Emma was sitting in the doctor's office in a crinkly uncomfortable paper smock when she began to reflect on what Regina had told her. Three days. Did that mean they would be having sex three days in a row? Three days solid? She felt her heart lurch and her pulse quicken.
She had to admit it was something she had pushed out of her mind. She wasn't naive; she knew no matter what the purpose was that it was going to change things between them, sex always has that effect no matter the intentions.
It definitely appealed to her, she couldn't deny that, but after the conversation with Granny she was aware of how raw and unexplored her emotions toward Regina were and she was frightened of the emotional fallout. Maybe she should put a hold on this for a little while until she sorted her feelings out.
The door clicked open and she put these thoughts away as she went through the physical.
Thursday night and once again Regina found herself unable to sleep. Her eyes remained stubbornly open no matter what she did. Damn that Emma Swan, she caused more trouble than her annoying mother.
They hadn't discussed the whole sex situation at all, Emma seemed to sidestep it every time she brought it up. Now tomorrow was the first day they could try and it was going to be happening, unless either one of them got cold feet.
Emma couldn't avoid the situation for much longer and Regina was not going to let it turn into some sort of fiasco. It was going to be awkward enough having to be the one wielding the saber.
No, she was the queen dammit. If this had to happen then it was at least going to be enjoyable. The savior was going to going to get hit with the full force of her seduction skills. She was going to seduce her silly little brains out, and that's all there was to it.
She rolled onto her side and sighed. Now she just had to figure out how.
The Emma Regina found on her porch at eight o'clock Friday night reminded her much of the woman she first met just a few years before. She even wore the same red jacket and had the same shy smile.
"Hey," she smiled, tucking her hands into her jean pockets nervously.
The powerful, seductive queen Regina was trying to summon from within herself decided at that moment to vanish. Emma wasn't some potential conquest, right now she was a nervous woman standing at her front door. A woman Regina Mills happened to love.
Her knees went weak and the realization took the breath from her. She slumped back against the doorframe and let out a soft sigh.
Normally Emma would take her sigh as a sign of irritation but when she looked at Regina's eyes she noticed they had dilated slightly and softened.
"Hey," Regina smiled. She opened the door wider and waved Emma inside.
The stood awkwardly in the foyer for a couple of seconds as Emma slipped off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack.
"The kid…?"
"At a friend's house," Regina answered quickly. She folded her arms over her silk blue blouse and contemplated her feet for a moment.
Emma was starting to suspect Regina was having second thoughts. She was about to suggest they waive off before the brunette raised her head and pinned her with those beautiful dark eyes.
"I have everything we need upstairs in the study. Are you…do you want anything to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?"
Emma felt her shoulders relax as some of the tension seemed to dissipate from between then.
"That sounds great."
They stood at the round wooden table in Regina's study, on top of which sat the spell book and a large goblet. Regina set her wine glass down and sauntered over to the leather couch. She sat down and delicately kicked her heels off.
Everything she did seemed to make Emma's heart hammer harder in her chest and her mouth become a desert. Was she really doing this? Were they really doing this? Why did Regina seem so..relaxed about the whole thing? She took another drink of her wine and watched the other woman, her eyes tracing her curves and imagining what they looked and felt like. She could almost feel the roundness of her hip under her palm, and the feeling was so strong she found herself wiping her sweaty hand against her jeans. Dammit Swan, get a grip!
"Emma, are you sure you're ready for this? We don't have to do this now, if you don't want to."
Who in their right mind is going to not want to make a baby with you? Emma wondered.
"I'm ok, I'm ready."
Regina nodded. "You know, this doesn't have to be an unpleasant experience. In fact, I would prefer if it was not, wouldn't you?"
Emma gulped nervously. What was she saying? Her face flushed hot and she hardly trusted herself to speak.
"I—I agree."
Regina gave her a blinding smile. "Good. Then let's get started."
The spell was actually simple, a bit of wine from both glasses was poured into the goblet, Regina said something in elvish or latin, Emma had no idea, and a flame erupted from the cup. After it died down they each took a swallow until it was gone.
"Intent is very important here," Regina stated. "It has to be an act of love. I—whoah," she stopped and looked down.
Emma stepped forward instinctively. "What is it?"
Regina cleared her throat and looked at Emma, eyes wide. "I think my uh…downstairs visitor has arrived."
"Really?" Emma looked amazed, like Regina just told her she could do the splits.
She nodded. "I'm gonna…I'm going to go to my room for a moment and ugh," She felt it twitch in her pants and closed her eyes. "Change into something else."
"You gonna be okay?" the blonde asked, concern evident on her features.
"Yes, I just need a moment."
That moment turned into several as Regina stood facing herself in her bathroom mirror, now clad only in her purple silk robe. She put her hands on the marble counter top and leaned forward, giving herself a hard glare.
"Come on dammit, pull it together. So you have some extra equipment for a little bit, so what? You've turned yourself into an animal before, this is nothing." She was making a point to not look at it, every time she did it startled her, the first time she almost shrieked. There were no testes, just a rather petite penis jutting out from where her clitoris would be.
A soft knock on the door knocked her out of her thoughts.
"You ok in there?" Emma asked.
At the sound of Emma's voice her new 'downstairs guest' perked up, making her cover herself like a teenage boy with a hard-on.
Breathe, she told herself. "I'm fine, just..adjusting. Why don't you…" she looked in the mirror. She needed the queen and she felt her slowly coming forward. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in a moment."
Slow breathes. Focus. Just focus on Emma, this has to be an act of love. Go out there and knock that woman's socks off.
Regina straightened up, gave herself a short nod, and opened the bathroom door.
