"So..."
Emma stands awkwardly with her back against the brunette's closed bedroom door. Regina quells the urge to roll her eyes at the Sheriff's seemingly innate inability to avoid tainting a moment with her graceless stammering, and instead takes a seat on her bed. She doesn't push for the blonde to come over and join her - knowing that inevitably she will - for she imagines that with enduring such small annoyances comes great reward.
"So."
She smiles softly at the Sheriff, watching the younger woman as she lets her gaze flicker inquisitively around the bedroom. Eventually, Emma ceases her mental cataloguing and focuses her attention back on the Mayor.
"Your room is so fancy... It's nice."
And again with that clumsy rambling; A romantic soliloquy by Emma Swan, ladies and gentlemen.
"Thank you, I spent a lot of time working on the house's decor."
Really, we're going to talk about interior design now?
"You did all this yourself?"
Ok, apparently we are...
"I like to work with aesthetics; it was an enjoyable project."
"You like to surround yourself with pretty things..."
A small smirk touches Regina's lips as she nods in response to the Sheriff's words, dark eyes glittering as she watches the blonde avert her gaze and finger the material of her shirt distractedly; the rosy petal of her bottom lip once more pulled between her teeth as her cheeks blush lightly. Waiting for the Sheriff to look at her again, the brunette runs a finger over her own lip thoughtfully.
"I do... You add a nice touch to the room, dear."
Emma's blush deepens as she rolls her eyes and shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans; thoroughly uncomfortable. Eventually adopting a playful grin, she skims over her awkwardness with sarcasm.
"I'm not so sure that's strictly true; I think I actually clash quite terribly with your subdued colour scheme."
She gestures at her clothes with a smile; her scarlet shirt and sinfully tight black jeans standing out in vivid relief next to the muted cream of the room.
What I wouldn't do for the name of the person who designed those jeans... I would take the opportunity to thank them personally.
"Perhaps you're right... It's a good thing there's a simple solution."
"Oh?"
Emma raises a brow at the brunette's coy insinuation as a smirk graces her lips. Finally pushing herself away from the door, she pads closer to the bed; her eyes growing dark as her pupils blow out. Regina suppresses a shiver as she watches cool green become tainted black and takes the blonde's hand in order to pull her onto the bed.
After all; she's still the one running this show.
"All in good time, Miss Swan."
Her fingers find the Sheriff's shoulders as her lips brush softly over Emma's own. Moving a little closer towards the centre of the bed, the Mayor momentarily debates removing her heels, before deciding to leave them on. She pulls the blonde along with her so that they rest alongside one another, offering the younger woman a secretive grin before leaning over her; the intensity of her stare silently forcing the Sheriff to lie slowly back onto the bed.
Again, Regina deters the blonde's wandering hands as they begin to make light work of the clasp to her pants; interlacing her fingers win Emma's and moving their hands to rest beside the Sheriff's head. She deepens her assault on the younger woman's mouth in a silent request for her patience; dipping her tongue sweetly between parted lips and earning a low hum. Moving so that her leg rests between the blonde's, she runs her hand beneath the devilish scarlet of the younger woman's shirt and rests it on the warm flesh of her stomach; her thumb stroking lightly over the base of her ribs.
The blonde runs her fingers up and down the Mayor's back, gliding them over soft silk. Tiring of such repetitive actions, she trails her left hand a little lower; running her finger between the folds of the brunette's shirt and her dress pants, before she loses her inward battle with her manners and moves swiftly to goose the darker woman so that she jumps. Eyes glittering, Regina pushes herself up so as to better glare down at the blonde. She smirks, tickling the Sheriff's ribs beneath her shirt.
"Pervert."
"Definitely."
Emma agrees, and the Mayor chuckles, releasing her hold of the blonde's hand in order to run her fingers playfully through thick curls as she nips at the younger woman's tongue. Wriggling a little so that Emma's hipbone will stop poking her in the stomach, she nestles herself so that both of her legs now rest between the Sheriff's, the weight of her upper body pressing down pleasantly on the blonde's.
"Hmm... the Sheriff's a pervert. I wonder if something should be done about that...?"
"She'll probably get away with it. I hear she's fucking the Mayor."
"And crass language, too! Oh!... You're lucky you can get by on that pretty face, Miss Swan."
"Uhuh. Me and my feminine wiles..."
"You wouldn't know a feminine wile if it hit you!"
Regina laughs as Emma huffs at her impishly; eyes sparkling as she watches the blonde struggle to keep from breaking into a grin.
"I know you have them..."
The younger woman challenges, and the brunette raises a brow and adopts a salacious smirk as she leans forwards; her lips hovering tantalisingly over the Sheriff's.
"Nice recovery, dear."
She whispers, and the blonde rolls her eyes before returning to running her finger along the waistband of the Mayor's dress pants, slowly teasing out the silken material of her shirt in search of bare flesh. Regina lowers her lips to the younger woman's jaw as the latter liberates the small of her back to the comparatively cold air; her index finger now playing over the waistband of her underwear.
As she starts a wet trail down the blonde's throat, the Mayor pulls back slowly with a frown. Removing her hand from the warmth of the Sheriff's ribs, she touches her finger gently to the angry purple mark an inch below her jaw that had previously been hidden by her hair. Emma shudders, her breath catching audibly, but she tilts her head back to allow better access to the bite mark that flushes lividly against her pale complexion; a remnant of the brunette's anger the day before last.
I'm sorry.
Pressing her lips gently to the bruise, Regina holds herself there, breathing in the blonde's scent with her eyes clamped shut as she tries to block out memories of what her anger had caused her to do, until Emma brings up her hand and coaxes her head closer still. Interpreting the Sheriff's desires, she parts her lips to suck at the mark; increasing the pressure as the younger woman stiffens in a combination of pleasure and pain beneath her.
She remains careful to refrain from letting her teeth touch sore skin.
Running her hand back beneath Emma's shirt and splaying her fingers appreciatively over the flat plane of her stomach, Regina pulls back, finding the blonde's gaze for a moment, before inspecting the mark that glistens with the wetness of her tongue.
She feels only a minute pang of guilt. Any shame for her earlier actions is swiftly overshadowed by a new thought. A possessive thought.
Mine.
Smiling, she sits up - her backside resting on her heels - and runs her fingers teasingly over the Sheriff's jean-clad thighs as Emma pushes herself up onto her elbows and waits for a sign as to what should happen next. Regina licks her lips before trailing her hands higher up the blonde's legs until they rest at her hips; her fingers working slowly at the brass button centring the younger woman's jeans.
Pulling down the tight denim, the Mayor raises a brow so high it is in danger of disappearing into her hairline as she drinks in the sight revealed before looking up at the blonde incredulously.
"No underwear?"
She asks unnecessarily as she has the proof right in front of her, and Emma shrugs, lifting her ass off the bed to help the brunette pull her pants down.
"They're tight jeans, you can only really wear them with a thong."
"So you thought, why bother at all?"
"Pretty much."
"... Do you do that often?"
Regina asks, and the blonde lets out a low chuckle as she picks up on the sordid curiosity in the Mayor's voice. Regarding the darker woman with a smirk, she cocks her head to the side as though giving the question some serious thought before divulging deviously
"Every now and then..."
"Do you do it when you're working?"
"Why? Is that something else the Sheriff shouldn't do?"
"Well, I'd imagine the Sheriff's lingerie situation is her own business. I'm just always going to be wondering now..."
"I guess you'll just have to make a habit of checking for yourself, then."
Emma shrugs, and the brunette studies her intently; surprised by the younger woman's bold suggestion. Smirking, she pulls the blonde's jeans all the way off - along with her boots and socks - before crawling back up her lithe frame to find her lips, one finger dancing teasingly across the sensitive skin at the Sheriff's entrance.
"Don't be a tease, dear."
She scolds quietly.
"Says you..."
Emma's reply is notably husky and the brunette grins against her lips as she slips a finger easily into the blonde's warmth and applies a little pressure to her movements.
"Regina..."
The blonde sighs.
"Hmmm?"
The Mayor raises an eyebrow as though completely unaware of what the blonde could possibly want; laughing softly at the irritation written all over the younger woman's face. Cupping the Sheriff's thighs and pushing at them gently, she watches appreciatively as Emma spreads her legs wider; defined lines of muscle visible beneath soft flesh. Moving down the bed, her intention clear, she glances back up at the blonde warningly.
"No screaming. Henry's asleep down the hall."
"Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"
"It's not presumptuous when I know I'm capable."
"... Is that a threat?"
"No, Miss Swan, not a threat; a promise."
And with that, and an accompanying smirk, the brunette dips her head, running her tongue over the soft flesh of the Sheriff's inner thighs. She stops every now and then to bite playfully at pale skin; delighting in the small noises this elicits from the blonde. Dipping her fingers back between slick folds, she licks away any previously spilt excitement before replacing the use of her hand entirely.
Her movements are slow; taking time to touch, feel and taste, as the Sheriff begins to writhe above her. Placing her hand firmly over the blonde's stomach, Regina keeps her in place as Emma's breathing becomes notably ragged.
Glancing up - reinitiating her fingers - she feels her own warmth begin to build as she watches the Sheriff fist tellingly at the clovers; her eyes shut and her lips parted. Frowning as her attention drops to the scarlet shirt still covering the younger woman's abdomen, she attempts to fiddle open its buttons one-handed, before giving up with a vexed sigh and simply pushing the gauzy fabric up over her stomach. Emma cracks open her eyes and looks down distractedly, before realising the issue and unbuttoning the garment herself; letting scarlet wings drape down to her sides to reveal pale skin and a simple black bra.
"Exquisite..."
Regina runs her hand playfully over toned flesh, before silently awarding the younger woman a substantial number of points upon realising she wears a bra that hooks at the front. Unclasping it deftly, she lets her fingers wander ever more sensitive flesh as the blonde begins letting out low, whispered curses and biting her lip.
Trailing her finger down the Sheriff's ribcage, the brunette traces the jagged scar above her navel gently, leaning forward to hover her mouth beside the blonde's ear as she keeps up her sweet torture further south.
"What happened?"
"H-huh?"
"Your scar. What happened?"
"I- Ah - was drunk."
"Did you get in a fight?"
"No. I -fuck - I did it."
"You did this to yourself? I thought... I thought you said when you were in jail-"
"-No... I was just fucked off with you... Playing- shit- you with the letter opener... Better story..."
"You did this... Why?"
"Why - Ah - Why not?"
Regina frowns; turning her head to study the Sheriff, but she's rewarded only with sooty lashes and hitched breathing.
Why not?
There are so many questions she longs to ask the younger woman about that statement, but she imagines Emma has already told her more than she would have had her mind not been preoccupied with pleasure. She decides to save her questions for a time when the answers will be less raw and more understandable.
She decides to respect the Sheriff's compromised privacy.
She decides to put Emma's interests before her own.
Sucking quickly at the dark mark colouring the blonde's throat, she moves back down her quivering body to assault hot flesh with her tongue once again. Increasing her carnal attention wickedly, she smiles as strong thighs clamp abruptly around her as the Sheriff bites down hard on the back of her hand to stifle a scream.
"Fuck..."
Emma pants, and Regina laughs huskily as she sits up and watches the blonde attempt to regulate her breathing; one arm thrown dramatically over her eyes. She slides back up the Sheriff's body gently, playing her fingers absentmindedly over the flushed peak of her breast as she waits for her to remove her arm from her face.
"That good was it, dear?"
She purrs sweetly, and Emma grins, gingerly lowering her arm to regard the brunette with blown eyes. She studies the Mayor intently - green eyes captivated by brown - before she leans forward to taste herself on the darker woman's lips. Closing her eyes and deepening their kiss, she grips the brunette's waist firmly and rolls them over with ease.
Straddling the Mayor, she stares down at her with unbridled affection, before recapturing scarlet lips and humming softly. Regina shivers; tracing her fingers gently over the bare flesh of the Sheriff's thighs.
"I can't complain."
She replies finally while working her fingers swiftly down the buttons of the brunette's shirt and peeling it open. Drinking in the delicate white bra she uncovers, the Sheriff leans down to tease covered flesh playfully with her tongue.
"God..."
"Nope, just me."
Emma chuckles quietly, and Regina sighs, swatting at the younger woman's thigh lightly in the hope that she'll shut the hell up.
Well, no, not really...
Emma pushes herself back up, wriggling a little in her position splayed across the brunette's lap - the action earning her a low groan - as she leans over toward the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of whisky she'd brought up with them. Unscrewing the cap and taking an indulgent swallow, she glances down at the Mayor who watches her hungrily. Grinning as she keeps the bottle pressed to her lips, she takes a delicate nip of the sharp amber nectar before replacing the bottle on the nightstand. She leans forward once more, this time pressing her lips to Regina's, allowing the warmed liquor to slip onto the brunette's tongue.
Regina delves her fingers into thick curls instinctively, holding the Sheriff in place as she explores the sweet yet sinful taste that burns in the younger woman's mouth. Finally, when the bourbon exists only as an afterthought, she allows Emma to sit back up and move down the bed so that she kneels between her legs.
The blonde turns her attention back to the Mayor's lace-covered chest as she slips her hand beneath the brunette and unclasps the pretty fabric standing between herself and her prize. Once the Mayor's bra has been tossed aside, she lets her mouth roam over newly bare flesh, delighting in the low moans above her as her hands work open the clasp of the brunette's dress pants.
Lifting her hips obediently, Regina groans when the blonde trails her tongue slowly down her stomach to the newly exposed white fabric that covers her sex before proceeding to taste her through it much the same as she had done with her bra. Running her fingers through messy curls, she keeps her hips raised in hopes of keeping such attention going; letting out a harsh gasp as sharp teeth scape the sensitive flesh low at her stomach and the blonde drags the white lace slowly down.
Pushing the brunette's hips back down into the mattress, Emma grins, her fingers fluttering over the darker woman's sex as she crawls back up to lie on top of her. Dipping two fingers deeper inside the brunette's wetness, she moves her lips to Regina's and begs access.
The Sheriff's ministrations are leisurely, taking her time to find the exact spots that make the brunette moan into their kiss. She muses vaguely on the thought that, before Regina, kissing is something she's never had much time for; considering it an intimate act and thus not in her nature. Now, as the Mayor begins to shudder beneath her and teases her tongue with ever-growing vigour, she decides her inhibitions may have been rather unfounded.
"Emma... I-... I'm-"
The blonde cuts off the Mayor's moaning swiftly; speeding up her fingers as she feels the brunette beginning to come undone beneath her. She grins when Regina lets out a low cry into her mouth; swallowing the sound and slowing her movements gently. Smiling down at her bedmate, she goes about delicately cleaning off her glistening fingers with pink flashes of her tongue.
"Christ..."
"There you go again. You're going to give me some sort of Messiah complex."
Emma grins wickedly, flashing her teeth when the brunette merely shrugs from her leisurely position on the bed.
"A deity you are definitely not, but keep doing that and I'll be forced to worship you."
The blonde raises an eyebrow at the Mayor's uncharacteristically high praise, before pointedly sucking her finger between her lips with a grin. Rolling her eyes, the brunette grabs hold of the younger woman's hips and flips her off so that they lie side by side.
A heavy silence follows as Regina pulls the covers up to engulf them. She's halfway through the process of switching off the light to her side when she glances over at the blonde who studies the ceiling awkwardly. Sighing, she weighs up her options. In all honesty, the thought of whether or not Emma would stay the night hadn't even crossed her mind. Still, she's exhausted and basking in the beauty of her after-glow, and, although she's sure this is something the blonde needs coaxing into, she just can't bring herself to bother right now.
Moving with decisive speed, she simply switches off the lights; plunging them into darkness. Snaking her hand blindly beneath the covers, she finds the Sheriff's side and rests her palm comfortably over the peak of her hipbone. Sensing the younger woman's clear tension, she sighs, speaking softly into the darkness.
"Just go to sleep, Emma. It's fine."