Chapter 2: The Ride
Chapter Summary: Emma takes Regina for that ride.
Chapter Notes: This part is definitely NSFW.
"Let's get some helmets first." Emma squeezed the keys in her palm, a way of acknowledging to herself that what was about to happen was not a dream. She pointed toward the dealer's booth. "Over there."
As she walked in front of Regina to lead the way, she caught the woman's scent, apple blossoms and chicory, the seductive mix of light and dark. But it was Regina's nostrils flaring, inhaling Emma, which accompanied Regina's hand sliding over her abdomen that threatened Emma's composure. Just knowing Regina wanted her this much made Emma close her eyes and blink, weak in the knees.
"What'll it be, ladies?"
"Two helmets," Emma said. "We're going to take that one out for a test drive."
"ID please."
Emma held up her Sheriff's badge.
"Wouldn't you want something a little more powerful for the department?" he asked.
"Nah, something dexterous and nibble... I mean nimble," Emma stuttered, "will see more action."
"I expect it will," Regina said. Her palm pressed against Emma's low back. Emma swallowed, but gamely came back and leveled her most neutral stare at the dealer.
"Anything else?"
"No, Sheriff Swan. Two helmets." He reached under the kiosk shelf and withdrew two matte finish plain black full face helmets.
Emma reached out for both, passing one to Regina. "Here. We'll put them on outside."
Regina turned the helmet over in her hands several times then looked back up at Emma, her brown eyes bright with something between excitement and trepidation. Emma lifted an eyebrow.
After looking at the dealer, Regina squared her shoulders. "Lead the way, Sheriff."
Tucking the helmet under her elbow, Emma led the way back to the motorcycle. "Are you sure about this?" she checked again when she had the bike in hand and was rolling it out through the garage-like door to the asphalt outside.
Regina lifted the helmet, but before pulling it on over her features, she said clearly, "I know you'll keep me safe."
Emma stalled the helmet movement and leaned forward. Just before Regina's ear she whispered, "Always."
She felt Regina's face heat up before she pulled back to see the blush she had caused. "You are determined to destroy my Evil Queen reputation, aren't you?" Regina hissed back.
"Oh, yeah. She's putty in my hands," Emma chuckled.
Regina rolled her eyes and then her face vanished behind the faceplate. After helping Regina with the chinstrap, Emma straddled the motorcycle and helped Regina mount onto the back of the long saddle sideways, her leather skirt too tight to ride astride. "Just put your feet on the buffer above the exhaust pipe," she instructed. "And wrap your arms around my waist."
Doing as instructed, Regina asked, voice muffled behind the helmet, "How far are we going?"
"As far as you want," Emma said, intending the double-entendre. "As for distance, I thought I'd take you to this place I'm kinda familiar with. It's reasonably close. Won't take long."
In answer, Regina leaned her body into Emma's back and wrapped her arms around her waist. Emma sat down onto the bike saddle and strapped her helmet on. Checking that their route through the parking lot and out onto the street was clear, Emma inserted the key and kickstarted the motor. The 1200cc engine vibrated between her thighs and Regina's such squeeze of her middle told her the other woman felt a quick hit from a mix of excitement and trepidation as Emma herself.
"Hold on!" she instructed again as she allowed the motorcycle to roll forward and lifted her feet from the ground.
Riding with Emma was easy. Regina found the solidity of the other woman reassuring and the motions of the motorcycle gentle and unalarming. Her vision wasn't the best through the faceplate, and she preferred to look forward, over Emma's shoulder, rather than around at the scenery passing them by. The vibrations under her rear sent tingles through her body, however, and she began looking forward to wherever they would stop. She was beginning to desire something more fulfilling than mere tingles.
Finally, Emma turned the motorcycle off road and dropped both feet to balance over unsteady ground at a snail's pace. They rolled along a path between some trees, and at last, Emma kicked the stand into place, and turned off the engine. When Emma lifted off her helmet and shook out her hair, Regina did the same.
"Where are we?"
"A copse by the lake," Emma said. "There's a marble bench over there." She took the helmet from Regina's hands and set both helmets on the saddle before reaching for Regina's waist. "I hope you like it," she said. "I used to come out here to think when I first got back to Storybrooke."
She shrugged out of her leather jacket and laid it on the bench, which Regina could now see was hidden from view in all directions. She added her own jacket to the bench. "It's nice."
"So, did you enjoy the bike ride?" Emma asked. She took Regina's hand and guided her to sit down the bench before sitting beside her.
"I did. What many people say is true. I could sense the power you feel controlling a machine like that."
"And freedom," Emma replied.
"And freedom," Regina echoed, looking away at the surrounding foliage. Self-control and freedom. Recurring desires in both their lives.
"Regina?" She turned back just as Emma reached for her chin, fingertips caressing the line of her jaw. She lifted her mouth to meet Emma's, closing her eyes and parting her lips to the woman's lingual caresses. Lifting her hands to Emma's chest, she reveled in the speeding heartbeat under the fingers of her right hand. Knowing Emma had taken Regina's heart into her own and that both were safe here, she gave herself up to living in the moment.
Her hands slid down Emma's chest, feeling the soft fabric of the other woman's dress, then the silk of Emma's thigh as the dress's length ended. She flexed her hands into the muscle and Emma's thighs parted as though on command. Regina smiled into their continuing kisses and stroked up the woman's inner thighs. She welcomed Emma's hands on her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and then her fingers fumbles as she parted the buttons down the center of her chest.
When Emma palmed her breasts, Regina inhaled in pleasure. When her fingertips tangled at the edge of Emma's panties feeling the heat and wetness, Regina sucked on the tongue pushed past her teeth with a groan.
Emma's touch became ardently sloppy; it seemed she wanted to touch Regina everywhere at once. Emma cupped her cheek, her lips nipped. Regina's nipple, now bare to the sunlight and breeze, was pulled between shaking fingers. Opening her eyes when Emma pulled away from the kiss, Regina watched her lover grab for Regina's hips, pull her ass hard onto her lap, and then Regina was lowered tenderly onto the bench.
Bodies pressing tightly, Emma bent forward again, mouth seeking her skin. Regina threshed her fingers through the lush blonde hair. Then she squirmed and sighed into the pleasure of Emma's mouth settling over her left breast, tongue plying the nipple, shooting sensation directly to Regina's groin pressing hard into Emma's waist as the woman lifted her legs and hips atop Emma's own. The leather skirt which had been an obstacle for the bike ride, was pushed to her own waist now, Emma's hands massaging her thighs, thumbs pressing closer and closer to Regina's center with every motion.
"Emma," Regina breathed, eyes open to take in the canopy of trees sheltering them from the sky's sight. This was their paradise, alone together, sheltered and sheltering each other from outsiders seeking to direct their lives. Regina tugged on Emma's hair, a wordless need to commune mouth to mouth.
"Regina," Emma breathed just before their lips settled softly together, bare touches that nevertheless communicated a more profound connection than either of them had ever expected.
Turning and lifting Regina, Emma settled her across her hips. "Hold on," she instructed. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's neck. Emma's hands went between her thighs, pushing aside the thin panties and found Regina's swollen clit with her thumb. Regina threw her head back giving the pounding pulse in her throat over to Emma's licks. She lifted on her knees and rocked urgently onto the fingers that now slipped inside her.
Oh damn, Regina panted as Emma started humming against her throat, mimicking the vibrations that had set her passions rising on the back of the motorcycle. But this time, she had pressure against her clit, and two fingers to grip as her inner muscles tightened.
Her pants interspersed with moans. Emma's hums against her skin and her fingers twisting and pushing deeply wrested involuntary cries and she felt a burn in her thighs and sweat trickling down her throat and between her breasts, as she stretched and writhed and strained on the edge. "Please, please. Em." Her voice broke with another cry as Emma added a third finger and circled intently against the underside of Regina's clit. Regina rolled into the sensation, Emma's fingertips just brushing that spot.
Her cry was incoherent when she came, and startled birds from their nests in a flurry of beating wings and rustling leaves. She gasped in surprise.
Emma kissed her eyes and her cheeks and then her panting mouth with infinite tenderness, withdrawing her fingers and painting Regina's passion to the inside of her thighs.
Regina lowered her head to Emma's shoulder, inhaling the sweat raised on Emma's skin, and the scent of sex that now filled the air alongside pine and oak and sunshine. She exhaled, a tiny laugh escaping her lips.
"Good, huh?" Emma murmured against her temple.
"Such a good ride," Regina said, her words punctuated with uneven breaths.
Emma smoothed Regina's panties back into place, sending aftershock tremors into Regina's core. Then she lifted Regina and smoothed her leather skirt back underneath her, and wrapped her arms around Regina's back.
"Whenever you're ready," Emma said, "We can go."
"Not until I have returned the favor," Regina said, nuzzling Emma's throat, feeling the pulse under her lips speed up. She pulled her head back to look into green eyes.
"Yeah?" Emma lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, dear. It's time you rode with me in the driver's seat."
Regina smirked; Emma chuckled. They shared a kiss.
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