a/n: WARNING kinda cute fluff but mega SMUT SMUT SMUTTEROONIE
I figured I'd play around with the usual power play positions between these two so...
enjoy ;)
Emma xo (ant1ers. tumblr. com)
I was half expecting Regina to slam me up against a wall after dinner and fuck me right then and there, but apparently not. She took our plates, filled my sink with hot soapy water and proceeded to wash up. I simply watched her, drinking from her glass of wine.
"Do you not own two wine glasses? Or must you continue to drink from mine,"
"Oh, sorry," I licked a drop of red wine from my chin and put her cup down on the counter, "it's habit from Henry; we're constantly drinking from each other's drinks". She scrunched her nose up as she slotted a plate into the drying rack; her fingernails picking at a piece of pasta that she'd clearly not scrubbed off hard enough. I laughed at her expression; it was so childish,
"Regina, I don't have cooties,"
"If you say so dear,"
"Regina, I swear, no cooties,"
She just smirked at the bubbly water as she washed out my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles coffee cup from this morning.
"Really Ms Swan," Regina motioned to the sopping wet coffee cup in her hand, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"
"Henry's,"
She eyed me suspiciously, "you sure?"
"I think I know when I buy my son novelty mugs Regina, sheesh," I rolled my eyes. Hell yeah that mug was mine but I was not going to admit that to Regina. She shrugged her shoulders and rested it awkwardly up against the drying pan.
"I have a Power Puff Girls cup," she admitted, groping around in the dirty water for loose silverware,
"Who's your favourite?" I asked. I wasn't going to judge her on that; hell, that was adorable and I would give my left arm to see her have it steaming away on her desk at school.
"Blossom,"
"I would have taken you to be a Buttercup kind of lady,"
"Once again, you assume wrong Ms Swan," her eyes twinkled as she rubbed several forks with the washcloth, "but let me guess, Bubbles for you?"
"Damn," I muttered, taking another swig at Regina's wine. She was good, and damn it she was right. 'Bubbles' was my favourite. Regina had the same smug smile plastered on her face every time she'd catch me staring at her arse during school hours and in a crowded hallway.
"Okay, fine. You win, Michelangelo," I growled,
"What?" Regina's eyebrows knitted together in confusion,
"Michelangelo was my favourite Ninja Turtle,"
Regina glanced down at the cup and raised a single eyebrow, "oh," she cleared her throat and pulled the plug from the drain, "mine was Donatello,"
"Knew it," I laughed as Regina finished whatever I had left in her wine glass, "totally a turtle fan".
"Now, I'm not going to lie, my son and I are quite the movie buffs, so what will it be, Ms Mills?" Regina perched herself on my sofa as I swung open the door to my mega stash of DVDs and Blue Rays. She raised her eyebrows up as she slid off the couch and kneeled beside me, her brown eyes flicking over the titles,
"Not in alphabetical order? Well, that does not surprise me the slightest," Regina ran her finger over the spines, clucking her tongue.
"What might interest you is that its colour coordinated," I stated proudly as Regina did a double take at the spectrum of colours that was my DVD collection.
"I'm impressed,"
She bloody better be. I took my sweet ass time doing it one evening instead of flicking myself off to the image of her eating me out in the shower. But it was kind of weird knowing that the mind numbing reason that this all colour coding happened, was now admiring my handiwork. I coughed.
"Cheers, I uh, am going to get some more wine, did you want some?"
Regina blinded me with a dazzling smile in approval and I couldn't help but gasp. She truly was perfect and good grief, I'd spent my entire life trying to prove it to her if she'd let me. Quickly, get out. Get out. I clambered to my weak legs and practically sprinted out the lounge room.
I pulled the frosty bottle out of the fridge and yanked the stopper out.
"You better have picked a movie by the time I come back Regina," I tipped the bottle back feverishly and almost choked as the red liquid gushed down my throat. I needed this but hell, I definitely needed something stronger.
"Of course dear," Regina purred. Wiping my mouth, I searched my cupboards for a clean wine glass and more importantly, more alcohol. Bingo; my best friend and arch nemesis, whiskey. I groaned in anticipation as I spun the lid off and took a deep breath of its sickly aroma. There was neither time nor need for a shot glasses so I, as per usual, I poured it straight into my mouth.
"Oh dear, don't think you'll be hogging that to yourself all night Emma,"
Regina leaned against the opposite side of the countertop, her smirking mouth cupped by her dainty fingers and her breasts pressed heavily against the white material of her shirt. I'd kiss that bloody smug look off her face if I wasn't squatting on the floor and had a bottle of expensive alcohol to my lips.
"If I'd known you had something stronger, I'd asked for it when I came through your front door,"
"I wasn't actually planning on bringing out tonight, but yeah,"
Regina straightened herself and her bangles hit the countertop loudly as she rested her hands out in front of her, "And why are you drinking it now?"
I shrugged and took another swig, "eh, liquid courage,"
Regina looked shocked, "liquid courage? Are you nervous Ms Swan?"
She's literally the stupidest smart person I have ever encountered. No, of course I wouldn't be nervous, it's not like I have the biggest babe ever in my kitchen wanting to fuck the absolute crap out of me. Oh wait, I do.
"You're joking right?" I smirked and winced as the next gulp of whiskey was incredibly stronger than the last. I must almost be out.
"No," She had that look of a confused puppy. A banging hot puppy, if that was humanly possible.
"Christ Regina, seriously,"
"Yes! I seriously do not understand why you require liquid courage,"
"Because of you,"
"Me?"
Yep, definitely the stupidest smart woman I have ever laid eyes on.
"Yes, you Regina; I'm nervous because I'm scared I'm going to mess tonight up,"
"Oh, I…" A light blush crept up her neck, "please don't be worried. It's only me,"
"Exactly my point, it's you. Not anyone else, it's you. I want you so bad and I'm scared I'm going to screw this up,"
Regina chewed her bottom lip as she stepped around into the kitchen, towering over me, "And what exactly is 'this'?"
I sighed and sipped again, "I want more than sex from you Regina… I mean, sex would be nice, but you know, I'd like more".
"Sex with me is better than nice Ms Swan," Regina winked,
"I've heard it's…adequate," I joked, placing the bottle into Regina's outstretched hand,
"So, so much more adequate," She breathed as she sniffed the bottle. Her eyes drooped, "may I finish the bottle?"
"Go nuts,"
And in that moment, I would pay a small fee to be that bottle of whiskey. She tilted her head back, pressed the lip of the bottle to her mouth and completely downed the lot. Regina raised the bottle up and flicked her tongue out to catch the last drops dripping from the neck of the whiskey. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe when her pinkie finger rimmed the top of the bottle and her long tongue slowly and lavishly licked her finger clean.
My throat was thick, "shame you drank it all, I could've done something like that to impress you,"
What the hell was that? That was the worst pick up line thing that I had ever produced, ever. I knew I was incapable of doing something so sexual to a bottle of whiskey.
"There's still some left in my mouth if you'd like to taste it,"
If my underpants weren't already soaking wet from the moment of Regina's arrival, than they undeniably were now. I think Regina was quite surprised at the speed I stood up and threw myself at her. But, bloody hell, she was quicker. She squished her forefinger to my eager lips and shushed my complaining. Regina opened her mouth slightly and I could that her tongue glistened goldenly from the whiskey. She gripped my chin with other finger and thumb and yanked my jaw down.
"I want to taste it," I whimpered. Regina Mills had me wrapped around her little finger and boy, didn't she know it.
"Don't you worry dear, you will but you have to follow one simple rule, okay?"
"Okay,"
"You mustn't touch me for two hours,"
"What?"
I did not have the sheer will power to follow through on that demand. I needed to touch her; I had to touch her, everywhere and anywhere.
"If you comply, your prize will be more than satisfactory. I'm sure you can gather what kind of prize you are in for dear,"
Maybe I could comply…maybe.
"I am typical blonde, Regina," I whispered, "Please; enlighten me, just a little bit, won't you?"
Her eyes gleamed as she pressed her lower body into mine, gyrating softly. She backed me up against the cooker and grinded herself hard into me. Holy shit, holy shit, she was so hot. Regina lifted her leg up, her skirt falling away slightly from her thigh.
"Open your mouth Ms Swan, but if you touch me, I'll stop immediately,"
I opened my mouth, nervously at first but she started licking her lips, it practically fell wide open. Her pink tongue snaked out and flicked the side of my open mouth. She ran it over my top lip and down over my bottom. Self-control, self-control was what I needed right now. Regina grabbed my hand as she continued to rock against me, and guided it down her smooth and toned leg until the tips of my fingers brushed against her pantie-clad core. I felt silk. Or was it lace? Or hell, was it both? Good grief. I couldn't think straight while she did this.
Regina leaned in closer until her entire tongue was in between my lips. I felt her massage my own tongue with hers, then stroke the walls of my mouth, and then finally, pushed her tongue down and ran it over my teeth. Fucking hell it was so hot. Regina and whiskey tasted like a match made in heaven. There was no way I couldn't go two hours without touching her. I had to touch her. I needed to. She had a firm grip on my hand as she rubbed it up against her centre. Wait, Regina was literally using me to fuck herself against. Hot, hot, hot but I'm still sort of angry I couldn't join in; time to change that.
I curled my fingers and Regina gasped at the contact. I hadn't gone inside her but simply held her sensitive nub through the silk with my knuckles, massaging it. But as quickly as she'd initiated the entire thing, she stopped it. I almost cried when she pulled herself off of me.
"Why…?"
"No touchy Ms Swan. By the way you're going, I'll have you begging by the time the two hours are up," she hissed,
"You've got me begging now,"
"Then this is going to be a long two hours for you isn't it?" she smirked as she sauntered off to the lounge room. Regina was going to definitely kill me.
Regina had picked that damn swan ballet movie with Natalie Portman in it. I couldn't, for the life of me, remember why I even bought it; maybe it was on sale, or maybe I had bought it in my 'Natalie Portman' phase. I don't know. Regina admitted as I stuck the DVD in, that she too, found Natalie quite pleasing to the eye and that's why she picked it. I completely forgot about the whole masturbation scene until about ten minutes before when Regina was shuffling uncomfortably and kneaded the skin of my knee like her life depended on it. She moaned before the scene even started and her hand instantly when to the hem of my jean shorts. Regina's eyes were dark as her fingers unbutton the top and slowly pulled down the zipper,
"Regina, why…" and then that, um, certain scene began.
Her eyes didn't leave mine as Natalie did her stuff on screen. Regina's fingers dipped lower and lower until they grazed my centre.
"This scene is my favourite," her eyes flicked lazily back to the television screen, "it makes me feel, all riled up," Regina took a deep breath as she pressed her fingers into my core through my underwear, "…hot and bothered". I couldn't think, well, I didn't really need to think. I just needed her to press harder but damn it, she wasn't. I bucked but she instantly yanked her hand away.
"Come on Regina, please," I begged. She smirked at me as her eyes never left the screen. I sighed, knowing that I had clearly lost this war, until Regina hooked her leg over mine and tugged. I flipped and landed awkwardly into her lap.
"Oh Ms Swan, I have almost no patience myself and it was quite stupid for me to suggest that you could even wait two hours," Regina's hands where on my stomach and she split her legs; I fell slightly and our cores crashed together. I yelped as she cupped my ass and pulled me back and forth against her lap. I could feel the heat from her centre as Regina latched her mouth onto my neck. Yes, holy hell yes. It was about time I was getting laid. She clawed at my shirt, ripped it clean off my body and pressed her tongue to my nipple through the purple material of my bra.
"Take this delicious scrap of lace off your body so I can ravish you properly," Regina growled. I was never the submissive type when it came to my sexual encounters but, damn, Regina could send me to hell and back and I'd comply. I wasted no time in removing the offensive material and pouted when she took it from me and slammed into onto the tiled floor,
"Don't you like it?" Regina peppered kisses down my neck and licked my clavicle,
"I do dear but it looks better on the floor,"
"Maybe another day I can parade around in it for you," I gushed as I let my head loll backwards, my long blonde hair tickling the small of my back.
"I'd like that dear, surprise me one day at work won't you?"
"Mm," that's all I could muster at this point as Regina latched her hot mouth onto my breast. Holy hell the woman had a mouth of magic. I leaned back further, feeling my bare abdomen brush the slightly rough material of her shirt. Regina's arm was tight around my waist as her other one made quick work of sticking itself back down the front of my trousers. Mouth of magic, fingers of magic, bloody hell, Regina Mills was pure magic.
"And do you know what else would look good on the floor?" She hummed as she tugged my jean shorts over the curve of my arse,
"My trousers," I quickly yanked them off and threw them down on top of my bra. It suddenly struck me that Regina was still completely dressed.
"Regina, take your shirt off," I leaned down and kissed her heatedly.
"No," Her fingernails raked over the bare skin of my back.
"Why not," I sighed as her lips connected with the sensitive spot just underneath my jawline,
"How am I supposed to touch you if you're still dressed?" I purred. Regina groaned as I bit her bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.
"You…you're not supposed to touch me…that's the…the rule," she stuttered as I gently placed each hand on each of her breasts. I think I have maybe turned the tables.
"Well Ms Mills, aren't some rules meant to be broken?" I leaned in, pressing both my core and breasts harder into Regina. She practically whimpered when I started gyrating hard against her.
"Emma…" she gasped, her hands tightly winding into the back of my hair.
"So you'd oppose me touching you like…this?" I tweaked her nipples between my fingers as I continued to grind against her. She moaned loudly and smashed her head repeatedly against my sofa.
"God…stop it, stop touching me Emma, or I swear to God…" she hissed,
"Or what Regina," I definitely had the upper hand now, "what are you going to do? Punish me?"
"Yes," she seethed as she wrapped her fingers around my hips and pulled me harder against her,
"Oh no Ms Mills, what will you ever do to me?" I cooed as her eyes drooped further and her bottom lip slowly disappeared into her mouth. She was completely lost in the moment and I relished in it.
"Punish you…I…I have to punish you," she stuttered,
"How, I want to know everything," I ran my tongue against her earlobe and up into the shell.
"I don't know yet Emma,"
"You want to know how I'd punish you Regina, hmm?"
"Tell me, tell me Emma Swan, what you do if I had been a bad, dirty little girl?" she breathed. Her hips were now almost painfully grinding into me. All I wanted to do with rip off both of our panties, preferably hers with my teeth.
"I'd take your shirt off and run my tongue down in between your boobs," Shit, I had to think quickly.
"Dirtier, I need it dirtier, tell me Emma," her voice was barely above a growl. Shit, so hot. Talk dirty, oh shit. Okay, I could do this. I quickly glanced up at the fridge and remembered the whipped cream. I leaned down closer, and grabbed her hand, guiding it to my wet pussy.
"You know what I'd do? I'd chuck you down face first onto my silk bedspread, peel off my soaking panties, and tie your wrists up with them behind you back and…" Regina moaned loudly, "Then spread your legs, tying each one down and,"
"And, what else?"
"Eat you out,"
Regina gasped as my tongue grazed her bare throat, "then I'd flip you over onto your back, undo your legs but tie up your hands nice and tight above your head, and then I'd pull out the whipped cream,"
"Mm, yes, oh god, yes,"
Whoa, Regina was getting off on me just explaining what I'd do to her. She was going to die when I finally get into the bedroom.
"I'd cover each breast with cream and lick it off slowly…and you know why?"
I edged my fingers underneath her panties and probed at her core, "why?"
"Because you've been a dirty little whore," I jeered as I plunged my fingers deeply into her centre. Regina threw her head back and split her legs further apart as I pumped my digits harder into her.
"Yes, yes, I've been a bad girl, haven't I Ms Swan?"
"Such a filthy little being," I encouraged. I had done it. I had won. Regina was like fucking putty in my hands. I felt her body tighten as I worked harder, using my other hand to knead her breast through that stupid designer shirt of hers.
"I…I…bad girl," I leaned down and licked Regina's other hard nipple through the material as she bucked against my hand, oh so desperately.
"Who's a dirty little girl?" I cooed as I ran my finger down over her split lips, "hmm Regina?"
"Me, I am. So naughty…"
"Do you want to know how to make amends with me?"
"Anything Ms Swan," Regina was so close to coming, it was actually crazy. I was cruel, but not that cruel.
"Come for me,"
And Regina did what she was told. She threw her head back again against the sofa and I lavished her neck with kisses as I finished her off.
"Good girl Regina, good girl," I whispered as the end credits played gently behind us.
a/n: *aims hose at wonderful readers*
I HAVE A SMALL THING FOR ROPE DON'T I? and whipped cream, whoops. Don't worry guys, that 'particular' chapter will happen, I pinky promise...
Also, I've actually never seen Black Swan so forgive me...