In response to a tumblr prompt from vxena: i kinda love regina and emma fighting whatever the reason(elsa or marian) and then makeup sex

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Make You Feel My Love

By LZClotho

"What are you doing? Concentrate!"

Emma jumped at Regina's bark and dropped her hands. She had been concentrating. "I was!" She defended herself.

"You were not! You were humming!" The brunette threw up her hands. "I don't even know why I'm bothering. You're not going to be—"

"I am! I can! Regina, just give me another chance!"

Setting her jaw, Regina nodded tightly. "Fine." She pointed at the array of ice sculptures she had assembled for Emma's practice. "Now melt the damned things!"

Emma closed her eyes and tapped into her magic, holding her hands outward. She thought of all the people she had come to love, needed to save, needed to protect.

Snow.

David.

Baby Neal.

Henry.

Regina…who couldn't, who shouldn't have to defend herself yet again for false accusations.

"Emma!"

"What?" Blowing out her breath in aggravation since she had been sure she had seen signs the statues were beginning to melt, Emma threw up her hands. "What's wrong now?"

"You are humming! Again. What the hell is that tune anyway?"

Emma frowned. "Tune?" She hadn't even been aware of humming, and she had repeated a tune? "What tune?"

Regina replicated the infernal thing, not like she would forget it herself any time soon.

Emma blinked in surprise. "That tune? It's a good song."

"Well, it has to be interfering with your magic, because every time it starts your magic starts drifting toward me. It's driving me crazy!"

"It's good song from my childhood," Emma said. "And Adele does a really decent cover."

Regina's brow furrowed.

"It's called 'Make You Feel My Love'." Emma started up humming again until she had the tempo of the tune once more. Then she sang a few lines. To Regina. Her magic swelled within her and she took a step toward the brunette.

Regina backed up, eyes worried.

Tentatively, and still singing softly, Emma cupped the brunette's quivering chin. Eith her thumb she brushed aside a falling tear on an olive cheek.

When she brought her lips close to Regina's, Emma felt the intake of the woman's breath across her own mouth. She pressed in softly, humming.

Emma's magic washed out of her in a wide white wave, melting the ice sculptures and several inches of snow that had stubbornly clung to the ground nearby. A burst of springtime warmth bathed them both.

Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's back and now her own magic rose, a soft lavender cloak surrounding them.

When it cleared, they stood in Regina's bedroom at the mansion.

"Am I forgiven?" Emma asked, still brushing her lips over the exposed skin of Regina's shoulder and throat and, finally, her ear, nose burying in Regina's perfumed skin and hair. "I really, really wanna make it up to you."

Aroused and panting with rising need, Regina pushed Emma's jacket from the woman's shoulder. "Let me see if your apology befits your station, Savior."

Emma grinned. "Oh, I'll always save you, my queen." Emma divested Regina of her boots, stockings, skirt and the began to unbutton the blouse as she nudged the woman toward the bed.

She pulled the sheets back and lowered Regina onto her back cradling the woman tenderly. Before she joined her, Emma speedily stripped as well, boots, jeans, tank and bra falling into a heap on the floor.

The first press of their naked bodies, along their entire length legs to breasts, made each woman moan aloud. Regina gasped from the overwhelming sensations. Feel, indeed.

Emma dipped her head to Regina's breast, taking a nipple in her mouth and tasting the tip to hardness with lazy swirls of pressure from her tongue.

It might be considered cheeky perhaps, but as Emma lowered her mouth to Regina's center, she sent a wave of her hand toward Regina's clock radio.

Regina's moans soon hummed along in time with Adele's sweet rendition of "Make Me Feel Your Love." Emma drank her fill from the woman writhing under her tongue.

And maybe, just maybe, Regina could feel she loved her, too.

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