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Henry retreated to his room soon after dinner, because even his interest in getting to know Emma and seeing the success of his plot had their limits, leaving Emma and Regina alone together for the first time since their relationship had taken this new turn.
“I feel like I should apologize for my son being so devious,” Regina sighed as she handed Emma a glass of cider. Then she sat across from her in the warmly-lit study where they’d retreated to talk privately.
Emma chuckled. “I’m not thrilled to be manipulated, but it does sort of run in the family, huh?” she asked, gesturing at both of them.
“I guess we are family now,” Regina murmured, looking a bit anxious about that.
“Only if we want to be,” Emma said with a shrug. “I’m totally fine with ‘I hooked up with an insanely hot woman and now maybe it’s not a one-night stand since I met her kid and everything.’”
“That’s a mouthful,” Regina teased her.
“A mouthful of words is better than a mouthful of foot,” Emma replied with a wink.
“Yes, we wouldn’t want that,” Regina agreed. “There are much better uses for your mouth,” and her voice dropped into a sexy purr.
“I didn’t know whether to hope for that on the first date,” Emma confessed.
“Emma Swan, we have had sex twice already!”
“I mean, I don’t wanna build it up too much, but this is different,” she pointed out.
Regina’s eyes widened. “Oh. Did you want to wait? Make it special?”
“Hell no! I mean- it’s plenty special- Or- um- You know what I mean,” Emma sputtered.
“I do,” Regina confirmed. “You’re ridiculous, but I do.”
“Well maybe you should come kiss me and shut me up before it gets any worse,” she suggested.
Regina quirked an eyebrow at that, then set down her drink. When she rose and crossed the small distance between them, she moved with the fluid ripple of a predator. Even those few moments had Emma incredibly turned on, so when Regina slid into her lap, she raised her mouth for a kiss, only to find that the older woman had stopped just out of reach. She could feel Regina’s breath on her lips, and it made her shudder with want. Then she reached up and threaded her fingers through dark hair to pull her down, and Regina went willingly, kissing her deeply and intensely.
Kissing Regina was different now, and Emma happily lost herself in the new intensity that came with substance, trying to commit the shape of Regina’s mouth and the scent of her perfume and the sound of her sighs and the curves of her body to memory because it mattered now. Gradually, their touches went from broadly passionate to specifically sexual, Emma’s fingertips digging into Regina’s perfect ass and Regina’s hands cupping and squeezing Emma’s breasts.
When Emma’s fingers started to undo Regina’s buttons, she broke the kiss. “Not here. Not with Henry home.”
Emma removed her hands like she’d been burned. “Of course.” This was going to take some getting used to.
“Come upstairs,” Regina said, rising and beckoning. Emma smiled.
The light was off in Henry’s room when they passed, but there was no way he was asleep. They’d have to be very quiet.
Awkwardness settled over them as soon as Regina’s bedroom door shut behind them. They blinked at each other for a long moment, shifting their weight and not moving to touch. They’d lost their momentum, and now it seemed almost like they couldn’t remember how this went. Emma tried to remember what they had done the first time, since this felt just as new as that had been.
She stepped closer and cupped Regina’s jaw as she kissed her, and the touch seemed to break the surface tension. Their contact quickly became passionate again as Regina backed her toward the bed and their hands found each other’s clothes with much less collision than before. As soon as Regina’s shirt was open Emma slid her hands around her ribs to unhook her bra and get her hands on her breasts, just cupping, liking the slight weight of them in her hands.
Regina smiled at her, then pulled at her shirt, up and over her head. She had Emma’s bra off in the next breath and now it was her turn, squeezing and kneading and pinching her nipples.
Emma groaned low in her throat, but didn’t lose focus, sliding her hands down to the waistband of Regina’s pants and slipping both pants and underwear down over her perfect ass, then gripping her by the hips to pull her closer.
Then they were kissing again, hands everywhere, the remaining clothes sliding from their bodies to pool on the floor as they crossed the last few steps to the bed.
When they got there, Emma surprised even herself by swooping Regina up in her arms and laying her on the bed. She froze for a moment, not sure whether she’d gone too far.
Then Regina purred, “Oh, I like that.”
Emma grinned.
Regina beckoned with a finger. “Now come taste me.”
All Emma could do at that was moan—and comply. She was on her belly between Regina’s thighs in no time, and fuck, her pussy was so fucking gorgeous, glistening from their play so far, and this amazing woman wanted her. Her. Emma Swan. She looked up at her in wonder and found Regina’s mouth twitching trying not to smile. She ducked her head in embarrassment.
Regina caught her chin and made her meet her eyes. “I like that you have a crush on my cunt.”
The gentle teasing grounded Emma again, and she sassed back, “She’s beautiful.”
Regina smiled, then demanded, “I need you to eat me. Now.” She slid her hand into Emma’s hair to pull her mouth where she needed it.
Emma moaned at the first contact almost as much as Regina, because she would never get tired of how wet, and soft, and hot, and responsive she was. Her tongue moved steadily, if not quite slowly, making exquisitely thorough strokes over the entire length of Regina from her opening to her clit. Slowly, she sped up, added little flicking flutters, because knowing what Regina needed was getting familiar now.
When Regina’s hips began to twitch, Emma gripped them to hold her steady against her mouth, and gave her more, swirling her tongue. The older woman’s moan was delicious, and feeling how her muscles flexed trying to keep moving was even better.
“Inside,” Regina gasped out.
“Yes,” Emma hissed as she pressed in, because the feel of liquid velvet around her fingers was so fucking good. Her fingers moved in counterpoint to her tongue, reading Regina’s responses and giving her more, and more, until she was fucking her hard and sucking her clit.
Regina was still gripping her by the hair, and she started fucking her face a little now that Emma wasn’t holding her down. Emma looked up, and this was so intense, Regina’s eyes boring into hers, and her chest heaving as she panted, and the hot slickness of her in and on and around Emma’s mouth. But the best part was knowing that she was going to get to keep doing this, and the intimate feeling of Regina’s wrist against her cheek, and the way they were so in tune.
Then Regina came hard, her body arching beautifully as she clapped a hasty hand over her mouth to muffle her cry.
Emma kissed her way up Regina’s body then lay beside her, knowing she had a goofy grin on her face but not quite able to care. Regina chuckled at her and pulled her down into a slow, easy kiss.
At least, it began slow and easy. It quickly became intense, and Regina rolled them over until she was on top. As her hips settled between Emma’s thighs, Emma moaned and involuntarily bucked upward in search of touch. She was embarrassed to feel herself leave a wet trail up Regina’s belly, but the way the older woman’s eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation made her feel better about it.
In the next moment, Regina’s hand was between her legs, cupping and rubbing and squeezing where she was absolutely sopping.
Then she was slipping two fingers inside, and Emma breathed, “Yes.”
Regina was fucking her slow and deep as she kissed her slow and deep, her body so close that Emma wasn’t sure how her arm was even fitting between them. But the older woman was nothing if not exacting in everything she did, her rhythm perfect and the swipes of her thumb on Emma’s clit exactly what she needed. Then Regina added another finger, and Emma felt a wave of pleasure crash through her as she was stretched and filled and stroked—and felt almost, somehow, adored by Regina’s attention to her pleasure.
She was panting too hard for kisses now, so they were just forehead-to-forehead as Regina’s exquisite touches brought her higher and higher and higher, and this was so intense and perfect—the way their bodies moved together, Emma’s hips rising and Regina’s hips pushing behind her hand, and their breasts rubbing against each other, and they were breathing each other’s breath, and their eyes were locked, and Emma never wanted this to end except that she was going to come so hard and it was going to be so good and-
The world went white as the orgasm raced through her.
She held Regina tight against her as she rode it out, wanting the intimacy in a way she couldn’t ever remember before.
In fact, she was craving it enough that she murmured, “I can stay if you want,” before she thought. Quickly, she added “Or go, if you want. I’m good either way.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Regina murmured, pulling away, and Emma’s heart sank.
But then Regina settled back beside her, draped half over, having brought the covers with her.
“I’m not kicking you out in the middle of the night in January,” she said, as if that was obvious.
“Of course not,” Emma whispered just before she fell asleep.