As a plan, this one was simple and to the point: toss the sorry lot from the highest tower. Simple and effective. The tower was at least 100 feet from the patio, 150 feet from the jagged rocks that sustained it over the lake. Win/win situation.
Also very simple: how to attract the family to the ledge of said tower. An enchanted flute that would make them all dance literally to her tune and off the ledge. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
The truly difficult part: get Regina to lay off the green eyed monster routine and let Emma do her thing with the doe eyes and the cleavage and the soft bedroom tones.
Emma simply pursed her lips and said nothing. She was not overly fond of the possessive tone of the grunted No but she had to admit that it was kinda hot to have Regina fret about the bastard having alone time with her. Specially after the stunt on the balcony. It was hot and that was all there was to it. Not that she was going to feed that particular ego, nuh huh, but okay, it did things to her.
Really nice things.
"It's okay, Gina, I can take care of myself, you know." She snuggled lightly against Regina's neck, simply because it made Regina curl into herself and, almost always, lose her train of thought and that could only be a good thing as there didn't seemed to be a way she was going to win this argument honestly and without making Regina sulk…
"I'm not so sure about that. The last time_"
"The last time you were there to help me, so I'm not sure why you're so worried."
"Because_" Emma snuggled a little more and nipped tentatively at the smooth skin of Regina's neck. "Stop this. I know what you're trying to do."
"Good. I would be very disappointed if the intent was not clear. And it's nice, what I'm trying to do. Can we concentrate on that for a little while?"
"No." But it lacked conviction. "I don't want you alone with him.
"You're jealous…"
"Absolutely not. That's preposterous."
"You're jealous. You can't live with the idea that he's going to get to have his hands on me, probably cop a feel or two. You're jea_"
The mirror simply exploded. There were no other words for the way the looking glass simply shattered and the shards flew off the frame like bats out of hell. Regina was breathing hard, her eyes wild and, yeah, okay, a little glint of evil shining out of them.
Every once in a while Emma craved this Regina she had met so long ago. She pulled her to her lap and slid her hands under the lose skirting of the dress, all the stays and lace making the journey home that much more interesting.
"Just say it."
"No."
Emma peppered kisses on the handiest of spots, right in front of her face: Regina's décolletage. "Say it."And her mouth cupped a breast through the silky material of the dress. She nipped and pulled and Regina simply sunk into her further, her intent clear. She moaned Emma's name. "Say it, witch. You're jealous."
"I'm not."
"Liar, liar, pants on fire."
Regina's sole reply was to rub herself against Emma, her chest expanding to take in a much needed lungful of air. Two could play this game. Emma slid her hand further along Regina's bare thighs and squeezed and caressed that flesh. "You're scared that I might let him do this -" She found Regina's clit and pressed it with her thumb lightly, rubbing in moisture already flowing out "-to me." Emma managed to complete. "That I might like it."
"No." Regina's face and neck were flushed and warm.
"No?" Then why are we arguing about it?" Emma stilled her hand. There were so many ways to get Regina to agree to the plan. None of them, at this moment, felt pain free. Denying Regina her pleasure -her eyes wild and needy, her lips parted and the pink, pink tongue moistening her lips- was painful to Emma.
"Just a little." Regina confessed against Emma's shoulder. "Just a little."
"That I might like it? Gina… You're the only one_"
"I don't want him to touch you. Nowhere, at no time. You're mine."
No, there was absolutely no way to win the argument without suffering for it, too. She could not deny Regina anything at all. Not a single thing. Her thumb found its rhythm again, simple and easy and her mouth covered Regina's, drinking in her moans, her sighs, her screams, and finally, her name mumbled while sweat pearled her brow. No, there was absolutely no way of denying her.
She closed her arms around Regina's waist and pulled her closer, the ragged breaths on her neck doing unspeakable things to her own drenched body.
"Okay." Emma surrendered.
"What?"
"Oh, now you lose track of the argument?"
"No. No. You agreed." The tone was incredulous. "You agreed."
"Why are you so surprised? You fight dirty."
"You started it. But one ever… no one ever…"
"Shhh, Anything. Anything you want, Gina."
"Because I'm…"
"Because you're mine. You can say it."
"Please." Regina's eyes were full to the brim.
"What?"
"Please don't do it. Don't be the bait. It bothers me. It hurts here." And her hand went to her heart, tears unshed.
"See, there's nothing you ask crying that I don't do smiling, Gina." But it was nice to hear her asking nicely. "I just have a tiny little question. Why a flute?"
Regina shrugged. "Because you blow so well?"