Love by Sunlight
Emma Swan x Regina Mills
Summary: On a scorching summers day in the middle of June, Regina is struggling with the heat like a woman posessed in comparison to Emma soaking it all up. Now Emma’s only solution is a spray bottle, chaotic gardening, and relentless love. What begins with heatstroke and huffing ends in laughter, release, and two womens love.
CW: 18+, Sexual content, soft dom/sub dynamic, Explicit references to orgasm, Public-ish intimacy (secluded garden), Humorous discussion of family overhearing, Mild language. Overheating, sensory overstimulation, Established relationship (domestic setting)
Word Count: 1.6k
Reading time: 7 Minutes
A/N: There is a british saying in this, 'Lady Muck' and for those who don't know what it mean it is: woman who thinks she is very important and should be treated better than everyone else, so like "Look at Lady Muck over there, expecting everyone to wait on her!" Most of us use it in a teasing way.
Whenever the temperature climbed during the summer months—Regina always became more grumpy and irritated than usual. This meant Emma always trying to help in the garden and with other things in the home and usually just irritating her wife more for not doing them the right way.
Today was one of those days. 87 Degrees. Emma was pottering, doing the gardening—which she was awful at. Regina was sat on the porch swing watching and unusually for her, was not in her work clothes, she actually took today of due to the heat and to spend some much needed time with Emma who offered to plant the flowers and pick the fruit that was ready to be eaten.
Regina sat in the shade, wearing a simple summers dress that only Emma ever got to see her in—legs resting up beside her her. The chair swung gently in the light breeze. Sunglasses placed strategically on her nose, watching her wife grunting as she plucked another strawberry from the ground and Regina sipped on her fresh apple juice like lady muck.
“Regina, what’s this?” Emma held something up in the air like a prize.
“Dirt Emma. You picked up dirt.” Regina sighed, relaxing into the calming motion of the swing in the summer breeze, watching her wife who was wearing a tank top and shorts that only just covered her ass. Regina’s eyes, even behind the sunglasses was fixed to Emma. The way her wife was trying her best, tongue stuck out across her top lip in concentration. Hair pulled back in a loose pony tail and, a few loose blond curls falling down the side of her face, sticking to her hot skin as she worked—or attempted to.
Regina could feel the heat clawing at her. Her skin was burning like she’d walked into an erupting volcano, and despite sipping on a cold glass of apple juice and fanning herself. Nothing was helping. What she really needed more than anything was a cold shower and not because she was horny, or Emma was turning her on. No. The heat was just too much, and it was so overstimulating as it always was that affected every part of her, making her more irritable—skin feeling like it had been light up like a fire in the middle of winter.
Emma still knelt in front of the fruit, her own skin catching the warm heat from the sun—but unlike Regina she didn’t feel it in the same way. She could feel it was warm. No. It was hot. She understood why Regina was struggling, but the heat didn’t touch her. Emma could stand in it and feel it, and let it soak her up—she enjoyed the warmth. The feel of it on her bare skin made her feeling like she was being wrapped in a pot of gold.
Emma heard the huffing, sighing and groaning coming from the swing seat on the porch. She turned her head back slightly, chin leaning against her shoulder and green eyes darting towards her wife who was moving her body like she had ants in her pants, huffing, scratching her skin because the heat was making her so uncomfortable and when Regina pressed the cold glass of apple juice to her cheek Emma knew it was time.
She had a plan up her sleeve—if she was wearing a sleeved top of course.
Emma finally pushed herself up from the heated grass—with her bare feet took a walk over towards the porch where Regina was still fidgeting—grumbling every two second. Emma leaned herself against the side of the pillar, crossing her ankles, her tank top having just risen to just below the under part of her breasts—annoyingly to Emma, Regina had not seen, she was too hot and bothered trying to sit comfortably.
“Hey you.” Emma put one hand on her hip, eyebrow raised as she watched her wife squirm.
Silence—
“Gina…hey…babe….” Emma clicked her fingers in the air to get Regina’s attention—immediately wishing she hadn’t.
Regina lifted her head slowly, pausing the rubbing of her skin like a child with chicken pox. She raised her eye brow “You did not just click at me.” she drew out each syllable at time, making sure Emma knew exactly what she had done to irritate her—but at this point anything could irritate Regina.
“Look, I know you’re hot and bothered and personally victimised by the sun, but—”
“No buts. I am two fucking minutes away from declaring war on the sun. Not even you can stop me.” Regina huffed, palms rubbing her red neck. Regina was practically burning alive from the inside out, her dignity was barely intact, sipping at her still very cold glass of apple juice the was begging to condensate like it was a very last line of defence.
“I couldn’t stop you raging war or the entire universe if I wanted to but…” Emma, whose hands were still covered in soft soil, spotted the spray bottle by her feet. She lowered herself—stretching out her hand and picking it up, hiding the bottle behind her back like she preparing for a war of her own…against her irritated, hot, sweating, overstimulated wife. Emma stood, lips pressed together, twitching, waiting to pounce a growing feeling of love and smugness.
“Ha.Ha. What are you looking it?” Regina snapped, a lot harsher than she meant. Luckily it was said to Emma who knew her tone with every breath.
“You…I mean you okay babe? You like a little, I dunno, melty?” Emma giggled, holding the bottle tighter and pulling it round into Regina’s line of sight.
Regina raised an eyebrow, which was noticeable even behind the sunglasses—so was the smile that was plastered on like a love sick teenager even through the irritation of the heat. “Emma, I swear to god—”
Then without warning, Emma’s finger squeezed and—
PSH, PSH, PSH, Emma sprayed her wife like a feral cat that needed to be cooled off.
Regina? She squealed.
Yes.
She squealed like a little girl and she didn’t care, she put her glass down, reaching for the bottle but Emma was too fast for her and she stepped back, running through the garden with a mayor who looked as if she was about to strip off her summer dress from the heat as she ran after her hot wife. Hot in every sense of the word.
Emma whilst running round the apple tree, and round the garden another couple of times managed to squirt Regina again, again, again, and again. In fact Regina looked like she’s been swimming by the time Emma had finished with her but that wasn’t what was making her smile—no it was the sheer joy on her wife’s face, the fact she hadn’t complained about her skin in the last five minutes. She was just being free. And then—
Regina managed to grab the bottle, and through that the two of them fell to the ground in a crumples mess, Emma ending up on top. As always.
Regina dress was riding half way up her thighs and Emma took the bottle spraying her wife’s face as the previous heavy, breathless laughter began to dye down. The silence between them lingered for a moment, both just staring into each other souls as if they were the only two people in the world that mattered—at this point though, they were.
“Emma—”
“Shh. Don’t talk.” Emma whispered, her hand moving to just above Regina’s knee. The heat was there but that wasn’t the only kind of heat she was giving off. Emma nudge her thighs apart and Regina let them fall to the side—breath steady for the moment as she felt every trace of Emma’s warm, gentle fingers dance up the inside of her thigh.
Emma’s lips pressed on the side of Regina’s jaw, gentle, longing, soft, making sure Regina felt every movement of her lips, and even when she nipped at her skin, Regina gasped as Emma’s teeth pulled gently.
“This…” Regina’s breath hitched as she tried to find her words—Emma grinned, pressing her lips to Regina to try and shut her up, but it never lasted long.
“Emma, this doesn’t mean you’re getting out of folding the laundry.”
“Oh I think it does….” Emma laughed, her hand settling between Regina’s thighs, fingers gently sliding through her wife’s already dripping cunt. Regina almost held her breath as she felt Emma’s fingers tease, taking her time and the moment her fingers entered and thumb landed on her clit, Regina’s hips bucked chasing, needing, as her body melted into the hot grass underneath her. Emma’s fingers were relentless, her other hand suddenly coming up to cover Regina’s mouth to stop her from screaming.
“Shhh, you don’t want my parent’s finding us like this do you?”
Regina shook her head, groaning—moaning into Emma’s hand, her own hands pulling at Emma’s tank, needing the closeness of her wife’s body against her as Emma bought her wife to the edge, over and over and over again until finally she gave her the release she was desperately seeking, and even with her mouth covered Regina still screamed, tears slowly and quietly rolling down her face from the intensity of her orgasm.
Emma pulled her fingers free, settling into Regina’s arms. her head over Regina’s chest hearing the pounding of her wife’s heart—to Emma it was one of the most beautiful and calming noises she could ever hear. It was grounding, soft and spoke a language that was their love.
Regina lay flat on the bottom of Emma’s spine, the two of them settling into the warm grass under the summer sun, and for the first time that day Regina’s skin didn’t feel like it was on first—it felt like it had been bathed in sunlight, scooped up and held like the most precious thing there was, just in the very same way that Emma was to her.
Two women bathed in the warmth of the summers sun.
