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Emma isn’t entirely sure how they got here. They’re curled up on the couch in Regina’s living room, knees angled towards each other. Regina is sitting close enough that Emma can see the pretty pink flush blooming high in her cheeks, a result undoubtedly of the now-empty wine glasses sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
Regina watches her, dark eyes unblinking and shifting in the warm light of the fire. So pretty, Emma thinks, and catches herself wanting to reach out and draw her thumb along the curve of Regina’s bottom lip.
She shakes herself. Not the place nor the time, so she tries really hard to think of the most disgusting, vile, disturbing thing she can conjure up in her head –
“So, Maleficent?” Emma blurts without really thinking it through. Dammit, so much for being subtle.
Regina’s eyebrows furrow. “What about her?”
Well, it’s too late for Emma to backtrack now. “You’re, uh, close. Really close,” Emma says, feeling her own cheeks warm.
Regina raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. So damn pretty. “Are you asking if we’re having sex?”
“Yes,” Emma says immediately, then balks. “I mean, no, more like if you’re in a relationship. Yeah, that.”
“No.” Regina’s definitely smirking now, and Emma feels like she might be laughing at her if she weren’t so nice. “We are not in a relationship, nor are we having sex.”
“Oh,” Emma says, vaguely blindsided. And maybe a little elated, too. She leans back against the couch, Italian leather and insanely comfortable. “Were you ever having sex? I mean, in a relationship.”
“No, Maleficent and I have never had sex, nor been in a relationship.” The corners of Regina’s eyes crinkle so pretty when she smiles, Emma notices unhelpfully. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious,” Emma says quickly, too quickly. She ducks her head and picks at a loose thread coming out of the couch cushions, Regina’s gaze heavy on her.
A moment. Then Regina’s eyes soften, and she says, “I’ve never had sex with a woman before.”
Emma’s head whips up, mouth open. “Seriously?”
Regina shrugs, and it’s her turn to look away. “After Leopold, I never really desired sex in the same way most do. I never felt the need. And now, I’ve just never had the time, with Henry with everything that’s always going on.”
“I’m so sorry, Regina,” Emma says, swallowing. She’s only heard bits and pieces of Regina’s relationship with Leopold, and every part of it has made her blood boil with rage.
“It’s in the past.” Regina shrugs, watching the fire crackle.
They lapse into silence.
“I, uh,” Regina pauses, refusing to look at Emma and eyelashes flickering, “would, perhaps, be interested in…”
It’s Emma’s turn to smirk. “You want to have sex with a woman.”
Regina blushes, then seems to strengthen her resolve. “Yes.”
Emma nods thoughtfully. She taps her chin as she thinks aloud. “Well, your first time should be with someone you really trust and know so you’re not uncomfortable. Do you have anyone in mind?”
Regina shakes her head, exuding an anxiety that Emma would never typically attribute to her. She’s watching Emma closely with something akin to desire, tongue darting out to lick her lips, and Emma blinks, sitting up fast.
She says, “I’ll do it.”
Regina gapes at her. “You?”
“Yes, me,” Emma says, slightly offended. “Why not me? We’re best friends so you trust me, and we raise a child together. Plus, I’m super good.”
Regina narrows her eyes. “Why is the last reason relevant?”
“Don’t you want your first experience with a woman to be good?” Emma asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer, instead bulldozing on in very typical Emma fashion, “Okay, it’s settled! I’ll be the first woman you have sex with.”
And that’s that.
True to her word, Emma is at Regina’s door the very next evening.
“Emma, what are you doing here?” Regina says as she lets her in. She follows Emma into the kitchen, who has become so comfortable in Regina’s home that she easily locates the wine and pours both of them a glass.
“We’re going to have sex!” Emma says, beaming. At Regina’s creased brow, she continues, smile dropping, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
Regina blinks. Swallows and shifts her feet. “I haven’t. I just didn’t expect for this to happen so soon.”
Emma shrugs and grins. “Early bird gets the worm.”
Regina hums, and then Emma watches in consternation as Regina downs the entire glass of wine in one go and pours herself another.
Emma takes a small sip from her own glass and clears her throat. “Regina, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. No hard feelings, and we won’t talk about this again.”
“I want to do this,” Regina says quickly. She ducks her head, but not before Emma catches a dusting of pink on her cheeks. So cute.
“You’re sure?” Emma peers at her over the edge of her glass, carefully studying Regina’s expression. There’s nothing that exudes fear, just a little nervousness. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
Regina meets her eyes, offering her a smile that reaches her eyes. “I trust you, Emma.”
“Okay,” Emma says, feeling the corners of her lips curl up, too. “Okay, let’s do this.”
Despite the exorbitant amount of time that Emma spends in the mansion, Emma realizes as they enter that she’s never really been inside Regina’s room before. Unsurprisingly, it differs little from the aesthetic of the rest of the home – cushy, modern feel. Not very Evil Queen at all, for which Emma is grateful.
Regina leads her in and stands, looking more awkward than Emma has ever seen her. If she were anybody else, Emma’s sure that she would be wringing her hands. Emma chuckles to herself and approaches, one hand going to Regina’s hip. The other cups Regina’s jaw, tilting her head up to face her.
Regina’s eyes are huge as she looks up at Emma.
“Is this okay?” Emma asks, voice husky. Her thumb brushes back and forth against Regina’s cheek as she steps closer.
Regina nods, and Emma closes the distance between them. Regina is soft, malleable against her, lips parting easily as Emma kisses her harder, opening her up. The hand at Regina’s hip pulls her in tighter so that they’re pressed up against one another, body to body. Regina’s arms loop around her neck, holding her close.
When Emma licks into her mouth, Regina makes a sweet little whining noise from the back of her throat that shoots straight down between Emma’s legs. Fuck. Emma walks them back until she feels Regina’s legs collide with the mattress, and then she pushes until Regina’s flat on her back and she’s hovering over her.
“Good?” Emma asks, admiring Regina’s kiss-swollen lips.
“Good,” Regina answers, voice raspy, and then she pulls Emma back into her, hands on her cheeks.
Emma breaks away to press kisses down the line of Regina’s jaw, then along the column of her throat. When she reaches the juncture of her shoulder and neck, Emma can’t help but bite. Regina arches off the bed and whimpers, her hands sliding up to weave in Emma’s hair. There’ll be a mark there in the morning, Emma thinks smugly, pressing the flat of her tongue against the bruise to soothe the pain now.
Regina’s wearing a dress – thank god – and it’s easy for Emma to locate the zipper in the back and slide it off of her. Beneath, Regina’s wearing black lace, pretty and hugging her curves all right and doing very little to hide anything at all. She’s breathtaking.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Emma murmurs, cupping her breast in one hand and palming it gently.
Regina whimpers and arches into her touch. So responsive, Emma notes with no little amount of satisfaction, and when she rolls Regina’s nipples between her fingers through the lace of her bra, Regina all but mewls.
Emma’s gone just like that.
She unclasps Regina’s bra easily, sliding it off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. Without a layer of clothing between skin and touch, Regina’s even more sensitive, pretty little whimpers leaving her mouth as Emma continues to play with her breasts, palming and rolling and twisting.
Emma shifts, and only when Regina whines does Emma realize that she has a thigh pressed between Regina’s legs. Emma acquiesces, pressing her thigh up harder, and Regina whimpers, fingers flying to clench in the sheets.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Emma murmurs, watching as Regina begins to squirm against her thigh in chase of friction. She’s wearing her jeans still, but she can feel Regina’s wetness seep through. “So desperate, hm?”
“Emma,” Regina gasps, her hips arching off the bed to rock against her. “Please.”
“Please what?” Emma asks, partially to tease.
“Please touch me.” Regina’s voice has taken on an uncharacteristically whiney tone, sweet and needy. Emma melts right then and there.
“Good girl,” Emma says on instinct, and Regina whimpers in response. Interesting.
Emma shifts down the bed so she can peel Regina’s panties off. Regina’s wet – dripping, really. When Emma cups her in her hand, her palm is wet immediately.
“You’re so wet, princess.” Emma slides two fingers through her, gathering wetness on her fingertips. She raises her glistening fingers to Regina’s mouth, and Regina’s cheeks redden immediately. “Clean them for me?”
Regina hesitates for half of a second before she takes Emma’s fingers into her mouth, sucking gently. Emma watches in awe, her own arousal gathering between her thighs at the way Regina’s tongue sweeps against her fingertips, the sweet moan that leaves her mouth when Emma pushes them deeper.
When Emma’s close to exploding, she pulls her fingers out with a pop and returns them to the apex of Regina’s thighs.
“I’m going in,” Emma tells her, and she begins to slide two fingers into Regina.
Regina’s tight, pussy clenching around her fingers and sucking her in deeper. Emma works her slowly, pausing when she’s knuckle-deep to allow Regina time to adjust. When Regina’s brows unfurrow, Emma begins to move.
The first thrust earns the prettiest whimper, so Emma does it again and again. Regina’s eyes squeeze shut, her hips arching into the touch.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Emma murmurs, spreading Regina’s legs further apart with a palm against her inner thigh. Regina whines. “Taking me so well.”
Emma fucks her slowly, taking her time as Regina opens up for her. Regina’s so wet that Emma’s entire hand is drenched in slick, a pool beginning to gather on the sheets beneath them. Regina shudders and whimpers beneath her as Emma curls her fingers, finding that spot that makes Regina see stars.
“There we go,” Emma coos, continuing to thrust her fingers as Regina moans. “My pretty, sweet girl. You look so pretty taking my fingers like this, so good.”
Regina arches when Emma gets her thumb on her clit, rubbing tight circles into her. Regina gasps and writhes against the mattress.
“Come for me, baby.” Emma leans down and mouths at Regina’s throat, nipping here, sucking there. Regina’s entire body trembles, and Emma knows that she’s close. “Come on, Regina. Be a good girl and come for me.”
That’s all it takes for Regina to fall over the edge. Emma watches, awestruck, as Regina shakes, whimpering as her cunt clenches tight around Emma’s fingers. She’s so pretty when she comes that Emma’s determined to see it happen again.
She continues to pump her fingers into Regina as she comes down from her high.
“Too – too much, I can’t,” Regina stammers, trying to squirm away. When that doesn’t work, she attempts to close her legs. Emma forces them apart with her legs, keeping her open and spread as she continues to fuck into her.
“I wanna watch you come again,” Emma murmurs, leaning in to kiss her. Regina responds after a moment, gasping into Emma’s mouth when she presses another finger into her. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Regina whines, and when Emma pulls away, there are tears gathering in her pretty eyes as she writhes. Her hips begin to rock into her. “Em-ma.”
“There we go.” Emma kisses the corner of her eyes, tasting salt on her tongue. “Doing so well, princess, pretty pussy taking me so well.”
Regina’s entire body is flushed as Emma continues to work her, and when Emma sinks her teeth into the skin at her collarbone, her back arches and freezes.
“That’s it, so good,” Emma murmurs, and Regina comes with a keen, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Emma fucks her through it, whispering words of praise until Regina relaxes against the mattress. Emma pulls her fingers free, and Regina whimpers.
“How are you?” Emma asks softly, brushing sweat-slick hair away from Regina’s face.
“Good.” Regina smiles up at her, eyes warm. There are tears on her eyelashes still. So pretty. “Thank you, Emma.”
Emma grins, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Anytime. Call if you want to do it again. I like watching you come.”
Regina swats at her, turning to face away from her. “You’re terrible.”
Regina does call. Many times. Turns out Emma is really good after all.