A/N: Quick ficlet taking place after "Queen of Hearts"
Regina lets her fingertips trail over a dark nipple, the sensitive bud hardening beneath her touch. Bowing her head reverently, she kisses across Emma's breastbone, intent on ravishing the supple flesh cupped sensually in her hand. Her mouth brushes over where Emma's heart should patter excitedly below; instead, the organ lays silent. She gasps. "She took your heart," Regina whispers before tearing herself away from the bed in a terrified hurry.
Emma quickly stands and approaches Regina, who is huddled defensively in the corner. She reaches out and tries to take the brunette's hand. Regina flinches.
"She tried," Emma explains, trying once more to tangle their fingers together. "But she couldn't."
Regina says nothing. Instead, she keeps to herself, wrapping her arms securely around her chest in a childlike gesture of protection.
Emma curls her fingertips around Regina's wrist and pulls. Before Regina can protest, she presses their fingers and palms together in an intimate embrace, and a sparkle of white light emanates from their hands.
Regina gasps. Blinking a few times, she visibly relaxes and takes a few steps forward, their hands still joined. "How?" is all she asks, her voice quivering.
"True love is the most powerful magic of all, right?" Emma winks. "It's strength. I guess it protects my heart so that only my true love can affect it. And, well…" She pulls their hands up to her chest.
Regina lets out a breathy laugh.
Beneath their touch, Emma's heart pounds wildly.