DID SHE JUST…
Emma's brain took too many seconds to react, because when she realized what had just happened the door of the bedroom had already closed. I don't even know, Regina had said. She did not know why the brunette had done it either, but at the same time she did not care. The only thing she did care about was that the woman had left. And Emma hated when people did impulsive things and did not face the consequences. And so she stood up too, heading to the bedroom. Hand on the doorknob, she inhaled in deeply and smiled to herself. She will so not expect this.
The door opened, and Emma stormed inside the room. Regina was still standing near the door, and when she fully faced the other her hips were being pushed against the wooden wall. "Wha—" she gasped, but fell silent as her eyes found Emma's. "I—" she started again, trying to find something to say, but her thinking was stopped by the blonde's lips pushing fiercely against hers. Emma's hands moved to her neck, her tongue running over her lips to make them part. Regina put no resistance, her eyes finally closing as she fell into the kiss. It was not slow, no. It felt impulsive and rushed, fiery and passionate. She felt the woman's hands moving lower down her neck and to her shoulders, her arms, her hands. Emma took her hands in hers, lifting her arms and pinning her wrists over her head. She was powerless, and she did not like it. Regina Mills liked to be kissed, but she was not going to give up on the situation's control. She tried to free herself, not pulling apart from the almost eternal kiss. Emma kept her wrists trapped with her left hand as the other lowered to Regina's hip. Her fingers caressed the soft skin under the blue fabric that covered it, making the woman shiver. "You've got cold hands." she pointed out.
"Or you're extremely warm." Emma laughed, kissing Regina once more before slowly brushing her nose against hers. Regina was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling with excitement as the ache between her legs increased. Emma smirked, her hand moving out of the pajamas and to unbutton the shirt. She expertly pulled the first button away from the fabric. It moved quickly on Regina's chest, it was a tight fit. Emma's eyes stared at it as she undid each and every button, finally revealing that the brunette was in fact, not wearing a bra. Emma saw olive skin, her lover's breast not yet exposed and still covered by the flaps of the pajama blouse, but the blonde could definitely see the defining shape of her breasts from the center of her chest. Regina's teeth clattered as the cold air brushed her chest, her nipples hardened under the flaps of her clothing. Emma's mind practically screamed at her to just go for it, to not to waste a second on running her hands over her body, to be inside of the woman as soon as she could. But she maintained her raging desire, moving one side of the pajamas out of the way and revealing one of her breasts. Emma let out a sigh and moved her hand to the other side, pushing the fabric away from her chest completely. The piece of clothing hung at the woman's sides, her hands still trapped by the blonde, her chest revealed completely. Emma stared, and stared some more, unable to take her eyes off the woman's dark, erect nipples. Without much thought, the blonde reached out her hand once more, this time to place her hand against the woman's stomach. It stung against Regina's burning skin, but it only served to make the brunette more excited. She moved it down the woman's abdomen, making her writhe. "Why do I have the feeling that you want me as much as I want you, your majesty?"
"Tease…" the brunette muttered, inhaling in deeply as Emma's fingertips brushed the waistband of her pajamas. She felt her own hips unwillingly move towards the woman's hand, wanting to tempt her and needing her touch at the same time. Emma smirked, her fingertips trailing closer to her chest and further away from her stomach. She wanted to touch her so bad; she couldn't handle being this close and not being able to feel more of her. Still, she stopped a few centimeters away from the woman's underboob, making Regina groan. The sound was the changing point, and the blonde felt as if her heart just blew up. She lead her hand upper on the woman's chest, finally grazing the soft flesh. It was a soft caress that trailed to the woman's nipple, brushing it with her thumb. The brunette purred, biting down on her lip, closing her eyes and arching her back. She needed more contact, and her hardened nipples showed it. Emma's hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it, making the older woman shiver. Her thumb found the round sensitive nipple again, making slow circles around it as she stared at Regina. The woman had opened her eyes again, and looked at her with curiosity. "... What?"
"Take off your pants and sit down on the bed." Emma spoke, freeing the woman's hands. The words were simple, but made Regina become more aroused in excitement of what would happen when she sat down. She did as she was told, sitting down on the edge of the bed, staring at the blonde. The younger woman turned and followed her, waiting until she was sitting to lean forward and kiss her lips. This time the kiss was softer, tongues dancing around each other as Emma's hands were placed on the other's bare thighs. Spreading them, she pulled back, studying the woman's body. She wore black underwear, made of lace but without being too revealing. She smirked and moved closer again, kissing down her lover's neck and chest. Regina inhaled deeply, thinking she would move lower, but she didn't. Now kneeling, the blonde focused her attention on the woman's chest, her lips making their way to the woman's left breast and kissing the stinging nipple. Her hand went to the other breast, caressing it softly and tenderly, making sure to give it the attention it required as the other rested on Regina's left thigh. The woman rested her hands on the mattress, trying to keep a balance and arching her back slightly against the other's mouth. She had never been so excited by just having her breasts kissed and pinched, but she found out she was overwhelmed by her pulsing clit. She needed the woman, so much.
"Emma…" she moaned, hand going to the back of the other's head and pulling from her golden curls, making her stop. She was on the verge, and just a simple caress over her underwear would make her climax. She leant forward and kissed the woman forcefully, regaining the control that she was used to, her tongue invading Emma's in a fierce kiss. She pulled from her hair again, making the blonde hiss as she stared into her eyes. She then glanced down, spreading her legs as much as she could for Emma to understand where she wanted her. "Your mouth. Now." she spoke. Letting the woman's curls go, she watched the blonde get on all fours and gladly press her lips against her clothed clit. "Yes..." she moaned, hand going back to keep the blonde's lips against her panties, making her feel the juices that soaked them more and more. Her orgasm had her dripping, and as minutes passed she softened her grip, letting Emma's tongue run on her inner thighs.
"Was that good, your majesty?"
"Not as good as what I am going to do to you, Swan."