Chapter 2: I've got a wand and a rabbit

From where she was sitting, and difficult conversations over with, Emma could see what Regina had so kindly exposed with the scant buttoning of her shirt. An expensive black lace push-up bra delicately encased Regina's perfect tits, showcasing them at their best for their thrilled audience. Emma was lost for a moment in the heat of it all. She had known she was into women for a long time, but holy shit, Regina was not just any woman. She was fucking gorgeous, she was sensual, she was delicious as sin, and she was somehow - somehow - entertaining Emma's desires.

With difficulty, she pulled herself from her musings and into the present, where the curve of Regina's long neck was begging to be kissed. It was framed by immaculately straightened hair and a wide open collar, so it was easy for Emma to slowly migrate her lips across the expanse of skin in front of her, thanking the lucky stars that had placed her in this position.

Regina let out a soft moan as Emma's lips hit her overheated skin, and it was everything. Emma felt the physical effects of the sound throughout her body, and she fought with every inch of herself to take it slowly.

Even so, Emma's hands didn't take long to find the curve of Regina's ass and squeeze the firmness she found there. She stopped her efforts at Regina's neckline to briefly make eye contact and check that her touch was welcome, whilst she still had enough wits about her to wait.

"You can touch me, dear," Regina replied to the silent question.

The broken, breathy tone of her voice had Emma's pulse racing again. Regina swallowed, and Emma felt her throat move underneath her lips, followed by the vibrations as she spoke again, clarifying. "I want you to touch me, Em-ma."

Emma did not need telling twice. She palmed Regina's perfect ass with eager hands, savouring the way the soft fabric swum over tight muscles and bunched up between her strong fingers.

Regina's hips moved in time with her hands, pressing down hard onto Emma's thigh and eliciting a gasp or a soft moan with every movement. For an extended moment, Emma was convinced she could live in this moment forever, such was the power of the gentle symphony of Regina's want against her heated earlobes. She chuckled at the thought, that Regina of all people had her feeling this way. Her breath escaped across Regina's skin in quick, hot cascades.

Emma's long fingers grazed the inside of Regina's thighs as she massaged the firmness of her tight ass.

"Em-ma,' she responded, adrift against her maddening touch as she felt her own body responding to the intense suggestion in the feather-light fingertips. They were so close - so fucking close - to where she most wanted them to reach. But somehow the suspended seconds of wanting were more delicious than any other kind of anticipation Regina had ever felt. It was heady, intoxicating. She could taste the sweetness of her own magic cloying at her tongue, begging to take control of the situation and nudge Emma to where she needed her.

But Regina remained determined to experience the pureness of Emma, and this being the first time she could hope to do so, she fought against her baser urges. There would be time to acquaint Emma with her more persuasive, more empowered side later.

For now, she surrendered herself entirely to feeling all that Emma was giving her. Even if that was a whole fucking lot of almost nothing. It was the most enrapturing lot of almost nothing that she had ever had the good fortune to feel.

Regina's resolve weakened slightly when the knuckle of Emma's forefinger grazed the damp spot in the seat of her pyjama trousers.

"F u c k," she exhaled. The slow, drawn out expletive gave a slight smirk to the corner of Emma's mouth. It was that maddening word on Regina's lips and the sensation of Regina's arousal conveyed in the warmth she had felt on her finger as she had discovered the heat between her thighs.

Emma swallowed the end of the lustful sound with a heated kiss.

"You said you wanted me to touch you," Emma challenged as soon as she had breath to speak.

Regina, for once, raised no argument. She was busy. Her brain was full with thinking about how fucking hot Emma looked with her shit-eating grin and with her perfect blonde brow raised.

"Yes-" Regina breathed, her voice like cool water spilling over Emma's heated face, giving her a moment of clarity in amongst the mess of her desire. "Yes, dear." The endearment was back.

"I really like it when you call me that," Emma responded. Her words tripped over themselves with their sincerity.

"Well then, dear Em-ma," Regina drew out the three syllables until Emma thought she might explode with the joy of it all. She sat instead, trying to remember to breathe amidst the overstimulation. "Touch. Me. Then."

Her words were punctuated with sensual kisses to Emma's waiting lips. When she was done speaking, she leaned back onto her feet - still astride Emma's long legs - and unceremoniously pulled her shirt over her head, reaching behind her back to unclasp the perfect lace bra that had caught Emma's attention when she had arrived downstairs.

"I want to do that part," Emma pouted, somehow avoiding looking ridiculous and child-like, but not quite unsilly enough that Regina didn't chuckle a very soft and very sexy chuckle. She caught herself thinking how cute Emma looked with such a pout on her face, and then cursed herself for becoming so soft. Still, an even greater part of her thrilled at the idea of Emma taking her bra off for her.

"Oh-kay, dear," came Regina's permission, and her challenge.

Emma smirked and rapidly migrated her hands up the small of Regina's back, unhooking her bra in one smooth and almost intimidatingly efficient move. It was as though she had been preparing for this moment for a very long time. All the difficult Sheriff cases, having to manoeuvre handcuffs in a tight spot, dealing with limited vision whilst on night patrol, and having a knack for finding the only gay woman in a ten mile radius wherever she had settled down long enough to meet the locals. It wasn't Emma's first rodeo, for which she was profoundly grateful in that moment.

She was, however, entirely unprepared for what was revealed upon the bra falling to the sofa beside them.

Her mind emptied promptly. Again. Of course.

Fucking perfect.

Her hands traced a soft path around Regina's ribcage, coming to rest as she cupped Regina's perfect boobs in her hands. The gentle weight, the give and take of her soft olive skin, the contrasting texture of her smooth skin and her rough, hard nipple… She didn't have words. She couldn't think. So she kissed Regina instead, and continued to bask in the feeling of the weight in her hands, and Regina's mild squirming at her attention.

"Em-ma." It was said like a warning, the caution seeping unbounded from Regina's tone.

"Sorry," Emma snapped out of her lust-driven haze immediately, worried that she may have overstepped or upset Regina in some way. She immediately moved her hands back to Regina's sides, drawing a calming line between her ribs and the small of her back.

"Don't you dare-" Regina almost shouted.

"Sorry, sorry," Emma interrupted, begging forgiveness.

"Please - don't - stop," Regina clarified.

Emma let out a sharp breath of relief, which sounded akin to a bark.

"Oh," she said, smugness creeping back into her tone. "Is that the case?"

"If I say yes will you touch my tits again?" Regina was almost panting with want. She punctuated her answer with a lingering snog that left Emma smiling again.

"Maybe," Emma teased. "If you say please."

Regina put on a caricature of her sternest face, hoping to scare the blonde into reinstating her wonderful ministrations.

It was a face that screamed "do I have to?" and Emma responded in kind.

"That depends," she said, and gave Regina a long, intense kiss to drag out her desire a bit longer. "On whether you'd rather ask nicely, or whether you would rather reciprocate?"

Regina made a quick and enthusiastic decision, and Emma felt her hands moving over her pyjama top almost immediately. The tension in her fingers was immediately noted, and Emma responded to the firm, delicious squeezing by mirroring Regina's actions. It was so much better without a bra in the way.

Their shared moans filled the limited space between their open lips, and Emma swallowed the sounds as she raced her fingers across Regina's hardened nipples. She felt the other woman reciprocate by pushing the slim straps of her top to the side to allow for skin to skin contact the other way round.

Jesus Christ.

Emma accelerated her movements downwards, recognising her ability to think coherent thoughts slowly exiting her body. If there was one thing she was going to do first, it was absolutely going to be to make Regina fall apart on her fingers. She used the fingertips of her right hand to softly trace her way down to the waistband of Regina's pyjama trousers.

She toyed with the fabric there until she heard Regina whimper, again. It was fast becoming her very favourite sound, but Emma had enough sense about her to understand quite how desperate Regina had become from all of the teasing. She pulled at the waistband to reveal matching panties to the bra that was laying on the sofa beside them.

Fuck, she wore those for me, Emma thought. She felt the blood rushing to her face as she blushed at the implication. Regina wanted her, had wanted her before they'd had any wine. Perhaps she had been planning this for a while, perhaps even as long as she had known that Henry would be away for the evening.

Emma didn't dare consider her body's reaction to those thoughts. She was dangerously close to a warmth in her chest that she'd rather not think about. Not when she was so fucking close to seeing Regina under her hands. She refused to let anything fuck up this perfect moment, let alone feelings doing so.

"Sit up," Emma instructed, helping Regina to shift her weight so that she could move the remainder of her clothes onto the floor. Regina didn't even wince at the wrinkles that were sure to come from such an action. She was lost instead in her appreciation of Emma's strong arms and the way she seemed to effortlessly hold her aloft. She swooned a little, and kicked herself for it.

~.~

When Regina finally returned to her place with her knees on either side of Emma's hips, it felt as though an eternity had passed - an awkward, romantic, affectionate eternity - but an eternity nonetheless.

Emma lifted her face towards Regina and gave her a sweet but passionate kiss to assuage any nervousness and rid the atmosphere of the slight discomfort that had come with the difficult removal of clothes. She felt Regina's confidence and arousal return with each movement of their lips against each other. The sweetness of her magic returned to the air, still a quiet undercurrent, but pulsing as she became less and less aware of her surroundings.

There was a brief flicker of the romantic lights when Emma first grazed Regina's clit, accompanied by a heady gasp. It was too perfectly timed to be anything other than Regina's magic reacting to the first time that Emma's fingers moved between her legs.

The touch was firm, reassuring and altogether capable of yielding Regina's undoing. She felt undone. It felt so fucking good. Embarrassingly good. She was torn apart in wanting more and wanting exactly this precise moment to continue indefinitely.

Emma-

Well, Emma was

She was-

Emma was using all of her willpower to focus on continuing her movements in response to Regina's every sound. Her lips at Regina's breasts continued teasing hard and soft, and her fingers continued to run up and down her slit, waiting for the perfect moment to take it all one step further.

She listened intently as Regina's body so eloquently told her what she desired. Every slight movement of her hips told Emma exactly how to move her fingers, or which part of Regina's perfect torso most desired her touch.

Regina was all but shaking, her magic scratching at the air and breath coming in pants. She was almost reduced to begging, so slow and delightful was the blonde's exquisite torment.

Emma really wanted to hear her say it. She stilled her fingers for less than five seconds, but it was long enough.

"Please, darling," Regina breathed, her voice barely loud enough to hear.

Darling. That was new. Nice, but new.

Emma was overwhelmed by a warm pride, that Regina saw her in that way, and that the mighty Madame Mayor had condescended to ask nicely. It was good practice.

Whilst she had been silently thinking, Regina had tried to grind her hips towards their ultimate goal. Emma realised what she was trying to do, and finally condescended to help the poor woman out.

"Patience is a virtue," she chuckled.

"Perhaps-" Regina gasped, feeling pressure at her entrance. When there was no further forward motion, she continued - with difficulty. "Perhaps I am not feeling particularly virtuous this evening."

'Well if we're talking about bad behaviour, you did come and kidnap an officer of the law, Regina," Emma chuckled in mock seriousness. "I could write you up for a serious offence."

"I think kidnap- ah - implies a certain a-a-amount of premeditation and - uh - malicious intent," she stuttered a response back.

"You're right, I'm teasing you," Emma replied, kissing Regina sweetly on the lips and innocently moving her finger half an inch further forward. Regina cried out in pleasure against her lips, and Emma didn't have the heart - or the restraint - to hold back any longer.

"Shall we ju-u-ust agree that virtu-u-ues are overrated?" Regina's sentences were becoming less and less put-together, but Emma was amazed at how coherent she was able to be.

Emma responded non-verbally by slowly moving her fingers against Regina's rough wetness. She was spurred on by her surprisingly vocal counterpart, hearing a desperate moan every time her fingers curled just so against Regina's walls.

It didn't take long before Regina was panting - properly panting - and begging again.

Emma wisely chose not to mention the begging. There would be time to gloat about it later, she hoped, but for now she wanted to see Regina lose it.

She continued her delicious rhythm, adding an extra finger and picking up the pace ever so slightly. All it took in the end was Emma - just Emma.

"Em - ma," Regina panted brokenly, strewn on the precipice and incapable of any other words. Just Emma.

Luckily for the woman in question, Regina's orgasm was announced by an entirely unsubtle Regina-induced power cut. Such was the force of the feeling, her magic had run away with her and she had smashed the main lightbulb just as her head had gone empty.

Regina took a few moments to enjoy the buzzing sensation under her skin. She basked in the way that Emma's hands felt, softly roaming as they were all over her overheated body. She rested her forehead on Emma's shoulders and took some steadying breaths to recover herself.

Emma was the first to break the perfect silence.

"I take it that we can call that a success, then?" Emma spoke joyfully in the dark, her cocky grin at odds with the question in her voice. Regina waved her exhausted arm and a new lightbulb appeared to replace the faulty one.

Emma deliberately paused the motion of her soothing hands to witness the moment that the lights came back on. She wanted to remember the look on Regina's face and the satisfaction in her body.

Regina was a sight to behold. Even more than usual.

The exertion had framed her face in curly flyaways, moistened with the effort of it all. Her skin was dappled pink with the rush of blood that had come as the tension was building and she was glowing with a perfect calmness, a deeply satisfied expression on her beautiful face.

Clear as day underneath it all, there was the richness of affection that completely took Emma's breath away. She could not stay quiet in the face of such glory.

"Regina, do you know how gorgeous you are?" She asked, voice full of wonder.

Regina chuckled, old insecurities screaming at her to downplay the compliment, to brush it off with a I always knew you were stupid, Swan. But she swallowed the acidic taste of self-deprecation and placed a peck on Emma's forehead instead.

"…because it's really fucking gorgeous," Emma answered her own rhetorical question. She was still a little tipsy from the wine, and watching Regina fall apart around her had had a similar effect on her loosening tongue.

Regina kissed her properly, open mouthed and wanting, and was thrilled to once again feel Emma responding in kind.

Emma was starting to think that she could die from the built up arousal as the kiss became more heated. She dropped Regina's lips in a futile act of self-preservation.

"I could kiss you forever," came the surprising admission from the brunette upon their brief parting.

Emma's heart jumped, not yet trusting or believing those words to be true. They both knew what the word "forever" meant around here. And Emma was sure that in the moment Regina meant what she was saying, for there was nothing in her chest telling her otherwise. But she was not yet sure whether sober Regina, not-under-the-haze-of-orgasm Regina, would agree.

Still, nothing like the present moment to enjoy those words at face value. She renewed her kissing with fervour, and Regina moaned once again into her mouth.

Deal, Emma said silently to Regina's comment, thinking that maybe one day she'd be brave enough to say it out loud.

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