A/N: If you get squeamish reading descriptions of hot, swanqueen sex, you probably won't like this chapter. Otherwise, you're golden. Enjoy.
Chapter 11.
Emma Swan and Regina Mills stared at each other in silence, their anticipation akin to that of runners in starting blocks. Both knew that, in mere seconds, a gunshot of feeling would put them into motion. Each woman's ears were hypersensitive, and Emma could hear her heartbeat, its cadence quick and unrelenting. Regina had learned long ago to stop listening and feeling for a pounding in her chest – she had accepted the fact that she was damaged goods and had been made without a heart. She was entirely aware now, however, that the rest of her was in perfect working order. And she swore she could hear Emma's heart from across the room.
"I can't say I ever imagined it would happen like this," the deputy said.
Gunshot.
Emma bit her lip and moved forward, trepidation marking every step. She now stood over Regina, who was still seated at the foot of her bed, legs crossed in her black satin pajamas. The deputy had been quick in the shower, making it a point to only rinse off the sticky cider and freshen up. She hadn't wet her hair, so it still fell around her shoulders and arms in tresses.
"Me either, but…" echoed the brunette in a deep sensual tone. She reached up to the black bathrobe Emma had put on after her shower and let her fingers brush across the towel-textured tie that secured it to the deputy's body. She looked up to the blonde with a dominance in her eyes that made Emma nervous and excited all at once. In this moment, Emma knew Regina was in control and was going to be in control for most of the evening. And she was fine with that.
The Mayor's hands tugged at the robe's tie and easily unsecured it, which made both sides of the garment part. Emma's arms hung limp at her sides as Regina drank in the sight of her now exposed abdomen.
"I see no reason to complain," the brunette concluded from her earlier statement.
Regina uncrossed her legs and spread them apart slightly, and then wrapped her hands around Emma's midsection. She pulled Emma into the space between her legs and raked her fingertips down the sides of her torso.
Emma trembled under Regina's touch, her muscles becoming fault lines. Every part of her shook, bringing her to the verge of collapse as the Mayor familiarized herself with the contours of the blonde's body.
"Regina," Emma said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
"I knew you'd get practice saying my name," the brunette said, her lips curving up into a red smile. As her fingers grazed over the deputy's hipbones, Regina leaned in and pressed her lips against Emma's taut stomach. Her skin was hot, both from the shower and the moment, and the Mayor figured this is what kissing a flame must feel like. Her lips closed over the area right below Emma's ribcage, and the blonde's muscles twitched at the contact. Emma instinctively brought her hands up to Regina's head and pressed her further into her flesh in an attempt to merge with the woman she had developed a consuming passion for over the past few months.
The Mayor left a trail of kisses down her left side before nipping playfully at the black lace stretched across the blonde's hip. At this point, Emma faltered and swooned a bit. She needed something more to hold on to than the back of Regina's neck. The sensations were just too overwhelming. So she placed a hand on the brunette's bare thigh and knelt to the ground in an effort to steady herself.
It took everything in Regina to not lose her composure. Here was Emma Swan, kneeling in between her legs, the blonde's hand on her thigh, her breathing quick and labored. The submission was a delicious site, and one of which she had been deprived for what seemed like eons.
Instinct took over. Habit almost forgotten kicked in. The cobwebs in Regina's mind cleared and she bit her lip and stared down at the blonde.
"I appreciate the display of loyalty, Miss Swan, but aren't you jumping the gun just a bit? I had planned on making a … thorough…display of my appreciation before I allowed you to default to a servile position," she said in a patronizing voice that Emma found slightly uncharacteristic, though not unattractive.
The blonde scoffed. "Since when have I ever been servile with you, Madam Mayor," she responded, moving her lips to Regina's inner-thigh and kissing upward toward her silk hem. Regina's eyes fluttered and Emma took the opportunity to place her hands on the insides of the brunette's knees and push them further apart.
The Mayor opened her eyes and looked down at Emma's blonde head in between her legs. It was the most empowering sight and sensation she remembered feeling… from any world. She reached down and turned Emma's chin up toward her.
"Emma, get up here," she instructed softly. The blonde couldn't refuse the sweetly-spoken request and rose to her feet, as did Regina. The two stood face to face, mere inches separating them. The brunette let her eyes travel down Emma's body, and took a slow, steady breath.
"I imagine you've spent a few nights thinking about me, and you, and …this. But I assure you…" Regina said with a thick confidence.
She grabbed both sides of Emma's robe and parted them, pulling down at the shoulders and forcing the garment to slide off the blonde's body to the floor.
"You could never imagine what I'm about to do to you," Regina finished huskily. She pulled Emma's scantily clad body into her own and kissed her lips strongly, her tongue dancing against the roof of the deputy's mouth, and then against the deputy's tongue. Emma felt a strange inertia pulling her toward Regina, who was already pressed flush against her. She wanted to open her eyes to dispel her brain's conclusion that she was actually moving, but the warmth and arousal Regina's body was extracting from her own prevented Emma from lifting her eyelids.
The Mayor's hands snaked around to Emma's back and unclasped her bra, and the blonde dropped her arms to allow the garment to fall to the now growing pile on the floor. Regina wasted no time before letting her hands explore the skin she had just exposed. She moved her lips to Emma's neck while sliding her hands down the blonde's breasts, over her abdomen and down to her hips.
Regina could barely contain her own arousal and fought the instinct to reach down and touch herself. Emma's body did something to her. She wanted to ravage and respect it, control it and please it all at once. She opened her eyes and pulled back slightly to look at the deputy.
"Remember what I told you in the kitchen?" she asked quickly.
"Uh, what?" said Emma, just now coming to and realizing she had been addressed.
Regina chuckled darkly. "I'll refresh your memory," she said, lowering her head to Emma's chest. She kissed the blonde's sternum and trailed her tongue to her right breast, which she closed her lips around and tugged slightly. She repeated her exercise on the remaining side and then slowly lowered herself onto her knees, kissing down the deputy's abdomen.
"Are you remembering, now?" the Mayor asked before dragging her tongue along the band of Emma's underwear.
"You should consider yourself privileged, Emma. You are the only person to have ever seen me on my knees," she said, looking up at the blonde whose mouth was open and breathing heavily.
Emma stared down at the brunette, and from her vantage point she could see right down into the Mayor's cleavage. Her eyes instantly closed, though, as Regina started pulling down the fabric at her waist and covering each inch of exposed skin with her dark, red lips. Regina pulled the blonde's panties down to her thighs and gave into temptation. Her tongue was like a magnet, drawn to Emma's center because nature demanded it be so.
Emma called out as the Mayor's tongue and lips made contact between her legs, and she brought her hands down to Regina's dark hair. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push Regina closer. Was she really that weak in this moment?
Regina's right hand reached around to Emma's ass, and her left hand stroked the blonde's right thigh gently as she let more and more of Emma cover her tongue.
But the Mayor needed this to last much longer and she could feel Emma's blood rushing quicker now. She'd have to slow down, or else lose the moment. So she stood slowly and looked Emma in the eyes, her lipstick smudged and her mouth wet.
Emma crashed into the brunette, and kissed her fiercely as she desperately reached down to the hem of the black silk dress. She pushed the gown up so that Regina's underwear was completely exposed, and then pulled the Mayor into her, pressing their centers together.
"You put up quite a front, Regina," said Emma. She dipped her hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around the front of the Mayor's panties, squeezing firmly and then retracting her, now wet, hand.
"Who would have thought that you'd like kneeling before anyone?" Emma said in a tone made confident by Regina's now obvious arousal.
"Not 'anyone', Emma. Just you," responded the Mayor, leaning in to kiss Emma again and guiding the blonde's hands down to her underwear in an effort to remove them.
Emma obliged and another piece of clothing was added to the pile at their feet.
Then, Emma pulled the dress over the brunette's head, and finally, both women stood naked. Hands explored, teeth nipped, and voices moaned. Regina pushed Emma onto the bed gently and straddled her before leaning down to whisper, "I remember telling you before that you had no idea what I was capable of…"
Emma then felt a pulsing, vibrating warmth on her lower stomach. Regina hummed slightly into the crook of the blonde's neck. "I meant it," she said in her classic cocky tone.
Hot rain came back. It trickled all over her body, never ceasing. Emma felt as if she were a galaxy, covered in infinite points of sparkling, hot light, each star pulsating and sending a deep pleasure into her body's most inner parts.
And then she felt Regina inside of her. The brunette breathed life into Emma with her lips and used her left hand to support her from underneath as she slid a finger inside of the blonde.
"Fuck," cried out the blonde, as she felt the brunette stroking inside of her. Regina was surprised at the resistance her one finger had met upon entry. She assumed Emma would have had consistent casual sex in Boston, but the blonde's tightness suggested otherwise. The mayor parted her lips from Emma's for a moment to speak quietly.
"Just relax, dear. Don't think. Just feel," she said, and then put her mouth back on Emma's, kissing softly and less urgently this time.
Emma's eyes remained closed, and she saw a bright white light in the blackness. Regina had done… something, she wasn't sure what, but Emma felt her core completely filled, her walls stretched but comfortably so. Always analytical, she opened her eyes to determine the source of the warm, humming pleasure that filled her completely. She left the blackness to find the Mayor's brown eyes, burning hot, now having the appearance of heated honey, swirling around her black pupils.
"I said don't think," she smiled, before using her teeth to pull gently on Emma's ear. Emma wrapped her arms around Regina's sturdy body, pulling her strongly against her sweaty skin, trying to soak up as much of the hot, electric pleasure as she could. It was as if the woman on top of her were a severed power line, powerful and untamed, but not dangerous. Emma relaxed and held on to this … force… yes, that's what Regina was in this moment… the most powerful force she had ever felt, and she allowed it to fill every part of her being and fill her with satisfaction.
And then she felt Regina slide down her body, under the slick sheets.
And the galaxy fell away. Because Regina was inside of her, and outside of her all at once. The feelings Emma had felt before the brunette migrated lower had never ceased, which confused Emma, again. It was physically impossible. But she was feeling it regardless.
She remembered not to think.
The Mayor slid the deputy's legs apart so that she could work the most wonderful of spells. She could already feel Emma's legs shaking with her coming orgasm, and wanted to give her a memory so potent it would never fade, regardless of which world she ended up in.
Regina closed her eyes and dragged the soft, back part of her tongue along Emma's clit. She closed her lips around the outlying areas and shifted her tongue in different directions, slowly and softly.
"Oh God!" exclaimed the blonde, gripping the sheets and tilting her head back.
"Not quite," thought a flattered Regina.
The brunette quickened her tongue's pace, but kept a consistent pattern of movement so that Emma's body could build up for its release.
The blonde's quick breathing became more than audible, and she pressed her fingertips into the back of Regina's head so forcefully that it surprised even the Mayor. The brunette reached up and removed Emma's hands and held each in her own, squeezing firmly.
Hot Rain.
Stars.
Again.
Emma's hands tingled with drops of pleasure as Regina held them. It felt almost as if her hands had become white noise, silently crackling and fizzing with sparks of bliss. What on earth was Regina Mills doing?
Emma felt her orgasm rising inside of her. She felt Regina's soft, supple lips. She felt the smoothness and thickness of her tongue. She felt the pinpoints of pleasure all over her body. She felt a warm, humming joy filling her inside. She felt the ends of Regina's raven hair ticking her thighs. It brewed together like a perfect storm of ecstasy and she felt hot climax rushing to her center, lifting her body upward off the bed. She was swept in the waves, tumbling in every direction, her ears filled with her muted moans and the pounding of her heart. She was sure she was breaking Regina's fingers as she clung on to her throughout the feeling… she wouldn't lose her. Not in this feeling, not in the turbulence of life, not in any way. She wouldn't lose her.
She fell to the bed and felt a coolness drift over her, as if she had just emerged from water. She steadied her breathing and looked around. Regina was kissing her way back up to Emma's cheek, where she nuzzled her and then whispered, "Just a mere token of my gratitude, deputy." She chuckled and kissed below Emma's ear before propping up on an elbow.
"You have an amazing smile, Miss Swan. I think you could melt the coldest of hearts with it," said a sincere and thoughtful Regina.
"Hmm, well that's not all my mouth can do," responded the deputy.
She leaned in to kiss Regina's skilled lips and rolled on top of her. She pressed her upper thigh into the brunette and then pulled away.
"I have no idea what you just did to me. But it deserves a 'thank you'," Emma said lightly, a seductive smile forming.
Regina smiled contently. She could tell Emma was in awe of what had just happened. She just hoped she wouldn't ask for an explanation in the morning. It was nice to have exercised the parts of her that had grown dusty from disuse, and she made a promise that she would neglect them no more… at least as long as Emma Swan was around.
Emma traced Regina's lips with her index finger and trailed it down her chin to her chest.
"You are so…" Emma looked for words as she circled her fingertip around the brunette's chest.
"Good," she said, her green eyes boring into Regina's.
The brunette looked to the side momentarily in discomfort and then back to the blonde. Maybe, now, it wasn't such a preposterous notion. Maybe Emma Swan had sucked out the black from Regina and replaced it with light. Maybe Emma would believe that. And, maybe she would stay.
Emma bit her lip playfully and lowered her head to Regina's waist. The brunette closed her eyes as the blonde's lips closed around her, her hot tongue circling like a bird over prey. Regina couldn't remember the last time she wanted anyone to please her, or wanted anyone to want her. She couldn't remember the last time she wanted anything but chaos and power. Now, everything was different. She wanted Emma Swan. She wanted Emma inside of her, she wanted Emma to hold her, she wanted Emma to love her. She wasn't sure what any of those desires would feel like fulfilled.
Until Emma's two fingers slid into her.
She knew what it felt like to have Emma inside, at least.
"Oh, fuck," cried out Regina as she pressed Emma's blonde head further into her. Emma kept thrusting her two fingers slowly in and out of the Mayor as she blanketed her center with her soft tongue.
Emma couldn't believe it all was happening. She was swallowing the Mayor's arousal, and feeling the inside of her tight body. One thing was believable, though: Emma responding to Regina's command. The Mayor had implicitly instructed the deputy to increase the pressure of her tongue and to adopt a faster rhythm, one that matched that of her thrusting fingers. Regina's grip was inescapable, and Emma found it utterly arousing. She allowed Regina to press her face inward and then direct it outward, and then inward again, and back out. It was intoxicating being directed by such a beautiful and powerful woman.
Regina allowed Emma's tongue and hands to chase away her insecurities and relaxed into the pillow. She focused on the feelings orchestrated by the blonde and felt her orgasm rising. Regina realized Emma Swan had been right: her mouth was good for other things. It was good for baiting her into confrontation and for giving her the best release she had ever felt.
"If you stop now, you'll regret it," said Regina hurriedly, holding on to Emma's head and slightly thrusting her hips against her. Emma continued, more motivated now as she knew Regina was seconds away.
The Mayor's breath quickened and she called out. Regina let every remaining bit of poison inside her escape in that yell, knowing, soon, that she would be judged by the deputy for her past. She came hard, riding out her orgasm as Emma slowed her ministrations and pulled the remaining aftershocks from her body.
Emma crawled back up to Regina with a look of satisfaction and content.
"Are you always this amazing?" said Emma, falling backward onto the pillow adjacent Regina's.
"I like to think so," she responded.
Both women then laughed and Emma moved over to rest her head on Regina's chest.
"Wow," said the blonde quietly.
"What is it?" asked a confused Regina, as she tangled her fingers in Emma's hair. Her eyes closed and she relaxed under the weight of the deputy.
"Your heartbeat. . . it's so strong," she said, before sighing and closing her eyes.
Regina's eyes opened wide in shock.
Emma drifted off to sleep.