A/N: Time to earn that M rating. Don't read this at work. Or church. ;)
Regina spotted the sulking sheriff across her yard, head bent in rejection, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket, as she walked away in the direction of her parked car.
"Emma," Regina called out. The name nearly caught in her throat.
Emma turned at the sound of Regina's voice. The deeply etched frown that marred her beautiful features softened, but didn't entirely go away. Instead of retreating, she began to walk back towards the Mifflin Street mansion, and her final steps quickened, her legs seemingly elongating, to narrow the distance as if she feared Regina might send her away again.
Regina opened her mouth, but she didn't know what she might say. She hadn't thought past stopping Emma from leaving. But it turned out, she didn't need to speak.
Emma continued toward her, and in one fluid motion, her outstretched hand curved up Regina's neck. Her fingers traveled through glossy, raven-black hair and pulled Regina toward her until their parted mouths had no choice but to meet.
Emma lifted her second hand to Regina's cheek and cupped the other woman's face in a fierce, impassioned kiss. Regina made a small noise of surprise when Emma's tongue pushed past her teeth and danced in her mouth. She pressed back to meet the aggressive stance of the slightly taller woman until they became a tangle of arms and tongues and gnashing teeth.
Emma pushed forward to walk Regina back into her home. With her hands currently occupied, she used the heel of her boot to close the front door. Regina had only enough spare space in her consciousness to register that Emma had probably left a scuffmark on the back of her door, but she was too far gone to care.
"Why?" Regina managed the one-worded question when they finally pulled away to come up for air.
"I figured I owed you."
Regina raised an eyebrow. "Are we even now?"
"I don't think so. Do you?"
"Upstairs," came Regina's one-worded answer.
She didn't wait for Emma's reply before grabbing her hand and turning to climb the stairs.
Emma obediently followed Regina up the wide, plush staircase that led to the second-level of the mayor's home. Normally she would have taken in the details of yet another part of Regina's home she had never seen before if not for the distraction of the slight sway in Regina's walk as she ascended the stairs and the way her backside flexed with each step.
Emma felt her palms grow sweaty as she carefully maneuvered the stairs. It wasn't from the exertion of climbing stairs though; it had everything to do with the woman who held her hand and guided her upstairs.
Regina's king-sized bed dwarfed the large master bedroom. The presence of the meticulously made bed and the mountain of useless, decorative pillows grounded Emma, forcing her to take stock of what it seemed like they were about to do.
Emma dropped Regina's hand and hesitated in the doorway. "Have you ever ... with a woman?" she asked.
"It's been a while," Regina conceded, "but as Queen, I took pleasure in both male and female companions."
"Oh." Emma blinked once. "How very … progressive of you."
Regina slid a single finger beneath Emma's chin. "Do I detect jealousy, my dear?"
Emma's emerald eyes stared defiantly back. "No."
"I wanted to set that Walsh man on fire the moment I knew who he was to you," Regina admitted.
A small, pleased smile reached Emma's lips. "Really?"
"I'm not one for empty flattery. I meant it when I called you exquisite, Emma," Regina stated. "Even when I was despising your existence, I could recognize how special you were."
Emma could no longer hold her eye contact. The way Regina looked at her with such desire and focus had her melting beneath its intensity.
"Kiss me, Emma," Regina commanded.
The tip of Emma's tongue wet the cleft in her bottom lip.
Emma tentatively took a step into Regina's personal space and carefully rested her hands on the other woman's hips. She moved with cautious precision as if in a dream-like state. She still couldn't believe that this was happening. But it felt like something that had been a longtime coming.
Still in her boots, Emma was slightly taller than Regina in her bare feet. She allowed herself an indulgent moment to stare deep into Regina's caramel-colored eyes. She had never felt bold enough to do so in the past. Anytime their eyes had locked, she'd quickly looked away, afraid of the repercussions of having been caught staring.
Regina's dark eyes fluttered shut when the hands at her hips tightened and firmly, but slowly, pulled her closer. Emma's fingers went to the front of Regina's Oxford shirt. She tugged the shirt free from the waistband of Regina's black dress pants and, starting with the lowest fasten, began to unbutton Regina's shirt, one button at a time. Beneath the fabric of Regina's cotton shirt, the tips of Emma's fingers slipped over skin that was impossibly soft and firm at the same time. Regina audibly hissed at the tentative contact.
How she ached to see what was under Regina's clothes. She'd been tempted—so tempted—to let her gaze linger longer than what was proper when they'd been in Regina's hotel room in New York, but the knowledge that Regina had been drunk had had her looking elsewhere. Now she no longer had that excuse, and her eyes drank greedily of the exquisite body that slowly came into view.
One button after the next were freed from their strangling noose until Regina's shirt hung loose on her body with the center plane of her body exposed: the feminine abdomen, the bra-encased breasts, the defined collarbone.
"I want to burn this memory in my mind," Emma told her. "I want to always remember you like this."
"We're just getting started," Regina husked.
Regina grabbed the bottom hem of Emma's cotton Henley top and pulled the garment up and over Emma's upper torso. Her hands went next to the heavy leather belt around the other woman's waist. She tugged up—hard—causing Emma to quietly groan when the material of her jeans dug roughly into her sex.
Regina peppered warm kisses across Emma's shoulders and collarbone and her hands went to unfasten Emma's belt and unsnap the top button of her jeans.
Emma clamped her fingers around Regina's wrist, stopping her. "Are you sure about this?" she panted.
Regina's eyes flashed in warning. She abhorred the interruption. She didn't want to think, she just wanted to feel. "No."
The fingers around Regina's wrist loosened and she took that opportunity to dive deeper into the front of Emma's jeans, shove the cotton swatch of her underwear to the side, and slide her outstretched fingers across Emma's slick heat. Both women simultaneously groaned, Emma at the feeling germinating between her thighs and Regina at feeling the wetness that had already accumulated there.
"Oh my God, Regina," Emma gasped.
Regina felt the familiar tug of a patented smirk tug at her lips when she swiped the pad of her thumb across Emma's clit causing the other woman's knees to brace and buckle.
Beneath the tight confines of Emma's jeans, Regina wiggled her fingers as best she could. Emma soon grew impatient with the awkward bumping and difficult angle and took it upon herself to remove her boots and pull her jeans past her hips and thighs and calves to afford Regina more room.
Regina carefully withdrew her hand from Emma's underwear and brought her fingers to her mouth. Her eye contact pinned Emma in place as she slowly licked the blonde's arousal from her fingers.
"Delicious," she husked.
"Are you gonna get naked, too?" Emma asked, trying not to faint on the spot at the sight of Regina licking her fingers clean. "I'm feeling a little overdressed here."
Regina's eyelashes fluttered prettily. "I think I can manage that, Emma."
Emma loved the way Regina said her name—the way it tripped and tickled across her tongue. She shivered slightly, anticipating just what that tongue might feel like on the rest of her body.
Regina slipped out of her open dress shirt and reached behind her back to locate the fastening to her bra. With one deft move, she unclipped the eyelet and the bra fell delicately to the floor along with her shirt. Her hands went to the front of her dress pants next and she popped free the hidden button and slowly inched the front zipper down, keenly aware of the emerald eyes that hungrily watched her.
When Regina was stripped down to her underwear, Emma made the next move, falling back onto the mattress, and in one fluid motion, she pulled Regina down on top of her. Regina's knee instinctively went between Emma's slightly parted thighs, and she was unable to stifle her moan. When their naked breasts touched for the first time, they kissed fiercely; their tongues dueled and teeth gnashed unapologetically.
Regina knew she would probably have a panic attack in the morning, but for now she tried to enjoy this moment. She pushed the naysayers and nagging voices from her thoughts. Emma Swan was in her bed. Emma Swan was hungrily pressing her mouth against her own; Emma Swan was whimpering with need.
With each touch, Emma became bolder and Regina became less anxious. She pressed her knee harder against the juncture between Emma's thighs, and whose body lifted from the mattress and molded against Regina's slight curves.
Regina's right hand found its way between Emma's thighs where her knee had been pressed. She cupped her there, hard, feeling Emma's warmth burning through the thin material of her underwear. Regina dug her heel in and rubbed in a wide circle, providing pressure—just enough to keep Emma clawing at her back—but not enough for her to grow lazy from her own desire. It was a delicate balance, this give-and-take. Satisfy too soon and one's own needs go unattended.
Regina summoned an unexpected willpower and tore herself away from Emma's quickly addictive mouth. We have time, she reassured herself. They didn't have to paw each other like teenagers fumbling and groping in the back of a car in an abandoned parking lot.
Emma's breath was still uneven as she lay on her back, and Regina watched the ragged rise and fall of her chest. She ran her fingertips down the center of Emma's body, down the fine column of her throat, between creamy, supple breasts, and down to her flat abdomen. Emma's emerald eyes fluttered shut, and she rounded her back into the surprisingly gentle touch.
Emma cried out when she felt the first contact—warm, wanting, wet kisses fluttering briefly over her naked breasts. Regina kissed the underside of Emma's breast and slowly traced a line to her nipple with the tip of her tongue. Emma gasped at the sudden sensation as Regina's tongue lashed against the sensitive bud before she took Emma's nipple gently between her teeth. Her tongue flicked the jumbled nerves back and forth from within the humid cavern of her open mouth. Emma arched her back even more, holding Regina's mouth tight against her breast, crying out into the room.
Emma lifted her hips off the bed, straining for more contact. Rather than grind down against her, Regina undulated with her, denying the other woman's unspoken plea. Instead, she selfishly reveled at the sight of the frustrated woman pinned beneath her.
Emma began to whimper from frustration. "Please, Regina," she pled.
Regina took her time, running her palms over tender, flawless thighs. She dug her thumbs in and watched Emma come undone. She should have relented, should have given in to the overwhelming desire to lean in and run her tongue along the length of Emma's folds. But she didn't want this to be over. She wanted to make this last in case it was an experience limited to only that night.
She ran her hands up the length of Emma's pale, inner thighs until her fingertips rested on the other woman's hipbones and her thumbs brushed against far more sensitive skin at the juncture between her legs. She kept her hands immobile, save for the rhythmic up and down motion of her thumbs. Her short thumbnails stroked along Emma's most vulnerable flesh.
Regina slid down to belly-button level and kissed and licked the bare skin, marveling at how her touch made Emma's stomach tighten to form enviously defined muscles. She slid lower still and leaned in to breath warm air against Emma's most sensitive parts. Emma moaned and her thighs tensed beneath Regina's hands.
Finally, Regina's fingers curled beneath the elastic waistband of Emma's underwear. She paused and stared into those deep, emerald eyes, silently asking permission. In answer, Emma's hips rose off the bed, and Regina held her breath as she pulled off Emma's remaining clothes.
Regina wet her lips, preparing herself for what she was about to do. "Brace yourself," she mumbled aloud. It was unclear if the warning was for Emma or for herself.
Regina breathed in deeply, overcome with Emma's scent. Tentatively, she inched her tongue closer to Emma's shaved, satin skin. She slipped her tongue along her outside folds, tasting the early desire that had accumulated there. She heard Emma sigh as she gently parted her lips and blew onto the exposed skin before sinking her tongue deep inside.
"Oh my God." Emma's hands immediately went to the back of Regina's head, forcing her tongue deeper into her wet sex. Regina nuzzled her nose against Emma's swollen clit, practically feeling her heartbeat through the tiny bundle of flesh.
Regina tightened her grip on Emma's upper thighs. The blonde was delicious, tangy and clean; her eyes practically rolled back into her head at the taste. She licked deeper, allowing Emma's arousal to coat her tongue and lips, and she hummed against her skin.
"Regina!" Emma cried when the other woman's tongue finally came into contact with her sensitive clit. Regina flicked her tongue against the tiny nub, causing Emma's hips to involuntarily cant toward the ceiling.
Emma's hips jerked and bucked. "Please, Regina. I need your fingers," she unabashedly begged.
Not wanting to waste anymore precious time, Regina ran her hand down Emma's stomach one final time before parting her lips with her fingers and sinking two digits deep inside. She glanced fleetingly up at Emma only to see the other woman bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Regina slowly withdrew her now-coated fingers, feeling Emma's inner walls quickly adjust to the intrusion. She lazily slid her fingers up and down Emma's slit, rubbing her arousal over the smooth skin. Regina pushed her fingers deep again and remained motionless while she captured her tiny bud between her lips.
Emma gasped. "Regina. Oh God. I'm so wet for you."
Regina withdrew her fingers and pushed them back in hard and began to attack Emma's insides with even and steady strokes. She could feel Emma's inner walls clamp tightly around her fingers, and the click of her wet sex filled the room.
Regina closed her eyes, freeing her mind of any misgivings. All that existed was the exquisite woman wrapped around her fingers and the burning ache between her own legs. She lapped and tongued Emma's clit while she continued to thrust her fingers in and out, while Emma's thighs quivered around her ears.
"I'm gonna…" Emma gasped suddenly. "I…I'm so…so…close. I—Oh, God. Don't stop, please don't stop," she rambled.
Regina removed her mouth for a moment and stared deep into Emma's pleading eyes. "That's it. Cum for me, Emma. Let yourself go," Regina coaxed as she quickened her strokes.
"God," Emma moaned. "Fuck. Fuck. It's so good. I can't…I…oh God. Oh yes. Your fingers. Yes, just like that," she chanted. Her body shook uncontrollably and she bounced around the bed, practically fucking herself on Regina's hand.
Regina took one last glance at the stunning woman on her bed. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, more to herself, and recaptured Emma's clit between her parted lips.
"Oh shit!" Emma cried. Her body jolted upright in bed. She grabbed Regina and placed gentle, but desperate pressure on the back of her head, while entangling her fingers in Regina's silken hair. "Regina," she panted. "I'm… Fuck!"
Regina looked up when she heard a soft thump to see Emma had fallen backwards onto the bed. Her eyes were closed tight, and her mouth was twisted into a small smile of satisfaction. She released the death-grip on Regina's now-tangled hair and breathed out a soft sigh.
Regina slowly and gently eased her saturated fingers out and soothed Emma's tender sex with small licks. She smiled serenely and wiped at her mouth with the aid of Emma's inner thighs. "Good?" she asked with only a mild amount of trepidation.
Emma flexed and curled her toes. "So good. God. Why didn't we do that sooner?"
Regina crawled up the bed shakily. Her arms were sore and heart thumped heavily in her chest. "I believe it might have something to do with you being a stubborn idiot, my dear."
"Shhhh," Emma mumbled. "Can't feel my legs. Words don't work either."
Regina pulled the tangled bed sheet up to cover them both. Emma reached for the woman who had completely unraveled her, hugging her tight to her now sweaty form.
Regina rested her head on Emma's bare chest and listened to the rhythmic lub-dubbing as her heart struggled to return to its normal beat. Without exchanging words, they simultaneously breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled.
Snow White leaned over the fallen body of her prince.
Regina looked to Snow White in earnest. "This won't be in vain. We will get back to Storybrooke. We will defeat…" She trailed off as the one person they'd been trying to evade flew into her castle, perched on her broom—Zelena.
The Wicked Witch of the West floated above the simmering cauldron that contained the Dark Curse. She cast her hand in the air and a green, shimmery material floated into the bubbling liquid.
"Zelena." Regina spit out the name as though it left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Did you really think you could enact Rumple's Dark Curse and I wouldn't know about it?" Zelena chirped, looking pleased with herself.
"No, but I didn't really care," Regina snapped. "You're too late."
A look of disgust crawled onto Zelena's features. "Actually I'm not." She turned to Snow White, who remained on the marble floor with her unconscious husband. "I'm afraid you sacrificed your charming husband for nothing."
Snow White's eyes widened in regretful panic. "Regina, he can't die in vain," she breathed.
Regina scowled. "She's bluffing. Once the curse is enacted it can't be stopped."
"I may not be able to stop it, but that doesn't mean I can't spice it up a bit." Zelena smiled. "How does a forgetting potion sound?"
Snow and Regina's attention flicked over to the expanding green cloud spilling out of the cauldron.
"Mm, sorry," Zelena purred. "Did you need your memories in the new land? Were you planning to stop me? Or, for that matter recognize me?"
Snow White mustered what little hope she had left. "We'll find a way," she said in a voice of wavering defiance.
"Without knowing any of this? I doubt it. You'll be too busy looking for your husband. You won't even know about his sacrifice. Just endlessly wondering where he could be," Zelena cruelly mocked, "always fearing the worst.
Zelena regarded her half-sister with contempt. "Pay attention, sis. This is how you take away a happy ending."
Regina's eyes snapped open and she sucked in a gasping breath.
Emma stirred beside her in bed. "What's wrong?" she rasped.
Regina's chest heaved as though she'd just run a great distance. "I remember," she announced. "Everything." She threw the covers off of her naked body. "God damn it, Zelena," she cursed.
"Zelena?" The name sounded familiar, but it took a moment for Emma's sleep-addled brain to make the connection. "The midwife?"
Regina reached for the silk robe thrown over a high-backed chair in the bedroom. "She's my sister," she scowled as she pulled the robe around her body. "And she wants to ruin us all. More specifically, me."
TBC