Regina stood in front of the mirror, swallowing heavily as she poked and prodded at her breasts, tears gathering in her eyes as she looked over the once perfect mounds. They were covered in stretch marks, angry red lines littering her formerly perfect skin. She hated how they looked now.

Never gain weight, Regina. You'll become hideous, undesirable. The only thing you have to offer is your body. Remember that.

She could just imagine what her mother would say if she saw her now. Regina mentally shook her head, trying to rid herself of her mother's voice. She turned sideways, rubbing her hand over the soft swell of her belly, barely protruding even at twenty-two weeks pregnant. She was worried about getting bigger, worried about the state of her stomach at the end of this pregnancy, if her breasts were any indication. She'd heard that some women woke up one morning and they'd "pop", suddenly becoming visibly pregnant. Regina worried regularly about what would happen when she "popped". Would her belly grow large and misshapen? Would she get deep, angry looking stretch marks across her stomach as well? What would Emma think? What if she secretly hated what happened to her body?

Right now, there were some changes, yes. Some that were noticeable (like the marks on her breasts, her slight belly, the way her thighs were filling in, the fact that she was starting to lose a bit of the hair on the top of her head), but there hadn't really been anything drastic, besides the fact that her nipples seemed to be leaking more often now than not. It bothered Regina, but Emma didn't seem to care.

But what about when Regina really changed? What about when her belly grew large and her hips widened and her legs and feet became red and swollen? What about when she got too big to shave her legs or… other places? What about when she began to waddle as she walked?

Insecurity welled up inside of her, causing tears to form in her eyes. Regina reached for her maternity bra and the tears began to flow. It was white, plain, and utterly unsexy. She put it on, tears streaming down her face as she looked away from the mirror. She had to walk away.

Regina wanted this baby more than anything. She was happy to be pregnant. She loved feeling the baby grow inside of her, but her emotions were all over the place. She'd woken up this morning and felt good, until she'd caught a glimpse of herself as she exited the shower. She'd had to double take, retreating a few steps, and that was how she'd ended up standing in front of the mirror, naked, prodding at her body as she inspected it. Her mood had slowly dropped the longer she stood there, but she was unable to pull away, her doubts and fears swirling in her mind, keeping her firmly rooted before her reflection. She stared for a long time before she finally tore herself away, swallowing heavily against her thoughts, against her mother's words.

Regina sniffled and wiped at her eyes, reaching for Emma's sweater and slipping it on. She then grabbed a pair of her favourite lounge pants (she had no plans to go anywhere today, but even if she had had any, she'd have cancelled them. She was in no mood) and stepped into them, peeking at herself in the mirror. She looked like her normal self in these clothes, and she felt marginally better for it.

Henry glanced up from his tablet when his mom entered the kitchen, a small frown forming on his face at her appearance. She was looking very casual today. She hadn't even dried her hair. She always dried her hair.

"Hi, mom."

"Hello, my little prince. Are you hungry? I was going to make some scrambled eggs and toast."

"I could eat."

She gave a small laugh, but Henry eyed her carefully. Something was off about her. Maybe she and ma had had a fight.

"You're just like your mother."

"I'm a growing boy. I need sustenance," he replied, getting up and pulling his mom into a hug. She looked like she could use it. "Want me to cut up some pineapple?"

Regina held her son close, squeezing him gently. She'd never known she could ever love so fiercely. She loved him with an intensity that was unmatched; nothing came close to how much she loved her son, and she hoped that he felt that unconditional love she felt for him. She never wanted him to feel like she had felt growing up. Cora had been cruel; she had been a horrific mother. And Regina had done everything in her power to make Henry feel loved and wanted. But with this new baby coming, Regina worried that Henry would feel like he'd been replaced, or like he was being replaced with this new child, who was biologically both of his mothers' children. No matter how much Regina wished she were Henry's other mother, biologically, she wasn't.

Lily had never contacted them about Henry, and he'd shown no interest in contacting her, insisting that both Regina and Emma were his mothers, and he'd no need for a third one. But still, this baby had something that Henry never would, and that tugged at Regina's fears. Perhaps he'd feel like an outsider. She didn't want her son to feel excluded or rejected the way Emma had when she was younger. She couldn't change the fact that she was not Henry's biological mother, but she could ensure that he always felt that he was loved, that he was safe, and that he was wanted.

Regina pulled back, gripping his arm. Rather than respond to his question, she searched his eyes.

"You know we love you very much, don't you? And we are so proud of you."

"I know, mom," Henry replied, frowning. There was definitely something wrong.

"When the baby is born, things are going to be a little different. Babies take a lot of time and energy. They require a lot of attention."

"I know."

Regina bit her bottom lip.

"What's wrong?"

"You'll always be my little boy. No matter what. You know that, don't you?"

"You're kinda scaring me. Are you sick?"

Regina gave a soft smile.

"No. I'm sorry, mijo. I'm just- I'm concerned about when the baby arrives. I'm worried that you'll feel you're being replaced, especially in the moments when your mother and I are both tending to the baby. You weren't given a choice about this, about any of it. You didn't ask for this."

"Mom, I've been begging you my whole life for a sibling."

"Yes, but you're older now. It's different."

"It's not. I always wanted to be a big brother. Maybe it's a little later than I thought, but I'm excited. I know you're not gonna stop loving me just because there's a baby around."

Regina's eyes welled up with tears of relief.

"Mom, don't cry!"

"I love you very much, mijo. You'll tell us if you feel you're being ignored, won't you?"

Regina had no intention of neglecting her son. But she worried.

"I'm fifteen, mom. I don't need you around all the time anymore."

When he saw his mom's face crumple, he immediately spoke again.

"I'll tell you, mom. But I don't think you will. Neglect me, I mean. But when you're too tired, I can make my own pancakes. I know it doesn't mean you don't love me if you stop."

Regina's heart broke. She didn't want to stop. That was the point.

Henry frowned again. His mom looked like she was about to burst into tears. Is this what his grandpa meant when he said that pregnancy made your hormones go crazy? He could count on one hand the amount of times he'd seen his mom cry before she'd gotten pregnant. Now, he'd have to borrow some hands. Not knowing what else to do, Henry pulled his mom in for another hug. Hugs always made him feel better. He had no idea what to do. He'd definitely be texting his ma after this.

Regina squeezed her son close, swiping at her tears as she did.

"I love you."

"Love you too, mom."

Regina held him close for several minutes before she finally pulled back, smiling at her son and making her way to the fridge to start getting breakfast ready. Meanwhile, Henry grabbed his phone and texted his ma, who immediately responded and asked if she should come home.

-I don't think so. She's not crying anymore. She's making breakfast. But she's weird. She's wearing your sweater. The grey one she tried to throw out cause it was like full of holes, the one that you had to get out of the garbage?

-…right. Okay. You remember how we talked about your mom needing support and that pregnancy is extremely hard on a woman's body? I think your mom is probably having a rough day.

Henry's stomach clenched, glancing up at his mom, who was quietly stirring eggs in the frying pan. He didn't like when his mom had a bad day. She'd had so many in the past.

-What should I do?

-Just be yourself, kid. It isn't your job to fix any of this.

-She's my mom. I care about her. I wanna help.

-I know. I'll try to come home early tonight. And I can probably come by on my lunch break too.

-I'm literally right here, ma. What can I do? I want to help her feel better.

-Alright, well if you want to help, why don't you do your chores today without being asked and then maybe suggest you two spend some time together? You're the person she loves most in the world, kid. She'd love to be with you.

Henry rolled his eyes when his ma told him to do his chores. He was already going to do them.

-Okay.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"After we eat and I do my chores, could we go to the pond and feed the ducks?"

Regina's eyes welled up with tears again. They hadn't gone to feed the ducks together in years.

"I would love that."

Henry beamed, and Regina had to turn around again to discreetly wipe at her tears of joy.

After breakfast, Henry put their dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. He hurriedly flew through the rest of his chores, mentally ticking them off as he went: sweep the kitchen floor, fold the load of laundry in the dryer, make his bed, and wash the toilet in his bathroom. He then scrubbed his hands clean and made his way back to the living room, where his mom was typing away on her computer.

"I'm ready."

Regina grinned up at him, quickly closing her laptop and heading to the kitchen to grab the bag of food she'd gathered for the ducks. She followed Henry out the door, smiling when her son reached out to grab her hand.

"So, what did you bring for the ducks?" Henry asked.

"Lettuce, sunflower seeds, grapes, and some frozen peas."

"A feast for the little duckies!"

Regina laughed.

"Indeed. And if you get hungry, the snacks are safe for you too."

Henry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, mom."

They walked in companionable silence. Henry tried to work out how to ask his mother how she was feeling, wondering if he should just let it be now that she seemed happier or if he should ask in case she wanted to talk about it. It was occasionally uncomfortable talking to his mom about some of the things he was going through, and he wondered if it was the same for her. Or would she appreciate it if he asked?

"You're awfully quiet, mijo."

"Yeah."

"What are you thinking?"

Henry hesitated before finally responding.

"You were upset earlier."

"I was," Regina admitted. "But I'm fine now."

"Why were you upset?"

Regina debated her answer.

"I had a difficult morning."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Regina smiled at him.

"You're a very sweet boy, Henry. But no, I'm alright."

"You can talk to me, you know. I'm not a little kid anymore."

"I know, darling. But it's not your responsibility, as my son, to take care of my feelings. It's my responsibility to take care of yours."

Henry frowned, a little annoyed that his ma had said the same thing. He cared about his moms and he wanted to help them feel better if he could. Why didn't they understand that?

"I care about you."

"I know, dear. I promise to let you know if there's anything you can do to help."

"Okay."

"Suggesting this time in the park was helpful," Regina admitted, when she noticed that Henry wasn't satisfied with her answer. "But I don't want you to feel like you need to 'fix' me when I'm feeling upset, Henry. You shouldn't worry about such things. I'm sorry if I upset you."

Regina knew how damaging it could be to be used like that by your mother. To feel like you were responsible for her feelings, to be walking on eggshells because of her mood. She didn't want that for Henry, and she felt a sudden stab of guilt that perhaps that's exactly what she'd done. She'd been so careful, when he was little, to shield him from her temper or from the times she'd felt depressed. She hadn't been perfect by any means, but she'd tried. She didn't want Henry to fear her the way she'd feared her own mother.

"You didn't upset me, mom. I care about you and if I can help, I want to."

"Alright. So long as you aren't feeling as though you need to be cautious or are feeling wary of me, because of my mood. I don't want you to be worried about upsetting me, Henry. Or feeling as though you need to be careful. I want you to feel safe around me."

Henry stayed quiet for a minute as they approached a small group of ducks, mulling over his answer.

"You're not Cora, mom. You're nothing like her."

Regina froze for a second, slightly taken aback that he'd managed to pinpoint the exact source of her concerns. She blinked back tears, reaching into the bag for a distraction.

"You are entirely too intelligent, Henry."

"You did raise me."

Regina smiled at him, tossing a few pieces of grapes at the gathering ducks.

"It's always been my greatest fear," Regina finally, quietly admitted. "To be like her."

Henry nodded.

"I know, mom. But you're not like her. And I'm not scared of you. I just want to make you feel better if you're sad, the way you make me feel better."

Regina turned and pulled her son into a hug.

"I'm very lucky to have you as my son."

Henry wrapped his arms around her and twirled her around, lifting her off the ground and smiling at his mother's giggle. He loved when his moms were happy. He set her down gently, reaching for the bag in her hands.

"Come on, let's go feed the other ducks!"

Regina followed her son, chuckling to herself as she watched him revert into the little boy he'd been not so long ago. She rubbed her belly gently, wondering about what this next child would be like, what similarities her two children would share. She hoped this baby was just as cuddly as Henry had been. She'd heard some children didn't like to be coddled or rocked, but Regina had adored those moments with Henry. As she watched him toss seeds to a group of happily quacking ducks and then look over at her, grinning, she couldn't help but hope that she'd be blessed with another baby just like him.

"Hey!" Emma greeted Regina and Henry as soon as they walked in the door. "Got something in the freezer for you, kid."

"Really?!"

Henry hurriedly ripped off his winter coat before racing off to the kitchen, his mothers chuckling at his reaction.

"There's the little boy I remember," Regina said smiling, leaning into Emma as she pulled her in for a kiss. "Hello, darling."

"Hi, baby. Did you have a good day with Henry?"

"I did," Regina replied, hands moving to unbutton her coat.

"Good."

Emma moved behind Regina, helping her with her coat and scarf before bending down and undoing her boots.

"Emma, I am perfectly capable of removing my own footwear."

"Why in the world would you remove your own boots when you have underlings to do it for you? You're royalty, your majesty. You shouldn't have to do this stuff yourself."

"Do you forget that you, yourself, are royalty?"

Emma grinned, holding Regina's calf while she guided one, then the second boot, off of Regina's feet. She then stood, stepping into Regina's space.

"Yeah, but I'm still beneath you," Emma replied, pulling a smiling Regina in for a hug. "And you know how I love being beneath you."

Regina shook her head, wrapping her arms around Emma and taking a deep breath, breathing in her scent. She felt significantly calmer than earlier, the fresh air and the time spent with her son helping her mood lighten significantly. And now, here, held by Emma, Regina felt her earlier worries melt away.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Sometimes, it makes my heart ache how pretty you are. You smell nice, too."

Regina smiled wider into her neck.

"You are heavy with the compliments."

"You bring it out in me. I was a total hardass before you, you know."

Regina snorted.

"I'm sure."

"Definitely. You softened me right up."

"Well, I am known to have that effect on others."

Emma chuckled into her hair, kissing her softly behind her ear.

"I love you. And I have a surprise for you, if you wanna follow me into the living room?"

Regina pulled back, searching Emma's eyes.

"A surprise?"

"Yeah, come on."

Emma led the way into the living room, Regina pausing as soon as they entered it.

"What is all of this?" she asked, looking around at the various, baby-themed gift bags.

"Dad and I went shopping. He said it's tradition to buy your pregnant partner a bunch of gifts as a 'halfway-there' celebration."

Regina looked at her skeptically.

"A tradition where?"

Emma shrugged.

"I don't know, some place. Come on, open presents."

Henry looked on curiously from the couch, but he said nothing, too busy digging into the sundae his ma had left him in the freezer.

Regina eyed her girlfriend carefully before reaching for the first bag. She wasn't sure why she was receiving the presents, but Emma looked so eager that Regina could feel the excitement build within her as well. She pushed aside the tissue paper and pulled out a purple reusable water bottle and matching tumbler.

"You need to stay hydrated and look how cute that is!"

Regina felt the corners of her mouth tug upwards at just how excited Emma looked, eyes wide, grinning. Her enthusiasm was adorable, and admittedly, a little contagious. Regina glanced down at the tumbler, a full smile forming on her lips. It was very nice. She particularly liked the delicate silver accents on the lids of the tumbler and the water bottle.

"Thank you, Emma."

"Um, thank you for carrying my baby. Next present!"

"You didn't have to do this, you know."

"I wanted to. You deserve to be pampered. Speaking of which, grab that bag," Emma said, pointing at the bag with the baby elephant on it.

Regina did as she was told, reaching into the bag and pulling out richly coloured nail polishes.

"Oh, these are quite nice," Regina said, admiring the small bottles of eggplant purple, royal blue, and, her personal favourite, a deep burgundy one. She then looked further into the bag, pulling out a foot scrubber and creams.

"I thought I could start giving you foot massages, since I'm sure your feet are gonna be sore soon, if they aren't already."

"You don't have-"

"I want," Emma insisted, cutting her off before she could complete her sentence. "I like taking care of you."

Regina's heart clenched. Emma looked so sincere, her affection so transparent on her face, that it touched a deep part of her. She hadn't been on the receiving end of such looks since Daniel, and she felt her stomach jump at the emotions so clearly written all over Emma's face. Those feelings were for her, and Regina felt herself grow warm with the knowledge of it.

"I know," Regina said softly, reaching out to stroke Emma's cheek.

Henry scraped at the plastic of his now empty container, eyes bouncing between his mothers. He was happy his mothers loved each other, but he wasn't sure he wanted to stick around for their lovey-dovey comments and goo-goo eyes.

"Um, I'm just gonna go play video games in my room if that's cool?"

"You don't wanna watch your mom open her presents?"

Henry shrugged.

"I mean I can."

"No, it's okay, mijo. Go play. Thank you for the date today."

Henry smiled at her before making his way out of the room and jogging upstairs. Regina turned to Emma once they were alone, looking around the room at the numerous bags of gifts.

"Emma, you truly didn't need to do this."

Wanting the physical contact, Emma reached out, gently holding her biceps. She leaned forward and kissed her softly, slowly, running her tongue along her bottom lip and grinning when she heard Regina let out a quiet whimper. Emma took her time kissing her, pouring everything she felt into it before finally pulling away, smiling at her.

"You're beautiful, and wonderful, and I love you. Your body is going through so many changes right now and I know it's hard on you. You deserve to be pampered a little, reminded of how much you're loved. I care about you so much. And I find you so fucking sexy, Regina. I want you to know that."

Regina eyed her suspiciously. As much as she appreciated the words (and she did, as well as the heated look Emma gave her), this was all far too coincidental.

"Did Henry tell you I had a difficult morning?"

When Emma looked away guiltily, Regina sighed.

"I should have known. I don't want him to feel like he needs to worry or stress about my feelings. He's the child, not the parent."

Emma stroked Regina's arm.

"I know. I told him that, that he's not responsible for your feelings, but he's our son. He loves us and he wants us to be happy."

"You of all people know how traumatic it can be to feel that you are in an emotionally unstable home. I don't want to traumatise him."

"You're not, Regina. You're not some psycho like your mom. It was one day, and he's not traumatised. He just wanted to make you feel better today. It's good for him to see us have hard days too, and to see how to regulate those emotions. Besides, he's probably going to have a partner too someday. It's good for him to see how to treat someone when they're having a rough day. He's learning."

Regina slowly nodded, acquiescing her point. That was true, but she just wanted to protect her little boy from everything, including her bad days.

"Wanna tell me about what happened this morning?"

Regina bit her lip, leaning into Emma, who eagerly pulled her into her arms.

"I'm gonna move us to our chair, okay?"

Regina nodded in agreement. Emma poofed them over, turning Regina in her lap and tucking her head under her chin.

"Talk to me, sweetheart."

Regina snuggled in close, tracing her fingers along Emma's arm before she spoke.

"I saw myself in the mirror, and I didn't like what I saw. I could hear my mother- I could hear her words, telling me that I was unattractive," Regina confessed, deciding to just be entirely honest with Emma. "It made me feel insecure and worried about what you will think of me once I gain more weight."

Emma waited, but when Regina didn't say anything else, she simply squeezed her tighter, placing a soft kiss at her temple. She hated just how damaging Regina's mother had been to her self-esteem. She was a beautiful woman, and she acted so confidently. But when they were alone, when Regina let her guard down, her insecurities came back to haunt her.

"You've assured me you'll find me attractive even when I'm heavily pregnant. I felt the evidence of it," Regina smirked when Emma laughed and nodded, "It's just… my mother's words have followed me my entire life. She placed most, if not all, of my worth in my looks, and now that I feel as though my looks are fading…"

"You feel like you'll be unattractive."

Regina nodded.

"It's silly, but-"

"No," Emma argued, kissing Regina's cheek. "Your feelings aren't silly. Your mom fucked with your head, hard. It makes sense that it's coming up now that your body is changing, especially since she pushed so hard for you to not change it."

Regina nodded again. It was of incredible comfort that Emma just seemed to understand her, even when Regina felt like she was struggling to properly express herself. Emma always seemed to understand because she knew Regina, and that connection to the other woman was something Regina valued deeply, for it was something she'd always dreamt of. She had always wanted to feel that deep connection to another person, and to know she had found it with Emma…she didn't have the words to describe what that meant to her.

"But I meant what I told you in that change room," Emma continued, rubbing her back softly. "You are unbelievably sexy to me. The changes to your body turn me on. I love watching the way you're growing, knowing that that's my baby in there, and that your body is changing because you're carrying my kid. Whatever it is that sparked that insecurity this morning, whatever she told you that put that worry in your head, please don't believe it. Don't listen to it.

"I don't think the same way, baby. I'm not seeing what you're seeing. I'm not seeing whatever she pointed out. Not in the same way anyway, not in a negative way. Because when I look at you, all I feel is this overwhelming feeling of love, of affection. You are so god damn beautiful that it hurts."

Emma paused for a second in order to kiss Regina's cheek, smiling softly as their gazes met.

"When I look at you, what I'm seeing is the woman I love, the mother of my children, and the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with. And she's stunning, and there's nothing that could happen to you, no change to your body, that would make me think any differently. Because I'm so in love with the inside too, with who you are as a person. Maybe your body is a little different, but it's just as sexy as it's always been. I love you just as much as I did before this baby. I think I'm more attracted to you now, if that's even possible. You're fucking hot, Regina. I genuinely spend like 90% of my free time thinking about you naked. Thinking about being inside of you. I want you literally all of the time. And if I need to fuck you every single day to prove it to you, I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

Regina leaned into her, shoulders shaking with her giggles. Emma always knew just how to make her feel better.

"A true hardship, I'm sure."

"Listen, I'm in it for the long haul. I didn't say it would be easy."

Regina grinned to herself, biting her lip as Emma's words washed over her. The way Emma described her, described how much she wanted her and how attractive she found her, it made Regina feel confident. It made her want.

"I do like it when it's hard," Regina purred, reaching between them to cup her lover between her legs. "Do you truly think of me all-"

"Yes. All the fucking time, Regina. I want you all of the time. I cannot stress enough how fucking hot you are. How much I want you. How fucking hard you make me."

Regina licked her lips, the sincerity and the desire in Emma's voice stirring deep inside of her. She slowly began moving her fingers against her lover, her libido sparking when Emma grunted and rolled her hips into her hand.

"Fuck. Regina-" Emma started, only to be cut off.

"Okay," Regina interrupted, shifting forward and crushing her lips to Emma's.

Regina plunged her tongue in her mouth the second the woman began moaning, her right hand gently stroking at Emma's sex. She rubbed her lengthwise, the way Emma liked, belly fluttering when her lover let out small sounds of appreciation. She loved hearing Emma, the noises shooting right between her legs, causing her own hips to rock.

"Wait, wait," Emma started, gently pulling away. "We don't have to do this. Are you sure? You still haven't even opened all of your presents."

"You don't want to?"

"Like I said, I always want to."

"Then prove it. I can finish opening your gifts tomorrow. I love them, but I really want to feel your cock inside of me, Emma. Show me what I mean to you."

Emma groaned.

"Okay," she responded, pressing her lips to Regina's, nodding. "Okay."

Regina resumed her earlier actions, smile growing against Emma's lips as she felt the woman swell beneath her fingers. She continued teasing her, though it was growing significantly harder to concentrate as Emma's hands roamed, her tongue plunging between her lips and exploring her mouth. Emma's tongue teased her own, stroking and rubbing, causing Regina to whimper into their kiss. She could feel her clit responding, twitching in need, the wetness between her legs growing with every stroke of Emma's tongue. Her head became dizzy as her arousal grew, her chest heaving as she fought desperately against the need to breathe. Regina finally pulled away from their kiss when she could no longer wait, pressing her lips along Emma's jaw and licking up the shell of her ear.

"I cannot wait to feel you between my legs, Emma. I want you to fuck me. I need you."

"Jesus Christ, Regina," Emma groaned, grabbing Regina's hand and pulling it away from her aching cock. "You can't just say shit like that to me."

Regina huffed out a laugh.

"I just did. I'm so wet for you, Emma," she responded, twisting her wrist in Emma's grip to grab her hand. She guided it between her legs, pressing it to her core. "Can you feel what you do to me?"

Emma dropped her head onto Regina's collarbone, pressing her hand against her. A low moan fell from her lips as she felt the heat between Regina's legs, her fingers brushing the damp material.

"I wanna taste you."

Regina nodded eagerly.

"Upstairs, Emma."

Emma quickly complied, bringing them up to the master bedroom and placing a silencing spell over the room. She planned on making Regina scream.

The women quickly stripped, staring at each other, both feeling their arousal jump as they looked at one another. Emma crushed her lips to Regina's as soon as they were both naked, leading her back onto the bed as she kissed her firmly, thoroughly, fingers finding their way between her legs and stroking her needy clit.

"How do you want it, baby?"

"Like this," Regina responded, pulling away from their kiss and onto her hands and knees. She wanted Emma deep, and this position would ensure that Emma went inside as deep as possible.

"Fuck," Emma groaned. She loved this position. She was much more easily able to hit Regina's g-spot.

Emma reached over and grabbed a few pillows, nestling them around Regina's belly. She wasn't big yet by any means, but she also didn't want her to be uncomfortable. Emma took a second to step back, admiring the view of Regina on her hands and knees, waiting for her to fuck her. Emma groaned.

"Okay?" she panted, swallowing hard.

Regina nodded quickly.

"Make me come, Emma. I need it."

"Fuck, baby. Yes."

Emma immediately moved forward, pressing down on Regina's shoulders until the woman's hips were high in the air.

"You're gonna come against my mouth, first."

Regina moaned, crying out the second Emma's warm tongue dove between her folds. She was swollen, ready, and she needed this release. After their talk earlier, Regina wanted this desperately, wanted to feel Emma deep inside of her, wanted to come against her waiting mouth.

Regina's hands came up to pluck at her aching nipples, tugging and pinching as Emma worked her clit with her mouth and tongue.

"Yes, Emma. Fuck, please, darling. Please."

Her toes curled when Emma sucked her clit into her mouth, her body already on the verge of release.

"Emma, I'm going to come. Please. Harder, darling. Harder."

Regina cried out when Emma did as she was told, her belly dropping low as the pleasure rose between her legs. She was going to come quickly, and she was going to come hard. The knowledge that it was Emma between her legs, that it was her long, silky hair brushing against her skin, her strong fingers prying her thighs apart, her warm, talented tongue lapping at her swollen clit… it was too much.

"Inside, Emma. I want your fingers," Regina begged. "Two fingers."

Regina rolled her nipples between her fingers, her hips bucking backwards towards Emma's mouth, muscles trembling as she was brought to the edge. And when Emma suddenly shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy, filling her just the way she wanted, the slight sting of being so quickly filled threw her instantly over the edge. She screamed as pleasure burst within her, Regina pressing her face into the mattress as she continued squeezing hard on her nipples, Emma's relentless tongue lashing at her clit. It felt like a livewire connected her aching nipples to her pulsating clit, white hot pleasure slicing through every cell of her body, causing Regina to beg and plead Emma's name. Wetness seeped from her pussy, and she could hear the sound Emma's fingers made every time they plunged inside of her body, turning her on even more.

Emma was going to explode. Regina was so fucking sexy, and Emma was having a hard time concentrating. Her cock was red hot, heavy, aching to replace her fingers inside of Regina. Hearing the way she was begging her made her dick pulsate with the need to be inside of her, wanting to feel her wet, hot heat envelop her aching cock. But she made herself wait. Regina was riding the waves of her orgasm, and Emma knew she could pull at least two more out of her before she fucked her into the mattress.

"Emma, fuck. Please, fill me. I want to feel you."

Emma pulled away from her clit just long enough to speak.

"Two more orgasms and then I promise I'll fuck you so hard, you'll feel it into next week."

Regina whined her protest. She wanted Emma inside.

"Two more, sweetheart. You can do it."

Emma dove back between her legs, latching onto Regina's clit and plunging her fingers into her hot cunt, pressing firmly on her g-spot. Regina cried out, her muscles seizing as she came again around Emma's fingers, a flood of wetness spilling out of her and coating Emma's hand. She sucked in a breath of air, her body vibrating from the strength of her orgasms.

Emma gently removed her fingers as Regina's second orgasm tapered off, gripping the back of her thighs and spreading her wide.

Regina gasped as the cool air hit her heated pussy, cheeks reddening at the way Emma exposed her throbbing core.

"Fuck, you look so good, baby," Emma said, leaning forward and taking a deep lick of her. She dragged her tongue up and down the entire length of Regina's cunt, reveling in the mewling sounds she received from her girlfriend. "Taste so good. Smell delicious. I can't wait to fuck you."

Regina nodded, hands dropping from her nipples and digging into the mattress.

"Please, Emma."

"Come again, Regina. Wanna taste you. Get you nice and wet for me, baby. Come on, come hard and soak my tongue."

Regina, panting, rolled her hips backwards, her clit tightening as Emma spoke to her. Her body prepared to come again, the muscles of her pelvic region bearing down as Emma insisted she come again. God, the way Emma controlled her body was incredible. She'd never responded to a lover like this.

"That's it, baby. That's my girl. Come on. Come for me," Emma encouraged between licks. "You're so swollen, honey. Look at you. You're so ready for me."

Regina keened, nails white as they gripped the sheets, pussy soaking Emma's lips and tongue. She was going to come again, and her stomach almost hurt with how ready she was to burst.

"One more, sweetheart, and I promise to fuck you so good. Come on, you can do it. You're so swollen. You can come again, baby. That's it, just like that."

Emma latched onto Regina's clit, two, then three fingers pressing into her, stretching her, shuddering as her dick throbbed when Regina came for a third time, screaming her name. She would never tire of Regina saying her name in the throes of passion like this.

"Please, Emma. Please," Regina begged, her pleasure ripping through her body. "Fuck me!"

Emma slid her fingers out of Regina and straightened, moving up onto her knees. She knew Regina was stretched enough now, soaked enough, that she could easily take her. Still rubbing tight circles on Regina's clit with her hand, Emma lined herself up with the other and plunged inside.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Emma!"

Emma grunted, her hips bucking automatically at the feeling of Regina's tight heat. She was already so close. Regina was actively impaling her cunt on Emma's cock, and the sight was so fucking hot that Emma's brain short-circuited, her eyes glued to the woman's back, watching her fuck herself on her length. Emma could feel Regina's walls fluttering and tugging at her greedily, her eyes glazing over with lust. It took a second for Emma to gather her bearings, but when she did, she immediately gave a rough buck of her hips, fingers never faltering at the base of Regina's clit.

"Oh, Gods, Emma."

"Do you like that? Can you feel how deep I am inside of you, sweetheart?"

Regina, swallowing hard, panting, could only nod in response. Fuck, she felt so full. So deliciously, wonderfully full.

"Are you going to come all over my cock?"

"Only if you actually start to fuck me, Emma."

Emma stilled, not having expected the sassy response. She burst into giggles, holding Regina's hip as she laughed. Regina let out a small laugh as well, which quickly turned into a groan when Emma pulled nearly all the way out and then gave a hard, deep stroke.

"Better?"

"Much," Regina gasped, head dropping forward onto her bent arms. "Oh, Gods, Emma. You feel incredible."

"So do you, sweetheart. You're so wet."

"For you, darling."

Emma closed her eyes at the pang of arousal that hit her at Regina's words. It was such a turn on to know Regina desired her this way.

"I love fucking you," Emma spoke, giving a long, deep stroke of her cock, searching for the spot that would make Regina burst. "You feel so good."

Regina moaned in response.

"Harder, Emma. Please. More."

"Yes, ma'am."

Regina grinned, shaking her head. She'd never laughed while having sex before. Only with Emma. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, when Emma struck an incredibly pleasurable spot inside of her.

"Oh!"

She'd been searching for it, and when Regina's whole body reacted, Emma grinned. She tightly gripped Regina's hip with her left hand, the fingers of her right stilling temporarily as she bucked forward a second time, ensuring she'd found what she'd been looking for.

"Fuck, Emma! Emma!"

There it is.

Emma instantly resumed stroking at Regina's clit, focusing on pummelling that one place within her lover that would make her explode all over her cock. She knew Regina was close when the woman began trying to get away from her, clawing at the sheets and mewling with need, knees propelling her body forward, thighs trembling as her body readied itself to come yet again. Regina had explained to Emma once that she occasionally reacted this way, acting like she wanted to get away from her, but it was because it was so good that it almost became too good, and so her body simultaneously tried to get more of it while also trying to get away from it.

"Look at you. Look at how close you are, sweetheart. You're not going anywhere until you come. You need it so badly. You're gonna come all over me, aren't you? You're going to soak my cock with your come, drip all over my thighs and make a mess of our sheets. You're going to scream for me, baby."

Regina began panting, rocking back and forth, climbing higher and higher as Emma relentlessly worked between her thighs, her words causing her belly to tighten with arousal. It felt like Emma was going to drive her dick right though her pussy, her fingers manipulating her clit so roughly it almost hurt. But it ached so good, and Regina couldn't catch her breath, couldn't get away as Emma held her hip hard, yanking her back, fucking her almost forcefully on her rigid cock, her hardness jabbing that swollen, spongy mass deep within her that had her seeing stars.

Sex had never before been like this, had never before made Regina lose herself in it, in pleasure, and she felt an almost animalistic need to come. It only took one, two, and then a final third plunge before every muscle in Regina's body seized, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her orgasm ripping through her from head to toe.

Emma groaned the second she felt Regina's orgasm wash over her, her cunt squeezing her so tight she could barely move. Her pussy held her dick in a vice grip and it took everything in her not to come right then. She wanted to fuck Regina through this, so she clenched her teeth hard, tightening her stomach muscles and using all of her strength to work against Regina's seizing muscles. She could feel every single centimetre of her dick ache as it pushed through Regina's sopping cunt, but Emma was rewarded for her patience when Regina suddenly gasped violently, threw her head back, and screamed.

Wetness burst from between Regina's legs, splashing out and coating Emma's pelvis and thighs. That was it for her. The sound and sight and feel were too much, too erotic, and Emma lost control. She came hard, her balls tight against the base of her dick as she exploded, rope after rope of hot cum spurting from her throbbing cock, painting Regina's walls as she emptied herself in her lover. She groaned deeply, squeezing Regina's hip as she came, reveling in the incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Her stomach muscles hurt from the force of her orgasm, and when she was finally empty, Emma gently pulled out and dropped next to Regina, pulling the boneless woman into her arms.

The women panted against one another, both trying desperately to catch their breath. Still trembling from the force of her orgasms, her clit still so sensitive, Regina had to throw a leg over Emma's thighs to keep pressure off of it, sighing happily as Emma nuzzled her neck, her arms holding her close.

When Emma felt Regina shiver against her, she summoned a blanket, draping it over them both. They came back down together, Regina finally groaning and stretching against Emma. Her muscles ached in the most delicious way possible.

"Fuck, Emma."

Emma chuckled at the way Regina said it, sounding almost like she was complaining.

"Good?"

"Incredible."

Emma pecked a kiss to her temple, thoroughly enjoying the look on Regina's face. She nudged her side, however, when Regina's eyes closed sleepily.

"Hey, don't fall asleep, baby. You need to go pee."

Regina groaned her protest.

"You go pee."

Emma chuckled, kissing her forehead. She slowly ran her palms up and down Regina's arms and back, massaging her muscles.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No. I want to sleep."

Emma grinned at her, throwing the blanket off of them and ignoring Regina's grunt of disapproval.

"Come on, sweetheart."

Emma gently tugged Regina out of bed, guiding her to the bathroom and sitting her on the toilet. They each took their turn (though Regina did so begrudgingly as she was exhausted), Emma magick-ing a new set of sheets and drying up the wet spot on the bed when they returned. She tucked Regina into her arms, smiling when she snuggled in close and sighed contently.

"Better?"

"Much."

"Was that… it was okay, tonight? What we did? It wasn't too much?"

Regina shook her head.

"It was unbelievable, Emma. It was so good. But I'm going to fall asleep now. You've worn me out."

Emma laughed softly.

"Okay, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you," Regina mumbled, closing her eyes and drifting off contently.