"Regina, you've grown larger. What is the expression? You're comparable to a house."

Regina rolled her eyes at her sister.

"Be careful or you'll meet the same fate as your Eastern counterpart."

Zelena laughed.

"Oh, dear sister. I do adore your wicked sense of humour."

Regina smirked, taking another bite of her cucumber sandwich. She was thirty four weeks pregnant and she certainly did feel as big as a house, and not a well built one, either. Every day she woke up and something else hurt. Something new ached. She could not wait to have this baby, and not just because she was dying to meet her little one.

"Are you positive there aren't two babies in there?"

"Zelena, I may have promised my son that I would try to be good, but I believe I could convince him to make an exception."

Zelena tipped her head back and laughed.

"Fine. But, I must know. Have you finally chosen a name? My niece or nephew will be here soon and they must have a name!"

She and Emma had been talking about names. Randomly, of course, but they had yet to have an actual, serious conversation about it. Regina had been contemplating names the entire pregnancy, of course, but… she'd been thinking about allowing Emma to name this baby. Regina had gotten to name Henry, and it had been an idea in the back of her mind that perhaps it would be nice to allow Emma to choose this baby's name. Provided she chose a name that Regina did not hate.

"Regina? Hello?" Zelena said, snapping her fingers in front of her sister.

Regina swatted at her hand.

"Where's Mulan?"

"She's with your baby mama."

Regina rolled her eyes.

"I'd like to trade. She's far more pleasant than you are."

"Pish posh. Now, about the baby's name-"

"Anything but Zelena," Emma announced, making her way into the room with Mulan and Robyn. She bee-lined over to Regina, pecking her on the lips. "Hi, baby. Sorry it took me so long. We got distracted."

"Surprising," Regina said flatly. "Find something shiny?"

"Oh, yeah," Emma said enthusiastically, reaching for a piece of cheese.

Emma munched on her snack as she watched Mulan settle in next to Zelena, who watched her adoringly. It was incredible to see the change in her would-be sister-in-law. Zelena was now certainly "out and proud" as she called it, no longer hiding her feelings for Mulan now that Mulan had reassured her that this was what she was absolutely wanted. Emma was happy for them both, Mulan especially.

"You've decided on a name?" Mulan asked, reaching for a piece of pineapple and handing it to Robyn, who immediately shoved the fruit in her mouth.

"No. We're still deciding."

Mulan nodded.

"It's an important decision."

"Yeah," Emma agreed. "Which is why we're not saddling the baby with a name like Zelena. Besides, what if it's a boy?"

"Helios is a powerful name," Zelena commented. "Henry and Helios. Brilliant."

Emma turned to Regina.

"I love you, so much." She then turned to Mulan. "And you have the patience of a saint."

Mulan chuckled, grabbing a piece of mango for Robyn.

"You should see her at home. She's nothing like-"

Zelena immediately waved her hand, silencing Mulan.

"I've told you, Ping. If you tell porkies, I will put an end to it."

Mulan glared at her. She then raised an eyebrow, pointing to her mouth. Zelena removed the spell, grinning.

"We'll discuss this later," Mulan stated.

"Ohh! I've already prepared my safeword," Zelena replied giddily. "It's 'apples'."

Mulan bit her tongue. She would not laugh, no matter how amusing she found her girlfriend.

"Anyway," Emma broke in. "What are you guys doing for the rest of the day?"

The couple had dropped by for lunch, Henry announcing shortly after their arrival that he was going to the school gym with a few of his friends to play basketball. Emma had begged him to bring her with him and not leave her with his aunt, the boy simply rolling his eyes and telling her 'suck it up'. Miserable child.

"We were thinking of going to Augusta for a drive," Mulan responded. "Maybe go to the mall. It gets Robyn out of the house and seeing something new. What about you guys?"

"We need to clean," Regina replied. "The kitchen needs to be cleaned."

"What's wrong with the kitchen?" Emma asked.

"I just said it needs to be cleaned."

Emma held her tongue. Regina had been on a cleaning kick (even more so than usual) lately, which meant that, in actuality, Emma was the one cleaning as Regina got sore quickly. Emma didn't mind, exactly, it was just… Regina's house was already spotless. There was nothing else to tidy up. But, happy wife and all that… so Emma simply did as she was told.

"Cleaning," Emma repeated gloomily, looking at Mulan.

Mulan chuckled.

"Yes, well, as fascinating as this conversation is, I believe it's time to be going. Shall we?" Zelena announced, standing and reaching for Robyn.

Mulan got up without complaint, following Zelena and Regina to the front door. They dressed and bid the other two women goodbye, Emma closing the door and turning to Regina.

"So, the kitchen?"

"My kitchen is clean, Miss Swan. How dare you imply otherwise."

"But you said-"

"Did you really want me to tell my sister that your afternoon was going to be spent setting up her gift in our room?"

Emma's throat went dry.

The swing.

"Precisely," Regina replied, seeing Emma's expression. "Now, would you like to complain about my ideas some more or are you ready to concede that your queen has the best ideas?"

Emma took the jab in stride.

"You definitely have the best ideas," Emma agreed, encircling Regina's waist and kissing her softly. When she pulled back, she searched her eyes. "I wasn't trying to challenge you earlier about the kitchen. I just… didn't see how it needed cleaning. I thought maybe you wanted to go through the cupboards and get rid of old containers or something, cause it's already spotless."

"I keep my home very clean, thank you. However, it does occasionally need tidying up, especially due to my son and his mother. Now, shall we move upstairs? I'll supervise, lest you break your neck."

"I'm just putting up a swing," Emma chuckled, grabbing Regina's hand as she led the way up the stairs. "How dangerous could it get?"


"How dangerous indeed," Regina replied, a hint of humour in her voice, as she used her magic to hold Emma in place.

"I was not overextending. I just slipped," Emma argued, looking over at Regina. "Wanna put me down?"

Regina raised an eyebrow.

"Gently!"

"Spoilsport."

But Regina did as she was asked, guiding Emma to the floor and smirking in satisfaction. She liked being right, and she had known that she would be. Emma was notoriously clumsy, and having the woman climb a ladder to secure the base of the swing to the ceiling was an accident waiting to happen.

"Stop smirking. I only fell because you made me nervous."

Regina chuckled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear."

Emma's expression changed, her eyes turning playful.

"I sleep great when fuck like rabbits just before bed."

"You're incredibly crude," Regina said dismissively, turning back to her Sudoku puzzle.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you in bed."

"We are not in bed."

"You are," Emma shot back.

Regina remained quiet.

"Got you there, didn't I?"

"You will get nothing if you continue to sass me the way that you are, Miss Swan."

"Shutting up."

Emma giggled to herself when she spotted Regina's attempt to hide her grin, turning back to her task at hand, only occasionally glancing at Regina. God, how she loved that woman. She loved everything about her, including the playful side that came out when they were within the privacy of their own home.

"Stop staring at me, Emma, lest you fall again."

"I've already fallen for you once, baby."

"Twice, if you count the ladder incident just now," Regina observed, looking up at Emma from above her glasses.

"God, you look hot like that."

"Oh?" Regina asked coyly, biting the edge of her finger.

Emma paused, arms above her head, staring as Regina looked at her. When the woman began slowly raking her teeth over her finger, eyes turning sultry, Emma felt a pang of arousal hit her deep in her belly.

"Fuck," Emma breathed, closing her eyes. "Fuck, you're sexy."

"Finish up with that swing, darling, so you can finish inside of me."

"Okay, but you gotta stop saying things like that," Emma groaned, feeling herself twitch in her pants.

Regina grinned, looking back down at her book. Emma was far too easy.

Ultimately, it took Emma nearly an hour to set up because Regina kept distracting her, but she finally finished setting up the swing, double and triple checking it to ensure it was properly secured to the beam in the ceiling. She'd also planned to use magic to be extra certain the swing was safe for Regina.

"Done?"

Emma stepped back, admiring her work.

"Yep."

"Good. I want to come."

"Jesus, Regina," Emma breathed, the words hitting her squarely in the stomach.

She watched as Regina slipped out of bed and began removing her top, looking directly at Emma.

"Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to come and help me?"

Emma was immediately spurred into action, heading to where Regina was and batting her hands away. She quickly removed Regina's shirt, admiring her cleavage for a second before leaning forward and kissing her firmly.

"You're so beautiful," Emma murmured against her lips.

Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's neck, opening her mouth and moaning when Emma slid her tongue inside. She loved the feeling of Emma's tongue in her mouth, loved the way Emma tasted and explored her before finally finding her own tongue and stroking it gently (or roughly, depending on their mood). She pressed herself further into Emma (well, as close as she could with her belly in the way), helping when Emma slowly peeled off her own top.

Regina bit her lip, feeling her clit twitch in anticipation when Emma bent down and guided her pants and underwear down her legs. She watched closely as Emma stripped down as well, frowning when she stopped short of removing her underwear.

"Why am I naked and you get to keep your underwear?"

"Because it's hard to eat you out through your panties. I mean, unless that's what you want. We can put them back on if you-"

"I withdraw my question."

Emma chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"Come on."

Emma guided Regina to the swing, sending magic up to keep the top of it, keeping it securely in place.

"I won't let you fall."

Regina smiled softly at Emma, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly.

"I know you won't, darling. I trust you."

Emma kissed her again, just for those words. She helped Regina sit in the swing, facing her, holding it steady while she got comfortable. When Regina finally stopped wiggling, Emma smiled down at her.

"Okay?"

When Regina nodded, Emma leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. She then helped Regina place her feet in the stirrups, watching as her lover spread her legs, opening herself up to Emma's attention.

"You look so fucking good like this," Emma said, entranced, falling immediately to her knees and latching her mouth on Regina's pussy.

Regina cried out, not having expected Emma to dive in quite so quickly, but Gods did it feel good. She was wet, incredibly so, as she'd been teasing Emma for the better part of the afternoon while she had worked on setting this up. She'd been fantasizing about exactly what Emma would do, how it would feel to be at her "mercy", in this swing. She was completely exposed, her aching core on full display for her lover, and the look of appreciation on Emma's face (before she moved between her legs) made Regina want all the more. The way Emma wanted her made her ache with desire, Emma's looked of unadulterated lust shooting right between her legs.

"Emma! Fuck," Regina panted, holding tight to the ropes that suspended the swing.

Regina looked down, but she found that, at this angle, she couldn't see anything Emma was doing due to her belly being in the way. She could only feel, and that added an entirely new dimension to the experience. Regina closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the things Emma was doing to her, reaching down to try and touch her head instead in order to feel that connection to her lover. Except, she couldn't reach Emma at this angle either, the swing and her belly getting in the way. Regina opened her eyes, searching, but she once again found that she couldn't see Emma.

A tiny bit of panic crept up in her chest, and suddenly Regina felt vulnerable in a way she hadn't in decades. She knew it was Emma there, not only because she could feel her satin-soft hair against her inner thighs, but also because Regina was feeling pleasure, not pain. But still, her chest suddenly felt tight. She couldn't see that it was Emma. She always looked at Emma when they made love, even if it was just a glance. But now, she couldn't see anything.

Regina took a deep breath. There was no reason to panic. She knew it was Emma touching her. So, she tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths as she focused.

It's Emma. It's only Emma. It's not-

"Baby? What's wrong?"

Emma had immediately noticed when Regina went quiet, unmoving, no longer making any noise at all. She pulled away and glanced up, her belly clenching when she noticed Regina's expression. Emma stood, eyebrows furrowing at the fear and uncertainty on Regina's face.

"We can stop right now if you're not enjoying it. We don't have to do this. You can always say no, Regina. Always."

Regina bit her lip, the tightness in her chest soothed as soon as she saw Emma. And what little anxiety remained was chased away by her words, her insistence that Regina could stop this, that she could say no.

No. She didn't want to stop. She liked the swing, but she hadn't anticipated not being able to see or touch Emma, nor her slight panic at the fact.

"I can't see you."

"What? When I'm down there?" Emma asked, pointing to the floor.

Regina nodded.

"Okay. Is that the problem?"

"Yes."

Emma gave a soft smile.

"I have a very easy solution."

Regina watched as Emma went over and grabbed her floor standing mirror, hauling it until it was in front of the swing, facing them. Emma then sunk down onto her knees, Regina watching through the mirror as Emma leaned sideways and kissed her inner thigh.

And oh, this was good.

Regina's belly clenched with desire as she watched Emma move between her legs. She gasped as Emma mouthed her inner thigh, feeling the sensation against her skin. She looked down, but she couldn't see anything, looking back at the mirror and watching as Emma moved to the other side and did the same thing. Oh, Gods. This was far more erotic than Regina could have anticipated. The mirror was a very good idea.

Emma then shuffled back, keeping a hand on Regina's ankle so as not to lose any contact.

"This okay?"

"Oh yes," Regina said, a little more breathily than she had meant to. "Quite okay."

"You'll tell me if you stop liking it?"

"I will, Emma. Thank you."

"I don't like it if you don't like it, Regina. If you're not enjoying what's happening, then we stop. I'm only interested in your pleasure."

"Yours too."

"Mine too. Our pleasure," Emma amended.

Regina smiled at her.

"Kiss me."

"Always," Emma promised, getting up and kissing Regina soundly on the lips.

"I love you."

"Love you too, baby."

"Now make me come. I want to watch you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Before Regina could reply, Emma dropped to her knees and dove back into her pussy, mouth latching onto her clit. Regina felt her arousal skyrocket as she watched Emma's head move up and down, wetness spilling from between her legs as the pleasure coursed through her body.

Regina watched the way Emma's fingers dug into her inner thighs, spreading her apart as she licked long, hot stripes up her cunt. Regina could see herself in the mirror, the way her chest heaved, her thighs trembled, her nipples tightening as Emma lapped and lapped at her pussy. She'd never done anything like this before, and it was unbelievably erotic to feel Emma, but then only see her through a mirror. Seeing her own arousal reflected back at her was also unexpectedly erotic and Regina could feel herself climbing more quickly than usual. She moaned loudly as Emma lavished more direct attention to her aching clit, feeling the copious amount wetness spilling from her throbbing core.

"Inside, Emma. Please."

Emma was surprised that Regina already wanted penetration; she'd only just begun licking her clit. But, she supposed, the sounds Regina was making, along with the absolute flood between her legs, were indicators that she was already approaching orgasm.

Huh.

It seemed her girlfriend's sister had made another good choice.

Emma mentally shook her head, changing her thoughts (she did not want to think of Zelena at a time like this) and focusing back on her absolutely stunning lover. She brought her fingers up under her chin as requested, her dick hardening further at the way Regina begged her yes, yes, inside, Emma, groaning as her fingers met tight, wet heat. She teased in one, then two fingers, eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her fingers were enveloped in the silky hot channel. Regina felt so good, and she could not wait to plunge her cock inside of her later.

Emma slid her fingers forward, groaning as Regina's walls yielded under them, searching until she found the swollen spot inside of her lover.

"There! There, oh Gods. Don't stop!"

Emma held her position, trying to maintain the exact motion of her mouth and her fingers. She wasn't sure which one Regina meant (maybe both), and, not wanting to ruin Regina's pleasure, she continued exactly as she had been, while ensuring she didn't move her head lest she lose the spot Regina liked.

"Yes, Emma. Fuck. Yes. Just like that."

Emma held fast, eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of Regina around her fingers, her flavour on her tongue. Emma could do this forever, could kneel between Regina's thighs and worship her cunt for the rest of her life and never grow tired of the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she smelt, and best of all, the way she sounded as she vocalised her pleasure.

"Oh, Gods. I'm going- I'm going to- Ah!"

Regina cried out as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her entire body jerking in the swing as she rocked and shifted, her muscles seizing as she peaked. She rode the waves of pleasure as Emma continue to lick and suck on her clit, fingers never straying from the spongy mass on her front wall. She was quickly brought to a second peak before then being thrown off of a third, her stomach quivering with the force of her orgasms.

"Emma, Emma. Darling. If you want-" Regina groaned as Emma continue lashing at her swollen clit. "Fuck, that feels incredible. But if you want me to come while you're inside of me, you have to stop."

She watched in the mirror as Emma stilled, though she could still feel her tongue moving ever so minutely. Regina immediately began laughing. She knew what was happening: Emma was thinking about it.

"Stop debating, Emma," Regina said, still laughing. "I want to come on your cock."

Emma pulled back, kissing her inner thighs, though she left her fingers inside.

"Are you sure? I think you could probably come again in my mouth and then on my dick too."

"Perhaps, but I'm not sure I'd survive. Besides, I want you inside of me now," Regina replied, spreading her legs and rolling her hips. She groaned when Emma slid further inside with her fingers, not having expected that to happen.

Emma smirked, but she slowly eased her fingers out, looking up and observing Regina as the woman watched the mirror through hooded eyes. The expression on her face made Emma want to rip her underwear off right this second and fuck her into oblivion.

"You look like you want to devour me whole, Emma," Regina said, amused, looking down at her lover.

"Pretty fucking much," Emma replied, sucking her fingers clean before shucking her underwear.

Regina's eyes immediately fell to her lover's hardness, licking her lips when it sprang free from the confines of Emma's bottoms.

"Christ, Regina. You can't look at it like that or else I'll come before we even start."

Regina only spared her a quick glance before looking back down. She suddenly very much wanted Emma in her mouth. She leaned back, wincing a little in discomfort as the weight of her belly pressed into her lower back.

"Whoa, hey." Emma stepped closer and held Regina's shoulders, preventing her from going down any further. "Not on your back, baby."

"I want your cock in my mouth. Help me lay down."

Emma worried her bottom lip.

"As hot as it is to hear you say that Regina, and believe me, the English language does not have the adequate words to properly express how fucking sexy that statement was, everything I've read says you shouldn't be on your back like that, this late in the pregnancy. It could cut the blood flow to the main artery in your body."

"Not if you suspended me in the air. I would be weightless."

Emma stilled. Her heart began beating faster at the possibility. They'd only done it a couple of times, and Regina had seemed okay with it, but Emma knew how that particular magic had been used against Regina. As much as Emma would love to do it, she worried. Because that kind of magic could send Regina into really bad headspace, and that was the last thing Emma wanted. Especially given that she'd seen the panic on Regina's face earlier. She wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to do that right now.

"I'm asking, Emma. I know you'll release me the moment I ask."

"The millisecond, Regina."

Regina nodded confidently.

"I know. I'm okay, Emma."

"You're sure?" Emma checked, reaching out and cupping her cheek. "We don't have to."

"I am, Emma. Thank you for asking. But I want to lie back. I want to feel you down my throat, and I want you to fuck my mouth. I will performing that spell from our first night together as well, Em-ma, because I don't want you to hold back."

Still seeing the hesitance on Emma's face made Regina change tactics. She knew that the only reason that Emma was hesitating was because she was worried about her. However, Regina was having none of that. She knew just how to get Emma to agree.

"I want this, Emma. Please?"

Emma death-gripped the straps of the swing, closing her eyes tight as she worked through the freight train of arousal that slammed into her body. Regina watched with rapt attention as the pure, unfiltered desire shone on Emma's face. She grinned. She knew exactly what it did to Emma to hear her beg.

Regina looked down and watched her lover's length harden again under her watchful eye, having dissipated slightly when Emma had been worrying about her. It never failed to fascinate (and reassure) Regina to physically see the way Emma's body reacted to Emma's perception of Regina's mood. If she even suspected that Regina were upset or in pain or not fully enjoying the experience, Emma reacted physically by softening. To see just how much Emma cared for her, to see how she reacted to Regina's mood, it made Regina want to pleasure Emma all the more.

"Okay," Emma breathed shakily. "I am not going to admit how close I was to coming just hearing you beg like that."

Regina laughed, reaching up to grab Emma's chin and pulling her down for a kiss. They kissed languidly until Regina finally pulled back, shifting so they both faced the mirror.

"Now, Emma."

Emma met her gaze in the mirror, watching Regina's expression carefully as she performed the spell to suspend her in the air. Regina stayed in the swing, her body going nearly weightless, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of her belly suddenly disappeared.

"Okay?"

"Quite okay. I'm fine, Emma," Regina reassured her, when Emma looked worried. "I promise."

"Okay. Good."

Once Emma adjusted the straps of the swing, Regina settled on her back, looking up at Emma with bright eyes. She then waved her hand, licked her lips, and opened her mouth.

Emma let out a shaky breath, loosening her death grip on the straps of the swing so that she could reach down and stroke Regina's cheek. She then took herself in hand, stroking once, before slowly guiding herself to Regina's lips.

"Fuck," Emma panted, whimpering as Regina kissed the tip of her dick, then lazily stroked her tongue over it and gave a teasing suck, before finally swallowing her in deep.

Emma's hand came back up to the straps of the swing, eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the intense need to come. Regina was showing absolutely no mercy either, swallowing her entire length in one go and reaching up to stroke at her balls.

"God, Regina. Please, sweetheart. Just, stop for one second. I need a second."

Regina paused immediately, the hand between Emma's legs coming to grip the back of her thigh and squeezing twice in acknowledgement.

"Thank you."

Regina closed her eyes, focusing on remaining calm and breathing through her nose as Emma's length sat unmoving in her throat. She swallowed a couple of times, hearing Emma's groan from above, but she hadn't been able to help that, the saliva accumulating in her mouth becoming too much to ignore. She waited patiently, simply enjoying the weight of Emma's hardness in her throat, pussy growing wetter with the knowledge that Emma would be taking her pleasure from her soon.

Emma's eyes fluttered open and she looked down at the unbelievably erotic sight of her length buried all the way down Regina's throat. She looked up at the mirror and groaned when she saw her lover's sex, red lips swollen and glistening. She tore her eyes from the mirror, the image far too enticing. Emma was way too close to coming. Her gaze drifted up Regina's body, eyes settling for a moment on her perfect breasts before they zeroed in on Regina's throat.

Emma reached out, fingers gently tracing on the delicate skin there.

"You okay?"

Regina gave two answering squeezes to the back of her thigh, their version of "yes" or "I'm okay." Regina was to hit her thigh with her palm if she needed to stop, though they'd only had to do that one time and Regina had barely lifted her hand before Emma was already removing herself. She always watched her lover closely, and that time, Emma had seen the second Regina had begun panicking.

"Okay. I'm going to move now."

Regina nodded, swallowing again.

"Christ."

Emma groaned loudly when she pulled her hips back and sunk forward into Regina's pillowy soft throat, eyes rolling when, on the second pull, Regina's tongue began lapping at her hardness.

"Fuck, Regina."

Emma watched in the mirror as Regina's body bounced when she pushed back in, despite the fact that she was trying to be gentle. She moaned when Regina reached up and grabbed her balls again, rolling them between her fingers before smoothing her palm over them.

"I'm not going to last, sweetheart."

Regina swallowed again, tongue working Emma's length. Her palm gently rubbed back and forth over Emma's balls, stroking them along her forehead in a way that she knew Emma would like.

Emma was always so interested in Regina's pleasure; it was incredibly gratifying to be able to satisfy her lover in turn. She wanted this to be good for Emma, so Regina focused on breathing, remaining relaxed (though sometimes tensing her throat so it would envelop Emma even tighter), and listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from above. She loved the way Emma reacted to her.

Emma's thighs trembled as she held back, doing everything possible to stave off her orgasm. She didn't want this to stop, but Christ, she was close. Watching Regina's fingers play with her, feeling her tongue lave her dick over and over again, her throat constricting and holding her, seeing her tits bounce, looking at her swollen pussy in the mirror, it was too much. She needed to pull out or else she was going to come.

It took a Herculean effort, but Emma slid herself from Regina's throat, heaving as she watched a trail of saliva follow.

"Fuck."

Emma yanked Regina up, crushing their mouths together and plunging her tongue inside. She could faintly taste herself, and the reminder that her now throbbing cock had just been in Regina's mouth sent a ripple of arousal through her body.

When Emma finally pulled away, Regina was panting, swallowing hard. She watched as Emma walked over to the night stand, retrieving a water bottle. Regina drank greedily when Emma made her way back, for once grateful that her lover had such a penchant for collecting water bottles on her bedside table.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Regina. Hot as hell. A fucking smoke show."

Regina smirked around the water bottle.

"I'm glad you think so," she replied, when her throat was finally soothed.

Emma shook her head when Regina offered her some water, waiting until she'd finished the rest of the liquid before putting the empty bottle on her dresser. She then moved between Regina's legs, leaning forward to once again kiss her pussy.

Regina moaned as Emma licked and laved between her legs, thighs trembling with need.

"Are you going to fuck me now?"

Regina smiled in satisfaction as Emma closed her eyes, the pang of desire that hit her so obviously etched on her face. She loved affecting Emma this way.

"Why are you so fucking hot?"

"Because you're madly in love with me."

Emma paused for a moment before nodding. She stood up, smiling affectionately at her.

"That is very true."

Emma reached down and grabbed Regina's thighs, pulling her towards her.

"Also, you're just hot."

"That too."

Regina giggled as Emma tickled her side, glancing up and sharing a grin with her lover. She'd never had this much fun during intercourse. Though if she were honest, Regina had never actually made love until Emma. She'd never experienced this kind of pleasure, this kind of intimacy, as she'd never had a lover who was actually interested in her pleasure. It was a welcome change from her past experiences, and Regina could not get enough. She'd never known her libido could be so high. But, when it came to Emma, she was insatiable.

"You okay?"

"Hmm," Regina replied, nodding. "I was simply thinking about how much I love making love with you."

"Apologies for interrupting," Emma teased.

Regina grinned.

"Speaking of which…"

Emma stroked Regina's outer thighs, rubbing herself along Regina's slit.

"Ready?"

"Oh, yes, Emma. I want to feel you. Fill me, darling."

Regina sat back on the swing, looking up at Emma's face as she lined herself up between her legs. Regina could feel Emma stroking her cock up and down her slippery sex, nudging at her clit and causing Regina to gasp.

"I love your little sounds," Emma said lowly, glancing up from where she'd been looking at Regina's clit in order to meet her eyes. "I can't wait to hear how wet you are when I finally slide inside of you."

Regina whimpered, mind turning to mush as Emma nudged her clit again. She was unbelievably turned on, and Emma's words were not helping.

"Please, Emma."

"Okay, baby," Emma breathed, watching as Regina spread her legs further.

Emma slid her hand to her hip, tugging her even closer, her other hand wrapped around her hardness. She then brought herself to Regina's sopping entrance, teasing her lightly before glancing back up.

"Ready?"

Regina bit her lip in anticipation, nodding eagerly. She was going to have to focus on not coming immediately.

Emma slowly, gently eased in just the tip of her cock, holding Regina's gaze as she watched her for even the slightest bit of discomfort. There was none though, much to Emma's relief. She watched as Regina's head dropped back in ecstasy, mouth falling open as Emma pushed inside of her.

Emma's eyes raked over her lover's chest, watching it rise and fall with her heavy panting, her belly bouncing as Regina squirmed as Emma sank into her body. When she was in far enough that she no longer needed to guide herself, Emma moved her hand up and began stroking her thumb in tight circles around Regina's clit, earning loud moans of approval from her lover.

"Gods, Emma. You feel incredible. I love when you fuck me."

Emma clenched her teeth in order to concentrate on not finishing right then and there. Regina's pussy was squeezing her tight, the warm, wet channel felt like heaven. And then to add in the incredibly erotic sight of Regina's visible pleasure, as well as hearing her words of appreciation? Emma was fighting a losing battle. She was going to come soon.

When she was fully seated inside, Emma paused for a moment, both to allow Regina to adjust, and to give herself a second to taper her arousal.

Regina tilted her head to look at Emma, a shiver running up her spine at the obvious pleasure on her lover's face. Emma was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and Regina couldn't help the grin on her face.

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" Emma teased.

Regina chuckled, laughing harder when Emma groaned.

"Fuck, when you laugh, you squeeze me even tighter."

"You love when I do that, darling."

"Fuck, yes I do. But right now, it's not helping my situation."

"I am not looking to help your situation, darling. I want you to come. But yes, I am quite proud of myself. I am the one to make you feel this much pleasure, Em-ma. Why would I not be incredibly proud of myself?"

Emma groaned as Regina squeezed her again, rocking her hips.

"Fuck, woman. You're gonna be the death of me."

"My days of murdering people are over, my love."

"Could've fooled me," Emma said lightly.

She held tight to Regina's hip and leaned forward, smiling when Regina craned up to meet her in a kiss. Emma pulled back just enough to look at her.

"I love you."

"And I you, darling. Now please, come inside of me."

Emma groaned as a pang of arousal shot right between her legs.

"Fuck, Regina. You're making it really hard to hold off."

"I want to watch you come, Emma. Stop denying me what I want."

Emma swallowed hard. She simply nodded, unable to do anything else.

But first.

Emma stroked her thumb against Regina's clit, sliding it beneath the hood, searching for the spot that made Regina scream.

"Gods, Emma. You feel incredible. The way you touch me…"

Emma bit her lip. She loved when Regina spoke; she loved the sound of her voice. But she was way too close. She needed to concentrate on making her lover come first, so she set a slow pace with her hips, biting harder on her lower lip to distract herself. She knew the slower rhythm would serve to tease Regina while also staving off her own orgasm.

Emma pulled nearly all the way out and slowly pushed back in, her thumb never straying from Regina's clit, pushing her cock in at a snail's pace and watching as Regina moaned and squirmed and pleaded with her to go faster. She loved when Regina got this desperate, so she continued her leisurely pace, her eyes glued to the expression on Regina's face. She knew it felt incredible for Regina, but she also knew it wasn't enough.

Finally, Regina's eyes popped open in a glare, unable to take Emma's teasing any longer.

"Enough of that, Emma Swan. Fuck me."

Emma's hips responded immediately, bucking hard. Regina threw her head back in a cry of pleasure, nodding.

"Like that. Harder."

Emma did as she was told, pulling back once and slamming inside, stomach clenching when Regina cried out in pleasure. She watched as Regina's breasts bounced with the force of her thrust, thoroughly enjoying the groan of delight that Regina uttered. She repeated the action, watching as her lover squirmed before her.

Regina scrambled at the straps as she tried desperately to move against Emma, trying to buck back against her lover, wanting to take some control to speed up the incredibly pleasurable sensations between her legs. Every time she moved, however, the swing simply turned. Regina could get no momentum. She was entirely at Emma's mercy, and while that was typically something that Regina despised, a feeling that usually made her feel incredible panic, right now, it was fuelling her arousal, making her feel more desperate, more wanton. It was amazing the effect that trust had on her libido. She liked being at Emma's mercy. But only Emma's.

"Faster, Emma. More."

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

Emma increased the tempo of her hips, snapping them harder into her lover, her thumb rubbing faster, tighter circles on Regina's swollen clit. She watched, eyes on Regina's face, as the woman began shuddering, her fingernails turning white as she clutched at the straps above her head, moaning loudly. Emma could hear the squelching sounds Regina's pussy made every time she pumped inside of her, the sounds fuelling her desire. The moans tumbling from Regina's lips were not helping either, especially not when she started panting Emma's name, begging her to fuck her more, fuck her harder, fuck her faster.

"Emma. Emma, fuck. Emma. I'm going to- Oh, darling, I'm going to come."

Emma nodded, though Regina's eyes were closed.

"Yes, baby. Come on, come for me."

Regina's eyes shot open the second before she came, gaze locking with Emma's, and it was when their eyes connected that she finally crashed over the edge, her entire body seizing as pleasure ripped through her body.

Emma groaned when Regina's cunt squeezed her cock tight, gripping Regina's hip as she continued pounding into her now spasming pussy. It was too much. Too many stimuli, watching Regina, seeing the pleasure on her face, feeling her body as it worked through the waves of orgasm, hearing her moans of delight, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room. It was overwhelming and Emma couldn't hold back anymore. Her dick hardened, her balls tightened, and her breathing became erratic.

Regina, noting the tell-tale signs Emma was about to come, immediately started nodding.

"Yes, Emma. I can feel how hard you are. Come, darling. I want you to. Please, my love. Come inside of me."

Emma groaned and then she burst, spilling within Regina, filling her, stomach clenching when she heard Regina's moans of delight as she emptied herself.

"Mmm, darling," Regina moaned, breathing heavily. "I love it when you come inside of me."

Emma, still panting, eyes closed, clutching at the straps of the swing, could only nod in response. Her brain was fried, her legs were wobbly, and it took her several minutes before she could finally open her eyes. Regina was looking at her in amusement, lazily stroking the skin of her sternum as she waited for Emma to come to.

"God, you're beautiful."

"As are you, my love."

Emma reluctantly pulled out, moving gently so as to not cause Regina any discomfort. She then quickly took a step forward, pressing Regina's wet pussy to her thigh, shielding her from the cold air. They both moaned when her leg made contact with Regina's sopping sex, chuckling at the other's reaction.

"You're so wet. It's so fucking sexy."

"You arouse me as no other has, Emma."

"Good. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to be the only one who ever does again," Emma murmured, reaching out and stroking Regina's cheek.

Regina reached up and wrapped her hand around Emma's, nuzzling her cheek into her palm.

"I want no one else, Emma. Only you. It will only ever be you from now on."

"Good. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. I didn't know I could love this hard. You're it for me, baby."

Regina turned her head, kissing her wrist.

"I feel similarly, darling."

Emma bent down, still cupping the side of Regina's face, and kissed her deeply. Regina responded in tow, kissing her back just as intensely.

When Emma finally pulled back, Regina was panting again, looking just as beautiful as ever.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"And I you, Emma Swan."


A/N: I hope you enjoyed the smut ;)

In other news, the baby really does need a name. Suggestions?

I'm hoping for something that either has a really nice meaning, or perhaps something that's a combination of Emma's/Regina's names. Or something that works well with Henry's name :)

I don't have anything picked out yet as I kind of wanted readers to choose.