a/n: I just finished this chapter like 20 minutes ago, fuck.
and omfg guys you are all fabulous, damn son. your reviews are excellent. FLUFF AND MILD SEXY SHOWER TIMES?
y'all want your own Reginas! hahaha bless you ALL. And I have had a tonne of sexy time ideas flood my tiny little brain so I think you desperate bunch will be pleased with all the glorious things I have planned for these two.
Remember if there's an idea you'd like me to play around with, shoot me a PM or message on tumblr at ant1ers. tumblr. com (the L in antlers is a one fyi)
Love ya all, Emma xo (yes, that's my actual name...*sigh*)
I'm not entirely sure what the fuck happened last night but something definitely happened. I mean after the whole Regina-is-a-dirty-girl bit. I'm pretty sure. I briefly remember my hands under Regina's shirt and then she did some talented work to my Nether regions with that damn tongue of hers. I think there was some more alcohol involved at that point because she told me I tasted like bourbon. She'd probably located and downed four shots of the stuff before had me, knowing her slash my luck.
And somehow after it all, I ended up stretched out on the couch, stripped down to nothing but my racy purple underwear, being straddled by a softly snoring Regina Mills. Fuck, she was adorable. Her brown hair covered a large amount of her perfect face and I could see the strands flutter when she inhaled and exhaled.
I really needed to pee and it didn't help that Regina's hip was pressed right into my bladder. Straightening my leg, Regina slumped slightly, her side hitting the back of the sofa. She groaned as I attempted to slip away; she wrapped her arms around my chest. Fuck.
"Jesus Regina, let me go, you've got the vice of a bear," I cooed as I pried her fingers off my bicep,
"No," she mumbled.
"Regina, I will probably wet myself if I don't go,"
"No,"
"Regina,"
"Emma…" Regina huffed as she grinded her knee into my centre. Oh man…wait, was she not wearing her skirt anymore? I peeked over Regina's shoulder and the heavens have heard my calling; Regina fucking Mills was bare from the stomach down, except for a scrap of red lace that she clearly called underwear. Who cares? Not me. Her legs went for miles and they were perfect and tanned. I think I'm going to need that toilet not only for just emptying my bladder in a second.
"Regina, your knee is not helping the situation,"
"I know," She giggled. Fucking hell, she was good. I peeled her fingers off of me and one of her eyes opened; the pupils dilated to epic proportions.
"What do you think you're doing Ms Swan?"
"Going to the toilet before I wet myself, and then getting some Panadol because my head feels like a train is running into it repeatedly,"
"Okay," she grumbled as she turned her face into the couch. Toilet, toilet, holy hell I needed the toilet.
Not much felt as good as an early morning pee. That, and maybe a shower and a hot cup of coffee, or maybe walking back into the kitchen to see a sleep-tousled Regina leaning against the counter.
"Good morning sunshine," I smiled. Clearly Regina was not a morning person as it took her a few moments to realise I had said something and to actually acknowledge it.
"Hey," her voice was thick and I prayed it was from the early morning and not from arousal because I don't think I could do another round of last night. Actually, I probably could with the way the breeze fluttered her shirt so it pressed softly against her bare boobs and stomach. Early morning sex, um ah yes please.
"Did you want coffee?" I asked as I filled the kettle. Regina glared at me with the same expression Henry does when I have to wake him up at 6a.m. Clearly that was a yes.
"Coffee it is,"
"How are you so awake?" She stifled a yawn and rested her forehead on my shoulder blade as I busied myself with making Regina a coffee with no sugar and double milk in a ladybug mug, and myself a black tea with two teaspoons of sugar in a blue polka dot mug.
"I have a thirteen year old son Regina," I quipped as I turned around, "someone's got to wake him up for school". She slipped slightly and stumbled into my arms. It felt awkwardly right and I wrapped my arms tightly around underneath her arms which had slung themselves around my neck. She sighed,
"And where is said son? I haven't seen him yet,"
"I sent him to Ruby's," Regina stiffened, "He's good friends with her little brother Tom,"
"Ah, I see," Her nose brushed against my collarbone and I could've stayed like this forever if the bloody kettle hadn't pinged, "and will Master Henry be making an appearance anytime soon?"
"Nah, I have to pick him up from Ruby's house this afternoon,"
"Oh," Regina frowned as she accepted the coffee.
"What?"
"What are you going to be doing the rest of the day Ms Swan?" She placed her cup onto the counter and lazily drew her eyes up and down my body. I felt extraordinarily self-conscious considering I was standing in my flashiest underwear and she was in a shirt and underpants. Her hands were suddenly on my stomach, running them up and down, and then over my butt.
"Um…saying that I was going to mark student's work is the wrong answer in your books, isn't it?"
Regina hummed in approval and pressed her lips to my jawline, "congratulations dear, you've caught on,"
"Is spending the day with you, correct?" She froze; my bottom lip pinned between her pearly white teeth. Regina tasted like coffee and spearmint toothpaste.
"If…if you'd like, I guess…I mean," Regina pulled away and bit her own lip; her arms still wrapped securely around my waist.
"If you don't want me around, that's fine. Just let me know, okay?" I grinned stupidly as she paled,
"No, no Emma, I do want to spend the day with you, I just...didn't…I don't know…"
"Anticipate me coming on so strongly?"
"Yeah, sort of,"
"Are you okay with it?" I glanced nervously down at the woman, who nestled her face into my chest, exhaling,
"It's refreshing, this change of pace,"
"Well everything with me is hard and fast darling," Regina snorted into my long hair that draped over my shoulders, "except for, you know…" I quickly backtracked but stopped when Regina giggled.
"Yes thank you for that, Ms Swan,"
"Except I'm hard and slow…or rough and fast or rough and slow, or whatever tickles your fancy,"
"Emma…"
"Yes Regina?"
"Shut up,"
Regina had packed for the day ahead and I didn't expect anything different. She was constantly organised at work and no doubt that sort of crazy well planned lifestyle didn't go astray when she reached the threshold of her own home.
I piled the softest dang towel I owned into Regina's slim arms and she grinned at me.
"I do not recommend using Henry's bathroom, that kid is a grub, so here…" I motioned to my ensuite that I had cleaned within mere inches of its life, "use mine,"
"Like mother like son then?" She nudged the door open with her hip and sauntered in; dumping her stuff on top of the closed lid of the shiny toilet.
"Excuse me, Ms Mills, I am capable of cleanliness, I just don't often show it," I pouted as I crossed my arms over my chest,
"Your desk at the College begs to differ," she winked as she popped her hairbrush into the empty sink.
"It's not messy it's a… a controlled explosion,"
"Of course, how wrong of me to assume anything else other than a stationary version of Hiroshima,"
I glared at her playfully as she whacked me on the arm, "I need to shower Ms Swan, if you don't mind vacating this particular room…"
"Or I could stay…" I pressed myself up against the Principal and guided her until her backside hit the lip of the sink. I snaked my hands up her shirt and kissed her on the neck quickly, "you know, if you'd like,"
"I'd love that more than anything, but," her breath hitched in her throat as she peeled my wandering hands off her warm body, "we both need to calm ourselves down,"
I groaned, "Why?"
"Because we're adults and not horny teenagers trying to get each other off at every possible moment,"
"I want to get you off at every possible moment," I trailed my fingers over the waistband of her underpants,
"So do I so which is why I am asking you to leave the room so that I can shower. Naked,"
Well shit. Regina noticed my slight preoccupation and used it to guide me blindly out my own personal bathroom.
"I will be out soon dear," she smiled and clicked the door shut.
I busied myself with cleaning up last night shenanigans. After washing up our wine glasses repeatedly because heaven forbid I think about the fact that Regina goddamn Mills is naked and in my shower. There was a loud shriek from the general direction of my room and a wet splat.
"Emma!"
Shit, I've killed her, or maimed her or something disastrous, "Regina?" I sprinted into bedroom, my hands still covered in a filmy lather of suds.
"Emma…ah shit," Regina cursed as I heard loud bumps and a single bang as the shower door slammed back. She was as bad as my son, seriously, does no one know how to close doors quietly or?
"Regina, what the hell happened? Are you okay?" I knocked softly on the closed bathroom door and pushed it open slightly. She shrieked again,
"Close the damn door Ms Swan, I am naked,"
Oh boy, Regina's naked. I'd give my left arm to see her naked but preferably not damaged and bruised in my own damn bathroom. Regina sighed, "I'm fine, it's just your shower is different to mine dear,"
"Oh," I frowned. All of that was because she couldn't grapple the basic idea that all showers were not exactly the same?
"I um, I'm going to need a new towel though, if you don't mind," Regina squeaked. There was a loud sucking sound and a downpour of water,
"What? Why?"
"My towel fell into the shower and now it's soaking wet on your bathroom floor. Does that suffice?" She was obviously ringing out the wet towel into the sink so I headed down the main hallway to the linen closet and pulled out a deep red towel from underneath all of my usual crusty and crunchy bath towels.
"Close your eyes Ms Swan," Regina stated loudly as I knocked tentatively on the door. Clearly she had forgotten that I had fucked her up against my couch last night and had seen more than I originally anticipated, but nonetheless.
"Regina, how am I supposed to see where I am going?" I clenched my eyes tightly shut and Regina sighed as I pushed open the door,
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Regina snatched the towel from my hands,
"Probably one; your middle finger,"
Regina snorted as she slammed the shower door closed, "very funny Ms Swan, now you can open your eyes,"
Please, be naked. Please, oh please, be naked. I blinked and was disappointed that she had disappeared from sight. Damn, where the hell did she go? I looked over to the shower and clamped my thighs tight together.
The glass door was in a permanent state of foggy because of some kind of special glaze on it, but that didn't exactly stop my imagination doing its thing at Regina's silhouette. It was one thing to see a woman completely naked but another, to see the outline of her delicious elusive figure. I watched her dry her face and turn sideways; her boobs and flat stomach and perfect rear end were all there on show. It was bloody glorious.
"You still in here Swan?"
My throat was thick, "Uh yeah,"
Regina chuckled as she brought the red towel in between her legs to dry her thighs and oh my god, I'd kill to be that towel right now.
"Enjoying the show?"
"Oh yeah," I cleared my throat, "understatement of the year Regina,"
"Good, now I definitely need you to leave because I got to get dressed," She was so fucking cocky and it was the hottest thing possible.
"Are you sure?"
Regina's silhouette turned to me and she had the most perfect curves in the history of curves.
"…No,"
"Would you care for me to help you get dressed?"
My stomach was doing flips and I was fairly certain I was already pretty damn wet from just watching Regina.
"Hmm, no… But you can watch," My stomach was now somewhere in my bare feet. Balls of steel, Regina had balls of steel.
"Like an anti-strip? Yeah okay, I'm down for that," If I could see Regina's face right now, I think she'd definitely be smiling.
"Can you please get my clothes for me then Ms Swan?"
"And where would I find said clothes?"
"On the lid of the toilet dear,"
I scooped up the pressed clothing and as I moved too quickly, I hit my hip on the basin. Her clothes fell from my fingers and I quickly caught them all haphazardly as I stifled my yelp of pain. My eyes widened as I stared at the articles of clothing in my shaking hands.
"My clothes if you please?" Regina rested one hand on her hip, slightly annoyed but also clearly amused. Her clothes were normal; just a dark tee shirt and a pair of jeans if I had sussed them out correctly but it was the underwear that had my mouth watering. They were tiny scraps of champagne coloured silk that I knew for a fact, would complement her olive skin beautifully.
"Emma?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry, here," I quickly threw the clothes, one article at a time, over the door of the shower, pausing slightly at the silk panties. She didn't even thank me; probably assumed her little 'show' would be enough thanks. Chances were it was. We were silent as Regina slithered into her panties as gracefully and delicately as Cinderella would slip on her glass slipper. She hummed as she unzipped her pressed jeans and wiggled them up over her perfect arse. I watched and drooled and was so proud of myself that I hadn't stuck my hands down my pants. I mean, yeah she was getting dressed but it wasn't entirely…hand-down-pant worthy, yet. Until…until, until the Lord graced me with a moment of Regina losing her balance ever so slightly on the slippery shower floor. She yelped and her bare chest pressed up onto the glass door. Regina slammed one open palm against the door to steady herself and I almost ripped open the door and had her right there. Her nipples were magnificent and brown and mixed with the humidity inside the shower cubicle, definitely had me dry mouthed.
"Oh dear," Regina breathed. I wonder if she did that intentionally,
"Holy shit,"
Seriously, my name was Emma 'Classy' Swan, I swear. Her fingers clenched tightly as she heard me swear,
"Oh Ms Swan,"
I took step forward and put my hands up against the door, just over her breasts. I could feel the warmth of them through the glass. She huffed and straightened herself, peeling her damp chest off of the glass. Damn it. But I didn't move my hands. I watched a single finger of hers trail over the outline of my hand,
"Are you going to stay in there all day teasing me, or are you going to come out and face me, Ms Mills?" I growled playfully.
"I honestly don't know Emma, why don't you come in here and find out?"
I had almost yanked the door off its hinges before Regina had even finished her sentence. The humid smacked me right in the face as Regina stood stunned by my immediate reactions. She looked perfect with her wet hair tousled and dripping down her bare toned front and dampening the hem of her jeans.
"Jesus Regina," I let my eyes travel hungrily over the woman, "how the actual hell a-" but she threw herself at me before I could finish my exclamation; her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, throwing me off balance. I stumbled backwards and hit my back hard onto the cold bathroom wall. Regina crushed her lips forcefully onto mine. She pressed her boobs hard into mine and ran a single finger down over the apple of my cheek. Good God.
"Fuck, you are perfect," I mumbled into the crook of her shoulder, "so perfect,"
"And all yours," she breathed as she slowly placed hot open mouth kisses down my neck.
Literally have no idea what the fuck this chapter is, I can only apologise? Do I EVEN apologise? I don't know man...
Anyway, I can't promise I will be updating tomorrow but nonetheless, I will try.
And more sexy times are promised, just not...immediately... I've still got to write them, fuck.
please review xoxo