A/N: TW for mentions of past spousal abuse
Regina was trying to keep her calm as the week progressed, but the truth was, the closer it got to the day of the party, the more her anxiety was taking control of her. She began getting irritable with everything. She wasn't sleeping well. She was snapping at everyone. She managed to keep her emotions in check at work, but by the time she got home, she was exhausted, overstimulated from the day, and barely keeping it together. Emma, to her credit, was incredibly patient with her. She took her biting remarks, kept her tone calm and did not engage or retaliate when Regina snapped. She was incredibly understanding, which made Regina feel guilty, and then irritated with herself, which just caused the cycle of her foul mood to start back up again. It didn't help that everywhere she went in Storybrooke, it felt like there were eyes on her, following her. At work, some of her bolder colleagues had already approached her about Saturday, stating that they were looking forward to her party.
I haven't been to one of your mother's parties in decades. They were always so extravagant!
You must be so excited to see everyone.
I'm really looking forward to it! Can't wait to see you there!
Forcing a smile on her face and making small talk when all she wanted to do was run away and forget about Saturday was draining her, making her even more miserable to be around. Regina just wanted to be left alone, but every day it seemed someone new cornered her and reminded her of what was quickly approaching. Regina was not doing a very good job of keeping it together and by Thursday, just two days before the event, Regina couldn't stand herself anymore. She ultimately reached out to Belle, who had been checking in daily, asking to meet for coffee. Decaf, of course, as Regina didn't need the caffeine.
Regina stepped into the diner, immediately locking eyes with her friend. Belle smiled at her, Regina sighing with relief as she approached her friend. They hugged briefly, Belle kissing her cheek affectionately.
"Regina. I'm so glad you asked to talk. I've been worried about you."
Regina slumped into the booth, taking a seat across from her friend. She dropped her head in her hands.
"Talk to me."
"I'm a mess, Belle," Regina finally confessed. "I can't do this."
"You can. You will."
"I'm going to have a nervous breakdown before the weekend."
"We're only a couple of days away, Regina. You can do this."
"Emma will leave me before then."
"What?"
Regina ran her fingers through her hair and then finally looked up.
"I can't stop snapping at her. Everything she does is annoying me."
"What's she doing?"
"Nothing! It's not her fault. I'm just so on the edge and she's bearing the brunt of my foul mood." Regina's shoulders fell. "She should leave me."
"First of all, she knows how stressed you are, Regina. She's not going to leave you. Second of all, Emma is far too smitten with you to leave you."
"She won't be smitten with me for very long."
Belle reached out, laying her hand on Regina's wrist.
"Regina."
Regina bit her lip to stave off the tears. Belle's tone was far too understanding.
"I'm worried. I've tried telling her to go home. She won't listen."
"Because you shouldn't be alone."
"I don't want her seeing me like this."
"She's seen worse. From you as well."
"Yes, but not since… not since we've developed feelings for one another. I don't want to do this to her. I've been trying to stay away from her, even in the house, but she seeks me out."
"Because she knows you're struggling."
"She's too good for me."
"Regina, stop this. Don't let her win. Don't let her ruin this relationship."
Regina sighed. Both women knew exactly to whom Belle was referring, and it wasn't Emma.
"My mother has a way of ruining everything in my life."
"Don't let her. Stop running from Emma. Talk to her."
"I have been," Regina finally admitted. "She doesn't let me keep it to myself."
"Good. And?"
"It's helped," Regina sighed. "She's helped. I just wish I weren't so miserable."
"It's to be expected. You're on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster."
"A big one."
"Hello ladies," Ruby interrupted. "What'll it be?"
"Could I get a cappuccino, please? But make it decaf?"
"Absolutely. Belle?"
"A chocolate milkshake? And nachos, to share."
Regina's eyebrows rose.
"Nachos make everything better," Belle explained.
"Something needs making better?" Ruby inquired.
"Yes. We'll likely need your help later."
"Sure. I'll be back soon."
"Thanks, Ruby."
Regina sighed, rubbing her temples.
"So what's the plan for Saturday?"
"Attend. Hide from my mother and all the other guests. Leave as soon as possible."
"And if Cora corners you?"
"Try to keep Emma away from her," Regina chewed her bottom lip. "I'm worried about what Emma will do."
"What do you mean?"
"She's very protective. She won't tolerate my mother's attacks. She's already confronted her more than once."
"Has she?" Belle asked, impressed. She knew she liked Emma.
"She has. But I believe it'll make things worse. It would be best if she didn't provoke her."
"Have you talked to her about it?"
Regina nodded.
"She said she will follow my lead, but if my mother goes too far…"
"Emma will step in."
"Yes. Of that, I've no doubt."
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Yes. It could be. Right now, my mother doesn't know about Emma and I. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Is Emma okay with that?"
"She said she'd do whatever I wanted."
"I like Emma."
Regina gave a soft laugh.
"Yes. I do as well." Regina sighed. "I need to talk to her again."
"About?"
"I want to apologise again for my behaviour this week. She's been so patient with me. She hasn't deserved any of it. She's been… she's been incredibly supportive. I couldn't have gotten through this week without her. Any of this. And I won't be able to get through this party without her. And without you."
"You won't have to. We'll both be there. And Ruby as well."
"Yes," Regina nodded, looking over at the woman in question. "I need to speak to her."
As if she'd been summoned, Ruby walked over with their drinks, expression curious as she noticed Regina looking at her.
"Can I help you?"
"Maybe," Regina responded, thanking her for their drinks. "Do you have a moment?"
"For you, I have two."
Regina smiled gratefully, moving down in her seat.
"You'll be attending the party on Saturday?"
"Of course."
Regina hesitated.
"If… if anything should happen, would you be willing to take Henry home? If I needed you to."
"Definitely. But, what are you expecting to happen?"
"Nothing, hopefully. But this is my mother we're talking about."
Ruby nodded in understanding.
"Yeah. She's something else."
"She is. I may need Henry to leave if my mother acts like I'm worried she may."
"Anything you need."
"Even if he protests."
"I'll take him home, kicking and screaming, Regina. Just say the word."
Regina's shoulders sagged a little in relief.
"Thank you, Ruby," she said sincerely.
"Anything you need," Ruby said with a wink before getting up from the table.
"Thank you."
Regina felt a little lighter. She was fiercely protective of her son, and she'd have preferred to have him far away from this party. Since that wasn't an option, the knowledge that Ruby would take care of him, would remove him from the event should things escalate, alleviated much of her anxiety.
"Better?"
"So much. Thank you, Belle, for everything you've done for me."
"We're friends. That's what friends do."
Regina felt tears spring to her eyes. Friends. It had been so long since she felt as though she'd had any.
"So, the plan is to just try to keep you away from Cora?"
Regina nodded.
"I believe that's the best course of action. My mother will be busy entertaining the guests and as long as I'm not left alone, I don't believe she'll try anything. She has to keep up appearances, after all."
"Well, between me, Emma, Ruby, Henry, David, and everyone else, I don't think you'll ever be left alone."
Regina's stomach tightened with worry, even though she did feel slightly better at Belle's words.
"I hope not."
"Did you really want us to try to keep you away from the other guests or was that a joke?"
Regina gave a wry smile.
"I would love to hide from all of the others guests, but that won't be an option."
"Probably not. It might not be a bad idea for you to be around the other guests. Surely your mother will be on her best behaviour if they're around, especially your father's clients."
"True. Alright, onto lighter subjects. Tell me about you and Rumple."
Regina smiled when Belle's eyes softened.
"We're good," Belle offered, biting her lower lip. "He's planned a trip for us this summer."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Belle replied, grinning. "He's not mentioned where, but…"
Regina knew that look.
"You have a suspicion?"
"I do. I'm afraid to get my hopes up, however, in case I'm wrong."
"Where do you think he's taking you?"
"Australia. And… it may be for an extended visit. He's asked a couple of time, in a manner he believes is casual, if there'd be anyone available to relieve me during the summer months. It'll be winter back home, but even in the wintertime, it's still warm compared to here."
Regina's eyes lit up. She was excited for her friend.
"Belle, that's wonderful! What's made you think you're going to Australia?"
"Just little things. Mum mentioned she's been doing upgrades to her guest house just in case we ever get visitors. She's had that guest house since I was a child and she's never done anything more than regular maintenance to it. Nobody stays there for more than a day or two, at most. She's been stressing as she wants this all completed by the end of June, which is coincidentally when Rumple has been asking about me taking some vacation time."
"That's so exciting."
Belle shifted in her seat, nodding eagerly.
"It is. I haven't been home in nearly four years. I'd love to show him where I grew up, introduce him to my friends. I'm eager to introduce him to some of my favourites like potato pie and BBQ shapes and Twisties. Sausage rolls." Belle sighed dreamily.
"You look so happy."
"I really am. He's… he's wonderful. I've never had this before. It almost feels surreal. Like he's not real. You know? No man is this thoughtful and kind and generous and not written by a woman in a novel."
Regina laughed, Belle joining her after a second.
"He hides it well."
Belle nodded.
"He does. He doesn't like others to know he's sweet."
"Will it bother him that you told me?"
"No. I've told him that sometimes I need to talk about him to others." Belle paused, smiling sadly. "He panicked when I told him that, asking me what he'd done wrong and then told me whatever he needed to change, he would. He was worried about me talking to you because he thought it would be all negative things."
Regina was surprised to hear that. Rumple always seemed so sure of himself, so confident.
"I know. He surprised me as well. When I explained that I needed to share the good things about him, that it felt nice to tell others, he actually sat down because he'd been so scared I was leaving him. Then he couldn't believe that I actually had positive things to say. The man who picks all of the raisins out of cinnamon raisin bread because I like the cinnamon bread but not the raisins, the man who orders my second favourite meal at a restaurant when I've ordered my favourite, so we can split them between us so I can have a bit of both, the man who practically reveres me, was shocked to hear I had good things to say about him. He genuinely thought I was unhappy and wanted to leave him."
Belle had plopped herself down on his lap after that little revelation and told him they'd have to remove her from him physically kicking and screaming as she had no intention of ever leaving him.
-Why would I ever give you up, Rumple? You worship the ground I walk on. You treat me better than anyone in my life ever has. If I asked you for the moon-
-I'd find a way to get it for you.
-Exactly. I'm going nowhere, my love.
It had taken a lot more reassurances, ultimately ending up with them making love right there on that chair, before his anxiety had calmed down enough to believe her.
Belle tried hard not to hate others, but his ex-wife, Milah, was right up there with Cora in Belle's books. Milah had all but destroyed Rumple. He'd confessed bits and pieces to Belle over the course of their relationship, brushing over much of what happened and never villainizing the woman who had left him in pieces for years after their marriage, even though he'd have had every right to, from what Belle had gathered about the woman.
Belle had learnt that Milah had cheated on him throughout their marriage and lashed out into fits of violence any time he tried to discuss her behaviour. It had explained why he'd been so skittish any time Belle got upset, something she'd never understood until he had finally confessed that Milah used to hit him or throw things directly at him. He'd never been able to defend himself in those moments as she was but a woman (something that had been quoted to him the one time he had tried to discuss it with an officer when a neighbour had called officials on them, reporting a domestic dispute) and if he'd attempted to, he'd immediately have been blamed and found to be in the wrong. After all, the times that officers had shown up to their home after neighbours had called to report hearing a woman screaming, Rumple had been arrested each and every time. He'd never lifted a finger against her, she'd never had a scratch on her and he'd been brought in bleeding more than once, but because she was but a woman, she'd been automatically assumed to have been the victim and he the aggressor.
Ha.
If only they'd known.
"Belle?"
Belle pulled herself from her thoughts.
"Sorry."
"Where did you go?"
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry. I got lost in my thoughts. Where were we?"
"You mentioned that Rumple was afraid you'd leave him."
"Ah, yes. Well. He's been through a lot."
Regina waited, quietly, for her friend to continue. Belle hesitated a moment before opening up.
"His ex-wife was abusive. Quite abusive, I've gathered, from what Rumple's told me. He's got no self-esteem to speak of, even though he's such a lovely person. The things he's overcome… I've no idea how anyone could mistreat him as he's the most loving person I've ever met. The things she led him to believe about himself are awful. He's none of the things she'd accused him of. Especially the bit about being just like his father, who was a horrid man. It was always his greatest fear, to be just like his father, but he's nothing like him. Rumple is so sweet and kind and wonderful." Belle shook her head. "I know I'm only getting one side of the story, but… I believe him. I believe his version, because he's always admitted his faults. Rumple's incredibly honest, especially when it comes to his faults.
"But, honestly, it's the things he doesn't admit to that are far more telling. He's better now, but for example… the first time we had an argument, a real one, which actually took ages because any time I brought up a problem, he'd immediately apologise for it and stop whatever it was that was bothering me. And any time I'd ask him if I was doing something he didn't like, he'd say no and that he loved everything I did. But that's not realistic, is it? Everyone does things you don't like. But he'd never admit to anything. Everything I did was wonderful.
"So I tried to do things on purpose that I knew would annoy him, just so he'd admit to something, because he'd never mention anything! I'd leave my shoes on the floor instead of at the rug at the entrance or I'd stuff my socks in the couch or leave toothpaste in the sink. He'd clean it and not say a word. Finally, I got so frustrated that he wouldn't communicate with me that I just snapped. I snapped because it was obvious he was keeping things to himself rather than talk to me. And when I confronted him… Regina, it was awful. I was horrible."
Belle's lower lip trembled.
"He kept backing away from me and looking at the door. I couldn't understand it and it made me more annoyed, like he'd rather run away from me than talk to me. Which was wrong of me. I should have been patient, I should have clued in, but you know how I am. I'm impulsive and emotional and I've no idea why that man puts up with me but he does and he did then, even when I scared him."
Belle's eyes welled up with tears of guilt. She quickly blinked them away, taking a moment to collect herself before continuing. It felt good to get this out, to talk to her friend about it, and she wanted to take advantage of Regina's listening ear.
"So I didn't understand and it didn't dawn on me the way it should have. It was only when I got closer to him that I noticed how tense he was, the way he was shaking-"
Belle swiped at her eyes again, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat.
"Regina, he was frightened of me. Rumple! The man everyone calls a horrible monster was frightened of me. He weighs 40 pounds more than I do, he's half a foot taller, and he's much stronger than I am, and yet I frightened him to the point that he was trembling." Belle stopped suddenly, looking at Regina with wide, serious eyes. "You must never repeat this, Regina. He doesn't want anyone to ever know."
"You know how I feel about gossip," Regina replied gently, reaching out to squeeze Belle's hand reassuringly. The diner was quiet, no one was around, and she was sure no one could overhear them.
Belle visibly relaxed.
"So, you scared him," Regina prompted, when Belle suddenly went quiet.
"I did. I felt horrible once I realised what was happening. I backed up immediately and waited until he calmed down and then I apologised over and over. I had no idea. He'd never told me about Milah, about what it was like when they argued. So I had no idea, not that that's an excuse. I don't think I've ever apologised to anyone that much, ever. I cried for ages as I felt so guilty for not realising sooner. He cried a little as well, as the whole thing was quite emotional for him. I didn't realise how much I'd upset him."
Belle wiped at her tears again.
"But it led to a really long discussion and he opened up quite a lot. He told me about Milah and their relationship and what it was like having an argument with her."
It was the single longest conversation he'd ever had about his past with her. Belle had learnt more in that one discussion than in every single other one up to that point, combined.
"It opened my eyes and so many things made sense then. Why he never wanted to bring up my faults. Why he thought I was perfect, simply because I never hit him or called him names or abused him financially the way she did. It's horrifying that that was his standard."
Regina sat and listened attentively, but the truth was, she was shocked. She'd never known any of this, nor would she have ever guessed. It was difficult to reconcile the man she knew to be Rumbald Gold with the man Belle was describing. She'd never have guessed he'd gone through any this.
"I've never hit another person in my life. I would never, and I told him as much, but it's taken a long time for him to truly believe me. And there's been quite a lot of change for me as well. I've had to learn to talk to him without raising my voice, which honestly was something I should have done ages ago because there really is no need to yell when you're trying to communicate. And Rumple is so patient with me; he's always been so patient." Belle sighed, a small smile on her lips. "He's wonderful."
"He's very lucky."
"I'm the lucky one. Because despite all he's gone through, he's still so selfless and loving and gentle."
"And he does everything you say," Regina pointed out, smirking.
Belle chuckled.
"Yes, and he likes it."
And the truth was, Belle wasn't lying. Rumple had stated that he liked how passionate Belle was, how bossy she could be. He enjoyed that she took control in their relationship. Belle had always been the more dominant partner in her relationships, much to the surprise of others, but she'd never ever mistreated anyone, not on purpose. Nor would she ever, but she was infinitely more careful about how she treated Rumple now that she knew what he'd survived.
"Well, that's the dream, isn't it?"
Belle grinned, focusing on her friend.
"It is."
They spent the rest of their evening speaking of other things, lighter topics, Regina incredibly grateful for the company and the distraction. She happily ate the plate of nachos with Belle, grateful that her friend had ordered them for them both. Regina hadn't eaten much that week, unable to stop the flutter of nerves that had taken up permanent residency in her stomach.
"Well, I think we should turn in, no? You need rest."
"Are you telling me I look like shit?" Regina teased, feeling better now than she had all week.
"I am," Belle teased. "Let me use the restroom and then we can leave?"
"Sure."
When Belle left the table, Regina reached for her phone.
-I'll be heading home soon. I want you in my bed, naked, and ready for me by the time I get there.
Her phone vibrated almost immediately.
-Jesus, Regina. I almost ran into the wall. Not that I'm complaining and yeah, I'll definitely be ready. But what the hell did you and Belle talk about?
-Much. You've been unbelievably patient with me this week, Emma. And I've been in such a miserable mood. I want to reconnect with you. I'm sorry for how I've behaved.
-This isn't like… apology sex, is it? Cause you don't owe me anything, Regina.
Regina bit her lip.
-It isn't apology sex. Not really. You mean the world to me, Emma. And I've done a poor job of showing it. I want to show you what you mean to me.
-Yeah, okay. I'm not that much of an idiot that I'm gonna turn that down. No further questions, your honour.
Regina snorted, putting her phone away. She put on her coat, waiting patiently while Belle put on hers. They headed out the door together, waving goodbye to Ruby as they did.
"Thank you, Belle, for meeting with me."
"Of course. I'm really glad you reached out. Thank you for listening tonight as well. It was nice to share. If you need anything before Saturday, don't hesitate, alright? Otherwise, I'll see you there."
Regina pulled Belle into a hug, thanking her again before she finally turned to her own vehicle and drove to the house. She was too eager to be nervous, parking the car and quickly making her way inside. She locked the door and did a quick tour of the main floor, turning off lights and double checking windows, before she headed upstairs. She peeked her head in Henry's room, a small grin forming on her lips when she realised his humidifier was on. Emma.
Regina slipped back out of his room when she found her son asleep, making her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth with her finger. She didn't want to use her en suite, because she knew that the moment she spotted Emma, she wouldn't be able to resist going to her. So she used what had turned into Henry's bathroom, quickly freshening up while she was there as well, before finally heading to her bedroom.
The lights were off, a few candles light up around the room. Regina grinned as she entered, closing the door behind her and immediately removing her clothes.
"Ambience?"
"Only the best for my girl," Emma smiled back, hidden beneath the covers, watching as Regina undressed. "Come to bed."
"Coming."
"Yes, you will be," Emma promised, lifting the covers when Regina finally approached. She reached out and snatched her into bed, grinning when Regina giggled. "I love your laugh."
Emma pulled her in close, shifting to hover above her girlfriend.
"Hi," she said softly, stroking Regina's cheek.
"Hello, darling. Did you have a good evening?"
"Very. Did you and Belle have a good time?"
"We did. We spoke a lot."
"Do you feel better?"
"I do. Thank you for encouraging me to reach out to her."
"I'm glad that you did," Emma said sincerely, leaning down to press her lips to Regina's.
Regina moaned the second their bodies made contact, hands reaching up to cup Emma's jaw. She held her close, legs intertwining as they began slowly kissing, tongues meeting in her mouth. She slowly let her hands roam along Emma's body, delighted at the fact that she no longer had to be careful where she let her fingers stray. Before they'd had sex, she always kept her hands away from anywhere too intimate, but now she was free to touch all over because she knew Emma wanted her to.
Except.
Regina pulled back, Emma looking down at her with concern.
"You okay?"
"I- Is this okay? When I texted you earlier, I didn't ask."
"Ask?"
"If you wanted this. We don't have to-"
"You mean sex?"
Regina bit her lip, nodding. Her hands stayed safely at Emma's hips, doubt niggling at the back of her mind. She had basically demanded Emma get naked so they could have sex.
"Regina?"
"Sorry. Yes. I meant sex. I didn't ask, Emma. I demanded."
Regina looked so unsure that Emma could do nothing but leaning forward and kissed her softly, reassuringly. By the time she finally pulled away, Emma's stomach was coiled tight with arousal.
"I want you all the time, Regina. You're gorgeous and you're all I think about. Your text earlier turned me on in a way I can't accurately explain 'cause you melted my brain with how hot it was to hear you talk that way. I like bossy Regina, who demands sex with me."
Emma grinned when Regina smiled up at her.
"I want this, sweetheart," Emma said sincerely. "I want it a lot."
"Okay," Regina replied, fears now put to rest. "Then where were we?"
Emma gasped when Regina's fingers cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. Her head dropped forward, groaning in appreciation when she felt Regina's thigh move up, the heat from her leg radiating against her core. Emma was already swollen, wet, and needy, Regina's earlier promise having fully ignited her libido.
She pulled away to look at the woman beneath her, dark chocolate brown orbs looking back up at her so lovingly. She could see the arousal swirling in those beautiful eyes, sure that her own green ones were mimicking the same emotion.
"Emma."
"Fuck," Emma swore, her hips jerking at the way Regina moaned her name, the woman's voice thick with need. She ground down the second she made contact with Regina's thigh, a moan falling from her lips at the incredible feeling of pressure against her core. She rocked her hips a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing against the delicious pleasure emanating from between her legs. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering open when she felt Regina's hands on her hips, forcing herself to stay still for a moment.
"Too much?" Emma asked, lifting herself. "Should I-"
"You better not," Regina warned, pulling Emma's hips back down.
Regina's stomach coiled tight when Emma gave a small shout at the contact, her hips bucking down against her thigh. She could feel Emma's wetness coating her skin, and the knowledge that her girlfriend was that wet turned Regina on immensely. Her hips rocked up against her lover, Regina's eyes never straying from the sight above her. Emma's head was thrown back in pleasure, body rocking against Regina's, her hard nipples taunting Regina's fingers. She wanted to tweak them, tease them, so she did, bringing her hands back up and tugging at the sensitive buds. Emma's mouth fell open, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure.
Regina bit her lip, captivated, as she watched the woman rock above her.
"You are so sexy, Emma."
The blonde groaned, dropping down to crush her lips against Regina's. God, this woman. She'd be the death of her.
Regina moved her hands back up, plunging them in Emma's hair, tilting her head so that she could dive her tongue inside. She explored every inch of Emma's warm mouth before coming back to duel with her tongue. She relished the whimpers coming from the woman above her, loving the power she had over her body. She was so far beyond turned on. Emma's strong body felt absolutely exquisite against her, and she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the feeling of Emma's strength pinning her to the bed, but she focused on the other woman, pushing down her own needs.
Emma was always so focused on Regina, on her needs, lavishing her with kisses and words and attention. It was high time it was Emma's turn to be worshipped.
Regina flipped them over, Emma's eyes shooting open in surprise at Regina's actions.
"Wow, you're stronger than you look."
Regina grinned.
"Keep underestimating me, Swan."
Emma chuckled, tilting her head up to press her lips to Regina's. Their tongues duelled as Regina rubbed the length of her body up and down Emma's, her thigh pressing between her legs as she grazed their breasts together on every stroke.
Emma ripped her mouth away when she finally couldn't take it anymore, panting heavily as she looked up at her lover. Regina's hair was disheveled, her lips kiss swollen, eyelids heavy, looking so fucking sexy that it sent another pang of desire straight between her legs. And the feeling of Regina pressing every inch of herself against Emma, between her legs, fuck. She'd never felt anything like this level of arousal.
"Christ, Regina. You are so fucking hot."
Regina grinned, licking her bottom lip as she slowly crawled down Emma's body. Emma groaned when she realised what was coming, spreading her legs and nodding enthusiastically. She cried out when Regina gave a rough swipe between her legs, surprised that she'd so quickly given her what she desperately wanted.
"Would you pass me a pillow, Emma?"
Emma's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Regina asked her so casually, as though her fingers weren't currently stroking up at down Emma's soaked folds. Her thighs shook as she attempted to do as she was asked, crying out when Regina bent forward to suck her clit in her mouth.
"Fuck, Regina."
"The pillow, Emma."
"You're going to kill me," Emma complained, grabbing the pillow and dropping it next to her lover.
"No, I'm going to make you come," Regina said, kissing her mound. She grabbed the pillow and thrust it under Emma's hips. "Thank you. Now, the only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is my name. Or screaming."
"You're so bossy- ah!" Emma cried out, hips rocking up when Regina swiped her tongue between her folds.
"Just like that. You listen so well, darling." Regina slid her arms under Emma's thighs, hands coming up to grip her hips. She watched appreciatively as Emma spread her legs further, opening herself up to Regina. "You're so wet my love," Regina purred, peeking her tongue forward and taking a swipe of the delicious cunt before her. "You taste so good. I could lick you all day."
Emma groaned, hips bucking. Fuck, the things Regina could do with that mouth. She couldn't believe Regina hadn't done this in so long. She was so good at it. A disservice had been done to everyone with a vagina.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma whined, her fingers coming up to pluck at her nipples. "Harder, baby. Please. I want your fingers inside of me."
Regina obliged, her belly clenching at Emma's pleading tone. She loved hearing Emma beg. Regina slid her right hand out from under Emma's leg, bringing her fingers to Emma's sopping entrance.
"Yes," Emma said, hips thrusting against the fingers teasing her. "Regina. Fuck!"
Regina dove two fingers inside, grinning against Emma's clit as the woman cried out.
"Just like that, baby. Fuck. Love it when you're rough. Feels so good."
Regina pressed as far into Emma's pussy as she could before she pulled her fingers back to her entrance, stroking them there for a few seconds before plunging them back inside. A shiver ran down her spine at the way Emma cried out in pleasure, shifting on the bed as her dick throbbed at the sound. Emma was uniquely able to affect Regina with just her voice, and these noises she was making were killing her. They were incredibly erotic and they made Regina's belly drop because they were caused by her. They were for her. Maybe it was egotistical, but to know that Emma felt this good, that Regina could provide the beautiful blonde with this much pleasure set Regina on fire.
Emma let out another shout, and Regina's eyes rolled in her head. She loved how vocal Emma was in bed.
Emma was dying. Or she was in Heaven. She couldn't decide. Maybe both. She couldn't catch her breath, her thighs were trembling, her hips rocking automatically against Regina's relentless mouth. She was going to come, and she was going to come so hard. She could feel the wetness spill out of her every time Regina filled her with her fingers, her pussy throbbing with just how good it felt to have Regina fuck her.
"Regina. Fuck, Regina, I'm gonna come. Go harder, baby."
Regina moaned against her clit, pulling her fingers back and adding a third, teasing at Emma's entrance, hinting at what she wanted.
"Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes, Regina. Yes."
Regina sucked hard, lashing her tongue repeatedly as she plunged all three digits inside, filling her roughly.
Emma screamed. She had just enough sense to grab a pillow to cover her face, but the second Regina filled her again she exploded, pleasure erupting from inside, ripping a scream from her throat as Regina fucked her hard into the mattress. It felt like Regina was digging her fingers right through her pussy, stabbing so hard at her g-spot that Emma's hips lifted from the mattress. Regina licked and tugged on her clit, and when she grazed her teeth over the swollen bud, Emma burst again.
A second orgasm hit her, Emma's back arching off the bed as her mouth dropped open in a silent cry. Her entire body stilled, frozen in place as Regina continued her assault on her cunt, wave after wave of white hot pleasure pulsing through her body. Emma couldn't even breathe, the air caught in her lungs as her body began to vibrate before finally, finally collapsing, pushing at Regina's head as she heaved in great gulps of air.
Regina grinned with pride as she gently removed her fingers, licking them clean as she made her way back up Emma's body. She looked down at her girlfriend, whose eyes were still closed as she panted.
"Would you look at that? I finally found a way to shut you up."
Emma laughed, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at Regina's smirking expression.
"You're such an asshole."
"Now is that any way to speak to the woman who just rocked your world?"
"Fuck," Emma agreed, nodding. "Did you ever. Your mouth is amazing."
"I bet you never expected this kind of tongue lashing when we first met, did you?"
Emma laughed again, pulling Regina down for a kiss.
"No," she finally responded, after they pulled apart. "But man am I ever glad for it."
Regina grinned at her, kissing her cheek.
"You're beautiful when you come, Emma. I love fucking you."
Emma groaned, turning her head into Regina's sternum.
"You're gonna kill me."
"No, I don't believe I will. My days of wanting to murder you have long passed."
Emma chuckled, shifting so that she was now hovering over Regina.
"Enough talk about murder. Let's see how many times I can make you scream, shall I?"
Regina grinned, spreading her legs in invitation.
"Do your worst, miss Swan."
Emma grinned. She didn't need to be told twice.