Chapter 2
Monday morning Emma reached over Regina and shoved the buzzing alarm clock off of her wife's nightstand in a misguided attempt to turn it off, it fell to the floor continuing it's noise but now also clattering noisily against the hardwood floor. Regina made a noise and, leaning off the bed, snatched the alarm up and shut it off in the before setting it back on her nightstand, "You're why we go through alarm clocks so much you know," she muttered sleepily, rolling over and snuggling further into Emma's arms.
"I might supposedly be a functioning adult now, but 6:15 is fucking early." The blonde groused, her arms pulling Regina in tighter against her. Regina chuckled then, "Any later and none of us would ever get to work or school," she planted a kiss on the shoulder exposed by Emma's tank top and then Regina was rolling away, stepping into the walk-in closet. "Don't be ridiculous, Henry's up before us nearly everyday, he'd get to school no matter what," the blonde called to her and then the telltale sound came of Henry's door opening down the hallway. Their son shuffled into the bathroom and they heard the shower start. Emma finally powered her way out of bed and headed towards their bathroom, "Specific request for lunch?" She asked emerging with toothbrush scrubbing in her mouth, "No, one of my usuals is fine," Regina answered emerging from the closet with two hangers that held one of her black skirt suits and a deep red blouse. She rummaged through a drawer of her dresser and pulled out a black silk and lace bra and panty set. Opening the next drawer down she pulled out a pair of stockings and a black garter set.
Emma's brushing slowed to a stop then, how she ever got any work done when she knew exactly what was under her wife's power suits was beyond her, "You got it…" She trailed off when Regina pulled the peach nighty over her head revealing her naked body, Emma groaned then, "You're sinful woman, just sinful." She headed back into the bathroom then to spit and rinse, she ran her hairbrush through her shaggy locks, ran her hand through the blonde hair then, ruffling it until it was the perfect inbetween of messy and ordered, when she headed back into the bedroom, she found her wife still naked and now bent over with one leg on the bed as she rolled one stocking up a smooth tan leg.
Arms wrapped around Regina's waist and a kiss was placed against her spine, "Have I told you today what you do to me?" Emma asked, peppering the smooth skin with more kisses. Regina hummed from deep in her chest and paused in her movements, enjoying the attention, "Not today, no, but I'm starting to get the picture that it's something good." The brunette smiled when her wife planted one last kiss and moved away, heading towards her dresser, Emma pulled a light blue pair of boyshorts out and red sports bra, a pair of dark bootcut jeans, plus a pair of black socks, Regina shook her head at the blonde's complete disregard for even attempting to match her under things, one of the many things she loved about the blonde though. Regina had finished rolling up the first stocking and moved on to the second as Emma entered the walk-in and plucked a uniform shirt off a hanger and one of the three black ties hanging from her side of closet.
It had been a little over two years ago, shortly after the Neverland debacle, that Emma had not only officially added four deputies to the station but also implemented a uniform code, albeit a relaxed one, she'd gone out and gotten a few pairs of Boot Cut jeans, because her skinny jeans just didn't look right with the uniform shirt and she started wearing the tan Sheriff's button down and black tie along with a standard duty belt when she was out of the office, exiting she grabbed a white t-shirt from the upper shelf above the section with her uniforms. Regina was just buttoning the last fasten on her garter set when she emerged and was sliding the black panties up her legs and settling them around her hips, she preferred wearing her panties over the garters because, well, sometimes their standing lunch date delved more into an excuse to engage in delicious workplace sex where cold food was eaten later and there was something special about Emma sliding the panties down her legs without removing anything else. Emma moved to her nightstand, slid open the door and punched a code into the small flat safe inside, removing her duty weapon from within and sliding it into the holster on her duty belt that rested on the bed. They heard the shower shut off down the hall and Emma tossed her night clothes into the dirty laundry hamper and hurried into her underthings and jeans, they liked for at least one of them to already be in the kitchen to greet Henry when he emerged from his room after his morning shower on the weekdays, "I'll start coffee, should I toast you a bagel?" She pulled the t-shirt over her head and snatched up the Sheriff's shirt from where she had laid it on the bed and moved in to kiss her wife quickly on the lips, she slid the shirt on but left it unbuttoned, "Yes please, darling. One of the cinnamon raisin ones," Regina ate more cinnamon now than she ever had, it was trade off though because Emma ate far more apples (and green things) than ever, Emma nodded and snatched up her tie, socks and duty belt before heading downstairs as Regina moved into the bathroom, skirt on and buttoning her blouse as she went.
When Regina entered the kitchen 20 minutes later, the clock was just changing to 7am, both her loves were there, Henry eating an orange and Emma sipping from a travel coffee mug and studiously trying to apply a light layer of cream cheese to her wife's bagel. Her shirt was buttoned now and the tie on but not tightened down all the way yet, the duty belt was cinched low around her hips. The brunette moved fully into the kitchen then, brushing a kiss to Henry's head, that he graciously lowered for her, he was very nearly as tall as Emma now, who when the brunette went without heels was taller than her by just a couple inches. She moved to the coffee pot and removed her own travel mug from the cabinet and filled it. Finished, she took the bagel from Emma and bit into it, she added two spoons of sugar and a splash milk to the dark liquid and stirred, "I need to go by Belle's today after work, so pick me up from there?" Regina looked at her wife meaningfully, Emma generally drove Regina to work and picked her up since Emma had to take her marked car in anyway. Emma swallowed her coffee, "Right, yeah, no problem, I'll text when I'm leaving the station," her voice cracked slightly with emotion when she thought about why her wife was picking things up from Belle's.
It was 7:20 by the time the little family was moving out the door, they waved Henry off as he headed for the sidewalk where several of his friends waited for the walk to school, moving than towards Emma's still fairly new squad pickup, a year ago the old cruiser and her bug had finally died beyond repair in the same week, they'd done some research. They had decided on replacing them with a Nissan Frontier Crew Cab, as a small town Sheriff, Emma sometimes needed the hauling space of the bed and winter in Maine was made much more traversable with a 4 wheel drive. They had debated having a cage installed, but finally decided against it so that when the need arose it could be used as a family vehicle. If Emma needed someone restrained more heavily than handcuffs she could pull on her magic. So the purchased the Law Enforcement edition of the truck and had it detailed in Storybrooke Sheriff's Department colors and decals, a subdued LED light bar had been installed on top and a full police lighting system in the rest of it. Emma would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit in love with the truck, she'd also be lying if she said she hadn't just tossed Leroy into the bed when he was to drunk to cooperate, only a couple of times...ok maybe 5.
Emma strolled into the Sheriff's department at a quarter to 8 when she was supposed to relieve Mulan who worked the weekend night shift, David having pulled weekend days. After Neverland when things had settled into some kind of normalcy she'd added David full-time to the roster, as well as Ruby, Mulan and Sean, Ashley's husband. They normally worked eight hour shifts Monday through Friday (unless something came up, but in Storybrooke that was rare), the week ends were split into 12 hour shifts so that only two people had to be on duty, they rotated the schedule with a few exceptions, Mulan preferred the overnight shift, with Ruby generally covering for her nights off and Emma usually had the weekends off and worked a standardized 8-5, a perk of being the Sheriff the others had told her, as long she did the majority of the paper work and attended meetings at town hall they were happy to cover the weekends and evenings, didn't feel like much of a perk when she added up the amount of paperwork she had handle every day, not really. "Reports for the night are on your desk, nothing much really, Leroy at 1, Pongo got loose when Archie let him out at 3 and I answered an intruder call at 339 McCormick at 4:30."
Emma fowned at that, "That's the 5th call out there since Monday."
"Wasn't anything though, just a racoon in the trash cans," Mulan shrugged. Emma sighed, could've been worse, ever since she made the decision to have all them certified in the state of Maine and attend the state police academy, Mulan had taken it all to heart and tended be more thorough than the rest of them when it came to reports, three was a nice number though, Emma could probably get them transcribed and submitted into the state system before lunch, but she was still bothered by the number of calls to the same address. "Alright, thanks. Go ahead and go home if you want, get some sleep and enjoy your two days off," Emma moved into her office then after Mulan left. Sean arrived then, just tightening his tie into place and his duty belt in one hand, they greeted each other and Sean dumped the coffee David had probably made before he left at 4 or 5 the evening before, Mulan just didn't believe in the stuff, who knew how she managed always working the overnights without it, and started a new pot.
They made conversation, Emma asked about Alex, the little girl his wife had given birth to shortly after Emma arrived in town, Sean asked how the garden that Regina meticulously cared for was doing. They didn't know each other well, but he was good guy, quiet and kept to himself mostly, but he did a good job and people seemed to like him. Emma removed her duty belt, hanging it on the hook just inside the door, settled in behind her desk then and pulled the reports from Mulan towards her while her computer booted up, she sighed when each report was two pages long and the racoon was referred to as procyon lotor, Emma rubbed her eyes with a sigh, she wouldn't have had any clue what she was talking about if she hadn't shared the story before she left, whatever, at least they were an official police force now and received state funding, minimal as it was.
It was 11:50 when Emma managed to finish typing in the last report, just enough time to get to Granny's, pick up lunch and be at Regina's for their usual hour lunch at noon, she stood, stretching her back out from sitting hunched over the desk for the last few hours, grabbing her duty belt she headed for the door nodding at David who had come in for the 11-8 shift a little while ago. "Headed to lunch, dad. Sean out on patrol ,or a call?" He glanced back up from a police procedural manual he was reading, "Call, domestic at 339 McCormick. Have a good lunch," he waved her on and she left the station. '339 McCormick, what was up with that place?' She shook off the feeling of unease and headed towards Granny's a block away.
Regina sat in her office, staring blankly at the papers in front of her and tapping the end of the pen she held against her bottom lip, she was distracted at the moment contemplating her blonde wife and all the wonderful things Emma could do to her body. For some reason the further into the day she got she just couldn't get the woman off her mind, two years into a relationship and almost a year married and the blonde still had her thinking lustful thoughts at work. She looked up then when a knock sounded at her office door, a glance at the clock told her it was most likely Emma with lunch, "Come in," she called, standing to greet her wife with a predatory smile, Emma stepped into the room with a brown paper bag in hand and two dripping bottles of rootbeer tucked under an arm. "Hello, darling. How's the day going?" Regina purred, taking the bottles from her as they moved towards the sofa and coffee table in the corner of the office. Emma flopped onto the sofa and tousled her short blonde hair, "Good, nothing bad at least. I've been doing paper work all day, I'm going to make a loop around town after this before I head back to the grind," Emma handed over the white clamshell with Regina's salad in it and withdrew her bacon cheeseburger, completely oblivious to her wife's mood..
"You poor, poor baby," Regina mock pouted at her wife and sat her lunch on the coffee table, moving to sit astride the blonde's lap, "whatever can I do to make it better, Sheriff?" She intentionally dropped her voice into its lowest register, knowing damn well what it did to her wife. Emma swallowed whatever moisture wasn't leaving her mouth to pool between her thighs, "Right, no lunch today," her still wrapped burger was tossed onto the table and her hands clasped Regina's hips pulling her into a kiss that immediately became scorching as Regina thrust into her mouth and met Emma's tongue with strong strokes, someone groaned, someone else gasped and then Emma was standing, Regina's legs wrapped tightly around her waist, the blonde was moving to turn them and place her wife beneath her on the plush sofa, but that was not Regina's mood today, "Hmm, no. The desk, Sheriff Swan, take me to the desk," her hips rolled against the strong body of her wife, grateful once again for the strongly muscled body of her lover.
Emma groaned, they used their titles and maiden names often when one or the other desired to make things a little further on the BDSM spectrum of things, more so than their usual pace sexually, "Right away Mayor, your pleasure is mine." Depositing Regina on top of the desk Emma kissed her again and again Regina took control of the kiss causing Emma to make the moaning, desperate noises that always made the brunette Mayor wet, not that she wasn't already. Ending the kiss, Regina pulled Emma's face away from her's and a hand clasped lightly against Emma's neck holding her inches away, "Safe words, Emma?" Regina was already breathing hard and starting to unbutton her blouse, revealing the black silk and lace she'd put on this morning. "Red for stop, yellow for ify and green means go," Emma answered, it was a simple system and they shared the safe words for the times when Emma wanted to take control also, or when Regina needed her too. Regina smirked that smirk of sexy satisfaction and with her shirt now unbuttoned she dipped the hand not holding the Sheriff's neck into one bra cup and pulled herself over the top, moving to do the same to her other breast, "Then please me, Sheriff," and she roughly moved her hand to the back of her wife's head and pulled into her chest. Emma latched directly onto a nipple and sucked hard, "Fuck, Sheriff," Regina groaned into the attention when Emma bit down and tugged. A hand reached for the hem of the Mayor's skirt and hitched it up over her hips with the woman's help. She was forcefully moved to the other breast then and treated it much the same way, sucking and nipping at the turgid flesh, she groaned at the treatment, she loved it when Regina was like this, using her for the brunette's pleasure. Hands grasped at her panties then and yanked them down firm thighs and past her knees, Regina kicked them the rest of the way off and her heels as well, when a hand came up to cup her soaked cunt she grasped the hand, "Nun uh, not your hands, not today Sheriff," she leaned into Emma then, scooting forward on the desk until she was barely perched on the edge, "Lick me," pressure from a hand on her shoulder and one on top of her head and Emma was groaning lustfully and sinking to her knees.
Regina smiled in satisfaction, there was a part of her that thoroughly enjoyed controlling her wife like this, their sexual life was adventurous more often than not, it was fairly equal though, sometimes Emma took control, other times neither led the passion and then other times were like now, Regina very much in control. She groaned when a warm tongue swiped through her folds starting at her entrance and flicking across her clit, Emma repeated the move once, twice, a third time and on the fourth she flickered her tongue inside and swirled, lightly stretching the tight opening, hands wrapped in short blonde hair, holding her wife there and she canted her hips to keep the stimulation centered on her dripping hole, a full minute passed like this, Emma tonguing the hot, swollen and dripping opening to her cunt, Regina's hips rolling against the face of her wife. "Suck me. Three fingers," Regina ordered forcefully moving Emma's head where she wanted it, a growl left her lips when she was penetrated by the requested digits and Emma sucked her clit into her mouth. The older woman's hips were rolling, fucking herself on her wife's fingers on the back motion and into her hot mouth on the forward, she was close already and could feel the delicious pressure building, she was going to fill that beautiful mouth with her cum soon, her motions sped up then, "Harder, faster," she growled out, "Fuck, like that, Emma," the Sheriff's name slipped out when the fingers sped up and flexed further into her clutching cunt and Emma sucked harder adding a flicking motion from her tongue.
A loud wailing sounded then and Emma slapped at her wife's thigh to be let up, "Red! Red! Fuck, that's the emergency tone for the station," she wiped her glistening mouth on a sleeve and withdrew her hand, she grabbed her shoulder mic with her clean hand and spoke into it, "Status?!" She stood then and Regina straightened, her arousal still there but rapidly cooling as concern took over, this had only happened a handful of times in their relationship. A crackling sounded from the radio secured in Emma's duty belt, "Sean's calling for backup, says he has an armed assailant, I'm pulling up now! Fuck! All hands, officer down! Repeat, all hands, officer down!" David's voice came through loud and clear.
"Shit! I've got to go, I'm sorry babe," Emma planted a kiss to her lips and was halfway out the door in seconds. "Be safe, I love you!" Regina called down the hallway to her jogging wife, "Now and always!" Emma called back her usual light hearted response. Regina sagged heavily against the doorway, it was easy to forget how dangerous Emma's job could be, after Neverland and Gold's demise things had been quiet on the magic front and in their small, quiet town it was sometimes easy to forget how dangerous non magical beings could be.
The Frontier screamed up to 339 McCormick where the two other patrol vehicles were already parked, gravel skidded as Emma applied the brakes and silenced the siren, lights still flashing, she was out and gun drawn before the truck had finished rocking from the sudden stop, "What do we have?" She slid in next to where her father was crouched down over Sean's moaning person, body behind the front of his patrol car and applying pressure to a bleeding shoulder wound on the younger man. "I arrived and Sean was already down, from what I could get from him, when he arrived James Henderson was on the porch yelling at his wife, looked like he'd been smacking her around too."
"I just asked...him to...calm down and...come out into the yard...and talk to me," Sean struggled to get out, "He stepped...off the porch then...next thing I know the wife's screaming and he's...telling me to mind my own business…" Sean stopped then, swallowing around the pain that radiated from his shoulder, "I told him I couldn't do that...as an officer of the law I had to make certain everyone was safe."
"You did good, Sean," Emma murmured, patting his uninjured shoulder.
Sean spit into the dirt then, "Bastard pulled a gun from behind his back and before I could get mine out he shot me, fucking shot me." Emma patted his shoulder again and peeked over the hood of the car, a shot fired then and punctured the front tire opposite her, she ducked back down quickly, "Goddamn It! What do we know about this guy?" She clenched and unclenched her hand around her handgun, wishing for the first time that she'd accepted the state funding to outfit all the patrol cars with assault rifles, another shot pinged, or at least the kevlar vests. "Not much, he wasn't anybody special in the Enchanted Forest. Farmer I think, kept to himself for the most part here, drinks a lot and beats his wife apparently, two kids a 15 year old daughter and a 12 year old son," David answered. A black jeep slid into the drive then and a jeans, duty belt and t-shirt clad off duty Ruby hopped out, head down and gun drawn, "Heard the call and got here soon as I could," she crouched down with them, "Shit, Sean, what did I tell you about keeping your eyes open and head down?" Ruby teased, her go to response for stress. He laughed and then groaned at the strain it put on his wound.
Emma gripped Ruby's shoulder, glad to have most of her team here, "Alright, I'm going to try and talk to him, stay alert," she slipped towards the front of the car and hunkered down just behind the headlights, "Mr. Henderson! I need you to put the gun down and come out with your hands up! We can still fix this, just talk to us and tell us what happened!" She called out, lying through her teeth about the consequences he would face, another shot rang out, pinging off of Ruby's jeep.
"No! Just leave us be, a man's business is his own and I don't need the royal fucking guards in mine!" Emma held in an eyeroll, "There's no royals here, not in this town and we're the Storybrooke Sheriff's department. That world is gone, we're all just people and here, in this world we can't just look the other way when you break the law!" She called back, another shot then, this one exploding the headlight she was crouched by, "Shit!" she threw herself away from it, but not before a shard sliced across her forehead and left a decent gash that started seeping blood. "Emma!" Her father called out, she held up a hand and growled her frustration at the situation. She wiped a hand across her forehead then and stared at the blood. She felt it running down her face again already, head wounds always bled so damn much, it was going to be all over her uniform shirt and blood was so hard to get out, her wife was going to kill her. Another shot, it yanked her out of the internal monologue, this one pinged off her truck.
Her beautiful fucking truck! Fed up Emma wiped at the blood running down her face and suddenly stood, gun whipping up into a tactile position fully intending to open fire the second she had him in her sights. Her gun dropped and she laughed, much to the others horror, " 'Bout damn time you showed up," she called, the others stood then when no shots were fired and they looked towards the house, Mulan had the man on his stomach and was slapping on handcuffs. She'd heard the call too and instead of screaming up in a car she walked in from the back, scaled the porch railing while he was distracted talking to Emma and disarmed him efficiently. "Yeah, well I had to debate getting dressed or not," Mulan retorted and Emma noticed then that the woman was still in her pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt, duty belt slung around her waist and tan, leather moccasins on her feet..
"I'm just glad you could make it," Emma stepped out from behind the car then and approached the house. An ambulance pulled up then, Ruby having called the all clear to them, and started seeing to Sean. Mulan yanked Henderson up then and started marching him towards David's patrol car and mirandizing him, "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." Emma turned away from them and stepped onto the porch, "Hello? Mrs. Henderson?" Emma approached the door cautiously and suddenly a woman came flying out, sobs wracking her body as she flung herself into the blonde Sheriff's arms, Emma wrapped the woman in a hug and did what she could to comfort her.
Regina paced in the kitchen, it was 7pm, a little over six hours since Emma had rushed out of the office and into danger. She'd gotten a text from her wife around 3 that the situation was contained and that she was ok, David too. "Mom, just sit down, she said she's fine and she'll be home soon as she can," Henry was perched on a stool at the counter and watching his worried mother as she moved back and forth in front of the stove, the front door opened then and they both jumped up, running towards it. Regina flung herself into her wife's arms and kissed her, thankful that she was home safe, she released her then so that Henry could hug his mother too, that's when she saw the white bandage plastered across half of Emma's forehead and wrapping around to cover her temple too. "I thought you said you were ok!" Regina's voice came out higher pitched than she intended and she cupped the blonde's face turning it so she could inspect the bandage. "I am, I'm fine. It's just superficial, not even any stitches. Sean got the worst of it, bullet through and through in his shoulder, he'll be fine and the Doctor's expect a full recovery, he'll be out a few weeks though," Emma pulled her into another hug then and kissed her temple, "I'm fine, babe." She pulled Henry into the hug too, holding her family close to her and breathing in their combined scents, thankful that she was able to come home to them.
Three hours and after dinner later Emma was quietly closing the bedroom door behind her and leaning against it, the room was lit only by moonlight and Regina was by the bedside stripping out of the pair Emma's sweatpants and t-shirt that she had slipped into when she arrived home hours ago and unable to stay in the constricting skirt-suit. "Are you ok?" Emma asked softly, setting her her duty belt down and observing her wife's stilted movements as she removed her bra and slid the underwear down over her hips depositing the whole pile into the laundry.
"Am I alright? Am I alright!? Am. I. Alright?!" Regina started, her voice rising each time and then suddenly she deflated and sank onto the bed, a sudden quivering, naked mass of tears. Emma, dropped her duty belt to the floor and rushed forward then as she pulled Regina into her arms, her wife beat weakly at her chest, "Damn you, Emma. I was fine until you rolled up five years ago in your damn car, with MY son. I was fine and then you came and I realized that I wasn't fine, that I'd never been fine, that even my son wasn't enough for a complete happy ending." Her tears were quieting, just silently streaming down her cheeks as she leaned against Emma's chest, arms wrapped around her blonde wife's waist, "Then we went and fell in love and I was happy, am happy, you and OUR son made me happy, make me happy. Now we're going to try and add another life our family and all I can think about is that I married the fucking Savior and I could be a widow anyday, at any moment," the tears had stopped falling and her voice came out on a whisper with the last words, "I need you in my life, Emma Swan-Mills and I am not weak for loving you, for wanting you," the last word came out on a sigh and she burrowed into her wife's chest.
Emma held her close, her eyes were closed, she hated hurting her wife like this, "I wish I could change, I wish I could be different," she whispered placing a kiss on the crown of Regina's head. Regina's head shook then, "No you don't and neither do I. It's who you are Emma and no matter what I say, I wouldn't change it for the world," Regina pulled away then and looked into her wife's hazel eyes, a sudden, desperate need overcame her then, a need to feel her wife and to be consumed by her. She lunged upwards, arms moving to wrap around Emma's neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, "Make me feel. Make me feel you, Emma," she pulled away and yanked the Sheriff's button up out of her jeans, she ripped the shirt open and loosened the tie just enough to pull it over Emma's head. The white t-shirt came next, after another passionate, soul scorching kiss in which Regina sucked Emma's tongue into her mouth and flicked against it with her own. Then she was pulling Emma down on top of her as she yanked the sports bra over her head, desperate to feel the comforting weight of her wife on top of her, the blonde's hips slotting between her wife's already rolling ones, their bodies immediately began moving together and seeking more friction, "Clothes off, then come back," she demanded, releasing Emma to stand.
The blonde's pants, underwear and socks were off in seconds and she was back between her wife's thighs, groaning at the slick wetness that greeted her, "God, Emma! Inside, fuck me, God, I need you!" Regina cried out grinding up against the solid abdomen, Emma trailed a hand between them and slid her fingers through the slickness of her wife's open and throbbing cunt, one pass, a second slide through the folds and then she was sheathing two fingers deep and curling them. Regina arched and cried out, grasping at Emma's bare back, holding her as close as possible, Emma set a fast rhythm, driving in and out, "Fu..uck, Emma! More!" Regina demanded, hips rolling desperately.
Emma slid in a third finger and Regina sobbed as she curled against the rough patch inside of her on each thrust, their close position allowing Emma to stimulate her wife's clit with her wrist on every stroke, suddenly Regina was coming in a gush of fluid that threatened to push Emma's fingers out but Emma refused to let it, gritting through the tight clenching of her wife's cunt she flexed fingers, intensifying the feelings and a second gush left the tight channel. Regina was panting and moving against her, sweat covered the both of them and when Emma felt her start to relax around her fingers she started to pull out, she was halfway out when, "No! Again!" Regina put a hand to her wrist and forced her to stay inside, her hips starting to roll again. Emma groaned and started a gentle rhythm back up, she buried her face in Regina's neck, sucking hard, the pace quickly resumed it's frantic movements.
"More! Emma, another, I need more!" Regina was panting and groaning deeply on each thrust, she was close to coming again. Emma pulled out and ran her hand through the sodden folds, swiping the excess lubricant her wife's body was producing and thrust back in with three fingers, at the gasped, "Emma!" She added the fourth and settled into a slower pace than before, Regina sobbed and nails dug into Emma's hunching back leaving bright red scratches from her shoulders all the way down to her lower back. Emma was flicking her fingers forward on every thrust, she could feel Regina once again tightening down, with a scream Regina came, more fluid than before leaving her body in an arching spray as her hips rolled and her arms wrapped around Emma's neck, holding her pressed tightly to her body. Still shuddering Regina grabbed the softly flexing arm and held it inside herself, "Again," it came out softer than before, her voice deep and husky, cracking with emotion, "Again, Emma."
Emma shuddered, she was unsure if she'd ever seen her wife like this, they kissed then as Regina's hips started their desperate roll for the third time and Emma met her thrust for thrust, "Emma, more!" Regina demanded. Emma groaned, her own arousal was starting to get the best of her, "I'm already four in," Emma started, but Regina shook her head, "More! Please! All of it, we've done this," the brunette was pleading, begging, not something she did very often. She was right, they weren't new to fisting and she was more than wet enough, between what she was producing and what she had produced. Emma shifted back then to give herself room and their thrusting slowed, her hand was already sopping wet and covered in Regina's previous ejacualte, she tucked her thumb into her palm and kept her eyes on her wife's face as she softly thrust forward, Regina groaned deep in her chest, her eyes falling closed as she was stretched wide around her wife's hand, Her hips rolled and another inch slid in, Emma hand now at the widest part, the brunette's face scrunched up in both pleasure and pain, "Keep going, God, don't stop!" Regina gasped breathless, her face flushing and the veins in her neck and on her forehead standing out in vast relief, her hips rolled, helping ease Emma all the way in.
Suddenly Emma was past the tight ring of muscle and all the way inside, Regina's eyes flew open and she sat half up, arms wrapping around Emma's neck and pulling her back down. The angle was more awkward than before but she knew Regina needed to feel her, her thrusting picked up again and Regina was sobbing her pleasure now, everything so intense, the feeling of so much of her wife so far inside her. Not a single part of her cunt wasn't being filled by her wife and every spot inside was being stimulated and it was so, so good. Regina's nails came into play again and more scratches were left down Emma's back, blood welling in a few places this time as her thrusts picked up again, moving harder, faster, deeper. Emma groaned, at this angle she could rub against her own wrist just right so that it hit her clit each time and it was so good, Regina's teeth clamped onto her shoulder then and Emma growled, her hips moving faster, driving herself and her wife towards a fast approaching orgasm. Then they were coming, together. Regina's head fell back as her whole body tensed, arching beneath Emma and her lips fell open in a silent scream, the fluid trying to leave her body but having a hard time escaping and it made everything so much more intense. Emma groaned, her orgasm reaching its peak as she stopped moving inside her wife but kept thrusting against herself drawing out her own pleasure. Slowly their movements slowed and came to a stop, Emma carefully pulled out once Regina had relaxed enough, cum poured out and Regina moaned, her hips humping against the firm muscles of her wife's abdomen, a weak shudder moved through as another small orgasm washed through her. Emma buried her face in the brunette's neck then, arms wrapping around her wife's shoulders. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's waist and held their sweaty bodies closely together. Tears were falling from her eyes, but she could barely feel them, they weren't bad tears really, just tears from the intense emotional experience.
"Don't ever leave me, Emma," she whispered into the sweaty hair. "Never, my love," Emma responded with a sigh as their bodies relaxed and they shifted, starting to settle into sleep, Emma on her back and Regina's head tucking under her chin on her chest, Emma pulled the discarded sheet over their rapidly cooling bodies.
"I love you," the brunette whispered.
"Now and always," Emma whispered back as they fell into slumber.