When I See You Again

Chapter 10: If You Ever Did Believe

"Emma..."

The voice is like silk against her skin.

"Emma... wake up."

The sensual whisper is near her ear and even in her sleep addled state, Emma can feel goosebumps forming along her skin at the sound.

"Emma... please... wake up. I want you... I need you... touch me, Emma..."

Teeth bite down tenderly on her earlobe and before her eyes can even open, Emma feels warmth pooling in her core.

"Regina?" She knows it is the other woman, knows it like she knows her own name. Her voice is like honey sliding from her tongue onto Emma's skin. How was it that in such a short time she had already memorized the scent of her, not just the expensive perfume she wore, or the shampoo scent lingering in her raven hair... but the scent of her? "Regina, what—"

"Shhhh." A finger fell gently against Emma's lips, silencing her questions. "We have to be quiet."

Emma opened her eyes. Even in the dim light of the moon spilling through a break in the drapes, Emma could see cognac irises looking at her from above. The other woman's shoulder, naked but for a string trying to hold up her nightgown, seemed to glow in the silver light. On reflex Emma's hand flew up to grip a silk covered waist.

"Regina... what are you doing?" The blonde whispered, remembering that Henry was somewhere close.

"Something we've both wanted for a long time." Regina's full lips fell against Emma's then and kissed her softly. Emma was helpless against it. She did want this... so badly. In the back of her mind though she wondered how knowing this woman only a week could possibly be called a long time.

Her thoughts were silenced by a nip on her bottom lip, soothed by a warm tongue. Suddenly Emma wanted to know nothing except the taste of this woman beyond full lips. She ached to slide her tongue against golden skin. With wanton desperation, she needed to know every inch of her intimately.

But it was Regina who deepened the kiss first. Yes... it was honey that made her voice drip from sinful lips. Honey under her tongue that Emma was all too happy to steal. She moaned into the mouth above her and got one in return. Regina's mouth moved and soon was against her throat. Teeth nipped and tongue laved until Emma was sure she could endure no more without crying out into the darkness.

The exploring mouth continued until it was back at her ear, whispering hotly against her skin words too provocative to resist. A serpentine tongue danced against that most sensitive place beneath her ear stoking the warmth at the apex of her thighs. Perfect white teeth bit down hard, marking her, and Emma's back arched off the bed in response. She had never felt such desire and she knew she would never get enough.

Easing her mouth down, Regina lapped against the soft mounds of Emma's breasts peeking out from the top of her tank top. A slender leg moved between the blonde's own and pressed against her mound, changing glowing warmth to a raging fire. She gasped at the contact and rolled her hips forward toward the dark angel above her.

Not willing to be a pillow queen for anyone, Emma cleared her mind of the haze of arousal and grabbed Regina's tiny waist tighter, flipping them. Her mouth crashed against Regina's and kissed her deeply. Her mind was free from thoughts of anything but this woman and the burning trail her hands were leaving as they smoothed up Emma's back under her shirt. Above the object of her desire, looking down through a curtain of flaxen curls into the perfect face beneath her, Emma felt her heart swell with feelings she was afraid to name. She gazed into brown eyes and saw full lips pulled into a perfect smile... but there were tears in her eyes.

Tears?

"Regina? Are you alright?" Emma stopped moving against the woman beneath her.

In a flash Emma was standing in the road near the place she and Henry had broken down. It was bright and cold and Regina was holding her hand, tears in her eyes. Emma felt confused but unable to do anything about it.