The First of Many Things

"Okay, how do I look?"

Aurie and Emma swiveled their heads while they sat in Mary Margaret's living room, waiting for the young woman to exit her bedroom. The deputy was finally going on an official date with Vice Principal David Nolan and she was nervous. Emma could see a slight tremble in the long yellow dress she wore.

"Damn, MM. You look awesome! Nolan won't know what hit him," Aurie replied.

"You look very pretty, Mary Margaret," Emma added.

She looked up at them doubtfully. "I look like a dipshit."

Both women laughed and corrected her emphatically. "You do not!"

Emma crossed her arms in the arm chair she was perched in. "You're just not used to seeing yourself out of uniform." She brought a bottle of mineral water to her lips and jested, "What do you wear on your days off anyway?"

"Ha-Ha." Mary Margaret walked to the mirror near the front door and inspected herself, turning every so often. "I look like a giant banana."

Aurie cackled and fell forward. "No, you don't! Stop!" Aurie begged of Emma. "Will you tell her please?"

"Lieutenant Blanchard, as your commanding officer, I order you to stop being an ass. You look great!"

Emma wasn't sure why her deputy, now good friend, was so nervous. She'd seen the way David looked at Mary Margaret. Plus, Regina had mentioned how besotted her Vice Principal was with her once-almost-step-sister already and she couldn't be happier. As a matter of fact, Regina and Zelena had taken Mary Margaret to buy the dress in the first place, and the three women had bonded.

Emma had also had plenty of time to bond with Zelena and Cora. Regina's family had discovered just how serious Emma and Regina were, and they made it a priority to spend time getting to know Emma better. At first, Emma was a little apprehensive. Cora Mills still scared her, but she was getting used to the woman's forceful nature. As long as you disagreed with her as little as possible, things were okay. Zelena, on the other hand, made a great drinking buddy at these society parties Cora liked to throw every so often.

"So, how are things with Regina?" Aurie asked, as if reading Emma's mind. Though the women before her were her subordinates, outside of work they had become Emma's closest friends.

"Things are really good." That was an understatement. Things with Regina were really great!

"I heard there was a little drama a couple of weeks ago though." Mary Margaret mentioned and Emma rolled her eyes.

"What happened?" Aurie asked, scooting to the end of her seat and breaking off a piece of the dark chocolate bar Mary Margaret had on her coffee table.

Emma groaned, "My sister, Anna, came to visit, so she stayed at my place. She arrived earlier than expected. I let her in and jumped in the shower because Henry and Regina were going to pick me up for our daytrip to the zoo. I should mention that Anna and I look nothing alike."

Sensing what was to come about in this story, Aurie's shoulders slumped as she voiced in dread, "Oh, no."

"Regina knocks on the door. Anna answers, knowing who to expect. Only thing is she's in the middle of dressing. So, Regina gets this strange red-head answering my door, half-naked and telling her I am in the shower!"

Aurie broke out into laughter and Mary Margaret was shaking her head in disbelief. "Luckily she had Henry with her to corroborate your story."

"Lucky nothing! Regina believed me."

"Really? After all she had been through with the mayor?"

"Well, I'm sure it was natural for her to be surprised at first. As soon as she spotted Anna's state of undress, she had Henry immediately wait outside the front door, so my sister could put some damn clothes on. By the time I came out of the bathroom, they were all laughing together. When they told me what happened, I wanted to smack Anna upside the head."

"There should be an unwritten rule somewhere that says a woman should not answer her lesbian sister's door in her underwear." Mary Margaret popped a chocolate square in her mouth.

"Ultimately, I'm glad it happened. I think it made our relationship stronger. Regina's got mad crazy trust in me! And I'll never give her any reason to doubt it. We are solid!

Aurie shook her head in amazement at Emma. "No offense, Chief…" Even though she was Sheriff at work, Aurie jokingly called her Chief in private. "But you and Regina are a fucking Cinderella story."

Emma checked her watch. "Speaking of which, I had better get going."

Just as Emma got up from the chair, the doorbell rang. She threw the chocolate bar at Aurie. "That's our cue. Come on."

They both placed a supportive kiss on Mary Margaret's cheek.

"Good luck, MM."

Emma pointed at Mary Margaret and meaningfully asked, "You got this, right? What are you?"

Used to the pep-talk, Mary Margaret grinned at the blonde. "I am bad ass."

"Damn right, you are."

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Regina placed the piping hot pan of lasagna on the round cork board to cool off and took the oven mittens off, throwing them in the drawer. She caught her reflection in microwave door and briefly inspected herself. Her growing hair was tamed by the hair tie at the back of her neck. A pale-grey, scoop-bodice t-shirt, under a black vest, was one of her favorite outfits for a comfortable night in. Emma was due to arrive soon and their dates had escalated to being more casual around each other and, frankly, she was thrilled about that. That she could be herself with Emma, and vice versa, brought about such a wonderful sense of security. She was ecstatic about how their relationship was progressing and moving forward. Take tonight, for instance. Tonight was another important milestone for them.

With Henry staying at Zelena's, and not due to return until tomorrow evening, tonight was the night Emma was going to stay over.

There had been a lot of heavy make-out sessions between her and Emma. Lots of open-mouthed kisses, grabbing, kneading hands, rolling around and straddling, but tonight was their first night together.

"Ding Dong!"

Rather than ring the bell, it was Emma's voice. She had stuck her head in through the front entrance and when Regina laughed and said, "Come on in!", Emma strolled through the swinging kitchen door.

"You know as your town Sheriff, I feel I must caution you about leaving your door unlocked. I mean, I know I singlehandedly keep Storybrooke safe and all, but still…"

Regina had opened her arms wide for Emma to walk into and the blonde did not disappoint, hugging her and burying her face in Regina's neck. Drawing kisses across her jawline, arriving at delectably soft lips, Emma held back for a moment to say, "You smell good."

"It's the lasagna you love so much."

"No, I'm fairly certain it's the you I love so much."

They both staggered, for all of a second, before Regina hummed contentedly, a sparkle in her eyes. Tender lips touched the corner of her mouth and lingered. When Emma pulled back, love cast a happy glow over her features. Should she tell Emma that she loved her too, she wondered? Taking stock of her feelings, Regina knew at that exact moment that she was fully invested in this relationship and she knew that Emma was too. This night was happening and Regina wanted it. She wanted this badly; to take this serious step with the woman in front of her.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say something, but Emma stole the moment away and changed direction when, after glancing down at her, she complimented emphatically, "You're hot!"

"Shameless flatterer."

"You caught me." Emma kissed her once and joked against her lips, "I am only saying these things to get into your pants."

Regina guffawed and wrapped her arms around Emma's neck pulling her down for another kiss. "Lucky for you, tonight I'm trying to get into your pants."

"Lucky me!"

Hot tendrils of desire curled around them as they kissed and nipped at one another. They had shared plenty of kisses before now, but this was the first time they both knew what was in store for them. They were eager to begin. All the stops were pulled out for tonight. No putting kids to bed. No bath-times. No need to think of anyone tonight but themselves.

Taking a break, Regina whispered against Emma, "Did you lock the door?"

"You know I did," Emma replied, curling her fingers beneath the underside of Regina's bottom and pulling her against her, causing Regina to moan. The brunette's nipples hardened and chafed against the inside of her bra. "Will the lasagna keep?"

"You're not hungry?"

"Not for lasagna."

Regina slid a slow hand down Emma's back, sneaking it under the hem of the cream-colored sweater and brought it lazily around the front to cup her breast, dragging her thumb back and forth across Emma's taut tip.

"Christ, Regina. Please, take me upstairs."

Guiding and eventually pushing Emma through the door, Regina grabbed her hand when they were in the middle of the foyer and ran up the steps with Emma in tow. Throwing the door open wide, she pulled Emma inside with her and kissed her passionately before releasing and shoving her onto the bed.

Leaning up on her elbows, Emma watched as Regina sexily walked around the room, setting the mood for seduction by lighting every single strategically placed candle. There weren't so many that it looked like some sort of sacrificial offering, but just enough for it to cozily set the mood.

"Wow," Emma murmured and gulped as Regina stood before her now, yanking the hair tie off and letting dark brown locks fall to her shoulders. "You must really want to get into my pants."

"You know, that's one of the things I love about you, Emma. Your sense of humor." She had used the L-word—though indirect, it was still effective—and noticed the moment it registered because the woman, lying on her bed, glowed with unwavering adoration and devotion, Regina was overwhelmed by it.

"Well, that's good. Because with the way you look right now, it probably won't be my patience tonight."

Regina giggled and swore, "Don't make laugh. I'm trying to be sexy here."

"You so don't need to try. You just are, babe."

Divesting herself of the vest, first from one shoulder then the other, Regina chucked it onto the chase lounge five feet away. She climbed onto the bed, crawling until she sat straddling Emma's hips. In a swift motion, she grabbed the hem of the grey shirt, stretched it up and over her head and revealed her black lace, push-up bra. The lush delights it held behind the lace ripped a gasp from Emma.

"Holy shit fuck."

Regina was gratified that Emma was beside herself in awe and admiration of what she had to offer. In invitation, she stole Emma's hands from the bed, causing Emma to lie back, and she placed them against her swelling breasts. She made Emma massage and mold her, and the throb between her legs intensified. Regina moaned and undulated against Emma, rubbing their denim covered centers together. The movement proved to be too much for Emma to handle and she sat up, swearing and tugging the bra cups down, exposing darker, pebbled nipples.

She didn't take them in her mouth, but looked up at Regina. "You are the most amazing, sexiest woman I have ever met." A heady kiss was shared between them, then Emma's lips traversed down her clavicle. "Thank you for you, Regina."

It was a sweet, if not one of the sweetest things she had ever been told. Regina held Emma's head to her as she felt, first, the wet tongue-tip circle her beaded tip in worship, then the pulling warmth of Emma's mouth. "Oh Emma, yes."

They undressed each other slowly until they were lying beside one another against the pillows wearing only their panties. As they lay there, caressing, kissing and exploring one another, Emma's devouring stare sent arousal to course, leaving Regina with a desperate need to satisfy her.

Leaning up on an elbow, she looked down at Emma's naked torso. The blonde's creamy skin was dotted here and there with moles and freckles, and Regina itched to touch and taste each one. Gingerly, she began her journey between the valley of Emma's breasts, taking a moment to pay homage to the rosy pink tips. "Darling, you are exquisite."

"God! I love the way you call me darling. As a matter of fact, call me that forever." Regina silently chuckled at Emma's reaction and used her tongue to flick the tight nipple while pinching the other one before her lips switched sides.

When she felt like she needed more, Regina burrowed her fingertips underneath Emma's light pink panties. Her animalistic sob was released against pale skin when Regina felt hot, slick excitement. Clutching the pillow, the blonde praised Regina's name as her sex wept with every stroke.

"Regina? I'm not going to last. I'm going to…"

Regina defiantly withdrew her fingers and placed soft kisses on Emma's toned belly.

On a huff, Emma vocalized her surprise at having her orgasm hedged, "Oh, that was fucked up." She knew it was a teasing move, but she really had plans for how she wanted to bring Emma to a blissful release, and the blonde's reaction was comical. Emma Swan was such a magnificently pleasant surprise, Regina was looking forward to making love to this woman many more times in the future. Giddy with a zest for her new sex life, in addition to Emma currently trying to move her hand back where she wanted it, Regina laughed a little harder. "What?" Emma wasn't offended, but looked to be amused, and she playfully bantered, "Laugh it up, Principal Hot Buns. You just wait until it's my turn."

'Your threats don't scare me, Sheriff."

"Is that right?"

Regina pretended to think it over and smiled, "We'll take a raincheck on using my fingers. This first time I would much rather use my tongue to make love to you, darling."

That changed and Emma's head hit the pillow in surrender. "Fuck…"

Pushing aside the pretty pink swath of cotton fabric, Regina settled herself in the cradle of Emma's thighs and spread them wider. She kissed one side of Emma's mound and then the other until finally, after a glance, she pressed her mouth wetly against soft folds, darting her tongue out to slowly lick up and down. She left no area untouched before moving up to plant sweet kisses on Emma's clit.

The whimpers Emma made urged her on, and Regina quickly discarded the cotton barrier, and fastened her mouth enthusiastically again. She hummed against hot, wet woman, then licked and sucked in devoted worship. When she soothed Emma's aching hood with a fingertip, shaky and demanding hands, threaded into her dark hair, holding her head still as Emma attempted to ride her.

"Regina, there… right there!"

Ready to watch her love come undone, Regina placed her mouth over where it was needed, doling out ardent attention. Emma's syncopated pants led to a sharp cry plucked from her by a whipping tongue.

After a tremendous climax, Emma tried to catch her ragged breathing while Regina crawled up and settled with her head on Emma's chest. The brunette clung to her side, treasuring this woman who had come into her life and made her and her son extremely happy.

"Give me a minute."

Regina chuckled and answered, "You can take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?"

"I promise, darling."

"I love you, Regina."

"I love you too, Emma."