This was written for AyieshaE, author of the fantastic Only A Dream. Go show her some love and don't forget to let us know what you think!

They had barely made it inside from the thunderstorm raging outside. Emma had chased her from the car, threatening to tickle her, through the foyer and had her cornered in the kitchen with a cocky smile in place. The sundress clung to Regina's already impressive curves and moisture shone off her tanned skin. Emma eyed her like the last supper. The sheriff walked two fingers over the smooth counter, her green eyes never leaving her wife's body as she sauntered closer.

"You'll catch cold if we don't get you out of this dress Mrs. Mills." Emma teased spinning her around and placing both of Regina's hands on the counter in front of her. She ran her hands in reverse up the soft, slick skin of Regina's arms attempting to put some heat back into her wife as her lips kissed the exposed areas between her shoulder blades and teased along her neck. From the sound of their mingled breathing they were both on the same wavelength.

"H-Henry will be home shortly."

"Then we'll just have to hurry won't we?" Emma breathed into Regina's mouth as they kissed and her free hand massaged through the dress. What sounded like the start of a groan from perfectly painted lips quickly turned into a moan as the brunettes hair was wound once and pulled tightly exposing more of her neck. Emma's lips trailed to the point where Regina's heartbeat beat so hard in her neck it was visible before she eased up with her hand momentarily. Brown eyes fluttered and a delighted smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"You don't stop until I say so and right now, I don't say so." Regina hissed, and guided Emma's hand beneath the skirt. In place of the lace she was accustomed to the blonde was met with the beautiful, soaking sex of her wife. A lust-laced chuckle escaped from Emma's mouth into Regina's ear as she ran her fingernails over her scalp, pulling her back harder. The anticipation alone almost caused her to cry out with the way Emma could dominate her so simply. Heat shot through her core as both tongue and teeth played at her ear as Emma pumped in and out of her with abandon. Her kisses continued to increase in roughness the louder Regina became until the dripping wet mess in her hand begged for further attention.

Sensing Emma's next move Regina flourished her hand and sent the dress to the safety of her laundry room leaving her in nothing but her heels, a personal favorite of the town sheriff. Who was she to deny such a hard-worker? Emma crashed their lips together while Regina ripped her shirt off, feeling the lean and warm arms of her lover. Skin on skin heat on goose pimpled flesh before Emma gave her a sharp tug licking a long line up the middle of Regina's body forcing it to shiver in response. Her eyes no longer held brown in them at all thanks to one Emma Mills and that magic mouth of hers. She had to give her credit Emma sought out every nerve ending she possessed and while her mouth was preoccupied with the breasts of a goddess her hand drew matching shapes and rhythms on her wife's clit until Regina was trembling.

When it seemed like her legs would collapse she found herself looking down upon her beloved blonde who was exploring the lips of her sex with practiced ease. Using one hand to support the transition Emma slid Regina's leg over her shoulder keeping her other hand to support the lower back as her tongue assaulted the beauty that was Regina's sex. Every time a moan escaped those lips Emma could feel that solitary heel begin to dig into her back and usher her further.

"I…need you… inside of…me" Regina begged with Emma's response being two already slicked fingers screaming into her entrance. Her own hands were fist deep in blonde curls and not releasing anytime soon as she was eased onto the cabinet and both legs suffocating her love, pulling Emma deeper. "Oh, fuck…Emma."

Emma hummed into her, the vibration, sweet assault of a full tongue and two fingers taking her into a rush of an orgasm. Her heels remained locked into the pale back with Emma teasing her lips over the sensitive nub until the shaking sensations ceased. Once she was released from the gates of heaven otherwise known as her wife's thighs Emma rose and tenderly kissed her to the sound of car doors.

Within a few moments their son came through the door, excitedly calling out to them about how many stories he had from his camping trip. He met them just inside the doorway to the kitchen as Regina straightened yet another dress and kissed his head. From behind him she mouthed,

"You are next"