Summary: Emma runs into Henry and Regina at Granny's; she teases Regina about her lunch choices; Regina teases right back. (Season 2 AU.) Then Emma comes over to the mansion for dinner. Ratings bumped up for sexy times.
Chapter 2: Rabbit Food
Emma was still trying to wrap her head around what to do about the fact that she was in love with Regina Mills several days later when she walked into Granny's Diner for a bite of lunch. Walking up to the service counter where Granny stood ringing out another customer, she heard a voice that made her turn:
"Henry, you shouldn't eat so fast. It isn't good for your digestion."
Regina. Emma's heartbeat sped up double-time. She forced her gaze away from Regina, seeing Henry sitting across from his mother, staring up at her with his cheeks stuffed with most of a burger. He was grinning around the food.
The renewal of the mother-son bond had been a sweet side effect of Emma's misfortunate adventure as a rabbit. Henry now believed his mother was trying to change, and was worthy of the love he had taken away when he had learned of her fairytale identity.
Right now the "evil queen" was rolling her eyes at her son and reaching for a napkin. Henry bit through the burger and put the rest of it back on his plate. He started to open his mouth.
"Please wait until you've swallowed before sharing your wisdom, kid." Emma walked up to the table and two pairs of eyes swiveled fast in her direction.
"Emma!" Emma rolled her eyes as Henry spoke with his mouth full and half the overlarge bite fell out onto his plate. She winced. He accepted a napkin pushed at him from his mother.
"Miss Swan." If Emma was any sort of good judge of the brunette's moods by now she would guess Regina was feeling reserved, but not particularly angry. Being with Henry made Regina happy, and even Emma's presence couldn't put much of a damper on that.
Feeling she had a chance, Emma smiled, putting all the warmth she felt into her greeting. "Hey."
Henry slid inward along the bench, the invitation clear. So Emma sat down next to him, across from Regina. A wariness entered brown eyes. Emma wanted to fall into that gaze. Instead she glanced down at Regina's plate. Salad.
"Have you ever had one of Granny's burgers?" Emma teased. "Is rabbit food all you ever eat?"
Regina put down her fork and lifted her napkin. "You should know a great deal about rabbit food, Miss Swan. After all you spent an entire day as a rabbit very recently."
Emma chuckled. "Yeah, but I didn't get a chance to eat anything that day." She snitched a small carrot from Regina's platter.
Regina eyes the carrot going into Emma's mouth. "I could always change you again. Let you have the full range of the experience."
Meeting Regina's eyes, Emma felt her stomach heat pleasantly. She chewed the carrot, watching Regina's pupils dilate. Yeah, they were definitely flirting.
After swallowing she said pointedly, "I have plenty of experiences."
Regina's eyes widened as she undoubtedly caught the underlying message. But she glanced at Henry before formulating her response. "Henry, shall we have Miss Swan over for dinner… tonight?" Regina finished her invitation looking directly into Emma's eyes. "Say, seven o'clock?"
Henry grinned. "Yeah!"
"What's on the menu?" Emma asked.
"Just a few nibbles," Regina said casually. She shrugged; but her eyes were filled with anything but nonchalance.
It felt like pheromones were grabbing Emma from across the table. When her nostrils flared, Emma caught Regina's scent which brought back memories of being tucked under the woman's chin. Emma patted Henry's hand on the table surface and stood up quickly. If she didn't step away from Regina, she felt she'd do something very inappropriate – like haul the woman up and across the table to kiss her.
"Miss Swan?" Regina asked. "Shall Henry and I expect you?"
Emma gauged Regina's expression before responding. "I'll be there."
"See you later, Emma!" Henry's voice followed Emma out of the diner. When she had reached the sidewalk, she stopped and realized she hadn't actually gotten any food.
She had to admit, though, she wasn't hungry for food anymore.
Hurrying off down main Street, Emma thought seven o'clock couldn't come soon enough.
The doorbell sounded. Regina glanced in that direction from the kitchen where she was putting the finishing touches on a simple vegetarian casserole. She knew what she had done at the diner was out of character for her, but she had been unable to shake the images of Emma… as a rabbit, in the robe coming from her bathroom, or as a naked woman in her bed.
And she was experienced enough with flirting not to have missed Emma's return flirts. Emma was attracted to her. She found herself wondering how Emma would feel in her arms.
More to the point, how she would feel in Emma's.
Crossing to the front door, Regina tugged off her apron and folded it over her arm before pulling open the door.
Emma stood just on the edge of the porch, half turned away. Her head turned quickly, whipping her long golden hair around her shoulders. "Oh. Hey," Emma hesitated. "I thought maybe…"
"You're right on time. I was running late."
Emma took a step toward her. Regina braced herself in the doorway. Her house shoes were shorter than her usual pumps, and she found Emma stood a bit taller in her boots. She lifted her chin, unable to avoid baring her throat. Her eyes wavered on Emma's.
Emma was in her personal space and Regina felt her body sway toward the blonde's. Emma's hand covered hers on the side of the door. "Where's Henry?"
Regina blinked. She sought words with difficulty. Emma's presence was distracting. "He had homework. He ate leftovers. Then he went upstairs."
Emma's hand fell from hers, and Regina found she missed the comforting feel of the touch. Emma leaned forward and whispered, "So what are we having?"
Regina's eyes darted between Emma's as the blonde pulled back. She was almost beside herself as she fisted the lapels of Emma's red leather jacket and yanked the woman forward until their mouths crashed together.
Their bodies aligned, chest to hips, but Regina was focused on Emma's mouth. The woman's taste was intoxicating, the satin feel of warm lips moving over hers made Regina weak in the knees. She gripped harder to remain upright. Emma's hands cupped Regina's face, holding her steady as she nipped and nibbled, and caressed her mouth in what seemed a million different touches.
When Regina gasped, Emma's tongue slipped inside, caressing Regina's.
Regina's heart tried to hammer its way out of her chest. With her palms against Emma's chest, she felt the blonde's heart was also racing. The realization that they were both caught in the currents steadied Regina. She smoothed Emma's shirt within the jacket and separated their mouths slowly.
The pupils of Emma's eyes were so wide, the green barely visible. "Miss…" She shook herself. "Emma?"
Emma smiled. "Yes, Regina?"
"Perhaps you ought to come inside."
"Thank you." Emma gave Regina space to turn around, but she was right on her heels as they stepped into the foyer.
"Would you like a drink?" Regina asked, as her body stopped humming quite so frantically with Emma a few steps away.
"Probably not best on an empty stomach," Emma said. "I haven't eaten anything in.. quite a while."
Regina canted her head. "You left the diner without lunch," she recalled.
"I left without a lot more than that." Emma's tone was meaningful as she stared at Regina's lips.
When she turned around, Emma was instantly against her back, arms coming around Regina's waist. But Regina had seen the stairs and thought of Henry. "The kitchen?" Regina swallowed as Emma nuzzled her throat.
"Lead the way." Emma took herself back a step from Regina, but was still close enough that Regina felt her body heat.
In the kitchen, Regina pointed out the pot from the oven. "A casserole," she said.
"Will it keep?"
"Aren't you here for dinner?" Regina asked.
Emma turned Regina's head, cupping under her chin, lifting it, thumb stroking warmly at her jaw. "Is food really the only thing on the menu?"
Regina fell into the green gaze and shook her head slightly.
"Good," Emma said. "I'd like to nibble for a while."
Regina exhaled, feeling a surprising relief as Emma claimed her lips, but then began trailing kisses delicately over most of Regina's face, jaw, cheeks, even her eyelids, as the coat dropped away and silk-shirt covered arms slipped around Regina's back, pulling inward and upward. Regina threw her arms around Emma's neck, pressing her tingling body more tightly into Emma's.
She nibbled on an ear near her lips; Emma's moan, vibrating against her neck, made her body thrum faster, hotter with rising desire.
Muscular arms hauled her up and she dimly recognized that she was being put on the counter top. Emma moved between her knees and these were the best kisses of all as Emma's hands moved up her thighs, under her dress, and seized Regina's hips, pulling her forward until she felt the heat of Emma's center against her own.
She locked her ankles behind Emma's thighs, kicking her shoes to the floor. Fumbling between their bodies they undid several of each other's buttons.
Emma was victorious first, baring Regina's right breast by pulling down the satin cup of her bra and flicking the tip before lifting the soft mass to her lips.
Regina cupped the back of Emma's head. "Oh god," she breathed, nostrils flaring, rocking her center against the edge of Emma's belt.
"You taste so good." Emma teased, pulled, twisted, and sucked until Regina was nearly frantic with want. She needed more. With the last vestiges of rational thought, Regina accessed her magic and poofed them upstairs to her bed.
When they materialized, Emma gasped in surprise as Regina sucked on her throat and marked her. Regina was needy, pulling Emma back with her onto the sheets, coaxing the firm body onto her own.
Pulling away from Regina's hands, Emma moved down, pulling off her own clothes and lifting Regina's dress, seeking soft hot flesh first with her fingers, then her mouth.
"Oh god, Emma," greeted her ears as Emma lapped at Regina's center through her lace panties. She pulled down one side of the fabric, and maneuvered the lace off down long lean legs. She nipped at the inside of a knee, the ridge of an ankle, the arch of a delicate foot.
"Emma, please." Regina's coaxing hands were back, guiding her up to where she could settle in for her true feast.
Regina's thighs tightened and loosened around Emma's head in response to Emma's varied attentions. When hips began grinding, rising off the bed, and hands became insistent behind Emma's head, Emma smiled into the woman's mound. She sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves while slipping in a finger for Regina's grasping inner muscles and feeling the moment that Regina Mills reached orgasm. She stroked the rippling muscles, drawing out the sensations.
Then, a weak hand nudged at her shoulder, caressed her cheek. "Em..Emma?"
Withdrawing her hand, and leaving with a parting kiss on quivering heated flesh, Emma slid up Regina's body, reveling in the way the woman arched and rolled into her. She pulled a loose sheet from the bedding around them and cupped the rumpled dark head to her chest.
Emma awakened, senses telling her she was alone in the bed. It was dark outside. She lay on her side facing the window. Then she felt the bed dipping behind her and fingers sliding up over her thigh and hip.
She rolled onto her back to find Regina curled on the sheets, knees tucked under her. The brown eyes were following Regina's own hand skimming Emma's skin. "Something you like?" Emma asked.
"I was just thinking that I've never eaten rabbit before."
"How about swan?" Emma asked, moving Regina's fingers to the apex of her thighs.
Regina blinked then gave a throaty chuckle. "Oh my."
Emma could say nothing to that because Regina stroked her forefinger and thumb between Emma's folds, instantly distracting Emma's brain from considering any thought but the pleasure to be found at this woman's hands.
Regina really did have a soft touch when she wanted to.
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