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AN: I'm going through the chapters, editing, at a more leisurely pace now that I have more time since I feel some of them needs a little more filling.

Day 1 of SwanQueen Week Summer 2014: Awkward Situation

"Emma, honey, I really need to speak with you."

"Wow, those words are a flashing warning if I've ever heard one," Emma replied with an uncomfortable laugh, frowning when Snow didn't join in or reassure her that everything was fine. "Is something wrong?"

"Sit, please," Snow urged her daughter, grabbing lightly, but insistently at her arm and guiding her over to the couch.

"Okay, you're kinda freaking me out. What the hell is going on?"

"I need to talk to you about Regina."

"Oh," Emma breathed out, her stomach dropping as she realized that this was the proverbial shoe dropping that she had feared for the last three and a half months. Of course Snow wasn't really okay with her and Regina's relationship, even though she kept saying she was. How stupid of her to take the woman at face value when she should have known better.

"Now, I know this is going to be unpleasant – it sure is for me – but there are some concerns that I really feel like I should address where your relationship is concerned."

Emma tried to give her mother a stoic and understanding smile, but it felt more like a grimace.

"You don't really condone it."

"Oh no, honey, I do. I do," Snow was quick to reassure when she saw how her daughter's face fell. "I meant it when I said I only want your happiness and I know that when Regina loves it's with her whole being, but…it's just...I'm concerned she might not feel that way about you."

"Oh," Emma exclaimed in relief. Snow was not about to disown her or force her to end her relationship. Anything else she could deal with. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, there's been certain sightings," Snow started and Emma's brows furrowed when she realized there was the beginnings of a flush in her mother's cheeks. "And it's come to our attention that maybe Regina isn't treating you very…right."

Emma couldn't help it, she laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the woman's claims. Regina was practically the perfect girlfriend for her. She fed her delicious food, was mostly attentive to her moods and needs and gave her some damn amazing orgasms. Regina challenged her, but never forced her to be or give anything more than she felt she could because they'd both experienced having their choices and freedom taken away.

"What, you think I'm just star-struck and I'm letting her take advantage of me?" she asked with a snort that turned into a look of incredulity when Snow's face remained serious and worried. "I'm sorry, where exactly is this coming from?"

"Please try not to be mortified, I'm just trying to look out for you okay?" her mother pleaded, her cheeks definitely a rosy red now and Emma found herself fearing whatever would come next, her body tensing in a dreading sort of anticipation.

"It's just that she's never very nice to you in public, which I know isn't anything new, but shouldn't she be a little…kinder now that you're together?" Snow started gently, her look one of soft condescension and pity that made Emma bristle defensively. "And then I was approached a month ago because someone heard her demand certain things from you in her office-"

Emma grew pale as she realized just what kind of things Snow was referring to even as she silently vowed to have Regina fire the damn useless secretary that apparently caught them and didn't understand the term discretion.

"And then last week Leroy informed me that Regina came into the sheriff's station and more or less manhandled you before forcing you to perform…" Snow stopped to swallow tightly, her eyes unable to meet her daughter's before she whispered dramatically, "oral favors."

The blonde's cheeks grew warm as she recounted that particular morning and silently berated herself for being so reckless while simultaneously cursing Leroy for being sober and aware enough on that particular day of all days to hear anything. Regina was going to kill her when she found out. It had taken so much pleading and convincing to get her to agree to any kind of intimacy outside the comfort of her mansion – except for Snows apartment because she still had a soft spot for finding delight in the woman's possible scarring that Emma knew how to take advantage of - and now there was no way she'd be able to convince her to do anything fun again for a long time.

"I'm not sure what you're asking me here. She's not forcing me to do anything if that's what you're worried about."

She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up because, oh god, if Snow at some point actually took a moment to look back at this conversation, she'd realize they'd just shared way more specific details about her preferences when it came to sex than any mother and daughter ever should.

"Are you sure? Because a relationship is about being equals and if Regina doesn't…reciprocate-"

"Oh God, you have to stop right now," Emma groaned loudly, scrunching her face in embarrassment and trying to spare them both from the pained look on her mother's face. "Just trust me when I say that she more than satisfies, okay?"

Snow looked like she was weighing the pros and cons of inquiring further, but in the end it seemed her desire to forget this conversation ever happened won out as she nodded and let it go.

"We're gonna get caught," Emma whispered loudly as she tried to steer them away from the floral patterned bed that belonged to her parents. How David could sleep in that and still feel like a proper man she'd never know. There'd better be some damn good compensation for it...and, eww, that's so not what she needed to think about right now. Or ever.

"I thought that was sort of the point," Regina purred as she bit down teasingly at a pale neck while stroking firmly between jean clad thighs, drawing a guttural sound of approval from the blonde.

"Having my mom walking in on us having sex is not what I want," Emma argued with a frustrated groan as she realized there was no way Regina would budge unless she used raw force. "And I've told you a million times that I refuse to do it in their bed." Which Regina had mocked her for because when had Emma Swan ever been a prude?

"Oh, relax, we can just change the sheets after and the only ones who'll know will be us," Regina goaded, moving her lips so she could latch onto the sheriff's bottom one while her remaining unoccupied hand slid up under her shirt to claw lightly against pale, toned flesh, sending shivers down the blonde's spine.

Emma moaned loudly before releasing an unladylike squeak as she was suddenly pushed backwards, losing her balance and falling down on the bed that was currently under discussion.

"You're the one who's always urging me to 'live a little'," Regina purred as she crawled on top of the woman and purposefully ground her hips down.

"Oh God," Emma gasped as her heart started beating furiously further south than it did most of the time, her hands moving of their own accord to grasp onto that delicious ass so she could create better friction. Regina's victory smile was positively wicked as she deliberately rode Emma slowly, short nails practically digging into her ass, as the blonde mewled with want and tried to make her speed up. She briefly wondered if Emma could come like this. It was tempting to try, but she had other plans at the moment.

"I need to make sure you feel like my equal after all," she teased, hands reaching down to stroke over breasts - hips never stopping their slow, teasing rythm - before rolling rapidly hardening nipples between her fingers; Emma's chest straining against her tank top as she sucked in lungful's of much needed air.

"Don't you want to make sure I satisfy you?" Regina continued in a slightly mocking tone while nimble fingers moved down to unbutton the blonde's tight-fitting pants.

"What do you want?" Emma gritted out between slightly breathless pants, knowing herself well enough to admit that she had lost this round and would soon do pretty much anything the woman wanted just to experience the pleasure she could instill and get off.

Sometimes the way Regina looked at her and touched her felt like a drug she was rapidly getting addicted to. It was like the woman wanted to devour her, like she couldn't ever get enough or be close enough. At first it had been a little frightening because Emma feared Regina would grow tired of her, or that she wouldn't measure up. But three weeks turned into two months and the intensity of the woman didn't wane and she forced herself to relax and stop worrying so much so she could properly enjoy all that Regina offered her instead.

"I want you to get rid of the jeans and sit on my face so I can thoroughly show how much I enjoy you," Regina purred, a shiver racing down the blonde's spine and all the way down to her toes because there was just something so hot about the former Queen being so demanding and uncouth.

As soon as the woman gracefully lifted her leg and got off her, Emma scrambled to do as told. Her parents' bed be damned, there was no way she was saying no to those lips and that tongue knowing what they could do.

Regina released an amused chuckle as the blonde battled with her pants, earning herself a harsh glare, before Emma managed to kick them off and gave a triumphant smile, quickly crawling back on the bed and settling on top of the reclining woman.

Rich laughter filled the room at the blonde's obvious excitement which Emma kissed away until the only sound coming from Regina's mouth was heavy breathing and a happy hum in the back of her throat.

"Move," Regina commanded between teasing nips at bruised pink lips, smiling when Emma leaned in to give her one last thorough kiss before scooting upwards until she could rest her knees on either side of dark locks, ass settling against the woman's chest so she could look down at her.

"Are you sure?"

An offended and impatient growl was the only answer she got before hands pushed at her ass until Regina's lips found what she wanted.

Emma's breath hitched as the woman kissed and caressed and sucked at her labia as if it were her mouth, eyes closing so she could soak in the feeling as one of her hands tangled encouragingly in Regina's hair while the other settled against a raised thigh behind her to keep her steady and hopefully give the woman more breathing room so she didn't risk being smothered.

"Oh God, Regina," Emma groaned in approval as the woman let her tongue start to explore as well.

It was a teasing motion of tongue pressing just slightly against her opening before lips sucked at her labia, ending with a few flicks of tongue against her clit, repeating over and over. It was a move meant to force her higher and higher, but not let her tip over the edge. Emma both loved it and hated it, trying her best not to grind herself against Regina's face while simultaneously trying to plead with the woman to let her come.

"Please," Emma breathed as her grip on the woman's hair tightened, desperate for Regina to give her what she needed.

A satisfied chuckle vibrated against her slick heat before Regina's tongue swiped from her opening to her clit and finally started sucking at the protruding nub. A low keening noise started low in Emma's throat as she moaned her approval and started rocking softly against the woman, chanting her name over and over as her pleasure mounted until she finally tumbled over the high wall she'd been climbing towards, Regina's name torn from parted lips loud enough to travel through the small apartment.

Emma was still trembling and trying to ride out her high when the sound of wood splintering pierced the air and the front door burst open. She released a choked yelp of surprise and shock as she found David's frantic and worried eyes. And then a shrill cry of anger and disbelief rang out through the apartment.

"That's our bed!"

Emma just looked dumbly at Snow who was staring dazed at her daughter. And then the blonde released a surprised shriek as Regina bit the inside of her thigh to get her attention.

"Now would probably be a good time for you to move, dear." Even in this compromising position, the former Queen had to supress a wicked grin, not even bothering to hide the glee in her voice at possibly managing to scar her former step-daughter just a little more.

Emma's cheeks flamed up and her hands quickly moved to cover her exposed lower half as she hurriedly rolled away from the woman's face to hide it from her parents' view. David's mind finally caught up with his eyes and his hand smacked across his eyes to try to give the two women a sense of privacy while Snow's face grew a frightening shade of nearly purple before she released an almost inhuman sound and promptly turned on her heel and fled, leaving her husband to comically try to feel his way back out through the ruined door.