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The Wicked Stepmother	By : Ksennin Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 41904 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Strong and insistent hands pulled Emma close. Almost before she could feel their touch, warm lips were against her own, a tongue pushed into her mouth. It felt good, but so weird. The hands slid down to crush themselves against Emma's ass, pulling her further into their owner's reach. Her body was responding, but not in the right way. It felt like she was short-circuiting. This was wrong somehow. She tried to push the thought away; this couldn't be wrong. She touched back, her hands groping and massaging—not as forcefully as her lover, more experimentally. It all felt so… different.
But that was nonsense, right? What was she expecting? What else would Scott feel like?
"We should stop," Emma said, pulling away. She tried to catch her breath. It was far easier than when she'd left Regina's library the other day, wet panties rubbing against her every step of the way home.
Scott's hands kept running over her like he was looking for something. Regina's had been so nice, so gentle, fitting to her body like they were molded for it. And Scott's were just… rough. Like they were made of sandpaper.
"I said stop!" She gave him a shove and he broke off, immediately pouting.
"You said we 'should' stop, girls always say they should stop."
"How would you know!" His hand under her shirt had jammed it up over her belly. She pulled it down, straightening it until the band logo on the front was unwrinkled. Going over to Scott's place had been meant to make her forget about Regina, now all Emma could do was think of how perfect she was. If Regina were a guy… goddamn.
"We've been going out for four months," Scott said, consciously trying to keep his voice from a whine. "And I'm still on second base. I've gotten way too familiar with your tits, babe."
"Maybe you can go without them for a while, huh?" Grabbing her jacket, thinking of how Scott had taken it off so clumsily when Regina had been so sly just giving her a massage, Emma stomped her way to the door. She tried to make her boots loud enough for Scott's parents, off at a book club meeting, to hear her.
She stopped in her car to update her Facebook status. Scott didn't come after her to apologize. Why do boys think they have a backstage pass just because they bought a ticket? She considered changing her relationship status to It's Complicated, but didn't. It wasn't complicated at all.
Regina, reading Emma's Facebook from her laptop, decided to change it for her.
***
Going to the movies with Ruby had nothing to do with Regina. Emma told herself that until she half-believed it. It was just that they were sorta co-workers now. Co-workers spent time together after work. Ruby had asked if she wanted to go out, her treat, so… free movie. It had nothing to do with Ruby being Regina's friend, student, confidante. Emma had no interest in how they'd gotten so close, or how close they really were. None. Whatsoever.
The cinema was about the only cool thing about Storybrooke. It was an old-fashioned movie house, with a triangular marquee above the door and one guy with a hat in a booth selling tickets and popcorn that was popped in a cart and sold in cartons instead of by the tub. Totally vintage. It didn't show movies in 3D, but nobody liked 3D anyway.
"I don't know about you, but I've been waiting, like, forever to see Snow White And The Huntsman Part 2: The Evil King," Ruby babbled, looking stunning as usual in daisy dukes and a silk print shirt with a grand total of two buttons done up, right where the male population would most like them undone. "The first one just left me with so many questions. Does she end up with Prince Charmant or the Huntsman?"
"Probably the Huntsman. His name's in the title," Emma speculated. She wore jeans with the knees worn out and a similarly holey tee under her well-loved/battered leather jacket. I look like Ruby's bodyguard.
They paid the box office dude, who gave them the senior rate because Ruby was so willing to demonstrate she wasn't a senior. Tickets in hand, they got popcorn, Coke, and Milk Duds so expensive Emma wouldn't be surprised to find cocaine inside the box. Then it was just waiting in line to get their tickets torn. The guy behind the podium was trying to decide if three acne cases were old enough to see Final Destination: Skull Dump, so it was going to be a long line.
"Are you a big K-Stew fan?" Ruby asked.
"Nah, she's a bit slutty for my taste."
"Hey, that director thing was not her fault! He was a director."
"It's not even that, it's the RPatz thing too. I mean, what kind of ho has sex with a co-star?" Her phone buzzed. Emma checked it and groaned. "It's my mom. I'm gonna text her a picture of you, just so she knows I'm not being penetrated. Smile."
Ruby struck a lapdance pose on a nearby standee of Tom Hanks on a bench advertising the 3D rerelease of Forrest Gump. Emma wasn't sure it would convince Mary-Margaret of anything.
Finally, they made it past the velvet rope and to their seats. Fortunately, it was a Kristen Stewart movie that didn't have Edward Cullen, so the theater wasn't at all crowded. They got there just in time for millionaires to tell them how much the Will Rogers Institute needed working-class charity. Ruby sent one last text and turned her phone off. Emma did as well, vindictively thinking that there was no way her mom could resent her not answering her phone in the middle of a movie.
The previews came on. New Tron movie—what hacks were doing that?—new Wolverine movie—even in the trailer he had his shirt off, so Emma's ticket was bought—new Spider-Man movie—Ruby would make a better Mary Jane than whoever they'd hired. They were even making another Alice In Wonderland movie. Good God, what kind of loser wanted to watch a purportedly sexy Mad Hatter prance around a green screen for two hours? Where was this whole dark fairy tale thing going to end, anyway? Porn?
Someone moaned. Amen, bro, Emma thought. Then he groaned, which seemed like a bit much for the trailer to Monsters Inc 2. Sure, it wasn't an Incredibles sequel, but what was?
"Is it just me, or is someone having a heart attack?" Emma asked Ruby.
"No, just a handjob."
"A what?"
"I know, right, handsies? What are we, twelve?"
"Who gets a handy during the trailers? Those are the best part!"
That last annoying 'turn off your cell phone, retard' message played and the movie started. Thor told them how, shockingly, everything wasn't beer and roses after Kristin Stewart was put in charge.
"Oh hell yeah," Rosie Palms' date muttered. Was he going to get tugged on through the whole movie? Wouldn't there be chafing?
Ruby read her mind. "That is taking a while. Isn't she throwing in some ball action?"
"Why don't you go ask?"
"Fuck!" Mr. Beaten Meat finally gasped. He almost sounded like…
"Scott?" Emma turned around and saw him there, just four rows back, revealed in the bright lake of a Kristen Stewart close-up. And the woman sitting next to him: "Mommy?" Of course it wasn't, just someone who looked like Mary-Margaret might've in the 90s, she didn't even have short hair. But it was just the kind of surreal detail you'd find in a nightmare.
"Emma, this isn't what it looks like!"
"Oh, she's just eating yogurt as a finger food?"
"I don't even know her, she just sat next to me on the bus this morning and started… I mean, she was all over me!"
The girl wiped her hand on Scott's shirt. "This your prude girlfriend?"
Emma didn't know where to begin with that, so she skipped to the end. "I'm not his girlfriend."
She ran out. After a dumbfounded moment, Scott put his arm around the girl. "So where were we?"
She brushed his arm away like it was a spider web she'd walked through. "Bored."
Effortlessly untangling herself from Scott, the girl left the theater before Kristen Stewart could bite her lip anymore. She went directly to the restroom, where she scrupulously washed her hands clean. Only then did she take off the thimble she'd acquired, returning to her natural form. It'd been such a relief to find this world had magic of its own, meager as it was. Adjusting the clothes that had rumpled during her stint as a teenage girl, she left the restroom.
"Oh, hey there. I didn't know you were seeing a movie tonight," one of the ushers greeted her.
She held up her ticket. "I hope you don't think I would sneak in, Mr. Skeen. I am the Mayor, after all."
***
Emma ran all the way to Regina's house. She got there with her lungs burning and her legs made of molten lead, but she felt like she could keep running forever. Out of this goddamn town, away from crappy boyfriends and crappy mothers. Oxygen flooded into her body the moment she stopped. She felt lightheaded. Not a runaway now. Now, she might just float away. If it weren't for the thought of Regina tethering her.
Emma knocked at the door, but no one answered. Regina had to be there—her car was in the driveway, engine still warm. Emma wanted to pound on the door, knock it down, throw herself through a window into the safe place. But what if someone else heard? Emma couldn't survive breaking down on the front perch where the world could see, and she knew she would. She could feel the tears burning in her eyes already. She tried the door in desperation; it swung open freely. Emma nearly fell inside. She managed to close the door behind her.
Just being inside the manor was comforting. Everything was so stylish and sophisticated. Light-years beyond small-town boys getting jacked off in movie theaters.
"Regina!" she called. Her voice echoed back to her, all cracks and heartbreak. From then on, she kept silent as she wandered the halls.
The last room she checked was the bedroom. Regina wasn't in any of the others. Emma half-expected to find Regina in there with a man, someone as charming and beautiful as her. It was that kind of day.
She tried the door. It swung open as easily as everything was with Regina. The Mayor was inside, in bed, propped up on pillows and reading a book. She even had a fashionable pair of glasses on. And all that hid her from Emma was a filmy nightgown.
"Emma?" Regina laid her book facedown beside her. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
That was all Emma could take. She was crying and sobbing and cursing, all the words Mary-Margaret would wash her mouth out for saying, and all she could hear through her own grief was Regina's voice. "Emma, come here. Come here."
Like a master ordering around a dog, expecting to be obeyed. Emma felt her legs carrying her to Regina, betraying her to the Mayor, and she madly thought Regina would slap her or hit her for her foolishness, because she was foolish, a foolish little girl, thinking Scott loved her, thinking Regina could love her. She braced herself, but Regina opened her arms. Like a ship caught in a whirlpool, Emma was sucked down. She felt herself hit Regina's impenetrable exterior and be embedded in it, given all the protection of it, strong arms wrapping around her and holding her tight. Everything was the softness of Regina's gown and the warmth of her skin.
"What's wrong?" Regina asked, whispering so no one else could hear, even when they were alone.
Emma told her the whole lurid story, even as it ran together in her mind. As she was gently rocked, she told Regina about what had happened in the theater. And she stayed in Regina's arms, slowly getting comfortable, pulling her arms and legs onto the bed, her body into Regina's lap. Telling Regina how she'd met Scott, how they'd gone on their first date, how she thought he'd be her first.
"He wasn't, was he?" Regina asked as she gave Emma a little squeeze in her embrace. Letting her know it would be alright either way.
"No. He wanted to, but it just didn’t feel… right."
"Good." Regina unwound an arm from Emma's back, over the teen's fervent and silent protest, but it was only to bring her hand to Emma's hair. Gently running her fingers through it: "It will feel right someday. But your first time is a special experience. Meant to be shared with someone who sees the specialness in you. You're a precious gem, Emma. As beautiful as you are rare. It won't be hard for you to find someone who truly values you. It will just take patience."
"It doesn't feel that way. It feels like no one even sees me."
"I see you, Emma." Regina twisted a lock of golden hair around her finger, lightening the mood somehow. "Do you know what's happening to your body right now?"
"My heart's breaking in two?"
Regina lowered her voice sympathetically. "Besides that." She rubbed her hand between Emma's shoulder blades. "Right now, your brain isn't releasing enough serotonin. There's too much stress on your body right now for it to keep up. Not without help."
"You mean… vodka?"
"No. I don't mean vodka. You see, just being held by me, being touched by me, is releasing beta-endorphins reversing all that. And you'll feel even better after a good night's sleep, when your brain has time to normalize. So I want you to lie here, close your eyes, and try to get some sleep."
"And you'll keep touching me?" Emma asked. All of a sudden, she felt so tired that it took her a moment to realize what she'd said.
"If you like. Or should I stop?"
The door flew open and Emma bolted upright, grabbing the bedsheet to cover herself even though she was fully clothed. But it was just Ruby stampeding in. "Emma, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere! You ran out of the theater so messed up, I thought you might do something… dumb."
Emma dropped the sheet. "I'm not going to commit suicide over Scott Blue, Ruby!"
"I was thinking more along the lines of vehicular homicide."
"Ruby," Regina said calmly, smoothing Emma's hair like they were absolutely alone. "Emma isn't feeling well. I'd like you to brew some of my good tea and bring it here."
"Sure thing. You hang in there, Emma. Don't worry about a thing, we'll take good care of you." Ruby left. The door swayed almost to a close behind her. With her gone, Regina traced Emma's hair down to her back. Which she felt, right through Emma's jacket. "Would you like to take that off? Get comfortable?"
Emma consented before remembering what had happened the last time she'd undressed for Regina. She hesitated, one arm out of its sleeve. Regina just smiled. She exerted a gentle hold on the jacket's battered leather and tugged until it was off. Compared to the jacket's heft, wearing just her T-shirt was like having nothing on at all. The look on Regina's face seemed to see right through it as well. Under that gaze, Emma lowered herself back to rest on Regina's body. Regina's hands pressed flat, possessive, along Emma's spine. Emma grew used to the weight of them in only a second. Then they moved up and down, rolling over Emma's back like the tide. Even with Ruby in the house, Regina's touch was more daring, more intense. Or maybe it was because Ruby was there. Predators. Outnumbering her. Cornering her. Hungry for her flesh.
"You're a very trusting soul," Regina whispered, her breath barely stirring Emma's hair. "Falling asleep in a stranger's bed."
"You're not a stranger."
"Aren't I?"
"No. You're, like, my best friend."
"Please. I'm old, virtually decrepit. You must have friends your own age."
"'Please'," Emma mimicked. "If I asked them to get into bed with me and rub me down, they'd call me a dyke."
"And what's so bad about being a dyke?"
"I don't know. I've never tired it."
Regina gave Emma a little pat and reached for the bedspread, pulled back alongside them. "Here. Under the covers." She drew the sheet over them both. It helped. Emma felt less exposed, cuddled up with Regina. Snug as a bug in a rug.
Underneath the covers, Regina's hands were as subtle as shadows. Emma couldn't hear or see them. She just felt them, on the back of her neck now, leisurely stroking from her throat to her shoulders like Regina had all the time in the world… to explore. When they met in the middle, at the nape of Emma's neck, it felt like her head was being tilted toward a kiss that never came.
"What about your mother?" Regina asked considerately. "Surely she'd come as a comfort."
"I don't think I can even look at Mary-Margaret right now without thinking of that slut. They could've been twins. And if I told her, she'd probably tell me it's proof I'm too young to date."
"Mothers never notice how mature their daughters are. I'm sure you're old enough for many things Mary-Margaret wouldn't approve of."
"Yeah… wanna smoke some pot?" Emma joked.
"One thing at a time, dear."
As gently as she would handle the Dead Sea Scrolls, Regina rolled Emma's shirt up from her waist. With about an inch of untanned skin exposed, one hand continued the work and the other skated over Emma's lower back, skin against skin. Emma felt her shirt rise higher. Cool air meeting her flesh. With the added room, Regina now dug her fingernails into the small of Emma's back and raked them down to just above Emma's ass. It felt exquisite.
"Maybe Scott was too young for me," Emma thought out loud. "I need someone more mature. Experienced."
"Perhaps." The back of Emma's shirt was now being held back by the front, still plastered across her belly button. Regina took it in both hands and tugged insistently. With just that little prompting, Emma lifted herself off Regina, just enough for her shirt to travel. Their eyes met. "My first time wasn't his first time. And it was marvelous."
"His…" Emma said, holding herself over Regina even as the shirt reached her armpits, hanging around her neck like a life preserver.
"And the first time I made love to a woman, she wasn't very knowledgeable either, but I knew what I wanted from her." Regina kept her hold on Emma's shirt, now pulling down on it like a set of reins, bringing Emma back against her body. "And got it."
It took Emma opening her mouth to speak to realize she was breathing faster than usual. Settling back against Regina's body, she felt Regina's heart beating with the same harmony. "And she… had fun?"
"Of course she did," Regina replied, amused. "Just look at me."
Regina's hand came to Emma's cheek. It was shockingly intimate, the touch. Even during the massage, Regina had never gotten so close… to her lips.
Emma lay still while Regina's fingers, sly and insinuating, ran over her cheekbones. "I'm almost as beautiful as you," Regina said. Emma would've protested, would've said no one was as beautiful as the Mayor, but the fingers touched her lips. They breezed over them like a breath of air. Stopped in the middle, as if seeking admittance, but Emma was too stunned to even breathe. And the fingers descended, off her chin, down her long, smooth neck. Turning her sideways now, her hand moving in circles on Emma's sternum, just shy of Emma's breasts, almost returning to her lips.
Emma shivered with excitement. She fought to keep her voice steady. "You're bi… bi… bike-sexual?"
Regina laughed warmly. Her hand dropped down. To Emma's belly, brushing it with her knuckles, almost tickling the girl. "I prefer to think of myself as… open-minded."
"I can't believe you told me that. This isn't… college! People would care."
"I trust you," Regina said, raising her hand again. She ran the side of her finger under Emma's bra, her fingernail making a soft noise against the material. "We have something in common."
Emma was about to ask what it was when Ruby burst back in, a tea tray in hand.
"Order up!" she said, setting it on the nightstand. She poured into two cups. "And if you give me a minute, I can even put on my waitressing clothes."
Regina smirked. "Or take a pair of scissors to the clothes you have on now."
For some reason, that sent a jolt through Ruby's body. She swung the teapot around too fast and knocked a tea cup off the tray and off the nightstand, down to shatter on the floor.
"Oh, Mayor Mills, your china! I'm so sorry!"
"That's alright," Regina said, her finger following Emma's bra like a cat with a string. She circled around Emma's side and for some reason the skin there was so damn sensitive. Emma felt herself hotly blushing, but maybe Ruby just thought it was from crying earlier. Regina was undressing her right in front of her BFF and she was letting it happen, maybe they both were, maybe all three of them. "Your punishment can wait until later," Regina teased, voice lilting.
Emma actually laughed as she felt Regina's fingers slide under her bra hook.
"It's getting late." Regina took a cup of steaming tea, her other hand steadily batting at the hook, pulling it away from Emma's skin and letting it bounce back, still connected, over and over again. "And someone here doesn't have a car. Ruby, call your grandmother and tell her you're staying over. Then phone Mary-Margaret and tell her Emma's having a sleepover with you."
Ruby glanced around like she was looking for Granny, and a lecture. "You want me to lie to Emma's mom?"
"No, you're telling the truth, just leaving out the location. We've been nice all week. We deserve a girls' night."
"It's okay," Emma said, "she's right." Supporting Regina as the woman pinched either side of her bra hook together, exposing the eyelets and hooks, ready to rip it away. A reward?
"Okay," Ruby nodded, backing out of the room. "I'll be right back to clean up the mess. Don't get out of bed."
"We won't," Regina assured her, smiling confidentially with Emma. She took her hand away, leaving Emma with her bra strap fully intact, snug against her suddenly-itchy back. It made her just… bite her lip. Wanting something else. "Here."
Her voice startled Emma out of her reverie. Regina had picked up the tea cup and was now holding it under Emma's nose. The scent was strong, but not overpowering. More like… a bouquet of fresh flowers, in a vase on the other side of the room.
"It smells good," Emma said, her hand shaking as she took hold of the tea cup. Regina held onto it as well, playfully keeping it from Emma's grasp. "What is it?"
"Herbal tea. From the mother country." Regina winked. "Back home, there's a legend that if two people in love drink it, they'll share a single dream."
"Glad I don’t have to worry about that. Scott probably dreams about sexy nurses."
Regina looked bemused. "Drink." She ushered the cup to Emma's lips. "It'll help you sleep."
Emma blew up on the hot tea. The steam seemed to whip back immediately after she'd exhaled, twice as thick. "Maybe we should wait for it to cool down."
Regina reached inside Emma's pants pocket and put a hand on Emma's thigh. "It's best when it's hot."
"And I'm not a big tea drinker."
Her hand on Emma's thigh exerting a gentle pressure, Regina pulled the tea away from Emma and brought it to her own lips. She tilted the cup slowly, delicately, and Emma had to strain her eyes to see the rich brown liquid lap at Regina's mouth. Her lips parted minutely, letting just a sip in before Regina lowered the cup. She swallowed, exhaled, licked her lips, her eyes closed through the entire process. Regina's body seemed to heat up with the warmth of the tea.
"It's a very good brew," Regina said. "Are you sure you wouldn't like any?"
"Maybe… a little…"
Regina had a wide smile as Emma took a sip. "That's the spirit. Never be afraid to try new things."
The taste was intense, something like honey and caramel, almost sickeningly sweet but then just the right amount of something else, with an almond-bitter aftertaste. And it did taste good warm. Not hot. Warm. A languid, summer warmth, like sweat in the sun. It eased down Emma's throat, down to her belly, and even lower—spreading through her whole body.
"Drink some more," Regina insisted, tilting the cup back so Emma had to drink. And she did. It tasted so good, the perfect counterpoint to the way Regina was stroking her thigh. Everything was warm and blurry, like a pleasant dream. Like none of this was real. It was all just a bedtime story. She hadn't broken up with Scott. She'd never even dated Scott. She'd always been with Regina, here, now, touching her and being touched by her. Drinking expensive tea and sharing secrets.
"You have such beautiful skin," Regina said, her voice low. Just for Emma. "Such a beautiful young body. I wish I had your body. But for now, some more tea."
Regina was touching Emma with both hands now. Her other hand was back at the bra hook, like Scott had tried to do so many times, but Regina had it open in one go, the eyelets and hooks separated but Regina's hand still holding it together. It still felt so much better than having the hook done up.
And it meant only Emma was holding the tea cup. She felt dizzy as she lifted it to Regina's perfect lips, reverent as she tilted it so Regina could drink. She watched Regina swallow, her throat working beautifully.
"Ahhh," Regina breathed. "That tea is good, isn't it? We must thank Ruby later."
"After she's punished," Emma tittered. It didn't sound like her voice, but that was okay. She liked this new, strange voice.
"Yes. After she's punished. Set the tea cup down, dear. It's all gone."
Emma let go of the tea cup. It landed on Regina's body, rolled off, and ended up on the bed beside them. A remnant of tea spilled out onto the bedspread, as dark as dried blood.
Emma giggled. She was liking this new voice more and more. It was like another person was speaking for her. Someone fun and adventurous and exciting. Someone who never got cheated on or grounded, who always knew what to say.
"I think young miss Emma is ready for bed," Regina said magnanimously, gathering up the cup in her slender fingers and setting it by the bed.
"Yes she is," Emma slurred. "But I have to get undressed first. My jeans…"
"Oh, we'll let Ruby take care of that." Regina's hand left Emma's pocket flap, patting her ass now. "No need to get up. She's very good at undressing."
Emma reached for the tea again before remembering it was all gone. She needed to be drinking something. "It's a little cold in here."
"Yes, it is. Put your arms around me, dear. I'll keep you warm."
Emma slipped her arms around Regina's waist. "What was in that tea?"
"Fairy dust. And ginseng."
"Mmmm. Can I take some home?"
"Certainly."
"I still have my shirt on, don't I?"
"Yes you do."
"Can you help me? I'm really tired."
"It would be my pleasure, Emma."
Shifting herself vertical, feeling Emma held upright against her body, Regina took hold of Emma's shirt and pulled it over the girl's head. It left her hair a mess, scattered everywhere, and Regina gathered it up and smoothed it out before she lowered herself back down to the pillow.
More importantly, she let go of Emma's bra. Its two halves dangled from Emma's back, skittering across her spine. Emma exhaled majestically. Sweet relief, having that pressure gone.
Regina started touching Emma again, tenderly rubbing where the bra had cut across her back cruelly. "Does that feel good, Emma?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Uh-huh."
"Then I should keep touching you. Touch you more…" Her warm, loving hands slid across Emma's back unimpeded. They went all the way to the sides of her chest, where being caught between Emma and Regina's bodies held the bra in place. The tips of her fingers, so tentative and yet so sure, brushed just the very outer reaches of her breasts. Barely enough for Emma to know she'd been touched at all.
"Wow," Emma moaned at the furtive little brushes, urging them on almost subconsciously. Her body was tingling. She didn't know if it was the tea or the touching. Or maybe just something inside herself. "Oh!" Regina had rolled them over suddenly so they were both on their sides, facing each other.
Suddenly, Emma could see all of Regina again, and the sight was enough to take her breath away. Regina was a vision, a goddess, her glasses put aside, her hair loosely cascading across her shoulders, one strap of her nightgown fallen away to allow the gown to falter, just clinging to her chest like a man hanging off a ledge by his fingertips. Through it, Emma could see the swell of her breasts, the sinfully red color of one hardened nipple.
And all Emma could do was worry. Her mother's daughter. "Ruby… will be back any minute…"
"No, she won't," Regina said confidently. "It's just us. Only the two of us in the whole world." Regina splayed her hand on Emma's belly. Her jeans were riding low, exposing the lace of her panties, and Regina's fingertips landed right on the elastic band. It felt like electricity was coming off them. "We can do whatever we want. What do you want to do, Emma? What do you want me to do?"
"Touch me," Emma said, her mouth dry. "I want you to touch me."
"Where?" Regina asked mercilessly. She dipped her hand just a little lower, brushing her fingers over the waist of Emma's jeans. The belt loops were bent out of place as Regina's fingers traveled. "Here?"
"No…" Emma was nervous even as she felt herself squeezing her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure gathering between them. She knew Regina would let it all out, make her explode like she had during the massage, but she couldn't—she just couldn't…
Regina was so understanding, it was like she was reading Emma's thoughts. "Higher then?" Her hand eased upward, the pressure at Emma's groin falling away but somehow the feel of Regina's hand crawling up her belly was even more intense, like a fire was sweeping through her body wherever Regina touched, a good fire, warm like a fireplace in the winter.
"Hi-gh-er," Emma trilled, her voice slow as molasses. Regina's hand obediently came up to her breasts, still covered by her undone bra. Barely The fingers came together, narrowing Regina's hand into a bullet, and she shot it under the bra, between Emma's breasts. It was an area that Emma hadn't even touched herself, not even when she masturbated, and it was unbearably sensitive. Regina's hand, rubbing up and down in the valley of her cleavage, the sides of her hands just nudging her breasts away, it was perfection.
"I think you like being touched there," Regina observed archly, her fingers lapping at Emma's skin like a cat's tongue.
"It's… alright…" Emma confessed. Her voice, the stranger's voice, was like one continuous yawn. She was relaxed, and the night air was exciting on her body, and Regina's touch was wonderful. Everything felt so different that it was barely like being in her body at all. Like she had floated away from her body, leaving it with Regina.
"What else would you like?" Regina whispered, a conspirator. "For me to come closer?"
The word seemed incredibly small as it slipped from Emma. "Yes."
Regina rolled them over again, more gently this time, almost letting Emma fall into place. Emma slid onto her back, the bra falling away somewhere in the sheets, and Regina mounted her. Her leg ended up between Emma's, the knee shoved up inside her thighs, but Emma barely even noticed. It was just another can of gasoline thrown into the inferno her body had become.
"Here?" Regina asked, bringing her hand up again, fingertips dancing in the hollow of Emma's throat, the heel of her hand pressing down firmly on Emma's burning breasts.
"Nooo…" Emma moaned. "Closer."
Regina laid down on top of Emma, their bodies slowly merging. Last of all, their breasts met. Emma felt Regina's nipples against her own, as hard as hers. On one side, she felt the satiny covering of Regina's gown. On the other, nothing but skin.
"Am I close enough now?" Regina asked, the heat of her breath on Emma's cheek.
"Not even… a little bit..." Between the pleasure and the sleep overtaking her, Emma couldn't open her eyes. She just let the other voice, the other her, speak.
With her free hand coiling under Emma, Regina suddenly pulled them together, crushing Emma's body to hers. Everywhere on Emma's skin, she felt Regina's warmth.
"How about now?" Regina demanded, bending her head to Emma's like a king offering his ring to a subject.
Emma knew what she had to do. Her body was screaming it at her. Her sex was wet, her skin hot, her inhibitions elsewhere. More by touch than by sight, she opened her mouth to Regina's soft lips. It wasn't like with Scott at all. It was slow, unhurried. At first, Regina just brushed her lips against Emma's, even when Emma opened her mouth. Then Regina applied the pressure, bringing their lips together with greater force so they were crushed together from head to toe, like fire meeting ice, their kiss a way for the steam to escape.
Regina made the kiss harder, harder, harder, demanding more from Emma, forcing her body to respond down to the innermost core. Emma gave willingly, opened herself as far as she could, but all Regina wanted was the kiss. She plundered Emma's mouth, not letting Emma up for so much as air, and Emma felt her hands hovering over her body, almost touching but not, tracing her from her moist cunt to her quivering breasts, finally stopping at her face, holding her still for more of Regina's passion. They kneaded her temples as Regina kissed her, twirled her hair, and Emma started making sounds. Weak, needing, hungry sounds deep within her body. She knew Regina could hear them; the Mayor smiled against her mouth and went on kissing her.
Regina pulled away slowly, with one last suckle at Emma's swollen bottom lip. Then she licked her own lips, tasting Emma on them.
"Fuck," Emma mewled, nearly asleep and about to come. She was so aroused, so goddamn horny, and yet there was a serenity to it, a safety. Regina had her. She was Regina's. Nothing to worry about. She could go to sleep if she wanted. And she was tired. Very tired… "Fuck me."
Regina came down again, lowering her lips almost to Emma's but not quite, and Emma didn't have the energy to lift herself that one little centimeter to Regina's wet, open lips. "In time, my sweet." Regina enjoyed torturing Emma with the feel of her breath against Emma's lips. The girl moaned almost painfully. It was delicious. "You must sleep now. You need your rest."
"Need to come," Emma begged once more, the words barely more than mouthed. "Come so bad…"
Regina rolled onto her back, cruelly depriving Emma of her heated body. God only knew how cold Emma must've felt in that instant. "I know, dear. And you will soon enough." Mercifully, she dragged Emma back to her, resting the girl's head on her breast.
Emma couldn't fight anymore. She lost herself in the endless warmth of Regina's flesh and sleep took her at last.
Regina stroked Emma's hair, pleased with her conquest. She really did have a lovely body. "Sweet dreams."
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