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The nausea in Regina's stomach isn't from the 'poofing'. It was, once. In the beginning, when all the magic and sensations were new to her, she would often feel nauseous and disoriented from the teleportation. But right now, as a cool misty drizzle falls on and around her, the tightening curl in her stomach is fear. Emma was awake and what could that mean? Would she reject Regina this time? Sure, Hook had told them that Emma was under a spell, but could their love withstand what they had been through? The brunette knows standing in the cold, wet weather will not calm her writhing nerves and reaches for the door handle. Stepping inside a burst of warmth envelops her, setting a few of her aches at ease. She shifts her eyes to the corner where Emma had been the last time she was here but finds the sheets unkempt, and the bed empty. Just as she steps in the direction of the scene Mother Superior steps from behind a door to her right.
"Regina, I knew you would arrive quickly." The delicate woman says with a smile on her face.
"Yes, I-....is she..." Regina stammers. She clamps her mouth closed and exhales sharply. She has never been a babbling idiot, and she isn't going to start today.
"She is just washing up. I assure her you would be here quickly, but, well...you know Emma. She can be a bit stubborn." She takes a step toward Regina and gestures for the chair situated next to the bed the blonde had been in. "please, sit."
Regina covers the few paces to the chair and gracefully lowers herself into it, still working to rebuild her composure.
"Would you like tea, or coffee while you wait? It is quite dreary outside; I imagine you are a bit chilled." The woman moves to the opposite corner of the room where cups and decanters are set atop of a high table.
Regina shakes her head without speaking. As she sits images from the apartment flash into her mind and her rage begins to grow all over again. Even knowing many of the details now she is fuming with the pirate and still wants to make him feel every bit of pain he inflicted and more, be it by his own volition or vexing she didn't care. She feels the pull of magic in her veins and taps on her legs to center.
"Regina, are you alright?" The small, soothing voice shakes her from her thoughts, and she sharply shifts her eyes to blue ones. She clears her throat and nods her head. "Do you play piano? The way you were tapping your fingers, it was like you were playing a song." The bewilderment and wonder in the short woman's eyes burned into the brunette's skin.
"She does, and she is pretty damn amazing at it, actually." The answer comes from behind Regina, and she is on her feet in a fraction of a second.
"Emma..." Her eyes travel the woman's form up and down, searching for bruising, blood, and any evidence of what had happened to her, but there is none.
"Hello, Madam Mayor. Can we get out of here now? I'm starving." Emma's bright smile lights her face as she walks over to the other women.
A short laugh escapes Regina's lips "Of course you are." She begins to walk to the door.
"Umm, Regina, can't you just poof us to your house? These clothes Mother Superior gave me are a little small." She pulls at the hem of the shirt she is wearing to further emphasize her point. And she is right, there is a strip of skin peeking from under the shirt that Regina would, in any other setting, love to admire. "Thank you for them, though." She shifts her attention to the shorter woman. "Thank you for everything."
A nod is all she receives in response before she steps into Regina's space and wraps her hands around the woman's biceps. "Can we go now, please?"
"I see where Henry gets his impatience." Regina retorts with a chuckle, just as purple smoke begins to envelop both forms.
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The smoke hasn't even completely dissipated before Emma is pressing herself harshly against Regina and claiming her lips in a searing kiss. "Em..." Emma bites down on the red-painted lips as Regina tries to speak.
"I need you." Emma pants as she finally breaks away from the brunette.
Shock courses through Regina, as once again her eyes trace the other woman looking for any sign of injury. Emma takes Regina's face in her hands and pushes her head up until their eyes lock. "Regina, stop. You know Mother Superiors healing shit is good, I feel great. And I know you think I am an idiot, but I woke up in Storybrook feeling no pain and then you came to get me, alone. This means David and Mary Margerete are watching Hook because they wouldn't let you kill him. I have wanted this since before the curse, the wasted year, and the kiss." She moves forward and her lips brush lightly over the soft heat of Regina's lips.
The blood pumping through the queen's veins ignites and she pulls back. "Fine, but I want it to be in my bed, not in the living room. Clearly, you are still an idiot." Her lips lift in the corners as she turns and interlocks her fingers with Emma's leading them to the staircase.
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Regina barely gets the door closed before her back is pushed against it and the taste of Emma is on her lips again. Emma's entire body is pushed against her, molded to her frame, the warmth seeping between them. Emma's lips are frantic against her own. Devouring her like she is her last meal. Regina barely has time to catch her breath before she is pulled forwards and spun, the backs of her knees hitting the bed behind her. Emma wastes no time pushing her further still until Regina is on her back, fully clothed, with Emma on top of her again. "Fuck Regina, you are wearing too many clothes." The blonde captures Regina's lipstick-smeared lips in another bruising kiss before pushing her hand under the brunette's shirt. She feels Regina tremble under her and lowers her lips and teeth to the other woman's pulse point. She bites hard and digs her nails into Regina's ribcage and feels as the other woman's breath increases in speed. Emma savors the taste. Kissing and biting, digging her nails into Regina's ribs the whole time. After a moment she notices the breathing and trembles aren't slowing down and lifts her head. That's when she notices it, and it sends her heart plummeting into her stomach and her throat constricting around the very breath in her lungs. A wet streak running from the corner of Regina's eye and into her hairline. "Hey, Regina. Hey! Look at me." She instantly pleads, but the woman doesn't respond at all. Her eyes remained clamped shut and her breathing far too fast. "Regina, baby, hey, Regina...look at me, please!" She slides off the trembling form, her eyes never leaving the tear-stained face below her. "I'm sorry, please, please look at me, Regina."
Slowly brown orbs are revealed, and instantly Emma can breathe again. "I'm so sorry, Regina." She sits back on her legs, unsure of what to do or what she had done wrong. But the olive-skinned woman below her just shakes her head.
"No, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong." She wipes at the escaped tears and sits up on the edge of the bed.
"What...what happened?" Emma doesn't dare move. Instead, it is Regina who leans backward into the muscular form.
Regina takes a deep, steadying breath. "Can we..." She sits up and slides back to the head of the bed, patting the space next to her. Emma stands and walks to the head of the bed where she sits with her back propped against the headboard. Regina slides onto her, straddling her lap and resting her head on Emma's chest. She sits like this for a few moments. Listening as the rhythmic beating of Emma's heart calms her. Emma does not move, and she can tell the woman is scared to touch her any further. Once she is calmed she reaches for Emma's hands and guides them around her waist. "Emma, I haven't-" She lifts her eyes to meet deep ocean blue concern. "I don't let people have control, intimately. I haven't since I was married in the Enchanted Forest. My-..." She averts her gaze and fixates on a distant spot to her left. "In that realm, and at that time, who I was supposed to be as a wife. Leopold was not a gentle man." She exhales a long breath and brings her eyes back to Emma's. "Once that part of my life was over I never let anyone have that much control again. And, I know, I knew you weren't him. And I like rough." A chuckle bubbles up between them "I love rough, but I have always been in control of it."
"I'm sorry, I won't-"
"No, I want you to. I want to give you control, just..." She places a barely there kiss on Emma's light pink lips. "Maybe we start a little slower. I want you, too. I have wanted you for a long time. Now I have you and we..." She places her finger under Emma's chin and pushes her head up to meet her eyes. "We can take our time." She moves slowly, never breaking eye contact as she moves in to brush her lips over Emma's. It's tentative, and the blonde is barely kissing her back. She grips Emma's shirt and pulls the fair-skinned woman with her as she lets herself fall backward onto the bed. She keeps her eyes open, on Emma the whole time. As she moves back in for another kiss she hooks her leg over Emma's hip. A harsh breath leaving the lips above her as she steals her air. She pushes her body up into Emma as she licks along the blonde's bottom lip. Another harsh breath as Emma opens her mouth and takes Regina in. Slowly, this time, savoring every second of flavor, and breath, and pulse shared between them. With every passing second, and every breath and every swipe of their tongues Regina grows more desperate, but Emma remains unmoving. "You can touch me, I need you to touch me," she pants between kisses. Finally, she feels the softness of fingertips against her stomach and a breathless moan escapes her. Emma takes her time. Tracing every curve, dip, and dimple. Once she has mapped the woman's lower abdomen her fingers find the bottom of Regina's shirt, slowly pulling the fabric up and over her head. Tossing the blouse somewhere behind her, the blonde stops and looks at the red lacy bra that was hiding underneath and she visibly grits her teeth. "I knew you wore shit like that all the time." And she moves back in, pressing her body gently against the bare skin now exposed. Her lips attach under the darker woman's ear and she takes her time travelling down Regina's neck. Savoring every inch of delicious skin. "Are you complaining Miss Swan?" Emma growls, "Why does it turn me on when you call me that?" Her teeth graze the woman's collarbone. Emma pulls back and drinks in the view before her for a moment before she runs her tongue up the length of the woman's neck. "Your majesty." She runs her hands up the outsides of the woman's legs. The muscles underneath her slacks twitch as the blonde's hands move over them. As her fingers reach for the clasp of the pants her eyes lift to meet blown brown orbs. "Is this okay?" She inches lower and places a kiss just underneath the woman's collarbone. "Fuck", Regina breathes as her head lulls back and rests on the mattress behind her. "Please" She allows her pants to be gently taken from her and a shiver of shyness runs through her as she lays bare, minus the bits her lacey undergarments cover. Emma runs her fingertips up the woman's legs. "How did I get so lucky as to have you as my true love?" Her eyes roam over the exposed flesh. "Never dreamed I would have such a hot future wife." Her lips lift in the corners as Regina's falls. "Wife...?"
Emma chuckles and crawls back over Regina. "What? You saying you don't want to marry this?" She gestures over her own physique. Regina rolls her eyes and surges forward, pulling Emma down to the mattress with her. "You're an idiot." She peels the too small shirt from Emma's torso and feels like the air has been knocked out of her when she looks down and sees Emma's tight abs for the first time since they broke the curse. "Yeah, all yours, baby." Emma retorts as her hands move to unbutton her own jeans. But her fingers are quickly swatted away as slender, cool fingers take their place and slowly unbutton the pants. Emma leans up onto her knees and less than gracefully removes the pants completely. She leans down and captures the shorter woman's lips between her teeth before diving into her. They kiss like they have been doing it forever, and when Emma's tongue slides along Regina's bottom lip she grants her access. The kiss deepens and the air around them becomes thick with love, lust, and magic. "I love you, Regina Mills."