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Emma cut up the vegetables that Regina had laid out prior to her arrival and she set them aside in a bowl. Turning her concoction on low, Emma jumped up on the counter across from Robin. "So… Your kids… they are pretty great."
"They really are… and they love you, apparently. Oliver is a very anxious boy but you pulled him right out of it," he smiled.
"I didn't do anything, if we are being honest… They came to me and I showed him some moves. I got the feeling that he was sort of shy but I wasn't going to dwell on it. I figured that if he was uncomfortable, he would leave."
"Right you are. He has got up and left classrooms before, schools even… and just walked right out. That's part of the reason we have Belle around and a huge part of why I typically work from home."
"Eh… He is a good kid. He just needs someone to get on his level instead of everyone trying to get him on theirs."
For a moment, Robin sat in silence and pondered her words. Cocking his head a bit, he looked over to the blonde. "Do you have children, Emma?"
"Uh… no."
"Well, I have a feeling you will make a wonderful parent, Darling."
#
"What the hell have you done to my kitchen?" Regina huffed, from the door way. There were left over piece of vegetable ends and carrot stems lying in piles on the counter.
Emma looked up to see the brunette in a beautiful, form fitting black dress that was cropped mid thigh. Her hair laid perfectly just above her shoulders and her lips were blood red. "well…" started the blonde, heat coming up on her face.
"This wonderful woman has prepared a side dish and taken the opportunity to cut up your ingredients, Darling, be grateful." Robin said playfully, staring at his wife.
"I'm fairly certain…" narrowing her eyes, she stared at the man who was grinning innocently, "that I said not to touch anything."
"You told me not to touch anything… I have been sitting here this whole time… Not. Touching. A. Thing."
"You… are a pain in my ass Robin." She growled, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingertips.
"Okay so, all your stuff is cut up and… stuff," Emma said awkwardly, knocking her heels against the cabinet door underneath her.
"Fine. Has Belle called yet?"
Robin hummed. "Nope but they should be here by the time the food is ready."
Pushing her sleeves back, the older woman moved over to the refrigerator. She grabbed the flat of meat aggressively, and threw it up on the marble next to where the blonde was perched. Without a word, she filled a pan with water and dug out a mixing bowl. She threw the peppers, tomatoes and onions in first and then, gracelessly flopped the meat in and cracked a single egg on top. Feeling green eyes boring into her, Regina looked up. "What?" she asked.
Emma quickly snapped her eyes up to meet brown. "Oh nothin. Just watching."
"Can you watch somewhere else?"
"Uh… Sure," she mumbled, looking past the brunette to the man still spread across the island.
When she jumped down, Robin did as well. They both took up seats at the table that sat perfectly between the two rooms. "We will leave the woman to slave over the stove, where she belongs," Robin joked.
"Hey now," Emma snapped.
"Don't act offended, you turncoat."
"Well…" the blonde smiled, looking up to Regina who was obviously listening to their exchange. "I do love a woman who can cook."
Fighting back a smiled, Regina dumped noodles in boiling water before digging her bare hands into the bowl and folded the contents repeatedly. She watched the blonde from the corner of her eye. Emma wore the look of pure amusement; resting her chin on her fist as she so often did in the back of the classroom. Scooping a large wad of meat into a baking dish, the brunette then washed her hands and fished out the noodles from the pan. She layered meat, noodles and cheese into the dish before she spun the little white Lazy-Susan that sat on the island.
"What are you doing?" asked the blonde as she watched Regina finger through a dozen different jars of spices.
"Putting on the icing," replied the brunette as she pulled a jar from the rack. She brought the jar to eye level and shook the contents. "Red pepper flakes."
"Give it a kick," Robin said, rolling his eyes.
"Interesting." Emma watched as the brunette shook a good amount of flakes on the top of the mess and shoved the pan into the oven.
"So…" Regina rounded on the two seated at the table; her eyes were narrow and she looked ready to attack. Before she could get another word out, little voices sang out from behind the door that lead outside.
"Mum! Let us in, Miss Belle left her key in the car!" Roland called before pounding on the door. "MUM!"
"Calm down, I'm coming." She called back as she made her way to the door. When she opened it, the two boys ran into the room and darted behind the island, ducking down, hiding.
"What did you do?" Regina hissed.
A ruckus from beyond the door made the brunette poke her head out. "Belle?"
"I'm here, Regina," she said, breathlessly. When she appeared in the doorway, she had two arm loads of bags, her hair was a mess and she looked livid.
"Good grief girly, what happened to you?" Robin asked, jumping to his feet to get the bags she was carrying.
"Well, funny story," she said with a straight face, looking around for the kids.
"Boys, get over here," Regina demanded. "Have a seat, darling."
When the haggard brunette sat down, she ran her fingers through her hair, removing the clip that held it in a heap atop her crown. She looked up and saw Emma staring at her with blunt curiosity. She nodded a greeting and raked her fingers down her face.
"What did you do, boys?" Robin asked, looking down at the two obviously guilty little ones.
They gave no response, just stared at the floor with their hands tucked tightly around their backs. "Belle?"
"I thought it would be nice to go to the park and get their energy out after their classes, so we did. They disappeared for a bit when Dr. Hopper showed up… they took Pongo so I didn't think anything of it. Well, when they came back and I got them in the car, they were very quiet… Come to find out, Roland had a baby squirrel in his rucksack."
Both Robin and Regina stared down at their children, wide eyed. Before either could say anything, Belle continued.
"I never would have even known had it not got loose in my car and attached itself to the back of my head. It was ridiculous, I almost crashed us."
Emma swallowed down what she knew would be an obnoxious bout of laughter. Straight faced, she leaned back in her seat and watched everyone stand around in shock.
Regina was the first to regain herself. "Roland, where did you get a squirrel?" She asked in voice so calm that it shocked everyone. Roland continued to stare at the floor but Oliver jumped at the opportunity to tell his story. His face was red and he seemed upset, from what Emma could tell.
"We were walking on the trail and Pongo took off. He pulled right out of Roland's hands. We chased after him and we caught him in a bush… He had the baby in his mouth, mum… we saved it!" He yelled angrily. Tears were visibly forming in his light golden eyes and a high vein was visible down the center of his forehead. "I couldn't just let her die mum! Everything deserves a chance in life! She is bleeding and she needs care!"
Regina's brows shot high toward her hairline. "Is? Oliver, Darling… Where is this squirrel?" She asked, squatting down in front of him.
Hot tears streamed down his face as he glared at his mother; his voice cracked and squeaked as he spoke. "Miss Belle trapped her in a box. She is out there in the car, dying… alone."
Instantly, Regina's features relaxed. Standing up, she pulled the littlest boy into a hug. "I'm not mad at you honey," she whispered. "And neither is Miss Belle… but you can't just take wild animals home with you… what if it had bit you?"
The ginger boy jerked away from the woman's grasp and snapped his head up to meet her eyes. "Then maybe I would feel a sliver of what she is going through!" he shouted before running out of the room.
Roland looked up, sideways, at his parents. "Go with him and be nice to him, he needs his big brother," Robin whispered, nudging the boy with his fingers. The brunette boy took off and everyone turned back to Belle.
"Well, that was dramatic," Regina sighed, combing her hair backward with her fingers.
"I'll drop back in the park and turn it loose on my way home. It looked pretty rough but I think it will be fine," she said, standing up.
Emma jumped to her feet, sending the chair she was sitting in crashing to the floor. All eyes were on her in an instant. "Actually… Let me take a look at her." She said, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Oliver may be right, she could need medical attention… He was awfully passionate about it… It won't hurt to take a look.
"Well, okay. In the box, front seat… my doors are unlocked." Belle sighed, throwing herself back into the chair.
Quickly, the blonde set the chair back on it's legs and walked to the door. Behind her, she could hear Robin and Belle talking. As soon as she was out of the trio's sights, she took off at a run headed straight for Belle's car. She pulled the door open and gently grabbed the shoe box that was sitting on the seat. She closed the car door and pressed her back against it. Closing her eyes, she took ay deep breath.
Belle and Robin remained seated, chatting in the kitchen but Regina followed behind the blonde. She stood in the side-yard and watched on as Emma carefully removed her button down shirt, which left her in only a black tank-top. The blonde slowly sat down on the sidewalk and rested the unopened box on her legs. Regina felt like she could cry, a thick knot quickly formed in her throat at the thought of the poor creature being dead. Crossing her arms, the brunette slowly made her way to Emma's side and squatted down.
"You don't have to do this, you know," she said, running her fingers down Emma's back.
"If it's alive, we can help it, Regina. I'm not going to just let it die."
"Okay then… let's have at it."
Slowly Emma lifted the lid and held her breath. In the back, left hand corner of the box, a little brown and white tuft of hair sat shivering. Some of its fur was visibly caked with blood but it was obviously breathing. "She's alive," panted the blonde.
"Oh, good," smiled the brunette. "Let's get her inside and assess the damage."
Once inside, Emma scooped the squirming baby into her button down and cradled it in her palms. "Turn on the water. The temperature you would bathe a baby in."
Regina did as she was asked and ran the water over her wrist. "Go ahead."
"Put the stopper in, I can't run it over her, she will climb up my face."
After a few inches of water pooled in the sink, Emma dipped both the baby and her shirt in the water. Gently, she rubbed away the clotted blood from its shivering little body to find a bare spot surrounding a shallow scratch.
"Can you get me a towel?" asked the blonde as she gently cradled the dripping fur-ball.
Without hesitation, Regina pulled a beautiful red and silver hand towel from a drawer and held it out to her.
"Put it over your hands. I'm going to give to you, hold on to her firmly but don't squeeze her directly. She is starting to move around, she may jump so just cup her, okay?"
Holding out her hands, Regina carefully cupped the now restlessly squirming squirrel. A soft smile formed on her lips as she peeked at the soaked baby through her fingers.
"Do you have any Neosporin?"
"Robin, get the first-aid kit, please?" Regina called over her shoulder.
"Already on it, Darling." he said, running from the room.
Emma watched as her lover gently rocked her hands back and forth. When Regina looked up, their eyes linked. Without thinking, the blonde leaned in and kissed the woman's cheek.
"Here you are," Robin said, entering the room. He made it just in time to see Emma pull back. "Um…"
"Sorry," Emma said, taking the box.
"Quite alright." He smiled, staring at his wife who was now blushing. He pointed at her with both hands before taking a seat on the island across from them. "Is it okay?"
"I think she will be okay but I want to get some medicine on this cut," Emma said, quickly. "We will keep her over night and if she makes it, we will set her out in the morning."
"The boys will be happy to hear that," Robin said.
Across the room, Belle stood back up. "Alright lovelies, I am going to go. You can keep the box. Let me know how it works out," she said, headed to the door.
They got the baby dry and medicated before wrapping her in a dry towel and setting her back in the box. Robin cut long slits in the lid so that they could see inside but it could not escape. Regina put a small amount of water in a dish and a few spoon fulls of bird seed in a corner of the box before capping it and putting it safely on a corner table in the sitting area. As soon as the box touched the table, a high pitched beeping echoed around the room.
"Ahh." Regina smiled. "Diner is done… go get the boys," she said.
Robin made for the doorway but Emma caught him by the elbow. "I'll get them."
"Well, okay then… Just down the hall."
#
Poking her head into the large bed room, she saw both boys sitting silently on one bed. "Hey," she whispered. They both looked up at her with tear stained faces. "Don't be upset, guys… we got her and gave her a bath… she isn't too hurt… just a scratch… like falling and scraping your knee," she said, making her way across the room.
"She is okay?" Oliver asked.
"Yup. We are going to keep her to night and let her free in the morning because she is big enough to take care of herself."
"Where is she?" asked the brunette boy, almost too softly to hear.
"We made her a nest in the box that Belle had her in. But you can't open the lid… you can see her in the morning, I promise."
Both looked up at her with identical, beaming grins. "Thank you, Emma," Oliver cried.
"No, hey, this was your mama's idea… thank her," she lied. "Also, grub is done, come eat."
"What are we having?" Roland asked, jumping off of the bed.
"Uh… Lasagna."
"Eww," Oliver moaned. "I hate that stuff."
Roland pushed his brother back onto the bed. "You are crazy!"
"No, for real, Roland. It just has too much… Meat."
Emma smiled and pointed to the door. "Roland, buddy, go wash up. I need to have a chat with our little red-head for a minute."
"Shew. Good!" The dark haired boy sighed. "Maybe you can teach him why humans have canine teeth… I think he is part rabbit or somthin." Roland shook his head before darting out of the room.
Turning back to the bed, Emma studied the look on the boy's face. He was about to start defending himself, she could tell. Slowly, she squatted down so that he could look down at her. "I'm going to tell you a secret."
"I don't like to eat meat, I think its gross and I love animals… I don't want to eat them." He huffed, crossing his arms tight against his chest.
"I don't like to eat meat either," she whispered.
His features softened. "Really?"
"Really. But just for today, lets just eat it and act like we enjoy it… Your mom worked really hard to make this dinner for us… let's just make her happy, okay? Can you do that?"
"Sure. Mum works really hard all the time. Too hard, I think."
"Well…" Emma started, as she stood up. "All moms work hard, it's part of being a parent, kid." She shook her hand through the boy's shaggy hair.
"I know. Are you a mom?"
"Uh… not yet."
"You should be," he smiled, standing up on his bed.
"You know… People keep telling me that." She laughed.
"That's because it's true!" He tip toed to the edge of the bed. "You should carry me to dinner," he said, firmly.
After a honking laugh, Emma turned her back to the boy. "Get on."
"For really?"
"Yup. Let's go, dinner is getting cold."
Oliver leapt from the bed and wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck while swinging his lets around her hips. "Let's go!"
Emma mimicked her best 'trotting horse' sound as she took off down the hall, bouncing the giggling boy on her back. They flew down the hall and came skidding to a halt at the kitchen doorway. Regina, Roland and Robin were seated at the table, around the pan of lasagna and a beautiful vegetable mixture in a white bowl. When the blonde and her passenger made it into the room, Robin and the brunette woman stared up at them in disbelief.
Smiling awkwardly, Emma took hold of the little hands around her neck. "Alright kid, here we are."
"yay," he mumbled, less than enthused.
Holding his hands, Emma swung the boy from her back and twisted his around to land in front of her. "Food, go," she said, shoving him to the table.
Oliver took the seat between his parents, leaving Emma to sit between Roland and Robin. She sat and watched Regina stare at her with a look that she has never seen from the woman before and it sent shivers down her spine. The tension was intense but no one else seemed to have noticed.
#
Food was eaten and boys were off to bed. Instrumental music played softly in the kitchen as Emma insisted on clearing off the table. Losing battle to do the cleaning, Regina sank down on the couch and watched the blonde dance around the tile floor, intentionally sliding around on her socks. Sitting at the kitchen table with the daily paper's crossword spread out in front of him, Robin watched his wife from the corner of his eye. Stealthily, he pull his phone from his pocket and began typing.
The way you look at her…
A soft buzzing on the table in front of her caught Regina's attention. Picking up her phone, she read the message with a straight face.
What ever do you mean?
I mean, I have never seen you look at any fling that way.
She is interesting.
You are in love.
For a second, Regina looked up at him with narrowed eyes. He was intentionally ignoring her, staring down at his paper intently.
I am not in love. Don't be stupid.
You invited her to our home and the look on your face when she came in packing Oliver… You can deny it all you want, Darling but it is very obvious. I know that face.
You know no such thing. The children enjoy her.
The children are in bed… And you are letting her clean up your mess.
She insisted!
An audible huff came from the couch as Regina threw her back against the sofa in an attempt to not watch the blonde make light work of the dishes.
Give her the chance to show you what I already know.
I am seriously going to punch you in the nose.
Promises, promises.
Emma slammed the water off and turned around to face the couple. They were silent, seemingly distracted by their own devices.
"All done." She smiled, wiping her hands on a soft looking white towel.
Robin snapped his head up and gave her a guilty smile. "Well, I am exhausted. I think I will retire to my dungeon where the dragons are."
Regina turned to glare at her husband as he jumped from his seat. "You do that," she hissed.
Awkwardly, the blonde watched as Robin winked at his wife before practically running down the hallway. "Well… Dinner was amazing," she said while walking into the sitting room.
"You did all the work."
"Na. It was hardly work."
A silence came between them. Emma looked around for a moment before rocking back on her heels like a child. "Well, I guess I'd best be gettin home."
For a split second, disappointment shot across the brunette's face. "You can't!"
High browed, Emma smiled. "Oh? And why can't I?"
"The squirrel…" Regina said, as her eyes fell on the box in the corner.
"What about it?"
"You promised the boys that you would let it free tomorrow with them…"
"I can come back."
"Why don't you just stay?" Regina asked, a bit more desperately than intended.
"hmm…" She looked around, calculating. "All you had to do was ask." Emma smiled and plopped down on the couch next to the older woman. She looked over to see the look of sheer disbelief on Regina's face. "what?"
"I… nothing."
"Didn't expect it to be that easy?" She laughed. "I didn't bring clothes with me though."
"Well dear…" Regina leaned in toward the blonde. "I have a feeling you won't be needing them," she whispered.
"Uhh… you got awfully courageous in the past thirty seconds."
"Oh please. I never doubted that you would be staying."
"Really? I can just go then." she stood up quickly and stared down at the woman still seated on the sofa.
"Must you always be that way?"
"What way?" She huffed, slamming her hands down on her hips.
"You're always out to make a statement," Regina hissed, rolling her eyes. "You are so predictable."
"Am I?" Something wild lit up in Emma's eyes. It was like the brunette had flipped a switch in her.
"Very." Regina rolled her hand around in the air dramatically.
Without warning, Emma launched herself down onto the couch, grabbing tan wrists and pinning the brunette underneath her, hands above their heads. Quickly, pale lips found red ones and forcefully began their assault. Pushing her back off of the cushion, Regina pressed her stomach and chest up to meet the blonde's. A steady rhythm started between them, their bodies moving together as their tongues explored the other's mouth in a battle for dominance.
A low moan came from the blonde as a tan thigh brushed between her own. Regina's eyes shot open and she pulled away from Emma as best she could.
"What is it?" Emma whispered, looking down the hall.
"We can't do this here," the brunette panted.
"Obviously… I was just having some fun," She said while easing her way off of the woman.
"And fun you shall have, Darling. Come with me," Regina said before practically leaping off the couch.
Quietly, the couple made their way down the hall. As they passed the room that Emma had retrieved the boys from, Regina poked her head in to see two snoozing children. After the brunette was satisfied and convinced that her sons were in fact sleeping, the women crept further down the hallway. They ascended the stairs before disappearing through a door to Regina's bedroom.
"Whoa," Emma said, looking around.
"What is it?"
"Your bed room is bigger than my house, pretty sure."
"I doubt that."
"I don't… why do you need such a massive bed?"
"I like to be comfortable," Regina replied plainly.
"Don't you sleep alone though?"
"Often times, the boys sleep here too…" she sat down and kicked off her shoes. "And there are times that Robin falls asleep in this bed."
Emma stood at her edge of the bed. At the mention of the man, she wrinkled her nose. "I'm sure that's a blast."
"We have fun, really we do."
"I'm sure. Robin is a hoot."
"I'm glad that the two of you are getting along well." She pulled her dress above her head and let it fall to the floor beside her.
"As weird as this all is, I'm pretty glad that I got mixed up in it," the blonde laughed.
"Weird?" Regina gasped. "You think that my family is weird?"
"No… I think that you having a family… having a husband who doesn't care who you sleep with… is weird."
"Oh, he cares."
"What?" She looked up from sliding her pants off.
"Oh yes. I never tell him who I am seeing, specifically, unless the woman is from a couple that we have been with…. He is very picky… and protective as well."
"hmm. He didn't seem that way to me."
"He likes you… and interestingly enough, the boys like you… you win all the way around… I will find your flaw, Miss Swan... if it takes me a life time, I will find it"
"Why would you want to do that?" Emma asked, sitting softly on the bed.
"The thing is… I have been watching you… wanting you … for years. Aside from your obvious promiscuity, and unyielding stubbornness, I have yet to find a reason why I should not be with you."
Emma felt as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She sat there staring at Regina's bare skin, the woman's words playing over and over in her mind. She watched breathlessly, as the woman slid between the blankets and laid her head against a pillow.
"Are you coming?" Regina asked, patting the empty place at her left.
"Uh… yea," Emma crawled across the bed and slid into place.
The lights were doused by remote as the blonde settled in. She laid in silence, staring into the darkness above her. A warm hand on her stomach reminded her where she was.
"Is something wrong?" whispered the brunette.
"No. It's just… I don't know… You are so perfect… your life is perfect… and you want to be with a street rat like me? I just find it so hard to believe."
"You are hardly Aladdin, Darling… And let's not get too ahead of ourselves."
"You're right," Emma mumbled before falling back into silence. So maybe I wont ask her, just yet, her insides felt like jell-o and she could not focus her mind on one thought or the other. She inched herself a little closer to the brunette before turning onto her side, facing the woman.
A warm hand cradled the blonde's cheek in the darkness. She could not see Regina's face but she just knew that the woman was up to something. Before she knew what was happening, Emma found herself lying on her back with the weight of what she could only assume was the body of her lover, on top of her.
Regina's actions were clearly not very thought out; she missed the blonde's hips and wound up straddling her thighs instead, which meant that she was about six inches short from being able to kiss the woman's lips. Going with it, the brunette began kissing the younger's lean neck instead. Gracefully, she maneuvered her bare thigh to rest against the blonde's fabric clad core. The heat radiating from the woman, mixed with the hum that came from her throat when their bodies made contact, sent chills up Regina's spine.
At first, the brunette held herself firmly against the blonde while pressing her own core against Emma's muscular thigh. The sensation alone, sent the blonde's back off the mattress.
Kissing her way down Emma's tone body, Regina pushed the thin fabric away from the blonde's skin. Rising up, the blonde pulled her shirt and bra over her head consequently pushing her chest up to meet the brunette's hungry lips. Without hesitation, Regina sucked in a mouth full of pale flesh. Steadily flicking her tongue across a pert nipple, she ran her hands down the blonde's body.
Emma could hardly control herself. Her breathing was erratic and it took every ounce of control she had not to buck against the woman's leg. Deciding that she was going to let herself enjoy the moment while she could, the blonde did her best to relax under Regina's attack. Closing her eyes, Emma stretched her hands down the other's soft shoulders and gently pushed down.
Running her fingers the full length of the blonde's body, Regina refused to stop at the woman's panty line. She slid her hand down Emma's front. Instantly she could feel the woman tensing up underneath her. Continuing her journey down, she was met by obviously dampened cloth. Pushing the fabric aside, she pulled a fingertip through wet folds.
Jerking at the contact, Emma let out a loud sigh. Her hips pushed forward onto the woman's exploring hand, she could not help but to grip tighter the shoulders of her lover.
Teasingly, Regina circled the blonde's entrance and dipped a finger shallowly into her body before coming back up to the woman's bud. She gently and slowly moved the pad of her middle finger across the nerve, bringing Emma's hips to move with her. Regina could hear the blonde's repeatedly sharp grasps.
White teeth sank deep down into a pale lip. Emma's head was spinning. She feared a quick finish.
Dipping her finger back into the blonde's burning core, Regina slowly sank herself knuckle deep. With skill, she curled her fingers back against themselves and began slowly turning her hand back and forth as if she were a key and Emma's sex, a dripping, golden lock.
The pressure made the blonde bite harder to keep from crying out. Her grip on Regina's back became harsh, her short nails drug across tan skin over and over. She brought her thigh up, lift the brunette off the bed with it.
Falling forward, Regina pulled herself from the woman only to plunge in deeper with open digits. Repeatedly she thrust up into the blonde while moving her hand back and forth quickly; creating a vibrating sensation.
"Ah aaaah!" cried the blonde; her nails penetrating tan flesh as she held on for dear life.
Rising up, breaking the blonde's hold, Regina laid a firm hand on the woman's stomach to hold her down. She plunged faster and faster into burning depths while watching Emma smack her hands down on her own face to muffle her soon to come screaming.
The brunette rolled herself off of Emma's thigh to kneel between her legs. She noted the way that the blonde dug her heals into the mattress, forcing herself higher and higher off the sheet. Leaning forward, Regina brought her forehead to rest on the woman's abdomen. She put all her energy into thrusting. After each pass, she could feel Emma getting a little tighter around her fingers. Reaching her left hand underneath the blonde, she took a firm grip on the girl's ass while mercilessly drilling her core.
Emma's whole body felt like fire, her blood like lava. She could feel the pressure in her gut building more uncontrollable. A soft growl started in her chest as she threw her body down against the brunette's relentless thrusting. She began to buck wildly against the woman. Suddenly she felt the pressure begin to release.
"No no no nonononono." She mumbled, clenching her muscles as tight as she could.
Fighting the crippling force of Emma's walls closing in around her, Regina continued. Once push after the next she brought the blonde higher. Then a wave of hot, sticky liquid shot up her wrist as Emma pulled her body up and away from her.
"Damn it!" Emma growled as her body shook uncontrollably. She smashed her palms down heavily onto her face. She could taste the unmistakable metallic jolt of blood in her mouth.
Regina remained kneeling while her thoughts caught up with her. She smiled like a lunatic as she stared down at the blonde.
"I'm so sorry." Emma cried in embarrassment.
"Sorry?"
"I'm disgusting."
"Whoa ho ho hang on now." Regina demanded in a soft voice. "This is nothing to be ashamed of and it certainly is not disgusting."
When Emma said nothing, the brunette continued. "Emma, darling… Female ejaculation is an extreme turn on and it speaks measures of me… it's the highest of compliments." She said, crawling up to hold the shaking blonde. Before she could put her arm around Emma, she remembered that she was coated in goo. Chuckling to herself, she rolled from the bed and retrieved a damp towel. She cleaned herself before handing it to Emma.
"Here."
"Thank you. I'm really sorry. I should have told you that it happens some times."
"This is your reasoning behind the true top shenanigans then?"
"Yea."
"Well, darling… I am not going stand here and listen to you whine about it… I believe you owe me a fuck."
Wide eyed, Emma stared through the fuzzy darkness and into Regina's burning eyes. Before she could respond, the woman was pulling her from the bed.
"Take those off darling, you don't want to catch vagina pneumonia."
Finally, a smile spread across Emma's lips. "That's cute." She laughed.
"It is a serious ailment." She said firmly.
"Im so sure." Emma stood and shimmied out of her soaked underwear before pushing the brunette backwards onto the bed.
When she landed, Regina rolled onto her stomach and began crawling to the center of the mattress. Before she could turn to fall onto her back though, Emma leapt onto the bed and grabbed her by the hips.
"Oh really?" Moaned the older.
Planting herself behind Regina, Emma laid her left hand flat on the small of the woman's back. Firmly, she ran her free hand through the woman's wetness; without presentation, she pushed her way inside.
Pushing her own face down onto the mattress below, the brunette met Emma's thrust with equal thrust. She gritted her teeth as she continued to push her sopping heat around the blonde's hand. Every thrust emitted a grunt from the brunette.
Turning her hand upward, Emma's body followed. She came to lay face up between tan thighs. She leaned forward slightly, sucking the woman's clit into her mouth for a moment before laying back down and flicking her tongue across the pebbled bud.
A long, steady hiss came from between the brunette's teeth. She carefully lowered herself down onto the woman's face. Refusing to move her hips, for fear of crushing the blonde's nose, Regina locked her legs and offered herself to will of the younger woman.
Moving her fingers in and out of the woman's heat in time with her lightly flicking tongue, Emma gripped a hand full of tan ass, squeezing firmly. After a few minutes of repeated rhythm, the blonde snapped her fingers against the brunette's bare flesh.
A dangerous growl shot from Regina's throat. She spread her knees, bring herself down onto the blonde's chin, forcing her to bottom out inside of her. The mix of pleasure and pain sent Regina's body to jerk in need. She quickly pulled the blonde's hand out from inside her and slid down to sit atop the woman's hips. Sitting up, Regina pulled Emma's hands back to her body.
Doing as she was wordlessly instructed, the blonde reentered the woman. Regina brought her hands to rest behind her on Emma's knees. Supporting herself with her hands, Regina hovered her aching core above the blonde's stomach.
"Fuck me." She hissed. "Fuck me."
Emma thrust herself upward into the demanding woman, repeatedly. She could feel sweat beading on her skin as she brought her other hand to flick across the brunette's clit. Within moment's Regina began smashing herself down onto the blonde, bucking her hips wildly.
Fighting through the pain, Emma locked her arm against her side and let the brunette ride herself out. She focused her full attention to the Regina's pebble. Quickly, she ran the pad of her finger across the nerve in a side to side motion.
Pressing herself down onto Emma, completely taking her length inside her, Regina rocked back and forth sporadically. The heat rising in her gut, the brunette leaned forward and kissed tight lips firmly. Lips locked and hips gyrating, her orgasm came like a tidal wave. The rush surged through her vibrating body and into her core. Her muted scream filled the blonde's lungs with hot, suffocating air.
Breaking their kiss, Emma smiled up at her lover and ran the palm of her hand up her goose bum covered arm. "Well." She laughed.
"I know there is a good reason to keep doing this." Regina panted, rolling off of the exhausted woman.
"You're welcome?"
"No darling, YOU are welcome."
Regina curled her leg over top the blonde's and laid her head on a pale shoulder. Pulling a sheet up around them, Emma brought her arm around to better hold the woman closer to her. Within a few short minutes, she only sounds from either of them were quiet snores.