Apology No.1 : I know this is 24hrs late, but I have been so ridiculously busy I really haven't had a chance to even breathe in the past few week lets alone write. I worked 12hrs on Xmas Eve, Boxing Day, New Years Eve and New Years day plus a thousand other ridiculous hours.
Apology No.2 : As I was so busy this was written on my iPad on public transport whenever I got a spare moment to, and as it is late it is unbeta'd…. I have read and reread this but it is bound to be wrought with inaccuracies and mistakes, which could possibly be worse than usual (believe me I have corrected many a humorous auto correct and a few which I was unsure what I even originally meant) if there are any ridiculous typos like this I apologise.
I would like to say, that most of my readers are wonderful little faire folke and I try my hardest for you, and this project is the top of my priority list above all my other fics, OUAT art and parody projects et cetera. I love you all dearly and know many of you look forward to my updates. I love to write this not only for myself but for all of you, and I aim to write and publish this every Friday. This being said, I am only human and I sometimes this isn't possible or is very hard for me to do so. Today I have received several rather unpleasant PM's on Tumblr, AO3 AND tardiness this week…. To you all, I would just like to say that I am under no obligation to update weekly, and these messages (of which I received a great number) upset me greatly. The interaction with my readers is something I cherish most dearly, and to receive so many (quite nasty) messages saddened me and I hope you do not treat other writers in the same manner. I not paid to provide you updates, and I am not duty bound to do so, I write because I enjoy it and because I hope you enjoy reading it. I have enough anti swan queen and homophobic hate mail without my readers adding to it, and I would ask in future if you would just consider what you're sending to not only me, but to other writers. (Rant over) Love and kisses to you all, water under the bridge.
Now that's done and said…
This chapter is dedicated to Vix, thank you for being so wonderful in supporting me of late, it means more to me than I can say.
Now without further ado, you've waited long enough for it, here is chapter Nineteen, I hope you enjoy.
Phone Sex Friday
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It was late afternoon New Years Eve. Henry was playing on his new games console in his bedroom whilst downstairs in the den Regina and Emma were deep in conversation. The door was locked and the fire was roaring, the room cosy and intimate.
"New years typically mean new beginnings." Regina said as she played absent-mindedly with the bracelet on her wrist.
"They do." Emma responded. She stood up from her spot on the sofa, crossing the room to where Regina was sat against her desk, taking her hands in her own she smiled encouragingly. "We're on the same page Regina, we both want the same thing and neither of us can voice it yet, but that's okay." Placing her finger under the elder woman's chin she tilted her head to meet her own gaze. "This is going to be our year Regina, you, me and Henry. This is going to be our year." She repeated.
Regina smiled, tears welling in her eyes, before she coughed and stood, breaking eye contact, physical contact and the moment. She couldn't linger too long on such thoughts; the fear and hope threatened to suffocate her whenever she did. "Tonight there are rules."
"Of course Mistress."
Stronger once more, with more self-control she turned back to the blonde, "If you're with me you will make you're lower than me at all times; if I am stood you will sit, if I am sat you will kneel, is this understood?"
"Yes Mistress." Emma nodded.
"You will ensure my needs are met, that I am always with a drink if I want one, and that I always have someone to talk to." She continued.
"Yes Mistress."
"You will of course wear your day collar for all to see, and under your dress you will wear nipple clamps weighted by a chain and no underwear to remind you of who you belong to as the clock strikes twelve."
"Hmm yes Mistress." Emma hummed.
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Regina awoke to the sound of a loud bang from downstairs; sitting up abruptly she blinked away the sleep from her eyes. To her side lay a mass of blonde curls as Emma slept soundly in her bed. It was the second of January and Emma had spent every night with her since Christmas Eve. She felt a surreal sense of blissful contentment at the simplicity of their perfection. So understated was their divine happiness. More than she had ever hoped or dreamed of, who would have guessed her key to happiness would be the savior. She laughed softly to herself, for the first time she felt Emma deserved her elected title; she was a saviour, her saviour, and Henry's too. Somehow the blonde hurricane completed their lives, the altogether surprising missing piece in their family jigsaw. Maybe there was such a thing as fate after all. She had always firmly believed that one made their own destiny in life; that was what Rumpelstiltskin and her mother had always taught her, but when she looked down at the sleeping blonde she couldn't help but feel as though she and Emma were always destined to be together, that all the events that had come to pass to bring them to their current situation had to happen in order to bring about their 'happy ending'.
Placing a soft kiss against Emma's forehead she slipped quietly out of bed, wrapping her robe around herself before padding downstairs to investigate the early morning clamour coming from the kitchen.
Smiling softly she reached up over the stove to detach the frying pan from the hook, the frying pan that Henry had just been jumping in a vain attempt to reach. The loud bang which had awoken her she surmised was the sound of the other pans falling to the floor as Henry knocked them off. "Henry, what have I told you about cooking without adult supervision?!" She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at him, only just, he was growing taller every day, and very soon they'd be at eye level if she wasn't careful, or worse, he'd grow taller than her.
"I wanted to make you and Emma breakfast before you went to work." He explained. It was Emma and Regina's first day back at work after the excitement of Christmas and New Year. David had agreed to work for the past few days whilst Emma took a few days off, and now he would look after Henry with Mary Margaret as the school term didn't start back for a couple of weeks.
"It was a lovely thought Henry, but I'm up, and you aren't old enough to cook us breakfast just yet. Why don't you go upstairs and get your bag packed for the day." She placed a pack of bacon onto the counter top before setting the eggs down next to it. The simplicity of their morning routine was indeed perfection.
"Can I wake Emma up first?" He asked hopefully. He had always loved waking his moms up by jumping on their beds in the morning, and waking Emma in such a way was a joy he'd not experienced since he had stayed at the apartment, for some reason his mom always had an excuse as to why he couldn't, either Emma needed her rest, or she was already in the shower or up, sometimes Regina said he shouldn't disturb her because she had a headache. But then again there was that time Christmas Eve. when he had got to jump on both his moms at the same time when Emma was waiting in his moms room for him….
"No, just go and get your things ready, we don't want your grandmother blaming your upbringing for your disorganisation." The last time Henry had been late to meet Mary Margaret she had blamed Regina's approach as a mother for his tardiness. "Anyway if I know Emma, the smell of bacon will have her down quicker than you can say 'good morning'". Two things ruled Emma: her iron stomach and her sapphic desires, neither of which remained sated for very long.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later the tousled blonde shuffled into the kitchen wearing a pair of pyjama shorts which Regina had insisted she bring and a blue grey satin shirt, her shirt. It was the shirt Henry had once loaned to Emma behind Regina's back and the sheriff's devilish smirk was not lost on the brunette. "Morning."
"I see your sense of smell wasn't impaired during your sleep." She turned back to the stove, letting out a satisfied sigh as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
"Hmm." She hummed as she breathed in Regina's musky sweet scent. "Neither has my sense of taste." Emma kissed the nape of her neck, letting her tongue flick out against her skin. "You taste as divine as always."
"Get off." Regina laughed softly as she shrugged against Emma's embrace. "Henry will be down any moment."
Emma hummed again before reluctantly pulling away, it was getting harder and harder to end things. As she settled down in a chair opposite Regina she watched as she began to serve up, just as their son entered the room.
Regina looked up with a smile as she pushed two plates of French toast at them before setting down with a coffee and half a grapefruit.
"I thought I smelt bacon." Emma said as she tucked in hungrily to her breakfast.
"Nothing gets past you does it Sherlock." She jested. "I made us both BLT's for lunch."
Emma's smile grew, Regina was making her packed lunch, they might not officially be dating but she had spent the past nine nights at her house, they had officially exchanged the 'the three little words' and now Regina was making her a packed lunch. Maybe they weren't dating, but for now this was close enough. "Thanks."
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The morning was slow and the early afternoon was even slower at the sheriff's station. Emma was bored of playing minesweeper on her office PC, she was bored of tossing balls of paper into the waste paper basket and she was bored of reorganising the filing system. When the station's phone rang shrill from her office she nearly fell from the desk chair she was balanced atop during her latest game of 'floor is lava'. "Good afternoon Sheriffs' station please be calling with need of help!"
"Slow day?" Regina's asked through the receiver.
"You have no idea!" Emma sighed, so relieved and happy to hear her voice. "Second best thing to happen to me today."
"Only the second?" Regina asked, if Emma could see her now she'd have seen the scowl on her face as she swung her chair around so she could stare angrily out of the window.
"Before you get defensive, you currently hold the top three positions." She smiled as she sensed Regina's instant relaxation. "Thirdly the most amazing sandwiches ever, carful or I'll ask you to make me lunch every day." She joked.
"Careful, with compliments like that I will make you them every day." Her words hung in the air, she hadn't exactly meant them as a proposal, but once they had past her lips there was no way for her to get them back.
Clearing her throat Emma continued "secondly, as I said, this lovely surprise phone call." She paused momentarily before continuing. "Finally, my favourite moment of the day so far, was you kissing me when you thought I was asleep..."
Silence. Regina said nothing for several minutes as she processed the words Emma had said. "You were awake." She said bluntly, her voice showing no trace of her inner emotions.
"Yes, it was the most perfect start to the day, even better than your French toast, which is saying something."
Regina smiled, if nothing else Emma knew how to flatter. "Good," she whispered. "Now, can you do as you're told for me kitten."
Emma moaned in surprise and desire nodding her head, before remembering Regina couldn't see her actions and mumbling "yes Mistress."
"Good slut." Regina commended. "In the bottom drawer of your desk you will find a box, take it out but do not open it."
With a mixture of curiosity and obedience Emma pulled open her drawer to find one of Regina's black gift boxes this time tied with a pink ribbon. Setting it down on the desk she resisted the urge to tear open the ribbon and look inside.
"Take off your clothes." Came Regina's next command, calm and clear.
"What?" Emma gasped in shock.
"What Mistress." She corrected her. "You heard me, take off your clothes."
"Y-yes Mistress." She stuttered as her fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse, Regina's blouse. She draped the blouse over the back of her chair, not willing to risk the brunette's wrath if she creased it.
"Tell me what you're doing"
Were they really going to have phone sex? At work? Clicking the phone onto hands free, she then jumped up to lock the door to her office and roll down the blinds. "I'm taking off my bra Mistress," she said as she unhooked it before placing it on her desk atop her paperwork.
"Go on." Regina husked in encouragement.
Unzipping her boots she then stood up, unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying them down her legs and kicking them off. "I've just taken off my jeans for you Mistress."
"Go on." Regina repeated.
Swallowing hard Emma hooked her thumbs into her boy shorts, so Regina had meant it when she'd told her to get naked. Her heart was racing at the risk of getting caught, but the excitement coupled with her desire to please her mistress was overwhelming. "I'm taking them off now." She said as she pulled her briefs down her legs, letting them fall onto the pile of boots and denim on the floor.
"Good girl, now tell me how wet you are for me." Regina had wanted Emma all day, ever since she had seen her wearing her blue satin shirt. She had wanted to take Emma hard against the counter, but she couldn't, not with Henry in the house.
Emma groaned as her fingers slid against her abundant wetness, she hadn't realised how aroused she was, though she should have done, lately it seemed as though she was perpetually soaking wet. "God I'm so wet for you Mistress."
"Mmmm" Regina hummed in appreciation. "Good girl, now lick your fingers clean for me."
Bringing her sticky fingers to her lips, Emma licked them clean of her own residue. "All clean Mistress."
"You're such a good little slut." She purred into the phone. "So eager to please your Mistress aren't you?!"
"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress."
"Good, open the box, you will find three things inside." She could sense the smile on Emma's lips as she heard her tear her way into the gift. "Take the lube and the butt plug, you know what to do."
"Yes Mistress." Her voice was thick with desire as she obediently applied lubricant to the blue plug.
After a beat Regina's irritated voice was heard down the phone "I'm waiting."
Nodding again Emma slowly began to insert the plug, letting out a gasp and a moan as she did so.
"Such a good girl." Regina let her head fall back against her chair as she imagined Emma so obediently with the butt plug in her arse. "Now take out the rabbit." The last gift in the box was a white and pink Rampant Rabbit, 13cm in circumference and 14cm in length, it was a formidable toy. "Sit back in your chair and fuck your pretty little cunt with your new toy."
"Oh God." Emma groaned before falling back into her chair, only to moan again as the plug was forced deeper into her arse by the contact. She didn't even need to lube the rabbit as her own lubricant dripped down the inside of her thighs, pushing the head in she once more moaned as she felt it stretch her as she took it deep inside of herself. When entered to the hilt she turned both of the controls to max, her body shuddering as the shaft and ears vibrated to life.
"Pinch your nipples hard." Regina commanded as she hitched her own skirt up over her hips, pulling her soaked black lace panties down her legs before slipping two fingers inside of herself, her breathing hitched.
Pinching and pulling against her nipples each in turn, Emma continued to thrust the rabbit deep inside of herself.
"Describe it for me slut." Regina husked as her thumb danced over her own clit. "Tell me how it feels."
"It feels good, so good Mistress." Emma breathed, barely able to string a sentence together as she began to grow heady. "I love to feel full for you, to be stretched for you." The vibrations from the shaft of the rabbit we're bringing her dangerously close, and with one touch of the ears against her clit she was lost to the sensations. "Oh God I'm close." Her voice was shaky as the world began to slip away. "Can I come? Please let me come for you." She begged.
"No!" Came Regina's response, calm and clear. She wasn't close enough yet, and she wanted to come together, there was no was she was letting Emma climax first. "Don't you dare come without my permission."
Emma's whimper was desperate and needy, she didn't know if she could hold off until commanded. She wanted so desperately to please her Mistress, but her need to climax was compelling. Biting down hard on her lower lip she screwed her eyes tight shut as she tried with all her might to control her body.
Regina teased her thumb against her clit, adding a third finger as she began to thrust harder inside of herself, the beads of perspiration decorating her cleavage, shining in the firelight like small diamonds of desire as she grew ever closer. She too bit down on her lip in unbeknownst symmetry. With her eyes closed all she could imagine was the image of Emma doing as she directed before her, the sound of her laboured breaths turning her on even more, tipping her over the edge. "Come for me whore." She commanded as the shockwaves rolled over her, gritting her teeth desperate not to moan out loud, desperate not to give Emma the added satisfaction.
Emma's entire body shook with the force of her climax as her great reward was bestowed upon her, tearing through her frame in a kaleidoscope of earth shattering wonder.
As her shaky breaths finally settled to normal Emma let out a small laugh, her legs had spasmed so hard they cramped and her mouth was so dry she couldn't even swallow. Slowly she slid the rabbit from inside of herself, turning it off and placing the dripping toy on the desk and picking up her mug, downing her cold coffee in one desperate gulp.
"Thirsty?" Regina giggled as she licked her own fingers clean, hearing Emma's hum in response she smiled, before pulling her knickers back up her legs. "You're such a good girl Emma."
"Always, for you."
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It was twenty minutes to midnight in square of Storybrooke. Lights were hung from every tree and music played through the green, everyone was joyous and full of spirit as they counted down to 2015.
"Miss Swan, can I borrow you?" Regina asked as she approached the blonde her son and Doctor Hopper.
"Sure." Emma smiled. "Will you be okay with Archie kid?" She asked looking between them as they both gave a nod of agreement.
As Emma and Regina walked off away from the party Henry turned to Archie with a smile. "Archie."
"Yes?" He asked as he too watched the two women walking away, he was curious and pleased to see how the relationship between the two women had changed over the years to something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"I need a partner for a new operation, can you help me?"
"What's your operation?" Archie turned back to Henry with a frown.
"I think my mom's are up to something."
"I think you might be right."
Away from the party Regina led Emma to her car. "Get in." She said as she slid into the drivers seat, buckling up her belt before they sped off. After a while Regina stopped the car and got out, walking a steep walk up a hill with Emma running behind to keep up.
"Where are we going?" She asked breathlessly as she caught up with the brunette.
"Do you trust me."
"With my life… With my heart." She whispered as they reached the top of the hill.
"And I with yours." Regina replied sincerely. "Look." She said gesturing ahead. They were stood at the top of a hill in the forest overlooking all of Storybrooke; the sky was clear with a thousand stars twinkling overhead, down below they could see the lights of the party behind the clock tower. "It's nearly midnight." She said frankly.
"It is." Emma replied as she looked down, it was a truly beautiful and moving sight, her entire home, New Year, and here she was alone, in a clearing with Regina.
"Emma..." She said quietly as she turned back to face her. She felt nervous, vulnerable even, but alive.
"Yes Mistress."
"Regina." She corrected.
"Regina." Emma whispered, as the brunette leant in, green eyes fluttering close as soft lips pressed against her own. She brought her own gloved hands up to rest against Regina's cheeks as she kissed her back, so much emotion and unsaid words conveyed in their kiss. Just then the clock chimed midnight.
Pulling back Regina smiled bright, her eyes once again pricked with tears. "Happy New Year Emma." She breathed."
"Happy New Year."
This was already a long chapter and late, and I felt it best finished here, but chapter 20 will continue on the same day
Happy New Year to all my lovely little faeries, I hope this year is kind to you all, wherever you may be xoxoxo
Sneak Peak Chap 20: Phone Sex Friday Continued