Lessons Learned Part 6 Emma's glass nearly fell out of her hand once she realized what was happening. Yet before she had the chance to react, Regina pulled back, setting her glass down on the counter and turning her back to the blonde. "I-uhm..." Emma continued, a wave of confidence coming over her as she set her own glass down while at the same time taking Regina's hand and spinning her around. "...I wasn't finished." Emma grinned, cupping the side of Regina's neck and kissing the brunette hard. ----------------------------------------- Regina awoke suddenly, the curtains in her bedroom wide open. Laying back against her pillows, she closed her eyes and suddenly the events from the night before flashed across her closed eyes. Her lips to Emma's. Emma's to hers. Pushing the Savior against the counter and tearing off her jacket, while the feel of her teeth marking her collarbone elicited breathy moans from the former Queen. Her dress falling to the floor as Emma pinned her hands with one of her own above her head against the hall closet. The snap of her fingers which caused the Sherrifs remaining clothing to fly off her and land on the floor just outside her bedroom. Sparks. Literal sparks popping around them as their bodies entwined in bed. Echoes of not only her own but Emma's moans, screams, and breaths of need and pleasure ringing over and over in her ears, fading only when she felt a hand slip into hers. It wasn't a dream. -------------------------------------- "Regina?" Emma asked sleepily, squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?" Opening her eyes after letting a small shaky breath out, chocolate eyes met emerald and Regina smiled at her shaking her head slightly. "It wasn't a dream." She finally managed quietly. Grinning widely, Emma sat up, the silk sheet sliding down her still naked body, bite marks and scratches littered her back, shoulders, chest. "It definitely was not a dream." She said looking at Regina's marks on her own body then letting her eyes wander over the Mayors olive skin. "You did a hell of a job leaving your mark on me." Smirking, Regina ran her fingertips along Emma's collarbone at a particularly deep bite mark and met her eyes. "Mmh, I did. I always leave my mark on what is mine." "I'm beyond okay with this." Emma replied, looking behind her at her pants on the hallway floor, where her phone was ringing. Standing she stretched, and padded over to her phone just as it finished ringing. 23 missed calls: Mom. "Shit." Frowning, Regina stood, grabbing her robe and tying it loosely around her waist as she looked at the phone screen. "What is-... Oh... Oh no." "She's probably... " Emma started just as the sound of frantic knocking echoed from downstairs. "Fuck..."