A/N: Here it is! Your bonus update and the first Not Suitable For Work (NSFW). Rating has changed peeps!
The door to the mansion swung open mere seconds after Emma had slipped her cell phone back into her pocket.
"You know, Henry is a heavy sleeper. He wouldn't wake up if you rang the bell."
"I kinda like our tradition," Emma shrugged, stepping over the threshold as the brunette moved aside to let her into the house. "Hi, by the way," she added, pecking Regina lightly on the lips.
"Hi," Regina smiled. "How was your shift?"
"Busy," Emma sighed, sliding her backpack from her shoulder. "Saturdays are always crazy. I don't understand why Killian is investing in marketing, to be honest. We're at capacity almost every night."
"I'm hurt," Regina deadpanned.
Emma laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean that your work isn't valuable. I just don't know how you can help us. We need to build an extension to the restaurant, not bring in more customers we'll have to turn away."
"Being in demand is always a good thing," Regina pointed out. "Anyway, we haven't even started the campaign yet. It could be a complete bust."
"I highly doubt it. I'm sure you're excellent at your job." It was true. Emma didn't know anything about marketing or what Regina's world involved but she was sure the brunette excelled at whatever she turned her hand to.
"I try," Regina smiled. "My team is great and I trust them to be delivering a good service to my clients. Anyway, how about we stop talking about work. It is Saturday night, after all. Would you like some wine?"
"Please," Emma nodded. "But can I first get out of these leathers?"
"If you must," Regina smirked. Her eyes had already been drinking the blonde in, encased once more in the tight black material.
"For you, I would endure an evening sat uncomfortably in leather," Emma said solemnly.
"You're sweet, but I'd rather you were comfortable than here as an object for me to look at. Feel free to get changed in your pyjamas if you want."
"Are we having a slumber party?" Emma teased.
"Essentially," Regina pointed out. "Would it make you feel better if I put my sleepwear on as well."
"It would make me feel something," Emma said, eyes darkening.
Regina chuckled. "Go and get changed. I'll meet you in the living room with some wine."
Making her way down the corridor into the rear of the house, Emma entered the bathroom and pulled off her leathers. It was a hassle, wearing her protective gear, but she would rather have to undress and dress wherever she went rather than lose all the skin on her body if she crashed.
With the leathers discarded, Emma had a dilemma. Once again, she had packed two sets of pyjamas. She suspected that come the end of the evening, the silk slip would be entirely appropriate, if only a short-lived piece of clothing. However, for sitting on the couch drinking wine, surely the plaid set she had worn before was more suitable. Opting for sensible over sexy, at least for now, Emma quickly got changed before heading out to the living room.
It was empty when she walked in but two generous glasses of red wine were waiting on the coffee table. Emma sank into the couch and curled her legs underneath her, looking around the room and taking in the space. She was unsurprised to note that Regina's house was beautiful and filled with expensive furniture and decorations. But there were still splashes of Henry here and there. A colourful chest pushed against the wall was ajar, toys peeking over the lip as if eager to come out and play. At the far side of the room a complex web of wooden train tracks covered the floor, the engines which ran on them scattered on the carpet. Opposite the television, hung proudly on the wall, were three framed portraits of Regina and Henry. They looked like professional photographs, two candid and one posed shot. Emma's heart swelled at the sight.
"Kat took them."
Regina had entered the room to see Emma gazing at the images.
"They're beautiful," Emma said softly, turning towards the woman. "Wow, you're beautiful."
"I feel overdressed," Regina replied, smoothing down the delicate black material of her negligée. The silk garment stopped mid-thigh, edged with lace. It was one of her favourites.
"I feel hideously underdressed," Emma said, the plaid suddenly frumpy and boring. She had definitely chosen wrong.
"I should change," Regina said, realising she had misread the tone of the evening.
"No," Emma said, jumping up off the couch and striding over Regina who was still hovering by the doorway. "No way," she added, arms now wrapped around the brunette. "You're not changing and you're not going anywhere. Well, except to the couch."
"Ok," Regina whispered, arms reaching up to loop around Emma's neck. "If you insist."
"Oh I insist," Emma smiled, kissing Regina lightly.
When they broke apart, the two women made their way to the couch and settled side by side. Emma leaned against the arm, legs curled beneath her while Regina nestled her shoulder into the back cushion so she was facing Emma.
"Cheers," she offered, raising her glass in a toast towards the blonde.
"Cheers," Emma replied, clinking the lip of her drink against Regina's. "To a successful first day spent with Henry. At least, I think it was successful."
"Very," Regina nodded. "I think the motorbike won you a few brownie points. Plus, he actually asked if you'd cook him pancakes. That's a breakthrough in anyone's world. He also announced that he wants to practice his football with you, not me, from now on. So yes, Emma, I would say that was a success."
"Sorry to have replaced you as his football coach," Emma laughed.
"Please, I'm happy to give up that position. I accept that I am terrible at football. And if it means Henry is wanting to spend more time with you, then you can certainly be his football coach."
"Thank you for inviting me to join you guys today," Emma said, voice now soft. "I had a great time."
"Me too," Regina replied. "And I'm sorry about that comment. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Forget about it," Emma said, waving away the apology. She knew she had overreacted. Even though she was no longer anorexic, comments about her weight still got her back up.
"No, please, Emma. Let me apologise properly. I didn't mean to offend you and I didn't think about how my words would affect you. I know you're healthy and I know you take great care of yourself and your body. I didn't mean to make you self-conscious. You're beautiful and your body is fit and healthy. I know you work hard to keep yourself in great shape and I shouldn't have made you feel bad about it."
"I know," Emma assured the brunette who looked cut up about the entire ordeal. "I know you didn't mean to upset me and to be honest I overreacted. Even though I know you were complimenting me, I find it hard when people notice my body, especially the fact that I'm slim. For years I was told I was too skinny. Now I'm at a healthy weight and I know that but in my head I always assume that when people notice my size, they think I'm underweight."
"I didn't mean that," Regina said at once, taking Emma's hands in her own. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you," Emma said, ducking her head, suddenly shy. "I guess I'll always just be self-conscious about my weight."
"I am too," Regina admitted. "Isn't every woman?"
"Your body is gorgeous," Emma said at once. "You're beautiful. And anyway, I'm with you for who you are, not what you look like."
"You're saying that because you haven't seen me without clothes on," Regina murmured, eyes downcast.
"Is that what this is about?" Emma asked, realising that perhaps the comment was less about her body and more about Regina's lack of confidence in her own skin.
Regina shrugged, still avoiding Emma's gaze. "I've had a kid. I'm older than you."
"You're thirty-one, I'm twenty-seven." Emma pointed out.
"I've had a kid," Regina repeated.
"So?"
"So that changes your body," Regina sighed. "Being pregnant, breast-feeding. I wouldn't do anything differently because it gave me Henry and I gave him the best start in life. But my body … changed."
"Regina," the blonde said, reaching out and lifting Regina's chin with the tip of a finger until their eyes met, "you are beautiful. And if you'll let me, I'd like to show you just how beautiful I think you are."
"What about the wine?" Regina asked. Their glasses were still half-full.
"I'm in the mood to drink something else," Emma said, voice low and eyes dark.
Regina swallowed. "Ok," she whispered before standing from the couch.
Emma's breath hitched as the olive skin of Regina's bare thighs became eye-level. Fingers appeared in front of her vision and she reached out to interlace them with her own. Pulled to her feet, she followed Regina, silently, into the bedroom.
"I'm nervous," Regina said quietly when the door was closed behind them, the bedside light the only illumination in the room.
"If you don't want to -"
"No, I do," Regina interrupted, turning to face the blonde who was stood slightly behind her. "I do. It's just … been a while."
"Well, it's been a while for me too," Emma offered.
"Over two years?"
"Not quite, but let's not think about anyone who came before. Tonight is about us, right?"
"Right," Regina nodded. "Let's just take it slow. Is that ok?"
"Whatever you want," Emma said, slipping her hands around Regina so her palms rested on her lower back.
"I want you," Regina said, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the blonde's lips.
No more words were needed. Both women melted into the kiss, mouths parting at once to allow their tongues to meet. Regina threaded her fingers through the long blonde locks, caressing the nape of Emma's neck as the younger woman's hands moved down to cup the swell of her ass. She moaned lightly, pressing herself closer to the toned body against her.
Emma could feel the heat of the brunette's skin through the thin silk layer, burning against her palms and fuelling the fire raging in the pit of her belly. Without breaking the kiss, she began to walk Regina backwards towards the bed, hands squeezing softly at the pert ass. When they reached the edge of the mattress, Regina sat down, leaning back and pulling Emma with her. She went willingly, the two of them eventually breaking the kiss so that Regina could manoeuvre herself up so she was lying with her head of the pillow, Emma hovering above her.
"Are you ok?" the blonde asked, wanting to make sure this was really what Regina wanted.
Nodding once, Regina resumed their kiss, fingers now reaching to unbutton Emma's pyjama shirt. Within seconds, the plaid was hanging open, a rush of cool air hitting the newly exposed skin. The chill was immediately countered by two warm hands landing on her slender waist and sliding upwards to cup her breasts.
Emma moaned into the kiss, her arms trembling with the effort of holding herself up while Regina's thumbs flicked over her nipples, stiff and tender at the stimulation. The brunette smirked into the kiss, squeezing the small globes harder as her tongue took control of the kiss. Involuntarily, Emma ground her hips forwards, rocking against the woman below her and shifting the silk slip upwards as she did so. Regina shivered at the combined sensations of her girlfriend's movement and the soft fabric.
Hands slid from Emma's breasts up to her shoulders, pushing the material away. The kiss broke once more as Emma sat back on her haunches, shrugging the shirt off. Through the dim light, Regina gazed up at the woman sitting astride her. Her body, as Regina had expected, was exquisite. Her muscular stomach appeared even more defined in the low lighting and Regina couldn't help but reach out and rake her fingertips up and down the soft skin, feeling the toned physique.
"Come here," she murmured, beckoning Emma back down so their kiss could continue, hands moving to cup the neglected breasts once more.
This time it was Emma's turn to dominate the kiss, her own hands now sliding up Regina's sides, the silk bunching as she went. Skimming her left hand around the brunette's ribcage, she cupped the generous globe. Regina's breasts were larger than her own and Emma's fingers encircled one eagerly, a light pressure applied. The brunette let out a whimper of approval.
Teeth scraped against Regina's lip as the older woman's hands began to slide lower, skating up and down the smooth skin of Emma's back until they reached the waistband of her pyjamas. Fingers dipped beneath them a few times before Regina slid her hand down to cup Emma's ass. The nibble on her lip turned into a bite as the blonde's hips canted forwards, desperate for a little friction to relieve some of the building pressure within her.
"Off," Regina mumbled into the kiss as her fingers began to push at the one remaining article of clothing Emma was wearing.
Obediently, and willingly, Emma sat up and swung her leg back so she could shimmy off her pyjama pants. Returning to her previous position straight away, now completely naked, Emma went to lean back down to kiss her girlfriend when a hand in the centre of her chest stopped her progress.
"What?" she asked, paused in her descent.
"I just want to look at you for a moment," Regina admitted, pushing lightly on Emma so she was sat upright once more.
Emma bit her lip but didn't move, a flush creeping up her face as she watched Regina's eyes drinking in the sight before her. Legs spread wide on either side of the brunette's hips, Emma felt a little exposed but the look of lust in the deep brown eyes was worth the vulnerability. They journeyed from the small patch of cropped blonde curls at the apex of her legs up her stomach, over her breasts and then up to meet those dazzling emerald orbs.
"So beautiful," Regina whispered, fingers now raking up and down Emma's thighs which were resting either side of her waist.
"Not too skinny?" Emma half-joked.
But Regina didn't laugh. Instead, she beckoned Emma back towards her and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "Perfect," she murmured, arms encircling the naked woman.
Emma melted into the kiss, her self-consciousness disappearing as fast as it had come, replaced by something which had been bubbling beneath the surface since she saw Regina in the park that afternoon. Desire.
In one fluid movement, Emma rolled onto her back, pulling Regina with her so suddenly the brunette was lying in the crux of her open legs, the front of her silk slip pressed against Emma's exposed centre. She moaned at the sensation, kissing Regina with even more passion.
Regina, too, was feeling the need to move things along. Somewhat awkwardly in her new position, she began to wrestle her slip up her body. With Emma's help, she pulled it off and over her head. The fabric landed silently on the floor where it was flung but neither woman cared. Already their lips were locked together once more, their chests pressed tightly against one another with no barrier between them for the first time. Only Regina's lace underwear remained.
Much as Emma wanted the chance to gaze with reverence on the brunette's body as the older woman had done, she resisted. It was obvious that Regina was a little self-conscious and Emma didn't want to make her feel under a spotlight. Her hands, however, roamed freely, skating up and down the perfect skin from her breasts down to her butt, touching every inch she could reach.
And then Regina began to move southwards and Emma's reach became more limited, the brunette's supple body sliding lower, peppering her body with kisses. She groaned and arched her back as the tip of her tongue flickered over her nipple before a hot mouth sealed around her areola. Threading her fingers through thick, dark locks, she held Regina to her chest, willing the brunette to continue the delicious torture which was causing the ache between her legs to reach an almost unbearable height.
But she needn't have worried about that because Regina was just as impatient. After laving both of Emma's breasts with equal attention, she slithered further down, her tongue trailing over the twitching muscles of the blonde's stomach as lean thighs parted to make space for her.
When her kisses reached Emma's hips, Regina pulled away slightly, shuffling herself backwards and settling more comfortably. Emma propped her head up on a pillow, not wanting to miss a second of what was about to happen. Small hands landed on the inside of her thighs, fingers stroking softly and making Emma's core clench in anticipation. Regina noticed the movement and smirked.
She had thought she would be nervous, would have forgotten what to do. It had been so long since she had made love to a woman and she had spent so many years of her life with Mal. She and her wife had fallen into a routine, both knowing the other so well that their movements became second nature. Their sex had become more perfunctory than romantic, especially after Henry was born and their lives became busier. It was pleasurable, always, but that was because they each knew the best, easiest, more effective ways to get the other off. It wasn't exciting, or new, or adventurous. But now, laying between Emma's spread thighs, Regina knew that would never happen between her and the blonde.
Eyes locked with Emma's, Regina lowered her mouth to the younger woman's glistening core. Her tongue trailed a long, slow, almost torturous line up Emma's centre, parting her labia and tasting the tangy liquid already coating her sex.
"Fuck," Emma hissed, eyes snapping closed at the sensation.
Regina smirked into the folds beneath her lips and repeated the action, licking a little more firmly up until she reached Emma's clit. The hard little bundle of nerves protruded eagerly, waiting, desperate to be stimulated. Regina wasn't one to deny her lovers so she trapped it between her lips, sucking it softly into the warmth of her mouth. Emma's fingers tangled themselves in her hair, anchoring the woman against her. She needn't have bothered. In that moment, there was nowhere else in the world Regina Mills would rather be.
The tip of Regina's tongue teased the sensitive mass still encased in wet warmth. Emma's hips bucked uncontrollably so Regina hooked her arms around the toned thighs, palms resting on the blonde's flat stomach in a gentle attempt to still her body. Secretly, however, she was thrilled to have been able to achieve such a reaction.
Moving from the over-stimulated nerves, not wanting Emma to come too soon, Regina slid her tongue back down between Emma's folders, tasting the richer flavour which gathered at her entrance. Circling the muscles there, she probed gently inside, feeling Emma's body part willingly to accept her. It wasn't enough, however, so she unhooked one arm and brought her fingers to join the party. She glanced up at Emma to check she was on board, knowing that some lesbians were not keen on penetration. The lustful look on the blonde's face and a slight nod, however, was all the reassurance she needed.
One digit slid smoothly into the tight, hot heat. Both women moaned in unison at the sensations experienced by their bodies. Emma reached for Regina's other hand, still lying on her stomach, and laced their fingers together, needing to feel the connection. They were already connected, of course. Regina could feel the pulsing walls of the blonde wrapped around her finger, her whole being reduced to the sensation of Emma's body squeezing her own. She set a slow, steady pace, pushing in and out, in and out, as her tongue returned to draw circles around the tender bud of nerves.
Emma's hips began to rock, gently, matching Regina's pace, encouraging the brunette's thrusts. Taking the hint, Regina added a second finger. Emma's body was already aroused and wet, the addition sliding easily alongside the first. A moan sounded from the top of the bed and Regina's hooded eyes trailed up to see her girlfriend; back arched, head thrown back, chest heaving. She was close.
Redoubling her efforts, Regina sped up the thrusts of her fingers, curling the tips as she pulled out so they pressed against the inner wall of her girlfriend. Emma moaned louder, her hips widening as if to encourage Regina closer. Mouth pressed hotly against her clit, tongue lashing it faster and faster, fingers buried deep inside her core, there was no way Regina could get closer to Emma, however, much as she wanted to.
The tell-tale fluttering of an orgasm surrounded Regina's fingers. She pumped harder, wanting to carry Emma up to the top and over the edge. Her teeth grazed lightly against the tight bundle of nerves as her name tumbled from pale lips. Emma's fingernails scraped against Regina's scalp as she came, her back arched high off the mattress as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Regina was relentless, continuing the movement of her mouth and fingers as Emma's body rippled in pleasure. Her heart sang as she heard her name chanted breathlessly into the room, the blonde overwhelmed at the sensations.
When at last her body relaxed, slumping back onto the mattress, Regina slowed her fingers and slid them from the blonde's core. She sucked both into her mouth, cleaning them of the younger woman's essence and savouring the flavour she knew she was already addicted to.
"Are you ok?" Regina asked after she had settled herself on her side, lying beside the blonde whose eyes were closed.
"You," Emma panted, "are going to kill me."
"In a good way?" Regina grinned as the blonde turned her head towards her and batted her eyes open.
"The best," Emma confirmed, pressing her lips hotly against Regina's and delighting in the taste of herself mixed with her girlfriend. "That was … the best first time I've ever had."
"Really?" Regina said, eyebrows raised. "Is there much competition for that spot?"
Emma laughed, rolling onto her side and throwing her leg over Regina's, pulling their bodies flush together. "Are you asking for my number?"
"Perhaps," Regina admitted. "Bad time?"
"No," Emma said, kissing Regina lightly on the lips. "I've been in one long term relationship, dated four or five women and had a handful of one night stands."
"A handful?"
"Seventeen," Emma said simply. "Including you, I've slept with seventeen women in total."
"Oh."
Although Regina didn't roll away, Emma could feel the tension flowing through her girlfriend's body.
"It's too many. I shouldn't have told you," Emma sighed. "I should have lied, told you half that number."
"Eight point five women?" Regina replied. "No, Emma, it's fine. You told the truth. I asked, you answered."
"Yeah and now you're upset," Emma said. "I'm sorry, Regina. I didn't mean to spoil this evening."
"You didn't," Regina said. "I just wasn't aware you were quite so … experienced."
"Now I feel like a slut," Emma remarked.
"No, that's not what I meant. I guess I mean I feel inexperienced by comparison."
"Regina, I think the orgasm you just gave me proves you are anything but inexperienced. And even if you think you're out of practice, you read my body like a book. If that was what you managed to do our first time, you have nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?"
"I promise," Emma said sincerely, following the statement with a kiss. "I said that was the best first time I've ever had and I meant it. Seventeeth time's the charm, right?"
"Yes, because that's a saying," Regina chuckled sarcastically.
"It is now. Or at least, it will be." Emma rolled Regina gently onto her back, fitting her body into the cradle made by the brunette's legs. "Speaking of which, what charm am I?"
"Third," Regina replied quietly. "You're my third charm, Miss Charming."
Emma placed a soft kiss to the inside of Regina's thigh. "Let's hope that saying really is true."
Regina was about to answer but the words died on her lips as Emma's mouth covered her sex. She quivered at the sudden rush of warmth and stimulation, remembering how it felt to be touched, to be worshipped by another woman. Her legs tightened around Emma's head, trapping the woman there as a dexterous tongue swiped through her folds.
"Oh God," Regina gasped, head lolling back against the pillow as Emma's mouth captured her clit.
This was going to be embarrassingly quick, the brunette thought. Even if Emma hadn't just broken a two year dry spell, the way the woman's mouth was working against her was enough to tip anyone over the edge. Regina groaned as she felt Emma's tongue move back down, leaving her tender nerve bundle to rest for a moment as she explored further.
Fingers fisted in the sheets on either side of her body as Emma probed her entrance, pushing lightly inside and curling against the ridged wall. As she did so, the blonde's nose bumped against Regina's clit, pressing insistently against it as the pressure deep within the older woman rose and spread. It felt like fire; flames licking her insides, moving through her veins in an all consuming way.
Was this what it had always been like? Had she just forgotten the overwhelming sensations which could be created by a lover? No, Regina realised. This was Emma. This was all due to the blonde head now bobbing between her legs.
"Emma," she gasped as the woman returned to focus on her clit.
Green eyes snapped open, locking with her own. Even without seeing her mouth, Regina could tell the blonde was smirking. Smug at her own talents. Regina had to admit the blonde was entitled to such an opinion. But it was more than smugness. It was also pride and satisfaction in herself at having been able to bring Regina so much pleasure.
"Come for me, Regina," Emma murmured, breaking away just to say those four words before sealing her mouth once more around Regina's core.
White hot pleasure flooded Regina's body, a silent cry of ecstasy on her lips. Hands flew from the sheet to Emma's head, gripping tight, as if daring the woman to move away. Moving was the last thing on the blonde's mind, however, who would happily stay nestled in the crux of the older woman's legs until the day she died.
Eventually, however, Regina's grip lessened and she instead pushed lightly on Emma's scalp, too sensitive for anything more. Placing a final kiss to both inner thighs, Emma crawled her way back up Regina's body.
Laying down beside her spent lover, Emma curled herself into Regina's side, holding her gently as her breathing returned to normal.
"Emma," Regina murmured after at least a minute.
"I'm here," Emma replied at once, holding the brunette a little tighter. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good," Regina said, rolling onto her side so they were chest to chest. "I don't want you to go. Ever."
She snuggled closer, Emma's arms wrapped around her body. Regina was vaguely aware that she was lying on her left side. She never settled on her left side. But sleep was already claiming her satiated body.
"Do you think we should get out of bed to put some clothes on before we sleep?" Emma asked.
"In a minute," Regina whispered, reluctant to break the spell which had fallen over them.
"Ok," Emma nodded, pressing a kiss to Regina's forehead and closing her eyes.
A/N: happy birthday to me! And you guys, whenever your birthdays may be.