Regina Mills
Three months since Emma came crashing back into our lives. She has kept her word, only asking to visit with Henry once a week for a trip to our favorite ice cream shop. Yet, I find myself inviting the other woman to the park or sometimes the movies without a second thought.
I know I have to end things with Robin because my heart isn't dedicated to our relationship anymore. I actually don't know if I ever really loved the man. I cared for him, there's no denying that, but love? As my mind wanders back to memories of my relationship with him, I see a friendship. Robin is very attractive, attentive and sweet but I just don't feel the same type of affection for him as I do with Emma.
My son invited Emma over to watch a movie tonight. Of course, the young boy sees this evening as an innocent, fun activity but I'm terrified. Robin is working late this evening and his son is with his ex-wife. So, it's just going to be us three and I'm not sure how to handle this situation.
We've been friendly on our outings, honestly, we have easily fallen right back into our friendship, just without the sex portion.
"What movie are you going to pick?" Emma asks Henry as he scans his collection of movies.
Mother and son were both kneeling on the floor admiring at all the labels perfectly lined up below the television. Whenever those two were next to each other, I carefully inspect every inch of their faces. Henry resembles his birth mother so much, it's almost uncanny. He has her thin, pale lips. A light dust of freckles splayed across his nose, most people don't even recognize that Emma possesses the same feature. Not to mention, the green eyes with warm golden specks contrasting beautifully against one another.
"Lion King. Wait no, Aladdin. Hmm. Toy Story!" Henry shouts as he tries to decide.
"Snow White?" Emma suggests triggering a disgusted look by my son.
"Too girly! Besides my mom loves the villain. She says they're people who've had their heart broken too many times, they are just misunderstood."
My cheeks burn crimson at my son's declaration. Emma peeks over into my direction with a sly smirk dancing across her lips.
"Lilo and Stitch!" Henry finally chooses as he pulls the movie from the shelf and rushes over to me, so I can pop it in the DVD player.
Henry insists laying on the loveseat by himself, stating that he's a big boy now and needs his own space. His tiny little body crawls up onto the couch and instantly curls into the fetal position. I sweep his hair off to one side while I cover him up with his favorite blanket and stuffed monkey.
Emma graciously stays attached to the armrest on the couch. My body is twitching with nerves as I sit down on the other end of the couch. The entire middle cushion along with half a cushion from each of our sides is keeping us a safe distance apart.
My eyes are straining onto the screen in front of me. Colorful cartoons dance around the television along with my son's adorable giggles, but nothing is registering in my mind. I can practically feel the heat radiating off the woman that is almost an entire couch away from me.
"I'm cold," Emma whines.
My face contort into the most dumbfounded expression I think I have ever displayed. There's no way she's cold. I flash her a stern look before reaching behind me and tossing her a fleece throw blanket from the back of the couch.
Her long-toned legs stretch across the couch, her feet resting casually in front of my lap. Then she proceeds to cover her legs with the blanket, as well as mine. My eyes flick toward her face to discover her infamous goofy grin plastered across her face.
"Now my legs are squished," I state coldly.
"Well here," Emma reaches forward and yanks on my feet, encouraging my legs to stretch across the couch.
She covers my legs once more and securely holds my feet in her lap. My heart is thumping in my ears from the way she is clenching my feet. She slowly begins to rub the bottoms of my feet beneath the blanket. My breath catches in my throat and that's when I realize I forgot how to breathe.
I really should stop her, but wearing heels all day...
Her strong fingers gently knead the sore spots in the arch of my foot. My body is slowly melting into the couch from her magical fingers. I try to fight against the calming sensation but then my eyes are drifting closed.
I can feel Emma shifting at the other end of the couch. Her foot slipping between my legs provoking my eyes to pop open. The blonde is leaning over the couch, examining Henry on the other sofa.
"He's asleep," she giggles to herself.
"Yes. That boy can never finish a movie."
She smiles softly, a peaceful contentment gracing her face while she focuses back to the television.
I think I felt her foot slide closer, but I can't tell.
"Ohana, means family. Nobody gets left behind, I learned that the hard way," Emma mumbles most to herself.
I am so caught off guard by her brief confession that my mind doesn't register her foot sliding in closer. Then, Emma's heel is there and slowly adding pressure to my center. I twist my lips and glance at the flirtatious blonde. Her eyes are locked onto the screen in front of her, ignoring my glare. She presses her foot a little further and slides her heel up and then down very slowly.
A delicious wave of heat ripples through my blood inspiring my heart to take off running. A gratifying electrical spark of arousal bursts through my center. My breath catches in my throat and I almost yelp in response.
"Emma you do realize your foot-"
"Sshhh, I'm studying..." she winks playfully.
I swallow thickly as one of our most embarrassing intimate moments comes flooding back to me. Enough time has passed where I can now laugh at the awkward situation when Ruby walked in on us in the kitchen. I try my hardest to suppress my laughter.
"Studying what?" I breathe out while her heel adds more pressure to my aching core.
"How long it will take you to make that sexy little humming noise you always make when you're turned on."
She didn't bother looking at me when she answered my question. Her eyes stayed focused on the television while her fingers continued to massage my feet and her foot was doing its own type of massaging.
"Emma, you know I'm with Robin," I demand but even I could hear my voice waver.
She adds a little more pressure hitting my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. I bite my lip not wanting to give in to her. I watch the blonde smile in victory because she knows my body too well. She knows I'm fighting with my instincts.
"Emma, remove your foot," I command.
"If you really want it gone, you remove it."
The infuriatingly flirtatious woman still wasn't looking at me and that itself was turning me on even further. She is making me crave her attention.
Dammit, I don't think I can move her foot.
Something must have registered in her mind because her foot was slowly sliding away from my heated center. I almost whimpered from the loss of contact. I wanted her foot back.
Emma stands abruptly from the couch and walks over to Henry. She bends down slightly and scoops my son into her arms. Henry nuzzles into her chest as she places a loving kiss to his forehead. She begins walking away so I quickly stand up to follow her.
The blonde carries him to his room and lays my baby on his bed. She carefully pulls the blankets over his body to tuck him in. I watch my two favorite people with so much love. Right now, even though this may not be real, we are the family I had always hoped for.
My heart is exploding with so much love for both of them. I watch from the doorway as Emma runs her fingers through his thick, brown locks. Too many distant memories of Emma rocking Henry to sleep as an infant, in this very room, cloud my mind. She kisses his cheek one last time before making her way toward me. Her fingers curl around the doorknob as she gently closes the door, leaving it cracked for some light to seep through.
That's when I pounce, all my morals and inhibitions running out the door, leaving me nothing more than raging hormones. My hands latch onto her firm arms, slamming her shoulders against the wall. I press my body flush against hers. Our eyes are locked, our breathing is growing erratic and I am internally struggling with what I should or shouldn't do.
I just can't resist her any longer. God, I want her! I attack her lips with a rough, sloppy kiss. She reacts immediately. A sweet sound of her sexy whimper vibrates against my lips while her hands slide to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer.
With determination, Emma flips us, causing a heavy thud as my back hits the wall. Her hands snake their way below my ass, her short nails digging deliciously into my bottom for a rough squeeze before she lifts me up. I wrap my legs loosely around her waist while her body is pressing firmly against mine, holding me securely against the wall.
Her mouth dips down for the most sensitive spot on my neck, that she is all too familiar with. My head falls back as she sucks the flesh between her teeth. I whimper from the eminence pleasure vibrating through to my core. I run my fingers through the long blonde tresses that I've missed so much. Her teeth are still sinking into my flesh and I know tomorrow I will regret that mark, but I don't have the willpower in me to stop her. No, I almost want her to mark me. I want to be hers once more.
Finally, she releases my skin with a pop. I yank on her hair, hard, forcing her to look into my eyes. I connect our lips once again feverishly before she takes a step back from the wall inspiring my legs to tighten around her tiny waist.
The love of my life carries me to the room we once shared and lays me down across the bed slowly, never once breaking our passionate kiss. Long limbs slither their way up my body as our lips drag effortlessly across one another's, pouring all our pent-up aggression into that one moment.
Emma pulls away slowly but is still close enough for our noses to touch. She runs her fingers through my hair, staring deep into my eyes.
"I missed you so much," she declares but her voice cracks expressing how much she truly means those words.
I watch intently while her eyes fill up with tears. I hear her loud gulp as she tries to fight them from spilling over the edge. I'm overflowing with emotions and trying to think clearly isn't an option right now.
"I missed you too," I vow through a husky moan.
I lean forward to capture her lips once again.
This time we move slowly, savoring how one another tastes, how our tongues sweep softly against one another. I miss the way her soft lips felt against mine. Kissing this woman always did more to me than I could ever explain and right now my body feels like its on fire.
I can't believe she's back.
I reach up to slide my hands beneath her shirt, but my hands are trembling with anticipation. Emma sits up abruptly, breaking through our intimate bubble and leaving me absolutely confused. I slide up underneath her petite body, but Emma stays seated upon my lap. She doesn't utter a word, she just stares quietly into my eyes.
"What's wrong Emma?"
"I need you to know, I am so in love with you. I have been for six years. Even when I was interrupted, I still could have told you and I didn't," she cups my jawline and gently caresses her thumbs along my heated cheeks. "I love you so much. I will never leave you again. I was an idiot, for not making you mine all those years ago and I can't waste another opportunity. You need to know I love you."
My bottom lip begins to quiver, my eyes are burning as the tears form and I swallow down the lump in the back of my throat. A cold shiver travels down my arms prompting my body to shudder violently.
"I love you too Emma. I always have and always will," I croak out.
Emma pulls my face to hers and kisses me with every ounce of love she has. I shudder as the kiss deepens. I have never once felt some much love and compassion from another person before.
Emma pulls back slowly, holding my gaze. Her fingers finding the bottom of my shirt. Her movement is painfully slow as she pulls the material up and over my head. My hair swaying as the shirt comes off and Emma tosses it aside.
"God you're beautiful," she smiles, biting her bottom lip shyly.
For some strange reason I feel extremely shy as well, as if this is our first time being together, causing me to cast my eyes down. The blonde ducks her head to connect our eyes once more before she kisses my lips again, explaining that she is right here with me.
Her fingers run lightly up and down my back in the most tantalizing touch. My hot flesh breaks out with goosebumps, forming a smile on my lover's face. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.
I slide my fingers through her hair. I need a fistful of those golden strands wrapping around my fingers. The way she moans in response sends a rush of need straight to my center.
Emma unclasps my bra, hastily tossing it across the room. She breaks our kiss but only for a moment, so she can strip away her own shirt and bra. I watch her every move, smirking at how sexy she looks as her arms flex from her task. I use both hands to grip her biceps, running my hands up and down, feeling every indent and toned muscle her body has to offer.
The gorgeous woman before me slips into my lap as we connect our lips once more before I feel her fingers sliding into my pants. I gasp as her fingertips tease my throbbing nub, she is dancing around the sensitive area, never actually touching it. I pull away from her wet lips and immediately find my way to her left breast. I suck her perky nipple into mouth. I use the tip of my tongue to swirl around the erect bud before I bite down. Emma hisses in response as her head falls back, exposing her long neck in the most erotic way.
I hold her tightly around the waist with one hand. With my free hand, I push her soft shorts to one side, along with her underwear. My fingers relish in the heat emitting from my lover's center, along with her wet arousal. I skim the outside of her smooth folds in an attempt to tease her just like she's doing to me. Her hand stills in my pants, silently informing me that she is loosing her train of thought.
I shift, tucking my legs beneath me, still holding Emma firmly in my lap. I guide my former lover to slowly lay down. Her legs wrapping around my waist, her back is laying against my thighs while her shoulders and head are resting on the bed below us. I pull her shorts off, staring into her green eyes that dance with excitement, hoping I can convey my love with this one look. I band down placing a single kiss to her smooth mound.
"Looks like you planned for this to happen," I note, watching as her chest breaks out into a deep red blush that slowly travels up her neck and flushes her entire face.
I know this woman, better than I have ever known another human in my life. There's no possible way that she was this smooth and bare unless she had planned to seduce me tonight.
"You could never be too prepared for a moment like this," she pants with an adorable smile gracing her face.
"You little devil," I smirk as I rub the inside of her thighs. "How long have you been planning this?" My fingers skim across her pale thighs until I reach her dripping wet entrance. Emma shakes her head vigorously as her eyelids flutter closed.
"I... didn't plan...this," She stammers as her eyes pop open, so she could meet my gaze. I know she is trying to articulate the truth behind her words but is losing her concentration because I am lightly grazing her entrance, spreading her essence at a snail like pace.
"I love how wet you are." The words fall from lips, completely taking myself by surprise.
"Only for you Regina," she breathes, those green eyes disappearing behind her heavy eyelids. I run my index finger up and down her entrance a few times to build her desperation. I slip one finger inside her clenched walls.
"You're so tight."
"I told you, I haven't slept with anyone since you. Five years is a long time. So, I need you to stop teasing!"
A carefree laugh rips from lips from her playful scolding. She looks absolutely adorable with her eyebrows pinched together, begging me to stop teasing her aching center.
"Yes, Miss Swan!" I agree obediently.
Another finger presses its way in slowly to meet its partner in crime. I watch with a permanent smile gracing my face as her body stiffens while I stretch her silky walls.
I'm gentle at first, allowing her time to adjust to the intrusion. My fingers begin thrusting a little harder into her wet center. I press my thumb down onto her awaiting bud causing the blonde to thrust her hips forward. My free hand skates up her tight abdomen toward the middle of her glistening valley between her breasts. I palm her right breast that is heavy with need. I possessively squeeze the mound that used to be mine and watch intently as Emma starts to come undone.
Her naked form is on full display for my greedy eyes. I can see every movement her sexy body makes as she squirms under my touch. My hips begin grinding underneath her bottom subconsciously. Her moans are a strangled high-pitched sound that I have never heard her produce before. I slow down my tempo and lean forward, hovering over her slick flesh.
"You're going to have to be quiet, we don't want to wake our son," I whisper and freeze momentarily.
Did I just say our son?
Emma nods vigorously as her hips gyrate frantically into my fingers, eager for more. I resume my previous pace despite my insecurities about calling Henry our son.
My fingers are sliding in and out with ease as I ram into her warm mound. Emma is struggling to hold back her cries of pleasure and control her body. Her hands are flailing around trying to grip anything she can come in contact with.
"Regina...this angle...I, I can't," she is completely out of breath and her voice is hoarse. "It feels too good, I'm gonna-" I lean forward and with my free hand, I cover her mouth.
I strive to push deeper and faster working feverishly for her orgasm. I know I am hitting her sweet spot inside when she rasps out a yelp. Her cheeks are painted a bright red, her skin is shining with sweat, her breasts are bouncing up and down as I ram into her center and I have never seen anything so erotic in my whole life.
"I'm gonna," is muffled from my hand against her mouth.
Warm lips part again allowing her teeth to sink into my palm as her body begins to shake. Her thighs clench like a vise around my hips. I watch as the woman I love, falls apart beneath me from my touch.
She reaches out and grips my arms, pulling me down on top of her with force. Her mouth is desperate for my kiss as she slams her lips against mine.
"I never want to let you go," she gasps.
Once her breathing returns to normal she flips us over and devours my wet center. She's aggressive and desperate, something I never really experienced before, even with her. It didn't take long before she had me screaming her name.
Our legs are weaved together so tight, it is nearly impossible to tell whose legs are whose. Our arms are draped possessively across our midsections as we both draw loving circles against one another's backs. The tip of my nose is brushing against hers as we gasp for air, exchanging warm breaths between us.
"What are you going to do about Robin?"
Her voice is barely audible, if I wasn't staring directly into her eyes and breathing in her air, I would have missed the question. A type of question I knew was coming but was secretly hoping I had more time.
"I don't know. I mean, no...I know I have to break it off with him. I just don't know how. Especially with Henry and Roland involved. This is exactly why I didn't want to bring Henry around Robin right away."
Soft lips brush against mine delicately while she whispers, "It will all work out in the end. It always does, right?"