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The intensity of the kiss rose in a furious dance of all consuming need. Having turned fully in the blondes arms, questing hands tugged the denim off strong shoulders in an effort to be closer, ever closer. The heightened sensitivity ‘pon every inch of skin longed to be touched by Emma Swan.
The blonde was the first to break their connection, the need for air too great. Eyes sparkling with sincerity the queen feasted greedily upon the porcelain beauty that so happlessly invaded her life.
“What are you doing to me Miss Swan?” it was a rhetorical and breathless murmuring.
Face to face barely an inch separated them from tasting eachother again, their smiles full of adoration.
“I’m ….. I’m sorry I can’t help it, I think you put a spell on me Mills,” she leaned into kiss again lingering on her bottom lip, “can’t get enough of you.”
Reginas quiet chuckle, made Emma melt, there wasn’t a thing she didn’t like about Regina Mills.
“As much as I’m enjoying this and would very much like to continue, and believe me when I say ‘enjoying this’ is an understatement. Perhaps we should dial it down a tad?”
The blonde blushed in an uncharacteristic girlish manner, truth be told if Regina was in, she would have made love to her, wait what.... ‘make love’ no she meant have sex...yes sex, right there on that fancy rug overlooking Puget sound.
“Yeah, you’re right” their breathing had calmed, but they remained locked in an embrace.
“I’m sorry” she felt compelled to offer her apologies again.
“Hush dear, the truth is I liked it so much, I like you so much. I fear if we continued I would not be able to stop myself from making love to you right here.
And there it was. They would have definitely made love. Sigh.
“You should get ready for bed, I’m going to brush my teeth”, with a last lingering touch they finally separated.
“The blonde changed quickly heart racing she knew reining it in was wise. She was worth waiting for, she was worth sincere passionate kisses. Regina Mills was worth everything she was scared to venture into again. She was an investment in true happiness dare she even think it - true love.
If this was truly going to go the distance they needed to continue to build their connection and look after their budding relationship.
The way her body burned though was an entirely different thing, it was not just a physical need it was an emotional soul thing.
Emerging from the ensuite Regina smiled warmly at her.
“Bathrooms free” as she breezed past the blonde she pulled a pale hand to her mouth dropping feather light kisses.
Emma could not help the hitch in her breath, as her eyes shut briefly, fluttering in a moment of bliss.
She lay her makeup bag on the opulent vanity, taking a moment to just breathe ….just breathe.
Swilling her mouth and flossing before brushing she grinned sheepishly as she placed her brush next to Reginas.
The room was dark the only light was that from the glorious view. Light bending and refracting on the water dancing like stars serenading the night.
Momentarily standing at the foot of the bed gazing at the view.
“Come to bed cielo.”
She blushed at the pet name.
Two nights in a row she found herself face to face with the most exquisite woman she had ever laid her eyes on. Eyes adjusting silhouettes and form coming to view. They lingered in their gaze drinking in the presence of one another.
Regina traced her face, the high cheek bones, her brow, that beautifully chiseled chin. Fingers dancing gently upon kiss swollen lips. The blonde mirrored the action, it was impossible for either of them to stop touching, feeling the other.
“I like you so much Miss Mills,” came the slighty raspy confession
“And I you cielo, thank you for being here with me. Please don’t run away in the morning Emma.”
There was a quiet pleading in her voice harking back on their earlier discussion.
“I promise”
They kissed with a slow resignation of acceptance that they were both in it together.
They drifted off, Reginas face buried in the crook of her neck an anchoring weight of tranquility. Arms wrapped possessively around the other.
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The soothing voice of Bill Withers, roused the blonde from rest
When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
A lovely day
Regina stirred, Emma felt a warm hand creeping up her back. She luxuriated in the sleepy touch, the involuntary moan that escaped her lips made her hips rock ever so slightly.
Slowly green eyes opened her nostrils filling with the scent of apples and lavender, the lazy smile acknowledging the presence of the beauty snuggled in her arms.
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
A lovely day
It was indeed the loveliest of days to wake up next to Regina Mills.
Blindly she reached for her phone silencing her alarm, happy to watch with adoration.
Several minutes later, the brunette stirred again. Emma felt the warmth of her breath on her neck, then a kiss it was languid and gorgeous. She breathed deeply trying to still the rapid beating in her chest.
"Morning" came the sleepy rasp, then brown eyes found hers.
Sleepy Regina Mills was adorable and effortlessly sexy, her face glowed from the obvious restful state she had been in, her eyes though heavy shined, brown orbs took on a more rich honey brown. Even with tousled hair she was a magnificent sight.
Her smile was genuine, Emma pulled her so she was fully on top of her and kissed her deeply arms finding the small of her back keeping her as close as possible. The kiss was delicious, they worshipped each other. Tongues lavishing and caressing communicating in a sensual dance. Soul deep energy pouring into each gasp and moan, as hips rocked in sync in an all consuming need to sink into the other.
Reluctantly they parted, with eyes only for one another.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
Pale hands roamed silky skin in a soothing motion, while the queen melted further surrendering to the trembling feeling of falling in love.
She pressed her forehead to Emmas, “I like you so much Emma Swan,”
“And I you my queen.”
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It was still early, a quarter to 6. The blonde ran most mornings, she loved the crisp air biting at her skin as she pounded the pavement lungs gasping for air. It was freeing and she loved watching the city come to life. She was not vain but staying in shape was important to her. There were cosmetic benefits of course but initially it was about survival 18 years in the foster system bred the runner in her for necessity.
This morning there would be no running.
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“Henry will be up soon Regina, perhaps we should get up?” the words were whispered into full lips.
“I know, but we don’t have to get out of bed, he usually comes in for cuddles.” The look of mild panic on the blondes face told her all she needed to know.
“Hush, look at me.” She waited for Emma to focus completely on her. “What we’re doing isn’t wrong Emma, he’ll come charging in here regardless, he’ll have questions. Things in his world are simple and we’ll answer him truthfully and we’ll go about our morning as we would normally, except this morning we have a house guest and you will have the privilege of meeting the most devastatingly charming version of Henry Mills.” She quelled the doubt with a kiss.
She hovered an inch from pale lips, with a salacious whisper, “he won’t charm the pants of you though, that’s my job … maybe the third date cielo.”
The laughter that came from both women instantly calmed any lingering anxiety and doubt. Tick, Regina Mills could make her laugh with her dry witt and sarcasm.
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Thundering steps got louder as he approached the master suite.
Beautiful hazel eyes found hers as he clutched the covers to pull himself up onto the bed
“Mama”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him the rest of the way, she lay on her back while he lay flat on top of her. She rubbed his back with one hand as the other snaked out to hold Emmas. Their house guest lay on her side propped up on an elbow, admittedly the nerves were there, but she felt so incredibly blessed to be there with them, to see Regina so happy and content. She realised that she was seeing something few would ever see.
Little hands held her face, god he was cute unbelievably cute!
“Mornin mama.” Reginas smile could not be anymore beautiful Emma decided.
He kissed her on the lips soundly then pulled away while she peppered his face with more kisses while he giggled.
Damn these Mills’ had adorable in spades she thought.
He continued to squirm while she lifted his belly to her face an blew sloppy raspberries causing him to erupt into full on laughter. Finally she relented and he straddled her belly, his poking out over his batman boxer briefs. This kid hadn’t even layed eyes on her yet, but as far as Emma was concerned his charm game was tight, she was hopelessly enchanted by this little man, and the way he fiercely loved his mama. That melted her heart.
“Henry, mi amor, mi vida” she spoke softly into his skin cuddling him, breathing him in.
“Mama” he sighed.
Regina didn’t prompt him, this was their morning ritual. He would lay eyes on Emma soon enough, for now she would enjoy her Henry bear cuddles.
“Good sleep mama?"
“Si mijo, you?”
“Si” he buried his face in her neck.
Regina squeezed Emmas hand knowingly.
Finally he sat up again, eyes landing on the blonde.
She took a steadying breath. Here we go.
He smiled shyly, as his mom sat up leaning back into the headboard. He instinctively leaned in close to her eyes still locked on the smiling blonde.
“Hello” his voice was little but very clear.
“I’m Henry, you look like a princess” his little face scrunched up in thought.
“Did you had a sleep over wiv mama? I didn’t seen you before only aunt Mary, aunt Marian and Kat haves sleep overs wiv mama before... good sleep? What's your name, you pretty!”
Emmas smile just grew as she listened to the little prince. While Reginas look of adoration and pride poured, that was her boy, naturally curious but so beautifully charming.
“Hi Henry, it's lovely to meet you. I’m Emma.” before she could continue a little hand was thrust before her , she chuckled before clutching it, this little guy was the man of the house she was going to give him a firm handshake .
“I think you’re so cute Henry and handsome, are sure you’re not prince charming?” she gave him a cheeky wink, he giggled into his moms neck before turning back to her eyes gleaming with delight. “I not, that’s my uncle David.” “He must be super charming to beat you?” “He is, even mama and aunt Kat calls him charming, he’s my best uncle.” “Well maybe I’ll meet him one day.” He touched her face and then her hair, he was just like his mom. Tactile and unafraid to communicate with touch.
“Man I had the best sleep over with your mom, do you know comfy this bed is?” she whistled and flopped back to punctuate her point. He rolled into the small space between his mom and the blonde.
“I know, but my bed is better, it’s a batman bed. Look I gots batman boxers” he pulled the fabric of his briefs “see Emma,” he tapped her arm with his other hand.
Both Emma and Regina laughed heartily.
“Henry Mills, how did you know I love batman? Are you magic?”
She couldn’t help it, she picked him up and hoisted him into the air, he spread his arms out as if he were wearing a batman cape. She carefully lowered him down intending to lay him back between herself and his mom but he cuddled her instead.
She cuddled him back and looked over to Regina, mouthing ‘ oh my god’ she felt a wave of emotion come over her. Love, love and love. Regina kissed her forehead and then the back of his head.
This is what she wanted, mornings just like this. Emma Swan by her side and her little prince.
When they separated he kissed his mom rolled his little body over hers landing with a thud on the thick rug.
“My tummy is very hungy mama” he yelled as he ran toward the hallway.
Emma swiftly straddled her queen and kissed her, “he’s beautiful inside and out just like his mama” she whispered. Regina held her waist thumbs lazily skimming warm skin.
“You’re beautiful” she whispered back, “thank you for just being you with him, that’s all he needs from anyone, I don’t know who was charming who.” they both chuckled.
“I think I like him better than I like you” she joked before trying to get away, but Regina tackled her, they were both giggling like a couple teens. Regina leaned in for a chaste kiss.
“You’re stronger than you look, all that dancing huh?”
“You have no idea what this body can do Miss Swan” *wink
“I’d love to find out eventually Mills”
“I told you already cielo, that’s the third date, but right now we should get breakfast sorted.” She pivoted off the bed and padded into the ensuite.
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"I’m going to start breakfast, freshen up, but the morning rule here is we eat breakfast together in our pj’s. Join us when you’re ready."
Emma reached for a fresh wash cloth and wiped grains of sleep from her eyes, appraising her reflection. She was happy and it showed. She swilled some mouthwash foregoing fully brushing, she would take care of that after breakfast.
The exotic aroma of coffee hit her as it permeated through the vast space of the apartment, she stopped to admire it, it was impressive but it had that something special that made it feel homely. Perhaps home really lay in the people rather than the place.
The living space seemed bigger this morning somehow, the sun peaking through the floor to ceiling windows gave one the feeling of floating, like the highrise and the sky were one seamless space.
It wasn’t even 6.30am yet the morning felt so full already.
To her surprise Regina Mills looked completely at home in the kitchen Henry was still shirtless but wearing a batman apron while his mom wore a catwoman one. He was perched on a bar stool supervising while she flipped pancakes and turned bacon sizzling on a back hob. Another shallow saucepan was also on, eggs perhaps?
It was only then that Emma realised they were both singing, and there was a faint crackle of vinyl in the background, they were singing Sinatra.
Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it that good turtle soup or merely the mock?
She chuckled at Henry as he sang, he punctuated each word into a wooden spoon …..god this kid was magic.
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Is it for all time or simply a lark?
She could hear Regina’s rich sultry voice singing along with him, they had obviously done this many times they were so in sync and you could tell this was truly them, not a show for anyone.
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long last love?
Henry pretended to serenade his mom before kissing her cheek, ready for the next verse.
Two polite knocks interrupted the duo.
Henry leapt from his perch and raced to the door, Regina reminded him to walk while plating bacon, eggs and pancakes onto a large serving platter. Henry swiftly grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her along. He opened the door,
“Mornin Manuel”
“Good morning little man, he held his gloved hand out for a high five”
Noticing their house guest he gave her warm smile and curt nod
“Good morning maam”
“It’s just Emma,” she winked “good morning Manuel.”
They stepped aside allowing him to push the breakfast service into the apartment.
“Good morning Miss Mills, we have toasted sour dough, a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice and apple juice for the prince,” when Regina smiled at him he blushed, Emma couldn’t help the grin. Manuel clearly had a crush on her queen.
“Good morning Manuel, thank you for this. I appreciate you bringing it up so quickly and right on time too.”
“You’re very welcome, will that be all?”
“Yes thank you”, Regina pushed a crisp bill into his hand and squeezed his shoulder.
He averted his eyes as he turned to leave, catching Emmas.
“Enjoy your breakfast ladies, little prince. It was very nice to meet you Emma.”
“You too Manuel.”
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“Come Emma you sit here” he tapped the chair.
“Wash your hands mijo and find a t shirt please” he darted off
“Yes sit there Emma", Regina chimed in.
“How, …..how did you do all this in 10 minutes?” the look of sheepish confusion was amusing.
“Magic.” she planted a quick kiss just as Henry came to join them.
“I had to call the kitchen for the juice and toast though, we haven't been here in the three days so I haven’t had the chance to go by the store.”
Next thing she knew, there was, cutlery, plates and other smaller plates. A french press with the most heady coffee that made her salivate. Then there was Regina, and Henry on either side of her. Regina squeezed her hand and proceeded to serve Henry’s breakfast.
“Help yourself Miss Swan.”
Emma got up and poured Henry half a glass of apple juice while she poured equal amounts of orange for herself and Regina. She then took the tray of sour dough toast and butter serving both Mills dropping a buttered slice on her own plate before sitting down with her queen and prince.
They ate in comfortable silence, Henry was a good eater. He enjoyed food and something about that made Emma fall a little in love with him. While Regina ate a modest amount enjoying the freshly squeezed orange juice. She hummed in appreciation. Emma could only watch. Every thing seemed to captivate her.
She followed suit and downed her juice in one go, it was sweet and fresh and not like the store bought stuff she usually had, everything had this air of refinement but not once did it feel snobbish.
She watched Henry plough through his last pancake.
“Mama is the best cooker Emma”
“She is, I think I’m going to keep her Henry.”
His brow creased, “but you have to keep me too, cause Henry will be hungy without mama and she will miss me very much.”
Regina stared at her little boy he never took to anyone so easily, the way he had with Emma warmed here immensely.
“Only if you’ll both keep me back, is that a deal Henry?”
“Yip, we can keep Emma k mama.”
Her brown eyes shone, she wanted to cry and laugh and kiss them both.
“Si mijo.”
She poured coffee, adding a small amount of sugar and cream for Emma while keeping hers black.
“It’s not a flat white but I think you’ll find it's just as good.”
”Killer breakfast, excellent coffee, even better company and a Sinatra croon, damn you’re the full package Mills.”
“And the days barely begun Miss Swan.” Their easy banter felt good, it was nice to sit like this in the morning, start the day right.
Henry disappeared into his bathroom insisting on showering himself. Bathing was usually an evening event, having missed his bath the night before a shower was in order.
Both women quickly cleared up stealing kisses and touches over plates and coffee cups.
Regina slipped into Henry’s bathroom to check if he was okay. She made his bed and lay out a pair of chinos, denim shorts and two shirts a baby blue polo and a white henley.
Emma watched,
“Why’d you double up?”
"Saves the squabbles over what to wear, he gets to choose from what I lay out, he makes the final decision makes him feel like a big boy. He chooses his own shoes, it’s a win win situation."
Just then he emerged wrapped in a batman towel hair sticking in every direction.
"You can have a shower if like, he still needs a little help to get dressed."
“Cool, I won’t be long.”
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Emma thought the shower at the club was incredible but it had nothing on this. It had jets and three shower heads and varying speeds and pressure and it had wait, were those speakers? Really she shouldn't be surprised by that discovery. The latina could not only dance but, naturally she had a strong affinity with music. From what Emma knew she had impeccable musical taste that was not only vast but had a richness and diversity to it that gave her a cultured kind of sophistication. She imagined her stripping off after a long day dropping a sexy groove and unwinding beneath the spray of water. That was something she'd eventually hope to see.
She smiled and shook her head, they would get there ….on the third date. She finished up allowing one of the jets to massage her back, working an old niggling injury from the street.
The warmth of the heat lamps made drying quick, she blow dried the top layers of her hair, having avoided getting it completely wet, before applying conditioning serum to her ends and moisturising her body. She made short work of flossing and brushing before stepping into the walk in. The walk in had a chaise and large mirrors, and a makeup vanity in a separate nook. She pulled the lingerie from her bag and ran her fingers over the lace and silk. She admired the ensemble, it looked good on her and made her boobs look….wow. She sat beneath the lights and applied her makeup, very minimal but it always made her feel a little more feminine in a precinct where she was one of only 6 women.
Her blues hung from rack with a row of blazers and coats, she pulled a pair of form fitting slacks and shirt. The pride she took in the uniform meant she always looked sharp. Always. Pulling her slacks on she left the fly and clasp open while she put on her shirt.
Regina Mills had walked in, distracted by a message on her phone.
When she finally looked up to see the sexiest woman to ever grace the Seattle PD uniform. Her phone slipped from her fingers and her breath hitched as she raked her eyes over the royal blue lace beneath the contrasting deeper blue of her open slacks and shirt. Then there were milky plains of actual abs framed by the subtle lines of a v cut torso. “Fuck,” she murmured.
She didn't bother to continue dressing she simply walked towards the brunette with a teasing smirk. Was she swaggering? Hell yeah Emma Swan could swagger!
“See something you like Miss MIlls?”
Regina pulled her closer by the hem of her shirt. “Love my girl in a uniform, this is very VERY nice, mmm and you smell divine as well” she spoke straight into pale lips.
She ran her hands up those glorious abs, and moaned when she felt Emma twitch and flex. Her hands roamed further taking in the bra Emma looked stunning, it was a front clasp and she thought about how easy it would be to flick it open. They were both breathing hard, she could see Emmas nipples standing to attention and felt the delicious tightening of her own. She desperately wanted to put her mouth on those milky globes, bite ‘n suck and mark Emma as hers. Her eyes darted down to the matching thong she allowed a hand to skim the band of lace, it would be so easy just to fuck each other against the wall right now, she knew Emma was thinking the same thing. The blonde hissed as Regina playfully tugged at the lace thong.
“I like everything I see officer. I like it so much.”