It's 11pm and I've only proof-read this once, so please forgive any mistakes. I wanted to get this up ASAP since I haven't given you, my dear readers, anything new in two weeks. I promise I'll be updating DMM-the sequel soon. But this is what wanted to be written today, so I hope you enjoy this offering instead :)
Warnings for: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Girl Penis (Emma), G!P, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Ejaculation, mentions of woman with a penis.
This is coming to you via request from one of my readers.
Regina hated camping. She hated it with a fiery passion. She hated that camping meant that she was not in her own home, with her own bed, and her own things. She hated the fact that everything at camp seemed dirty, not pristine like every surface in her house. She hated that all the bugs, especially the mosquitoes, seemed drawn to her simply because she despised them so much. She hated that there was no electricity, no running water. Basically, she hated that she was reminded of her life in the Enchanted Forest. She had brought everyone to the United States for a reason, damn it, and she did not understand why the townspeople enjoyed living like they were in a third world country.
But even worse than camping was tenting. Regina loathed tenting. She refused to tent, no matter how hard her son had begged her to go in the past, she had always refused. She was a queen, and queens did not tent. Who in the hell would choose to sleep in a polyester prison? Certainly not Regina. A tent was basically a glorified garbage bag in Regina's opinion. With "windows". Some of Regina's cheap garbage bags made their own windows too. That was why she switched to the expensive brand.
Regina hated not sleeping in her own home as previously stated, but this weekend, she was making an exception. She was going tenting. With the two idiots. But, Emma was going to be there. And their son. And Boo (Emma had never been able to call her brother by his given name, and Regina respected the fact that Emma's brother would forever, in their eyes, be called Boo). The reason Regina was going was Emma. It was always Emma.
After they had finally slept together last week, Emma had withdrawn from her. She hadn't physically run away, like Regina had feared, but she had pulled away from her. There was a distance now that hadn't been there before, and while Regina had prodded her about it, Emma hadn't exactly opened up. Telling Regina she was fine was not an acceptable response, not when she had been… not cold, but she sure as hell wasn't as warm and affectionate as she had been prior to their sleeping together. It hurt, if Regina were being honest, but not enough for her to give up. She wanted to know what was going on, and so she had agreed to Snow's "family camping trip" idea. Mostly because she'd been told she'd be sharing a tent with Emma, and Regina's thoughts about how much she hated tenting had flown out the window with the knowledge that she'd be sharing the confined space with Emma. Suddenly, tenting didn't seem quite so bad.
"Are you ready, mom?"
Regina looked up from the bag she'd been packing.
"Just about. Have you packed extra socks and shoes like I told you to?"
"Yeah. I brought lots of bug spray and a mosquito net for you. We still have time before ma gets here. I can get you a hazmat suit real quick if you want."
Regina narrowed her eyes at her son, lips twitching while he laughed.
"I still can't believe you're coming. If I'd have known as a kid that all it would take to get you to come would be to invite ma, I'd have done it a long time ago."
Regina cleared her throat, going to her dresser drawer and pulling out another pair of socks (that she really didn't need).
"Your mother has nothing to do with this decision," she denied (she still hadn't told Henry about the fact that she and Emma had… gotten closer). "It is a family trip. Am I not part of the family?"
"Of course you are," Henry replied, rolling his eyes at her deflection. "But I know ma is the reason you're coming."
Regina chose to say nothing. What more could she say?
"She's nervous about seeing you, by the way. She says she hasn't been avoiding you, but I know she has. I'm glad you're coming. You guys need to talk."
"Henry, this is not something I'd like to discuss with you."
"I know. But I'm not a kid anymore and I'm not blind."
"You are fifteen, my darling boy. You are still a child."
"But I'm not blind."
"No," Regina relented with a sigh. "You're certainly not blind. You're too observant for your own good."
Henry grinned.
"So, you gonna talk to her?"
"We'll see if your mother feels up to talking."
"She will. She didn't run, so that's a good sign. She just needs a little push I think. I don't know why she's so scared to be happy."
"It's not easy to understand, but your mother has suffered a lot in her life. We need to be patient with her."
"You've been hurt a lot too and you didn't run or freak out."
"No, but I've had much more time than she has to work through the pain of my past. Your mother's memories and the way that she has suffered are much closer to the surface. I want you to be kind to her, Henry. You may not be happy about the fact that she has pulled away, but she needs your support now more than ever."
Henry regarded his mother carefully, observing her for a moment before speaking.
"You've changed a lot, mom. You're the nice person now I always wanted you to be. I'm really proud of you."
A knot formed in Regina's throat as she swallowed against the sudden tears that built.
"Thank you, Henry," she forced out, smiling softly at him. "Now, gather your things. We don't want to keep anyone waiting."
Recognising the fact that his mom needed a moment, Henry headed to his room and grabbed his duffel bag. He jogged downstairs, adding the bag to the small pile of items they'd need for the weekend. He opened the door, moving the stuff to the porch and waiting there until his ma finally pulled into the driveway.
"Hey, kid."
"Hi, ma. Long time no see." That was the perfect way of making his point without being pushy, right?
"Yeah, sorry. Been busy at the station, but we'll get to hang out this weekend. You ready to go?"
"Yep. Mom's just getting her bag ready."
"Okay. You got everything you needed?"
"Yep," Henry answered, throwing his duffle in the back of Emma's SUV.
Emma made her way to the porch, grabbing a few of the bags there and throwing them in the back of the SUV. She was in the middle of rearranging the bags when she heard her son shout to his mother.
"Hi, mom! Ready to go?"
Emma looked up, breath catching in her throat at the sight of Regina in tight sweatpants and an oversized sweater. Her oversized sweater. When had she left it behind? Or, more likely, when had Regina stolen it from her closet? And why in the hell did Regina have to look so fucking good in her clothing?
"Yes, dear."
Regina shouldered her bag, smiling at Emma before turning around and locking the front door. She had chosen this outfit for a reason. She knew how Emma liked her in these pants, and the sweater, well, didn't everyone like seeing their girlfriend (or the woman they liked) wearing their clothes? It was a mark of possession, and by the end of this weekend, Regina planned on becoming Emma's. Officially. This was just the first step. They did need to talk first, but the fact that Emma was here in the first place was a good sign. It gave Regina the confidence to know that Emma was ready to talk. They just needed a moment together alone.
"Hello, Emma," Regina said, smiling brightly at the woman.
"Hey," Emma replied, a little more quietly than usual.
As much as Emma was happy to see Regina (she really had missed her), she was also really worried. She knew they needed to talk, but she was terrified of fucking things up, which was why she had pulled away in the first place. She couldn't help thinking about all the shitty things she'd done in the past, the way she'd fucked up so many of her relationships, the way she always felt the need to run when she felt tied down. She didn't want to hurt Regina. Regina had been so hurt in the past already, and she was too precious to ever risk being affected by the way that Emma always seemed to fuck up. Because Emma was sure that if either one of them were to fuck things up between them, it would surely be her.
Emma had no idea how to be in a normal relationship. It was great when she and Regina had been just friends, friends who curled up together on the couch, friends who got a little too close to be just friends, friends who looked at each other and caused butterflies in each other's bellies. It was safe then, when they were just friends. Emma had wanted Regina, yes. She'd wanted her badly, but there was something so safe in just being friends. Emma had plenty of friends. She knew how to be a good, supportive friend. But a good, supportive lover? Emma had no clue how to do that, how to not fuck things up when they got to be serious. Every relationship she had been in had either started off or had eventually turned toxic. She didn't want that to happen with Regina. So after they'd slept together- no, scratch that- after they'd made love, Emma had retreated. She'd been so happy to take that next step, thinking she was ready, but then her mind had replayed all the horrible relationships she'd had in the past, had reminded her of her inability to not fuck things up, and she'd panicked. Emma had needed to take a step back, terrified of losing her best friend. Emma's mind was in turmoil. They couldn't become lovers, girlfriends, because Emma couldn't lose Regina. She couldn't fuck things up the way she always seemed to whenever she took the next step with someone.
Pulling away from her thoughts, Emma looked over at the woman in question. Regina smiled at her so sincerely, so happily, that it caused Emma's heart to jump in her throat.
"Have your parents left yet?"
"Yeah, a few minutes ago."
The trio climbed into the car once it was loaded up. Emma stayed quiet for most of the ride, trying hard to concentrate on the road and not how wonderful Regina smelled sitting so closely to her, on her beautiful laughter as she reacted to their son's stories of school, on how desperately she wanted to move her hand from the gear shift to the knee not three inches away from her. Regina wasn't making things easier either, smiling and giggling in her direction, stroking her fingers along her arm whenever she spoke to her. She caused a tidal wave of emotion through Emma, most of it a boiling heat which settled low in her belly and caused her jeans to become tighter in the crotch. It was an incredible relief when they finally reached the end of the dirt road near the campsite. Emma was happy to dig out the heaviest items in the back of the car, hauling them onto her back and beginning the torturous climb to their camping spot. The ache in her muscles gave her something to distract her from the way Regina's ass moved with every step she took. Why the hell did she allow Regina to walk ahead of her? Stupid fucking move, Emma.
By the time they reached the campsite, Emma's back was on fire. The pain in her muscles did nothing to distract her from the way Regina moved though, and when Regina pulled off her sweater stating that she was "much too warm to continue wearing this", Emma's eyes stayed glued to her abdomen, breathing growing more shallow when she spotted a sliver of olive skin.
"Nothing going on between you two, huh?"
Emma snapped her eyes away, looking over to her father. The blush started before she could stop it. She shook her head in response.
"Shut up."
Charming laughed, clasping his daughter's shoulder.
"You're gonna make things right this weekend," he said, turning serious. "You can't keep this up. She's miserable. You're miserable. She's suffered enough in her life already. You both have. You deserve to be happy; you make each other happy. Fix it."
"It's not that simple."
"It is. You're making it complicated for nothing. Trust yourself for once, Emma. Trust Regina. If you tell her what's on your mind, she'll listen. She'll help you. You guys can work through this together."
"She's not going to want to talk to me anyway. I've been an asshole to her all week."
"She'll forgive you. You just have to make it up to her."
"How?"
"Well, you can start by being honest and telling her why you've been such a coward. Besides, she's not an idiot. She knows you well. She probably already knows what's going on, but it'll help open up the lines of communication if you actually talk to her and tell her yourself what's going on. You do want her, don't you?"
Emma sighed and nodded.
"Yeah. I do. More than I've ever wanted anyone," she admitted.
"Well then, stop being an idiot and go after what you want. Man up, girl."
Emma rolled her eyes, but she was grateful for his advice.
"Thanks, dad."
"Any time. Oh, and do me a favour?"
"Sure. What?"
"You guys are gonna make up, that's a guarantee. And I really don't wanna hear it when it happens, so uh, set up your tent over there, alright? Far away from ours."
"Dad!"
"What's your father done now?" Snow asked as she approached. "Hi, honey," she greeted, Emma with a kiss to the cheek. "So? What has he done?"
"Uh, nothing. Just telling me I suck as a fisherman."
"You do."
"Mom! I'm walking away from you two. Gonna find a new family."
Emma turned to hide her grin, pretending to storm off to where she'd put down the tent. She grabbed it and yanked it onto her back, her muscles reminding her that they hadn't yet forgiven her for the hike earlier.
"Need some help with that?"
Emma looked over at Regina, unsure of what to say. She did need help, but she worried it would be awkward between them. Emma had so much she needed to say.
"I've never put one of these together, but I follow direction well. From some people anyway," Regina said, smiling.
God damn it. Emma's mind blanked. Regina should not be allowed to look that sexy. It was really not fair.
"Emma?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I could use some help."
Regina smirked as she followed Emma away from the main area, stopping when Emma dropped the tent bag.
"Any particular reason we're so far away?"
"My dad said he didn't want us too close to them. Cause, I uh- I snore. Sometimes."
"You do not snore."
"Sometimes I do."
Regina raised an eyebrow.
"In all the times we've slept together, Emma, you've never once snored."
"We haven't- we've only once-"
Regina laughed at the way Emma stumbled through her retort.
"Open the bag, darling, before you hurt yourself trying to respond. Now tell me, how shall I grab the pole?"
"Think they'll make up?" Charming asked, leaning into his wife.
"They have to. Regina's been miserable all week."
"So has Emma. She's been moping around the station since Friday."
"Did you talk to her?" Snow asked, looking up at her husband.
"I did. I think she'll talk to Regina."
"I hope so."
"Mom's not gonna let her get away with not talking about it," Henry added, joining the conversation. "She only came so they could talk."
"Maybe we should give them some time alone?" Snow suggested.
"We only have a few hours before nightfall. We should get going now if we're gonna go," Charming stated.
Regina watched as Henry and the idiots approached, little Boo running up ahead and throwing himself in her arms.
"Hello, there. It's nice of you to finally come and greet me."
"I was busy playin' airplane with Henry!"
"Were you? And were you the pilot?"
"Uh-huh. And the plane! Now it's hiking time!"
Regina frowned as she set the boy down, looking over at her son.
"We're gonna go for a walk. Grandpa wants to show me the falls that are nearby."
"Why don't you wait a few minutes? Emma and I are still putting up the tent. We'll come with you."
"It's almost nightfall. We kinda wanna go now. Besides, ma doesn't like hiking much. Don't you want to stay here and keep her company?"
Regina read through the lines. She knew exactly what he was doing. Unfortunately, so did Emma.
"Kid. Not smooth. Totally know what you're up to."
"Henry's right, Regina," Snow said, ignoring her daughter. "We'll be back soon. Tomorrow we can all go together."
"Let's go!" Neal whined, tugging on Henry's hand. "No more talking."
Henry chuckled, sending one last glance to his mothers.
"We'll be back soon."
He led the way, Snow following closely behind. Charming, however, waited for a moment before turning to the two women.
"Talk," he said, pointing at the two of them. Before they could respond, he turned and jogged away.
"Subtle," Emma muttered, turning back to the tent.
"Your parents are anything but."
Silence fell between them, only broken by Emma's curt (but not unkind) instructions. When the tent was finally up, Emma walked over to the pile of bags and pulled out the one that contained the air mattress she'd brought for Regina. Emma was more than happy to lay on the ground, but Regina had flat out refused to do so.
"That's the air mattress?"
"Yeah. Looks thin but it works. You won't feel the ground. It's meant for like backpackers and stuff which is why it's not that big. But I promise it's effective."
Regina eyed her sceptically.
"We'll see."
Emma didn't respond, instead taking a minute to inflate the air mattress before putting it inside.
"You want the left or right side?"
"It doesn't matter."
It truly didn't matter, because they would be sleeping together on it this evening. Emma just didn't know it yet.
"Do you have the sleeping bag you brought for me?" Emma asked, after placing the mattress on the left side of the tent.
"Yes."
Regina walked over to Henry's duffel bag, pulling out the sizeable sleeping bag. It would be warm enough to keep away the chill of the night and just big enough that two people could sleep comfortably (if they were spooning… which is what Regina was planning on).
"Here."
"Thanks. And yours?"
"You've just placed it on the floor of the tent. I can't imagine why you would as I've no intention of sleeping on the ground."
Emma frowned.
"What?"
"My sleeping bag," Regina repeated, indicating the one Emma had just put in the tent, "is right there."
"I thought you said this one was mine?"
"It is."
Emma's eyes widened when she realised what Regina was saying. She immediately shook her head.
"Regina, we are not sharing a sleeping bag."
"Again, we'll see," Regina said lightly, walking away.
Emma, irritated, got up and made her way to the brunette. She turned her so that they were facing each other.
"You told me you'd bring us each a sleeping bag if I took care of the tent. Why would you only bring one?!"
"If you'll remember correctly, I said I would bring us a sleeping bag."
"Damn it, Regina! This isn't funny. I wanted my own sleeping bag. I didn't sign up for this- to share."
"What's the problem, Emma?" Regina replied. "You'll have to touch me after avoiding me for a week? You didn't seem to have much trouble touching me when we slept together."
"That isn't fair."
"No, you know what isn't fair, Emma?" Regina said, exasperated. "You avoiding me after an evening that meant so much to me. I understand you're working through your own problems, but you haven't even attempted to talk to me about them. This was my way of forcing you to finally stop avoiding me. So sue me for wanting to be close to you!" Regina turned, the tears an unexpected reaction to her outburst. She hadn't meant for that to happen.
Emma's heart wrenched in her chest. This was why she didn't do this shit. All she caused was pain.
"Regina…"
Regina shook her head.
"I'm fine." She took a deep breath before turning back around. "Will you just talk to me, Emma? Please? Tell me what's going on."
Emma opened her mouth, her heart and her head at war with one another. She owed Regina an explanation. She wantedto talk to her. But she couldn't. She didn't know how.
Regina sighed, defeated. For now. She would give Emma the space she needed and wait until she was ready to open up. She wouldn't force the issue, but she was truly disappointed Emma hadn't chosen to trust her. It hurt too, if she were honest.
"I'm going to take a walk." Regina said, trying to keep the hurt from her voice and failing miserably. "I need a minute."
Emma turned away, tears of frustration falling onto her cheeks. She sucked at communicating. She hated that she wasn't able to open up like everyone else seemed to be able to. She wanted to talk, but she didn't know how. She didn't know how to say what she was feeling. Hell, she wasn't even sure she knew what she was feeling.
Emma wandered around the campsite, putting away the rest of their things and gathering logs and kindling for the fire. She took out what they would need for supper, wondering if Regina would even be hungry when she returned. Regina was obviously upset, and she didn't eat when she was upset.
"Way to go, Emma," she muttered to herself.
She had just begun the campfire when she heard the sounds of her parents and the boys returning, looking up in time to see four smiling faces at her. She forced a smile back. She was happy to see them, especially the boys, but she was dreading the interrogation she knew she'd get from her parents.
"Where's Regina?" Snow asked.
And it starts.
"She took a walk. She'll be back soon."
Her mother regarded her closely, but Emma looked away, concentrating on the fire. When she was sure it wouldn't die out, Emma pulled away and handed each of the boys a stick, putting a wiener on each one.
"Hot dogs and macaroni for supper tonight, guys. Don't get too close to the flames or you'll burn your wieners!"
The boys laughed, and Emma grinned at her own joke.
"You're an overgrown child," Snow chided, smiling.
"Yep. And proud of it!"
"The talk didn't go well?" Snow asked, cutting right to the chase once the boys were out of earshot.
"Leave it, mom. I don't wanna talk about it."
Emma walked away, joining her father as he searched for fallen stumps to use as seats. They found several, but only three that would work (the others were either covered in bugs or completely rotten). They were still short two seats, but that wasn't what concerned Emma. The fact that Regina still hadn't returned was what made her nervous. Under the guise of finding more logs, Emma left the campsite.
"Don't wander too far, honey."
"I won't," Emma called back, heading in the same direction Regina had left earlier.
Emma wandered around, occasionally calling out Regina's name as she walked. There was a pond nearby that Emma knew about (and Regina would as well, given that she created this place). She headed towards the area, knowing how much Regina loved the water. Maybe she had stopped there for a swim.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Regina sitting on the edge of a rock near the pond. She headed over, stopping just behind her, debating what to say.
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to come and hunt me down. I'm surprised you left me for this long. I just want to be alone, Emma. I'll return once I'm ready."
"It's been hours, Regina. It's gonna get dark soon. We should go back."
Regina sighed.
"I shouldn't have come this weekend."
"What?" Emma asked, heart clenching at the resignation in Regina's voice. "Yes, you should have."
"No, Emma," Regina looked back, face betraying the sheer sadness she felt inside. "I shouldn't have. I'm intruding on your camping trip. I should be giving you the space you need. I apologise for not bringing an extra sleeping bag. I should have done as you asked."
The last two hours had given Regina a lot of time to reflect. She'd been wrong to do what she did. It amounted to trickery, and that wasn't who she was anymore. She wasn't the woman who forced people to do what she wanted. She wasn't the woman who manipulated others to get what she wanted. But that's what she was doing. Or, it is what she had planned on doing. She shouldn't have planned this, planned on tricking Emma the way that she had. Regina felt disgusted with herself for doing it in the first place. Would she really want to force physical contact on Emma when the woman clearly wasn't comfortable with that? Was she really going to be that person?
"I knew you needed space, that you need space, and I tried to force myself upon you. I'm sorry, Emma. That isn't the person I wish to be anymore."
Hearing the pain and remorse in Regina's voice sliced at Emma's heart. She was rooted to the spot momentarily, unable to move until Regina looked down and started walking away.
"Wait."
Regina stopped, but she didn't look up.
"No. No, I'm sorry. I didn't… This is my fault. I haven't- I haven't been honest with you. I've been hiding from you, hurting you." Emma shook her head. "I suck at this, Regina. I really suck at this. And I'm hurting you even though I'm trying not to. It feels like no matter what I choose, I'm gonna end up hurting you one way or another and you've been hurt enough in your life. I don't wanna hurt you more."
"Then don't hurt me," Regina said softly, taking a small step towards Emma.
"I don't know how to not do that."
"Stop shutting me out. Tell me what's going on. If you need space, tell me. Don't just let me figure it out the next day when you won't answer my calls and you give me one word answers in our text messages. I was over the moon, Emma. I was so happy, and then you ignore me like I'm… like I mean nothing-"
"You mean everything," Emma said firmly.
"Then show me that I do! Communicate, Emma, please. I'm just asking you to let me in. To talk to me. Show me I actually mean something to you."
Emma took the two steps it needed to close the distance between them and hauled Regina up by the arms until their lips met. Regina whimpered into the kiss, gripping Emma's shirt tight as she returned the kiss with as much fervor as Emma gave.
"You mean everything," Emma repeated, looking into Regina's eyes when she pulled back. "You mean everything to me, Regina, and I'm so scared to fuck things up with you. I pulled away because I thought being friends was safer. I know how to be your friend. I don't- I don't know how to be your… anything more. I can't lose you by messing things up between us."
Regina pulled one arm free, snaking it up between their bodies to cup Emma's cheek.
"You won't unless you keep doing stupid things like pushing me away. You're not in this alone, Emma. I'm right here with you. I'm here to help you. But I can't help you if you don't let me in, darling. Please stop pulling away from me. It hurts."
Tears of guilt spilled down Emma's cheeks at Regina's admission.
"I'm sorry."
Regina smiled softly at her, weaving her fingers in Emma's hair to pull her forward. She kissed Emma's temple before pulling her into a hug.
"You're forgiven, my love, as always. I just want you to talk to me, okay? No more pulling away."
"I'm sorry. I promise I won't."
"You're not alone, Emma. Not anymore."
Emma clung to Regina as tears spilled down her cheeks, her emotions causing a knot in her throat.
"I love you, Emma Swan, every part of you. There is no need for you to fear that you will do something to ruin things between us. You can't ruin anything so long as you are yourself. You pulling away from me this week was not you being yourself, it wasn't the Emma Swan I've come to know and love. That's why things haven't been right. But if you open up like you just did, if you let me in, you've nothing to fear."
Emma buried her face in Regina's neck, the tears turning to all out sobs as Regina spoke so softly to her, stroked her head so gently.
"I thought you'd hate me after I pulled away."
"Oh, love," Regina said with a smile, kissing her cheek. "You're such an idiot."
A bubble of laughter burst from deep within Emma, causing her entire mood to lift. She shook with laughter as she continued to hold onto Regina, nodding as she sniffled.
"I am an idiot."
"Yes, you are. But you are my idiot."
"I am," Emma said, the smile evident in her voice.
"Is this what you want, Emma?" Regina asked, hesitant. "Do you want this? Us? I don't want to force anything-"
"You're forcing nothing," Emma said, voice full of conviction. "I want you, Regina, more than I've ever wanted anyone. Don't doubt that for a second."
"Okay. Is there anything we should talk about?"
"I'm just… scared. Scared to fuck things up. Scared that things will turn toxic like they always seem to in my relationships."
Regina pulled back, looking into Emma's eyes.
"You are no longer the person you were in your youth. And I am not one of the people who helped things to turn toxic in your relationship. We're older now and we've learnt from our mistakes. And we will keep each other from repeating them. You pulled away from me, but you made the decision to open up, Emma. Life is about choices. We'll help each other make the right ones, okay?"
Emma nodded, leaning into Regina's embrace.
"Thank you."
Regina continued to hold Emma for a long time, long after the sun had finally set and a coolness had settled in the air.
"We should head back. They're probably worried."
"Or they figured I found you and we're talking. My mom was harping when she saw you weren't around."
"I'm not sorry she was harping on you," Regina teased, leading the way back to the camp, "that was your own doing."
"It was," Emma agreed, intertwining their fingers as they walked back.
They eventually returned to the campsite (after many pauses to kiss and let their hands wander), flushed but happy. Snow was the first to spot them, eyebrows raised and full grin on her lips as she noticed their identical smiles.
"You talked," Snow said by way of greeting.
"We did," Regina responded. "Where are the boys?"
"I'm not sure if you've noticed, Madam Mayor," Charming cut in, "but it is pretty late."
"Guess we were gone a while," Emma said.
"You were. We were getting a little worried," Snow admitted.
"We were fine. We just got carried away talking."
"Everything okay now?"
"Yeah, everything's good."
"Good. Are you hungry? We left you some macaroni and wieners."
"A dinner fit for a queen," Emma teased, grinning at Regina.
"Fetch me my dinner, peasant."
"As you wish, my queen," Emma replied, bowing deeply.
Regina chuckled and shook her head, taking a seat on one of the vacated logs. Rather than sitting next to her like Regina had expected, Emma sat between Regina's legs on the ground, leaning back against her chest. She passed up a plate of macaroni, Regina's eyes bulging at the sheer amount on the plate.
"I can't eat all of this."
"It's not all for you. I gotta eat too you know."
Regina said nothing, though her smile expressed the warmth she felt deep in her belly at the idea of sharing with Emma. There was something so intimate about sharing a plate with her.
"I'll make the hotdogs," Emma announced, putting two wieners on the stick she wielded.
"Don't burn mine."
"You're so bossy."
"Because you require an extraordinary amount of direction."
"…bossy."
Snow and Charming watched from the other side of the fire, both grinning at each other as they watched Emma and Regina 'bicker' (read: flirt). They barely spoke the rest of the evening, the two women lost in a world of their own as they laughed, teased, shared their meal, and occasionally, stole a kiss. Finally, at just past midnight, Snow and Charming decided to turn in. Emma and Regina didn't argue, the two women having been eagerly looking forward to cuddling in their tent to stave off the cold of the night. They all said their goodnights, and each couple went to their own tent.
Once she'd zipped the tent closed, Emma reached into her bag with the intention of grabbing her pyjamas. Regina, however, reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her from doing so.
"You don't need those," Regina whispered, not wanting to be overheard. "Just sleep in your boxer and your tank top."
"It's freezing, Regina."
"Don't you know it's easier to share body heat if you're undressed?" Regina replied, climbing into the sleeping bag in nothing but her underwear.
Emma watched Regina as she moved, eyes glued to the body on display. She then followed her lead, slipping in behind the slim brunette. Emma pulled Regina close, spooning her as they cuddled for warmth. Well, Emma cuddled for warmth. Regina, however, had other ideas.
"Thank you for opening up to me tonight, Emma."
"Thank you for being patient with me. I'm sorry I hurt you, Regina. I really, really am."
Regina nodded, taking Emma's hand and kissing her palm.
"You're forgiven, my love. It's over now."
"Thank you."
Emma kissed Regina's bare shoulder, trying hard to not to concentrate on the fact that Regina was pretty much naked and in her arms. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to will herself to sleep, but her eyes shot open the second Regina began shifting against her.
"I've missed you, Emma."
Emma bit hard on her lip, Regina's tone sending a spike of arousal right between her legs. She knew exactly what Regina was trying to do.
"Have you missed me too?"
"Regina," Emma croaked, "we can't."
"Why not?" Regina asked innocently, bringing Emma's hand to her lips and sucking hard on her index finger. She smiled when she heard a whimper from behind, Regina rocking her hips backwards into the hardness that was suddenly pressing against her lower back. "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do. But… we'll be heard."
Regina waved her hand, a shimmer of magic falling upon the tent.
"Now we won't."
"You're so not playing fair."
Regina brought Emma's hand down and pressed the palm against her breast.
"No, I'm not."
Emma groaned heavily into the back of Regina's head, her hand automatically squeezing the soft breast in her hand. Regina's breath hitched, and Emma's fingertips plucked at the hardened tip before massaging it gently.
"You feel so good."
"As do you, my love. Take off your clothes. I want to feel you."
Emma hesitated.
"Are we seriously going to have sex while my parents and our kid are in the tent right next to us?"
"They're not next to us. They are on the other side of the camp. They'll be none the wiser. Now, unless you'd like me to take care of this myself, you'll do as you were told."
"That would actually be really hot. I'm definitely down for watching you masturbate."
"You'll be stuck with blue balls, Miss Swan. I won't be touching you in return."
"Less hot." Emma immediately ripped off her clothes, throwing off her tank top and kicking her boxers to the bottom of the sleeping bag. "There."
Regina grinned.
"You listen well."
"With the right incentive," Emma replied, tugging Regina so that she'd turn onto her back.
Regina did as Emma asked, flipping onto her back. Before Emma could lean forward and kiss her though, Regina smiled sultrily and slowly began inching her panties off.
"Oh fuck," Emma groaned, when she realised what Regina was doing. "You are so fucking hot."
Emma leaned forward and crashed their lips together, the arm that she wasn't leaning on reaching out to grab Regina's hip. She yanked the woman close, plunging her tongue into Regina's mouth.
Regina reached up and grabbed Emma's hair, pulling her even closer as she kicked her panties the rest of the way off. She then freed her right hand, sliding it under Emma's side and tugging on her hip.
"Up. I want you on top of me."
"Yes," Emma quickly agreed, groaning loudly against Regina's lips as she slipped between the woman's soft thighs. Her rock hard length pressed against Regina's lower lips, the heat and wetness causing it to stiffen further.
Regina rocked her hips the second she felt Emma's hard length between her thighs, feeling it part her lips as it slipped between her folds. They kissed heavily as Emma's hand wandered up and down Regina's body, kissing and squeezing anything it could. Regina quickly became dizzy with pleasure, tongue plunging into Emma's mouth as her belly grew hot with arousal.
"Fuck," Regina panted as she bucked her hips, her clit grazing along Emma's cock with every stroke. "Fuck. So good."
When Regina threw her head back, Emma leaned forward, hips rocking against Regina's as she attacked her throat. She nipped and sucked on the sensitive flesh, tongue and teeth exploring the exposed area. Her dick throbbed with the desire to be nestled within Regina's hot cunt, the memory of last time fuelling her need.
Regina tilted her hips as Emma's hardness probed her folds, desperately wanting it inside. But Emma avoided her entrance on every up stroke, making Regina mad with need.
"Inside, Emma. I want you inside of me."
Regina felt delirious with pleasure. Her head was swimming, eyes squeezed shut as she continued to rock her hips against Emma's length. Her clit was aching, growing harder and needier with every swipe it made against Emma's cock. She was dripping with arousal, wetness coating her thighs, sliding down her ass. She was blinded with the need to have her lover inside, having waited over a week now to have Emma fuck her into oblivion once again.
Emma wanted that too, needed it too, but after last time, she wasn't going to take any chances.
"You aren't ready yet."
"I'm ready," Regina growled, reaching down for Emma's cock.
Emma intercepted her hand, pulling it away.
"Not yet," Emma said calmly, fingers finding their way between Regina's legs. "No pain this time. Let me get you ready."
"A little pain never hurt anyone," Regina said impatiently, gasping when Emma's fingers took their first swipe between her folds.
"Fuck, Regina. Christ. You're soaked."
"I told you. Fuck me, Emma."
Emma groaned against Regina's throat, her hardened length jumping at the words. God, she wanted to be buried inside of her so badly. Not yet though. Regina had to be ready.
Emma turned her head, sucking on Regina's ear lobe as her fingers circled her clit before sliding down to her entrance. She teased in first one, then two fingers, waiting until Regina jerked her hips encouragingly to plunge them both in all the way. She pushed them in and then pulled them nearly all the way out, eyes squeezed shut as she reveled in the feel of Regina's tight heat clinging to her fingers. She continued pushing in and out, panting harshly as her arousal grew. Fuck, it was incredibly hot to feel Regina like this, to have the woman moaning beneath her, hips rocking into her hand as Emma fucked her cunt.
"Rub your clit, baby. I wanna put another finger in you."
Regina nodded eagerly, hand making its way down and stroking her clit.
"Fuck, Emma. Another. Add another."
Emma complied, slowly introducing a third digit as Regina moaned and bucked against her hand.
"So beautiful, baby. So sexy."
Regina moaned as she rubbed her clit, free hand pinching and stroking her nipple. Emma's fingers felt so good inside of her, stretching her open as they plunged inside and rubbed her G-spot. She could feel herself climbing, approaching orgasm much more quickly than she expected.
"Emma, please. Inside. I'm going to come."
Emma nodded into her shoulder.
"I want you to come before I go in. Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers just like you're gonna squeeze my cock when I fuck you into this mattress."
"Fuck!" Regina's stomach dropped and her back flew up off the mattress, head digging into her pillow as her hips bucked wildly against Emma's fingers. "Emma, please. Please. Fuck. Emma. Harder!"
Emma did as she was told, shifting to relieve the cramp in her arm as she began pummeling Regina's G-spot with her fingers.
"Come for me, baby."
Regina cried out, nodding into the pillow as she began to do just that. She bit hard on her lower lips, eyes squeezed shut as the heat of pleasure slowly built inside of her and then exploded, spilling over as the waves of her orgasm came crashing down her body. Regina shouted, jerked, spasmed against Emma, heels digging into the sleeping bag as she rocked hard against the fingers plunging into her body. A second orgasm hit as Emma twisted her fingers and began relentlessly stabbing her G-spot, sending her crashing over the edge again. Regina's left hand flew down to grip the sleeping bag, grounding her as she peaked for a second time.
Emma watched her, eyes taking in every visible inch of Regina's beautiful form as she climaxed. Never before had Regina looked more beautiful than then, face etched in an expression of painful pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, body vibrating with desire. When she collapsed, Emma stared at her heaving chest, licking her lips before leaning forward and sucking on one of Regina's hardened nipples.
"Oh!" Regina cried out, a shockwave of pleasure rippling through her body the second Emma's mouth connected with her sensitive nipple. "Fuck. No more. Please."
Emma reluctantly pulled away, snuggling into Regina's side as she enjoyed the feeling of the woman's pussy clenching against her fingers.
"Should I pull out?" Emma asked in a whisper.
"No. Don't," Regina said, voice still breathy. "I like feeling you inside of me while I spasm. I like the way you fill me." Regina enjoyed the way her walls gripped Emma's fingers, liked that they were stretched around the slim digits as they recovered from her orgasm.
"Fuck," Emma breathed, her cock more than ready to plunge deep inside of Regina. Emma waited, however, keeping her hips as still as possible as she patiently waited for the woman to come down from her high.
Regina's eyes eventually fluttered open, and she let out a deep moan as she stretched. She gasped when she felt Emma's fingers still inside, moaning again when the digits gently stroked her walls.
"Gods. You are so good."
Emma chuckled, removing her fingers as gently as possible before leaning forward to kiss Regina deeply. Emma shivered as Regina's nails slowly scratched down her back, causing her dick to jerk against her lover's hip with anticipation.
"My, my, my," Regina purred. "It seems someone wants my attention."
Regina slowly brought her right hand between their bodies, circling it around Emma's groin but not actually making contact with where her attention was needed.
"Regina," Emma begged. "I need you."
"Shh, I know, darling."
Regina flattened her palm, stroking it up and down Emma's thigh before finally trailing her fingers to Emma's hardened length. She wrapped her fingers around the base, giving it a firm squeeze before dragging her hand up and over its weeping tip. Emma's hips jerked automatically, and she let out a deep groan as Regina stroked and squeezed her.
"Regina," Emma panted, "you gotta stop. I'm already close."
"Why? Are you going to come on me rather than inside of me, my love? I'm not sure I would be opposed to that…"
Emma groaned.
"Fuck, woman. You're gonna be the death of me."
Regina laughed, giving Emma one last squeeze before spreading her knees further apart. She then looked up at Emma, locking her gaze as she swiped the tip of her cock between her soaked folds.
"I want you inside of me now, Emma. I want you to come and spill everything inside of me as deep as you can."
Emma's stomach dropped low in her belly, the pang of desire hitting her hard. She had no words. She couldn't speak. Instead, she simply nodded and tilted her hips forward, maintaining eye contact with Regina as the woman guided her to her entrance. Emma slowly, carefully pushed the tip inside, both women groaning as she breached her opening.
"Gods, Emma. You're so thick."
"Too much?"
"Never," Regina assured her, knees coming up to cradle her hips. She then pushed down on Emma's lower back, hinting that she wanted more.
Emma went willingly, pushing another inch inside and watching Regina's face carefully. When the woman winced for a second, Emma immediately halted her actions, shifting gently and worming her right hand between their bodies. She easily found Regina's clit, circling it gently. Regina relaxed into her touch, moaning and nodding as she rocked her hips.
"Just like that, my love. More."
Emma slowly guided herself inside, panting as she fought against the urge to buck inside as hard as possible. Regina continued to buck her hips against Emma's invading member, clit pulsing with pleasure as Emma's fingers rubbed it gently. The burning stretch between her legs fuelled Regina's need, and by the time Emma was completely buried, Regina was on the brink of coming.
"I'm not going to last long, Emma. Especially if you keep touching my clitoris."
Rather than backing off, Emma switched to her thumb, covering more of the sensitive little bud as she rubbed against it.
"Fuck!" Regina cried, hips jerking both away and then towards the pleasurable touch. "Oh, Emma. Please."
Emma, no longer able to deny Regina now that she was buried inside of her, instantly responded to her begging and pulled back before slamming back inside.
"FUCK!" Regina screamed, nails digging into Emma's back as she clung to her for dear life. "Yes! Yes! More. Harder, Emma. Just like that."
Emma was no longer able to think. The only thing she could do was respond to her need to fuck her dick harder into Regina's tight, clinging heat. Encouraged by the moans and pleas tumbling from Regina's lips, Emma began a punishing rhythm between her lover's legs. Had she had any semblance of coherency, Emma might have been worried about how hard she was fucking Regina, but right now, the only thing she could concentrate on was the need to drive her cock deeper inside of Regina's hot cunt. Emma pounded into her over and over again, beads of sweat trailing down her back as her hips slammed into Regina. Emma chased her rapidly approaching orgasm, plunging in Regina over and over.
Regina didn't last another second before a scream was ripped from her lips, nails digging deep into Emma's back as her orgasm tore through her body. Her ass was repeatedly slammed into the sleeping bag, but Regina didn't notice, her legs scrambling for purchase as Emma ripped a third and then a fourth orgasm from her body. Regina jerked and bucked as she rode out her pleasure, stars bursting beneath her eyelids as Emma's own scream filled the tent.
The second Regina came, Emma was unable to fight her own orgasm. Hearing Regina peak, feeling her cunt squeeze the life out of her dick, the wetness spilling from between her legs, threw Emma over the edge. She pummeled her hips into Regina's cunt once, twice, before she cried out and gripped Regina's thigh tight, keeping herself buried as deeply as possible while she spilled inside of her lover.
A deep shiver raced up Emma's spine as she emptied herself inside of Regina, her body covered with a sheen of sweat from the sheer exertion of their love making.
"Jesus Christ," she panted harshly.
"No, darling. It's just me," Regina teased, giggling loudly when Emma collapsed against her and nipped at her shoulder.
"I think you may have killed me."
"But what a way to go."
"You got that right. Fuck. Fuck," Emma repeated, stressing the word. "I have never come that hard."
Feeling incredibly lazy all of a sudden, Emma dropped forward onto Regina's body. They panted heavily against one another, groaning when Regina's spasming muscles finally pushed her limp cock out.
"When you feel smothered," Emma eventually said, "tell me and I'll move."
"Okay."
They stayed cuddled together until finally their breathing returned to normal, Regina quickly realising that Emma was a lot heavier than she looked. Feeling Regina shift beneath her, Emma pulled away slightly.
"Time to move?"
"Time to move," Regina confirmed. "You're heavy."
Emma chuckled.
"I resent that."
When Emma pulled away, Regina shifted, expression morphing with disgust.
"You okay?"
"Yes, but we made quite a mess. There's a giant wet spot beneath me."
Emma laughed loudly.
"The evidence of my skill, baby."
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Well say goodbye to it because I am not sleeping on it."
"Bye bye."
Regina shook her head, drying the sleeping bag with a wave of her hand before shifting onto her side. She winced as she turned, the ache between her legs becoming evident now with movement. It had been a very, very long time since she had been fucked so enthusiastically.
"I'm definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow."
Emma laughed into her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Regina's waist.
"Worth it?"
Regina sighed contently as her eyes slipped closed, incredibly relaxed in Emma's arms.
"So worth it," she mumbled sleepily.
Emma yawned into her neck, placing a soft kiss to the back of her head.
"I'd say sorry, but I'm not."
Regina snorted, shoulder shaking with giggles. She could hear the smug pride in Emma's voice.
"Goodnight, my darling. I love you very much."
Emma's chest warmed at the words, her thumb stroking Regina's belly affectionately.
"And I love you, Regina Mills."
"No more running away, okay?"
"Never again," Emma vowed.
Regina, safe and secure with Emma's promise, fell blissfully asleep in the arms of the woman she loved.