A/N: Warning - I do not rate M for nothing. Also, is there, like, a thesaurus of sex words somewhere..? I feel that my vocabulary is getting left behind. Thank you so much for reading, and for all the pleas for more chapters. I'll see what I can do, but take this as the end for now. SO MUCH LOVE!
Regina drove barefoot to the abandoned airfield that was now the test track. Emma rolled down her window and let the wind rush through her hair, cooling her flushed cheeks. Regina's hand drifted from the shifter (she vastly preferred the manual gearbox) and found Emma's fingers. Their hands twisted together. They didn't even look at each other, they stared out at the road instead, watching the white lines fly past, the streetlights zooming by like shooting stars.
Emma never wanted the journey to end. In this car, in this place… Everything was where it should be. She had never felt anything like this, with Becca, with her life, she hadn't had time, but even before that… She had never felt safe like this. She had never felt someone else's hand wound up with hers and felt that it was right.
Regina pulled up at the small building, containing a bathroom, some chairs, and a coffee machine. She led Emma inside, only letting go of her hand for the brief moment when they got out of the car. They brought the clothes inside to change, but when they went in, neither of them turned the lights on. The floodlights from the track illuminated the room a little, everything had a dull, silvery glow.
Emma dropped Regina's hand and stared at her, the way the limited light played across her face, shining in her eyes, throwing dancing shadows on her skin. It was dead quiet, but the quiet meant peace. It meant they were alone, and together.
Emma turned her back on Regina; Regina placed her hands on Emma's bare shoulders, then slowly undid the zipper at the back of the flowing red dress. It fell to the floor in a pool of silk, leaving Emma standing in nothing but simple black underwear and her sneakers. Regina reached for the jumpsuit, but Emma stopped her. She turned, giving Regina a full view of her toned body, then closed any space between them, capturing Regina's lips with her own.
Tongues clashed, there was no question of waiting, no possibility of taking it slow. Regina was almost small without her shoes, but her passion and confidence gave her height far beyond the physical. She devoured Emma, this mysterious woman who had somehow become her family in five short days. Emma pushed back, deepening the kiss, tugging at Regina's shirt and jacket. They stumbled a little as they tried to remove more clothes without ever separating their mouths, but it wasn't long before they were both down to their underwear.
There was a faint taste of champagne as they continued to kiss, hands resting on waists as they prepared to accelerate. Regina moaned softly as Emma bit down on her lip, just enough to send sparks surging down her body.
"Wait," she said suddenly, pulling away.
"What?" Emma asked breathlessly.
"I… This isn't just one time?"
Regina wondered if she could have made it more awkward if she'd tried, but Emma just smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere," Emma said, pulling Regina back in, their hips crashing together. "Are you?"
Regina opened her mouth to say no but Emma swallowed her words with another kiss, even more desperate than the first. Their hands were no longer still; they explored smooth skin with a hunger, a need, that neither of them had even acknowledged before.
Regina knew the room better than Emma. She swung them towards the couch, pushing Emma back until her knees were knocked out by the seat. She moved to straddle the blonde, twisting her hands in long curly hair and kissing wildly, moving her kisses gradually downward, along Emma's jaw, neck, collarbone-
Emma pushed back, almost crying out with desire as she rolled Regina beneath her. She pressed her thigh between Regina's legs, enjoying the gasp of pleasure she elicited before kissing those full, red lips yet again.
Regina bucked her hips as Emma smeared lipstick at the base of her neck, sucking at her pulse point in a delectable way. Emma mirrored the movement, using her knee to wind Regina even higher.
Regina sat up, not wanting to overtake by too much. She was still wearing her red lacy bra; it rubbed against Emma's pert nipples, making Emma moan, pressing their bodies closer. They knelt together on the couch; Emma unfastened Regina's bra and they shuffled, extracting the garment from the tangle of their bodies. Regina giggled; it shook their bodies in a way that made Emma see stars, then with newfound strength, she pushed Regina back and brought her mouth to a breast, sucking hard as Regina's back arched into her. She continued to play with it with her teeth and tongue, then moved across to the next one, Regina writhing beneath her.
Emma snaked a hand down to Regina's inner thigh, brushing briefly against wet red lace. She grinned into Regina's skin, then proceeded to pepper kisses down her ribs and stomach. Regina moaned again, desperate for release but at the same time, never wanting the fire in her body to end.
Emma moved swiftly, getting the red lace panties out of the way and swiping her tongue along the length of Regina's sex. Regina let out a sound close to a scream.
"Fuck, Emma," she managed to say as Emma's tongue explored her folds, her entrance, always falling just short of where Regina wanted it most. She grabbed Emma's hair, holding her in place. Emma chuckled, causing her tongue to slip over Regina's swollen center.
Regina bucked her hips involuntarily. Emma grinned into her new favourite place and after a few more skilled swipes of her tongue, latched her mouth onto Regina's clit and sucked, hard, holding her hips to guide her through her orgasm until she floated down in a series of aftershocks.
Regina tasted herself on Emma's lips as their bodies melted together on the couch. She rolled carefully on top, leaning down to decorate Emma's body with kisses in a similar way to what the blonde had done to her, holding Emma's hand as she did so. Her free hand danced across Emma's skin, tracing patterns steadily lower, finding its way into her underwear, pulling them out of the way. She traced Emma's slit with her finger, the sensitive skin just as soaked as she was.
Regina almost came apart again when she saw the look in Emma's eyes. Their gazes locked as she added her middle finger to her index, and gently massaged Emma's folds, then slipped inside her, pushing harder at Emma's incredibly positive reaction. Her pace increased; she knew how much Emma needed this if her own feelings were anything to go by.
She rubbed her thumb against Emma's core with every thrust, angling herself to push deeper, more smoothly. She didn't notice Emma's leg between her own until Emma raised her knee, causing chaos in her already aroused body. She continued the motion of her fingers, leaning down for another kiss, her tongue copying her hand. At the last moment she moved her head back to meet Emma's open eyes, watching as Emma exploded beneath her.
Emma's cries would have been enough, but the jerk of her thigh made Regina collapse on top of her, spasming with her second orgasm. Emma moved to hold them together, keeping their eyes on each other as they came back to earth.
"So," Emma said after a minute of blissful silence. "Can I drive your racecar now?"