Henry opened the front door, mouth open wide to announce his arrival (loudly and boisterously, just like his ma), immediately clamping it shut when he noticed the entire house (from what he could see) was dark. He frowned, kicking off his shoes before heading towards the kitchen, where his ma was most likely to be. It was dark, empty, and no one was there. He then made his way down the hall to the living room, where he could see the light and hear the sounds from the television through the French doors. He shoved the doors open, eyes bulging from his head when he heard two loud gasps and what looked disgustingly like his ma on top of his mom.
"Henry!"
Henry clapped a hand over his eyes (despite the fact that both women were dressed, and obviously enjoying some alone time to make out), his face contorting in disgust.
"I told you I was coming home!" he whined.
"Yeah, but you didn't say what time, kid. Got busy while we were waiting."
Henry made gagging noises, shaking his head as he blindly reached for the door handle.
"Scarred. Scarred for life. In my own home. My mothers," his tone became more and more desperate and exaggerated, ignoring his mom's giggles and his ma's calls of his name. "So scarred."
"We were just kissing," Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"On my couch! Where I sit! I don't need to know where my mothers kiss," Henry paused, having finally caught one door handle and making another face of disgust, "or that they kiss, ugh. I don't need to know that."
Henry pulled the one door in place, cracking open his eye in order to find the other.
"They do a hell of a lot more than kiss," Emma teased, grin wide as she taunted her son. "I did get her pregnant, you know."
"Okay! That's it! I'm out! I can't live like this!" Henry declared, immediately letting go of the doors and turning fast on his heels to run up to his room. "You're both so gross!"
Emma snorted and laughed loudly, turning her head and burying it in Regina's neck to muffle the sound.
"You're terrible," Regina chided, though she had (admittedly) found the entire thing hilarious. The only fun one had as a parent was teasing one's child, and she had to admit, she found her son's reaction quite amusing.
"Yeah, but that's my payback for my own parents scarring me. At least he's never walked in on us doing the dirty," Emma said, shuddering. "Even at 30 years old, you aren't ready to see that shit."
Regina gave a soft laugh, looking back up at Emma, who was softly stroking her cheek as she gazed down upon her.
"God, you're gorgeous," Emma suddenly said, leaning down and placing another kiss on Regina's lips. Her own were chapped and getting a little swollen due to how long they'd been making out (nearly two hours now) but she still couldn't get enough.
Regina moaned when their tongues met again, turning her head when Emma's hand stroked along her neck. Emma broke away and began kissing along her jaw, working her way down her throat and kissing the skin her hand had just exposed.
"Gods," Regina exhaled lowly, when Emma began sucking on her sensitive throat.
Regina was thoroughly enjoying the woman's attention, her panties slick and nipples tight, goosebumps erupting on her body as Emma's hand stroked her side from hip to shoulder. They'd been kissing and (innocently) touching for hours now, but Regina wasn't sure how much more teasing she could take. She was horny and it was starting to become uncomfortable.
Regina's breathing deepened as Emma's hand moved from her hip over to stroke at the top of her ass, fingers grazing at her panty line.
"Can I?" Emma asked against her neck, fingers twitching as they waited for permission to grab the luscious ass so closely within reach.
"Henry-" Regina began, a feeble protest on her lips which died the second Emma spoke.
"Is upstairs and is not gonna come back down. I just wanna grab your ass. Please, baby."
Emma grinned when Regina finally, slowly nodded against her, hand immediately moving down and gripping the soft globes. She stretched her fingers, pressing her palm into the giving flesh, squeezing and grabbing as much of it as she could.
Regina gasped when Emma's hand moved down and grabbed lower, fingers inches away from her sex. If she moved down a little more, her fingertips would graze where Regina was embarrassingly wet and so, incredibly desperate.
"Emma," Regina moaned, tilting her head and capturing Emma's lips.
They kissed deeply, Regina shifting when she became uncomfortable, moving so that she was straddling Emma's lap. They had had to break their kiss while she repositioned herself, but the second she was atop those familiar, narrow hips, Regina bent down and crushed their mouths together. She gripped Emma's shoulders, her hips beginning a slow, gentle rock against the hardness she could feel pressed up between her legs. Emma groaned loudly when she felt Regina's heat pressed against her cock, nipping lightly at the smirk against her lips.
"Tease."
Regina chuckled, tongue coming out and licking along Emma's bottom lip. She was immediately granted access, plunging her tongue inside a hot mouth and finding the strong, slippery muscle she was looking for. Their tongues danced, stroked, slid against one another as Regina's hips slowly increased their pace, the women panting between kisses as their bodies quickly heated up.
"What are we doing?" Emma breathed, afraid to ask in case she was told to stop, but needing to know for the exact same reason.
"I believe the teenagers call this 'making out'. I'm surprised you aren't more familiar with the activity."
Emma groaned at Regina's sass. She was far too horny to be able to verbally spar with the queen of snarky remarks.
"I mean are we just," Emma paused, trying hard to make her brain think beyond how fucking good it felt to have Regina's softness pressed up against where she was so, incredibly hard, "kissing or are we gonna uh- fuck that feels good- go further?" Emma finally, reluctantly reached out and stilled Regina's hips, her lust filled brain barely focusing enough for her to make eye contact. "I need you to tell me so I can at least know what I'm allowed to touch. Where I'm allowed to touch. And where I gotta stop."
Regina sat still for a moment, breathing heavily as she thought. She wasn't sure where she wanted this to go or where she wanted it to stop. It was hard to think through the haze of arousal surrounding her. Her body wanted to have sex, Gods did her body ever want to have sex, but she couldn't help feeling a little apprehension as well. She liked the slow pace they were taking; she enjoyed the sweet (and mostly innocent) attention Emma had been paying her. She wasn't sure if she wanted more than that just yet.
Emma, seeing Regina's troubled expression, leaned up and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"You can say no. Always. But what I'm asking for right now is can I touch you here?" Emma asked softly, palms slowly running up Regina's body until they rested against her ribcage, just beneath her breasts, framing them with her large, warm hands. Her right thumb gently began rubbing the underside of Regina's left tit, staying low enough that it would not graze her nipple. "I'm not asking to have sex. I don't want to go that far. Seriously, I don't," she insisted, when Regina's expression betrayed her disbelief in that statement. Emma wasn't lying either. She didn't want to have sex. Not yet. She had things she wanted to do first (like more cuddling, more reassurances, going on a date at least), but for tonight, she wanted to know if she was at least allowed to touch Regina's breasts. "Tonight, I just really wanna grab your tits and feel you grind on me a little."
Regina bit her lip. Physically, she desperately wanted to press forward into the palms of Emma's hands, knowing how fucking good the other woman would make her feel. But mentally, after what had happened last time, after the crippling embarrassment of having her nipples leak, she wasn't sure if she wanted Emma to touch her there again. Her arousal was beginning to ebb as she remembered what happened when Emma had played with her breasts, her insecurities creeping in and taking its place.
"Moms!" Henry shouted, ripping his mothers' attention away from one another, both of their heads flying in the direction of the French doors. "I don't know what you're doing in there and I don't want to know! I'm sleeping at grandma's and grandpa's tonight!"
Regina leaned forward, burying her face in Emma's shoulder to stifle her laughter as her son's agitated voice rang out from the front entrance.
"You guys are gross and I'm scarred for life! I can't stay in this house, so I'm moving out. Maybe forever! I'll send you the therapy bill in the mail!"
The front door opened and then closed again, both women breaking into peals of laughter at their son's dramatic exit. Emma's arms came up to hold Regina tight as they laughed, bodies shaking as their son's voice replayed over in their minds.
"I better call my mom to make sure she knows he's coming."
Regina, still chuckling, nodded. Emma fished her phone out of her pocket and dialled her mom's number, an occasional bubble of laughter erupting in her chest.
"Emma? Are you alright? You sound like you're laughing."
"Sorry. Yeah, I am. Uh, Henry just told us he's scarred for life and he's moving out. Did you invite him to your house?"
"Yes." She hadn't, but if Snow had said that her grandson had called, voice filled with horror on the other line about catching his moms almost doing it on the couch and telling her he was traumatised and was packing to come over right now, she knew he'd get in trouble for inviting himself over. "He called and told me what happened and we decided it would be best that he come for the night. Really though, Emma. The couch?" Snow was smiling though, incredibly happy to hear that the women were enjoying one another. But, still, she had to give her daughter at least a bit of a hard time.
"We were just making out. He's being dramatic. He's a teenager. It's what they do. They live for drama."
"He said you were on top of his mother."
Emma laughed, hearing the amusement in her mother's voice.
"Holding her. That's it."
Emma grinned at her mother's chuckle.
"Is dad coming to get him?"
"No. He didn't want to wait. I'll text you when he gets here."
"Thanks. Have a good night."
"I will. I'd wish you one as well but, I don't think I need to."
Emma shook her head at the dial tone, clicking the screen off and tossing the phone on the coffee table.
"Did you hear all of that?"
Regina nodded.
"I'm not pleased he's walking alone in the dark."
"It's Storybrooke and my mom lives a six minute walk away. He'll be fine."
The women's gazes met and they chuckled again, Regina reaching out and stroking Emma's cheek with her hand.
"I suppose we were a tad enthusiastic in the expression of our affection for one another this evening."
Emma grinned.
"It was awesome."
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Indeed. But perhaps we will limit our physical affection to cuddling and the occasional kiss so as not to drive our son out of our home prematurely, hm?"
Emma's breath hitched for a second, her heart warming instantly at Regina's words.
"Our home?"
Regina's smile softened.
"Our home," she confirmed.
Emma pulled Regina down and pressed their lips together, holding her tight as she poured everything she felt into that kiss. A home. Emma had a home, and it made her so giddy with happiness that she pressed further into Regina, closer, kissing her fiercely as her stomach tightened with glee. She'd always wanted a home, a place where she felt safe and comfortable and just, like she belonged. She'd never once had that feeling growing up, the houses she'd lived in had been just that: houses. That belonged to other people, that she just happened to stay in for a time. And then when she'd gotten apartments, they were just glorified storage facilities for her meager belongings. And then Emma had thought, she'd buy her own house. She'd buy her own house and then she'd have a home. So she'd bought her own place, and then she was convinced she'd feel home.
She'd been wrong.
Emma had bought herself a house. It was a perfectly fine house. It had four walls and a roof and windows and it was mostly functional (sometimes her taps didn't work right and the doors stuck and the windows let in too much cold air), but it was hers. She had bought it with her own money and she was proud of it, proud of herself for buying a house all on her own. And she was happy to have the house, happy to have her own space. And she'd bought furniture and decorations, convinced eventually it would feel like a home.
But it never did. It was just a house, just like every other house she'd ever lived in. All it had was four walls and a roof and sticking doors and drafty windows and sometimes-functioning taps. And it had a lot of space, something Emma had realised after buying the house. When Henry visited her, it was better. The house felt warmer. When her parents were there, she forgot how cold and quiet and lonely the house was. She was proud of her house. She liked it. But it was missing something. It always felt like something was missing.
It was missing Regina.
Because Regina was Emma's home. Was her family. Regina and the mansion with its delicious smells and soft colours on the walls and pictures with smiling faces of the three of them strewn on what seemed like every available surface. This was home, where her son lived and relaxed and never looked like he felt out of place (no matter how much he said he liked her house, he never looked as relaxed in her house as he did in Regina's home). This home never felt cold. It never felt empty or too quiet or lonely. It was comforting, safe, familiar. Emma was proud of her house, but it never compared to being home, at the mansion, with Regina. This is where she felt she belonged, where she wanted to stay, where she wanted to live.
"Shall we retire for the evening, my love?" Regina asked, inadvertently pulling Emma from her thoughts.
"You asking me to come to bed with you?" Emma asked, wagging her eyebrows.
Regina shook her head and chuckled, pushing herself off of Emma's lap.
"Don't push your luck."
Emma grinned, getting up and molding herself to Regina's back as they made their way to the front door, locking it before then heading up the stairs. She'd had to back off in order to climb up, but the second they were on the landing, Emma's arms looped back around Regina's middle, her chin coming to rest on Regina's shoulder as they walked towards the bedroom.
"Has my idiotic saviour been replaced with a leech?"
Emma grinned widely, immediately turning her head and sucking hard on Regina's neck. The woman let out a shrill yelp of surprise, giggling madly as she attempted to get away. Emma held her close though, lips spread wide into a smile as she continued her assault on Regina's throat. Regina squirmed and laughed, struggling to get away (admittedly not very hard though).
Emma loved the sounds she could pull from the other woman, loved the fact that she alone knew how Regina giggled when she was tickled just right. She loved how playful Regina was, warmed by the thought that she alone was privileged enough to experience this softer, more tender side of the normally reserved mayor. And so she was encouraged by Regina's soft squeals of laughter, holding her close as she sucked and slobbered on her neck.
"Emma Swan if you leave a mark on my throat, I swear-"
Emma cut her off, a loud pop resounding in the hallway as she finally pulled her lips away.
"Too late. That one's gonna be a doozy."
"I will murder your entire family."
Emma laughed loudly at Regina's menacing tone.
"Too bad you are my family, baby cakes," Emma teased, pecking Regina on the cheek. "Go put your pjs on. I'll join you in bed in a second."
"You're sleeping in the guest room."
"Yes, dear."
Later, after they'd changed into night clothes and had brushed their teeth and washed their faces (neither woman remarking on the fact that Emma had pyjamas, a tooth brush, and her face cleanser in Regina's home), they lay spooning in bed, Emma curled up tight around Regina's back. They cuddled quietly, Emma softly stroking Regina's belly and hip, placing soft kisses on her shoulder as they enjoyed the intimacy of simply laying with one another for the first time in months.
Regina sighed softly, eyes closed as she enjoyed Emma's unwavering attention, shifting slightly as she found a more comfortable position and melting into her mattress. After they'd been laying in silence for quite some time, neither woman tired enough to fall asleep, Regina cleared her throat and finally spoke.
"So, is there a reason your mother insisted we purchase a formal dress while you had wandered off today?"
Regina had her suspicions, given that Snow was a terrible secret keeper and there really was only a few specific reasons she'd insist Regina needed a really nice dress immediately.
Emma smiled softly against her skin, kissing it.
"I want to take you out on a date," she confessed, not bothering to beat around the bush. "A real one. And I want to dress up and I want you to too. We haven't been on one yet and I'd like to take you out."
"Yes, we have. That evening I came to your house-"
"That was a fucking disaster and I'd really rather not ever think about that again. I want to take you on a real date, Regina. Where we dress up and go out and have good food and even better conversation. And at the end of the night I take you home and drop you off and kiss you goodnight and then I go home and think about you all night long and how good you looked."
"All night long or for those few minutes until you finish?"
Emma laughed loudly against her shoulder, enjoying the feel of Regina's back vibrating as she too laughed.
"Well, for those few minutes and for the rest of the night."
Regina bit her lip and grinned.
"So, what do you say? Will you go out on a date with me?"
Regina paused only for a second before nodding.
"Yes, I believe I would like that very much."