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Opening her eyes, Emma stares up at the ceiling, and huffs. For three nights in a row now, she’s been unable to sleep. Earlier on in their relationship, Regina had insisted she go and see a doctor to ensure there was nothing dangerously wrong with her and after multiple trips to Whale, two different Doctors in Boston and a casual comment from the demented imp, Rumplestiltskin, they’d learned that there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it.
“All magic comes with a price, dearie.”
Emma scoffs and rolls to her side. If she’s going to be awake, then she can at least stare at the love of her life, reminding herself that death would not actually be the sweet release that her overly dramatic mind is trying to tell her it would be.
Without Regina, there would be nothing sweet about it and no, as appealing as an eternal sleep might be, she will not be considering the murder suicide that her very sleep deprived brain offers as a possible solution to her problem.
“You think too loud.”
Not at all surprised she’s woken her wife, yet again, Emma shifts closer and wraps herself around Regina. “If that were true,” she replies, “you’d know what I was thinking and you would have banished me to the couch.”
Regina moves, entwining their legs and burying her face in Emma’s chest. She mumbles against her skin, “Why would I punish myself because you are annoying?”
“Maybe I should murder you before murdering myself,” Emma murmurs, pressing back against the hand that slips beneath her tank and begins to caress her back. “My body could get some well deserved sleep, and your soul might be nicer to mine in the afterlife.”
Regina chuckles lowly, her warm breath skittering across the swell of Emma’s breasts. “I would say in your dreams, but considering…” Emma hums and Regina tilts her head back, kissing her jaw. “I’d have to be banished to the couch permanently if even the thought of murder is all it takes.”
Joking, Emma asks, “Should I be worried?”
Regina snorts. “Your mother definitely should be, but I only think that way about you when you’ve been especially dense; like that time I dressed up nice for you and when I told you I was hungry, you took me out to dinner.”
Emma bites the inside of her cheek to stifle her laughter. She’d thought she was being nice and considerate, only to find out two hours later that Regina had meant she was horny. She had, of course, made it up to her in the end but if murder could be justified, she wouldn’t personally disagree with that being a perfectly valid reason. “In my defense,” she says, “you know me well enough to know that I take food very seriously.”
“Hence why I am much more blunt now.”
As if to prove her point, Regina nips at her breast and Emma grins. “The fingers slowly making their way beneath my shorts are a lot more blunt than that, wife.”
“So,” she drawls, “I don’t need to break out into song about how I’m going to fuck you unconscious?”
Grinning so hard now her cheeks hurt, Emma replies, “Well… I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Suddenly rising up on hands and knees, Regina pushes her onto her back and straddles her waist. “But babe-” she playfully whines, leaning forward as she pushes Emma’s tank up and brings her delightfully naked breasts down to press against Emma’s, now, equally naked ones. “I’m hungry.”
Wrapping her hands around warm, silken thighs, Emma smirks. “Well, I guess you better eat me, then.”
Nibbling her lower lip, Regina purrs, “With pleasure,” and begins to kiss her way down Emma’s body.