Regina and Emma start having sex for the first time, Regina grows uncomfortable and realizes she's not ready to be intimate. She changes her mind in the middle of the act so they stop and Emma takes care of her emotionally.
Emma sprawls next to Regina, nude and comfortable. She trails her fingers down Regina’s arm as she presses kiss after kiss to Regina’s slightly parted lips. This has always been her favorite part of intimacy: the slow, sensual build up that flushed her cheeks, sent electric tingles to her groin, and connected her to her partner. Given that she erected firm walls around her vulnerabilities outside of the bedroom, this was the only time she allowed anyone close.
She was naked, both physically and emotionally--and she wasn’t terrified in the slightest. She kissed with her eyes closed and saw with her fingers; she saw the small hairs raised on Regina’s arms, the soft curvature of her hips, and the plush of her stomach. As this was their first time moving past over-the-clothing, tentative touching, Emma wanted to see everything she could.
Moisture gathered between her legs, but she stayed put, content with the slow and steady pace she’d set. If she were to rush, she’d miss out on the details. The small gasping breaths. The dull pain of nails digging into her skin. The humid heat around them.
The flinch away from her kiss.
She rolled back, cautious and curious. “Regina?”
“Yes?” There was something stiff and uncertain in her tone.
Emma considered the snapped statement and withdrew another few centimeters. “You... you don’t want to do this, do you?”
Regina was silent, even as she stared at Emma. Her gaze started soft but hardened--only to soften yet again moments later. Emma swung her feet out of bed and reached for her clothing.
“I’m not,” Emma replied. Once she was dressed, she climbed back into bed. She tucked her hands behind her head.
“So, want to talk about it?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“I trust you. Just tell me if I do.” Emma yawned, leaned over, and kissed Regina’s nose. “Mind if I still sleep over?”
“Just sleep?” Regina pressed her lips together and nodded. “Very well. That’s acceptable.”
“Great.” Emma snuggled down. “Good night, Regina.”
Regina fidgeted with the comforter. She avoided eye contact and cleared her throat. “Do you--”
“Look, Regina. I want you, I really do. But you’re not into it, so we’re done for now.” Emma pried an eye open. “Maybe another time? Or maybe not at all. Whichever. But we both have to be on board.”
Regina flicked the light off and curled up against her chest. Emma slipped an arm around Regina’s back and drifted off to sleep.
