A/N: Just wanted to reiterate that I have no experience with pregnancy, I'm relying on Google and helpful readers.
"Alright, so just let me do the talking, these car guys can be horrible and especially if you've not dealt with them," Emma was saying as she pulled the Frontier into the Mercedes Benz sales lot in Alfred, Maine. It was December 28th and Regina had finally decided on a vehicle, the Mercedes GL450. The four door SUV would be a excellent fit for their growing family, all that was left was to drive one and then discuss purchase.
Regina just smirked back at her wife, "Yes dear, whatever you say, dear," the sarcastic tone wasn't lost on the blonde and she looked sideways at her wife. At 21 weeks, Regina had started to really come into her sassy sarcastic side, not that she'd really ever lost it.
Emma parked and they headed across the lot for the SUV section. Regina, with a hand tucked around her wife's bicep as they stepped around small patches of ice and they both shivered a little as a cold wind swept through the parking lot. They located the model of vehicle they were looking for. It was a deep red version and they were shopping for a black or grey model. Regina opened the unlocked drivers door and peered inside, "What do you think?" Emma was peering in over her shoulder.
"I like it. So much more...stuff than the car," Regina's eyes sparkled with excitement. It was different seeing all the bells and whistles inside the car, it had been one thing to see all the specs online. She was reminded of Emma and David's excitement and glee when the two brand new Ford Explorers had been delivered to the Sheriff's station two weeks ago. Though Regina had to admit the large, sleek police vehicles were a sight to behold.
When a salesman approached them a few minutes later, Regina stepped in front of her wife and took the offered hand to shake and make the introductions, "We'd like to take the GL450 out?" She smirked at the noise of malcontent behind her. Emma had spent most of the drive saying things like, 'never show your interest', 'let them sell to you', 'wait for them to offer to let you drive one'.
"Sure, absolutely just let me grab the key and a copy of both drivers licenses," the salesman, Pete, according to his shiny name tag, happily answered. They both produced the requested ID and he turned on his heel and left.
Regina shushed her wife with a fingertip before she could say whatever her mouth was open to say, "Oh hush, I know what I want. It's cold and I'm feeling particularly achy today. I'd like to be home sooner than later," she let both hands rest against the swell of her stomach that was mildly subdued by the heavy black wool coat she wore
Concerned, Emma laid a hand atop one of her wife's, "Everything ok? Maybe we should've stayed home."
A soft smile came across tanned features, "Fine, darling. Just pregnant and feeling it today," she rubbed at the ever tightening skin of her abdomen and leaned into the embrace Emma pulled her into, "I'd really rather get a new vehicle finalised, sooner rather than later," the words were mumbled into Emma's heavy winter coat as she nuzzled her way in deeper seeking the warmth there.
The salesman approached again, and Emma wondered how he wasn't freezing in just his suit jacket, "Here's the key and your ID's back, usually I'm supposed to ride with you, but well…" he glanced over towards the marked Frontier they'd arrived in and back to them, "I think I can trust you," he handed the key over along with their drivers licenses.
"Ohh, I like it!" The glee in Regina's voice as she played with buttons and knobs preparing to leave the lot. It was a beautiful moment and it made Emma smile.
Emma bit back a laugh when the brunette flipped on the heated seats and sighed, it was one of her wife's favorite features in the truck, "You know we do have to actually drive it somewhere for it to be a test drive right?' She teased as she laid a hand on her lover's thigh.
"Oh hush," Regina smiled back and briefly clasped her wife's hand before adjusting the rearview mirror and putting the SUV into gear, "I was just familiarizing myself," she contained a gleeful giggle as she used the backup camera to ease the vehicle out of it's space.
30 minutes later they were pulling back into the lot, Regina wearing a huge beaming smile, "I love it!"
Emma laughed, the brunette had made the statement at least a dozen times during the drive and she had to admit it did seem to handle quite well, "Alright, let me handle the negotiations, I'll get us a great deal," she rubbed her hands together in preparation as they climbed from the vehicle.
Regina gave her wife the side eye, "Have you ever even negotiated for a vehicle before?" She tucked into her wife's side to get away from the driving cold as they crossed the short distance to the showroom and offices.
"Semantics," Emma smirked, "It's all the same, just don't let them gouge you and don't be afraid to be firm," she opened the door for her wife and Regina stepped inside.
The brunette strode right up to Pete and handed the key back, "We'll take it," she heard Emma groan behind her and smirked, "Obsidian Black Metallic, leather seats, fully loaded, we'll pay $72,000 in cash today and expect delivery within the first week of the new year," she pulled out her checkbook and Emma gaped just behind her.
The nervous salesman swallowed and let himself be pulled into the dark woman's charisma, he tugged at his tie and shot a glance at his manager who was nodding empathically, "Deal," he stuck his hand out and smiled through a handshake, he was pretty sure this was a first for him.
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"I'm just saying," Emma started again as she carried a box up the stairs to the loft apartment, her wife by her side carrying a bag of pillows, "You could've at least pretended to negotiate, instead of waltzing in and setting all the terms," she set the box down when they reached the open apartment door. Belle and unofficially Ruby had moved out of the space earlier than expected and Harry and Clive were happy to move out of Granny's and into the apartment sooner rather than later.
Harry entered behind them, two stacked boxes in his arms, "I would've loved to see their faces though," he was laughing as he set the boxes down, they'd shared the tale after the men had asked how car shopping went and both had found it hilarious. They weren't able to picture the small, sweet woman they'd come to know storming in and demanding to get what she wanted, but then they only knew the nice version they'd never met Queen Regina.
Emma laughed, "You should've seen the look on mine!" Regina set her load down and tucked into her wife's side, a hand resting on her ever growing belly, without thought, Emma brought a hand up and laced them together.
"That's the last of it," Clive announced as he kicked the loft door shut behind himself, "Thanks again guys for helping us unload the storage pod," he set down his heavy box of books and moved into the kitchen where they'd stashed some bottled water that morning.
Regina scoffed at the thanks, "I carried one bag of pillows and a small box Christmas decorations."
Emma kissed her temple and grinned, knowing she'd likely get an earful later for being overprotective, or maybe not. Regina had been particularly more cuddly and almost clingy in the twoish weeks since her car broke down and left her stranded on the side of the road during a snowstorm. She was starting to re-emerge into her independent self, but the incident had left her shaken. "And we only got here an hour ago, you had most of it already unloaded," Emma accepted the water bottle Harry offered her and opened it to down a healthy amount before offering it to her her wife.
Harry laughed as Clive wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned his chin on the heavily muscled shoulder of his husband, "We still appreciate the help, let us take you to dinner tonight?' Harry folded his arms around the ones wrapped around him and smiled kindly.
Regina shook her head, "We can't tonight, we're meeting our midwife in an hour for a check-up and we have a standing date night tonight," they'd very occasionally broken the standing date, but not often.
"With no hot dogs," Emma grinned. Regina had continued to torture her family with her almost daily penance to her biggest pregnancy craving, hotdogs. So far avocado and grated parmesan seemed to be the only constant. Both men made a face of puzzlement, neither getting the joke that had Regina blushing lightly and Emma trying desperately to control the grin that wanted out as she remembered her condition to dinner tonight, though in honesty if Regina had made the request she easily would've caved.
"Ohhhhk," Clive just shook his head and separated from his husband, "Have fun?" Emma gathered their coats and helped her wife into hers before sliding into her own. With a final thanks, Emma and Regina headed for home after their long morning.
They walked down the stairs, Emma had an elbow out for her wife as they made their way down, in no real hurry, "I'm glad you don't live here anymore," the brunette commented as she rubbed her rounded stomach. She'd not put on a lot of weight so far, she was well within her range healthwise, her hips had started to fill out the last couple of weeks and her breasts were very nearly ready for a second round of new bras.
"Massage tonight with the lotion?" Emma offered, even though she almost always kneaded away some of her wife's tense muscles while she robbed the fragrant lotion in.
Regina laid her head on her wife's shoulder as they reached the ground level, "That sounds lovely, perhaps a warm bath in your arms beforehand?" She shivered a little as they stepped out into the street and tucked further into her wife as Emma wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they made their way down the sidewalk towards the truck.
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Emma was just finishing applying the lotion to her wife's body when the doorbell rang throughout the house. They'd managed to keep things non-sexual. Though Emma had to restrain herself through some of the grateful noises her wife had made as she added pressure to her ministrations. Massaging at the tense muscles of her lover's tired body. "That'll be Joanne, I'll let her in," Emma stood from the bed and offered her wife the light blue silk robe from the hook by the door.
"Alright, darling," Regina levered her growing body from the bed and slipped into the light robe as her wife left the room. She made her way to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black lace and silk panties before moving into the ensuite to relieve her bladder and run a brush through her dark locks.
Emma was headed down the stairs when her cell started to ring in her pocket. She was still dressed in the stonewash jeans and black ribbed turtleneck she'd worn while they were out. She managed to dig the ringing device out as she was reaching the landing and answered it as she opened the door, smiling at Joanne and gesturing her in, "Swan-Mills."
"Emma," Sean's voice came through, "Ruby's reporting a situation and I thought you should probably know," they weren't staffing the station during this week in between Christmas and New Year's. Most of the town's official offices were closed, however Sean was still working a few hours during the day by his own choice and each of the deputies were working a day to patrol the town and Emma was working two, she'd already been out the after Christmas and would be back out on the 1st.
Emma led the way up the stairs and towards their bedroom, Joanne following behind, "What kind of situation? Do I need to come in?" They reached the bedroom door and Emma gestured the blonde doctor inside ahead of her. Regina was just emerging from the ensuite and she arched an eyebrow at her wife, "Sean," she mouthed to the brunette. Regina nodded her understanding and greeted their doctor as she settled onto the bed.
"Brandon Retrice, an alchemist from the Enchanted Forest, he'd been experimenting with portals to and from the other realms. Caused a pretty big sucking vortex for a few minutes when one went bad earlier today. Ruby is recording the damage and David has already joined her. They have him in custody and the operation shut down," Emma sighed and scrubbed at her forehead. Nothing could ever go right or stay quiet around here. "Apparently he's been opening and closing portals for weeks. We have no idea who, if anyone, has come across, he's not saying either, it gets worse though."
Emma released a frustrated hiss as she sat down on the bed beside her wife and on the opposite side as the doctor, while Joanne was setting up her supplies for the checkup, "Of course it does, go on."
"He was experimenting with portals through time as well as space. He was only successful a time or two, it's very unstable magic, but he was still successful."
Emma sucked in a breath, that meant literally anyone could've come through, currently alive or not. There were many possibilities that she really didn't want to think about, "Alright, thank you, Sean. Tell Ruby to update me as soon as she has the report ready," she ended the call and leaned against the headboard, wrapping an arm around her wife's shoulders and the brunette tugged the tie of her robe open and exposed her rounded belly for the doctor who had picked up her stethoscope and made the request.
"Everything ok, darling?" Regina asked in the same breath as a hiss left her lips from the cool metal sliding against her abdomen.
Joanne smiled sheepishly, "Sorry," she offered up as she listened to the sounds of the stirring baby.
Emma laced her hand with one of her wife's, "Fine, I think. For the moment," she didn't go into detail. She would fill Regina in later. It wasn't that she didn't trust their doctor, but until they had more information, she didn't want the news to potentially spread.
Regina nodded and settled into silence, "Everything sounds good," Joanne placed the stethoscope around her neck and started to palpitate her Queen's growing belly. "Have you started lactating yet? Felt any movement?" She noted the baby's position and nodded to herself that everything felt correct.
The blonde doctor removed the portable doppler next and Regina smiled softly, "I started feeling movement about a week ago, but it's only internal so far. Emma hasn't been able to feel it," she squeezed her wife's hand and Emma drew their laced hands together to place a kiss there.
Joanne nodded as she squirted some gel onto the wand and the brunette's belly, "That's normal. First pregnancies often take a while. Around six months you should be able to feel more, Emma. So soon," she watched the small screen in her hands, smiling when she pulled the twitching baby into focus, "Still don't want to know the sex I assume?" She asked when she revealed the answer to herself on the screen.
Both women shook their heads, "No, we'd like to be surprised," Regina answered. They'd debated whether or not they wanted to know and after many pros and cons had been weighed, they were staying strong on not knowing.
"Alright, well everything looks good," Joanne pushed a button on the screen and the rapid, thrumming heartbeat of their child sounded into the room. She handed the screen to her Queen and kept the wand in place so both women could gaze upon the softly twitching baby inside, "What about lactation?" She asked softly, not wanting to entirely disrupt the happy couple.
Regina traced the outline of their child with a fingertip, her eyes lit with joy and emotion that didn't seem to lesson even after seeing her baby multiple times, "Nothing yet, my breasts aren't as tender as before, but the sensitivity is higher," Regina answered softly, blushing lightly as she thought about the many times she'd reached orgasm from breast stimulation alone in last couple of weeks.
Joanne nodded as she showed Emma how to hold the wand so they could continue watching their baby as she continued her exam. She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around the brunette's upper arm, "Usually lactation starts between week 16 and 20, but every woman is different," she pressed the stethoscope against the vein in her patient's elbow and glanced at her watch tick by the seconds. "Perfectly natural that you're at week 21 and haven't yet. If you reach week 30, we'll need to investigate, but even then I wouldn't worry," satisfied she removed the blood pressure cuff and pulled a small pack of latex gloves from her bag.
Eyes still locked on the small screen in her hands, Regina nodded, "Do you have any advice for when I do start lactating?" She finally raised her eyes from the screen. In her online research she had read a few horror stories about expectant mothers ruining multiple clothing items in the early days of lactating. She'd read a few different options to help avoid it, but wanted their doctor's opinion. About the time Henry had turned 8, she'd learned to not rely on internet medical knowledge.
Joanne smiled as she pulled the gloves on and retrieved a blood sample kit from her bag, "There are a few different options, I recommend starting to use a breast pump," she tied the rubber tourniquet and waited a few seconds. "It will keep you relatively comfortable. It will help your production levels when you start breastfeeding. You won't want to save the milk however. It will be colostrum at that point and the baby will only need the extra nutrients for 3-5 days. At which point your body will start producing mature milk," she tapped at the now prominent vein in her Queen's elbow joint and slipped the small needle in.
Regina took in the information, nodding along as it matched what she'd read, "Is there a particular kind of pump, you recommend?" She watched her crimson blood fill the plastic vial attached to the vacuum tube in her arm.
"There are several options. Just don't go cheaply and you should be fine," Joanne removed the tube and pressed a cotton ball at the insertion point, swiftly removing the needle and letting Regina bend her elbow and hold the cotton ball in place. "Occasionally, couples will choose a more...organic method for excess milk production," she stifled a small laugh as blonde eyebrows first furrowed, then relaxed and Emma blushed hotly. "It's perfectly fine and not harmful to anyone involved. Your body will always be able to produce more milk. It's a good way to get your production levels up and it can further the intimate connections between parents," she took the portable doppler from the now beet red blonde. She didn't particularly think the couple needed help in the intimacy department, if the two vibrant hickeys adorning her Queen's neck were any indication. She could also see a rather angry, but fading looking bite mark on the blonde's trapezius muscle.
Regina simply nodded, smirking slightly at her flustered wife. She leaned over and kissed a reddened cheek, stroking her hand over a muscled thigh, "Thank you, I really appreciate you going out of your way to accommodate us," she stroked over her belly and shrugged back into her robe after she cleaned the gel from her stomach with the baby wipe the doctor had offered her.
"It's not a problem, my Queen," Joanne started packing up her bag, "I'm finding that I enjoy it. I may consider offering midwifery service to other couples. There's just something more...personal about it," she labeled the vial of blood and placed it in a styrofoam carry case specially designed to hold the biological substance safely. "How's Sarah doing?" She was seeing the teen as a patient, but in the more traditional hospital setting.
The brunette rolled from the bed with her wife's assistance, "She's well, her and Henry are at David and Snow's for the night," it was Friday and the Charming's had gracefully accepted Sarah into their home every other Friday along with Henry. Since school was out until after the first of the year, they'd dropped the teens off at the Charming home on their way out of town after breakfast.
Joanne smiled as they descended the stairs, "It's wonderful that they've accepted her so easily, that all of you have. She's a wonderful young woman who's been through so much and still has a way to go," they had reached the foyer and Joanne pulled both women into a hug.
"We're lucky to have her in our lives. Even if it's under unfortunate circumstances," Emma stated as she laid an arm across her wife's shoulders and tanned arms wrapped around her muscled waist. With a final wave of goodbye, the blonde doctor was out the door and gone.
Regina sighed as they stood together for a long moment. She softly laid a hand against her stomach and closed her eyes in bliss as warm lips kissed her temple. Her stomach rumbled then and she flushed. They'd not yet had lunch. She'd snacked during the drive home on the homemade trail mix Emma had made for her, after doing some research, the blonde had started making the delicious and healthy snack. She'd been touched by the blonde's gesture and was certain her wife regretted it, since the brunette had been eating the mix of pumpkin seeds, dried cherries, raw almonds, honeyed granola and dark chocolate chunks almost as fast as Emma could make it. Regardless, her ever changing body was burning through protein faster by the day, leaving her in a seemingly constant state of hunger. "Lunch?" She rubbed at her stomach and with a wide smile Emma agreed and they headed into the kitchen.
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Regina sighed as she finished her second bowl of dinner. After lunch, she'd made a request for her wife's chili. It was one of the two dishes her wife had been able to make before their relationship and as she had learned about the nuances of cooking, she'd perfected her recipe and Regina had been craving it for days before finally asking for it. So she'd spent an hour in the basement going through some easy yoga and breathing exercises, while Emma had started the chili simmering and then they'd had a relaxing afternoon watching a movie and catching up on the handful of TV shows they followed. More than once Regina had found herself pausing whatever they were watching to languidly kiss her wife as they enjoyed the solitude of having nothing better to do than lay together.
So far there'd been no developments on Brandon Retrice's portal experimentation. He had kept records of his experiments and David had dropped a portion of them off hours ago, to be gone over. The experiments had been going on for months apparently and they'd agreed to not pursue the journals immediately. If no new Big Bad had stepped forward yet, it was possible no one nefarious had come through, or even stayed, they weren't often known for their patience.
"Do we have to go to the New Year's party?" Regina sighed as she from her spot at the kitchen table as watched her wife work through the dishes in the sink. She sat back and rubbed at her belly. She was contentedly full and their baby had started squirming a few minutes ago. She smiled as she stroked, enjoying the feeling of the life growing inside her. Maybe she wouldn't actually miss Snow as Deputy Mayor. Part of the job description was planning town events and the woman always went overboard. Though Regina would grudgingly admit that the events usually were spectacularly popular.
Emma laughed at her wife as she scrubbed at the large pot the chili had simmered in for hours, "Kind of have to put in an appearance, babe. We already agreed and as Mayor you're supposed to give the whole "New Year, New Hope" speech," she rinsed the pot and started in on the skillet she'd browned the beef and sauteed the onions, celery and spices in.
Another sigh and Regina licked her lips, "I know, I've had the speech written and on my desk for a month, doesn't mean I want to get up there and give it," she stood with her empty bowl and placed it next to the sink. "And does it really have to be a "Grand Ball" theme?" Damn Snow and her themed parties. Regina retrieved a clean bowl and pulled the ice cream from the freezer. She then grabbed the small pyrex container of seeded and diced jalapenos. She shuddered as she contemplated the ball gown hanging in their walk-in closet, it was a dark blue thing, with a plunging neckline and supposedly comfortable built in support for her growing child and heavy breasts. Snow had talked her into it in a moment of weakness when her mother-in-law had convinced her to accompany the pixie haired woman on a shopping trip for the event last month. It was flattering on her body, she would admit. And she'd always looked striking in the dark blue coloring. It wasn't the dress she minded, not really, she was just reaching a point that she really didn't feel like standing before everyone and droning about the New Year before them and it didn't necessarily have anything to do with her pregnancy.
"It won't be that bad," Emma chuckled, as she opened her mouth and accepted the spoonful of vanilla ice cream, sans jalapenos, that her wife held out to her. She rinsed the skillet and moved onto their dinner dishes.
Regina huffed, "You're just saying that because you get to wear pants," she leaned back against the counter beside the working blonde as she dug into her frozen treat.
Emma grinned as she accepted another bite. She had to admit the jalapenos added a certain extra flare to the sweetness, although she appreciated her wife not giving any of the chunks, "I thought you liked the outfit? You did pick it out," she teased as she finished the last of the dishes and set them in the drainer after rinsing them. Emma's outfit was a stunningly fitted piece that was reminiscent of David's red and black royal outfit, minus the sword and she'd drawn the line at the ascot type piece that Regina had tried to talk her into.
Regina gave deep sigh as she zoned out a little, picturing the fantastically handsome and gorgeous image her wife cut in the outfit, "Quite, my darling," she moved back to the kitchen table, "It's just cold out and I don't particularly like the idea of relying on Rheoul's enchanted carriages to carry the guests to the silly thing," the New Year's ball was being held in the one complete building on the future fairgrounds. It was a huge open room. It had been specifically designed to double as a ballroom type location. It had taken a significant amount of arguing on Snow's part to get the brunette mayor to agree to the addition to her plans for the grounds. She had agreed in the end and the crews had managed to get the single building up before the winter months hit. They still had a significant amount of construction to do, including the actual demolition of the farmhouse. The barn was gone, but the small three bedroom house still stood, dark and abandoned, completely cut off from the utility grid of town.
The mess of construction had left them without easily accessible parking and Snow had lit upon the bright idea to use fairy enchanted carriages to carry people from town to the location. Emma joined her wife at the table after retrieving a cold beer from the depths of the fridge, "I know, but I've already got a contingency plan in place. Ruby, Mulan and Robin will be patrolling the route the whole time during transport and if anything happens, they'll simply transport people the rest of the way," they'd decided to keep the old cruiser active, since it still hadn't had many issues, though it could be stubborn on some of the colder days, and it had been useful back up in addition to the two new Explorers.
Regina tapped the spoon against her lips in contemplation, "It's a good plan, I suppose I don't particularly have a good reason…" she scraped the bottom of her bowl and savored the last bite of her ice cream and jalapenos, "I'm sure it's just weird hormones. I've not felt like doing much beyond staying at home in your arms the last few weeks," she stroked her stomach as she watched her wife wipe down counters.
Emma, sipped her beer and took the bowl her wife held out to her, "And I am not complaining in the slightest," she rinsed the bowl in the sink and left it for the morning. "You've felt like a few other things, besides being in my arms," she moved to stand behind her wife's chair and placing her hands on tight shoulders she kneaded into the flesh there. While Emma had changed into cotton pajama pants and a blue tank top, Regina had remained in just her silk robe and panties, giving Emma plenty of access to massage her aching muscles.
A predatory smile graced plump lips as Regina let her head fall forehead, a deep moan breaking the smile as she relaxed into the massage, "That feels amazing, darling. And no, that's certainly not all that I've wanted to do," strong thumbs dug into the space beside her spine just below her neck and Regina felt her temperature rising along with her arousal. A side effect of the pregnancy. Anytime her heart rate increased, she was easier to a warm flushing that spreading across her face and down her chest, often leaving her feeling warmer than in the past.
"I won't lie, I love the increased sex drive," Emma grinned as she bent to kiss the top of dark hair, "Upstairs and I'll give you a full body?" She offered, as she pushed the loose robe over tanned shoulders, exposing flushed skin that was already beginning to glisten.
A nod from the brunette as Regina tilted her head to the side and granted her wife acces to place tender kisses along her neck and shoulder as the silk fabric slid down and open, exposing her upper body. She knew full well where a full body massage would go, even before her pregnancy, her eyes lit with an idea then, "That sounds wonderful, bring a bowl of ice? You know for after?"
"Really?" Emma questioned, while her wife was certainly prone to overheating these days, even in the middle of winter. Ever since her car had broken down, she'd stayed away from anything particularly cold, going as far as to bundle and layer more than usual. Even for the end of December in Maine.
Regina nodded, twisting in the chair so she could tangle a hand in shaggy blonde hair and tug her wife down to her knees before her, "I'm sure," another tug and she pulled her into a kiss, flicking her tongue across her lower lip and moaning when Emma opened and took her in. They parted after a long languid moment, "Now come upstairs with me and rub down your pregnant wife," the teasing glint in her eyes left Emma breathless, "And then I'm afraid you're just going to have to fuck her until she screams your name in ecstasy, might take awhile," a playful wink and she was using her wife's strong body to pull herself up out of the chair. This playful, mischievous side to her wife had been there before and had come out occasionally. But Emma was noticing it's appearence more frequently these days. She knew it was more than just hormones, it was her finally feeling settled and in a place of sincere contentment, more so than ever before.
Emma stopped long enough to put ice in a bowl. She contemplated enchanting the bowl to stay cold like her wife had done with the icing bowl. In the end, she just slid it into the freezer. She would transport it upstairs magically when it was time. She thought it might be more fun if it started to melt a little as they used. It wasn't their first time with ice play, though it would be Regina's first time on the receiving end. Normally the brunette preferred to be on the giving end of their hot and cold play. Emma wasn't complaining by any means. New experiences with her wife were, almost, always good.
Her mouth watered when she stepped into their bedroom and found her wife already naked and on their bed. The lotion lay beside her, thighs apart and revealing the glistening centre of her. She had piled up their combined pillows and lay reclined back against them. She was reaching a point where she wasn't entirely comfortable fully on her back. Emma appreciated the view of her pregnant wife. The light sheen of sweat that covered her body created a kind of glow to her skin and she looked positively radiant reclined back. The taut swell of her belly, her full breasts that were topped by peaked and swollen nipples. She appreciated the smooth, tanned legs leading up to her gorgeous cunt on full display.
Regina arched an eyebrow at her awed wife. She felt herself slicken further at the obvious want and desire in the blonde's eyes. She'd read about other pregnant women feeling undesirable or unattractive to their partners. While she still had 19 weeks to go, she had a certain amount of faith that her wife never find her unattractive, regardless it was still flattering and arousing to see such undisguised lust in hazel eyes. She trailed a teasing finger up her inner thigh, producing a languid moan when she brushed over a single lip of her swollen labia.
The moan set Emma into motion and she was moving into the room after shutting the door behind her. The kids may have been gone, but better safe than sorry. She tugged the tank top over her head and tossed it towards their hamper. The pajama pants flew away next and as she reached the bedside, she tugged her red boyshorts down firm thighs and tossed them away too. She accepted the open tub of lotion from her wife and set it aside so she could lean into the beautiful brunette and pull her into a kiss for a long minute, stroking inside a warm mouth and tracing the contours she found there.
Regina suckled lightly at the invading muscle, threading her hands in blonde hair and groaning into the wanton kiss. She whimpered when Emma nipped at her bottom lip and then pulled away to suck at her sensitive neck. She added her tongue into the mix and Regina wasn't terribly uncertain that she wasn't going to come from the wonderful feeling. She knew she was going to have some new marks on her neck, but really she'd stopped caring a long time ago about being marked by her lover. She'd certainly left her mark a time or two over the years. "Fuck, if you don't stop we won't get to the lotion for a while," Regina husked at her wife when the blonde gave a particularly hardy suck against the hot flesh of her collar bone.
Emma pulled away panting. She soothed the vibrant purple mark with her tongue before sitting up, "Can't have that now can we?" She shifted to retrieve some of the lotion from where she'd set it on the nightstand and turned back. Rubbing her hands together and warming the fragrant cocoa and shea butter.
It was an hour later and Regina was equal parts fully relaxed and fully aroused. She felt like she had melted into the mattress, whether it was into a pool of relaxed muscle or throbbing, dripping arousal she wasn't entirely certain. Emma had spent the last hour going over nearly every part of her body with relaxing strokes, the occasional soft caress and more than one lightly placed kiss as she worked out the knots that seemed to develop everywhere. The brunette been certain she was going to orgasm when strong thumbs had dug into the sore muscles of her lower back as she lay on side, but Emma had sensed the impending climax and eased her touch just enough to leave her throbbing in delightful places and molten arousal dripping down her thighs. Regina felt like she'd spent the hour long massage on the very edge of orgasm. In recent weeks it may have driven her mad with desire, but tonight she reveled in the feeling that had left her body electrified and wondering if a single touch to some previously un-erogenous zone would send her over the edge.
Emma smiled to herself as she teased a single fingertip around an erect nipple. Around and around, never touching it, never stopping. Regina arched softly, a low, wet and languid moan breaking from her lips as her eyes closed and she trembled along the very edge of a soft orgasm, not yet falling over.
Her breath caught and Regina opened her molten chocolate eyes when the teasing touch disappeared. The room was darkening quickly as the winter daylight outside waned. A flick and she lit the candles they kept around the room, "Get the ice, darling," she husked out as she stroked over a pale, muscled thigh, "I need more," she dipped her hand between creamy thighs and groaned at the wet heat that greeted her. Seemed she wasn't the only one dripping in arousal.
Her eyes slid closed and Emma groaned as the slight hand worked between her thighs, "I left it in the kitchen. I can't call for it if you're doing that," regardless she made no move to stop her as Regina stroked against her clit with three fingers, massaging in ever faster circles.
"Sure you can. Call for the bowl as you come for me, Emma," the mischievous glint was back and Regina stroked faster. They'd used sex as an incentive to magic practice before and it had always had satisfying results.
Emma moaned when a single fingertip teased at her entrance. She wasn't always a fan of deep or meaningful penetration. A side effect of more than one abusive foster home, and Regina always paused right on the verge, giving her a moment to stop her if she only wanted clitoral stimulation. When green eyes met brown there was no hesitation and Regina slid single finger inside, curling it and stroking against her g-spot. Emma groaned when her thumb took up stroking at her clit. She gave a growl when all motion stopped. Regina gave her a pointed look and she sighed, her eyes slipped shut and she focused on the bowl of ice she'd put in the freezer.
Regina stroked soothingly at her wife's thigh with her free hand as she returned to rubbing her clit and stroking inside. She added a second finger and Emma faltered, her thighs were starting to shake, she was still sitting upright on her knees beside her wife and it made everything more difficult, she clenched her jaw and finally verbally called for the bowl. It appeared and Regina pressed hard against her front wall and roughly circled her clit with the pad of her thumb. Emma fell into her orgasm with a shudder and a groan. Regina knew exactly how to work her body no matter what manifestation to took. Emma sat for a long few seconds, her breathing heavy as Regina softly withdrew and stroked over her quivering sex. "Fuck, that was embarrassing. I've not had to verbalise in forever," Emma finally released with a deep breath as she started to calm.
Plump lips split in a perfect smile, she'd taken it as a compliment, "Regardless, you did it," she motioned to the bowl and brought her glistening hand up to her mouth, sucking her wife's orgasm from the digits and moaning low in her throat at the taste.
Emma pulled the clean fingers from her mouth and kissed her wife, savoring the flavor of herself on plump lips and stroked her tongue over them, just a teasing graze that drew a deep moan from her lover. Keeping her wife enthralled in the kiss, the blonde snagged a single ice cube from the bowl and happily noted the small pool of ice water already forming in the bottom. She let her free hand rest on a tanned hip as she leaned further over the brunette.
Regina groaned into the kiss as she cupped the back of her wife's head. She felt a hot tongue press against her lips and she opened, flicking her own against the invading muscle. She gasped when cold water dripped onto her chest. She pulled out of the kiss to arch and groan as the quickly warming water trailed down over her breast. Emma held her hand just above her chest, hovering over a collarbone, holding an ice cube tightly clenched and letting the melting water drip onto heated tan skin. Regina hissed as her wife moved the dripping down and relaxed her grip to tease the edge of the frozen cube around an already tight nipple, she clenched the sheets tightly.
"Ok?" Emma questioned as she circled once more and moved over the straining nipple. Regina nodded and she smiled at her wife as she pressed the cube more firmly, cooling the turgid flesh and creating a small indent in the cube. Emma watched as the cool water trailed away and she hummed low in her throat as she watched the flesh pebble along the trail of cold water. She trailed the melting cube from one breast to the other. She bent and sucked the frozen nipple in, instantly warming it as she pressed the cube to it's twin.
Regina gasped at the countering sensations as she arched and felt herself clench somewhere deep inside. She tangled a hand in blonde hair and held her wife tightly to her chest as a warm tongue flickered over her. The cube trailed down her breast, tracing a path beneath her breast as warm lips encased cold flesh and sucked, a hot tongue circling her nipple and flicking across it.
The cube was gone and Emma pulled away from her wife's breasts with a wet pop as she reached for another. She trailed the edge across plump lips and Regina sucked at it as she gripped a well defined bicep in one hand. Their eyes were locked and Emma groaned as she pictured the pursed lips sucking on something else. A quiet whimper left her lips when her wife let some of the cool water fall from her mouth and run down her chin and drip onto her chest. Emma pulled the cube away and slipped it into her own mouth, after the little show she felt overheated herself.
Dark eyes dilated further when Regina watched her lover pull another cube from the bowl. This one she trailed between heavy breasts. She stopped when she reached the base of her sternum, where her stomach was starting expand. Regina's belly was big enough that even with her reclined position the cube stayed in place, in a slowly melting pool of water, "Don't move," green eyes sparkled with mirth as she snagged another cube.
Regina groaned at the quiet demand and clenched cool blue silk sheets in her hands, "Easy for you to say," she hissed as a cold cube was traced over her belly, her lover taking care not to dawdle to long over the swell over their child. Regardless, Regina felt the answering stir in her stomach as the cold moved across her. "Baby doesn't like ice," she beamed at being able to feel a reaction to outside stimulation from their child for the first time, "Or they do, hard to say," she smiled deeper when Emma leaned forward and kissed the swell, murmuring a quiet apology.
Emma smiled up at her wife as she shifted to kneel between warm thighs, "And what does mom say about it?" She trailed the cube along a tanned hip, groaning at the deep arch and moan it pulled from her wife.
Regina cupped her breasts, "I find it...stimulating," she tweaked a nipple and arched again, "Also, don't ever call me that during sex again," she shivered a little when the cube was traced along the seam of hip and thigh.
"Noted," Emma chuckled as she bent forward and down to languidly tongue away the warming water left from the cube in the hollow of a hipbone. She trailed the cube over the opposite hip and flicked her tongue further down, ghosting over a dripping, throbbing cunt. She took a moment to tease her tongue just over a swollen clit and stuttered in her attention when a hand buried in her hair and tried to pull her deeper. She refused and pulled away to lap up the water pooling on a tanned hip.
Regina growled in her lowest register, "And they call me the evil one," it came out far more breathy and desperate than she intended. She tugged at blonde hair again, frustrated with her raging hormones and making a note to pull Mayor/Sheriff out sometime soon...Maybe even Queen/Knight. Later, after Emma made her come, made her writhe and scream. She gasped as a fresh cube was trailed lightly across her hot pussy. Pulled from her reverie, she rolled her hips at the same time as she tried to squirm away from the cold as it teased against her entrance.
Emma pulled the cube away and shifted further down, laying on her stomach and licking her way along the slick, cool perineum of her wife. Flickered along the fluttering slit of her entrance and making a slow circle of her clit. She pulled away and with a glance up at her wife she eased the cube inside the gasping cunt of her lover.
"Oh, God!" Regina gave a choked groan as the cold slipped inside her, a single finger following and pressing it deeper inside. The finger retreated and another cube slipped inside. That's when she realized her crafty lover had moved the bowl onto the bed beside them. When a third traced her swollen labia she cupped her belly with one hand and reached the other down to push it away, "No more inside," she begged. It was an interesting and delightful feeling, the cool liquid dripping from inside her, the cold cubes pressing against the inside of her, competing with her warm inner muscles and rapidly melting.
Emma smirked, just a little, "Wasn't planning on it," she murmured against hot skin as she kissed the inside of a thigh. The hand retreated from her wrist and moved up to palm a breast. Emma moved back in and as she started to lick and suck at the throbbing entrance of her wife. She touched the half melted cube to her clit and circled slowly.
Regina gave a small cry as the warm tongue slipped inside and fluttered as far as it could reach, while the cold ice cube circled over her clit, her eyes slammed shut a hand slapped against the bed at the warring sensations, "Fuck, baby!" She rolled her hips, both into the cube and against her wife's face.
Emma smiled into her work and slipped the remains of the cube into her mouth, groaning at the taste. She eased away from the hot cunt and let small cool drops fall against the rapidly warming clit as she slid two fingers inside her lover. Regina gasped out, a sob forcing it's way out as the fingers curled and twisted inside, stroking her so beautiful as the cool water fell against her clit.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Regina arched, gave a whispered entreaty and her clit was sucked into a cool mouth as a third finger slid inside. With a cry she came hard, ejaculating and forcing out cool water mingled with hot cum and Emma growled at the new feeling. She fluttered her tongue as she sucked and flexed her fingers faster as she moved in a fucking rhythm, rocking her wife with slow deep thrusts. Regina tensed, her breath lost as the fingers suddenly stopped their in and out, instead pressing hard against her urethral sponge and circling the ribbed patch.
The hot mouth pulled away, but the tongue remained, flicking from side to side. Her whole body arched and she clamped down tightly on the three fingers and came spectacularly a second time. Her first orgasm was barely over before she was jolting into the second. Emma shifted down so she could drink from her, slurping noisily at the cum bursting from her. As desired, she screamed her wife's name and she tugged at blonde hair, yanking her wife up and pulling her into a gasping, panting, moaning kiss. She pushed into her lover's mouth and whimpered when the fingers inside swirled again, just once, but it was enough to send her into another small, shuddering orgasm. She groaned at the taste of her ejaculate that coated the inside of her wife's mouth, pulling away and panting, growling at the sight of the glistening lower face of her lover, "Fuck, I love you," she husked out as she pulled her into another kiss. Their night was just getting started.