Lesson number one

Maleficent waits very patiently until Regina is "capable" of walking again. Then both women stand from the bath and Regina quickly slips the bathrobe back on. She still feels rather weak in her knees and doesn't say much as they leave the bathroom and Maleficent offers her fruit and bread for breakfast.

Maleficent doesn't seem phased by her silence, she just flashes Regina a smile now and again when Regina looks up.

Regina takes another bite of the sliced apple Maleficent offered her (I know apples are your favorite, darling) and looks down at her hands. Her body is still buzzing and she's already craving to be touched again. And it's beginning to feel a bit embarrassing. Up until now, touch had been in short supply in Regina's life, and now every nerve in her body is aching to be touched by Maleficent again.

Regina chews nervously at her bottom lip. She isn't quite sure how to handle these new "desires".

Maleficent cocks her head at Regina and looks quizzingly at her.

Regina quickly stuffs a grape into her mouth. That's one way of avoiding questions.

But as soon as she has swallowed the sweet fruit, Maleficent asks her:

"What's troubling you, my sweet?"

"Nothing."

"Are we lying to one another again?" Maleficent drawls and scoots closer to the fireplace where Regina is sitting.

Regina bobs her shoulders.

Maleficent chuckles lightly and puts a warm hand on Regina's knee. She lazily draws some sort of pattern on her knee and says: "You are so sweet. So very, very sweet."

Regina frowns a little at Maleficent's choice of words. "You make me sound like some sort of child."

"Trust me, I would never refer to you as a child Your Majesty. You are the furthest thing from a child."

And with that she takes the grape from Regina's hand, puts it back down on the tray and kisses the brunette.

This, this is exactly what Regina needed, and she almost feverishly responds to the kiss. She squirms and wiggles until she's practically sitting on Maleficent's lap.

Maleficent doesn't seem to mind that, though. She simply adjusts Regina a bit and pushes her tongue in between Regina's already parted lips.

Regina buries her fingers in Maleficent's soft tresses and feels herself stiffen for a split second when Maleficent's hands slides a bit lower and lands on her bottom. That's definitely something she hasn't tried before, but she can't say that she minds being touched there.

As to confirm that, Maleficent gives her rear a soft squeeze, and Regina "mphhs" into the kiss. Yes, she definitely likes that.

Regina deepens the kiss and she's so deeply engaged in what she's doing that she doesn't even realize, she moved her hands until Maleficent suddenly moans into the kiss.

Oh. Regina pauses. Her fingers aren't buried in Maleficent's golden hair anymore. They're splayed wide on the sorceress' breasts instead. Regina blushes a little. She didn't even notice she had moved her hands, and she suddenly feels a little embarrassed about, well- touching the other woman so boldly. Maybe she should move her hands away. She slowly withdraws her hands.

Maleficent's hand shoots up and lies heavily on Regina's wrist. "Don't." she murmurs and guides Regina's hand back to its original position.

Regina nods a little.

"Let's make this lesson number one," Maleficent drawls. "Now kiss me again."

And for some reason, it doesn't bother Regina that it very much sounds like a command. These kinds of commands she can "obey", and she instantly leans in and captures Maleficent's lips again.

She tries to remember everything Maleficent did to her last night, and she finds it surprisingly easy to touch Maleficent the right way. Maleficent moans into the kiss and arches, presses her breast into Regina's hand.

Delighted with her "progress", Regina zeroes in on Maleficent's nipples, teases the hardened buds exactly like Maleficent did to her last night.

"Yes," Maleficent hisses. "That's it, Regina. Don't stop. Keep going."

Regina moves her lips to Maleficent neck instead. It's terribly tempting to sink her teeth into the soft flesh, just once. But she isn't quite bold enough. She can't be sure that Maleficent would like that.

But Maleficent certainly likes what Regina is doing right now. Her head lolls back slightly, giving Regina perfect access to her pretty neck.

Regina is positive she could keep doing this forever, teasing Maleficent's nipples through the fabric of her robe. Her nipples are completely hard, and moans tumbles from the blonde's lips.

Regina wants nothing more than to just untie that silly robe and rid Maleficent of it for good, but Maleficent suddenly grabs her hand and guides it in between her slightly parted legs.

"Like… this," she rasps and demonstrates by moving Regina's hand back and forward in rough, quick motions.

Regina instantly tries to mirror the action as best as she can.

"Faster, darling," Maleficent hisses.

Regina quickens the pace slightly. The damned robe is still in the way, but Maleficent doesn't seem to mind that one bit. She moans and throws her head back and bucks her hips into Regina's hand. "Yes, Regina! Keep doing that,"

Regina has absolutely no interest in stopping this. In fact, she feels quite curious about what will happen if she just…

Maleficent shrieks when Regina quickens the pace, she cries out in some foreign language Regina isn't familiar with, and then her nails digs into Regina's back.

Regina doesn't stop what she's doing until her hand gets slightly damp, and Maleficent's nails almost feels painful through the thin robe.

Maleficent falls back against the cushions and blankets and Regina climbs off her lap. She can't be certain, but she thinks she did pretty well.

"I'd say, Regina," Maleficent drawls and her voice is somewhat hoarse. "You are quite the quick student."

"Was that… alright?" Regina asks a bit doubtful.

Maleficent chuckles. "That was a little more than just alright, darling. Are you quite sure you haven't tried this before?"

Regina blushes and shakes her head. She hasn't. The only type of "experience" she can draw upon is the few times she did this to herself. But that wasn't quite as "successful" as this was, and it's definitely much too embarrassing to talk about.

"Don't blush," Maleficent says and brushes her fingertips against Regina's cheek. "You did so well."

"Thank you," Regina says. She isn't sure how to respond to the praise.

"Thank you," Maleficent teases and brushes a dark tendril behind Regina's ear.

Maleficent soon recovers and sits up again. Regina is aware that what she did to Maleficent wasn't quite as powerful as what the blonde did to her. Maleficent isn't having trouble with getting her legs to cooperate, and that was what Regina had hoped for.

Oh, well.

"Why is it different for me?" Regina asks and takes a small sip of the wine Maleficent just served her.

"Why is what different, darling?"

Regina gestures to the cushions and pillows. "Last night when we-..." she chooses to wave her hand instead of using words. "You insisted upon being in your bedchambers, but you didn't mind us- me, uh… doing things here."

Maleficent's eyes sparkles with unspoken amusement. "You're a queen. And you were a maid. You deserved to have it done the right way. And the right way isn't on the floor."

"But now…"

"Now?" Maleficent echoes and raises an eyebrow slightly.

"I'm not a maid anymore," Regina says and practically winces at the word maid.

"Are you saying you wouldn't mind the floor?"

"Yes."

Maleficent's smile widens. "I think I've made quite the discovery with you, darling."

"Meaning what?"

"That you and I are gonna have loads of fun together."

Now Regina smiles too. She likes the sound of that.

"So, what happens now?" she asks.

"Now," Maleficent chuckles. "We finish our breakfast and then I'll perhaps give you your second lesson."

To Be Continued…