Here you go guys, just in time for Christmas. And this has gotten over 3,000 views, which is awesome! Oh, there's a little more fluff and family time in this one.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, causing a muffled moan to come from the bundle under the covers. Emma threw the comforter off and stretched, moaning again. Her whole body hurt, some places more than others. She flopped back down as the night before came flooding back to her.
"Again!" Regina ordered.
"I can't." Emma panted. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She hadn't fully recovered from her last orgasm yet, and Regina was already demanding another.
"You can, and you will." Regina growled. Her eyes flashed with determination. She moved down Emma's stomach, tasting the salt on her skin. She reached her destination, her eyes glancing up to lock with green ones. "One more Emma, then you can sleep." Her tone was softened, and encouraging.
Emma nodded. Regina smirked, then drove her tongue eagerly into the blonde's wetness, setting up a merciless rhythm. Emma bucked underneath her. Regina flattened her palm against Emma's stomach, feeling the muscles bunch under her hand. She switched tactics, flicking her tongue slowly against Emma's clit, causing the younger woman's back to arch off the bed. A hoarse sounding moan came from low in her throat. Regina changed again, sucking gently on the tight bundle of nerves. Emma simultaneously tried to pull away, and thrust against her. Regina held her in place, never letting up. Above her, Emma was mindlessly rambling, her head thrown back and her hands clutching the sheets. Regina looked at her, a smug smile forming on her face, then she bit down, causing the blonde to scream her name. Emma shuddered, a white light exploding through her mind. She was flying, and then there was black.
Emma sat up again, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. She got up slowly, feeling her body protest. On her way to the shower, she passed the mirror, and took a look at herself. Regina had done a number on her. There were two dark hickeys on her neck, and a deep bite mark on her collar bone. She had scratch marks down her back, and a nasty bruise on her left thigh. She sighed, then stepped into the shower, and let the hot water wash away her night.
Regina sat at her desk, going through a stack of files. Her day had gone well. Henry had called that morning to tell her about his night with Snow and Charming, and to ask if he could hang out with Emma at the station after school if he did his homework. The conversation didn't bring up the usual feelings of jealousy. Instead, it left her with a warm feeling in her chest. She had had no interruptions at work so far, and hadn't had to deal with any idiotic matters. Yes, her day was going well. She sat back in her chair, her hand resting on the arm, which reminded her of being handcuffed to it. She then smiled wickedly, thinking of the younger woman's punishment the night before.
Emma was bent over the bed, Regina's hand on the back of her neck keeping her in place. Regina stood behind her, roughly pounding into her with three fingers, using her hips to help her thrust deeper. Sweat trickled down from the brunette's hairline, her breath came out harshly, but she kept up her punishing pace. Emma lay there, not being able to do anything but take it. Her muscles seemed to be permanently tensed from Regina keeping her on the edge. Then Regina removed her hand from Emma's neck and raked her nails down her back, leaving angry red welts. The pain pushed Emma over, her entire body shaking. Regina felt her inner muscles clench around her fingers, which she left inside until Emma came down completely. Once she was still beneath her, she pulled out and flipped the blonde over. Emma's chest still heaved, but she looked alert. Regina raised a perfect eyebrow and smirked. "Ready for number four, dear?" Emma barely had time to acknowledge that she'd been spoken to before Regina descended upon her once again.
Emma sat at the station, sipping on a rapidly cooling cup of coffee. She chucked a balled up piece of paper at the trashcan, fist pumping in triumph when it went right in. Clapping from the door pulled her attention away from her game. She smiled when she saw Henry standing there.
"Hey kid!"
"Hey." He smiled and walked over, flopping down in the chair across the desk.
"Did you have fun last night? I'm surprised your mom let you go over on a school night."
"Yeah, me and grandpa and grandma just watched a couple of movies." Henry's face scrunched up. He looked to be deep in thought. "Mom said I could go because she had to talk to you about something. Did you two have a fight?" He asked worriedly.
Emma looked confused, then it hit her. Oh.
"No kid, we didn't have a fight. I just did something the other day, and your mom wad kind of upset about it. We just...talked about it." Emma really hoped Henry wouldn't push it and ask what she did. She crossed her fingers under the desk, and gave a sigh of relief when he accepted it and went on to tell her about his science project.
She continued listening to Henry rattle on about his day, but couldn't help wondering if Regina would still be mad at her. She assumed she had gotten it all out of her system the night before. At least Emma hoped she had. She realized leaving Regina handcuffed to her chair for that length of time wasn't entirely the best decision she'd ever made, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. She actually felt kind of guilty. Then an idea hit her.
"And then Nick told me-"
"-Henry, do you know where your mom's lasagne recipe is?" Emma asked. She caught Henry's look of annoyance at being interrupted, and almost laughed because he looked exactly like Regina.
"Yeah, why?" He looked at her, a confused frown forming on his face.
Emma smiled at him. "Because we're going to make it!"
Regina came home to the smell of lasagne and bread.
"Emma? Henry?" She called out.
The patter of footsteps came running from the kitchen and Henry appeared before her. He catapulted into her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Once the shock wore off, she smiled brightly and hugged him back.
"What's all this?" She asked.
He pulled back and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him, chatting as they walked.
"Emma said you were upset with her for something and she didn't know if you were still mad, so she wanted to do something nice for you. We went to the store and got stuff for lasagne. We used your recipe, but Emma's convinced it won't be as good. We got bread and made salad too." A look of displeasure crossed his face at the mention of salad. "Emma said I had to eat it."
Regina wondered if he had breathed at all during his little speech, then smiled brightly at him. "That sounds wonderful dear, and yes, you do have to eat some salad." She chuckled as Henry let out a small pout. By then they had made it to the kitchen, which Regina was silently praying would not be a mess. To her surprise, it wasn't. Emma stood by the oven, pulling out a tray of perfectly golden bread, and a bubbling pan of lasagne. She put both on the stove and turned to smile at Regina shyly.
"Henry, why don't you go set the table and then wash up?" Regina said.
Once Henry had left, she crossed the kitchen to stand in front of the blonde. She wrapped her arms around Emma's neck and pulled her to her, settling her lips against light pink ones. Emma set her hands around Regina's waist, and leaned in to the kiss, a sound of contentment coming from her throat.
"What was that for?" Emma asked as she pulled away.
"For all of this." Regina gestured to the food behind them. "It was very sweet of you to think about it."
Emma smiled, and blushed slightly. "I didn't know if you were still mad, and it probably won't be as good as yours."
Regina tried not to laugh at the adorable blonde, and instead smiled deviously. "I assure you, I stopped being mad after the first time I made you come."
Emma felt her body start to heat at the older woman's words. She grinned at Regina, then turned back to the stove, cutting the lasagne into squares. She felt Regina press up against her back, and her head on her shoulder. "If it's as good as it looks, I'm sure it's delicious." Emma shivered at the tone, low and husky against her ear.
Before she could say anything, Henry entered the kitchen. "Are we going to eat now? I'm hungry." Emma and Regina both laughed and each grabbed a dish, heading to the dining room. Emma motioned for Henry to grab the salad, much to his dismay.
Once dinner was finished and the dishes cleaned, the three sat in the living room watching a movie. Henry was nodding off, and Regina told him to go to bed.
"But I'm not tired, and the movie's not over." He complained.
"Listen to your mom kid. We can finish it tomorrow." Emma said. Henry grumbled and went up the stairs. They heard his door shut after a minute or two.
"He's practically a teenager, if he wasn't annoying, it wouldn't be right." Emma laughed, and then laughed harder at the glare Regina shot her.
"My son is not annoying. He's your son."
"So when he's a brat he's mine? That's not fair!"
They both grinned at the other, their banter easy and fun instead of harmful.
Emma scooted closer to Regina on the couch, settling her head in the crook of the brunette's neck. "I was thinking." She said.
"Yes dear?"
She turned and kissed Regina's neck, feeling her shiver against her. "I was thinking that since I took my punishment so well, and made you dinner, that I deserve a reward."
"Oh?" Regina asked.
"Yes." Emma breathed against her ear.
"What kind if reward did you have in mind Miss Swan?" Regina turned so she was looking at Emma. A coy smile on her face.
Emma gave a breathtaking smile, and kissed her chastely on the lips. "You."
Regina smiled back and pulled Emma practically on top of her.
"That can be arranged."