Later that week Emma was invited over for dinner. Regina thought it would be a good way to ease the three of them into this new situation. Since Emma and Henry talked, the kid had been more receptive to the idea of his two mothers being in a relationship. He had even warmed a little more towards Regina, telling her more about his days at school when she asked, and saying "I love you" to her like he used to. Regina could see that he was trying to make a change, and she consciously decided that she should be more compromising as well.
Regina and Henry decided to make it pizza night, and Emma was going to bring the drinks. She showed up with soda for Henry and wine for the adults. Regina looked skeptically at the soda as Emma walked through the door; usually this kind of junk was not even allowed in the house.
"C'mon Regina, it's Sprite, caffeine free, and I almost brought us beer cause that's what you're supposed to drink with pizza, but I knew you hate beer so I got us Pinot Noir." Emma already had her defense planned, and she gave the Mayor a quick kiss on the lips to soften her up.
It worked. "Ok, fine," the Mayor relented. Emma looked to happy to argue with, and since this was a kind of a big night for everyone, Regina wanted it to go as smoothly as possible. Henry was still upstairs in his room, and the two women made their way to the kitchen to get the food ready.
As soon as Emma put the drinks on the counter she turned suddenly and came up behind Regina, wrapping her arms around her waist, taking the brunette by surprise. Emma buried her face in the Mayor's neck, kissing her skin and breathing her in as she ran her hands along her hips and thighs. Regina always smelled great.
"Emma..." Regina teased in a scolding tone, yet she placed her hands over Emma's, lacing her fingers in the blonde's and encouraged them to press against her.
"Shhh, I just want to feel you. I missed you." It had only been 24 hours since they had seen each other. The day before Emma had popped into Regina's office on the pretense of dropping off paperwork, but quickly turned their meeting into a mini make-out session. Regina tried to act scandalized, but allowed Emma five minutes of tantalizing kisses before shooing her out the door. The way the deputy pouted was adorable.
Regina turned in the blonde's arms and placed her hands to the sides of Emma's face, redirecting those pink lips towards her own. It felt so good to be together again, not hiding behind closed doors in the middle of the night, knowing that they could be open with each other and slowly let the world in, starting with Henry. Regina moaned into Emma's mouth, knowing it drove her crazy when she used her deep, sexy voice.
Emma trailed her fingers to the front of the Mayor's blouse, playing with the buttons and itching to get to the soft skin underneath. "Un-Uh" Regina moaned into Emma's mouth. "Don't start something we can't finish. Henry could come down at any moment," she said in a low voice, leaning her head against Emma's.
Emma groaned. "I know. I just don't know how long I can hold out. You're so pretty," she grinned at Regina, flirting for all she was worth.
Regina smiled back. "Well if you can make it through dinner, I may have a surprise for you later," she whispered enticingly.
Emma sucked in a breath. Images of lingerie, whipped cream, and Regina's naked body flooded her brain, and reluctantly Emma let go of the other woman. "Ok, but you better not be teasing me."
"I never tease." The Mayor smiled an incredibly seductive smile at Emma, and the two women moved away from each other just in time. Henry came skidding into the kitchen.
"Emma! I'm glad you're here. I have to show you something," he stated excitedly.
"Hey kid. Ok, whats up?" Emma asked smiling and putting and arm around Henry's shoulder.
"It's in my room. Mom, can Emma come up for a minute before dinner?"
Regina looked at the two of them smiling identical smiles at her and she couldn't resist. "Alright, but we start making pizza in ten minutes."
"Ok!" Henry grabbed Emma's hand and drug her up the staircase. He ran into his room and dove under his bead, pulling out the shoebox with the glass shard in it and his leather-bound fairy tale book.
"I think I figured out what this thing in," he said confidently, turning to a page in the book that had an illustration of Snow White asleep in her glass coffin. "Look a this." He unraveled the sock containing the object and held it next to the picture.
"See the lines on the coffin, i think that's silver. And see how they do that criss-cross thing, it looks like the silver on this glass shard," he pointed out. Emma had to admit, the detail in the picture did look like the metalwork on the object in Henry's hand, but it still didn't mean anything to Emma. I was pretty obvious to Henry though, and he looked like he had just discovered a new planet in the solar system.
"Ok, it does look similar. But don't think you are going back in that mine. It's entirely too dangerous," Emma stated preemptively, afraid that Henry would want to go looking for some imaginary glass coffin.
"I know, I won't. Umm, Emma?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you really think we can break the spell? I mean, what if we can't? What if mom goes back to being evil again?" he worried.
"I wouldn't worry about that kid. Remember, I'm the Savior! It's like my destiny, right?" Henry nodded. "So we don't need to be worried about anything. Anyway, it's pizza time! Get excited, you mom said you could have soda. I think we're wearing her down," Emma grinned, winking at her son and followed him out of his room, descending the stairs towards the kitchen.
SQ
Making dinner was a new experience for everyone. Emma had never made hand-thrown pizza before, Regina had never taught anyone to make it before, and Henry had never seem his mom smile so much before. Regina was showing Emma how to use her fists to thin-out the dough into a circular shape, but Emma's kept coming out too thin in some places and too thick in others, and she could only manage an amoeba-shape at best. Emma was quickly becoming frustrated.
When she finally tore a hole in the middle, ultimately dooming the wonky-shaped creation she worked so hard at, Emma swore under her breath, balled it up in defeat and threw it on the counter.
"This is why God created Domino's," she declared, and Regina and Henry both burst out laughing.
"Hey! I'd like to see you try it," she stated defensively, pointing at Henry. "And you," she pointed at Regina, "You've done this before; I haven't. I bet you weren't so great your first time."
"Actually, dear, I was perfect my first time," she alluded over the rim of her wine glass with a naughty gleam in her eye that was meant only for Emma; Henry missed it completely.
"Yeah, the first time my mom made pizza it was pretty good," Henry confirmed innocently, sending Emma and Regina chortling into their wine.
After Regina agreed to make everyone's pizzas they had dinner in the dining room, and for once the walls echoed with laughter and stories instead of the usual silence and forced conversation that accompanied Regina and Henry's dinners in the past. Henry could see a definite change in his mother as she joked and talked pleasantly with Emma and himself. Her features seemed softer and her body more relaxed. He liked this new person him mom was becoming, and for the first time he felt real hope that everything would be ok.
After dinner, the trio retired to the living room. Henry excitedly picked out a movie for them to watch as Regina and Emma settled on the couch. Henry grabbed a blanket and made camp on the floor as close to the TV as his mom would allow. As the movie wore on, Emma inched closer and closer to the brunette until their sides were pressed together. She curled on arm around Regina's shoulders and grinned when the woman leaned into her body, situating herself into the curve of Emma's form. The blonde rubbed her fingers across Regina's shoulder as the brunette rested one hand on Emma's leg, occasionally playing with the seam of her jeans on the inside of her thigh.
Henry's head began to drop, and eventually rested on a pillow in front of him. After a minute his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, lulled to sleep by a full belly and the glow of the TV screen. Emma nudged Regina and motioned that she would take him upstairs.
Emma squeezed Regina's hand before leaning down and gently shaking Henry awake. "Hey kid, time for bed," she told him as his eyes fluttered open. He nodded silently and rose heavily to stumble up the stairs. Emma followed him up and made sure he brushed his teeth and was tucked into bed. She was turning to leave his room when he spoke up in a sleepy voice. "Are you leaving?" he asked.
"Not yet," Emma answered, not sure how much information to give away about how long she was going to stay over.
"You can stay if you want. I have a sleeping bag if you want to sleep over," he offered innocently.
Emma smirked to herself. "Thanks kid, I'll think about it. Sweet dreams," she answered as she closed his door softly. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where Regina was placing the last dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Emma leaned silently against the doorframe enjoying the domesticity of the scene in front of her.
Regina placed soap in the reservoir, push the button for the normal cycle, and closed the door securely with her hip. She grabbed a dish towel to wipe the counter one last time, picking up her wine glass with her other hand. She took a sip of wine while she laid the towel over the lip of the sink. Even the way Regina cleaned was sexy, and Emma wanted her immediately.
"You know" Emma said, breaking the silence, "Henry said I could sleep over if I wanted," she hinted obviously.
The brunette turned around slowly and made eye contact with Emma from across the room. "Oh really?"
"Well he said I could use his sleeping bag, but I was thinking your bed might be more fun," Emma said as she walked across the kitchen, reaching out for Regina's hips. Placing her hands eagerly on either side of the brunette's body, Emma pulled her close and leaned in for a deep kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue.
Regina placed her glass on the counter behind her so she could reach her hands to Emma's hair, letting her fingers slide through blonde strands that had become so familiar to her touch. Emma's mouth covered Regina's, her lips sliding over and between the brunette's slowly, taking in every movement, every taste, every response. Emma loved kissing this woman, she could have done it forever, if there weren't other things she liked doing to Regina just as much as kissing. That reminded her.
"Mmmm..." she moaned against the brunette's mouth, breaking their kiss. "So what is that surprise you have for me?" she asked, licking her bottom lip and looking hopefully into Regina's heavy-laden eyes.
The woman smiled and took Emma's hand. "Come with me," she ordered in a low, sexy tone and led Emma towards the staircase.
When they entered the bedroom, Emma's imagination started to go into overload, already loving where this was starting. Regina walked over to her dresser and pulled open a drawer. Standing next to it she motioned for Emma to come over. Emma obliged, wondering what devious plan the Mayor had in mind. When she looked into the drawer, she noticed it was empty.
"Ok, I don't get it," Emma said, looking at Regina with a curious expression.
The Mayor smiled. "It's yours. The drawer. I thought you might like to keep some things here if you are going to be...sleeping over," she smiled, using Henry's terminology. "I also made some space for you in the closet and I got you your own toothbrush. I know it's not much, but I thought it would be nice for you keep some things here if you wanted to. I thought you'd like it," she said almost sheepishly.
Emma was floored. This definitely wasn't the surprise she was expecting; it was so much better.
"I love it. Thank you, Regina," Emma responded with sincerity, grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss. Regina gave herself over without hesitation, allowing Emma's lips and tongue to glide over her own in a way that was gentle and caring, before Emma's teeth grazed Regina's bottom lip, bringing a gasp reflexively from the Mayor's lips. Emma broke their kiss first and looked gratefully into brown eyes dark with desire.
Emma knew what it meant that Regina even allowed her in her bedroom at all, and making space for her in her private world said so much more than words ever could. Smiling she took off her red jacket, plopped it into the drawer unceremoniously, and nudged the drawer shut with her thigh, already claiming her new space. Regina chuckled at Emma's eagerness to use her new present.
"So does this make me your girlfriend?" Emma asked coyly.
"If that's the title you wish to use, I wouldn't be opposed. However, I simply prefer to think of you as Mine," Regina practically growled.
Emma's sex clenched. She loved it when Regina was possessive about her. No one had ever wanted her so bad, and she would give herself to Regina over and over again.
The women wasted no time shedding their clothes and falling onto the bed, hands running over bare skin, lips caressing necks and jawlines with mutual moans of pleasure and adoration mingling in their throats. Regina moved to roll Emma onto her back as she sat upright, straddling the other woman's hips. The Mayor looked down at her prize, smirking seductively.
"So, my dear, what are you in the mood for tonight?" the brunette asked, her voice thick like honey bourbon.
Emma gulped. She wasn't used to having control in the bedroom, but if Regina was relinquishing the reigns, Emma would be happy to pick them up.
"Well, there is one thing I haven't been able to get out of my mind," Emma alluded, sitting up and placing a deep kiss on plump, red lips. Regina moaned deep in her throat.
Gathering her confidence, the blonde reset her forehead against her lover's and spoke clearly, so she wouldn't have to repeat herself. "I want to use the strap-on, and I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind until we are both too exhausted to move."
Regina's eyes flashed with surprise, then immediately darkened with lust. Of course she always wanted to be the one in control, but every once in a while, when the mood was right and her lover was brimming with restless energy, it was nice to give herself over to the whims of another's passion.
Regina felt safe with Emma. She felt desired, coveted, and most importantly, respected. The brunette's trust in her lover was unwavering, so she had no hesitation about giving in to what Emma wanted.
"Well then, you know better than to keep a lady waiting, Miss Swan."
Emma growled. It was the Miss Swan title that kicked her libido into overdrive. That title brought to surface so many past frustrations, and a challenge that she eagerly arose to. Miss Swan was someone who Regina used to have under her thumb. Miss Swan was a horny shit-head hell-bent on aggravating the town Mayor if only to gain her attention for a moment. Miss Swan was who Emma used to be. But Emma is Regina's equal; her lover, her girlfriend, and the woman about to show Regina just who she was provoking.
Emma flipped them over so the Regina was lying on her back, her dark hair splayed out on the duvet and an eager, playful smile displayed on her luscious mouth. Emma couldn't resist bending down to glean yet another delicious kiss from the older woman. She ran one hand down upon Regina's chest, applying light pressure to indicate that she wanted the brunette to stay put.
The blonde rose, rather reluctantly off of the wam body beneath her and strode with purpose to the closet, where they kept their intimate belongings in a locked drawer. After a minute of hasty fumbling with supple leather straps, the blonde emerged, apparatus in position, ready for action.
Regina licked her lips in anticipation. Without wasting another moment Emma closed the distance between their bodies and fell onto her lover, covering her with kisses. The blonde trailed one finger down to the other woman's center to feel how ready she was. Regina was slick and dripping, hot with need. She rocked her hips against the touch for more friction.
"Fuck, I love how wet you get," Emma groaned. She adjusted her body so that she was kneeling between Regina's thighs. "I want to watch you first," the blonde murmured, leaning over so that her breath mingled with her girlfriend's. Emma brushed the tip of the purple cock against her lover's sex. Regina nodded, licking her lips and bringing her hands to pull against the back of Emma's shoulders and back in encouragement.
Slowly, Emma slipped the appendage inside the tight, wet opening inch by inch. Regina moaned as her body adjusted for the intrusion. Emma pushed in about halfway before she pulled out, only to slip inside once more with steady pressure, burying the dildo to the hilt.
The brunette's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened in silent scream and her back arched off of the mattress. Emma watched the beautiful scene unfold, taking in every muscle twitch and contraction. Emma rocked her hips forward and back, moving the cock steadily inside Regina.
Emma dipped her head down to steal a kiss or two, breathed in Regina's scent from the crook of her neck, whispered how beautiful she was in her ear. The brunette's hands roamed the woman on top of her, running up and down the smooth skin of her arms and back, feeling her muscles flex with each thrust.
Emma straightened up, grasped one of Regina's ankles and brought the leg up against the front of her body. This new position allowed Emma to go even deeper, hitting Regina's cunt at an entirely new angle. Emma's other hand went to rest on the opposite hip, allowing the blonde to hold the body beneath her in position as she thrust in again and again.
Regina's hands clutched the bed sheets to anchor her to the bed. The pressure from Emma was intense, bordering tantalizingly on the edge of pain. Regina loved to dance that fine line, feeling invigorated by the naughtiness of wanting to hurt. It was so counterintuitive to what her normal life was like that it filled a need nothing else could.
Every other minute of the day Regina was a Mayor, a mother, a person of respect and responsibility. But here, in this room with Emma, she could give in to her dark desires. The Evil Queen would always be a part of her, always be lurking in the shadows of her mind, haunting her. Sometimes she needed to remember how sinfully good it felt to be bad.
Regina urged Emma on, meeting her thrust for thrust, moaning in rhythm. She dared Emma to go harder, push faster, make it hurt. But Emma wasn't ready yet to push those boundaries. The blonde raised her body and the dildo slipped from it's warm sheath. She needed only to give her lover a lustful look and sly quirk of the eyebrow for Regina to get the message. The brunette raised her luscious body off of the bed and turned to present her back to the blonde.
Emma wasted no time in bending Regina over so that she was positioned on her hands and knees. The blonde planted a trail of kisses down the spine of that olive toned back before grasping either side of Regina's hips. The view before her was incredible. Round ass and supple hips flowed into a slender waist and a sinuous back. Miles of naked skin solely on display for her own pleasure. Regina turned her head to look over her shoulder with a tantalizing grin, allowing her chestnut hair to fall like an incandescent curtain along the side of her head.
The blonde let her gaze float downward to the glistening folds of Regina's sex. She positioned the dildo once again at the entrance of her girlfriend, hesitating for a second to draw out the delicious anticipation.
Regina impatiently rocked her hips backwards. "Take me, Emma," she demanded.
Surging forward, Emma immersed herself once again in the silken warmth of the Mayor, claiming what was hers.
Regina's vocal appreciation only fueled Emma's lust. Keeping her hands on the brunette's hips, Emma drove herself into her girlfriend with hasty, powerful thrusts, enjoying how how her girlfriend's body jolted salaciously with each movement.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin, Regina's low, throaty moans and the heavy panting from both woman filled the air, a tell-tale soundtrack of two people on the brink of ecstatic highs. The continuous motion and punishing pace which Emma was using was having an energizing effect on the blonde. She looked down to where the purple phallus was slamming in and out of her lover's sex, her arousal shining on her skin, the dildo, as well as Emma's thighs. Regina's arms were beginning to give out and she fell onto her elbows, presenting her ass for Emma's viewing pleasure.
The blonde had never wanted anyone so badly. She adjusted he pace form quick, hasty jolts to slower, deeper thrusts. She wanted Regina every which way, fast and hard, slow and steady.
"Fuck, Emma," Regina whimpered, allowing herself to be completely taken. It felt so damned good to filled over and over, Emma's hands securely on her body, making her feel taken care of, in more ways than one.
Emma instinctively knew how to read Regina's body, her sighs and moans that conveyed utter satisfaction, the muscle contractions that begged for more pressure, the shift of her hips that asked for a different angle; Emma was fluent in the body language of Regina's supple form.
Emma bore into her girlfriend relentlessly, enjoying how each stroke brought the base of the dildo against her clit as a reward for her efforts.
Emma felt her body approaching the edge of ecstasy. Her body wanted, needed to come, but more importantly she wanted Regina to experience her own unraveling first. She reached around her lover's waist with one hand to find the woman's hardened clit. Applying pressure in tight circles, Emma moved her fingertips over the sensitive nub with calculated precision.
Regina shuddered at the contact, arching her back in a feline manor. She panted and writhed at her lover's ministrations, quickly reaching her own orgasm. Emma coupled deep thrusts with hard strokes over her girlfriend's clit in tandem, knowing just how to combine the sensations to give her girlfriend the most pleasure.
The brunette tried to hold out. She tried to make their love making last as long as possible. She tried to stay strong, but she only succeeded in releasing in a quivering, gasping heap as she collapsed onto the soft bed, her lover riding out her own orgasm on top of her, curving her body to stretch gently over Regina's back.
The two women rolled to their sides, Emma spooning Regina in a warm, tight embrace. She quickly divested herself of the harness and dildo, so that there was nothing between their naked bodies as they recuperated. Emma planted soft, lingering kisses on Regina's heated skin.
The brunette sighed in contentment, bringing Emma's hand to rest on her chest and threading her fingers through her girlfriend's. Emma was like a thermal blanket, comforting and warm to Regina's overstimulated body.
As they lay together, their bodies cooling, they eventually wound up under Regina's bedsheets, Emma holding her lover close and breathing against the nape of her neck, floating into satisfied and much needed sleep.
SQ
"So, I think last night went well," Emma stated as she unpacked the bagged lunch from Granny's in Regina's office. One order of grilled cheese and fries and one grilled chicken and avocado salad were deposited on the Mayor's desk, each person attending to their meal.
"Yes, I think last night was quite pleasurable as well, Miss Swan," Regina insinuated as she took the plastic fork out of it's baggie.
Emma blushed. "You know what I mean. I think Henry is warming up to the idea of us being together, not that I didn't enjoy the other parts as well, Madam Mayor."
"Of course you did," the brunette sassed confidently as she took a bit of her salad.
The blonde chuckled, tucking in to her own sandwich. After swallowing the bite (because talking with one's mouth full was a sure-fire way of being excused from the room) Emma continued.
"I was thinking it think it might be fun to get out of town this weekend. I could take you and Henry to Boston, we could catch a Red Sox game, do some historical sightseeing? It would be nice to go out and be ourselves and not have to worry about what other people think. What do you say?"
If Emma had been paying more attention to her girlfriend than her greasy lunch, she would have seen Regina's body stiffen at the suggestion. Her jaw clenched, making it difficult to swallow the bite of salad she had just taken. She took an extra moment to chew and swallow, trying to think of a response.
"I'm afraid I can't do this weekend. It's too short of notice, and I don't have time to make arrangements."
"What arrangements do you need to make? The town basically runs itself. Just have your secretary set your paperwork aside for a few days. Graham can hold the for down for a day or two."
"I can't, Emma. I'm sorry," she answered sharply. "I wouldn't expect you to understand my obligations as Mayor. Believe it or not, I do more than push paper all day long." Her tone was direct and resolute, effectively putting an end to the discussion.
"Ok, fine. It was just an idea," Emma said in a quiet voice. Every now and then, the viper-headed side of Regina would make an appearance, and the blonde knew when to lay low.
Regina sighed. It was apparent she had hurt her girlfriend's feelings. She placed a hand over Emma's reassuringly. "It was a good idea, Emma. I just can't this weekend. Maybe another time," she said warmly, trying to recover.
Emma smiled back genuinely. Their conversation turned towards various town matters, Henry's recent school project, and other random topics of conversation. When the lunch hour was up, Emma rose from her chair and threw their trash into the bin.
"Well I better go. Even I don't think I could bullshit an impromptu 'budget meeting' to last longer than an hour."
Regina rose from her seat across the desk as well, smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt as she rounded the furniture. "Well, thank you, Deputy Swan for your input. I feel much better now knowing that we resolved those 'discrepancies'," she joked, closing the distance to her girlfriend.
Emma smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which Regina gave willingly. Unfortunately the moment couldn't last, both women knowing that they were treading on dangerous ground by showing affection in a place where they could easily be caught.
Emma pulled away reluctantly. "Mmmm, you taste good," she said licking her lips.
"And you taste like greasy cheese."
Emma laughed. "Ok, fair enough. That reminds me, I need to run by the grocery store. I'm almost out of toothpaste, among other things. Usually Mary Margaret is pretty good about keeping the place stocked, but lately she has been so busy with that John Doe guy."
"What John Doe guy?"
"That guy at the hospital who had been in a coma for like, years, apparently. He randomly woke up the other day and Mary Margaret is freaking out about it. She's been helping him recuperate, teaching him to walk again and stuff. She has a pretty big crush on him. It's kind of cute, actually."
Regina stock stock still, eyes wide in shock. "How…when…when did he wake up?" she asked feebly.
"Umm, a few nights ago, I think. When I was at your place," Emma answered, shrugging on her jacket. "Mary Margaret was actually with him that the time. She said she was reading to him and he just woke up and smiled at her."
"Does he remember anything?" Regina asked quickly.
Emma eyed her quizzically. "What?"
"You said he was a 'John Doe', so obviously he doesn't remember his name. I was just curious if he remembered anything else."
There was something in Regina's face and tone of voice that made Emma's instincts tingle, as if the brunette was holding something back, but she chose to ignore it. "No, I don't think so. Mary Margaret hasn't told me anything, so I guess not."
Regina smiled, but the expression didn't reach her eyes. "Well then, I hope you have a good rest of your day, Deputy," she said as she opened the door to show Emma out.
"Madam Mayor," Emma dictated politely as she departed the office, the pair putting on their best "we are not dating" façade.
Regina closed the door behind Emma, her mind suddenly preoccupied. This "John Doe" person was not supposed to be awake. His fate, which Regina thought had been sealed by the curse, was to lie in an unconscious state for the duration of his life. The fact that Mary Margaret had somehow triggered his awakening was even more unsettling. The Mayor racked her brain, trying to come up with a reason for this sudden turn of events.
What the fuck is going on?