"You need anything else, Em?"
Emma shook her head, pocketing her keys and putting on her jacket.
"Nah, I'm good. If Regina calls the station, just tell her I took a call, and I'll be back soon. I'm going to give mom my phone so that we don't have an incident like last time."
"Probably a good idea."
Emma waved at her father as she left the station. She'd taken a half day today (but had told Regina she'd be at work all day), looking forward to making some progress this afternoon on the cradle. Regina was now twenty five weeks pregnant and Emma was eager to get this project further along. She wanted it finished, feeling incredibly impatient, but it had taken time for the right opportunity to arise.
Today was the perfect day to make some good headway on her lover's gift. Regina was gone this afternoon with Zelena and Mulan, the women taking a road trip to go get the stroller Regina wanted. Zelena had caught wind that Regina was planning to go shopping out of town, and she had invited herself along. Frankly, Emma was relieved. She hadn't wanted Regina going alone, but her girlfriend had insisted it had to be that stroller, and it had to be from that store, because they offered a two year warrantee beyond what the manufacturer did. And, it was on sale, so Regina wanted to go now. Emma was working, and couldn't accompany her, but Zelena had overheard the entire conversation and she'd insisted on tagging along. Emma was relieved that Zelena would be with her, and with Regina out of town, it was the opportunity to take the afternoon off work.
Emma parked her car, eagerly getting out and making her way up to the loft. She waved off her mother's offer for lunch, far too excited to stop and eat. She quickly changed clothes in the bathroom, ignoring her mother's laughter when she strode across the apartment in her shower cap. She looked stupid, but it worked! The shower cap kept debris out of her hair, and no one saw her in the garage anyway.
Emma handed off her phone to her mother, with strict instructions not to reply to Regina's messages if she sent any, but to please flag anything that required an immediate response. Snow agreed, bouncing Neal in her arms as she stirred the soup she'd been making.
Emma made her way to the garage, donning her PPE and anxiously getting to work. Emma then worked for hours, measuring and sawing, measuring again and then smoothing edges, measuring some more and shaving down each side so that they were perfect, testing out the bottom of the two end pieces and ensuring they rocked evenly. It was a simple cradle, no slats (Emma was too scared about tiny fingers and limbs and a little baby head getting stuck or injured) anywhere, just solid pieces along every side. It made the job go faster, not having to cut all those small pieces of wood, but she did trace two perfect hearts, one at the head of the cradle and one at the foot of it. She would cut those out next time.
Emma reluctantly stopped an hour before Regina had stated she'd be home, cleaning up her mess and then admiring the pieces of the cradle laid out on her father's table, tears forming in her eyes as she envisioned the pieces put together, imagining laying their baby in it, rocking him or her to sleep. It tugged at her heart, something incredibly moving and also cathartic about building this by hand, for their baby. Emma had never been cared for like this as a child, but it was healing in a way, to know that her children would never know what that was like. That they'd never know what it was like to be unloved, uncared for. It soothed old wounds to know that she was better than the adults who had failed her when she was younger, that she wasn't like them.
Emma did feel guilt, she reflected, as she slowly made her way into the loft, for not having been ready for Henry when he'd been born. She and Lily had been babies themselves, neither one ready or able to care for the life they'd created together. Emma would forever be in Regina's debt for all that she'd done for Henry, for the way she'd loved and nurtured and cared and raised him, alone no less, for so many years.
Emma nodded at her mom as she made her way to the bathroom, stripping and stepping into the shower. There was no one else in the world Emma could envision raising children with. No one else in the world she wanted to raise children with. Regina was it for her. The only person she wanted.
A smile formed on her face as a scene from Friends suddenly invaded her mind: See? He's her lobster. Emma chuckled to herself. Regina wasn't a he, but she certainly was her lobster. So, she may owe Regina forever for all that she'd done for Henry, but she would be spending the rest of her life taking care of Regina, the way Regina did them.
Emma quickly scrubbed herself down, letting the water rinse every inch of her body, lest Regina smell her mother's soap on her again. Perhaps she should have bought the same kind they have at home for the loft. Emma cursed herself. She should have done that. She'd have to buy a bottle next time she was out and then keep it here. That would solve the problem of smelling different.
She turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing her towel and drying off before dressing again. When she finally left the bathroom, her brother was impatiently waiting for her at the door.
"He's been waiting for you," her mother said.
Emma laughed as she scooped him up.
"Hi, Boo."
"I not Boo. I Neal."
Emma swallowed, nodding. That name was still a punch to the gut for her, a reminder of the man who betrayed her and had her imprisoned. Even though it was now over a decade ago, the betrayal still burned deep because she had trusted him. Emma was fiercely and deeply loyal, it being one of her principal values, and something she valued deeply in others. Neal's betrayal had cut her to her core because she thought he'd be loyal to her, as she'd been to him. The fact that her parents had named her brother after the man who had betrayed her didn't sit well with her. It probably never would.
"Yeah, you are, kid," Emma replied, bringing herself back to the present. "Sorry 'bout that. You got any new toys to show me?"
Her brother nodded eagerly, dragging her to his bedroom and showing off the new dinosaur he'd recently gotten. Emma ooh'd and ahh'd, pretending to be scared when her brother made dinosaur noises and chased her around the loft with the toy. She played with him until Regina called, summoning her home. Emma left, a smile on her face. Despite his unfortunate name, she did love her little brother.
Emma pulled into the driveway as Zelena and Mulan were leaving, waving at them both as she parked the car. She made her way into the house, eyes bulging when she saw the sheer amount of stuff in the entrance.
"Uh, Regina?"
She heard a heavy sigh.
"I know. But you know how she is. It's hard to say no to her."
Emma looked around at the stroller (now assembled), a box which appeared to be a car seat, various bags of… clothes?, a couple of box of diapers, amongst other things.
"We're already buying stuff?"
"Our baby will be arriving soon, Emma."
"We still have fifteen weeks!"
"And with every day that passes, we get closer and closer to my due date. Zelena insisted on getting the car seat and the stroller today."
"Well, we did plan on the stroller."
"We did. And then we got a little excited in the baby aisles. The things they have are adorable."
Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Never thought I'd ever hear you say the word."
"Never about myself, but about teeny tiny little socks, however..."
Emma laughed.
"Well, I guess we can take those off the things to ask for at the baby shower."
Regina stilled, looking over at Emma.
"Baby shower?"
"Well, don't we usually have a baby shower for this kind of thing?"
"I don't want a baby shower."
Her tone made Emma shift uncomfortably on the spot. Her mother had said she'd spoken to Regina about it. Emma had assumed the conversation had gone well and they'd ironed out details, because she hadn't heard anything to the contrary.
"Didn't my mom bring it up to you? I thought we were having one."
"She did and I informed her it wasn't happening. I don't need other people to buy my child its necessities."
"It's not about that. People like to buy stuff and celebrate new babies."
"Perhaps. But not mine."
Regina shrugged, turning away from Emma.
"Hey, what is it?" Emma asked, approaching Regina. "What's wrong?"
"No one will-" Regina cut herself off, frowning. "You smell like your mother's soap again."
"Stop changing the subject," Emma replied, heart skipping a beat. She definitely needed to buy a bottle of her own soap for her mother's house. "What's wrong?"
Regina's face turned serious.
"Emma. Why do you smell like your mother's soap?"
"It's gotta be the soap at the station again."
"Are you only washing your hands every couple of weeks? I haven't smelt it at all this week. Not until today."
"I don't know what to tell you, baby," Emma said patiently, willing her heart to calm down. "I washed my hands just before coming here. It must be that. Now, will you tell me why you're so opposed to a baby shower?"
Regina eyed her for a long moment before finally answering.
"No one will come to my baby shower, Emma. I've no friends here. Besides, you know I prefer to keep my private life private."
Emma sighed.
"We do have friends here. And they'd be happy to celebrate."
Regina stayed quiet.
"But, if you don't want to, we won't."
"Do you want to?" Regina finally asked.
"You're the mom. You get the final say."
"No, Emma. You're also this child's mother. What do you want?"
Emma hesitated.
"I mean, I thought it'd be kinda nice," she admitted softly.
Regina took a deep breath. Emma was an incredibly giving person. She did everything for her, even at her own expense. It didn't sit well with Regina that Emma would yet again sacrifice for her.
"If you'd like to have a baby shower, we'll have one."
"No, it's okay. We don't need to," Emma responded, though her stomach clenched in disappointment. "You're right. We can buy stuff ourselves and people will come by after to say congratulations."
It wasn't about the gifts. Not really, though Emma was a little excited about getting to see baby outfits and receive blankets and toys. The real joy would have been getting to celebrate Regina, celebrate this baby, but she wouldn't do it at the expense of her lover's comfort.
"Your mother did appear to be rather enthusiastic about the idea."
"My dad was too," Emma admitted. "But it's not about them. It's about us. Well, you more than anyone."
Regina sighed internally. Emma wore her heart on her sleeve (especially when she was with Regina) and she could see that her girlfriend absolutely wanted this damn baby shower. Regina wasn't wholly opposed, admittedly, despite the way she'd absolutely shut the conversation down with Snow. She really did hate being the centre of attention (she'd been the recipient of so much negative attention that now, she preferred to attend events quietly and slip by unnoticed).
However, the thought of getting to open baby-related gifts, of being able to celebrate this little miracle that Regina was absolutely over the moon for, well. That was appealing. She wanted to celebrate this baby. The baby deserved to be celebrated as well. She did worry no one would come, however.
"I really am worried no one will attend," Regina finally confessed, voicing the main reason she was so reluctant to have this shower. She despised being vulnerable, especially with her worries, but this was Emma and she deserved the truth. "I'm the Evil Queen, Emma, and I always will be in their eyes. Perhaps they're right to never want me to be happy, and to not wish to celebrate my offspring. If we have this party and no one attends…"
Emma wrapped her arms around Regina, holding her close.
"That's a valid concern, baby. Is that the only reason you don't want to do this?"
"The main one," Regina said softly.
Emma kissed her throat.
"I never wanna do anything you aren't 100% on board with. Your safety and comfort are the most important things to me. If having this kind of party makes you uneasy and you don't want it, then we won't do it. But, if you're worried no one will show up, I don't think it'll happen, sweetheart. Things have changed, you've changed, and it hasn't gone unnoticed. People are friendlier to you now. We both get invited to stuff; it's not just me getting the invite. And there are people we know for sure are gonna show, like you, me, my mom, my dad, Henry, Ruby, Belle. Your sister and Mulan. Granny will probably come. Ariel and Archie. There's a lot more people, and my mom's coworkers and her friends too are gonna wanna come. But even if it's just like five of us, I'd be happy with that. I only want the people who support us to be there, even if it's just my parents and your sister."
Regina nodded in her shoulder.
"Very well."
"Why don't you think about it? And then I can get back to my mom."
"She wanted it to be a surprise shower. She wanted my consent to have the shower, but wanted no further input. I am warning you now, Emma, if the theme is ornithological in nature, I am setting the entire venue on fire."
Emma laughed loudly against her shoulder, turning her mouth in an attempt to muffle the bubble of laughter that escaped.
"Fuck, you're funny."
Regina grinned, reaching up to scratch at Emma's scalp.
"It's cute that you believe I'm joking."
"Noted. I'll tell her no birds."
"Thank you."
Emma rubbed her back, kissing her cheek.
"Want me to bring this stuff up to the baby's room?"
Regina nodded.
"Yes, please. The crib should be coming in any day now."
"Good. I'm eager to get it set up."
The room already had the basics set up (the walls were painted beige as it had been the guest room), with some neutral accents (like the rug and the lamp). The theme for the room had not yet been decided; they were waiting until the baby arrived to find out if they were having a boy or a girl and then Emma would leave Regina to choose the theme (Emma really didn't care). Given that the baby was due mid-May, Emma would easily be able to paint the room soon after he or she was born, happy to contribute by doing the manual labour while Regina chose whatever she liked.
Emma was partial to the pink side of their baby room browsing, gushing over the bunnies and lambs and flower themes, but in the end, Regina was the one doing all of the hard work growing their baby. Emma was just ecstatic for the baby to be born. The theme of the room really didn't matter to her. They had already planned on keeping the little one in their bedroom for the first few weeks anyway, Regina admitting that she couldn't let Henry out of her sight for the first month after he'd come home with her. Regina had stated that she didn't think it would be any different this time around, even if she were likely to be a more confident parent given that this was her second go at it. The time the baby spent in their room would give Emma the opportunity to set up the nursery, something she was very much looking forward to.
"Me too," Regina responded, pulling Emma from her thoughts. "Eager for you to set it up, that is."
Emma chuckled as she grabbed the car seat and started for the stairs.
"I'm sure, baby."
Emma made several trips up the stairs, hauling up the car seat, the stroller, and the various bags, smiling at the little tiny outfits she found inside. She truly could not wait for this baby to arrive.
Emma returned to her father's garage several days later, practically bouncing off the walls with happiness. Today, she'd get to cut out the hearts at either end of the cradle and begin assembling it, and she was practically vibrating with excitement. Regina was in meetings all afternoon, so she'd be occupied, and once again, Emma took advantage of her absence to continue the work on the baby's cradle.
After she changed, Emma handed off her phone to her mother and returned to her father's garage, spending the next several hours working: sawing out the hearts, shaving them down until they were perfect, smoothing the edges, then gluing, assembling, clamping the pieces together… grinning from ear to ear the entire time. Emma ran her hands over and over her work in order to ensure there were no rough spots, at one point dragging her mother into the garage (Oh, Emma, it's beautiful) and making her run her own hands over the wood, smoothing down the couple of spots her mother had pointed out. She then sent her back into the house, continuing her work alone.
Emma stepped back at one point, wondering if she could get away with staining it today (probably not, but she was just so excited). She was in the midst of contemplating, when her mother came flying into the garage carrying her brother and shoving Emma's phone in her hand.
"It's Regina! Something's up."
Emma's stomach clenched in apprehension. Her mother appeared so frantic that it immediately set her off, worried. She glanced down at her phone.
-I'm fine. The baby and Henry are fine. Please come home as soon as you can, however. I would like to see you.
Emma looked up at her mother, who quickly shooed her off. Emma poofed herself to the bathroom and immediately changed, not bothering with cleaning up, and then poofed herself to the mansion. She'd go back for her car later.
"Regina?!" Emma cried out, breaking into a slight jog as she made her way around the main floor.
"Upstairs, Emma."
Emma took the steps two at a time, her expression betraying her concern. She stopped at the top of the stairs, frantically looking over Regina for any sign of injury.
"I'm okay," Regina said, smiling widely, reaching for Emma's hand. "The baby will not stop moving all of a sudden. I was worried that by the time you'd come home, you'd miss it."
Regina lifted her shirt and pushed Emma's hand into the side of her belly, looking up at her lover, who was staring down at her hand. Emma pushed a little harder, suddenly gasping loudly and breaking into a wide grin.
"That's…?"
"The baby. Our baby."
Emma immediately burst into tears, taking a step closer and dropping to her knees, hand never straying from its position. Her heart soared at the feeling of tiny flutters against her palm, looking up at Regina for a moment (she, too, was crying) and then looking back at Regina's belly.
"Hi, baby. It's your ma."
The baby gave a sharp kick, and both women gasped.
"The baby definitely heard you. Keep talking."
"Hey, little one. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to feel you? I can't wait to meet you. Your mom and I are so excited."
Emma leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Regina's belly, tears streaming down her face. She then looked back up at Regina, relief written all over her face.
"I was really worried something was wrong."
"I didn't want to tell you over text, in case you missed it. And I didn't want to make you worry, but I wanted you to come home as soon as possible."
Emma nodded.
"I'm glad you texted."
When the door opened and Henry strolled in, both women glanced over at their son from the top of the staircase.
"Uh-oh. Everything okay? Why are you crying? Is the baby okay?" Henry ripped off his coat and boots, racing up the steps to his mothers.
Emma got up from her kneeling position and reluctantly pulled her hand away so that Henry could have a turn.
"Everything is fine, darling. Give me your hand."
Henry reached out and let his mother guide his hand, grinning when he too felt the flutters.
"That's my sister?"
"Or brother," Regina said, nodding.
Henry stared in awe, grinning more widely when the baby kicked again.
"Did you have pop or something, mom? The baby is moving a lot," Henry observed removing his hand and taking a step back. It was cool, but also, like, really creepy. He wouldn't tell his mother that, though.
Emma put her hand back on Regina's belly, smiling gratefully when Regina moved it to the correct spot.
"I had a cup of tea at the meeting I held with the dwarves, but that's the only thing I did differently today. Perhaps the tea was caffeinated."
"Maybe," Emma mused, "But if it's gonna make this happen, I'd say have one every day!"
"Now that you've felt them, I think you'll feel the movements from now on."
"I hope so," Emma said excitedly.
"Where have you been?" Regina finally asked. "You reek of a sawmill."
"Oh uh, my dad sent me to The Home Depot to get him some lumber."
"Weren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Yeah, but he asked me to go on my break, so I did."
"And he couldn't do it himself?"
Emma shrugged.
"I didn't ask questions."
"Perhaps you should," Regina said, giving her a look. "Go shower. You smell."
"You wound me."
Regina rolled her eyes, pushing on her shoulder. Emma grumbled, just to give her a hard time, before making her way to the bathroom.
"And how was your day, mijo?" Regina asked, pulling her son into her arms to hug him.
"It was good. How was yours?"
"Long," Regina sighed. "I'm going to change into pyjamas. How do you feel about a movie night?"
Henry nodded eagerly.
"Sounds awesome. I promised Nick I'd join him for a couple of rounds of Call of Duty first though. Can I join you in like an hour?"
"Of course. We'll see you after your game."
Regina entered the bedroom, frowning when she heard the shower still running. Emma never took this long in the shower. She pushed open the door to the en-suite, biting back a groan when she saw exactly why Emma was taking so long. She watched for several minutes, feeling her arousal bloom, the wetness between her legs growing the longer she watched. She then stripped, quietly padding into the bathroom and placing a silencing spell over the room before then closing the door.
Emma looked up when she heard the door close, groaning when she saw how naked Regina was. She bit her bottom lip guiltily, still holding herself in hand.
Regina slipped into the shower with her, immediately pressing Emma against the wall and kissing her deeply. Emma let go of her erection, hands running up and down Regina's sides, squeezing her hips. Regina moaned happily when Emma's hardness pressed into her belly, pulling back from their kiss and looking into her eyes.
"Why wasn't I invited to this party?"
Emma chuckled, pushing Regina's bangs out of her face so she could see better.
"I would have invited you if I'd known you were interested."
"I'm always interested, Em-ma," Regina responded, smirking when Emma groaned at the way she'd pronounced her name. "What were you thinking about?"
"You," Emma responded immediately, kissing and licking along Regina's neck. "Thinking about how beautiful you are. How lucky I am to be with you. I was thinking about your gorgeous tits and your little belly, thinking about the fact that I fucked you so good I got you pregnant."
Regina laughed into her throat, moaning when Emma nipped at her shoulder.
"What else? Were you thinking about being inside of me? Or were you thinking of me on my knees before you, taking you down my throat?"
"Jesus, Regina," Emma cursed, jumping when her girlfriend grasped her erection and began stroking it back and forth.
"Well?"
"I-Both, actually. Mostly about being inside of you though. Mmm, fuck. You're so tight and hot and it feels so good."
"Would you like to be inside of me, Emma?"
Emma nodded eagerly, pulling Regina's hand off of her.
"If you don't stop that, this party is going to end even before it starts. Let's get you ready first."
"I'm ready," Regina responded, breath hitching when Emma's fingers stroked between her legs.
"Madame Mayor, why are you already wet?"
"You were stroking yourself to the thought of me, and I was watching. Then you kissed me and proceeded to assault my neck with your lips and tongue. Why wouldn't I be wet?"
Emma chuckled, tugging Regina down a little towards the front of the bathtub where the faucets were.
"Sit, baby," Emma encouraged, guiding Regina to the lip of the tub, leaning her back against the shower wall. "Perfect."
"Emma, you don't have-"
"How many times do I have to tell you I want to? I love eating you out, baby."
"Okay," Regina acquiesced, spreading her legs.
She'd never had a partner so eager to pleasure her this way, and, even after all of this time, it was still a bit of a foreign concept.
Emma nodded her approval once Regina was settled. She moved to adjust the head of the shower so it covered Regina, not wanting her to get cold, before sliding down onto her knees. She groaned at the sight before her: Regina's pussy on full display, pink and swollen and perfect.
"Fuck, you look delicious."
Wasting absolutely no more time, Emma surged forward and took a long, slow lick of her lover, moaning loudly at the taste.
"So good, baby. Taste so fucking good," Emma stated, licking her lips and diving back in.
Regina's stomach dropped, her hand gripping the back of Emma's head as she held her against her throbbing core. Her head fell to the wall of the tub, eyes rolling to the back of her skull at the pleasure emanating from between her legs. Not only was Emma eager, she was good at this. She had Regina panting and trembling, hips rocking, needy beyond belief in just a few short minutes.
"Emma, Emma. You can stop. I'm ready."
"Oh, no, baby. You know how this works," Emma argued, tongue laving up and down the length of her cunt. "You come a few times first."
Regina moaned in disapproval. Emma chuckled against her clit, sucking it back into her mouth while her fingers circled Regina's entrance.
"Yes, Emma. Oh, Gods, yes."
Regina spread her legs wider, bucking her hips into Emma's hand.
"Don't tease me. No teasing."
Emma nodded in understanding. Regina was sopping, and it wasn't because they were in the shower. Ever since she'd gotten pregnant, Regina's body was far more sensitive, more responsive, and she climbed more quickly than she ever did before.
"Yes, Emma. Oh, Gods. More."
Emma added another finger, stretching her lover.
"Faster, Emma. I want to come."
Emma obliged, increasing the tempo of her fingers as she moved along Regina's front wall, grinning when Regina gasped and snapped her hips into her face. Emma gripped the textured spot with the tips of her fingers, massaging it roughly the way that Regina liked. She felt Regina's thighs tremble around her head, and she sucked harder on the swollen bud between her lips. When Regina began chanting her name and gripping her hair almost painfully, Emma concentrated on keeping the same rhythm, belly clenching when Regina screamed and squeezed her fingers.
Emma kept the tight seal of her mouth around Regina's throbbing clit, pulling a second and then a third orgasm from her body in quick succession.
"Emma, please. Stop, no more."
Emma quickly let go, her cock throbbing painfully between her legs. She was so swollen, so ready that she was sure she would only last a few seconds once she was inside of her lover.
"Help me up," Regina demanded, cursing her shaking knees when Emma did as she was told. "I want you to fuck me against the wall."
Emma groaned as Regina turned around, hips jutting back as she leaned her forehead on her bent arms. Regina looked over her shoulder when Emma didn't immediately move between her legs.
"Come, Emma," Regina said, nodding at her reddened cock. "You need it. Come inside of me, my love. I want to feel you dripping inside of me in the next ten seconds."
Emma cursed, taking a step forward and mouthing her shoulder, hands stroking her hips.
"I'm not going to last even ten seconds, I don't think."
"Good. I want you to come."
"Can you come again?"
"I don't think so," Regina responded, shaking her hips at Emma. "Inside."
Emma chuckled softly, taking herself in hand and stroking herself along Regina's folds. She hadn't said she definitely couldn't, which meant it was possible that she could, in fact, come again. Emma decided to test her luck.
She tucked one hand under Regina's thigh, tugging at it to widen her stance, and then rocked her hips back and forth, sliding the length of her cock along Regina's swollen pussy.
"Emma," Regina groaned, hips automatically rocking backwards.
"I know, sweetheart. In a second."
Emma reached around and pressed her fingers under her dick, holding the tip of it at Regina's clit, giving the minutest of thrusts so that it stroked her still-sensitive nub. A shiver raced up Regina's spine, Emma leaning forward and sucking at the base of her neck.
"Oh, fuck, Emma. Again? Gods, the things you do to my body."
Emma licked her tongue up the back of Regina's neck, grinning in satisfaction when her girlfriend moved her hands to her nipples, tugging on them. Oh yeah. Regina was going to come again.
"I want you to come with me, baby," Emma murmured against her skin. "Wanna feel you grip my cock when you come."
Regina groaned, tugging at her nipples and rocking her hips so that her clit got the delicious friction it so desperately needed. Again.
"Yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Touch yourself. Fuck, you're beautiful."
"Emma," Regina whined, hips rolling. "I want you inside of me."
Emma nodded in agreement, pulling her hips back and nudging her cock at Regina's entrance while the fingers of her right hand moved to her clit, stroking it gently.
"Yesss," Regina encouraged, tilting her hips. "You feel so good, my love."
"Tell me when you're close."
Emma continued to tease Regina's entrance with her length, pressing in just an inch or so before slipping back out, her fingers dancing and tapping along Regina's clit, listening as her lover's breathing deepened, her whines growing more frantic. Emma truly wouldn't last long, and she was determined that Regina come either with her, or just before her.
"Emma," Regina breathed, gasping. "Emma, I'm nearly there. Please. Inside. I want you inside of me when I come."
Emma's stomach clenched, a pang of arousal hitting her hard. Regina begging for it would never ever stop being the hottest thing in the world. She removed her fingers from Regina's clit, holding tightly to her hip with her left hand before grasping her cock with her right.
"Touch yourself, sweetheart," Emma instructed, waiting until Regina's hand dropped and began making frantic circles on her clit. "That's it. Fuck, you're so beautiful."
Emma gently guided herself inside just an inch, pulled out a little, and then pushed a in a bit further. She did this slow dance back and forth, letting Regina's body stretch and accommodate her length, pausing when she was finally fully sheathed. Both women groaned when she was seated all the way in, Regina's hand dropping from her clit and moving back to her breast. Emma brought her hand forward and resumed her earlier ministrations on her lover's swollen nub, fingers searching until she felt Regina's pussy clench, zero-ing in on that spot and rubbing tight circles.
"Oh, Emma. Emma, please. Please. Move. I need you to move."
Emma nodded, pulling back and then pressing forward, revelling in the sounds tumbling from her lover's lips.
"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. Emma. Gods. It's never been like this, before you. Fuck. It's so good. You feel so good, all the time. I wish I'd known it could be like this. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me. Harder."
Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her skull. She loved when Regina lost it like this, uttering the filthiest things and making Emma so fucking hard.
"I wish you could be inside of me all the time, all day long. I was thinking of you earlier today, in my meetings. Gods. I was so wet, Emma. Thinking of you bending me over our bed, fucking me from behind. Just like this."
Emma's eyebrows rose, but Regina's words only encouraged her hips to snap harder inside of her.
"Oh! Oh, yes. Yes. Like that, Emma. Just like that. Hard, just like that."
"This what you want, baby?" Emma asked, licking along Regina's ear as the woman nodded. "Just like this? Or harder?"
"Harder." Regina yelped when Emma gave a particularly sharp thrust, shaking her head when Emma stopped out of concern. "No, it was good. So good. That felt incredible. Don't you dare stop. I want it just like that, Emma. Harder. More. Yes, yes just like that. Right there, Emma. Gods, please don't stop."
Emma couldn't talk anymore, needing to focus on not coming yet. She clenched her teeth together, concentrating on Regina's pleasure, stroking and rubbing and licking every inch of skin that she could.
"Emma… darling. Bite me."
Emma paused, Regina whining in protest.
"What?"
Regina, panting, immediately began backtracking.
"Unless- unless you would prefer not-"
"No. No. I just wanted to make sure I heard you right."
Regina nodded, cheeks flushing. She'd never asked for that before, had never felt the urge to feel Emma's teeth sink into her flesh, but feeling her tongue lave along her shoulder, her teeth occasionally grazing her skin, made Regina want.
"You did. Bite me, Emma. Mark me."
Emma swallowed hard, stilling every single muscle in her body in order to calm herself down. The wave of arousal that those words caused nearly made her come on the spot. The idea of marking Regina… of Regina wanting her to-
"Emma," Regina complained, interrupting her thoughts.
"Sorry," Emma said, kissing her shoulder in apology.
She slowly resumed her attention Regina's clit, feeling the woman's walls clench around her cock. She then began pulling out and pushing back in, working her way up to the rough pace she'd set before she stopped. Regina moaned loudly in appreciation, her left arm coming up to wrap around the back of Emma's neck, guiding her mouth down to her right shoulder.
Emma licked her lips as she contemplated what she was about to do, slowly tracing her tongue along Regina's skin before gently grazing her teeth along the muscle at her shoulder. She stopped at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, lightly pressing her teeth at the muscle there.
"Yes," Regina whispered, tilting her head to the side to give her more room to work with.
Emma, feeling emboldened by Regina's encouragement, sunk her teeth in a little further, stomach clenching tight at the feeling of arousal that the possessive action stirred within her. It satisfied something primal in her, and she was incredibly pleased with the idea of getting to bite Regina in this way.
Regina gasped when Emma's teeth sunk into her flesh, pleasure radiating from her core at the slight sting Emma's teeth caused, wetness spilling from her as her lover fucked her harder. She dug her fingers into Emma's hair, pressing down on her head, holding her in place as her teeth worried her skin. Regina normally rebuked any attempts at being marked, at being claimed like this, but right now, the need for Emma to do so was nearly overwhelming. She wanted Emma to leave her mark on her body.
"Mmmm, yes, Emma. More. Harder."
Emma did as she was told, clamping down on the yielding muscle, fingers digging more forcefully into Regina's hip as she repeatedly plunged her cock deep inside her tight heat. Regina's moans reverberated off of the shower walls as Emma bit her harder, her sounds of pleasure filling the room, causing Emma's dick to harden to the point that it almost hurt with the need to come.
Emma increased the motion of her fingers, and the second she began sucking on the skin between her teeth, Regina screamed, every muscle in her body seizing. Emma lost control as well, hips snapping back and forth as her cock pummelled between Regina's legs, fucking against her spasming walls, chasing her own release.
"Emma! Oh, Gods, fuck me!"
Emma fingers tightened their grip on Regina's side as she lost her last bit of control, yanking Regina's hip and forcing her back onto her swollen cock as it burst inside of her, balls tightening as she spilled inside of her lover, filling her with her come.
"Yes, oh Gods, yes. Emma. Fuck. I love when you come inside of me."
Emma's hips jerked one final time before they stilled. She gently released her teeth from the vice grip they had on Regina's shoulder, hands moving to wrap around Regina's waist. Both women panted heavily, trying to catch their breath, overwhelmed from the intensity of their shared orgasm. Emma winced when she saw just how hard she'd bitten Regina's skin, gently tracing her tongue over the marred flesh and placing a gentle kiss on it in apology.
"Don't you dare. That felt incredible."
Emma grinned against her.
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"I know you," Regina replied, fingers stroking the back of Emma's head. She turned her neck, tugging at Emma's hair until their lips connected. She moaned into their kiss, ending it after only a second when the strain of the weight of her stomach forced her to pull away. It was getting harder to bend into positions that once came naturally to her.
"That was so fucking hot. And totally unexpected. You know you're going to kill me one of these days, right?" Emma accused.
"Are you complaining, Miss Swan?"
Emma groaned.
"You're going to call me that while I'm inside of you?"
"I'll call you whatever I like while you're inside of me."
"Fair enough."
Regina giggled, groaning when Emma finally slipped out of her. She turned on shaky legs, arms coming up and wrapping around Emma's neck, pulling her close so they could kiss properly.
"You're amazing," Regina complimented.
"Yeah? It wasn't too much? With your shoulder and… biting you?"
Regina immediately shook her head.
"It was perfect. It was incredible. Every time we do this, it's absolutely incredible, Emma. Every time."
"Best you've ever had, then?" Emma teased, feeling a little cocky at Regina's words.
Regina cupped her cheek and stroked her thumb along her skin as she looked her in the eyes.
"You, Emma Swan, are by far the best and most attentive lover I've ever had," Regina said sincerely. "I've never known it could be like this."
It tugged at Emma's heart to know that, in the past, Regina hadn't been taken care of the way she should have been. However, Emma was incredibly grateful to be the one now to bring Regina to heights of pleasure she'd never known before, as well as to be the one to be able to love her so thoroughly.
"You're my entire life, Regina Mills. I love you with everything that I have."
Regina nodded.
"And I you, Emma Swan."