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The next morning, Regina wakes up with a very large hickey on her neck.
A hickey roughly the size of the titanic.
She wishes she could say she’s exaggerating. But just a glimpse of it while looking in the mirror has her cursing Emma Swan’s very existence.
It also has her smiling like a pathetic schoolgirl.
A pathetic schoolgirl who hardly slept a wink the whole night, content in just replaying the kiss over and over again in her head. Even now she can still taste Emma’s chapstick, feel Emma’s hands on her cheeks, her mouth on Regina’s neck.
It’s infuriating as it is addicting.
Particularly when all Regina wants to do is get her hands on Emma all over again.
It’s not even eight o’clock when she receives an incoming Facetime call. Hitting accept is purely accidental. So is Zelena’s shrill voice this early in the morning -
“So a little birdie - his name is Henry - told me you snogged her.”
Regina rubs her temple in agitation. May she rest in peace after this conversation.
“That little birdie would be correct.”
Zelena’s face turns pompous on the screen. Regina wants to wipe it right off. “Goodness, sis. I mean, not even denying it at this point. It’s almost as if you’re -”
The rest of Zelena’s words come to a screeching halt, her beady eyes squinting into her phone.
“Is that a bloody love bite on your neck?”
Regina immediately moves her free hand to cover her throat.
“No.”
“You shameless cunt. Yes it is. My god, it’s horrid -”
Regina ends the call before she can utter another word. It’s bad enough Regina can still feel the hickey throbbing beneath her skin. Now to have it displayed for the whole world to see -
She snaps a picture and types out a brief message for Emma.
You sure know how to wreak havoc with that mouth of yours, Miss Swan.
Luckily Regina doesn’t have to wait long.
Holy shit! I did that??
I don’t recall anyone else leaving their mark on me last night
;)
Well I think it’s a good look for you
Regina smirks at her phone. Oh really?
Yup
Guess it’s time to play truth or truth
Regina’s fingers pause over the screen. She furrows her brow, her heart is racing as she types back -
What do you mean?
Emma’s reply doesn’t come immediately. It makes Regina’s stomach curdle in discomfort. She doesn’t quite expect the response that comes afterward either. Or the way her chest feels like it’s about to burst with these sudden influx of emotions.
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Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin. For anyone who doesn’t know, this is the chemical formula for love. Love, a word which here means a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Overdosing on any of them can potentially cause insanity.
There really isn’t a point to any of this. But Regina is pretty sure that Emma Swan is going to drive her fucking insane.
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.
The next time she sees Emma again, it’s later that morning.
And it isn’t weird or anything like that. But it is difficult. Because Henry is standing three feet away when Emma arrives through the front door, cheeks pink and cold, and she’s wearing that ridiculous beanie on her head again.
Regina wants nothing more than to pull her face forward and kiss her.
“Brr, it’s cold!” she cheerfully exclaims. “Kid, you’re gonna have to hug me and transfer some of that body heat if you want me to live.”
“We’re leaving in like, two minutes,” Henry laughs.
“That’s two minutes you could be saving my life,” Emma says with a hand over her chest in faux-outrage. Her eyes meet Regina’s then and they soften, her smile turning almost timid.
“Hey,” Emma breathes out in greeting.
Regina always thought the expression ‘butterflies in your stomach’ was an absurd superstition. Now, not so much.
Regina hates them.
“Hey, yourself,” Regina breathes back. She takes a step forward, conscious of Henry peering back and forth between them.
He rolls his eyes in exasperation. “ Ugh . Are you guys going to be weird now?”
He grumbles something about grabbing his coat and leaves. As soon as he does, Regina doesn’t waste any time. She grabs Emma by the collar and tugs her in for a deep and much needed kiss.
“You know, you can do that anytime you want and I’ll warm up just fine,” Emma sighs when Regina finally lets her breathe. “Missed you, too, by the way.”
Regina hums in response and kisses her again. It’s not like she can control herself at any rate when Emma smells this good.
“What can I say? You know how to leave your mark behind.”
Emma puffs out a small laugh against Regina’s mouth, her nose nuzzling over Regina’s jaw line. “Like a giant hickey you’re unsuccessfully hiding behind this turtleneck?”
“More or less,” Regina says in a shaky breath. Emma’s hands are on her sides, running down her hips.
That’s another thing Regina can definitely get used to. The touching .
“Ahem,” Henry clears his throat in an exaggerated cough. Regina nearly trips in her haste to spring away.
“They stop serving pancakes at one , Mom. Emma will still be here. Pancakes won’t ,” Henry explains in a scolding tone. Regina rubs a hand over her face in disgrace.
Emma muffles her laughter behind her hand.
“You’re right, kid. Let’s go get those pancakes.”
He holds both their hands on the way to the diner.
Regina should find it strange. Worrying, even, that he’s getting too attached when it’s all so new . But Regina doesn’t.
Find it strange, that is. Or worrying.
And judging by the content expression on her face, Emma doesn’t either.
When they arrive, Marian is already waiting for them at a booth, her son Roland at her side. Henry immediately rushes to them in a flurry of all talk and excitement, just as Regina decides she’s going to need an extra cup of coffee for the conversation that is bound to ensue.
“Henry, look at you! You’ve gotten so big!” Marian exclaims.
“My mom feeds me broccoli all the time,” he says with pride, and then with some trepidation, “Don’t tell her, but it tastes like ass.”
“ Henry ,” Regina chides.
But Marian just laughs. “ Wow , you haven’t changed at all. Still have your mother’s cheek, I see.”
“More like my sister’s hysteria,” Regina sighs and gestures for Emma to take a seat, who looks like she’s trying not to laugh. “Emma, this is my friend and coworker, Marian, and her son, Roland. Marian, this is Emma. My…”
“She’s Mom’s girlfriend,” Henry adds unnecessarily, and pretends to whisper, “You missed all the lowdown. They’re smitten .”
“ Henry ,” Regina hisses again, mortified. Beside her, Emma isn’t even trying to hide her laughter this time.
“It’s true,” Henry defends.
“You can’t just assume -”
“That I didn’t see you guys snogging?” Henry blurts with certainty. “ Twice .”
“What’s snogging?” Roland chirps from his corner, his little four-year old hands digging into his napkin.
Henry opens his mouth. “It’s -”
And that’s one word too much. “Alright. That’s enough,” Regina says firmly, who can’t be any more embarrassed if she tries. “Henry, one more word out of you and you’ll be eating oatmeal for lunch.”
Henry clamps his mouth shut, thoroughly chastised now that his pancakes are on the line.
Marian, on the other hand, is leaning forward, elbows on the table. And looking far too engrossed by it all for this to be a casual vendez-vous.
“So how did you two meet?” Marian asks, amused. Regina sighs inwardly.
“She slammed the door in my face,” Emma replies, speaking for the first time since they’ve arrived.
“ No ,” Marian gasps. “Why?”
Emma shrugs before throwing Regina a coy look. “I guess I was mistaken for a prostitute.”
“Wow.”
“I’m actually a Professional Cuddler,” Emma nods, before thoughtfully adding, “Or was.”
“Those exist?”
“Yup.”
“That’s just… Wow,” Marian stammers and leans back into her seat. “Look, no offense, but that all sounds like some weird, cliché lesbian romcom or something.”
“ Right ?”
Regina wishes there’s a way to politely die at the table. She can’t handle any more of this, especially when she’s barely through the day and hasn’t had a single cup of coffee to negate this sort of humiliation.
“Excuse me.”
She excuses herself quickly and ducks into the restroom, locking herself in one of the old, rickety stalls. She can breathe again, if only for a moment. Though something tells her she isn’t going to survive through the rest of brunch.
Regina hears the door open then, and Emma’s voice echoing over the empty stalls. “Regina?”
“In here,” Regina answers, albeit reluctantly.
The door closes and Emma’s footsteps can be heard closing the distance, until they stop just outside of Regina’s stall.
“Hey,” Emma says hesitantly. “You okay?”
“Mhmm,” is all Regina can say. She has her back leaned against the far wall. She senses Emma hesitate again.
“I’m sorry if all of that made you uncomfortable,” Emma finally says, her boots scuffing the floor from where the door hovers above it. “I should’ve said something when Henry called me your girlfriend.”
Regina’s forehead wrinkles in confusion.
“We never actually… talked about it. But it didn’t even occur to me that maybe what you wanted was something less serious and more casual and… I get that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Calling you my girlfriend would probably be one of the best things that can happen to me. But… you call the shots, okay? I understand if you don’t -”
She doesn’t let Emma finish. The rest of her words morph into a surprised squeak as Regina lurches the door open, Emma nearly toppling over. Regina pulls her inside, silencing whatever words are about to fall out of Emma’s mouth.
By slamming her lips onto Emma’s.
“ Jesus , Regina,” Emma gasps once she has Regina pinned in a stronghold against the wall, not that Regina is complaining. “You really need to stop surprising me with these kiss attacks.”
Regina kisses a path down Emma’s neck and smirks. “You mean don’t stop?”
Emma groans. “Right. What the hell am I thinking? Don’t stop.”
Her mouth finds Regina’s again in a frenzied kiss.
Regina can barely control herself. She’s insistent and demanding and wants Emma’s mouth on every inch of her skin.
“Emma,” she whispers, and Emma actually moves the turtle neck aside to get to her neck. There was a reason for doing this that didn’t just involve making out in a dinky bathroom stall.
Regina just can’t think .
“Hm?” Emma hums against her throat.
Regina trembles and urges Emma to move her hands, which are sitting motionless at her waist.
“I -” Regina practically chokes. She squeezes her eyes shut as those hands shift from Regina’s hips to underneath her shirt. Skin against skin. “Damn it - Emma. Just touch me.”
The demand is emphasized with Regina jerking Emma’s hand further up underneath Regina’s shirt and planting it right over her breast. Regina squeezes her hand over Emma’s, prompting Emma to squeeze back.
Regina lets out a moan that echoes into the bathroom and has Emma burying her face into Regina’s neck.
“Fuck,” Emma groans, raising her head to meet Regina’s eyes. “I think maybe we should…”
“Stop?” Regina finishes. But she’s shamelessly closing the inch between them, arching into Emma’s body.
Emma pins her harder against the wall. “Not when you’re doing that .”
Regina doesn’t mention the fact that Emma’s hand is still on her breast. She bites at Emma’s lower lip though, letting her hands run down Emma’s back.
“What are you doing this Friday?”
“You’re asking me that now ?” Emma says, but she’s back to kissing Regina’s neck again. Regina tilts her head to give Emma better access, digging her nails into Emma’s shoulders.
“I want you to come over,” Regina manages to get out in between pants. “You said you want to call me your girlfriend. This is your chance.”
Emma pulls back, her dark-eyed stare melting into something more serious.
“You mean like a date?”
Regina moves her fingers from Emma’s shoulders, gently cupping Emma’s face in her hands.
“Yes, Emma,” Regina answers softly, latching onto Emma’s vulnerable gaze with all the sincerity that she can gather. “Like a date.”
Emma’s lips curl up into a cheeky grin. “So we can eat pizza and go disco dancing after?”
“Not in your lifetime.”
Emma laughs, happily, and tugs Regina back in to kiss her again.
“It’s a date, then.”
It’s a date.
Regina wonders if there are rules dedicated to this sort of thing. Whether there’s an unspoken principle that forbids you from seeing your date before the night of your date, or if it’s all in her head. Because Emma comes over two more times that week.
Regina doesn’t think so. But then again, she assumes most people are able to stay casual before a first date. When it comes to Emma, however, casual is flung out the window.
There’s nothing casual at all when it comes to all the touching .
And there’s a lot of it.
Whether it’s a hand on her waist, a lingering kiss on her cheek, or a simple hand-hold, Regina is insatiable. She’s almost ashamed to admit it - if anyone had told her months ago that she would turn out to be such an affectionate twit, she would have set them on fire. But here she is now.
Regina Mills, Affectionate Twit.
Quite frankly, Emma isn't much better.
It’s just… in a more outrageous manner.
“You guys don’t have to keep sneaking kisses when I’m not looking. I see everything,” Henry points out from his spot on the floor.
They’re settled in the living room one Wednesday night. Regina had just sunk into the couch beside Emma after putting dinner in the oven, when Emma had leaned over suddenly and nuzzled the space behind Regina’s ear. She pulled away as soon as Henry turned his head to look.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” Emma says nonchalantly. Regina rolls her eyes.
“I’m not blind, Emma,” Henry grumbles. “My eye doctor says I have 20/20 vision.”
“Uh huh.”
“I even have eyes on the back of my head .”
As if to prove his point, he shifts over on the floor until his back is turned to them. Just as quickly, Regina is caught off guard by the sudden kiss Emma plants on her, which spurs Henry to whip back around with a knowing -
“ There! See? I saw that!”
“You’re seeing things, kid.”
“ Liar !”
Later, once their childish feud comes to an end and they’re swinging lightsabers at each other, Regina wonders three things.
“If only you knew the power of the Dark Side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”
“You killed my father!”
“No, Henry,” Emma mimics. And honestly, the Darth Vader impression is rather awful. “I am your father.”
As Henry drops down to his knees with the most dramatic, ear-splitting ‘ NOOO’ Regina has ever witnessed, she first wonders how she ever managed to raise such a colossal nerd.
She also wonders about her taste in women.
And lastly, Regina wonders if this is what Emma had meant all those nights ago about finding the missing piece to the puzzle.
Because this right here?
This feels like the final piece that was missing all along.
When Friday comes along, Regina would be lying if she says she isn’t a nervous wreck.
Even with days of preparation, she hasn’t quite planned out the night, or figured out what people do on first dates. She’s been thinking having a night in would suffice; cooking a nice pot roast, drinking cider by a fire.
Except, when she opens the fridge, she discovers there is no roast to cook.
And Henry is dawdling around in his pajamas.
“Henry, what are you doing? Why aren’t you dressed?” Regina asks, agitated. She has nothing to cook and nothing to wear.
She hasn’t even texted Emma yet and this night is already going terribly, terribly wrong.
“I am,” Henry answers, gesturing to his pajamas.
“To go to Joshua’s .”
“Joshua’s in Sweden, Mom,” he tells her, in a condescending tone that would’ve had Regina smacking his little behind if she didn’t have bigger issues to deal with.
“ Still ?” Regina says. “Are his parents taking him on a six month vacation or is Sweden just one of happiest places on Earth right now?”
“It’s definitely happier than America,” Henry points out, wrinkling his nose.
So she calls Zelena.
By the time seven rolls around, she has gone through every article of clothing in her closet and is no closer to selecting anything than she was an hour ago when she was about to have a stroke.
“What do you think?” she asks Henry, and Zelena, who are standing at her bedroom door donning matching expressions of boredom on their faces. “The black dress or the red one?”
“Hmm… let’s see. Is someone dead or are you going more for the Nuns Gone Wild look?” Zelena offers, motioning to each dress with a hand.
Regina lowers the dresses, somewhat offended.
“You should wear the blue one with the zipper,” Henry suggests. “Emma likes that one.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“She likes to look at your butt when you’re in it,” he says.
When Regina and Zelena simply stare at him, he shrugs one shoulder and taps the side of his head as if that’s supposed to mean something.
“Eyes on the back of my head, Mom. Remember?”
She wears the blue dress.
With dining inside being a bust, Regina decides she can have Emma choose whatever she wants, even if that includes making late reservations. It doesn’t occur to her that these sorts of things usually involve flowers and other romantic gestures, but it must have occurred to Emma, because she shows up carrying… lilies.
And looking far more edible than Regina anticipates.
Her coat is a lovely variation from her usual red leather jacket. Underneath the red coat is a leather dress Regina has never laid eyes on, probably because she has never actually seen Emma in a dress before. It’s form-fitting and complements the heels she has on quite nicely.
Regina wants to rip it right off of her.
“Hi,” Emma says cheerfully, oblivious to Regina’s struggle not to ruin Emma’s pretty dress. “Sorry I’m late. I realized I left the flowers and had to run back home to get them. They’re… um. They’re lilies.”
“I see that,” Regina says, but there’s a pleasant fluttering in her chest she can’t get rid of. And a disgustingly fond smile on her face as she accepts them.
“They’re beautiful, Emma. Thank you.”
Emma ducks her head with a bashful smile and says, “I didn’t know what flowers you liked. They’re mostly pink stargazers and yellow ones, which, you know, are supposed to mean romance and joy. I think the flower shop guy purposely snuck an orange one in there, though.”
“What does orange mean?”
“Passion,” Emma shrugs offhandedly. But her eyes lock onto Regina’s with intent. “Burning desire.”
Regina holds her breath. Her loose plans are going to fly out the window at this rate.
“Ugh. It’s like watching a bloody porno with you two. Honestly,” Zelena says in distaste, who pops up out of nowhere, followed by Henry.
Regina had forgotten they were still here.
“Are you done lounging around or will you be leaving anytime soon?” Regina asks dryly.
“I think we’ll be taking our leave, actually. Now that you’ve scarred us all,” Zelena says, and then to Henry, “How about we leave these two twats to their date and go watch some Barnie? You do like Barnie, don’t you?”
“Aunt Zelena. I’m ten,” Henry says.
“Brilliant. We’ll put it on when we get home.”
Emma stops her before she can walk out the door. “Oh, hey. Thanks for doing this, by the way.”
“Nonsense, Blondie. You’re family now,” Zelena says, and waves a hand in indifference. “Which also means if you hurt her,” and she gestures to Regina in all seriousness, “You better believe I’ll be going British on your scrawny arse. And I will bloody well destroy you. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
Zelena smiles broadly and wags her fingers in salute. “ Wonderful . Ta ta, dears!”
Henry steps aside to hug Regina quickly, his little arms wrapping around her waist before he motions for her to lean down. Regina does so, curiously.
“You’re happy now, right?” he asks, cupping a hand over his mouth in a whisper.
The words cause Regina’s heart to melt. She nearly tears up as she rubs a thumb over his cheek.
“Henry. I’ve always been happy,” Regina tells him, whispering back. “ You make me happy.”
Henry rolls his eyes. “Well yeah . But... you’re happier. You smile more.”
“I do.”
“And your eyes get all mushy when you look at Emma. Kind of like they do with me. Like… when you love something so much it hurts.”
Regina answers with a watery smile. “Perhaps.”
“So you’re happy,” Henry says again. Deliberate. “Right?”
“Yes,” she replies with all the honesty she can muster, and brings her lips to his forehead. “Very, very much so.”
Henry regards her for a long, thoughtful moment. Then he nods his head once, satisfied.
“Good.”
He turns to hug Emma next, quick, before rushing to follow Zelena out the front door, closing it behind him.
Regina stands up from where she’s crouched. She wipes a few stray tears from her eyelids and hopes she hasn’t just ruined her mascara.
“Are you okay?” Emma asks, once the silence extends and Regina is still standing with a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
That snaps her out of it.
“Yes,” Regina says and smiles, more genuine. “I’ll go ahead and put these in a vase. Did you want something to drink in the meantime? Cider?”
“Got anything stronger?”
Regina holds back a snort and makes her way to the kitchen. There’s that strange tension in the air that Regina knows is all her, resting over her shoulders along with her nerves. She sets the lilies aside in a glass vase, then takes out a glass - two of them - because she’s going to need to loosen the edge off with a side of whiskey.
“I’ll be honest. I’d planned to make dinner and have this be a night in,” Regina says and hands Emma a glass.
Their fingers brush in the exchange, and it takes every bit of Regina’s willpower not to brush them over the inside of Emma’s wrist and -
She doesn’t know what she wants to do.
Or rather, she does . And that’s the problem.
Emma grins. “Plans fell through?”
“Of a sort.”
Emma chuckles then; and it’s so incredibly endearing, the way Emma’s face lights up in amusement, the way her dress hugs her figure perfectly.
“We can still always eat out,” Emma suggests, unaware of Regina’s internal dilemma. “There’s this great place just outside of Brooklyn we wouldn’t need reservations for.”
“Oh?”
“They make awesome meat pies,” Emma adds playfully.
“Or. We can stay in,” Regina says slowly, her voice suddenly hoarse. “And save yourself the trouble of covering up that dress.”
Emma pauses mid-sip. Her gaze lands on Regina over a long stretch of silence before she places her glass on the table.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Mills.”
“Perhaps I am.”
Emma continues to stare. The tension is creeping back, but this time Regina is painfully aware of what it is. It’s about as distinct as the throbbing surfacing in her veins.
“Fuck it,” Emma mutters. And she’s crossing the distance, palming Regina’s face between her hands and drawing Regina in for a frantic kiss.
Regina immediately tugs at Emma’s shoulders, down her forearms, yanking her closer. She finds her nerves are suddenly gone and in their place is this need to rip Emma’s clothes right off.
“Sorry,” Emma rumbles against the spot just beneath Regina’s ear. “I really like this dress on you.”
Regina curls a hand into Emma’s hair, pulling her back just enough to kiss her deeply and thoroughly.
“Upstairs,” Regina breathes against Emma’s mouth. “Now.”
Emma’s eyes widen slightly before darkening even further. “Right now?”
Regina’s response is made very clear as she takes the skin around Emma’s tendon and bites.
“Now.”
Emma gasps. Her grip on Regina’s hips tightens, before she yanks the hem of Regina’s dress upward. “Now. Right,” she agrees. “Right fucking now.”
The trip to the bedroom is a chaotic blur. They stumble up the stairs, articles of clothing strewn every which way. Emma forgoes the zipper on Regina’s dress and nearly tears if right off instead, flinging it somewhere over the couch, along with Emma’s stockings. Regina’s pretty sure her bra is hanging off the stairwell railing at this point.
“Maybe we should -” Emma begins, only to groan when Regina tilts her head in and takes Emma’s nipple in her mouth.
They’re about a foot away from the bed. Regina can’t seem to stop putting her hands on Emma, down her toned stomach. Over smooth skin and full breasts.
Whatever Emma had been about to say flies over Regina’s head when she can’t think .
“Go slow?” Regina manages to finish for her.
“No. Fast is good,” Emma hastily says, and she’s tipping them over the edge of the bed, bringing Regina into her lap. “Fast, then slow. Then maybe later you can show me what you were hiding underneath that towel.”
Regina’s eyes widen. “You -”
But Emma kisses her again, deep and hard and Regina finds herself bracing her hands on Emma’s shoulders. Emma’s hands are digging into her ass, urging Regina to rock into her. Regina is vaguely aware that she already is - grinding herself into Emma’s lap, struggling to find some sort of rhythm.
“Emma… I -” She feels like her body is on fire. She's panting against Emma’s mouth, searching for any words.
“I need - I need to touch you -”
“Here,” Emma whispers into her ear, before guiding Regina’s hand down past her stomach.
Her last article of clothing. Regina is able to yank Emma’s panties down enough to fully touch her, her fingers slipping into slick heat.
And god - Emma is so, so wet . Regina is already having a hard time controlling herself without having to watch Emma collapse on her back, breasts heaving; her body arching and shaking against Regina’s touch. The noise Emma makes is something between a moan and a sob. It drives Regina absolutely insane.
She practically rips off whatever's left of Emma’s underwear - or rather, literally rips it off. The article is left in shreds by the time she flings it off the bed and Emma bursts out into breathless laughter.
“I can't believe you just -”
“Oh hush,” Regina says in amusement.
“No one’s ever ripped my underwear to get me naked before.”
And Regina emphasizes her point by curling her thumb against Emma’s clit, twisting a finger inside of her. Two.
The rest of Emma’s words turn into a never-ending string of swearing, breathless encouragement, and it's pushing Regina nearly past the brink.
“Regina,” Emma gasps and Regina puts her mouth on any part of Emma that she can reach - her breasts, neck, shoulder. “I’m almost -”
But she doesn't get to finish. Regina bites down hard on Emma’s collarbone, which surprisingly isn't what does it for Emma.
“Emma,” Regina says in a soft exhale, curling her fingers just so . “Emma - damn it. Te quiero dentro de mi. Y después quiero que me cojas .”
Emma whimpers and that’s it. Regina feels Emma’s hips buck sharply against hers, and Emma is coming around Regina’s fingers. It’s the sort of image Regina never, ever wants to forget; Emma’s chest heaving against hers, slick with sweat; her lips parted and face bright with an afterglow.
Regina topples over as gracefully as she can, but she can’t seem to summon the energy to move entirely. So she just lays half on top of Emma, both of them catching their breath until Emma lets out an unexpected laugh.
“What?” Regina asks. The insecurity washes over her within seconds.
“Nothing,” Emma says, shaking her head. But she’s smiling so widely. And her face is still so bright. “Just… that was great. Really great. You’re good at that.”
Regina flushes. She bites back her own smile. Mostly because she feels unbelievably smug right now.
“I guess this means no dinner then,” Emma says.
“We can still go,” Regina offers guiltily. “I wanted us to go to a nice restaurant. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking - you came all dressed up and -”
“Regina, it’s okay. Seriously,” Emma assures her, delighted. “Are you kidding me? That was the greatest start to a date ever. Normally people wait until after . But you… you practically pounced.”
Regina chokes out a laugh. “I’m not the one who pounced first.”
“Okay. But have you seen you?” Emma points out. She tugs Regina back onto her lap until they’re both sitting up. Emma runs her hands over Regina’s stomach, down her sides, where Regina’s breath hitches as those hands lightly brush over her breasts.
“And then dirty talking me into an orgasm like we’re in some Spanish porno?”
Regina chuckles shakily. “It was hardly porn.”
Emma’s hands knead into her breasts more firmly, tweaking Regina’s nipples. The startled little gasp that staggers in Regina’s throat turns into heavy breathing. She twines her fingers into Emma’s hair.
“Say something else.”
Regina almost wants to laugh, but is finding it difficult with Emma’s lips trailing up her throat.
“I don’t think so.”
“Please?” Emma urges sweetly, her hands shifting from Regina’s breasts to her ass, jerking Regina even closer.
“Emma…”
“Your heart’s beating fast,” Emma remarks.
And Regina exhales a trembling sigh before bringing Emma’s lips to hers. And only for Emma’s amusement -
“ Cojeme papi ,” Regina mutters into Emma’s mouth.
Emma rears back slightly, surprised. “Wait. Did - did you just call me Daddy ?”
Regina’s face heats up in embarrassment. But there’s something in Emma’s eyes that makes Regina falter - something dark and carnal.
“What did you say before?” Emma asks, when Regina doesn’t answer. “When I was…”
Regina swallows. “I said I want you inside me.” She pulls her hands away from Emma’s hair, lets them settle over her shoulders instead. “Quiero que me cojas. I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah,” Emma whispers, appearing somewhat dazed. But her eyes never leave Regina’s for a long, heavy moment. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Regina is caught off guard when Emma rolls them over, tracing kisses down Regina’s stomach, over her hips.
Regina shivers in anticipation. “What about dinner?”
Emma kisses her thighs, before sliding Regina’s panties off completely. “About to have mine.”
Regina rolls her eyes, however half-hearted the gesture is. But her body is thrumming, heated with desire, and she can’t quite process what she wants until her thoughts are leaving her mouth -
“You said you were curious to know what was underneath that towel.”
Emma stops, her gaze locking onto Regina’s for a thick second. “Where is it?”
Regina points to her dresser. “First drawer.”
Emma hastily scrambles to the dresser, which Regina would find amusing if she isn’t turned on as all hell and fidgeting impatiently.
“Santa’s Little Helper?” Emma asks out of the blue, holding up Zelena’s Christmas gift.
Regina blows out a breath in frustration. “Don’t ask. Try the other one.”
Emma snickers, but shrugs and pulls out the strap-on, glancing at Regina before promptly disappearing into the bathroom. Judging by the sound of running water, Regina assumes it’s to sterilize it.
By the time Emma returns, Regina is practically squirming. She can’t quite describe the feeling she has upon seeing Emma naked, straps tied to her hips. Phallus… well, that protruding from the gap between Emma’s thighs. But it makes Regina’s blood pump faster.
Emma crawls onto the bed, halting just over Regina’s knees.
“Spread your legs for me,” Emma commands softly, and Regina does so almost shamelessly.
When Emma’s gaze lingers on her, Regina hesitates. “What?”
“Just… I’d been envisioning what you would look like naked for the longest time,” Emma says bluntly.
A shiver spikes up Regina’s spine. She raises a brow. “And?”
“Better than anything I’d ever imagined,” Emma answers without a doubt, ducking her head.
And suddenly Emma’s mouth is on her.
It’s completely unexpected. Regina gasps and twists her hands into Emma’s hair, bucking her hips into Emma’s insistent mouth. The movement causes her teeth to scrape lightly over Regina’s clit, like a shockwave coiling through her body. Regina is trembling .
“Emma,” she groans. Despite the complaint in her tone, Regina’s knees part even further and she’s rocking herself in a jerky rhythm against Emma’s tongue.
“Don’t tease me,” Regina grinds out.
“No teasing,” Emma claims, far too innocently to be anything but a lie. “Why would I do that?”
She bites down on the inside of Regina’s thigh, pulling a yelp from Regina’s throat. And slowly, ever so slowly, Emma eases a finger inside her, and it takes a great amount of effort on Regina’s part not to whine incoherently.
But she does choke out a sob.
“You’re so wet,” Emma says in amazement.
Regina can imagine. Considering all things.
She should’ve known Emma Swan would be the biggest fucking tease of the century.
When Emma simply adds another finger, curling them upward, Regina mewls and jerks her hips against them.
“ Emma .”
“Patience,” Emma says, as if Regina ever had any patience in the first place. Emma leans over then and swirls her tongue around a nipple, still knuckle-deep inside Regina. “How do you say pussy in Spanish, anyway?”
And Regina - Regina wants to laugh, but mostly she wants to kill her.
“Various ways,” she huffs out, tilting her head back with a sigh as Emma climbs up to kiss her neck. “ Chocha’s a vulgar way of saying it.”
“So if I were to say I want to eat your pussy?”
Emma clamps her teeth down on the spot between Regina’s neck and shoulder. Regina sucks in a harsh breath.
“ Emma , I - god that’s vulgar. Quiero comer tu chocha .”
“What about I want to fuck you?”
“ Te quiero cojer .”
Regina is about ready to snap as Emma pulls her fingers out. Except Regina doesn’t quite expect the feeling of Emma pushing inside her, something much larger, as slowly as she can. And Regina is left drawing in a gasp, rolling her hips up to meet Emma’s instinctively.
Emma’s hands immediately slide to Regina’s hips, holding them still for a moment. Even as Emma is buried completely inside her.
Their gazes lock. “Is this okay?” Emma asks, unsure.
Regina doesn’t answer. Instead she tugs Emma closer, Emma’s hands landing on the bed on either side of Regina’s shoulders. The motion causes Regina to moan into Emma’s mouth, into her neck. She bucks her hips up again, willing Emma to move.
“Yes,” Regina agrees in a quivering whisper. “Just fuck me.”
Emma nips gently at her lower lip. “I am.”
Regina fists her hands into the sheets beneath her, gritting out, “Emma, please. Just move -”
Regina shifts and Emma automatically responds with a hard thrust. The force of it shoves Regina back into the headboard, and she hisses, bracing a hand against it.
“Like that?”
“Like that,” Regina sighs out, twining a hand into Emma’s hair and drawing her in for a desperate kiss.
Her other hand is still pressed up against the headboard as Emma pushes back again, much harder this time. It surges up Regina’s spine like a bolt. Regina hikes her knees up and around Emma’s waist, locking her ankles, pulling Emma in deeper. After which their bodies begin to rock in a steady rhythm.
“Like that,” Regina repeats hoarsely.
And Regina… isn’t so quiet, she realizes.
Every thrust, every bite, every kiss is met with a continuous whine of positive noises that Regina can’t stop even if she wants to. She claws her nails down Emma’s back, digging them into her shoulder blades.
Regina also must have gotten into the habit of dirty talking from Emma, because she nips at Emma’s earlobe and whispers -
“You feel amazing inside me.”
Emma’s response is to stop for a second - “ Jesus, Regina,” she groans. She grips Regina’s ass, arching their hips together, and Regina actually cries out. Loudly .
Thank the ever living God she sent Henry away.
“Emma… Emma , I need - I’m-” Rather than say it out loud, Regina blindly takes Emma’s hand in her own and guides it between her legs.
And that’s it. At the first press of fingers against Regina’s clit, Regina is sent over the edge. It coils up her stomach tightly. She lets out a sob that echoes off the walls, her whole body bowing in a tense curve before collapsing back onto the bed, boneless.
Regina can now safely say that if she had a dime for every successful orgasm, she’d have far, far more than a nickel.
Emma pulls out eventually, untying the straps around her hips and tossing the harness somewhere in the vicinity of the bathroom. She drops back onto the bed, dragging Regina with her until Emma is more or less half sprawled over Regina’s chest.
Regina takes a moment to catch her breath, before releasing it with a soft laugh.
Emma grins back at her. “So that was…”
“Yes,” Regina agrees and smiles, running a hand through Emma’s hair with the sort of unfathomable affection she doesn’t know what to do with. “It was.”
“I’m ready for dessert when you are,” Emma states seriously.
Regina breathes out a snort. “You’re insatiable.”
“But you love me for it,” Emma points out. And Regina pauses.
She considers her reply before finally admitting to it. “I do.”
Emma tilts her head, peering up at her from where her cheek is pressed up against Regina’s breast.
“Yeah?”
Regina visibly swallows, but nods as confidently as she can. When Emma breaks out into a wide smile, something inside Regina’s chest just… unlocks.
“Yeah,” Emma says in a whisper, stroking a thumb down Regina’s stomach. “Me, too.”
“There’s still time to go out and have dinner,” Regina suggests after a solid minute.
It’s so quiet in the room. As if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. For the longest time it’s been Regina’s sanctuary. Now, lying here with Emma, it looks like nothing has changed.
“No. This is nice,” Emma says with a firm nod. “You know, I’ve cuddled a lot of people. But you were always my favorite.”
Regina’s lip curls up. “Oh?”
“Mmhm,” Emma hums and lifts her head up to meet Regina’s gaze, eyes bright and… happy. “Snuggle Muffin, right?”
And Regina just rolls her eyes, cupping Emma’s cheek in her hand, and kisses her tenderly.
“Snuggle Muffin.”
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Picture this.
There’s a grand manor located near the outskirts of New York City, fit for a successful politician. The inhabitants include a little boy who secretly likes to pretend he’s a jedi (and whose only wish is to see his mother happy, but that’s not so much of a secret anymore); his not-so-single mother who, despite the crossroads that come with falling in love, also just had the best sex of her life (with much more to come. Surely); and an ex-professional cuddler, who found a family in this little boy and his lonely mother.
So it ends like this.
(With a happily ever after. Maybe. Definitely)
Maybe this didn’t turn out to be the worst, lesbian cliché love story, after all.