It's official. I ship Regina/Kathryn now. Yep.
Title: Make Your Move
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Kathryn
Rating: Mature
Summary: Regina’s taking too long, so Kathryn finally decides to make a move.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Sadly.
Make Your Move
“Hey, you.”
Regina looks up from the file she’s been perusing to find Kathryn standing in the doorway to her office. The blonde greets Regina with a smile, and Regina can’t help but return it, even though she’s hardly in the smiling mood.
“Kathryn,” Regina says, leaning back in her seat a little. “What brings you here?”
“Well, when you didn’t show up at the diner for our dinner date, I figured you were still working, so I decided to stop by. Just to make sure you were okay,” Kathryn replies.
“Oh, dear. I forgot about dinner,” Regina says, shaking her head at her own forgetfulness. “I’m so sorry.”
Kathryn just shrugs. “It’s okay. Like I said, I figured you were swamped with work, so…” she trails off, as she moves further into the room. “So, you’re here all by yourself?” she asks a moment later, glancing around the office, and then through the double doors to the empty corridor without.
Regina nods. “All the other people had the sense to go home when they were supposed to,” she says, with a little smirk.
“Even Cheryl?”
Regina looks a little puzzled at that, but says, “Yes, even Cheryl.”
“Ah,” Kathryn says, nodding slowly. She takes a few steps back, grips the handle on each of the doors, and then pushes them closed.
When Regina hears the lock on the door click into place, she raises an eyebrow in curiosity at the blonde across the room. “Kathryn, what are you doing?” she asks.
Kathryn just smiles as she makes her way across the room. No, that’s not quite right, because Regina is sure that the way Kathryn is walking toward her now would definitely be classified as sauntering. With each step she takes, Kathryn takes the opportunity to pop one of the buttons on the cream colored trench coat she’s wearing. By the time the coat is completely unbuttoned, Kathryn stands right in front of Regina’s desk. Regina’s eyes flick up from where they’d been watching Kathryn’s fingers and she catches the other woman’s gaze with her own. Regina’s fairly certain the look in Kathryn’s eyes is bordering on lustful, wanting, and it gives her pause. She wasn’t aware they were that kind of friends.
“What are you doing?” Regina asks again, her mouth a little dry all of a sudden. Her tongue peeks out to moisten her lips as Kathryn smiles down at her, slow and sensual. And suddenly, Regina is very warm.
“I thought maybe you could use a distraction,” Kathryn says finally, “from all this boring old paperwork.”
Regina’s eyebrow arches impossibly higher. “Oh?”
Kathryn just nods. “You seem surprised. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out already,” she says.
“I’m very close to an answer, but I feel like I could use a few more clues,” Regina says, playing coy. It’s one of the many things she does best.
At that, Kathryn takes a step back from the desk. She grips each side of the coat in her hands, and then pulls it apart, revealing nothing underneath but a light blue lace bra and the smallest pair of underwear Regina’s ever laid eyes on. Hell, she’s not even sure that they would pass for underwear by anyone else’s standards. She sucks in a ragged breath, lets it out slowly as her eyes travel over Kathryn’s body, nearly perfect in every way Regina can think of.
Kathryn moves around to the other side of the desk, and Regina’s eyes follow her closely. The brunette turns her chair, so that she’s facing Kathryn when the other woman finally comes to stand before her. The urge to reach out and touch is almost too much for Regina to resist, and they haven’t even started anything yet. Kathryn sheds the coat, letting it pool in a heap at her feet, and then steps closer to Regina, into her personal space.
“I’ve wanted this for a while, you know,” Kathryn says, voice low. She’s looking down at Regina, towering over her, a Goddess wearing next to nothing, and the sight wreaks havoc on Regina’s senses. “Since the divorce, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Very well and I’ve been waiting for you to make a move. I wanted you to make a move, but you didn’t, so I decided to make one instead,” she explains.
Kathryn leans forward a little, planting her hands on the arms of Regina’s office chair, and leans down, effectively putting her face to face with Regina. Their noses are almost touching, and Regina has to fight back the urge to close the gap between them now, to just kiss Kathryn now and get it over with.
“What makes you think I’m interested?” Regina asks, forcing her eyes not to stray to the pair of perfect breasts hovering just before her. It’s difficult, but she’s not going to give in too easily. Besides, playing hard to get is another thing she happens to be very good at.
“The way you look at me,” Kathryn says, and she sways a little, her nose just brushing Regina’s. “The way you touch me sometimes. Your hands linger,” she continues, and it would be so easy to just kiss Regina. So easy to just tilt her head a little and press her lips against Regina’s, but she doesn’t. Not yet.
“The way I look at you?” Regina asks, and she’s a bit annoyed at herself for how breathless she is. She swallows thickly and shifts, barely noticeable, in her chair to quell the arousal pooling between her thighs. “And how is that?”
Kathryn tilts her head a little to the side, blue eyes shining rather enticingly in the low light when she answers, “Like you want to fuck me.”
Regina’s not sure exactly what happens next. One minute she’d been doing her best not to give in too quickly to Kathryn, and the next she was being straddled in her office chair. There were soft lips pressing against her own, a warm wet tongue gliding along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance that Regina is all too eager to grant. Her hands are on Kathryn’s thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as she pushes her body up against Kathryn’s, hungry for contact. All too soon, Kathryn’s pulling away. Breathless and heaving, she leans her forehead against Regina’s as she struggles to catch her breath.
“Perhaps we should move to somewhere more comfortable,” Regina says, and her voice sounds foreign even to her own ears.
The level of arousal pulsing through her makes her head swim, and she closes her eyes against the sensation. Just for a moment. And when she opens them again, she finds that Kathryn has already moved off of her and is striding for the couch in front of the fireplace. Regina stands on shaky legs and follows after her, slowly, a bit unsteadily. Her lust-hazy brain makes it difficult just to put one foot in front of the other.
Kathryn undresses Regina slowly, taking care to fold each piece of clothing neatly and stack it on an empty chair, much to Regina’s annoyance. She’s growing more impatient with every piece of fabric that’s removed, and she’s just about to voice that impatience when Kathryn kisses her again, this time slower, but with all the same fervor of the previous kiss.
Kathryn lays Regina down on the couch, covers Regina’s naked body with her own. They kiss languidly as Kathryn’s hands wander, over full breasts, tight abs, quivering thighs. Regina’s body moves of its own accord, pushing up against Kathryn, desperately seeking out more contact. And that’s when the thought hits her, hard-this is what it feels like to lose control. To be completely at the mercy of someone else. Regina isn’t the type to give up control willingly, but right now, she thinks that she just might want to.
Regina’s not aware of just how lost she’s become in her own thoughts until she hears Kathryn say her name. Her eyes snap up and for the first time in a long time, she falters. The barriers she’s created around every part of her slowly begin to come down, and Regina allows herself to just feel for once.
“Hey,” Kathryn says softly, getting Regina’s attention. She leans down and kisses the corner of Regina’s mouth, then slips her hand down, entwining her fingers with Regina’s. “Are you all right?” she asks, genuine concern lacing her tone.
Regina nods. “I just,” she begins, shifting under Kathryn and gasping when her thigh connects with warm wetness. “Oh,” she breathes out shakily, closing her eyes and letting the sensation sink in.
It’s impossible for Regina to think any longer when she feels Kathryn grind down against her leg, and so she just lets go. Lets the pleasure wash over her like an incoming tide, lets loose of everything that holds her down, everything that keeps her from feeling. She wraps her arms around Kathryn and holds her close, revels in the feeling of Kathryn’s hands on her body, exploring, mapping each curve and contour with delicate fingertips.
When Kathryn slips her hand down between them, just lets her fingers ghost across Regina’s center, Regina shudders and cries out, clinging to Kathryn tightly. When those gentle fingers slip into her, filling her up, Regina can’t help the moan that bubbles up from deep within her. She catches her lower lip tightly between her teeth, bites down hard enough to ensure that she won’t be too loud. However empty this place may be, it is still City Hall, and the last thing Regina needs is some unwitting person interrupting her pleasure.
It’s all over way too quickly. Kathryn doesn’t waste time bringing Regina to the edge, and sends her over with the lightest flick of her thumb over Regina’s clit. All Regina’s previous efforts to keep quiet go right out the window when she climaxes. She’s fairly certain any passersby on the street outside can hear her cries, but she’s much too far gone to really care. Kathryn finally has to kiss her to silence her, but that’s okay because Regina’s never felt this good before and she’s not willing to let anything put a damper on her high.
When Regina finally regains her composure, Kathryn is hovering above her. She smiles down at Regina, who’s still a little breathless and trembling, and then kisses her. Regina takes the opportunity to shift her weight, clinging to Kathryn as she rolls them, switching their positions so that she’s on top. Kathryn looks surprised, blue eyes wide.
“My turn,” Regina practically growls, as she captures Kathryn’s lips in a heated kiss that takes the blonde’s breath away.
For the rest of the night, Regina makes it her mission to fuck Kathryn to within an inch of forgetting her own name. And, of course, she succeeds.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Kathryn
Rating: Mature
Summary: Regina’s taking too long, so Kathryn finally decides to make a move.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Sadly.
Make Your Move
“Hey, you.”
Regina looks up from the file she’s been perusing to find Kathryn standing in the doorway to her office. The blonde greets Regina with a smile, and Regina can’t help but return it, even though she’s hardly in the smiling mood.
“Kathryn,” Regina says, leaning back in her seat a little. “What brings you here?”
“Well, when you didn’t show up at the diner for our dinner date, I figured you were still working, so I decided to stop by. Just to make sure you were okay,” Kathryn replies.
“Oh, dear. I forgot about dinner,” Regina says, shaking her head at her own forgetfulness. “I’m so sorry.”
Kathryn just shrugs. “It’s okay. Like I said, I figured you were swamped with work, so…” she trails off, as she moves further into the room. “So, you’re here all by yourself?” she asks a moment later, glancing around the office, and then through the double doors to the empty corridor without.
Regina nods. “All the other people had the sense to go home when they were supposed to,” she says, with a little smirk.
“Even Cheryl?”
Regina looks a little puzzled at that, but says, “Yes, even Cheryl.”
“Ah,” Kathryn says, nodding slowly. She takes a few steps back, grips the handle on each of the doors, and then pushes them closed.
When Regina hears the lock on the door click into place, she raises an eyebrow in curiosity at the blonde across the room. “Kathryn, what are you doing?” she asks.
Kathryn just smiles as she makes her way across the room. No, that’s not quite right, because Regina is sure that the way Kathryn is walking toward her now would definitely be classified as sauntering. With each step she takes, Kathryn takes the opportunity to pop one of the buttons on the cream colored trench coat she’s wearing. By the time the coat is completely unbuttoned, Kathryn stands right in front of Regina’s desk. Regina’s eyes flick up from where they’d been watching Kathryn’s fingers and she catches the other woman’s gaze with her own. Regina’s fairly certain the look in Kathryn’s eyes is bordering on lustful, wanting, and it gives her pause. She wasn’t aware they were that kind of friends.
“What are you doing?” Regina asks again, her mouth a little dry all of a sudden. Her tongue peeks out to moisten her lips as Kathryn smiles down at her, slow and sensual. And suddenly, Regina is very warm.
“I thought maybe you could use a distraction,” Kathryn says finally, “from all this boring old paperwork.”
Regina’s eyebrow arches impossibly higher. “Oh?”
Kathryn just nods. “You seem surprised. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out already,” she says.
“I’m very close to an answer, but I feel like I could use a few more clues,” Regina says, playing coy. It’s one of the many things she does best.
At that, Kathryn takes a step back from the desk. She grips each side of the coat in her hands, and then pulls it apart, revealing nothing underneath but a light blue lace bra and the smallest pair of underwear Regina’s ever laid eyes on. Hell, she’s not even sure that they would pass for underwear by anyone else’s standards. She sucks in a ragged breath, lets it out slowly as her eyes travel over Kathryn’s body, nearly perfect in every way Regina can think of.
Kathryn moves around to the other side of the desk, and Regina’s eyes follow her closely. The brunette turns her chair, so that she’s facing Kathryn when the other woman finally comes to stand before her. The urge to reach out and touch is almost too much for Regina to resist, and they haven’t even started anything yet. Kathryn sheds the coat, letting it pool in a heap at her feet, and then steps closer to Regina, into her personal space.
“I’ve wanted this for a while, you know,” Kathryn says, voice low. She’s looking down at Regina, towering over her, a Goddess wearing next to nothing, and the sight wreaks havoc on Regina’s senses. “Since the divorce, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Very well and I’ve been waiting for you to make a move. I wanted you to make a move, but you didn’t, so I decided to make one instead,” she explains.
Kathryn leans forward a little, planting her hands on the arms of Regina’s office chair, and leans down, effectively putting her face to face with Regina. Their noses are almost touching, and Regina has to fight back the urge to close the gap between them now, to just kiss Kathryn now and get it over with.
“What makes you think I’m interested?” Regina asks, forcing her eyes not to stray to the pair of perfect breasts hovering just before her. It’s difficult, but she’s not going to give in too easily. Besides, playing hard to get is another thing she happens to be very good at.
“The way you look at me,” Kathryn says, and she sways a little, her nose just brushing Regina’s. “The way you touch me sometimes. Your hands linger,” she continues, and it would be so easy to just kiss Regina. So easy to just tilt her head a little and press her lips against Regina’s, but she doesn’t. Not yet.
“The way I look at you?” Regina asks, and she’s a bit annoyed at herself for how breathless she is. She swallows thickly and shifts, barely noticeable, in her chair to quell the arousal pooling between her thighs. “And how is that?”
Kathryn tilts her head a little to the side, blue eyes shining rather enticingly in the low light when she answers, “Like you want to fuck me.”
Regina’s not sure exactly what happens next. One minute she’d been doing her best not to give in too quickly to Kathryn, and the next she was being straddled in her office chair. There were soft lips pressing against her own, a warm wet tongue gliding along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance that Regina is all too eager to grant. Her hands are on Kathryn’s thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as she pushes her body up against Kathryn’s, hungry for contact. All too soon, Kathryn’s pulling away. Breathless and heaving, she leans her forehead against Regina’s as she struggles to catch her breath.
“Perhaps we should move to somewhere more comfortable,” Regina says, and her voice sounds foreign even to her own ears.
The level of arousal pulsing through her makes her head swim, and she closes her eyes against the sensation. Just for a moment. And when she opens them again, she finds that Kathryn has already moved off of her and is striding for the couch in front of the fireplace. Regina stands on shaky legs and follows after her, slowly, a bit unsteadily. Her lust-hazy brain makes it difficult just to put one foot in front of the other.
Kathryn undresses Regina slowly, taking care to fold each piece of clothing neatly and stack it on an empty chair, much to Regina’s annoyance. She’s growing more impatient with every piece of fabric that’s removed, and she’s just about to voice that impatience when Kathryn kisses her again, this time slower, but with all the same fervor of the previous kiss.
Kathryn lays Regina down on the couch, covers Regina’s naked body with her own. They kiss languidly as Kathryn’s hands wander, over full breasts, tight abs, quivering thighs. Regina’s body moves of its own accord, pushing up against Kathryn, desperately seeking out more contact. And that’s when the thought hits her, hard-this is what it feels like to lose control. To be completely at the mercy of someone else. Regina isn’t the type to give up control willingly, but right now, she thinks that she just might want to.
Regina’s not aware of just how lost she’s become in her own thoughts until she hears Kathryn say her name. Her eyes snap up and for the first time in a long time, she falters. The barriers she’s created around every part of her slowly begin to come down, and Regina allows herself to just feel for once.
“Hey,” Kathryn says softly, getting Regina’s attention. She leans down and kisses the corner of Regina’s mouth, then slips her hand down, entwining her fingers with Regina’s. “Are you all right?” she asks, genuine concern lacing her tone.
Regina nods. “I just,” she begins, shifting under Kathryn and gasping when her thigh connects with warm wetness. “Oh,” she breathes out shakily, closing her eyes and letting the sensation sink in.
It’s impossible for Regina to think any longer when she feels Kathryn grind down against her leg, and so she just lets go. Lets the pleasure wash over her like an incoming tide, lets loose of everything that holds her down, everything that keeps her from feeling. She wraps her arms around Kathryn and holds her close, revels in the feeling of Kathryn’s hands on her body, exploring, mapping each curve and contour with delicate fingertips.
When Kathryn slips her hand down between them, just lets her fingers ghost across Regina’s center, Regina shudders and cries out, clinging to Kathryn tightly. When those gentle fingers slip into her, filling her up, Regina can’t help the moan that bubbles up from deep within her. She catches her lower lip tightly between her teeth, bites down hard enough to ensure that she won’t be too loud. However empty this place may be, it is still City Hall, and the last thing Regina needs is some unwitting person interrupting her pleasure.
It’s all over way too quickly. Kathryn doesn’t waste time bringing Regina to the edge, and sends her over with the lightest flick of her thumb over Regina’s clit. All Regina’s previous efforts to keep quiet go right out the window when she climaxes. She’s fairly certain any passersby on the street outside can hear her cries, but she’s much too far gone to really care. Kathryn finally has to kiss her to silence her, but that’s okay because Regina’s never felt this good before and she’s not willing to let anything put a damper on her high.
When Regina finally regains her composure, Kathryn is hovering above her. She smiles down at Regina, who’s still a little breathless and trembling, and then kisses her. Regina takes the opportunity to shift her weight, clinging to Kathryn as she rolls them, switching their positions so that she’s on top. Kathryn looks surprised, blue eyes wide.
“My turn,” Regina practically growls, as she captures Kathryn’s lips in a heated kiss that takes the blonde’s breath away.
For the rest of the night, Regina makes it her mission to fuck Kathryn to within an inch of forgetting her own name. And, of course, she succeeds.