Swan Queen/RP Fic: This is Really Happening (6/?)

Title: This Is Really Happening (6/?)

Pairing: Lana/Jen, Regina/Emma

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: These characters/actresses are not my creative property, but I’m writing this anyway.

Summary:How Lana and Jen react when they find out Swan Queen is becoming OUAT canon

Previous chapters:

One, Two, Three, Four, Five

A/N: I had to stop myself from writing an entire chapter describing the joys and wonders of Lana’s ass…because a chapter wouldn’t do it justice: it deserves a novel! :) Right, from where we left off….

Bunching up Lana’s skirt was the inevitable consequence of Jen sliding her hands slowly up the backs of Lana’s knees, under the hem, bringing the material along for the ride as she explored the backs of her well-defined hamstrings. Jen felt the material of Lana’s stockings give way to the bare heated skin of her upper thighs.

 “Does Regina always wear thigh highs?” Jen asked, sounding breathless and in awe of her discovery, when she only meant to sound silly and flirtatious.

“Just tonight….but this may be the start of a trend,” Lana’s words sounded a little constricted from having her chest pressed against the table, and she pulled back for a moment to let her skirt creep even higher, crinkling around her waist. She spread her legs, legs quivering a bit, under the pretense of simply adjusting her stance, but the action doubled as an open invitation for Jen to continue her appraisal.

Lana drew in a sharp breath as Jen’s fingertips caressed the delicate skin of her inner thighs. Jen, mesmerized by the thin strip of black silk  now fully visible between Lana’s legs, grazed her fingers lightly over her center and was rewarded with a wriggle and a moan that Lana attempted and failed to stifle.

Jen’s face flushed red. She was both embarrassed that she acted on her desire to touch her there, and turned on from Lana’s decidedly responsive reaction. The combination was frightening, considering Jen’s fingers had come away slightly damp. The confirmation that Lana was aroused was more than enough for Jen to find herself in a similar state.

Jen let out a frustrated sigh, freezing up in fear, finding it difficult to continue to touch her. Lana, sensing the discord, pushed herself up and turned around. Noticing Jen’s dilated pupils and rosy cheeks pleased Lana to no end, but she also sensed her hesitation and resistance.

“Too much too fast?” Lana asked, concerned she had rushed her into something too intimate and too sexual.

Jen balled up her fists and nodded, her face falling downward into a frown, “We are a little off track…”

“Hey, don’t worry. Maybe we should take some time to go back to the basics and just do a bit of… I don’t know…” Lana trailed off, fixating on Jen’s lips, and letting her actions speak for her. She cradled Jen’s face in her palm, working her thumb delicately over the apple of her cheek. Her other hand grasping the lapel of Jen’s jacket and tugging her forward into a kiss.

Jen relaxed into her, gasping against her mouth, and stumbling forward, causing Lana to bump against the edge of the desk. Jen held onto her hips to steady her, and Lana effortlessly hopped up on it, locking her legs around Jen’s waist, and bringing her in tight. Lana tipped her head, angling in and running her tongue over Jen’s lips, she parted them and allowed Lana to kiss her deeply.

They continued to kiss, dueling for control. Lana pulled back to moan loudly in appreciation. Jen took the opportunity to kiss down the column of her neck, crossing back and nipping at the tantalizing skin below her ear. Lana’s unabashed vocal encouragement was a foreign but pleasing sound to Jen. Her boyfriend never really made much noise during sex or foreplay except for a few satisfied grunts when he was finishing, and she herself rarely vocalized her pleasure, but Lana—well, Lana was acting as a verifiable one woman chorus. Jen figured that such noise would be distasteful and too over the top like porn, but not this- this was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.

Arousal growing, and becoming restless, Lana dragged the zipper on Jen’s jacket down, pulling away just long enough to tug the material from her shoulders. Jen let her slip the jacket off, but asked in one long breathy exhale, “What are you doing?”

“You look hot,” Lana replied scratching her fingernails lightly over the bare skin of Jen’s exposed shoulders. Jen blinked helplessly, unable to focus on anything except the tingling sensation of Lana’s warm fingers running down her arms, and her strong legs securing their bodies together. Lana’s fingers made their way to her collarbone, dipping under the fabric of her tank, before briefly flitting down and skimming over her breasts with open palms applying just enough pressure to tease her stiff nipples.

“How are you feeling now?” Lana asked, her voice deep and lust-roughed hinting at the promise of pleasure to come.

Jen shuddered, weak in the knees, her throat bone dry. She licked her lips and responded, voice meek and needy, “Ready…ready for more…”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Lana whispered, eyes unyielding, “because I think its Regina’s turn to take control.”

  1. when-fates-collide reblogged this from exquisitliltart
  2. thingsfrommyhead answered: Oh hell yeah! More please!
  3. bioticmetalbender answered: more please!
  4. not-quite-but-getting-there answered: Ugh, it’s not good for me to read this, but.. god so hot! guilty pleasure