Summary: A hit on the head causes Emma to be unable to control what she says and does, especially involving Regina.

Rated: I'm going say high T low M

Disclaimer: OUAT and characters aren't mine.

Note: This is really... um, yeah you'll see. ((Also I have the next chapter of Trust written and it'll probably be up tomorrow or Friday.))

Chapter 1: Pool Party

"The food is ready!" Regina had gone to change into her swimming suit something like forty minutes ago. Emma had been having fun playing around in the pool that she hadn't noticed, much.

Emma slid out of the pool and was wrapping up in a towel when she finally turned and saw her.

It's small, red, hardly decent, and absolutely perfect! Good lord her ass is glorious in those bikini bottoms. So very round and firm and-

SPLASH!

Fucking pool toys! She probably would have been fine if her head hadn't bounced off the beach ball floating around the pool.

...SQ…

"Breath Emma!" Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. What the hell? Stop pushing on my- oh.

Smooth soft lips press against hers, sliding gently before… giving her air. Can't forget the air, it's kind of important.

Wait! Lips! Come back!

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Ah, thank you. Seriously these are the softest lips ever. I want them on mine forever and always.

"Come on Emma!"

Regina? Are these your lips? Fuck…

Cough! Hack! Bleh! Oh my god my lungs are burning.

"Emma?"

"Hmm?"

"You really scared me." Those wonderfully soft lips brush Emma's ear as Regina whispers. They aren't there nearly long enough before they are gone and Emma's being helped to her feet.

"Help her inside and I'll get her an ice-pack."

Not even 2 minutes later and Emma's alone on the couch, everyone else going back to enjoy their day. Oh wait, not alone-

"Ow!" An ice-pack is placed on her aching head.

"Don't be such a baby." Her eyes flutter open and run over Regina. This fucking woman, I swear.

"Jesus."

"What?"

"You're wet." Oops that sounded a tad bit sexual.

"Yes because I pulled you out from the pool. Are you quite alright, Miss Swan?" Stop looking at her legs Emma. Stop it right now! What are you doing!?

"Can I just…" Too late, she already is. Regina shivers as Emma's cool fingers slide over calf. "You have nice legs."

"How hard did you- fuc-" The fingers are tickling behind her knee now. "Um… How hard did you… uh…" Why isn't she stopping me? Why am I not stopping me? Good god her legs are smooth as silk. "How hard did you hit your head?"

"So very smooth." Emma's hand slowly glide up the outside of her thigh.

"Emma." It honestly wasn't supposed to come out so much like a whimper but Emma's touch is just so- ungh- so-

Emma's hand slides back down to her knee before moving to the inside of her thigh, her fingers feather-light as they slide up up u-

"Oh my god!"

"Yesss."

"No! I mean, I'm sorry. I don't know why I-" Emma's hand squeezes Regina's thigh again before she forces herself to pull it away. "That was- I- your ass and legs and fuck look at your breasts- I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Fuck you're so-" Emma's cheeks and neck and ears are bright red from embarrassment but her eyes are pitch black from desire.

She stands up only to fall right back over, finally pulling Regina out of her haze.

"Emma?" She pokes the blonde's cheek to make sure she's not faking and then becomes really worried when she can't get Emma to wake up.

At the end of the day, the doctors conclude, something is very wrong with Emma Swan.

Note: So what did you think? Should I continue this little crackfic?