They both felt lighter when they woke up on Saturday morning. Shedding their innermost, darkest, and almost shameful thoughts had brought them closer as a couple and also made their fears somehow less problematic. In whatever ways this pregnancy was going to affect their relationship, Emma and Regina were going to do this together. Emma was relieved and grateful that Regina had accepted her confession and Regina was grateful that Emma trusted her with such a dark truth.
"What shall we do today?" Emma asked as she set a cup of coffee in front of Regina who was sitting in the living room.
"I don't mind," Regina said, looking up from the newspaper as Emma sat beside her on the sofa. "Do you and Henry have any plans?"
"Henry is about to cycle over to the Zimmer's for the day and I've got a pile of marking I'm avoiding."
"Has he still not told you about him and Ava?"
"Nope," Emma chuckled. "He thinks I'm completely clueless even though they insist on making out behind the bike sheds. Killian caught them twice this week alone."
"It's sweet," Regina laughed. "Young love."
"So what do you want to do? I assume you don't want to make out behind the bike sheds with me."
"Do you have a bike shed?"
"No, but I have a garage. It's like the adult equivalent," Emma pointed out.
Regina laughed again. "Much as I'm sure I'd enjoy making out with you in your garage all day, I think perhaps we should do something else."
"Wanna spend it in my bed?" Emma asked, eyebrows waggling.
Regina smirked, her eyes darkening slightly.
"Henry!" Emma called out. "When are you leaving?"
"As soon as I've found my trainers!" came the response from somewhere upstairs.
"You sure you don't need a lift? It's raining," Emma said.
"It's always raining."
"He has a point," Regina said. "It doesn't feel much like March does it."
"No," Emma agreed, looking out of the window at the damp, grey street. "Which is yet another reason we should spend all day in bed."
"You don't have to persuade me, darling. I'm already planning what I'm going to do to you first."
Emma's throat went dry. "Henry! Do you need help finding your trainers?"
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No sooner had the door slammed behind Henry did the two women take off up the stairs, giggling uncontrollably as they bundled through Emma's door and landed on the bed, Regina straddling Emma who was panting and grinning broadly up at her.
"You're insatiable," Regina murmur as Emma began to pluck at her shirt.
"Only when it comes to you," Emma said before she latched her mouth onto a sweet spot on Regina's neck and laved the sensitive skin there.
Regina shivered at the sensation as her own fingers fumbled to rid Emma of the tank top separating the blonde's body from her own. Pulling it off forced Emma to stop her assault on Regina's neck, although judging by the pale red mark already blooming, it was probably a good thing. Emma instead rolled Regina onto her back and began to unbutton the silk, watching the fabric ripple open to expose the tanned skin below. Her stomach was still flat, no sign of the life blooming within it. Emma lowered her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to just above Regina's belly button.
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troubled teachers
Fanfic[COMPLETE] Regina Mills works as a teacher and is abused by her husband, Robin. She doesn't speak up until a certain blonde comes to town. Emma Swan is a teacher with a 14 year old son and a history. She runs into a brunnete on the first day of work...
