A/N: This is the first chapter of a story for my Tumblr Secret Valentine Mitigated Wrath. My Valentine was seriously amazing and wrote me the best fic and mini-ficlets, and…yeah, I can't gush enough. Now that my Secret Valentine is unmasked, I can begin to publish this story I've been working on based on the prompt "Swan Queen's first time…if you know what I mean." I hope you'll like it.

Weeks of anticipation had led Emma Swan to this moment. She shuddered as Regina pulled her in deeper to the kiss. Regina's back was pressed to her own front door, her hands balled into fists around Emma's jacket. Emma's hands were roaming up Regina's back to tangle in her hair. Emma kissed along Regina's jawline to her ear and as her lips caressed the spot just below her ear that drove her wild she growled deep in her throat. Emma traced lips over her ear before murmuring in a husky voice, "Can I come inside?"

The feeling of Emma's hot breath on her ear coupled with Emma's words made Regina's knees buckle as her eyes rolled back in her head. Emma grasped her tighter and trailed kisses down Regina's neck. Regina moaned and managed to push Emma back slightly by the shoulders so that they were looking each other in the eye. The overwhelming desire in Emma's eyes caused heat to radiate from her center through her entire body. She bit her lip as she nodded, holding Emma's gaze the whole time. She fumbles in her purse to find her keys, attempting to do so without losing eye contact. As soon as she finds the keys, though, Emma has begun to run a hand over her collar bone and she loses her grip, dropping them.

"Dammit."

"I've got it." Emma bent down slowly to retrieve the keys, providing Regina with quite a view as her skin-tight jeans stretched over her perfectly rounded derriere. Regina moaned and trailed her fingers across the rounded globes, eliciting a gasp from the blonde beneath her, who quickly straightened up. Regina smirked as she took the keys out of Emma's hand and turned to open the door.

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As they crossed the threshold, Emma thought about how much had changed in just a few short weeks. On the day she had returned from New York she had immediately gone to see her parents. When they discussed Regina's visit during her absence, she asked them to watch Henry for her and left, determined to apologize once and for all. She had spent a significant amount of time in New York reflecting on her choices and decided that her keeping Henry from Regina was no different than Regina initially keeping him from her. Not only was it not the right thing to do – it was likely leading Regina toward making more desperate choices in her determination to maintain a relationship with him, just at it had Emma when Regina had restricted her time with her son.

Not only that, but seeing Neal again and his ridiculous belief that things could just simply restart between them made her reflect on her own feelings. Even a year ago, though she would have been distrustful and resentful of Neal, she would have felt her heart flutter when he declared his continued love for her. Now, however, she felt only regret that she had wasted so much time thinking of him when he was reduced to crippling reality rather than idealized fantasy. She wondered if it wasn't much the same for Regina with Daniel. She knew that she had loved the boy, perhaps he had been her true love, but it had been decades since his death, and Emma couldn't help wondering whether Regina loved the boy or the memory of herself in love.

Either way, she had already determined to seek Regina out when she returned home and when her mother said that she had sent Regina away with the words that Emma did not need her consent in matters regarding her son, Emma snapped and nearly ran out of the apartment. She knew that with Cora in town, the worst thing for everyone would be if Regina's fragile redemption was set aside in order for her to reunite with her mother. She only hoped she could find the former mayor before it was too late.

As she sprinted up and slammed her fist against the door of 108 Mifflin Street, she hadn't the first clue what she'd say if Regina actually answered the door. When it opened only a moment later and Regina looked nonplussed at a sweaty, panting sheriff on her doorstep, Emma set aside the idea of speech and instead flung herself forward, crashing her lips to Regina's. Regina's eyes went wide for a moment before she closed them and gave in to the sensation of warmth spreading through her from her stinging lips.

When Emma pulled back, she was still breathless but she gave an awkward half-smile and said "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. I've…wanted to do that for a long time."

"No, not about kissing you. I'm definitely not sorry for that," she demonstrated by dropping another light kiss on Regina's lips before she pulled back again and sighed. "I'm sorry for not believing you about Archie. I'm sorry for taking Henry out of town without talking to you. I'm sorry that I didn't listen to my instincts in the first place and that I've been so horrible, and…"

Regina stopped her with a finger to her lips. Her eyes settled on her finger before she snapped them up to stare into green, earnest eyes in front of her and said "Emma…thank you. I appreciate your apology and I won't pretend that I haven't been upset, but….I never got a chance to tell you that I'm sorry either. I've been horrible to you and I've done so many things, but I'm…that's not who I want to be."

"I know." The conviction and understanding in those two simple words, softly spoken, broke through Regina's frantic stuttering and caused her to throw her arms around Emma's neck, pulling her in for a lingering embrace. She closed her eyes and smelled leather and lavender shampoo and Emma. She closed her eyes and melted into the sheriff's arms with a sigh.

For weeks since that night, Emma and Regina had been spending time together. They had decided to take it slow with the physical aspect of their relationship, determined to get to know one another as people before jumping into something neither of them felt ready to deal with. They had spent an increasing number of evenings together eating dinner at Granny's or at the mansion, generally with Henry. They had taken to spending time together after he went to bed watching movies together or playing games, Scrabble quickly becoming a favorite.

As the weeks went by, their kisses had begun to linger a little longer each time, their fingers roaming more boldly. They had begun to seek physical contact in small ways whenever they were together, seemingly unconsciously. Emma's hand would find Regina's knee under the table as they ate dinner or Regina would sprawl across Emma's lap when they watched a movie, Emma's fingers in her hair. Both had a long history of sexual encounters, but both were unaccustomed to this level of physical intimacy that was purely an expression of feeling rather than a demonstration of prowess. As the emotional intensity of their relationship ratcheted up, their physical encounters became deeper, extremely intense and increasingly difficult to rein in.

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As Regina held the door for Emma to pass her going into the mansion, all of the moments leading to this point flashed before her and she suddenly felt her stomach turn leaden. She was not exactly inexperienced in the bedroom, but she had never really worked up to it in this way before. She suddenly felt like she was fourteen and fumbling in the back of her boyfriend's car again, completely baffled as to what to do. Regina turned toward her and gave her a sexy smirk before crooking her finger to follow her up the stairs. Emma gulped and rushed forward, flushing to the roots of her hair.

In her bedroom, Regina turned and allowed Emma to step close to her, leaning in to kiss her. Emma's heart was racing and she could feel that her palms were sweating. She trembled as Regina nipped at her lip and pulled her in deeper. Emma put her arms around Regina's waist and pulled her closer, shivering as Regina's tongue caressed her own. Regina pulled back and turned, presenting Emma with her zipper. Emma's hands trembled as she slowly lowered it, exposing a widening V of skin below Regina's dress. Her mouth felt dry and the sweat was building on her forehead now as she struggled to maintain her cool.

Regina allowed the satin material of her dress to slip down to her ankles displaying black lace lingerie that showcased her curves. She turned toward Emma, whose wide eyes simply stared as she moved in and trailed kisses up the column of the sheriff's throat. Emma simply stood stiff for a moment before consciously realizing she should do something and running her hands up Regina's back. She reached her bra and decided to smoothly take it off one handed. She succeeded, however, only in twisting the material between her fingers and then letting it go so it snapped into the mayor's back.

Regina's mouth left her neck with a pop as she looked up indignantly saying "Did you just snap my bra?!"

"Uh…I um."

Regina's eyes narrowed before she grabbed Emma's sides, eliciting a squeal. During one of their many make-out session, the former mayor had discovered that her blonde paramour was extremely ticklish, a fact that she had not failed to exploit since. She continued her assault upon the sheriff until both were out of breath, having landed on the bed and wrestling around until Emma was laying on her back, Regina poised above her. Emma sighed.

"I don't know why this is so hard."

"What do you mean, dear?"

"All I've thought about for weeks is getting to this point, being close to you in, you know…that way," a blush crept up her cheeks as she continued, feeling increasingly vulnerable, "It's just that I've never had a problem with this part before."

Regina stiffened. "A problem?"

"Yeah, I mean. I thought that all I wanted was to get you into bed but now that I'm here I just…can't seem to get things going."

Regina fully pulled away now, hurt and disappointment washing over her like ice water. "Well, don't trouble yourself, dear. It's late, you should just go."

Emma felt anger rise in her that she was trying to explain how she felt, something that was a struggle for her, and Regina was rejecting her without even hearing her out. "Regina, why are you being like this?"

"Like what, dear? I'm simply tired. Besides, you should return to your son." Her voice was cruelly emotionless although her eyes gleamed with anger.

"You know what? Forget this, you're right. I should get back to Henry. Pleasant evening Miss Mills."

Only after the door had slammed behind her did Regina allow her face to crumple into an expression of heartbreak and a tear to roll down to her chin. She had felt that finally someone had cared enough to bring her into the light, but what good was that when all it did was make this renewed darkness seem all the more bleak. She rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow, still smelling like Emma to her chest and cried herself to sleep.

A/N: Ok, so I hope you're not too disappointed, just remember, we're just getting started. XO Valentine, you are the best! 333