So… this is my very first Emma and Regina fic, and honestly? I feel a little nervous about sharing it with you. I only discovered Once Upon a Time recently, but I've already fallen completely in love with the show—especially with Emma and Regina's dynamic. There's just something about them that grabbed me and wouldn't let go.
A few days ago, this idea popped into my head, and no matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I finally sat down and wrote it. It's my first time exploring these characters in writing, and even though I'm still finding my way, I really enjoyed getting lost in their story.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! And if you feel like leaving a comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Made For This (Craving You)
The mansion was quiet, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, and for the first time all day, Regina could breathe. She let the door click shut behind her, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to shake off the lingering tension from another long day of town business. It was getting harder to move the way she used to, to balance her usual poise with the growing curve of her belly.
Still, the ache in her body, the exhaustion weighing on her limbs—none of it mattered the moment she saw Emma.
Her wife was sprawled across the couch, utterly relaxed in sleep, one arm tucked behind her head, the other draped over her toned stomach. Her tank top clung to her frame, the fabric stretched just enough to tease at the curve of her breasts. The hem had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of taut muscle beneath. The sight alone sent a rush of heat through Regina's veins.
God, she was beautiful.
Regina let out a slow breath, pressing a hand to her belly. Her body had been a storm of emotions lately, her cravings unpredictable—sometimes for food, sometimes for Emma's touch, sometimes for both at once. Pregnancy had made everything more intense, her emotions swinging wildly, her body sensitive to even the smallest sensations. But this? The way Emma looked, so effortlessly gorgeous, so hers? It sent her hormones into overdrive.
She stepped closer, quiet, careful. Emma's golden hair was tousled, her lips slightly parted, her entire body exuding warmth and familiarity. Regina knelt beside the couch, letting her fingers trail along Emma's cheek.
Emma stirred, blinking sleepily before her lips curled into a slow, lazy grin. "Hey," she rasped, voice thick with sleep. "You're home."
Regina hummed in response, brushing her thumb over Emma's lower lip before leaning down to kiss her.
Emma groaned softly, her hands sliding up to cradle Regina's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened almost instantly, slow and indulgent, like Emma had been waiting for this all day. Regina melted into it, letting Emma's warmth surround her, her fingers threading into blonde hair.
"Mm," Emma murmured sleepily, her voice low and warm. "Not a bad way to wake up."
Regina smirked, her fingers tracing slow circles along Emma's jaw. "I should hope so."
Emma grinned, still half-dazed from sleep, her hands sliding down to settle on Regina's hips. "Definitely not complaining."
Regina's smirk softened as Emma's touch grew more deliberate, her palm moving lower until it rested over the gentle swell of her belly. Emma exhaled softly, her thumb brushing over the fabric of Regina's blouse, lingering there like she was memorizing every inch.
A quiet, reverent sigh left her lips. "God, you're beautiful."
Regina swallowed, warmth curling deep in her stomach—not just from Emma's words, but from the way she looked at her. Like she was something precious. Like she was everything.
She let her fingers drift along the ridge of Emma's bicep, admiring the strength beneath her fingertips. "You say that a lot."
Emma smirked, effortlessly confident. "Maybe because it's true."
Regina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the flush rising to her cheeks—or the way her heart swelled at the certainty in Emma's voice. She leaned in again, capturing Emma's mouth in another kiss, her body pressing into the solid warmth beneath her.
Emma's lips moved against hers with unhurried intent, each kiss deliberate, savoring. Regina sighed into it, her body softening as her fingers slipped into Emma's hair, pulling her closer. Emma responded in kind, tilting her head, deepening the kiss with a slow, aching intensity, as if she wanted to memorize the taste of her.
Emma's hands slid lower, gripping Regina's hips, and with a swift, effortless movement, she pulled Regina fully on top of her. Regina let out a soft gasp, bracing herself against Emma's shoulders as she suddenly found herself straddling her wife, their bodies flush together.
A smirk tugged at Emma's lips as her hands settled on Regina's waist, holding her there. "Much better," she murmured, her voice husky.
Regina arched a brow, but her breath hitched as Emma's fingers flexed against her hips, grounding her, anchoring her. The heat between them crackled, effortless and consuming.
And when Emma kissed her again, slow and thorough, Regina let herself sink into it completely.
Emma exhaled a shaky breath, desire threading through her voice, her grip tightening on Regina's waist as she shifted beneath her. In one smooth motion, she rolled them, pressing Regina back against the couch until she was trapped between the cushions and Emma's solid warmth.
Heat flared between them. Regina's breath hitched as Emma's hands roamed, slow and deliberate, mapping the curves of her changing body. Her touch was firm yet reverent, fingers tracing over the swell of Regina's belly before sliding down to her hips, gripping her just enough to make her shiver.
Regina's own hands moved lower, gliding over the soft curve of Emma's breasts, then down the taut muscles of her stomach, lower still—
She felt the shift beneath her fingertips, the unmistakable heat of Emma's hard member pressing against her thigh, and her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.
Emma let out a shaky breath, her grip on Regina's waist tightening, as if bracing herself.
Regina exhaled a quiet hum of satisfaction, her fingers lingering, teasing. "Well," she murmured, voice rich with amusement and want, "I suppose I have been keeping you waiting."
But before she could go any further, Emma caught her wrist, stopping her with a firm but gentle hold.
Regina blinked, looking up, brow slightly furrowed in question.
Emma exhaled softly, her grip loosening as she turned Regina's hand over in her own. Instead of simply guiding it away, she lifted it to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss to Regina's palm—warm, reverent. Her lips lingered there for a beat before she intertwined their fingers, grounding them both in the moment.
"Later," she murmured, her voice steady, full of quiet devotion. She guided Regina's hand to her heart, pressing it against her so she could feel the rhythm of her heart. Then she leaned in, her lips brushing against Regina's ear as she whispered, "First, I'm taking care of you."
Regina opened her mouth to argue, but Emma was already kissing her again, slow and thorough, stealing whatever protest she might have had. Her hands found Regina's waist, fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of her blouse before drifting lower, resting at the waistband of her skirt.
Regina shivered as Emma's touch lingered there, teasing, before she finally moved with purpose, slipping her fingers beneath the hem of Regina's blouse. The fabric was neatly tucked into her skirt, but Emma made quick work of it, tugging it free with a slow, deliberate pull.
Regina exhaled sharply as cool air met her overheated skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of Emma's palms as they smoothed over her now-bare stomach.
"Relax, baby," Emma murmured, pressing a kiss just below Regina's ear.
Regina barely had time to react before Emma's hands slid higher, pushing the blouse up inch by inch until her fingers found the curve of her breasts. A soft gasp escaped Regina's lips as Emma cupped her, her thumbs brushing lazily over sensitive peaks, teasing, reverent.
"Emma…" Her voice was barely more than a breath.
Emma groaned softly in response, as if Regina's reaction was fueling her own desire. Her hand moved lower again, back down Regina's sides, until her fingers found the zipper of her skirt. She worked it open with agonizing slowness, the soft hum of metal filling the quiet space between them.
The fabric loosened instantly and Emma smirked against Regina's skin, then shifted slightly, using one hand to push the skirt down, tugging it past Regina's hips. It bunched around her thighs, restricting her movements just enough that Emma could feel the subtle tension in Regina's body—the way she was already growing impatient.
Regina's breath hitched, anticipation thrumming through her.
Emma let out a quiet, pleased sigh as her hand drifted lower, tracing over the soft lace of Regina's underwear before cupping her fully, palm pressing firmly against her warmth. Even through the fabric, she could feel how ready Regina was for her, the heat and dampness making Emma groan softly against her skin.
Regina's hips shifted instinctively, pressing into Emma's touch, silently asking for more.
Emma obliged. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her fingers beneath the lace, finally touching her without anything in the way. Regina let out a quiet gasp, her back arching slightly as Emma's fingertips brushed over her slick heat.
Emma's lips grazed the hollow of Regina's throat as she began to move, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes, her touch light at first, just enough to make Regina tremble beneath her.
"You're already so wet for me," Emma murmured, her voice thick with desire.
Regina whimpered, her fingers tightening in Emma's hair, her breath coming faster. The slow, deliberate circles of Emma's fingers were both torturous and perfect, drawing pleasure through her in waves, each touch sending a new spark of heat through her.
A breathy gasp escaped her as her back arched into Emma's touch. Pregnancy had heightened everything—her sensitivity, her need, her desperation for Emma's touch. And Emma knew it. She teased her, barely there touches making Regina tremble beneath her.
"Please," Regina whispered, her voice raw, needy.
Emma groaned softly, her own breath uneven now. "I've got you, baby," she murmured, her voice a low, reassuring hum against Regina's skin. She pressed her fingers more firmly against her, stroking slow, lazy circles over her clit that made Regina's breath catch.
Regina's grip on Emma's shoulders tightened, her hips shifting instinctively, chasing the sensation. Emma kept her pace torturously slow, like she was savoring every reaction, drawing out every breathy moan that spilled from Regina's lips.
"You're so perfect like this," Emma whispered, her lips grazing the shell of Regina's ear before trailing lower, kissing the sensitive curve of her throat. "All wet and ready for me."
Regina whimpered, her head tilting back against the couch, her body burning with a pleasure that built in steady, intoxicating waves. Her already-sensitive body responded to Emma's every touch like she was made for this—for her.
Emma exhaled softly, feeling how ready she was, how easily she welcomed her touch. Keeping her rhythm slow and deliberate, she let one finger slip inside, pressing in deep with aching tenderness. Regina gasped sharply, her whole body tensing for a moment before melting into it, her nails digging lightly into Emma's shoulders.
Emma groaned at the reaction, curling her finger just right before withdrawing just as slowly, dragging pleasure through Regina in a way that left her trembling. A second later, she eased in again, repeating the motion, setting a measured, unhurried pace.
Regina moaned softly, her fingers tightening on Emma's shoulder as her other hand slid up, threading into soft blonde hair, her fingertips grazing the nape of Emma's neck. Emma shivered under the touch, but she wasn't done.
With exquisite patience, she slipped a second finger inside, stretching her just enough to make her whimper, her breath catching at the feeling of being so perfectly filled. Emma's thumb never stopped its deliberate, steady circles over her clit, each motion precise, controlled.
"Let go for me, baby," Emma murmured, her voice rough with want. "I want to feel you come."
Regina could do nothing else. The pleasure crested fast, her body tightening around Emma's fingers as heat surged through her, unstoppable, overwhelming. She cried out softly, her body tensing, her nails biting into Emma's skin as she shattered beneath her.
Regina finally slumped back against the couch, utterly spent, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Emma stayed close, pressing slow, lingering kisses to her flushed skin—her collarbone, her jaw, the corner of her mouth—like she couldn't bear to stop touching her.
Then, with a soft sigh, Emma rested their foreheads together, her breath still a little uneven.
"I love you," she murmured, her voice tender, reverent.
Regina let out a breathless laugh, still catching her own breath, her fingers threading through Emma's hair. "I know," she whispered, smiling as she tugged Emma impossibly closer. "And I love you."
Emma grinned against her lips, her arms tightening around her, pulling her in until there was no space left between them. "Good," she murmured, pressing a kiss just above Regina's heart. "Because I'm never letting you go."
Regina exhaled softly, warmth spreading through her—not just from the lingering pleasure, but from the quiet certainty in Emma's voice, the way she held her, like she was the most precious thing in the world. For so long, she had been the one who gave, who protected, who carried the weight of others' happiness. But here, in Emma's arms, she wasn't just a queen, or a mother, or a woman learning how to be loved—she was simply Regina. And for once, that was enough.