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Regina has a before-Christmas dinner with coworkers. Emma doesn't want her to leave.
(A bit spicy, not too much)
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As the clock struck 7 P.M, Emma scoffed, closing her laptop languidly as she reached to massage her temples with both hands. Laying back in bed, she closed her eyes for a second. She had been working non stop for the past four or five hours, only allowing herself a break when she desperately needed a glass of water to avoid eventual dehydratation. The dim lights of dawn, followed by total absence of natural light, contrasted greatly with her laptop's screen potent shine, developing a dull headache that'd started in the back of Emma's skull and slowly made its way around her brain until she could barely think straight. When the sheriff reports and police files started to swim and blurr under her gaze, she quickly gave up, judging it unwise to attempt to fight it further.
As she laid on silk, dark grey sheets, the blonde took off her reading glasses, throwing them aside carelessly. Trying to relax, she took a few deep breaths, focusing on the slow, melodic humming that made its way from the bathroom. A small smile played on her lips.
No one would have believed her if she'd told them Regina, mayor of Storybrooke and the Evil Queen herself, liked to sing while she got ready. In fact, she wouldn't even dare to hint so. She appreciated her life, after all. But the truth was the brunette had been humming around to different songs for the best part of the last two hours. Emma deemed it adorable. Her heart would skip a beat every single time she found her beautiful girlfriend lost in a trance, humming or dancing to whatever she listened to when she thought no one was looking.
As Emma drowned her senses in memories of Regina's domestic bliss, the bathroom door finally opened, startling her.
"Emma dear, are you okay?" Regina's velvety voice filled the space with its usual richness, making the blonde's stomach churn.
Slowly, Emma pushed herself up on both elbows to meet the brunette's gaze. Green orbs landed on dark, deep ones before inevitably trailing lower down to red, parted lips. Emma gasped as her glance took on soft curves, accentuated by black leather. Regina was wearing a deliciously short mini dress that reached to her mid-thigh. It clinged to her figure just right, leaving just the perfect amount of smooth thighs on sight.
As her eyes finally decided to make the way back to her face, Regina's brow was already arched in a mix of challenge and sheer amusement. Emma blushed slightly.
"Like what you see, Miss Swan?" the older woman purred, her signature smirk plastered on her face as an unmistakeable sign of victory.
"Do you really have to go out today?" the blonde whined in response, sitting straight on bed as she took her girlfriend's unending legs appreciatively in, absentmindedly licking her own lips.
Regina's laugh echoed through the room, the sound making Emma squirm on her seat. The world seemed to stop moving as the brunette approached the bed, her hips swaying gently as she carried herself with her usual elegance, taking a seat beside her. Regina stared intently at emerald eyes, dropping her gaze ocasionally to meet soft, pink lips. Her ebony pupils held such heat Emma's breath hitched in her throat, her reaction stealing another sweet smirk from Regina.
As the blonde struggled, trying to regulate her breathing, Regina leaned in, tilting her chin up with a single finger to look right in her eyes.
"Would you help me sweetheart?" the brunette whispered delicately, her breath making Emma's lips tickle.
"Sure...what do you need my help for?" she responded, clearing her throat right away, in a poor attempt to hide just how husky her voice had gotten.
With a feline-like, dangerous smile, Regina's gaze dropped to the floor. There, right at the bed's corner, stood a pair of shiny, sinfully high black heels. Emma groaned softly at the sight. Those were probably her favourite ones from the long collection of shoes the former Queen possessed. Besides from the fact that they made Regina's backside look incredibly enticing, Emma found herself enjoying the few extra inches they gave her everytime.
The brunette had always been slightly shorter, not extremely but noticeably so. However, in those heels, Regina towered at least a head over Emma, which unsurprisingly turned the blonde on.
A snap of Regina's fingers took Emma out of her trance.
"Where did you go?" the older woman whispered sultrily, her tone gentle yet demanding.
"Oh...I...umm...I was just thinking" Emma lied.
Regina chuckled, leaning in once more, tilting her head to the side as her lips found the blonde's ear. Her perfume was sweet and sensual, utterly intoxicating, Emma thought, making her dizzy.
"Emma darling...you're the worst liar, did you know that?" Regina grunted in her ear, sending shivers down the younger woman's spine.
Even if Emma did have quite the gift when it came to detecting lies, that didn't really apply when it was her turn to do so, specially when it came to her, and Regina knew that.
"Now...are you gonna help me with the shoes or not?" Regina demanded, leaning back to meet her gaze again.
Emma nodded frantically, not really sure she could trust her voice in that moment, earning a sly smile from the brunette's full lips nontheless. She was fucked.
"On your knees sweetheart" Regina commanded, her musky tone sending a jolt of pleasure straight down to her very core.
Emma complied, getting off the bed to gently kneel before her, her eyes never leaving the other woman's smug gaze as she reached for a shoe. The brunette was already presenting her foot like a relic, worth of adoration. Emma's slightly trembling hands gently secured the heel in place, making quick work of the other one and fastening them both so they wouldn't hurt or cause any discomfort to the older woman, who was still watching her every move.
As she finished, Emma's mind groggily tried to fight the urge to give in to her primal needs. It was useless. Before she could even think about it, her lips were pressed against the cool material of Regina's heel. The muffled whine the brunette exhaled was worth it, anyways.
Emma leant back just in time to watch the older woman stand, gulping audibly as she looked at her from her position on the floor.
"Stand" Regina commanded and Emma was on her feet as soon as the last letter left her lips.
Again, Regina towered over her, a pleased grin spreading on her lips as she looked down at Emma, relishing in her telling laboured breath and slight blush covering the blonde's cheeks. With a low chuckle, Regina pressed a passionate kiss on Emma's mouth, her lips tracing the blonde's and leaving her breathless.
There was no way in the world Emma did want her shamelessly teasing girlfriend to go to a stupid dinner after that. But Regina walked away, retrieving her purse before sending a last, meaningful glance in her direction.
"Wait up for me" the brunette hissed.
She didn't need to be told twice.
