Title: Just a little lovin'.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do like to play with them from time to time.
Summary: Post 'The Millers Daughter' Emma finds herself worrying, and constantly fighting her feelings for Regina, until she realizes that the feeling is mutual.
Emma had admired Regina's beauty in many ways, but never had she actually imagined she'd get to see her this way. The two women had made their way into Regina's room, and neither was prepared for what would happen next.
Emma had always envisioned Regina as a strong and secure woman. In her fantasies, Regina would always overpower her and take what she wanted. Standing as close as possible to the woman of her wildest fantasies, she could tell how wrong she had been.
Regina was reserved, and shy. Her hand barely grasped Emma's as the younger woman had a hand wrapped possessively around her neck. Their lips had been sliding together while their hips rocked gently. Emma broke the kiss first, and their eyes met.
"Is this what you want? I... I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. I'm not here to cause you any pain. You ju-"
"Emma.. I want you. I've just.. I've never..." Regina dropped her head to her chest, breaking the eye contact.
Emma wasn't sure of what she should do. Was Regina admitting that she was a virgin? There's no way, right? She was married to the king, and then her thing with Graham. What was she getting at here?
Gentle fingers lifted Regina's chin to pull their lips back together. She could feel the tears on Regina's cheeks, and gently brought both hands up to cup Regina's face. Worry etched across her face as she asked, "What's wrong?"
"You really do care, don't you?" Regina asked as her eyes met Emma's.
"Of course I do. I care, Regina." Emma kept her hands against Regina's cheeks, forcing the brunette to maintain eye contact.
"You're the only person that's cared since... Well, the only other person that's ever cared." Regina smiled softly before breathing deeply, she released the breath before stating, "It's quite terrifying, and don't you think? Actually caring for someone, and wanting to please them. Not just using someone, or being used by someone." Her eyes drifted from Emma's lips to her eyes, and back again as she admitted her fear.
Realization hit Emma, and she felt an intense desire run through her at Regina's admission. She wanted Regina to feel how much she cared; she wanted her to enjoy it, to feel loved.
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do, Regina." Her left hand dropped from Regina's face to her hip, "And I won't do anything that you don't want me to do. Okay?"
Regina nodded her head and dropped her head to Emma's shoulder. The younger woman used her arms to encircle the body standing in front of her before she let the older woman guide her back to the bed.
"Okay. I just.. I'm not really sure -" a soft finger pressed against her lips before Regina's statement was finished. She smirked against the digit as the other woman began to speak.
"You just do what feels right," Emma sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling Regina to straddle her thighs, "And I'll do the same." Her hands settled against Regina's hips as they gently began to rock.
Emma extended her neck to allow her lips to run gently across Regina's neck before whispering in her ear, "Because, I'm pretty sure I've imagined this a million times, but nothing can compare to actually touching you." Regina's left hand gathered blonde locks, as her right splayed across Emma's back. "I'm going to show you how this is supposed to feel, and how you deserve to feel, my queen."
Emma's hands slid down to gather the fabric of Regina's dress, pushing it higher to reveal more skin. Her lips made their way down to her chest, placing soft, wet kisses against every inch of skin she could reach. Regina pulled Emma's head back, and locked their lips together, much more urgently than she had displayed earlier. The kiss broke as Emma let her fingers stroke the fabric between Regina's legs.
Regina's eyes shot open as she stared down into the green orbs staring up at her. Emma refused to move any further without permission, and Regina quickly picked up on the request.
She had never had someone so courteous in the bedroom. Graham had always been about a release, on her part - always quick and rough. Leopold had always simply used her, and then left. Emma was asking permission to even touch her; she wasn't going to just take it.
Regina gently nodded her head, and Emma's fingers slowly pulled the silk fabric to the side, and allowed her fingers to gently move against the sensitive skin between the queen's legs.
Regina dropped her head to rest her forehead against Emma's as she released a soft moan. Emma's questing fingers worked their way lower and found home in the abundance of wetness.
"You feel so good, Regina." Emma let the words ghost across the plump lips above hers before gently bringing her fingers further up to circle Regina's clit.
The brunette felt her muscles pull, and soon her eyes shot open as her muscles continued to jerk. Emma smiled softly as her fingers continued to work soft circles against the queen. Regina's mouth opened in a gentle gasp and Emma couldn't help but kiss her. Regina responded to the kiss, and quickly let her tongue explore Emma's before once again opening her mouth to let out a low moan.
"You're really wet." Emma forced out the statement, her desire getting the better of her.
Regina's hips tensed, before she gently slid an arm in between their bodies and guiding Emma's fingers further down. "Please? I've waited a long time for this, don't make me wait any longer, Emma."
Emma wasn't quite sure what Regina had meant. Had she meant waiting for sex with her, or sex in general? Maybe she meant making love? Emma was over thinking, but she knew one thing, she wasn't going to make her wait.
She gently slid her fingers lower, and Regina's hands rested against Emma's shoulders. One single finger pushed softly against Regina's opening, before a second finger joined, and with a bit of pressure, finally slipped inside of the queen's tight core.
Regina's eyes fluttered closed at the same time Emma's rolled into the back of her head. She couldn't explain the rush she felt at finally being inside of the queen. The tight walls squeezing her fingers throbbed, and she gently began pushing and pulling in and out of the queen.
Regina's eyes opened and a smile spread across her face before she leaned down to kiss Emma. "So, this is how it's supposed to feel?" Regina choked out between heaving breaths.
Emma's eyes opened and reality smacked her in the face like cold water being thrown into a hot shower. She loved this woman, more than she could even comprehend. She wanted this for Regina; she wanted her to feel like the most amazing woman in the world, because that's what you do for the people you love.
Regina glanced down, and started rocking her hips against Emma's fingers, "Don't stop, Emma." her words coming out in whimpers.
But Emma had stopped, and she soon removed her fingers, causing quite a panic from the woman atop her.
"What's -? Why-Why did you stop? Was this some joke? What do you think you-"
Emma leaned forward to place a gentle kiss against the queen's lips before lifting her and rolling onto the bed, pinning the older woman to the mattress with her body weight before breaking the kiss.
"I am going to do this the right way, my queen. I'm going to take off this dress, and my clothes, and then we're going to lay under these covers, and I'm going to make you feel amazing." Her lips grazed a pulse point before she finally established eye contact.
Brown glistening eyes blinked rapidly in an attempt to fight back the tears, "Why are you being so nice to me?" Her voice was small and not at all like the one Emma had come to know
"Don't ask me that." Emma replied, brushing a lock of hair behind Regina's ear. She began kissing the brunette before reaching behind her to unzip her dress. Regina's body arched to accommodate Emma's hand, and soon the dress was being pulled from her body, and slid down her legs. Emma was kneeling between her legs, eyes raking from her painted toes, to toned thighs, a tight stomach, and once again to the brown eyes she was sure would be the death of her.
Emma placed gentle kisses all over Regina's body. Judging by the sounds leaving the queens lips, it was something she was certain had never been done before tonight. She threw her tank top over her head before reaching back and moving the duvet, and crisp white sheet down enough to shift Regina under the sheet. She stood to shimmy her pants down her legs, and quickly climbed between Regina's legs. Two strong thighs squeezed her stomach and the soft wet fabric between Regina's legs rubbed greedily against the strong muscles of Emma's abdomen.
"Feeling frisky?" Emma chuckled as her hand gently slid down Emma's chest to grip her hip.
Regina chuckled deeply before bringing her lips to Emma's, and releasing a second confession, "Please, Emma." The words shot electricity straight to Emma's core. She was certain that this was going to be her undoing, but what a way to go.
After one gentle kiss, Emma let out a confession of her own, "I can't wait to taste you."