Chapter 8
Regina's POV
The sun shining through my window is bright and obtrusive and I squint as I open my eyes. I move to stretch, but my body is pinned down. I glance down and see a head of blonde hair resting on my chest and my arm is being pinned down by a body. Emma. Emma is here. Emma Swan is in my bed. It almost feels unreal. I run my fingers gently through her hair and then trace circles on her back with my fingers. She starts to grumble a little, and snuggle deeper into my body. I can't help but giggle.
"Emma, come on baby." I glance at the clock, "it's after 10am."
"So early," she mutters and I laugh again. Teenagers.
"We can make pancakes and eggs and bacon for breakfast."
One stunning blue eye cracks open and I grin. She doesn't speak, but stretches her body out, allowing me to do the same. She sits up, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yawning. God she's breath taking. She leans towards me and kisses my cheek.
"No kissing until I brush my teeth," and with that she stumbles out of bed and into the bathroom. I can feel the panic creep in when she disappears. Should I have done this? Oh shit, I have to text Katherine so she doesn't -.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my doorbell. Oh fuck. Emma steps out of the bathroom, tooth brush in hand, still in her underwear.
"What's that?" I stand from the bed and begin rummaging through my dresser, looking for a shirt to give Emma.
"Probably Katherine, if I'm very unlucky, which I am. Put some clothes on. I can't hide you from her," her eyes have gone wide and she turns pale.
"Regina-"She walks back into the bathroom and I hear her spit. I throw on jeans and a tank top and when she come out, I'm brushing my hair.
"It'll be fine, Emma. Katherine loves me and she just wants to make sure you're treating me right. You're perfect, so you have nothing to worry about," I kiss her quickly. The doorbell rings again. I go to the window and push it open, seeing Katherine at the front step.
"What the hell are you still doing in bed loser?" she shouts. I drop my head and starts laughing.
"I'm coming down, just give me a moment, you petulant child!" I close the window and then kiss Emma again. She's slipped on my clothes that I gave her. "You look hot in my clothes. Just saying," she blushes. "Come on, just come down with me," I take her hand and we walk downstairs.
I move to open the door and Emma draws back, her hand slipping out of mine.
"Gina, I don't know about this. I mean… she's your best friend for like forever and we just got together and I don't want her to hate me," she whispers it all to me, staring at her bare feet. I walk up to her.
"Emma Swan, look at me," she glances up. "You are mine now and I want you. It will be fine. Just be you, okay? Just be you. She will love you." I kiss her slowly, my arms circled around her neck. The doorbell rings obnoxiously again. I groan and then turn back to the door, pulling it open.
"Gina what the hell are you-," Katherine glances behind me and I wince, turning to look at Emma slightly. Her eyes turn to saucers and I can't help but giggle.
"Katherine, meet Emma Swan," neither of us have moved from the doorway,
"Emma Swan," Katherine appraises her, stepping past me and into the house.
"Hi," Emma says slowly, her hand extending towards Katherine. I'm surprised and apparently so is Katherine, because she pauses before she shakes her hand.
"Firm grip," they both just look at each other. "It's nice to meet you Katherine."
"The pleasure is all mine, Emma. So tell me did you spend the night here?" she blushes and Katherine turns to me "Regina Mills, you scoundrel!" she squeals with delight and I can't help but laugh, my initial panic gone.
"Would you like some breakfast, Kat? We were going to make bacon and eggs and pancakes," I glance at Emma and she seems to have relaxes a bit, a smile growing on her face.
"Please join us," she says warmly, and I beam at her. She walks to my side and slips her arm around my waist.
"Well if Emma insist, how can I say no?" she winks and I roll my eyes.
We all go into the kitchen where I being the preparation for the pancakes and direct Emma to the pans to start the bacon and eggs. Katherine, as usual, takes her place on one of the bar stools.
"So, Emma. What are you going to school for?"
"Well, I'm sure you already know. How extensively have you been internet stalking me?" I choke on the orange juice that I'm drinking. Katherine's eyebrow raises.
"She's smart, I'll give her that. Not incredibly, dear. Photography major? Yes?" Emma nods. "Regina has told me all about you."
"Katherine!" Emma turns to look at me, a bright smile on her face. "I didn't tell her that much," my voice fades off quietly, knowing I've been caught. Katherine is giggling like a child. Emma walks over and kisses my nose.
"Babe, its okay, your secrets is safe with me," she winks and I swoon again. Oh my dear Swan.
"Smart and affectionate? You scored a winner, Gina."
"She's my girl, what can u say?" the cocky Emma Swan I have grown to adore is showing her face and I've never felt prouder.
"How old are you, Emma?"
"Katherine!" I scold.
"What?! Don't pretend you aren't curious!"
"Katherine, now is not the time."
"Gina, relax baby," she turns to Katherine, "I just turned nineteen." Damn. I'm instantly reminded of our age difference but brush it off. Katherine looks surprised and I wince, waiting for the snarky remarks to come pouring out.
"You act much older," is all she says and I sigh in relief. Thank you for not ruining this Katherine.
By the time we finish breakfast, Katherine has finished her Spanish inquisition and she and Emma are chatting amicably together. There's always dinner… The snarky, pessimistic voice in my head reminds me. We've moved into the living room, Emma and I occupying the love seat and Katherine is in my father's old leather chair.
"What time are you getting Henry, Gina?"
"Oh around three."
"Hey," Emma turns her head to look at me, "Could we stop by campus? As much as I love your clothes… I would like to wear my own to meet your son." I glance up at Katherine who has a giant smile on her face.
"How about this? I'll go pick up Henry and take him to get ice cream, so you guys and go freshen up. Emma can get a change of clothes. And I'll bring Henry back here at five?"
"Sure, Katherine, that sounds great. You sure you don't mind?"
"Of course not. I haven't spent time with the little squirt in a while." Emma and I exchange a shy smile. "And I think this is my cue to head out. I'll see you two love birds at five. Can't wait to see you in fancy clothes, Emma." Emma rolls her eyes.
"You know I dress to impress you Kat." I think I've died and gone to heaven, we both stand and walk Kat to the door.
"Regina, may I have a moment with you?" I glance at Emma.
"I'll just… get started on cleaning the kitchen. I'll see you tonight Katherine. It was a surprising pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise, Emma Swan," and with that, Emma sends me a quick glance and then scampers off into the kitchen.
"What's up, Kat?" I eye her skeptically, worried about what she could want to say without Emma around. "She's perfect, Gina." I grin widely. Of course she is. She's mine. "I'm so happy for you and I trust her with you inexplicably." She hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek. "It's obvious she has feelings for you. This is everything I've ever wanted for you."
"She's perfect," I agree. "I'm a very lucky women."
"So is she," she winks, and then walks down the front steps and down the street. I smile, watching her walk away. That best friend of mine. She really is something.
I walk into the kitchen to fine Emma studiously scrubbing the bacon and grease off the pan.
"Emma," I call to her. She glances up and immediately drops the pan into the sink and walks over to me, putting her arms around my neck.
"Did I do okay?" she looks nervous.
"She loves you." I grin.
"Really?"
"Yes. Absolutely, inexplicably, completely loves you." She grabs my hand and begins to pull me upstairs. "Emma! We have dishes to wash!"
"They can wait. I want to take a shower and you're coming with me."
Emma's POV
I'm high on the feeling of being accepted by Regina's best friend. I can tell Katherine means a lot to her. I stop us midway up the stairs and turn to Regina.
"I've forgotten something very important."
"What is it?" she looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes and I feel like I can hardly breathe. I move so your faces are only inches apart.
"Be my girlfriend," I whisper. She stares at me for a long time and then kisses me, her hands tangling in my hair and I moan.
"Yes," she breathes into my ear. "Yes Emma Swan. I will most certainly be your girlfriend." I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. She's mine. It's her turn to lead as she pulls me up the stairs and into her bathroom. She turns the shower water on and then turns to me pulling my shirt over my head. She kisses me as soon as my shirt clears my head.
"Regina," I gasp as her lips attach to my neck. She pulls her body away from mine and immediately shimmies out of her jeans and pulls her tank top over her head. I'm once again completely floured by her beauty. She's mine. She's my girlfriend. I take off the rest of my clothes, as she does, and we stare at each other for a moment before she pulls the door open to the shower. She steps inside and I follow closely behind her.
"Stand under the water and wet your hair," she demands. I oblige quickly, tilting my neck back so the water spills into my hair and down to my chest. I watch as her fingers follow the water on my body. When she gets to my stomach she tickles me slightly, causing me to giggle. "You're so beautiful, Emma," she whispers. I sigh in response feeling like I'm being worshiped. When I feel my hair sufficiently wet, I tilt my neck forward and move so our bodies are almost touching.
"Turn," she says quietly and, once again, I oblige quickly. I hear a cap snap off and suddenly her fingers are in my hair, washing it slowly, lathering the shampoo in my hair. I moan quietly as her fingers work at my scalp. How is this so arousing? A moan slips out before I can help myself and I hear her groan quietly behind me.
"Regina," I breathe. I feel like I'm intoxicated by her sent.
"Rinse," and I turn again to rinse the shampoo from my hair.
"Your turn," she immediately turns and wets her hair. When she turns back, her dark wet hair falls past her shoulders. I squirt shampoo into my hands and start to lather. She moans and I smile, relieved to know I have the same effect on her. I glance down at her ass. Damn. I'm lucky. This beautiful women is willingly giving herself to me. I release her head and she turns to rinse. When her head tilts forward again, I see her eyes have darkened considerably; they're almost black now.
"I'm going to kiss you now," she whispers. I nod my head. I can't tell if it's the steam in the shower or the electricity between us is suffocating me, but what I do know is that when her lips touch mine, I feel a weight lift off my chest and I melt into her. Her hands sink into my hair again and she molds herself to me, pushing ne until I hit the cold shower wall. I hiss at the cool sensation until her hot mouth attaches to my neck and sucks viciously.
"Damn, Gina!" I lace my fingers in her hair, tugging gently. She breaks contact to groan quietly and I tug her mouth to mine, claiming them. Our tongues battle for dominance. I feel her hands moving from my shoulder to my breasts where she pinches my nipples roughly and I moan, throwing my head back.
"Everyone will know you're mine, Emma," she whispers hotly in my ear. I moan and, before I can think better of it, I deliver a harsh slap to her ass. She jumps slightly and then moans loudly, the sound echoing in the shower. I can't help the grim that spreads across my face. "Goddamn it, Emma!"
"And you're mine, Regina." I whirl us around and press her back to the wall. She's panting heavily. I attach my lips to her nipple sucking and licking until she's moaning incoherently.
"Emma," she groans.
"Yes. Regina?"
"I need you," she pants. I press my body into hers and she moans.
"Wrap your leg around my waist," I instruct her. She lifts her left leg immediately. I kiss her slowly and bring my fingers to her entrance, swirling them in the wetness I find there.
"Emma, don't tease baby."
"But Gina, baby you're so wet."
"All for you, Emma. I need you to make me come. Please baby." I move my fingers to her clit and rub it in quick, circular motions. She throws her head back and groans, rocking her hips.
"Look at me, Regina." When her eyes meet mine, I quickly slide two fingers inside her. Her eyes shut and she throws her head back again. "No, baby. Look at me. I want to watch you fall apart." When she opens her eyes, I begin to move slowly inside of her.
"Oh, Emma," she breathes. Her eyes never leave mine and I start to pick up the pace. Her hips rock into me, keeping the pace with my thrusts as best she can. Her walls are hot and wet and tight and the feeling of being inside of her overwhelms me with arousal. "Emma, yes baby! Just like that, my love. Oh fuck!" I curl my fingers inside her and start rubbing her clit with my thumb.
"Look at me, Gina!" her moans are vibrating off the walls, the steam around us in a cloud of lust. Her eyes meet mine again and I can tell she's close. "Come for me, let go baby," and she does, loudly, her eyes slamming shut a high pitched keen ripping from her throat. I help her come down from her orgasm and then bring her leg back down to the floor. She wraps her arms around my neck and draws me into her, burying her face in my neck.
"Emma Swan, the things you do to me will never stop surprising me," I smile.
"You're so beautiful Regina," I kiss her damp hair and breathe in the apple scented shampoo.
"Can I wash your body?" she asks and I nod, swallowing a lump in my throat. I watch as she squirts body wash into her hands and lathers it a little before bringing her hands to my neck. She moves down to my arms, and then back up to my chest. Neither of us are speaking and her eyes follow her hands. I watch intently, completely floored by her actions. Her hands move to my breasts and washes then gently before moving down to my stomach. She squirts more body wash into her hands and move down to my legs, all the way down to my ankles, before moving back up my legs and nudges them apart a little bit, washing gently between my legs. She turns my body and washes my ass.
I'm surprised by the sudden slap across my right cheek. I yelp and then turn to look at her, knelt down, her face leveled with my ass, and her soapy hands on me. She grins a cheeky grin at me and I can't help but laugh a little. She stands, her hands moving up my back and to my shoulders where she massages them gently. I moan, her hands working magic on my body.
When she's done, she pushes me into the spray and runs her hands down my body again, washing away the soap. Her eyes finally meet mine and I smile before kissing her lips gently.
"That was such a turn on," I whisper. She nods.
"I want to make love to you, Emma," she breathes. This moment feels so real and pure. I nod my head, unable to find the words. "I want to be in my bed." I can't help the gasp that flies out of my mouth. I nod again and she turns off the water before stepping out. I follow behind her.
She wraps a towel around me first and then herself. We both start to dry out hair and she grabs a brush and starts to untangle any knots in my hair as I watch her in the mirror. What an amazing and nurturing woman. I don't think I've ever been to intimate with someone in my life. When she finishes my hair, she brushes hers, and then takes me hand pulls me into the bedroom.
She draws the curtains tightly, bathing the room in darkness, and then moves to me, dropping her towel.
I am helpless because all I can do is stare at the goddess in front of me. I don't think I'll ever get over this. I'm still holding my towel to my chest, frozen at the sight of Regina Mills, damp and naked, walking towards me. When she's finally toe to toe with me, she pulls my towel from my hands and it drops to the floor. Her eyes roam my body hungrily and her hands move to my waist, bringing our bodies flush together.
"Oh," I gasp. Regina Mills is a feeling all her own. Soft and supple but still strong and defined.
"Get in bed, Emma." I move to the bed, laying on my back in the middle of the mattress, waiting for her to join me. She crawls from the end of the bed to me, positioning herself over me, our bodies inches apart. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life.
"Kiss me," I bed, desperate for her touch. Her lips find mine in an instant, her tongue parting my lips and joining mine to dance a familiar and erotic dance. My hands move to her pack, pulling her closer to me, and then down to her breasts. I cradle them in the palms of my hands, feeling their fullness, and then pinch the nipple. She breaks our kiss to cry out, her eyes closed tightly.
"Emma," she breathes. Her lips move to my neck and she begins to trail down my body, peppering me with love bites. I'm gasping and squirming, desperate for her touch. Her lips have moved to me breasts, where she is sucking and lucking harshly, well aware what it does to me. My hands slide into her hair and push her closer to me, urging her to continue but desperate for her to move on. I have no idea how she does this to me. I feel like I'm in a haze. Her lips move to my stomach and I feel the muscles quivering under her touch. This time, I push her head down, desperate to have the pressure building inside me released.
"Regina," I finally gasp, breaking out silence, "Regina, please I need you," and she smirks, a shit-eating, self0satisfied smirk. "You are such a tease, Regina Mills!"
"Is there a problem, Ms. Swan?" she teases and I groan. Shit that makes me wet.
"I want you inside me," she groans, "but you don't seem very willing to do that."
"Have patience, Ms. Swan, and I'll make you come so hard." I have no idea which way is up now. My head is completely spinning and cloudy with arousal. I groan in frustration. Suddenly, I'm greeted with her tongue rubbing my clit and her fingers teasing my entrance.
"Oh god!" I moan. Her fingers slip into me slowly and I immediately thrust my hips up, desperate to have her all the way inside me. "Fuck! Regina, please. Don't tease me," I'm still panting, my chest heaving. She begins pumping her fingers slowly but deeply, curling them as she pulls out.
"Oh god! Yes, baby! Oh, fuck, yes!" I lace my fingers in her hair and pull slightly, requesting her to come up to me. She moves up my body, supporting herself with one arm while the other hand continues to move slowly inside of me.
"Emma Swan, you are so beautiful," she says reverently. Her eyes have clouded over and she's smiling at me,
"Regina," I whisper, to overcome with sensation.
"Shhh. Just let me make love to you, Emma." My eyes close and I allow the sensations to wash over me. Her lips are at my neck, kissing and sucking and she is whispering little nothings into my ear. Her pace has picked up steadily and she's pumping into me quickly and deeply.
"Oh god, just like that. Regina, oh my god!" I can't take it anymore. The tightening in my stomach is growing and I feel it will give away soon. "Regina! Fuck! Yes, right there! Oh Gina!" and suddenly my orgasm is washing over me.
When I open my eyes, Regina is curled into my body. I shift a little, feeling the emptiness of where her fingers use to be. She glances up at me, a breathtaking smile on her face. I mimic it as best I can through my haze.
"You're perfect," I murmur. Her smile widens
"You're perfect," she counters and I giggle a bit. I close my eyes and sigh. "Don't sleep, baby. We have a long day ahead of us." I groan, stretching my muscles.
"Is it always going to be like this?" she looks at me. On eyebrow raised. "All this sex?" her eyes widen for a moment and she starts laughing her beautiful laugh. I smile at her, the way her head tilts back when she laughs. Her hair, for one is down and not in a ponytail. It's long and damp and falls down her back. "What's so funny?" I demand.
"We had quite a bit of sex the last twenty-four hours, haven't we?" I nod my head. She shrugs her shoulder. "I have no idea if it will always be like this. I think eventually we will both get very, very tired. But there will be NO more sex at school again, understood? And probably no more beach sex. I have no idea what I was thinking with that one." I know she's serious, but there's a twinkle in her eye and I can't help but laugh.
"Yes, professor Mills." I wink at her. "I promise to never accidently walk in on you playing piano and looking perhaps the sexiest you have ever looked and I promise not to allow you to take me to the beach and make love to me unless it's really necessary," we both are laughing now. She smiles at me and kisses me nose before sitting up and crossing her legs Indian-style next to me.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Sit up with me. I want to talk." I feel dreed start to boil in the pit of my stomach; I sit up slowly, my muscles sore from all the tension. I mirror her, our knees toughing, and I pull the sheet up with me to cover my naked body.
"What's wrong?" I realize I'm completely terrified of what she's going to say. You already fucked up, Swan. Way to go. This is the best relationship you've ever had and you already fucked up.
"I want to talk to you about the man who fathered Henry."