"Yes, perfect. Just like that. Now, rest your arm just on top of your belly, and bring it slightly forward to show off your ring as well. Exactly, excellent. Hold that pose."
Emma watched from behind the photographer, eyes glued to Regina, who looked absolutely stunning in her strapless eggplant-coloured dress, which clung to every curve in a way that left Emma's throat dry. Emma stared as Regina shifted around, smiled, bit her lip, looked down, following the photographer's directions and guidance. They'd only been here about half an hour, and already Emma could feel the stirring of arousal deep in her belly. Regina looked stunning, absolutely beautiful, and she could not tear her eyes from her fiancée.
The photographer (an incredibly sweet woman named Sophie) had decided to pose Regina first in this dress, which looked incredible on her. When she'd gotten all of the photographs she wanted, Sophie then had Emma help Regina change into a pair of jeans, a black bra, and a white oversized blouse. Sophie buttoned and unbuttoned the top, Emma watching as an increasingly enticing amount of skin was exposed. She waited patiently, enthralled in the process of photographing Regina's unbelievably sexy belly. Emma's breath caught in her throat, however, when Sophie directed Regina to take off her top entirely, leaving her only in a bra and open jeans.
Emma shifted on the spot, adjusting herself as discreetly as she could. The photographer was facing Regina, so she saw nothing. Regina, however, noticed Emma's predicament and grinned. She was also a little wet, Emma's unwavering attention sending chills down her spine. She could feel her body react to her fiancée's gaze, heat stirring low in her belly, settling deep between her legs. It pleased her immensely to know that Emma was enjoying the show (not that Regina thought she wouldn't). Regina bit her lip as she began conspiring, thinking of all of the ways she could tease Emma without being caught.
Noticing that Sophie stopped often to adjust lighting, or to adjust pieces of Regina's clothing, or to fiddle with her camera, Regina began plotting. Whenever the woman paused to adjust something, her attention held elsewhere, Regina began purposefully making eye contact with Emma, telling her with her expression exactly what she was thinking about. Her belly fluttered with excitement when Emma swallowed hard, shifting in place, glaring at her.
Encouraged (for Regina knew Emma loved this just as much as she did), Regina moved on to biting her lip, running her tongue slowly along the swollen flesh. When Sophie had walked away to switch the backdrop, Regina made sure she held Emma's gaze before giving one slow, subtle rock of her hips against the stool upon which she was perched. Emma had visibly reacted to that one, immediately looking away and taking a deep breath as she slowly tried to walk off the way she hardened in her jeans.
"Okay, Emma. I think we're ready for some couples shots."
Emma cleared her throat, forcing a smile as she made her way over to where Regina sat. She glanced over at Sophie, who was yet again fiddling with her camera, Emma ducking down to murmur in Regina's ear.
"You are a very naughty girl."
Regina bit back a laugh, grinning mischievously up at Emma. They held eye contact for a moment, both women smiling at one another, before Emma caved and leaned forward, kissing Regina softly on the lips. She really did love this side of Regina.
When they pulled back, they glanced over at Sophie, who was smiling widely at them.
"Got some really cute candid shots just now. You guys are too cute."
Regina exchanged a quick look with Emma before glancing back at Sophie, smiling innocently.
"Thank you."
They took several shots in their matching outfits (jeans, white blouses, and black bras), until Sophie directed them to first remove their shirts, taking several more poses. Emma thoroughly enjoyed the experience, excited at the prospect of getting to see these pictures once they had been touched up. She and Regina rarely took photos together, and she was eager to see how these ones would turn out. She was also particularly excited about the idea of having photos of Regina, so beautiful in her pregnancy. Emma would always have her memories, and she would cherish them, but she was also incredibly glad that she'd get to see photos of her incredibly attractive fiancée. The only problem was, she was getting a little too excited, particularly when Regina began purposefully rubbing herself against her when they readjusted their positions.
"Okay. Now I'll get you to strip down to your underwear," Sophie said, laughing at Emma's expression. "Yes, Sherriff. Your underwear."
Emma blinked a few times. It would be incredibly difficult (or downright impossible) to hide her physical reaction to Regina without her jeans. Except…
"Could you just give me a second?"
Emma quickly made her way to the change room, stripping off her jeans and closing her eyes, focusing on magic-ing the pair of boxers she had stuffed in her underwear drawer. They were tight, a little restrictive, but they'd do well to help hide the inevitable erection she'd get, especially considering that she'd been half-hard since Regina had started toying with her earlier.
Emma quickly removed the boxers she'd been wearing, slipping the new ones on and tucking herself in carefully. She then slid on the other pair overtop, looking at the floor-length mirror in the change room and adjusting herself. She'd gone soft now that she was away from Regina, but she knew that would be short lived.
She quickly made her way back out of the change room, joining Regina and Sophie.
"Are you alright?" Regina whispered, relieved when Emma offered her a genuine smile.
"I'm great. I just needed a second."
Regina glanced down and then back up into Emma's eyes, a knowing smirk on her lips. She turned to Sophie without further comment, leaning into Emma's arms as she was told. The next few poses went smoothly, Emma grinning widely as Sophie guided through several different positions (Regina wrapped in Emma's arms; Emma kneeling before Regina, head against her belly; both women placing their hands on Regina's belly, hands forming heart shapes). Internally, she was screaming, her belly tight as Regina refused to stop rubbing and touching her, discreetly of course, causing Emma's body to go haywire. But when Regina murmured in her ear (during one of the poses where their heads were leaning against one another) that she couldn't wait to suck Emma off while she looked at the photos, Emma knew she had to level the playing field. She knew Regina knew exactly what she was doing to her.
Two could play this game.
"Alright. Do you guys have any requests? Anything you had in mind?"
Emma, purposefully avoiding Regina's eye, smiled sweetly at Sophie as she rubbed Regina's shoulders.
"I was thinking we could do a super intimate shot. I saw it when I was browsing maternity photos. They had the partner holding the pregnant woman's breasts, but she'd removed her bra first. Maybe if we dimmed the lights and used a dark backdrop, we could do that in silhouette?"
Regina swallowed hard, trying desperately to control her breathing as she considered Emma's words. That would be an incredibly intimate pose, and Regina could feel her body reacting to it.
"If you're not uncomfortable with the idea, that is," Emma added, looking at Sophie.
"Oh, no. Of course not. Lots of couples do that. Regina? What do you think?"
"I believe it would be a nice photo," she replied, a little breathier than she had meant to.
"Perfect. Let me change the backdrop."
When Sophie moved behind them, Regina looked up at Emma, glaring. Emma simply smiled innocently at her. Regina reached up, cupping the back of Emma's neck.
"You'll regret this, Miss Swan," Regina murmured in her ear, though the threat was feigned.
Regina was excited at the prospect of such a photo, but like hell she was about to admit that. This was about one-upping Emma, and she was absolutely going to win.
Regina waited until Sophie had dimmed the lights, holding her bra in place as Emma undid the back. She then slowly pulled down the straps, biting her tongue as Emma slowly slid her fingers across her nipples. Damn her. Regina knew she had done that on purpose, teasing her until she felt hardened tips against her palm.
Regina was absolutely going to show her.
"Perfect. Beautiful. Emma, would you tilt your head forward just- yes. Exactly. Hold that."
Sophie took a few shots, Regina biding her time, until the woman told her to look up at Emma, Regina grinning salaciously. She tilted her head, reaching up and tugging Emma forward in an upside down kiss, Emma standing behind her and holding her breasts, defenseless against Regina's wandering hands.
"Oh, that's beautiful. Hold that for sure a second."
Regina kept her lips pressed tightly to Emma's, shifting when Sophie indicated she'd gotten the perfect shot. She then kissed her way along Emma's jaw, pausing at her ear and breathing heavily against it.
"I love the way your fingers feel against my nipples, Em-ma," Regina said lowly. "I cannot wait to feel your hard cock inside of me tonight. I am dripping for you, darling. Aching for you to be inside of me."
Emma's voice caught in her throat. She tried desperately not to react to Regina's words, but her tone, along with her breath against her ear, not to mention the full tits in her hands, it was all too much. She felt herself get hard, and she had to bite down on her tongue when Regina rubbed herself against her knowingly. Thank God it was dark in the room.
"Stop it," Emma growled in her ear.
Regina giggled, and that only made Emma's situation worse.
"Alright," Sophie said, smiling. "I think that's it. Unless you had other poses you wanted to take?"
"No," Emma said quickly, needing to end this before Regina could torture her some more. "Unless you did?"
Regina grinned.
"No. I'm happy with the photos we've taken."
Sophie nodded, glancing at her phone.
"We've gone quite a bit longer than expected, and I have a video consultation with another couple in a few minutes. Will you be okay to show yourselves out? I know it's bad practice-"
"Nonsense," Regina interrupted, shaking her head. "We've taken up far more of your time than we had planned. Please, attend to your next clients. We can find our way out. Thank you, Sophie."
"Of course, Madame Mayor. Sherriff."
Emma nodded in Sophie's direction, releasing the breath of air she'd been holding.
"You are going to be the death of me," Emma reproached, squeezing Regina's breasts in admonishment. "You're terrible."
"You started it," Regina countered, leaning back into Emma's strong embrace.
"I definitely did not!"
Regina snickered. She twisted on the stool, grinning up at Emma, whose eyes fell to her breasts, now bared to her.
"You certainly didn't discourage it, darling," Regina replied, nuzzling Emma's stomach. She placed a soft kiss above her belly button, delighting in the sharp breath that she heard from above.
"Regina…"
Regina grinned to herself, standing. She leaned up and kissed Emma soundly on the mouth, hands roaming up and down her sides before reaching between her legs and cupping Emma gently. She stroked her a few times, moaning when she felt her fiancée twitch beneath her fingers.
"Regina," Emma panted against her lips. "We can't do this here."
"Meet me in the change room," Regina grinned, leaving Emma to stare after her. "Don't forget my bra, Sherriff."
Emma swallowed once, twice, watching Regina's retreating form. There was no way they could do this here, but God damn, her hard-on was also making a very, very valid point.
Emma bent down and scooped up Regina's bra, reminding herself that this was a very bad idea. They should go home. They should go home and have sex there, she thought, heading towards the door Regina had entered. She nodded to herself as she opened the door to the change room. That's what they would do. They'd dress quickly and then make their way back to the house.
As soon as the change room door closed, Regina pounced, pressing Emma firmly into the door and kissing her soundly on the mouth. Her hand once again found its way between Emma's legs, snaking into her underwear (Regina faltering for a moment when she discovered a second layer of boxers) and moaning when her hand felt Emma's hot hardness.
"Regina," Emma panted, hips bucking into her hand. "Regina, we can't."
"Oh, yes we can. Be quiet, and no one will know." Regina kissed her firmly again before pulling back. "Help me to my knees."
Emma's eyes widened.
"Regina, no. You're going to kill your knees."
"Then perhaps you could provide me with a cushion," Regina replied, raising an eyebrow. "And a spell to help take some of your child's weight off of my back."
Emma groaned, looking her fiancée in the eye.
"You really want to do this?"
"Don't tell me you don't, Emma."
"I do," Emma replied, licking her lips. "But it's risky."
"Isn't that the fun of it all?"
Emma squeezed her eyes shut. That particular look, the lust-filled, mischievous one that Regina currently sported, would be her undoing.
Finally, Emma nodded. Sophie was in a call, and she'd likely be occupied for a while. She sent a quick silencing spell over the change room before magic-ing a pillow from their bedroom and dropping it at Regina's feet. She then took Regina's hands and helped guide her to the floor, looking her in the eyes and holding her gaze.
"I'm going to cast the spell to hold you up a little. Is that okay?"
Regina nodded, smiling softly at her. She trusted Emma with her life. This spell felt so incredibly different when it was Emma's magic surrounding her, holding her weightless. It felt safe and comforting rather than restrictive and terrifying.
"I'm okay, Emma."
"You know that the second you want me to lift it, I will, right? You're in charge of this."
"I know, darling. Thank you."
Satisfied that Regina was fully consenting, Emma placed a gentle kiss at her forehead and let her magic flow through her hands. She maintained eye contact with Regina the entire time, watching her carefully as her magic enveloped her lover, supporting her weight.
"Okay?"
"Perfect."
"Yes, you are," Emma agreed, leaning forward to kiss her.
Regina kissed Emma back gently, pushing back on her shoulder when she grew impatient.
"I want you in my mouth now, Emma."
Emma chuckled, hearing Regina's annoyance in her voice.
"Alright, alright."
Emma quickly got up, biting her lip as Regina ripped at her underwear. The way Regina so eagerly tore at her clothing made Emma grow even harder, breath hitching as Regina licked her lips as she got closer to her prize. Regina let out a sigh of relief when she freed Emma's cock from the confines of her boxers, looking at her hungrily when her hardness was finally bared to her.
"There you are," Regina purred, giving one long stroke of her hand along Emma's cock.
Emma head fell hard against the back of the door when Regina leaned forward and kissed the tip of her cock, her eyes staring, transfixed, as Regina peppered kisses along the length of her. She groaned loudly when Regina looked up at held her gaze, lazily dragging her tongue up the underside of her dick, her pink tongue swirling the head of her when she reached her tip.
"Mmm, darling, you're so hard for me," Regina complimented, ensuring that she held Emma's gaze as she stroked the tip of her cock against her lips. "I can't wait to taste you."
"Regina," Emma whimpered, hips shaking as she fought against the desperate need to plunge into Regina's awaiting mouth.
"Yes, my love?"
"Please," she said softly, looking directly at Regina's lips. She wanted to be inside her hot mouth so desperately.
Taking pity on her lover, Regina opened her mouth and gently sucked the tip between her lips, moaning happily when she tasted Emma's precum. She fought the smile that formed at the sounds Emma made when she sucked her further into her mouth, her hand coming up to cradle and gently stroke her balls, sucking slowly, gliding her further and further into her mouth until she felt Emma nudge the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and swallowed, slipping Emma further back until she was down her throat, leaning into the palm that cradled her cheek tenderly.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Regina."
Emma squeezed her eyes shut, needing a momentary reprieve from the incredibly erotic image of Regina on her knees, looking up at her with her big, beautiful brown eyes, sucking her deep in her throat, her belly nudging at Emma's legs as she swallowed her entire length. It took everything in her not to slam her hips forward. Regina felt incredible around her cock, Emma's eyes fluttering open when she felt the woman's fingers stroke at her hip. Their gazes met immediately, Emma's belly jumping in desire at the way Regina looked up at her.
Still holding Emma's gaze, Regina swallowed a few more times before pulling back slowly, sucking hard, her tongue stroking back and forth along her lover's shaft. She reveled in the way Emma's eyes glazed over with lust, heart clenching at the incredibly gentle way Emma's fingers traced along her cheekbone. She wasn't even sure if her fiancée realised she was doing it. With the way Emma was staring directly into her eyes, her breathing shallow, lips slightly parted as she panted and moaned, it almost seemed like it was an unconscious action, wanting the connection while Regina was on her knees before her.
Emma cried out when Regina suddenly sucked her deep, rolling her balls in her hand as she eagerly stroked the tip of Emma's length against the back of her throat. Emma's hand gently held the back of Regina's head, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
"God, Regina. Fuck, baby. You are so fucking sexy."
Regina looked up and hallowed her cheeks as she slowly sucked her way up and off of Emma's hardness, breathing heavily as she caught her lover's eyes.
"I love sucking your cock," Regina replied, her tongue swirling around the tip of it. "Where would you like to come?"
Emma groaned, head falling back against the door as she panted against the feeling of Regina's hot mouth once against enveloping her whole. Where did she want to come? She needed to decide soon because it wasn't going to take her very long. She was getting close.
Emma's eyes fluttered open and as she panted against the door, her fingers subconsciously stroking at Regina's temple, spotting the floor length mirror in the back of the room.
Emma bit her lip. She noticed a chair off to the side, wondering if she could magic it in place and fuck Regina from behind, bending her forward in front of the mirror.
Regina grinned to herself when she heard Emma groaned. She'd clearly decided. She removed Emma's dick from her mouth with a pop, looking up at her and asking what she wanted.
"I want to fuck you in front of that mirror, baby."
Regina paused, looking over to where Emma indicated. She hadn't expected that. She had assumed Emma would want to come down her throat, or perhaps on her breasts.
"Really?"
Emma nodded eagerly.
"If you want."
"I always want you inside of me, darling. Tell me what you'd like," Regina replied, holding her hand out so Emma could help her up.
Emma lifted the spell she'd cast on her lover before gently guiding her up from her knees, wincing in sympathy as Regina took a second to shake out the stiffness in her legs.
"Okay?"
"Yes," Regina assured her, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. "Now, tell me what you'd like."
Rather than tell her, Emma walked over to the wooden chair, lifting it and bringing it to face the mirror. She then turned to Regina, grinning widely.
"Think you can magic this to stay in place while I fuck you from behind? I want you to watch me while I take you."
Regina took a second to breathe against the pang of arousal that hit her heavily between her legs. She could feel the wetness spill between her legs, finally nodding to acknowledge Emma's question. She slowly walked over, waving her hand as she cast her spell, before grabbing the back of the chair with both hands. She spread her legs, looking up in the mirror and meeting Emma's eyes.
"Fuck me, darling. Make me scream."
Emma groaned, moving behind Regina and kissing her shoulder. She held her gaze in the mirror, hands roaming up and down her body before making their way around to her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Regina's eyes drifted to where her hands toyed with her breasts, eyelids drooping with desire.
Emma took a step forward to press herself against her back, rubbing her erection against Regina's ass, mouthing her neck.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Regina. I'm going to cast the spell again, okay? So there's not so much weight on your back."
"Yes. Hurry."
Emma did as she was told, smiling at Regina in the mirror when she finished.
"That okay?"
"Yes. Now please, fuck me. I need you."
Emma moved up to Regina's ear, finding the sensitive spot behind her earlobe and swiping it with her tongue. She held Regina's hip with one hand, the other probing between her folds from behind, groaning at the slickness she found there. She coated her fingers before sliding them down and teasing at her clit, circling the hardened nub.
"Emma," Regina gasped, eyes closing, hips rocking towards the delicious touch. "More."
Emma did as she was told, looking in the mirror, watching Regina's face as she brought her fingers back and began probing at her entrance. She gently slid in one, then two fingers, circling her entrance and teasing the muscle open. She massaged it slowly, carefully, watching Regina's expression as she opened her up to her exploring digits.
"Gods, Emma."
Regina's eyes fluttered open, meeting Emma's gaze in the mirror. It was unbelievably erotic to look her directly in the eyes as Emma's fingers plunged inside of her.
"Inside," Regina croaked, rocking her hips back. "I want you inside."
"Should I… Are you-"
"I'm fine, Emma. I'm still ready from what you did to me this morning," Regina assured her, her belly tightening as she recalled the way Emma had dropped to her knees in the shower and licked her from behind. "It won't hurt, darling."
Emma debated, ultimately relenting when Regina uttered a soft 'please'. She moved behind Regina, focusing carefully, grinning when she heard a gasp of pleasure. She concentrated for another few seconds, her magic targeted to Regina's clit, swirling and fluttering against the swollen nub. She couldn't reach it with her hand when she took her from behind now that Regina was so heavily pregnant, so Emma had had to get creative, but Regina really didn't seem to mind.
Emma grabbed her shaft in hand, stroking it up and down Regina's dripping cunt, coating it in her lover's arousal. She then lined herself up, looking up and pausing, waiting for Regina to meet her gaze. When she finally did, she asked her without saying a word, only gently pushing in when Regina nodded eagerly.
"Oh, Gods, yes, Emma. Just like that," Regina groaned in relief, head falling forward onto her bent arms, hips rocking backwards against the hardened length breaching her body. "Fuck. Fuck. So good, Emma."
Emma clenched her teeth hard as she slowly, gently eased herself into Regina's hot, tight cunt, eyes glued to the woman before her. Regina was bent forward, panting, hips rocking, moaning in a way that hit Emma right between the legs. And when she gave a short, quick nudge forward, slightly harder than she normally would have so soon (feeling confident given that her magic was working overtime on Regina's clit), she was rewarded with Regina throwing her head back and crying out in pleasure.
"Gods, yes, Emma. Fuck me. Hard, Emma. Fuck me harder."
Unable to resist her demanding (and unbelievably erotic) tone, Emma did as she was told, hips automatically snapping forward.
"Yes, yes," Regina chanted, hips rocking back to meet Emma's thrusts. "Touch my nipples, Emma. Touch me."
Emma immediately did as directed, grabbing Regina's breasts and rolling the hardened tips between her fingers.
"Fuck, Regina. You are so hot. Look at yourself. Look at how sexy you are."
Regina looked up, a pang of arousal hitting her hard as she looked over just how wanton she appeared. She looked up at Emma, who was watching her so raptly. To have all of the woman's undivided attention, her desire so clearly written on her face, was too much for Regina.
"Emma I'm going to- ah!" Regina gripped the edge of the chair, the orgasm ripping through her so quickly that she was unable to finish her sentence.
"God, you're so fucking sexy, Regina," Emma groaned. "So fucking hot. I love fucking you."
Regina nodded eagerly, leaning heavily on her arms as Emma showed absolutely no signs of stopping.
"You're going to come again, sweetheart. I want to hear how wet you get for me. We aren't stopping until the sounds of my dick fucking your soaked pussy fill this room."
Regina's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she panted heavily as she tried to regain any sense of control over her body. She felt out of control, the photoshoot earlier acting as an incredibly erotic, drawn out form of foreplay, having occurred on what felt like theco heels of an incredible orgasm in the shower this morning. And now, Regina felt delirious with pleasure, unable to think against the feeling of Emma's magic rubbing against her clit, the woman's fingers teasing her nipples, Emma's rock hard fucking her deep. And her voice, God, her words. Regina could no longer form thoughts.
"Emmaaaaa," Regina whined, not even sure what she was asking for.
"Yeah, baby. Do you feel me so deep inside of you? Fuck, you feel incredible, sweetheart. You're so tight against my dick. I love it when you come; you squeeze me so fucking tight. Feels incredible. Come again, baby. I want to feel you grip me again."
Regina moaned as Emma encouraged her to come again, her body responding to her lover's demands.
"That's it, sweetheart. Your body knows exactly what I want," Emma panted, pinching Regina's nipples a little more roughly now that she'd come once, knowing Regina liked it a little more aggressive after she'd come. "Give me what I want, Regina. Come all over me. Get me nice and wet."
Regina began crying out, spine arching as her pussy clenched, preparing to peak again. Then Emma stretched her nipples roughly, her magic digging harshly under the hood of her clit, and Regina screamed, gripping the chair until her fingers turned white, holding on for dear life as Emma bucked aggressively between her legs. Her head swam as Emma demanded she come harder, Regina squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the orgasm to tear through her body. She began panting harshly, feeling almost lightheaded with it, and as she began to groan, Emma spoke again.
"Look at me, Regina," Emma demanded. "Look at me when you come."
Regina's eyes popped open and the second their eyes connected, she screamed. Wetness seeped between Regina's legs, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
"Oh, Gods, Emma. I can't- oh fuck, Emma. Come with me."
"Okay, baby. I'll come with you this time."
"Yes. Yes. Please, darling. Ple-" Regina's voice caught as she held Emma's gaze, her entire body seizing for a split second, even her breathing stopped.
Her eyes widened and then she tilted her head back and came with a silent cry, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Regina then gasped loudly, falling forward onto her arms. She felt Emma yank at her hips, hauling her backwards onto her hard shaft, driving into her cunt, and then suddenly there was a pressure, deep inside.
"Oh, Gods, Emma. I'm going to burst. I-"
"Do it," Emma commanded.
Emma knew exactly what that meant, knew that Regina was warning her. She was going to squirt all over her, and Emma wanted it. She gripped her hip tightly in displeasure when Regina fought the need, wiggling and twisting, trying to avoid it.
"Magic, Regina. I'll clean the mess. Now fucking come all over me."
It only took one, two more sharp snaps of her hips before Regina exploded, Emma groaning with deep satisfaction as she felt her pussy seize her hardness, hot liquid bursting from within her lover and soaking her thighs. Emma felt her stomach tighten almost painfully, and she draped herself along Regina's back as she followed behind, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction as she emptied herself.
"Fuck, yes. Emma. I love feeling you finish inside of me."
Emma, no longer able to form words, simply wrapped her arms around Regina's middle and placed soft kisses along her skin. They stood there, panting, both women groaning in disapproval as Emma slid out of her tight cunt.
Emma pulled back in confusion when she felt the body beneath her begin vibrating.
"Are you laughing?"
"No," Regina said, stifling another giggle. "I can't believe you convinced me to do this in the change room. You are the sheriff. Have you no sense of propriety?"
"Oh my God," Emma responded, shaking her head. "This was definitely all your idea."
Emma took a small step back, hands still on Regina's hips (she didn't want to break contact with her lover just yet), grinning widely as she watched Regina continue to giggle. Emma rolled her eyes, though she felt the familiar tug of affection she always felt when she looked at her fiancée. She watched Regina for another moment (she was so incredibly beautiful, always, but especially when she was laughing), before lifting the spell she'd cast and turning to the floor of the change room. She waved her hand, cleaning up the wet spot that had formed on the carpet. Emma then walked over to where their clothes were, grabbing Regina's outfit and carefully helping her back into it, letting out her own chuckle when she heard Regina's continuous giggles.
"You're cute when you giggle."
Regina immediately sobered.
"I'm not giggling."
"Oh, you're definitely giggling," Emma countered, slipping on her jeans and zipping them up. "Totally giggling."
Emma made her way back to the chair, looking at Regina, who narrowed her eyes at her.
"I do not giggle, Emma Swan."
Emma grinned, placing the chair back when Regina finally waved her arm. She then looked around the room, satisfied that everything was back in place, before turning back to Regina and holding out her hand.
"You're also cute when you're in denial."
"I'll murder you on the spot if you say another word."
"Ohh, I love it when you get kinky."
Regina glared, slipping her hand into Emma's.
"Giggling," Emma confirmed, enveloping them in a cloud of white smoke.