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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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Emma dropped her bike in Regina's yard. She was dressed in jeans and a denim jacket, her blouse the one she wore to church, her bra and panties plain Hanes but clean as could be. Not exactly a picture of seduction, but Storybrooke got cold at night and she wanted to survive the ride over.
She paced on the lawn a moment, trying to think of what to stay, then just took the key Regina had given her and unlocked the door. No more waiting. The words would come. They would.
The house was dark, quiet. No Ruby. Emma could just tell. She crept through the empty house, sneaking one moment and almost stampeding the next. Finally, she came to Regina's bedroom. She stopped. Raised her hand to knock, then brought it back down. Lower and lower, until she touched the doorknob. It turned.
Inside, the curtains were open, letting in just a trickle of light from the moon. The moonlight ran like quicksilver over everything; Emma caught a glimpse of a coiled figure in the king-sized bed before a cloud passed over the moon. The only light was dull, peeking over her shoulder from the hallway outside. Afraid it would wake her, Emma slipped inside and shut the door behind her.
The eclipse ended. The light spread slowly, touching the bed, then satin sheets, then a pair of arms crossed together, fingers interlocked as if in prayers. The nails were painted as red as fresh apples; the color shot out at Emma through the white bed sheets and silver light. Regina.
She stepped closer. The curtains shifted, the light with it. She could now see Regina's hair, spilling over her pillow; her eyes moving under shut eyelids. Her lips, pale but still with the washed-out remnants of her lipstick, like dried blood on a vampire's mouth. They moved with each breath, not making a sound. Making it seem as if Regina was whispering something. Emma never stopped herself. She drew closer and closer, eager to hear.
It was funny how innocent Regina looked as she slept, considering how her sexuality had fixed itself in Emma's mind. Her face relaxed somehow; there was something about her that didn't ache. She seemed very young and a little vulnerable, lying there. Emma imagined her first time, Emma's age or younger, or older. How had she described it? All she'd said was that it had been amazing.
But she couldn't have known that going in. She'd have been nervous, scared. And she probably hadn't had to wake her lover up first. Maybe Emma should put on coffee?
No. No, she shouldn't. Emma bent over Regina, not quite sure what she was doing as she did it. Regina's hot breath caressed her cheek as their faces drew closer. And Emma realized: I'm going to kiss her.

Their lips met like—Regina would laugh if she heard Emma say this—magnets. Like there'd been something keeping them apart and now it'd been removed, nature was taking its course, they were kissing. At first, they were just touching mouths and Emma didn't see what the big deal was. Then Regina awoke.
She responded enthusiastically, took it to another level. Emma felt a tongue in her mouth, stimulating places she didn't know she had, and a hand on the back of her neck, the nails dug into her skin. It tingled, her lips tingled, her whole damn body tingled.
Emma only opened her eyes when Regina drew back. She saw Regina staring back at her, Sleeping Beauty awoken by Princess Charming. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown, expensive chocolate, polished leather. The big brown eyes of a Disney character. Emma giggled a little, pulling back some, working it down to a smile as she bit her lip. She imagined she could still taste Regina, but if she could, Regina tasted vaguely of her raspberry lip gloss.
"Am I dreaming?" Regina asked her.
"No. I, uh," Emma didn't know what to do with her hands. She caught one making for Regina's bare arm, trying to stroke it. "Had to see you."
"See me?" Those big brown eyes slanted a little. "I don't think those were your eyes I felt on my lips."
"Sorry—not, like, that sorry." Emma giggled again. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she giggling? "I can't stop thinking about you. And I don't want to. Stop. I just want to do more than think."
Oh God. Oh, God. Could that sound lamer? Emma stood up—her butt had almost parked itself on Regina's mattress—and almost ran out the door. The only thing stopping her was that, in the dark and unfamiliar room, she'd probably run into a closet. What was she saying? This sounded ridiculous, all of it, everything was just—
Regina reached out and took her hand. Immediately, Emma felt a kind of warmth. Not in her hand. In her breast. "I feel the same way." Regina's long, bare legs flashed out from under the covers and settled on the floor as she sat up. Emma could've gasped; even in the moonlight they had a golden glow, runner's muscles, a perfect tan. Her mind blitzed her with images of running her tongue over every languid curve of them.
And Regina felt the same way. Wait, as what? As her?
"As me?" Emma asked, strangling another giggle.
Regina smiled—Emma had to think it—lovingly. "Yes, Emma. As you." Then she darkened, brow furrowing. "I've had no idea what to do about it. There've been other girls, but they were… arrangements. There was fondness, affection, but we always understood there was a limit on it. With you—I feel like I'm someone else. Someone I can't control."
Emma's mind was racing, no, exploding. She'd never even imagined this. She thought Regina might wake up and present her with a contract like Ruby's—Form 32B, for kinky lesbian sex. And that was enough, that was more than enough. But to hear that Regina had some kind of… feelings…
"You're so beautiful," Regina said, as if sensing Emma's swirling fears. She stood, seeming to tower over Emma. A comforting shelter. "And so young, in the best possible way. Full of hope and love. You have so much love to give, don't you Emma? And so few are worthy of all that you have to offer."
Her hand slipped up from the folds of her robe. She was wearing some kind of kimono, covering her from shoulder to floor. Even her feet were covered. It drove Emma wild, imagining her under that. Was her skin was sweaty as Emma's had been? Did she have as many goosepimples? Were her breasts rising and falling with the same panting breaths.
Regina's hand approached Emma's face. Emma thought she might melt before it got there. "But because you're so young…" Regina spoke haltingly, her hand stopped, quivering, in mid-air. "People might not understand. Even I don't… understand. I feel this connection to you—"
"I feel it too! Because it's real!" Emma sounded like she was pleading.
Regina smiled. Her hand dipped closer. "I know it is. But… Emma, are you sure you know what you're getting into? I won't pretend you're the first…"
"I know about Ruby."
Regina's eyes darted around for a moment before returning to Emma. "Ruby I can… handle. This town sees her a certain way. You… you're the schoolmarm's daughter. Have you thought this through, Emma? Really thought it through? We'd never be able to… attend a wedding together, or hold an anniversary dinner, or even own a dog!"
"We could go to the wedding separately and meet up there. We could tell everyone the anniversary dinner is for Columbus Day or whatever. The dog could spend half a week at my place and half a week at yours!"
Regina's smile was achingly perfect. That was the look of a woman in love, Emma thought, it had to be. It was so beautiful. "I'm not even sure what to do now."
"I'd really like to kiss you again," Emma blurted out. "Or, uh—" She touched the tips of her pointer fingers together. "We could do what you did with Ruby."
"I don't think you're quite ready for that." Regina's hand dropped to her side. "Maybe you could come back in the morning and we could… watch a movie. If Mary-Margaret's noticed you're gone, she must be worried si—"
Emma surged forward, meeting her lips with Regina's like a battering ram hitting a gate. She heard Regina actually squeak and finally, finally, felt the Mayor's hands settle around her body. Just on her hips, and the small of her back, but it felt like a leg she'd been favoring had finally stopped hurting.
They only stopped when Regina staggered backward along with Emma, her legs hit the bed, and she fell over. Landed on her back atop the bed, her kimono falling open to her collarbone and one long leg emerging whole from the slit. Emma stood over her, wondering what was stopping her from lying on top of Regina and kissing her until she found someplace better to put her lips.
"I need you," Emma said, shucking off her jacket. Regina watched, her eyes gratifyingly wide, as Emma stripped off her good blouse. "I've been thinking about this… forever! I need it, okay? I just…" She opened up her belt and peeled her jeans down, kicking those off before she let herself think anymore.
Regina sat up and Emma felt herself fall into silent. She just stood there, in her bra and panties. She'd never been naked in front of a woman before. Hell, no one had seen her naked, other than Leroy in that unfortunate skinny-dipping incident two summers ago. She was almost ready to take off her bra, her panties, but she couldn't. The realization hit like a bomb: she wanted Regina to do it. She wanted Regina to be the one kissing her, touching her, making love to her, not the other way around. She wanted to be wanted.
She almost cried at the sudden thought that Regina didn't want her, that this was all… letting her down easy. She sniffled and bit her lip and controlled herself as Regina scooted to the edge of the bed.
"It's amazing," Regina said slowly, reaching out reverently to place two fingers on Emma's stomach. She looked up at Emma, for permission, and evidently got it. Her fingers brushed over Emma's skin. Not anywhere… naughty, but not where she was usually touched either. Over her ribs, just over her panties; it was like Regina was literally getting a feel for her. "Amazing that such beauty walks our streets and no one pays homage to it."
"I love you, Regina." The words flew out of Emma's mouth. Then she giggled again, damnit. "Who else could I possibly be in love with?"
Regina looked up at her, her eyes big and brown again. "Are you sure you want this? Do you want me?"
"Yes," Emma breathed.
Regina leaned back onto her elbows, splaying herself before Emma. Her legs were almost bare, and most definitely parted. "Then have me."
"I don't… know…" Emma could barely breathe. Her mind was empty, all Regina, all the time, and yet a million places to kiss and touch and feel were displaying themselves right behind her eyes. She thought she'd been turned on before, but nothing could compare to the real thing, Regina Mills, beckoning her on, next to naked. Hers to undress, to make love to… "I don't know what to do either."
Regina dropped on her back. She crossed her legs. "Well… that part I do have some ideas about." She cocked her head. "Do you know what I was going to do before you got here?"
Emma shook her head. It seemed like a major accomplishment.
"I was going to touch myself."
Emma could've fainted.
"Would you like to watch that?"
"I'd like to help." Emma had no idea where that came from. A moment ago, she'd been sure she'd gone mute.
Regina reached down and untied the belt of her kimono. "Undress me."
Emma bent over Regina, hands going to her body as carefully as a surgeon working with a scalpel. Her hands felt like someone else's as they gently grasped either side of the robe, the material as soft as clouds between her fingers, and drew them aside.
This time, Emma did gasp.
All Regina wore was a nightie, cut high and with a hem that went across mid-thigh. On those terms, it was quite modest. But the material it was made out of was far thinner than the kimono, virtually gossamer. It was also almost translucent. With the barest effort, Emma could see everything underneath—Regina's skin, turned into alabaster by the combination of the moonlight and the tinting nightie. Her nipples, poking through the nightie, a deep, rich red that stood out on the white plain of her body like bonfires. And down below, between her legs—no, that was still hidden, a secret of shadows and clothing.
"Touch me," Regina murmured, eyes closed, head tilted back.
How could she? What if she got it wrong? What if she tickled her or prodded a bruise or, or ripped her dress?
Emma stood there, unable to move.
Regina's eyes opened sinuously. They settled on Emma like a snake eying a bird. "Are you scared?"
"Nervous," Emma corrected hastily.
"It's okay to be nervous." Regina propped herself up on one perfect arm, a shoulder strap falling down the other. "But you don't have to be scared. You're with me. This is just… a story you haven't told yet. There's no right or wrong thing to do. There's just things to learn." She reached out and took Emma's hand, a cheeky grin blooming. Emma couldn't help herself. She smiled along. "Things to learn about you… things to learn about me…" She brought Emma's hand to her mouth. Shortish fingernails, no nail polish. She kissed its back. "I want to know everything about you."
She kept kissing Emma's hand, over the fingers, the knuckles, the thumb, the webbing between fingers. Emma wondered if she could taste where she'd touched herself, smell it like a dab of perfume.
With one last, succulent suck on Emma's finger, Regina stopped playing and moved the hand over her face. Against her cheek, then down her throat. She made Emma feel her skin. It was warm, and goosepimpled like her body was clamoring for attention. Just like Emma's. Regina fed herself on Emma's touch, running the hand across her body from shoulder strap to shoulder strap. Her skin was clear, smooth, and warm. And human. Not untouchable, not unapproachable. Just a girl.
Then Regina lowered Emma's hand to her breast.
"Oh!" Emma said helplessly.
Regina smiled up at her, biting her lip in a show of nervousness. She covered it up quickly. "Do you like them?"
"Yes! Of course I do! They're… wow!"
Regina's face settled into smugness. "Yes, I like to think so. Feel it. Take your time. I know you want to."
As if she were tending a flower, Emma applied the slightest pressure. Regina's breast creased under her touch, filling her hand. It was soft. Impossibly soft, silk layered over silk, all warm like they'd spent the day soaking in sunlight. Her nipple was a tiny, perfect core of hardness in Emma's palm. Emma brought her hand back to touched it, amazed at the pebbled surface, the textured feel of it—and the way Regina's eyes closed as she was handled. Everything was so like her own body, only… more so. Finished. Perfected.
"Could you," Emma bit her lip, "could you turn around please?"
Regina's eyes fluttered open. "I get it. Hard to concentrate while I'm looking at you. Easier if we can do this a little blind. Or maybe you're just an ass-woman, eh?"
"No!" Emma said quickly. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with your ass…"
"How would you know?" Regina asked, shrugging her kimono off. "Unless you check?"
She turned over. Her bare ass peeked out from beneath her nightie. It was glorious. Tight and sleek, yet… substantial somehow, like a piece of fruit that'd ripened on the vine for the exact right length of time. There was just enough of it, toned and the same gilded color as the rest of Regina. Emma could just picture her sunbathing nude, making her whole body perfect…
And as she stood there, gaping, Regina rolled her ass at Emma like a stripper. Her nightie ended up scrunched over the ripe curves of her ass like magic. It nearly gave Emma a stroke.
The way she just stood there, she might've had one anyway.
Regina worked her way up to her knees, her nightie falling back over her. Internally, Emma screamed, but stopped when Regina reached back to touch her face. Her fingers moved as lightly as feathers. "You know, I've told a lot of people to kiss my ass." The fingers, shy but insistent, ushered Emma to her knees. "Maybe it's time someone actually does it."
And with a smile fixed on her face, Regina turned back around and presented her ass to an Emma no longer able to resist. She only had to do as she was told.
Leaning forward, Emma kissed the flare of Regina's wide hips. Nothing happened. No cops burst in, no laughing pranksters spilled out of a closet, no phone rang to interrupt them. Just a breathy little moan from Regina, barely there at all.
Emma moved along, pecking at Regina's waist, the small of her back, quick, breathless little snips of passion. Regina moaned again, but impatiently. She looked over her shoulder at Emma, expectantly. And, obeying her gaze, Emma moved lower. Into the places a bikini would cover.
She made a line right down the curve of Regina's ass, not too deep into unknown territory but decidedly there, and kissed her way to the back of Regina's thigh. Then she went back up, and kissed the sensitive flesh closer to the crevice. She remembered Regina massaging her there, how odd it'd felt to be touched somewhere she barely ever thought of. Was Regina used to the sensation or—
"Good girl," Regina said sweetly, virtually purring. Her body flicked up and down like a cat's. Emma had to move with her to keep kissing her, and she did. It wasn't just the feel of her ass; the way the flesh seemed more tender there. It was the knowledge that she was doing something she shouldn't, with someone she shouldn't, and getting away with it. If anyone ever found out, it wouldn't be for a long, long time.
Only now she didn't know what to do with her hands. Should she… touch herself? That kinda took a lot of concentration, at least if you wanted to do it right. And Emma hadn't cut her fingernails in a while. Maybe she should touch Regina? But then she just ran into the same problem as before. How did you touch a goddess? Wouldn't she smite you?
Emma moved to the other side of the ass, marking possibly the only time Regina Mills had turned the other cheek in her life, and as she did she set her hands on Regina's ankles. As if she were holding her down. As if she could.
"Oh," Regina went. "Mmm."
Emma had no idea if that was a good "Oh—mmm" or a bad one. Regina had her face happily buried in the bedspread, smile covered by her own hair. Emma moved her hands up, feeling the corded muscles in Regina's calves.
"Uh-huh," Regina muttered gently. "Yeah."
Emma went further, licking Regina from thigh to waist as her hands trailed up the mayor's thighs. When she looked again, Regina was biting her sheets. That was a good thing, right?
Her hands kept moving, making an executive decision to reach around Regina and dip between her legs. Emma only realized it when she felt what was there.
"Oh God. Oh God, you're so wet."
"Mmmmm," went Regina, definitely purring as she all-foured down the bed, her hips wagging from side to side even more than did when she walked. She turned over, her thighs crossing coquettishly. When Emma saw her face, she was biting her plump lip. "Taste me."
Panic ran through Emma like ice water. She couldn't do that, eat a girl out! She'd only ever seen that on The L Word, during Showtime's free preview week, and if there was more to it than shaking your head over a pair of panties, Emma didn't know it.
"Emma, come here," Regina said insistently, uncrossing her legs. Oh God. Oh Christ. She was dripping.

"I…" Emma began, finding herself crawling onto the bed along with Regina.
"It's alright," Regina assured her, moving her thigh to bop Emma's head. Her grin infectious once more. "It won't bite you. I might, so you're far safer down there than up here."
"Well," Emma said, and didn't have anything after that. "Wuh-wuh-well…"
"Do you stutter?" Regina asked.
"I don't think so… so…"
"Just come down here," Regina plied, moving her hand over her nightie. The scrunching material obscured, exposed her body in equal measure. "Learn my scent."
"I don't stutter," Emma said for some reason. She lowered her head, bowing before Regina. Held her breath. Released it, and inhaled.
Regina was… fragrant. Like a kind of rose Emma had never whiffed before, a kind of meal she'd never been served. It was perfume.
"Good work, my dear." Regina moved her legs, steepling them on either side of Emma's body. The thought stuck in Emma's head; she was between Regina's legs. "Now how about a kiss?"
"Down there?" Emma squeaked.
"Well, you can't expect any tongue action from me." Regina rolled her eyes. "It's our first date."
"What if I do something wrong?"
"Emma, I told you…" Regina's wandering hand pulled up her nightie. The other replaced it, running a finger inside her sex. It pulled away, glistening, to touch Emma's lips. Vacantly, she opened her mouth. Sucked on Regina's finger like a baby with a bottle. "There's nothing you can do wrong. Not when I'm this wet."
"Oh Christ, Regina…" Emma bowed her head once more. Mouth open this time. "Christ."
She kissed. She licked. She sucked.
She tasted.
Regina moaned, sighed, breathed, all in musical accompaniment to the love Emma was making with her tongue. It urged Emma on… assured her… comforted her… demanded of her. She didn't know how long she stayed, her head nestled in the older woman's thighs, her mouth filled withRegina, drinking of the sweetness Regina fed to her in a dream-like procession. Her world was all coos, murmurs, her name screamed like an answer from God. Time had no place in it.
At long last, she felt fingers in her hair, the pain of their tugging a perfect awakening from her enchanted slumber. She was pulled up to face Regina, a new Regina, her Regina. A Regina that was all lust and need and having.
"I'm coming," Regina said hoarsely, and forced Emma's head back to her sex.
Emma ate greedily, like a convict at her last meal, and Regina fed her to the point of gluttony. Dessert was the surge of honey in her mouth, the scream that half of Storybrooke must've heard. Then Regina's hands went limp in her hair and her legs turned to jelly around her ears. Regina flopped down on her back, waiting until she had enough air in her lungs to do anything. Emma laid with her head on Regina's stomach, looking up and watching her come back to herself.
If tasting Regina had gone on for hours, this was over far too soon. Almost immediately, Regina's head came up. She fixed her sights on Emma. Grabbed her by the bra and pulled their bodies together, kissing Emma so hard they both tasted the Regina on her lips. Then she rolled them around so she was on top.
"Your turn," she said, her smile altogether hungry.
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