Emma had been waiting for Regina to fall asleep before leaving. She had a golden rule, never spend the night if you aren't yet dating. Once she heard Regina's breathing slow and become softer and more drawn out she slipped out of the brunette's bed and scooped her clothes up off of the floor. She quickly walked down the stairs before dressing as silently as she could. Henry didn't know that Emma was still there and she wanted to keep it that way. She walked into the kitchen and found a piece of paper, quickly scribbling Thanks x. Smirking she left the note on the counter and left out the front door.
She was glad that she had driven to the Mayor's mansion. The October air was brisk tonight. Climbing into the yellow bug, Emma cranked up the heat and drove back to her apartment more confused than ever about the night's events.
Emma awoke to the sound of a text message. She lazily felt around on her night stand until her hand found her cell phone.
"Thanks? Is that all I get after last night?" It was a text from Regina regarding the note that the blonde had left on her kitchen counter. Emma groaned at the time. 6:30 am was just too early for her, especially for a Saturday. She locked her phone and placed it back on the night stand. I'll respond when I wake up she thought as she rolled over, throwing the covers up over her head to block out the light.
Emma suddenly bolted upright in her bed at the sound of someone pounding on her door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Emma yelled as she shuffled her way to the door. She glanced into the peep-hole to see Regina standing there looking pissed as all hell.
"Madam Mayor." Emma said opening the door. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" The brunette stepped past her and walked into the apartment. "Sure, come on in i guess." Emma said sarcastically.
Regina spun around to face her. "When I text you, Miss Swan, I expect you to respond in a timely manner."
"You expect it?"
"Yes. I do." Regina retorted.
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"I gave you two hours to respond to me. Two hours that I received silence in return." Regina said, taking in the sight of the sleepy blonde. She was still in pajamas and she had the cutest case of bed head.
"I was sleeping, Regina! People sleep!" Emma glanced at the clock. It was just after 8:30 now.
"If we are going to do this, Emma, I expect you to be prompt with everything."
"Do this? Do what?" Regina could hear the blonde's confusion.
"Whatever this is." She gestured to the both of them.
"I didn't know that this was anything, Madam Mayor." Emma responded.
"Isn't it?" Regina stepped in closer. She placed her hands on Emma's hips. She leaned in to kiss the blonde, her tongue begging the blonde for entry. Emma allowed access and soon it was a race to who could explore who's mouth quicker. Regina's hands slid up the woman's back. No bra, she noted. Her hands slid back down, over the blonde's toned ass. Or panties! Regina thought in surprise. Regina backed Emma up until they were close to the couch. She began tearing off her clothes. Regina started pawing at Emma's firm breasts, bending down to take a nipple in her mouth. She heard the blonde release a moan of approval.
"Bite." Emma moaned.
"Yeah?" Regina asked, surprised the fair blonde would like such a thing.
"Rough is kinda my thing." Emma responded breathlessly. "Now, bite!" The brunette did as she was told. Another moan of ecstasy escaped the blonde's lips, louder this time. She likes it rough, hmm? Regina thought, biting on the other nipple.
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Emma absolutely loved the way that Regina's teeth scraped her skin. Regina's mouth was now ravaging her neck.
"Please" she moaned. "Regina."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me. Please fuck me." The blonde needed to feel more. She needed to feel full. Regina threw her down on to the sofa. Emma was quickly being straddled by the brunette.
"Say it again, Emma."
"Regina, please fuck me!" She smirked, crashing her lips back into the other woman's. Before she even knew it, she was bent over Regina's knee. "Oh!" Emma exclaimed.
"You said you like it rough, right?" She said as she spanked the blonde. Emma's moan reassured her actions. She spanked her again, before sliding her fingers between her folds. "My, my, you are very wet, Miss Swan." Regina lifted her fingers to her lips. Emma watched in awe as the brunette licked her fingers clean. "And you are delicious as well."
Regina then slammed her fingers inside of Emma, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her rhythm was fast. She wanted to make the blonde come quickly. Emma's eyes fluttered shut. Her moans became more frequent and erratic. Regina knew the blonde was close. She dug her thumb into Emma's clit and traced small, fast circles. This was all she needed to do to throw the blonde over the edge. She felt Emma's muscles tighten around her fingers.
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Emma was in ecstasy. The Mayor's fingers were working magic inside of her.
"Regina!" Emma moaned loudly as her orgasm began. She let the feelings shake her. Her head flew back in pleasure.
When the aftershocks of Emma's orgasm was over, Regina stood and straightened her clothing.
"Well, I must be going."
"What? But what about you?" Emma replied, confused on why the brunette wouldn't want Emma to get her off as well.
"Don't worry, Miss Swan. There will be time for that." Regina smirked. Emma stood up, legs still feeling week from their activities. She wrapped a blanket around her still naked body. She walked Regina to the door and watched her leave. Feeling more tired than she was to start, Emma walked back to her bedroom to go back to sleep. Right as she was drifting off, her phone received a text message. Emma groaned and picked up her phone. It was Regina.
"Have you heard of BDSM?" she read. Well I definitely did not expect that.
"I dabbled in it once or twice." Emma replied. Before she could even set her phone back down, it went off again. Emma opened the text.
"And you enjoyed it?" Emma had enjoyed it. She had a few boyfriends that were down to play like that. Emma was always willing to try almost anything. But why was Regina asking about this?
"Yes, I enjoyed it. What is this about, Regina?" Emma waited for a reply but she did not get one. Figuring she wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, the blonde got up to shower. Once she was dried and dressed she checked her phone again. Still no response.
"Why is it that when you text me you expect a timely response, but I do not receive the same in return?" Emma typed, hoping Regina can detect her high level of sass. Her phone vibrated with a text. Oh sure, now she responds she thought.
"This is not a battle that you want to take on, Miss Swan." she read. But wasn't it? Emma couldn't deny that she was developing feelings for the former Evil Queen, whether she wanted them or not. Emma was tired of keeping her walls up. She wanted to be open with someone for once. She wanted to not fight the feelings and just feel them. She never imagined it would be with a woman, but it was what it was.
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It had been two weeks since Regina and Emma had seen each other, or even spoken for that matter. Regina had been avoiding the blonde this time, dodging text messages and phone calls. It had been a very long time since she had feelings for someone and she didn't want to get caught up in someone when all anyone ever did was leave her, or so she felt.
"You should invite my mom over for dinner again." Henry said, breaking his mother's train of thought.
"Is that so? Why's that?" she replied.
"I like when you both get along. It's nice." Henry said.
"Alright then. I'll invite her over tonight. Go get your things, you're going to be late for school." Regina pulled her phone out of her purse and typed up a text.
"Dinner tonight with Henry and I at my place. Five pm." She had a response quickly.
"I'm not at your every beck and call, Regina." She stared at her phone. Emma was mad. She could tell. Who could blame her? No contact for two weeks from the brunette and now she is inviting her to dinner. Regina understood Emma's frustration.
"Look Emma, come tonight and I'll explain. Plus, Henry wants you here."
"I'll think about it." Regina was not used to people standing up to her this way. People usually jumped to do anything the former Queen would say. She didn't know how she felt about this new feeling, but she knew that she did not want to lose Emma.