"Make love to me, Emma." She spoke softly as she brushed her fingertips down a long and slender column of Emma's neck. Slowly they explored lower between the valley of Emma's chest.
Tracing and teasing her fingers over the center of Emma's bra, Regina then flexed her hand out and cupped two small breasts above her. Succumbing to the feel of the other woman against her, Emma moaned as she leaned further into Regina's touch that she longed for.
"Take it off." Emma said, in a low, and commanding tone as her skin burned to feel more of the other woman's skin against her own.
No more waiting, Emma thought as she heard the click of her bra before it was discarded off to the side as they wordlessly gazed at one another.
Regina's hands took in handfuls of Emma's breast, as she gently squeezed, and rolled her palms over firm peaks. Placing her hand on the small of Emma's back, she balanced herself, as her lips slipped around Emma's hardened nipple, teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves with her tongue.
A small gasp of air escaped her parted lips. Her body trembled from the forgotten sensation as the other woman's tongue danced circles against her sensitive skin.
"Kiss me." A barely audible plea was met with an equally desperate kiss as Regina pulled the blonde further down against her body, closing off the distance separating them, if any.
No more waiting, Emma thought as she laid on top of the woman of her dreams, a woman she wholeheartedly loved and could not live without.
Biting gently down on her bottom lip, Emma sucked and played with the soft flesh with her tongue, tasting the ever so sweet, lust painted lips. Emma was sure there was nothing more in this world that she'd rather be addicted to because Regina's lips felt like heaven against hers.
Emma wanted nothing more than to find every single sweet spot that would make her Regina shiver as static electricity buzzed through her veins, causing her to moan from the intense sensation.
No more waiting, Emma thought as her tongue slid through small folds of Regina's ear, kissing and biting the delicate skin. Her nails raked down her sides, leaving reddened trails of raised markings behind.
"Yes." Regina hissed in response as her body moved along with Emma's in unison.
Emma's body nearly collapsed, weakened from her own heated desire, as she tried to regain her own composure and quest to find what Regina loved most.
Her lips travelled lower down the length of Regina's neck, stopping right at the space between her neck and shoulder. Teeth sank into flesh, as hands wandered freely over the pre-discovered, goddess-like body.
"Harder." The woman below her pulled her in, closer.
No more waiting, Emma thought as her teeth assaulted once olive skin, now purple and blue, the colors she loved.
Moving along, her lips kissed down the expanse of Regina's body, she started to slip the straps off of her shoulders, sitting her girlfriend up, and with one quick one-handed motion, it was gone.
Regina gave Emma the warmest, most heartfelt smile, as she brought her hands up to cup Emma's cheeks. "Touch me." She said, wanting to feel more.
Not wanting to waste another second, Emma's hands gently cupped perfect, but familiar breasts that she'd dreamed of seeing again. They were set flawlessly in her hands as she held them in her grasp as if they were always meant to be there.
Releasing them, her lips captured the skin, her tongue turning circles at a pace so slow, it was maddening.
Desperate for more, Regina pulled her in closer, as if it would amplify the sensation of pure bliss.
Rolling her tongue across her skin, Emma knew there'd never be a more intimate moment in her life, such as this one.
Regina was her sweet disposition.
Slowly, she moved her lips over tight muscles, leaving a trail of kisses as she descended lower. Her nails scraped the contours of heated flesh, mapping her soft and smooth curves. Her lips stopped their conquest just above a small button that separated them from moving forward.
But in the back of Emma's mind, she knew there was no more waiting.
She popped open the button, unzipped the jeans, and freed long slender legs. Emma's lips wanted to touch every single space of skin as she started from her ankles, and slowly ascended upwards.
Regina held fist fulls of sheets in her hands as her body felt ablaze in anticipation for what was next.
Hovering above black lace, she stopped. Looking down at the beautiful rough material, she recalled that night all those months ago, their first time.
Thin red lace just barely covered soft skin, just as the dark lace. The sweet scent was the same and Emma felt like putty as she gulped back in anticipation for what was next. She looked up at the brunette goddess and recalled how her perfect velvet, raven locks fanned out over white sheets as her tongue slid through slick folds.
Her mind buzzed with the familiar images that she vowed to always remember with the mindset she'd never get a chance to love the same woman again.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes focused into vulnerable, questioning eyes that felt the hesitancy.
"Regina, are you sure?" Emma painfully asked.
While she wanted nothing more than to pleasure the woman beneath her, she didn't want to rush things just because they said I love you.
Sitting up, Regina took Emma's face into her hands as she said, "There is nothing I've been more sure about, my love."
Turning Emma over onto her back, she removed her pants, and teased the blonde's skin with feathery light touches as she slipped her fingers below Emma's underwear.
Dragging the material down her legs, Regina recalled how much she'd missed that night, back in December. Never did she think she'd find love; never did she think she'd find love with her one-night stand, a student nonetheless. But here she was, loving her with her whole heart. Nothing could stop them.
Looking down, Regina held an intense lustful gaze with Emma, "I love you." She said, not wanting Emma's feelings to waiver in that moment. She knew what she wanted and that was Emma.
Emma grabbed her wrists, causing her body to fall forward, allowing Regina's leg to slip in between her own. Their lips pressed together as they moved against one another in slow motions.
No more waiting, Emma thought as she said, "I love you too".
Their movements quickened, skin glistened in the light of the room, as the moment grew more heated.
"More." Emma begged in a rugged voice that quivered under the form of the woman who was her teacher, her best friend, her lover.
Not wanting to break away from kissing her girlfriend, Regina shifted to her side, allowing ample room for her hand to explore lower, down her lover's body.
Her fingers magnetically were drawn between Emma's legs. She teased the small bundle of nerves that were already on edge from the slow motions. Emma's arms gripped her sides as she ventured lower, slipping two fingers in between wet, smooth, folds.
In that moment, Regina heard Emma gasp for air as her body molded around the welcomed, but intrusive fingers.
It didn't feel the same to Emma. She felt more passion and love such that her body ached as waves of pleasure started to wash over her.
Holding Regina closer, she threw her head back against the pillow as she tried to contain her uncontrollable breathing, but it was near impossible as her girlfriend's fingers moved to a rhythm inside of her that caused her to cry out in pleasure.
She released her tight hold on Regina, who moved down her body, allowing air to beat against her skin. Her hands shot forward to her forehead as she gasped for more air when she felt her delicious plump lips suck on her clit. Regina's tongue rolled over the sensitive bud, while her fingers slowly entered between slick folds.
Emma's body lost control. Her mind went blank as she felt waves of ecstasy roll over her body causing her to shake with pleasure.
Breathlessly, she found no words as she tried to speak. Instead, her hands grabbed for her girlfriend as she brought her closer as she waited out the blissful feeling that washed over her.
"That was by far the best sex I've ever had." Emma confessed as her chest rose and fell at a quick rate.
She pulled Regina's hand against her chest and said, "Feel it?" Her heart was beating so hard it was as if it was going to burst from her chest any second. "You drive my body crazy." She said as she rolled over on top of Regina's body. "And now, I'm going to make yours feel the same."
Emma removed the last and only barrier that separated their nearly bare forms, Regina's black lace thong.
She dropped it somewhere off the side of the bed, not at all caring where it ended up.
Emma's body was on a high as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Leaning down on top of Regina, she moved to their rhythm, allowing slick folds to rub together.
Her body rocked as she watched varying emotions surface and fade in and out of Regina's face. Her eyes were clamped shut, as soft moans echoed from her beautiful lips.
"Open your eyes for me." Emma asked as she leaned down closer, kissing Regina with as much adoration she could.
Seeing in her eyes, Emma knew she was on the edge. Moving down, in between flawless legs, she slipped two fingers into her girlfriend, and sucked on her sensitive clit.
It was seconds later that she felt Regina tighten around her fingers. Her body lift off the bed as she reveled in ecstasy.
She never wanted to forget this moment, the moment she gave in and stopped waiting.
The two never planned to spend hours in bed together that day. Regina made plans for them to go into Boston together to visit Harvard. Those plans were no longer in play as the pair laid together in a heap of limbs.
Emma was asleep, snuggled warmly under the covers next to her girlfriend, who traced small patterns on Emma's skin. The blonde was spent from hours of orgasms that exhausted her body.
"God, I love you so much it hurts. Never did I think I'd fall in love again." Regina confessed to a sleeping blonde.
She slid from underneath the covers and noted it was late in the afternoon.
Walking into her closet, she threw on some riding clothes. Visiting Rocinante wasn't a part of the weekend plans, but given she was in town, she thought, might as well.
Leaning over her sleepy beauty, she kissed her lips, and brushed a blonde tendril from her face.
"Sweetheart." She said as she gently shook awake her girlfriend.
Emma's eyes slowly opened. Instantly she smiled up at the woman above her.
"Hey, I'm going to the barn for a few to visit Rocinante. Stay in bed." She said as she moved in for another kiss. "I promise, I won't be long."
Emma watched as Regina left. Her heart ached at the sudden separation, but figured the woman needed time and space.
Emma heard her confession. It didn't fall on deaf ears.
She was never the one to push, but she was certainly curious over this other mysterious lover Regina once was in love with.
Getting up, Emma walked into the master bath, turned on the shower and stepped in. Steam instantly fogged up the glass as she let the water soak into her skin.
Her body felt sore from the constant movements from earlier. Her skin in some places had hickey's and in others, scratch marks. Just the sight of the left over lovemarks cased her heart to thump harder against her chest.
Regina was everything to her now. She trusted her, she loved her, and she respected her.
Using Regina's over-priced shampoo, Emma scrubbed her previously sweat drenched hair clean, and washed the suds away.
While Emma finished her shower, she realized she'd washed away any doubt that lied in the depths of her mind like a sleeping lion. No obstacles would ever keep her from Regina again.
"That girl I brought here a while ago, Emma, I told her I loved her today." Regina spoke softly to her oldest friend, Rocinante. Her fingers played with his fringed mane as she continued to speak, "I never thought I would be able to move on from the loss of Daniel, but I did. I was so young when he died that It was so hard for me to make sense of his death. I always blamed my mother." Regina admitted out loud for the first time.
"She told him to leave that night from the house out of anger of catching us together." Her voice shook.
"He got into that car and he got into an accident and I never saw him again. Just like daddy." Regina cried. Every single person she loved died in a car accident.
"I loved him so much that I was broken from his death. All I could manage was one night stands with whoever I met first at a bar. I didn't care who they were, what they did, where they'd come from so long as I was able to feel… something." She spoke honesty. "But then I met Emma that night at the bar. She was supposed to be just another hook-up and a nameless face that I'd forget come morning, but I didn't forget her. I felt something for once. I felt precious to someone."
Regina leaned down and pulled out an apple from her bag. She started feeding the treat to her friend as she continued to talk openly, "I was wrong though. When I woke up that next morning, she was gone. I felt angry at first, at myself really, for not getting her number. I truly believed I'd never see her again." She started to laugh, "Boy was I wrong. On my first day at my new job, there she sat in the front row of my history class. Big doey eyes and just as shocked as me."
She turned and started preparing his saddle "Because some twist of cruel fate, she just had to be my student, who I helplessly have fallen in love with." She smiled warmly at the last part. She really loved Emma.
Standing in some of Regina's borrowed clothes, Emma shifted around different things in the freezer. The woman was very meticulous in her organization. Practically everything was categorized, which made it all that much easier to find frozen chicken.
Turning to the oven, Emma pre-heated it to 350 degrees, just as she was taught. She searched around in the cabinets for breadcrumbs, and different seasonings.
Emma pulled out the cutting boards and two different knives. She put the two pieces of chicken in the microwave to defrost.
Putting a saucepan on the stove top, she started to bring some salted water to a boil for broccoli.
Turning on some music, she started moving her hips to the beats, just as if her girlfriend was there with her cooking.
She picked up her cell phone and shot a quick text to just that person.
I miss you already. I'm attempting to cook for you, so hopefully the house is still standing when you get home.
Home. This place certainly felt like that to her. Wherever Regina was, that'd be home to Emma.
Trying to juggle all of the responsibilities and timing of each different item, Emma found herself a little overwhelmed. The kitchen timer was beeping, while the pot on the stove was whistling from steam billowing out, followed by white boiling foam.
"Shit." She cried out in a panicked rush to turn down the stove.
Reaching for a pot holder, she pulled out the golden chicken breast and laid it out on a cooling rack. It was now close to six, and Regina would be home any minute. Feeling distressed over the mess, Emma grabbed paper towels to dab up the water that overflowed. The spices she'd pulled out were haphazardly laid about the kitchen counter along with random utensils.
She, by no means, was as organized as Regina Mills.
Opening the cabinets, Emma replaced the items to where they belonged. Opening the dishwasher, she stacked dirty dishes and utensils.
Feeling slightly better, she wiped down the countertops and grabbed two plates for their dinner, the roasted chicken, the broccoli, and the garlic bread.
That's when it dawned on Emma. The garlic bread.
Funny how easily it was forgotten. She opened the stove and found charcoaled pieces of bread steaming from quite literally being burnt to a crisp.
Angry at her failure, she pulled out the pan and tossed the hard and crumbling bread in the trash.
Thinking quickly, she grabbed two pieces of toast, and some butter and drizzled garlic powder on each piece. Slipping them in the oven, she committed to memory to not forget this time around.
Emma set the table and placed their food neatly on each dish. Lighting a match, she lit two candles that sat between their seats. She smiled at that. Their seats. With her back to the door, she heard the a familiar key turn the knob.
"Oh hey babe, sorry about the mess." She licked her thumb clean of some garlic from the bread. "But good news is that the apartment is still standing and not burnt to ashes." She laughed to herself.
Emma's attention was taken away by her phone that buzzed on the table next to her.
She looked down at her girlfriend's name.
Hey sweetheart. Just getting in the car now. Be home soon!
Every muscle in her body grew stiff as a board. Reacting instinctively, she reached for her phone in case she needed to dial 911.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded a response. As she turned around to see another, much older woman, in the apartment.
"I think it's me that should be asking you that." The newcomer said, just as confused on who the blonde was.
Emma's features scrunched together as she tried to figure out how this woman had access to Regina's home.
"I'm Regina's girlfriend. Now, who are you?" She motioned as she gripped a hold of her phone.
"I'm your girlfriend's mother." The woman said with clear distaste for the blonde.
Emma didn't move. She remembered all of the things Regina had told her and how much she hated her mother. The woman practically pushed her to attempt suicide.
"What do you want?"
"To speak to my daughter." She said with a deceiving tone. The brunette stood on the other side of the room eyeing Emma up and down. Emma was dressed in a white button down, and Regina's skinny jeans, that were a tad too short for her. Her blonde hair was up in a messy ponytail and she wore little make-up.
Cora realized that Regina certainly had an unexpected taste. For starters, she had no idea her daughter liked women.
"She doesn't want you here. Please leave." Emma moved forward, more confidently now.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"It doesn't matter what my name is." She laughed to herself. She knew what this type of woman was like. She probably wanted to use her name so she could gain control over the situation.
"Well, whoever you are, who do you think you are to demand me to leave. I own this place and I will call the police on you for trespassing. My daughter isn't gay, so you're the intruder."
Emma never asked Regina about her past. She wasn't even sure if she was gay. For all she knew, she could be bi. Regardless of which, it didn't matter to her. She'd love her all the same. Something Ms. Mills would never be capable of.
"I mean it lady, you need to leave right now." She was not about to have this woman barge into their lives and ruin their romantic day. Everything was perfect. She refused to let this woman dictate anything. Let alone allow her to question her presence in a home that felt like her own. "You think you can just walk up in here and threaten to call the cops on me. You have no idea what I've gone through. Your empty threats don't scare me. You're all talk."
Just then, the front door opened.
"Sorry I took as long as I did." She turned and was met with two women, instead of one.
Instantly, Emma watched as the woman's features morphed into anger. "What are you doing here, mother?" She asked as she rushed over to where Emma was standing.
"Tell your pet to leave." The woman said.
"Excuse me?" She said with clear annoyance in her tone. Regina stepped in front of Emma, shielding her away from her mother. " What do you want?" Regina said with venom in her voice.
"What? A mother can't just drop by and see how her daughter is doing?" Cora tried to play dumb.
Cora never just dropped in. Anytime she showed up in Regina's home, it was because she was bearing bad news, or asking her to do something she didn't want to.
"You don't ever just drop by, you know that. Stop playing coy with me."
"I was concerned. You just haven't responded to my calls, that's all."
"What else do you want from me?" She said through gritted teeth.
"Don't talk to me in that tone, Regina. I'm your mother, you know better. I honestly was just concerned since you haven't responded to me," Her mother said.
"Ever think I was avoiding you? And please, mother, I will talk to you however I please. This is my home, now get out." Regina stepped in front of the other woman's face and stood her ground.
The woman laughed mischievously as she walked back to the door. Just before she went to leave, she turned and said, "Stop embarrassing yourself. And you-" The woman motion towards Emma, "You'll be old news soon, don't get comfortable. Regina isn't gay."
The door slammed shut.
"Are you okay?" Regina instantly asked Emma. "She didn't hurt you or anything, right?"
There were no words to describe how happy Emma was that her girlfriend finally stood up to her mother. She pulled her into a hug, and held her close. "No, shhhh." She tried to sooth. "I'm really okay. I'm sorry you had to walk in and see all of that. I'm so proud of you for standing up to her." She kissed Regina's temple. Regina stood a mere inch shorter than Emma, as she was, for once, not in her stiletto pumps. "Are you okay?" She knew was the better question.
"I think I'm more shocked than anything else. I wasn't expecting that." She said as she leaned her head on Emma's shoulder. "You didn't believe any of that, did you?"
"Of course not. I know better. Everything is fine, now. She's gone and I'm here for the evening and I'm not leaving you. I love you, Regina." Emma turned to motion towards now cold dinner, "I made dinner." She laughed. "How about we order a pizza instead since now it's cold."
The raven haired woman looked down a little disappointed. "I love you too and I'm sorry she ruined dinner tonight." Regina knew how excited Emma was over making them dinner on her own. "I can heat everything back up." She tried.
"No, don't, it's really okay. We can save it for tomorrow's lunch or dinner." Emma said as she started picking up the plates and taking them back into the kitchen.
Regina watched as her girlfriend took charge and started cleaning everything up and putting things away. She pulled out her phone and called one of the local Pizza joints and ordered them a pepperoni pizza.
"Emma." She said. "Thank you."
The honey haired blonde was confused and asked, "What for?"
"For being you. I couldn't ask for more." Regina warmly smiled as she gazed into olivine rich eyes.
"Want to watch some scary movies while we eat pizza?" She asked with a cheerful smile, despite the circumstances that interrupted their dinner.
"Oh god, what now, the exorcist movies?" She said with a tinge of disgust.
"That's a perfect idea!" Emma said as she walked over to the woman who she knew hated horror movies, but watched them solely for her. "Don't worry, I'll hold you when Linda Blair is possessed."
Smirking, Regina nodded her head, "I think that's a fair trade."
The pair sat on Regina's couch as they turned on Netflix and watched cheesy old movies. While their day didn't go as planned, it took them on a roller coaster with highs and lows. Nonetheless, at the end of that ride, they still had each other.