You mentioned that Emma loves Regina's tummy because it's so soft. I was wondering if Regina ever gets self-conscious about her body, and how Emma would respond to her if she did.
Emma could always tell when Regina’s period was approaching.
It would always begin on a Sunday evening when lazy kissing would inevitably turn into something a little more intimate. Emma would quickly strip whatever light clothing she had on, and where Regina would normally do the same, on these occasions there’d be a pause.
Before she’d lean over to her bedside table and click off her lamp, and ask Emma to do the same.
The first few times Regina did this, Emma was confused. They were a firmly ‘sex with the lights on’ kind of couple, Emma loved seeing her Mommy in all her glory. From the way Regina’s breasts bounced when she was plowing into her to the faces she’d make when she climaxed, the blonde was obsessed.
So, of course, it was disconcerting to have sex in total darkness where she could only feel her way around for her Mama. Emma didn’t question it at first, but would come to recognise it as the first sign of a pattern of behaviour that would follow for the rest of the week.
Regina’s PMS symptoms verged on PMDD, and the focal point of her anxiety was always her body. Growing up in the early 2000s harmed Regina’s sense of her own body image for years. Whilst she had never been overweight and had come to mostly accept and love her body over the years, her premenstrual hormones would reignite her teenage body dysmorphia.
It didn’t help that Emma was naturally slim. Destined to be skeletal without a carefully curated diet, her body not yet showing the signs of age and maturity that Regina’s was. Of course, Regina logically knew she shouldn’t be comparing herself to her baby girl, who was twelve years her junior. It was easier said than done, though, when Regina saw her girlfriend prance around the bedroom with her perky tits and tight little abdominals whilst she felt heavy and bovine.
Sex with the lights off would be the start. It would be soon followed by extra early morning cardio sessions, which would steal Emma’s Mommy away from her in the mornings. Then came the tiny dinners, which would consist of salad and some chicken, but not much else. Mommy seemed permanently clothed around Emma, the girl couldn’t even catch a glimpse of skin when Regina was on the way to the shower.
Eventually, Emma would feel so bad that Regina was feeling uncomfortable in her body that she knew she needed to give her Mommy some kind words to bring her back to reality.
One night, as they sat quietly watching Homeland, Emma turned to her Mommy - who was using her fork to silently destroy the slice of cheesecake they were ‘sharing’ as a dessert, instead of actually eating it.
Regina could sense big green eyes staring into the side of her face.
“You know I think you’re perfect, right?”
Deflecting the comment immediately, Regina just smiled and pecked Emma’s cheek.
“Not as perfect as you, my little munchkin.”
The young blonde, who was a master at diverting conversations from serious topics, recognised her Mommy’s game.
“No, Mommy. I’m serious,” Emma’s face hardened slightly.
“You didn’t eat any pasta tonight, and your salad didn’t look filling at all,” the girl said plainly before looking down at the mess on the plate between them. “You’ve also mashed this cheesecake to a pulp instead of eating any of it.”
Mommy sighed, her hand releasing the fork and self-consciously coming to rub her stomach.
Emma shook her head. “You haven’t, Mommy. You just think that because your PMS makes you hate yourself.”
The older woman’s bottom lip trembled slightly and she sniffled back her upset. Emma’s arms opened immediately for Mommy, and Regina dove straight in for a cuddle, tears welling in her eyes. Emma held her Mommy for a while, resting her chin atop her head as Regina snuggled into her chest.
“This whole week my negative thoughts have just been on a constant loop, I just feel so gross,” Regina admitted, and then in a quieter voice, added. “Especially in comparison to you…”
“In comparison to me?” the girl questioned, her head tilted in confusion.
“I just look at you when you come out of the shower or when you’re getting changed. You look like a model and I just feel like some…flabby old woman that you’re settling with.”
“Woah woah woah, chill out, Mommy. Don’t call yourself that,” Emma sounded insulted on Regina’s behalf. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.”
A reassuring kiss found the crown of Regina’s head.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Emma whispered. “I daydream about you when we’re apart…”
“You do?” Regina sounded strangely surprised.
“Of course I do,” Emma shook her head as if it was obvious. “I think about your neck a lot.”
“My neck?” Regina laughed.
Your neck. Specifically this…” Emma ran her fingers up the side of Mommy’s throat. “Vein right here that gets all juicy and engorged when you are fucking me.”
“I just want to sink my teeth into it but I don’t want to kill you,” the girl admitted with a chuckle. “But I don’t think about your neck as much as I think about these…”
A hand came to gently cup around Mommy’s breast, heavy and sitting slightly lower due to her premenstrual hormones. Emma’s thumb grazed softly over the thick nipple that sat beneath the fabric of her top. Regina hissed quietly as it hardened under Emma’s caress before Emma’s hand moved further south.
Regina felt a hand cradle her soft tummy, which felt bloated despite her small dinner. Nimble fingers kneaded the flesh softly, which made the older woman self-conscious momentarily until Emma continued her encouraging monologue.
“This is my favourite part of you. Your arms and thighs are all muscle but this…is so fucking sexy and womanly.”
The heavy breathing that tickled Regina’s ear informed her that her little one was getting aroused just touching her, and remembering what lay beneath her clothes. Despite her feelings of inadequacy, it was difficult not to feel absolutely desired as Emma touched and spoke to her.
“You’re healthy, and your body is beautiful, Mommy,” Emma said, with an air of finality. “You don’t need to lose weight, and even if you put some on, you’ll still look like the hottest woman to ever have existed. Probably even hotter.”
The older woman’s head tilted back so she could meet Emma’s eyes, and found that Emma was already looking down at her, assessing how she was reacting to the words she was spouting.
“I guess I can’t argue with that, princess.”
“No, you can’t,” Emma replied, a small triumphant smile forming on her face. “Now, I’m gonna heat up the leftover pasta and you’re gonna eat it all. With extra foccacia.”
With a relieved breath, Regina admitted.
“I’m so hungry.”
"I know you are, Mommy,” Emma confirmed with another kiss on Regina’s head. “And then after you're done I think I’m going to show you just how much I love your body…”
