New fic: This Great Distance, OUAT - Emma/Regina, M, Part I
Title: This Great Distance
Author: chilly_flame
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to ABC/Disney’s Once Upon a Time.
Notes: Thanks so much to damelola for serving as beta, offering suggestions and edits as well as kind encouragement. Thanks also to the amazing authors who are writing for this pairing-they offer great inspiration.
Summary: Regina and Emma are stumbling in a semi-relationship when a visitor comes to town.
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Emma spends the evening at the bar, having a beer with Ruby. Mary-Margaret joins them after a while, and neither of them asks why she’s late. Emma figures they both know Mary-Margaret and David are spending time together, even though he’s still married. Meanwhile, Regina is having dinner with Kathryn. Emma knows this is unusual for Regina, who is used to ruling the citizens of Storybrooke, not hanging out with them. The Mayor is finally starting to reach out more, not necessarily to Emma, but it’s helping Regina seem more human than she used to. Emma has to admit that it’s nice to feel like Regina doesn’t want to claw her eyes out all the time. Their encounters are still vigorous, and more often than not, rougher than Emma would admit to anyone. Not that she’d admit to anyone even that she and Regina are even having sex. But the other stuff that’s involved--the spanking and the dildos and everything else that Regina adores--no information about that will be shared with anyone. Ever.
She shifts in her seat, mouth twisting in memory. Her ass still burns when she thinks about it.
“Whoa, girl, what’s going on in that brain of yours?” Ruby asks, grinning.
“Huh?”
“Your face is bright red!” Ruby replies, laughing. Mary-Margaret’s eyes go wide, and she stares too.
“Nothing’s going on!” Emma declares, and gets up from her seat. “Who wants a shot?”
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Regina works at keeping her attention on Kathryn tonight. She is making a conscious effort to be a friend, which is something she has little experience at. But Kathryn is kind and soft spoken, and she always acquiesces to whatever Regina wants. Regina decides what they will have for dinner; Regina steers the conversation; Regina draws Kathryn into telling her about David’s departure, since she doesn’t want to ‘bother’ Regina with the details.
In other words, Kathryn is the exact opposite of Emma Swan.
While Regina enjoys her time with Kathryn, feeling some sense of closeness, she glances furtively at her watch when she can. She thinks she might have company tonight, assuming Emma doesn’t get drunk and fall off the roof on her way in. She could probably give the Sheriff a key to the back door, but that would make it too easy.
No. She wants Emma to work for it. And that means climbing up to her, just like…
Graham.
She shakes her head, and puts thoughts of him aside. She doesn’t want to think about Graham. Not tonight. She’ll have to at some point, but not for a while. Not yet.
“Are you and the Sheriff getting along?” Kathryn asks, out of the blue.
Regina licks her lips and wills her skin not to heat up at the mere mention of Emma’s title. “Why do you ask?” she replies smoothly.
Kathryn nods her head in the direction of the other room, where Henry is supposedly working on homework, although he’s probably reading or playing a game. “I know she’s caused trouble for the two of you in the past. Is it getting worse or better?”
Regina considers her answer. “It’s fine,” she says, with a shrug. “Once she and Henry set up regular time to spend together, it got easier. If I keep him from her, he just gets angry.” Henry is still angry all the time, but there’s nothing she can do about that. He’ll continue to complain about her being the Evil Queen, and Regina will continue to deny it over and over. “And I suppose the Sheriff isn’t the worst person on earth. Although she is close,” Regina adds. She doesn’t want to seem too soft toward her nemesis.
“That’s nice. I like her, even though you two don’t get along. She really seems like she made a good life for herself even though I’ve heard she had a rough childhood.”
“Mm,” Regina hums, noncommittally. She knows little about Emma’s childhood. They don’t spend a lot of time engaging in pillow talk. Before, she never minded when Graham slept over; it was even nice to feel him there, lying near her but not close enough to touch. But each night Emma departs the same way she came in, through the window. They don’t sleep in proximity to one another.
Regina wonders if that would be so bad. It’s just sex, anyway. Maybe they could have more sex if Emma stayed over longer. Not all night, of course, but a few hours-
“Regina?” Kathryn says, waving a hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. You were saying?”
“Boy, you are out of it. Are you sure everything’s all right?”
“Of course,” Regina replies. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
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As she climbs up the lattice to the garage roof, Emma holds her breath. She is more careful than usual, considering that last shot. She doesn’t want to miss out on getting laid because of a lemon drop.
She creeps up the roof and slips her fingers under the window sill, conveniently left open an inch. In the past, Regina has been very clear that if the window is locked, Emma is not to try and get in. So far, it’s never been locked. Emma tries not to be smug about this.
She slips inside, but the bed is empty and the room is dark. There’s a light coming from under the bathroom door. Emma hears the shower, and leaves her jacket on the floor, followed by her shoes, jeans, tank, and socks. Since it’s after midnight, Henry’s asleep, and as she walks by the main door to Regina’s room, she locks it. No need to risk interruption by a kid asking for a glass of water.
The bathroom is dimly lit, and Emma can’t help it-her mouth waters a little when she sees the silhouette of Regina’s bare body behind the glass. She knows she’ll startle her if she says anything, so she just leans against the doorframe and watches for a minute or two. Sighing, she rubs her thighs together, feeling damp between her legs and sweaty from dancing at the bar. She really could use a shower, mainly so Regina won’t complain about the fact that she smells like beer.
Emma is enjoying her momentary voyeurism, until she realizes that Regina has a hand on her own breast, while the other arm is extended against the wall. There’s a hum, and her head falls back in pleasure.
“Nuh uh,” Emma says, “not without me.” Grabbing the shower door, Emma’s still in her underwear when Regina glances over her shoulder.
“Took you long enough,” Regina drawls, water sluicing down her skin.
“Oh, you bitch,” Emma snarls, yanking down her panties and tearing off her bra. She’s on Regina in a heartbeat, hand between her legs. “It is uncool for you to start without me.”
Regina sighs into their kiss, arms winding around Emma’s shoulders. “Not my fault you’re late.”
“It’s barely twelve.” Emma presses with her fingers, pulsing in circles just enough to keep Regina’s knees weak.
“I have a town to run. I need my sleep.” She moans briefly before clamping her mouth shut. Wouldn’t be a good thing to wake Henry. “Harder,” she whispers.
Emma dips lower, sliding two fingers inside before kissing Regina in earnest. Their kiss is so sweet that for a second Emma forgets that she’s supposed to hate Regina. All she wants is to do this every night before she goes to sleep.
It’s probably the beer talking, combined with the heat and slickness of Regina’s skin making her brain short out. She doesn’t say more, thrusting her fingers and rubbing their breasts together when she can. “So hot,” slips out, like it tends to, because Emma is a talker during sex. Regina says very little unless she’s giving direction, but Emma can’t seem to just fuck and not talk. “I want you to come. Hard.”
Regina’s nails dig into Emma’s shoulders as they grind together, the heat of the steam and their bodies overwhelming. Regina leans back against the tile, keeping Emma with her, until she curls forward with a gasp and convulses around her fingers. Emma grits her teeth, parting her legs and moving against Regina’s hip, dark and smooth compared to her own, with its faded stretch marks that grow an angry pink in the hot water.
Regina’s teeth tug Emma’s ear before she pushes her own hand between them, knocking Emma’s away. She finds her clit briefly before moving lower, going in with three fingers, enough for Emma to feel the burn in the best way. “Stay there,” Emma says, sinking down, keeping it shallow where she likes it. She lurches forward, biting Regina’s shoulder, raking her teeth and moving her hips till she can’t take it anymore. She reaches down herself to get off, but Regina will have none of that, using her other hand to block her fingers.
“Beg,” Regina says, her eyes meeting Emma’s. They’re so dark they’re almost black. “Beg me.”
“Fuck you,” Emma replies, because she won’t agree to anything Regina demands the first time. She can hold out a little longer.
Regina goes still, but Emma grabs her and tries thrusting on her own. It is an unsuccessful maneuver, and she bites her lip.
“Beg me,” Regina repeats.
Emma tries again to reach herself, but Regina grabs at her wrist, until they’re practically wrestling. Emma keeps at it, but she can’t get what she needs, so finally she caves. “Do it,” Emma pleads. “Do it.”
“Not good enough, Swan,” Regina replies.
“Please,” Emma chokes, putting both hands against the tile, relinquishing all control. “Please, make me come.”
That’s apparently good enough, so she does just as Emma asked-she makes her come very, very hard. At some point Emma sways but Regina catches her in a kiss. Keeping one hand between Emma’s thighs, she draws out the orgasm, until Emma sags against her shoulder.
Eyes closed, the high courses through her, head swimming. She’s a lot drunker than she thought, because she feels like crawling into bed with Regina, who licks her fingers while watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. Before long, Regina pushes Emma away and rinses off, and Emma follows suit. They don’t talk, and when they exit the shower, Regina hands over a towel. Standing together in the bathroom, there’s an odd intimacy in the air. It’s awkward for Emma, who tries not to watch as Regina’s skin vanishes under a set of silky pajamas. She pockets her own underwear, but yanks the rest of her clothing on, even though it still smells like the bar. After a quick towel dry of her hair, she pulls it into a ponytail and follows Regina into the bedroom.
Briefly she sits on the bed and drags on her boots. “So Henry’s going to be staying late after school with his class on Wednesday, right?” Emma asks, not looking up.
“Yes. Why?”
“You busy?”
There’s a pause as Regina runs a comb through her hair. She makes Emma wait quite a bit longer than comfortable. “I can make myself available.”
“Good. How’s four?” She’ll have to find someone to cover for her, but sometimes it’s good to be the boss.
“A little early, but--” Regina swallows, and Emma can see the wheels turning. “What do you have in mind?”
“Something we need privacy for. We’ll have to put the chain on the door, just in case, but I’ll make Mary Margaret swear to call me if there’s any reason Henry might show up.” She’s not sure if Regina will go for it, but it can’t hurt to try. She owes Emma, anyway.
“That’s not very specific.”
Emma pulls on her leather jacket. She wants a kiss good night, but holds back, because they don’t do that. As she raises the window to climb out, she says, “I’m going to blindfold you, tie you up and fuck you till you scream.”
Just saying the words makes Emma throb. Regina’s mouth goes slack, which is just the reaction she wanted. She doesn’t look disgusted or angry, so Emma takes that as a yes.
“See you on Wednesday.” She slips out the window, leaving it open. Regina might need some crisp night air to cool off. Emma certainly does.
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Part II.