It had been so long since the younger woman felt anything. In this moment, with her fiancé between her legs, Emma feels loved, wanted, needed, valued, and cherished. Regina had the ability to communicate all of these with only a single breath against the younger woman's aching core.
The queen glides her tongue through soft folds, meticulously outlining the details of the blonde woman's femininity. Finally being reunited with her Emma again is like coming home. As Regina continues to please the younger woman it becomes, evidently, more difficult for Emma to breathe. Encouraged by her lover's labored breathing, the queen proceeds to worship the younger woman more intensely and soon realizes that she can no longer differentiate her own saliva from Emma's arousal. She might be ready now, Regina hopes.
Thankfully, the younger woman makes a bold request. "Fuck me."
The grateful woman pauses to catch her breath and smiles to herself. "Yes, your Majesty," she hums against Emma's aching clit, before slithering her tongue down to the younger woman's entrance and effortlessly dipping inside. Feeling that Emma is open to receive her, Regina relaxes. She climbs back up the younger woman's stimulated body and rests her pelvis flush with Emma's. She begins grinding against the younger woman, simultaneously exciting her own bundle of nerves. When she observes that Emma's breathing has sped up and grown shallower, the queen lifts off the younger woman slightly and sneaks her right hand between their naked bodies. She begins teasing Emma's entrance with her fingertip, causing the younger woman to gasp.
Emma spreads herself wider, as the backseat will allow, in encouragement; opening herself before her queen.
Once Regina discerns that her partner is comfortable, she lithely steers her middle finger through slick, sensitive folds; entering the younger woman with ease. Drawing a conclusion from her partner's relaxed facial expression, Regina confidently introduces a second finger. Though Emma's eyes remain lightly closed, Regina feels the younger woman encouraging her by lifting her pelvis off the seat. Slowly, the queen adds a third finger. "Is that okay?"
"Uh-hu," the blonde woman pants.
Realizing that her lover's confidence is increasing, the queen removes coated fingers almost entirely before driving them back in, with more assurance than the first time. She begins a slow, delicate rhythm; pumping and curling her fingers inside the younger woman. It isn't long before the queen discovers Emma lifting her hips in order to meet her advances, offering herself in the most beautiful way imaginable. She is participating. Taking her cue from her younger lover, Regina decides to reposition herself for better leverage. She rises to a kneeling position and promptly hooks her left elbow under Emma's right knee. "You can stop me at any time."
Reestablishing eye-contact, the younger woman breathes, "I trust you."
Entering Emma again, Regina begins a slow pace, easing the younger woman into the new sensation and pose.
Quickly, Emma's confidence returns and she begins contracting her muscles in synchronization.
The feel of this beautiful woman making love to her encourages Regina into an increased rhythm and intensity. She presses her body weight against Emma's leg, opening her young lover wider in order to penetrate her more deeply. But, she panics when the younger woman cries out.
"Did I hurt you?!"
Apparently, and thankfully, that cry was not indicative of pain, but extreme pleasure.
"Give me a baby, Regina. Get me pregnant," Emma breathlessly requests.
Accepting the challenge and inhaling a deep breath, Regna drives her fingers inside the younger woman and releases the first wave of magic.
The force of that first thrust is still a bit of a shock, it had been a long time since Emma had felt magic so strongly. Despite the chilly night air, beads of sweat begin to appear on her forehead as she tries to recover. Before Emma has a chance to catch her breath, the older woman thrusts again; harder this time.
As the queen continues to penetrate the younger woman at a quickened pace and heightened intensity, she hears Emma whimpering. Fighting the instinct to stop, the queen only hopes that the whimper means that Emma is close. She justifies that it would be cruel for her to back off now and deny Emma the release that she deserves.
Grasping the edge of the back seat, the younger woman braces herself against the forcefulness of Regina's fucking, changing the color of her knuckles to white. If the intensity of Regina's thrusts wasn't enough, the magic filling her body is almost too much for Emma. Nevertheless, she had waited so long for this moment; to be with her Regina again. She is determined to participate, despite the fact that it is becoming harder to breathe against the ferocity of the love making.
In this moment, with her fiancé inside her, Emma recognizes that she had been dead for so long. She understands that her lover's desire is not to have power over her, but to give to her. She feels the magnitude of Regina's love filling her. Regina didn't want to kill Chris for herself. She only wanted Emma's suffering to stop. Her only desire is for Emma to feel protected, respected and loved. She was angry because she felt helpless. Somehow Regina thought that killing Chris would undo all the horrible things he had done.
She wasn't expecting this, not tonight. Before Emma knows what is happening, her body is giving in to the entirely unexpected pleasure she is currently experiencing.
Releasing one final bit of magic inside the younger woman, Regina feels Emma's body tense and her walls contract in rhythm. She watches her lover arch her back toward the roof as she comes, violently.
Weakened and breathing heavily, Regina slides her arm out from underneath Emma's sweaty leg and collapses against the side of the Benz. She can barely make out that the blonde woman's eyes are tightly shut; she is still not recovered from the shock. Mustering any remaining strength, Regina climbs on top of her slick fiancé and carefully rests her weight on top of the panting woman's body, which is still pulsing with after-shocks, to keep her warm. Emma's silence is cause for alarm. Regina begins petting her lover's face to calm her. She softly encourages, "Emma. Honey. Open your eyes."
She watches Emma's face contort in a pained expression as silent tears begin streaming from the woman's eyes, which scares the life out of Regina. She wasn't expecting the admission that follows. "I missed you so much," the younger woman admits, trying not to let the impact of that statement show.
Entirely relieved beyond belief, Regina responds by kissing her lover's slick chest and whispering against it, "I'm here. I'm here, my love." She begins petting the young woman's face in an attempt to re-establish eye contact.
Despite her best efforts, the younger woman breaks. She uselessly covers her face with her hands in a failed attempt to hide.
Wrapping weakened, trembling arms around the hysterical woman's bare shoulders, Regina encourages, "Stay with me Emma. Everything's alright. I'm here." The younger woman noticeably relaxes in Regina's forgiving embrace and reciprocates the hug. "Regina."
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
"I had an orgasm," the younger woman confesses.
Though this admission comes as no surprise, the queen feels both guilt and gratitude. At a loss for words, Regina only responds by hugging her precious girl tighter.
"It's been so long."
Uncertain if she is able to handle the answer, the queen hesitantly asks, "How long?"
Just thinking about it causes this woman sorrow, even though she has come to accept this harsh reality. She timidly answers, "Years," before burrowing her face in the older woman's shoulder.
As Regina holds the sobbing woman in her arms, she soothes, "It's alright, my love."
"I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I can't stop crying," she wails.
"Emma, look at me." Regina explains, "I couldn't possibly be any more in love with you than I am right now."
How does she do that? Regina still seems too good to be true. Emma had never in her life experience the unconditional love and endless support that this woman so freely gives. It has taken quite some time, but Emma is finally, after more than thirty years, able to accept another person's love. By accepting Regina's love, she understands, she can now fully return the gift. With courage and absolute conviction in her voice, Emma reciprocates, "I love you too." The two women seal their words of devotion with a chaste kiss.
Still shaken by Emma's recent breakdown, Regina checks-in with her love, "Are you sure you're alright?"
Emma responds by nestling in the older woman's arms. "I'm just not ready to let go yet."
Swaddling the younger woman, tears of gratitude immediately well in the queen's eyes. "You can hold onto me as long as you need."
"Then I'm never letting go." Emma relishes the feel of the older woman's body before speaking again. "Thank you, for giving me my choice back."
"My darling." She kisses the younger woman's forehead. "You always have a choice."
"I didn't. For a long time I didn't."
"You never have to feel like you don't have a choice, ever again. You always have a choice, Emma," the queen reiterates.
The younger woman confidently nods her understanding.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
The younger woman surprisingly blushes. "I don't know for sure…but I think you just got me pregnant."
The queen instantly brightens. "How can you tell?"
"I feel it."
Excited by the possibility, the queen eagerly tries to gain more information. "What do you feel?"
"Love." Holding Regina's gaze the breath-taking young woman smiles warmly before continuing. "I can feel how much you love me. Your love for me is the strongest thing I have ever felt."
"I do love you," the queen tearfully announces, sealing her proclamation with an exuberant kiss.
"I know," the younger woman breathes, indulging in the glory of that kiss.
Reeling herself in, Regina calmly asks, "Do you really think you're pregnant?"
Nodding slowly, the younger woman explains, "There's magic inside me Regina. Something's happening."
"Then it's probably a good thing I'm making an honest woman out of you," the queen flirts.
"My father will be so happy."
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Several minutes later, before sleep claims them, Emma and Regina decide to begin the drive back to the hotel.
The young woman is positively glowing, Regina observes. She can't remember a time when Emma's skin looked so vibrant. She appears lighter, happy; free. Entirely satisfied, and unwillingly elated, the queen breaks the comfortable silence in order to mask her insecurity. "I've never understood why anyone would want to have sex in the backseat of a car."
Completely content beyond belief, still relishing her after-glow, Emma vocalizes an innocent curiosity. "Was that your first time?" The blonde woman recognizes that she set herself up with that comment as soon as Regina responds with a judging stare. Quickly, the blonde woman elaborates on her previous question. "In the backseat of a car, I mean?"
"Emma, I'm a queen. Of course that was my first time."
Honestly, this woman. She is feisty tonight. Still, Emma finds this incredibly sexy. "Then, you really need to step outside and look at the windows." She always enjoys an opportunity to flirt with her queen.
An intrigued Regina promptly exits the vehicle as soon as she concludes dressing by slipping on her last remaining article of clothing, a well-tailored jacket. She thought that Emma would be cozier in cashmere and graciously traded tops.
The younger woman listens closely, eagerly awaiting her fiancé's reaction.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Upon hearing this, the younger woman collapses into a fit of giggles. Despite the tumultuous laughter overtaking her, Emma manages, "Pretty awesome, right?"
Ducking her head back inside the car, the queen articulates, "Are you kidding me?" She is instantly turned on by the sight of her exquisite fiancé.
Once the laughter has subsided, Emma turns the sexy up. Holding Regina's heated gaze, the delectable woman purrs, "That's all you baby."
Diving back into the car, Regina covers the half-naked woman with her fully clothed body and kisses her with complete abandon.
In between delicious kisses, Emma giggles and responds, "Oh…okay. Someone…likes…fogged windows."
Breathlessly, Regina replies, "You really need to stop being so sexy."
The blonde woman's breathing suddenly hitches when she feels Regina's slender index finger graze her opening. Regretfully, she makes a responsible suggestion. "Then, may I suggest that you let me put my pants on."
Honestly, Regina is too excited to notice what her hands are doing.
"I'm sorry," the mortified woman apologizes.
"Don't be." The adorable woman kisses her chastely. "I love the way you touch me," she adds and smiles, playfully, against Regina's swollen lips.
Gently rubbing the beautiful woman's bare thigh with her palm, a worked up Regina regretfully announces, "You really should put some pants on."
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Emma, we have to do that again."
"Okay. Only next time…" Lowering her voice an octave and moving her lips closer to purr into her fiancé's ear, Emma finishes her proposition. "I get to be on top."
The queen tingles at the highly inappropriate thoughts racing through her mind. Thankfully, by this point, Emma is completely clothed.
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"We'll see you in the morning. I'll call you when we're on our way. Thank you again, for watching her. I love you too. Bye." After ending the call with the woman who had become a second mother to her, Emma turns her attention back to her fiancé. "Thanks for reminding me to call her."
Sheepishly, Regina admits, "I almost forgot."
Never missing an opportunity to flirt, Emma turns her body toward to gorgeous brunette in the driver's seat, and teases, "Were you a little distracted?"
A flirtatious grin spreads across the older woman's face. "Come here, you."
Emma eagerly presses her body against the woman who will always be the only one for her. Breaking their remarkably tender kiss and resting her head on her future wife's shoulder, Emma announces, "I'm so happy, Regina."
Though she is incredibly moved by this admission, Regina can't fight the feeling that she is somehow going to let this woman down. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Though her skin is still glistening, the younger woman is obviously drained. Nonetheless, Emma tries to reassure her fiancé. "Regina, I'm fine. I'm just really tired."
It truly is not possible, Regina thinks, to love this woman any more. "Why don't you close your eyes for a little while," she suggests, petting Emma's cheek with the back of her hand.
Letting the first yawn escape, Emma asks, "What if I fall asleep?"
"Then, I'll wake you when we get back to the hotel." When she turns the key in the ignition, a tired voice suddenly stops her.
"Regina?"
Regina looks over to the beautiful blonde, resting her head back against the passenger seat. "Yes?"
"I love you."
Of course she'd heard it before. But, this time, those three words hold more weight. "I love you, too."
Regina wishes desperately that she could shake this feeling. Now that she and her princess are finally reunited, the older woman realizes that she has everything to lose.
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Carefully placing the car in park, Regina directs her attention toward the vision, unconscious and drooling slightly, in the passenger seat.
With undeniable adoration in her eyes, Regina lovingly tucks a few stray hairs behind her lover's adorable ear, before quietly announcing their arrival. "Emma, we're here. Wake up, my love."
Reluctantly, the blonde woman stirs. "Mmmnn…gina."
Regina continues to affectionately pet the blonde woman's main in an attempt to ease her into an awakened state. "I know, sweetheart. I know you're tired."
Stretching her arms above her head and over the back of the seat, granting Regina a spectacular view of her remarkably chiseled abdomen, Emma expresses a sincere apology. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."
"That's alright. I wanted you to sleep." She is content just keeping her girl safe. Suddenly, reality hits. Regina cover's her face with her hands in a futile attempt to mask her sorrow.
"Regina? What's wrong?"
"Emma," the queen cries.
Emma swiftly unbuckles her seatbelt and embraces her fiancé. "I'm here," she reassures, wrapping her arms around the crying woman's shoulders. "Regina, what is it?" She begins rubbing circles on the older woman's back in an effort to calm her. "What's the matter, baby?"
"I'm just so scared," the queen admits.
At this, Emma naturally begins to rock the woman in her arms. "Why are you scared?"
"I can't lose you again." She hugs the blonde woman tighter.
As she continues to rock this magnificent woman, Emma attempts to calm all of her fears. "You're not going to lose me. I promise."
"I pushed you away. I broke your heart."
The younger woman, regretfully, breaks the hug to gaze into brown eyes. "And, I broke yours. And, I left. You didn't chase me out of Storybrooke. I left on my own."
"Because of me," the queen flatly states.
"Listen to me Regina, you hold my heart. You have always held it. That's why you were able to break it. Among the many regrets in my life, loving you is not one of them." She almost loses it with that admission. She wasn't expecting to make such a disclosure this evening. Inhaling deeply, to regain composure, Emma continues her profession. "With great love comes tremendous risk. The more you love someone, the more they can hurt you. That's why you were able to break my heart. That's why Henry is able to break both of our hearts. You could break my heart a thousand times Regina Mills and I will never stop loving you."
She doesn't know what is motivating her to express such a seemingly irrational fear, but the queen voices it anyway. "Please don't leave me."
Without judgment, Emma promptly calms Regina's fears. "I'm not going anywhere Regina, not without you."
This is why Regina knew she could voice her fear. With Emma, she can let herself be a vulnerable human being. She is safe.
Unexpectedly, Emma makes another proclamation. "You have given me the greatest gift. You freed me. And, I don't just mean from my marriage. I have never felt more myself then when I'm with you. You make me feel alive. With you, I can finally live."
How is this woman real? Deciding to accept this remarkable woman's outpouring of love, the queen attempts to return the gift. "I want to give you the greatest life."
Realizing that, with Regina, she already has the greatest life, Emma makes this realization known. "This is everything I have ever wanted. You…and our children."
Inhaling a shuddered breath, the queen repeats, "Our children."
Hugging the older woman tightly, the younger woman pacifies, "No more tears, Regina. Let's go live our life, together."
Breaking the incredibly loving embrace, the queen makes an unexpected realization. "There you are." The confident woman who captured her heart all those years ago has returned. "I've missed you so much."
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With her arm wrapped around her exquisite fiancé, the queen realizes that she could get used to this feeling of utter bliss. The younger woman remains contentedly snuggled into the older woman's side, completely enchanted by the act of lacing her fingers with her queen's.
Completely unaware of how much time has passed, having completely transcended time and space, Emma honestly inquires, "Are we still in the parking lot?"
"I'm afraid so."
Cuddling closer to Regina in an effort to gain sympathy, the younger woman makes a childlike request, "Can't you just poof us upstairs?"
"We can't risk someone seeing," the older woman gently informs.
"Damnit, you're right," she says as she straightens her position. When she notices Regina looking at her with an arched eyebrow, the younger woman franticly tries to amend her previous statement. "I mean, I'm not irritated by the fact that your right. I-I mean, you're always right. I mean…"
This woman is too cute, Regina muses as a shy laugh escapes her. "Emma, it's okay. I know what you mean."
Sheepishly, Emma makes an embarrassing admission. "I'm just not sure my legs remember how to walk anymore. I may need your help getting upstairs."
"Of course." Regina chastely kisses the endearing woman before opening the car door. "Wait right here."
"Yup. I'm not going anywhere."
The renewed woman races around to the passenger side of the vehicle. She opens the door and gallantly extends a hand to guide her love out of the car.
Accepting the offered hand, Emma expresses her gratitude. "Thank you." At the same time, when she tries to stand, the younger woman loses her balance. Thankfully she is caught in her lover's secure embrace, before any part of her body touches the pavement.
A horrified queen reacts. "Emma?!"
Incredible grateful to be uninjured, the younger woman tries to make light of an unsettling situation. "I'm okay. Regina, I'm okay. I just…feel a little dizzy."
The queen doesn't even try to mask the trepidation she feels. "Emma, I'm afraid something's really wrong."
"I'm just a little light-headed, probably because I haven't eaten in a while."
If she's being honest with herself, she has to admit that Emma might be right. She remembers this woman's eating habits all too well. Accepting this as a valid excuse, the queen nods her head in comfortable agreement and offers an additional possibility. "And, you're probably dehydrated."
"I did a lot of crying today," the younger woman adds.
Bracing Emma around her waist to keep her steady, the agitated queen poses an earlier question. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
Wrapping her arms around the older woman's neck, Emma tries to reassure her. "Regina, I'm fine. I just don't think I'll be able to do anything else tonight."
"That didn't even cross my mind. I'm happy just being near you."
"How are you so wonderful?"
"I'm in love with you, Emma Swan. All that matters, tonight, is that you're safe."
Thus ends, what is probably, the longest day in Emma Swan's life. There is more adorableness to come for our favorite couple. Next chapter is a new day and a reunion that I know we have all been eagerly awaiting.