A/N: I'm back! One scene for each episode of Once Upon a Time where the writers could have used a line to make SwanQueen have wild, crazy sex and instead they made them ... well, not. So here I am to save the day and fill your lives with smut. This fic will hopefully be updated almost every day and I'm looking to get it finished by the end of January. Reviews are unnecessary but nice ...

NSFW.

"I told you," Emma said, breathing heavily as she looked up at four concerned faces above her.

Regina rolled her eyes at the blonde's never ending need to be right even after she had almost drowned. Mary Margaret and David smiled soppily down at their daughter as Hook turned towards the helm and Regina glanced around for a job to do before remembering that she hadn't the first idea about being on a ship and turned back to the little family.

"You should go and get some dry clothes on," Mary Margaret said, noticing how Emma's teeth had started to chatter.

"Did you bring a spare set of clothes? Thought not," Emma said when her mother shook her head. "I'll be fine, they'll dry soon enough."

"I can dry them," Regina piped up.

"What?"

"Magic," the brunette prompted. "It's not all sleeping curses and fireballs."

"Thanks," Emma said, pushing herself to her feet and walking towards the brunette. "Reckon you can do something about my back too?"

Regina gasped as Emma turned away from her, swinging her blonde hair over her shoulder. The splinter of wood which had ricocheted off the boat and struck the Sheriff had left a deep gash in her back. The wound, about a foot long, was framed by the ripped grey tank top now stained with blood. The back strap of her bra had been sliced in two, dangling uselessly from her shoulders.

"Come with me," Regina said, leading the way from the deck of the Jolly Roger down into the sleeping area Hook had pointed out earlier.

Following Regina into the captain's quarters, Emma was temporarily distracted from her pain and looked around in admiration. The room was small but nicely decorated with a large bed on one side; not that she should have been surprised after the way the leering man spoke of his past conquests.

"Take off your top and lie down on your front," Regina instructed.

Emma raised an eyebrow jokingly but complied when Regina's face showed no sign of amusement. She peeled her ruined tank top off, tossed it onto a chair and shimmied her useless bra from her arms too before lying down. Regina's eyes had snapped shut as the blonde climbed up, her pert breasts swinging freely.

"Ok now lie still. I need to disinfect the wound before I heal it. It might hurt a bit," Regina explained.

"I have a high pain thre- MOTHER OF GOD! HOLY FUCK THAT STINGS!"

Regina couldn't help but chuckle. "You were saying?"

"Did you just pour acid on me?" Emma asked, craning her neck round and shooting daggers at the woman stood beside her.

"Don't be ridiculous," Regina scoffed. "It was simply a potion to eliminate any foreign toxins."

"Yeah by burning them to death," Emma grumbled, flopping her head back down onto the pillow.

"Are you going to continue complaining or may I begin healing you now."

"Go ahead," Emma sighed, tensing herself for more pain.

But it never came. Instead, a strange, warming sensation spread over her back. Her skin tingled pleasantly as Regina's hands hovered inches above her, magic seeping into her pores as the brunette murmured words in a language Emma didn't recognise. Within a minute, all pain had receded from her body and Regina was smiling satisfactorily at the unmarred skin.

"Done," Regina said, turning away and picking up Emma's tank top, magicking the rip away before turning her attention to the white bra.

"Wow!" Emma said, sitting up as she watched Regina work to fix her clothing. "Thanks. Can you teach me to do that. I'm always ruining things."

"I suppose I could -," Regina began but she stopped mid-sentence as she turned around and found Emma sat topless on the bed. "Sorry," she said, blushing profusely as she cast her eyes downwards and blindly held out Emma's clothes.

The blonde chuckled as she took her top and bra, quickly got dressed and hopped down from the bed.

"They're just breasts, Regina. It's not like you haven't seen them before," Emma said as the brunette raised her eyes again.

"Well, no but still. I mean, it's not like we're exactly friends or anything and I just thought you might want some, I don't know, privacy?" Regina mumbled.

"I've never really cared who sees my body," Emma shrugged, sitting down at the captain's table and picking up a compass. "I mean, it's just flesh, right? Why does it matter?"

"I suppose it doesn't," Regina said quietly.

"Then why is your face still beet red?" Emma asked, grinning.

"Because it was you," Regina burst out before she could censor herself.

"Me?" Emma asked, her own cheeks a little flushed.

"You. Emma Swan, you have disrupted my perfect life in the most unexpected way. You have tried to take my son away from me, I have tried to kill you, we have fought from the day we met and yet somehow, inexplicably, I cannot get you out of my head. Your stunning green eyes, your blonde curls, the sight of your ass in your jeans makes me wet every time, and now you sit there in front of me topless and you're even more beautiful than in my wildest dreams. And believe me, you've starred in a lot of wild dreams."

Regina snapped her mouth shut and looked challengingly at the blonde sat flabbergasted in front of her. There, she had said it. At last, she had told Emma how she really felt. Now she just had to wait for Emma's response.

"How long?" Emma asked after a long pause.

"What?"

"How long have you felt like this? How long have you wanted ... me?" Emma elaborated.

"Remember the day Henry got trapped in the mines?"

"Of course," Emma nodded.

"Let's just say it took all my self control not to give the whole town quite a show," Regina said.

"Wow, two years," Emma said, standing from the desk and walking slowly towards Regina. "Then I suppose this is long overdue."

The kiss was soft, slow, tentative. Regina's mouth was frozen in shock as Emma's lips drifted down to meet them, soft skin moving carefully over the brunette's plump lips before she pulled back, searching Regina's face for a reaction.

Regina looked stunned, her eyes wide with surprise and her cheeks still a little flushed from earlier. She gazed at Emma, looking deep into the earnest green eyes in front of her as her brain hurried to catch up with what had just happened.

Reaching up slowly, Regina wrapped her hands around the nape of Emma's neck, pulling the blonde back towards her and kissing her again. This time, Regina controlled the kiss, moving her lips confidently over Emma's until she felt them part and slid her tongue inside, tasting the blonde for the first time. Emma's hands flew to her hips, pulling their bodies closer as the kiss continued. Regina groaned as Emma's teeth nibbled her lower lip, pulling the flesh softly before releasing it and kissing her harder.

It was Emma who guided them to the bed, laying Regina down carefully before climbing on top of her.

"Your jeans are wet," Regina remarked as Emma straddled her hips.

"They're not the only thing," the blonde joked.

Regina rolled her eyes before waving her hand and magicking the soaked denim away along with the grey tank top, leaving Emma in just her newly repaired white bra and a pair of navy panties.

"Nice trick," Emma said, looking down in surprise at her bare body. "Now do it to yourself."

Regina chuckled and repeated the spell, removing her blazer, blouse and slacks so she too lay in just her underwear. Although her black lace set was, of course, matching.

"Wow you're beautiful," Emma murmured, her hands ghosting up Regina's sides to tease along the underwire of her bra.

Leaning back down, Emma kissed Regina's lips again, running her tongue over the indentation in the upper lip, something she had wanted to do for a very long time. Regina whimpered at the intimate act, her arms wrapping around Emma and pulling their bodies flush together. Hot skin against hot skin, both women felt their heart beats quicken as their breasts pressed against one another, the heat from their cores palpable.

Emma eventually broke the kiss, needing to feel more of the extraordinary woman below her. She placed a trail of soft, open mouthed kisses down Regina's chest until she reached the lacy bra cup encasing generous breasts. Running her tongue along the edge of the cup, Emma grinned when Regina arched into her teasing touch, allowing the blonde to slide a hand underneath her and unclasp the bra. Once free, Emma pulled the barrier away and gazed for the first time on the round breasts of Storybrooke's mayor. The dark nipples were already strained with arousal and Emma wasted no time in ducking her head and taking one in her mouth. Hands flew to her blonde hair, anchoring her mouth more firmly as her tongue laved over the hardened tip, teasing it mercilessly before her mouth sucked it softly, lovingly. After several minutes, Emma moved to the other nipple, giving it equal attention as Regina writhed and moaned beneath her touch.

"Come here," Regina gasped as Emma trapped her nipple gently between her teeth.

The blonde complied at once, hovering over the older woman and trying to read her expression. It was one of unadulterated lust and as Emma smiled down, Regina brought her lips up to meet the blonde's, savouring the taste of Emma as their tongued danced.

This time when the kiss broke, it was Regina who moved. Pushing Emma gently, she rolled the blonde onto her back, straddling her still damp panties before she backed down the bed. Emma watched, her eyes black with arousal. As Regina reached her toned stomach, she lay soft kisses over her skin until her lips met cotton. Taking Emma's panties in her teeth, Regina slowly crawled backwards on the bed, tugging the underwear down as she went. Emma lifted her hips to help, her core throbbing with the vision before her.

As soon as Emma had kicked her panties free of her ankles, Regina trailed her fingers back up Emma's legs, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs and encouraging the blonde to spread her legs wider. Complying at once, Emma whimpered as she watched Regina settle between her legs, her delectable mouth inches away from where the blonde most needed her. Thankfully, Regina was just as impatient and seconds later, Emma's throbbing sex was covered with an eager mouth.

Regina groaned as Emma's tangy taste exploded in her mouth, the blonde bucking into her as the vibrations hit her clit. The brunette's tongue drew soft, slow circles around Emma's clit, teasing the woman's arousal even higher. Sliding her tongue lower, Regina explored the dripping folds, sucking each into her mouth and twirling her tongue around them. When she at last reached Emma's dripping entrance, she moaned at the intensity of the flavour she found there, her arms wrapping around Emma's waist to pull herself even closer to the blonde.

Emma tried to watch, propping herself up on a pillow as the dark head bobbed between her legs. She had never seen anything more erotic in her life when Regina raised her head momentarily, her chin glistening with Emma's own juices. Her eyes fluttered shut with ecstasy as Regina lowered her mouth again, taking her hard clit into her mouth and sucking intensely. Emma's hands flew to Regina's hair, pulling the willing brunette even closer to her core as her orgasm approached.

As her pleasure crested, Emma arched off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the mouth between her legs work furiously against her sex. She shuddered and thrashed as her orgasm exploded, Regina's tongue never stopping until the blonde eventually collapsed back on the bed, her heart beating wildly.

Raising her head, Regina smirked satisfactorily at the spent woman before her. Licking her lips, she wiped her mouth on her hand and crawled up Emma's body before settling next to her, throwing an arm over her waist and dropping a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

"That was ... Wow," Emma gasped, rolling her head to gaze at Regina.

"Agreed," Regina nodded. "Just think, we could have been doing this all along rather than trying to kill each other."

"In my defence, I never tried to kill you," Emma pointed out as she sat up and swung herself to straddle Regina.

"True, sorry about that," Regina said, running her fingertips up and down Emma's toned stomach before reaching up to unhook Emma's bra which was still, inexplicably, in place.

"I'll never eat apple turnovers again," Emma dead panned as her bra fell away.

"Shame," Regina remarked. "They are rather delicious."

"Perhaps they are but I'd wager you have something equally delicious on offer for me," Emma said as she moved back and settled herself between Regina's thighs.

Grasping each side of the black lace panties, Emma locked her eyes onto Regina's as she ripped the material away from the olive skin.

"Hey!" Regina protested.

"Oh relax, you've just proved you can fix clothing no problem," Emma pointed out. "Along with several other talents."

Regina couldn't help but chuckle but that laughter soon turned to a groan as two of Emma's fingertips slid up through her folds.

"Good idea," Emma said, lying down between Regina's thighs. "No more talking. I've got something far more pleasurable to do with my mouth."

"Where's Swan and the Evil Queen?" Hook asked David.

"Regina went to heal Emma's back. I think they're using your cabin."

"I'll go and check on them," Hook said. "They've been gone ages."

He left the helm and walked back down the deck of the Jolly Roger. As he descended the steps, strange noises reached his ears. Standing outside the closed door to his chambers, he listened intently.

"How long does it take to heal a scratch?" Hook murmured to himself as he turned and walked back up the steps, away from the moans and soft cries emanating from the room.