Emma's POV

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Storybrooke was having its very first Family Campout. It was a family outing idea the Parent Teacher Organization at our school came up with and voted into existence. Pretty much everyone decided to attend even if they didn't have kids in school. There were about 35 tents piled around the flat, open area near the town line and lemme tell ya, this field ain't big enough. There were kids running everywhere high on a sugar rush thanks to s'mores and Granny's hot chocolate.

As the evening wore on, the number of kids running around got smaller and smaller until there were only a few adults sitting around the fire telling ghost stories trying to freak each other out. At least I think they were ghost stories. With all of this fairytale shit covering our lives, sometimes it was hard for me to figure out what was truth and what was fiction. So far, everything I had known to be fiction had turned out to be truth. Life could get pretty complicated when you're me. There was one part of my life that was becoming less and less complicated though and that part was currently saying her goodnights and slipping into her own tent for the night. A certain brown-eyed Mayor.

It had been several weeks since that encounter in her office and it almost seemed like the Mayor had been avoiding me. I had racked my brain trying to figure out why she would be ignoring me but I had no idea what had blown her skirt up. The couple of times we'd been together had been nothing short of earth shattering and I was starting to go through withdrawal. It's funny how you don't realize you're addicted to something until you get one taste and then it's all you can think about. That's how I was with her. I had tried and tried to get her attention but nothing worked. By the time this campout rolled around, my balls were bluer than they'd ever been. That's probably the reason I'd done something I probably shouldn't have.

All night long I had caught Regina sneaking glances at me. I had made it a point to casually brush against her ass several times that night when she had her back to me. Each time I saw her turn around, narrow her eyes and watch me walk away. Hey, it can never be said I don't know how to get a woman's attention. I grinned into the semi-darkness of the tent and watched the moonlight stream through the clear plastic flap on the top. I always thought of those things as sunroofs for tents. It really was a beautiful night.

I was lying on a makeshift bed on the floor of my tent. I prefer to actually rough it when camping so I bring a few blankets to lie on a couple of pillows but that's about it. Most people spent a couple of hours blowing up air mattresses and hanging battery operated fans and lights inside these monstrosities that could double as a small home. I had a simple two person tent that fit my blankets and duffle bag comfortably but that was pretty much it.

The air was a bit muggy so I decided to strip off all of my clothes but the thin pair of boy shorts I had on which did nothing to hide the firm package I had strapped between my legs. I heard the zipper on the flap in front of me start to ease open and saw inch after inch of bare leg exposed before watching our Mayor duck inside and quickly close the canvas door. She turned around, slid off her sandals and reached for the knot on the short, silky looking robe she was wearing. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine and I saw her hands hesitate. I don't know what was going through that pretty little head of hers but I didn't want her to change her mind and run away from this. Whatever this was. I wanted her to stay and I'd be damned if I was going to let her back out of here. I sat up, fully intending to get her out of the few clothes she had on but saw her shake her head and start opening her robe. I laid back down to watch her.

Good god, the woman made untying a knot an artform. There was barely room to stand in the small tent so she gently eased herself down to her knees and freed the knot as she ran her eyes down my exposed body. She wasn't even an arm's length away. I'm really glad I went for the smaller tent. As she reached up to brush the robe off of her shoulders, I took my right hand and slipped it down my body and started stroking the length sticking up towards my bellybutton. The robe hit the floor of the tent and a soft blue, half unbuttoned pajama top came into view. I looked back up to see her clenching her jaw as she watched the stroking and reached out with my free hand to run my fingers up her inner thigh expecting to find resistance once I reached the apex of her thighs. When my fingers were never stopped, I caught myself growling when my hand started sliding over wetness. Nothing but a thin silk shirt separating us this time.

She groaned and pushed my hand away. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she slid down onto all fours and crawled up my body and swung her legs over me until she was straddling my waist. I pulled my right hand free and ran my fingers over each tanned thigh on either side of me until my hands slipped just under the edge of her shirt and gripped her waist. With each breath, her shirt would rise and fall over my wrists. Like some sort of silk waterfall.

I tore my eyes away from where my hands had disappeared from view and let them make the journey over the three buttons on her shirt that were keeping the rest of her from my prying eyes. I could see the points her nipples were making as they pressed against the thin fabric. Her lips were slightly parted and her brown eyes...wait, where were those warm, chocolate-brown eyes? Somewhere along the line, she had closed her eyes. It was then I noticed her hips moving very small circles in the vicinity of my waist. Ooohh, the Mayor was starting without me. Nah, that wasn't gonna happen. I pushed my ass back into the blankets which took away the very thing Regina had been rubbing against. I would call her look 'startled' because her eyes snapped open and she looked down at me with annoyance. I merely grinned and shrugged and ran my hands up to start unbuttoning those pesky three round things keeping me from finally seeing her completely bare. I pushed the shirt off of her shoulders and as it fell down her back, reached around with my left hand and grabbed it between her hands, effectively keeping her hands locked behind her back. Hey, I didn't have my steel ones handy so a make-shift silk set of handcuffs would have to do.

For a moment, all thoughts escaped me as I finally saw her bare and in all her glory. I wanted to sit and look at her all day. No matter how many times I might see her like this, I was sure that every time would be just like the first time. Everything about her screamed masterpiece to me and, hell, I didn't really know anything about what made art good. I did know that I liked what I saw and if I ever wanted to share, then the world would know they were looking at perfection. But, Emma Swan didn't share. This canvas was all mine. I looked up to see her watching me with an expression that I kinda thought resembled a stranger in a new place. Someone who was unsure of themself. I said the only words that came to mind. "You're beautiful".

Her chest relaxed and I realized that while I was ogling her, she had been holding her breath. My lord, surely the woman knew she was flawless. Surely she knew I wanted to tear into her and gorge myself like I hadn't eaten for days. Didn't she? Eh, she was going to by the time I got through with her. I tightened my hold on the shirt in my left hand and felt her hands try to pull against their restraints. I heard a puff of air exit her nostril in frustration. Aw, how cute. She was irritated she couldn't touch me. Now she knows how that feels.

I looked up at her and waited until she was finished rolling her eyes and finally looked down at me expectantly. I brought my right hand up and pressed the fingers against her mouth. She immediately started kissing them but I grabbed her chin roughly and quietly commanded "Wet them". Her eyes widened but she took each finger, one by one, into her mouth and used her tongue to get them soaking wet.

I pulled the fingers away from her face and keeping my eyes on hers, brought them down to rub over the head of the hardness waiting between my legs. Her eyes widened as I shifted my hips up just a bit and positioned the now slippery head against her entrance. I pulled my hand back and gripped her waist tightly. As I pushed my hips up, I pulled her body down and slowly slid inside of her. I tried to keep my eyes open but knowing I was inside of her was turning me on so much I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My eyes squeezed shut and I stilled my hips letting her adjust to me. I could hear her short breaths, feel her wrists stretching the fabric confining them, and smell her scent quickly filling the small space around us.

I opened my eyes and saw Regina looking down at me in a way I had never seen. I tightened my grip on her shirt, pulled my hips back just a bit and watched her trying to focus on breathing. As she was exhaling, I slid back into her with a short, fast thrust. She gasped loudly and arched her back up just enough to jut her nipples out. Those perfect points were asking to have my teeth wrapped around them. Oh I'd get to those later but right now I wanted to keep hearing how this seemingly uptight Mayor was currently trying to will what focus she had left on breathing in and out. I wanted to surround her senses so badly she couldn't even remember how to do that.

I pulled out of her and thrust back inside quickly and was rewarded with another loud gasp as she arched backwards. She drew her head back down and looked at me like women look when they have nothing else on their minds than what they want in that moment. I watched her as I pulled my hips back just a couple of inches and then pushed hard into her. She took a few deep hard breaths and looking me right in the eye, nodded her head yes. I twisted my left hand in the fabric on her shirt and pulled down on it so that her shoulders got pulled back with the force and started fucking her with short strokes.

She started panting and pushing down on me every time I pushed up into her. She threw her head back and rode me, rolling her hips down and around me to push me as deep inside of her as I could go. Everytime I would pull at her shirt and remind her that her wrists were bound, she would moan louder and move just a little faster to pick up our rhythm. I could tell she was getting close because her moans kept getting louder. If I actually cared that people coud hear us through the almost nonexistent walls of this tent, maybe I would have told her to be quiet. But each sound she made caused my clit to throb so I'd be damned if I was going to stop her.

My body met no resistance sliding in and out of her. I could feel her wetness dripping down and running down my thighs and it made me feel like I could conquer the world knowing I had caused her body to do that. Now, all I wanted was to watch her come undone. Here, I had a front row view instead of feeling her release in the dark. I started thrusting just a little faster and as I pulled her wrists back so far I thought her shoulder was going pull out of the socket, I reached up with my right hand and pinched her nipple. Regina let her head fall back even further, met each of my strokes with her own and started moaning. "emmma...Emmmmmma...Emma...EMMA" until her body went still and no voice came out of her mouth.

I released her nipple and then her wrists and untangled them from her shirt. My head was spinning with how it felt to hear my name...my name in that incredibly private and erotic moment...my name spoken like a reverant prayer through the same sweet red lips that had refused to call me by that name for so long. Well, that had came out of nowhere. I was trying to wrap my head around how quickly all of this had just happened and try to focus on her. As her breathing slowed down, I wrapped both of my hands around her back and pulled her down on top of me. Her ear rested on top of my heart and her hair fell over my left bicep as she laid there, seemingly content. Boy did this feel right. I wanted to run my hands up and down her back but kept both arms around her and held her tightly. You should never squeeze a priceless work of art but I wanted to ground her. To bring her back to earth slowly.

We stayed like that for some time before I felt her raise her head up and brush a few strands of hair from her eyes.

"Ummm, we're still..."

"I am completely aware of that fact, Ms Swan" Ahh, her dry sense of humor was marred by the raspiness of her voice and the cute little chuckle that escaped her throat.

She leaned up and braced both hands on either side of my head and gently eased herself off of me. I heard her wince but she assured me she was ok. I rolled us both over until she was on her back and I was propped up beside of her. We stayed like that, just looking at one another for a few moments. I wasn't sure what, if anything, needed to be said but I knew I didn't want her to rush out the door like the previous times we had been together. I went to speak but felt her finger on my lips. She just smiled sweetly and moved to get up from the blankets. No, you know what. To hell with rules. I grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Stay. I know you don't wanna talk and we don't have to but, can you at least stay here with me for one night? Whatever this is between us isn't going away and, frankly, I'm tired of pretending it's going to."

She turned to look at me in confusion. Did she not believe me? I was going to start a round of 20 questions just to make her talk but she did the most curious of things. She leaned forward and wrapped her left hand around the back of my head, bringing my lips down to her neck. She moved my head just a bit to where my lips were pressing just slightly into her pulse. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my lower lip. I smiled into her neck. She was nervous or maybe scared? Whatever it was, we could work on it. I'd take nervous and scared over her rushing from the room any day of the week.

I pulled back from her and laid both of us down on the blankets, positioning her head in the crook of my arm so I could pull her close to me with the arm that was wrapped around her body. We laid like that for hours. I was afraid to drift off to sleep because I knew tomorrow we would have to face the crowd of people outside that probably heard a hell of a commotion coming from our tent. hehe. coming.

It was over so fast I didn't even get to taste her. Dammit. I thought about waking her up and seeing if she wanted to go for round two but decided against it. Sex we were good at but lying here in this moment? That was something new that I found I really liked and wanted more of. I wanted a whole lot more of. I could only hope I could convince her to give us a shot.

I really didn't care what anyone thought. It'd been a long time since I felt this happy and even though we faced an uphill battle once the sun rose, this time, the day would be faced together. I didn't know what exactly we would talk about or where the conversation would veer into but I was going to try my hardest to fix whatever was wrong between us so we could focus on what was right. Sometime during the night, I drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of a land where Queens bowed to Knights and Saviours worshipped art. This time, the dreams were vivid and full of color. Gone were the simple black and white hues that normally dominated my landscapes. Color always signals new beginnings. Like the first flower blooming amid the bleakest of surroundings. Queen. Knight. Color. Happiness.