A/N: As promised, I come delivering the *honeymoon* chapter, and I must confess, I was swoon all the way through. Of course, I wrote it a little different, adding my own version of an M-Rated section that I couldn't be more satisfied with. If ya'll still can't figure out how a little unexpected surprise will happen in Emma and Regina's lives, the end of this chapter should give you a hint, among other little things that Regina notices about Emma. ;) Stay tuned for more tomorrow!
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Chapter is Rated-M.
Everyone clapped as the newlyweds came out of the house, hand in hand, smiling happily and dressed in more comfortable clothes. Regina, for one, was glad to be out of that dress, as beautiful as it was to wear, but she felt her body needed to breathe and not be held prisoner by the tight zipper. Lily had given her a white dress for the occasion that hugged her body just right. It made Regina wonder where Emma could be possibly taking her that would require an evening dress.
While Emma, the only thing she changed was her shirt, settling for a light blue one. She had casually rolled up her sleeves and picked up her hair in a messy ponytail. And even like that, Regina couldn't bring herself to believe just how gorgeous her wife looked.
Her wife. It still didn't feel official.
Mal hugged them both goodbye, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks.
"Sweetheart!" Cora pulled her daughter into a tight hug next, her eyes coated in tears. "Oh, enjoy the rest of your life, Gina."
"Thank you, mom," Regina smiled.
"So," Cora looks into her daughter's eyes. "She's really not telling you where she's taking you?"
"No. It's a surprise." Regina chuckled, her cheeks blushing a shade of pink.
Cora grins, brushing back a strand of hair behind Regina's ear. "Well… call me as soon as you arrive there, okay?"
"I promise. I will." Regina nods, giving her mother one last hug. Her eyes look over to her father, taking in his sad eyes.
"Everything's packed, Gina. You don't want to miss your flight." Lily smiled.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Regina drew in a breath, walking over to her father. "Hey, dad," her voice trembled with the same emotion that Henry was clearly feeling right now.
Henry blinked, chuckling through his tears, "Well…" he breathed. "It's going to be strange not having you at home anymore."
Regina nods, "It's going to be strange for me, too."
"The food is sure not going to be the same anymore without you there." Henry frowned.
Regina chuckled, biting her lower lip that threatened to tremble. "I'll miss you, too, dad." Her voice broke as she spoke out.
Henry's jaw clenched tightly, his nose growing red once again. "Come here, give me a hug." He doesn't hesitate to pull his daughter in, just like Regina doesn't hesitate in leaping into his embrace. "You got too big on me, Gina." He murmured, pressing his lips at the top of Regina's head.
"I love you, daddy," Regina whispered, feeling a tear escape her.
Henry's arms wrap tightly around her small waist. His eyes shut tight as a tear equally escapes him. "I love you, too, sweetheart." He sniffs, quickly composing himself while drawing in a sharp intake of breath. "Well… go. You don't want to miss your flight. Wherever it's going," he grumbles.
Regina smiled, placing a hard kiss along his scruffy cheek, some of her lipstick imprinted his bearded cheek. She waved, rushing over happily to join Emma's side, where Emma held the passenger door open for her.
Emma climbed into the driver's side, her smile directed at Regina. "You ready?"
"Always." Regina smiled.
Emma's grin happily grew as she turned the key in the ignition of her car, and smoothly drove off.
Regina frowned as she turned to the window, hearing a piercing, heartbroken howl along the distance, somewhere along the forest. She looked down to Emma's hand as it found hers in the dark, lacing their fingers together securely.
"She'll be okay, Regina," Emma promised. "Graham's with her."
Regina gave a sad smile as her eyes turned to look out the window again, seeing the town of Forks being left behind.
Regina slept comfortably in first class, wrapped in Emma's loving embrace. It was a long flight, but she didn't even feel it once her eyes closed on her. Emma made sure to wake her with the softest kiss possible upon their arrival. Regina was in awe as Emma led her, hand in hand, through Rio de Janeiro. Festive music played loudly around them, as people happily danced. Regina wasn't sure what the celebration was about but she didn't care to ask. She was happy, and judging from the smile splitting Emma's thin lips- so was she.
Emma danced her way through, pulling Regina into her body to guide her. She spun her out and back into her body, so quick and unexpected that Regina giggled. Her smiles slowly faded as their lips lost themselves in a mutual kiss.
Soon, they were walking along a dock, where a motorboat waited for them. It surprised Regina that Emma climbed right in with such familiarity, holding out her hand for her to take. Upon taking it and helping herself to a seat, Regina watched as Emma settled herself behind the wheel.
"We aren't staying in Rio?" Regina asked, eager to know their destination.
Emma shook her head, "Just passing through," she grinned.
"Are we close?"
Emma said nothing, keeping the mystery hidden behind her grin as the motor of the boat roared to life.
Regina spent that entire hour and half boat ride, clung to Emma's body, delighted in the city of lights of Brazil fading as they passed them in full speed. She couldn't imagine anything more perfect than sharing this moment with Emma. Her Emma. Her wife.
"Gina," Emma called out, pointing along the dark water, straight ahead. "Look there."
Regina stared hard, seeing nothing at first. Her eyes squinted, seeing nothing but the waves of the water and trail of moonlight reflected along the waves. She followed Emma's finger, exactly where it pointed and her eyes grew wide as a small triangular-shaped island slowly started coming into view, as if it were rising above the water. Sand surrounded it that turned into the most beautiful beach Regina could ever imagine as Emma pulled in closer, slowing down the speed little by little.
"Where are we?" She asked Emma, never releasing her arms from resting along her shoulders.
"This is Island Regina."
"Island Regina?" Regina's eyes grow impossibly wider. "Emma, that's my name."
Emma grinned, "It's a wedding gift from Mal. She wanted it to be a surprise."
Regina breathed out a puff of air, "Mission accomplished." Who gives an island as a wedding gift? It was then she learned that Emma's extreme generosity had to have come from Mal. They really were mother and daughter. And one of a kind at that.
Emma exited the boat, carrying the luggage out and setting it aside as she quickly tied a rope along the small dock before extending her hand out to Regina. "Come on, I've got you."
Regina willingly reached for Emma's hand, feeling her immortal wife's strength pull her up with ease onto the dock. Emma's fingers laced securely along Regina's, guiding her carefully through a trail of nothing but jungle. At first it appeared that the trail was never ending, until Regina spotted a light up ahead, followed by a massive glass house. At least that's what Regina referred to it when she saw it. It was made out of wood of course, oak, but it bore large windows all around, at least big enough to where she could look into the living room.
It was beautiful. Elegantly decorated, with white couches and a fireplace that had already been lit. There was a chess set along one of the massive windows with white and red pieces all set up.
"Is it too much?" Emma asked, halting along the beach to search for the answer behind Regina's eyes.
"A little bit?" Regina chuckled at Emma's massive grin. "But, it's… breathtaking, Emma. It's absolutely perfect."
"Come on," Emma guided her the rest of the way, dropping the luggage's instantly along the outside porch, her arms scooping Regina up off the ground into a cradling position.
Regina shrieked, unable to help herself, her arms automatically dropping along Emma's shoulders, cradling her neck. "Is this absolutely necessary?"
"I'm nothing if not traditional, remember?" Emma smiled, walking across the threshold with her beautiful bride in her arms. She walked along the entire house like this, while Regina allowed her eyes to explore each room as Emma flickered on each light. Although, having Emma this close proved to make it difficult to focus on the massive, beautiful home all together.
Eventually, Emma stopped along the massive bedroom, setting Regina down carefully until her feet touched the ground.
"I'll… go get our bags." Said Emma, walking out of the room, her hands tugging at the hem of her shirt, loosening it from her waistband.
Watching her do such a simple act raised the beating of Regina's heart. She drew out a breath, her hand fanning herself as the room grew impossibly hotter. It was more warm in here than the atmosphere out these glass doors that faced her was. Her eyes landed on the massive Queen size bed, perfectly made with a white duvet, waves of a delicate transparent sheet raining from above. Regina's hand carefully ran along the transparent sheet just above her head, it was a curtain that was designed to fall along the bed. Suddenly- this all became too real. This was happening.
She didn't hear Emma return, startling herself when she felt her cool fingers behind her neck, wiping away a drop of sweat that formed there.
"It's a little hot here," Emma said apologetically. "I thought… that would be best."
"Thorough," Regina murmured under her breath, and she heard a chuckle erupt from Emma's chest. Her eyes falling on wife's exposed chest as she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt. She could see a hint of collarbone under that collar, and suddenly Regina was glad Emma could not read her mind.
And the chuckle that erupted from Emma's chest, it was a nervous chuckle. Regina quickly picked up on that. Something unusual for Emma to be.
"I tried to think of everything that would make this… easier," Emma admitted.
Regina swallowed loudly, still facing in the direction of the bed. Their bed. She wondered if anyone had ever had a honeymoon quite like theirs before. Of course, she knew the answer to that. No. No one's honeymoon would ever come close to a resemblance of theirs.
"I was wondering," Emma said slowly, "if… first… maybe you'd like to take a midnight swim with me?" She drew in a deep breath, her voice sounding more at ease. More relaxed. "The water will be very warm. This is the kind of beach you approve of."
"Sounds nice," Regina's voice broke, her throat dry. A swim! "Um… I could use just a few human minutes." She murmured.
"Of course. It was a long journey." Emma's cool lips pressed along Regina's neck, just below her ear, where another chuckle erupted from the back of her throat this time. "Don't take too long, Mrs. Swan."
Regina's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her new name, and to the feel of Emma's lips pressing along the crook of her neck.
"I'll wait for you in the water." She murmured, walking toward the French glass door that opened right onto the beach sand. Regina turned to watch as Emma peeled her shirt off of her body, allowing it to fall along the sand. Her pale, muscular back exposed to the moonlight, appearing more marbled than before.
She glanced down at her body, her hands running along her thighs nervously. Had she burst into flames? Not visibly. Because inside, she was burning, in a way she never imagined was possible.
Would it always be like this? Regina drew in a breath, slow and steady, powering through her bundle of nerves that settled along her stomach. "Okay," she whispered to herself, moving along the bed where Emma had set down her luggage. She unzipped it and her hands ran through the clothes- that weren't her clothes- but they weren't Emma's either. "What the…" she murmured, pulling out a silk, black lingerie piece that was too short along the thighs. Regina's mouth fell open at the sight of it. "Lily," she seethed through her teeth.
Regina rushed into the bathroom, looking out the glass windows and seeing Emma patiently waiting along the water. Her small silhouette paler like the moon. Suddenly another warm wave struck the inside of her body like never before as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Searching through her small bag where she kept all of her toiletries, Regina reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste, aggressively brushing her teeth. You know, in case of bad breath. Next, she reached for a razor and just as a precaution shaved her legs. Why not? Reaching for her hairbrush next, with aggressive strokes she undid the knots in her hair, hissing as she pulled on them a bit. Lastly, she ran her fingers along her hair, smoothing it out as much as possible.
Suddenly as Regina looked at her hands, she noticed that for the first time ever, her hands were trembling. Actually trembling. How did people do this? How could you give yourself to someone so willingly and with all the trust in the world, trusting them with the most delicate part of you… your body. Could she even do this if it wasn't Emma waiting for her out there? Definitely not. And if it wasn't for the reminder that Emma- her wife- was waiting for her out there. As patient as ever, Regina wouldn't have found the courage to stand up from the cool tiled floor beneath her.
"Don't be a coward," she murmured to herself for a little more encouragement. She had no idea what she would wear. She knew she wasn't ready to wear that lingerie piece. Not yet. And then, she remembered Emma peeling the shirt off of her body like it was nothing. Suddenly her breathing trembled a little to the thought of a beautifully naked Emma swimming along the water, defying the waves.
Could she really do this? Regina wasn't doubting that she wanted to do this. She wanted to do it all with Emma by her side. But, how would she even begin?
For starters… Regina began by peeling herself out of that dress, allowing it to fall on the bathroom floor. Secondly, she reached for a large towel she stumbled upon in the bathroom and used it to wrap it along her naked body. "Okay…" It was now or never, and the last thing she wanted was for Emma to come in here looking for her, wondering if she had passed out from the heat that lingered within the house. Besides, she could do this. It was all part of being human. Of marriage. And Regina wouldn't be doing this with anyone that wasn't Emma.
Emma was already having doubts that they could even do this, the last thing Regina wanted was to prove her right, and coward out. With that in mind, Regina slid open the glass door and walked out onto the beach, feeling the powdery, warm sand along her toes. She looked down, wiggling them, seeing them mark perfectly along the sand before her eyes fell on Emma's neglected clothes. She was naked… Regina drew out a sharp breath as she looked onto Emma's wet, sparkling silhouette along the water waves.
Her fingers loosened along the towel and she felt it slip along her body, dropping along the sand. A wave of warm, yet fresh air brushed along her skin but did nothing to turn off the heat that was happening inside of her as she neared the water. She watched Emma's blonde hair, appearing darker as it was soaked, sticking to her back and along her wet shoulders. It was loose.
The water sploshed around Regina as she, dancing in smaller waves as she moved to where Emma was, until the water reached both of their breasts, covering them up. Emma's porcelain face lit up, along with her eyes as she stared up at the moon that shined bright among them. She looked like an absolute dream.
"It's beautiful," Regina murmured, looking up at the moon.
Emma turned her head, her eyes taking in Regina's beautiful and delicate features. "I wouldn't use the word beautiful," she breathed softly. "Not with you standing here in comparison."
Regina half smiled, turning to face Emma directly now, the water softly splashing around their bodies. It dawned on Regina that all of her fears, all of her nerves had suddenly vanished, leaving her with an ache that only Emma could help rid her of. She brought up her hand, feeling the slightest trimmer from Emma as it landed along her cold cheek. And as she felt Emma's arms pull her in, slightly cold against her waist, Regina's lips pressed along her wife's with bravery and all the want in the world. Her fingers and hands explored Emma's golden wet hair as her legs quickly wrapped around her waist, right underneath the water.
Emma's lips deepened their kiss, her hands slightly trembling, hoping that Regina wouldn't be able to tell as they were hidden under water, running along Regina's thighs, settling her more along her body, feeling their stomachs and bare breasts pressing together.
Regina was a little breathless as was Emma as she pulled away, their eyes locking one another while the waves danced around them.
"I promised we would try," Emma whispered, suddenly tense. "If… if this doesn't work, Gina… If I do something wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once."
Regina could hear the desperate plea in Emma's voice. She nodded slowly, keeping her eyes focused on Emma's. "Don't be afraid, Emma," she murmured. "I'm not. Not when we belong together." This moment was so right, so perfect. There was no way Emma would hurt her. And to prove that, she didn't hesitate to lean in for another kiss that to her surprise, Emma was eager to respond to.
"Forever," Emma murmured against Regina's lips, her arms holding her just a little closer, eagerly.
"Forever," Regina finished, feeling Emma's hands lift her up a little more, her body dancing slowly with the movement of the water as she carried her across the beach, across the glass door and carefully collapsed on the bed, allowing Regina to hand on while she used her arms to stop their fall onto the mattress. Careful not to land any part of her body on her.
Their lips melted with one another once more, once they were warmly underneath the white duvet, even Emma's body felt warm against her own skin for a moment as Regina's arms enveloped it, welcoming her onto her, which Emma obliged, but very slowly. Once Emma's lips parted from Regina's mouth, they seeked the warmth of her neck, feeling Regina's head tilt back in response. Emma couldn't help but bite down along the skin, extremely gently. Never hard enough to turn her… resulting in the most pleasurable sound that she never thought could exist- apart from Regina's fast beating heart- a soft and delicate moan. Hands and nails scraped along the skin on her back, leaving zero marks on Emma's pale skin.
"You're so beautiful," Emma murmured, her breathing easy and calm. Her eyes a lighter shade of gold as they locked into Regina's own.
A breathless moan erupted from the back of Regina's throat once again as she felt the now warm touch from Emma's hand run along her naked thigh, spreading her legs apart just a little farther. As soon as two of her fingers toyed with Regina's surprisingly wet folds, Regina reached for Emma's hand right in between them, and nodded in approval. "It's okay," she whispered.
Holding onto the headboard, for fear of aching to crush her body along Regina's, Emma inserted two of her fingers carefully past warm, wet walls, hearing another moan erupt from Regina as their lips met in a wet, passionate kiss.
Regina's hips jerked up, her entire body going up in dancing, delicious flames from the inside. Her nails raked across Emma's bare back again, feeling the contraction of her muscles, seeing it happening along Emma's arms as her left hand gripped tighter onto the headboard, causing a loud crack to erupt from the wood. And then… Regina did the unthinkable, taking Emma aback, she wrapped her arms along her waist, pulling her onto her body, skin against skin. Her reward being a soft moan escaping past Emma's lips, breathed right into her mouth.
Regina's moans matched Emma's to discover that she was just as wet, just as warm from in between her thighs as she was. Despite Emma's body wanting to retract, afraid of its own thrusts that her hips were eager to deliver between Regina's thighs, Regina was determined to keep her there. Feeling her become more aroused by the second.
The more Emma moved, the more her thumb swiftly moved along her most eager of places, it only spurred Regina on to do the same, following Emma's movements in sync to the same erotic rhythm. Regina's lips seeked out Emma's throat, her tongue flicking warmly along her cool skin that didn't break an ounce of sweat, all the way up to her lips, where Emma's tongue met with hers. She could feel her body begin to move with more and more confidence, more eagerness, more pleasure, Regina didn't want her to stop. Ever.
The way Emma's hands touched her, pleasured her… it was unlike anything she ever dreamed of experiencing as a human. And she hoped that for a vampire, Emma felt the same.
Regina's breathing became rapid as she could hear a loud thud above her head, as her eyes dared to open, she looked above, seeing Emma's other hand grasping onto the headboard. Her arms tightened around Emma's frame, daring her, wanting her to keep moving. And she did. Emma's hips moved so swiftly in between Regina's parted legs, that as their eyes locked, Regina could swear she saw her eyes change from golden to the most beautiful green color she had ever seen in her entire existence.
"Emma…" Regina moaned out her name, her eyes never leaving Emma's, or the beautiful glow that erupted from along their bodies as both erupted with a wave of pleasure that not even Emma thought was possible for her.
A low growl erupted from the back of Emma's throat as her hands tightened along the wooden headboard, feeling it sink into pieces above Regina's head. She blinked, stopping her movements immediately, halting her desire for more. A wave of fear erupting from her eyes.
Regina's eyes adjusted onto Emma's face, reaching to touch it with the most gentle caress, surprised to almost feel her skin warm. "It's okay," she whispered. "You didn't hurt me." She most certainly wasn't hurt, but she was pleased in more ways than she ever thought possible. And she wanted so much more of that. She wanted more of whatever that light was that erupted from around their naked bodies.
She wanted Emma.
Pulling her close again, Regina felt Emma surrender herself onto her body all over again, their lips melting all over again in a kiss that they both could swear… had been magical.