"Oh, shit," Emma said as she glanced at the clock. It's almost six! I've gotta be at the movie theatre at seven fifteen. And now I need to shower!"
"Why do you need to shower?" Regina giggled, tracing her finger down Emma's neck and between her breast, feeling the sweat there.
"Because you just fucked me senseless!" the blonde shouted. "Why do you think?!"
"I'm just teasing, Em!" the therapist laughed, rolling off the girl and onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. "Go get the in the shower. When you're ready, I'll bring you over, yeah?"
With a sigh, Emma slipped out of the bed and said, "Thank you. I'll be out in a minute."
Though Regina had more than had her fill of sexual escapades for the afternoon, the thought of Emma naked, in the shower, with steaming hot water pouring over her, made the heat in her blood intensify. Lying back against the pillows with her eyes shut, the brunette sighed and tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. Then, suddenly, she realized... she was sweaty too, which meant that she also would need a shower before she would be fit to be seen in public. (Not to mention the sex hair.) This, of course, was the perfect excuse to slip into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind her.
Hoping that her next move would surprise but not startle the girl, Regina pulled back the shower curtain just enough to step inside. Emma did jump, though, just slightly, when she felt the woman's hands on her back.
"Can I help?" Regina asked softly, her voice smooth and seductive.
"Oh, no you don't," the blonde scolded her. "We do not have time for this. I have to-"
But Regina had turned her around and connected their mouths until their tongues were moving hungrily together. Though her head was telling her to pull away, Emma's hormones were having a severe disagreement, and they were the ones that won out against logic. As soon as she felt the shock of arousal pulse between her legs, the blonde turned and pressed herself against the wall, bracing herself with one hand and using the other to reach back and pull her lover closer.
The woman was receptive to the invitation and was capable of taking an obvious hint (especially when it was overtly sexual).
"I can't believe you're already ready to go again," Regina husked in Emma's ear as she slid her fingers between Emma's legs and began to rub the girl's clit.
"Fuck, Regina," the blonde moaned. "Just shut the fuck up."
Of course, the brunette had to choke back the laughter at this, knowing that the outburst meant that she'd won, and that Emma had found herself unable to resist the temptation. This only served to further arouse her as she pushed her fingertips between her lover's folds and buried them in Emma's heat.
"Fuck!" Emma cried out. "Jesus Christ."
"God's not here right now, thankfully. Would you like to leave a message?" Regina replied, this time allowing herself to let out a light, bright laugh, without stopping her movements as she pressed herself against the girl's wet back.
"Shut up, Regina!" Emma screamed, slamming her fist against the wall of the shower. "And fucking do it harder. This needs to be-" She was cut off by the bolt of sensation as Regina swiftly removed her fingers and thrust them back in, the movement hard and strong, but she gasped and completed the thought with, "-quick. Fuck!"
Which was all it took to finish the blonde off, and the feeling of Emma's walls contracting stoked the fire between Regina's own legs. As soon as the girl turned around, the brunette grabbed the blonde's hand and guided it to her own clit, where she pushed her lover's palm against it. Given that Emma also knew how to take a hint (especially when it was overtly sexual), she caught on quickly and rubbed her palm against the woman's clit and slid the tips of her fingers back and forth between her soaking folds.
"Emma, please," Regina whimpered, nearly stumbling into her as she pressed their bodies closer together until their breasts were touching.
The brunette's arm went around Emma's back to grope her ass, which served to bring a sly smile to the girl's lips.
"Can't get enough, can you?" the girl teased. "I figured you'd join me. I just didn't know how long you'd last out there all by yourself."
"Not... Ah! Fuck!" she cried out, as Emma pushed her fingers inside. "Not very-" Regina paused to let out a low, satisfied moan "-very long."
"Mhmm. That's right. And don't think I'll forget that the next time you desperately want to get fucked."
Regina, too distracted by the waves of pleasure to respond or even process the statement, squeezed the girl's ass again, this time digging her nails into the skin there. Emma let out a little cry of surprise, but didn't protest in the least. Instead, she pressed her palm harder against the woman's clit and kept moving her fingers until her lover came for her. Without missing a beat or giving the brunette a moment to cool down, she grabbed the soap and immediately rubbed Regina's body with it, only pausing when she reached the woman's nipples. There, she pinched lightly, earning a gasp from her panting lover, then pushed the woman under the shower head with a sly grin.
Figuring that Regina could rinse herself, she then started scrubbing her own body with the soap, leaving her lover slightly aghast at how quickly their encounter had ended.
"What?" Emma finally snapped. "I was serious! I'm not gonna fucking be late. I let you come, now let's fucking go already! Jesus, slowpoke! If I waited for you, we'd be here all night!"
With that, the blonde slapped the woman's ass, and then, seeing that the woman was completely clean and rinsed, gently pushed her out of the shower, giving herself more space to finish her own bathing ritual.
When Regina just stood there gaping at her, she shouted, "Shoo!" and tried not to laugh as her lover quickly grabbed a towel and hurried out of the bathroom.
By the time they had both showered and dressed, they had exactly enough time to reach the movie theatre by seven fifteen, as the girl had agreed on with her friend. When Regina pulled up by the curb in front of the building and leaned in to kiss her, Emma stopped her with a hand pressed against her chest.
Having seen Belle waiting on the sidewalk, she said, "Not here, okay? I don't want to rub it in her face."
"What? Seriously? You want to just pretend that-"
"Look, I don't have time for this, alright? I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait, what? I thought you were coming over after."
"No. Foster mom is picking me up and bringing us home."
"Oh. Alright, well... Okay, I guess."
"Oh, come on, Regina! Don't sound so fucking sad about it. I'm with you all the time."
"You're at school all the time, Emma. Not with me."
"You're really going to do this now?" the blonde snapped, getting out of the car, then turning back to look at her lover. "I'll see you tomorrow."
With a sigh, Regina nodded her head and said, "I love you, Emma. Have a good night."
What she wanted to say was, 'Please call me when you get home,' but she refrained, not wanting to sound in the least bit pathetic or weak, given her lover's current attitude and previous comments.
The blonde just nodded her head and turned to join her friend on the sidewalk.