"No."
"Come on, babe?"
"No."
"It could be useful?"
"We can afford it."
"But-"
"No."
"We might get things we didn't even know we need?"
"We'll look up a list off the internet, it's been 15 years, how much can it have changed?"
"But it could be fun, 'Gina? Don't you remember how much fun Mom's was?" Emma faltered in her argument as she suddenly remembered why Snow's baby shower had been fun. Regina had consumed one...maybe two glasses two many of red wine, perhaps with Granny's encouragement who knew full well what happened when the brunette was over her limit; and the former Evil Queen had decided that first. Sitting in her then fiance's lap was a great idea and then proceeded to use her magic for a handful of harmless, mischievous pranks.
From super gluing wrapping paper, making it difficult to open presents, to popping buttons off Snow's already straining flowered dress, and the piece de resistance was when several of the stuffed animals had come to fluffy life and danced around the Charmings living room while 'Pop Goes the Weasel' played from unseen speakers. By the next morning a mortified and hungover Regina had sworn off red wine and spent a month not speaking to Granny and all but hiding from Snow anytime she saw her. Regina had still been...mellowing, at that point, and frankly still, there was only so much merriment and feminine...bonding she could take.
"No." Regina made the declaration again. Snow's baby shower was not a fond memory, "Besides everything else, I refuse to be the center of cooing and rubbing and touching and toilet paper wrapping," she folded her arms over her 34 week pregnant belly. At 7 ½ months she'd really popped over the last week and it really took away from her arched eyebrow and tapping foot. To say nothing of her being completely naked and standing in the middle of their bedroom, hair still damp from a shower.
Emma grinned and placed her hand on the tightly stretched skin that so far had only two vibrant red stretch marks across the lower left quadrant, "But you like it when I rub your stomach."
Regina huffed and moved to sit on the bed, reaching into her nightstand and handing over the jar of cocoa butter. It was the end of a long day and they were starting to wind down for sleep, well bed at least, their arguing plus lotioning often led to sex and Regina tended to want to go until she passed out these days. "You're my wife, it's different," she sighed as she relaxed into the pillows and Emma spread a wide swath of cream colored lotion across her stomach before starting to rub it in, "I like it when you do a lot of things, that doesn't mean I want a room full tittering hens to have their hands all over me," Regina moaned a little when strong hands worked at the skin between full heavy breasts and her stomach.
Emma doubted there'd be any inappropriate touching, there'd been a few incidences early on when her wife just begun starting to show, the day Regina had actually smacked someone's hand away and growled all the touching had stopped; "Clearly you're in a mood," they'd figured out a few weeks ago that best thing when Regina let her cranky. Hormonal temper start to flare was for Emma to point it out, generally it worked to make the brunette pause and evaluate if she was making sense.
"I just don't want to, my love," Regina sighed as the lotion was gently rubbed into her heavy breasts, sighing when the massaging caused a drop of creamy pre-milk to emerge, that had been becoming a bigger problem the last few days and she'd spent most of the day with tissues in her bra.
Deciding on a new tactic, Emma sighed, swiped away the beading fluid and made a note to alleviate her wife soon as the lotion set. Her breasts were heavy and full, the skin taut and glistening with the lotion in the low light of the single bedside lamp. "It's just...you know I never got a baby shower with Henry and maybe it might be nice… " she let out a beleaguered sigh and helped her wife onto a side, "When I was in prison, they wanted to throw me one and I guess they did; but it just wasn't the same. I got five cigarettes and half a shampoo bottle of toilet hooch. Also a packet of shrimp ramen, which, gold in prison, but still." She massaged the lotion into a tight thigh.
Regina wiped a tear from her cheek, "Oh, my darling," she struggled to sit up and hug her wife. Emma meeting her halfway and wrapping her arms around her, "That never happened, did it?" Regina asked after a moment.
Emma sighed and pulled away."No, I don't think they even registered I was pregnant. When I had Henry and came back one girl asked me how I dropped the weight so quick." Emma rolled her eyes and went back to the lotion, lifting a tanned leg and slowly slicking the inside of a thigh.
A soft vibrating moan left Regina lips, "Didn't think so, I thought I'd heard all your "prison was traumatizing stories", that was a good try though," she let Emma manipulate her over to her other side. She fought back the melancholy she felt anytime she dwelled to long on Emma's unfortunate life pre-Storybrooke, pre-Henry really as it was after his birth and her release from prison that her life had really turned around.
Regina closed her eyes and sighed as her loving wife worked lotion into her hip and skimmed her fingers along the crease where hip and ass met thigh. It really did feel heavenly, she would miss these three times daily near massages, to say nothing of the effect it had on her always simmering arousal. Suddenly chocolate eyes flew open and narrowed, "There's only one reason you'd be fighting this hard…. You already told your mother yes, didn't you?" Her eyes fluttered as fingers dug into the meat of her thigh and rubbed away the tension.
A sheepish grin and Emma scooped more lotion, "Yes… sorry she cornered me after the student and public safety meeting today," she lifted a tanned leg and started in on the inner thigh, the last of the lotioning, smothering a grin when she could feel the wet heat coming from her wife's arousal slickened cunt. Even during their conversation, her lover had still become aroused during the process, though Emma was fairly certain that Regina could find her covered in warts sexy right now.
Regina shifted and stretched across the bed reaching into Emma's nightstand, "No more than three hours," she retrieved what she was looking for as she started negotiations.
"I told her two," Emma couldn't hide her grin this time when her wife's hand emerged holding their magic cock cuff.
"No games," she handed the cuff over and settled back onto her side while Emma continued her ministrations.
"I talked her down to a raffle for date, time and birth weight, the proceeds go the juvenile center, winner gets a meal at Granny's," her massaging tapered off to a teasing finger tip sliding slowly up her inner thigh.
"No ridiculous cake designs," Regina shivered her arousal at the same time she shuddered at the memory of Snow's horrifying blood orange cake.
Emma slipped the cuff around her bicep and nestled in to spoon around her wife, "German chocolate, round and layered, very tasteful," she trailed the single fingertip along a tanned hip.
"No novelty candies, or foods. Nothing in the shape of bottles, rattles or diapers," she groaned when she felt the hard promise pressed against her backside, "Or clothes pins..." Her voice trailed off into a dreamy sigh at the end as Emma slipped a hand under her belly stroked softly over skin there with a thumb.
"Veggie trays with your favorite poblano ranch dip and fruit trays, no dip," Regina hated fruit dip, Emma knew that, "Cheese and crackers, plus your favorite hickory summer sausage," she slid her hand up and cupped a heavy breast.
Regina arched as a thumb swiped over her nipple. "I suppose that's acceptable, we're having it here though," she ground back against her wife, enjoying the low groan the action got her.
Emma nodded as she placed soft kisses along a tanned shoulder and neck. "Already done, it's in three weeks," she nipped at the juncture of shoulder and neck, appreciating the subdued mewl it drew from her wife.
"I'm done with this conversation," Regina announced as she shifted and rolled onto her back, a hand buried in blond hair, the other gripped a muscled shoulder as she pulled her lover in for a hot kiss, groaning into it at the feeling of the hard cock pressing against her hip.
Their tongues slid together as Emma helped her wife shift into a comfortable position, partially reclined and supported by the multitude of pillows on their bed, "Good?" Emma inquired as she pulled away to kiss along a tanned jawline.
"God, yes," her body arched when Emma nipped at the soft skin where jaw became tender neck. "Talk you into emptying me? They hurt," she moaned when her lover needed no further encouragement to slide down the bed and flick her tongue over a taut nipple before cupping it softly and starting a gentle sucking as she massaged at it. Emma groaned around her nipple when the warm tasteless milk started to trickle into her mouth.
Emma groaned again, they'd only done this a handful of times, but between the progression pregnancy and the incorporation into their sex life the stream was thicker. Fuller than it had been. She lapped at the nipple as she suckled, relishing the intimacy and full throated groaning it was bringing from her wife.
Regina took the massaging hand and drew up, flicking the tip of two fingers with her tongue before sliding them inside for a moment, she pushed the hand down then, between her thighs, cupping her lover's hand and guiding the two fingers inside. She whimpered, burying her free hand in shaggy blonde hair when her wife immediately curled the penetrating fingers and pressed against the ribbed patch just inside. She didn't ask for more, content with the white frisson building from the slight friction of the two fingers pumping softly into her.
A disappointed groan as Emma emptied her breast, there still wasn't much milk, and shifted to the other full breast as she brought her thumb into play and softly circled the hard clit at her wife's centre. Regina jolted at the touch and her body arched as Emma flicked tongue even as the pre-milk flowed into her mouth, making her lover moan louder and writhe harder. "Don't stop, please, don't stop," Regina's breathy gasp had Emma writhing too, she'd never cease to find her wife sexy as hell, she was certain of it.
Regina shuddered into her orgasm, her body quaking as her wife drank from her breast and pumped into cunt in a slow languid pace that left her whole body white hot as she exploded into orgasm, her eyes fluttered as she watched the hot ejaculate arcing from her body making it to the foot of the bed in a hot spray. Regina groaned at the sight, her lover had really helped her appreciate her biological quirks and fuck, if it wasn't hot as hell.
Emma groaned, nuzzling into her breast as the flow of pre-milk trickled off and she lapped at the enlarged, hardened nipple. She withdrew her dripping hand from between her wife's thighs and palmed the breast, kneading it softly so she could slide up Regina's body and kiss her. Groaning into the kiss as it turned needy, Regina burying a hand in shaggy hair, anchoring her in place as their tongues met and twisted together, the brunette sucking at her tongue.
Regina moaned into the kiss when Emma shifted again and suddenly her hard erection was pressed against her hip, because of their growing child, the blonde was pressed against her side, one leg thrown over a tanned thigh. The hand moved from her breast to her stomach, palming the soft swell and resting there as their kiss went from needy and desperate, to languid and passionately soft. Regina felt her heart swell with love and affection as she pulled out of the kiss to look into her wife's eyes, deep chocolate eyes locked with shining hazel. "Somehow, I fall more in love with you every day," the husky whisper left her lips crossing the divide between them as she stroked a thumb over a cheekbone.
"Never going to stop growing," Emma whispered back, nuzzling into her palm and leaning back in for a kiss that grew in intensity. She groaned when a hand reached between them and wrapped around her cock.
Regina stroked her wife, loving the effect she could draw from the blonde as Emma groaned and thrust lightly into the ministrations. "Now, fuck me, my darling," her eyes were dark; wide, pupils blown wide. They shifted as Regina pulled her wife more or less on top, the position awkward at first as Emma was up on her knees between her wife's thighs, hands planted to either side of her waist to support the position above her reclined and heavily pregnant lover.
Emma leaned in for a kiss, the striation in her shoulders popping as she held herself up and forward, a whimpered mewl from her wife and she pulled away from the kiss. She stroked a tan inner thigh as she stroked her cock, holding Regina's lustful and heavily lidded gaze as she shifted teasing the mushroom head against the brunette's swollen sex, coating the throbbing swell of her clit in slick pre-cum.
A moaned cry from her wife and Emma slipped inside, stopping just past the tip and closing her eyes as tight immediately wrapped around her and massaged her hard cock in wet pulses. Regina had continued her kegel exercises in preparation for birth and the weeks after and her muscle control was intense. Emma groaned as her wife rolled her hips and she slid halfway inside the tight, wet cunt of her pregnant lover.
"Behind me," Regina whimpered after a few soft thrusts, she needed her wife pressed close to her and the position they were in wouldn't allow it. A nod and Emma slipped out, her lower stomach tightening and her cock twitching at the loss. Regina rolled onto her side as her strong lover pressed against her back, wrapping an arm under her neck and clasping over breast, Emma gripped herself. Lining up to the sucking cunt she could feel fluttering against her head, trying to draw her in. A soft whimper from her wife and she was sliding in, bringing her arm around her lover's heavily swollen stomach. Palming the firm swell as she nestled inside tight heat and placed a series of kisses over a tanned shoulder and neck.
Oh, yes. This had been what Regina wanted. Her wife wrapped tightly around and inside her. The thrusts not as deep as she would've liked, but she'd become rather tender deep inside and she loved being able to feel her muscled wife against her. She reached behind herself and gripped a hip as her wife started to pump inside her with slow languid thrusts. Regina arched back, pressing her ass tight against the moving body behind her, leaving the hip to bury in shaggy blonde hair, encouraging her lover to suck, to mark her as belonging to Emma.
Emma groaned and answered her wife's demand with a sharp nip and suck just in the crook of her neck as her hips moved faster. She shifted the hand cradling the swell of their child to stroke between her wife's legs. Flicking over her clit and her lover arched again, tighter than before. The breath leaving her in heavy pants. Emma released the tender and bruised skin, giving it a soft kiss before nipping lightly at an ear. "Come for me 'Gina," she husked as she pressed as deep inside as she could and rolled her hips, letting the brunette feel her stroking her innermost places with her cock.
Regina stilled, body tight with tension and then was falling over the edge, crying out her wife's name with a husky reverence as she exploded in orgasm. Emma groaning into her shoulder as she felt the heavy stream of ejaculate explode into her palm where she still lightly strummed her wife's swollen and stretched sex. Still languidly pumping into her wife even through the tight clenching and unclenching. "You too, please, baby. Come inside me," Regina pleaded as her body shook through the orgasm, edging towards a second.
Emma needed no real encouragement and as a second orgasm wracked her wife's body she cupped her lover's sex fully and ground against her ass as her own climax claimed her and pumped thick ropes of cum inside her wife's pulsing cunt. Resting her sweaty forehead against a glistening, tanned neck as her hips twitched and she emptied inside her lover. They lay like that for a long minute, bodies twitching together as they cooled; still connected by the magical, ever hard cock between them. "G'night?" Emma murmured sleepily, knowing it was entirely possible Regina would be desiring another round or two, she'd truly been insatiable the further she gone into her pregnancy.
Regina laughed softly at her tired wife and she rubbed comfortingly along the forearm and hand that still tenderly cupping her still lightly clutching sex, "After I pee, your child seems to have fallen asleep on my bladder," she smiled at the groan behind her and worked herself free from her wife's warm body.
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Emma Swan-Mills was balanced precariously on a ladder, all around her was covered lumps of furniture and tape covered walls. She had one foot on the ladder and one on a covered piece as she stretched across the space, paintbrush outstretched and just about to reach the last piece of trim she had to finish before being done for the day. It was a Saturday in the last half of February and they'd spent the day working in the nursery. She was the last one left working though, Regina had gone for a nap about an hour ago. Henry had left just a few minutes ago to meet Sarah for lunch at Granny's. The teen had been visiting with Clive, Harry and baby Amelia. She wasn't in the little girl's life as her mother, but all parties agreed to her being involved on a friendship level.
Tongue firmly between her teeth, Emma finally got the last bit of olive green paint in place and sighed as she relaxed back fully onto the ladder. The mostly purple color picked out for the walls, would really make the trim pop and look pretty fantastic, her wife did have excellent taste. Even when decorating a room for their child, whose gender they didn't know. She glanced at her watch then, Dr. Hendricks would be over around 2 for the latest appointment. So far everything was par for the course, with only four weeks left. Regina had handled the pregnancy spectacularly. Emma was a little jealous if she was honest, her pregnancy hadn't gone anywhere near as smoothly. Morning sickness plagued far into her second trimester and she'd found sleep impossible during the third.
Not her lovely brunette wife, a day from entering her 8th month and the brunette was almost constantly happy. No nausea and she slept like a log often for hours. Sure her back ached and her feet often melded into her ankle which in turn melted into her calves, but it wasn't a constant state and it only took the small woman sitting down for a couple hours and maybe a relaxing massage for the swelling to mostly go down. Emma also knew several of the other mother's in town were envious of her wife's ease through the pregnancy, her own mother had even commented on it with a frown.
Emma sighed, it was just after noon and she patted her flat stomach when it growled out it's hunger at her. She was contemplating being lazy and picking something up from Granny's as she stepped quietly into their bedroom and smiled at the sight she found. Her naked, pregnant wife curled around the mass of pillows. Stomach supported by two and her arms wrapped tightly around another, the one that Emma usually used;that smelled like her.
Soft snores whispered out from plump lips, a recent development that Regina would deny to her last breath when Emma teased her about it. She brushed soft, dark hair aside and placed a gentle kiss to wife's cheek. Regina stirred a little, smiled dreamily and settled back into sleep. A quiet laugh at the adorableness that no one would believe her lover was capable of and Emma headed for the ensuite. Intent on showering away the day's work and figuring out lunch.
When she stepped out of the shower she found a naked wife leaning against the sink, "You could've woken me, I would've been happy to help you wash." A pouting Regina was a relatively new development and Emma still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the new side to wife. Sure there was sexually frustrated pouting Regina, who'd been around for years. But this version that looked at her with such serious sadness was almost heartbreaking.
"You just looked so peaceful, I was going to make lunch and bring it up to you." Emma ignored her towel and wrapped strong arms around her heavily pregnant wife.
Regina buried her face her in a pale neck and sighed, kissing the flushed wet skin there. She really disliked what the hormones did to her emotions, but she'd been more or less successful to containing the rapid mood swings around most everyone but her wife. Mostly, they didn't talk about the day she ended a council meeting early to curl up in her office with a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream. After she'd reduced three people to tears with scathing remarks about their departments. "What kind of lunch?" She finally queried after a long minute in her wife's arms.
Emma smiled at the hopeful tone, "Now that you're awake what sounds good?" She pulled away finally and retrieved her towel, drying away the remains of her shower.
A sigh and Regina stroked over her bare belly, smiling to herself at the rippling movement that followed her movement, she was far enough along that Emma could see the small ripples, "Grilled cheese? With tomato and avocado?" Regina licked her lips slowly as Emma bent at the waist to rub the towel over her thighs and calves, "You?"
A laugh that was quickly smothered, Emma had learned the hard way not to give the appearance she was laughing at her pregnant wife. It'd been the first time she'd ever been banished to the couch and it had only lasted an hour before Regina was down stairs in near hysterics begging her to come back to bed. "It's almost one, Joanne will be here at 2." She hung her towel over the drying hook and stepped into their bedroom, "So, food or sex?"
Regina gave a long suffering sigh, "What if I want sex, but your child wants food?" She arched an eyebrow and followed Emma into their bedroom.
Emma did laugh this time as she felt her wife press against her side, hands roaming over taut muscle, "Turkey sandwiches it is," she turned and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman.
That was how they ended up in the kitchen, empty plates pushed to the side and Regina propped on her arms and sitting on the kitchen table. Emma on her knees with her face buried in her sopping cunt when the doorbell rang, the brunette growled and Emma pulled away. "Told you there wasn't time," she smirked at the needy woman above her. Granted she couldn't see much more than the top of her dark head over the swell of her stomach.
"If you'd hurry, I'm so close." Regina all but whined as the doorbell rang again, she raised her hand to perform some sort of magic and Emma rushed to her feet. Lacing her hand with the one about to flick.
"Don't you dare, it's not Joanne's fault," she softly admonished as she brought her free hand between them and slid two fingers inside tight heat as her thumb rubbed quick circles over a swollen clit. Her fingers quickly curled and stroked over the swollen rough patch inside her wife.
Regina gasped and arched, "Yes, quickly! Fuck," the last a whispered curse as her wife fucked inside her quickly. She'd already been close and Emma knew her body so well, as the doorbell rang for the third time she exploded into orgasm; coming hard and gripping blonde hair in one hand as she squirted heavily against her wife's hips and thighs.
Emma pulled away after she was sure her wife was all the way through her orgasm, "You ok to clean up?" She husked, her voice clouded by arousal. "I'll let her in and meet you in the bedroom?" She used her own magic to clean herself of her wife's ejaculate and kissed her quickly on the lips, moaning when Regina attempted to deepen the kiss.
Breathless, Regina nodded as her wife pulled away and headed for the front door. A deep sigh and Regina flicked once to clean the table and floor, then again to transport herself to their bedroom where she headed into their ensuite to relieve her suddenly full bladder and clean herself up for the appointment.
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Regina sighed as she opened the door of their home to an all but vibrating mother-in-law, her arms full and her body shifting back and forth as she couldn't stand still, "Snow," she smiled and greeted. It was the day of the baby shower and the pixie haired brunette had been calling or texting everyday asking questions, most of which Regina shot down.
"Where do you want this?" David appeared then, a stand up easel and giant sheet of paper attached to it. He was helping unload the truck and then taking Henry for the day, their plan was simple, video games and pizza; beer for David and cherry coke for Henry.
A tired sigh and Regina gestured behind her. "Family room," she was trying to be excited and happy she was, really. At 37 weeks pregnant, she was starting to nest pretty heavily and a house full of happy; giggling people didn't sound appealing. Emma came out from the kitchen then and wrapped strong arms around her, hands coming to rest on the heavy swell of their baby and that made everything fade into the background. Regina sighed and leaned back into the embrace.
"Need help, dad?" Emma called after her retreating father as she stroked her wife's belly. She pointedly ignored Snow's cooing awww at their interaction.
Henry chose that moment to come trampling down the stairs. "I got it!" He called as he ran out the door, he was excited about his day with his grandfather and almost always eager to help.
Snow beamed at her grandson, "You two just relax, I've got everything," she bustled past them heading for the kitchen to deposit her armload of food.
Regina sighed as she relaxed further into her wife's arms, "The two hours starts now right?" The question was asked hopefully. Emma smothered a laughed in dark hair and kissed her wife's temple.
Two hours later the first guest arrived, guests that is. Regina greeted Ruby and Belle with a friendly smile, relieved that at least there'd be someone besides her wife to talk to without the need to behave. Ruby carried a large wrapped box and she beamed around it at the pregnant brunette, "You look great, Regina!" She enthused as she let the older woman hug her around the gift after hugging her girlfriend.
"Thank you, Ruby. There's a table in the dining room for gifts," Regina closed the front door and leaned against as she watched the young couple head that way.
Another hour passed and Regina had to admit it wasn't that bad, true to her word there'd been no insipid games; just the dry erase board on an easel mostly filled in with dates, times and weights. A steadily growing charity pot in red at the bottom corner. She stroked her belly, smiling at the series of squirming kicks. Only a dozen women had come, friends that Regina knew and had no problems with. Snow keeping things low key had apparently become something the smaller brunette could do. She sighed and leaned her head against a strong shoulder when her wife slid into the seat beside her, handing over the slice of cake she'd requested.
"Doing ok, babe?" Emma asked as she laid a hand against her wife's taut stomach, grinning when she felt a ripple of movement against her palm. She stroked along the motion with her thumb, soothing wife and child.
Regina dug into her cake, finishing her mouthful before answering, "Actually yes, your mother did very well. I'm actually enjoying myself," she forked another mouthful of cake and hummed at the rich flavours that exploded in her mouth. "I know you helped to keep her within the lines, so thank you, my darling," Regina stroked a pale cheek once she'd finished chewing and leaned up for a chocolate, caramel and coconut flavoured kiss.
"Anything for the love of my life and the mother of my children." Emma whispered once they separated, foreheads resting together.
Regina sighed in what she hoped wasn't nearly as dreamy a sound as it sounded like to herself, "I love you, Emma Swan-Mills." she husked as tears threatened. She wouldn't miss the overly emotional state she seemed to constantly be in these days.
"Now and always, My Queen," Emma grinned as her wife hummed in contentment and then returned her focus to her cake.