What's this? TWO updates in one day? You lot are spoiled.
"Regina, sweetheart, wake up. It's almost six."
Regina groaned and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head.
"I know, honey," Emma said with a chuckle, sitting next to Regina's hip. She reached out and stroked her back, smiling down at her. "But my parents are going to be here in an hour, and you still need to get ready."
"I've changed my mind. Rent the billboard."
Emma laughed.
"Too late. You've already knitted the booties and I've already woven the bamboo basket. And they're expecting dinner."
"I cannot believe it is already Friday," Regina mumbled, her nerves returning now that she was awake. She'd been anxious for the last three days, ever since that evening on the couch when they decided they were going to tell Emma's parents about the pregnancy. "It's come too soon."
"Don't worry, baby," Emma said soothingly, placing a soft kiss on Regina's forehead. "It's gonna be fine. Now get up and get ready. They're going to be here in fifty seven minutes."
Emma stood, helping Regina out of bed and pulling her into her arms when she was standing.
"I love you," she said into her ear. "Very much."
"I love you too, darling."
Emma took a deep breath, breathing in Regina's scent before placing a kiss against her throat. She gave her one final squeeze and then pulled away, knowing that if she didn't leave soon that Regina wouldn't be ready in time.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything, okay?"
"Alright. Thank you."
Regina closed her bedroom door before removing her pyjamas, placing them beneath her pillow. She then padded over to her walk-in closet, slipping into the stretchy dress pants and the shirt Emma had gotten her. She then put on the loose green and gold sweater she had chosen earlier to finish her ensemble. It was a little formal, but this was one of the few outfits that still fit her without giving away that she was pregnant (or getting fat). Her dresses were all too tight, as were her jeans. She still had one skirt, two pairs of work pants, and a few tops left, but that was it. Regina had been putting on a lot more weight recently, and she was in desperate need for clothes. She and Emma would have to take a drive out of Storybrooke to go maternity clothes shopping very soon.
After dressing, Regina made her way to the bathroom and put on her make up, though she only put on a light layer. Her skin had become incredibly sensitive, so she'd been forced to cut back on the amount of products she put on it. Emma had said she preferred her natural look, but Regina did not. She liked the heavier make up, liked the professional look she had perfected throughout her years as mayor. She disliked that without that mask, she was laid bare for all to see. At least with the make up, Regina felt more protected against the world.
"You had better be as cute as your brother to make up for all the trouble you're causing your mother," Regina warned, rubbing her stomach. A smile settled on her lips as she envisioned holding her baby, knowing that every sleepless night, every regurgitated meal, every blemish on her skin was absolutely, unequivocally worth it. "I can't wait to meet you."
"You and me both."
Regina gasped, a blush tainting her cheeks as she realised she'd been caught speaking to her stomach.
"Ma said to come get you," Henry said sheepishly. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's alright, my little prince. I didn't hear you."
"I'm not so little anymore, you know. I'm taller than you are. You're going to have to come up with another name for me now that soon there's going to be someone who is actually little around."
Regina approached her son, wrapping an arm around his waist as she followed him out of her room and down the stairs.
"No matter how old you get, no matter how tall you become, you will always be my little prince."
"Even when I'm forty?"
"Always," Regina repeated.
Henry said nothing, though it warmed him inside to know that his mom felt that way.
"Are you ready for dinner?"
"Yep. I'm ready for dessert too," Henry said, pulling up his button down to reveal the shirt hidden underneath. It was the one his mothers had presented him with when they announced he was to have a younger sibling. This is what an awesome big brother looks like.
Regina chuckled as she reread the shirt.
"Yes it is. Do you have your grandfather's shirt?"
"Yep. And I have grandma's basket too. We're all ready."
"Has your mother burnt the turkey penne bake I prepared?"
"No, surprisingly. She followed your instructions, and it looks awesome. It's just broiling now. It should be almost done. It smells so good."
Before Regina could respond, the doorbell rang. Henry's face lit up, a smile breaking across his lips. He had been eagerly awaiting this evening, excited to tell the news about the baby to his grandparents. He did not share the same reservations his mother had, convinced his grandmother would respond as well as his grandfather had.
Regina headed to the kitchen, suddenly wanting to be in the safety of Emma's presence. She felt worried, and she hated herself for feeling so vulnerable. Emma, bless her, seemed to sense her mood and immediately pulled her into her arms.
"It's gonna be fine, baby. I swear to you, my mom's gonna flip but in a good way. She's gonna cry, she might do that little shrieking thing she does when she's excited. But overall, it's gonna be fine."
Regina nodded and, upon hearing voices approach the kitchen, pulled away to stand against the island.
"….it's gonna be so good. Mom's turkey penne is like the best thing ever." Henry entered the kitchen, beaming at his mothers. "Grandma and grandpa are here. Is dinner ready? I'm starving."
"It's ready," Emma confirmed, pulling the dish out of the oven and placing it on top of the stove. She then walked over to her mother, placing a kiss on her cheek before nodding to her dad. "Hey."
Regina grabbed the pot holders and led the way into the dining room, indicating where Charming and Snow were to sit and then took her own seat. She placed the pot holders in the centre of the table, just in time for Emma to put down the hot dish.
"Watch your hands when you're serving yourself so you don't burn yourself."
Emma smiled warmly at Regina as she pulled her chair forward, unknowingly easing some of the brunette's nerves. It'll be fine, Regina told herself, and if she reacts poorly to the news, Emma will be here. Regina realised she truly did believe it, that Emma would stay even if her mother disapproved, and she calmed significantly upon this realisation.
"So how you doing with Boo being on his first sleepover? Have you been texting Eric and Ariel every five minutes since you left their place?" Emma teased.
"No," Snow replied.
"Your mother's doing better than expected. She's only texted three times so far."
"And when did you drop him off?"
"At four."
Emma laughed. That had been just over three hours ago.
"You laugh but I'm sure you would be just as nervous leaving your child for the first time," Snow defended herself, though her tone wasn't unkind.
Emma shrugged.
"We'll see how I do," she answered, ignoring her mom's look of confusion.
"By the way, this is delicious, Regina," Charming complimented, taking another healthy bite of the turkey bake. "I definitely need this recipe."
Regina nodded after swallowing her bite.
"I'll be sure to pass it along. It's quite simple to make. Even Emma has successfully made it."
"Hey!"
Henry snorted.
"You're not the best cook, ma. Admit it."
"I have other qualities," Emma said glumly, stuffing a bite of pasta in her mouth.
"Yes you do, dear," Regina responded, a smirk on her face.
They continued chatting amiably during the rest of the meal, Regina's nerves returning full force when Henry brought out dessert. She politely declined a piece of the cherry pie, knowing that if she had any, she would be rushing for the toilet. Her stomach was no longer complying, riddled with nerves now that the moment of truth had arrived.
"You okay?" Emma asked softly, reaching out to squeeze her wrist.
Regina nodded.
"Nervous."
"Remember what I said, baby," Emma reminded, lifting Regina's hand and kissing her knuckles.
"What has you nervous, Regina?" Snow asked, finishing her bite of pie. "Everything okay?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"Ready to do it now?" Emma asked, glancing to area where the basket was hidden in the china cabinet.
"No, but we should do so before I vomit."
"Do what?" Snow asked.
"Henry?" Regina asked, nodding to the china cabinet.
Henry eagerly got up, opening the door to the cabinet and grabbing the bamboo basket. He then snatched the top that had been hiding next to it, handing it to his grandfather (while keeping the writing carefully hidden). Henry placed the basket on the table before his grandmother, pulling her empty plate away so that it wouldn't be in the way.
"What's this? It isn't my birthday."
"Just a little something I made," Emma responded, grinning over at Regina. "Get it?"
Regina rolled her eyes.
"You made this?" Snow asked, impressed. "It's beautiful."
"It's amazing what you can learn on YouTube. Open it. The lid comes off."
Suddenly nervous herself, Emma reached out for Regina's hand and laced their fingers together. Four sets of eyes were glued to Snow, watching her slowly remove the lid of the basket. Her movements halted suddenly when her eyes landed on the contents inside, lid hovering between her fingertips a foot above the basket.
Snow stared, eyes locked on the white woolen hat she saw inside. She carefully reached in, gently pulling it, along with perfectly crocheted white booties, out of the basket. Her mouth dropped open, eyes immediately darting to Regina.
The room was perfectly silent, but Regina wouldn't have heard a stampede of elephants for the sound of the blood rushing in her ears. Her heart was pounding madly in her chest, her throat a desert, and when her eyes locked with Snow's, they welled with tears.
"No," Snow said with disbelief. "You're not. You're joking."
"It's not a joke," Regina finally croaked, when she found her voice, "grandma."
Snow suddenly screamed, then promptly burst into tears. The room filled with her shrieks of excitement as she practically leapt over the table to throw her arms around Regina. Her hands still clutched the booties and hat tight as she pulled Regina into a hug, tears spilling down her cheeks as she made eye contact with Emma.
"She's pregnant? She's pregnant? It's for real?"
"Yeah, mom. It's real. She's pregnant."
Another sob broke from Snow's chest, her arms tightening around Regina. She was overwhelmed with happiness, unbelievably excited to hear the news that she would once again be a grandmother.
"Are you serious? How? When? I didn't know you were even trying!"
Emma chose to believe those were rhetorical questions, keeping quiet rather than answering them. Her mother didn't repeat herself, instead repeating the fact that she was "just so excited".
Henry removed his button down to reveal the shirt beneath it. He then turned, grinning at his grandfather, who had proudly thrown on his own shirt and was beaming back at his grandson despite his wife's hysteria. Regina glanced over at Charming, whose smile softened considerably when their eyes met.
"Congratulations, Regina," he said, approaching her and squeezing her arm. "I might not have screamed, but I am really excited."
Regina let out a watery chuckle, and when she was finally released from Snow's embrace, she was quickly wrapped up in Charming's arms.
"I'm so happy for you and Emma," he said sincerely, glancing over at his daughter (whose turn it now was to be smothered by his wife). "You are going to be wonderful parents. Again."
"Thank you for all that you've done," Regina said softly. "Thank you for being there for me, and for her. For us, when we needed you."
"I will always be here when you need me, Regina. We have a pretty dark past together, but that's where it lies. Now, I'm looking forward to a future that involves you, Henry, my daughter, and this new baby."
Regina nodded against his shoulder, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks at his words.
"Thank you."
Regina pulled away and then went over to her son, pulling him into a hug.
"Told you she'd react well, mom. She's so happy."
"I'm very relieved, dearest. I was worried, but not anymore."
Henry gave her a quick squeeze before pulling back, not wanting to miss his grandmother's entertaining reactions (she was still crying and waving her arms excitedly). Regina stepped away from her son, returning to where Snow and Emma were standing. Snow had calmed down (though her arms were still flapping), finally gaining enough control over her emotions that she had stopped shrieking.
"Did you wear the shirt?" Emma asked her with a grin.
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I wore the shirt," she said, pulling off her sweater to reveal the clingy white t-shirt beneath.
"Oh shit, I'm pregnant," Snow read, laughing when she'd finished. She took a deep breath and laughed again, elated at the news that she was going to be a grandmother once again. "This isn't a prank?" she asked, looking down at the crocheted items in her hands before glancing up at the two women before her. "You're serious."
Regina pulled open one of the drawers of the china cabinet and removed an ultrasound photo from inside.
"Perhaps this will make it more real," she responded, handing it over to Snow. "Meet your newest grandchild."
Snow tucked the bonnet in the crook of her elbow before grabbing the photo, her eyes filling with tears all over again as she looked down at the sonogram. She could perfectly make out a head and a torso, tears spilling down her cheeks as she caught her first glimpse of her grandchild.
"Do you know what it is?" she finally asked, looking up at Regina.
"No. And we won't be finding out, not until he or she is born."
Snow nodded, looking back down at her grandchild's picture. She then glanced up at Regina's stomach, which she had noticed had been growing recently.
"I thought you were just getting fat," she blurted out, relieved when Regina laughed and didn't become offended. "Sorry."
"No, it's true. I've been putting on weight. I don't quite look pregnant yet, just overweight."
"I find you look pregnant," Emma countered. "Pregnant and beautiful."
Regina smiled warmly at Emma, her gaze pulling away when she felt a hand on her belly.
"Is it moving yet?" Snow asked.
"I haven't felt anything yet, though not for a lack of trying. I have been waiting to feel flutters."
"How far along are you?"
"Two days shy of fourteen weeks."
Snow nodded, hand rubbing back and forth over Regina's baby bump.
"You're nearly at your second trimester. That was my favourite time. Enjoy it because the third trimester is terrible." Snow squatted down before Regina, smiling at her belly. "Hi, baby. It's grandma. I've just heard you existed. I can't wait to meet you. In a few months though, you stay in there and keep growing. I am eager to find out if you're a boy or if you're going to be a girl."
Regina schooled her face when Snow leaned forward and kissed her stomach (talking to her stomach, despite not thoroughly enjoying that, was something she could tolerate. Being kissed by Snow? Too much). Thankfully, the woman took a step back and joined her husband, staring up at him with a dopey smile.
"We're going to be grandparents again."
"I know," Charming said with a grin, tapping on his shirt. "I can't wait."
"Me neither. I can't believe you've kept this a secret for so long," Snow said, turning to the women. "Will you be telling others now? I'm… not the only person who has noticed that Regina is um, growing."
Regina glanced at Emma and then at Henry, smiling.
"I believe it is safe to tell others now."
Henry nodded eagerly. He was beyond ecstatic to start shopping for the baby. He loved kids, and he was genuinely looking forward to buying stuff for his new brother or sister. Secretly, he hoped he'd be named godfather too. He hadn't said it aloud, hadn't asked or hinted to his mothers, but it had been a thought on his mind ever since his mothers had announced the pregnancy.
"There's a few people I'd kinda like us to tell personally," Emma said, inadvertently interrupting her son's thoughts, "and then the rest of the town can just find out by word of mouth."
"When's your official due date?" Snow asked, suddenly realising she didn't know. She was still so excited, her mind already thinking about all the gifts she was going to buy for the new baby. She knew as soon as she got home, she'd be checking baby stores online.
"May 15th."
"That's so far away, but it's going to come so quickly." Snow then turned to Charming. "Let's go home. I have shopping to do."
"Honey, we don't know what she's having."
"A baby, Charming. She's having a baby. And babies are expensive and need lots of things and grandma will be buying so many of them. Let's go," she said eagerly, nudging his shoulder.
David did as he was told, looking over at his daughter and shooting her a helpless look. Emma chuckled.
"This is your future. Don't laugh, baby girl. Regina is just as bossy."
"Bossier, in fact," Regina said without a hint of shame.
"Yes, yes, we're all bossy. Now move," Snow said impatiently. "Time to go."
David grabbed his wife's hand and headed for the front door. They stopped at the entrance, put on their shoes, both grinning widely when they made eye contact with the two women and their grandson.
"Thank you for dinner, Regina." Snow then bent down until she was at eye level with Regina's stomach. "Bye, baby. Grandma loves you!"
Henry bit back a snort, but when he made eye contact with his mom, he couldn't help but grin.
"I see you, Henry Mills. Come and give your grandmother a hug. You, I can smother with love right now." Snow wrapped her arms around her grandson and kissed his cheeks until he whined and pulled away, laughing at his disgust. "That's what you get for laughing at your grandmother."
Henry grumbled while the adults said their goodbyes, Emma holding Regina around the waist as they waved off their guests. When her parents had left the driveway, Emma steered Regina back into the house, still holding her tight as they faced their son.
"So, night in with your parents?"
"Uh, actually… Nick invited me over for a Poker night with the guys. Is it okay if I go?"
Emma sighed dramatically.
"If you must."
Henry nodded, kissing both of his mothers on the cheek.
"Thanks!"
"You'll be home before eleven, Henry Mills," Regina warned.
"Yes, sir," he said, laughing as he ducked away from her swatting hand. "Love you!"
Emma chuckled into Regina's temple, giving it a quick kiss before asking what they should do for the evening.
"I still have a kitchen to clean."
"I think you mean I still have a kitchen to clean. You can sit and supervise, tell me what I'm doing wrong. You're good at that."
"Very well. I'll allow you to clean. But if you break anything, I'll take out the wooden spoon."
"Ooh kinky, Madame Mayor."
Regina shook her head, following Emma into the kitchen and sitting down at the island. She watched Emma confidently move about the area, placing the leftovers into containers and stacking the dishwasher full of their dirty dishes.
"So, my mom basically had the most awesome reaction. She's obviously stoked."
Regina smiled as she nodded.
"I'm relieved."
"How could she not be happy when it's you carrying her grandkid? You're amazing," Emma said sincerely, giving Regina's forearm an affectionate squeeze. "There's no one else I'd want carrying my kid. You're the best."
"What frightens me the most is that you truly believe that," Regina responded, somewhat teasingly. "There is far better out there. You've simply spent too much time in this town to remember."
Emma frowned, putting down the dirty forks she'd been holding. She walked over to Regina, turning the swivel chair she was sitting on so that they were looking at one another.
"There is no one better than you, Regina. There is no better mother, no better lover, no better cook, no better mayor, no better anything. I've lived all over the United States. I've met my share fair of people, and not one of them was better or more interesting or more intriguing than you. There is no one like you out there.
"I love you. Because you're smart, and kind, and stubborn, and fearless, and brave. You're exactly the kind of mom I wanted for Henry when I gave him up. I hoped for Henry to have his best chance when I put him up for adoption, and he got it the second he got put in your arms. There's nobody else I'd want raising my kids, Regina. And there's nobody else I want to come home to, nobody else I wanna make love to, nobody else I wanna grow old with. It's you or it's no one. So don't tell me there's better out there, because there isn't. For me, there's only you."
"Damn you, Emma," Regina choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw her arms around the woman who had spoken with such conviction in her voice.
"I don't want anyone but you, Regina Mills. Because I love you."
Regina clutched Emma tighter, wanting to bury herself in the woman's arms as she fought the sob in her chest. Her damn hormones were all out of whack ever since she'd gotten pregnant. Normally, she didn't cry so easily, but Emma's words touched her and she was unable to fight her tears. Just as she'd been unable to fight her tears when she'd seen the kittens on that blasted toilet paper commercial last weekend. Luckily no one had witnessed that embarrassing meltdown, crying because they were just so cute. But this time, she was crying because she was just so touched by Emma's words, knowing that Emma meant every single one of them.
"I love you too, darling."
Emma rubbed Regina's back until the woman calmed down enough that she had stopped crying, pulling away and wiping the tears on her cheeks.
"Please don't say that to me again, okay? I don't like it when you say stuff like that. It's not true, and I don't even want you thinking it."
Regina nodded.
"Very well. I was simply teasing-"
"Eh, you kinda meant it though. It wasn't all teasing."
Regina stayed silent before finally nodding again.
"You're right."
"For once. But let's go back to you being right all the time, okay? It's weird and throws off the balance of the universe when I'm the one who's right."
Regina gave a small smile, closing her eyes when Emma cupped her cheek. She leaned into her palm, smile widening when she felt Emma's lips at her jaw. Gentle kisses were pressed against her skin, and Regina melted when soft lips were pressed against her own. She let out a quiet whimper, tilting her head to press more fully against Emma's mouth. They kissed slowly, languidly, goosebumps erupting on Regina's skin as Emma sucked on her lower lip.
Regina shivered when she felt Emma's fingertips stroke along her neck, breath coming in harsh pants as the woman slowly kissed down her jaw, her throat, and finally to the base of her neck. She moaned as Emma laved attention on the sensitive part of her throat, moving her head to the side to give her more room to work with.
"Emma…" Regina whimpered, hands grasping tightly to the bottom of Emma's shirt.
Emma grabbed Regina around the waist, pulling her up so that she was standing, giving her better access to her throat. Her hands wandered up and down Regina's back, along her sides, coasting the length of her body, loving the little sounds she earned as she explored the soft curves beneath her palms. Emma sucked on the sensitive skin at the base of Regina's throat, teeth occasionally coming out to nip at the soft flesh before a warm, soothing tongue followed.
"Emma, please," Regina begged, head spinning, pulse racing. There was a dull throb growing between her legs, her stomach a slippery knot of arousal, and she couldn't think. Could barely breathe.
"What is it, baby? Should I stop?"
"Don't you dare," Regina growled. "But I can't- can't stand for much longer."
Regina yelped when she was suddenly lifted off the ground, legs immediately coming around Emma's hips as her arms clutched her around the neck.
"Warn me before you do something like that!" Regina reprimanded, though she was laughing.
"Sorry, got excited to have an excuse to grab your ass," Emma said, wiggling her eyebrows as she gripped the firm globes in the palms of her hands.
"You needn't an excuse to touch. You may… whenever you wish."
Emma halted, eyes closing as a sucker punch of arousal hit her square in the gut at Regina's words.
"Fuck."
Regina chuckled, kissing her soundly on the lips.
"Couch," she commanded against her mouth.
"Yes, ma'am."
Emma made her way to the couch, carefully sitting down as she balanced Regina in her arms. When they were seated, she squeezed Regina's ass one last time before letting her hands drift up higher. Emma groaned when Regina slid her tongue in her mouth, settling back against the cushions as the woman in her lap absolutely dominated their kiss.
Regina ground her hips into Emma's lap as she kissed her fiercely, panting against her lips as she fought to catch her breath. She plunged her fingers into Emma's soft curls, nails scratching at the base of her hairline just as she knew Emma liked. Regina's tongue pushed and stroked against Emma's as she pressed herself closer, twin moans filling the room when their breasts rubbed together.
"Gods, you feel wonderful."
"So do you," Emma said breathily, hands gripping Regina's hips tightly as she encouraged the rocking against her lap. She could feel herself stirring, and when Regina shifted, rubbing herself directly over where Emma was half hard, she groaned loudly.
Encouraged by the sounds Emma was making, Regina began grinding with purpose, lips and tongue working Emma's mouth as her hips bucked against her lap.
"Wait. Wait," Emma panted, reluctantly pulling away before she got lost to her arousal. "What are we doing?"
"I think it's rather obvious."
"But I just- how far are we going tonight? Yeah, this feels fucking amazing right now and I really don't want to stop. But I don't want you to have any regrets in the morning either. I don't want to cross any lines."
"I'm pregnant with your child. I believe it's safe to say we've already crossed any lines that may or may not have existed."
"You know what I mean," Emma said seriously, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Regina's ear. "I don't want you to have regrets or to feel… I don't know, disrespected."
Regina's heart fluttered at Emma's words, turning her head to kiss the palm that cupped her cheek.
"No sex," she finally said. "I'm not sure how I'd feel if we- if we went so far as to have sex."
"Okay. Can I touch you over your clothes?"
Rather than respond, Regina removed her top, and then after a second of consideration, she also removed her bra. Emma's pupils immediately dilated, her eyes zero-ing in on the breasts on display before her. Fuck, she wanted to touch so badly.
"You may touch any piece of skin that is bared to you," Regina directed, grabbing Emma's hands and placing them on her ribs.
Emma nodded, still staring at Regina's breast, mouth salivating as she approached the glorious tits before her. They were bigger than before, the nipples darker and rounder than she remembered.
"They're different," Emma whispered, lips softly rubbing against one full breast. "So fucking sexy."
"They're much more sensitive. Be gentle," Regina requested, fingers digging once again into Emma's hair.
Regina whimpered, head falling back the second a warm mouth enveloped her right nipple. Her hips resumed rocking of their own accord, soft moans tumbling from her lips as Emma's incredibly talented tongue worked her sensitive breasts. It felt as though a livewire connected her nipples to her clitoris, setting fire to her libido. Regina swore that every nip, every lick to the hardened tips of her breast could be felt between her legs, and soon there was a veritable flood between her thighs. Her panties were soaked, her stomach clenching and curling with desire. Regina rocked harder, moaning loudly as delicious pressure was placed against her needy clit.
Emma felt even better than she remembered, sucking, tugging, and lapping with a precision that had Regina quickly climbing towards orgasm. Her stomach clenched with anticipation as she neared her peak, but her mind swiftly brought things to a screeching halt. Regina stilled, eyes flying open.
"Baby?" Emma asked, pulling away when she realised Regina had frozen so suddenly. "You okay?"
Regina nodded, swallowing hard.
"Perhaps it would- perhaps it would be best if you stopped for a few minutes."
"Are you okay?" Emma asked with concern. "Did I hurt you?"
Regina let out a small bubble of laughter at the completely mistaken worry.
"Not at all. Quite the opposite. I'm- I am approaching orgasm."
"Oh God," Emma groaned, burying her face between Regina's breasts. "Fuck. Do you not want that? Because I'm not gonna lie," Emma paused to give Regina's nipple a quick lick. "I really, really want you to."
Regina's hips bucked the second Emma's tongue made contact with her nipple, a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting straight to her clit.
"It isn't that," Regina practically whined, the pleasure Emma was causing her making her head spin.
"Then what is it?"
"You won't. I will orgasm if you continue touching me, but you won't."
"I don't care, Regina," Emma said, looking up at her. "I don't care if I don't."
"That isn't very fair."
"What isn't fair is there's a fucking beautiful woman sitting topless on my lap and I'm not sucking on her tits," Emma said with a smirk. When her comment failed to make Regina smile, Emma quickly sobered. "I'm not keeping score, Regina. My goal here is to make you feel good. I was, at best, hoping to get to touch you a little, maybe make you a little horny and hopefully get you wet. But if I can make you come? Something I definitely wasn't expecting, but always am down to happen, that's a fucking bonus. I'll stop touching you if I'm making you uncomfortable, but if the only thing stopping you is that I won't come too, then please let me continue because I really, really wanna feel you come against me. That's even better than my own orgasm."
Regina gave her a skeptical look.
"I swear to you, baby. When I fantasize about you, it's not my orgasm I'm after. It's yours. Now, make my dreams come true and let me make you come?"
"Are you sure?" Regina asked, looking into Emma's eyes.
"If ever my answer isn't a resounding 'hell fucking yes' to that question, leave me. Immediately."
Regina laughed, her breasts vibrating from the motion. Emma's eyes instantly darted back down, licking her lips as she stared.
"Alright. Make me come, Emma."
Emma groaned loudly, mouth instantly latching onto Regina's left nipple. She nipped, tugged, and sucked, her right hand coming up to tease Regina's other nipple. Fingers plunged back into her hair, keeping Emma tight to the breast in her mouth (like she was going to go anywhere). Emma licked and lapped at the dark peak, replacing her tongue with her left hand as she moved to Regina's other breast. She bit on the fleshy globe, warm tongue soothing the bite before pulling Regina's right nipple as far into her mouth as she could. Emma grinned as Regina's hips bucked against her lap, sucking harder on the sensitive tip in her mouth.
"Emma," Regina groaned, grinding her clit against Emma's thigh.
Emma pulled away, suddenly needing Regina's mouth against her own. She surged up and caught her lips, Regina instantly responding by kissing her fiercely. She replaced the neglected breast with her fingers, both hands full of Regina's sinfully soft tits. Emma shifted on the couch as she desperately tried to ignore the absolute aching need to grind her cock into Regina's softness. This was about Regina, not her, so she clamped down on her desire, focusing all of her attention on the beautiful brunette in her lap.
Regina crushed their mouths roughly together, lips and tongues meeting as they kissed. She pressed her breasts against Emma's talented hands, hips jerking as her nipples were pinched. "Emma. Oh, yes."
Emma panted harshly against Regina's lips, fingers twisted and tugging, palms grasping and squeezing as the woman in her arms writhed and moaned. Regina's mouth dropped open as she shifted, her swollen clit grazing the now hardened length between Emma's thighs.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes," Regina moaned, bucking her hips with purpose as she ground against Emma's cock. "Fuck. Oh, Gods. Emma."
"Come on, baby. I wanna hear you. Come for me."
Regina whimpered loudly, her stomach dropping low as Emma encouraged her to peak. She tilted her hips forward, her clit coming into more direct contact with Emma's length, a flood of wetness spilling onto her panties when she heard Emma's groan.
"Yeah, baby. Just like that. Come on."
Regina crushed their lips together once again, eyes squeezed shut tightly, hips rocking wildly as she climbed. Every twist of her nipples, every squeeze of her breasts sent her higher and higher, and when Emma sucked her tongue into her mouth, Regina cried out, a rocket of pleasure shooting up her spine as she was thrown over the edge. Her hips ground roughly against Emma's lap, Regina shaking with need as Emma bit down on her lower lip. She rode the waves of pleasure as Emma continued to toy with her breasts, panting harshly as she enjoyed the wonderful attention to her body.
When she finally came down from her peak, Regina blindly reached for Emma's hands, stilling them against her breasts. Her nipples were sore, and the once pleasurable attention had quickly turned uncomfortable. Emma instantly complied, stilling her hands as Regina continued to enjoy the endorphins running through her body. Eyes still closed, Regina panted loudly, trying desperately to catch her breath as she leaned against Emma's shoulder.
"God damn you are beautiful," Emma said reverently, softly kissing Regina's throat. "So, so beautiful."
Regina's eyes opened slowly, smiling down at the woman who had brought her such pleasure.
"Hey, baby."
"Hello," Regina said lowly, her voice thick with arousal.
She leaned forward and kissed Emma gently, her lips chapped but not caring in the least. When Regina pulled away, she smiled again, her hands travelling from Emma's wrists up to her hands.
"Hang on, sweetheart. Don't-"
"What?" Regina looked down, brows furrowing. "Why are your hands- Oh, Gods."
Hearing the panicked tone of her voice, Emma quickly moved to soothe her.
"No, Regina, it's okay. Don't-"
But Regina instantly burst into tears, mortified as she scrambled for her top. She threw it on, trying to slide off of Emma's lap and away from the woman who had just witnessed such a humiliating event. Emma's heart ached, cock deflating instantly at the sight of the woman she loved so visibly upset.
"Hey, Regina. Stop. Please."
Emma held fast to her hips, keeping her in place so that she wouldn't bolt.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Please stop crying. It's nothing, baby. Stay."
Regina gave up trying to get away, instead burying her face in her hands as she sobbed in embarrassment.
"Oh, God, baby. No. Please don't cry. It's okay. Seriously." Emma soothed, pulling Regina into her arms. "Jesus, baby. I swear. It's okay. Please don't cry."
Regina let herself be held, weeping into her hands as Emma attempted to soothe her. She cursed her body, cursed the fact that the first time her nipples leaked would be when she finally attempted to be intimate with Emma again. How absolutely, utterly humiliating. She hadn't even felt it happen, hadn't realised it would, and the knowledge that Emma had witnessed it all made Regina want to crawl into a hole.
How had she not even noticed? Had there been a lot? Had she leaked down Emma's wrists? Had Emma been disgusted? Oh, Gods. Is that why Emma had pulled away from her breasts? Is that why she moved to kiss her rather than continue kissing her nipples? What did Emma think of her now? Regina sobbed harder as she her mind raced with the embarrassing thoughts. Gods. Had she known this was going to happen, she never would have let Emma anywhere near her breasts.
"Sweetheart, it's okay. It's totally fine. It's perfectly natural. And there's nothing to be upset about, okay?" Emma said gently, rubbing Regina's back. "Please don't cry, honey."
Regina cried until the tears no longer came, until her stomach was sore and her nose was clogged, sitting quietly until her skin grew itchy from the drying tears. She refused to look at Emma, refused to pull away from where she had her face buried in the woman's shoulder.
"Please, Regina. Look at me, sweetie."
Regina refused, squeezing her eyes shut as she bit on her bottom lip. She was absolutely mortified. She couldn't look at Emma, couldn't pull away. Because she was almost positive she had leaked through her shirt now too, that there were wet spots were her nipples rubbed against the fabric, making a horrible situation all the more humiliating.
Realising she was getting nowhere, Emma sighed softly and decided to wait until Regina was ready to talk. She pulled at the blanket behind her on the couch, wrapping it around the woman who was still buried in her shoulder. At least Regina hadn't run away, and for that, Emma was grateful.
They sat quietly for nearly an hour, Emma rubbing Regina's back, kissing her cheek, giving her hugs. Regina sat still, said nothing, but her breathing had slowly calmed and Emma knew that she was just waiting to build up the courage to speak.
"I'm mortified," Regina finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
"Why?" Emma asked gently, kissing her cheek.
"Why?" Regina repeated in disbelief. "Why do you think, Emma? I just- my breasts just leaked for the first time all over you, while we were… while we were being intimate. Of course, I'm mortified. I had an orgasm and my nipples leaked all over your hands." Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, Regina ducking down her bury her face in her hands once again. "How fucking sexy."
"You, Regina Mills, are the sexiest fucking woman on this entire God damn planet-"
"Emma, don't-"
"No. I let you talk. My turn." Emma gripped Regina's biceps, forcing her to sit up. She wasn't hurting her, not by any means, but she needed to say this to Regina's face, even if the woman wouldn't look at her. "You are the most beautiful woman on this entire fucking planet. Your body is changing, it's doing things you can't control, and it's all because it's getting ready for our baby. Your boobs are bigger, your nipples are darker, and yeah, now they're leaking. But that's all normal. Eventually, your stomach will grow even bigger, maybe you'll get stretch marks, your hips are going to get wider, and then you'll be walking with that little waddle that pregnant ladies get. All these things are gonna happen, all these changes are gonna occur, and it's sexy, Regina. I love it. I love seeing the way your body is changing for our baby. I'm telling you one thing right now that's never gonna change though: I will always find you sexy, Regina Mills. All these changes your body is going through is sexy as hell, because it's changing for our baby.
"I'm sorry you're so embarrassed. I'm sorry you cried. I'm sorry I didn't think of a way to warn you that it happened so that you wouldn't react like that. But I'm telling you right now, watching you come for me is so fucking sexy that I didn't even notice your boobs leaked until it was over. I don't care how much your nipples leak, I don't care what other crazy things your body might do. None of that takes away from how beautiful I think you are, Regina. Bodies do weird things sometimes. But what yours did just now, it wasn't weird. It was perfectly normal, perfectly natural. And trust me, there is no way in hell that leaking nipples will ever stop me from wanting you or from wanting to make you come again. Nothing's changed when I look at you, baby. You're still unbelievably sexy and I still love you so much."
Regina finally looked up, looking into Emma's eyes. She could see nothing but love, affection, and sincerity in them, so she slowly brought her hands down to rest on Emma's sternum.
"There you are, my beautiful girl."
"I'm so embarrassed," she whispered.
"Please don't be embarrassed with me. No matter what happens between us, I don't ever want there to be shame or for either of us to feel mortified around the other, especially about something we can't help. Okay? It happened, but it doesn't change how attracted I am to you or how much I love you. We should be laughing about this, sweetheart. Not crying. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, as are all the crazy changes it makes to your body. So, no more tears, okay?"
Regina nodded, wiping at her cheeks.
"Thank you."
"Are you okay now, sweetheart?" Emma asked, leaning forward to kiss her softly on the cheek.
"Yes. Sorry."
"Don't be. I obviously didn't do a very good job of making you feel safe and secure with me. Maybe after this, you will and you won't be embarrassed if this happens again. I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always find you beautiful."
"Thank you," Regina said softly.
"And I'll never not wanna have sex with you," Emma added, smiling. "You could puke all over me and I'd still be down."
A small bubble of laughter burst from Regina's chest, her eyes coming up to meet Emma's smiling ones.
"Thank you," Regina said sincerely, knowing that that comment was meant to make her feel better. And it worked.
Emma pulled her back into her arms, Regina snuggling in close and closing her eyes. She enjoyed the safety and protection of Emma's embrace, sighing contently.
"Embarrassment aside, was that okay? Did you feel good?"
"Very good," Regina said. "It was… it was incredibly pleasurable. You're even better at that than I remember."
Emma nodded, excited.
"Maybe we can do it again?"
Regina chuckled, hearing the eagerness in Emma's voice.
"Not tonight, darling. I'm still feeling emotional."
"Not tonight," Emma agreed. "But maybe in the future? I've missed getting to pay attention your boobs. And I was really happy to get to touch them tonight. I'm a little afraid you're not going to let me touch again though."
"I wasn't going to let you," Regina finally admitted.
"And now?"
"I am less opposed. But, I do need time to recover from the embarrassment I'm currently feeling."
"Okay. But please don't be embarrassed, honey. Okay? And please don't deny your boobs and I from being together. Because I think we bonded. I feel like we have an understanding now. And I think they'd be seriously disappointed if we didn't get to see each other again."
"Is that so?" Regina asked, smile evident in her voice.
"Yeah. And did you know looking at boobs for like 20 minutes each day brings down stress levels? So, really, you'd be keeping me healthier by letting me see your tits. I have a very stressful job, you know."
"The only stress in your job is whether or not you'll get to Granny's early enough to get a bearclaw before you're late for your shift. Which you inevitably are anyway."
"Yeah, but like, if you let me play with your boobs every day, I won't be so stressed about being late. My cholesterol levels will go down too probably."
"Your cholesterol levels are fine."
"But they could be perfect with your help."
Regina rolled her eyes. She shifted and kissed Emma on the lips, leaning back to look her in the eyes.
"Thank you for patiently holding me and for making me feel better."
"Always, baby. I love you."
"And I you."
"Now curl up and get comfy. The kid won't be home for at least another hour and I plan on holding you here the entire time."
"Very well."
Regina shifted in Emma's arms, glancing down at her shirt and spotting that she had, indeed, leaked through her top. Emma, seeing where Regina's gaze had landed and spotting the frown on her face, immediately pulled up the blanket to cover the wet spots.
"You're beautiful," she murmured against Regina's temple. "So fucking beautiful."
And Regina, surprisingly, believed her.