hunnyfresh - Letters from War

Emma was pulled in again for another searing kiss, this one less hurried but just as passionate as the last, and all Emma could do was hold on. "Emma."

Her lips curled into a smile and the ringing in her ears hummed until the only sound she could hear was Regina whispering her name over and over. It wasn't until she looked down to see that the brunette was in fact peppering kisses down Emma's jaw, along her neck, and up behind her ear, each kiss laced with her name, promising the world.

"Are you really here?" Regina whispered in her ear so softly the tingles made her shiver and pull the brunette closer.

She nodded. "I'm here."

Rational thinking was thrown out the window when Emma followed Regina eagerly up the stairs. Like so many times before, the brunette was leading the blonde by the fingertips and did it ever feel like home. Her eyes were trained on the older woman in front of her who continued glancing back with every step just to make sure Emma was still there, and every time green eyes met brown, Emma would squeeze her hand and pick up her pace just a little bit.

The need to be close was stronger than ever, and as soon as the bedroom door was shut behind them, the air thickened once again. They didn't wait to join their lips. They had done enough waiting. So Emma drowned in the mocha taste of Regina, vowing to never be without these lips for too long again because out of everything she had been through, that may have just been the cruelest form of torture.

They stepped toward the bed, Emma leading her backwards until the mattress hit Regina's knees, and Emma settled her down gently onto the duvet, hovering over her, refusing to part for a second. Regina was the first to pull away only to trail her lips down Emma's neck. The blonde moaned at the sensation and snapped her eyes shut until she felt Regina move upwards toward the head of the bed, bringing Emma with her by the belt loops.

She inched closer to the draped brunette, doubling at the waist to lower her lips to the exposed stomach there. Regina sighed, legs parting to better accommodate the woman on top of her. With each kiss, Emma expertly released the latch of Regina's blouse buttons, starting with the bottom and moving her way up with every hotly press of her tongue and lips against taut flesh until she reached a beige satin bra. Emma's breath quivered in want, hot air tickling Regina enough to make her squirm, then she latched her lips above the breast.

Regina groaned and threaded fingers through Emma's hair, pulling the blonde away from her ministrations to capture her lips in a desperate kiss. They hadn't done much other than heated kisses and that one blissful night in Boston, but instinct suddenly took over, and all Emma could think was that she needed to lose herself in this woman.

"Can we?" Regina asked breathily, just as frantic as Emma with her hair mussed, shirt open, pleading. She tugged the blonde's coat from her shoulders leaving Emma in her plain grey tee.

Emma opened her eyes to stare down at two darkened pupils, desire-filled and begging. The affirmation was on the tip of her tongue, but when Emma moved her hand to palm Regina's cheek reassuringly, her gaze zeroed in on her hand, metal against flesh. Her fingers curled in self-consciously, and Emma settled back on her knees, desire making way for embarrassment. "You don't . . .have to. Close your eyes. I can—"

Regina quieted her with another kiss. When their breathing laboured, Regina had taken Emma's palm, fingers clasped between the robotic joints and examined it as though she had just uncovered a precious gem. "Am I hurting you?"

"No."

Her lips came down over Emma's knuckles before releasing her fingers to trail her hand up Emma's forearm, caressing the socket there.

"It's just a nub," Emma muttered, drawing back completely and avoiding her gaze.

"I don't care what it is. It's you. Here." Regina let out a breathy disbelieving laugh. "Emma, you're here."

She smiled widely unable to control the flutter in her chest and found she didn't want to. "You're here," Emma repeated sounding just as astounded as the brunette. "Regina."

Regina mimicked her smile and nodded, biting her lip as she did so, her fingers dancing on the hem of Emma's t-shirt. "I have been waiting for you."

"Me too." Emma curled her fingers with Regina's, staring intently at her just to make sure before slowly helping her lift the fabric of the shirt up and over her head.

Regina was silent as she took in Emma's body. Her eyes roved over every inch, and though there was desire there, the love shining through made Emma want to blush. Emma followed her gaze down her torso to her bra-clad chest and harnessed shoulder, down to the long scar down her collarbone and the healed scrapes scattering across her stomach.

Emma turned away, her hand on her belly as if that alone could prevent Regina from seeing, but before she could fully settle, Regina floated up from her spot so the blonde was nestled over her between her legs and grasped Emma's fingers, leading them away from her stomach and keeping them intertwined on the bed. Quietly, Regina traced every visible scar with the pad of her fingers. A jagged cut down her right hip. A faint horizontal outline just under her chest. She kissed them. She kissed them all then moved to the scar on her collarbone and licked a line along its path. "You are even more beautiful than I remember," Regina whispered against her flesh.

Emma couldn't help but sigh at the sensation and steady herself with her free hand on Regina's waist. She was too broken. Physically damaged. But she believed Regina. Believed her words and every touch against her skin and the stinging water behind her eyes couldn't be helped when Regina threaded their fingers together again, metal between flesh.

"I love you." Emma found herself whispering though she knew that's all she wanted to say. "I love you."

"I love you too," Regina ground out in a desperate whisper before releasing Emma's hands and wrapping her arms around her neck. "God, I've missed you."

Like magnets, their lips were drawn to one another, moulding to perfection as they lay against each other on the bed once more. Any hesitation or doubt was gone because in this moment, even if this was their last moment or their first moment or by some will of the gods they were allowed just a few hours of time, they were together.

One more time, Emma told herself as her fingers unclasped beige satin, pushing the blouse and bra from Regina's shoulders. Lips trailed down familiar grooves of the softest body, memorizing every plane. If she was going to wake tomorrow and this all be a dream, she'd have one more time to relish in everything that was Regina Mills.

Regina helped Emma unbutton and pull off her slacks, her underwear the next to go.

Emma sat back on her knees, taking in the naked goddess beneath her. Pert nipples staring skyward, golden flesh kissed with a hint of pink from the heat coiling through her, smile shyly coy but eyes similar to Emma's: disbelief and wonder and unadulterated happiness. One more time was thrown out the window because she couldn't be happy with just one. She needed Regina like she needed air. Her hand stroked up a smooth calf and over a knee before tickling the older woman's thigh so her legs fell apart with a giggle.

Too long. Way too long, Emma thought as she scooted down to lie in between Regina's legs, her fingers still tickling high on heated thighs as she pressed kisses below the brunette's ridiculous yet amazing belly button ring.

"Wait," Regina whispered though on the breath of a moan Emma almost didn't catch it.

She lifted her head, chin resting on Regina's pubic bone as her finger lazily drew circles at the juncture of her thigh. The brunettes eyes fluttered before sitting up abruptly and tugging Emma until their lips crashed. "You." There was no mistaking the beg in Regina's voice. "I want you. Please. Please, Emma."