A/N: ~SEXY TIMES WARNING~
Nothing of great importance happens in this chapter lmfao so if you don't like sex or reading about it, it's totally ok to skip this chapter :) I don't write it too often either so you're good:p
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I studied French while I was at school, but I was… well, let's just say speaking French is not one of my talents. So all French conversation in this fic will come to you from my good friend google translate!
I really wish I was better at writing smut, but I'm really awful. I tried so hard though. You guys deserve only the best smut there is.
"So what time do we need to be up tomorrow?"
"Not early, if we can help it. The jetlag will catch up with us soon, I'm sure." The two women entered their hotel room, and Emma kicked off her shoes and took a handful from a bag of sweets she'd bought at the airport.
"What time are the others landing?"
"Around 11. The first show isn't until 4, and we're meeting them there, so we have some time to relax."
Both women walked through the living area into the bedroom, Regina ahead of Emma.
"Awesome. I could sleep for days."
"You're not going to bed yet, are you?" Regina turned to Emma, her eyebrow quirked.
"..No?" Emma posed as a question.
"I think I might make use of this bath," Regina muttered, looking down at it briefly with a smirk on her face.
"Oh yeah?"
"Hmm." Regina hummed, taking off her shoes.
Emma paused, wanting to be sure she was reading the situation correctly. When Regina held Emma's eye contact as she bent to remove her skirt, however, Emma realised her assumption had been correct.
Regina raised an eyebrow in silent challenge, and Emma crossed the room, stopping barely inches in front of her. When their lips met the first time, Emma was nervously hesitant and her lip quivered ever so slightly as Regina's mouth opened.
"Are you ok?" Regina pulled away to ask, Emma returning to her lips as soon as she'd finished speaking.
"Hmm." Emma said between kisses, "Just feel like this is a long time coming. Don't want to mess it up."
"You won't. That, I can assure you."
Emma, still nervous regardless, was a little too aggressive with her teeth, and Regina would have laughed had her bottom lip not been encased by them. The brunette took a little more control, her hands moving to the back of Emma's head keeping her in place as she allowed Emma to guide her backwards towards the bed.
Regina lay back onto the bed as Emma, still fully clothed, deftly removed her jersey with one hand, her bra following suit, before sitting on Regina's hips and leaning down to join their lips again. Regina ran a confident hand through Emma's curled hair, pulling it away from her face and back behind her shoulders. Emma traced a line with her lips from Regina's mouth to the left side of her neck, feathery kisses marking her path. Her mouth left a trail of faint goosebumps on Regina's skin, and she ran light fingertips over them as Regina involuntarily shivered.
Regina lifted Emma's head back to her own, holding her gaze with their faces only a few inches apart. Whereas normally Emma would look away rather than keep eye contact prolonged, she continued to look at Regina as deeply as the other woman was looking at her.
It was eventually Regina that broke the gaze, her eyes fluttering shut as she offered Emma a light, relaxed kiss.
Emma sat back up, her fingers braver and grazing over Regina's hips, spending a moment hovering over the hem of her shirt. By this point, Regina was all fingers and looks and shuffling to undo Emma's jeans, while the blonde steadied her shaky breath to undo the buttons that stood between their skin.
Regina abandoned Emma's jeans with only the top button undone as the woman leant back down on top of her, her mouth grazing the top of the fabric of Regina's bra. Emma allowed her fingers to graze Regina's breasts through the fabric for a few moments.
"Sit up." she said eventually, unable to reach the clasp on Regina's back.
"Please," Regina responded pointedly, as she leant up and Emma kissed her as she moved her hands behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra.
"There's no need to say it like that, I'm not Henry." Emma teased into Regina's hair, before lowering Regina's back onto the bed and attaching her lips to her left breast.
"That reminds me, I must remember to call him."
"Really? Now?" Emma looked up with raised eyebrows from Regina's chest, and the brunette smirked.
"I suppose it can wait."
Emma's lips returned to Regina's breast, using her teeth to tug at her nipple and tease it with her tongue. Regina hummed in approval, and so Emma continued, with one hand on her right breast so as not to leave it out.
Regina put a hand on Emma's hair, and another on her neck to guide her head upwards. Emma smiled toothily at her, and Regina moved her by her chin back towards her for another open-mouthed kiss. One of Regina's hands fell to Emma's thigh, which was resting on her hip, and grazed fingers over muscles through jeans.
"You know, I didn't expect you to be so in shape."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma asked with an offended tone as she broke away from Regina's lips.
"Am I not allowed to be surprised?" Regina ran a hand over Emma's stomach, and felt Emma's muscles instinctively clench at the attention.
"Hey, if you're impressed, I'll forgive the fact you assumed I was out of shape."
"Well, perhaps I am." Regina lifted her top half so she was almost sat up with Emma still straddling her hips, and pulled the woman's chest flush against her own. Regina nips and bites at Emma's bottom lip, the woman moaning slightly in return. Emma runs her hands swiftly up and down Regina's back, trying to keep as much of their skin touching as is possible.
"Lie down." Regina commanded into Emma's lips, and Emma followed her clipped instructions as she moved from the brunette's lap to replace her on the bed. Regina lay on top of her, nipping at her neck, sucking until she left red marks on pale skin. Regina allowed one hand to reach behind her and dig nails into Emma's flesh through the fabric of her jeans. Leaning up from on top of Emma, Regina was now in prime position to remove the last layer between them, undoing Emma's jeans and guiding the woman to lean her hips up from the bed so she could pull them down smoothly, discarding them onto the floor.
Regina was surprised to see Emma sporting black lace underwear – truthfully she'd assumed her to be more of a boxers kind of person. She positioned herself down again on Emma; their hips flush against one another, and gave her another elongated open-mouthed kiss before using her teeth to nip and pull at the flesh on Emma's breasts in the same way as she had her neck.
Regina started to move her mouth downwards, her touch becoming softer and littered with kisses and licks as she traced the more sensitive skin between Emma's ribs. Regina spent some time at the line between Emma's hips, seemingly determined to kiss every fragment of skin that lay between them. Looking up into Emma's eye with a teasing smirk on her lips, Regina sat back on the bed and moved her head back down to where Emma's underwear barely covered her, teasing fingers at the edge of lace, tracing every line. Emma pushed herself into the path of Regina's fingers, but each time she did Regina's touch remained as light as possible, leaving Emma wanting more.
"Regina, please…" Emma moaned eventually, and Regina relented, lifting Emma's hips from the bed to remove the lace with a satisfied smirk.
Regina's fingers again teased, tracing the path to Emma's opening as slowly as possible. When they eventually got there, Regina traced lines up and down slowly before allowing one finger, two, to enter Emma. Emma's breath instinctively caught, nervously, as Regina began to work her fingers in and out in rhythm to match her own heartbeat. She continued to line kisses on the line between Emma's hips, her mouth seemingly content there, and Emma's hand ran softly through her hair as she did.
Regina's fingers entered further, curling slowly inside Emma and the thumb from her other hand began to slowly circle Emma's clit. The action made Emma shiver a little, the touch being sensitive, but she implored Regina to continue, and so the woman increased the speed of her movements.
Emma writhed, her arms stretching out on the pillows around her, her hips pushing upwards into the path of Regina's fingers.
Emma opened her eyes slightly and Regina's were staring darkly into her, ravenous and wanting, a smile of pride resting on her face. A third finger entered Emma, and the intensity heightened, fingers curling and uncurling inside Emma at a rapid rate. Emma closed her eyes again, and shuddered with shock as she felt Regina's tongue press harshly against her clit. Regina's fingers remained curling inside her as the tip of her tongue played with Emma's clit, pushing the bump from side to side.
"Hmm… Regina.." Emma moaned as her hips continued to push upwards, and Regina's tongue was lapping at her now, every portion of her satisfied with tongue. The pressure of Regina's tongue coupled with the fingers curling inside her led to a heat rising up in Emma, and she let out an extended moan, high-pitched and tense so as to let Regina to know she was near. Regina's tongue played with Emma's clit again, the speed continuing to rise until Emma could take no more, and she released with a cry.
Emma took a few seconds of deep breaths before turning her attention to Regina, who was over her in a flurry, covering her mouth with the remnants of her own taste. Emma put an arm around Regina's back and almost forcefully flipped her so their positions were switched. Regina gasped at the action, the sound unexpected and undoubtedly excited from her mouth.
A short period of Emma's tongue flicking expert strokes across her opening as a thumb manipulated her clit left Regina sated, releasing in a flurry of cries and nails digging into bedsheets.
Both women sat in silence for a few minutes afterwards, Regina's head tucked into Emma's neck and the blonde's arm around her shoulder.
"So, about that bath.." Emma broke the silence eventually, and received a laugh pressed into the side of her neck as a response. Regina pressed a light kiss where her lips rested, before sitting up in bed and Emma followed suit.
Emma stood slowly and moved to the bathtub at the end of the bed and turned the hot tap, water running into it and steam already floating up into the air. Regina, still naked, entered the bathroom and came out with a bottle of bubble bath, and began to pour it into the shallow water. Putting the bottle down, she lifted a hand to Emma's cheek and kissed her slowly.
The bath filled within a few minutes, and Regina stepped in first, her back pressed against the soft end of the tub and her arms resting on the sides. Emma hesitated before getting in, trying to decide the best position, before echoing Regina's position in front of her, so Regina's chest was pressed against her back, with the brunette's legs outside of her own.
Both women lay back for a while, their eyes closed. Regina could feel herself drifting into sleep, and so leaned forward into Emma, her lips against the blonde's right shoulder.
"Do you think we could sleep in here?"
"I wouldn't recommend it," Regina smirked into the kiss she planted where her lips rested on Emma's shoulder.
"Well I want to stay in here for a while anyway."
"That can be arranged."
Emma turned her head to whisper into Regina's shoulder. "I'm really happy, you know."
"Why do you say it as though I don't already know?"
"It's nice to remind people sometimes."
Regina kissed Emma's shoulder again. "I'm happy too." Both sat in silence for a few minutes. "Doesn't it feel a little premature that we're like this already? We've been officially together for a day. We'll be married by next week at this rate."
"Well, I don't plan on proposing yet. And I'd hope you don't either."
"Don't worry, you're off the hook."
Emma laughed, an easy, relaxed sound as her shoulders shook under Regina's mouth. "Good. Do you want to order some room service?"
"Now? It's.." Regina leant her arm over the side of the bath to check the time on her phone. "1:15am."
"I'm hungry!"
"Well, you'll have to get up to call them, because I'm certainly not."
Emma groaned. "Maybe if I shout loud, they'll hear me from here."
"I wouldn't recommend waking up the entire hotel in the middle of the night for some post-sex nachos."
"I might not have nachos. I might have fries."
"Well in that case, go ahead." Regina exclaimed in a sarcastic tone, "I'm sure they'd understand."
Emma groaned louder, and leant her head back to tap it lightly against Regina's collarbone. She stood slowly, the water levels dropping slightly as she grabbed a towel from the bed and wrapped it around herself before stepping out of the tub and towards the phone.
"Do you want anything?"
"Just you." Regina mocked, tilting her head back to rest on the back of the tub and give Emma a smirk.
"Well, you aren't taking any of my fries." Emma paused for a second, "or my nachos."
"You're incredibly predictable, dear."
"Yes..Hello," Emma broke off the conversation as the phone was answered, "Erm.. frites? Et.. nachos?" Emma offered nervously, and Regina laughed. "Room.. vingt-huit. Merci." Emma hung up swiftly, Regina still laughing at her broken attempts at a French accent.
"Hey, you can't laugh. I tried."
"Well, you sounded ridiculous."
"Thanks," Emma bent her hand into the water and flicked the water from her fingers at Regina.
"That was a very dangerous move, Miss Swan."
"Oh yeah? Do you want to get water all over this nice, clean bed? Come and get me." Emma lay down pointedly on the bed and grinned over at Regina.
Regina remained in the bath for a short while longer, while Emma lazily surfed the internet on her laptop.
"Hey, here we are," Emma picked up the laptop and held it out in front of Regina, showing pictures of the two of them that afternoon from a throwaway gossip website. "They've done a whole section about Paris arrivals."
"Did you go looking for pictures of us?"
"I just.. wanted to check I looked ok."
"I think this pseudo-fame is going to your head, dear." Regina finally stood from the bath, and Emma passed her the robe she had rested on the bed. Right on cue, there was a faint knock at the door.
"Come in," Regina called, as the two women walked out of the bedroom and into the living area. A waiter pushed in a trolley containing two plates, and Emma smiled awkwardly at him as he took in the two of him dripping water onto the floor. Emma smiled at him meekly, and Regina held up a finger telling him to wait before grabbing her purse and presenting him with a tip.
"Merci. Madame," He offered to Regina in goodbye, and gave Emma a curt nod in return for her embarrassed smile.
"Madame." Emma mocked once he left the room, "Bet I wouldn't have got a 'Madame' if it'd been me that gave him money."
"Of course he would, he's just being polite."
"He can see right through me. He knows which one of us was ordering nachos at 1am." Emma took the offending food and placed it on the table in the dining area.
"Emma, he saw us for a split second. Anyone that attempts to make rational predictions about a person in that time is undoubtedly wrong. Besides, the majority of those who stay here during Fashion Week are pompous and elitist, I'm sure that they would find you refreshing. I do, if it's any consolation."
"It is," Emma smirked, and Regina leaned down over the dining chair where Emma sat to give her a kiss.
A/N: I procrastinated writing this chapter by starting a new adventure-style fic. It's nowhere near ready to start posting, but it's so much fun to write, I'm really excited about it! So keep an eye out! :)