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This chapter gets a little... hmmm how should I put this... frisky? ;)
CHAPTER 5
"You want me to take over again?" Regina chuckles as she watches Emma struggle with the waffle iron.
Honestly… she's been watching her in amusement ever since the blonde started following her and Henry's instructions but it's really becoming ridiculous.
"Oh please… save me. I have no idea of what I'm doing." Emma groans. She's got batter in her hair and a red blush on her cheeks.
Though her slightly desheveled state is strangely yet highly arousing if you'd ask Regina.
Henry laughs and throws his little arms in the air while loudly telling the blonde…
"It's so easy! You just put the batter inside and close it and then wait and then turn and then open it and then take it out
and then eat it with lots of whipped cream! Right mommy?" He looks up at his mom who shoots him a serious look.
"Some whipped cream, Henry. I don't want your tummy to hurt again."
"It won't mommy. I'll eat slow this time." He quickly nods and pushes his little body against the side of Emma's legs.
The blonde instantly turns her body a little to shield the boy from being able to reach out and accidentally touch the hot iron.
Regina bites her lip at the adorable sight before continuing to talk to Henry.
"And not as much, right?"
"Yes mommy." He rolls his cute big eyes. Just the way he manages to pull that off, even at his age, proves it's definitely a Mills treat.
"Good boy." His mother smiles. It just makes her heart swell so much when she recognizes herself in the little boy.
"Come here sweetheart, why don't you go pick a cartoon we can watch while we eat our waffles."
He lets go of the blonde's leg and happily storms off towards the remote controller.
Emma quickly turns her attention towards Regina. She grins wide-eyed and tilts her head while asking the woman in an impressed tone
"We're eating in front of the TV?"
"It's tradition." Regina shrugs.
"Wow."
"What?" The brunette searches the girl's face suspiciously… what's going on in that beautiful mind of hers?
"That's awesome." Emma chuckles softly.
"Henry seems to really like it." Regina nods and tells her in a soft tone.
"I bet you do too." Emma looks into her eyes. Greens so open Regina could drown in them.
"I … yes I do." The brunette swallows thickly as the smile on her face falls away a little and is replaced with a very serious look of wonder.
"That's great." Emma nods gently and tells her so very genuinely.
And even though the conversation might seem like it's just about waffles and cartoons.
Regina feels warm and flattered for the respect and awe she can so easily read from Emma's face.
It's just a silly little conversation… but it somehow makes her feel so great about herself.
"Hmm." She just hums due to a lack of words.
It's Emma who draws both of their attention back to the matter at hand.
"Hey look… I'm sorry I'm of so little help… I just…
I've never really made waffles before and though it doesn't seem that hard I just really don't want to ruin anything and just"
Regina shrugs and offers her an easy smile while taking over from the girl.
"Emma relax, it's fine. It's just nice that you could stay."
"It is?" Emma bravely bites her lower lip while looking into Regina's eyes.
But before the brunette can say anything else Henry's little boy voice interrupts their special bubble.
"Mommy! Emma! You can bring the waffles now! The TV is ready." He animatedly informs them from his favorite spot on the couch.
They ended up watching a documentary on the universe rather than a cartoon program.
In a low whisper – as to not disturb Henry from his gaping session at the TV- Regina'd told Emma it's becoming quite his thing.
The universe, the stars, different planets, the possibility of different forms of life or well... aliens.
"Strangely enough… It doesn't seem to scare him. If anything he's wildly fascinated."
She'd proudly whispered letting her eyes travel between the TV-screen and Henry... While Emma's green ones had been completely captivated by her.
The girl'd just listened and listened and soaked up the moment and Regina's stories of Henry as good as she could.
After the waffles and after the discovery show Henry suddenly seemed very inspired to go play in his room.
"He's going to draw everything he's seen on the show." Regina had told Emma. "He's quite the artist" and proudly beamed.
Not much later, Emma'd eventually left… She'd didn't want to leave. She really didn't.
But her mind was failing to come up with reasons -other than: because I really want it- for her to stay…
Little did she know… Regina was having the exact same problem.
SATURDAY MORNING
What do you do when you're restless and have had a particularly stressful day?
Or… what, regardless of any and all shit going on in your life is always able to make you forget? Even if it's just for a moment…
Or in Regina's current case… what to do when you wake up too early to start getting ready for the day ahead but are too awake to fall back asleep?
Exactly… you treat yourself to a –preferably good/ if possible amazing- orgasm.
Masturbation. It really is the only right answer to a lot of questions.
She's still a tiny bit too sleep drunk to think better of envisioning a certain blonde.
Out of anything she could be thinking about…
what Emma might possibly look like naked, what her face might look like in the heat of the moment,
what kind of sounds the girl could possibly make while coming undone…
Regina thinks of those intense green eyes and the way she's felt them study her face.
They way they've bored into hers... into her?, the way they've captivated her, warmed her to the core.
Core. Well yes… it's certainly tingling right now. And pulsating… and needy… and growing wet.
The sexiest thought she could possibly summon to get herself as horny as possible… is simply… the undeniable pull she feels towards the girl…
that feeling she has when they're in the same room. The girl's aura that feeds her own energy. Their chemistry. Oh yes.
Her closed eyes search her mind for moments of unspoken intimacy. Moments she's cherished since the second they took place.
She exhales slowly and makes a decision.
Yes, she's going to do it. She needs it.
Thin fingers trace a lithe form. She hurriedly moves up her shirt a little in order to be able to reach her breasts.
She then shamelessly imagines Emma palming both of them and giving them a soft yet possessive squeeze.
Is that something the girl'd do? Would she be gentle? Or rather rough?
Her breathing grows more labored but she stalls touching herself where she really really loves it most.
Her hips do make circular movements against the mattress as she now purposely pulls her nipples into stiff peeks.
The little buds willingly supply to her wishes and she softly hums against her own touch.
Suddenly, without giving herself another chance to change her mind she blindly reaches towards the drawer of her nightstand.
Eager fingers grab a wanted item.
Though Regina's eyes are closed she's now definitely entirely awake as she smiles wide and one-handed-ly pulls her pajama shorts,
along with her panties down her ass and thighs.
While sucking in both of her lips and holding her breath she purposely brings a deep blue shaft between her now slightly spread legs.
The moment it touches her intimately she draws in a large breath. The way the toy slides so easily against her… only confirms what she was already sure of. She's wet. Very much so.
Regina closes her eyes more tightly now and braces herself while slowly pushing the medium sized dildo into her tight entrance.
Letting out a low hum of appreciating and delight her head pushes back into her pillow.
Carefully she activates the vibrations and then softly pumps the dildo in and out of herself, moving her hips in tandem with the sensual movement.
After filling herself like that a couple dozen times, she pushes the toy as deep as she can manage so she can allow her fingers to find a new purpose.
Just the way she likes it, Regina traces slow lines from the top of her pussy towards where the shaft is planted inside of her.
Her pace grows more eager, more needy… faster and faster.
Two slick fingers start to make tight circles around her beautifully enlarged clit… sticking out from under it's little hood.
This time she does allow her imagination to go wild.
Emma gloriously naked. Emma panting on top of her. Emma spread wide. Emma horny and moaning for attention. Emma sitting on her face.
Her left hand's still frantically toying with her nipples…
keeping them rock hard with little pinches and by rolling them rapidly between her thumb and index finger.
She arches her back, completely offering herself up to the pleasure she so desperately needs. Craves.
It's actually quite fascinating...but when she climbs up that delicious ladder of satisfaction she finds herself becoming more and more creative.
Regina so badly wants to find the most erotic, dirtiest, absolute most amazing thought of Emma for her moment of ecstasy.
She feels how her pussy's clenching around the buzzing toy buried deep between her dripping lower lips.
How her clit is sticking out and practically pleading for those fingers of hers to rub on top of it rather than around it
but the teasing is just so wonderful that she doesn't really want it to be over yet.
It's all starting to become too much though… in the best possible way of course…
But this type of bodily bliss is just something one can not stand for longer than a certain while before everything would turn white and silent.
And so she does it. She gives into her body's wants and thinks thoughts she knows she's going to feel awkward about later.
Fictive images in the best interest of the amazing orgasm she's about to have. images both so private and freeing.
She gasps. She gasp. She gasp. She gasps over and over. Wishing she had some skin to sink her teeth into. Some flesh to suck on.
A body for her to tremble against. A mouth to scream into. A tongue to silence her. Emma.
Once she's stopped bucking and cumming she just lays limp for a while.
Waiting for her hearing to return and for her bones to stop buzzing. Buzzing.
At some point, when the vibrations of her own body had been at their strongest, her beloved buzzing dildo had been pushed out of her pussy.
Her soft, slippery, intimate walls had grown too tight for the phallus to stay buried inside of her without any extra pressure holding it in whatsoever.
She hadn't even noticed.
Reaching down Regina takes the toy in her hands and turns it off.
She looks at it, noticing how it's entirely covered with her own warm juices.
It's like she's waiting for something… guilt to set in…? Shame to come knocking on her door?
But it doesn't.
And as great as that sounds… it's also a little scary.
After a quick, cold shower Regina'd started preparing some breakfast for Henry and her. Seeing as it's the weekend, Henry loves to sleep in an extra hour.
Around eight, the boy's inner alarm clock goes off and Regina smiles wide when she hears the stumping of his bare feet from upstairs.
"Baby boy. Careful on the stairs, darling!"
Her motherly instinct present as ever.
"Where is Emma?" He happily asks her, grinning wide… his little teeth on display.
Regina instantly blushes at the mention of their personal cleaning help and apparently Henry's new hero.
"She won't be here for another hour, sweetheart."
He just nods but doesn't stop smiling. Especially not when he sees the scrambled eggs his mommy's making.
Regina chuckles when she sees his beautiful eyes light up.
"Why don't you take a seat. Breakfast's ready."
Henry'd eaten until his belly was round while telling his mom all about his big plans for his new drawings
and Regina'd listened in awe of her little boy's huge imagination.
Emma'd arrived early and nobody had minded. At all. She'd gone straight to work but at a much slower pace than she had the first couple of days.
And nobody seemed to mind. At all.
"As your boss, I'm ordering you to take your lunch break. Now!"
Emma spins around to see how Regina's leaning against the door frame of Henry's bedroom. Sporting a serious face, obviously leaving no room for discussion.
Emma quickly clears her throat to cover up her surprise at Regina's sudden presence.
She's ready to turn her back towards her again and continue to dust off Henry's book shelf while speaking to Regina.
"Hold on I'm just going to"
"NOW, Miss Swan." Regina's voice cuts through the room like lighting startling the younger girl affectively.
Emma's green eyes go wide as she turns around and can't help but smile at the demanding yet playful glint in Regina's dark eyes.
"Oh… kay." She chuckles and nods obediently and with that… successfully pleases her boss.
"You've not sat down since you stared and it's now one o' clock."
Emma's actually surprised to hear how much time's passed... she really has been working at a very slow pace...
"You're going to dehydrate if you don't drink or eat, dear.
And you won't be of much help anymore after you work yourself to death. So please…" Regina's brow is furrowed in genuine concern now.
It touches something inside of Emma and she smiles softly while placing a tentative hand on Regina's arm.
If she was just a little braver she'd give her a little squeeze and a meaningful look. Perhaps she'd allow her eyes to travel towards her lips.
Oh who's she kidding? She'd never have the guts.
"Fine. I'll go get something to eat." She shakes her head and smiles agreeingly, freeing herself from too distracting thoughts of crimson on pink.
At which Regina just rolls her eyes and snorts before turning around and making her way downstairs, towards the kitchen.
"I am not going to watch you eat one of those gross and greasy subs again. It's not allowed in my house hold."
She exclaims matter of factly, turning her head a little into Emma's direction.
"Well no one ever said you had to watch, of course." The girl chuckles amused and pulls up her shoulders while following her boss down the stairs.
"You're hilarious, dear." The brunette rolls her eyes and hums.
"Perhaps you should consider a career as a comedian, I could help you along and fire your ass."
She smirks with narrowed eyes right before turning her back on Emma and glancing inside of the fridge.
"That's… wow… You're… I don't even know what to say to that."
Emma stumbles over her words. Her face an open book on how surprised she is at Regina's rather colorful language.
"Good. Eat this." Regina nods and places a plate in front of the girl.
On it there's a fancy looking salad staring back at her, making her feel like it's better than her.
It really looks more like a masterpiece rather than a meal, to be honest.
The fresh fragrances hitting her nostrils are enticing to say the least.
Yes... it looks delicious... and that for a salad that ... by the looks of it, doesn't even have meat in it.
"It looks like it's" Emma lets her eyes travel back towards the brunette in front of her.
"I honestly do not care for your comparisons… eat it. Now."
Regina pointedly tells her and to add some force to the command she slams her index finger straight down on the shiny kitchen counter.
And even though anyone's first instinct might be to be scared after a display of power like that…
Emma just snorts and shakes her head in amusement because of course she's taken notice of that cute smile on Regina's pretty lips.
So beautiful that woman.
"I was going to say that it looks too healthy to be scrumptious but this stuff is already making me have a foodgasm, just by smelling it."
The blonde smiles so very cutely and confident, causing for Regina's breath to hitch.
"That takes skill Regina... salads don't usually smell like heaven on a plate.""
"My life is complete. Thank you dear."
The older woman sassily deadpans but the blush gracing her cheeks betrays so much more than she's willing or ready to admit.
So much more.
If only Emma wasn't so damn blind.
Lunch had been even better than expected. Eventually there had even been some chicken in there, boosting the blonde's gratitude even further.
Afterwards she'd resumed cleaning Henry's bedroom. As slow as she could manage, of course.
Leaving her with one more room... which she just knows will always be both her favorite and most dreaded room to clean.
Regina's bedroom.
The scent lingering between those light gray colored walls never cease to hit Emma hard. To marvel her and to make her light headed.
The mere sight of that bed… it's just…
Immediately, Emma stops dead in her tracks. She couldn't move if she wanted to. Couldn't speak if she wanted.
She's actually even having trouble breathing.
Right in front of her on that very bed she already feels so torn about as it is… lays something the girl had definitely not expected to be confronted with.
Not this morning. Not ever.
A royal blue, slightly curved dildo.
She purses her lips together and tightens her jaw to keep herself from gasping loudly when… of course... -because that's just her fucking luck-,
Regina emerges from behind her.
"I'm not sure where I left my phone but I can't seem to" The woman in question says before she stops speaking altogether.
Both women now stand next to each other. Still and awkward. Four wide eyes are trained onto that single spot on that bed where Regina's little friend is laying. Wide in the open. As if deliberately put on display.
Which it's absolutely not.
Regina closes her eyes in embarrassment, furiously cursing herself for not putting that thing away the moment she was finished with it.
She'd rinsed it and then… well, it's not like her to be confused… and unorganized. She's not supposed to make these kinds of mistakes.
She's not supposed to embarrass herself this royally.
But yes Regina's mind must have wandered off and she'd just forgotten about the toy.
Without saying a word, Emma suddenly starts moving again. She walks towards the nightstand and wipes a wet cloth over it.
Regina takes a couple steps forward and reaches for her dildo.
She holds it a little... -who is she kidding?-... extremely awkwardly until Emma's moved away, before putting her dildo in the newly cleaned nightstand.
The brunette's face is deep crimson, not that Emma sees it… it's not like she's even capable of looking at her boss right now.
It's not because she's offended by having seen such a thing but because she's afraid of how Regina would react if she'd happen to see in what way it affects her. She really has to concentrate on anything but that. On anything but Regina. And her bed. And her dildo.
Regina then clears her throat and seems to feel the need to break the silence.
"That's just" She murmurs awkwardly in a tone Emma hasn't heard from her before.
"I know what it is, Regina." The blonde chuckles and really hopes for that chocolate eyed woman to not feel too uncomfortable about this.
"Well… obviously. I won't leave it laying around anymore. Don't worry." But Regina continues in a low, murmuring voice.
"It's your house. You can put it wherever you want." Emma shrugs and then closes her eyes because of how weird that must have sounded.
Great… yes tell gorgeous boss to put her fucking dildo anywhere she wants.
"I mean… well… you know what I mean." She adds and offers Regina a bashful smile.
The moment she locks eyes with the older woman, Regina quickly looks away and purses her lips.
"I do… euhm… have you seen my phone?" She sighs.
"No I… oh this is your phone, right?" Emma picks up the device in front of her. Coincidentally… her boss's iPhone had been laying on the dresser next to her.
She holds it out for Regina to take.
"I swear, I don't usually misplace all of my things." Not before you came along. Regina shakes her head, clearly annoyed at herself.
"Well here it is." The blonde smiles.
Their fingers brush. And though that may seem like nothing of great significance… that's not at all how both women are feeling inside.
Before either of them notices… they linger…
And there is tension so electric both women can practically feel it travel down their spine.
Emma suddenly retracts her hand as if it's on fire… much like her body and soul.
"I'm sorry." It's her turn to murmur.
"I'm not. I mean. I'm sorry." Regina quickly says, sounding embarrassingly breathless.
Emma tries to smile casually to reassure Regina they're alright… and that she doesn't have to be ashamed.
The only reason she's acting nervous and awkward herself has everything to do with her own feelings and is not in the least Regina's fault.
Is she the cause…? well yes, of course… But that's no one's problem but Emma's. She really really wants to reassure Regina that it's okay…
"No it's fine… I" She begins to say something but honestly… she's not even certain what yet.
"Yes?" Regina looks up at her. Still clearly very ashamed.
Emma melts. And smiles. This time a lot more easily.
"Why are we acting weird?" She narrows her eyes and zooms in on Regina's deep brown ones.
"We're acting weird?" The latter swallows a little nervously.
"So I happened to see your sextoy… so what? We're adults. We don't have to act weird about it."
Emma confidently states and is so happy to have finally found her guts and bravery. To have finally found her balls. Oh well…
And it works. Regina's eyes go wide for a split second before she too seems to feel a little more at ease.
"Absolutely not." She seems to be trying hard not to grin while straightening out her posture.
"Yeah…" Emma slowly says while first nodding and then shaking her head. She's unable to keep another small chuckle from spilling her lips.
"What?" Regina narrows her eyes a little. The twinkle in there now one of light amusement.
"That… dildo is obnoxiously blue." She breaks out into a huge smile.
Instantly, Regina's jaw drops low in shock at Emma's brave, risky even… remark.
She closes and opens her mouth a couple of times before she's able to voice anything at all.
"You are a moron." Is what she finally decides on growling.
And oh yeah she rolls her eyes and smiles cutely with pursed lips. Of course, not at all over her embarrassment but also strangely… kind of okay with that.
"You are…" Emma's immediately ready to fire back.
"Be very careful with what you're about to say, Miss Swan."
Regina points right at her and now definitely looks like she's entirely back in control of herself and her words.
Her beautiful eyes and smile that could either be interpreted as dangerous or playful scream control and it's just so fucking attractive…
Especially if you were to ask a certain blonde.
"my boss." Emma murmurs and presses her pink lips together.
"That's right." Her boss nods content but it's just too tempting…
and Emma really seems to be on a roll here because she's clearly having another burst of confidence when she deviously smirks and adds
"with a very blue dildo."
At this point, Regina's not even that much in shock anymore of the way Emma's capable of speaking to her. And oh how the brunette secretly loves it.
She smirks, not allowing her confidence to falter and tells Emma in a tone that's so fucking sultry and hot and dripping with everything that Emma would just love to take a nice long bath in…
"Shut up and clean my house."
Really really really really really hoping that was to your liking! I know I had fun writing it. ^^
I wish I could promise you that I'll update soon... but seeing as I'm leaving on holiday in a couple of hours...
I'm not entirely sure when there will be time to write. (partly the reason why I tried to make this chapter a long one :/)
But you know I'll do my best to make something happen! :)
Honestly though... motivating me never hurts :3
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