Double Trouble 32

A/N: I know I said I was going to try to finish the story before S3 starts but that is definitely not going to happen. There will be probably be at least 15 more chapters. As for the cliffhanger from last chapter, whatever Henry wished for is still unknown. Someone pointed out that in an earlier chapter it was said that no-one of the Mills family could be granted a wish anymore, which is true so maybe Henry's wish didn't work? Or maybe he found another way... This will be addressed in Chapter 33.

I'm kinda nervous about posting this chapter because I haven't written a scene quite like this before. Be gentle :). This chapter is rated Em for Mature.

Chapter 32 'Caught on fire'

Emma's mind was torturing her with possibilities the whole drive home to Mifflin St and Regina's silence was doing nothing to set her at ease. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to focus on the road and not the woman in the passenger seat next to her.

Were they going to have sex tonight or not?

They hadn't been together very long. They hadn't even been on a date. They'd been sleeping in the same bed and fooling around and stealing kisses whenever they could, in fact it was driving Emma crazy to be so tantalisingly close to the attractive brunette without reprieve…

Every night was a test of her self-control. The way Regina would press herself against her when they were in bed was hardly subtle and it took every bit of resolve she had to not flip them over and immediately heat things up.

Regina had made herself clear on the subject, indicating her impatience with their lack of progress. The Mayor was certainly used to demanding what she wanted and then getting it, with the notable exception of Emma Swan, who never did a damn thing she asked without arguing and constantly sought ways to get around her. Every fight they'd ever had had been a passionate battle of wills, with neither of them willing to back down or relinquish control.

Were they close to screwing this up already? Their complicated relationship had had a severely rocky start... but they had more in common than they'd admit to themselves or each other, and if they loved with the same effort that they waged war on each other it was sure to be intense.

Once they arrived, Regina got out of the car wordlessly and opened the front door to let her in. Instantly the memory of the time they'd kissed and stood in the foyer screaming at each other to Emma's mind.

Regina shucked her blazer, revealing her dress and the lengths of her bare arms, and placed it on the sidetable with her purse and keys. Emma immediately began to picture her in even less clothing, mentally removing her remaining garments one by one.

"Regina? Ah crap-" Emma cursed, bending over to snatch the car keys she'd dropped. "So uh. Bed? I mean, unless you're tired or you were just um, talking shit to annoy my parents."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "Bed?"

"Yeah - if you want to, that is. Or we can just... sleep." She shrugged lamely.

"Are you nervous, Emma?" Regina murmured, stepping in closer to fiddle with the hem of the shirt peeking out underneath the leather jacket.

"No."

They both knew the answer was pathetically quick and entirely unconvincing.

"Ok fine, yes! Because it's us and you're you and this place looks like it could have a sex dungeon."

Regina moved closer so that when Emma instinctively stepped back, her shoulders and heels of her boots bumped against the front door, effectively trapping her between the hard surface and the heat of a slender form. The car keys fell to the floor again with a scattery clink.

"Sorry to disappoint you, dear, but the dungeon is in my other castle. Very unpleasant. Unless... you are fond of deep dark places?" Regina drew out the last words one a time slowly in her lowest voice.

Emma fought a groan, feeling a thigh pressing firmly between her legs and making the seam of her jeans even tighter against her. Her heart started pounding in her chest and she snaked her hands around the other woman's back to pull her closer.

"This isn't bed," said Emma in a strained voice. "This is door. First time, remember?"

Regina tilted her head with a teasing smile. When Emma rose to meet her lips, expecting to finally make contact, at the last second the Regina 'missed' and pressed the kiss to the pale curve of her neck instead.

"I'll have you wherever I want you, Emma," she whispered.

The gentle gentle kisses on her neck were maddeningly slow and she shivered, wishing Regina would both keep doing it forever and move to kiss her on her mouth instead. She wanted to feel her everywhere but was dying for her to just kiss her first since they'd been caught earlier.

Regina dragged the zipper of Emma's leather jacket open and pushed the garment off her shoulders, exposing the huge white block letters of the offensive slogan on the dark t-shirt underneath. Recognising it immediately, Regina raised her gaze questioningly. Fuck the police...?

Emma grinned. "Ran out of clothes. Borrowed it from Em."

"Were you hoping I'd take it as a suggestion? Or an order."

"You do like to have your hands in everything I hear," Emma quipped.

"Is that what you want? My hands on you. In you?"

The slight rip of the zipping down of skinny jeans interrupted, sounding louder in the echo-y foyer that was silent except for the sound of them breathing hard. Regina slipped her hands inside the waistband and grasped firmly at Emma's hips with splayed fingers.

"These jeans are so tight, Emma. I do enjoy you in them but they'll have to come off."

Regina dragged her hands up the pale expanse of torso and raised the shirt, swiftly pulling it over Emma's head. Long blonde hair fell down into place, tickling her now-exposed back.

A hand reached for her bra strap and, knowing exactly what the other woman was after, Emma diverted the hand away and laced their fingers to prevent her finding out that particular secret just yet. But Regina wasn't easily waylaid and managed to yank her hand free to work at Emma's jeans instead, determined to remove more of her clothes.

"I want these off," ordered Regina.

"No."

Emma grabbed both wrists firmly, and it was obviously not part of Regina's seduction plan because she started struggling against the constriction, trying to pull her wrists free.

"Emma," came Regina's warning growl.

"Nuh uh. You're not getting everything you want. My turn."

In a second, Emma switched their positions so that Regina's back was flush against the door. She placed one hand under a smooth nylon-clad thigh to wrap the leg around her. Using the advantage of her strength she raised her slightly off the ground, pinning her there with her hip to reduce any leverage the stubborn woman might seek.

"Let me down," Regina demanded, glaring at her heatedly.

She was putting on a good act of defiance but Emma suspected that Regina had become far more aroused than she'd bargained for. The shoe of her raised foot fell to the floor with a thud, so that she could use her heel to dig into the back of Emma's thighs to create more friction between them. Her hands gripped at bare shoulders as though making sure that Emma had a secure enough hold on her.

"You don't have to control everything, Regina," said Emma, squeezing her thigh to change the angle where they met. "You could've pushed me away if you wanted to."

"I still could."

Emma laughed. "No, I think you're right where you want to be."

Emma started to grind their hips together in slow upward movements, and unknowingly to her the hard seam of her jeans was hitting the mark. When Regina's lips parted in a gasp, she lowered her mouth and kissed her firmly, immediately pressing for entry with her tongue to deepen the kiss further. She grabbed Regina's hand with her free one, intertwining their fingers, and pressed it hard against the wood above her head.

With a single thrust Emma hiked her up a little higher. The whimper could've come from either one of them, but just the thought of reducing Regina Mills to such an aroused state heightened Emma's own desire even further. A hand moved up to tangle tightly in her hair.

"R'gina," she broke the kiss, panting. "You ready for bed?"

"I'm not certain I agreed to that location."

"You're the one who's thought so much about this remember."

"Like you haven't imagined it."

"Yeah," Emma breathed. "Every single one of your boring-ass meetings I was picturing this. You?"

"You under me on your desk." Regina spoke quickly, trying to catch her breath in each pause. "Under my desk. On my desk. In my lap. In my bed..."

"Oh hell yes, all of those." Emma groaned and sucked at her lower lip again. "So demanding aren't you. Hot."

Emma's arms were starting to tire, so she let Regina slide down her front setting her on the ground again.

Regina gave her a victorious grin and smoothed her wonderfully messed up hair. "I'm going to change. Meet me upstairs in five minutes."

It'd been less than two minutes before Emma snuck upstairs after her in nothing but her underwear. The second Regina came out of the her walk-in wardrobe dressed in a silk slip she was greeted with a kiss, one hand threading through her hair, and the other on her ass.

"Emma!" she gasped. "In what world was that five min-" she was cut off with another kiss.

"Ooh! This is very nice," Emma ran a hand over the silk down to where the hem skimmed a tanned thigh. "But it's gonna be on the floor in about three seconds."

"And where did you leave your jeans? On the stairs for us to trip over and kill ourselves I assume."

"You're killing me making me wait," said Emma impatiently.

She walked Regina backwards towards the bed that was already turned down and shoved the slight woman backwards onto the mattress. Regina tried to sit up again but Emma crawled over and pushed her back down with a hand on her breastbone.

Regina rolled her eyes. "If you think I'm going to just lie here and let you-"

"Oh you will," promised Emma. "Trust me. Let me do this for you."

Keeping her eyes up and locked onto the dark smouldering gaze, Emma raised the silk hem up over Regina's head. She leaned in to kiss her mouth and then took her time kissing her way down from her collarbones. She drew the tip of one breast between her lips to massage it gently and grazed the other with her palm until it hardened. Emma flipped her long hair over her shoulder so that it would tickle Regina's torso as she moved down and traveled her kisses below the navel. Apparently guessing what she was intending, Regina raised her hips off the bed so that she could hook her fingers in and remove the matching silk underwear.

Emma pressed a kiss to the sensitive inner thigh she parted. "You ok with this? Scream if you don't want me to stop."

"You're rather confident in your abilities," said Regina, trying for a casual tone but the tightness in her voice betrayed her apprehension.

"You have no idea," Emma murmured, then lowered to kiss her frustratingly close before floating away. She brushed her lips and ran her tongue over her gently, making her anticipate what was coming next. She had a feeling Regina hadn't let anyone do this for her before and Emma hoped she could make an excellent first impression.

"Like this so far?"

Regina sighed and closed her eyes. "It feels-"

Please say good, Emma begged in her mind.

She wasn't sure what Regina murmured in response, she thought it was something like right or nice. She dipped her tongue inside, just enough to be teasing the hell of her judging by her reaction as she strained closer for more. Regina gasped aloud when Emma finally moved her tongue around her clit. Her breathing became noticeably more laboured. The constant heat and rhythm was working her up to full arousal.

Minutes later she had the other woman completely in her thrall with every move of her mouth and tongue. God it was so utterly amazing what she was doing to her, leaving her squirming under her. The vocal reaction she was getting out of the normally inscrutable woman was hot as hell and every moan caused a new thrill of excitement for her as well.

For so long, Emma had been attracted to the mother of her son, the unyielding difficult woman who never let her get close to her, who had denied feeling anything for her in return even after they'd twice had a peak of shared arousal last year. The same woman she'd seen almost every day for months, hardly able to stop her thoughts automatically running through all the pleasurable things she wanted to do to her and share with her. She'd been convinced those fantasies would remain just that.

Now she had her head between Regina's thighs, where she was so wet Emma couldn't believe it. This was what she'd brought her to feel. And judging by the way her hips were raising off the bed, searching for harder pressure, Emma was sure she was bringing her fairly close. It felt wonderful to be finally doing this with Regina and to show her this pleasure.

"Not yet," Emma said softly. She curled one arm around a thigh and placed her other hand on Regina's hip to hold her down, preventing her from moving up again and releasing the tension that was building.

Regina grabbed a fistful of the pillow underneath her head and complained indignantly. "Emma!"

But Emma was not going to let her have what she wanted so soon, intending to keep her not-so-comfortably frustrated at the top for a while longer, drawing it out as long as possible.

She flicked once quickly with her tongue and Regina shuddered so hard against her that it was lucky she was mostly still holding her down.

"Too much?"

Regina hissed. "Yes, I want more. Don't stop."

Emma knew Regina was getting close now, tension tightening unbearably within her. She kept saying "Emma" over and over like she was begging her, probably unaware that she was even speaking. God that was hot, she thought, and it made her groan aloud, her own arousal distracting her for a second.

Suddenly Regina's arms fell to the bed and her abdomen tensed rigidly. Even though she was dying to watch it happen, Emma was determined to make it as intense as she could.

Come on, I know you're close, you're nearly there, lose control for me, I've got you, so close...

Emma gave up all thoughts of restraint now and sucked with firm pressure, letting Regina move as much as she wanted. She was rewarded near-instantly when she arched off the bed over and over, crying out her pleasure. She continued to press light kisses as the tremors reduced for a while, bringing her down as gently and slowly as she could.

Taking advantage of the fact that Regina was still lying there, slack-limbed and blissed out, Emma crawled up beside her and kissed her pinkened cheek. Prickles of sweltering heat from sweat were tingling all over her back, and she could feel Regina's body too radiating heat were they were laying together.

Emma nuzzled her neck. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."

"What are you hoping for," murmured Regina. "I'm exhausted."

"You'd better be kidding," said Emma incredulously. "I want you badly."

When she'd recovered enough, Regina sat up higher when Emma pulled her by the arm so that she could straddle her. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."

Emma felt hands go around her back and then slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the bed.

Regina smirked for a second before raising an intrigued eyebrow, barely taking her eyes from chest level. "Why exactly did you feel the need to inflict that upon yourself."

Regina leaned in to pull at the nipple ring with her teeth, giving it a small tug. Emma's hand immediately flew to cradle the other woman's head, massaging the short dark locks. Cupping a firm breast, Regina traded her mouth for her thumb to roll the sensitive piercing back-n-forth to heighten the sensation.

Emma's moan was strangled. "Uhhm, that's why. So good."

Since she was already pretty far gone, it was frustrating as hell that Regina was running her hand over her in light strokes and gentle caresses. She covered the hand palming at her breast with her own, hoping she'd get the hint and move them to a lower sensitive place, but Regina managed to extricate herself and paid more attention to sucking her neck instead.

"Regina, please," Emma nearly begged. "I'm kinda close, you don't have to warm me up-"

"I know," Regina's hot whisper came against her ear. "Do you imagine that all this time I didn't know how I was affecting you?"

The first light touch high between her thighs had her biting back a moan, not wanting to give Regina the satisfaction of it. Apparently the power-tripping former queen had known exactly what she wanted the whole time. She'd played her.

"Oh, you are affected aren't you. I can feel it. What would you like from me? This?"

"Oh god please," Emma whimpered. She knew vaguely that it was pathetic, but she was completely all out of resistance and over-run with need. Her own hand went to cover Regina's, trying to guide her to what she wanted most but a hard voice stopped her immediately.

"Don't. Or I will stop. It's my turn."

"Regina- uh!" she gasped, slumping forward with jerk when two fingers finally slipped firmly inside her. She buried her face in Regina's shoulder and wrapped her arms around tightly around her back. The strength of her pushing against her as she moved must've been a challenge, but Regina was holding her ground and keeping them both upright.

"Is this what you want. More?"

Emma groaned. "Yes, yes."

She wanted to scream out of pure frustration at how things had suddenly been turned on her. This was exactly like every interaction she'd ever had with Regina. Emma would fight against her, throwing everything she had at her, and right when she thought she'd won, just when she thought she had her, at the last second the Mayor would reveal her finishing move - that she'd been on top the whole time and in perfect control of the game.

But unlike last year, this time the game was the sort that two can play and both win.

The heel of Regina's palm circled against her clit and then all it took was a few hard strokes and a curl of her fingers that brought Emma to whimper something involuntarily, and she gasped over and over into the hot skin of a tanned shoulder. She was still shaking slightly when Regina turned her face, searching for a kiss, as they held each other reveling in the closeness.

They stared at each other for a while, stroking the other's hair and taking in the details of her face and eyes. The chemistry between them hadn't been quenched, it'd been set on fire instead. Regina's smile was lighter than Emma had ever seen it but it still held that hint of mischief. She joined their smiles together and kissed her playfully a few times.

"Now what do I do with you hm?" Regina said wryly, peering at her hand in her peripheral vision.

Emma laughed. "Oh god I love you."

"So I've heard. I love you too."

When Emma woke the next morning, the glare was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains and there was a new fire crackling in the fireplace and two glasses of apple juice on the nightstand. She rolled over to see Regina, dressed in her silk slip again, half-reclined next to her in bed. She was curling a knife around an apple with soft contentment on her face.

"You've been up already," Emma said blearily.

"Mmhm. You're still naked. Are you warm enough?"

"Yeah. What time's it."

"After ten, but it's Saturday. Relax. Are you hungry yet?"

Emma laid on her side and propped her head onto her hand, watching her with a smile. She trailed her fingers over the silk-covered breasts. "Nice apples."

Regina rolled her eyes at the obnoxious comment. "Really? That's the best you have for me? How juvenile. Thanks, Em."

"It's Emma," she said, pretending offense. "How could you get us mixed up? We're so different! Trust me, Em talks a good game but I am way better at what we did last night than she is."

Regina sliced off a chunk of apple and pushed it into Emma's mouth to shut her up.

Emma crunched the sweet crisp flesh. "Mm see? You're the one who's being sweet, checking I'm not cold and feeding me your delicious fruit, Ri."

"That cutesy name doesn't fit me anymore."

"Parts of you are still cute. After last night, I'm qualified to assess them all."

Regina's phone beeped with a new message and she laid across Emma, deliberately pressing their breasts together, to retrieve the phone from where it was charging on the nightstand. Emma grabbed her ass to stop her from rolling back off.

"You might as well stay there," hinted Emma, comfortable with the weight on top of her. "Saturday Morning Sex is traditionally held on a Saturday. We should probably get started before we run out of morning."

Regina kissed her quickly and then tapped through to the message on the phone. Her grin faded.

"Hey, what's wrong," said Emma. "Who was it?"

"It's from your mother's phone but I'm fairly certain it was Em who wrote it."

Regina turned the phone around to show Emma the message.

Mary Margaret Blanchard (tombstone icon): Hey old people if ur finished with ur steamy sexfest theres some fairy lady here waiting to speak to u.

"We'll have to go over there," said Regina, but her heart really wasn't in it.

Emma whined. "Do we have to?"

"Yes. I want to go see Henry."

"Ok. I'm gonna grab a shower in a sec."

Regina rolled off her and made an attempt at fixing the disarray of sheets and blankets. "Help me make the bed first."

"What for? We're just gonna mess it up again later."

"Not if you don't help me."

"Ohhh you are still evil aren't you."

"Yes, Emma. Out of all the things I've done, withholding sex until you help me tidy up is by far the worst."

Emma grumbled. "It is to me."

"You'll do it because I asked you to." Regina grinned at her.

"Nooo, don't give me that look! Ah, fine."

Emma was still resisting when she rolled out of bed and reluctantly donned her FTP shirt again. Regina ended up doing the most of the making, smoothing out the bed covers and replacing the cushions in their carefully determined arrangement. Once everything was back in it's original position, Emma looked at the ceiling innocently and flipped the corner of the bedspread messing it up deliberately.

"Emma!" said Regina exasperatedly. "Fine. Go get in the shower."

Emma raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Join me? The others can wait. I can't."