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Chapter 18.
It was late in the evening when Emma returned to the room she had shared with Regina. Henry had kept her close for hours in the end, unwilling to let her go. At the same time, her own mother had been displaying her clingy qualities, but the blonde Knight could not blame her, not when the morning was about to bring one of the hardest events in their lives.
With a downtrodden set to her shoulders, Emma closed the door, leaning back on the sturdy wood, heavy sigh escaping her mouth.
"Is he asleep?" Regina's soft voice came from the bed, as the woman was reclining on it, having been reading. She had closed the small book, keeping a forefinger inside to mark the place, out of a habit, while she looked up and down the mirthless woman.
Emma pushed away from the door and quickly climbed the bed, settling herself over the woman, burying her nose into the warm shoulder. When she felt the uncomfortable edge of the book's covers digging in her ribs, she groaned in displeasure, lifting herself a bit and pushing the offending object out of Regina's hand. Lowering her body down again, the blonde felt Regina's palms going over her bare shoulders and down to her back. "He is asleep, but don't know how much he will stay that way," Emma mumbled into the brunette's chest.
Just like Emma, when Henry was under a great deal of stress, his sleep would be interrupted by waking ups and uneasy dreams. Regina knew that the night would be hard on everyone, so she did not comment on it. "Can you sleep?"
"No," the answer came immediately.
"What do you want to do?" Regina felt Emma shrug in her hold, the tense woman almost vibrating with nervous energy that would only continue to grow if they stayed put. So, the blonde needed to move, and the former Queen was not willing to let her out of her sight before the time. The brunette had noticed before that Emma's things were mysteriously brought to their room, and she was glad that the Sheriff had thought of that, because it would have been very difficult for Regina to send those things, permeated with Emma's scent, away, and the blonde needed them here. "Get warmly dressed," Regina spoke, patting Emma's shoulder, an idea coming to her. At the flabbergasted look she got in the answer she elaborated. "We are going for a walk, it will help."
Slowly they dressed for the outside weather. At the inquiring glance to Regina, Emma strapped on the sword from the ship and pulled on her coat. After an admiring glance from the brunette, the Savior accepted the offered hand, and felt the familiar buzz of magic envelope her as they disappeared in the swirl of the colored mist.
The startling change of temperature forced Emma to gasp, the expulsion of breath white in the cold mountain air. As her hand was released from Regina's gentle grip, the blonde turned, enjoying the brisk coldness on her cheeks, as she looked around, recognizing the scenery from somewhere in Regina's memory. "I know this place," Emma whispered, as she admired the tall winter green trees and the clear starry night.
"Tri-point," Regina murmured with a soft smile on her face. "This exact spot is at the equal distance from the Charmings' Castle, the White Castle and the Summer Palace," she elaborated as she took Emma's hand, guiding her toward a small cottage, hidden in the dense foliage of the mountain. The brunette explained in the quiet voice the strategic need for the spot and a resting place, and the advantages of such hide out, her gentle tone not disturbing the tranquil night. She led the Savior around the timber log cabin and up, following a barely visible path, slowly, letting the blonde get familiar with the surroundings. They walked in silence, hand in hand, enjoying the light exercise and the peacefulness of the forest. Then, Regina carefully followed the steep climb in the path, pulling Emma behind her, promising her that it was worth it. Finally, they ascended over the last rocks in their way and onto a small narrow clearing that was cut off, its edge the beginning of a steep jagged cliff, opening the spectacular view before them. For the second time that evening, Emma found herself speechless, amazed by the natural vista in front of her.
Far in the distance, the dark mass of the ocean reflected the millions of stars on the clear sky, the water shimmering on the edge, giving out ethereal apparel to the scene. Almost invisible in the darkness of the night stood the ruin of the Charming's Palace, by the shore. In front of the stunned Emma were the forests, fields, rivers and creeks, creating an amazing canvass, evident even in the dimness of the night.
"It's beautiful," the blonde whispered, pulling the other woman to herself. Regina only smiled, looking at the dazed face of the Savior, her hand reaching the untamed lock of the golden hair that had fallen over Emma's eye.
"Yes," the brunette agreed, no longer thinking about the place they were at. "You are."
The blonde demurely lowered her head, avoiding the chocolate eyes, slightly uncomfortable with the open regard the Madam Mayor placed upon her. The brunette smiled with amusement, lifting Emma's head up, her insistent fingers holding the Sheriff's chin.
Unable to resist, Regina pecked chastely the shy Savior, but as strong arms enveloped her, she surrendered to the moment, deepening the kiss. The blonde moaned in approval as she pulled the former Queen firmly against her body, vibrating with awakened need and passion.
Calling upon her magic, Emma initiated the transporting spell, moving them into the cottage she had seen before, not breaking the connection she had with the tantalizing lips of her Queen. The Savior knew that the desperate need engulfing them was fueled by the impending separation, and that diving into it was not a wise idea, as it would only give them more things to miss, but she couldn't find it in her to care anymore. Not when she was about to have a taste of heaven. However, she found a trace of ever dwindling strength to push Regina gently away, and to act in a truly Knight-like fashion, chivalrously letting the other woman decide along with her.
"If we do this," Emma started, gasping as the hot lips found her neck. "The time apart," the blonde continued, as she took hold of Regina's face and held it close to her own, "will be all that much harder."
"It is already going to be hell, Emma. I would rather suffer the sweet torture relishing the memories of our time together," the brunette spoke emphatically, her fingers sinking into Emma's wild hair, "than have only the warm comfort of our True Love." With those words, the former Queen pulled the blonde into a ferocious lip melding, swallowing the answering excited groan. With one thought, Regina lit the fire in the hearth of the cabin, while she slowly, enticingly, unbuttoned Emma's coat. Yes, she knew why Emma had hesitated, and the brunette agreed with the Sheriff's concerns, but she stood by the words she had said to the other woman. And, if she was going to suffer anyways, she would do this right. There was no rush, they had all night.
It seemed that the Savior followed the line of her thoughts, easing her kisses and caresses, her touch not as desperate and rushed as before. With a gentle reach, Emma took off the jacket from the brunette's shoulders, slowly tracing her fingers over Regina collarbone and back. The soft sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor was heard over the hypnotizing crackling of the fire and the slightly shallow breaths of the two women.
The soft light of the fire danced over Regina's face, drawing Emma's hand to it, as she tried to follow the pattern of the blazes. The brunette leaned in the touch, closing her eyes, her hands going to the Sheriff's hips, keeping her close. The gentle caress held such reverence in it that it brought moisture to the former Queen's eyes. Lightly, a soft pair of lips landed on her face, kissing the ancient injury over her mouth, as if to erase the offence that had caused such mark. Then, the insistent but tender lips continued on their way, finding their willing counterparts ready for them. As Emma kissed her deeply, all the tenderness, love and devotion present in the touch, Regina found the knot of the blonde's belt, untying it deftly but slowly, savoring the moment. Not to disturb the pleasant tranquility around them, the brunette lowered the sword gently on the mantle over the hearth, using her magic when she couldn't reach it by her hand.
Pausing to breathe, the Savior pushed her hands into the dark hair, humming with pleasure as her fingers passed through the silken tresses, focusing on the feel as she committed it to her mind, along with every second she would spend in the cottage. Leisurely, she lowered her palms to Regina's shoulders, guiding her nimble fingers to the front, passing over the lapels of the shirt, down to the first caught button. As she glanced toward the dark eyes, she saw an encouraging smile on the brunette's face. One by one, Emma released the plastic from its confines, until the shirt was open, revealing satin and lace bra in the color of skin. At the view, the blonde swallowed, her mouth watering, as she gripped the lapels of the shirt firmly.
Regina smirked at the obvious adoration from the Savior. Emma's eyes had always strayed to her chest, in Storybrooke and on their journey, almost unconsciously. But when she had chosen her vest and the shirt she had worn after they had spent the night in her castle, she had seen that the attributes she had used with pleasure and arrogance had been the most watched aspect of her by the Savior, apart from her face. With her gentle hands, she found the hem of the black woolen turtleneck the blonde was wearing and pulled slowly up, making Emma move her hands up, as the sweater came off. Under it was the white undershirt Emma was so fond of wearing, showcasing the Knight's strong arms and shoulders. It might have been Regina's favorite as it came to Emma's clothes, and perhaps that was the reason the blonde insisted on wearing them. Right after she dropped the black turtleneck, the former Queen reached for the belt loops on Emma's jeans, pulling the other woman to herself, Emma's arms going around her shoulders.
"I love you," was heard in the quiet of the lodge, but neither woman knew if she had been the one to speak. It did not matter, as their eyes spoke of the same thing, as well as their touches and kisses.
Not willing to lose any time on taking off the boots, still wet from the grass dew, Regina wished them off, and suddenly the both women were standing on the soft fur rug with their bare feet. Emma chuckled when she gained an inch over Regina with that move. In retaliation, the brunette only turned the Sheriff and guided her backwards to the bed, but after a short pondering the former Queen decided not to push the other woman back. Not yet, anyways.
Her lips twisting into an evil smirk, Regina pulled Emma's undershirt out of the jeans and leaned her palms onto the slightly heated skin of the blonde's sides, relishing the sudden intake of breath from the Savior. Splaying her fingers widely, she slowly lifted her hands, taking the soft white t-shirt with them, as she gently passed over the Sheriff's ribs, her thumbs teasing the underside of the blonde's breasts, enjoying the light shifting of muscles underneath. Regina's hands went up, following the lines of Emma's arms, taking the t-shirt off, and flinging it back with a careless toss. As she lowered her palms, the brunette made sure to pass teasingly over the Sheriff's collarbones, the breastbone and well defined lines of Emma's muscled belly, while she watched the blonde's face intently, smiling when the Savior bit her lower lip as the Queen's hands landed on Emma's zipper.
Slowly, with a teasing grin of her face, Regina opened the metal teeth and pulled the dark jeans down, lowering herself into a sexy crouch, exposing Emma's defined legs to the warm cabin air. When she reached the blonde's knee, moving it gently to allow the denim to pass over Emma's foot, the Savior gasped, her hand landing on the brunette's shoulder for support. The gentle tickling touch at the sensitive skin caused Emma to suck the air sharply, and when the brunette repeated the move on her other leg, the Sheriff squeezed Regina's shoulder, unsteady on her foot. Discarding the jeans, the former Queen let her hands slide up the blonde's thighs, passing the black briefs on their way. Rising from her hunkered position with elegance and poise due a queen, Regina made sure to let her front glide upward along Emma's belly and chest, teasing them both further. Then, with a seductive grin, her hands came to the blonde's back, finding the hooks of the simple black sports bra Emma was wearing.
Emma still had her hands on Regina's shoulders, and when the brunette looked into her eyes with askance as her hands hovered over the catch, she nodded, her teeth sliding over her lower lip, catching it slightly. Suddenly, the piece of clothing was gone, exposing her to the Queen, but the Sheriff did not feel apprehensive or nervous about it. Emma had absolute trust that the brunette would not exploit her.
Regina let her hands slither over the heated flesh, as she lifted herself onto her toes, taking the Savior into a thorough passionate kiss, Emma's hands pulling her deeper into her. The former Queen could feel the magic rising, but it was still too deep under the surface. And, she couldn't yet sense the counterpart in Emma. It did not matter anyways, for there was no stopping now. Detaching from the enticing lips, she hummed in pleasure when the Savior followed her, groaning in disapproval of their separation. She looked at the blonde woman and saw the flushed cheeks and dilated pupils in the shimmering light of the fire, all the sure signs of arousal. The kiss itself made them breathless, and along with Regina's restless hands, it was certain that the Savior was on the edge.
Well, I always did want to torture, Regina thought to herself, as she lowered her head, grazing the blonde's neck with her teeth, immediately after soothing it with her hot and wet tongue. The shudder that passed through the Savior's frame told her to continue, and she did, lavishing the alluring skin with many lip and tongue grazes. The satisfied moans grew louder, as Regina lowered her lips, tracing the hollows of the collar bones, while her hands reached the exposed pert breasts, rapidly hardening under the soft skin of the expert digits. The Queen caught the jutting nipples with her tender fingers, and gently played with them, reveling in the gasping moans she managed to coax from Emma, as she lowered her lips to one of them, kissing the rosy flesh of the chest in front of her.
"Oh, God," Emma sighed when the scorching trail of open mouthed kisses came to the top of one of her skillfully caressed aching mounds, the burning tongue flicking over the hard pebble. The spot Regina lavished with attention seemed to be connected with every sensitive point in her body, ratcheting her burgeoning desire even further, making her skin tingle with arousal, and heat seemed to come from deep inside of her belly. The blonde gripped the head on her chest, keeping it in place, as she pushed out her ribs out. When the teeth started nibbling on the sensitive peak, she had to grip Regina's shoulder with her other hand, afraid that she would lose the control of muscles in her legs, as she groaned in need.
Unexpectedly, Regina lifted her head of the swollen bounty and pushed the Savior back, chuckling at the startled expression on Emma's face, as the back of her knees connected with the edge of the mattress, making her lose her already precarious balance and sit onto the conveniently positioned bed. She then pushed herself in between the Sheriff's knees, placing her hands on the hips, haughty smirk on her face.
"Serve your Queen," Regina spoke, her tone seductive and low, and yet imperious. She watched the understanding dawn on the Savior's face, as Emma's hands reached for her. The fingers danced over the leather, as the hands climbed up the legs, crossing over the thighs, squeezing the supple buttocks encased in the treated pelt, until they came to the laces tied into simple knots. With exaggerated slowness, Emma leaned in and baring her teeth, pulled one strand of the ties, her hands firmly grasping Regina's behind. The gesture robbed the former Queen of already short breath, and the hot air from the blonde tickled her belly, the sudden flash of heat burning in her veins.
Never before had she been so excited and doused in passion as she was with Emma. Even though the blonde had not done anything real yet, she felt like she was close to exploding, and the pulsing hold on her butt was only increasing the desire surging through her. As the Sheriff untied the laces, the pants opened, and the warm digits pulled them down, as the moist lips found Regina's belly button, causing her to lose all train of thoughts, with her fingers sinking in the blonde hair. As soon as she was divested out of her pants, Regina clambered onto Emma's lap, initiating another dizzying passionate kiss, her hands still in the Savior's hair. She gasped as the blonde's hands came from her thighs, under the shirt, tracing her spine. The resulting tingling only heightened the experience of the kiss. Regina wanted the woman under her. It was more than need, more than simple want. It was a necessity, a salvation.
Gently, Emma took the shirt of Regina's shoulders, guiding her, arm by arm, out of it. Finally, she was presented with the lush voluptuous fullness she had been coveting for, now, years, subconsciously and consciously. With an admiring and loving gaze, she reverently lowered the skin colored straps down the flushed skin of the shoulders, her eyes ever hungry for more. As the lace moved, it uncovered the already taut darker skin, the pert nipples getting even harder under Emma's ravenous eyes. Discarding the satin bra, she glanced up into the flushed face of a goddess in her lap, swallowing hard at the sensuality of the vision before her. The glow of the fire casted an intricate illumination over one half of Regina's face, while the other was hidden in darkness, and thus presenting a perfect metaphor for the woman. The alight part was soft and gentle, almost radiant, the dancing flame making the dark eye seem like molten chocolate, swirling in the depths, showcasing the innocence and kind and shining soul the woman once had possessed. On the other hand, the shadowed parts, with barely perceived lines, presented the danger in the woman, the dark edge she still had. And, the image in the firelight was breathtaking, as Emma watched on, dazed, all the love, desire, passion, devotion and reverence shown in her look.
Regina felt the power of the Savior's gaze, feeling it as if it was another limb, caressing her features. The awe and lust that shone from the Sheriff's almost black eyes felt like a soothing balm for her soul, and a scorching fuel for her body. The eyes glimmered in the weak light as if a veil of tears was covering them, and the mere idea that Emma found her so remarkable that she would shed tears made Regina's heart squeeze achingly, but with the good kind of burning pain. The love she felt for the blonde grew even larger, impossible as it was, and filled her every cell, amplifying the heady need she already had for her Knight. Tenderly, she caressed the face before her, tracing every line, watching every tiny detail, taking it all in, and storing it for the later days. This image, the picture of the blonde watching her like she was her own personal miracle, was among many she wanted to always remember. Not able to keep away, she kissed the parted lips, feeling the welcoming tongue greeting her and pulling her in.
As the insistent hands twined into her hair again, Emma followed the line of Regina's jaw, kissing it chastely, until she reached the small dip behind the ear. Her tongue darted out, tasting the skin, making the fingers in her locks flex in response, as a loud gasp left Regina's mouth. Emma lowered her lips onto Regina's neck, occasionally sucking the soft skin, and afterwards soothing it, her wet tongue making Regina's already rapid pulse spike up. With a devious thought entering her lust soaked mind, she bit down on the tender skin connecting the neck with the shoulder, marking the woman in her arms. The loud moan that followed told Emma that she had found an erogenous spot for the Queen. Soothing the sting with gentle pecks peppered over the bite mark, Emma relished the tightening of Regina's hands in her hair, the slight prickle on her scalp only adding to the experience.
Emma placed her hands over the magnificent breasts in front of her, feeling Regina's need in arching of her back. Following the slight directions, she lowered her head, taking one of the pebbled nipples in her mouth, sucking it in, as she massaged the other with her hand, while her other hand was on Regina's back, keeping her close, going up and down the ridges of the spine, dipping lower and lower each time. As she feasted on the supple flesh, she felt her own body react to the demanding moans and whimpers the brunette was making, while keeping her head locked between her hands, directing Emma's mouth. She was sure that if she continued with it, the both of them would erupt soon enough. Switching sides, the blonde nibbled on the tasty peak, breathing through her nose, trying to calm down her racing heartbeat. But, the moment she managed to grasp control over her passion derailed body, Regina placed her hot palm onto her back, the blazing hand passing over her ribs, causing shudders as she was close to the peak. However, teased and sweetly tortured for at least a week, she probably had been close for days now. Nevertheless, she felt like she was about to lose her mind, such the strong desire burned in her body, singeing her every cell, the heat coming from deep within her.
With the last vestiges of strength, she released Regina's mound and looked up at the half closed dark eyes, hazy with need. But, Regina recognized her wish and kissed her hard, toppling them over on the bed. As their legs intertwined, the women gasped at the sudden contact of their centers. With one quick snap, the drenched and ruined underwear was gone, and as Regina's thigh slid down Emma's molten need, the blonde woman trembled in pleasure, flexing her leg, pressing it onto the apex between the brunette's legs, and leaving a hot trail of wetness over her skin, as the excited moans filled the air.
Regina placed her arm under Emma, grasping at her back, using the elbow to hold herself up, as she watched the Savior's face, wanting to see the exact moment when the woman lets go. With the same idea, Emma kept her gaze focused on the dark eyes, as her hands pulled on the former Queen's hips, rocking them gently. As the motion produced the satisfying effect, Emma repeated it, feeling her juices coating the flexing muscles pressing onto her. At the same time, she felt the blistering heat of Regina's center rubbing over her thigh. As they both moved their hips, synchronized and getting more frantic by the minute, they never broke the gaze, feeling each startling gasp, each tremble of muscles all that deeper.
As closer to the peak Emma was getting, the stronger pull she felt from deep within, the magic in her flowing to the surface, pulsing together with the thundering heart, each beat filling her more and more with the power, her blood singing with it. She closed her eyes at the overwhelming tide, but the sudden move of the woman above her and deft fingers tracing her entrance snapped her eyes open.
"Stay with me," Regina panted out, as she lifted herself a bit off Emma's leg, allowing one of Emma's hands to slither in between. With a nod, the brunette gave the Sheriff a sign to enter the tight depths, sucking in a sharp breath at the welcome intrusion. Lowering herself on the curved fingers, she moved her hips, as well as her hand, penetrating the blonde's pulsating core gently, giving her the time to adjust to the fullness. Then, she started undulating, bringing them both closer to the relief of the ever building pressure. "Emma," she gasped, as her muscles clenched around the wiggling fingers. It was a plea, an order and worship all in one. The blonde kept her eyes locked onto Regina's as she forced breathless urgent gasps, her hips rolling against the motion of Regina's hand, as the skilled fingers grazed the sweet spot in the depth of her core, making her toes curl in pleasure. The moans escaping her lips turned to urgent whimpers, as the brunette drove them on, faster and faster.
Regina knew that Emma was almost there, as her eyes turned white with the magic. She had no doubt that her own eyes were changed as she could sense her power bleed into the air, similar to the tiny drops of sweat forming on her skin. She could feel the completion upon her and in desire for them to reach the final shattering release together, Regina sped up the motion of her hand, adding a little twist into the move, pressing harder against the rough patch of Emma's inner walls, making them squeeze her fingers with more force.
And, then, with one flick over the pulsating clit with thumb, Emma froze, her body having grown taut, before she exploded in ecstasy with a groan, the contracting of her muscles sending Regina over into a soul shattering climax. Guiding the blonde through the orgasm, Regina wriggled her fingers, feeling the clenching walls around them and the gushing wetness flowing over them. But, the powerful wave of magic lifted from them, spreading onwards with the colorful rush, the swirling puffs of mist disappearing quickly. Their eyes remained connected the whole time and she had witnessed the moment when the pleasure became unbearable for the blonde, turning into the burst of rapture, enhancing her own glorious peak. Finally, as she felt her own body melt, Regina lowered her head onto Emma's shoulder, feeling the still wild heart thundering in the blonde's ribcage.
It was minutes before either of them could say a word for the harsh and uneven breathing prevented them.
"Goddess," Emma whispered, her chest still heaving, as she rolled them over to the side, initiating a full bodied hug, burying her head into Regina's neck, as the brunette pulled her closer, her fingers digging into the soft skin on Emma's back. Occasionally, a tremor would pass through the blonde's frame caused by strong orgasm and the extraordinary amount of magic her body had pulled in.
"Regina is fine, dear," the brunette said, her voice filled with mirth, however she was worried for the Sheriff in her arms. It hadn't been that long before that magic had hurt the Savior, and having witnessed the magical eruption, she couldn't but feel concern.
"I am all right," the blonde Knight spoke, lifting herself on her elbow, as she wriggled away from the other woman, using the move to pull the blanket down, and getting them under it. Although the fire was still blazing in the hearth and the air in the cottage was comfortably warm, Emma knew that the moment the fire was out, the cold from the outside would permeate the log cabin quickly, and staying naked when that happened was not on her list of things to do.
"I've never felt better, actually," the Savior said, pulling the other woman into her embrace, intertwining their legs, as she looked into the loving chocolate eyes. Even though they had been sated only minutes before, the skin on skin contact ignited the roaring fire in Emma's body, her breath leaving her in a short burst. It would seem that the need for the other woman would never leave her, and she couldn't say that the idea didn't immensely thrill her. "I love you," she murmured, as her hand caressed the brunette's shoulder, going down her back and up again.
"I love you, too," Regina replied, a soft loving smile spreading on her face. The heat of arousal stirred in her belly as the blonde held her, but the tender hold was leaving her relaxed and filled with affection for the woman beside her. As her eyes connected with the finally green ones inches away from her face in a gentle regard, Regina sighed with joyous content, wishing that they could stay here, away from the world, just a bit longer. However, she willed the somber thoughts away, not wanting to spoil the mood. Emma sensed her internal debate and leaned in, kissing her lips chastely in comfort and affection. The silence enveloped them, as they were lying in each other's arms, the bond, magical and emotional, apparent in the way their breathing was synchronized, enjoying the peaceful moment.
"This place is perfect," the Savior spoke softly after a while, breaking the comfortable silence interrupted only by the cheerful crackling of the fire. "Does it have food?" suddenly Emma said, as she looked around for anything representing a pantry.
"No," Regina answered, liking the way they could talk about random things. "Any food would be spoilt by the time I would come here again, and the forest teemed with life then, so there was no question of actual starvation. Occasionally, I would bring the supplies for the duration of the stay, but I would get rid of the leftovers." When Emma hummed in understanding, she smiled, kissing the forehead before her, before the blonde lowered her head onto Regina's shoulder.
"The Tri-point is a good place to put the arch," the soft voice came, as Emma nuzzled into the brunette's neck, while one of her hands rested above Regina's heart, having passed over her breast, rubbing it gently in a teasing manner.
With the sharp inhale, Regina closed her eyes, before answering. "Only, if you place it in the valley below. The point itself is practically unreachable by ordinary means." Emma lifted her head, the questioning look on her face as she glanced down. The sense of wonder and happiness enveloped Regina, as she felt the gaze on her skin as if it was a touch. "If you want your mother to scale the cliffs each time she wants to go back to Storybrooke, that is fine with me," the former Queen remarked softly, her voice growing deeper, as her body reacting to the rapidly hungering look in the blonde's eyes.
"That is an interesting thought," Emma spoke, having lost the interest in the topic, as Regina's gorgeous body was exposed to her eyes, her mouth actually watering at the opportunity to taste the delectable skin before her. "But, I have another," the blonde said, her voice going rough with desire. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she saw Regina's skin erupt in goose bumps along with her nipples stiffening into taut protruding points. Although the pebbled peaks called for her attention, Emma decided to go slowly about it, making it last. Dipping her head, she leaned her moistened lips on Regina's neck, the shortening breath of the woman below her guiding her. Sensually, she tasted the skin there, her tongue darting out of her mouth from time to time, as her lips lingered over the pulse point. Leaving a wet trail, Emma blew onto the enticing neck, feeling the other woman squirm beneath her.
Regina moved her head to a side, exposing more to Emma's devastating exploration, her breathing growing erratic, as she placed her hands onto the blonde's back, one of them sinking into the hair, her fingers flexing at the pleasure, urging the Sheriff on. When the teeth grazed pulse point, she shivered at the spike of heat passing through her, giving up on controlling her breathing, whispered 'Emma' leaving her lips. At her plea, the blonde moved slightly lower, shifting so she was in between the former Queen's legs. The insistent tongue traced the hollows of her collar bones, lips catching them in nips as the thorough exploration continued. It was like Emma did not want to miss an inch of the brunette's skin undiscovered, as her hands reached the older woman's back, the fingers sinking into the tingling skin, the hold possessive and arousing in itself. Regina could feel her core heating up with delicious need, the juices coating her sensitive flesh, as Emma shifted a bit down, licking the space in between the aching mounds, her breath hot and tingling on the flushed skin.
As the blonde Savior circled one of the plump hardening swells, her demanding lips leaving a scorching wet trail over the aching mound, she felt one of Regina's hands grazing her scalp as the fingers fisted in the blonde hair, trying to lead the hot mouth into the right position. With a silent chuckle, Emma enveloped the quickly hardening already taut point with her moist lips, sucking the succulent tip with abandon. When the hot and wet tongue darted over the achingly throbbing peak, the teeth catching it in the gentle hold, an animalistic groan came from Regina's throat, while the woman's spine arched into the skillful mouth, supported with the strong hands of the Savior kneading her back. With the last nibble to the elongated areola, Emma moved to the other, starting over with the torturous teasing, deviously enjoying the desperate moans escaping Regina in the short bursts.
The blonde could feel the wetness spreading over her belly, relishing the obvious ability to make Regina so ready for her. But, as the hips beneath her moved in a desperate twitch to relieve the sweet agony, she moved her hands, catching Regina's sides, stilling the motion with her powerful hands. "Patience, love," she murmured into the chest of the suffering woman.
"Emma," Regina cried out when the pebbled point was sucked in the ravenous mouth. "Please…"
Deciding to move along, Emma slid down, using the flexed muscles of her abdomen to rub against the pulsing nub at the apex of Regina's legs, while her insatiable lips traced the soft lines of the former Queen's belly, allowing the shaking grip in her hair to guide her down.
When she finally reached the moist patch of trimmed dark curls Emma breathed in deeply the scent, feeling her mouth water anew at the close view of the throbbing button peaking from the nether lips. Her hands moved to the thighs around her ears, pulling them open, as she breathed out a teasing breath onto the wet surface, savoring the rapturously tormented whimper Regina let out. Unable to resist, she kissed the moist curls right above the clit, her thumbs sliding over the sensitive area of Regina's thighs, the move causing the legs to flex as the hips rose to meet her devious mouth. The hand in her hair pulled harshly against the top of her head, the sting only intensifying the heat thrumming in her blood.
Hungry, losing the will to tease the brunette, Emma dove in, her tongue sinking into the depths of the wet nether lips, flicking the achingly pulsing pearl, as she lapped the liquid seeping from the entrance into Regina's core, moaning at the heavenly flavor covering her taste buds. At the same time, the Queen gripped Emma's shoulder firmly, her fingers sinking into the corded flesh, as the excruciatingly pleasurable feel suffused her, her hips trying to escape the confines of the strong fingers, keeping her in place, prolonging the time she hovered over the sharp edge of arousal. The lashing she received from the voracious blonde brought her closer and closer to the crest, but never close enough. Unable to take in a breath into her lungs, or to take control over her body, she wasn't above begging Emma to let her come, as the frustration and torture culminated in a breathlessly desperate keening.
Finally, the blonde took mercy upon her and circled her entrance with the hot organ, plunging in suddenly, stopping at the scream that tore off Regina's throat. As the hand in Emma's hair painfully tugged for the blonde to continue, Regina managed to lift her head, her body shaking with desire, as she was on the verge. Her almost black eyes found Emma's, and the former Queen somehow succeeded to breath enough air to say "Don't you dare stop!" before dropping down onto the pillow.
The Savior continued with her tongue thrusting, wriggling it around the clenching walls, looking for that one spot that would make Regina lose her mind. With the hips undulating powerfully under her, Emma plunged in faster and faster, sucking in the wetness that gushed out of the heavenly cleft. At every entering, the brunette would let out a breathless squeals forcing Emma on and on, interjected with soft callings of the blonde woman's name, her body growing taut, the hips surging up with every thrust, and when Emma found the spot she was looking for, she made sure to graze it on every down swipe, the high pitched cries turning into the powerless yelps.
Emma knew that if she prolonged the torture for any longer, the brunette might be injured in the resulting crash. So, she brought one of her thumbs over the pulsating engorged clit and quickly rubbed it, as she continued to tongue the woman with abandon. Regina came with a loud screech as she felt every cell in her body explode, the uncontrolled flexing of her muscles almost dislodging Emma of her. But, instead of stopping, Emma continued, her fingers flicking the sensitive nub gently but insistently as her tongue moved against the powerfully pulsating walls. It didn't take much for Regina to be blown away with another orgasm, much powerful than the last, turning her every bone into mush and her muscles into foam, as she collapsed onto the mattress, unable to move, sated beyond the point of reason, the dark spots dancing around her vision. Not even able to breathe in as her galloping heart threatened to jump out of her chest, she felt Emma climb up her tingling body, one hand cupping her gently, while the tender lips left a trail up her belly, breast bone and finally coming to her mouth, kissing her deeply, her own taste on Emma's lips. She gasped at the eroticism, and saw the blonde woman smile in response.
With tender care, the Savior enveloped herself around the still trembling woman, her hands soothing the rapidly cooling sweat covered skin. Magically, she tucked them both in, not willing to move away from Regina. When the brunette leaned her head onto Emma's neck, her body limp and heavy, the Savior kissed the forehead in front of her, savoring the love and magic encompassing them.
The minutes passed in blissful silence, while the two women held each other, their hands caressing tenderly the place on skin where they were placed, the touches easy and caring. Regina had closed her eyes, leaning her forehead onto Emma's neck, but she did not sleep. She did not want to miss a single moment of the night, no matter how tired she was. No, she would manage till the late morning, when she would be in Storybrooke and collapse in her bed. In all likelihood, Henry would join her, if only to be close to adoptive mother, as the other one would be in the different world. But, for the moment, she would be with Emma, completely. The brunette opened her eyes, feeling slight tremors in the woman holding her.
With understanding flooding her, she smirked at the situation, contemplating her 'revenge' on the Savior. The blonde was shaking with desire, heavily aroused by the former Queen's eruption and the process that had led to it, but unable to relieve the tension, Emma kept quiet, trying to fight against the lust overflowing her. The ever chivalrous woman would not impose her needs on Regina, and the Mayor knew that it was another expression of Emma's love for her, because in the past, the blonde had been a selfish – well, she couldn't say lover, for there had never been love involved – sexual partner, racing to her own completion, the needs of others taken care of only in passing.
However, as they still had some time, Regina wanted to have her way with the Knight, turning the tables on the blonde.
Invigorated with the sudden need to get Emma there, the brunette moved quickly, startling the Sheriff, as she pulled her down, the Knight's wrists caught by Regina's deceptively strong hands. Leaning over the surprised blonde, the former Queen dove in, starting to thoroughly ravage Emma's mouth, building up the heat with the impeccable technique of her lips and tongue, coaxing moans and lustful groans from the dazed woman. Regina had decided in the split of the second before she had moved that it would be hard and fast, for she had doubts that the blonde would be able to handle more of the foreplay. With exciting nips over Emma's neck and jaw, the Queen released one of the captured hands, and lowered her own, placing it on the straining breast of the woman beneath her. When the nimble fingers caught the aching mound, the finger pads passing over the rosy tip, Emma growled with ravenous desire, pressing her chest into the dexterous palm.
The yelping moans coming from the quickly unraveling blonde told Regina that she was to hurry, so she lowered her exploring hand further, her knee spreading Emma's legs farther apart. As her digits reached the molten needy heat, she gasped at the wetness she found, the nether lips of the woman writhing with need under her slippery with the abundance of it. Wasting no time, she found the quivering nub, proudly peeking out of the lips, and with gentle but hard touch, she rubbed it, circling her hand, the constant moans and the flushed appearance of the Savior beneath her doing wondrous things to her libido. She moved, her other hand going beneath Emma's shoulder, for support, as she stroked the clit, increasing the tempo, when Emma arched into her hand, inviting her to delve between her folds into her need. Honoring the wish, Regina thrust into the welcoming core, the two fingers plunging deeper and deeper with every dip, relishing the rippling of the flesh beneath her. Quickly, she realized that Emma needed more, and so she added another finger, as she pounded into the slippery heat.
Emma couldn't help but move her lower body in the frenzied fervor, her hips meeting Regina's hand in ever increasing rhythm as she neared the sharp edge of rapture. Her hands gripped the brunette's shoulder blades, the fingers bruising the soft skin in her passion and need, as she pulled the woman against her, short explosive gasps and moans leaving her mouth. "Reg…" she tried to speak but unable to breathe properly or even think, she couldn't. However, her True Love could understand her need even without speaking and with magic, she placed Emma's unpinned leg over her hip, opening the desperate woman even further, as she delved deeper in more powerful thrusts, finding the spongy part of the inner walls on every stroke.
Suddenly, the Savior bucked wildly, her face frozen in a silent scream. Regina's fingers were seized by the Emma's strongly pulsing inner walls, the pressure almost painful, as the woman convulsed in rapture, her hips still undulating. And, witnessing the utter bliss on Emma's face, the brunette moved her hand, slowly, prolonging the pleasure, triggering several pleasant aftershocks of lesser intensity.
Then, before Emma could even start breathing normally, Regina shifted them, opening the blonde's legs wider, as she placed her drenched folds over the Sheriff's, initiating a slow grind. With surprising agility and energy, the blonde moved, sitting them up and shifting their legs in more accessible position, not stopping the gyration, smiling up at the gasping Queen, knowing that it wouldn't take much for them to get there. Brimming with magic, the women held each other, synchronized to perfection, as their eyes connected, the irises changing their color into the respective magical counterparts. This, the gentle, unhurried climb to completion, was soul filling, easing their worries and fears, encasing them in their love, the strength of their connection permeating every cell of their individual beings. The magic started to bleed into the air, the misty tendrils of colors mixing, the swirls turning gold in places, glowing in the dimness of the cottage. Feeling the crest nearing, Emma kissed the other woman, pouring everything that she was in that kiss, feeling the response was just as precarious.
While they were lost to the kiss, a gentle pleasurable pop of orgasm came over them, the soft rush of satisfaction filling them.
Catching her breath, Emma leaned her forehead onto Regina's, as they held each other, still joined at the hips. Suddenly Regina moved her head, leaning it on the blonde's shoulder, a light helpless chuckle leaving her mouth. The deceptively strong arms squeezed around the Sheriff's back with bruising quality, the touch grounding the former Queen to the present.
The Savior followed suit, humming softly in content when the full body contact was initiated. Her still kiss swollen lips leaned against the tender skin of Regina's still damp shoulder. The sluggish but relaxed limps went around the brunette, feeling fulfilled beyond measure.
"It…"
"That…"
The women both started in a hushed whisper, unwilling to break the easy atmosphere in the cabin. Then, after a shared chuckle Emma gestured to Regina to continue, the women having moved to see each other's face. With a grateful peck on the blonde's lips, the former Queen started again.
"I have never experienced something like this before," Regina said, her eyes telling the Sheriff more than her words ever could. The power of their connection made everything stronger, even their orgasms. And, the last one was the most surprising of all, because it involved magic intimately in the process, not as a byproduct of their True Love, but as extension of themselves.
"Good, for I would worry if you have," Emma replied softly, the flippant note in her tone. Regina only sneaked in a hand into the blonde hair and fisted it, the slight pull on the Sheriff's scalp the only reprimand.
"Be serious, Emma." The brunette watched the green, almost dark gray in the firelight, eyes glimmer in mirth and happiness. But suddenly there was something else, something that Emma had in her eyes only when she looked upon the former Queen. Something so powerful it was able to steal the breath right out of Regina's lungs.
"I am serious," the Knight spoke softly, her breath dancing over Regina's face. "I am dead serious. I'd worry if this was nothing new for you, because it is for me. Regina, you undo me and complete me in ways I never dreamed possible!" And there it was - the look. The look of wonder, devotion and wild torrent of emotions that all compounded into Love - the all-encompassing, devastatingly healing love.
For a tiny moment in time, the world stopped. If anyone asked Regina how much time had passed until the world started moving again, she wouldn't be able to tell, her answer would go from barely noticeable parts of a second, to days and more.
"It's almost dawn. We need to leave." The Savior's voice was quiet and regretful. As she slowly moved out of the tangle of the limbs, she kissed Regina on the lips lightly, in passing. Hissing lightly at the twinge in her muscles, the Sheriff bent down to pick up her things, offering the brunette hers. But, as soon she turned her back on the former Queen she heard a soft gasp. Rushing toward the other woman she looked around to see what was the source of startling intake of air.
"Your back," Regina whispered, her hands going gently over the scrapes on Emma's shoulders and shoulder blades. Her magic already summoned, she channeled it into her palms poised to heal every injury, but a light grip on her hands stopped her.
"Leave it," Emma spoke gently. "It keeps reminding me that this was real. No doubt I would need it in the next days." Then the Savior kissed Regina's pulse point on one of the wrists she held. "And, it's not like you don't have battle wounds of your own. Only then, the former Queen noticed a slight ache on her neck, the place where the Sheriff no doubt had sunk her teeth in, along with several aching spots on her back and hips, probably from Emma's hands and theirs bruising hold. But, she did not regret them, or wanted them gone. She was proud of them, and she could see the Savior's point. It was a good reminder, until the injuries healed, that their time together, their consummation, was real.
When she saw that Regina understood, Emma quickly resumed putting her clothes on. But, when she was tying the belt with the sword on, Regina stood before her, dressed, and placed a hand on the buckle. "Let me," the brunette whispered, and immediately Emma's hands got out of the way. There was something somber about the act. A Queen strapping a sword on her loyal Knight…
"I want to show you something before we leave." Taking Emma's hand into her own, Regina transported them back to the cliff, the morning mist of the mountain making it seem like there was a sea of white before them. But as the colors started changing in the East, from the dark blue into the lighter, and then into the pinks of the morning, the mist started to disappear, leaving the valleys below visible.
Slowly, the Sun was spreading the joyful morning colors on the horizon, not yet showing, but the soft tinges of pink streamed across the sky.
Regina held Emma close in her arms, the blonde in front of her, as their hands met on the Savior's belly. The Sheriff had leaned in the embrace, looking before her at the wondrous picture of nature, while savoring the touch of the woman behind her. The Queen nuzzled into the Savior's neck, still able to see the sunrise.
Emma watched on, as the Sun appeared over the sea, the light streaking over the reflecting water, until it reached the land, setting the dimmed colors of the night ablaze, as the morning truly came. With the morning light, came the sounds of awakening forests, completing the picture of a morning. The rays glided over the land, uncovering the secrets hidden by the night, as the Sun climbed up and up in the sky, the soft pinks turning into peachy shades, and then into the blazing oranges, while the heated orb itself gained more height.
Finally, the rays of light reached the mountain range, and reaching up, they came upon the two women, casting warm and bright light over them, like a soft caress from the Gods above. Yes, the Sunrise itself was enough to make Emma wonder if there was something resembling the higher beings in this world. The majestic view only turned better with the glare of the Sun. it was like a grand revelation of a masterpiece, only it was not a work of art but the almost artistic work of nature.
Standing there, on the edge of the world, it seemed, the Savior felt truly insignificant and yet omnipotent at the same time. The psychological power of the place could explain Regina's choice to build the cottage there, along with the natural shelter the high mountain slope provided. Standing in the light of the Sun, the rays warming her exposed skin, while her hair glowed, Emma knew that she presented a view many would consider iconic.
Regina sensed the deep rumination of the woman in her arms by the slight tension appearing in the Savior's shoulders, but she did not want to startle the blonde woman. She knew the effect the sunrise from the cliff could have on people, she almost had cried at the grandeur of it in the past. Indeed, the cottage had been built because of the perfect spot to step back from the worries and anguish of everyday life and enjoy something completely unrelated to her. Whenever she would have felt overwhelmed, Regina would have disappeared, sometimes for days at the time and simply bury down the storm of the emotions raging in her, letting the tranquility of the place to give her some resemblance of peace, at least for a moment, until she devised another plan, another battle move.
What was interesting about this place is that no one had ever known of it, not even Prince Henry, her father, although he had been her closest confidant. Nor Rumplestiltskin, for she would have never shared something of hers with him, knowing that he would have used it only to demean her or manipulate her in one way or the other. Showing it to Emma, even remembering it to bring the Savior to it, took her by surprise. But, she was aware that Emma, her Knight, was held in very different regard from all other people in her life – even young Henry. The Sheriff would rather cut off her limbs than willingly hurt her, no matter the anger or pain she would feel at the moment. Regina had seen it in their link, and she was feeling it every time they were close to each other. She was safe with the Savior, and that reminded her of this place.
"Thank you," Emma whispered softly, grabbing the hands on her belly and bringing them to her mouth. Then with a gentle move, she turned around and placed one of Regina's hands over her heart. "This opportunity… It means a lot." The soft voice almost sounded broken, and instinctively the brunette placed her other hand onto Emma's face, bringing it close to her own, and their foreheads touching.
"I love you," she spoke softly, her thumb wiping an errant tear from the pale face in front of her. "And, I would do anything for you." Then she felt Emma move and soft lips graze her own in reaffirming but chaste contact. And, with it the feel of the transportation magic came, taking them away from the spot on the small clearing at the cliff.
Regina looked around and she saw that they were back in their room at the Village Hall, and judging by the sounds outside, they were not the only people up. The time to leave was almost upon them. She gulped with the sudden wave of devastation that passed through her, but she managed to force it away for the time being. It would not do for Queen to fall apart, especially when she could see Emma hanging on by a thread.
As her eyes passed around the room, she magically packed, pretending not to notice Emma stealing away one of her already worn unwashed shirts. It's not like she could blame her, she had taken Emma's black undershirt and tucked it away, for the times she would need something tangible of the Savior. Then her eyes fell on the black chainmail, lying in one of the newly brought bags, haphazardly thrown in. She took it up in her hands, her fingers passing over the smart weave of the chain. "Emma," she spoke suddenly, bringing the blonde to her side. "I want you to wear this, at all times." Yes, she was being irrational but she just had to make sure Emma would be alive at the two months' time. At the incredulous look she received from the green eyes, she sighed. "Please, for me."
With the silent nod, Emma complied, seeing the need in the chocolate eyes. Quickly she took her clothes of and placed the mail over her undershirt, letting it fall down her hips, not even bothering to hide it inside her pants. Putting on the turtleneck she had been wearing, she flexed her shoulders, setting it in place. With unspoken agreement, they left their room and went down to get some breakfast.
The village was unnaturally quiet, as if the people themselves were prolonging the somber atmosphere of the newcomers. Hook had already been gone to the ship, to start preparations, assuming that when everyone was aboard, they would want to move quickly. Neal soon joined him, after a short goodbye to Emma and his father, and a softly whispered promise to take care of Regina and the boys. The others were saying their goodbyes to the people that had chosen to remain behind, Rumplestiltskin, Belle and Ruby already having decided that they would stay in the village, not following the procession to the docks.
"I still cannot believe you are going through with this," Snow spoke from behind Emma, reaching for her shoulder. David stood on the other side of their daughter, close but not touching her. Emma kept looking into the village, her face impassive. She had withdrawn into her previous shell, thinking that if she let any of the emotions out, she would fall apart, and she wasn't to do that, at least until they were gone.
"It's the right thing to do," the Savior said quietly.
"I know it is, Emma, but still…" Giving up the line of thought she only pulled Emma into a firm and warm embrace, keeping the Sheriff in her arms for much longer than usual. And, Emma let her, hugging her mother back. "Oh, I am going to miss you so much."
"We both are," David added, as soon as Snow released the blonde, and pulled her into his rib breaking hold. Perhaps he was not as wordy as Snow with his feelings, but it did not mean he would miss his daughter any less. Gripping her forearms, he looked into Emma's eyes, the eyes she inherited from his wife, and tried to look stern while he spoke. "Be careful, and keep your head down."
Emma chuckled lightly at his parental warning, knowing that although he was being serious about it, he had known that it would make her feel just a bit better. But, as soon as she smirked, her face turned back into the stony exterior. "Now, you listen to me. Both of you." She looked at Snow, using one of her hands to grip the pixie haired woman's shoulder, while she held David's forearm. "I need you to look after them. I need you to keep her safe." Although the words where whispered with even flat voice, the storm that raged in Emma's eyes was evident to her parents. They nodded in promise and she released them from her hold.
She took Kyle in her arms, forcing herself to smile at the toddler, enjoying his babble and his chubby hands touching her face. Henry was by her side, oddly quiet and subdued, but his hand was constantly touching her, whether it was on her hip or her back. With the children, she slowly walked down to the small dock, where a boat from Jolly Roger was waiting for the leaving party. Regina and Charmings followed silently, giving them space.
When they reached the wooden planks of the dock, Emma turned to Snow and gave her Kyle. Accepting another emotional embrace from her parents, she endured the soft goodbyes, offering one in return. As the Charmings walked off to the boat, with the baby in Mary Margaret's hands, Emma turned to Henry. At her opened arms, he immediately flew in, clutching his mother's back with such force that she was sure to bruise. He did not speak, but nodded in response to the Savior's soft words of farewell. And, then, when he moved out of her arms, he glanced toward his adopted mother. Seeing her silent tears, he decided to go, taking off with his grandparents rather than waiting for Regina to join them. She would transport herself directly on the ship, anyways.
"I am not going to stay," Emma suddenly murmured, looking at the already released sails of the small ship. "I cannot watch you leave. So when you transport, so will I." Glancing back at the silent brunette, she gulped at the sight of tears, her own eyes filling up. Regina only nodded, her arms reaching for the blonde Knight. Sinking into the desperate hold, Emma buried her nose into Regina's neck, breathing deeply the scent she had memorized by heart.
"Be brave," Regina whispered through her tears. "And, wait for me."
"I will," Emma mumbled, knowing that her promise was so much more than simple agreement to hang on for two months. It was promise that she would keep herself safe, no matter what. To not do anything Regina would consider stupid. And, to keep herself only for the woman in her arms. The last part was a given, but Emma did include it into her promise. "Be good. And patient." She added for Regina, before kissing her deeply, with all the passion and desperation she felt at the moment. Savoring the lips before her, she tasted them for a long while, the tears giving them the salty flavor. Then, with the last vestiges of her self-control she stepped away, her hand going to her heart, more in the gesture of soothing the pain than the salute she was about to initiate. "My Queen," she spoke somberly, her heels clacking in the morning air, her posture stiff, slightly bowing down, as she hid her emotions beneath a mask of stony grimace.
Regina came to the Savior and lifting herself up on her toes, she kissed the lowered forehead. "My Knight," the former Queen whispered softly, her palm tenderly passing over Emma's cheek. But when she saw the Savior close her eyes, she decided it was time to go. With all the heaviness in her heart she allowed herself to be enveloped in her magic and with one last look at her own personal Savior, she let the spell take her away.
But, when she reached the deck of Jolly Roger, she immediately glanced upon the blonde at the dock, as she turned away and took a few steps before she was engulfed in her own magic, disappearing from sight. At the gasp from the woman beside her, she could conclude that Emma's departure was identical to Snow's dream. So, she only placed her hand on the shoulder of the mother of her True Love, offering silent comfort, before she moved to the helm and gave Hook the bean.
"Take us home. We've lingered enough." The Queen spoke, having retreated beyond the mask of the Evil Queen, but no one reacted to it, because they all knew the personal sacrifice the couple had to offer for this to ever work. Not even waiting to see if the Captain would do as she asked, she rushed below deck, to the cabin she had shared with the blonde she already missed and buried her head into the pillow, letting out a gut wrenching scream into it, muffling it from others, letting the control over her emotions snap, not able to hold it in anymore. In the midst of her suffocating yells, the tinge of magic enveloped the ship, and suddenly they were on their way to Storybrooke.