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"Jesus," Emma breathes after a particularly loud session of sex. Regina rolls off of her and does her best to minimize the pants that escape her mouth as her grip in Emma's curls loosens. Emma grins and sits up to watch her girlfriend (oh man, how great it feels to call her that) regain her composure. Regina shyly pulls the blanket over her legs and crosses her arms over her chest while sneaking glances at Emma. The blonde entangles her fingers from Regina's and scoots over so that she's practically back on top of her.
"That was nice," Emma quips. Regina licks her lips and slowly turns to her.
"Yes, dear. It was."
Emma doesn't really like how Regina can get so awkward after sex. You'd think after being inside someone a couple of times, there'd be some sort of familiarity afterwards. Emma gets so unbelievably turned on when Regina's nails scrape her back hard enough to draw blood or when she releases a guttural groan when Emma's face is between her thighs. It's so different from prim and proper Regina Mills. But some hugging would be nice, too. It's 11:30 at night and both women are sitting in the bed of Emma Swan's truck in the middle of a field. Emma's shifts to place her legs in Regina's lap because once she starts getting redressed, the night is soon to end and Emma doesn't want that. Not tonight. One hand is still in Regina's and the other hand is blindly reaching towards a six pack of beer behind her. She gestures the bottle to Regina's face and laughs when her mouth contorts into a haughty sneer.
"I know," she groans. "Sorry it's not freaking champagne, but I'm still not 21 so it's hard to find-"
"Does that bother you?"
"What? Sneaking alcohol around like a criminal? Not really. I get Greg to buy me some-"
"No. The age difference."
Emma raises an eyebrow because if she knows Regina, she knows some sort of heart to heart is coming on. Damn it, why does Regina have to be weird after sex? Then it just dawns on her.
It's only when they're out in the open.
Out in the world and nature is indulging in their vehicular sex. Perhaps it's the scent of wildflowers that causes Regina to delve into thoughts of the future and what ifs. Perhaps it's the ten seconds of rain that fall onto their noses and drip down to their shoulders that make Regina turn into an emotional sap. All Emma knows is that it never happens in bed. In Emma's bed, Regina is so violent but brutally sexy and she even brings her own gag because what if Granny got to hearing what was going on in the room above her? In Regina's home, she uses home field advantage and takes all the time she wants to admire Emma's body and when Emma turns bashful because Regina is tracing all sorts of shapes on her skin, her entire being tints a slight pink and that make Regina want her more. So she'll teasingly bite her ear and have her free hand roam past Emma's waistband.
And goddamn it, Regina is loud.
From the beginning to the end Regina cannot help but verbally express everything she feels. It gets to the point where the gags in Emma's room aren't enough and Emma has to pull her hair and run her nails down Regina's neck to get her over the top moans to minimize themselves into whimpers. And does Emma like it when Regina whimpers? Probably more than the act of sex itself. Just having her writhe beneath her and whine is enough to send her mind into space. And she wasn't always like that! She started off as so quiet, it was as if she'd get shot if someone heard her make a noise. Now Regina's an animal. Emma grins at the thought.
Oh I'm going to-
You're gonna what, baby?
Don't you dare stop.
She just can't get over the Please just do it and the now now now please so it makes Emma feel like some sort of queen. She shouldn't let it get to her head. Regina's probably had fancy European lovers in her before. Right? And Emma smirks to herself. But Regina doesn't want any fancy European lover in her bed. She wants Emma Swan. Oh, it's definitely getting to her head.
It's just the fact that when they're in Regina's empty mansion...Regina's screams are ten billion decibels louder than they should be which mean that when it's all over, Regina's lips will graze Emma's as if kissing any harder might make them combust. Which it might, actually. Emma can't handle it when Regina is soft with her. As if she might break her. Man, does she love to cuddle. That's like Emma's favorite thing ever. And teasing her. Yep, that might just be her favorite thing ever.
Actually... instead of having Regina cry in response to Emma's teasing? Her favorite thing might just be when Regina falls asleep right in the middle of kissing her ear and her temple and Emma feels her breathing. It's so unbearably cute that Emma turns to stare at her for the rest of the night and when sleep tries to get a hold of her, she fights it off for as long as she can just to gaze at Regina's sleeping form.
But why can't it be that way now? They have great sex in their respective bedrooms, a field of grass and flowers shouldn't change that. Emma thinks about asking Regina. But she has to do it in a way that's both intellectual and endearing to get Regina to take her seriously. Maybe she'll make a PowerPoint and call it Our Sex Life. The first slide might talk about Emma's house. And how Regina is so cuddly and loud in Emma's bed. Then the next slide will be about how lazy and romantic Regina is in her own home. The last slide will explain that Regina acts like a stranger when they're in Emma's truck-she doesn't even kiss her. And when Emma tries, Regina will move her head to have the blonde's lips end up on her jaw or the base of her neck. Emma grins to herself. Maybe she'll make this a hands out project instead. Arts and crafts never seemed so fun.
Emma's eyebrows raise at the thought of scenery making Regina experience difficulties. Is it the truck? She's already explained to Regina that driving the faded, yellow rusty piece of metal with a motor twenty six miles out of town is the only option they have on the nights Regina wants to really belt it out. Regina lives alone so you'd think her room would be a perfect spot, but oh no, Miss I need new scenery has to object. Emma tilts her head in thought. A motel every week might get expensive and there's nothing wrong with the truck so-
"Does the age difference between us bother you," Regina repeats. She says it like it's a command and not a question so it snaps Emma out of her rambling thoughts and she stares at the brunette for a split second before speaking, "No. Not at all! 19 is only four years away from 23. Plus, I'm into older women." Emma waggles her eyebrows at her at smiles when Regina exhales.
"Why? Feeling like a cougar?" Emma asks with a glint of humor in her voice.
Regina shrugs and takes this moment to stroke Emma's hand with her own.
"I know it might seem weird now, but trust me, four years is nothing. Imagine when you're forty-eight and I'm forty-four. That doesn't even seem like a difference, right?" Emma poses this idea to Regina and the brunette smiles.
"No, I guess not."
They're silent for a couple moments until Regina breaks it. "You see us together in our forties?"
Emma laughs. "Duh."
And Regina is so confused because she's never thought out that far. But in reality, Regina acts like she ponders about the future frequently when she's really terrified of it. And when Emma Swan makes the gesture that she'll be there for her decades down the line, the future doesn't seem so scary.
"Does it bother you that I'm so loud?" Damn it, just the question itself makes heat pool in between Emma's legs.
She grins. "No, it's hot."
"I really can't control it sometimes and I just-"
Emma cuts her off with a kiss because maybe if she keeps this going, she'll get to hear Regina scream again for the second time tonight. Regina bites her lip and pulls Emma's hand back into hers when Emma dares to move it down her thigh. Emma catches Regina's eyes and they just gaze into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity before it's Emma turn to speak.
"I bet that when we're in our forties I'm still going to be able to make you scream my name. And all the neighbors will hear."
Regina shivers as the blonde reaches forward darts her tongue into the other woman's mouth. "Is that so?"
Emma moves her hands to Regina's sides and hoists the brunette onto her lap so that she's straddling her. Regina's face lights up and in an interesting turn of events, her mouth is on Emma's neck and trailing lower and lower until Regina meets that familiar pulse point. Soon enough, Emma's got one hand on her own breast and the other cupping Regina's back while she's planning the best route en orgasm.
Emma lets out a few uneven, jagged breaths and murmurs into Regina's neck.
"Yeah. But will you be able to make me scream out your name?"
"I promise not to stop touching you until you do."