Emma Swan

WHEN? 13th of January, 2019  (after dinner)

WHERE? Regina’s house

WHAT? A long overdue discussion about making changes

REGINA MILLS:

Regina sighed contently at Emma’s hands on her body. She loved Emma’s hands. They weren’t extremely soft, they were even a tiny bit rougher than a general female hand but they were gentle and caring… loving even, as they moved over her body, which was something Regina had never experienced. Daniel and she never got to skin on skin contact other than their faces and hands. Everything else had been quite off limits. Leopold was more lustful than loving. He had always been quite respectful during, but had never given Regina the feeling that she was special or appreciated. He wasn’t rough or pressuring, although he did take what he considered his, which sadly included her and she went with it without resistance, young and naive, thinking she was obligated to. She’d never enjoyed it, not even once. Graham was more like her living sex toy. She could coordinate, plan what he would do. He could never surprise her, not a lot anyway… it didn’t feel real at all.

Emma… Emma was perfect.

Her girlfriend’s hands found her breasts and touched them above her clothes. Regina was glad she wasn’t too eager, because they were quite tender, but also very sensitive in a good way, which made Regina respond in an even more aroused manner, her hips jerking forward quite harshly and a whimper leaving her lips before she leaned down to kiss Emma again. 

EMMA SWAN:

Emma sighed happily and let Regina kiss her, getting lost in the feeling. Hands moved to Regina's blouse, working the buttons open with care while she swept tongue across the brunette's. When she finished, she let it hang open, hands smoothing over her shoulders, then coming to rest on either side of her neck, thumbs gently stroking. Emma wanted to take her time... she wasn't at all in the mood to rush.

And my guess is that we’re having a girl.

I hope that if I get a son, he won’t be too mad that I misjudged his sex.

His pride might be hurt that his ‘situation’… went unnoticed.

WHEN? 13th of January, 2019  (after dinner)

WHERE? Regina’s house

WHAT? A long overdue discussion about making changes

REGINA MILLS:

Regina smiled against Emma’s lips. She didn’t want to move either. “Hmm, someone likes the thrill of possibly being caught…” She said, her breathing ragged. She tilted her head back and enjoyed Emma’s lips on her neck. She hissed in delight as Emma left a hickey, not caring that she’d have to wear a scarf the next couple of days.

Regina felt a shiver run through her body and groaned in frustration at Emma’s words. “Who says you have to talk about it?” She asked before she kissed Emma deeply. “Just do it.” She added as her hips rocked against Emma, wanting a little relief. “Have your way with me.” She husked.

EMMA SWAN:

The open invitation had Emma humming against Regina's lips; a soft "mmmm..." that came accompanied by a flush to her cheeks. Having carte blanche was exciting, but all the same there were clearly some things she could not do with Regina in her current state, and she sifted through her options while slipped her hands under Regina's blouse and allowing herself to just touch. Regina's skin was always so soft and inviting and just the feel of it against Emma's hands made her sigh and she kissed her again, tugging insistently on her bottom lip.

WHEN? 13th of January, 2019  (after dinner)

WHERE? Regina’s house

WHAT? A long overdue discussion about making changes

REGINA MILLS:

Regina looked up at Emma with hooded eyes. “Please try not to ruin everything with talking.” She husked before she kissed her again, a little more lovingly than her words.

She hand her fingers still tangled in blonde hair as her thumbs stroked Emma’s cheeks. Then she freed one hand and ran it over Emma’s stomach before she let it land on her breast and squeezed it softly, groaning as she did so, feeling herself grow wetter by the second.

She pulled back, calming down a tiny bit. “We should take this to my bedroom… our bedroom.” She corrected herself as she panted a little.

EMMA SWAN:

The hand on her breast had her arching toward Regina, humming in appreciation. "Probably," Emma agreed, but made no effort to do anything of the sort, instead trailing open-mouthed kisses down Regina's neck and sucking hard at the warm, sweet skin where it met her collarbone. It would most certainly leave a bruise and Emma was so not even close to sorry.