Tensions // Alice + Regina
A whimper formed in Regina’s throat at the pleasurable pain caused by Alice’s teeth on her lip. The Queen’s feet began to move backward toward the bed, her hand leaving Alice’s hair long enough to push the door closed before it rested on the blonde’s hip, sliding under the fabric and finding warm skin.
The backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell back, pulling Alice down and rolling over on top of her before her lips found the blonde’s pulse point and her hips rocked down against the other woman’s center.
A jolt shot up Alice's spine when Regina's hips made contact with hers. She moaned, pushing her hands past slippery fabric and pressing her fingers against the soft skin she found there. Her lips brushed along Regina's shoulder, then her neck and her chin as she nudged the woman's head up just enough so she could kiss her again, harder and deeper this time.
"I think," Alice growled against Regina's lips, sliding her hands up her side and taking most of the nightgown with her, "I think you should take this off."












