Emma was having a staring contest with her phone, the device placed squarely in front of her on the kitchen counter. The screen stayed frustratingly black and unlit with lack of messages. It'd been just over a week since she had last seen or spoken with Regina. The only communication they had was text messages, little engaging blurbs she sent asking to see the brunette who inevitable responded with a brusque, standoffish excuse to keep her away. Then tonight when she messaged there was no response at all. Chewing on her bottom lip, she willed the phone to chime and announce that the mayor required her presence but nothing. She huffed in frustration.
Mary Margret turned over in her sleep and she tensed up, fearing the soft noise would have disturbed her roommate. The dark pixie-cut remained resting on its pillow though and light snoring pervaded the room signifying her slumber still prevailed. The two women had said goodnight an hour ago but Emma had never got into her bed. Instead she alternated in sitting at her vanity to organize then reorganize her beauty products and restlessly paced the short length of the attic. Her mind was going over and over their last steamy encounter, trying to come up with something she had said or done to make Regina banish her, but it came up empty.
In fact the last time they rolled around in the very sheets still wrinkled on her bed had been passionate and intense and even still heated up her veins when she thought of it; then when the normally cold mayor left she'd seemed playful and charmed, if somewhat distracted. Regina had looked down on her gently, gingerly stroking her assuredly wild curls, which sent her heart hammering in her chest. If she didn't know any better, she would have said that the older woman was going to lean down and kiss her. But that was something they just didn't do.
The thought of kissing the brunette was beginning to consume her. Even her subconscious was pulling her towards the other woman. When she managed to quiet her mind enough to fall asleep, her dreams would be vividly of Regina. Sometimes the images would be of their sex, hot and dirty that left her wanting when she woke up and in need of a cold shower. But mostly the dreams were soft and fuzzy, like a gossamer sheet was covering the scenes. They would be laying side by side, her fingers trailing over olive skin in an unhurried way, no pressing desire behind the touch. She would gaze into rich brown eyes memorizing the patterns there, dark, warm mocha on the outer edges of her irises but around her pupil bright amber struck out like orange flames.
Regina would cup her cheek, running her thumb over a smattering of freckles there. It would draw her attention to the plump, red lips curled into a faint smile, somehow mocking and sweet all at once. They were so close it wouldn't take much for her to tilt in and brush her own lips against them. Slowly she inched forward but always just as they were about to connect, she would jerk awake. Then she was left feeling empty and yearning like her chest had been hollowed out, like when she first woke on the thin mattress pad of her jail cell and there was nothing kicking against her belly.
Regina had become a problem but she was also the solution. The time they spent together, whether it was tousling in the sheets, playful banter, or knockdown, drag-out arguing, it filled her back up with whatever it was she was missing. The sensation would sing through her veins, light and wild and foreign to her. Inevitably it would ebb to a quiet hum, a lullaby, just enough to get her to sleep. Then one morning she would wake up exhausted, more tired than when she had gone to bed. The picture of Regina would be fresh in her mind and it was as if she needed to see the woman. She was addicted and right now she needed another fix. She didn't know when her feelings had shifted from simple, raw lust to something more.
But it became more and more apparent as the week passed and her craving deepened. The sheriff found herself becoming more and more irate since her inexplicable exile from the mayor. So much so that Mary Margret had commented on it tonight. She gently pried in her motherly way that made her feel guilty for some reason, asking if there was anything was the matter. Emma assured her nothing was truly wrong, simply a couple nights of fitful sleep had left her cranky. Her roommate seemed unconvinced but dropped it. And Emma was sure to keep her spirits up as they made dinner together then watched the goofy sitcom the schoolteacher liked to watch on Thursday nights. After that, Mary Margret was placated and sent the blonde off to bed with a mug of steaming milk for her and a smile just as warm.
Emma dutifully went off to her room but quickly abandoned her beverage, which was still sitting on her nightstand, chilled and untouched. After being unable to settle, she snuck back down stairs to nick the bottle of white wine she knew Mary Margret stashed in the back of the fridge even though the blonde thought it was too sweet and would probably give her headache in the morning. However instead her body moved on autopilot and next thing she knew she was standing in the kitchen with her coat and shoes on ready to leave the apartment with one little problem. She didn't have anywhere to go or rather she didn't have permission to turn up where she wanted to be.
Making a most likely reckless split second decision, Emma swiped up her phone from the counter, jammed her hands into her pockets, and made her way out into the night.
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The hot water should feel heavenly on her on the tensed muscles of her shoulder but Regina remained rigid as a rock under the waterfall. Her hands tried to rub away the knots that twisted unpleasant just beneath her skin, though her search for relief was fruitless. She shut her eyes to attempt some meditative breathing, only to be assaulted with images of Emma Swan swimming against her eyelids. Her eyes flew open to stare at the safe white, stone tile of her shower. She huffed in irritation.
The reason for her aggravation was entirely the sheriff's fault. The meddling, awful sheriff who had some how managed to become valiant and good without the influence of her idiotic Charming parents. How dare that do-gooder presume to know how to make her happy? She was the entire reason for her unhappiness. At first she was a little pink bundle of joy for Snow White and her prince; a cherry on top of their perfect fairytale ending. The only way to ensure their misery and her victory was to take away that precious baby, regardless of her innocence. And now she returned an even more insufferable adult, stomping around her town and trying to take away her son in that garish red jacket like some ridiculous, half-baked hero from one of Henry's comic books.
The worst part of it was Regina had been lulled into a sense of security around the woman, thinking that she was perfectly harmless and oblivious to the big picture. But the entire time she was trying to bring back the happy endings and the queen wouldn't stand for it. Her angry thoughts built and grew in her chest, swarming and buzzing like a cloud of bees. The thick, heady darkness that she was all too familiar with crescendos in her ears, promising power and vengeance, and this time she was all too eager to embrace the toxic feeling.
"Regina?" The humming of madness around her broke off suddenly, like a needle ripped off its record. She blinked perplexed as to what interrupted her and then she heard again.
"Regina." Wiping her hand across the fogged glass of her shower stall, she saw Emma of all people standing in her bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing here Ms. Swan?" She hissed indignantly.
"You didn't answer your phone." She shrugged, not daunted by the obvious ire exuding from the brunette.
"And you took that as an invitation to break into my home?"
"Your front door was unlocked." Emma defended and she remembered she had yet to make her final rounds to secure her home for the evening. "I'm the sheriff. When you didn't answer, I thought something was wrong so I came to check things out."
Both women knew it was a paper-thin excuse at best. Regina continued to scowl at her.
"Well now that you've checked me out." She gave a pointed look to the sheriff whose eyes shameless roamed the outline of her form, "You can see yourself out."
The blonde balked at her, mouth hanging open in an unbecoming manner. Clearly Emma had not anticipated being sent away with such absolute terseness. She watched as her stunned expression faded into one of annoyed determination. The sheriff suddenly glared sharply, her eyes jade and piercing like when she taking a chainsaw to her apple tree months ago. She retorted snippily, "Fine."
The other woman didn't make to leave though as she peeled her shirt over her head defiantly tossing it on the ground. Regina ground out, "What do you think you are doing now?"
Despite her projected anger, the queen's eyes locked on the lithe form rebelliously disrobing in her bathroom. It had been nine days since she had last allowed herself to indulge in the blonde and her body was rapidly responding to the smooth, pale skin that was being revealed. Emma shimmied out of her jeans, "I'm taking a shower, like usual, and then leaving."
"This is highly inappropriate Miss Swan." She seethed but Emma was stripping off her bra and underwear undeterred. When she slid the door open, steam escaped and a chill ran over Regina's skin. At least she convinced herself it was from the whoosh of cool air not the alluring, nude figure moving towards her. Regina backed herself into the wall to avoid touching the younger woman.
Emma shrugged stepping under the spray acting as if she were doing nothing wrong, "I always shower before I leave here."
Regina opted not to respond instead turning away from her intruder. It was her best bet to resist temptation, however the image of Emma soaking wet was already seared in her mind. Her hair no longer in springy blonde curls, rather darker and slicked down, gave her a more dangerous, enigmatic appearance. The trails of water that fell down the curves and plains of her body enticed her to follow the same paths with her hands. She took a few deep breaths, doing her best to tamper down her unwelcome thoughts.
The brunette did not flinch when she felt to arms encircle her waist; it was as if she knew the Emma had been steadily drawing nearer to her. Regina stifled a moan, biting her lip hard, as the other woman shifted closer still and her front pressed gently but firmly into her back. It was all she could do to stand still and not lean into the embrace to feel the breasts pushed into her back more fully and grind herself pleasingly into the solid hips behind her. She wanted so much more from Emma but the woman simply held her. Regina felt her cheek rest on her shoulder, lips murmured softly on her skin, "I've missed… this. But if you want me to go, I'll leave right now."
The mayor was struck with the docile tone to sheriff's voice. There was no purr of seduction or playful phrase to coerce the older woman into bed. Instead, she sounded honest and strangely sad, the tenor plucking at the brunette's heartstrings. I've missed… this. During the pause, Regina had been certain that Emma was going to say you and her heart fluttered in her chest at the idea of the woman missing her. But it was as though she changed her mind in the last second. Saying this was safer. This wasn't personal. This was just sex.
Regina must have hesitated too long, because there was a nearly inaudible sigh and arms began to withdraw, taking her silence as an indication to depart. Her hand flew to a forearm that almost slipped away from her completely. In her best evil queen voice she intoned, "If you don't put your hands on me right now, you won't like the consequences."
Emma adhered to her command quickly. She could hear the smirk in her voice as her confidence returned, vibrating promisingly against her shoulder, "Yes Madam Mayor."
Two hands glided over her torso, running up and down her sides, until they cupped her breast, massaging the rounded flesh. The brunette's head fell back at the sensation, her brain quickly going blank with pleasure. Pink lips kissed and nipped at her exposed neck. Regina rocked back into Emma, their bodies moving together with little friction as the water continued to cascade down on them. She felt harden nipples brushing across her skin and the blonde began to push her center into her ass as Regina began to sway erotically into her touch. Emma moaned at the feeling of the brunette finally shifting against her. Her hands became more focused as her thumb swirled purposefully around one of the darker woman's nipples and finger gently pinched the other.
Regina exhaled contentedly. It wasn't just arousal building between her legs, but also the feeling of ease seeping into her bones that had eluded her all week, as Emma continued her unhurried ministrations. All of the scalding showers, attempted mediation, and cups of chamomile tea she forced down her throat did nothing to relax her like being surrounded by Emma Swan. Fingers sliding relentlessly over her abdomen then back to her breasts in fluid movements and her tongue playing against her pulse point, she felt suspended in bliss. She thought about letting the blonde touch her like this until the water ran cold but she knew there was another high she could be chasing.
"Emma," The name she avoided all week finally, breathily escaped her lips, "Stop teasing."
The younger woman immediately dipped her hand to Regina's center, when she would normally take a moment to enjoy the mayor's overt desire. She idly wondered if Emma feared being kicked out if she didn't comply, but the thought quickly dissipated as long fingers skimmed through her folds. The wetness there was different than anywhere else, it was warmer and thicker. Emma dragged her newly slippery fingers up to the brunette's clit, gingerly circling around it. The sensation was too perfect to resist, "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."
Regina panted and Emma groaned. Her fingers stroked the nub slowly at first but the pace didn't last as the older woman started canting her hips with more urgency. Each swipe over her hypersensitive bundle of nerves sent jolts of pleasure through her until she couldn't hold on anymore. Her body stiffened as her orgasm hit and she gave a strangled cry. The release was relatively shallow in comparison to others she'd received from Ms. Swan, the tension and pleasure evaporating rather quickly, but it had been exactly what she needed.
The spray of water had become tepid as she basked in the feeling of Emma nuzzling behind her ear, and caressing her stomach. Regina suddenly needed to have the blonde. She slammed the faucet off. Grabbing a thin wrist, she pulled her out of the stall. They were dripping wet, water splashed onto the tile and then onto the carpet as she towed Emma into her bedroom. But she couldn't slow down to bother with towels as she practically threw Emma onto the mattress and climbed on top of her, settling between pliant thighs. "My turn."
"Oh god, Regina." Emma rasped as their bodies meddled together. The queen hummed her approval as she lapped at the water droplets clinging to her companion's chest. She sucked a taut nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over and over it, delighted with the gasps and whimpers the motion produced. She gave the same treatment to the other until she had the sheriff writhing under her, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she got more desperate for release. Regina took mercy; sliding down so her mouth was now level with Emma's sex. Her tongue delved into the pink, heated flesh eager to taste the sweet wetness, and god was the blonde drenched.
The younger woman's hips shot off the bed before Regina pinned them down with two hands. She looked up at the form arching into her mouth, spine bowed and skin flushed, as she lavished attention on her clit. She groaned into her center at the sight of Emma becoming gloriously undone. Before she could reach her climax though, the brunette wrenched her mouth away and sat up, resulting in a disappointed sob from the woman. Regina didn't give her time to protest though, grabbing one of her flexible legs and pulling it up to her shoulder. Two fingers easy plunged into her, the position allowing the brunette to push deeper into her companion than usual. Emma gasped, "God yes."
The mayor reveled in the tight, silky muscles clenching around her digits as she began thrusting into Emma. The woman below her letting out little cries of approval as she began to move in and out of her quicker. Regina watched riveted as her stomach flexed and breasts bounced with each thrust of her hand, her own hips unconsciously rocking with them as she pushed herself against the back of Emma's thigh. The blonde had already been so close and Regina was rapidly increasing her force, panting with effort, until Emma stuttered, "I'm coming. I'm coming. Regina!"
Her body trembled and the queen felt a warm rush of fluid over her hand as the younger woman came hard, unexpectedly yet to Regina's delight ejaculating a little. When the waves of pleasure subsided and Emma became aware of her surrounding again, she groaned as she felt the stickiness between their thighs. She mumbled embarrassed, cheeks pink partially from the exertion, "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be." Regina crooned, placing kisses on the calf muscles still by her head. "You'll just have to help me clean it up."
She gently lowered the leg back down on the bed. Then moved up the bed, figuring Emma was not in a state to move yet, she straddled the prone blonde's face. She looked up at her rapturously. Regina smiled down devilishly, "Start here."
Indicating to where her thigh shined with wetness, Emma readily turned her head to begin lapping up the mess she made there. The older woman moaned, knowing soon enough the skilled tongue was going to be licking her sex so fervently. It was going to be a long night.