A/N: I am well aware that I've sped up the court system exponentially, let's just call it artistic license. Also a warning, Robin is in this story, his first appearance is in this chapter, I don't believe he has any chemistry with Regina, but I actually enjoy him as a character. In my AU version of Storybrooke he and Regina never had any kind romantic relationship.
T/W: A young woman's reaction to a terrible home life is cutting herself. I don't go into details or "show" her doing it, but I don't shy from it either.
CHAPTER 4
When the alarm started blaring at 6:15 on Wednesday morning Emma was already awake, laying in bed with her wife comfortably ensconced half on top of her, one leg thrown over her hips and an arm wrapped tightly around her waist with Regina's face buried in her neck. She'd been awake for hours now, unable to fully fall asleep, today was the trial day for Henderson, she knew deep down that he'd see some sort of time behind bars, but that didn't ease her worry not really, he'd be back in Storybrooke sooner or later and most likely back with his family, she hadn't spoken to his wife or kids since the preliminary, trial but she doubted their opinions had changed. She didn't plan on traveling to Alfred today to observe the trial, unless an issue came up she had already done her part by delivering the reports, with Sean out, the station couldn't afford to lose another body, she'd been taking his patrol shifts as it was and was contemplating hiring a temporary deputy to help cover the hole, yesterday they had heard from the doctors that they didn't expect Sean to able to return for another four weeks, turned out the bullet had done more nerve damage then they thought and even when he did return he'd most likely be behind a desk for another few weeks, Emma intended to make him requalify physically and she really wasn't sure if he'd be able to in those four weeks.
Regina stirred then, "Aren't you going to turn that off?" the brunette asked sleepily. "Hmm?" Came the distracted reply. Regina propped herself up on an elbow and after reaching around behind herself to turn the alarm off, she turned back to observe her wife, "What's the matter, darling?" She rested a hand on Emma's upper chest just above her tank top and stroked the bared flesh there. Emma sighed, "Just thinking, today's the trial for Henderson. I just have a bad feeling about this, I can't explain it," she sighed again and when they heard the bathroom door slam down the hallway, they got up to start their day.
When Emma entered the station it was 10 minutes past 8 and Ruby was already there, "You're late, Sheriff," Ruby teased. "Not today, Ruby, not really in the mood," Emma slouched into the chair behind the second desk in the common area, she'd sat in the truck for 20 minutes after dropping Regina off, just contemplating her job, it had been a long while since they'd had a magical problem and Emma kind of wished for one, at the moment those seemed easier. Ruby's smile disappeared, "You don't really think the Judge will find him innocent, do you?" the leggy brunette asked, they'd all been having a hard time dealing, it was the first time one of their own had been seriously injured by a citizen, a non-magical one at that. They were all a little rattled by the family's response as well, Selena Henderson had been in every other day, begging the station to "just do something", no one really knew how to deal with it, with her, regardless of her stance she was still a victim.
Emma sighed, "No, because he actually hit Sean he'll have to serve time, I don't think the Judge will fall for his plea, even if he does, the worst is that he may serve less time because of his plea," Emma scrubbed at her face then, "I should get to work, I need to be out on patrol for the noon shift," the blonde stood then and gave a half hearted smile to her friend. Emma hadn't been able to meet her wife for lunch all week since she'd been filling in on Sean's route and she was first to admit that it made her cranky. Ruby nodded then and stood up herself, "Alright, I need to head out anyway, I didn't want to start patrol until someone else was here," Ruby referred to Emma's preference that someone be in the station at all times during the 8-5 hours the station was open to the public, the brunette werewolf adjusted her duty belt to settle it more comfortably from where it had shifted while she'd been sitting and snagged the keys off the peg by the door for one of the two patrol cars that lived at the station. Emma waved her off and headed into her office.
Selena Henderson sighed, she had get to Alfred by noon, it was her husband's trial and she desperately hoped he'd be released so he could come home. She just couldn't manage the house without him, it was his place to take care of them, how was she supposed to know how to get through the day without him? Her son Thomas stormed into the room then, "Breakfast mother, I won't be late again because you're being emotional," he thumped into a chair at the kitchen table.
At 12 and at the very cusp of puberty he was just like his father, he had no trouble expressing himself clearly and she truly appreciated the way, even at his young age, he'd stepped up to help around the house since his father had been gone, just yesterday she'd forgotten the laundry outside on the line, how silly of her, and young Thomas had made sure tell her how awful it had been of her. At 12 he just didn't have the same tone or assertiveness as his father, she sighed then as she set the plate of eggs and bacon in front of him, but he was young and he'd make a fine man of his own house one day.
In a different part of the same house, Elizabeth Henderson was brushing her hair in the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was in a pair of jeans, she'd pulled on a camisole that morning and chosen a long sleeved t-shirt to layer over it, as the brush moved through her hair her eyes watched her scarred left arm as it moved.
When it had started it had been an accident, her dad had been drinking and she'd stepped in when he'd been about to hit mother again, he'd pushed her away and gone right back to hitting his wife, as Elizabeth had fallen her arm had caught the corner of something sharp and cut her skin. As she'd sat in her room, crying and rocking, listening to the shouting and thwack of flesh hitting flesh, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, she had stared at the blood seeping out from the wound,
She'd realized that with every drop leaving her, she felt better about her life, felt a weight leaving her. That had been months ago and she hadn't looked back since, her arm was now crisscrossed in bright white and pink scars, she stared blankly at the bandage wrapped around her forearm then, yesterday she'd gone just a little too deep, her hand had been shaky after hearing mother talk about father, hopefully coming home today. When the blood didn't scab quickly and it just kept coming she'd been scared at first, but then a light headedness had kicked in and she found that nothing really mattered to her anymore.
Elizabeth picked up her long sleeved t-shirt then and pulled it on, she needed to get out to breakfast, before Thomas came to find her, the last few days he'd been acting more and more like father, it scared her a little, just the day before last she'd found him in father's room, just sitting there staring at the glass doored cabinet where their father kept his guns. He'd smiled at her, in the reflection of the glass where she'd appeared behind him and it had sent a shiver down her spine. He was 12, but in a way he scared her more then father ever had.
Around 10 Emma heard the loud chime signifying that the door to the station had opened, she sighed and stood from her desk heading into the main room to greet whoever the 'concerned citizen' was, not surprisingly it was Selena Henderson, most people called in their issues and she had been there only visitor for days. "Mrs. Henderson, how can I help you today?" Emma affected an air of politeness, a smile painted on her face. "You know why I'm here Sheriff, I'm leaving for my husband's trial and I was hoping you would reconsider. If you'll just testify on his behalf, I'm certain the judge will see reason and let him come home to his family," Selena stood before her, clutching her purse and wearing a pleading look on her face.
Emma took a breath, counting in her head, the last thing they needed was her blowing up on the woman, "Ma'am, you know I can't do that, regardless of the excuses that have been made for his behavior, he still injured one of my deputies and tried very hard to harm the rest of us. Whatever the judge decides today will be it, I'll have no hand in lessening his sentence," when the woman opened her mouth to speak again, Emma cut her off, "If you don't mind, Mrs. Henderson I have work to do and I believe you have a trial to attend, please have a pleasant day," Emma turned and headed back into her office, effectively dismissing the woman, Selena huffed then and left the Sheriff's station. Emma settled back into her chair behind her desk and leaned back, closing her eyes, the door chime sounded again and she heard the tell-tale sound of heels clicking down the hallway, she smiled genuinely for the first time since arriving and sat up to greet her wife as Regina strode into her office with a file folder in hand and a smile on her face.
"Hello, darling," the brunette greeted, "I had some paperwork that needed your signature," she set the file down on her wife's desk and stepped around to place a sweet kiss on her lips. "Linda too busy to deliver it?" Emma teased her wife, usually her wife sent her assistant with files or she just e-mailed whatever files she needed clarification on. Regina flushed softly then, "I may have...wanted to check and see how you were doing? I passed Mrs. Henderson on my in, everything ok?"
Emma smiled at her wife and pulled her to sit cross ways on her lap, "I wouldn't say ok, but I'm managing, I'm ready to have the trial done and hear the verdict," she let her hands wrap around her wife's waist then and just held her, Regina's arms wrapped around her neck, "I'm ready to get back to our life, I'm ready for our future." Regina smiled and leaned in to kiss her then, "I wanted to talk to you about that actually," Regina said pulling away from the kiss, "Belle called a little bit ago, she has the last ingredient I need. I could cast the spell as soon as this weekend, according to the timeline I should start ovulating Friday or Saturday… the ingredients can hold though, if you wanted to wait until next month?" Emma smiled, her face nearly split in two by the wide smile, "No, I don't want to wait. I need this, I need the hope, to know that my life, our life, is more than just this," she gestured around station then.
Regina smiled and pulled her wife into another kiss, this one carrying more emotion than the last, neither particularly trying to push the kiss into anything more, just kissing for kissing's sake. Regina broke the kiss again, her forehead resting against her wife's, "Will you ask if your parents would take Henry for the whole weekend? I'll cast Friday evening after we're home, assuming it works, I think we'll want the privacy," her voice had dropped an octave and she smiled at her blonde wife. "I'll ask, Dad's due in soon," Emma drew her wife into another kiss, this one carrying a undercurrent of giddy passion.
Regina had just drawn her wife's tongue into her mouth, suckling softly, when a throat cleared from the doorway, "Sorry, guys, just wanted to let Emma know I was here," David smiled at them, it had been a little hard at first when the two of them had started dating, but both he and his wife fully accepted their relationship now and had actually moved to a place of loving affection with their former arch nemesis. Emma blushed while Regina just smirked, "Hey, Dad," Emma greeted as Regina stood up from her lap and smoothed her skirt down, "David," the brunette nodded to her father-in-law, "I should get back to the office, darling. I'll see you this evening," Regina placed a chaste kiss to her wife's lips and headed back to her office in city hall.
Emma distractedly watched her wife's ass sway out of her office, lost in her thoughts until her father cleared his throat again, she started and looked up at him sheepishly, "Sorry, hi!" He chuckled and turned to go to the desk he shared with Sean, she ran a hand through her short hair and stood, grabbing her coffee mug and followed him into the room, "I've been thinking about hiring a temporary deputy, to cover Sean's place in the roster," she started as she filled her coffee mug from the coffee pot, "I was thinking about offering it to Robin, maybe keeping him on as a part time deputy even after Sean comes back," Robin, as in Hood, had originally applied when Emma had been taking applications back when they were expanding the Sheriff's department, it had come down to him or Sean and in the end Sean had just barely beat him on the gun range.
David nodded, "That's a good idea, want me to take him through the qualifications?" he sipped from the travel mug of coffee he'd brought with him. She nodded, turning to lean against the counter the coffee pot lived a she sipped from her mug, "Yeah, I'll file the paperwork today," she sat the mug down and crossed her arms, "Hey, so we were wondering," she paused then clearing her throat, "do you think you and mom would mind taking Henry for the whole weekend?" She looked at the floor and tried not to blush, it wasn't the first time one couple or the other had watched a kid for the weekend and they both tried to pretend they didn't know damn well what the other couple was up to on those weekends.
David flushed the same shade as his daughter, "Sure, sure. No problem, want him back on Sunday, or should we send him off to school on Monday?" Emma grinned an entirely inappropriate smile then, "Monday's fine," she cleared her throat then shoved the salacious thoughts of her wife out of her head. David shook his head and stood from his desk, "On that note, I'm going to head out on patrol now," and he sauntered out of the station, still shaking his head and trying to not think about what his daughter and her wife would be up to this weekend.
A few of hours later Emma was in her truck having replaced Ruby a couple of hours ago and was patrolling through the town, she had the windows down and she nodded to the townspeople that were out and about as she drove slowly down Main street, she turned up Tyler and headed out of town proper to make a loop through the outskirts. Her phone started ringing then, she pulled over when she saw that it was the Assistant District Attorney that was prosecuting the Henderson case, taking a deep breath she answered, "Sheriff Swan-Mills."
"Sheriff," the tinny voice greeted, "ADA Smith here, we just got the verdict back on the Henderson case and I wanted to notify you of it, is this a good time for you?" Emma took a deep breath steeling herself for the worst, "Go ahead," she prompted him.
"It was fast, Judge didn't take long, found him guilty," Emma released a breath she didn't know she was holding, "He'll serve 15 years, 10 of those on parole if he behaves while he's in county lock-up. The earliest you'll see him is 5 years from now." The relief Emma felt at not having to deal with him for the next 5 years was palpable, "Thank you, Smith. I appreciate the notification," they exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up. Emma smiled, she hoped that 5 years would be enough to turn Henderson around, hopefully that time away would help his son to not continue down the path he was currently on, the path to emulating his father.
It was 5 pm on the dot when Emma pulled up to the front of city hall, she put the truck in park and headed in so she could walk her wife out, she was still in an elevated mood, it didn't change the events but she felt better knowing that justice was being served, truthfully she would've liked him to serve more time, but she knew with the overcrowding that the only reason he was seeing 5 years behind bars was because his crime had been against a Law Enforcement officer. Inside she took the stairs two at time as she headed for the Mayor's second floor office, she strode past Linda's empty desk, the middle aged assistant only worked until 4, leaving Regina alone for her last hour of work.
Regina was just slipping into her summer blend blue blazer when her wife walked through the door, she smiled at the large grin on the blonde's face, "Hello, darling," Regina kissed the woman soundly on the lips. Emma wrapped her arms around her wife's waist and kissed her back, they pulled apart then, but stayed wrapped in a loose embrace, "You're in a good mood," Regina laughed when Emma picked her up and swung her around playfully. "I am," she set the brunette back down, "Henderson was found guilty and we won't see him back here for 5 years, another 10 years he'll be on parole."
Regina gathered her purse and after turning out the lights and locking up her office they headed out, "That's fantastic news, darling!" Emma just smiled and they were climbing into the patrol truck in a few minutes, "I talked to Dad, by the way and they'll take Henry for the weekend, no problem," Emma broke the comfortable silence and sent a suggestive smile towards her wife as she turned down Mifflin. Regina rested a hand high on Emma's thigh and fingered the inseam, "Good," she purred, "I can't wait to break in the spell," Emma shuddered at the continued ministrations as she pulled into their drive, "you know, work out all the kinks," Regina purred and ran her hand down Emma's thigh, with a final caress of the wife's knee she opened her door and slid out, leaving Emma sitting in the truck and grinning like an idiot before she shook her head to clear it and followed her wife inside.
Once inside they greeted Henry, who had finished his homework in the two hours he'd been home alone and was in the living room happily involved in a video game. 20 minutes later and they changed into more casual clothes and were working on dinner in the kitchen, Regina had changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, clothes that she wouldn't have been caught dead in 2 years ago and refused to leave the house in now, Emma was still in the jeans she'd worn to work and was wearing on of her many tank tops, this one grey, they were both barefoot as they moved about kitchen. Regina stirred the sauce in a pan for her chicken picatta and waved a hand over the skillet, to test the heat of the oil for the chicken, while Emma put together a salad and shelled some fresh green peas to go with the entree. The oil was hot and Regina had just lay three floured chicken breast into the sizzling skillet when Henry wandered in and flopped onto one of the stools at the island, "How long for dinner?" he asked snagging a slice of cucumber from the cutting board, Emma playfully waved the knife at his hand, "30 minutes, dear," Regina answered him intentionally ignoring the antics of her wife and son, "How was school today?"
Henry sighed, "Alright, there was some fuss during last period, but other than that it was good. I'm on track for the science fair next week, still tweaking the reactions though," he plucked an apple from the bowl in the center of the island and bit into it, pointedly ignoring the glare his brunette mother gave him. "What kind of fuss, dear?" Regina asked giving up, he was a growing teenager and he never ceased to amaze her with how much he could eat, at least it was an apple, she flipped the chicken over and moved towards the wine rack in the corner.
"Well," he took another bite, "One of the girls in my class, Beth, she was pulled out early because her brother apparently was fighting and their Mother was out of town." His mother's looked at each other then, Henry knew that his mother had been in an altercation at work last week, but they tried to not share details like names and such, unless it was necessary, Emma cleared her throat then, "Elizabeth Henderson? And her brother Thomas?" Henry's brow furrowed, "Yeah, I don't know him that well, he's below us a few years, he's got a temper on him though. How'd you know, Ma?" Regina drizzled the sauce over a casserole dish where she'd placed the mostly cooked chicken and slid it into the preheated oven.
Emma finished the salad and set it aside handing the bowl of now shelled peas to Regina who dumped them into a pot with water and a steamer basket on the stove, "Their father was the one who hurt Sean last week, he was sentenced today," she took the bottle of wine and corkscrew Regina handed her and started opening it. Henry nodded thoughtfully, munching on the apple, "Oh, is that why Thomas was upset?"
Emma nodded, handing the now open bottle back to her wife and taking the bottle of her favored beer that Regina handed her, "I don't know, could be. You said he has a temper?" She sipped at her beer waiting for him to finish chewing, "Yeah, he's always fighting or arguing during recess, that's the only time I really ever see him though," he finished his apple then and moved around the island to toss the core in the trash can and gather the plates and silverware after washing his hands, he headed for the dining room then to set the table for dinner. Emma watched her son leave the room, and took a long pull from her beer, Regina wrapped one arm around waist then, the other was holding the glass of wine she'd poured herself, "Are you ok, darling?" Emma sighed and wrapped her free arm around her wife's shoulders, "Yeah, just something about that kid," another pull from her beer.
"Henry?" Regina's brow furrowed, unsure what their son had done. Her wife shook her head, "No, Thomas, Henderson's son. There's something that keeps bothering me about him, I don't know what though, just unsettled." They stayed wrapped up together for several minutes, enjoying the silence together as they both were lost in their own thoughts, the timer went off after several minutes had gone by and Regina set her glass down and went to retrieve their dinner from the oven, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, dear. He's 12, Emma, what's the worst that could happen?" she picked their conversation back up, offering words of comfort to her wife. "I know, I know, you're probably right, 'Gina," she shook her head again, stuck her bottle between her teeth and grabbed the salad bowl and her wife's wine glass following her into the dining room, she put the thought out of her mind then, determined to enjoy her evening with her family.
After dinner and after he'd finished the dishes, Henry had headed up to his room to do who knows what, Emma was settling onto the couch in the living room after putting a DVD in the player and waiting on her wife. Regina entered then, carrying her wine glass, the rest of the bottle and another beer for Emma, the brunette sat next to her and poured herself a second glass of wine, "What are we watching?" she asked leaning against her wife and tucking her legs under her. She groaned then when the menu screen for The Cave popped up, her wife had a thing for Lena Headey and horror movies, combine the two and it was one of Emma's favorite movies. Regina sighed and settled in more comfortably as her wife hit play and traded the remote for her beer from the coffee table.
They were halfway through the movie when Regina finished her glass and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table, "Don't want any more?" Emma asked rubbing at her back lovingly. Regina sighed into the touch, "Not right now, this is the last night I'm allowing myself alcohol, but I'm not trying to get drunk," the brunette sat back then, tucking herself under Emma's arm and nestling into her side. Emma's brow furrowed, "Right because we're about to start seriously trying for a baby and you shouldn't be drinking," she smiled then and wrapped her wife up tighter in her arms after setting her empty bottle down on the end table. Regina jumped when the movie moved through one of the darker parts of the film, she laughed then settled back down again into Emma's arms, "Friday night, or Saturday, depending on if the spell works and when my cycle starts, we could be physically trying for a baby," a beaming smile crossed her face and she leaned up to kiss her wife.
Emma deepened the kiss, grazing the seam of her wife's lips and thrusting inside when Regina opened them with a groan, their tongues tangled and Emma pulled her wife to straddle her narrow hips and she buried her hands in the thick, dark hair of her lover, they kissed languidly for a few minutes. A deep moan left Regina's lips when Emma moved down to lick, nuzzle and suck at her neck, hands burrowed in blonde hair as she held her wife close to her, her hips were starting to roll against the firm body of her blonde wife and Emma turned them, laying Regina back on the couch and settling atop her.
"Hmm," Regina hummed her pleasure when the blonde returned to her neck, "wait, wait," she tapped at Emma's shoulder and her wife pulled back, "Darling, Henry. We should go upstairs." Emma groaned, knowing her wife was right, they certainly didn't always keep their more intimate activities confined to the bedroom, but when Henry was home they were, for good reason, very careful to not inadvertently scar their son for life, "Sounds like a great idea, babe," Emma sighed and lifted off her wife, helping her stand and they carried the glass and two bottles into the kitchen before absconding up to their bedroom after a brief stop by Henry's room to say goodnight and remind him that lights out was 10.
Regina waved her hand as she shut the bedroom door behind her and a handful of candles that they kept strategically around the room burst into flame, bathing the room in a soft romantic glow, Emma smiled, stepped over to her dresser and after docking her phone in the dock she kept there, flicked through to her romance playlist and hit play, Regina smiled at her and they met in the middle, her arms slid around Emma's neck and Emma's around her waist as they effortlessly moved together in a slow dance, they moved around the room, wrapped up in each other's arms. Regina giggled when Emma spun her out and pulled her back in, Regina laid her head against Emma's chest, happy of their height difference not for the first time, a happy sigh left someone's lips and then they were kissing and still softly swaying in place. Emma pulled away first, "We're going to make a baby, Regina."
Regina smiled, "We're going to make a baby," they fell to the bed that they had slowly danced towards and they landed on it in a heap of kissing and giggling that quickly turned to moans as their passion ignited. They rolled together on the king size mattress, Regina finally landing on top and straddling her wife. She groaned when Emma palmed her ass, encouraging her to roll her hips as they kissed deeply. The brunette moaned, melting when the blonde intentionally inhaled deeply, stealing the breath from her and leaving her feeling nearly breathless. She loved it when Emma did that and her wife knew it. Strong hands pulled at her shirt and Regina arched away from the muscled body beneath her to help her lover remove it. She sat up then, yanking her wife up by the straps of her tanktop and yanking it and the bra she wore over her head. Emma responded by opening the front clasp on the beige bra she wore and tossing it towards the laundry hamper.
Emma rolled them again and she landed between her wife's thighs. Their kissing resumed and Regina wrapped her arms around her wife's neck, holding her tightly to her smaller body. Tongues met and twined as their hips starting to move together. Emma grinding down and Regina rolling her hips up. The jeans Emma still wore creating a wonderful friction though her wife's yoga pants. The brunette ran her hands over the broad shoulders and down the strong back of her wife, finally coming to rest on the denim clad tight ass of the blonde. She squeezed and massaged the firm globes of muscle, encouraging her wife to move faster and harder against her.
A sudden and intense desire to have them both naked burned through Regina and her small hands came around to the front of her wife's jeans and she pulled at the button and yanked the zipper down. A quick thrust and twist with her hips had her on top again and she left the bed as she pulled the denim and boyshorts down well muscled thighs, the jeans and shorts hit the floor and seconds later her yoga pants and panties did too.
The brunette was back straddling her lover in a heartbeat and they both groaned as their naked flesh met. Regina ground her smooth wet cunt over her wife's defined abdominals, her hands palming Emma's breasts. Rolling and pinching the tight pink nipples in time with the movements of her hips. It felt so good, grinding against the rigid muscles. Her wife purposefully tensing and keeping them taught for her pleasure. Hands massaged her ass, gripping it and helping her movements along, faster and harder. The brunette fell forward and pulled her wife into a breathy kiss, her hips never stilling, "Fuck, Emma! Smack me!" Regina cried out, pulling away and bracing herself on the hard pectoral muscles of her wife, her hips reached a frantic pace.
Emma groaned and quickly complied, slapping her wife's moving ass hard enough to leave a red mark. The brunette groaned and her wife slapped the other cheek, Emma's own arousal was reaching a boiling point and her body tensed, muscles and veins popping as she fought to stay focused on her wife's pleasure. Strong hands smacked both cheeks, gripping the tender skin and squeezing and Regina cried out, "Oh God, Emma, I think….fuck!" before she could finish the sentence she was falling into her orgasm, beautifully and gloriously coming hard, when the cum started leaving her body in a heavy stream Emma groaned and was pulling her wife up and sliding down, quickly covering her wife's cunt with her mouth and drinking down the salty sweet fluid. She sucked and licked at the swollen flesh, Regina moaned and fell against the headboard, trying desperately to support herself and not collapse as her wife took her through the orgasm and tossed her head first into another, she sobbed as the second one washed through her and she came hard in Emma's mouth.
They rested for long minutes, Regina still straddling her wife's head and leaning heavily against the headboard, forehead resting on her crossed forearms. As their breathing returned to normal their bodies shifted and they slid together until they were side by side on the bed. Regina moved again, her wife hadn't come yet and that needed to be rectified. She tossed a leg over one of her wife's legs. Her fingertips teasingly traced the definition of her wife's stomach. Emma groaned and her hips thrust against empty air, "Something you need, dear?" she teased, before sliding her hand down, past tight curls and she moaned aloud at the abundant wetness between her wife's thighs. She stroked her with quick movements, knowing her wife was already close to edge after giving her two fantastic orgasms, "You're awfully wet and hard, my love," she purred into the shell of Emma's ear as she nibbled at the tender skin there. Emma groaned and her hips moved in counterpoint to her wife's stroking hand, "You always make me so wet, so hard," she whispered breathlessly back. Their movements quickened and Regina shifted so she could kiss and suck at the long muscle connecting her wife's neck to her shoulder.
Emma could feel her orgasm approaching very fast and she tensed, her body stilling in an arch. Regina's hand kept moving, knowing that her wife tensed right before she came, "Come for me, darling," she whispered to her breathless wife and Emma did, crying out her wife's name and tensing impossibly further before she collapsed back to the bed panting harshly and laughing. "Care to share, dear?" Regina frowned, unsure if she should be offended or not.
"Just, fuck, I love you," Emma wasn't laughing then as she rolled them over and was thrusting two, then three fingers deep into her wife, straddling one of the tanned thighs and sliding her swollen sex against the groaning undulating flesh of her lover. Arms came around the blonde's neck and they were kissing just as passionately as when they'd started. Regina knew in that moment, as her body started to surrender to her wife's ministrations, that she couldn't imagine her life without the blonde.