"Finally!" Emma sighed, as Regina's dark hair brushed against her naked torso. Regina's mouth latched onto one of her breasts and one of Regina's hands between her legs were making her quickly lose the ability to think. Regina shifted, and even before Emma could feel her mouth on the most intimate part of her body, the mere thought of it was almost enough to send her over the edge. The feeling of Regina against her was so powerful and the pull between them so strong that it only took moments.
When Emma opened her eyes a few minutes later, her body still glowing with pleasure, Regina was lying next to her, half-reclining on one elbow and watching her intently. Emma, still dazed, put her arms around Regina and pulled her on top of her, holding her tight. Regina's weight on her knocked the air out of her lungs a little, but Emma delighted in the feeling of Regina's firm body over hers.
"What do you think you're doing?" Regina asked indignantly, trying to disentangle herself.
"Hugging you," Emma answered. "Is it OK?"
"Certainly not," Regina snapped, freeing herself from Emma's embrace. "For your information, I'm not the cuddling type."
"What a surprise," said Emma, a bit hurt. "Fine, whatever." Indeed, it wasn't such a surprise. Yet, when moments later she couldn't resist caressing Regina's gorgeous face and body, tenderly tracing all the plains and valleys of this intimate landscape with the tips of her fingers, the brunette just closed her eyes and said nothing.
Regina's body was intoxicating, and Emma wanted these moments to never end. She teased and teased her, but Regina – who'd rather die than beg for release – made the experience unforgettable, reacting to the slightest touch, and when she came, withholding nothing, she was the most glorious sight Emma had ever seen.
Emma was dying to cuddle Regina and relax in her arms now, but she couldn't bring herself to do it anymore. Curiously shy considering that they were both naked in bed after thoroughly exploring each other's body, she lay down a careful few inches away from Regina, her hand only slightly touching her lover's arm. She felt a delicious drowsiness sweep over her tired limbs, but stayed awake, her mind clear and acutely aware of the tiniest sensations.
She could hear Regina drift into sleep though, her breathing becoming slow and deep. A few moments later, Regina turned around and draped one arm around Emma's waist, her body snuggling against Emma's and her head nestling on Emma's shoulder. Emma took her in her arms, gently stroking her naked back. Definitely not a cuddler, she thought, smiling to herself.
What a night! It had started with Emma and her guitar showing up as promised to placate Henry, and the three of them having a serious talk. Henry, omitting the Ruby part, admitted that drinking alcohol was irresponsible and ill-advised, and apologized for having been horrible. Regina, with much reluctance, recognized that she had overreacted, and gave Henry permission to meet Emma again – on a zero alcohol basis of course – if he fixed his school grades. Emma pointed out with embarrassment that she didn't have any experience as a mother, and that the last thing she wanted was to stand between Regina and Henry. Her son nonetheless looked at her with as much adoration as a teenage boy would show, while Regina, glancing at him with renewed exasperation, cast a sidelong look at Emma, clearly meaning, "You'd better remember that!"
Then Henry offered to play a couple of songs he had written with Emma, and Regina, after listening intently, said they were not half as bad as most of the horrors you could hear everywhere. Coming from Regina, this was a huge compliment, and Henry literally lit up, beaming. The three of them ate out, and it was surprisingly easy, as if they were always meant to be this happy family, a teenage boy and his two mums.
Back home, after Henry went to bed, Regina offered Emma a last drink.
"So, when you said it wasn't over, that night at the club…? " Emma asked. She left her sentence unfinished, casting on Regina an unmistakable look of lust, but not moving from where she was, across from her.
Regina considered her with unreadable eyes. "Excuse me for a moment," she said. After making sure that Henry was not playing video games but actually sleeping, she came back and gave Emma a searing kiss.
"This way," she said, taking her by the hand. And she locked quietly her bedroom door behind them.
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Regina stirred in Emma's arms and opened her eyes. One second later, she was tearing herself away from Emma, hastily backing up as if burnt by her contact. "You're welcome, it was nice being your pillow," Emma joked weakly, her heart tightening at Regina's reaction.
Regina's face darkened. "Why are you still here?" she asked, looking extremely annoyed. "You have to go before Henry finds you here!"
"What's the big deal?" Emma protested, puzzled. "We're grown women, we can see each other if we want to, right? I'm sure Henry won't mind."
"I will," snapped Regina. "I don't do relationships – not with you, not with anybody. It was just sex, Miss Swan, nothing more. Quite pleasurable indeed, but let's leave Henry out of this, shall we? Now go, please."
Emma's heart sank. Because of Henry, she had assumed that Regina would never choose her of all people as one of her disposable one-night stands. Regina now stared coldly at her as if she could make her disappear out of sheer will. Emma was dying to argue with her. But she knew she was likely to yell, and that was not how she wanted Henry to find out about his mothers sleeping together. Her eyes lingering on Regina's gorgeous body, now stiff and hostile under the sheets, Emma bit back a sharp comment and got out of bed to gather her clothes. Regina had won that battle.