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“I have a gift for you, Mommy.”
Regina lifts her head from the book she was reading, mind immediately sharpening at the title her girlfriend used. Apparently Emma is in a mood. “Do you?”
“Mhm,” nodding excitedly, Emma climbs onto the bed to join Regina, mischief clear in the wrinkles around her smile. She crawls right up to Regina's ear, loudly whispering, “it's between my legs.”
Arching an eyebrow in amusement, Regina finds it extremely difficult to rein in her joy of this woman and not gobble her up on the spot. “That's an interesting place for a gift.” She puts her book aside, freeing her hands. “May I see?”
With a grin, Emma shimmies out of her pajama pants and sits against the headboard. Then, with sudden shyness, she bites her lip, glancing at Regina from the corner of her eye as she bends her knees and spreads her legs.
Regina watches patiently, warmth filling her insides. She kisses her girl's cheek, then moves to position herself between Emma's legs - then kisses her once again for good measure, before moving her attention downwards.
“Oh, sweetheart… it's beautiful.” Pushing Emma's knees farther apart for better access, Regina can feel the excitement radiating off her Little as she takes her time examining the familiar, freshly shaven pussy. She blinks up at her. “I love it. Thank you for the wonderful gift.”
Emma squirms in delight. “You can… hold it… if you want…”
Regina flashes her naughty girl a smile. “Is that so?” Bringing one hand forward, she places her palm over the smooth mound. “Ohh…” Regina sighs, “baby, it's so soft…” she looks up again to see Emma biting her lip. “So soft, and…” Regina leans forward, hovering close to Emma's mouth. “...so wet.” Capturing Emma's lips, Regina kisses her slowly, deeply. “It's perfect, baby.”
“It's yours now.”
“Thank you, my darling. I promise to take good care of it.”
Emma's breath hitches as Regina moves her fingers through the thick moisture, a flush slowly coming to the surface of her skin.
With a wink, Regina lowers herself onto the mattress to be level with Emma's pelvis.
Running the pads of her fingers up and down the silky lips, dipping inside just enough to coax out more wetness, Regina works her baby up with patient exploration, with well earned knowledge. Works her up, until-
“Oh?” She pauses her fingers. “What's this little thing?”
“W-what?”
“This tiny little thing, hiding beneath a tiny little hood.” Carefully pulling the skin aside, Regina reveals a glistening pink clitoris.
“Mommy, that-” Emma stutters, “that's my button.”
“Your button?” Spreading Emma's folds, Regina makes sure to keep the small purl exposed to the air, enjoying her girl's minuscule shivers every time her words blow on it. “Your tickle button?”
Emma flushes scarlet. “N-no, Mommy… j-just- just my button.”
“Oh,” Regina says, “are you telling me, that this itsy bitsy, tiny little button, isn't ticklish?” Emma swallows, and Regina switches to talking directly at the poor little defenseless organ. “You're just the most adorable little thing, aren't you?” Reaching forward, she approaches it with one finger.
It twitches.
“Oh!” Regina pulls back, “I think she's excited to see me.”
“You…” Emma wiggles her pelvis impatiently, sticky arousal oozing out of her at the ridiculous teasing, “you can touch it.”
“I know I can, silly.” Smiling up at her needy girl, Regina's eyes twinkle. “It's mine now.” She catches Emma sucking in her cheeks as she brings her focus back down between the blonde's legs. “Let's see… is my new play-button ticklish… I bet she is~”
“N-no-”
“Oh so veeery ticklish…”
The small whimper coming from above is like a gold medal to Regina, the sweetest voice she will ever hear raining down on her. It means she has Emma wrapped around her finger, hanging onto every sugar coated word.
Holding the smooth lips open with one hand, Regina brings one manicured fingernail to the little bundle of nerves and very carefully scratches the tip.
Emma squeaks, retreating into the cushions. She doesn't have very far to go, though.
Regina pauses briefly only to smirk up at her. Oh… how naive her beautiful Savior can sometimes be. Slowing down her motions, emphasizing every stroke, she runs her nail back and forth against the slippery surface, talking so low it's almost a whisper. “Tickle… tickle… tickle…”
On both sides of her head Emma's thighs begin to shake. It's obvious she's fighting to keep her knees open for her Mommy, but the longer Regina teases her poor clit the harder it becomes. And Regina doesn't let up, tickling slowly, until Emma's hands fly down to protect herself, unable to hold out any longer.
“Ah-uh…” Regina chides in disapproval, catching Emma's wrists. “Mommy didn't give you permission to do that.”
“S-sorry.”
“Does my girl need to be restrained?”
Emma blushes. “...maybe.”
Delightful.
With a dark smile Regina pushes Emma's arms to the sides, using magic to keep them there, secured against the headboard.
What a mouth watering sight. She leans forward to kiss her girlfriend hungrily, overwhelmed with desire.
“Okay?” She asks in between kisses, eager to continue.
“Yeah,” Emma answers breathily.
It takes Regina a few moments to tear herself away from Emma's mouth.
“Now,” she says, regathering her composure, “where were we…” her eyes travel down to her girlfriend's dripping center. She licks her lips. “That's right, your- my beautiful new ticklish gift.”
Instinctively Emma's legs start closing. Putting her palms on both knees, Regina pushes them wide open, securing them with magic as well. There is that whimper again. She shoots Emma a silent check-in look before lowering herself once more onto the mattress, addressing her victim, now truly defenseless against her fingers.
“Ohhh… look at you, trying to hide beneath your little hood… how adorable.” Slowly removing the protective layers of skin, Regina takes her sweet time, knowing every small touch sends tremors of unsatisfiable pleasure to her bound girl. “Come on, don't be shy… you know I will find you~” until she peels back the last layer, exposing Emma's swollen clit. “There you are!”
“M-mommy-”
“Shhh… I just got your button out, baby. Don't scare her back in. And we still need to find out if she's ticklish.”
“It- she-” Emma's voice becomes incredibly squeaky, “my button isn't ticklish, Mommy.”
“Oh, but are you sure, sweetheart?”
“I- I…”
“Only one way to be certain,” Regina reasons with her Mommy voice, leaving no room for arguments. Bringing that same ruthless nail to the exposed bead, she very gently tickles its side. It trembles, making Emma tremble with it, and she watches with sadistic satisfaction as the poor organ quivers helplessly.
“There we go…” Regina mindfully runs her nail back and forth, “do you like it right here? Do you like it when I tickle this spot right here?” Emma's whimpers become more pathetic and desperate by the second. “Oh…” She coos, moving to flutter her fingernail against the very tip of Emma's clit, “look at you! Dancing excitedly from my finger. Aren't you just the cutest??”
“M-m-mohohommy-”
“Silly little tickle button, that's what you are! I'm… gonna… tickle you!”
“Plehehehease!”
“Please what, baby?” Regina asks innocently, looking up to find a bashful Emma. “Don't tell me you're ticklish down here after all…”
Emma whines in frustration, the patronizing voice deepening the color in her cheeks. Eyes shut, she turns her head to the side, not daring to look at her Mommy. Then, finally, she nods, defeated.
Regina's smile spreads impossibly wide with love before remembering to keep it in check for her persona. “What is it, baby?”
“I-it… she… m-maybe a little…”
“A little what, baby?”
“A little… ti…cklish…”
“Ticklish?”
Emma squirms so deliciously.
“Who is?”
“M-my… my button.”
“You mean my button?” Regina challenges, “Since you just gave it to me?”
Emma swallows. “Y-yes, Mommy. Yours.”
“Hmm… so she is a tickle button… who would have guessed.” Winking at her sheepish girl, Regina reaches over to grab the makeup brush sitting on their nightstand. “It's a good thing we checked, now isn't it, darling?”
All Emma can do is watch in horror and anticipation as Regina leans back down and brings this new weapon to the most tender part between her legs.
“So now that we've established she is indeed a tickle button…” caressing up and down Emma's bare labia, enticingly making her way inward, Regina finally lets her evil grin show. “time to tickle her.”
The moment hundreds of fine hairs touch her exposed clit, Emma jerks in her magical bonds, trying and failing to pull away.
“Aaaa-aa…” her voice wobbles from the very first swipe, but Regina does not pause, she continues to crawl the brush across, again and again, the sensation very quickly overpowering the helpless Little, laughter starting to pour out of Emma. “Ahahahahah mohohohommyhyhyhy!”
“Tickle tickle, darling…” drawing circles over and around Emma's clitoris, Regina teases her girl with the unbearable, unending sensation of the makeup brush rubbing against her weakest point. “You can't escape my tickle brush ~ nnno you can't ~”
“Mohohohohohommyhyhyhyhyhy plehehehehehehehease!”
“Such a cute little tickle button…” Regina keeps the brush fluttering maddeningly over the edge of Emma's clit, following her jumping hips with ease. “So very ticklish… helplessly ticklish… and all for me.”
“AhahahahahhahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
“Oh?” Regina queries as Emma's desperation suddenly increases. “Have we found a good spot?” Keeping the new angle, she tickles with the brush again, marveling at the reaction it earns her. “Oh, I think we did…”
“NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I think we diiiiiiiid~” she turns to speak at Emma's clit again. “Does this tickle you, little one? Riiiiight here? Oh I bet it does… tickle tickle tickle!” It twitches and flutters as Emma thrashes as best she can, but nothing is enough to protect against the devious attack. “You're so sensitive! It's just so much fun tickling you!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHA!”
“Tickle tickle ~”
“MOHOHOHOMMYHYHYHYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!”
“Do you like it when I play with you?? Do you like it when the soft brush tickles you??”
“STOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOP!”
“What a silly spot to be so ticklish! And look how she loves it!”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
“Is it toooooo ticklish for my tickle button? She just caaaaaan't take it anymore?”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“But there is nowhere to run ~”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-”
"I wonder what will happen if I keep tickling her…? If I never stop…?? If I just tickle… and tickle… and tickle…”
Through her laughter Emma cries out, screaming in desperate overstimulation as she comes, soaking the makeup brush, torn between pleasure and torture. Her hips buck against her thrashing, her clit pulses with her rapid heartbeat, her body embarrassingly gives her away, completely out of her control.
When it's over, Regina tosses the wet brush aside and releases a panting Emma. She pulls her close, holding her boneless body curled protectively to her chest, kissing the crown of her head.
”Thank you for the gift, sweetheart,” she says again, “I absolutely love it.” Emma's only response is sinking deeper into their embrace, and Regina is more than happy to surround her in softness. Wrapping her arms tighter around her girlfriend, she lays them both down for the night, soft snores already lulling her to sleep as well.