Regina wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss the woman lying next to her, but she didn't. A realization had come to her that she needed time to process. She knew all curses could be broken and that Rumplestiltskin had hinted that Emma Swan was the only one who could break her curse and send them back to the Enchanted Forest, but she hadn't really thought about how Emma would break the curse. Curses were generally broken in several ways: making deals with Rumplestiltskin, killing the caster, locating enchanted objects, and….true love's kiss.
The thought of Emma Swan being her true love was ludicrous. Evil Queens didn't fall in love. The Enchanted Forest had rules that were quite explicit, not that she liked the rules very much. The fact that good always won was enough to irk anyone, especially since a 'good' person could do 'evil' things and still was considered 'good' by fairytale rules. Snow White helped to force her into a loveless marriage with a man twice her age because she couldn't keep her mouth shut, but she was 'good'. Also, Red killed hundreds of innocents in her wolf form, including some of Regina's own guards, yet she was still considered 'good'. In contrast, Regina for her entire childhood had tried to be good and do good things, but she was still considered 'evil', and the fairies didn't lift a finger for her. Was it any wonder that she finally gave in and embraced the 'evil' the Enchanted Forest believed her to be?
She'd cast the curse to get revenge on Snow White, sure, but what she'd never told anyone was that there was another reason she had cast the curse. Even after all those years, being 'evil' didn't make her happy. A fresh start in a new world gave her the opportunity to not have to be 'good' or 'evil'; she could just be herself. That fresh start was what she was fighting so hard to keep. What would Henry think if he found out the stories were true and that she really was the Evil Queen? Would he be able to get past that? Would Emma? Why did she care what Emma thought? Perhaps this whole seduction wasn't one of her brightest ideas. Regina said aloud, "I suppose we should go to sleep."
"Are you sure all you want to do is sleep?" Emma said quietly. The last thing on Emma's mind was sleep, and surely she wasn't the only one feeling the hormonal urges. Regina had come to bed with her wearing next to nothing for crying out loud.
"I…uh….," Regina wasn't sure how to answer. She subconsciously caressed the hand she held in her own as she tried desperately to make a decision one way or the other.
Emma couldn't stand the tension any longer. She had to know if Regina wanted them to…deepen their relationship or if she just thrived on being a huge clit tease. The 'accidental' touches throughout the day, the leaning over their makeshift kitchen, and the fact that they'd managed to spend an entire day together without arguing had both confused and aroused her.
Emma told herself that whatever followed the next day, she would have no regrets. A relationship would be a little complicated because of the son they shared, but what was the worst that could happen—Regina refusing to allow her to see Henry again and going back to walkie talkies and stolen moments? Henry had already proven time and again that he would continue to seek her out whether Regina liked it or not. Emma had survived the equivalent of a divorce and custody battle once already; at least this way, she had a chance to reap some of the benefits.
With those thoughts in her head, Emma leaned in to kiss the woman lying next to her and found herself incredibly frustrated as Regina turned her head slightly at the last second so that the kiss landed on her cheek. Emma searched Regina's face for an explanation. She discovered a bit of fear and what she thought was desire lurking within the brown eyes and said, "Has anyone ever told you that you are the queen of mixed signals?"
Regina felt color come to her cheeks, "I…um…don't like being kissed on the mouth. But if you have other ideas, I wouldn't object."
Emma looked at her oddly at first, but shrugged off her questions, "Everyone has their preferences. I will just have to discover more interesting places to kiss you."
Regina responded by running the fingers of her free hand along the bottom of Emma's tank top before slowing inching her way inside the front. The touch was so light and delicate that she was sure that every nerve on Emma's stomach stood at attention. Regina felt Emma loosen her grasp of her other hand, giving silent encouragement to her uncharacteristically timid exploration of the blonde. Emma was so very different from all of her past sexual conquests, and it wasn't just because of her long flowing blonde hair or her soft yet muscular build. It was that Emma was in her bed because she wanted to be, not out of obligation or happenstance, but because she wanted to be there.
Emma pulled Regina closer, tenderly sucking on the base of her ear and her neck, eliciting a whimper of approval, while she felt Regina's hands discover the pointed edge of her nipples and squeeze experimentally. She gasped and whispered in Regina's ear, as seductively as she could muster, "You're so beautiful. I've wanted this from the moment we met."
"Careful, Miss Swan. You keep talking like that, and a woman could think you wanted to set down roots," Regina laughed, while lifting Emma's tank top over her head and tossing it to the ground. She stared in admiration for a moment before moving to tease the blonde's nipples with her tongue.
Emma sighed in pleasure, "Roots aren't so bad, and my name is Emma. Call me, Emma." She bit down gently on the nape of Regina's collarbone in emphasis. She desperately wanted to kiss her on the mouth and feel the warmth of Regina's tongue on hers, but she was going to respect the mayor's wishes.
"And if I don't?" Regina challenged, regaining a bit of her nerve. She rolled over on top of Emma and kissed a trail down her stomach, stopping just short of her panties, while her fingers lightly ghosted over the top of the elastic band. She allowed Emma's eyes to wander over her, shivering slightly. She loved when Emma stood up to her, but she reveled in beating her at her own game even more, "Miss Swan?"
"Resistance is futile," Emma smirked. Within seconds, she had used the muscles in her thighs to flip them both over, so that she was now looking down hungrily at the mayor, "You might as well accept the fact that you are going to be screaming my name all night long."
"Miss Swan, I never scream," Regina retorted, ready to go on a tirade about how Emma didn't know the first thing about proper etiquette or what it meant to be a lady or how sex was an obligation and most certainly not fun for a woman when she felt a burst of cold air. Apparently, Emma had used her ire as a distraction to lift her lingerie above her hips and remove her panties. How infuriating.
"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this," Emma sighed satisfactorily, taking in the view of Regina's legs spread wide open on the bed. Her eyes fixated on the glistening curls at the apex of Regina's thighs, boldly making her intent crystal clear. She licked her lips imagining what it would be like to taste the woman in front of her. Would she taste sweet, sour, salty, or like those apples she was constantly boasting about?
"Miss Swan, I am not a piece of meat," Regina complained, while inwardly preening. She reveled in the lust-filled gaze directed at her nearly naked body. Her own view wasn't that bad either—Emma's hair tousled, Emma's pert breasts, and deliciously hardened nipples. She could get used to this.
"Food…now there is an interesting idea. I bet we could come up with a lot of ways to use those apples you love so much," Emma grinned. She was only half serious—she just wanted to see the look on Regina's face at the suggestion. She wasn't disappointed. If looks could kill, she would be six feet under the ground.
Sometimes Emma's lack of manners amazed her. She clearly said whatever came to her tiny little mind regardless of how crude or insensitive. Regina scoffed, "I should have expected an idea like that from the person who tried to cut down my apple tree."
"You do know that pretty much we're the only two people who would argue like this during sex, right?" Emma shook her head with frustration. She leaned up to kiss Regina's neck and whispered, "Just lay back and enjoy yourself."
Regina had a smart remark thought out and ready to roll off her tongue—until she made the mistake of looking into Emma's eyes. Something about how those blue-green eyes and that adorable smile were directed at her made her anger and irritation melt away. In that moment, Regina knew in her heart that she did not have the willpower to fight any longer. She allowed herself to bask in the warmth of Emma's wandering tongue, biting back the majority of her moans and squeals lest she wake her son in the next tent. She communicated her wants and needs via sharp intakes of air, thrusts of her hips, and hands that guided Emma's head closer and closer until she could barely contain herself with desire.
As for Emma, she was glowing with pride. Regina was responding to her touch with far more enthusiasm than she had imagined. She was taking a perverse pleasure in bringing the mayor to the brink and holding her there without giving her release—a bit of payback for keeping Emma in a constant state of lust for the entire day without any hint of whether there would be follow through. She thrust two fingers inside the slick folds as she continued to savor the flavorful essence of the woman underneath her and was rewarded with a soft whimper.
"Miss Swan….Emma….please," Regina begged. She couldn't take much more as her senses were completely on fire. She'd truly never understood the big deal about sex-other than people always wanting it from her-before now. It galled her to realize just how much she was at Emma's mercy, but she wouldn't regret making this decision. No matter what.
The joy Emma felt at hearing her name come from Regina's lips was enough for her to let the other woman finally fall over the edge. The feel of the muscles contracting around her fingers and the sudden surge of wetness was so intoxicating that Emma nearly orgasmed herself. She brought herself back up so that her face was now directly in line with Regina's lips, "Your move."
Regina didn't hesitate to push the blonde's soaked panties aside and enter her, curling her fingers slightly, moving them in and out at a steady pace while stimulating Emma's enlarged clit with her thumb. She sucked on the other woman's earlobe and neck, causing Emma to cry out. Regina countered the noise by putting her free hand over Emma's mouth, "Shh. You'll wake Henry."
Emma nodded in understanding, unable to process more than that with Regina's fingers shifting inside her, her passion building in intensity. She felt the waves crash over her, screaming into Regina's hand, which thankfully muffled the noise enough that she was pretty certain she hadn't just scarred their son for life. When the aftershocks subsided, Emma moved Regina's hand from her face, "Next time we go camping, Henry is going on a sleepover."
"What makes you think I'm done with you? I believe you promised me an entire night of passion," Regina smirked, raking her eyes over the woman above her.
"Hmm. What kind of person would I be if I broke a promise like that?" Emma grinned, kissing her on the cheek. She made good on her vow—the next few hours consisted of passionate lovemaking until they were both spent and sure they would be sore for the following week.
Weary with exhaustion, Emma found herself with her lips touching Regina's at long last, her agreement long forgotten. Their lips melded together seamlessly. So much so that Emma didn't realize that Regina had turned pale as a ghost.