A/N: So, I'm back. Sorry about the hiatus, but I spent most if not all of Memorial weekend drunk. I'm going to try to and keep the updates fairly regular, every other day if not every day. Thank you guys for all your feedback and responses. Your reviews and follows are a huge source of motivation and inspiration. You asked for SMUT, so here it is. First time ever writing it, so I hope I didn't fuck it up too badly. Either way, let me know. Without further ado, I give you: Chapter 5.
By the time seven o'clock rolled around, Regina was a nervous wreck. She was already stressed out by the situation she'd caused, but the anxiety of wondering what Emma was planning added to that tenfold. If there was one thing the mayor did not like, it was surprises.
She hadn't felt like cooking that evening, so her dinner came from a cardboard box in her freezer. Pre-cooked meatloaf and mashed potatoes. It made her stomach churn, and her nausea intensify. After she'd eaten not quite half of it, she discarded it on the kitchen counter and retired to the den with a glass of wine in hand, hoping and praying the alcohol would be enough to ease her worries. Henry's words to Emma earlier echoed through her head. Alcohol is not a healthy way to deal with stress. Well, it was either this or blow steam off by setting something on fire. Wine was the lesser of two evils.
"Besides," she hummed to herself as she perched on the edge of her sofa. "A glass of wine a day is healthy." Nevermind that it was her third of the evening.
There was a brief knock at the front door, and it was shoved open before Regina responded. The sound of clunky footsteps in her foyer informed her that it was Emma. Glancing down at her wristwatch, she pursed her lips in disapproval. Seven-fifteen. The woman was perpetually late.
"Regina?" Emma called as she made her way inside. "Where are you?"
"Den," Regina said back, rubbing her vibrating skull. "And, please, keep your voice down before I explode."
After a suspicious amount of rustling around on the other side of the door, Emma appeared in the den, a goofy smile on her lips and hands clasped behind her back. Regina eyed her dubiously.
"What are you doing?" She asked, standing from the sofa.
"Have you eaten dinner?" The Sheriff questioned, and Regina hesitated before giving her a half-nod. Emma's smile diminished slightly, but she restored it in record time. "Well, you're going to eat again."
"What?" Regina groaned, hands on her hips. "I'm not hungry, Emma." The gurgle that erupted from her stomach contradicted her, and she blushed deep red while Emma grinned.
"You don't have to eat it all," the blonde assured her. "Just give it a shot, and, if you don't want it, I won't force you to finish."
The brunette relented without much of a fight, which told Emma that she really must've felt badly. She escorted Regina to the dining room, hoping with everything inside of her that she'd done enough to help the mayor's spirits rise.
When Regina was pushed into the dining room, her jaw dropped in awe. The first thing that hit her was the smell. The combination of Parmesan and marinara sauce had her mouth-watering, and the sight of the dish plated so carefully on the table had her stomach growling impatiently.
"Chicken Parmigiana," Emma said, leading the mayor up to the table. Regina stared down at the cheese-and-sauce-smothered chicken over a bed of pasta noodles. In the center of the table was a basket of delicious-smelling garlic bread. Two long-necked glasses had been precariously situated beside the plates, and a bottle of wine that had cost the Sheriff no small amount waited to be opened. "I know it's one of your favorites. I got the recipe from my mother-I hope it came out alright."
Regina turned her wide eyes on the blonde beside her. "You... You cooked for me?"
"I assumed you wouldn't have the energy to make yourself a decent meal," Emma answered, glancing over into the kitchen where the plastic case of a microwavable meal still sat.
"Emma," Regina said in a voice that was hardly audible, and her smile crinkled her eyes the way that made the young Sheriff's heart skip. "Thank you."
Emma managed to calm her erratic pulse enough to pull a chair out for the brunette. "Don't thank me yet. We have to see if it's edible first."
Regina let out a throaty chuckle while Emma hurried to sit down across from her. "It certainly smells wonderful." The Savior popped the cork off the top of the wine bottle and filled both hers and the mayor's glasses.
"Okay," Emma said, glancing around the dinner to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. "Alright, that's everything. Dig in."
"I do not dig into anything," Regina couldn't help but quip, expertly carving her fork and knife into the chicken. Emma didn't respond, only watched the mayor carefully and waited in apprehensive silence. Her eyes followed the brunette's fork when it speared a piece of the chicken, wrapped it in a spiral of pasta noodles, and brought it slowly to her mouth. Emma held her breath as Regina chewed thoughtfully. Finally, she couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
"Well?" She blurted out, and Regina's eyes flashed to her. "Is it... Is it okay?"
"Okay?" The mayor repeated, and Emma nodded. "Is it okay? Dear, it's more than okay. It's fantastic."
The blonde released a sigh of relief that Regina thought might have been exaggerated until she met a pair of cool green eyes. The look of joy in them took her off guard. Emma truly had been terrified that she wouldn't like the meal. That it wouldn't be good enough for her.
"Good," the Sheriff said, finally allowing herself to partake in the meal she'd so painstakingly prepared. "I'm glad you like it." She hesitated. "So, um, how's the PMS coming along?"
"It's not PMS, Miss Swan." Regina's sharp tone only made Emma smirk. "And it's better now." The smirk transformed into a proud smile. She'd done it. She'd helped rather than hurt Regina. Finally. "Thank you, Miss Swan. I really do appreciate all you've done for me tonight."
"You're welcome," Emma looked up at her. "Regina, don't you think it's about time you dropped the whole 'Miss Swan' thing?" The mayor frowned. "I mean, how long have we known each other now? A while, and we've come a long way. It made sense when you didn't like me, but now it just feels a little strange."
Regina cocked an eyebrow at her. "What makes you think I like you now?"
Emma rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Well, we're sitting here, having a mostly civil dinner together. We're raising our son together and successfully co-parenting him. And you call me over to fuck you at least twice a week." She smirked at the outraged expression the mayor took on. "So, yeah, I think that, despite your greatest efforts, you've begun to like me."
"What would you rather I call you then?" She asked stiffly, taking a sip of her wine.
"Well, I have a pretty insane idea," the blonde answered, holding her hands out as if she were about the pitch her an investment opportunity. "I was thinking that maybe, and don't freak out on me here, you could call me by my... name."
Regina rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, Miss S-"
"Ah-ah," Emma wagged her index finger at her. "Not Miss Swan. My first name."
The mayor stared at her with deep brown eyes that radiated an intense heat that Emma thought might burn straight through her. "Alright then. Em-ma."
The blonde's mouth dried out at those two syllables, eyes wide, and her fork clattered from her hand to the plate. Never had she ever thought the sound of her own name could be so arousing, but then this was Regina. She had a way of making anything sexual. The mayor sat back smugly, satisfied with the reaction her words had garnered.
"Not like that," Emma finally managed to choke out. "Not yet, anyway."
"Yet?" Regina questioned.
"I've still got more plans," Emma replied, "and I don't want to get sidetracked."
"What?" The brunette demanded, frowning. "You didn't come here for... for that?"
Emma nearly laughed at the angry disappointment shaking Regina's voice. "I definitely had that in mind, but just not yet. Dinner's only part of the surprise."
Regina crossed her arms. "Can't we just fast-forward to that part?" The blonde across from her laughed, and it was such a delicious sound that Regina couldn't help but smile.
After dinner, Emma served dessert, forcing the mayor to stay in her seat despite her protests to assist her in the kitchen. The Sheriff returned in a moment with two glass dishes of dark chocolate mousse topped artisanally with whipped cream and raspberries.
"I wasn't sure about dessert," Emma admitted, "so I asked Henry what your favorite was."
Regina licked her lips as she placed the dish in front of her. "He knows the way to my heart."
Emma smiled, taking her seat again and dipping her spoon into the dessert.
"Did you make this?" Regina questioned with wide eyes after she'd swallowed her first bite.
"No," the blonde shook her head with a laugh. "I wish. I thought about it, but the recipe was a little advanced for me, and I didn't have a lot of time to spend perfecting it. I special ordered it from the sweets shop in town and picked it up on the way here."
"It's wonderful, Emma," the mayor smiled at her. "This is all so wonderful. I... I don't know what to say. Except thank you. I needed this."
Emma grinned at her, thrilled that she'd done something to ease Regina's pain rather than add to it. "The night isn't over yet. After dessert, I have another surprise in store."
Once they'd finished their dinner, they moved to the living room where Emma instructed Regina to sit while she busied herself with the television.
"What are you doing?" Regina asked, brow pinched in concern. She didn't like television-the set was only there for Henry's sake. Emma, however, loved it. She cringed at the idea that the blonde would force her to sit through another episode of her favorite show, Saturday Night Live. While Emma had rolled with laughter through the entire hour, Regina simply hadn't understood the appeal.
"Turning on the DVD player," Emma said and held up a disc case that she'd pulled from her bag. "I rented a movie."
The brunette eyed the case harshly. "'Maleficent?' Dear, I know the woman-it's really not necessary for me to watch a movie about her."
"I know you know her," the Sheriff sighed, placing the disc in the player. "I think you're really going to like this, though."
"Why?" Regina scowled. "It's the same fairytale story I've heard a thousand times before."
Emma plopped down beside of her on the sofa with a grin. "Don't be so sure, Madame Mayor. This story's a little different from the tale as old as time."
The mayor's eyebrow quirked upward inquisitively. "How so?"
Emma leaned closer to her, breath tickling the shell of her ear. "The bad guy wins."
Regina tried to remain indifferent and uninterested in the film, but it was an impossible battle to fight. She found herself drawn into the story within the first few minutes, attention glued to the television screen. Emma, however, watched the woman beside of her rather than the movie-which she'd already seen with Henry in the theater. She loved how Regina's eyes scanned the TV, how her lips were parted ever-so-slightly in intrigue. She smiled at the mayor's reactions, how she gasped and laughed in all the right places. While Regina was captivated with the movie before her, Emma was enchanted by Regina.
When the movie ended, the blonde waited expectantly for the other woman's response. She'd tried to ask her a few times throughout the film if she liked it or not, but Regina had shushed her viciously each time.
"Well?" Emma said. "What did you think?"
Regina looked over at her. "I think you spent more time watching me than the movie." The Savior grinned widely, unashamed at being caught. "You should've paid more attention to it-it was a wonderful movie."
She shrugged casually. "What I was looking at was better." The mayor couldn't stop a rush of heat in her cheeks. "Besides, I've already seen it."
"You rented a movie you'd already seen?" Regina repeated. "Why?"
"Because I knew you'd like it," Emma answered. "Plus, it's a good movie." She grinned devilishly at the brunette beside of her. "I've always been more of a fan of the villains than the heroes, you know."
"This was all so thoughtful," Regina mused. "Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before. Thank you, Emma."
"You're welcome," the blonde said, brushing a stray strand of dark hair from the mayor's face. "I like doing things like this for you."
Regina leaned closer, dark eyes glittering as the space between them gradually closed. "There are things that I like to do for you, too, you know?" Emma smiled crookedly, her heart jumping as the mayor's hands stroked up and down her thighs. The two came together in a warm kiss. Regina's hands wandered upward to the front of Emma's jeans, and her fingers began to undo their button.
The blonde took hold of her wrists, pulling her hands back with a smile. "Hang on there." Regina frowned. "Tonight's about making you feel better, not me." Leaning forward, Emma gently pushed Regina back until she was lying flat on her back on the sofa.
"That does make me feel better," the brunette protested, hands moving back to her lover's waistline.
Emma stopped her with a passionate kiss, her body resting between the mayor's spread legs. The blonde paid special attention to the scar that she loved so much. It wasn't a flaw or imperfection to her. It was more like a signature. Something that was distinctly and beautifully Regina. When she pulled back, Emma looking down at Regina with her teeth sank into her smiling lips. "You first, Madame Mayor."
Regina gasped as Emma peppered her neck with kisses. Lithe fingers made quick work of the mayor's shirt buttons. Emma's hands danced up and down Regina's bare torso before finally settling on her breasts. Even through her bra, she could feel the mayor's taut nipples, and the woman beneath her breathed out a small moan at the pressure Emma's hands applied to them.
Emma slid her tongue down the valley between Regina's breasts, leaving a wet, scalding trail on the flushed skin. Regina held the blonde closer to her, desperate for more contact. She couldn't get enough of the woman on top of her. Of her body. Her hands. Her tongue. Her everything.
The Sheriff unhooked Regina's bra, casting it into the same pile on the floor as her shirt, and admired the beautiful scene below her a moment. The mayor was practically glowing with her arousal, her body shimmering with a thin sheen of sweet sweat, and her eyes had darkened in a way that made Emma's stomach jerk.
"What are you looking at?" Regina asked her in a breathy voice.
Emma smiled and leaned back down. Kissing her, she left her lips pressed to Regina's when she whispered, "Perfection."
Moving down when the mayor blushed, Emma massaged one of her bare breasts with her hand, while her tongue licked circles around the other. Regina gasped, eyes rolling back and mouth opening in pleasure. She combed her fingers through long, golden blonde hair, loving the feeling of each silky curl against her skin.
Emma's hands made their way down to the side of the mayor's skirt and unzipped it. She shimmied the skirt down lower, then stopped when she'd pulled it past the mayor's hips. Her eyes flickered up to Regina's face, and she lifted an eyebrow.
"No panties, hm?" She said.
Regina smiled in response. "I had an idea of what might happen tonight."
Emma grinned widely and placed a firm kiss to the toned, olive abdomen below her.
"You're wearing entirely too much," Regina said, locking her fingers in the belt loops of the Sheriff's skin-tight jeans.
"On that we can agree," Emma said back, her thigh rubbing lightly between Regina's legs and eliciting quiet moans. In a plume of purple smoke, the two bodies were pressed bare against each other, skin touching skin, sweat mingling. The magical scent that hung in the air only served to further their arousal.
"Much better," the mayor smiled up at the nude Sheriff. She reached out to touch her, but Emma slid down away from her hands. Regina frowned. "Where are you going?"
Emma rolled her eyes as she settled down between the brunette's legs. She was so close that her breath tickled Regina's center, making the other woman shiver. "I'd think you could use your incredible powers of deduction to guess that, Madame Mayor."
Regina gasped, her fingers knotting themselves in the blonde mane. "Emma..."
The Sheriff placed her lips lightly against slick folds. "Regina." Her tongue danced across the mayor's skin, darting out at random intervals to make contact.
Regina let out a strained shriek. "Stop teasing!"
Looking up into dark, seductive eyes with a smile, Emma slid her hands up smooth thighs. "Yes, Your Majesty."
She latched her mouth onto Regina's clit and sucked while two fingers slipped inside the mayor, who writhed and moaned below her. Pumping inside a woman she was sure had to be the most beautiful in all the lands, Emma could feel her own arousal dripping, but she ignored it. This wasn't about her. This was about Regina.
Regina, who was coming undone below her. The stress had piled up on her since her mistake, and she was wound tight like a clock. All the pressure inside of her mounted under Emma's expert movements, and she could feel herself rising higher and higher. It was when the blonde inserted a third finger and grazed her teeth against her electrifed clit that Regina knew it was all she could take. With a scream that left goosebumps on the younger woman's skin, Regina came crashing down from the stars. Emma held her body secure and returned her tongue to its soft, intermittent movements as the woman rode out wave after wave of pleasure. The blonde waited, holding Regina through her aftershocks, before emerging from between her legs when the shaking stopped. Regin stared at her, her breathing labored, and her eyes struggling to focus from the intensity of her orgasm. With a proud smile on her lips, Emma lifted the hand that had previously been buried inside of the mayor to her face, and licked each glistening finger clean.
Regina groaned, circling her arms around the Sheriff's waist and pulling her back down into a kiss. "I swear, you will be my undoing, Miss Swan."
Emma grinned into her lips. "Making you come undone is my favorite thing, Madame Mayor."