New fic: the curve, OUAT, M
title: the curve
author: chilly_flame
rating: M
disclaimer: I own nothing related to Disney/ABC’s Once Upon a Time. And if I did, Regina would get hugged a lot more often.
author’s notes: This story was written for the VERY generous donation of kath9567 on livejournal for the Hurricane Sandy fundraiser. I appreciate all the donations people have made, especially kath9567’s! I have two more stories to produce for this fundraiser, and at least one (if not both) will be holiday themed if I can pull my act together. Otherwise, I suppose Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, right?
I was going to leave my “ the line” and “ the circle” ‘verse behind, but when I received the prompt, it just seemed to fit. So please consider this the final part of the trilogy. Prompt follows at the end.
Thanks to Lola, Kristen, Tiff, and as always Xander, a team of greatness that makes me better every time.
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Every second that passes makes Emma more and more uncomfortable.
They’re in the diner, and it feels like her mother is deliberately dragging out their meal, and the conversation. She knows this isn’t really the case, but she’s been back in Storybrooke for almost eight hours, and so far she’s gotten to enjoy exactly two kisses with Regina. One of those was witnessed by their kid, who is probably scarred for life because her hand was on Regina’s ass at the time.
She doesn’t feel that guilty about it, because it’s been 61 days since she’s last seen anyone from Storybrooke other than Snow, who she still sometimes thinks of as Mary Margaret. It looks like Henry’s grown two inches and Regina’s lost about ten pounds, but other than that, everyone else is the same.
Except Emma. She feels different. She knows more about Regina now, perhaps even understands her better, because she met her mother. And she knows even more about her own very bad-ass mother, who can fight her way out of almost any situation. But mostly, with this new information under her belt, she thinks her relationship to Regina is going to change for the better.
She’s loved Regina for a long time. Now that they’re back in the same world, Emma has every intention of saying the words, no matter how hard Regina tries to fight her. She wants them to be together, even if Regina isn’t sure how she feels about their relationship (if one could even call it that). Prior to her “trip” through the hat, she and Regina had a good bit of sex, seasoned with only occasional affection. But as soon as they were separated, all the care she’d stored up for the Evil Queen had come roaring to the forefront. Regina may have ruined her life more than once, but she still managed to make Emma care.
Care seems like a pretty weak word right about now, as she watches Regina’s elegant hands play with a glass of water on the table. She feels almost desperate to reach out and hold those fingers in her own. She wishes she’d chosen to sit next to Regina rather than across from her; Henry is at her side, as is her mother. David, curiously, seems more supportive of Regina than expected. While they aren’t friends, they seem friendly, offering one another a few kind words here and there. But if she were at Regina’s side, she’d get to press their thighs together, or hold her hand. Instead the occasional brush of ankles has to suffice. She literally can’t get enough of Regina’s face, however gaunt it might seem, and Regina rarely takes her eyes from Emma too. At least the feeling is mutual.
“Emma,” Snow says, startling her.
“Huh?”
“I asked you where you were planning to stay tonight. We’ve got room-“
“Regina’s,” Emma replies smoothly. “Henry too. We can pick up a few of his things on our way home.”
Snow seems startled at the word “home,” but Emma isn’t screwing around. She has made no bones during this entire conversation that she wants to be with Regina, even though she gets called to the carpet for “lying to her mother.” She insists (repeatedly) that she was only doing it to keep the peace, and what was the harm in not mentioning how desperately she wanted to get back to Regina? It was no one’s business, and it’s still no one’s business, even though everyone seems to have figured things out.
“Emma,” Snow says, “it’s been such a long day, why not just-“
“Snow,” Emma says, “I know it’s weird, us not being together after all this time, but I want to sleep in a bed tonight, and you and David can have some time to just… be. And I-“ she glances at Regina. “I want to be with Regina, and Henry too. I missed them. Okay?”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Regina stiffens, but David actually rests a hand on her forearm and shakes his head slightly. “Snow, Emma and Regina probably have a lot to discuss. Besides, like you said, it’s been a hell of a long day. Come on, let’s go.”
Snow looks torn; she doesn’t want to give up. She was truly blindsided earlier today, but Emma wasn’t about to hold back her feelings. Not after all these weeks of sleeping on the ground, staring up at the stars, wondering if Regina was thinking of her at the same time. And really, truly believing she was.
To Emma’s surprise, Regina has hardly reacted to Snow’s antipathy. She’s practically subdued, her emotions drifting closer to melancholy than happiness, even though she’s clearly pleased to have Emma back. But where that sadness is coming from hasn’t been explained by anyone. Even in the limited hours she spent with Regina and Henry at the house, all she heard about came directly from Henry; about his horse, and his mom’s horse, and how they worked together to bring her home. At the diner, Snow did most of the talking, detailing their dealings with Cora, Hook, Mulan and Aurora. She wonders how her two friends are doing back in Fairy Tale Land; they’d been as stunned as Snow and Emma were when the sound of Regina’s voice seemed to come from out of nowhere. The hand reaching for her-if Emma hadn’t intimately known the details of that skin, she never would have taken hold of it. But she knew it was Regina right away, from the ring she wore, to the shape of her nails, to the softness of her palm. Snow had hesitated, wanting to bring Mulan and Aurora along, but they’d balked at traveling to a new world, especially by the hand of the Evil Queen. So Emma had reached out, and despite her reticence, Snow had followed. And then they were home.
Now she wanted Regina all to herself.
“I only have to get some of my comics, and my pajamas, and my toothbrush, and my back pack. I uh, have school tomorrow,” Henry says.
Regina glances at her watch. “It’s getting late, dear. I think we should be on our way.”
They all ease out of the booth, and Red makes sure to get in some hugs before they depart; Emma has promised to catch up with her in a big way tomorrow. If she can tear herself away from Regina’s side, that is. Both Snow and David cling to her, not ready to let go.
Once in the Mercedes, Emma reaches out immediately for Regina’s thigh. She squeezes gently as they make their way to the apartment, and Emma’s heart begins to race as they draw close.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” Henry says, leaping from the car and slamming the door far too hard.
Regina doesn’t say a word, instead turning to Emma. They stare at each other for less than two seconds before they’re kissing, mouths open, tongues sliding together in the best welcome she could possibly have. Fingers slide through the hair at the nape of Emma’s neck, and the sensation is so decadent that she groans. The space between them is too great; Emma leans closer but it’s awkward in the tight space of the Mercedes. She wants to inhale Regina, who has started to tremble so hard it makes Emma pull away.
“Regina?” she breathes, startled by the tears on Regina’s face. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Regina replies, brushing at her cheeks. “Nothing at all.” She holds Emma’s face between her hands and smiles tremulously. There is a desperate sadness in her eyes.
“What happened to you while I was gone?” Emma asks.
The smooth brow furrows with pain, perhaps even misery. “Not now,” she replies. “Don’t make me tell you now.”
That makes Emma’s stomach swoop somewhere below her feet. “Are you okay? Are we--”
“Yes,” Regina assures her, thumbs soft as they stroke her cheeks carefully. “I just-“ She swallows; whatever happened must have been terrible. “I wanted to wait, tell you when we were really alone, but time could be short, and I-I love you. All right?”
Emma is so shocked she can’t speak, but Regina doesn’t seem to expect any sort of reciprocation. They’re both startled by Henry pulling the door open and climbing in. Regina’s hands fall away from her face and Emma misses them immediately, but turns to Henry to watch him fasten his seat belt.
He does so, but his eyes are wide when he looks up. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” Emma replies, clearing her throat after because her tone is a shade too low for comfort.
Regina puts the car in gear and they head for the mansion.
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Emma, despite her absence from Storybrooke and from Henry’s side, doesn’t linger after tucking him in. She leaves Regina with him, because they seem far closer to mending fences than they were when Emma left. Henry is eager to be with both of them, but his openness to Regina is obvious. She is relieved he believes in his mother’s love, and she won’t have to beg him to allow them all to be together. Whether they will be a family (a word she still doesn’t truly understand) remains to be seen, but they’ve gotten one step closer.
Because Regina loves her.
Each thought of it pushes the breath out of her lungs just enough, right under her rib cage, making her a bit lightheaded. It’s nothing she ever expected, and it’s terrifying, but she wants it. God, how she wants it. But more than that, she wants Regina to come into this room so she can pull her clothes off her and show her love and missing and desire.
She doesn’t have to wait long, and Emma leaps off the bed as though she’s just been caught doing something very naughty. At least she took her shoes off downstairs. “Hey,” Emma says nervously.
Regina comes straight for her. She pulls Emma into a kiss, pulling at the old red jacket that she wears like armor. It falls to the ground with a whoosh, followed by her sweater, then her tank, then her bra. Hands find her breasts and Emma curves forward as the pleasure darts between her legs. Her dry spell is about to come to a very quick end, too quick, if Regina isn’t careful.
“Slow down,” Emma mumbles between kisses, but Regina shakes her head.
“Let me,” she whispers. “Please.”
There’s an urgency in Regina’s voice, something that sets off a kind of warning bell in Emma’s head. But in the seconds that pass between Regina unzipping her jeans and sliding a hand inside them, Emma decides that the warning isn’t a warning at all. She reminds herself to keep her voice down, but as soon as two fingers find her hot and slick and open and ready, she forgets. She manages to turn her whine into a loud breath instead. “Regina,” she sighs, and starts to move as Regina directs her. She expects to land on the bed shortly, but finds her back pressed against the cool wall, in full view of an open window. She hopes no one’s watching, but cares not nearly enough to stop what’s happening. Regina falls to her knees, yanking down her jeans and underwear, and she wastes no time going for her clit. Emma bends forward pushing a hand down the back of Regina’s collar, not pushing, but holding, needing to feel the heat of her skin. She inches her legs a little wider, though she can’t really part them properly with her jeans still on. But Regina’s never needed much space to maneuver, and Emma kind of likes it when she can thrust her hips high, so she does this, and Regina moans against her. Fingers slide into her again with no resistance at all, and when they pull forward (because Regina forgets nothing when it comes to sex), Emma jerks; already she is on the edge. She wrestles with the desire to cry out, but she somehow resists even though the orgasm swallows her whole in one great pulse. Somehow she doesn’t fall over, but eventually her thighs give out and she slides down the wall in a tangle of knees and jeans and Regina.
When Emma opens her eyes and realizes that Regina has tears running down her face, it almost seems like a trick of the moonlight. It isn’t. Her tears mix with the remnants of Emma herself. A few seconds later, Emma’s brain kicks on like a light switch. That warning was legitimate; something is way more than wrong here, and she needs to know what it is.
Emma sits up, and Regina puts her own fingers to her mouth, murmuring something under her breath.
“Regina,” Emma says, “What is it?”
“I-“ Regina begins, “It’s nothing.” She leans in for another kiss, which Emma avoids.
“Fuck that. Tell me. Something’s tearing you up inside, and I can’t stand it.”
“You seemed to be able to stand it a few moments ago, Miss Swan,” Regina drawls, but it’s a weak attempt at deflection. The edge Emma usually hears is nowhere to be found.
“You aren’t going to distract me with another orgasm. Not to say that it wasn’t incredible, but please talk to me.”
“No,” Regina says, shaking her head. “No.” Regina grabs Emma at the ears, pulling her closer, but Emma puts her hands up and takes Regina's shoulders. “Stop it!” There’s fear in dark eyes now, and Emma thinks she might hyperventilate. “Tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll survive it.”
Regina’s mouth falls open then. She swallows, deflating visibly. “I might not.”
Emma takes a breath. She’s embarrassed, but she gets to her knees and yanks her underwear, damp though it might be, back into place, along with her jeans. She finds her tank on the floor, pulling it on and helping Regina to her feet. They move to the bed in unison, and taking an initiative she rarely uses with Regina, Emma drags her onto the duvet. It’s sinfully soft and fluffy as a cloud, so they sink into it. The waxing moon hangs low in the sky, throwing enough light into the room so she can see Regina’s face, but just barely. She’s mostly in shadow, but that seems like a good thing. “Okay. Tell me.”
Closing her eyes, Regina says, “Your mother might have spoken of a man I knew once as a girl. Daniel was his name.”
Emma nods. She knows this story backwards and forwards, although it's missing from Henry’s book. Daniel’s death started the whole curse business, or so Emma suspects. She doesn’t really know a lot of the in between story, but a great deal must have happened.
“I… kept his body preserved here, in my father’s mausoleum. And Dr. Whale, in his infinite wisdom, decided to try an experiment and brought him back to life.”
Emma’s heart stutters; there’s a lump in her throat and she’s unable to swallow.
Regina continues, “But it wasn’t really Daniel. He was a monster, and he would have killed anyone in his path, including Henry, and me. So I-killed him myself.”
The stark shock of the words stuns Emma into silence. This is beyond anything she could have imagined.
Regina bursts into tears then, sobs of unbridled devastation. Emma just pulls her into her arms.
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After Regina cries for a long time, Emma gets the longer version of the story, one with far greater detail and far deeper sadness.
She can hardly bear to hear it, and wonders how Regina has borne such sorrow. Only when she explains how she nearly left Storybrooke, despite the fact that she has no clue what would have happened to her, does Emma grasp the intensity of her despair.
Henry was the one to draw her back, which is no surprise. Regina speaks of the conversation she’d had with Henry and David at the line, and how it had finally given her a spark of hope. It takes some digging to find out more about how Regina had worked tirelessly to control her magic enough to open a portal for her and Snow to return home, and Emma is touched by her dedication.
“You really wanted to get me home, huh,” Emma says, still a little thrown by all this affection coming her way.
“Well of course,” Regina answers bumping her knees against Emma’s. “Not just for Henry, mind you. For me.” Regina touches Emma’s cheek. Her voice drops to a whisper. “Daniel told me to love again.”
“What?”
“In the few… lucid moments we shared, he begged me to let go. I loved him so much, gods, I still do, but Emma, I feel you inside me and I don’t want to let go but I’m afraid. I’m afraid of losing you-“
“You won’t-“
“I lose everyone! My mother takes everything from me, and she’ll come here-“
“Hey,” Emma says, trying to find some way to give Regina peace, even for a moment. “Your mom, she’s a real piece of work. And I wish like hell I’d never met her, but I believe in you, Regina. I believe you can beat her. I’ll help you. We’ll face her together.” Emma would have really preferred to not face her at all, but that was pretty unlikely considering how they’d escaped.
“I want you and Henry as far away from her as possible.”
“Tonight, we are. We’re in another world. All three of us. And I for one am fucking thrilled about it. Even the threat of Cora can’t ruin that fact. I never thought I’d miss this place so much, and the people in it.” Emma feels shy now, but she has to own up. “Missed you. Every day. I thought about you all the time.”
“Really?” Regina asks. Her voice is high; she sounds so young.
“Oh yeah. I’m so glad to be back, and I… I think you’re glad that I’m back too.”
Some of the fear fades from Regina’s face then, and her eyes soften in a way that Emma gets to see only rarely. “Of course I am. I’m more than glad.” She blinks slowly. “I meant what I said earlier. I love you.”
It’s just as powerful this time, hearing the words. Emma grins. She wants to say it back, but it’s the scariest thing she’s faced in recent memory; scarier than Cora, and ogres, and giants. Instead she drags Regina the few inches it takes to get her near enough to kiss. Regina melts into it, far more relaxed than she’d been earlier. In hindsight it seems like Regina was holding everything back, and Emma blames her raging libido for her inability to pick up on the signals. Now that the truth is out, Regina moans in what sounds like relief, rolling underneath Emma.
This is more like it, Emma thinks, in the middle of the best kiss she’s had in years. It occurs to her that she’s never made love to the Evil Queen, or at least known about Regina’s previous incarnation when they’ve had sex. Though she wouldn’t admit to anyone (including Ruby, who has been known to dig for gossip when drunk), she’s a little excited by the idea. That said, Regina seems like the opposite of evil right now, spread out beneath her, completely submissive. She isn’t even reaching for Emma, her arms resting limply at her side.
That means Emma is in charge. That also means it’s time to get naked. Quickly she strips off her clothes while Regina watches breathlessly. When she’s done, Emma gets to spend time unbuttoning the white shirt she’s admired since she arrived that afternoon. Beneath it she finds lace and warmth, so before she can even finish the undressing thing, she falls forward to kiss Regina’s flesh with an open mouth.
A shudder goes through them both at the touch, and Emma is startled by a little cloud of purple smoke that wafts off olive skin. “What the hell is that?”
Regina is as surprised as she is. “I don’t know,” she breathes. Her eyes meet Emma’s. “Do it again.”
She does. Regina throws her head back with a gasp, and Emma feels heat flare in her entire body. The smoke rises in the air. This isn’t normal, but it feels good.
Actually, good isn’t the right word for it. Ecstatic, maybe. Blissful, definitely.
“Should I stop?” she asks Regina, whose mouth is hanging open, gaze unfocused.
With a tiny shake of her head, Regina groans, “No.”
Moments later there is smoke all around them, as Emma trails her lips across Regina’s belly. She sees sparks when she drags her teeth down a muscled hip, and instead of being afraid, she laughs. “This is crazy,” she murmurs, tossing Regina’s trousers to the floor, along with her panties and bra. “Why didn’t this happen before?”
“No idea,” Regina replies, palming her breasts and arching in a way that makes Emma shove her hips into the mattress. “I might have been, oh god, yes-“ she mutters, “too unhappy.”
“You’re not unhappy now though,” Emma asks. She just wants to be sure.
The low chuckle that meets her ears sends chills down her body, starting behind her ears and petering out somewhere around her ass. “No, dear.” Her fingertips pinch her own nipples, and Emma whines because she can’t do everything at once.
Watching Regina, so vulnerable and open right now, the words no longer seem scary. They seem necessary. “I love you,” she says, and it’s easy. When Regina lifts her head, eyebrows raised, Emma gives her a wry grin. “I mean it. It’s not just because we’re, um, doing this. And I don’t think I’m high on magic, or whatever. I knew a while ago.”
Regina nods, her smile so filled with light Emma wants to give herself a high five. She finally, finally said the right thing at the right time.
Before they can get distracted, Emma gets back to work, finding her way between Regina’s legs. The smoke grows thicker now, although it’s more like mist that doesn’t have a scent. The room also seems weirdly lit, even though the moon has to have set some time ago. She ignores logic and instead presses her tongue flat against Regina’s wetness. She’s missed everything about this; the scent, the taste, the sounds that Regina makes. Tonight is no exception; she’s clearly trying not to make noise, and everything’s coming out like one long desperate whimper. It is an unbelievable turn on.
Emma watches the strange trails of purple that rise when she strokes Regina’s thighs. Her own pleasure is growing as she flicks her tongue, heightening when Regina slides one hand into her hair.
“Emma,” Regina says in a trembling voice, “Come up here.”
That’s a surprise. “Are you sure?”
Regina nods eagerly. Emma’s a little sad about it; she loves the flutter of muscle when Regina comes against her mouth, but it will have to wait. Instead she crawls up, and when their bodies are pressed together her disappointment vanishes. She slips a hand down and when her fingers press inside, Regina steals a kiss. They rock together, with Emma parting her legs to straddle one of Regina’s, and it’s just as good as anything she’s ever felt. They’re so on the same wavelength that when Regina starts to clench around her fingers, Emma’s on the precipice too, and she keeps on moving until they’re both crying out in climax. Her whole body is shaking as she slumps to the side, still feeling the aftershocks pulse through her like the beat of a heart. Both their hearts, together.
She laughs, eyes closing in exhaustion. She’s been awake for maybe two days straight, and now she is ready to crash. “That was the best possible ending to the longest day of my life,” Emma sighs.
“Agreed,” Regina replies. “Can’t believe you’ve only been home a few hours.”
They rest together, with Regina’s hands stroking her shoulders and back with the most wonderful pressure. “I don’t want to leave,” Emma says, very seriously. “Could I stay here with you guys for a while?”
She feels Regina’s chest rise and fall in a huge breath. “Yes,” she replies, and Emma hears every layer of emotion in the word.
She’s almost asleep when her phone rings from somewhere across the room. Already she wishes David hadn’t given it back to her at the diner. Doesn’t she deserve at least one night of uninterrupted sleep in a bed?
“Don’t get that,” Regina mumbles, shifting very slightly.
The movement’s just enough to get Emma up. “It will be quick. I’ll make it quick.”
A grunt is her only reply. Emma grins. So much for romance.
She grabs her jeans and yanks the offending instrument from the back pocket. “Swan,” she barks.
“Emma, are you all right?”
“David?”
“Yes. We’ve had a few calls about the mansion tonight. Is everything okay?”
Emma glances over at Regina, who hasn’t moved. “We’re all fine. What kind of calls?”
Regina’s head lifts from the pillow, and she frowns in the near darkness.
“Smoke, coming from the second floor. And Norris Templeton said there was a bright light too, maybe from a fire, so we sent a truck.”
Emma, naked as the day she was born, hunches down on the floor, since the window across the room is not only cracked a few inches, but the curtains are wide open. It’s not like she forgot that, but she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly a while ago. “Um, do you mean a fire truck?”
“Yeah. I’m outside, but everything looks okay from here.”
She puts a hand to her forehead. Her father’s outside, and she just had semi-noisy sex with the Evil Queen. Oops. “It’s fine. Really. But I didn’t hear a truck siren.”
Her father laughs. “You only need a siren if you’re breaking traffic laws, and we… paused at the two stop signs on the way to Regina’s. Anyway, are you sure you don’t want me to check things out-“
“No!” she almost shouts, grimacing. “I mean, I’ll do a walk through. I don’t want to wake Henry, or Regina. They’re both asleep.”
There’s a long pause. “What was the smoke, Emma?”
She laughs, trying for authenticity, but it sounds more like the road to hysterics, even to her own ears. “I have no idea. Maybe Regina’s neighbors are trying to harass her or something.”
“By reporting that her house is on fire and trying to help? I don’t think so. Norris said he thought the smoke looked… not like regular smoke. He thought Regina was doing magic.”
How would she explain that the smoke was just a by-product of some really hot screwing, and that it wasn’t Regina’s fault at all? That maybe it was only Emma’s presence that brought the stuff into being? “She’s not. I swear.”
“Emma-“
“David, I want you to send the truck back to the station, and I want you to go home and see Snow. I can’t believe you’d leave her side after she’s been gone for so long-“
“You’re my daughter, Emma. If you’re in danger, I’ll do whatever it takes to rescue you. And besides, she’s here too.”
Emma stares at the ceiling, wishing she could disappear into the floor. “Oh. That’s… nice,” she says weakly.
There’s a moment of static in the phone, and Snow’s voice reaches her ear. “Emma, honey, why don’t your father and I come in and we’ll make you some cocoa? We’ll see that you’re all right, and you can settle in too, and -“
“Snow,” Emma cuts her off. She is about to launch into a “You might be my mother but you don’t own me” tirade, but Snow doesn’t deserve that. Not after all they’ve been though. “Okay. Just listen. When you fell in love with David, would anyone have been able to stop you from trying to be with him?”
There’s a long silence; she can’t even hear breathing. For a second she thinks she’s been hung up on, until her mother replies, “Never.”
“So. That’s kind of where I am right now.”
She hears a big breath from across the room, and although she resists for a second, she looks up. Regina is watching her, very still and silent. She’s not crying, or smiling, or frowning. She just… stares.
Emma turns away, curling into a little ball on the floor. She pulls her cold tank top on over her head while she waits for Snow’s reply. She suspects her parents are discussing the current situation in whispers, since she can hear some s’s but not much else. Another 30 seconds go by before David is back. “How about we come by for cocoa in the morning, then?” he asks brightly.
“Cocoa in the morning,” she says. It’s a question for Regina, who rolls her eyes and nods before falling back against the pillows mumbling something under her breath. “That’s fine. But not before 10. We all need some sleep.”
“Perfect. Good night, Emma. I love you,” her father tells her.
“Um, yeah. Me too,” she replies, because she’s never said that to David before, and it might be fine for him, but it still feels weird for her.
“Love you too,” Snow says as well, and Emma just grins as the call ends.
“I take it we’re having guests tomorrow,” Regina says, her voice muffled.
“Sorry. Better tomorrow than now, right?”
“I suppose. Come back here please, and take that filthy shirt off.”
Emma crawls on her hands and knees toward the window. “Hang on, I just need to-“ she shuts the window the remaining few inches, and yanks the heavy curtains closed. Now if they put on a light show again maybe the neighbors won’t notice. She gets up and tosses her shirt to the floor, hoping she doesn’t trip on anything since now it’s pitch black. “What do you think that was?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. It’s quite different from any magic I’ve used in the past. But I can look into it. I’ve been far more… in tune with nature since you’ve been gone. It could be a side effect.”
Emma bumps into the mattress and flops down onto it, searching for Regina. When she finds her, she burrows under the duvet and into her arms. It is unimaginable comfort after endless cold nights on the ground. “What kind of in tune do you mean?”
There’s a yawn, and Regina sighs into her ear. “Can I tell you tomorrow? I’m exhausted. My little trick today took a lot out of me.”
“And your little tricks tonight took a lot out of me,” Emma jokes badly, and is rewarded with a derisive snort.
“Terrible,” Regina says.
“And you love it,” Emma retorts, resting a hand on the curve of Regina’s bare hip. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath her fingers.
Regina presses her lips to Emma’s temple. “Indeed I do.”
~the end
prompt: I think I would like a story of their first time together after Emma has returned from FTL - they had been a couple for a few months already and Regina helped to bring them back using her magic somehow - Emma cannot wait to tell Regina that she met Cora and when she returns she wants to move into the mansion with Regina but it hasn't happened yet - just their first "alone" time in a few months... they have missed each other desperately...