Chapter XLV
Everything
Author's Notes: Explicit Sexual Situation. This fic finally earns it's M rating. There is no plot so if you prefer not to read badly written smut, feel free to skip this chapter.
They had attended a fairytale ball, fought a monster, and shared a midnight picnic. It was a crazy, amazing and literally magical first date. Disney couldn't have done it better. It was the best possible outcome, especially for them. Considering their short and disastrous dating histories, tonight was a total success.
Then again, eating pizza and doing a kid's science project was great too. In a different, homey kind of way. Emma enjoyed both. She enjoyed everything when she did it with Regina.
Regina was a beautiful mystery. Every time she thought she had Regina figured out, Emma learned something new. New and wonderful. Every discovery was an adventure. Every little thing she learned gave her a new insight into the woman who raised their son. Little glances at who she was, little insights into who she wanted to be. Emma took everything offered to her and wanted more. Wanted everything.
Now it was the two of them in Regina's bedroom. Regina's words still rang in her ears.
"Make love to me, Miss Swan."
Emma's brain short-circuited. Every part of her body sparked to life. She had imagined this, them, so many times. In so many ways. Every fantasy, every daydream, it all paled in comparison to reality.
Emma didn't know what to say, wasn't even sure she could string sounds together into words if she'd wanted to. She reached out and gently touched Regina's cheek.
There was a part of her, a pent-up and horny part, that wanted to back Regina up, push her onto the bed and devour her. They would have wild, sweaty, and a little kinky, sex. No. It was not just sex. Emma didn't want just sex. Emma wanted to rewrite Regina's definition of sex.
Regina hadn't asked for sex, though. Regina's voice, whiskey and velvet, repeated Emma's head. Love.
"Make love to me, Miss Swan."
This was their first time together and some people might say they were moving too fast. It didn't feel too fast. It felt like they'd been waiting forever. She'd been dreaming about Regina for years. Dreaming of and reaching for her. All her travels, all her wandering, and searching had led her here, to Regina. Emma had been searching for her, for Storybrooke, for home. Now they were here. They were together. They were ready. They, this moment, was Tallahassee.
This wasn't the time for a fast and furious fuck. They had all night and Emma would make every minute count.
Emma leaned in and kissed her. She could taste sweet smores on Regina's lips. She broke their kiss, short and chaste, and rested her forehead against Regina's. Tonight was important, a big step in their relationship, but she wasn't afraid. Kissing Regina felt right, and it was easy, like, breathing. Emma could lose herself kissing Regina. She wanted more than a kiss, though. She needed more. Emma needed everything.
She stepped back and fumbled around to find a light switch.
"Emma?" There was a note of confusion in Regina's gorgeous voice.
Emma finally found the switch. Warm light flooded the room, and made Regina's skin glow.
"I want to see you."
Emma went right back to Regina. Her fingers itched to map every inch of Regina's skin, to memorize every scar and dimple. She wanted to see her dark eyes go wide and flutter shut. She wanted to bask in Regina's scent and drink in the taste of her.
"Turn around."
"What?" Regina blinked.
"I want to see you. All of you. Everything." Emma smiled, "So we need to get this gorgeous dress off of you." She looked her up and down, "But we can leave the heels on."
Regina cocked a brow and her lips twitched a little. "Heels?"
Emma felt her cheeks burn red, but instead of being embarrassed, she decided to own it. "I'm only human and you have amazing legs."
Regina didn't quite grin but Emma could tell that she liked it. Instead of saying anything else, Regina turned on a single high heel like a dancer. Emma forgot to breathe for a moment.
When she remembered to breathe, Emma caught the sweet scent of Regina's skin. It was sexy but also comfortable, calming. Her magic, or whatever, had cleaned away the noxious smoke and darkness. Emma pressed close and let her lips brush against Regina's neck. Her skin was warm, clean and perfect. Emma had healed her. Her dress was not. Regina's dress was ripped, torn, and scorched. It was ruined, a total loss.
Better the dress than her queen.
Emma slid her fingers along Regina's bareback. Regina shivered and let her head fall backward and offered her neck. Emma pressed another kiss to Regina's throat. Her fingers followed the line of Regina's spine back to the top where the fabric of the dress started again. Emma moved her hands around the swell of Regina's hips and up her sides and stopped at her flat stomach. She pressed a kiss to the other side of Regina's throat.
Emma held Regina close for a moment. Emma buried her nose in Regina's hair, curly and wild from the night's fight. She soaked in everything, enjoyed every second of having Regina in her arms. Emma's right hand slid up and found the bottom of the plunging neckline. She slid her hand along Regina's stomach and came to rest below her glorious breasts. Emma pressed small open mouth kisses to Regina's neck and shoulders. Emma let her teeth scrape and the tip of her tongue soothe. She could feel Regina's pulse pounding under her lips. She could taste sweet perfume and tangy salt on her tongue.
She moved slow and steady, and let Regina's body, her reactions, lead her. Emma felt every hitch in her breath, every shudder, every little twitch. Emma moved up, dragging her fingers up between her breasts. She trailed across the delicate jut of her collarbone to her shoulder. Emma felt Regina's heart. It beat in time with her own jack-hammering one.
Emma peeled the sleeve down Regina's arm. She mapped Regina's arms with her fingers. She traced the sharp angle of her elbow and the delicate flex of her wrist. Emma did the same with her other arm and frowned at the torn material there. The top of Regina's dress fell, leaving her top bare. Emma reached around her to pull her close, Regina's back flush against her front. She moved her hands up each arm and across her shoulder, and down to Regina's chest again. When she cupped the breasts she'd been dreaming of for months, her eyes flew open. Emma had expected warm flesh and pebbled nipples. She felt lace under her fingers instead.
"Hey!"
There was now a black bra where there had only been skin before.
"It was there the whole time, Darling. I made it invisible for the dress." Cheater! Emma would have loved to know that little trick.
"Emma." She could feel Regina's words buzz in her own chest. It brought her back to the present. "It's a front clasp."
Emma pressed a kiss to Regina's neck and turned Regina around again. Regina smiled at her and moved a hand to the middle of her chest and flicked the clasp.
Emma watched, in awe and wonder, as the black lace and silk gave way to sweet, supple flesh. Emma had no words, but even if she'd had, she would have lost them again. It stunned her into silence. Regina shimmied her hips and the black and gold skirt fell into a silk puddle at her feet.
Emma's Queen stood in a tiny pair of black panties, smokey thigh-high stockings, and her high heels. The giant emerald necklace sat between her bare and perfect breasts. She was gorgeous.
A single finger closed then lifted her jaw. "My eyes are up here, Miss Swan." She smirked, "And you are overdressed."
Emma was pretty sure she had died and gone to Heaven.
"Emma." Regina and reached out and tangled her fingers in Emma's hair. "Allow me." She settled her hands on Emma's biceps. She hummed a little and smiled. Her dark eyes fluttered.
Regina was standing in heels and lingerie, but it was her eyes that Emma could not resist. They were captivating, dark with want and shining with hope and maybe even love. Regina had a way of looking at her, it was hard to describe. Regina looked at her like she was the only person in the universe. Like Emma was more precious than gold, jewels or a winning lotto ticket. Like she was everything.
Regina slid around her with grace and intense focus. She dragged her manicured fingernails along Emma's arms and shoulders. Emma shivered, overwhelmed. Her breath hitched when Regina found the ties of her dress.
Regina tugged and untied, loosening the dress's almost-corset. She swept Emma's hair to the side to get a better look. She peeled the dress apart and pulled it down. Lips, teeth, and tongue explored Emma's skin. Regina kissed and nipped her way down her back. Regina went slow, took her time to explore her traps, delts and the hard line of muscle that made up her back. Emma twisted around to look over her shoulder. Emma's jaw dropped and she could barely comprehend what she was seeing. Regina on her knees.
She pulled the rest of the dress down and Emma felt it fall away. Regina moved around her, dragging her nails and lips across her stomach and hips. Emma winced because she knew that Regina saw. Yes, she had a six-pack she dedicated hours in the gym to achieve. There were also imperfections, stretch marks that would never go away.
"Beautiful." Regina kissed the faded silvery lines on her stomach. Then she looked up, dark eyes wide and earnest through her lashes. "You're perfect."
Emma opened her mouth, closed it then opened it again. What? Regina was crazy! She was the beautiful one. Emma was just, well, Emma. The way Regina was looking at her, though, made her feel beautiful too.
In Regina's eyes, she wasn't a princess, a sheriff, a hero. She wasn't some sob-story street kid. She was Just Emma. Just Emma and Regina made it very clear that she was enough. Emma stepped out of her dress, and in her panties and bralette. She felt loved, desired; she felt like she was finally somebody's everything.
"Baby."
Regina skimmed her fingers along Emma's panty line and didn't respond.
"Baby, come up here."
Regina stood up, graceful as the Queen she was. Their bodies were so close and there was, finally, nothing between them. No clothes, no magic, no lies. Emma's skin buzzed and her blood was crackled in her veins. It was like magic.
Emma wrapped her arms around Regina's waist, down over her glorious ass and lifted. She turned them around and placed Regina in the middle of her bed. Regina laid back, her hair a dark halo around her head, curled strands fell over her face. Emma moved slow and gave Regina time and space to stop her or slow her down. "My Queen."
Regina smiled up at her, "Make love to me, Miss Swan."
Regina felt amazing, safe and sexy, in Emma's arms. Emma hovered over her, waiting for permission to continue. She was so thoughtful, so sweet, so perfect.
"Make love to me, Miss Swan."
She flicked her tongue across her lips and wrapped her legs around Emma's hips. She dug her stilettos into Emma's toned back. The way Emma's green eyes widened and sparked told Regina exactly why she liked heels.
Emma supported herself with only her exquisitely sculpted arms. Regina rose on her elbows and kissed her again. There was nothing between them but silk and lace and that was still too much. Regina couldn't stand it. She couldn't wait. Regina flicked her fingers, her magic sparked and everything disappeared. Their undergarments, her shoes, the last smudges of makeup and perfume. It was them, the two of them, and nothing else.
Emma grinned and broke their kiss. "That's cheating!"
Regina moved her legs down, heels gone. She dragged her feet along Emma's thighs and calves.
Regina let herself fall back, she tightened her grip on Emma's hair and pulled her down to the mattress.
That incited a fire in Emma. Emma's hands claimed her. Her touch was soft but insistent, sweet but possessive. Every touch sent sparks through Regina's body. Emma traced patterns down her throat and chest. The first time Emma's finger brushed over her breasts made Regina's entire body shudder.
Emma gave her breasts her undivided attention. She traced her thumbs around her areolas and teased her already peaked nipples.
"Em-" Her voice hitched when Emma used her mouth. Her lips and tongue teased and pleased her erect nipples.
Emma slid one of her long and toned legs between hers. Regina spread her legs wide without conscious thought. Desire drove every movement. Emma smirked, Regina could feel it against her breast. Regina's grip on Emma's hair tightened again she held her in place.
"Emma! Spirits! Don't stop!"
Emma moved from one breast to the other, dropping kisses across her sternum as she went. It was a sweet gesture to break up the raw animal sex appeal. It was a little reminder that this wasn't just sex. This wasn't even making love. It was so much more. It was everything.
Regina's entire body was on fire. She had never felt this way. They weren't even all the way there yet. Emma's hands hadn't gone past her waist, but Regina already felt a delicious tension building.
Emma started to slide down her body. Regina lessened her grip and let gold hair slide through her fingers. Emma kissed and licked her way down her stomach. It was more than a sexual act; it felt like worship. If anything, she should bow to Emma. She was bright and golden, like the ancient sun goddess her people once worshipped.
Emma ran her tongue in circles around her navel. Her toes curled and her heart rate tripled. Regina gasped and grabbed for something, anything, to sink her nails into. She didn't want to hurt Emma, so she grabbed the comforter.
Emma slid lower. Regina could feel her smile against her skin. "Are you ready, My Queen?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
Emma dipped her head down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of each thigh. Then the world tilted off its axis. Lightning exploded behind her eyelids. Regina hadn't even realized she'd closed her eyes. She felt hypersensitized. Every flick of Emma's tongue, every twitch of her lips and graze of her teeth. It all drove Regina higher and faster towards ecstasy. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to hold her moans at bay. Regina's toes curled and her back arched off the bed. Her hips started to jerk and twitch. Emma wrapped her arms around her waist to hold her in place.
"You're so responsive."
Regina could feel Emma's words buzzing against her. Each syllable sent frissons of fire through her body. She could not hold it in anymore. She moaned, loud and squeezed her fingers tight around the blanket.
"Em-ma!"
Emma smiled, Regina could feel the expression against her thigh.
"Come, My Majesty." Emma teased.
She wanted more. She couldn't find words to describe what Emma was doing to her, what she was making her feel.
"Spirits! I-"
Then she felt Emma enter her.
Blankets be damned, she lunged and buried her fingers in Emma's gold curls again.
She'd had sex, but this was so much more. She could feel Emma's passion, loyalty, and care. She bathed and basked in the glory of Emma. Regina felt safe, sexy and connected. She felt a tether from her heart to Emma's. There was no going back now. She was completely, irrevocably, in love with Emma. That knowledge, combined with the magic of Emma's touch pushed her over the edge. Every muscle went rigid and her breath caught. Her orgasm came in powerful waves, battering her senses and crumbling every wall. She made a sound, maybe even screamed. It ripped out of her lungs and echoed off of the walls.
Regina fell back to earth, to the comfort of her bed and Emma's arms. She laid there, flat on her back, for a moment. She recovered her wits and breath slowly. Emma was still hovering at her waist, tracing patterns on her thighs. She looked happier than Regina had ever seen her.
"Darling." She looked down and caught Emma's eyes. "Come here."
Emma moved up to her hands and knees. She crawled up the bed, all power, and sex appeal. There was also a ridiculous smile on her face. "Admit it, Baby, I rocked your world."
Emma supported herself on one arm and bent down for a kiss. Regina could taste herself on Emma's lips. Love. It was better than magic. It was everything she had ever wanted and more. Everything. Emotion welled up in her chest. Regina felt tears welling up in her eyes too. She shook her head. There would be no more tears today.
"Baby?"
Regina smirked and wrapped her legs around Emma's hips.
"You-"
Regina moved, used every ounce of muscle, to change their position. She rolled Emma onto her back. She straddled Emma's hips and looked down at her. Emma glowed like the sun, like the goddess, like the Beloved Light, like Everything. Emma's smile was wide, bright and warm. Her eyes were open, honest and glittering. She was hard lean muscle and soft feminine curves. She was, as Regina had told her, perfect.
She ran her fingers along Emma's well-defined abs. They rippled and strained under her touch. She could spend the rest of eternity touching, loving, Emma.
"What did I say about calling me that?"
Regina raised up on her knees and let the power and poise of the Queen shine through.
"Sorry, Xavi-"
Regina cut her off with a kiss and gazed down at her, taking everything in. Emma was a work of art and she was all hers.
Regina moved from her chiseled abs to her perfect pale breasts. She played with Emma's nipples and grinned when Emma's entire body jolted under her. Emma was beautiful, but more than that, she was gazing up at her like she was the most important thing in the world. All Regina wanted to do was make her feel amazing. She wanted her to pass out from pleasure.
"You're mine now, Miss Swan."
Portals, fireballs, dragons, kisses: nothing was as magical as Regina Mills on top of her. The way her name dropped off of Regina's lips had to be some kind of spell because Emma's entire body reacted.
At this angle, all she could see was Regina. Emma flexed her fingers and dug into Regina's lush hips. Regina's eyes went wide and her nostrils flared. Emma pulled her closer and could feel Regina's wetness on her stomach.
"No." Regina flexed and shimmied away and raised up on her knees again. "I'm in charge."
Emma smirked, she couldn't help it. "Yes, My Majesty." Regina rolled her eyes. Emma knew that it was incorrect, but she liked it. Regina was her queen. Her everything.
Her queen looked down at her. Her eyes were hypnotic and Emma was lost. Regina rolled her hips and cocked a brow. She slid her hand between them. The first brush of Regina's fingers on her clit made Emma see stars.
When Regina immediately withdrew. Emma opened her mouth to say something, definitely not beg. Regina took the two fingers she'd teased her with and pressed them to Emma's lips. She took Regina's fingers into her mouth and cleaned them. She tasted herself and let out a little groan.
"Good Girl."
Oh. Emma felt herself get even wetter, which she didn't know was possible. How had Regina honed in on a kink she hadn't even known she had? The woman had sex magic.
Regina popped her fingers out of Emma's lips and grinned. She slid those slick digits down Emma's chest and stomach. Regina gave her a deliciously dark look and Emma could appreciate the appeal of The Evil Queen. Regina dragged herself down Emma's body. Her nails stung and her soft curls tickled. She rolled and shimmied her hips, which was amazing to watch and even more to feel.
Regina finally settled astride Emma's thigh. Emma flexed her leg so Regina could feel every twitch and ripple of her muscle. Regina's knees squeezed and locked in place. Regina rocked back and forth and let out a pleased little sigh. She moved her hand between Emma's legs and winked. That was the last thing Emma saw before her entire world was flipped upside down and started to spin. Regina's fingers slid inside of her and her thumb circled her clit. The pressure of her thigh made things more intense. Regina knew exactly how to move, how to touch her, how to make her want.
Emma knew what she wanted too, and she took it. She slid her hands from her waist to Regina's perfect ass. She explored it, enjoyed it, memorized every inch. Her skin was smooth, warm and firm. She squeezed and Regina let out a moan, louder and hotter than before. Regina was wetter and sliding against her faster. Her Queen was enjoying herself, which made everything feel even better. Regina's rocking matched her fingers' movements and when she sped up, Emma let out a moan of her own. This was beyond amazing. Emma's entire body was buzzing and alive with pleasure.
Regina was on top of her. Regina's eyes were closed again and her bottom lip was between her teeth. Her hair bounced and tangled over her face. She moved her left hand to Emma's breast again.
Every sound Regina made jolted through Emma like a mini-orgasm. Once Regina allowed herself to feel, to respond, she was all but singing. Emma loved it. Regina always held herself so stiff and controlled herself so rigidly. She should let go more often. Emma loved hearing her moan, hearing her talk, laugh, moan and scream.
There was more, though. She could still taste a mix of herself and Regina on her lips. She could taste their sweat and love. They tasted good and sweet, harmonious together. Maybe it was Emma's imagination, high on pleasure, but they even smelled good together. It smelled like apples and honeysuckle. That was their magic or their natural scents or something. It didn't matter, Emma loved it. She loved her. Emma loved the Queen who was driving her insane.
"Baby" Emma squeezed Regina's ass again. "Please." Regina had kept her on edge for what felt like an eternity. She was evil.
Regina rolled her hips again, her entire body flexed, and she chuckled. She was enjoying herself.
Emma pulled Regina by her ass and moved her, faster and harder. Emma needed her. Regina's fingers sped up to match her. She was so close, and she wanted to bring Regina over the edge again too. "So close, Baby." She pulled Regina down hard on her thigh. Regina threw back her head and let out another loud moan.
She kept Regina moving, faster and held her closer. She wanted them together, connected. This was still making love and as much as Emma wanted to orgasm, she also wanted it to last.
Regina's hand spasmed on Emma's breast. Her breathing was ragged and her moans were coming more and closer together. More than that, she was pushing Emma closer and closer.
"Emma. My Emma." Regina pressed her hand to Emma's chest, right over her heart. "Give yourself to me." Regina curled her fingers and Emma felt herself fly over the edge. Fireworks exploded in her and she felt unhinged. She pulsed, every muscle clenched, and she shook. Above her, Regina had thrown back her head. She wasn't moaning, she was damn near screaming.
Regina fell forward, limp and boneless, on top of her. Aftershocks were still going through both of them. Emma had her world thoroughly rocked. She wrapped her arms around Regina's back and settled her on her chest. Regina was quiet now, breathing and trying to recover.
Emma threaded her fingers through Regina's dark hair. She pressed a kiss on her forehead, her temple and the sculpted curve of her cheek. She moved her hands up and down Regina's back and lost herself in the moment. It was perfect, Regina was perfect, everything was per-
"What the Hell-" Her hand hit an unexpected rough patch on Regina's shoulder. Emma sat up a little and craned her head. "-is this?"
It was a scar, jagged and pink. It was old, and it had not healed well. That was not the odd thing, though. The odd thing was that Emma had stared at Regina's bareback all night. She'd had her hands and lips all over it and there had been no scar.
Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared. "What?"
Regina levered herself up on one arm and slid off of Emma. She laid beside her and molded to Emma's side.
"It's a glamour."
Emma blinked, "The scar?"
Regina laid her head on Emma's shoulder. "The spell that hides it. It's always there, a sort of unconscious makeup to cover that ugly thing up."
Emma scowled. "Bring it back."
Regina lifted her head, "What? Why?"
Emma sat up and pulled Regina to sit too.
"I told you I want to see all of you. Bring it back."
The scar reappeared and Emma ran her fingers over it. Then she leaned in and kissed it. "Does it hurt?"
Regina shook her head. One curl fell over her eye. "No, Darling. It was a long time ago, and the matter was settled before you were born."
"What happened?" Emma wanted to know everything about Regina, even the dark parts. "Regina Xaviera Rosalia Del Sol." She pronounced every part of Regina's very long and royal name carefully. She wasn't teasing her, she wanted Regina to understand that she accepted every part of her. Even her ridiculous name. "You don't have to hide your scars from me."
She moved her legs, brought her left knee up to her chest and twisted it around a little. Emma ran her fingers down her own ugly scar. It was wide, crescent-shaped and discolored. It covered most of her calf. "I sliced my leg chasing a runner in Kentucky. I got him, twenty-seven stitches and a tetanus booster all in one night. It is ugly, but it tells a story. Everyone has stories and scars. Some of them are on the inside and some of them are on the outside. Tell me."
Regina's eyes went soft and she let out a small sigh. "I can't say no to you or Henry. You've made me soft."
The little smile on her face told Emma that her Queen didn't mind it all that much. "Arrows. If you must know."
She acted like an arrow, the ye olde bullet, was nothing. Emma didn't know why she was surprised.
"Two in the same spot six months apart. After the second time, I learned to catch them in my hands instead of letting them pierce my body."
Emma blinked. Regina's solution to arrow assassination attempts was to learn to catch the arrows. Not dodge or wear an arrow-proof vest, but to catch them. Her girlfriend was an unbelievable fairy-tale badass.
Wait. Arrows?
"Did my Mother-"
She didn't even say the full question before Regina laughed. It was a loud, hearty belly laugh. "Snow? She wishes! No, it was an assassin George hired. You've met her, Darling. Merida Hill."
Why was she laughing? "Why is an assassin who tried to kill you, the chief of the fire department?!"
Regina rested her chin on Emma's shoulder. "As I said it was a long time ago."
Emma looked at her, shocked. "You've held a grudge against my Mom since she was a freaking kid! You're telling me that-" She was getting off track. "You-she-she was at tonight's dance. I will kill that-"
She didn't know why or where the anger came from, but Emma was ready to go put her boot into Merida's ass right then and there.
"Emma, Darling, it is fine. I promise." She tugged and pulled her back down into the bed and snuggled up close again. "She was only doing what they paid her to do, and besides the last person who said that ended up marrying her."
Emma laughed. "So you sent someone to kill an assassin, and they ended up married?"
Dragons, curses, death monsters: that she could handle. A bad Mr. and Ms. Smith fanfiction was too far.
"You know what" Emma quickly rolled and pinned Regina down to the bed, flat on her back again. "I don't think I want to hear any more fairy tales right now." She looked down over Regina's body. Emma wanted to know everything. Every scar, every story, every secret.
"Is that-" Emma couldn't believe her eyes. "Is that a tattoo?" There, on Regina's right hip, were two perfect little baby footprints. They were bold and black against Regina's sun-kissed skin.
"Henry."
Emma reached out and ran her fingers over the tattoo, taking it in. Regina hadn't carried Henry and didn't have stretch marks, but she'd marked herself all the same. "Please tell me all about-" Emma needed to know everything.
"Is that what you want to hear, Miss Swan?"
Emma grinned. At the moment, no. " I want to hear you. You. Begging." She kissed Regina and felt a spark in her chest. She wasn't interested in any story other than the one they were writing together.
"I'm not done with you yet, My Majesty."