A/N: The rating is toggled up to M for this chapter.
Make myself comfortable? What did that mean? Emma fretted, looking around the bedroom. It was a nice room, a bit smaller than she expected but not without its charm. She sat down on the bed and kicked off her shoes. She bounced a couple times and then leaned back. Nice.
"Comfortable?" A voice asked.
She sat up quickly and saw Regina leaning against the door frame, watching her.
"Yea, nice bed. You ok?"
Regina swallowed and nodded, stepping towards the bed. "I just needed a minute."
Emma could tell Regina was uncomfortable, even though she was putting up a good front. She would probably feel weird too if she suddenly had an extra part in her pants. It suddenly struck her how incredibly bizarre the whole situation was and for a quick moment she felt a bit guilty about getting them both into it.
"Let's just start slow, ok? Move up on the bed, I'm going to get behind you and massage your shoulders a bit. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know."
Emma swallowed the lump down in her throat. Shoulders…massage, that was doable. She felt the bed dip as Regina moved in behind her.
Regina was careful not to crowd her too much, she definitely didn't want to rub her new seemingly excited member against her. She lied her hands gently on her her shoulders and rubbed her thumbs in circles. Emma was very well built, a fairly impressive physical specimen and she felt herself getting more aroused. It wasn't out of the question for her to take an attractive woman into her bed as queen, but that had been so long ago it seemed like another age, another person.
"You're a bit tense," Regina commented.
"Oh? Then you have your work cut out for you…my queen."
An electric shot of arousal rocketed through her veins at the way Emma addressed her. "I…I guess so." She massaged her shoulders some more and began to let her hands wander down her back and then slowly around to her front. Her fingertips ghosted over the first button of Emma's blouse. She then let her hands slide to her back again. She couldn't help but notice that Emma's breaths were deepening and coming more frequently. She moved her hands to her front again and this time began to undo the top button.
She was stopped when Emma grabbed her hand and held it in her own for a moment.
This is it, Regina thought, this is where she bolts. She took a deep breath and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Emma held her hand gently for a moment and then raised it to her lips, kissing it gently, then turning it over and dropping another kiss on her palm.
Regina felt like she had just been given a green light. She began to unbutton Emma's light blue blouse slowly but Emma apparently had no patience for her and finished unbuttoning it herself. She slid it off her shoulders and tossed it aside.
The brunette dropped a soft kiss on the exposed bare shoulder and began unfastening Emma's bra. This was going far better than she anticipated and much of her earlier worries were evaporating . She slipped the bra off and then cupped Emma's naked breasts in her hands. She could feel the nipples hardening against her palms and she enjoyed experiencing her reaction. Sliding her hands down he now naked torso she moved down further to the waistband of her jeans.
She wasn't sure if it was the spell or something inherent to their natures but she could feel her magic begin to thrum through her body and tingle along her skin. it combined with her new addition to make her feel increasingly like control was slipping away from her. Her jaw tensed and she stilled her hands for a moment.
Emma took this opportunity to flip around and pin Regina to the bed. Green eyes bore into blue and their faces were flushed.
"Do you feel that?" Emma breathed.
"Magic? Yes," Regina replied calmly, not betraying the twisting serpent of heat she felt in her midsection that was demanding she mount the blonde immediately and sate her desire.
"Is that the spell?"
"I don't know."
"You have nothing on under this robe," Emma said emphatically.
"Your point?" she asked with raised eyebrow.
"I'm overdressed." She slid off of her and off the bed to stand and unbutton her jeans. She slipped them off followed quickly by her underwear. As she was doing this Regina decided she really hated the lighting in the room. She reached out gently with her magic and flicked off the light, then lit the candles atop her dresser. The candlelight hit Emma's naked form just as she was leaning up from stepped out of her panties.
Emma felt Regina's eyes on her so she stilled for a moment. She was enjoying the way those hungry dark eyes were taking her in, it felt like a loving touch that whispered across her skin. There was also satisfaction in the knowledge that Regina so clearly wanted her that she wanted to soak it in for a moment.
"You're beautiful, Princess. Do you know that?" the brunette breathed.
The blonde smiled bashfully and got back onto the bed. Regina grabbed her and quickly positioned herself above her.
"Whoa, someone is happy to see me," she said when she felt Regina's rock hard addition brush against her thigh.
Breathe, focus, breathe, focus. The queen turned her attention to dropping delicate open mouthes kisses across the creamy chest in front of her, approaching a pink nipple.
"Don't you think you should kiss me first?" Emma smirked.
Regina stopped, a flood of nervousness cascading through her. Did she screw this up already? She looked up at Emma and saw her eyes were sparkling with amusement.
Above everything else, this was going to change things.
"Of course, how silly of me." She surged forward and kissed her.
Emma sighed into the kiss, relieved to feel the queen's mouth on hers, finally. When a dainty tongue swiped against her lips she let it in enthusiastically, humming in satisfaction.
Kissing Emma Swan was pretty damn great, almost enough to get Regina to ignore her other pressing need, at least for a little while. Her tongue was soft and cool and tasted fantastic. She barely noticed that the blonde was slipping her robe off, and had little time to react to the feeling of her aching cock being guided into Emma's warmth.
She broke off the kiss and rested their foreheads together, taking in a deep breath.
"Fuck, Emma. I don't want to…be fast, but dammit…"
"Shhh, it's okay. It's your first time on the bike, I get it." She watched a flurry of emotions cross Regina's face and her control slipping. That was what she wanted above all else, she needed to see the queen out of control. She tipped her hips up and wrapped her legs around her waist.
Regina absolutely could not resist, she pushed forward into the blonde then pulled back. She quickly established a rhythm and was pumping steadily into her. She knew she was not going to last long at all, and she didn't think it was okay to be barreling towards an orgasm alone. She steadied herself on one hand and slipped the other between them. She began to work circles over Emma's clit as she rocked in and out of her.
Emma was caught completely off guard and arched her back off the bed. "Holy shit…Regina!"
The blonde began to cry out with each thrust and that drove Regina completely over the edge. She rammed forward once more and felt and orgasm shudder through her body and the tightness in her groin release. A couple more swirls of her fingertips against Emma and she felt the walls around her cock flutter and the blonde cried out. She fell forward in exhaustion and wrapped her arms around Emma, nestling her head against her neck.
Emma was getting her breath back and running her hands down Regina's naked back. "You feel so good against me like this. Let's just stay like this forever."
Regina chuckled, "Sounds good." She suddenly leaned up on her elbows and furrowed her brow. "It's gone. Oh thank God."
"Gone?" Emma looked down Regina's body and saw only woman parts (although fantastic woman parts they were). "We only get one shot a night?"
"I guess so," she sighed, laying her head back down onto Emma's shoulder.
Emma wrapped her arms around her and held her close. She wanted to say so much but there were too many words and they all got jammed in the doorway trying to get out. She was as happy as she could ever remember being, but she also knew Regina was doing this as a favor, she couldn't go complicating things now. She tried to enjoy the moment and the afterglow as long as she could.
"What do you mean you're leaving?" Regina asked indignantly, arms crossed over her chest. She was back in her robe and sitting at the edge of her bed as she watched Emma dress.
"I've taken enough of your time for tonight," Emma stated, pulling up her jeans. "I should get out of your hair." She was choosing not to look Regina in the eye. It was better this way. It kept it simple and kept her from being attached. Now where were her socks?
"Emma, you don't have to run off. Stay."
"Sorry, I really should be going anyway." She spotted her sock by the dresser and discovered the other was was jammed up her pant leg.
Regina felt a sinking in her stomach. Had this been a mistake? Was she mistaken in her approach? The blonde seemed in a rush to leave. The candles were out and the smell of their dimming wicks almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Emma, I…" Their gazes met and the brunette found herself momentarily at a loss for words. "Did I do something to upset you?"
Emma stopped for a moment, feeling an ache in her chest. "No," she whispered. "Of course not. I…I just need…" She looked down at her booted feet. "To go. That's all. Thank you, for everything." She gave her a soft smile. "I'll let myself out."
She watched as Emma delicately close the white bedroom door after herself and listened as her footsteps faded down the hall.
"This is bullshit," she said emphatically to herself.
Emma made her way to the coat rack in the foyer. She grabbed her red leather jacket and pulled it on. She had it halfway zipped up when she found herself stopping. This wasn't right. The little voice in her was getting louder and louder, drowning out the other one that told her to run, to get some distance.
She unzipped the jacket and put it back on the rack.
Regina had just risen from her seat on the bed to go over to the dresser when her bedroom door burst open.
"Emma? Did you forget something?"
The blonde stalked towards her and grabbed her roughly around her waist. "Yea, I did." She pulled her into a heated kiss and began to steer her towards the bed.
