A/N: We're not even going to get into why this wasn't posted yesterday. The bookends: my computer crashed last night and I lost 3/4 of this chapter, and I spent all of today stressing over colleges. There was some comical problems in between that were...well... comical.
Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this. It's been awhile, so I apologize, but it's here now.
Also, if you're into slam poetry, check the Youtube playlist Rustbelt 2013 by Button Poetry (especially Michael Lee's "The Addict, a Magician". It's so true and just envelopes that tragic beauty in the world.) That's enough fangirling. Now read, loves. Read and enjoy. (AND be wary the beginning is borderline NSFW... I call it KSFW: Kinda Safe For Work)
"R-R-REGINAAAHHH!" the shouts of the woman's name turned to loud moans as Regina continued her journey between Emma's legs. The blonde's thighs quivered and her body tensed as her climax tore through her.
Regina crawled back up the blonde's body and tucked herself into the crook of the woman's neck. She looked up into the blonde's eyes and gave a mischievous smirk.
"Me gusta el sabor de tu coño, mi amor," the brunette whispered into Emma's sweat-covered skin. "Muchísimo."
"I have no idea what you just said, but I think I came again by just listening to you say it," the blonde responded, a satisfied and somewhat goofy smile plastered on her face. Emma sighed contentedly and pulled her lover closer to her. "Good morning to me," she giggled out, before turning to a more serious topic. "I really like how you feel against me, y'know? Your skin on my skin."
"Oh, I know," Regina husked, placing a kiss on pink lips. "I feel the same way. I always dreamed it would be this way, and now that I've finally been able to act upon my fantasies...well, it's almost better."
"Mmmmm…" Emma hummed, a smirk overtaking her features. "You fantasized about me?"
"Once or twice," she replied flippantly.
"And what did these fantasies involve, Professsor?" the student questioned, grinning wickedly. She moved down until she was level with the brunette's body
"You just pegged one of them," the brunette said, her voice low with an arousal that only grew as Emma leaned in and nibbled on the lobe of her ear.
"Tell me more, Miss Mills," she whispered into her ear.
Regina moaned and leaned her neck back, allowing the blonde to lean in and praise it. It felt so good to have Emma's smooth lips traveling her skin.
"Well...it, uh... it involves you, of course," Regina choked out in place of another moan. She had to get her thoughts together if she was going to tell Emma of her fantasy, but the picture in her mind combined with the wonderful feelings Emma was giving her were too much to think through. She sighed breathily and continued on, "For some reason you come into my office. You…" another sigh as Emma ran her tongue up the column of the brunette's throat. "You acted out in class… maybe you forgot your homework. Whatever the reason, you need…" Emma nipped the base of the brunette's neck hard, eliciting a very audible gasp. "...punishment."
"You sure have a thing for punishing me, don't you, professor?" The brunette's moaning response urged Emma on, "Perhaps that can be arranged? I do go back to school tomorrow."
"You don't have my class until Tuesday," Regina whined as the blonde detached herself from the brunette to speak.
"But you still have office hours, no?" Emma asked, an innocent smile on her face. "I'm fairly certain I can find trouble between now and then."
"I know some trouble you could get into right now…" the brunette responded with a smirk. "I could even punish you afterwards for being such a naughty girl."
"Hmmmmm…" Emma hummed in thought, "I think I like the sound of that."
Emma snuggled into Regina's sweat-soaked body.
"I love you," she whispered into the thick air that surrounded them. "A lot."
Regina waited until her breath was under control to answer, "I love you a lot as well, my dear."
Emma giggled quietly as her hand drew circles on Regina's lower back. "Good," she replied.
"It's more than good, I would say," the brunette answered, feeling Emma's hand dip lower and lower. "It's kind of…. well…"
"Perfect?" Emma guessed with a smile.
Regina nodded in response, "It's never been like this with anyone. It's never been so easy and carefree. Not even with Daniel did I feel so much like I do now."
"How do you feel now?"
"Free," the response floated from her mouth. It was true. She felt free, but she felt so much more as well, "Safe, loved, light, satisfied, but craving more all the time. I've quite enjoyed this last twenty-four hours, if you weren't able to tell."
Emma snorted in mockery, "No, I couldn't tell at all. The screams didn't even begin to give it away."
"Oh, hush. You weren't exactly quiet either," Regina pointed out with a laugh, triggering one of Emma's own.
A nice silence fell over the women as the held each other in bed. Each one ran the memories of the previous night through their minds, the smiles never leaving their faces.
"I never want to leave," Emma commented, almost inaudibly.
"I never want you to leave, either," the brunette commented back. Regina took a deep breath. It was now or never. "I was actually meaning to ask you about that."
"About leaving?" the blonde didn't even try to hide her confusion. "I thought we've talked about this before. I said I wouldn't leave unless you asked me…. and judging by what you just said, I don't think this is you asking me."
"No, no, no! Definitely not!" Regina rushed to shoot the theory down. "Quite the opposite in fact. I was think that maybe you could move in?" Though she was more than certain of what she wanted, the professor's last statement came out as a question. She knew what she wanted, but was it what Emma wanted, too, or was it far too soon?
"You don't think it's a little soon?" the blonde asked, brows furrowed in thought.
"Honestly?" the brunette questioned back. "I think it's far too soon, but I also told you that I've never felt this way. Not even when I was married to a very caring and loving man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I think that means a little something, don't you? I mean, we've never really followed the typical dating standards, anyways." Regina watched as her lover's eyebrows shot up to a comical height and waited on baited breath for her answer.
"Really?" the blonde asked, a disbelieving smile crossing her face.
"Really. Emma, you know I wouldn't ask something like this if I wasn't serious. I have too much at stake." Regina knew she didn't have to mention Henry or her career. The blonde was wise enough to know by now.
"I'd love to," Emma said, an ecstatic smile breaking through. "Oh my God, Regina. I'd absolutely love to."
"Really?" Now it was the brunette's turn to question the events. "You're really going to stay?"
"I'm really going to stay, Reggie."
The two women embraced, each smiling from ear to ear. Their pasts had been so hard-fought, but it all seemed so simple now- so right.
"I guess it's about time I notify the college board of our relationship, then," Regina said after a few moments. "It is, after all, the right thing to do."
Emma pulled back from their embrace and looked into the other woman's eyes. She brought a hand up to rest on Regina's cheek.
"Are you sure?" She questioned seriously. "But won't that get you into trouble?"
"Sweetheart, it doesn't matter what they think. I run the school, remember?" Regina asked with a smile. "My parents founded the college, and now it's been passed down to me. Me telling the board is just professional courtesy."
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Regina turned and looked at the bedside clock.
"Mother said she wasn't bringing Henry back for another hour," she thought aloud, "and Kat is out of town this week on business."
"Jinkies! We've got a mystery!" Emma exclaimed, jumping up to gather a robe for herself, and another for her girlfriend. She gasped as a light smack landed on her backside. "Jeez, woman!" she exclaimed. "I think I've had plenty of that for one day. What was that for?"
"For mocking me with a cartoon reference," Regina responded, wrapping her robe around her and heading to the door. "Come now, child, we've got a guest to entertain."
"I think that'd be a bit much for them to see on their first visit, don't you?" Emma asked, a faux innocence in her features.
"You're quickly working your way to a punishment, Miss Swan," a raised eyebrow and stern voice warned as they descended the stairs.
When they reached the door, Regina turned the handle and slid it open. Her heart beat a little faster as she took in the man on her porch. He was handsome, ruggedly so, but that wasn't what caught the woman's attention. The man staring at her was wearing a brown uniform with a badge that labelled him the sheriff.
"Hello, Ma'am. I'm the local sheriff, but everyone calls me Graham," the man introduced himself smoothly. His accent was one that would have made her swoon once upon a time, but standing with Emma's arms around her, Regina realized how much she'd changed.
"Hello, officer," Regina reached out to shake his hand, a thousand scenarios running through her head.
"Hello, miss…" He trailed off, still shaking her hand.
"Mills. Regina Mills, and this lovely woman is my partner, Emma," she introduced the blonde behind her and tried not to look too petrified as they said their hellos. Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore, and Regina burst out the question that was on her mind since she saw the man. "Sheriff, I don't want to seem too forward, but may I ask what you're here for? Has something bad happened? Is my son alright?"
"I don't know your son, ma'am, but I can assure you he isn't what I'm here about," the man gave her a smile that instantly settled her worries.
"What are you here for, then?" Emma questioned over the brunette's shoulder.
"Oh… well…" the sheriff rested his hand on the back of his neck and scuffed the toe of his boot on the floor. "You see, ladies, the station got a call from one of your neighbors. They heard very loud noises and what sounded like screams… but, uh, judging by your state of dress, I'm assuming it wasn't necessarily bad screaming, right?"
Emma's eyes bugged out and Regina's chest and neck started turning a bright shade of red. Graham continued to scuff his boot on the floor and avoid all eye contact.
Emma cleared her throat and spoke first, "There's nothing to worry about here, sir. Maybe you could, uh, go and reassure the neighbors of that."
"That's just the thing, miss. I'm required to look into this," the sheriff explained. "I honestly can see that nothing bad is happening, but I still have to ask you some questions."
"We understand, Sheriff. You're welcome to come in and make yourself comfortable while we go…" Regina trailed off, looking down at her robe, "change."
"Yeah," Emma agreed, desperate to get away from the man. "The living room is right around the corner."
"Thank you, ladies," the man stepped through the door and found his way to one of Regina's leather chairs. He waited patiently as the women hurried up the stairs to find more appropriate clothing.
When they returned, Emma and Regina sat on the couch opposite of the sheriff, as far apart as possible. Emma felt like she did when Granny caught her making out with her first girlfriend in her bedroom. She shuddered as she remembered the talk the old woman had given her and Delilah that night.
"Okay, Ladies. I'm going to need names and ages, please," the sheriff asked politely. "Then I'm going to need an account of what happened." The man chuckled as he saw both women blanch, and decided to clarify, "I don't need specific details. I just need to know there was nothing illegal happening in this house."
Regina gave a grateful smile before answering the young man, "Regina Mills, 27."
Emma followed after her, "I'm Emma Swan, 23."
Regina's head snapped towards the blonde. She was what? Regina wanted to ask so many questions, like "Why are you only a freshman in college?" or "Why were you so quiet about your age all the time if you're 23?" but chose to hold them in. It would look strange to the policeman if she didn't know these things about her lover, right?
"Regina, are you alright?" Emma asked the woman, leaning closer and wrapping her arms around her.
"I'm...fine," the brunette answered, shaking her head to clear it of the myriad of thoughts she had.
"Are you sure?" Emma asked, obviously concerned. "Sheriff Graham tried to get your attention for a few minutes, but you were giving us nothing."
"I'm sorry. I was just…. lost in thought," the brunette apologized. "Look, sheriff," she turned her attention to the man sitting opposite her, "there's obviously nothing going on here, and my son will be home any minute. I really should start making his snack. Do you think we could hurry just a little?"
"Actually, ma'am, I'm basically done here. I just need your version of events and I'll be on my way," the sheriff replied politely.
"I'm sure whatever Emma said was true. We were in the bedroom. I'm positive you can fill in whatever blanks are left." Regina stood from her seat and led the group to the door. "Thank you for checking in on us, sheriff."
Graham gave the two women a nod and said, "Anytime, ladies," before making his way back down the front path and to his patrol car. He sat in confusion for a second, wondering how the brunette woman had gone from embarassed, but in control, to the strange demeanor she was sporting as she led him out of the house. He shrugged his shoulders. She must have wanted some more privacy.
Back in the house, Regina leaned against the door and sighed as Emma burst out in laughter.
"You're twenty-three?" She asked, a look of shock on her face.
Emma looked at the woman with worry etched in her features, "Yes…"
"Why have you always been so secretive about your age?"
The blonde thought back to their previous conversations on the topic. Regina had only asked once, and Emma had skirted the topic, but only in hopes of being mysterious.
"To be fair, you've only asked once," Emma defended weakly. When Regina said nothing, the blonde reached out to grab her hand and quietly questioned, "Do you have a problem with it?"
"Do I have a problem with it?" Regina repeated disbelievingly, snorting her amusement at the question. "Not at all, Emma." The brunette shook her head and sighed. "Do you understand how much harder I've made everything because I was worried about your age? When I thought I was falling for a woman who was barely eighteen and just starting college I tried to hold back."
"You thought I was eighteen?" the blonde asked. "I know I look young, but I was thinking twenty at the least."
"You're a freshman in college, Emma. How was I to know any better?" Regina questioned, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"I had to work a while before I could start at the university. I'm not made of money, y'know, and I really don't like the idea of debt piling up for the rest of my life," Emma explained. "Wait, wait, wait," the blonde said after a moment of thought. "You're telling me you never looked into my records?" Emma wondered out loud. Regina shook her head. "Why not? You had perfect access to them!"
"Like I said, I tried to stay away. Looking through your files wouldn't be keeping my distance now would it?" The professor asked, one eyebrow raised in contempt.
"Speaking of distance! I cannot believe your neighbors heard us!" Emma exclaimed, easily changing the subject. "There's like, a fortress of trees and plants between here and there!"
"My neighbors? Oh, mi amor," Regina chuckled, "they're your neighbors now, too."
"Oh, my gosh! That's right!" Emma smiled widely for a moment, then it diminished as she lost herself in thought. "I can't decide if I'm embarrassed or proud of us."
"Proud?" Regina asked, one eyebrow raised. "Why would you be proud?"
"Because I must be damn good in bed if they heard you screaming," Emma winked and stepped closer to her lover, wrapping her arms around the woman and kissing her neck.
"Emma Swan, I cannot-" Another knock on the door stopped Regina mid sentence. "What now?!" she shouted to the offending piece of wood. The brunette turned and locked eyes with the blonde standing next to her, "I swear, if these are our neighbors, Emma…"
"Regina Mills! Would you mind letting your mother and darling son into the house. We have our hands full, dear!" a voice shouted from the other side of the door.
"Yes, mother! One moment!" Regina practically ran to the door, quickly opening it, and ignoring Emma's giggling whisper of "Definitely not the neighbors, thank God."
Cora stepped in the house with Henry in one arm and a handful of bags in the other. Regina stopped in her tracks, taking in the sight before her.
"Mother, what is all of this?" she asked, panic etching her voice.
"I haven't bought anything for my grandson in a long time, sweetheart," the woman turned to Emma. "Do you mind going out to the car and grabbing what's left, dear? There's only a few bags in there."
The blonde headed towards the door, but was stopped by a Regina's voice.
"Emma Swan, do not leave this house," she warned, never taking her glare off her mother.
"Emma, please go get those bags," Cora requested again, retaining the eye contact with her daughter. "Now."
Regina tilted her head to the side a quirked a brow at her mother, throwing a sentence to Emma over her shoulder, "Miss Swan, if you plan on staying the rest of the night, you will not walk out that door."
Emma's face scrunched up. She didn't know what to do. The Mills women were scary when they got like this, and the blonde didn't really want to cross either one.
"I...uh.. think I'll go grab Henry and...uh… make him a snack!" The idea popped into the blonde's head, and she ran with it. Literally. Turning on her heel, she scampered from the room and grabbed the young boy around the waist. "Let's go get a snack, bud!" She yelled, slinging him over her shoulder and making her way to the kitchen, the boy giggling loudly the whole way there.
"You've got a loyal one, there Regina," Cora said with a smirk.
"And you've got some explaining to do, Mother," Regina replied. She waved her hands at the overfilled bags scattering her foyer floor. "What the hell is all of this?"
"Oh, Regina, it's fine, really," Cora defended. "I'm his grandmother. I'm allowed to spoil him."
"We don't have room for all of this, Mother."
"You live in a mansion, Regina," Cora persuaded.
"You're right. I live in a mansion. A mansion that you've already filled to the brim with toys for Henry." Regina sighed, "I really appreciate it, Mother, but they can't stay here. Take them home and put them in Henry's toy chest, or in his play room at your house. Do something with them, but please don't leave them here."
"Fine," Cora huffed. "I'll take whatever's in the car home. The rest stays here. It's sad, though…" the older brunette trailed off with her sentence, knowing her tone would drive her daughter insane.
"What's sad, mother?" Regina huffed out with annoyance.
"Oh, nothing," Cora let her faux innocence roll off of her in waves.
"Honestly, Mother? I'm not in the mood for games."
Regina followed her mother as the older woman walked to the door slowly, deliberately dragging out the process. Cora knew what made her daughter tick. She opened the door with one hand, and stepped out before turning back to her daughter.
"Please tell my grandson I say goodbye, for I may never get the chance to tell him myself," Cora put an arm to her forehead, and leaned back, portraying a damsel in distress.
"Seriously, Mother, we're breaking out the dramatics now?" Regina asked, struggling to fight the smile that was bursting onto her face. The two women made eye contact and burst out laughing.
"Honestly, darling, you started it," Cora shrugged and turned to make her way down the porch steps.
"How so?" Regina asked, following the woman. There was no way her mother was leaving without answers.
"You're acting all dramatic about not letting Henry keep his toys, but I don't see you and Emma offering to discard yours for extra space," Cora smirked, taking in her daughter's face. She not-so-discreetly enjoyed the view of a slack-jawed, red-faced Regina, and laughed very loudly at the moment she had created. "Don't think I don't know why I kept Henry all night. I'm old, my love, but not stupid."
"Mother!" Regina objected, too shocked to choke out any other words.
"Goodbye, dear," Cora called through the rolled down window of her Mercedes, "and don't forget to tell my grandson I love him!"