"Gina?" Emma's voice was naught but a mere whisper in the darkness of the bedroom. The inquiry clung in the air, left unanswered as she dropped her messenger bag onto the floor beside the bed.
"Are you awake?" She asked once again, though her tone had been so quiet she wasn't sure if Regina would have been able to hear her from the position that she took. The brunette's back was facing her; she could make out the delicate contour of her lover's body.
Her breathing was steady, her side gently rising and falling with each breath. One arm was tucked under her head as the other disappeared in front of her. Her body was curled up on top of the blankets, almost as if she were trying to form into a ball.
It wasn't until Emma was crawling onto the right side of the bed that she had realized where exactly the brunette had been laying. Regina had taken over Emma's side of the bed, her face pressed against the younger woman's pillow as she slept, earning a sweet smile from the teenager.
Regina must have missed her while she was gone.
Emma had been spending the weekend with her parents as she often found herself doing. She had crammed in her time with the two over the past month since she was planning on leaving by the end of the school year – which was rearing up faster than ever now.
The thought of Regina doing this because of Emma's absence sent a pang of guilt washing over her. She absolutely hated being away from her girlfriend, but the two of them knew that she had other priorities in her life – though the blonde felt as if Regina were her highest one.
Over the past month, the two of them only grew closer together. They would be moving away from what they have grown to know and would be living together in a larger city.
The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Neither one knew where their relationship was going to be by this year's end. What they were doing was rather drastic, especially since they might not be able to go back on it.
Or at least Regina couldn't.
She was thinking about what her mother had told her before she left and had lamented to Emma on several occasions about. They had discussed their options, though there were few. Regina had already planned on quitting her job here in Storybrooke, but the question was about the job she was intending to acquire in Boston.
Would her mother try to threaten that job away from her also?
Surely the lawyer will have known about that as well, since she already had terrifying knowledge of Regina's plan on moving to the bigger city.
But that was only another thing to add onto the large list of worrisome thoughts. Regina had been thinking herself sick about everything, and so much so that she had fallen into a state that even Emma had never thought she'd see her in.
Even though the brunette remained well-groomed and collect on the outside, she was unkempt and screaming on the inside. She was falling apart at the seams and the emotions taking over the teacher had terrified Emma to every extent there was.
Emma, herself, was starting to feel much like Regina, though she refrained from letting herself keep within the darkness overwhelming her for too long. She needed to be strong enough for them both until Cora's reign of horror was over with.
If that day would ever come.
The blonde let out a soft sigh, pushing away the sudden drought of emotion that washed over her. She wasn't going to allow herself to become victim of what had taken over Regina. The feeling was something unpleasant and she absolutely hated it.
Emma closed her eyes for a moment as she scooted toward Regina's small frame, an arm curling around her midsection, causing her to stir slightly. The younger woman only tightened her grip, reassuring the teacher that she was there when Regina began to speak.
"I'm home, and I sure as hell am glad." Emma whispered softly, burying her nose in the sweet-scented raven locks before her. "I've missed you."
"Mmph, I've missed you, too." Regina murmured, yawning softly as she turned into the blonde, facing her with those loving coffee eyes. "It's late."
"Yeah, I know..." The blonde lay her head on the pillow next to Regina's, her voice apologetic. "Mary Margaret and David wanted to take me out to dinner. And then they kept me for a while, talking about graduation and plans to give me that Bug."
"Oh?" Another yawn tore itself from Regina's throat, causing Emma to giggle softly before she, too, yawned in reaction. "What did they say?"
"They'll give it to me on graduation day. After the ceremony, y'know?"
Regina smiled lightly when Emma had placed a gentle hand on her cheek, her face turning into it as she savored the contact. "That's nice of them."
Emma absently nodded, the pad of her thumb making rhythmic strokes against the olive cheek below it. A smile curved her lips as she watched Regina savor the touch, her eyes slightly closing while she nuzzled against the hand with a faint purr.
"Gina?"
"Yes, my swan?" Those sparkling brown eyes opened and Emma realized that her lover wasn't in her haunting mood. She was happy today and that just made her heart soar.
"I love you..."
The smile that those words had earned could have exploded Emma's heart. It was bright, radiating like a vat of sunshine. Then those lips were on the blonde's before she could gather her wits, moving against her pale ones in a slow, tender kiss.
Emma made a soft noise as she returned the kiss, the palm of her hand flattening against Regina's cheek until the latter pulled away with a breathless smile.
"I love you, too, Emma." There was a pause as she pressed closer to Emma. "I love you more than anything, though that may not say a lot since I really have nothing much in my life... But I do value you more than I value my life and I would gladly give it up just for you."
"Gina..." Emma frowned, her hand falling to the thigh wrapped around her own. "Don't say that. I'm not worth giving up your life for. You deserve to live."
"But not if that means you die, Emma. You have your entire life ahead of you, I would hate to see it be wasted."
"That won't happen. A situation like that... Unlikely." The younger woman quickly shook her head, holding that small brunette in front of her even closer. She feared the thought of ever having to lose Regina, especially to a force that could never be reversed.
Regina nodded slightly, snuggling into Emma, her face getting lost in the long, golden mane.
"I'm glad that you're feeling better." Emma found herself murmuring after a moment of silence. The limbs around her tightened, forcing the blonde to blink. Had she said something wrong?
"I have been feeling better for quite some time, Emma. I just worry myself too much at times." The confirmation to her statement tided her fears.
The younger woman smiled, pale fingers snaking into dark locks.
Regina merely smiled, tugging that blonde in closer. "I've done some thinking, and you being here has helped quite a bit."
"Have I?" Emma blinked, earning a slight nod.
"You always have, Emma. You kept me from slipping into the shadowy depths of this godforsaken hell." The teacher shifted slightly until she was untangled from the blonde and on her back, staring absently up at the ceiling. "I've got to thinking about how my attitude is affecting you. I... I've noticed that you haven't exactly been your upbeat self lately and you're constantly fretting over me. I cannot have that. I'm acting so..."
"You're depressed, Regina." Emma murmured softly, a frown claiming her lips. "You can't help it."
"But I need to, Emma. I cannot live the rest of my life like this. I need to pull myself up and brush the dirt off." Regina turned a haughty glare to her girlfriend, though the mood soon vanished into something of sorrow. Those chestnut eyes melted, tears glistening in them.
Regina swallowed thickly in the otherwise quiet room. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke her next words, her eyes sliding back towards the darkened ceiling. The dark void that seemed to swallow her up. "I know that you know how this feels, Emma, and I only wish that you never had to feel such lowliness in your life. You shouldn't have to go through this at your age. It just isn't right."
"It's okay," Emma murmured softly, her fingers gently skating across the teacher's bare arm.
Regina immediately wrapped her arms tight around the blonde, seeking solace in golden locks. "You are my rock. And you're still here, even though you could have given up on me so long ago..."
"There's no way I would ever give up on you, Regina. I'm here because I know exactly how you feel. I'm glad that I can just be of use and help you through this." Emma's fingers fell into place once again, drawing tender circles along Regina's back.
And for the first time in a long time, that very smile shone upon Regina's face. A gentle, genuine smile broke across her full lips; the one that Emma had been waiting for, for so long.
"There it is. I've missed it." Emma whispered, one hand moving to cup the older woman's face, her thumb brushing over that curve on her lips.
"I'm sorry that I haven't been happier for you, Emma. I've been such a damned downer and that should change. I cannot put you through all this. You don't deserve it." Regina whispered, a look of guilt crossing over her features.
"Hey... don't worry about that, huh? It's not like you can help it and I'm not some ignorant asshole that's gonna tell you to lighten the fuck up and get over it."
"I wish it were just that easy..."
"Me too..." Emma whispered, pale fingers sliding through brunette locks once again.
Regina's brows furrowed slightly, a moment of silence passing between them before she spoke once again with a hesitant tone. "When you are around, Emma... my world doesn't appear to be so bleak. You are the single flame in the cave in which I had lost myself. You are ever aiding me to the ultimate goal, the brighter light... The exit to this hell. I... I can't thank you enough for all that you have done for me, Emma Swan."
"No. Don't do that, Gina." Emma offered her a soft smile, her hand falling once again to rub circles against her back. "You know what you mean to me."
"There's something about you, my swan, and I thank whatever force that brought us together." She smiled and reached for the younger woman's hand.
"So do I." Emma smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her lover's forehead.
"Just hold me, Emma, and I will be fine." Regina murmured softly and nuzzled closer.
"Of course, Gina." Emma wrapped her arms tightly around Regina as the older woman shifted, half her body on the blonde.
"I will tell Mr. Gold tomorrow about my decision."
"What?" Emma blinked at the sudden declaration, eyes popping open to stare down at the brunette. Regina merely nodded and gazed back up at her, a slight smile on her lips.
"The other part of my thoughts. Since I am feeling more... motivated, I have decided that I will speak with Mr. Gold about my resigning. No matter what, I will have to do just that before we can leave for Boston." She elaborated, her head falling back against the blonde's breast. "I know that I should have done it sooner... it would have eased my mind about my mother beforehand. But..."
"Okay." Emma murmured, her hand slipping underneath the back of the brunette's silk tank.
"Okay." Regina nodded slightly, shifting as the hairs on her body rose from the contact. "I only hope that it isn't too late."
"It won't be."
"I hope not." Regina murmured softly, moving fitfully in her spot before settling with closed eyes.
ABOUT TWO MONTHS LATER
The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the estate, interrupting both Regina and Emma as they sat on the couch in the sitting room, the latter's laptop perched on each's thigh while they planned what they were going to do for the blonde's upcoming graduation.
And they were currently in the middle of browsing dresses for said event when the doorbell had rung and interrupted Emma from pointing out a small, crimson number that she made a comment about wanting to see Regina in.
Regina shot her young lover a negative look before setting the computer onto the coffee table so she could answer the door. Emma was right behind her within seconds, scurrying close as the older woman made her way to the foyer.
"Emma..." she whispered, shooing the blonde away. "We don't know who that is, unless you're expecting someone?"
Emma quickly shook her head, soon realizing exactly what she had been doing. The blonde hung back in the doorway of the sitting room as Regina pulled open the front door.
"Zelena, what brings you here?" That had piqued the teenager's interest as she soon found herself beside Regina, a brow quirked.
"Our mother. I would like to think you might appreciate the information that I bring to you." Zelena took the liberty to see herself in, forcing her younger sister to step back.
Regina's eyes narrowed, suspicion prickling the hairs on the back of her neck. "And what exactly do you have to tell me? I thought you had only talked with Cora once."
"About that..."
"Why the hell are you here? To spy on me for that woman?" The brunette stood stark upright, glaring at the auburn-haired woman before her. "I should have known you had been associating with her the moment that you entered my house. All that information? She wouldn't have told you that within just one day."
"That is why I am here. I want to explain myself to you. I..." Zelena looked between her sister and the blonde that stood next to her, and then back. "I want to warn you about what that woman plans on doing."
"Why on Earth would you warn me? How could I ever trust the likes of you, Zelena, when you had come into my home and so blatantly lied to my face?"
"You lied to me, too, little sister." She was prickling moments later, those pale eyes shooting daggers at the woman in front of her. "Barren? I mean, come on! Sure, sterility may be an indirect problem if your lover is that of the same gender... And to think this... girl wasn't anything the way that she had been acting with you that day. I am not stupid nor blind." Zelena scoffed and Regina nearly lunged at her.
Instead, the brunette remained in her spot, expression stoic and stone cold. "Either tell me about Mother or leave. I will not have you arguing with me over this once again."
"Fine." Zelena bit, her arms crossing over the deep, forest green dress that she wore. "But I suggest we find someplace more comfortable to have this conversation."
Without a word, Regina lifted an arm toward the sitting room before marching in the direction. Emma followed as well as Zelena until the thrice of them had found their designated spots. Regina and Emma sat hip to hip on the couch as Zelena took the chair kitty-corner.
"Please, enlighten me with the information that you bring. What is Mother's plan?"
Zelena shifted slightly in her spot as if to get more comfortable, soon wetting her lips before she spoke, her crisp English accent filling the room. "Her plan equates to something far more sinister than even my wildest of imaginations could muster. That woman had snatched me up the moment that she had realized that I could be used as a pawn in her game. This game of hers was not fair... she wasn't fair."
"But that woman is never fair." Regina mumbled; her lip curled.
"I know. She had cheated her way across the board as she always had in life, playing her role as the ruthless lawyer, tearing through mere innocents to get to where she wanted. Cora wanted nothing of me. She had merely feigned her sympathy as she took me under her wing. She only needed me to fly to you, my dear sister. I now understand of why you were quick to reject even the smallest of offers from that woman.
"It wasn't easy to sit that woman down long enough to convince her to let me in. It took weeks, near months until she had decided that I was adequate to take over the business that she had so evidently cherished. I would say that woman loved her firm more than the children that had grown in her womb."
"You certainly are on to something. Her firm was her only child," Regina said.
Zelena nodded and continued, "But it had all been just a mere ploy, in her natural habit. Though, I am not here to share the daily gossip and pity stories with you, little sister. I am here to warn you of what mother has waiting up her sleeve.
"Now that she had banished me from her kingdom, I come to you with a plea. Please hear me out and be warned. Cora will stop at nothing until she gets your lover away from you. She wants to revert you to her side. She wants you to be normal, however she plans that." The older woman sighed, bringing her attention back to her younger sister as she had finished, her hands placed delicately on her lap.
"I already know that, Zelena. Mother was so easy to tell me what she wanted, and if she hadn't so blatantly said it, I could still read her enough to figure out her plan." Regina was now shifting impatiently in her spot on the couch, staring her sister down. The hand that she had slipped into Emma's only tightened the more her irritation rose.
"In due time, little sis. It is pointless to take a side when I get nothing in return. Why I am ever helping the likes of you, I never know. Perhaps I am in a generous mood, or my need for revenge is burning something fierce. But alas, I will not repeat this a second time, so hear me well." The auburn-haired woman sensed her younger sister's annoyance, for she shifted almost uncomfortably in her spot with a heated scowl of her own.
Zelena's words only made Emma squeak as the teacher's grip never faltered, her upper lip baring with disgust. "Then get to the damned point. I do not care what side you are on, you came here to tell me of our mother's plan, so do it. My patience is wearing thin."
"Yes, yes. Cora is planning on following you to Boston, track you down, what have you. She knows that you have finally moved to resign from your job – that woman has eyes and ears all over this town. But I assume that you know of her knowledge, for she had threatened that very thing of you during her departure.
"But that is not all that she knows. She also has knowledge of your plan on seeking employment at the very university that your young partner will be attending. Before you ask how she has knowledge of such information, I told you that she has eyes and ears all over this town... and more specifically in your bedroom in that stuffed rag of yours." There was a slight hesitance in Zelena's words
"How the hell do I know you're even telling the truth, Zelena? For all I know, you're still on Mother's side. No Mills woman can ever be trusted, especially ones associated with her." Regina was quick to bite back, wariness prickling the hairs on the back of her neck. She always had a feeling that there was something wrong with that bear her mother had given her. Cora wouldn't be so willing to hand back something from her childhood, especially something that she had grown so fond of during that time.
And that woman's knowledge of everything was alarming. Though she hadn't trusted her elder sister, she had an inkling that woman was telling her the truth.
"If you do not believe me, check the stitching on the back. Tear it open. Squeeze it. It's in there. I'm the one that had implanted the bug for her."
"You? You've been spying on us?" Regina angrily asked. "This is even more reason I should not trust a single word coming from your mouth. You could be lying, even about the bug."
"I cannot bring my very eyes to meet yours with some of the things that had been picked up from the device and I blush to think about it, but the information was valuable when you had conversations within distance of the bear...
"I cannot tell you exactly what mother has planned when she sees to it to bring herself to Boston with you, but she wants nothing more than that girl's head on a platter and you attached to a leash. She will stop at nothing to tear you two apart, even if that means destroying the very thing that you love. That is all I can warn you of, so I recommend that you prepare yourselves and watch your backs. Heed my advice before you become another victim of that woman's treachery."
"I already am a victim of Cora, Zelena. I have been for twenty-eight years. You have told me nothing of value." Regina coldly stated, standing from her spot.
"Well, don't say that I hadn't warned you, dear sister. When you find Emma six feet underground by this month's end, do not come crying to me. My shoulder will be far away from all this drama." Then she stood, coolly gliding toward the foyer with Regina to follow.
The words that she had just spoken sliced through the brunette's heart like a knife through butter. She had no doubt her mother would turn to violence if nothing else worked, and there was not a doubt in her mind that Cora would even be willing to kill Emma if the time came, and the price right.
The faintest of noises bubbled within her throat at the thought. She quickly reached behind her to seek out Emma's hand, her heart squeezing in her chest when she had found it.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" She lightly inquired before Zelena could open the front door.
The older woman paused, slowly turning around to find large, brown eyes reflecting on her. Zelena's own pale eyes fell to their tangled hands, a flash of emotion flickered in them, disappearing before Regina could make out what it was. Then she brought those hesitant eyes back up to meet with her sister's, her voice quiet as she spoke.
"Because I can see the love between you two, and I have heard the idle conversation after Mother was long off to bed. I can see, even now, how strong you two adore each other, and I know that it is something rare to have a love like that." Zelena shifted, leaning against the door for a moment as she looked between the duo, her lips twitching when she saw the two lovers share a warm glance with each other as they contemplated those words.
"I was so blinded by Mother's offer that I hadn't thought to actually look, to see things as you see them, unlike Cora who just wants nothing more than for her daughter to be her version of normal. But normality is not something we should live by." There was a slight pause as Zelena exhaled, a haunted look on her face. "We are all different in some way, and that's okay. I was never disgusted by the fact that you were homosexual. In fact, one of my friends had turned out to be gay and I covered for him often."
"Really?" Regina's eyes widened slightly at the new information, earning a nod from her older sister. The redheaded woman's information was easing the prickling sensation, though it was still faint. Was she trying to drag Regina onto her side? Or was this just another ploy to do just that so Regina would let her guard down?
"I am not bigoted like our dear Mother, though, I was willing to do or be just about anything to please her, even if that meant narrowing my mind. You are not sick, Regina, no matter what Cora has embedded into your mind. There are no rules when it comes to love and that is the most beautiful thing. You are lucky when you find that one person: your soul mate.
"And I... I just cannot let Mother ruin that for you. So, I had come to warn you, though it may not be much. But at least you will be prepared, and you can fight her back. Take control of your life and... protect Emma." Her gaze fell on the young blonde, looking indifferent as she forced a smile on her face. "I wish you two long, happy lives where your love will flourish as will your family. Please, Regina, trust me on what I am telling you. Protect Emma. Get her away. Get away from it all."
"And how do you propose that I do that?" Regina's voice was quiet as she thought about what her older sister had said, a wave of panic suddenly gripping her every nerve.
"Don't go to Boston. Or, at least, don't bring your precious Emma to Boston. Leave her here. Mother knows where you are going, and everything that you will be doing. You have discussed too much while you were in your bedroom, and I am afraid that she had heard everything you have on your agenda-"
"I cannot just leave Emma here. She was the one that wanted to go to Boston in the first place. I will not take that away from her." Regina slipped an arm around her girlfriend's waist, tugging her close against her. Emma remained quiet, though her eyes were a whirlwind of emotion.
"Then be warned, Regina." Zelena's voice turned solemn as she gazed upon the two women in front of her, soon tearing it away as she turned to open the front door. "So long as Cora is alive, she will stop at nothing until her daughter needs her."
And then she was gone, leaving Regina to stare at the door in front of her.
So long as Cora is alive, she will stop at nothing until her daughter needs her.
Those words reverberated through her head, shaking her to the very core.
Regina had only ever really needed her mother once in her life, and that was when she was in absolute despair with no job, nor a roof over her head. And that thought had only driven the teacher into further insanity. She didn't have a job since she had quickly retracted her one lined up in Boston for fear of her mother.
But she still had a roof. She still had the place in which she stood, or so her mother had offered her before her departure. Though, Cora still owned the house, and she could easily take it away from Regina within a matter of seconds.
The teacher wasn't stupid enough to run to her mother if that were to happen.
"Gina, are you going to be alright?" Emma's soft, sweet voice queried from beside her.
"Uh... yes. I will be, sweetheart." Regina offered her a hesitant smile, tilting her head to press a soft kiss to the blonde's lips. "Now, come on. We've still got some planning to do for your graduation."
"Up up up!" A husky voice and hand on her arm had woken Emma, or at least roused her from the light slumber she was trying to partake in. Her \ eyes popped open to meet with chestnut, and blinked… then blinked again once she had realized where exactly those eyes were.
Regina was on her knees at the side of the bed, an amused smile on her lips as a hand gently stroked the golden locks on her young lover's head. "Good, you're awake. Now you need to get up and get your little tush ready so we can go eat breakfast."
"What time is it?" Emma muttered, soon realizing that it had come out as a whine when the brunette gave her that look.
With a soft tsk, Regina pushed herself up from her position on the floor to gaze at the digital clock on the opposite side of the bed. "It's a quarter to eight."
"What?" Emma squawked before rolling over, tossing the blankets over her head and snuggling back down against the mattress. "Breakfast doesn't start until, like, nine-thirty. That's a whole hour and a half."
"While you are correct, Emma, you are also misguided. You understand, I must be at the restaurant early to help with preparations. There are too many students that will not be attending that have not paid, which means that we have to set up lines and tables by last names, and need I remind you how tedious it is to be a teacher sometimes." The English teacher gazed down at Emma who had eventually found her way onto her back to be met with a charming smile.
"I would suggest that you could sleep in until the time for the students to attend breakfast would come but I don't want to go alone." She puffed out her bottom lip, giving Emma a pouty, puppy-dog look. It hadn't lasted long before she burst into a short bout of laughter from the confused face the blonde gave her and shook her head. "No, but I suppose if you would prefer to stay here for another hour, I am fine with that. I wouldn't think you'd want to sit in the car because I'm uncertain if any early bird students are allowed into the restaurant before the designated breakfast time."
"Like any of these teenagers will be early." Emma mumbled under her breath as she sat herself up, a lengthy yawn bellowing from her. "If there's an opportunity to sleep in, we take it."
"More than just teenagers will jump at that opportunity, dear." Regina chuckled softly as she made her way to the bathroom. "We are all human, after all, and most people in this day and age enjoy sleeping in." There was a pause as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom, making a face. "Except for those morning people. I am fully convinced that they are not human, or at least sane. How on Earth can someone be so cheery that early in the day?"
Emma chuckled softly, her head shaking. "Beats me with a wooden stick."
"I'd like to beat you with a wooden stick." The brunette's voice had dropped incredibly low, causing the hairs on the blonde's body to stand on end, her eyes slightly widening.
"Yeah, but there isn't any time. I apologize." She smirked soon after, donning a teasing look as she pushed the covers off her. Emma stood from the bed, Regina watching with a soft grin of her own.
"Oh, you are quite maddening, aren't you?"
"Indeed, I can be." Emma gave her a look, one that resembled that of a satisfied cat. "Now, why don't you get ready and I'll-"
"Take a shower with me." Regina interrupted, pulling the groggy teenager up from the bed before she could protest.
Emma grumbled softly, mostly obscenities from being pulled out of bed as she followed her girlfriend to the ensuite bathroom. Her eyes were heavy, her body exhausted from the lack of sleep the night prior which was her reluctance this morning as she trailed behind Regina, her slender wrist in the brunette's tight grasp.
"Oh, come on, my dear." The teacher mewled, tugging at her young lover's tank top as they had found themselves in the lavatory. Emma couldn't help but to smile, her body responding already to Regina's gentle touches. Her mind was becoming more alert, her eyes widening. She couldn't stay grouchy for long around that woman, especially when she wore that smile – rich and seductive.
"What will you bribe me with this morning?" Emma cheekily responded to the older woman's earlier statement. There was a moment's hesitation before Regina had spoken, her olive fingers plucking at the blonde's straps.
"We haven't much time, my love." Those fingers soon found soft, ivory skin as they delicately danced over Emma's cheek. "But perhaps I may have something to offer in the form of a metaphorical rain check… That is, if you do not mind?"
"And when might this later be, if not now? Can't we just kill two birds with one stone in the shower?" Emma gave her a sultry look, her lower lip catching between her teeth.
"I apologize." Regina frowned for but a moment, her palm flattening against the younger woman's face. Emma turned into it, her features softening. "How about a down payment? If I allow you to… wash me, will you hold out until breakfast is over?"
"Lemme think about that." Emma smirked, turning her head to press a gentle kiss to Regina's hand.
"Are you honestly going to start this game when we have very little time to play it?" The teacher clucked with an arched brow.
Emma chuckled, moving away from Regina as she peeled her sleepwear off. "I accept your proposition."
Molten chocolate eyes ate up the exposed, pale flesh in front of her. A faint smirk quirked her lips as those very eyes met with Emma's, one foot moving in front of the other. The distance soon closed between them, the inches waning as Emma matched each step forward with one back before hitting the wall behind her.
Hard, cool tile shocked the blonde, her entire backside felt frozen against the bathroom wall. Her front side was soon covered by warm, satin-like skin as Regina's petite frame pressed tightly against the younger woman. Tawny fingers, slender and nimble, skated up pale sides while a soft giggle slipped from Emma's lips at the contact, her body squirming the more those fingers explored.
"You're wiggling all over the place, dear." Regina chuckled, her breath was hot and moist as it caressed Emma's neck with each wisp.
"That's because you're tickling me." Emma wrinkled her nose playfully, knowing that her words were obvious, as told by the expression that the older woman had donned.
"Is that so?" She quirked a brow, those fingers not ceasing their movements as she continued to trace the contour of her lover's body.
Emma made a soft sound and she nodded, her own hands finding themselves on the brunette's behind to pull her closer. Regina smirked slowly, mouth dropping to the younger woman's pale neck, pressing the softest of kisses to the warming surface. They hummed in unison, breathing heavy in the small room as the two of them made a tango backwards toward the shower – Regina in lead.
"Come, dear. We mustn't waste time." The brunette murmured with a breath, one foot rising to enter the tub as she continued to tug at her lover, urging her to join.
Emma didn't hesitate to respond to the demand, readily moving under the warm spray of water that Regina had started as soon as the older woman was fully in. The blonde took her position behind the brunette, watching as the tawny-skinned woman stepped underneath the warming water to wet her hair.
It was then that Emma couldn't take her eyes off that raven-haired beauty, eyes raking over the beads of water rolling down flawless skin. Every inch of the teacher was pure perfection. From those perfect toes painted crimson to the big, sparkling brown eyes watching her, warm with emotion.
"Are you watching me?" Regina's voice rumbled off the tile, one of those brows quirking. "Someone sure is a voyeur."
Emma smirked, not at all ashamed of being caught staring. "I totally am when I'm voyeuring your sexy body."
A soft giggle bubbled in the brunette's throat at the younger woman's remark, her head shaking as she grabbed Emma's arm to bring her under the spray in which Emma was anything but ready for. She squeaked softly when the water suddenly covered her face, causing her to sputter out the water that managed to enter her mouth.
"You're too dramatic for your own good." Regina tittered, maneuvering around the blonde as she made her way behind Emma to grab the shampoo.
"You totally shoved me under that water!" The amused spark in her eyes had Regina chuckling even more. However, she found the blonde's reaction so amusing, she would never know. Perhaps it was the look Emma was giving her with those eyes staring incredulously at her or the way her already thin lips seemed to disappear into a tight line.
"You say 'totally' way too much, dear." The teacher's words were short bubbles of laughter until they had finally subsided, leaving her to stare quietly at her partner, lips parted to take in the oxygen her lungs had lacked.
"I do not! 'Totally' is totally not my word." There was a pause before Emma blinked and looked as if she had wanted to slap herself. "... I did not mean to do that. You didn't hear it."
"Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil." Regina held up the apple scented shampoo, her visage stoic as if she weren't at all nude, wet, and in the shower, holding that bottle of shampoo like it were a mighty talisman.
And it was that very fact that had Emma suppressing the giggles threatening to spill out of her mouth. She forcibly swallowed them down, immediately turning around as she did so to hide the upcoming expression on her face. But her action had allowed Regina to snatch up the damp golden locks in one hand and lather them with the fruity soap held in her other.
Emma stood there quietly, allowing her lover to wash her hair with a relatively large smile on her face. The way Regina's slender fingers moved through the wet slab of her hair relaxed her.
Emma's eyes fluttered shut as she allowed the sensation to take her, body swaying slightly as it automatically leaned into Regina's own when the older woman tried to reach the top of her head. A soft hitch of air sounded behind her from the newest contact which had only sent a sliver of heat coursing down the teenager's spine.
"You're… ah, all rinsed out, my dear." Regina's words were strangled, hoarse, as if she hadn't talked in days.
"Yeah. Thanks." Emma tried to nonchalantly shrug off the small moment as she stepped forward and turned around to face the brunette before her. Those once chestnut eyes turned almost black since the last time she had seen them. A lip found its way between her teeth, getting chewed when that shampoo was handed to her.
"You're welcome." The teacher murmured, stepping into the shower of water to re-wet her hair so Emma could repeat the same process she had just done on her young lover.
And so, Emma had, as quickly and carefully as possible, trying hard to keep from fueling the soft-burning flame already lit in her lower belly. She was overall successful, only brushing against the brunette once when the muscles in her stomach had grown tired.
"And you're all finished!" Emma finally breathed.
The two of them had quickly put in their own conditioner, allowing it to sit as they gathered up the small loofas to lather with soap. In which had started yet another difficult task.
Unfortunately, they were stuck with little time and a day of frustration until the older woman returned from her day at work. Emma tried to keep that in mind as said woman made circular motions on her back with the soapy loofa.
Which, of course, proved rather difficult because that damned loofa was moving towards her front side and brushing against a very sensitive part of her. The faintest of whimpers fell from Emma's lips at that moment and she knew just then that Regina had heard her because the brunette paused.
"Do you like that?" She whispered and Emma could just hear the smirk in her pleased tone.
"I'm not allowed to disclose that information." Emma choked, her words wavering on the tip of her tongue.
The sounds of Regina's husky laughter fell off the tiled walls of the shower, drowning Emma in the rich sea of the honeyed tune. The blonde bit her lip, her head turning slightly to look at the woman behind her. She stood there, wearing nothing but a spicy smirk on her face as the cooling water drummed on her flawless skin, sliding in rivulets down every delicious curve of her body.
Emma could have died and gone to heaven just then.
"Does that mean that you don't like it, love?" Regina never lost that smirk, but instead gained a sultry complexion with a lower lip disappearing into her mouth. "Or you do, and you just don't want to admit it because of what I said?"
"No comment." The blonde immediately murmured; eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. "Clean time. It's time to get clean. We can't get dirty. No time."
"As much as I would love to disagree with that statement, I must, unfortunately, concur." Regina leaned forward to press her plump lips softly against her lover's in a chaste kiss. Her fingers closed around Emma's slender wrist as the blonde responded, her mind buzzing as it disappeared into a blissful void.
Then all too quickly it was over, and Regina was stepping away, leaving a breathless Emma to watch the older woman pass over the loofa with a smile. "Now it's your turn."
"Gratefully!" Emma beamed, not hesitating as she took the loofa from her lover. Quickly, she traded places with the teacher, allowing Regina under the showerhead as she grabbed the body soap.
"Unfortunately, we do not have much time," Regina whispered, watching as Emma used a hand to lather the soap into a foamy substance. "I do hate to cut the time short."
"I'll do my best to hurry. You need cleaned." Emma gave her a cheeky grin as she already began to scrub at the olive skin of the brunette's arm. "I mean… not saying that you're filthy or stinky or anything, but… y'know. Hygiene stuff."
With a tsk, the teacher lifted her arms up to allow the blonde more access. "Yes, of course. I understand." Regina gave her a wry smile, twirling around teasingly as Emma had continued, making circular motions across the older woman's back.
"Rub-a-dub-dub." Emma snickered under her breath, drawing closer to Regina's backside. She let her chin on the older woman's shoulder as her hands wrapped around said woman's waist, loofa still squeezed tight in her hand.
"… Emma, no." But the words were a chuckle as they left Regina's lips, her body rumbling against Emma's front with a pleasant tingle. "We need to hurry."
"I know!" The blonde jutted out her lower lip but made haste as she quickly scrubbed the rest of her girlfriend's body, trying her best to ignore the hitched breaths that it earned.
"I… I think that you're clean enough, right?"
"Right," Regina couldn't seem get the word out of her mouth fast enough, but as soon as it had left her lips, Emma dropped the shower puff as if it were a hot coal.
Emma grabbed a towel from the rack to quickly sponge off the remaining beads of water, rapidly cooling her skin with goose bumps. She dared a glance toward her older lover, white terrycloth over her golden mane to allow her a sneaking look.
Regina was standing there in front of the mirror, towel already wrapped around her thin frame in a toga-style while she stood with her fingers in her hair to tame the wild and wet mane. She donned a slight pout on her full, pink lips when she discovered her fingers merely tangled in the dark, damp locks.
"I need a brush and stat." The older woman's deep voice rumbled next to the blonde who quickly covered her face up with the towel.
If she were going to be caught staring, she was going to do it with dignity.
Whatever grace came out of covering her face oh so conspicuously with that white terrycloth. Emma grinned behind the towel for a moment when a pause lilted Regina's statement because that gave her away. The blonde quickly fluffed the rest of the water from her hair, donning the same toga-style that Regina had with her own towel.
"… Could you please hand it to me?"
"Uh, yeah." Emma passed over Regina's hairbrush before going in to grab her own, quickly combing out the tangles in her hair until it was a satisfactory sheet of wet locks.
Meanwhile, Regina was nursing her hair with products and a hairdryer that let those clumpy chocolate strands transform into the usual fluffy curls.
And then those perfect, pink lips moved as the familiar husky voice erupted from them. "Take a picture, dear, I will last forever."
Emma blinked slightly, realizing this was directed at her. Of course, considering the two of them were the only ones in the bathroom. The blonde hadn't realized she was watching the brunette's transformation from wet cat to fluffy kitty.
"You're amazing." She found the words pouring out of her mouth before Emma could even form a proper sentence to give instead.
"Well, I do suppose I just have that… air about me, yeah?" The teacher gave her a wink and fluffed the ends of her hair up.
"Oh definitely, Gina." Emma giggled softly, leaning in to quickly brush her lips against the older woman's olive cheek, then quickly dropped her towel and hopped from the bathroom with another chuckle.
Emma immediately heard a soft noise behind her and the light pad of footsteps as she made her way across the bedroom to locate the clothes that she had set out earlier. She quickly donned her undergarments and was about to reach for her jeans when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Emma paused momentarily, a smile curving her lips into something sweet when the scent of her girlfriend's spicy perfume tore through her senses and consumed her. She leaned into the rich aroma, her head resting against the older woman's shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She inquired quietly, eyes sliding toward the digital clock on the bed to note the time. There wasn't long before they needed to leave. Which was unfortunate, she thought as her eyes fluttered shut and let the warmth of the other consume her.
"Holding you for a moment." Regina's reply was a breeze of air against the blonde's ear, earning another tug of her lips. She was warm against Emma's backside. Each breath that the brunette took shadowed the blonde's own, lulling her into a sweet trance, freezing time to just that moment.
"I love you, you know that?" Emma chuckled her words, though there was no humor behind it. She merely wrapped her arms around Regina's as her lover had replied with the equivalent.
Emma could float; her head was so far above her. The skies were glorious with the sun as a splotch of yellow light, brightly lighting her path amongst the cotton-like clouds dotting the cerulean backdrop. The breeze caressed her skin like soft, warm fingers and carried the faint scent of faraway perfumes.
And the airway that they traveled by seemed to suddenly slap her violently against the face as a harsh storm permeated the surrounding area. The sound of crackling thunder roared in her ears as the sound of a familiar voice, reattaching the bonds she broke from reality.
"We need to be leaving soon, so I guess I should… get dressed." The teacher pulled from the blonde, slowly as her hands seemed to linger on the younger woman's abdomen.
Soft, tawny fingers gently caressed the warm, pale flesh leaving behind small bumps in their wake as they slid outwards, then up the sensitive sides with a teasing pattern. Emma was left shifting awkwardly in her spot, keeping herself from wiggling about as those digits explored further up her curves with shocking electricity with each movement, eventually turning onto her back to detach with reluctance as the connection was lost.
Heat slowly began to dissipate from her body. The once small, pleasant bumps turned into much more unpleasant tingles as the very real breeze bit into her skin, leaving her to shiver.
Emma opened her eyes after a few moments longer, soaking in the surrounding area. She stood in front of the bed where she had been previously with her forgotten clothes in front of her, neatly folded on the mattress. A sigh forced its way from the blonde's body as she picked up her shirt once again, jade eyes sliding towards the colored numbers beside the bed. It felt as if they had been standing there for longer than that clock had shown, though she supposed that she shouldn't exactly complain. They didn't want to run late, after all.
It wasn't long before Emma had finished completing her attire, with shoes and all. Regina, on the other hand, was at the mirror with a hand up to her face as she perfected her makeup. Though, what need was there for her to even put that hunk of face paint on when she was gorgeous without? Emma couldn't fathom it, but whatever Regina had desired the blonde wouldn't argue.
Silently, Emma made her way behind the older woman to observe each delicate stroke she made with the brush against her cheek and the amusing way she sucked her cheeks in to do so. Emma gave a soft giggle at that, though tried her best to stifle it behind a hand too late for Regina quirked a brow at her through the mirror.
"What is so amusing? You have seen me put on makeup before."
The answer clung to the air, drawing it thicker as silence remained. Emma merely shrugged; lips pursed together because she did this every time Regina asked that question after she giggled. She was sure the brunette knew by now but chose not to say so. After all, what was the pleasure in knowledge when feigning ignorance was less mediocre?
"Sometimes I worry for your sanity, Emma." Regina gave a short giggle before going back to her makeup. "You are quite lucky that I tolerate your tomfoolery."
"Are you quite sure about that?" Emma smirked, setting her chin on the brunette's shoulder. "I do not wish to impede on your life, Ms. Mills."
"Ooh, so you're going to play that card?" Chestnut irises connected with forest eyes; an airy upturn of crimson lips reflected in the mirror.
Emma quickly nodded, kissed the brunette's cheek, and stepped away. "Indeed I am. What are you going to do? Give me detention?"
"Oh, I might be able to think of a punishment suitable for you." The teacher quickly finished up with her current objective before putting the cosmetic items away. "But, of course, that would have to be later."
"You could always take breakfast away from me?" Emma grinned from across the room, her jacket already donned with the car keys in her hand.
"There is no way in hell that I would do that."
"And why not?"
"Give me those!" Regina was already on Emma's side of the room, snatching those very keys from her younger lover's hand as she walked out the door. "And because I said no. Now get your little butt moving or there won't be any sort of anything later… Promises or not."
"You can't do that!" The blonde's words sounded like a pout as she stumbled after Regina.
"Just watch me."
"No!"
"Keeps saying 'no' and so will I every time you ask."
"Oh, you're so cold." Emma growled softly as she found herself in the Mercedes-Benz.
Regina was already in the driver's seat with the keys in the ignition, her gaze quickly turning to the blonde as she settled. Her eyes were full of mischief when they met with Emma's, the sardonic smirk on her lips only seemed to grow wider as Emma reacted.
"I know I can be, dear, but you needn't make a remark of it."
"Of course I do. What else am I here for?" The blonde smiled, shifting to put her seatbelt on at the last moment as Regina pulled out of the driveway.
"I can think of quite a few reasons, but I will not bore you with such trivial detail." The teacher grinned at the road ahead, remaining ignorant to the soft grunt of protest that her statement had earned.
"Excuses, excuses, Regina."
"I wouldn't speak, Emma."
That clammed Emma up, her jaw snapping shut just like the sea creature itself. She pressed herself against the seat and sought out the scenery around them, realizing that their destination was far closer than she had anticipated.
"Would you prefer to wait out here, or would you like to come in?" Regina turned to Emma, breaking the blonde from her wandering thoughts once again.
"What do you think is best?" Emma's inquiry was a yawn as she unbuckled herself and stretched. "I should probably just stay out here. It's nice. I'll take a little walk around until I should come in."
Regina's attention never left Emma as she spoke, her warm eyes searching the younger woman's face while she processed the words. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll message you when it gets close to opening."
"Perfect." Emma grinned, hand searching for the door hand to pop it open only to be stopped by a hand on her thigh. She ceased movement, her entire body tensing as she withdrew her gaze from the sidewalk next to her and to the sweet little brunette seated beside her.
"I'll see you in a bit." Her eyes had a momentary look of confliction in them as she hesitated with her movements, just staring at Emma for a long few seconds before finally pulling away with a clear of her throat.
"Yeah." Emma nodded, shot her a smile, and hopped out. She would take a brisk walk around the block, text Belle where the hell she was, try to search her friend down, and head back to eat all the food that she could stuff into her stomach.
With another yawn, the blonde stepped further onto the sidewalk and began to head off, her eyes catching on the brunette as she passed. Her footsteps slowed. Regina walked with the elegance of a queen and wore the aura of regality. It was impressive for the woman was merely a teacher and nothing more. But, oh, she really was so much more.
Emma could have melted at those few seconds as she watched as Regina crossed into the restaurant, one black high heeled foot in front of the other, the muscles in her calves working as she moved only visible from the knee-length blue dress that hugged every succulent curve of her perfect physique.
Only if it were cooler, Emma might have been able to quickly walk off the heat sweating her out of the jacket that she wore. She finally tore her gaze away from the teacher's plump rear end when she disappeared into the restaurant.
"Walk. Walk. Walk." She muttered to herself, turning around to head off in the opposite direction, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She was already anxious to get home and get that rain check cashed in.
It was only a quarter to nine.
How long was breakfast going to be, now?
Too long.
Breakfast seemed as if it were too long… And too filling.
By the time Emma was parked in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes, her stomach felt as if it were going to pop. Groaning softly, she tried to shift into a more comfortable position to relieve the pressure.
"How could so much good food be so painful?" Emma lamented, hand brushing over her slightly extended stomach.
Regina had a look on her face that expressed the answer with her eyebrows in her hairline and her lips pursed into a thin line. "Well, you did have several plates of food, dear."
"No. I didn't have that much. It… just looked like it." Emma huffed softly, thinking back to the restaurant. She went up to gather several plates of food, that was true, but each plate only harbored one or two separate things. Things that she only thought of while she was eating her previous plate.
Her scattered thoughts made her look like a pig.
And her stomach made her feel like one, too.
"Only if you say so, Emma." The teacher let out a soft snort at the comment, the corner of her mouth quirked.
Then it hit Emma like a ton of bricks. She wasn't the only one stuffing her face at the restaurant. Oh, hell no. There were plenty of other people doing the same, and even more so, and that was including…
"I wouldn't talk, Ms. I-Need-That-So-I'll-Pile-It-On-My-Plate-As-Much-As-I-Can-And-Pretend-It's-Dignified." Emma quirked a brow at Regina, giving her a tight little grin. And she stared at her until the brunette looked over with wide eyes and a guilt-ridden smile.
"Emma."
"It's not a lie, dear." Emma chuckled, stealing Regina's well-known endearment. "I watched you like a hawk."
Regina gave her a sideways glance, lips quirking into a salty smirk. "Simply because we dined at the same table, my dear, sweet teacher's pet."
"Only because I didn't know where else to sit." Emma bantered, blood rising to the surface of her cheeks.
"You may tell yourself that…" A hum sounded from beside the pouting blonde, instantly turning the frown upside down as she tittered at the response. "What?"
"Us. We're just…" The giggles were free as they fell from Emma's lips, each a melodic tune that resounded in the small vehicle. "Bickering, you know?"
"Bickering? Do you honestly believe this to be bickering?" Regina quirked a brow, looking half-amused, yet piqued. Though this had merely earned another shrug, the saucy grin on Emma's face leaving the question to dangle in the car's thick air.
"Sometimes I wonder about you, Miss Swan." The teacher chuckled, turning onto their street.
"It's playful banter. Something to keep it… all spiced-up, you know?" Emma finally elaborated; emerald hues focused idly on the pavement that passed ahead.
There was a soft hum before the following response, almost as if it were holding back laughter. "Well, I would have figured keeping a relationship spiced-up would include other… properties than playful banter. Now, that would be keeping things interesting."
"Then what do you conclude would be keeping things all spicy?"
"Oh, I do have a few ideas, my dear." The tone of Regina's voice seemed to have dropped dramatically, clinging onto a husky tone that mirrored her welling thoughts. "You see; I do have a check to cash in."
"Indeed, you do." Sudden excitement shot straight through Emma, bringing back memories of their morning and her rain check promise. She grinned widely, not at all modest enough to hide it. "And how might you plan on doing that?"
"I believe it starts out a little like this…" The woman leaned forward; lips pursed as she pressed a kiss against the blonde's nose. "And perhaps a little of this…" Her voice was an absent hum as she brought those red lips to the pale skin of Emma's cheek. "Mm… and maybe a little here…" The next tender kiss was placed just a mere lip-width down.
Emma's breath hitched with each feather-light peck that was brushed against her skin, tickling like a butterfly's wings. The curve of her lips turned upwards when those tantalizing lips explored further, each hot and breathy word that the brunette muttered along with them stirred up a fire that threatened to blaze.
She nearly groaned when those lips finally made it closer to her own, pressing firmly against the corner of her smile. Her lips ached to be covered by the older woman's by now, her entire mind focused on the newest desire.
"And one final kiss to set the sail," Regina rumbled, the words nearly lost in their mingled breaths as she closed the distance with the long-awaited kiss, her wish granted as red meshed with light pink. A soft, sweet kiss it was, only lasting a mere second before she came down again, this time a little rougher.
And the rougher, the better. Emma groaned at the newest sensation, her body responding eagerly as she moved across the bench seat, arm wrapping around the older woman's waist to pull her closer. Regina responded in time, her fingers snaking up the blonde's back and through those delicate curls as she slowly moved into the kiss.
"Car?" Emma breathed between the next kiss and the last, her pupils dilated.
"Car?" Regina echoed, not at all ready for their intimate moment to be complete. She drew her lips back in, this time dropping them to the blonde's neck. Soft, reddened lips traced the column of her younger lover's neck, tasting each delicious inch of the sweet, tender flesh.
"Y-yes." Emma bit her lip, the sensation buzzing from her neck and down her spine, managing to pool itself somewhere forbidden. A soft gasp left her lips when Regina had found one of her sweet spots and took advantage, tonguing and nibbling the soft spot to earn more of those precious notes. "Will we… spice it up in here?"
The English teacher hadn't seemed bothered to answer right away as she had continued to provide her attention to the sensitive spot that was harbored in the crook of her neck. Her hands explored otherwise, one still tangled greedily up in the tousled sea of honeyed locks while the other remained hesitant, resting on Emma's hip with twitching fingers.
"Mm, no," she finally murmured against the dark pink patch of skin, giving it a tender lick before pulling away with a smirk. "How terribly uncouth to fuck in the car."
"People do it." Emma shrugged, her head pounding as she felt blood rush quickly to it, filling in her cheeks a rosy tint.
"Yes, Emma, but we are not regular people."
"I never said regular people do it."
"I simply don't feel comfortable with it." The brunette unfurled her hand from Emma's hair as she detached herself, sitting back properly in her seat. "Not outside. It's…"
"It's not private?" Emma concluded her teacher's unfinished sentence, head tilting slightly as she gazed at the flushed brunette before her.
"Exactly. You never know what kind of… pervert might be lurking around." Thus, she had coughed and coyly fixed the dress that Emma had ruffled up, then reached for the door. "Mm, why don't we get inside before we waste any more time?"
"I am definitely behind you." Emma battled the door to open and stumbled out, finding Regina to be halfway to the door by the time she had ever managed to close the door. "How the hell?"
"When you have very little time, it makes you do… wondrous things." Regina smirked behind at Emma who still attempted to catch up, succeeding in doing so when the brunette was stumped with the door key.
"How about the door?" Emma mumbled, half to herself as she watched the front door get pushed into the foyer.
But the teacher hadn't heard those muttered words and voiced her knowledge of them upon turning around to confront the very blonde that they came from. "What did you say, dear?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Emma was quick to deny the words that she had spoken, rushing herself inside to shut the door.
But now that Regina stared at Emma with those darkened eyes, real contemplation bubbling within them as if she were seriously considering that option. And for that moment, Emma had hope.
Hope?
Hope that they would defile that poor front door?
"You said something about the door again, didn't you?" She queried, though she already knew what the blonde had said. It was later confirmed when Emma nodded, a light smirk on her lips.
"You'll probably-"
"Then let's do it, Emma."
"I knew it. You-" But then she blinked, because did she really just say that? Was she truly being serious? "Wait, what?"
"Let's do it." Regina smirked, backing Emma up against the white painted door. Each move was like an enchanting aphrodisiac, burrowing the blonde in deeper and deeper until she was drunk of lust. "I don't have much time, dear. Why not? Let's… spice things up."
"Mmm, remember, you said it." Emma purred, sliding her arms around the older woman's neck.
And like that, their lips were on each other's like clockwork. Regina's hands were gathering her young lover's face into them, one's fingers sliding heatedly through her hair as the other gently slid across the smooth surface of Emma's warm cheek. The blonde's body was buzzing, overwhelmed, and tingling with excitement. She didn't know what the hell to do or what to grab in that moment, so she did the first thing she thought about doing. Her hands fell to the brunette's behind, squeezing her lower half tighter against her front which had earned an unexpected moan.
"Gina…" Emma pulled from the kiss, her hot breath puffing against red, swollen lips. "I have an idea."
"Don't speak, dear. Just do." Regina groaned, readying herself for another kiss but was immediately denied when Emma had taken control and twirled them around, slamming her against the door instead. This had earned a breathless gasp but was not further questioned and instead was greeted by another frantic kiss.
That was all that was needed to trigger the next step in Emma's destined plan. She returned the intimate gesture, fervently seeking out her lover's lips as pale digits slid over heated tawny flesh. A smirk found its way on her face at the reaction it had earned; goose flesh pebbled underneath her fingertips the further she had explored. Her lips remained attached to Regina's, their tongues dueling for a dominance that never seemed to be found. Fingers tugged futilely at clothes that wouldn't budge while their bodies never got the relief they needed through the cloth covering them.
Emma's fingers had fallen away from the brunette's shoulders to slide steadily under the hem of the indigo dress that the latter wore. Regina shivered slightly at the contact, those cool, slender fingers creeping skillfully up her warm thighs in search of a certain treasure. But that treasure was far from the brunette's desires as Emma curled her digits around the waistband of the panties that were hidden.
"What…" Regina breathed the word but was immediately shushed by the younger woman as she proceeded to complete the task at hand. And as she had, Emma's lips left the brunette's, only to slide down her tender neck and over the exposed expanse of her breastbone. A pleading cry left her lips, her own fingers curling into the blonde mane as it lowered; moving over her breasts and down her abdomen until it reached the hands that finally tugged those panties down long, tanned legs.
Regina helplessly watched as the black scrap of fabric was tossed behind Emma, the latter hiking the skirt of her dress up to reveal what she had desired. The brunette's head fell back against the door, fingers tightening in the locks that she held with anticipation. Her hips bucked slightly, almost as if they were impatient on getting the attention that they had deserved.
A spicy grin grew across Emma's face at the reaction. She knew they were on limited time and that seemed rather unfortunate. There was always some sort of fantasy about taking Regina against the front door that continuously resonated in her mind, and she had rarely imagined it to turn out like this. Though, that wasn't saying this was imperfect. It was going rather well, but a speedy process it was.
Unfortunate, she thought, lifting one of the brunette's legs over her shoulder so she could position herself correctly. They wouldn't exactly have too many days left in this house which would leave it unlikely they would ever do something like this again. Emma shrugged mentally to herself. It was a special, intimate moment between them, nonetheless. Why did something such as this seem to make her feel even closer to Regina? She always wondered that very thing.
Of course, that was the thing about sex; mating, if she would get more technical. Well, rash. It was usually used as something to bond two people together. It was a special thing saved for a special someone, or that was what she had been told in school. Otherwise, it was all around her. In the movies, on television, it wasn't used as something special. It was used to help one another out. Like a "you scratch my back, I scratch yours" sort of thing.
Wait, what the hell am I even thinking about? Emma furrowed her brows.
Intimacy. That was about the only thing she could think about now as she dove forward, taking a taste of the forbidden fruit displayed before her.
"Oh," Regina moaned at the newest contact and bucked her hips automatically against the blonde, fingers tugging almost painfully at her hair.
Emma smirked, working her tongue over the sensitive folds, poking and prodding here and there, earning a few moans and yelps of pleasure. But she knew that wasn't enough. That was never enough. Intent to give her lover the release that she deserved, Emma proceeded with her wicked exploration, that tongue delving into deeper areas that left Regina shuddering a breath above her.
"R-Right there! More, please!"
The plea left echoing in the foyer was enough for Emma to continue. She disappeared between those taut thighs, one of her hands getting caught with Regina's own in a desperate need to find ground as the other sought out the delicious mounds on her lover's chest. Hips rocked desperately against her tongue, drumming a steady beat on the front door as she was bombarded by pleasurable pain; her hair ready to become a wig at any given moment.
"I feel like I'm going to vomit…" Regina moaned in between her desperate cries, her pace never seemed to slow as she continued to ride the younger woman's face with great bravado.
But it was Emma that had paused out of concern, looking up at her lover with a glistening face. "Do you want me to stop?"
"N-No… Don't stop. It feels too good." Regina pleaded, forcing the blonde's head back down as she continued back up at the pace they had kept before.
"If yer shoor." Emma's voice was muffled before continuing back to where she left off, this time trying to press closer to enter her a little deeper.
"I-I am, Emma. Just too much food." There was a momentary pant as Regina got back into their previous rhythm, the leg wrapped around Emma gripped even tighter when the blonde had tried to move away to inquire her concerns once again. "J-Just continue, baby. I-I'm almost there." There was a squeeze to her hand as if it were meant to be reassuring.
With a grunt, Emma merely continued off her lover's words. And just as promised by Regina, the older woman was growing more desperate with her movements as she rode high up the mountain of ecstasy until she had exploded with pleasure. Her cry resonated through the foyer and no doubt the entire house as she climaxed, her rocking hips jerky against Emma's working tongue, trying to keep that beautiful high to continue.
"Oh, Emma…" The brunette choked as she tried so desperately to cling onto the blonde, even if it were just her hair and a hand. It was enough as she cruised the high cloud until it disappeared, and she tumbled back down to solid ground. And as she had, her ass had also found the ground with Emma awkwardly pulling her head away with a mousy grin.
"I apologize, darling." Regina shot her a sheepish grin, hand extending toward Emma cheek. "I almost squished you."
"It's okay." What mind did Emma have when she brought the woman she loved to a glorious climax? She was right. You can do wondrous things with little time.
The teacher chuckled breathlessly, making grabby hands for the blonde to enter her arms in which the latter had gladly accepted and curled into them comfortably. "I will never say no to front door sex again."
"That sounds… hilarious, actually." Emma couldn't help but to cough, letting her active dirty mind shine through. Regina wasn't particularly amused by her statement, but let it slide as she held the younger woman close in her lap, stroking her soft, golden strands.
"You know what I mean."
"And you kept denying." Emma hummed softly, snuggling closer to her because yes, she did quite enjoy the hair petting. It was always one of her most favorite things that Regina did. Anytime they cuddled, she did it. In the morning. Late at night. Cuddling on the couch, or bed. Or after an intimate moment. Sighing softly, she let her eyes close. And it was especially nice after nearly getting her hair ripped out.
"You're like a sweet little kitty. Kitty Emma." Regina cooed softly, rejoicing in the fact that the blonde really did resemble that of a cat as she was curled up in her lap now, her legs curled up on Regina's own as she lay against her.
"Am I your little kitty now?"
"Yes." Regina firmly nodded and gave her nose a quick kiss. "All mine."
"Mm, you should give your kitty a good rubbing. She really needs it." Emma purred, = eyes opening to peek up at the brunette who offered a sweet smile.
"Of course. Don't think I haven't forgotten about you." And that sweet little smile was countered by the growl that left it, defiling the smile into something salacious.
"I hope there will be enough time?" Her head tilted slightly, noticing the purse that had been dropping in the middle of the foyer. "What time do you have to return?"
"I should be fine…" Regina thought to herself, standing up with Emma in her arms. "Whatever time it is."
Emma puffed out a breath of air, arm still wrapped around her lover to steady herself. Once she had, she held up a finger and pulled out her cellphone to check what time it was. "It's a quarter past eleven."
That must have been the wrong answer. Regina's eyes went as wide as saucers, then went immediately to the numbers that were displayed on the blonde's phone.
"Dammit! I need to be back in fifteen minutes." The brunette grumbled a small profanity, gently urging Emma away from her so she could collect the panties that had managed their way into the middle of the foyer. "I… I can try to-"
"No, no!" Emma blinked when those sad, brown eyes were turned on her. "You need to go. I don't want to make you late. It's okay. Really."
"Emma, are you-"
"Yeah! I mean, I got to do what I wanted."
Those words had Regina's cheeks flaring. "I will make this up to you later. I promise."
"Okay, Gina." Emma giggled, shaking her head at the frenzied brunette. She quickly wrapped the older woman up in a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Sure, she wasn't exactly happy that she had to be left hanging, horny and all. But she didn't want to force her girlfriend, her teacher, to be late for class. She'd find a way to ease herself over until the brunette returned.
Regina breathed into the kiss, relaxing slightly as she returned it before pulling away. "I will see you later, alright?"
"Alright." Emma nodded, taking a step away from the front door.
The brunette nodded slightly, though quickly diverted her path from the door to check herself out in the mirror just a few feet away. She fluffed her hair out, attempting to fix whatever mess they had managed to make (if any), and wiped away the leftover lipstick from around her mouth.
"You're already beautiful." Emma grinned, quickly picking up the older woman's purse before she passed by to the door. "But I guess that lipstick was a little sloppy."
"You ate most of it." Regina gave her a wry smirk, accepting the bag onto her shoulder while she pulled open the front door. "Thank you."
"Anytime…" Emma grinned widely, leaving the answer open. The brunette must have accepted for she offered a shake of the head, the wry smirk only growing.
"Don't have too much fun without me."
"Don't worry." Emma shrugged, hanging onto the front door while Regina remained on the porch for a moment longer than needed. "I'll be asleep. Probably still when you get back."
"Oh, dear. You're a little bed bug sometimes." Regina chuckled, waving a hand at the blonde as she finally headed off to the Benz. Emma watched while the brunette got in and started the car, then even still as she drove off.
And then Emma was home alone. She was free and home alone. She could do anything she wanted.
Which was sleep.
Sure, she was still a little hot and bothered, but that was something she could pass off for now. With a soft pout for not being able to get her share, she hopped up the stairs and straight off towards the room that she shared with Regina.
Smiling idly, she stripped out of her jeans and headed toward the bathroom for a quick clean-up of her sticky face. After successfully doing just that, she trudged from the ensuite bath to the dresser where Regina's non-Mr. Pervert sit, taking the place of his former competition which had been successfully debugged and packed away.
After Zelena's untimely visit, the two of them hadn't hesitated to search Regina's old childhood toy for the bug that her sister had said she implanted. The brunette was first hesitant on this, not exactly wanting to rip apart a fond memory of her past in case there was nothing to be found. But she quickly got over it when they did, in fact, find the little micro-chip looking thing inside.
Utterly pissed, Regina broke the piece of technology to bits before tearfully searching the poor little rag for anymore implantations. When all was clear, she stitched it back up and stuffed it in a box just in case there was something that she had missed and stored it in one of the extra rooms that she had never used.
"Like some weird-ass drama shit you see on TV." Emma mumbled to the new panda bear upon returning to the memory. Her life seemed a little too interesting now that all of this was going on.
Emma merely had a crush on her teacher. That was all. She pursued it. And then this happened.
"What happened?" She stared in bewilderment at the plush animal. "How the hell would you know, anyways? What the hell am I doing? I'm talking to a stuffed bear."
She was losing it. She was alone and she was losing it.
"Going to bed. That will make me stop talking to myself. Yes." She continued to mutter to herself, crawling into the empty bed. It felt cold without the warmth of her lover beside her. But that's what this little panda was for. It was to replace her. Though it really wouldn't work.
"You'll suffice, though. You smell like her." She hummed softly, pulling the covers over her body before curling up underneath them with the panda bear in arms. "Goodnight, little Gina bear. Big Gina human will be back soon. I hope."