This is my first OUAT ... and I hope there are not too much mistakes and such.
Still not native english thus all grammar mistakes are mine (will get this beta readed once it's complete).
I'm pretty eager to know if it's worth going on or not. Don't hesitate to read and review please :)

Set somewhere in season 3, it started at a fluffy fic of 3 pages which turned up in a hurt/comfort monster.
SQ all the way, so if you don't like, don't read :p

CHAPTER 1

She resisted the urge to open her eyes, letting her body enjoy the sensation. She felt a strong arm sneak behind her back, grounding her.

She couldn't help the smile that crept to her lips when a soft kiss pecked her forehead.

In that moment, she felt safe. For the first time in decades, she felt cared for. And the feeling wasn't unpleasant, far from it.

- "Love is weakness", echoed her mother's voice in her head.

How wrong had she been to actually believe this.

Lo… she stopped herself from saying it, even in her head, whatever she was feeling now was heaven and she couldn't let Cora ruin it.

When a chaste kiss landed on her nose, she giggled, finally gazing up to Emma's smiling face. The blonde was eyeing her closely, an amused smile illuminating her features.

Freeing a hand from Emma's safe cuddling; she pushed a errand stray of blond hair back behind her ear, letting her fingers graze along her cheekbone before tracing her bottom lips.

The skin was soft, warm and her lips so inviting. She didn't resist and craned her head to claim a tender kiss, Emma meeting her halfway.

The kiss lasted only an instant but it was perfect: not demanding, not pressuring. Just the perfect conclusion to the night they shared.

Flashes brought memories of the last few hours and Regina Mills felt herself blush lightly at the memories.

Once they parted, she closed her eyes again and lowered her head back on the pillow.

Seconds later, she felt Emma shift around, laying alongside her and holding her close, her side to her front, arms snaked loosely around her waist, her right hand grabbed Regina's left one and rested lightly over her belly.

The smile never leaving her lips, Regina Mills tucked her face in the welcoming, and oh so soft, neck.

She sighed with contentment, enjoying the closeness of Emma's naked body.

Minutes later, a sentiment of guilt invaded her senses. She was acting selfish here. No doubt Emma needed her to … release some of her steam.

Although she confessed wanting to make love to her, no doubt the blond needed some much needed release.

Not wishing to break their contact, she used her free hand that was trapped between them to circle Emma's slim waist and rest on her hipbone, tugging her forward.

But she didn't expect the younger woman to resist the pull.

When she spoke, it was a soft whisper that, given their closeness, echoed deliciously through her body.

- "Hu hu Regina, you stay put"
- "But I'm sure you must be …", she started but was interrupted by Emma's light giggle.
- "I'm good honey"
- "But you … I mean you … must …", she didn't need to finish her sentence, Emma did for her
- "Horny?", she giggled again.

Regina nodded, wondering a second if Emma was making fun of her (insecurity and paranoia have been her close companions for years, it was difficult to cut them off overnight) . But the annoying thought was pushed aside when Emma elaborated.

- "Let's say that watching your release helped mine", she added softly "So I'm good", she assured her, giving her hand a squeeze.

Not for the first time in the last 24 hours, Regina Mills was rendered speechless. She wasn't used to such care, especially not in intimate moments.

Sure she had men coming into her bed, more than she cared to count, but none of them have ever put her pleasure first. Neither Graham nor Leopold … especially not Leopold.

When the face of her former husband materialized behind her closed eyelids, she couldn't suppress the shiver than crept up her spine, chilling every bone in her body.

Suppressing a whimper, she buried her face deeper in Emma's neck, wishing for their closeness to restore her warmth. Cursing her photographic memory, she immediately felt Emma's movement and feared she had ruined everything.

Until she felt her gather in her arms, crushing her to her chest, holding her so tight Regina feared she might not be able to breathe again.

- "Let it out", it took these three little words to open the valves. For years of abuse to come crashing over her.

But Emma didn't pull away, far from it as she tightened her hold even more.

It felt like hours to Regina, hours of whimpers, tears and muffled cries. Hours of releasing all this pain and the frustration. Relive those years of sleepless nights after Leopold had departed her bed, leaving her crying and helpless.

Little by little, as she felt she had no tears left in her body, she came back to her senses and realized she wasn't alone: Emma's hand drawing patterns over her back and she was whispering comforting words over and over again.

Regina sniffled in a very non regal way, wishing for her breakdown to be over. What will Emma think of her if she dissolved into a tearing wreck whenever they made love?

- "It's ok Regina, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere", she heard her say, like she was responding to her inner struggle.

Despite the general feeling of unease that was overtaking her, Regina Mills smiled and did the only thing she knew she was capable of right at this moment.

- "Thank you", she whispered in Emma's neck, realizing with a pang of guilt that the soft skin was wet from her outburst.
- "Anytime sweetheart", Emma added softly, giving a peck on the top of her head.

Regina smiled, despite the pain that crushed her heart; she was surprised at how easily Emma was touching her, giving her sweet names.

It was weird and yet not so surprising given their history: both as individuals and as acquaintances. She shouldn't be surprised. Maybe a year ago all this would have been different but Emma Swan had changed a lot since her arrival in Storybrooke.

Discovering that she was the daughter of the fairy tales characters read to her when she was a little girl must have helped her grow.

Not that she was childish when she first showed up at her doorstep, far from it. But now she had seen a lot, battled evil forces that threatened her biological son's safety.

And Regina knew from experience that there was nothing she wouldn't do to protect Henry.

So ... should I go on or not ... ? You say :p