A/N: So remember that time that I was gone a long time, but said, "I'm Back!" and then was gone a long time again? Yeah, sorry about that. I'm a busy, busy bee, I tell ya! So, we don't find the answers to the bag in this chapter, but that's coming next time, and we get other good stuff, so who cares? Again, it's short, but it's existent, so enjoy!
"What do you keep in that thing?" the blonde asked as the couple boarded the otherwise empty elevator.
Once the metal doors slid closed, Regina wrapped herself around the blonde, and leaned in, nibbling on the woman's ear.
"Be a good girl, and you might just find out," she whispered, the rasp in her tone sending shivers up Emma's body.
Regina pulled back to look into the eyes of her lover and watched in interest as their green color darkened to an entirely different hue. She took in the expansion of pupils, the quickening of breath, the racing of Emma's pulse, and she smiled, knowing she had the blonde hooked.
Contrary to what her students observed, Regina was never really one who needed total dominance. In the classroom, it was her job to lead and control, but in the bedroom, it was her duty to pleasure and be pleasured. With Daniel, Regina never felt the need to be a dominant or a submissive, just to share love, and while she felt the same way with Emma, she also knew the blonde would be more open to what she had planned for the night.
For years, it had been an idle thought in the back of her mind, but tonight the brunette would finally act upon a desire she always told herself was too much for a woman like herself.
Regina continued to stare into the eyes that she was sure mirrored her own in lust, and her thoughts of Emma's reaction to the night's activities were confirmed when the blonde opened her mouth to speak.
"And what if I'm bad, Miss Mills?" Emma asked in a far-too-innocent tone. "Will you tie me up and teach me a real lesson?"
Regina leapt across the distance between her and the blonde, pushing the woman back into the elevator wall as she claimed her soft, pink lips. The brunette nipped at Emma's bottom lip as she pulled back from the woman.
"I guess you'll just have to find out," Regina husked out, and spun on her heel, just in time for the opening of the elevator doors. She stepped out onto their floor and turned back to the blonde, who still stood with her eyes closed, leaning against the wall of the elevator. "Are you coming Miss Swan? You'll never find out what's going to happen tonight if you don't come to the room." When no response was given, the brunette tried a different tactic, "You don't have to come, just know I will sometime tonight. With or without you."
Emma opened her eyes to be met with a brunette goddess standing before her, wearing the sexiest smirk she had ever seen.
"What room are we in?" the blonde asked in a hushed tone.
"1623, the presidential suite. Mother says it overlooks the water," Regina responded.
Emma nodded her head and surpassed her girlfriend in the hallway, reaching the door of their suite first. She leaned against the wall with a smirk, holding the bags and waiting patiently for the brunette to open the door.
Regina stepped through the opened door and walked across the room, enraptured by the beauty she saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the harbor. Emma set down the bags behind the brunette woman and stood watching, captured by an entirely different beauty. She took in the brunette's outfit, and though it was not for the first time that night, the blonde finally got to appreciate all the little details she was too lost to look for before. The subtle flip of brunette locks, the smokey eye that was completed to perfection, the heels that accentuated toned legs; she took it all in.
Regina felt eyes on her, but didn't hear the blonde move any closer than the entrance. She turned, connecting her chocolate eyes to emerald green ones across the room. She watched as the other set of eyes darkened, and the blonde shot herself across the room.
Their bodies met in the middle of room, crashing together, and their tongues battled while their lips molded together. Emma's arms enveloped the brunette's slim body and hoisted the woman into the air. When she felt tan legs open and wrap around her middle, the blonde spun and carried her lover towards the bedroom. She fumbled with the doorknob, but finally flung the door open, hearing it crash against the wall next to the couple. When her legs hit the bed, Emma laid down the woman in her arms, finally breaking the heated kiss the two were sharing.
"Emma," Regina gasped out as the blonde flipped her onto her back and unzipped her dress, kissing her way down the newly exposed skin.
"Up," the blonde whispered back, lightly gripping the brunette's sides, and helping her to her feet. They stood next to the bed as Emma divested the tanned beauty of her clothing and gently laid her back down before removing her own suit.
The blonde lowered herself onto the tan body beneath hers, feelings soft skin brush against her. She smiled at the woman in the bed with her, and melted when she saw pearly white teeth mirror her expression. They might have slowed since entering the room, but their passion still burned in every cell.
"I still can't believe it," the blonde said in a whisper, leaning down and capturing Regina's lips with her own.
When they broke apart, Regina just looked up at her with confusion. "You can't believe what, mi amor?"
"That," Emma responded in reverie. "I can't believe you love me, and I love you, and we're here and we're together."
"Believe it," Regina whispered, leaning up to capture kiss-swollen lips. "Because it's all true, Emma Swan. I love you. You're it for me."
The smile that lit up both womens' faces would have been enough to light up all of Boston during a power outage.
"I love you so much," Emma said, sounding amazed. She loved the woman in her arms, and she was determined to show it.
"I love you-" Regina's sentence was cut off by a moan when the blonde above her leaned in to suck on her pulse point. Teeth nibbled the brunette's neck and collarbone, and nails raked up and down her sides. In any other situation, the professor would be embarrassed to be turned to such a quivering, panting mess so soon, but with Emma, it felt right. Her tan body spasmed as the blonde wrapped her lips around a perk nipple, and all thoughts were left in the past as her mind focused on the new sensations coursing through her body.
"Oh, God, Emma," she panted, unable to help herself. The blonde was kissing down her abdomen, and she knew what was to come out of this setup. You, her mind joked sassily. You are going to be what cums in this situation, hopefully.
The blonde kissed her way lower and lower, loving the feel of quaking muscles beneath her lips. She wanted so desperately to tease the woman below her, to skip the spot she was wanted most and to move on to worshipping the legs of the brunette, or to better yet, make her way back up to plump, panting lips. Alas, Emma was trying to prove her love, not her cheekiness.
The blonde kissed down the little strip of curls that led to the heady wetness she was longing to taste. She slid her tongue across the outer edge of Regina's folds and felt the woman's body jerk below her. It wouldn't take much to make her lose control, but it didn't mean the blonde would hold back on the way.
Emma parted the folds in front of her with her fingers, and looked at her treasure. She leaned in and swiped her tongue up the length of the slit, finishing by swirling it in tight circles around Regina's clit. She heard a deep, loud moan, and felt fingers tangle in her hair.
"More, Emma," the other woman begged between moans. "Inside."
"Your wish is my command, professor," the blonde retorted, once again swiping her tongue through wet folds. She dipped her tongue into the brunette's heat, and moaned at the taste. It was glorious, but when she heard a moan of deeper, she pulled back out and glided two fingers into place.
A slow, deep pace was set, and Emma sighed against Regina's clit, loving the taste and sounds the other woman offered. One of Regina's hands left Emma's hair to entwine with a free, pale hand, but the other threaded deeper into blonde locks when Emma's pace went from long and slow to short and hard.
The blonde pumped in and out of the brunette, and continued swirling her tongue around the little bundle of nerves, switching her patterns as she went. She felt Regina tense with each pump of her fingers inside the brunette, and continued to pump when the brunette bucked and spasmed through her orgasm and was quickly brought to another.
Regina laid in the giant, plush bed, breathing harder than she thought humanly possible. Her eyes were slammed shut in pleasure, even after Emma had rolled off of her and cradled her in her arms from beside the professor.
When she finally caught her breath, Regina opened her eyes and looked over at the blonde. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," the brunette joked, "I love you too."