29 weeks.
Emma sat on the couch, flipping idling through the apps her phone, pretending that she was playing a game. She kept stealing glances at her girlfriend as the woman walked around the living room, chatting animatedly on her phone, a small smile tugging on her lips as she watched Regina waddle as she paced. She'd never admit it to her, of course, but Regina's walk had changed weeks ago and Emma was loving every second of it. She looked adorable, and yet at the same time, so incredibly sexy. She loved watching the way Regina subconsciously rubbed her belly as she moved, pausing randomly when the baby kicked (Emma could tell when it was a particularly hard kick, because Regina would stop and frown down at her belly, almost as though she were considering reprimanding the baby). Emma always had to bite her bottom lip when that happened, lest she burst out laughing at Regina's actions. It was far too cute, and if she let on that she thought such a thing, Regina would stop immediately. Or, she'd set her on fire, neither option appealing to Emma.
So, instead, she observed quietly from where she sat curled up on the couch, peering up at Regina over her phone. She was so adorable; Emma couldn't help it. So, she stared. She was trying to be discreet, but she knew she had been caught red-handed when Regina suddenly looked up and stared at her pointedly.
Emma grinned in response. Busted.
I love you, Emma mouthed to her.
Regina rolled her eyes at her, smile on her lips. She walked over and kissed her forehead, squeezing her shoulder lovingly. Emma beamed.
Regina had been incredibly affectionate this week, even more so than usual. She touched Emma freely and often, grazing her fingers along Emma's back, her arm, the nape of her neck. She tangled her fingers in Emma's hair, scratched at her scalp, kissed her cheek when she walked by. Regina had always been heavy on with physical touch, but she had been even more so this week. Emma was basking in the attention, in the reassuring words, in the affection. It had felt nice. They were actively working on re-connecting, and Emma was enjoying every single minute of it.
They'd made love every morning this week, much to Emma's delight. Soft, gentle touches leading to long, languid love making, the women looking into each other's eyes every time Emma pushed inside of Regina, their gazes locking as they moved together as one. Emma could feel the way their connection grew, strengthened, as they made love, heart healing more and more every second that Regina looked up at her so affectionately, so tenderly, her fingers grazing over Emma's cheeks as she looked her in the eyes. And then Emma would move, would gently rock her hips, sliding her length deeper inside, and Regina's eyes would grow darker, her mouth would fall open slightly, and her expression would shift into one of such love that, in those moments, it took Emma's breath away.
The truth was, Emma had needed it, had needed to reconnect with Regina, and this week had been incredibly healing for her. Because after her breakdown in the kitchen last week, she'd been feeling unbelievably fragile, like a wound ripped open and left exposed.
After the incident in the kitchen, Emma had called Dr. Anderson the very next day, and the hour she'd spent talking to him had been intensely emotional. He'd been wonderfully patient with her while she'd unloaded on him, crying and shaking at the beginning of their phone call. However, by the end of it, she'd felt more clear-headed, had had a better idea of how she was feeling, and she knew she'd made the right decision to call him.
After their session, Emma had gone quiet, curling into herself, because she had needed to think. She didn't want to talk, but she didn't want to run, either. So, she'd sought out Regina, who had held her close and stroked her hair, murmuring words of love and affection. She'd understood when Emma had said she didn't want to talk, had held her tighter when the tears had begun flowing suddenly. And when Regina had had her own therapy session with Archie the following morning, returning with red rimmed eyes and a quivering bottom lip, Emma had returned the gesture, holding her close, kissing her cheek repeatedly, reassuring her over and over that she loved her and that they would be okay.
They'd spent that afternoon on the couch, curled around one another, and Emma had felt unbelievably at peace. Five days had passed since then, and they'd had multiple conversations over the past five days about what had happened, about the way that Emma felt, about the hurt Regina's actions had caused. It had been particularly difficult for Regina to hear that she'd made Emma feel so rejected, given that all she ever wanted was for Emma to feel safe. But she'd listened, and she'd apologised, and she'd promised.
And then Regina had opened up about the fact that, deep down, she struggled to accept that someone so good, so wonderful, could possibly look over her past and love her and simply… accept her, as easily as Emma did. And it had been Emma's turn to feel incredibly distraught to learn that Regina's mind used her initial rejection of Regina and the pregnancy as 'proof' that Emma didn't really, fully, entirely want her.
Regina explained that that day in their bedroom, she'd projected her own fears, the ones that tormented her in the deep recesses of her mind, taunting her with the thought that Emma… that Emma didn't want this. Didn't want her. That Regina had trapped her, and that Emma's initial rejection, her initial response that she didn't want this… her mind had latched onto that thought and used it as fuel, as the reason why Emma would cheat. Because, her mind tormented her, Emma wanted out, and so she'd sought someone else. Someone younger, someone prettier, someone who was not pregnant, who was not forcing her into a role she didn't want.
Regina had taken Emma's actions (her absences, her lack of response to text messages, her showering elsewhere before coming home) as evidence for what Regina's mind told her Emma truly felt: that she wanted out. That she didn't want this.
-I had no idea you were feeling that way.
-I didn't want to acknowledge that I did. I tried to repress the thoughts, to ignore them.
-How long have you been feeling that way?
-It's always in the back of my mind, but it never truly upset me until I started being unable to reach you. Until it started to look like…
-That I was cheating.
-Yes. It was easy to discredit the thought that you did not want me when you look at me the way that you do, when you spend every waking moment with me. It was easy to ignore the words in my mind. It was only when you started to disappear, when you were behaving oddly, that the doubts began to take control. I've never been particularly adept at controlling my feelings of anger. And since I've gotten pregnant… it's become even more difficult. When I thought I had finally 'discovered' your cheating…The doubts I'd been fighting for weeks finally consumed me… because it was as though my worst fears, the ones I had been fighting, had come true. All those cruel thoughts were proven correct.
They had discussed that at length, Emma reassuring her repeatedly that this was exactly what she wanted. That she was ecstatic to be taking this next step with Regina. That she was sorry. That she regretted her actions. And Regina had apologised as well, profusely.
Emma hadn't realised just how much the changes to her body were affecting Regina, in whose head it had been drilled that she should never gain weight, that she would be entirely undesirable if she did. She knew Regina struggled, but she'd thought she'd been doing better.
They'd talked about that for a long time as well. Regina had explained that she was doing better, but she did, occasionally, struggle. Emma listened carefully to Regina's deepest insecurities, to the words that had been haunting her for her entire life. Emma knew that Regina had been tormented by her mother, but it never ceased to disgust her just how much emphasis Cora had placed on Regina's shortcomings, not only when it came to her looks but also to her behaviour and to her intelligence.
And thus the week continued. They'd had gut-wrenching, eye-opening, and soul-healing conversations, and with every single day that passed, Emma felt closer and closer to Regina. She knew her lover, knew her better than anyone ever had, but she was learning even more, getting to know her even better, and in a way, Emma was almost grateful for the event that had happened to cause it. Because she was learning things about Regina that she hadn't known before, and she was sharing with her in turn, telling her things she'd never told anyone else. And it only served to strengthen their bond, something for which Emma was incredibly grateful. Her body had always reacted to Regina's presence, but it felt in a way, now, that her entire being was connected to the other woman.
And so when Regina stopped pacing and made her way over to the couch, settling between Emma's thighs, leaning back against her chest, Emma felt her spirit soar. She eagerly wrapped her arms around Regina, holding her in place while she peppered kisses along her cheek. Regina giggled (though she'd never admit it), swatting at Emma's hand and turning back to her phone call.
"Are you shagging?"
Emma could practically feel the way Regina rolled her eyes.
"No, Zelena, we are not shagging."
"She's there with you, isn't she?"
"We live together. Of course she's with me."
"You are both revolting."
Regina pulled the phone away from her ear, frowning down at it.
"She hung up on me."
Emma chuckled against her hair, rubbing her belly in apology.
"Were you talking about anything important?"
"It's Zelena. Nothing we discuss is important. She wanted to tell me about the oranges she bought."
"Oranges?"
"I know. Apparently, they were positively delicious and I should go buy some."
"I mean, that's kinda nice of her to tell you that. Sometimes it's a gamble buying fruit in the winter. It's why I don't eat much of any fruit unless it's in season."
"Oh, I enjoy eating fruit all year long," Regina purred, turning her head to nuzzle Emma's jaw. "Particularly nice, firm, hard ones that burst in your mouth. Have you any idea, Miss Swan, where I could acquire such a delicious treat?"
Emma swallowed, licking her lips.
"Um-"
Regina chuckled when Emma failed to respond.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"More like wicked girlfriend short-circuited my brain."
"Oh, darling," Regina teased, patting her cheek. "You're so easy."
"I'll show you easy."
"Emma, you will not-"
But Emma did, immediately digging her fingers in Regina's ribs, grinning widely when the woman laughed loudly.
"Emma! Emma, stop!"
Emma laughed along with her, manoeuvering Regina until they were on their sides, laying facing one another. Her hand drifted up, tucking a strand of hair behind Regina's ear, smiling softly at her.
"There, much better. Now I can see your pretty face. I love holding you, but I prefer looking into those gorgeous eyes."
"Is that all I am to you? A pretty face?"
Emma could see that Regina was feeling confident, was teasing, eyes brimming with laughter, so she shook her head playfully.
"No. You're also an incubator. And a free one, to boot."
Regina laughed loudly, turning her head to giggle into Emma's palm.
"You're incorrigible."
"Yep, and I'm all yours."
Regina latched onto the words immediately, the way she had been all week, every time Emma said them.
"You are. And I know that I am immensely lucky that you are."
And just like every other time they'd had this conversation this week, the sincerity in Regina's voice warming Emma's heart.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, my darling. I love you dearly."
Emma inched closer, pressing her lips to Regina's, who eagerly returned the kiss. She moaned happily when Emma's hand wandered up and down her side, bringing her own fingers up and grasping Emma's chin. She held her head in place as they kissed, body thrumming happily, melting under Emma's soft touches. She ended their kiss with several pecks to Emma's lips, delighted when she saw's Emma's expression of unguarded affection.
"I love you too," Emma said softly, hand settling over the swell of Regina's belly. "Can't believe you're having our baby. You… Regina, I don't think I can tell you-"
"You can tell me anything."
"I know," Emma smiled softly. "I meant, I don't know if I can properly express to you… just how much it means to me what you do for us. For this family. Sometimes I think about it and it and it just-"
Regina bit her lip, affection flooding her when tears of emotion filled Emma's eyes.
"Regina, it overwhelms me sometimes. The things you do every day for our son. The way you take care of him. You're exactly the kind of mother I hoped he'd get, the kind I always wanted when I was little. And now, the fact that you're carrying our next child, that you created this baby with me… this family is growing because of you. The way you take care of me, of us. The way you've been talking with me this week… I know how much trust it's taking for you to share this stuff with me. I want you to know that I know that it's not easy for you. But I know you're trying. And that you just… you're amazing, you know that?"
The unguarded fondness in Emma's eyes, in her voice, instantly made Regina burst into tears.
"Damn you, Emma."
Emma chuckled lightly, wiping at her own tears before reaching out and swiping at Regina's.
"Sorry. It's just… I was watching you earlier-"
"I noticed."
Emma grinned.
"Yeah. And I just… I couldn't help it. Regina, I love the hell out of you. I know we had a rough patch for a minute, there. But, I love you so much. I want you and I want this. You are the most beautiful, wonderful woman on this entire planet. And I am going to count myself lucky for the rest of my life that I get to be with you."
Regina, unable to do anything besides cry, reached out and slid her hand around the nape of Emma's neck and pulled her forward until their foreheads touched. She held her close as she cried tears of joy, of relief, of pure bliss. She basked in the words that Emma murmured at her, melting under her affectionate caresses and her soothing words.
"I can't wait until our baby arrives, until we get to take this new step together. I have loved watching you with Henry. You're so good to him, so good with him. I know it's going to be the same with our next one."
Regina let out a slow, shuddering breath.
"You are far too sweet to me, Emma Swan."
"Nah, I'm just sweet enough."
Regina smiled at her, shifting again, intent on kissing her lips, when she stopped short, accidentally moving the wrong way. She hissed as pain radiated up her back, letting out a whimper as she tried to find a position that didn't hurt.
"Baby? What happened? Are you okay?"
Regina nodded, breathing deeply as she wiggled on the couch, trying to ease the sharp pain of discomfort. She could feel the way her muscles tensed in response to the pain, and it caused her to bite her lip in response.
"I moved in a way that my body did not like," she finally responded.
"Are you okay?"
Regina nodded again.
"I'm fine, darling. I'm just a little sore."
Emma looked her over, concerned.
"Do you want me to massage your back?"
When Regina hesitated, Emma immediately got up. She knew what that meant. Regina wanted it.
"Come on, baby. Come upstairs with me."
"Emma, I'm okay-"
"And you'll be perfect as soon as I start rubbing those sore muscles."
"Am I not already perfect?"
"You, my queen, are the most perfect woman in the world. Please allow my hands to worship your body, unworthy as they may be of touching you."
Regina snorted, shaking her head.
"Idiot," she responded, voice filled with affection.
Emma grinned, pleased that she'd made Regina laugh. She helped Regina up, wrapping her arms around her lover and then transporting them up to their room. Regina stared down at their bed, wondering how in the world Emma expected to massage her here. Perhaps if she straddled a chair, Emma could massage her back. Unless she wanted Regina to lay on her side?
"Arms up," Emma stated, interrupting her thoughts.
Regina complied, allowing Emma to slowly undress her, still confused as to how this was going to work. When she was finally bare, she looked at her lover.
"How do you propose we-"
"Magic," Emma interrupted, waving her hand over the mattress. "Lay down on your stomach."
"Emma-"
"Trust me," Emma insisted, holding out her hand. "I got you."
"Alright."
Regina took her hand, allowing Emma to guide her down onto the bed. She then shifted and lay forward, smiling when she felt the material yield under her belly, allowing her to lie on her stomach for the first time in weeks.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, the weight of her belly now cradled by the distended mattress. It was heaven, and Regina happily closed her eyes. The only thing that would make this better is if Emma were entirely naked as well. She loved feeling the woman's gloriously naked body pressed against her own. And she knew that Emma would enjoy it as well. Perhaps she would enjoy it enough that this massage would turn into something more…
Emma, seeing Regina's smile, grinned at her. She watched her for a minute, looking over her, soaking in her beauty. Regina truly was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.
"Good idea?"
"Marvelous idea."
Emma helped Regina get comfortable, smoothing out the sheet and tucking her hair to one side. She placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, fingers trailing down Regina's back. She stood, smiling down at her lover when Regina finally looked up at her.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
Regina felt herself flush with pleasure. She loved how attractive Emma found her.
"Thank you, darling."
Emma made her way to the closet, grabbing the bottle of shea butter massage oil, Regina's favourite.
"This is getting light. We're going to need more soon," Emma observed.
"Hmm. Sounds like a task for my wonderful girlfriend."
Emma chuckled.
"Yes it does, doesn't it?"
Emma popped open the lid, intent on squeezing liquid onto her palm, but the sound of Regina's command halted her actions.
"Remove your top."
"What?" Emma asked, looking up. "You want me to remove my shirt?"
"And your bra."
"My bra."
Regina bit her lip, nodding. She liked feeling Emma's nipples drag along her back, her breasts pressing into her skin, when she massaged her.
"Okay…" Emma replied, a little confused, but more than compliant.
"And your pants."
Emma paused, shirt halfway up her body.
"Do you want me naked or something?"
"Preferably, yes."
"You want to share with the class why you want that?" Emma asked, amused.
"Your body is incredibly sexy, Emma. I enjoy the feeling of your skin against mine. This massage will be much more enjoyable if I can feel you, naked, pressed against me."
"Ah," Emma replied, cheeks reddening a little as she tossed her shirt in the hamper.
She wasn't sure how successful she'd be at hiding her enjoyment of massaging Regina naked if she, herself, were also naked. She knew she'd react to getting to touch Regina's skin. She always did. But she'd been hoping her clothing would help keep that problem to a minimum.
"Don't look so nervous, my love."
Emma chuckled, tugging off her bra.
"Sorry."
"What are you worried about?" Regina shifted then, eyes growing concerned. "Are you uncomfortable with the idea? Emma, you never have to do anything you don't want-"
"No, no. It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"Baby, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a hard on and that's not at all what this is about," Emma said, pausing, hands on her belt. "I want you to feel good. I want to work out the kinks in your muscles, not subject you to feeling something else poking at you."
The flush on Emma's cheeks made Regina shiver with desire.
"And what makes you believe that isn't my goal?"
Emma frowned.
"Is this not about making me feel good?" Regina insisted. "About relaxing my muscles?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"What would relax my muscles more than an orgasm?"
"I… don't have an argument for that."
"Good," Regina replied, satisfied. "Now, get naked and massage my back, princess."
Emma laughed, shaking her head as she unzipped her pants and pulled them off.
"This really isn't what I had in mind, Regina. I genuinely just wanted you to feel good."
"I understand that, my love. And truthfully, it wasn't until I was laying here that I realised I wanted you to be undressed as well, and then my thoughts began to wander, and well…"
Emma grabbed the bottle of massage oil before making her way to the bed and climbing on it.
"Oh?" she asked, thoroughly intrigued by Regina's thoughts. "Tell me more."
Regina groaned when she felt Emma straddle her legs, her soft thighs brushing against the back of her own. And when another soft part of Emma's body grazed a decidedly warm part of Regina's, she moaned for an altogether different reason.
"I began to think about the fact that you'd be sitting on me like this," Regina started, a little breathless, voice faltering slightly when Emma's gentle hands began stroking along her spine. "Gods, that feels good."
"Good. Continue your story."
Regina chuckled.
"I thought about how much I enjoy feeling your nipples along my back. I love when you lean forward to massage my shoulders," Regina moaned when Emma did just that. "Gods, yes. And I feel your breasts press into my back, just like that, when you do."
Regina bit her lip, her heartbeat picking up a little as Emma pressed her breasts into her skin. She shuddered when Emma pressed a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck, closing her eyes in delight as skilled fingers pressed and stroked along her skin. She stayed silent for long moments as Emma massaged her sore muscles, enjoying the attention before continuing.
"I thought about how good it feels when your skin is pressed to mine. And then I thought about how wonderful it would be to feel all of you naked. And then my mind began to drift, imagining feeling you slowly stiffen against me, feel you rub yourself between my legs, how delicious that would feel. My body began responding and I realised… I had no reason not to ask that of you. So, I did."
Emma bit her lip, feeling herself twitch under Regina's words. She stayed quiet for a few minutes, focusing on rubbing Regina's back, her sides, her shoulders. She stroked down each of Regina's arms, reveling in the moans of happiness her massage earned her.
"I love touching you, sweetheart. Your skin is so soft."
Regina sighed happily.
"I love when you touch me as well, my love. Your hands are…"
"What about my hands?" Emma asked, delighted with the knowledge that Regina liked them enough to mention them specifically.
"They're incredibly erotic."
"Really?"
"Hmm," Regina replied, eyes still closed as she basked in Emma's undivided attention. "They're incredibly strong, while being exceptionally gentle. You touch me so tenderly, darling. It is an arousing contrast, to know that you can strike a man hard enough to render him unconscious, and touch me so softly that it sends shivers down my spine."
"I would never hut you like that though; I hope you know that."
Regina nodded empathically.
"I know. I believe it with every fibre of my being, my love. It's also part of the reason I find the idea of your strength so erotic. I've no doubt you could lift me from this bed right this moment if you so chose."
"I definitely could. Remember that day of the explosion, when I carried you out of Town Hall? I could have carried two of you."
"You're boasting, dear."
Emma laughed.
"But am I wrong?"
Regina stayed quiet.
"That's what I thought," Emma teased, leaning forward to kiss Regina's shoulder.
Regina turned her head to hide her pleased smile. Emma was not wrong, but she wasn't about to admit it. Nor would she admit the way her body had reacted to the way Emma had so effortlessly lifted her that day.
"I wouldn't have left you there, you know. No matter how I felt about you then, I wouldn't have left you to die."
Regina felt her insides clench at the conviction in Emma's tone.
"I was sure you were," Regina said softly.
After the explosion, Regina remembered so clearly the moment Emma yanked her arm away and left her alone in the staircase. She had immediately chastised herself for even asking Emma for help. Regina never asked anyone for help, ever, but she'd been injured, and she'd been disoriented from the impact of being thrown back against the staircase. And Emma had been left entirely unscathed, because of course she had been, and Regina had let slip a moment of weakness, reaching out towards Emma and asking for help. And when Emma had left, she'd immediately berated herself for being such a fool. She'd chastised herself as she began trying to get away from the fire before her.
But her ankle had been aching, her ears had been ringing, and she hurt, her back throbbing from the sheer force of being hurled back into the steps. So she'd asked for help, but Regina knew what happened whenever she dared allow a moment of weakness: no help ever came. She was never given aid. No one helped the Evil Queen. And even before then, when she was young and innocent and kind, she'd still been on her own.
But then she'd heard the sound of a fire extinguisher, and then Emma had reappeared. She hadn't left. For the first time, she hadn't been abandoned.
"I know, baby," Emma said, inadvertently pulling Regina from her thoughts.
Emma leaned forward, pressing herself against her lover, repeatedly kissing her shoulder and cheek.
"But I wouldn't have."
"Because I was Henry's mother?"
"In part," Emma admitted. "But also because you were a human being, Regina."
Regina turned her head further, leaning up in a hint that Emma immediately took. They kissed slowly, gently, Regina's insides warming at the feeling of being utterly surrounded by the woman she loved. Emma was flush against her thighs, her calves, draped across her back, their lips melded together. Emma's weight felt incredibly comforting, rather than stifling, eliciting a safety that no other lover had.
When Emma finally pulled away, she moved only a few inches, just enough to look at Regina. She could tell Regina was searching her eyes, looking into her very soul. Emma held her gaze, softening it, letting her look for whatever she was seeking.
"No one has ever seen me the way that you do, Emma," Regina said softly. "I have always been, and I believe I always will be, at least for some, the Evil Queen. I am nothing more than that in their eyes."
"You will never be that in mine, Regina. I'm sorry that some people are so… fucking one-dimensional that they can't understand what it was like to go through what you did. That they completely refuse to see the way you were moulded and manipulated and basically forced into what you became-"
"I made choices-"
"But did you though?" Emma defended, refusing to let Regina shoulder all of the blame. "You may have made some choices, Regina, but how many of those 'choices' weren't actually a choice, but the illusion of choice? How many times did you 'choose' something because the alternative wasn't much of a choice at all?"
When Regina stayed quiet, Emma nodded.
"Exactly. You were abused and controlled and exploited by people who were older, who were more devious, who were master-manipulators. They used your youth and your naïveté and your good heart to further their own agendas. They used you. You were a pawn, baby. And yeah, eventually you broke away and you did your own shit. You made your own really bad decisions. But no one ever talks about how you got there. They don't look at the way that you were abused and violated and betrayed and just… destroyed by the people around you. Nobody ever talks about who you could have been if it hadn't have been for the people who used and abused you."
Regina, unaccustomed to being so vehemently defended, could not hold back the tears. She turned into the mattress and let her tears fall, tugging on Emma's hands until they were wrapped around her.
"You are a wonderful, amazing person, Regina," Emma said softly, brushing her lips against Regina's cheek. "I'm sorry that some people completely refuse to see it. Because you've changed. You're finally free to just be the incredibly loving, supportive, happy, funny woman you were always supposed to be. And God, it's so beautiful to see. And if anyone doesn't recognise that change in you, it's because they're choosing not to see it. And, if that's the case… well, fuck 'em."
Regina chuckled into the sheet, Emma's words of conclusion tickling her.
"Leave it to you to be succinct."
"I don't mince words, sweetheart."
Regina turned her head, smiling when Emma brushed away her tears.
"No, I suppose you don't."
Emma leaned forward and kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheek, her chin, before finally coming for her lips. She kissed her slowly, gently, pulling away when Regina ducked her head.
"Sorry," Regina apologised, sniffling. "My nose is blocked."
Emma smiled at her, affection swirling in her belly.
"You're adorable. Let me get you a tissue."
"I have a runny nose. You truly think me adorable?"
"I find you adorable even when you're puking your brains out," Emma rebutted, reluctantly removing herself from Regina's body in order to grab the box of tissues on the night stand.
Regina grunted in protest.
"It's cold."
Emma quickly crawled back, placing the box of tissues next to Regina on the bed. She swapped sides, laying along Regina's left side, allowing her a modicum of space while she blew and wiped her nose.
"So much for being sexy," Regina drawled.
"Regina, again, you could be puking your brains out and I'd still find you sexy."
Regina pushed the tissue box away and turned her neck to look at her lover.
"What is it with your obsession with me vomiting? Do you have a kink you'd like to share with me?"
Emma laughed loudly, swiping at Regina's arm.
"You're disgusting."
"Oh now I'm disgusting. But not when I'm vomiting?"
Emma laughed again, shaking her head.
"Listen, my incredibly hot girlfriend is lying underneath me completely naked. Forgive me if my brain isn't working at full capacity. I'm a little distracted."
Regina wiggled her hips, feeling where Emma lay soft against her backside.
"You don't feel very distracted, darling."
"Maybe I'm not now, but I was earlier."
Regina bit her lip.
"I noticed."
"Did you now?"
"I did. I liked it."
"Madame Mayor, you naughty girl."
Regina chuckled. When no response came, Emma leaned forward, kissing her shoulder.
"Did you want me to continue your massage or did you want to call it a night?"
Regina thought for a moment.
"Do you believe you'll become… distracted again?"
"Do you want me to?"
When Regina looked up at her, eyes half-lidded, teeth clamped down hard on her lower lip, expression clearly betraying that yes, she did, it took every ounce of Emma's restraint not to groan loudly at just how erotic Regina looked. She was way too fucking sexy for her own good. Emma didn't think she could get any sexier but then, fuck, then Regina nodded slowly, and she licked her lips. And when she spread her thighs slightly, Emma did groan, dropping her forehead onto Regina's shoulder.
"Fuck, Regina."
"Yes, darling. That is the idea. However, first, I believe we both need to become a little… distracted."
Emma nodded eagerly, leaning forward to kiss her again before pulling back and grabbing the bottle of oil. She squeezed a generous portion into her palm, rubbing her hands together to heat up the liquid and then guiding her hands along Regina's skin. She smiled in satisfaction when Regina groaned. She then purposefully leaned forward, rubbing Regina's shoulders, pressing her breasts into her back, before sitting back up, swiping lower and lower with every stroke, until she was grazing Regina's ass. She then moved her hands back up Regina's sides, lightly stroking the sides of her breasts, grinning when she heard Regina's breathing change.
"Your hands are magical, darling."
"Literally," Emma replied, grinning with pride at her joke.
"I swear on every God, Emma, if you begin telling 'dad jokes' like your father, I will banish you to the attic of our home where you belong."
Emma snorted, gliding her hands up and down Regina's back.
"You'd be punishing yourself, you know. How would I be able to massage you from all the way up there?" Emma replied. Then, leaning forward until she was pressed against Regina, she brushed her lips against her ear. "How would I be able to fuck you so good if I were banished to the attic?"
Regina couldn't help it, she moaned, her hips rocking backwards. Emma's words shot right to her core, where she suddenly felt wetness pool, her body readying itself for Emma's promise.
Emboldened by Regina's response, Emma continued.
"I don't know about you, baby," Emma said, dropping her voice down an octave, the way she knew drove Regina wild. "But I think it would be better to keep me down here, with you, where I can touch you," Emma guided her fingers down under Regina, stroking her sensitive nipples. "Tease you." She rocked her hips against Regina's ass, where her semi-hardness rubbed against Regina's wetness. "Make you feel so fucking good."
"Emma," Regina panted, moaning, wriggling under Emma's touch.
"Yes, baby. I love the way you say my name. I can't wait to feel how wet you are. I love how horny you get for me, sweetheart."
Emma pulled back, smile tugging on her lips when Regina moaned in protest. She glided her palms up and down Regina's sides, stroking her lower back again, kneading at her sore muscles.
"You feel so fucking good. I love touching you. Your skin is so soft." And when Regina's hips rose when Emma pressed against her backside, she grinned, leaning again into Regina's space, pressing her breasts into her back, reveling in the gasp that Regina uttered. "I love the way your body responds to me, baby. I can feel you're getting wet for me."
Regina nodded. She was. She was incredibly aroused already, feeling slickness between her thighs, rocking her hips in order to relieve some of the pressure in her clit. She felt incredibly safe, unbelievably warm, and so entirely turned on by the feeling of Emma above her, against her.
"I want you inside, Emma."
It was Emma's turn to groan. She turned her head, sucking on the spot behind Regina's ear that always turned her into a puddle.
"I can't wait to be inside of you, baby. Do you have any idea how good you feel? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it makes me when I think about your pussy, about how warm, how wet it gets, how fucking phenomenal it feels when I first push inside of you, parting you with my cock. You're always so fucking tight, baby. I can feel every fucking ridge of your walls against my dick when I fuck you."
Regina's eyes squeezed shut, her hips actively rocking against the bed as Emma spoke to her. And the fact that she was mouthing her neck, her ear, the sensitive skin behind her earlobe was certainly not helping. Her words made Regina ache, made her pussy squeeze at nothing, made her want Emma inside of her so badly she thought she might cry. Wetness flooded between her legs, her clit swollen and throbbing, and Regina was so delirious with need that she could barely speak.
"I love pushing myself inside of you. Love hearing the little gasps you give me when I give you a nice, hard thrust, love watching your eyes roll in your head when I pinch your clit."
Emma felt herself grow hard to the point of discomfort when Regina began whimpering beneath her. She knew how badly her lover wanted it, her body begging in ways that Regina's mouth currently was not, but Emma wasn't finished yet. She wanted Regina dripping for her, aching and pulsating, and Emma wasn't sure she was there yet.
"You have no idea how good you look in those moments, Regina. You are always beautiful, but nothing compares to how fucking sexy you look when I'm fucking you. And when you come, Christ. Feeling the way you squeeze my cock, watching you come all over me-"
Emma let out a small squeak of surprise when she was suddenly yanked closer, Regina's lips crushing against hers, her delicate hand wrapped around the nape of Emma's neck. Regina held her tightly in place, thrusting her tongue in her mouth, moaning and whimpering against her lips.
Emma's cock throbbed, no longer able to resist the urge to grind herself against Regina's ass. She felt herself swell further with need when Regina nodded against her mouth, hips thrust back against her, clearly demonstrating what she wanted.
Regina was desperate. Her cunt ached, her clit had developed its own heartbeat, and there was a near constant flow of wetness seeping from her core. She needed Emma desperately, and the emptiness inside of her was nearly unbearable. Feeling Emma's tongue against her own made her head spin, but it also increased her arousal tenfold, and she was practically shaking with desire.
"Emma, please," she begged against her lips, "please."
Emma groaned, all will to prolong this anymore evaporated by that one word. The desperation in Regina's voice made her entire body shudder. She wanted, just as badly as Regina did.
"Okay, sweetheart. Yes. Yes."
Emma shifted a little, just enough to introduce a hand between their bodies, stroking between Regina's legs.
"Oh, Christ."
Emma's head instantly fell forward, panting heavily against Regina's shoulder as her fingers found copious amounts of wetness.
"Regina, you're soaked."
Regina nodded quickly.
"Please, Emma. I'm ready. Please don't make me wait."
"Okay. Okay, baby. Two fingers first, and then I promise, I'll be inside of you. I promise I'll fuck you so good."
Regina whimpered, clutching at the sheets as she rolled her hips backwards against Emma's hand, crying out in relief when she felt two digits suddenly fill her.
"Yes," Regina encouraged. "More, Emma."
Emma twisted her fingers so that her thumb pressed directly against Regina's clit, squeezing her eyes shut against the immensely erotic feeling of fucking Regina this way. Her body thrummed with arousal, her cock red hot and aching with the need to fill her girlfriend. She was practically shaking with how desperate she was to be inside of her, so Emma immediately began rubbing tight circles at the base of Regina's clit, where she knew her lover liked it most.
Regina cried out the second Emma's thumb found that spot, the one that made her come each and every time. She had no idea how Emma always knew (Emma's secret being that she knew almost exactly where it was, Regina's shout serving to confirm when she'd found her mark), but she did. Regina found herself hurtling towards orgasm at an exceptional speed. And when Emma began talking to her, her hips bucked back harder against Emma's talented fingers.
"You feel so fucking good, Regina. So wet. I love being inside of you. You look like you're so ready. Are you going to come for me, baby?"
Regina immediately began nodding, turning her head until she could see Emma, who was looking at her with such want that it made her toes curl. Gods, she loved the way Emma looked at her. The way she'd been watching her in the living room earlier had been just as enticing, and when Regina recalled the sheer amount of affection on Emma's face when she was on the phone, how obvious it had been, just by that look, how much Emma loved her, that was what ultimately sent Regina over the edge.
Eyes locked on Emma's, she came, her entire body jerking with the force of her orgasm, gasping loudly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body. Emma's fingers dug deeper inside of her, massaging her walls, milking her orgasm. Regina's eyebrows pinched tight as she gripped the sheets, looking deep into Emma's eyes, watching her pupils grow dark with arousal, her pussy clamping down hard on Emma's invading digits. And when Emma growled at her to come again, Regina's body responded immediately, and this time she couldn't keep her eyes open, her head dropping to the mattress when she screamed her pleasure, her orgasm ripped from her body by Emma's relentless fingers.
"That's it, Regina. Just like that. Look at you, beautiful girl. You look so fucking good coming all over my fingers."
Regina mewled with need, looking so desperate when she lifted her head that Emma immediately lunged forward and crushed their lips together. She dug her fingers deeper into Regina's cunt, swallowing her lover's whimpers with her mouth. Only when Regina began emitting sounds of discomfort did Emma finally ceased the attention between her legs, gently pulling out of her.
"Please, Emma. Please. I need you inside."
"Like this?" Emma panted, the breathlessness of her own voice surprising her. "Or another position?"
"Like this," Regina responded. "Please. Just like this."
Emma immediately complied, draping herself along Regina's back, cock stroking between her soaked folds. She reached down between their bodies and grabbed herself in hand, guiding her length to Regina's entrance. She coated herself in Regina's wetness, groaning at just how good she felt, the heat emanating from between her legs making Emma leak with anticipation.
"Yes, Emma. Gods, yes."
Emma pressed herself forward slightly, slowly, gently guiding just the tip of her cock inside of where Regina was dripping, biting her lower lip when she heard Regina groan in satisfaction. Regina then began nodding, tilting her hips backwards, letting out one long moan of relief as Emma slowly sank into her sopping channel, filling her the way Regina had been waiting for.
"You feel incredible, Emma."
Emma, now seated to the hilt, panted heavily against Regina's shoulder. She had to concentrate on not coming immediately. Regina felt incredible. Her hot, spasming walls, her incredibly tight pussy were squeezing the life out of her cock and Emma knew she was a breath away from coming. The way Regina's smooth, round ass cradled Emma's pubic bone, not to mention her lover's incredibly soft, warm back pressed against her breasts were also not helping. And when Regina turned her head, looking over her shoulder at her, Emma had to bite the inside of her cheek to fight her body's desire for release. The sultry look Regina sent her way, like she knew why Emma's breathing was so shaky, why she was laying so still, made Emma's libido spike even more.
When she'd finally collected herself enough to move, Emma slid her arms under Regina's, hands wrapping around her smaller ones and tugging them until they were tight against Regina's sternum. She held her close, like a hug from behind, thoroughly enjoying the feel of holding Regina like this while she was inside of her.
"Is this okay?"
Regina nodded instantly. Emma was seated so deeply inside of her, draped along the entire length of her back, and now her hands were tucked safely within Emma's, their fingers intertwined. She felt positively possessed by Emma, and her arousal skyrocketed because of it.
Only Emma.
"Are you sure? I'm not crushing you?"
"No, darling. I feel incredibly safe, surrounded by you like this. Please don't change anything. I want it like this. Exactly like this."
"I can't reach your clit though," Emma said, and Regina could hear the frown in her voice.
She shook her head.
"I want to feel you, Emma. I've already come twice. I want to feel your cock inside of me, without distraction. I want to focus on how good it feels to have you move inside of me."
"But-"
Emma groaned, head dropping onto Regina's shoulder when she felt her lover clench her walls, tightening her grip on her throbbing member.
"Not fair."
"Do not argue with me, Emma Swan. Now, give me your cock. I want you to come inside of me."
"But it's not fair-"
"What's not fair is that I am practically begging for what I want, and my girlfriend won't give it to me."
"But, Regina. You won't come."
"I don't want to come, Emma. I want to feel you. Please, darling. This is what I want."
Emma hesitated.
"I won't hurt you?"
"You will not," Regina reassured her.
"You'll tell me if it starts to hurt? Or burn?"
"Immediately, darling. However, did you hear how wet I was when you pushed inside of me?" Regina grinned when Emma instantly started nodding. "You've nothing to worry about, dearest. Now, please. I want to feel you- oh. Yes. Just like that."
Emma groaned, rocking her hips back and then thrusting forward, before repeating the motion again, and again, body soaring as pleasure overwhelmed her mid-section. Her nipples were rock hard, rubbing against Regina's back, only adding to the overwhelming pleasure consuming Emma. She could feel her toes curling, the familiar prickling of her orgasm stirring in her belly. She couldn't believe she was going to come so quickly.
"Gods, darling. You feel incredible."
Emma nodded in agreement, squeezing Regina's fingers as she thrust again. She slowed down, knowing that Regina was getting no (or practically no) stimulation to her clit. She was terrified to hurt her, so she changed the pace, moving more slowly, gently, feeling a little relieved that the languid motion would delay her imminent orgasm.
Wanting to distract herself further, Emma kissed and sucked at the skin within reach, delighting in the sounds of happiness she pulled from her girlfriend.
"I adore feeling you like this, Emma. Inside of me, on top of me."
"Me too, baby. You feel so fucking good."
When Regina suddenly began meeting her pace, lifting her hips and pumping them back in time with her thrusts forward, Emma groaned loudly.
"Christ, Regina."
"You've slowed down, darling. I want it harder. You want it harder."
Regina wasn't wrong. But she was also worried about-
"You won't hurt me, Emma. I'm not made of glass. Please, give us what we both want."
"You want it harder?"
Regina nodded eagerly.
"I do. It feels incredible when you fuck me."
"Usually I'm touching your clit. That's why it feels good."
"Emma. Stop arguing with me while you're inside of me."
Emma chuckled, placing a soft kiss to Regina's shoulder.
"Sorry, baby."
"Much better. Now fuck me, Emma."
Emma groaned, hips bucking forward of their own accord.
"Yessss," Regina hissed with gratification. "Just like that."
Emma snapped her hips again, and then again, biting on her lower lip as the sounds of Regina's wetness and their connecting bodies filled the room.
"Fuck, I love the sound of fucking you. So fucking hot."
Regina nodded eagerly, rocking her hips back to meet Emma's rhythm. Her body was practically floating with delight, thoroughly enjoying the feel of Emma sliding inside of her swollen pussy, her hardness stroking every inch of her sopping walls. It was a different sensation, making love like this, being filled over and over again without anything touching her clit. Regina wasn't climbing towards a peak, but she found that she enjoyed this, relished feeling Emma filling her with nothing distracting her. She could focus on Emma, work on matching the rhythm Emma had set for herself, listening to the sounds that she made, learning what the woman liked. Emma was always so interested in pleasing Regina, in ensuring she was enjoying their love making. It was nice, for once, to be able to give to Emma, to make it solely about her. Regina was hell-bent on making this as good for her selfless lover as possible.
And she had an idea.
Regina grinned mischievously. She just needed Emma to stop for a second, so she clenched her pussy tight, chuckling internally when Emma's hips faltered, the woman groaning loudly against her, momentum interrupted.
Perfect.
"Would you stop for a moment, Emma?"
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all. I simply want to try something."
Regina shifted so her legs were pressed tightly to Emma's, her inner thighs squeezing Emma's.
"I want you on the outside, Emma. No! Don't pull out. I meant your legs, darling. Stay inside of me, but I want your legs straddling mine. Lift your right knee."
Emma was confused, but she did as she was told. She lifted her right knee, Regina taking advantage of the emptied space and bringing her leg to where Emma's had just been. Emma then lowered her knee so that it cradled Regina's right thigh.
"Now the other."
Emma lifted her left knee, and her mouth dropped open in absolute bliss when Regina closed her legs and crossed her ankles, the grip on her cock increasing tenfold.
"Ho-holy fuck."
Regina nodded eagerly. She'd read this in a book once, and she'd always meant to try it.
Emma was practically shaking as she lowered her other knee, stretching along Regina's back. A whimper tumbled from her lips. Regina felt incredible, and Emma was desperate.
"Regina-"
"Yes," Regina immediately encouraged, hearing Emma's needy voice. "Fuck me, Emma. Come now."
Emma's body reacted immediately. She gave a rough thrust forward, grasping tightly to Regina's hands as she pressed them into her sternum, holding her in place as she found the rhythm she'd lost, hips snapping back and forth as she chased her release.
"Yes, Emma. Just like that. Fuck me, Emma. Fuck me. Harder," Regina encouraged, squeezing Emma's fingers the way she squeezed her cock with her cunt.
The difference was overwhelming. Regina felt full to the point of bursting. Her head fell forward as she moaned in delight at feeling so full, gasping when Emma latched onto the back of her neck, grazing her skin with her teeth before biting down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Regina whimpered. This was not supposed to be about her. She hadn't expected it to happen, but as Emma increased the speed of her thrusts, as she got rougher, and then when she bit down hard, Regina felt her body clench with that familiar tingling feeling. She was going to come. Emma's cock was hitting something inside of her, and the pressure of her body weighing Regina down, the fullness she felt now that her legs were crossed, were making her climb towards release. It was unexpected, given that Regina had never come without clitoral stimulation, but she knew she was going to now. The pressure between her legs was growing, and she knew that when it finally burst, she'd-
Regina screamed. The orgasm ripped from her with such force that her entire body spasmed and jerked, as though it were trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. But Emma was everywhere, stimulating every part of her, and Regina couldn't escape. Emma's mouth was clamped down on her shoulder, her teeth sunk deep in her skin, her hands gripped her close, pressing into her chest with a strength that made Regina's head spin. Emma's torso was pressed heavily against her back, pinning her to the bed, her hips bucking wildly against Regina's ass as her hardness plunged inside of her over and over again. Even Emma's knees bracketed her own, squeezing them tight as she fucked Regina into the mattress.
There was no escaping the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Regina's toes curled as the pressure built and built until it suddenly burst again, wetness exploding from between her legs, causing her to gasp loudly and scream again, trembling with the force of it. And then when Emma began sucking on her neck, whining, groaning, her hips snapping so sharply that Regina's entire body rocked forward, Regina's belly clenched with anticipation. She knew what was going to happen. She wanted it desperately.
"Yes. Oh, Gods, Emma. Please. I want it so badly. I want to feel you come."
Emma's cock hardened, feeling like titanium plummeting her core. And then Emma finally burst, groaning against her skin, and Regina let out a long moan of satisfaction, the feeling of her lover spilling hot come so deep inside of her made Regina's entire body soar.
When she was finally empty, Emma collapsed immediately. And when Regina realised the woman had passed out, she giggled against their joined hands. She giggled again when she felt Emma's leg twitch, euphoric with the knowledge that it had been so good, Emma had instantly lost consciousness.
Regina lay there, eyes closed, every single one of her muscles relaxed, basking in the afterglow of their love making. She lay there quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying the sound of Emma's rhythmic breathing, loving the feeling of her girlfriend on top of her. She swallowed the sound of disappointment that wanted to escape when she felt Emma slowly slide out of her, biting on the inside of her cheek when she felt their combined wetness spill out of her.
Speaking of.
Regina could feel the puddle of wetness beneath her hips, cheeks colouring slightly at the knowledge that she'd squirted so unexpectedly. And it had been entirely unexpected, all of this, but this position… the way it had felt, the pressure between her legs as Emma fucked her, it had been nothing but short of mind-blowing, intense pleasure. She had thoroughly enjoyed this position. She'd never tried it before, but she knew for a fact that they'd eventually try it again.
Especially if it made Emma pass out like this.
Regina snorted, stilling when she felt Emma stir. She knew Emma was awake when she felt her jerk and try to pull away, Regina holding tight to her hands and refusing to allow her to move off of her.
"Oh, God. Baby. I must be crushing-"
"You are crushing no one, Emma. Stay. I want you right here."
Emma cautiously lowering herself again, waiting to see if Regina voiced any discomfort. When she didn't, she placed a gentle peck to the back of her head, nuzzling her cheek.
"This okay?"
"Mmm. Perfect."
"I passed out."
"You did," Regina replied, amusement in her voice.
"Sorry."
"There's nothing for which to be sorry, darling."
"You sound kind of smug."
"Have I not reason to be?"
"Fair." Emma let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. "Holy fuck, Regina. That was…"
"Yes?"
"I literally don't have any word that could accurately describe how fucking amazing that was. That felt beyond phenomenal."
Regina nodded in agreement.
"You came," Emma said, her voice filled with awe. "Was it the mattress? Was it rubbing against your clit?"
"Not enough that it would have caused me to orgasm. It was the pressure of feeling you inside of me, with my legs crossed, that caused me to orgasm. It was… it was incredibly pleasurable."
Emma chewed her bottom lip.
"Did you, um… squirt?"
She was fairly certain Regina had, but Emma wanted to know for sure.
Regina's cheeks coloured again, but she nodded.
"I did."
"Yeah, okay. We are definitely doing that again."
Regina laughed. She shifted then, groaning as her muscles protested the movement.
"I believe it's time to get up."
"Okay."
Emma peeled herself away, reaching out her hand and helping Regina up from the bed. She held onto Regina's elbows as the woman tried to stand up, looking up at Emma and giggling as she stood on shaky legs.
"Fucked you real good, didn't I?"
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Swan. Your performance was perfectly adequate."
Emma laughed, tugging Regina into her arms.
"I think it was much better than adequate. Stellar might be a better word. Or, mind-blowing. Out of this world. Ten out of ten-"
"Emma?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up and kiss me now."
Emma chuckled.
"Yes, ma'am."