Look what the cat dragged in... IT'S ME :D

I feel like writing these chapters are like cooking a huge dinner.
Think about it... It's like I've been busting my ass off in the kitchen all day and you're gonna eat everything within the next fifteen minutes. Except it didn't just take me a day to write the chapter, but more like a month.
and it's actually only going to take you five minutes to read this, isn't it?
That's what I thought.

Now don't forget to say grace, darlingz ;)

CHAPTER 27

"Emma Swan." Regina sighs and smiles. "Do you know what I really really really want do right now?" She talks slow and with purpose.

"What?" and Emma recognizes a certain glint of something in her big soulful eyes. Something she can almost taste but not name.
Something fucking addictive.

The glint grows into a spark. A serious spark as a breathtaking smirk makes its way onto gorgeous lips.

The next thing she knows said lips smoothly voice the following.

"Blow you."

Emma's first reaction is to chuckle amused. She blushes a bit as well because damn how she LOVES when Regina's got a bit of a dirty mouth on her.

Initially though, the girl doesn't seem to take the brunette seriously. It's one of those too good to be true situations, right?
Her girlfriend's just messing with her. Teasing her. Riling her up for tonight.
And also, less than five seconds ago their conversation was not at all headed in this direction but something in Regina must have shifted quickly
because the determination in those dark, lustful browns of hers is unwavering.

When it clicks with Emma that Regina's plan really is to blow her right now, right here.
Mid-day in their living room… which actually only happens when the older woman starts tugging at the button of her jeans,
her jaw drops open as a hungry moan escapes her throat.

"Do you want to sit down?" Regina husks. while I suck you off is heavily implied by the predatory tremor in her tone.

Emma licks her lips in excited anticipation.

"Euhm. Yeah. That's good." She nods eagerly so her girlfriend starts pulling her along by her zipper towards the coach.

The look in Regina's eyes is doing a great job at arousing her and well, so is the rest of the woman that's simply oozing sex
and just the mere prospect of a blowjob, of course. So when Regina tugs her pants down,
she pushes the girl's jeans past her ass and her underwear down just enough to bare her privates.
Emma is unsurprisingly growing hard already but not yet fully erect, no.
Of course, there's something extremely arousing about the idea of Regina licking her until she's hard.
Thank god the woman seems all too eager to do exactly that.

Dark eyes fall onto Emma's member.
Emma, who's excitedly watching the scene unfold with a quickened heartbeat and labored breaths.

The brunette's knees hit the floor between the girl's.

"That looks so good, darling. I can hardy wait."
She's verbally teasing Emma so badly. Clearly extremely turned on herself, feeling more than just a little naughty.

"You know, you don't have to wait. Like at all… I'm so ready for this."
Emma sighs anxiously. Wishing but not expecting for Regina to immediately get to work. No, of course not. that would be way too easy.
Regina's gonna drag this out. Perhaps even talk her hard, as those full, plump lips hover just a couple of inches from the head of her penis.

Her next words are extra airy because Regina knows this is driving Emma mad and how could she not enjoy that so very much?

"Mmmm I don't? I don't know, you think I deserve to taste it, just like that?"
Regina's now close enough to practically taste Emma already anyway, but this is the teasing game and she's kinda into teasing herself as well like this.
She's already salivating heavily as her want to have Emma between her lips grows and grows and she just loves that feeling of hungry desperation.

"You deserve it! You so deserve it, baby." Emma quickly stammers out.
Nodding and more than just a little anxiously taking a hold of her dick and lifting it as if she's gonna feed her girlfriend with it.

Regina smirks wide and then, from beneath hooded lashes rasps out.
"Have I been a good girl?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Emma thinks and also
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" whisper under her breath. She hastily licks her dry lips and stammers out
"You're such a good girl. You're so good. You definitely deserve my"
She loses all sense of speech as her mouth falls open and her eyes close tightly when, finally-fucking finally,
Regina's wrapped her mouth around the, by now, wet and throbbing head of her penis.

After about half a minute of eager tasting, Regina's tongue swirls around the tender flesh once more before she releases it with a clean pop.
"Your cock is so tasty, Emma." Her voice resonates hunger and relief all at once and Emma's seeing stars.

"Of fuck, Regina you're so hot." The girl finds herself gasping.

Her eyes are fixed on Regina's fingers as they wrap around her shaft. Glistening with the mixture of her girlfriend's saliva en her own pre-cum.
It's so perfect the way she performs the repeating movement. She actually makes it one of those things you can't stop looking at.
Every few strokes the movement changes just a little, just enough to heighten Emma's pleasure even further
as she brings her higher and higher through stages of bliss that lead up to the grand finale.
So yes, those fingers moving up and down and in a swift motion around her length… that's exactly what Emma's looking at.

Regina, she's looking at the exact same thing. Except, her focus is on the flesh beneath her digits.
It's on the different shades of pink she's pumping into the throbbing member.
It's on the round, tender head that sheds that thick liquid she wants all over her. And she's so fascinated how something can be both so hard and soft.
Emma's delicate skin feels so good as she moves her hand around it and before she knows it she's taken as much as she can manage into her mouth again.

Emma moans her approval.
"Fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes…" She chokes out.

Regina's working hard now. Pushing the flat of her tongue hard against the underside of Emma's erection while sucking in her cheeks.

"Oh shit yeah baby… that… do that again."

She does. Humming while she does so, extra stimulating her girlfriend.

Thin pale fingers are desperately searching to find grip on the couch
but the leather seating is too tight and she ends up just digging her nails into her own thighs instead.
Regina's head is bobbing up and down her shaft as the woman is doing her very best to get as much of Emma's length in her mouth as possible.
Brunette stresses fall in front of her face and get into her mouth as well. It's becoming a bit messy as her hair gets sticky in the process
but as soon as Emma notices this, she sees a new purpose for those hands of hers.
She reaches out and strokes it away from Regina's face, bundles it at the back of the woman's head and holds it there together, into a little tail.

Regina looks up at her gratefully and murmurs something around the thick flesh she's stretching her lips around that Emma imagines is possibly "Thank you".

Regina's concentrating hard on keeping her throat relaxed. If she doesn't, surely, she's gonna gag.
Simply because she's not at all used to having something so big so deep in her mouth.
Especially not anything that's thrusting into her and leaking a thick, salty fluid. Eagerly inching towards her throat.
She's actually not at all opposed to the idea of deep throating Emma but she also has no idea at all if she's even physically capable of performing said act.

Emma's doing her best to hold her hair together as gently as possible but Regina's movements
and the inevitable loss of control over her body Emma's experiencing make it very very challenging to keep up.

Regina feels the soft tug of Emma's grip on her hair and hums once again.
She pulls back, presses her lips together tightly while doing so and licks random shapes around Emma's dick.
Upon reaching the tip she sucks hungrily while flattening her tongue and massaging the round head skillfully.
It makes a kind of slurping sound that can only be described as what it is. The sound of sex.
The sound of Regina's mouth around Emma's cock, working hard.

Her hands go from beneath Emma's thighs to between the girl's legs where she can hold warm balls and push them up a bit.

Emma most certainly approves of it all. She's a huge fan of absolutely everything her girlfriend is doing.

She stares at the woman who just keeps sucking with clear determination and couldn't possibly wish for a sexier sight.

"Do you really like sucking it?" Emma suddenly softly asks. Her voice is raspy of course, but she keeps her tone low.

Regina's a little startled by the question. She bobs her head, taking a couple more inches into her mouth again
and drawing back slowly before releasing the hard member altogether.
A small hand lets go of Emma's scrotum and reaches up to hold the dick in place against the side of her mouth.

"Of course I do." Regina speaks in all honesty. Warmly and accompanied by a small, horny smile.

"You don't just say it to turn me on? Those things… wanting to blow me… finding me tasty…? It's not just to do me a favor? Because if it is, that's okay too.
I was just wondering." Emma asks. One hand is still holding Regina's hair together and the other is awkwardly scratching the back of her own neck.
and why exactly did she interrupt Regina as she was giving her an amazing blowjob to ask this stupid question? Is she insane?

If she is, Regina doesn't seem to mind. She simply smiles and narrows her eyes sexily while biting her lower lip a little.
Keep in mind that Emma's throbbing erection is still resting against the left corner of said lips.

"I can honestly tell you, Emma, that I find it extremely sexy to feel how hard you are, in my mouth.
To taste your pre-cum as I do something particularly pleasurable to you and to be completely in charge of making you feel good."

"Really?"

"I'm literally drenching my panties as I'm sitting here on my knees between your legs, darling.
So please, fuck my mouth so I can taste you and then fuck my pussy because I need it."

"Fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Fuck." She may sound like a broken record but her confidence is back so Emma smiles hungrily now and reaches for her penis. She encourages Regina to open her mouth again and inches herself in using a circular motion as the other woman's tongue swirls around her.

It only takes Regina about one or two more minutes to make Emma groan out in pleasure and blow out spurts of cum.
While the girl does that, Regina's mouth welcomes the sticky mess eagerly.
Her tongue keeps playing with Emma's warm tip but much slower now. Very very sensually. Savoring the moment. For both of them.

"You are incredibly talented at that." Emma praises her girlfriend. Her own breathing's still rather labored but she's got it under control.

Regina grins from her position between the girl's knees.
She makes a show of swallowing everything the younger woman's given her and then licking her lips as if hungry for more.

"Is there anything I'm not talented at?" She then chuckles teasingly while standing back up and pulling Emma with her.

The girl fumbles with her pants, pulls them over her ass again and closes the button.

"True… You are incredibly gifted on all levels. Care to demonstrate some more of your talents upstairs?" The girl cheerfully plays along.

"I thought you'd never ask." The brunette practically groans. The resemblance to a starving lioness is uncanny.
It sends shivers up and down and back up Emma's spine in the most electrifying of ways.

She tightens her grip on Regina's soft, damp, hand to drag her to their bedroom.

But well…

"This is an emergency… We really need your help"

Yup. The door connecting their living space to the hallway is briskly thrown open and in come their respective best friends. Former best friends?

"Hi." Emma squeaks uncomfortably. Suddenly all too aware of how sticky and wet her penis had still been
when she'd quickly tucked it away just moments before. Of course, the perspective for the near future had been very different from… this… what's this?
A nice get together?

"What's going on?" Regina sighs. Her voice sounds strained. And pained. Of course she's got her own frustrations.

"All the good venues are booked." Ruby childishly pouts.

"Okay." says Emma, furrowing her brows trying hard to focus on what's being said, rather than what she'd much rather be doing right now.

"Is there coffee?" Kathryn whines. Her need for the hot liquid made abundantly clear.

"No." Emma quickly states. Case closed, right?

"I can make some?" Regina sighs again and rubs her face as if pulling herself together. So she's really not getting laid right now.

"You're an angel." Kat instantly pipes up and Regina really tries to smile back at her without her disappointment being too obvious.

"We interrupted something, didn't we?" Rubes very suddenly asks.
Her eyes travel back and forth between the older brunette and said older brunette's life partner.

"What?" The latter awkwardly chuckles.

"Regina's pupils are blown and Emma is entirely flushed."

"You guys were busy? "

"What? no." Emma's quick to deny.

But Regina's confirmation comes just as spontaneously as she snorts "Yes." and shakes her head in amusement at Emma's denial.
"But it's fine… we can carry on later…" and she sweetly rubs Emma's back when she says this as if it's not hot sex she's referring to in front of their friends.

"You sure? I don't want Emma to have blue balls" Ruby chuckles while she looks at the young blonde with a mixture of amusement and honest concern.

"It's okay. I took care of her already." Regina smirks devilishly, loving Emma's petulant eye roll and the increase of redness on her cheeks.

"Of course you have." Kathryn cackles, loving this.

"Seriously guys. This "let's collectively embarrass Emma" doesn't have to be a thing." The young blonde deadpans while pulling up her shoulders defensively.

"But you're too cute when you're embarrassed Em's. It's your downfall." Ruby smiles at her friend.

"You're insufferable." Emma deadpans. "All three of you are insufferable."

"A dream?" Henry curiously asks his mama.
The kid's sitting in her lap as she's telling him a bit about the story she's working on.

"Yes. Something she wants more than anything."

"What's Milly's dream, mama?"

She hesitates a moment and hopes that saying this out loud won't make it sound pathetic. "She wants to meet her mommy."

"She doesn't know her mommy? Why?" The boy curls up his nose. He seems instantly concerned for the emotional well-being of this fictional character.

It makes Emma smile.

"Well, I'm your mama…" She says and he nods so she goes on "and you haven't always known me, have you?"

"No, I haven't." His eyebrows furrow and a sudden sadness falls over his features at this realization.

"But then we met." His mama quickly continues, hoping to turn his frown upside down ASAP.

"We did." The boy nods, looks at her with big eyes and, to Emma's relief, returns her smile.

She sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair.

"So sometimes it happens that little boys and girls don't know their mommies or daddies."

"Do you?" His question is simple enough but somehow Emma's confused for a second there.

"What sweetheart?"

"Do you know your mommy? Do you have two mommies too? Or do you have a daddy? Or two daddies?"

And it's funny because she's never even considered the possibility of being conceived by anything other than a man and a woman but who knows…
If she's learned anything, anything is possible, right?

Another funny thing… this conversation… about not knowing her parents… it's never come up with her son. until now apparently.

She never purposely not mentioned being an orphan to Henry. Did she? No… No it had just never come up.
She's been busy being happy and loving him and his mommy and planning for their future and making a new baby and writing.
But this… well, that first lonely chapter of her life… it's always gonna be the beginning of her own story.

Not knowing who her parents are, perhaps that's even the biggest motivation to make sure Henry knows exactly who she is.

"I don't know. I've never met them." She tells him quietly while absentmindedly playing with some tips of brown hair.

"Is that your dream too?" He asks her on impulse. Of course he does.

She takes a deep breath and thinks, really thinks because this is a question that needs some soul searching.
After a couple of seconds of said soul searching while staring at the boy's sweet face, her own turns light.

"You're my dream, baby. I couldn't possibly wish for anything more."

And she couldn't be more honest when she says that.

"Does Milly meet her mommy?" Hen's voice sounds as hopeful as it does curious and Emma can't help but grin.

"I can't tell you that yet… It would spoil the story, now wouldn't it?" She chuckles happily. Back to being playful and bubbly.

"Go on mama? Please." The kid skillfully begs her with those big eyes and that sad sad pout of his.

"Every night Milly lays in bed and closes her eyes as tightly as possible. Can you do that too? Can you close your eyes really really tightly?"

Henry giggles and does exactly that. he pinches his beautiful eyes closed tightly and then opens one a little to peek through.
His mama's grinning proudly and that's really all he needs.
Then Emma goes on.

"So with her eyes closed tightly she wishes as hard as she can that one day she'll meet her mommy."

"I hope she does, mama."

Emma nods.

On a clear night, Milly looks out of her bedroom window and notices that there are no stars. None. Not one. But how can that be?
The sky has been clear for weeks. There are no clouds. So where did all of the stars go?

She asks her aunt and uncle about it on multiple occasions but they always wave her off. "Not now, Milly." They say. "We're busy, Milly.",
"The grown-ups are talking, Milly.", "Shouldn't you be doing homework, Milly?". It's needless to say... she's stopped trying.

She continuous to look out of her window though, every night… for weeks. Months even… But there are no stars. Not ever.

One night, Milly sees something else though. She spots a firefly. She's fascinated by it, of course and looks at it curiously,
gets from underneath her blanket and tries to get closer to it.

But as soon as she does, the firefly quickly starts to fly away.

"Hey, firefly. Don't go." She says.

The firefly halts, turns around, meets her at eye-height and then does something she definitely hasn't been expecting

"That's Mister Firefly to you." He replies.

"I'm sorry, Mister Firefly." Milly quickly says and then gasps in surprise.
"Hey, you can talk?" Her eyes are now wide as saucers.

"Of course I can talk. Are we not talking right now?" The firefly says.

"We are talking right now. I just didn't know fireflies could do that. Talk." Milly continues to watch the floating, sparkling insect as it hovers mid-air.

"Well, you should never underestimate anyone's ability to do anything."
Mister Firefly decidedly tells her.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Says the girl, slightly embarrassed.

"It's quite alright. It's a common mistake amongst you humans but you'd do well to remember it." And the firefly looks at her expectantly.

"I won't. I won't forget it!" She nods and receives an appreciative smile in return. "Can I ask you a question, Mister Firefly?" Milly goes on.

"You may ask me a third question."

"A third question? But I haven't asked you anything yet." The girl shakes her head in confusion.

"You first asked me if I could talk. Then you asked me if you could ask me a question.
Which brings us to your third question that you've yet to ask but that, yes, you may ask. So, what is your third question?" Chuckles Mister Firefly.

"Oh. You're right. Well, then I guess my third question is… do you have any idea of what happened to the stars?"
It's a long shot that Mister Firefly will actually be able to answer her question but who else is she supposed to ask anymore?

But to Milly's big surprise…

"I have more than an idea." The firefly tells her knowingly and continues "I know what happened to the stars."

"You do?" Milly's heartbeat goes up. Anxious to know more.

"Yes."

"What happened to them?" She whispers loudly. Ready to be let in on a big secret.

"You're a curious human. That's your fifth question already." Mister Firefly narrows his eyes at her and grins.

"I'm sorry. Should I not be asking so many questions?" Making Milly pout.
Is she being annoying? Is she bothering him with her questions? Perhaps she should just stop talking altogether.

"I did not say that being curious and asking questions is a bad thing, did I?"
The firefly matter of factly says.

And it's true… Mister Firefly did not said it was a bad thing at all. He simply noticed that Milly's a curious girl.
More curious than most or well.. anyone he'd flown into before. Which is why he finds it worth mentioning.

"No." Milly murmurs, worrying her lower lip.

"I merely stated the fact that you're a curious human. It's a quality that I can certainly appreciate." His grin widens until she smiles back at him.
"Better to ask than to assume, right?"

"Yes." Milly nods. "Thank you."

"Now to answer question number five." Mister Firefly clears his throat.
"The stars gave up."

"They gave up?" Milly's confused. Did she hear that right?

"They have for quite some time." nods the firefly.

"But how come I've only just noticed?"

"Because you hadn't bothered to look. No one has.
When the stars were still there you took their presence for granted that you didn't bother to look at them anymore and then,
when you weren't looking they gave up." He makes it sound so simple too.

"But how? And why?" Milly's upset. It shouldn't be like this.

"Because of the non-believers."

"The non-believers?" She shakes her head, trying to make sense of things.

"In miracles." The firefly adds.

So, the stars gave up because of the lack of believe in miracles?

"But how can that be?" The girl wonders out loud.

"Do you know what stars are?" Mister Firefly flies a little closer to Milly now.

"They're lights." She blankly answers.

"They are. What else?"

"They come out when it's dark." She tries again.

"Yes. Go on."

"They're bright? and beautiful." She keeps guessing.

"Yes." Mister Firefly nods but there's more to it.
"Does that remind you of anything?" He asks her.

"It reminds me of stars." She sighs, feeling kind of defeated. She's clearly not getting what Mister Firefly is hinting at.
"What are you trying to say?" She furrows her brows petulantly.

"Wishes." The firefly smiles

"Wishes are light, come out when it's dark and are bright and beautiful."

"They are." Milly agrees.

"You humans forgot about having them. So the stars lost their purpose and they gave up." and he goes on explaining.

It's beginning to click for Milly and the moment it does she's starting to feel defensive and she just needs to do something to turn this around. Anything.

After all… She has a wish.

"We have to bring them back! Where are they now?" She frantically looks around for her shoes and maybe some kind of jacket to put on but other than that, she is ready to step into the night and go get those stars back.

"Oh it's not that simple. It would take a lot of convincing and I'm afraid one human won't be enough."
The firefly shakes his head, feeling pity for the desperate human child that seems to be so set on making everything alright. But it's just not that simple.

"But what are we going to do then?" Milly sighs stubbornly, unwilling to just let this go.

"We?" Mister Firefly shakes his head in confusion. "Dear child, I carry my own light." He goes on explaining.
"The stars were never there for my kind. It's yours that's made them give up, so I'm afraid it can only be yours that can bring them back.
if it's even possible at all." As harsh as it may sound, it is the truth.

"Then tell me what to do? If your light faded, what would it need to come back?" Milly rambles, hoping to get at least some more answers. Any answers.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" The firefly smiles sadly. Unsure of if this will change anything.
If Milly's new knowledge could mean anything at all for the future of the stars or if all of this is just in vain. He sighs and starts to fly backwards slowly.

"No! Don't go! Please tell me. What would it need?" Milly's desperation seems to grow. She walks towards the firefly but he's faster.

He wouldn't go just like that though… because right before he's out of earshot he makes sure she catches one last potentially very important bit of information.

"A spark, of course."

During the next couple of weeks Emma's practically working all the time.
When she's not eating, sleeping or having sex with her sexually insatiable pregnant girlfriend - not that she's complaining-, she's writing.
Of course she does her very best to squeeze in as much Henry time as possible but she's often just writing next to him as he's drawing.
It's an image that Regina's become quite accustomed to as she brings them their snacks. It goes without saying, she loves said image.

"Look mama! It's finished." Henry proudly holds up a large piece of paper for his blonde mom to look at.

Emma does. She looks up from her own work and almost immediately feels her heart leap in her chest because of what's in front of her.
Her eyes grow wide as she studies her son's art with great interest and admiration.

"Henry… That's so... beautiful." She truthfully praises him. Gently, she takes the drawing from him and gives it a closer look.
"Mommy have a look at this!" She motions for Regina to come closer.

"Well, what have we here?" Almost instantly Regina's joined her two loves.
She bends through her knees to be at eye level with both Emma and Henry, who're seated on the ground, backs against the couch,
legs stretched out beneath the coffee table. Emma smiles up brightly at her as she hands her partner their son's drawing.

Regina's eyebrows furrow a bit in concentration but as soon as it clicks with her exactly what it is the little boy's drawn and how very beautifully he's done it,
her eyes and smile too grow wide. "Henry sweetheart, this is incredible." She warmly, proudly tells him.

"It's Milly! From mama's story!" He enthusiastically tells them.

They both nod at him. Because yes…The little girl he's drawn is the perfect reflection of how Emma's described her.

"What's that she's holding?" Regina curiously asks their son.

"It's a bag of stars." He pulls up his shoulders, as if his mommy's asking a bit of a needless question there.

"You think she'll find them?" his blonde mother waves a hand through his hair and smiles.

"Of course she'll find them. You'll help her find them, right mama?"
He grins up at her, confidently so.

Emma's smile widens even further, if possible, which seems to be enough of an answer for the little boy.

"Can we have cocoa now?" He asks, having turned his attention to his brunette mom.

"Aren't you forgetting something there, my little prince?" Regina tilts her head and looks at him with narrowed eyes and an expectant pout.

"Can we have cocoa, please?" The boy is quick to correct himself.

"Why yes, darling. Since you're asking so nicely." She gives him an approving wink, gets up and walks towards the kitchen.

"Two hot cocoa's with extra cinnamon coming up for the best author and illustrator of the century."

And well damn... if that isn't a brilliant idea.

"Kid, how would you like to make this book with me?"

Yeah yeah I know, I'm a terribly slow writer. Sorry. It is what it is. Take me or leave me ;).