Page 190 of The Snowball Effect

For the first few weeks into their relationship, she’d kept her own bedding in her own room, but in the last month she’d given in. The reality was that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in… Emma didn’t even remember, at this point.

She’d valiantly tried at the beginning to maintain some semblance of boundaries and distance, if only just a little. It was hard from the get-go, given that they lived together and – without Emma even realizing how intensely – their day-to-day lives were so entangled.

But she figured she’d probably still at least sleep in her own room at least a few days a week.

Even after the first few weeks, she’d deluded herself into believing it. It truly wasn’t until after Regan had told Emma that she loved her that Emma had to just be honest with herself.

She wasn’t going to sleep by herself at night in her own room. Definitely not after having sex with Regan. Not on the nights they didn’t have sex, either. What in the world was appealing about walking away from being with her girlfriend to go to sleep in her room, alone, when Regan was a hallway away?

Contrary and grumpy as Emma could be, she wasn’t stupid. Why would she want to punish them both?

Also, her room didn’t havethat–

The Modern Family – Mothers and Daughtersby Emma Bordeaux

The printed and framed story that Regan had hung up proudly on her wall two weeks ago. Allegra had not only accepted her piece, praised it, and published it, but she’d also encouraged Emma to continue submitting to Olly!

And Regan had made a countdown that she’d hung up in their living room until the day Emma’s piece had gone live, before immediately framing it. Oh, but not only did she framethisone, but also one for Gram and Kimberly, as well.

She dropped an affectionate kiss to the soft skin of Regan’s neck.

Surprise filtered through her when she felt Regan shiver against her lips, and she drew back a few inches to look down.

Yep, Regan had goosebumps. She heard Regan sigh, before she felt the press of Regan’s ass roll firmly backward into her.

Fascinated by her girlfriend’s response to a kiss Emma had considered fairly innocuous – innocent, even – she dipped her head down to kiss Regan again, dragging her lips lightly over the soft skin of the side of Regan’s neck.

“Emma,” Regan breathed, rolling her hips back again. This time, more insistently. Deliberately pressing against Emma’s hips.

“Are you awake?” She whispered, surprise filtering through her.

Regan sometimes woke up before Emma did, but she didn’t usually stay all cuddled up and warm and languid against Emma like this. She almost always stayed in bed, but she would typically be on her phone and texting Sutton or scrolling social media or even making Topped Off schedules or typing out an idea for a recipe. She’d be quiet and respectful while letting Emma continue to sleep, but once Regan was awake, her mind was moving a mile a minute.

“Mhmm,” Regan hummed, stroking her fingertips up Emma’s forearm that was draped around her waist. She then scratched as she moved her hand back down, and Emma found herself shivering. “Been waiting for you to wake up.”

“You’re being awfully polite about it… very unlike you,” Emma teased, speaking against the side of Regan’s throat. The feeling of Regan’s skin against her moving lips made them tingle, and she loved that feeling.

“I’m polite,” Regan countered, an offended tone in her voice, circling her fingers around Emma’s wrist, and squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind Emma about the thrill Regan always got when she held Emma down.

Or when Emma held her down. Unsurprisingly, Regan liked to give just as well as she got, and she liked to get just as well as she gave. There was nothing – so far – they’d ventured into when it came to sex that Regan didn’t want to explore.

“You arenotpolite when you want me to wake up,” Emma disagreed, still. She couldn’t help herself from nipping her teeth into Regan’s neck – lightly, teasingly, but a reminder that Emmaknewshe was right about this.

Regan groaned, the sound husky and deep in her throat. “Well, that’s becauseusuallyI’m not waking you up so that you can touch me and make me come; I felt like waking you up for that would be pervy.”

Heat licked at her, starting between her thighs as her clit pulsed to life at Regan’s words. “You’ve been laying here, awake, thinking about me touching you?”

She was no longer surprised by how forthright Regan was in saying how much she wanted her. She sometimes was surprised by how fucking strongly her body reacted to it, though.

“Mm,” Regan hummed again, nodding against the pillow.

Anticipating Regan’s next move, Emma rocked her hips into Regan’s ass the next time she pushed herself back into Emma.

And, yeah, the pulsing between her legs was already strong enough that shefeltit. Even though the contact wasn’t right on her clit, the pressure of Regan’s ass pushing against her provided Emma just enough to push the heat inside of her up to a solid simmer.

“I had this dream,” Regan started, her voice raw and needy.

“What happened in this dream?” Emma asked, already feeling a little breathless, as she tightened her hold over Regan’s waist and deliberately pressed into her ass.

---