sat down at a table while Emma ordered for them, and as she glanced behind her she smiled to see Henry having an animated conversation with Leroy. She'd had her doubts about bringing Henry back here, and whether people would be able to plead ignorance around him, but everyone seemed to be taking it in their stride; including, unwittingly, Henry.
As Emma turned back around to grab the two cups Granny had placed in front of her, she felt a hand run up her back.
"Miss Swan. I trust you got enough sleep after our meeting last night." Regina stood at Emma's side, dressed as usual immaculately in a black dress and red blazer.
"Well, Madame Mayor," Emma raised her eyebrows, "You certainly gave me a lot to think about. I could barely close my eyes for even a second." Emma picked up the cups and turned round, brushing her body up as close to Regina's as she could in the process.
"I was wondering if you could come by my office later? I've got something I'd like to run by you." Regina purred, taking a step back from Emma when she realised how many people may be watching.
"Absolutely. I'll see you then." Emma gave her one last fleeting smile before turning towards Henry and walking over to her booth.
"Were you talking to the Mayor again?" Henry asked, putting his finger into his drink and scooping cream and cinnamon on to it.
"Yep, she has some ideas she wants to run by me about this case I'm working on."
"You guys seem close. How come you never mentioned her before?" Henry questioned, looking up to meet his mother's eye in an accusatory measure.
"You know how it is with friends, Henry. Sometimes you forget to catch up, you fall out of touch, but then one day.. It just comes rushing back to you." Emma smiled as she saw the door close, and Regina turn to walk down the street.