Regina and Emma stumbled up the staircase blindly as they grabbed at the curves of each other's bodies, clutching to bring the other as close as possible. They gasped for breath between deep, yearning kisses, using tongues and teeth with more desperation than finesse. Occasionally one of them would thump against the wall as their spacial awareness was currently overruled by lust and passion and need.
Emma breathed in Regina like she was a fresh breath of air after being underwater for far too long. The brunette's lips were like a balm to Emma's raw soul, her feelings of rejection and anger were quickly being washed away by the older woman's caressing hands and warm embrace. Regina wanted her, cared about her, and Emma reveled in the glow of genuine acceptance.
Regina felt light and warm, like a heady rush of Champaign bubbles in a steamy bath. She didn't realize how much weight she had been carrying, suppressing her true feelings for Emma until she gave into them. Heat flooded through her body as every cell tingled with that feeling of pseudo-magic that she missed so much. Emma was the only person who could make Regina feel whole again, feel powerful and alive and happy.
It had been terrifying, voicing her true feelings to Emma. For the first time since she could remember, Regina made herself vulnerable to another person. She had taken a leap of faith, and was now reaping the rewards wrapped up in the woman she loved.
Yes, Regina could now begin to admit to herself that the feelings she had for Emma were love, the embers of that emotion stoked into flames with beach brush of her lips.
The two woman fell into Regina's bedroom. Emma kicked the door shut behind them and pushed Regina up against the wall with a thud. The blond quickly divested the brunette of her jacket as she trailed open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbones, relishing the taste of Regina's skin after such a long reprieve. Regina plunged her fingers in Emma's hair to invite more pressure form the blonde's mouth, shuddering at the younger woman's soft lips and wet tongue against her sensitive skin.
Regina's silk camisole was removed, followed by Emma's long sleeve top. The blonde pressed her body against Regina's to feel as much of the other woman as possible. Regina's back hit the wall and she gasped at the cold, hard surface.
"Emma, bed," she reminded her blonde lover. They didn't have to rush, they didn't have to maneuver around narrow couches and hard furniture. Tonight they were going to take their time. They were going to make love in a bed, they were going to slip between soft sheets and take each other over and over again until they fell asleep in one another's arms.
Emma pulled Regina away from the wall but kept her close against her body, enjoying the other woman's body heat. As they made their way across the room the two women removed the rest of their clothes so when they finally fell into bed, they were gloriously naked.
They scrambled to the middle of the mattress, vying for position. At first Emma tried to be on top, but Regina was hungrier and overpowered the blonde. Looking down at her lover, Regina smiled, knowing that Emma was hers.
The brunette dipped her head down and brought her mouth against the blonde's. Regina planted kisses of ownership on Emma's lips and nipped possessively along her neck, staking her claim.
Regina moved her hand down to cup Emma's breast, the blonde arching her back to press the mound more firmly against the soft palm. The brunette's fingertips danced across the peaked nipples in familiar patters that came like second nature.
Emma moaned at the precise touch, her body twitching and undulating under the weight of Regina on top of her. Volts of pleasure shot directly to her core, as if there was a direct connection between her nipples and her clit. Light scratches and pinches made Emma's sex clench and flood with desire, her nerve endings firing off like an electrical storm.
Regina moved her warm mouth down to cover Emma's breast, tongue circling the hardened buds and lathing over the bumpy areola, her nose gliding across the silky smooth surface of Emma's firm breast. The combination of all the heavenly sensations was making the brunette hungry for more.
Regina slipped a hand down to Emma's center, swiped two fingers deftly through the soaked folds and brought the moisture up to the breast she was lathing over. She rubbed the wetness on Emma's nipple and wasted no time in mouthing the arousal off of the pale skin, moaning at the taste.
Emma gasped, exhilarated at how much her lover wanted to taste and touch her. The blonde brought her lover's mouth back up to her own and kissed her deeply, tasting a hint of herself on Regina's tongue.
The two women writhed against each other in a dance of desperate desire. Gone were the walls that Regina had put up to protect herself from yet another tragic loss. Gone were Emma's defense mechanisms that guarded her heart which had become so bruised with rejection. Both women reveled in their bliss as they rediscovered each other with a deeper level of trust and understanding.
Regina positioned her hips so that they canted diagonally against Emma's, sliding one thigh between the blonde's legs. Emma was warm and wet, and Regina's body responded in kind.
"I want to feel you against me, Emma," Regina pleaded, rolling her hips against the other woman's, suggesting at what she wanted to do.
Emma read the brunette's body language in a way only a lover could. She parted her legs wider as she felt Regina's hot, wet cunt make contact with her own. Emma needed more pressure, and slid her hands down to Regina's ass to pull her hips into a rocking motion.
Emma loved Regina's round, firm backside and took any excuse to grab it. She squeezed pliable flesh under her fingertips, which only spurred the brunette on with greater fervor.
The moans and gasps coming from Emma were like fuel to Regina. With each thrust she pushed her hips harder, until they were grinding so hard it was almost painful. The blonde wrapped a leg around the back of Regina's thigh, introducing a new angle to bring their slick centers even closer. Regina felt her hardened clit glide over Emma's and both woman shuddered at the contact, keeping their hips in place as they repeated the motion over and over again.
Regina could feel herself becoming insatiable, wanting, needing more and more of the blonde.
"Fuck, Emma," Regina panted as she undulated against the woman beneath her. She grabbed one of Emma's slender ankles and held the leg at an angle away from her body, giving her complete control of the situation. Emma didn't even fight it, she just let Regina take what she wanted.
The blonde could feel the desire radiating from the brunette's body like a flame. Emma never wanted to stop. A light sheen of sweat glistened on both of the women's skin, their actions becoming desperate as they both climbed towards release.
Emma cupped Regina's face with both of her hands and brought their foreheads together. She wanted to feel their emotional connection as much as their physical connection. Brown eyes gazed deeply into green ones. Emma didn't want to miss a moment, she wanted to experience every moan, every expression, every gasp for breath.
"Regina. God, you feel so good," Emma panted, making the blonde grind even harder. Regina hit a particular spot with force and the blonde threw her head back and cried out Regina's name.
Both women tumbled over the edge in a rushed orgasm. It would be the first of many that night.
SQ
What happened here?" Regina asked as she ran a finger down the length of a faint white scar on Emma's back. Emma was lying on her stomach, still riding the high of their love making. They had gone a few more rounds before exhaustion got the better of them and they fell onto the mattress holding onto each other, not wanting to break contact.
After they caught their breath, the pair had done something completely new; after they had finished kissing and caressing each other, they laid in bed together and talked.
"Foster parents." Emma answered blithely. "Short temper, long reach with a belt," she joked half-heartedly, her face resting on the pillow and her eyes becoming heavy with sleepiness.
Regina's finger stopped in its tracks, along with her heart. Emma glanced up from the pillow and saw true concern on Regina's face. The Mayor's brow furrowed and her eyes glistened with sadness. A shadow fell over her features. It was completely different that the way her face shaded in anger, but it still retained a depth of darkness. Her gaze dropped to the bed as if she couldn't bear to look at Emma.
"Hey, it's ok. It happened a long time ago." Emma reached out and tried to soothe her lover.
Regina looked back at Emma with an expression of complete regret and sincerity. "I'm sorry I hit you," she whispered, referring to the night in the car after Emma had gotten drunk with Ruby and Mary Margaret.
"Thats ok. I shouldn't have said what I said. I was out of line, and I deserved it," Emma tried to reassure her.
Regina cupped her hand to the side of Emma's face and looked her square in the eye, "No, you didn't," she said firmly but compassionately. "It was wrong of me and I should not have done that. I am so sorry Emma, and I swear I will never do it again."
Emma rolled towards Regina and put her arms around the other woman's waist, drawing her near for a kiss. Regina wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her close, diving in without reservation. It was tender and deep, unlike so many of their previous passionate embraces. When they finally parted, Regina missed Emma's lips as soon as they left her own. She slipped down into a supine position and tucked herself in behind the blonde, holding her close.
Nestling into Emma's warmth, Regina murmured into her ear, "Sleep." It was an invitation, not a command.
SQ
It was early morning, around six a.m. when Emma woke up next to Regina, both of them still naked. Emma was curved around the back of the other woman, and for a minute she just lay still, enjoying the quiet serenity and the closeness between them, listening to Regina's deep breathing. Emma knew that this moment couldn't last though, and she gently nosed the back of Regina's neck, planting light kisses along her smooth shoulders.
"Mmmmm..." Regina moaned, slowly coming out her sleep-coma, and stretching slightly while still being held in Emma's arms.
"Morning beautiful," Emma whispered near the brunette's ear, and felt the woman smile, even though she couldn't see her face.
Regina turned slowly to face Emma, sliding one arm over Emma's waist and snuggling close to her.
"It's early," the brunette stated sleepily, keeping her eyes closed.
"I know. I have to go before Henry wakes up," Emma stated regretfully. "But first…"
The blond snaked a hand down the side of Regina's body, trailing her fingertips to the side of the brunette's hip and traced slow, suggestive circles on the smooth skin.
"Emma…" The Mayor moaned in a low tone.
"Mmmm?" The blonde's hand didn't stop, rather it kept moving towards it's goal.
"Don't start something we don't have time to finish," Regina warned coyly.
Emma's hand found a path between their bodies and skimmed her blunt fingernails lightly over the outside of Regina's swollen labia. The brunette reflexively rocked her hips against the contact.
"I think I can manage," Emma whispered as she continued to tickle her fingers closer and closer to Regina's core. "I have been dreaming about doing this since the night we met; waking up with you in bed, feeling your naked body against mine…"
Fingertips circled a tender clit with light pressure. Regina groaned.
"Wrapping my arms around you and kissing your lips…"
Emma pressed a kiss against Regina's open mouth as her fingers dug a little deeper between silken folds.
"Feeling how wet you get when I do this…"
The blonde gently wiggled one digit into the brunette's warm center, feeling the slick muscles clench slightly at the intrusion. Regina felt her libido kick into gear, still warm from last night's escapades.
"Moving my fingers inside of you and hearing you say my name…"
"Emma…" Regina gasped.
"Say it again." She slipped in a second finger.
"Emma." Regina's voice was a little louder, a little more desperate.
"One more time baby." Two fingers inserted to the knuckle, curling to hit just the right spot.
"Emma! Fuck. Oh Emma, don't stop." Regina pleaded.
Emma complied, twisting and flexing her wrist, pushing and pulling her hand with the right balance of firmness and gentle care. Her thumb found Regina's sensitive clit that was begging for attention and rubbed it on the outside as her fingers caressed from the inside, bringing her lover to the edge and gently over. Regina's body racked against the blonde's as Emma drew out every shudder and twitch until the brunette was completely spent.
After a minute, Regina's flushed face emerged from Emma's tangle of blonde hair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She kissed the blonde, trying to convey how sated and content she was without words.
"I wish I had time to pay you back," the Mayor offered, brushing her fingertips lightly through Emma's disheveled hair.
The blond smiled, giving Regina a squeeze. "We have plenty of time, just not right now." She gave her lover a few more languid kisses before pulling away reluctantly.
"I have to go."
Regina pouted.
"Henry," she explained in one word.
The brunette nodded, realizing the same thought that was in the other woman's head. While last night they had agreed to make their relationship official, it still needed to be kept a secret until they could find a way to break it to Henry. They had no idea how he would take it, but they knew that him waking up to the two of them naked in bed together would not be helpful.
"Yeah," Regina conceded, knowing she would miss the blonde's body as soon as it left her side.
Emma kissed her gently on the lips, squeezing her close and breathing in her scent. "I'll miss you," she said, almost reading Regina's thoughts.
"Me too," Regina said honestly, and it felt so good to lay her emotions bare before the one person who would take the best care of them.
"I'll call you later," Emma decided, giving the other woman one more kiss before she broke the embrace and slowly climbed out of bed.
Regina watched her incredible naked body cross the room to get dressed silently. "I'll talk to Henry today."
Emma raised her eyebrows. "You sure?" Regina nodded. "Need my help?"
Regina shook her head gently. "It might be best coming from me."
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, well call me if you need back-up," she joked lightheartedly, before planting one last kiss upon the lips she just couldn't get enough of.
SQ
"Henry, I'd like to talk to you about something," Regina stated hesitantly, placing Henry's lunch in front of him. She had been working up the courage all morning to finally confront him with the news that she and his birthmother were in a relationship. "If I told you that I was dating someone, how would you feel?"
Henry looked at her obviously confused and somewhat astonished. He never pictured his mother dating anybody; she always seemed like such a loner and too cold for anyone to like. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, and it never occurred to him that she would ask him about it. "Um, I dunno."
"Well, It's someone I know you already like, and recently we have become...close. I just wanted to let you know before anybody else did because I love you and your opinion matters to me."
It was the first time his mother ever put his feelings equal to or above her own and he softened a little, getting used to this new, nicer person his mother was becoming. "Well, I think it would be ok. Who is it?" he asked.
Regina took a deep breath. "It's...Emma."
Henry's eyes flew open wide, and he recoiled in shock. "Emma! But, you hate her! You're always so mean to her!"
"Well sometimes people have trouble showing their feelings, even me. And yes, I have been somewhat less than welcoming to her in the past, but we have changed and we have to come to the realization that we both like each other...very much."
"So she likes you too?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes, she does."
"But...but...thats not supposed to happen! You're the Evil Queen and she's the Savior and...and...you can't do that! You're going to ruin everything!" Henry jumped up and ran out the door, his mother calling after him, pleading him to come back, but Henry kept running.
SQ
Emma was just finishing her own lunch when Mary Margaret burst through the door of their apartment.
"Guess what! Guess what! He woke up!" the woman shouted enthusiastically.
"Whuff?" Emma tried to answer, her mouth full with the last bite of a turkey sandwich.
"John Doe, the guy in a coma at the hospital! He woke up!"
"No way! That's great! How is he?" Emma responded after swallowing her food.
"Good! I mean, he's healthy and there seem to be no detrimental effects of the coma…except, well, the memory loss."
"Memory loss?"
"Well, more like amnesia. He can't remember his name or anything about his past." The woman winced.
"Damn, well that sucks about the amnesia, but it's great that he's awake! When did it happen?"
"Last night when I was reading to him." Emma raised her eyebrows. "Shut up, it's been proven that people in comas can still hear what's going on around them, and I didn't want him to get bored."
Emma giggled.
"Anyway, like I was saying, I was reading to him and he just opened his eyes and looked up at me and smiled! It was like magic!"
"Wow, that's great Mary Margaret!"
"I know! I'm going to shower and change then head back over to the hospital. The doctors want him to start physical therapy right away, and I've volunteered to help him learn how to walk again. He's been asleep for so long his muscles have atrophied."
"Aw yiss, sexy nurse Blanchard on the job!" Emma teased as her friend threw her an unamused look. "Hey, just joking. By the way, you should wear that blue sundress, it makes your eyes pop," she offered.
"Already on it!" Mary Margaret chirped as she skipped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Emma smiled to herself, enjoying just how well everything seemed to be going. First she and Regina made up during a night of passionate, groundbreaking sex and were well on their way to a real relationship. Now, Mary Margaret seemed to be finding her own happiness. Things were finally falling into place.
Just then her phone rang.
"Hey. How did it go?" Emma answered her phone as soon as she saw who it was.
"Not great. He ran away from me...again," Regina stated dejectedly.
"Oh man. I was afraid of this. Ok, I might know where he is. Let me go after him and see what I can do."
"He told me I was evil and that I was going to ruin everything. I'm not sure he is going to be receptive to the idea."
Emma sighed. "Shit. Well, let me at least find him, and then we'll go from there."
"Ok."
"Hey-"
"What?"
"I miss you."
Regina smiled for the first time since Emma left her that morning. "I miss you too. Now go find our son."
SQ
As suspected, Emma found Henry in the back corner of the closed-down library. Emma walked over to him slowly, trying to read his expression. He was sitting under his sleeping bag, arms crossed, refusing to look at Emma.
"Hey kid. Whatcha doing?" Emma asked, trying to sound casual. She had no idea how to approach this situation; it was defiantly not something she ever considered happening, and she wanted to be as careful as possible.
Henry didn't answer, but turned his face away from Emma is an act of childish stubbornness.
Emma sighed, and took a seat on the floor next to Henry. "Henry, I'm sorry if you are upset. I didn't want you to feel bad about this. It's actually a good thing."
"No it's not!" Henry refuted back, turning towards Emma and glowering at her. "You are supposed to defeat the Evil Queen, not fall in love with her! You are ruining it!"
"Henry, we can't choose who we fall for. I didn't come here expecting to have feelings for your mom, but somehow it happened and we are both really happy about it." She tried to help him understand, but how do you explain these complicated situations to a child? She might as well be trying to teach him quantum physics. She opted for a different approach.
She took a breath. "Your book says that I am the one to break the spell and defeat the Evil Queen, right?" she started. "Well, define 'defeat'"?
Henry looked at her quizzically.
"Am I supposed to kill your mom? Is that what you want to happen?" she asked Henry, raising one eyebrow.
"Well, no..." he responded. In fact, Henry really hadn't thought about it before. Of course he didn't want his mother dead, but now he was confused at how she was supposed to be defeated.
"You want me to put her in jail for the rest of her life?" Emma asked again, and Henry shook his head. Emma continued. "I've been thinking. I don't think your book wants Regina dead or imprisoned either. She is still your mom and she loves you, and you love her. I think it has more to do with changing who the Evil Queen is...making her good, not evil. Your teacher Mary Margaret said something to me. She said that love is the most powerful force. It can overcome anything, even evil. If we love your mom, and if she loves us in return, then maybe she won't be evil anymore, and the spell will break."
Henry looked at her softly, his anger dissolving at his birthmother's words. It sounded...right. The book never specifically said how the Evil Queen was to be defeated, so why couldn't it this be the way?
"You think that would work?" he asked sincerely.
"I think it's worth a shot." Emma said earnestly.
Henry mused over the idea for a moment. "Ok, we'll try it. But I still can't believe you like her though; she was mean to you."
Emma smiled. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly super nice to her either. Sometimes adults get confused about their feelings and don't know how to show them. It's hard being a grown-up, you know."
"Then I never want to grow up," Henry stated unrealistically, making Emma laugh as she helped him off the floor, making their way back to Regina.