The Tie That Binds

Chapter Twenty-Two

Officially reaching and sliding into the seven month of pregnancy has meant a distinct change in Emma's routine and behavior. Regina was kind enough, actually she was in love enough with Emma to not point out the unusual sleeping patterns, the cravings, the restlessness, the weird obsessive need for things in a peculiar way or the fluctuating libido that Regina cannot possibly keep up with.

"Mm-Em-ma," Regina incoherently murmurs in her sleep when she feels two sneaky fingers gliding slowly through the wetness she didn't know was pooling between her legs.

"I really...really...need you to wake up," Emma seductively moans as her fingertips press down perfectly against Regina's fluttering bundle of nerves and draw the most delicious circles.

"You said you weren't in the mood," Regina reminds her, forcing her voice to stay neutral.

"Yeah well, I changed my mind," and Regina is positive she has never heard the Savior's voice so low before, instantly doing dirty things to her body.

"I see that," she says as her breath hitches when Emma hits a particular spot that has her toes curling in delight.

Regina isn't sure how long this sudden spark of desperate need will last, so she abruptly sits up, slowly removing her silk top as she crawls up her lover's legs. Emma is already supporting herself with one fist into the mattress behind her while her free hand clasps onto Regina's neck and pulls her in for a searing kiss that inspires goosebumps to pop along their flesh and stars to explode behind their eyes.

Regina knows Emma has been uncomfortable as of lately and a little shy about her excess weight. So, instead of making such a fuss about removing clothing and feeling so exposed, she flicks her wrist and uses her magic to eliminate all articles of clothing.

Emma abruptly stops kissing her, those curious green eyes skittering down to examine their nakedness. "Good, no need to waste time," she rambles, crashing their mouths together again.

"Oh," Regina taunts, straddling those thick thighs, "you don't have time for magic foreplay?" She teases into the kiss, knowing Emma will recall exactly what she's referring to.

"I am already pregnant, what else could happen?" She shrugs so carelessly as Regina slowly backs her up against the head board, shoving a pillow behind her back for support before she dives down between her lover's legs. There is a sudden shift in the air, an extra buzz of apprehension that Regina is not familiar with as she kisses Emma's slick folds. "As much as I love this..." Regina pauses, her eyes flicking up to those emeralds shimmering with anxiousness. "I can't wait until I'm not pregnant and we can do something...new."

Regina gradually licks a path through those silky folds, humming at the taste of someone who was sworn to be her enemy. It makes all of this, that much sweeter. "And what do you have in mind?" She asks nonchalantly as if this is an appropriate time to have a casual conversation.

"I-" Emma loses focus as Regina's agile tongue expertly swirls around the place pounding for attention.

"We've done quite a few things," she indifferently declares, "except for toys," she notes, pressing another kiss before her tongue plunges into Emma's tight canal. She curls her tongue quickly then slips right out to caress her clit all over again.

"Fuck, Regina," her girlfriend groans deep in the back of her throat, scratching her nails through those dark locks and gathering a fistful.

She moans deliriously, absolutely in love with the way Emma always holds her into position. She's come to learn over the past several months that the Savior loves to be in control in bed and for the first time ever, Regina is not only willing, but loves relinquishing all power to her.