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“I can’t wait to get inside with you, and not just because it’s so cold out here,” Emma laughed. She wrapped her arms around Regina from behind.

“Hmm, I do believe it’s time for your gift, my dear.” A mischievous smile crept across Regina’s face as she leaned back into Emma while retrieving her keys from her bag.

“I love Henry’s, but that kid could not have had worse timing earlier.”

Regina began to blush. “No, he could not. I think he at least believed the story about the contents of my desk being all over the floor because you’re so clumsy.”

Emma didn’t have the heart to tell her wife that no seventeen-year-old was going to believe that. “Yeah… Well at least by him taking us out to lunch earlier, we get the whole evening to ourselves…” She pressed a kiss to Regina’s neck.

“That is most wonderful indeed.” Regina slid the key into the lock and pushed the door of the mansion open, pulling Emma in behind her. The kiss had transported her right back to where they were earlier, before Henry had interrupted them.

“Surprise!”

Both women jumped as the lights flickered on and most people from the small town stood in their hallway, raising glasses of Champagne to Emma. At the front of the crowd stood Henry, his grandparents flagging him on either side.

“Happy Birthday, Mom!”

“Thanks, kid. Uh, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Emma, don’t be so silly! It’s a surprise party,” Snow answered on Henry’s behalf.

“So I see. We, uh, we’ll be right back, just need to freshen up. Long day at work, you know, and it’s cold out, and, well thanks for coming everyone! We’ll be right back.” Emma grabbed Regina’s hand and pulled her up the staircase into their bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them.

“Did you know?” Emma’s soulful, green eyes were wide with shock and a hint of disappointment.

“I had no idea!” Regina finally managed to speak.

“I just wanted to spend the evening with you,” Emma pouted. She pushed Regina against the door and leaned in to kiss her. Loud moans escaped her lips and she was thankful that at least all the people in their home were making enough noise to drown out any sounds coming from their bedroom. “I can’t wait any longer,” she muttered between kisses. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day!”

“So impatient,” Regina laughed. She wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist, pulling her in. “I want you too, baby, trust me. But it seems we’re going to have to be a little more patient. Her hands ran up over the curve of Emma’s breasts, feeling hardened nipples as they strained against the knitted sweater Emma wore.

“But we could just…” Emma reached a hand down to Regina’s knee and began pulling her skirt up, before slipping between her thighs. Her fingers found the damp, lace panties that covered Regina’s centre and she pressed into them.

Regina moaned into Emma’s ear, feeling a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. “We can’t, we have to go downstairs. Hopefully, they’ll-” She let out a loud moan before reluctantly moving Emma’s hand away. “Hopefully they won’t stay long.”

Emma began to pout again. “And once they’re gone, we can finally…?”

“Once they’re gone, you are mine!” Regina met Emma’s lips with her own, flicking her tongue into the eager woman’s mouth. “Hmmm, okay. Enough! We have to stop. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner they all leave.”

Emma groaned loudly. “I really don’t want to. Can’t you, like, freeze them all in time or something or wipe their memories and send them home?” She was only half joking with her suggestions. It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful she now had all these people in her life who cared enough to want to share her birthday with her. There had been many birthdays where she’d been alone, blowing out a single candle on a cupcake. At the same time, in that moment, the only person she wanted to share the evening with was Regina.

“I don’t think the townspeople would take too kindly to The Evil Queen returning.”

“But I would!” Emma winked hopefully.

“Later, my dear. Come on.”

Thirty minutes later and Emma had managed to say hello to everyone and thank them for coming, while fake yawning in the hope they wouldn’t stay long. Seeing the kitchen was empty for the moment, she pulled Regina around the corner of a cabinet and kissed her again. “God, I want you,” she moaned.

“Emma?”

The two women jumped apart at the familiar sound of Snow’s voice.

“Oh, there you are!” Snow came running towards her, David trailing behind. “We thought you’d like to open your present.”

“My present?” Emma grimaced. “You shouldn’t have. Really, the party was enough.”

Regina choked back a laugh at the sarcasm in Emma’s tone, seemingly unnoticed by Snow.

“Here, we had it made especially for you!” Snow held out a small box wrapped in baby pink paper that was adorned with fairies.

“Thanks.” Emma couldn’t tear the paper off quickly enough, just so she didn’t have to look at it any longer. Wrapping discarded, she lifted the mottled, pink lid and stared inside. “Really. You shouldn’t have,” she said dryly.

“Nonsense, every princess should have a tiara.” Snow prattled on, ignoring the look of disdain on her daughter’s face.

“Right, it’ll go great with my jeans next time I have dinner at Granny’s.”

Regina and David laughed while Snow continued to remain oblivious.

“Here, I thought you might like this.” David held out a small envelope. “It’s a gift certificate for that new Greek restaurant. I figured you and Regina could have a nice evening.”

Emma smiled as she took the envelope. “Thanks, Dad. We were wanting to try that place.” While she still struggled on occasion to forgive her parents for putting her through the magical wardrobe, for sending her into the world all alone, she was at least grateful that her father treated her like an adult and respected her decisions. The same could not be said for her mother.

“Well, we better get back to the guests,” Regina added, hoping to get them away from Snow before she could open her mouth again.

“Right, yeah, guests.” Emma gladly took Regina’s cue and headed out of the kitchen.

They slipped into the study, being stopped by a handful of people along the way. Emma flopped onto the sofa and stared at the tiara before throwing it onto the table. “What was she thinking?” She shook her head, not really expecting Regina to have an answer.

“What is she ever thinking?” Regina laughed. She didn’t need much of a reason to bash her mother-in-law.

“Surely it’s time for people to go home now, right?” Emma knew in reality they still had another few hours before people would start leaving.

“Okay, no one should have to spend their birthday like this! You’ve said hello to everyone, yes?”

“Yeah, does that mean…”

“It means I think it’s time to get us out of here.” In a swirl of purple magic, Regina teleported them both to her vault.

Emma squealed in excitement. “Thank you! I love you!”

“I love you, too. Which is why I couldn’t let you suffer there any longer,” Regina laughed. “That, and I can’t wait to have my way with you any longer, either.” With a flourish of her hand, candles filled the space, bathing them in a soft glow.

Emma felt her whole body relax as Regina’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for a kiss. Soft, warm lips met her own and the fire began to stoke within her again. “Hmm, can we really?”

“Whatever the birthday girl wants.” Regina winked at her. “So, what will it be?”

“The red velvet,” Emma answered without hesitation.

“Very well. Although, I’m not sure how pleased I am with you making me sound like a cupcake.”

“Well, you are good enough to eat.” Emma shrugged.

Regina called on her magic once more and instantly her short bob was transformed into a long mane that fell over her shoulder, while some of it was perfectly coiffed upon her head. The simple skirt and shirt she’d spent the day in at work had been transformed into a long, crushed velvet dress in a deep red, black lace running down the centre and around her waist.

“You know your safe word?”

“Red.” Emma nodded, clearly in a hurry to move things along.

“Very well, Saviour,” Regina drawled.

Emma’s skin pricked in anticipation as The Evil Queen slowly circled her. She swallowed thickly, turning her head to keep her eyes on Regina. This had become a favourite game of theirs and she always felt privileged that she was the only one that still got to see the not-so-evil Queen.

“Eyes to the front. You know the rules,” Regina’s low voice whispered into her ear from behind, her warm breath sending shivers down Emma’s spine.

“S- Sorry,” Emma muttered. She felt Regina’s magic remove her clothes, leaving her in nothing but a strapless, black basque, most of which was see-through.

Regina stood in front of her again, looking her up and down, devouring her with her gaze. “Now, that’s better, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Emma answered dutifully. Her hands reached out to Regina, delighting in the feel of velvet and lace under her fingertips.

“Have we forgotten our manners, Miss Swan?” Regina’s slender hand grabbed Emma by the jaw, lifting her chin up so their eyes met.

“I’m sorry, My Queen.” Emma smiled uncontrollably as she gave the simple answer, her green eyes now dark pools of desire.

“Very good. Now, I don’t believe you had permission to touch me, did you, Saviour?”

“No, My Queen.”

“Then I do believe there will have to be a punishment.”

“Yes, My Queen.” Emma’s eyes sparkled with excitement. They’d been here many times before, but each time was always a little different. Emma never knew quite what to expect.

A gasp escaped Emma’s lips as she felt Regina’s magic. She found herself restrained against a wooden St Andrew’s cross, unsure where it had even come from. Thick cuffs were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles as her limbs were spread wide, leaving her exposed and waiting for whatever The Evil Queen wished to do with her.

Regina stood in front of her. “Just one more thing, I think, Saviour.” She flicked her wrist, removing the lingerie from Emma’s body, leaving her naked. Regina leaned in, pressing herself against Emma, pushing her against the wooden cross.

The studded, leather pads pressed into Emma’s flesh. Regina pressed her lips against Emma’s, kissing her softly, slowly. When Emma responded hungrily, leaning forwards for more, Regina pulled back for a moment.

“Always so impatient, Saviour. I think your punishment will be to wait.” Her lips curled up into a grin.

Emma groaned at the loss of contact. “Please, My Queen.” She would happily beg her Queen for what she so desperately wanted. Needed.

Regina leaned back in, kissing her softly once more, her tongue exploring Emma. She could sense the struggle in Emma as she desperately tried not to hurry Regina. “Good girl,” she whispered, before dragging perfectly manicured, black nails down Emma’s throat. She continued down between her breasts, down her stomach, slowly, painfully, teasing Emma inch by inch. She felt muscles tense and flutter under her touch.

Emma moaned and writhed, feeling herself become even wetter, even more desperate, until finally, Regina ran a single finger lightly over her folds. “Please, My Queen. Please, I need you.”

Regina pulled away abruptly, moving her hand to Emma’s mouth. She ran her finger over Emma’s lips, coating them in Emma’s own desire. Regina pressed her body against her again, kissing her, licking Emma’s juices from her own lips. “You do taste most wonderful, Miss Swan, but letting you come so soon, wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it now?” She rolled a nipple between her fingers, squeezing it just hard enough to elicit a sharp groan.

“No, My Queen,” Emma answered reluctantly. Secretly, or perhaps not so secretly, she enjoyed Regina teasing her, toying with her. The anticipation, the desperation. She loved every moment. However, Regina had been teasing her and toying with her all day, and now she needed release. “Just this once, My Queen. Please don’t make me wait?” She wondered if Regina would take pity on her. “Please, I need you so badly, it aches.”

Regina pulled away, crossing her arms below the generous curve of her breasts. “So you think I should just give in to your wishes? Forget about punishing you?”

“No- Yes- I-” Emma wasn’t sure what the correct answer was. She just knew she needed Regina and she needed her now.

“Is it here-” Regina’s fingers delved between Emma’s slick, warm folds and quickly circled her clit. “That you ache for me, Saviour?” Her eyes pierced Emma’s soul as she pinned her with her gaze.

“Ye- yes, My Queen.” Emma’s hips bucked towards Regina’s hand, as much as they could with the way she was restrained. Her breathing began to quicken, and her heart raced. Would Regina really let her have her release now? Is that even what Emma wanted?

Regina’s fingers continued to hover over the swollen nub, now moving in slow circles as she watched Emma’s body undulate under her touch. She couldn’t let Emma come, not yet. No matter how delicious she felt under her fingers, no matter how much she wanted to savour the feel of her, of her pleasure as she came undone, she had to stop. She pulled away, stifling her own groan as she smiled at the sound coming from Emma’s lips. “I don’t think it’s time for you to come yet, Saviour. Perhaps I won’t let you come at all. I don’t think I’ve had enough fun playing with you yet.”

Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Please, My Queen. I need you.”

“Hmmm.” Regina’s eyes roamed Emma’s naked, restrained body. She flicked her wrist and the old, wooden chair at the desk next to them moved out. She slowly sat down, crossing one leg over the other, as though it was her throne. Using her magic again, she covered Emma’s eyes with a blindfold.

“Please, My Queen.” Emma’s whole body hummed with pleasure, with desperation. She needed release, but she knew the blindfold meant that was not happening any time soon. In fact, it only heightened her other senses, making her aware of just sensitive she was, how erect her nipples were, how wet she was at her centre.

“So impatient, Saviour.”

A shiver ran down Emma’s spine again as she felt the words whispered in her ear. She could feel Regina’s magic, ready to tease and torture every part of her. She pulled against her restraints, unable to keep still; the cuffs held her firmly in place. As a featherlight touch ran down each arm, she let out a gasp that quickly turned into continuous, guttural moans. Was it Regina’s fingers? A feather? She wasn’t sure, but it continued its torturous path down her forearms, the crook of each elbow, over her biceps. Her skin came out in goosebumps at the teasing touch, her nipples hardened further and her cunt released a fresh flood of desire, desperate to feel Regina inside of her.

Regina smiled to herself, happy with the response she was drawing from Emma; her chest rose and fell heavily in short, sharp bursts. Her cheeks and chest flushed with heat and her folds glistened with desire. She sat back in the chair, using her magic to conduct the two feathers that she was currently teasing her wife with. If she stood in front of Emma, she would be able to feel the heat of Regina’s body, feel where her hands were moving to next. If she sat back and used her magic, every touch was unknown, unless she wanted it to be. Every touch was hotly anticipated. A surprise assault on the Saviour’s senses.

She watched as the feathers continued their journey from Emma’s arms, straight down her sides. They ran back and forth over her ribs, causing Emma to writhe and moan in pleasure, in a need for more. They reached the sides of Emma’s stomach and continued their dance downwards, slowly, inch by inch, down Emma’s hips, her outer thighs, her calves, the tops of her feet. Emma had given up begging and pleading, unable to do anything but let out continuous moans of pleasure.

Regina could feel her own desire growing, her lace panties soaked through, her own breathing ragged. There was nothing she loved more than watching Emma’s beautiful, toned body respond to her touch. Especially when she was tied up and helpless to do anything but accept whatever pleasure was bestowed upon her.

The feathers danced their way up Emma’s legs, moving their way up to her inner thighs.

“Hmm. Please, My Queen. Please let me come.” Her desperate need for release helped her form words again. She’d spent the entire day in a state of arousal, desperate for Regina, and now her whole body hummed in pleasure. The light touch of the feathers threatened to tip her over the edge, she was so close, every part of her body so sensitive.

Regina expertly guided the feathers over Emma’s naked mound as her hips bucked reflexively, eager to find the touch she so desperately needed.

“So impatient, Miss Swan.”

Regina looked on, enthralled at the sight before her, as the feathers reached Emma’s abs. They danced and flitted over her stomach, around her belly button, up the front of her ribs, before working their way around the curve of each breast. They moved in circles, spiralling their way closer and closer toward each nipple. As they teased the pebbled skin, Regina summoned more magic, securing nipple clamps tightly in place.

Emma groaned loudly, the sensation shooting straight to her core. The feathers continued their way up over Emma’s chest, back along her collarbone, up under her arms and towards her wrists again. As they came to a stop, her body relaxed a little, her focus on the pinch of the nipple clamps. Caught unawares, just as she knew Regina liked, she let out a squeal as droplets of ice-cold water fell on her breasts.

“You were looking a touch warm there, Saviour.” Regina laughed gleefully at the surprise she saw in Emma’s expression. “I think your Queen should come before you do, don’t you, Miss Swan?”

Emma began nodding hurriedly as she tried to form words. “Yes, My Queen. Please, please let me taste you?” She was just as eager to make Regina come undone as she was for release herself.

“Well, I suppose it is your birthday, and I should let you have at least one thing you desire, Saviour.”

Regina summoned her magic, releasing Emma from the cross and bringing her to kneel on a cushion in front of her. Emma’s ankles were cuffed together and her wrists cuffed behind her back. She knelt up, still blindfolded and awaiting instruction. Another flick of Regina’s wrist and Emma’s blindfold was removed, as were Regina’s panties.

Emma blinked, adjusting to the light in the room as she looked at Regina eagerly, her eyes filled with hunger. Regina dipped forward kissing her softly, before whispering gently in her ear. “I’m going to free your wrists, Saviour, but if you touch yourself, I won’t allow you to come tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes, My Queen.” Emma looked up through her lashes, clearly eager to please her Queen.

“Very well. Make me come, and if you’re lucky, I’ll grant you release.”

“Yes, My Queen.”

Regina used her magic to free Emma’s wrists and moved her hips to the edge of the chair, hiking the velvet material up around her waist. It would have been easier to remove her own clothes as well, but she knew the effect the ensemble would have on Emma; something she didn’t want to waste.

Emma leaned forwards, placing a hand on each of Regina’s thighs. Regina willingly obliged, spreading her legs wider and granting access. She was so turned on, so wet herself, she knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come. It never did when she got to tease Emma like this, got to play with her, to take her to the edge of insanity until she finally let her come.

Regina leaned back, sighing deeply as Emma’s lips left a trail of wet, warm kisses up each thigh. Emma moaned at the sight in front of her, always pleased to see Regina just as wet and desperate as she was herself. Regina’s scent filled Emma’s nostrils; she breathed her in deeply. Her tongue flicked teasingly at Regina’s warm, wet folds, over and over, enjoying the noises that Regina couldn’t hold back.

She dipped her tongue between Regina’s lips, sucking the warm, wet flesh into her mouth. Her tongue licked down to Regina’s entrance, delving inside, causing Regina’s hips to buck up against her. “You taste divine, My Queen.”

Regina simply moaned in response.

Emma ran her tongue up Regina’s folds, settling on her clit. Her tongue flicked lightly at the bundle of nerves, not wanting Regina to come too soon. It was far too enjoyable to be over that quickly. Regina’s moans grew louder as Emma slid two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out of her a little faster each time. As Regina began to tighten around her, she sucked her clit in, flicking her tongue back and forth until she felt her Queen come undone in her mouth. As Regina began to relax, Emma’s own need came to the surface again, her clit throbbing so much it hurt.

Silently hoping Regina wouldn’t keep her waiting any longer, she slowly removed her fingers and ran her tongue through Regina’s folds one more time, causing her hips to jerk. Regina’s breath was ragged as she tried to gain her composure again. Emma remained kneeling, patiently waiting for her own release.

She felt Regina’s magic as her limbs were splayed against the cross, exposed and at Regina’s mercy again. The nipple clamps pinched at her, still sending shockwaves to her core and her whole body coursed with desire, with need. The taste of Regina on her tongue overwhelmed her. Every nerve ending, every inch of skin, still alert from the delicious torture of the feathers and the promise of Regina’s hands on her soon.

Regina stood, smoothing the dress back down and made her way to stand in front of Emma. “I suppose you deserve a reward, now, Saviour.” Her dark red lips curled into a smile and mischievousness glinted in her eyes.

“If you think so, My Queen.”

“Hmmm.” Regina covered Emma’s mouth with her own, pulling her into a kiss, tasting herself on Emma’s lips.

Emma arched her head back as Regina’s lips worked their way along her jaw and down her neck. Soft, warm kisses, mixed with small grazes of Regina’s teeth as she sucked at Emma’s flesh, leaving small red marks. All the way down to her breasts, where she planted more kisses in circles, moving closer and closer to Emma’s nipple, just like the feathers earlier, driving Emma crazy.

“Please, My Queen. No More teasing.”

Regina grazed the soft flesh with her teeth before answering. “Are you telling me you don’t like to be teased, Miss Swan?” She continued her way to Emma’s nipple, flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip as it poked out between the rubber-tipped clamp.

“I- No- I-” Emma moaned loudly as Regina bit her nipple while her fingers toyed with the other one. “I do, My Queen, but-” The clamps tightened and Emma lost her train of thought.

“You were saying, Saviour?”

“Please fuck me, now. Please, no more teasing, My Queen.”

Regina could hear the desperation, the need. Her fingers trailed from the tortured nipple, down Emma’s stomach and between her thighs. Wasting no more time, she slid three fingers into Emma’s cunt as she cried out. Her thumb found Emma’s swollen clit and she settled into the perfect rhythm, thrusting in and out of Emma, feeling her release quickly build.

“Come for me, Saviour.” Regina pressed against Emma and kissed her hard as she erupted in moans of pleasure, her walls tightening around Regina’s fingers, her hips bucking to meet each thrust.

Emma panted and moaned as waves of pleasure finally rolled through her, again and again. Regina felt herself becoming wetter as she watched Emma writhe in pleasure.

“Enough…” Emma panted heavily.

“Done so soon, Saviour?” Regina knew from experience she could draw out one more orgasm, one more flood of pure pleasure. She knelt down, replacing her thumb with her mouth. Emma’s walls clenched once more around her fingers as she sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into her warm mouth.

As Emma’s body became limp, Regina slowed her movements before withdrawing her fingers. Summoning her magic one more time, a bed appeared in the middle of the room. She released Emma’s restraints and clamps, along with her own clothing, and deposited them under the warm covers, taking Emma into her arms.

“Happy Birthday, Saviour.” Regina found Emma’s lips, kissing her softly.

“Thank you, My Queen.”