Here you are. I definitely meant Monday as in 5 days from now but I just keep getting so much love from you guys... lordy. This is the first of a few sexy scenes... I imagine it will only get hotter from here. If this chapter seems rushed... Well, that's because it totally was. Hope it was worth the wait. Happy reading!
5.
"You want to see my talents eh?" Emma smiled devilishly. "Well, how about that drink."
"Nervous, dear?" She hummed. "What will you have?"
"Whataya got?" Emma asked, ignoring the first question entirely.
Regina chuckled before taking Emma by the hand. "Come with me." She whispered, leading the blonde down a hallway. They came to stop at a large mahogany door. "Go ahead in, I'll be there in a few. I really need to get this blood out of my shirt before it sets in."
"Um… okay." Emma laughed, taking the shiny silver knob between her fingers.
When she opened the door, she was launched into what seemed to be a library. The walls were lined with inset shelves from floor to ceiling and they were loaded down with books. Looking around, Emma saw a large desk, set in the middle of the room, along with a red, wingback sofa and a few heavy-looking tables on each end. "Good god, this place is amazing." She whispered to herself.
Slowly she made her way over to the closest shelf. Looking for nothing in particular, she scanned the book spines. She couldn't help but to run her fingers across the compacted mixture of leather, paper and cool plastic. Her eyes landed on a shelf, across the room. It consisted of ancient looking binding and newly manufactured, brightly colored spines alike. Quickly, she made her way past the desk and against the wall. She ran a finger down the textured row. "Wow. Lewis Carol, typical. Mark Twain, Duh. T.H White?" She pulled the small book from its spot in the line. "Ooooh Sword in the Stone. Eh." She shrugged, easing the old paperback into its place. "What else? M.J Barrie… What is that… Pan, Duh. Victor Hugo… God, what a sad story. Perrault, mmm now there is a great author." Book after book, she scanned through the row. She finally came to the end where a copy of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid sat, leaning against the end shelf. Grabbing the book carefully, Emma inched it out and flipped through the pages. "Yikes. Yeah no, I'll stick to the movie." She mumbled.
"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?" She whispered in a sing-song type manner, while gently pushing the small book back into place.
"Wouldn't you think my collection is complete?" Regina laughed from behind her.
Emma stood stock still. Her face burned like fire. Of course, I'v been dicking around in here for like ever and the first time I sing a note… BOOM, there she is. Taking a breath, she turned to face the woman who was standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
"Aha. Yea, you have an awesome collection… All of these ones were made into Disney movies… did you know?"
"Well, of course. Disney dumbed them down a bit, for the children I'm sure. But, they are incredible reads."
"Oh, I know. I have read most of them."
"Really, Miss Swan? I would have never expected you to be a reader."
"Gee, thanks." Emma Scoffed. "I love to read. Anywhere but here, ya know? And books, they transport you all over the place, sometimes not even on this planet… It's like an adventure without stepping foot out of your door. Books pretty much saved my life when I was a kid."
Regina had been staring at the blonde through the whole rant. She was shocked to say the least but that didn't explain the butterflies swimming in her gut. She shook her head and put on a neutral face before Emma looked up.
"You know who you sound like, dear?"
"Iono." She shrugged.
"You sound like Belle, she lives with her head in the clouds and her nose in a book."
"Belle? How do you …" Emma narrowed her eyes. "How do you know her?"
"I teach all kinds of people… I know many of them personally."
"Personally?"
"Yes, Miss Swan… As in I know them outside of the academic world."
Emma narrowed her eyes further. "Uh-huh."
"Oh stop it, you silly girl."
"Hey, you are the one who brought this up."
"And now I'm putting it down. Just leave it be. I'm sorry I said anything."
"Right… So, what made you decide to collect all these?" She asked, spinning around.
"I have a doctorate in literature… I have spent the past twenty years of my life reading and teaching people about these books." She smiled.
"So I guess you just keep them? I mean, we never had to read any of these…"
"Were you referring to my Disney collection over there? I enjoy the gruesome stories that later became heartfelt movies… what can I say, there is a little freak in all of us, Miss Swan."
"So I guess there is…" Emma mumbled, trying to act like she hadn't heard the emphasis in Regina's voice. "So how about that drink…"
"How old are you? Do I need to check your ID?" laughed the brunette while walking to her desk.
"I'm of age, promise."
"I will trust you on that... I would hate to think that you would lie to me about something so serious."
There was a shuffling before Emma turned to see the woman retracting two brandy classes from a drawer. "Have you ever had brandy?"
"ur… sure, I love the stuff." Emma lied.
"Lovely. This is as smooth as it gets… it's ancient." Regina nodded. "Ice?"
"Sure."
"Alright… I'll return." She said before slipping out of the room, both glasses in hand.
#
Emma sat down quietly on the large red couch and rested her face in her hands. She was more nervous than she was used to. Usually there were no formalities when she was invited to a woman's home. For what felt like forever, she sat in her own world, flipping through the mental file cabinet of one-nighters she had, had in the past. Light footsteps shook her from her thoughts but she hadn't pulled her head up in time to see Regina walk in.
"Is everything okay?" Regina asked, uncorking a fine crystal vessel.
"Oh yea, just thinking."
"You know… you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do… I have no intention of raping you."
"Ha." Emma snorted. "How does that saying go… You can't rape the willing?"
"I assume you are willing, then?"
"Would I be here if I weren't?"
"I guess not. I would hope you would tell me if you had changed your mind."
"A lot of hoping going on tonight."
Emma stood up and approached the woman whose back was facing her. Slowly, pale hands began to make their way up the brunette's sides. A short gasp from the woman gave Emma a much needed boost of confidence. Smiling, she brought her mouth up to the woman's ear. "Does it seem like I've changed my mind?"
Regina turned to face the blonde. She could see that Emma's face was splotching with pinkish areas. "You are brave, darling. A first move maker… I like that in a woman." She said, in a slithering voice.
Emma smiled and drew in a deep breath before inching her face closer to the burning red lips in front of her. "Good thing." She mumbled before pressing her lips firmly to Regina's. She could feel the woman's sharp intake of air. Slowly, Emma pressed her body into the woman's. She could feel the steady heat rising in her stomach. The familiar tingle of anticipation began to swirl in the bottom-most area of her abdomen.
Their kissing was slow, sensual. For a while, Regina let Emma lead. She bent to the blonde's will for what felt like days to her. Finally, Regina gave into her need for heat. Grabbing Emma by the hips, she swung her around and slammed her against the desk. Emma groaned loudly into her aggressor's mouth as tan hands groped through her thin tank top. Before Emma could register what was happening, her shirt and bra were being torn from her skin. Regina jerked up the fabric and broke their kiss long enough to throw the garment across the room. It landed over by the doorway with a skid.
Regina soon crashed her mouth back into Emma's. The impact of their flesh sent her mind reeling. She was seeing stars, excitement and lust driven stars. Emma's strong hands gripped the brunette's shoulders, pulling her tightly. Focusing on the task at hand, Regina slid her fingernails, softly, down Emma's back, leaving red lines in her wake. As she dug further down the woman's back, she released the now swollen lips she had been nibbling and moved to the smooth skin of the blonde's neck. Roughly, Regina sank her top teeth into the soft meat of the woman's shoulder, sucking a small piece of skin into her lips. A loud grumbling started in Emma's throat as tan hands circled around to the front of her jeans. When slender fingers came in contact with the soft mound hiding beneath the denim, they retraced their path repeatedly. Emma's hips began to move slightly at the contact, subtly urging more complete contact.
Emma began to jerk and buck her pelvis against Regina's hand. A dignified smirk made its way across the older woman's face as she continued to tease the blonde. Moan after soft moan escaped from pale lips. Only when Emma reached a hand down and popped the button on her jeans open, did Regina finally give in. In a flash, Emma's jeans where being pulled down, they stopped around the bottom of her thighs and sat there. Her exposed ass was pressed firmly to the thick wood of the desk behind her. Pale hands wove their way into thick hair as Regina laid waist to the blonde's skin. Everywhere she could, the brunette planted hot, wet kisses and every so often she would suck skin into her teeth.
Without warning, Regina snaked her hands behind the blonde and jerked her high off the ground. Before she had even realized that she was in the air, Emma found herself being slammed down onto the wood that was once behind her. "Holy shit." She gasped, realizing just how strong her companion was.
"Is there a problem, dear?" Regina hissed while throwing paint stained shoes across the floor.
Before Emma could reply, harsh nails were running up her thighs. She lost her breath instantly. Moaning loudly, she could only shake head.
"Lovely." Smiled the brunette. She quickly peeled the remaining fabric from the blonde's firm legs and let it bunch on the floor at her feet.
Pressing her hips between muscular thighs, he took hold of the soft flesh of Emma' chest. With her palms flat against the blonde's skin, she gave a serious of rough squeezes, forcing another roaring moan shot from the blonde's lips. Teasingly, Regina trailed a hand down the blonde's obnoxiously tone abdomen before raking her finger across Emma's burning sex.
Jumping at first contact, Emma instinctively grabbed the brunette by the head and pulled her closer. She could feel the hot, sticky moisture building between her own thighs. Her core ached with need. Without realizing it, Emma had pulled Regina all the way down to her chest.
The brunette seized the opportunity. Quickly and without warning, Regina ran her hot tongue across a single, solid nipple and sucked it up roughly into her lips. After a series of quick breaths, Regina felt her head being pulled away from her job. "Regina, please." Emma moaned.
The sound of her name coming from the blonde's lips sent a rush of heat straight to her core. Her body was overcome by the distinctive tingle of goose-bumps spreading across her skin. Trying to keep her cover of dominance, Regina looked up into lust-darkened green eyes, "tell me what you need." She panted, a bit more openly than she had anticipated.
Emma never broke eye contact. The corner of her bottom lip was resting lightly pinched beneath perfect white teeth. "I need you…" she started. Looking deep into Regina's eyes, Emma smiled. "To take your clothes off."
"Oh?" Regina laughed, pulling back from her assault. "Is that all, dear?"
Emma sat up straight, ignoring the painful pressure in her lower abdomen. Running her fingers through her hair, she looked the brunette up and down. "As I recall, I am here to show you my talents…" She said softly.
"As you recall," chuckled the older woman. "And here I thought, you were just going to lay there and take it."
"Trust me, lady… I can take anything you can dish out…"
"Is that so? Well, let's see what you have in mind, then." She began to pull her shirt up above her stomach when she saw Emma shaking her head. "What is it?" Regina asked, pausing her motions.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"No?"
"Then slow down. You're ruining my show." Laughed Emma.
"Well, my dear… If it is a show that you want…" She brought her shirt up slowly, running her fingers over her exposed skin before hastily tearing it and her bra from her body in one motion. "Then you should have taken me to a theatrical feature." She smiled, dropping her clothes at her feet.
"Oh, I see how it's going to be…" Emma mumbled, jumping off of her perch. "If you want something done right…" She huffed, playfully before dipping her face down to take Regina's left breast into her mouth.
The brunette staggered backwards, holding onto Emma's head. "God." She panted.
Emma couldn't resist. She pulled her mouth from the hot flesh long enough to mumble, "No, Emma is fine, thanks." Before running her tongue across the now hard and shining nipple.
Regina snorted a laugh before smacking Emma's extremely exposed ass cheek. After a yelp expelled for the girl, Regina continued to laugh. "This is what I get for messing around with young people."
Emma stood up and looked the brunette in the eyes. "Let me show you what this youngster can do."
"Oh, sure. Go ahead." She smiled. "Also, you are rapidly losing points for your un-hip comments."
"Hey, who said we were keeping score?"
"I did." Regina Smirked.
"You're not the boss of me."
"Juvenile."
Instead of coming up with a snarky come back, Emma ran a determined hand down the front of Regina's dress slacks. As soon as she felt the woman gasp, she curled her hand in between her thighs and pulled up, roughly, bringing Regina up onto her toes.
Before a smile could show on the blonde's face, Regina crashed her mouth down hard on thick, pale lips. The brunette's hands shot into blonde waves and gripped tightly, pulling the woman closer.
Emma's head was spinning. Her hand still cupping Regina's core, she could feel the heat pulsing from under her firm grasp. The blonde withdrew her hand and quickly made for the button. Grasping the corner of the fabric just above the silver circle, Emma pulled downward with enough force to peel the button from its hole and slide the zipper open, in one motion.
A long sigh drained from Regina's lips as she felt the thin fabric of her pants being pulled away. Running a hot, wet tongue across Regina's clavicle, Emma ran her free hand up the length of the woman's body. Regina's grasp on the blonde's hair tightened. Pulling the blonde from her skin, Regina brought their lips to meet, her warm, moist tongue fought its way past Emma's lips. Bringing her hand to cup Regina's breast, Emma let the woman dominate her mouth. Quick, rough groping led the blonde to trail her hand down the woman's tight, dark stomach and straight to her heat.
Regina physically shivered in response to the blonde's sudden movements. Leaning back, she pushed her hips forward, granting rough hands passage. Without a second thought, Emma plunged her hand down into the woman's pants.
Spreading her legs slightly, the brunette stood awkwardly off balance, Please let this be worth me busting my ass in my own office, Damn it Emma! Take me, fuck meeee, destroy me! She pleaded silently, bucking her hips to meet the blonde's skin.
Dipping her hand deep into hot, needing folds, she was quickly coated in warm, thick liquid. The contact of the blonde's hand under her burning core sent Regina's knees into a weakened state. She buckled, falling back against a bookshelf, sending literature sailing to the floor beneath her.
As she fell backwards, she pulled Emma into a heated kiss, arms flailing and tongues dancing. Regina made do with what she had, pulling the blonde to steady herself. In one motion, Regina kicked off her shoes while shimming out of her pants. Moments later, there stood both women, naked to the core, hands rushing over needing skin.
Regina supported her body with her arms resting on the now empty shelves behind her. She was practically levitating between the blonde and the wall. Emma continued to brush back and forth over the outside of the woman's sex while pulling a red lip harshly between her own.
A series of moans and pelvic thrusts clogged Emma's already spinning mind. A well place nibble set her off completely. Carefully, Emma dipped her fingers between dripping folds. A growl grew deep in the brunette's throat as those fingers found her throbbing clit.
Quickly, Regina's hips began to pound rhythmically against the blonde's hand. Craving more contact, Regina brought her flawless leg to rest on the blonde's hip while pushing herself forward to meet further searching fingers.
Soft hands roughly jerked Emma's face to meet dangerously dark eyes. "Fuck me." Regina commanded.
Fire pumped through Emma's veins as she plunged herself deep into Regina's depths. The brunette could no longer control herself. A deep wail seeped from her throat as the blonde pushed deeper and faster into her. Regina was steadily slipping further down the wall that failed to steady her. With every well placed thrust, the brunette inched lower. Oh god, oh god, here I go... I do not care. Take me on the floor, please don't let this be awkward. "Oooooh" Regina hissed from between clinched teeth.
Emma slid her free hand under the woman's knee and forced her back against the wall. Slowly and steadily, the blonde continued to pump into her writhing companion. Gripping nails sank into pale skin. The pain sent the blonde into a frenzy. In the blink of an eye, Emma grabbed Regina around the waist and turned, throwing her down onto the couch that had been just behind them.
"Oh, bring it on little girl." Regina snarled, having landed hard against the red canvas. She looked up at the completely exposed blonde and smiled, challengingly.
Emma launched herself down onto the woman, spending no time in finding her destination. Slowly, Emma pushed her way into the woman's soaked, tight core. The brunette arched her back off of the fabric and pushed her hips down to meet Emma's thrust. Pale fingers curled up into the woman, rubbing back and forth.
Regina's breath steadily quickened as she rocked her hips in time with the other's movements. Every exhale was accompanied by a weak, sharp squeak.
The blonde brought her free hand to rest on the elder's smooth, hot mound. She dipped a finger into Regina's liquids before bringing it into tight circles around the woman's clit. Steadily, Emma's pace quickened as did the brunette's breathing. Soon, the blonde found herself pounding away at the woman's core, senselessly, while still running the pads of her fingers across her pebbled clit. Regina, head back, mouth wide open, panted lengthy moans in time with Emma's merciless thrusts.
Shifting her legs to straddle a strong, tan thigh, Emma brought her own heat to ride against fevered flesh. The contact sent the blonde to buck erratically against the woman's skin. Hips jerking wildly; Emma forced herself to slow the pace, feeling her own core beginning to knot. Laying flat, skin against sweaty skin, the blonde stiffened her arm and moved her entire body in time with her new rhythm.
Emma could feel the woman's walls twitching around her fingers. "Hey, look at me." Whispered the blonde.
Regina threw her head up to meet green as dark as pine needles after a summer rain. She sank her fingers once again into pale skin, pulling the blonde so close to her that they could have melted together. As the blonde leaned forward to kiss the trembling red lips below her, she gave a final series of fast paced movements, curling her finger completely inside the brunette on every in-stroke. Emma laid kisses across tan skin as she landed hard inside the woman, sending burning walls to crash down around her.
Regina slammed her eyes shut with a face that looked almost pained. A steady growl crept from her lungs, by the time the sound reached her lips, it had morphed into a high scream laced with obscenities. "Fuck, oh fuck! No, no, no fuuuuck!" she cried.
As the brunette jerked under her, Emma too hit her peak. Silently, the blonde let the hot waves of her orgasm consume her while slowing her thrusts. Finally, Emma collapsed on top of the woman and slowly withdrew her fingers. They both laid silent, slightly shivering in each other's arms.
Sweat cover and panting, Regina looked back up at the woman lying on top of her. "Well, Miss Swan… you have quite a talent." She laughed.
"Oh yea?"
"Ooooh yes." Regina grinned, snaking her hands under Emma's weight to grope at her breasts.
"Hey now…" Emma giggled awkwardly while trying to pull away from her aggressor.
"Do you not now want me to demonstrate my own talents?" Asked the brunette, a confused look showing across her features.
"Ha. Um… Well, how do I explain this?"
Regina sat up, forcing Emma to also sit up. "What is the problem?"
"No, no there isn't a problem… It's just… Well, I'm what we like to call a true-top… I can get off easily while giving… and I only get one shot... so, I'm good."
"A true-top? I have heard it all now." Regina rolled her eyes, looking rather disheartened.
"Do you want to check? I mean I'm still pulsating down there, if you need to feel for yourself then go for it." Emma leaned back, against the arm of the sofa.
Before the blonde could swing her leg up and expose herself, Regina stopped her. "That won't be necessary. Next time, I will just have to start with you and then we will truly have… no problem."
"Don't be offended…"
"I, am not offended, dear. I know how it goes."
"uh-uh. Well…" Emma stood before remembering her nude-ness. "Where are my uh…?" He waved her hands around for a second, looking at Regina.
"Your clothes are a bit of everywhere." She laughed.
"Yup." Emma danced around the room, grabbing random articles of clothing off the floor. "Sorry about your books."
"I you would like to stay a little longer, you can help me reorganize them…"
"Uh, sure. Here's your um…" She mumbled, handing Regina all of her clothes that she had gathered in the search for her own.
"Thank you, darling. Are you hungry? I have apple turnovers on the counter, if you would like one."
The blonde began to laugh, "Apple turnovers, huh. Are you serious?"
"Quite. Why am I failing to see the humor in that?"
"Apples… you're a teacher… apples…No?" Emma stood with her mouth open, staring at the woman.
"Oh, yes. Aren't you a clever girl, Miss Swan."
"I am pretty sure you can call me Emma now."
"Miss Swan will do..."
If you have ideas or things you would like to see happen in this story, send it all my way... I'll see if I can work with it. Thaaaaaanks for reading. -DR