Prompt: Trapped Together

"It's no use Emma," Regina sighed as the blonde furiously revved the engine. All that was achieved was the yellow bug sinking a few inches deeper into the mud.

"Damn it!" the Sheriff exclaimed, thumping her palm against the rim of the steering wheel in frustration.

"I told you we should have taken my Merc," Regina supplied, unhelpfully. The blonde scowled at her companion, switching off the engine and flopping back against her seat.

"I guess I'll call Michael for a tow," she sighed, reaching for her phone.

Once the call was made, Emma checked her watch. "Henry is expecting us back in an hour but Michael will take at least that long to reach us. We'd better call the kid too."

Regina nodded and unlocked her own phone.

Henry, at fifteen, was permanently attached to his mobile and answered after the second ring.

"Hey Mum," he greeted. "How was your weekend break?"

"It was lovely thanks Henry but your other mother and her vehicle have had a little incident."

"What?" came the alarmed response. "Are you ok?"

"We're fine. The bug just got stuck in some mud and we need to wait for a tow," Regina reassured.

"Oh, ok. So what time will you be home?" he asked.

"We're not sure, maybe a couple of hours. The hiking trail we were on is right at the far end of town and it will take Michael a while to get to us. Can you get your own dinner?"

"Sure thing. Enjoy your wait, and try not to blame Ma or Buttercup too much. I'll see you later." The boy rang off and Regina slipped her phone back in her pocket.

"Remind me again why you named this death trap buttercup."

"Because it's a happy and sunny car," Emma grinned before her smile faltered. "You know, when we're not trapped in a muddy bog in the woods."

Regina looked out of the window at the lengthening shadows of the tall trees, the sun slipping quickly in the sky. Their day hike had started off great but the mid afternoon downpour had forced the women to cut the trail short and take shelter in a ranger's hut before continuing. Unfortunately, the VW had been parked on a soft verge and the underpowered vehicle was unable to cope with the slippery, and now muddy surface. The former queen sighed as she contemplated their trip. She and Emma had needed to get away for a few days. The stress of being the Sheriff and Mayor was taking it's toll and their relationship had started to suffer. Two days of reconnecting with nature and each other had brought the spark back, only for it to be somewhat dampened by their current situation.

"So we have about an hour before Michael arrives, and we have two hours before we go back to being Mum, Ma, Mayor, and Sheriff," Emma spoke softly, pulling Regina from her reminiscing.

"So it would seem," Regina nodded, turning to smile at the blonde. "What do you propose we do with this extended vacation time?"

"I have a few suggestions," Emma said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Regina laughed. "I thought we agreed we wouldn't have sex in the car again after last time," she reminded Emma.

"That was a long time ago, we were much closer to the town, and I'm sure lightening wouldn't strike twice," Emma reasoned.

"Do you really want to risk more townsfolk catching us?" Regina asked, turning in the passenger seat to face the younger woman. The movement pulled the brunette's top tighter, the black fabric straining over her chest. Emma could see the outline of both nipples pressed against it.

"I think it's worth the risk," she husked, licking her lips.

Regina cocked her head, considering the woman before her. Emma's blonde hair was windswept and her cheeks still pink from the biting wind they had suffered on their hike. The red leather jacket she had come to love had been discarded and the white tank top displayed muscled biceps proudly. Tight jeans were streaked with mud from where Emma had attempted to push Buttercup free (and failed miserably). As Regina's eyes returned to Emma's face, she found green orbs glittering in anticipation, a tongue darting out to wet rosy lips.

Regina lunged across the central console, straddling Emma's hips and pressing their mouths firmly together. A omphf from the younger woman told her the move was unexpected but the hands gripping her waist firmly assured Regina it was a welcome surprise.

Regina threaded her fingers through the tangled locks, angling Emma's head back as she deepened their kiss. Tongues duelled for control before Regina bit lightly on the tip of Emma's and the blonde conceded to allow the older woman to run the show. For now.

Fingers trailed up and down Regina's back several times before Emma reached for the hem of the t-shirt and wrestled the material up and over her head. As soon as it was discarded, Emma resealed their mouths, fingernails raking over the exposed skin as her mouth was plundered by Regina's tongue.

Palming a full breast, Emma quickly released Regina's bra clasp and moved to squeeze both globes firmly. Regina moaned into the kiss, throwing her head back at the rough ministrations. Now her mouth was free, Emma leant forward and swiped her tongue over a hardened nipple before taking the nub into her hot, wet mouth.

"Oh Emma," Regina cried as Emma moved her hands to grasp the Mayor's delectable ass, squeezing tightly as her teeth lightly grazed the nipple. Her name on Regina's kiss swollen lips always made the blonde ache with need. One hand snaked around and fumbled with the clasp to Regina's jeans. Emma always loved it when the older woman wore denim - it made her ass look fantastic. But it also made it harder for Emma to touch Regina where she most wanted too.

As she slid the zipper down, Emma remembered the awkward difficulties which came with car sex. The concept was always better than the actual event but Emma was determined to do her best. Angling her hand, she slipped her fingers down beneath the denim and lace, moving past the short crop of curls until she felt the damp heat of Regina sex.

As she moved her fingers lower, Emma moved her mouth to Regina's other breast, the brunette herself gripping the blonde's shoulders to keep herself in place. Slick wetness coated Emma's digits, making her groan at the knowledge she had turned Regina on so much so quickly. Circling the tips of two fingers around the brunette's hidden pearl quickly, Emma slid her hand lower, the slippery folds welcoming her eager touch. Readjusting her hand, she teased Regina's entrance before slipping one, then two fingers straight inside.

At the new sensations, Regina arched upwards, forcing Emma to release her breast with a loud pop. The higher angle made it easier for Emma to work her fingers inside, pumping harder and deeper despite the ridges of Regina's zip digging into her hand. Their mouths connected as the brunette leant down to stare at the younger woman below her, whose talented fingers were driving her to the edge incredibly quickly.

Twisting her hand, Emma rubbed Regina's hard clit with her thumb whilst continuing to pump in and out. Tight circles alternated with teasing flicks and when Emma curled her fingers deep within Regina, a cry fell from the older woman's lips, her body shaking violently as her orgasm washed over her. The older woman's forehead fell onto the blonde's shoulder, tremors continuing as Emma slowed her movements.

With some difficulty, Emma extracted her hand and brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth. She licked and sucked the juices from each finger, moaning at the taste of Regina on her tongue.

Hooded eyes met Emma's as Regina lifted her head at last to gaze lovingly into the face of the woman below her. Their mouths met in a gentle kiss, Regina relishing the taste of herself on Emma's tongue. Breaking the kiss, Regina reached behind her and fumbled below the seat.

Emma shrieked as her seat shot backwards suddenly, Regina laughing at the surprised look on the blondes face before crawling backwards to kneel in the expanded footwell, trying not to sit on the pedals themselves.

"That's a rather unbecoming position for a queen," Emma remarked as Regina looked up from the floor.

"Yes but I know you love it when I kneel for you," the brunette smirked as she unbuttoned Emma's jeans.

Patting Emma's hip, the blonde got the message and raised her ass off the seat so Regina could slide the denim and her panties down. Once the fabric was below her knees, Emma widened her legs, her heart racing as she heard Regina's breath hitch at the sight of her glistening sex.

Wasting no time, Regina moved to place her face against the shaved pussy before her. Moaning as the scent hit her nose, Regina swiped her tongue firmly through dripping folds, circled Emma's clit with the tip of it before moving back down and teasing her entrance. Hands fisted in her hair at the action, anchoring her mouth to Emma's sex.

Regina lapped enthusiastically, groaning at the flavour which exploded over her tongue. Entering Emma with the tip, she twisted and probed as deep as she could before moving out to focus on the blonde's clit. Regina knew exactly what the blonde needed and quickly sealed her mouth around the throbbing bundle of nerves. Hips bucked up into the contact, desperate for release. Never one to deny Emma her pleasure, Regina maintained the connection whilst she ran her tongue teasingly over the blonde's clit. As Emma's cries grew louder, Regina's tongue worked harder, flicking and then laving the bud until Emma felt like she was on fire. Just as her orgasm hit her, Regina took her clit between her teeth and nibbled carefully.

"Fuck!" Emma screamed as waves of pleasure washed over her and her hips pressed even harder against Regina's mouth. The brunette kept a soothing tongue against Emma's hot wetness until the blonde's grip on her hair released and she could move away, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

Emma reached down to help Regina up and the brunette flopped rather ungracefully back onto her seat. As both women recovered, they looked around. The car windows had fogged up completely but the outline of the now dark forest around them was distinguishable.

"That was amazing," Emma sighed, rolling her head to look at Regina.

"Agreed," the brunette sighed lazily back. "A great way to pass an hour waiting for a tow truck."

"And no one interrupted this time," Emma grinned, holding out her hand for a high five. Regina raised an eyebrow and left her hanging.

"What's that?" Regina asked as a light appeared in the distance before them.

"Michael, I'd guess," Emma said as she wiped a patch of the condensation from the windscreen and squinted through the twilight. "Yep, that's his truck."

"Shit," Regina said as she hurriedly looked around for her bra and t-shirt. Emma laughed as she watched the former queen redress, pulling up her own panties and jeans as she did so. Finishing first, Emma stepped out of the car to greet their rescuer.

"Evening ladies," Michael said as he pulled up.

"Hey, thanks for coming," Emma smiled, walking around to her trunk to get a piece of rope.

Michael followed, choosing not to comment on the frosted state of the car windows, nor the fact that the Mayor was sat in the passenger seat trying to comb her tangled hair with her fingers in the sun visor mirror.

Ten minutes later and Buttercup sat on the road once more, splattered with mud but none the worse for wear.

"Thank you so much," Emma grinned as she wound the rope back up.

"Not at all," Michael said as he climbed into his truck. "Happy anniversary to the both of you," he called, waving as he drove off.

Emma waved back before climbing into the car. Turning to look at Regina, she grinned and leant over to kiss her once more.

"Ready to go home and see our son, Mrs Swan-Mills?" she asked.

"Definitely," Regina nodded. "But first …"

The brunette pulled her wife towards her, their mouths melding together seamlessly as their lips caressed one another. Tongues danced as both women's hands found their way to the other's hair, the intensity of the kiss increasing as fingernails teased scalps. Regina sucked Emma's tongue into her mouth then Emma nibbled Regina's lower lip before both women slowed their movements and finally pulled away.

"Happy anniversary Emma," Regina whispered. "Thank you for giving me the best year of my life."

Emma reached over to clasp her wife's hand. "I plan on spending the rest of my life ensuring that each year we are together is better than the last. I love you, Regina," the blonde said.

One final kiss was shared before Emma turned the key and the yellow bug trundled towards their home.