Yeah not mine, which sucks!
Wee bit of closure here guys - thanks for sticking with the story. Its been a pleasure to write - though a multi chapter thing is very new to me. I think i shall stick to one shots for a while haha. The whole thing was inspired by the buffy reference at the start - and the image of them fucking in the cemetery... so then some plot was concocted and it think it has turned out not too bad :)
Please let me know what you make of it all.
Thank you for reading!
Morning After
Emma woke up sore. In an unfamiliar bed, lacking clothes but having gained scratches and bruises. And she was sore, but ever so satisfied. Letting the warmth of the bed caress her for a moment she tried to replay what had happened last night. Ruby, dancing... tequila! Dancing, dancing – she remembered Ruby getting a bit handsy on the dance floor but Emma was beyond caring by that point alcohol free her of any inhibitions and giving her liquid courage apparently. A memory of lips made her clench involuntarily as she sat up suddenly – Regina. Images of animal rutting flashed through her mind – the hallway, the top of the stairs, Regina passing out for a moment - finally the bed, undressing for the sultry brunette, being pinned down, intense brown eyes lowering between her legs as she had the most powerful orgasm of her life at the hands of the woman who had until recently made her life hell. More flashes came to her but the alcohol fuelled night had taken its toll and it was all incomplete.
Emma came to 2 conclusions as she frantically scrambled out of the bed looking about for her clothes, her confidence from the night before gone. Firstly that she should probably get the heck out of the building before Regina woke up and secondly, freezing as her eyes caught a head of mussed dark hair pressed against the underside of a pillow, secondly... Hell. Brown eyes looked straight at her. The brunette shifted, the sheets falling down her back as she pushed herself up onto her knees. Emma swallowed at the muscles playing in The Mayors back, memories of trailing her lips down that spine jumping unbidden to her mind. Emma was immobilized, mouth hanging open, unable to decide whether to just run or whether to stay and see this out. She was sure the other woman's wrath was imminent – how dare she come to her house in the middle of the night, take advantage of her etc. The problem was now that Emma had tasted Regina in the throes of passion, now that she had witnessed her face as she came, she would not be able to stop thinking about her. Definitely addicted, her second conclusion sprang back to her.
"Miss Swan," The brunette began. Emma anticipated some caustic comment, crossing her arms protectively, very aware of her nakedness. "You had better not just be leaving," Regina turned to look at her, offering a hand to the blonde. Emma moved without thinking, pulled towards the bed by the look in the brunettes eyes, allowing her hand to be grasped and herself to be pulled into the bed – the other woman pushing her onto her back before draping herself along her length, both women sighing slightly as their bodies fit together perfectly. Emma's hands encircled and stroked the smooth, warm skin of a narrow waist, her chin tilted up to accommodate the other woman's head nestling against her neck. The women soaked up the warm presence of each other, silently, not wanting to break whatever this was.
Emma cleared her throat after a while curiosity getting the better of her, "Regina... what is this?" She asked gently, afraid of breaking the contentment that had settled over the paid of them.
The brunette was silent, as though not hearing Emma. She leaned her head back a little and cupped the other woman's cheeks, pulling her head up so she could meet her eyes. Emma softened at the look of confusion and trepidation playing out on her features before Regina shook her head free of supporting hands and dove back into the blondes neck.
"I do not know Miss Swan, but if you do not shut up I will throw you out. Without your clothing," an imperious voice informed her. Emma smirked, understanding that the other woman was off kilter. She sighed an OK, before resting her chin down again against brown hair, wrapping her arms around the other woman securely.
They could deal with this later, for now, Emma was happy to just experience a vulnerable Regina not trying to shove her out. Progress, she concluded. Besides, if there was more sass coming her way in the future, she knew what made the the uptight Mayor come undone.