OUaT fic: Sexual Healing (Swan Queen)
Title: Sexual Healing (3/3)
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Swan Queen, Snow, David, Hook, Gold
Spoilers: OUaT 2x22
Word Count: 1.360
Summary: Regina used all her magic to the mines and is up to Emma to help her restore her power.
A/N: For janejuly . SQ, after S2 finale. Regina is exhausted and they know the only way to restore some energy ;)They know how to do that kind of magic together:) Un'betad.
Emma waits for Regina to fall asleep before getting out of her bunk and, kneeling next to the brunette, touches her arm with her hand, already feeling the familiar warmth forming at her fingertips.
It’s strange, how familiar magic feels when she’s using it only for four weeks. Her fingers feel heavy with power and sometimes she’s tempted to throw that power to a wall and see what happens, but then she looks at the small frame of the sleeping Evil Queen and it’s just not worth it.
But this? Yeah, she can do this. She starts to think of Henry and then, like always, her thoughts drift to the brunette and how much she hates that she’s attracted to her. Emma thinks of the first time she saw her, on her porch a cold night, full with worry for Henry and all Emma could do was stare at her as if she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
And then Regina spoke and Emma wanted her right there, the little boy claiming to be her son forgotten. She still feels the same about her when Regina doesn’t try to hurt her family and Emma hates herself for it. It shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn’t be in love with the Evil Queen, but it’s complicated like everything in her life is.
There are times that Emma hates Regina with all her heart until the brunette look at her with eyes so sad and tired, that all Emma wants to do is hug her and never let her go. She smiles with that; Neal had the same effect on her too and even if she’ll always love him for giving her Henry, but…
But when he went through the portal she didn’t feel the same as when she thought she was going to never see Regina again. Lust, love or hate, Emma used magic to save the other woman twice now, and could only stare as Neal went through the portal.
And that must mean something, right?
“What are you doing?”
A voice, rough and thick with sleep, gives an end to her thoughts. She feels her cheek turn red, caught on the act, before she remembers that she’s not doing anything wrong. She opens her mouth to say something when she sees with the corner of her eye that Regina’s eyelids are heavy with sleep; so the Queen is not fully wake then.
“Shh,” Emma whispers, sending more energy to Regina’s body.
“Emma.”
Her name comes out as a moan and she’s taken aback for a moment before noticing the rise and fall of Regina’s chest and, by now, she has learn to read the signals; few more seconds of this and Regina’s body will tense with whatever amount of power Emma has give her, and Regina will drift to sleep and won’t wake up until the sun is well up in the sky.
“Shh,” she says again sending everything she can into Regina’s body. “Let me make you feel better.”
Emma watch with relief as Regina nods, close her eyes and accepts the help without argument.
“She looks better,” Snow states and Emma nods; Regina does look better.
Her color is back, she’s eating more, sleeping less and yesterday she even had an argument with David about something Emma is not entirely sure she wants to know. Now she’s talking with Hook and Emma tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach because they look good together, matching eyeliner and dark clothes.
“I just hope she’ll be fine when we are going after Henry.”
“Can we talk?”
Emma looks up, straight into brown eyes that, with the sun in them, have the color of fine whiskey and swallows. “Yeah, sure.”
Regina looks behind at David and Snow that are watching them with curious (Snow) and worried (David) eyes. “Somewhere without an audience.”
The ship is not as big as the movies make it, but they manage to find Hook’s cabin empty. Emma looks around the room expecting more, but the cabin is just twice the side of the one she’s sharing with Regina and a rather small table is in the middle, full with maps and other papers.
“Few nights ago,” Regina begins, “Where you -“
“I was giving you some of my magic,” Emma says before Regina has the chance to confront her. Better come forward of her own and maybe the Queen won’t be mad. Regina has a hard time admitting defeat and an even harder time accepting help. “No need to thank me. I’m doing it for Henry.”
“You were giving me some of your magic,” Regina repeats her words slowly and Emma frowns.
What the hell?
“Did,” Regina swallows. “Did Gold tell you that you could give me your magic?”
“Um, no?”
“Miss Swan, are you asking me or are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you?”
Regina stares at her and her eyes now are a dark brown.
“I’ve read a fantasy book of two in my lifetime. And yes, before you can snap at me, I do know how to read.”
Emma says with pride, but Regina continues to stare at her, her face showing no emotion and suddenly she has an idea of how Henry came to figure out which fairytale character his mom was.
“What?”
“You can’t give me your magic.”
“Sure I can. I did it in the mines and with the wraith…what?”
“You mixed your magic with mine you didn’t gave me your magic.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Emma tilts her head. “So what I was doing every night for two months now?”
“Oh God. Please, more.” Emma moans and bites Regina’s shoulder to keep from screaming when she feels another bolt of energy that goes straight to her clit and, combined with the increasing speed of her own ministrations against Regina's leg, has her on the edge of a huge orgasm.
Regina puts one finger on her chest and keeps it there until Emma rolls her eyes back from the pleasure; her chest is on fire. She feels something like tickling and then soft tongues are sucking and biting her tits and nipples, all at once, and she’s panting now because she’s going to come and she’s going to come hard!
But the tongues stop as suddenly as they started and Emma almost cries with frustration. Almost. She’s proud she didn’t because her breasts are sensitive as…oh God! She stops grinding against Regina’s leg because the tongues that seconds ago where everywhere on her breasts are now sucking and licking her pussy.
The tongues are rolling deep inside Emma's pussy, eating her hungrily. Somehow, Emma doesn’t know how, she finds enough will power to lift her head and look at Regina and she’s not the bit surprised to see her smirk.
“Shut up and l-let me come.”
The Majesty also has a hard time following orders because she does everything to keep Emma on the edge but doesn’t let her fall and soon Emma is riding her leg again like her life is depending of it. Perhaps Regina saw that because another bolt, this time stronger than everything else, hits her and Emma is done trying to keep quiet and starts to come.
First, she feels her clit getting sucked, then something hits her g-spot just the right way and her pussy feels both full and stretched, and she’s banging her hips because she’ll go nuts if she doesn’t do something. Regina covers her mouth with her hand, but Emma is beyond carrying. Her parents storming inside wouldn’t be enough to make her stop.
When she feels she’s going insane, Regina withdraws her magic back and Emma fells on top of her, smiling and enjoying the spasms that still rock her body from the biggest and meanest orgasm of her life. Regina can’t be comfortable, but Emma’s body feels like jelly. She lifts her head long enough to look at the brunette.
“Tired?” She asks and Regina nods.
Of course she is, Emma thinks. She’s tired and all she did was come.
Then she thinks of something and smiles.
“Want to share some of my magic?”
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Swan Queen, Snow, David, Hook, Gold
Spoilers: OUaT 2x22
Word Count: 1.360
Summary: Regina used all her magic to the mines and is up to Emma to help her restore her power.
A/N: For janejuly . SQ, after S2 finale. Regina is exhausted and they know the only way to restore some energy ;)They know how to do that kind of magic together:) Un'betad.
Emma waits for Regina to fall asleep before getting out of her bunk and, kneeling next to the brunette, touches her arm with her hand, already feeling the familiar warmth forming at her fingertips.
It’s strange, how familiar magic feels when she’s using it only for four weeks. Her fingers feel heavy with power and sometimes she’s tempted to throw that power to a wall and see what happens, but then she looks at the small frame of the sleeping Evil Queen and it’s just not worth it.
But this? Yeah, she can do this. She starts to think of Henry and then, like always, her thoughts drift to the brunette and how much she hates that she’s attracted to her. Emma thinks of the first time she saw her, on her porch a cold night, full with worry for Henry and all Emma could do was stare at her as if she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
And then Regina spoke and Emma wanted her right there, the little boy claiming to be her son forgotten. She still feels the same about her when Regina doesn’t try to hurt her family and Emma hates herself for it. It shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn’t be in love with the Evil Queen, but it’s complicated like everything in her life is.
There are times that Emma hates Regina with all her heart until the brunette look at her with eyes so sad and tired, that all Emma wants to do is hug her and never let her go. She smiles with that; Neal had the same effect on her too and even if she’ll always love him for giving her Henry, but…
But when he went through the portal she didn’t feel the same as when she thought she was going to never see Regina again. Lust, love or hate, Emma used magic to save the other woman twice now, and could only stare as Neal went through the portal.
And that must mean something, right?
“What are you doing?”
A voice, rough and thick with sleep, gives an end to her thoughts. She feels her cheek turn red, caught on the act, before she remembers that she’s not doing anything wrong. She opens her mouth to say something when she sees with the corner of her eye that Regina’s eyelids are heavy with sleep; so the Queen is not fully wake then.
“Shh,” Emma whispers, sending more energy to Regina’s body.
“Emma.”
Her name comes out as a moan and she’s taken aback for a moment before noticing the rise and fall of Regina’s chest and, by now, she has learn to read the signals; few more seconds of this and Regina’s body will tense with whatever amount of power Emma has give her, and Regina will drift to sleep and won’t wake up until the sun is well up in the sky.
“Shh,” she says again sending everything she can into Regina’s body. “Let me make you feel better.”
Emma watch with relief as Regina nods, close her eyes and accepts the help without argument.
“She looks better,” Snow states and Emma nods; Regina does look better.
Her color is back, she’s eating more, sleeping less and yesterday she even had an argument with David about something Emma is not entirely sure she wants to know. Now she’s talking with Hook and Emma tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach because they look good together, matching eyeliner and dark clothes.
“I just hope she’ll be fine when we are going after Henry.”
“Can we talk?”
Emma looks up, straight into brown eyes that, with the sun in them, have the color of fine whiskey and swallows. “Yeah, sure.”
Regina looks behind at David and Snow that are watching them with curious (Snow) and worried (David) eyes. “Somewhere without an audience.”
The ship is not as big as the movies make it, but they manage to find Hook’s cabin empty. Emma looks around the room expecting more, but the cabin is just twice the side of the one she’s sharing with Regina and a rather small table is in the middle, full with maps and other papers.
“Few nights ago,” Regina begins, “Where you -“
“I was giving you some of my magic,” Emma says before Regina has the chance to confront her. Better come forward of her own and maybe the Queen won’t be mad. Regina has a hard time admitting defeat and an even harder time accepting help. “No need to thank me. I’m doing it for Henry.”
“You were giving me some of your magic,” Regina repeats her words slowly and Emma frowns.
What the hell?
“Did,” Regina swallows. “Did Gold tell you that you could give me your magic?”
“Um, no?”
“Miss Swan, are you asking me or are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you?”
Regina stares at her and her eyes now are a dark brown.
“I’ve read a fantasy book of two in my lifetime. And yes, before you can snap at me, I do know how to read.”
Emma says with pride, but Regina continues to stare at her, her face showing no emotion and suddenly she has an idea of how Henry came to figure out which fairytale character his mom was.
“What?”
“You can’t give me your magic.”
“Sure I can. I did it in the mines and with the wraith…what?”
“You mixed your magic with mine you didn’t gave me your magic.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Emma tilts her head. “So what I was doing every night for two months now?”
“Oh God. Please, more.” Emma moans and bites Regina’s shoulder to keep from screaming when she feels another bolt of energy that goes straight to her clit and, combined with the increasing speed of her own ministrations against Regina's leg, has her on the edge of a huge orgasm.
Regina puts one finger on her chest and keeps it there until Emma rolls her eyes back from the pleasure; her chest is on fire. She feels something like tickling and then soft tongues are sucking and biting her tits and nipples, all at once, and she’s panting now because she’s going to come and she’s going to come hard!
But the tongues stop as suddenly as they started and Emma almost cries with frustration. Almost. She’s proud she didn’t because her breasts are sensitive as…oh God! She stops grinding against Regina’s leg because the tongues that seconds ago where everywhere on her breasts are now sucking and licking her pussy.
The tongues are rolling deep inside Emma's pussy, eating her hungrily. Somehow, Emma doesn’t know how, she finds enough will power to lift her head and look at Regina and she’s not the bit surprised to see her smirk.
“Shut up and l-let me come.”
The Majesty also has a hard time following orders because she does everything to keep Emma on the edge but doesn’t let her fall and soon Emma is riding her leg again like her life is depending of it. Perhaps Regina saw that because another bolt, this time stronger than everything else, hits her and Emma is done trying to keep quiet and starts to come.
First, she feels her clit getting sucked, then something hits her g-spot just the right way and her pussy feels both full and stretched, and she’s banging her hips because she’ll go nuts if she doesn’t do something. Regina covers her mouth with her hand, but Emma is beyond carrying. Her parents storming inside wouldn’t be enough to make her stop.
When she feels she’s going insane, Regina withdraws her magic back and Emma fells on top of her, smiling and enjoying the spasms that still rock her body from the biggest and meanest orgasm of her life. Regina can’t be comfortable, but Emma’s body feels like jelly. She lifts her head long enough to look at the brunette.
“Tired?” She asks and Regina nods.
Of course she is, Emma thinks. She’s tired and all she did was come.
Then she thinks of something and smiles.
“Want to share some of my magic?”