Here it is! The second chapter. Thank you to everyone who read, favorited, followed this story. I`m so in love with this story and I have few ideas for Emma and Regina. Seriously, it`s getting very fluffy in here. My hands are trembling, my heart is pounding and I can`t wait to write every scene that is in my head right now. And this Guitar moods in the background aren`t helping :P Rant over!

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Walking around with a cock in your wife`s pants because yours can`t fit with it is a very bizarre thing, Emma thinks.

She is sitting in her chair at the office. No crimes at this early hour. Probably the storybook characters are still sleeping. It's strange that in this little town called Storybrooke, every storybook character (well, almost every character) ever written lives. The ones who aren't here are back in their respective worlds – Wonderland, Enchanted Forest and the others that Emma doesn`t remember.

The curse was broken. Emma and Snow got sucked into a portal. Mother-daughter bonding time was fine until Cora showed up. And it turns out that she was the mother of all evil. This bitch was more evil than Regina. She played them and managed to get to Storybrooke first. Luckily, Regina and Rumple united and defeated her. Everyone was relieved when Regina crushed her mother`s heart before the eyes of the entire town. But Emma was the only one comforting the former Queen later that night. The blonde remembers every little detail – every soft curve, every tongue flick, every finger brush, every loving caress, every little moan, every addictive taste, every earth-shattering climax.

"Emma!"

Even in her own thoughts, the sound of her mother`s voice is annoying.

"Ouch!" But that pinch is definitely not in her brain. Emma opens her eyes (when she closed them is a mystery), to see Snow hovering over her like a mother eagle. Green eyes blink a few times trying to focus on the pale face before her.

"Were you asleep?" The ebony haired woman is not happy at what she had just witnessed. "At your work place during working hours?"

"There isn't much to do as Sheriff of a town where half of the people are over in other worlds."

"There is. Tonight is Kathryn`s birthday and we're all invited." Snow sees the puzzled look on her daughter's face. "Tell me you didn`t forget."

"I didn't." It`s just that her thoughts were consumed by this pulsating thingy between her legs. Damn Regina and their first time. "We have a gift!" At least that's what Emma thinks. If not, Regina could just puff something.

"I still have a hard time with you saying 'we' which means 'me and Regina,'" Snow says with a frown. Who could have thought that she and the Evil Queen would be, once again, on family basis? Well, almost. They forgave each other after Regina had defeated Cora. Actually, it was more like they were locked in the mayor`s office by Emma and Charming with the mission to say 'I`m sorry for what I did to you. Let`s have a clean start for the sake of our family and our lives' and mean it. Those were the longest three hours of their lives.

"Yeah, me too," Emma`s confused voice snaps Snow out of her thoughts.

"I'll see you tonight." After a moment of awkward silence, her mother decides it`s time to go.

"Right. See you tonight," Emma replies quickly.

How in the hell would she attend this gathering with this cock inside her...Regina`s pants? Everyone will be there. Emma looks at the clock feeling desperate. Two hours until the lunch break.


"We have a problem!" Emma says and closes the doors with her right hand. When she turns around, she drops the two to-go bags and the one paper bag she is holding with her left hand.

The view in front of her makes her jaw drop to the floor and all worries disappear.

"I imagine we do," Regina replies with her sinfully deep Evil Queen voice. She is leaning her ass on her desk, hands clutching the desk on either side of her hips. Her tanned body is covered with nothing but a white, unbuttoned blouse. Regina's deep breathing causes the soft fabric to move ever so slightly, causing her breasts to be just barely covered. Her long, toned legs were bare, and as Emma continued to look down Regina's body, she notices she still has on her four-inch, fuck me hells.

Oh, those black heels just beg to be around my waist, Emma thinks.

"Um..." The blonde licks her lips. "T-today is Kathryn's birthday."

"I know," the brunette shrugs and squeezes her breasts together with her biceps.

"And we are invited to the party tonight." Emma stops moving only when her knees meets her wife's. Green eyes inspect the sight before them, starting from the heels to the white blouse, ending on brown eyes. She leans to the other woman and kisses her, slowly at first until her tongue is allowed in. Then, the kiss deepens and the blonde`s hands cup Regina`s head. Emma spreads her wife`s legs using one of her own. Wasting no time, she places herself between Regina's bare thighs.

"I love dancing." Regina breaks the kiss, smiling devilishly.

"Me too. But the problem is the bulge between my legs." Both pairs of eyes aim to him.

"It`s growing which means it works."

Long tan digits unzip Emma's pants. One arm slips inside them, under the cotton boxer locating the member. Regina starts caressing the cock looking directly into Emma's eyes. "How does it feel?"

"It feels like the all my blood goes directly to it. A-and it's getting hard."

"Oh, that's my goal."

"But it gets visible every time I think about you so..." The sensations stint her thoughts.

"So..."

Emma curses her brain cells to start forming some thoughts. After few moments of awkward silence (if you don`t count the noise coming from the hand moving inside her pants and her own labored breathing) she clears her throat and mumbles.

"P-people will see it tonight. When we d-dance you can`t stop rubbing yourself on me..."

"I like doing it," Regina whispers in Emma`s left ear. She licks the shell of Emma's ear, sending another wave of arousal.

Emma`s patience has its limits and that lick was the last drop. She yanks the frisky arm out of her pants and captures her wife's lips in a searing kiss. Meeting red lips, her tongue passes across waiting for the green light. Meanwhile, pants-clothed hips are trying to navigate the member, experiencing troubles again.

"Swan! Any time now."

"Shut up! It`s hard to work with."

"It`s just like the strap-on."

"Does it feel like a strap-on?" Emma asks with one hard trust hitting the right spot inside the brunette.

"Holy fuck!" is all the naked mayor can utter before the air leaves her lungs. That certainly does not feel like a strap-on.

"Oh, I plan to holy fuck you." Emma thrusts in even deeper.

Regina is trying to rock her hips in sync with her wife`s but can`t seem to control her body. The sensations cause by Emma send the former Queen`s nerve endings into overdrive. Her orgasm is approaching with light speed and threatens to make her explode. Everything Emma does is too arousing. Every touch is far too overwhelming. Everything in this situation is too much because... of the member. Magic...

"Did you figure out how to fix this?" The soft voice coming from the pale lips pulls Regina out of her thoughts.

"I-I don`t know," She replies quickly not wanting to lose the momentum. The thing that she devours with such delight is bringing the old habits back to the surface.

"Put the mask down," the younger woman commands, and to make a point, she stops the movements. She knows her wife is close and she won`t like the blue flu. She has sensed that there is something different about Regina since this morning.

"I can fix it...but we are in the middle of something here," the naked woman tries to answer as quickly as possible but the mood is melting away.

"You sure this will work?"

"What do you mean?" Regina leans back to meet Emma`s gaze and is greeted by doubt in her wife`s green orbs. "Emma, what`s wrong?" her hands cup the pale face in a soothing manner.

"I-I..." The blonde takes a deep breath to collect her thoughts and inhale the answer "What if I don`t get you pregnant?"

"It won`t be your fault."

"The cock is attached to my body."

"My magic created it. If it`s not working then it is not meant to be." The brunette smiles and tilts her head to the right. She tries to suppress the tears forming in her eyes. Her wife`s demeanor triggers this. Her wife`s want to give her what she has desired all her life. "And let`s not investigate whose fault it is. Blaming someone is never a good solution. Now...would yoube so kind as to shut up and make me a baby?"

The woman in the suit lets a laugh shaking her head in agreement.

"Gladly!" She`ll let herself dive into this moment.

Regina waits for the younger woman to agree, and in a flash, her hands are locked tight around the blonde`s neck, capturing thin lips into a sensual kiss. Emma leans down, placing her palms flat on the marble surface and resumes her previous activity with her hips. She thrusts at an agonizingly slow pace, distracted by her wife`s ravishing kiss. This time, the naked woman manages to rock herself in sync with her wife. The Queen`s mouth sucks the blonde's bottom lip with vigor before releasing it with a pop. Then, she heads towards the spot where neck and shoulder meet, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. Regina bites as her climax nears once again.

"God, I love you," the blonde mumbles with her face buried in her wife`s neck.

"I will love you when you make me a baby."

"Hey, Evil Queen, where is my fluffy wife from this morning?"

"Well, she called in sick from all the sweetness. You are stuck with me, dear. Now back to work." Their laughter echoes in the office but it is cut off by Emma who captures her wife`s red lips with her own. To have Regina Mills squirming under you is great experience. But to sense her walls contracting around you as she pours her pleasure over you, dragging you to reach the high with her is the most heavenly experience you can have. If heaven really exists, that is. Because Emma Swan once did not believe in fairytales and now she is filling The Evil Queen with her release.

"Oh, my Go-o-od!" is the one sound escaping from red, full lips that The Savoir will not get tired of hearing.

"No, just your Emma."

The couple presses their foreheads together, slowing down any movements except their uneven breathing.

That moment when they exchange breaths, when their hearts beat in unison, when no one but them exists, is when they know that this is their happy ending. This is what they have fighting for all their lives. The goal had been reached by all means necessary.

"What will I wear tonight?" Emma breaks the silence wistfully.

"I have a thing or two in mind." The way she says is emits goose bumps on the blonde`s back.

"What if I just put a tie on this one?"

"Well, then I`ll be the one having problems with not showing how much I desire you," Regina clarifies, although they both already know that. She brushes her fingers across Emma's long hair and her eyes take in the beautiful sight before them.

That blonde mane eliminates the sun. Those green eyes bursting into her soul with lack of resistance because, let`s face it, Regina Mills has zero defenses against Emma Swan. And that fact existed ever since the blonde showed up at her doorstep making sure Henry was at home safely. Those pale pink lips always uttering words that irritated the brunette, and at the same time, reviving her. Those arms that give the former Queen all the security she needs. That body which is the only blanket she needs.

"You take my breath away," she hears herself say the very thought that crosses her mind. Again, only Emma does that to her – not being able to hold back any thought.

But that`s the beauty of True Love.

Emma doesn`t know how to respond to that. Somehow this is more meaningful to her than the "I love you" she is accustomed to everyday. She studies her wife for what feels eternity.

The chestnut hair that is always neat. The brown eyes being the only gap in the mayor`s mask showing the real woman underneath. The smirk, that once was Regina`s trademark, is now a genuine smile. The body that speaks volumes only to Emma. It feels like every part of Regina was made specifically for the blonde.

"You are a mystery that only I can unfold."

"You are cocky!" Regina says, causing Emma to laugh while she pulls away slowly from her wife, zipping her pants.

"Let me give you something." The clothed woman walks back to the bags that she dropped when she entered the office. Emma watches in awe as Regina puts her lingerie, white shirt, and black trousers back on. Then she hands the big paper bag and one of the small bags waiting and waits for the response.

"What is it?" Regina asks absentmindedly. Is some kind of a present? "A bunch of pregnancy tests? You are very romantic, Emma."

"It`s the cock`s fault. It makes me do things I don`t like." The sheriff raises hands in defeat.

"Like what we just did?"

"No! That was entirely your fault. I just came here to have lunch with you. But you were naked and I had to... have you instead of the lunch."

"Oh, I`m sorry! I forgot it`s never your fault." Regina mocks.

"Ugh! Come here!" The brunette finds herself pulled in a hug followed by a soft and long kiss.

After she breaks the kiss, Emma heads to exit the office but Regina stops her.

"W-why are you leaving?"

"I want to give you time to eat and recover, 'cuz you're still panting."

Damn, I`m awesome kisser, Emma thinks.

"I feel personally violated by your leaving."

"I`ll violate you more tonight. Bye," Emma calls over her shoulder and stills for a moment waiting for...

"Bye." Which sounded more like 'I love you'.

Emma smiles to herself and exits the office.