Not entirely sure what this is and I'm sure it's been done a hundred times before but I really wanted to write this. I'm also pretty sure I didn't get the lines from the actual scene right but I didn't have any Internet connection to check so I hope you can forgive me for that. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time.
"Find your anger and focus on it," Regina said firmly, frustration seeping into her voice as she made chopping movements with her hands to strengthen her point.
"Isn't there some other way? One that's not so...dark?" Emma asked, twisting around to face her teacher and praying there was. While she was eager to learn magic, the last thing she wanted was to travel down a dark path and risk hurting someone.
"Anger is a strong emotion, Ms Swan. It contains the power, motivation and passion magic requires," the dark-haired woman informed her before thinking for a second. "If you wish, you may attempt using a different emotion, though I can't guarantee it will work."
Turning back around, Emma searched the depths of her mind for an emotion strong enough. Love, she thought. That ought to do it. She travelled deep into her memories, pulling up relevant ones. Being an orphan with a history of bad relationships, this was arguably harder than it might have been for someone with parents, or at least decent foster parents.
Henry. Think of Henry. The Sheriff closed her eyes and lost herself in memories; Henry turning up at her door that fateful night in Boston; taking Henry to the playground; communicating with walkie talkies behind Regina's back; Henry waking up after eating the apple turnover.
Nothing. No magic, no fire, nothing. Emma gritted her teeth and grunted in annoyance, opening her eyes. "I don't understand!" she growled.
"You tried using love, didn't you?" Regina guessed, shaking her head.
"How'd you guess?" Emma said lowly, unsure if she meant it sarcastically or not.
"You're a Charming," the former-Evil Queen muttered, waving a hand in dismissal, distaste evident in her voice.
Sighing, Emma turned to face Regina. "Why didn't it work? Love is powerful, motivated and passionate. Am I doing something wrong? Is it me?" she asked, voice rising slightly in worry.
"Ms Swan, you're doing fine," Regina gritted out. "Love, lust and infatuation are not to be confused. Love is strong, but not fiery. Magic needs fire," she explained. "Anger is fiery, and so works well in magic. Anger or-" she cut herself off, looking around quickly but subtly, checking they were alone.
"Or?" the blonde prompted, eager to hear the alternative to the potentially dark emotion.
Without warning, soft lips crashed down on Emma's, moving with hers. The blonde's eyes widened in surprise before sliding shut as she let out a low moan, muffled by the lips of the dark-haired woman. One hand knotted into Regina's silky hair to hold her there, the other moving over the woman's curvaceous body before resting on one breast.
Regina very nearly whimpered at the intimate contact, though she refused to snap before she proved her point to the blonde. Her tongue moved slowly over Emma's bottom lip, snaking in as soon as permission to enter was granted. Another throaty groan from the Sheriff encouraged the Mayor even further, and she tore the blonde's hands from her own body, pushed her backwards into a tree and pinned her hands above her.
Both women gasping for air, they broke apart for a minute to catch their breath.
"Lust," Regina murmured, voice gravelly as she panted roughly, her forehead resting against Emma's, their hot breaths mingling. Emma couldn't quite remember the sentence that led to that one word, but she didn't quite care.
Freeing herself from Regina's now-loose grip, she pulled the woman close again and kissed her fiercely. This time, a gasp slipped from the dark-haired woman as their tongues met for a brief second before Emma's went back to teasing. Two could play at that game. Regina broke away, dipping her head and placing open-mouthed kisses along the Sheriff's jaw, trailing them down her neck and over the sensitive skin of her collar bones. Her hot tongue teased the skin, giving small licks now and again.
Emma moaned loudly as she fought against Regina's surprisingly strong grip in an attempt to pull the Mayor closer to her. God, she wanted - no, needed - Regina so bad-
And then she realised where she was and what she was doing.
A burst of strength allowed her to pull her hands away and shove the older woman backwards, away from her. The blonde coughed, shaking her head, before turning to Regina with wide, confused eyes. "What the hell was that?" she exclaimed, gesticulating wildly with her hands.
Regina only smirked. "You kissed me back," she said smugly, eyebrows raised.
"Y-you kissed me," Emma mumbled, stumbling over her words as a number of emotions whirled around inside her; disgust, shock, confusion, arousal - God, so much arousal.
"You did it, Emma," the Mayor said, a hint of pride in her voice.
Emma was disgusted. "I - I did this? You're blaming me for this? You're the one that kissed me! You're sick," she spat in outrage. She shook her head again and turned away. This was too much. She didn't need this, not on top of Henry being taken by Peter Pan and all the other crazy, terrible shit in her life.
"Magic, Emma. You did magic," she said sincerely, masking the hurt she felt caused by the Sheriff's disgust. "Look." She gestured to the side slightly and, sure enough, a ball of flame smouldered on the ground, eating up a dead tree that had fallen.
The Sheriff furrowed her brow before breathing a confused laugh, partially relieved she managed to do it at last, partially in ridicule. She did it.