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After a few moments Emma’s hand found its rhythm again and as Emma knelt up properly again she saw Regina’s eyes rolling back in her head, the sight of seeing Emma have such an impressive orgasm as well as the feelings on her clit were definitely having the right effect.

Emma wrapped her other arm around Regina and started to kiss and lick at the sensitive spot below Regina’s neck that she had discovered during their earlier explorations. Regina whimpered in desire and twitched and Emma knew she was on the right track. After a while Regina cried out loudly and wrapped both arms around Emma and held the blonde tightly to her body as she shook in soft convulsions and whispered Emma’s name into Emma’s shoulder.

Regina leaned heavily on Emma with utter exhaustion and Emma removed her hand from Regina’s panties and gently guided them both into a laying down position.

“Wow,” Regina breathed.

“Yeah,” Emma agreed.

“I think we got the hang of it,” Regina said huskily, her voice still sore from the vocalisations.

“Yup,” Emma said, “maybe we could go again? This time without our underwear on..?”

Chapter 95

Chapter Notes

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Six months later

David stood by the outdoor grill cooking stacks of burgers and sausages while enjoying a cold beer that his daughter had brought him. Belle walked up to him with a smile, “they put you to work, eh?”

“I offered,” he said with a wide smile, “quieter over here,” he winked to the young brunette who was beginning to show and had a hand covering her slightly protruding belly.

Belle looked around the garden of 108 Mifflin Street with a nod, “yes, it looks like the whole of Storybrooke is here!”

David looked around, “not far off, seems Emma invited everyone to Grace’s birthday.”

Belle looked over at Emma who was sat on a picnic blanket with her sunglasses on with her arms stretched out as Grace toddled her way towards her with Henry crouching behind the young girl to ensure she didn’t fall.

“Is everything okay with Emma?” Belle asked quietly, “she seemed a bit distracted when I spoke to her earlier.”

“Yeah,” David nodded, “she just wants everything to go right today, big day!”

“You only turn one once,” Belle said.

“Here you are,” Gold said as he approached the two by the grill.

“By the food,” Belle smiled.

David couldn’t help but stare at Gold who was wearing black jeans and a crisp, white short-sleeved shirt. The man almost looked normal and not like the malevolent imp who had caused all the problems.

“Ah, of course,” Gold said as he smiled at his wife, “can I get you anything?”

“Stop fussing,” she told him with a smile and batted his chest lightly with the back of her hand.

David noticed a heavily pregnant Mary Margaret waddling towards them and quickly handed Belle a burger in a bun, “quick, save yourself,” he whispered and the loving couple inconspicuously rushed away.

“David,” Mary Margaret whined.

“Yes, my love?” David asked with a grin.

“Something is going on with Emma and she won’t tell me what,” she complained as she rubbed her lower back distractedly.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” David said with a shrug.

Mary Margaret’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him with shock, “you know,” she picked up a spare grill barbeque fork and held it like a weapon, “spill or I’ll be a single mother.”

David held his hands in the air, the hormones hadn’t worn off after a few more weeks as he had hoped and now he spent every day hoping that their due baby would hurry up and arrive.

“You can’t say a word,” David said in a whisper as he looked around the garden in the hope that no one had seen them. He needn’t have worried, even if someone had seen they wouldn’t intervene, Mary Margaret’s hormones were now legendary in Storybrooke.

“Speak,” she said firmly.

“Snow, why are you pointing that thing at your husband,” Regina’s voice sounded and David let out a sigh of relief at the only person brave enough to confront his pregnant wife. He quickly shook his head at Mary Margaret in the hope of conveying a message that Regina was absolutely not to know whatever was going on.

“Just a.. game,” she said sweetly, “you know,” she jabbed the fork into his belly twice, “stab stab.”

“I sincerely hope Emma doesn’t inherit any of those more violent genes,” Regina said with raised eyebrows as she turned to David, “I’m nearly finished in the kitchen, shall we serve the food in, say, ten minutes?”

David looked at the state of the art grill and heater and nodded, “sounds great,” he smiled ridiculously widely and Regina looked from Snow to David and then shook her head and turned away.

When she was a safe distance David looked at Mary Margaret who was beaming so much she looked like her face might explode.

“Snow..” he warned, “don’t say anything..”

“Oh,” she said with bright, wide eyes.

“It’s got to be a secret,” he pleaded.

“My,” she put the fork down and started quietly clapping her hands together with excitement.

“Just, you know, play it cool, okay?” David begged.