Notes at the start :)
Emma bolted upright with a start. Snow was beside her in an instant – hand on her arm – ready to dispense some mothering comfort if needed. She allowed the other woman to indulge for a moment before shrugging her off.
"Emma, honey, are you OK? You were making noises like you were having a nightmare." The concerned woman questioned. Emma nodded slowly, body still reeling from the reaction she had to Regina... not Regina... hell... So it must have been a dream she concluded. Snow sat back with worry in her eyes. Emma smiled at the woman, trying to reassure her that all was well. Well, physically anyway. Satisfied that there was nothing untoward wrong with her daughter, the other woman backed away and went to lay down where she had been sleeping. Emma leaned back on her hands, uncomfortably aware of the need currently pulsing through her body. She let herself fall back with a frustrated sigh. Not a chance of relieving herself here.
They had been in the Enchanted Forest for a few days now, running about with Mulan and Aurora – Emma quickly learning just how much she didn't know about this land. Mary Margaret - Snow was kicking ass like Xena and Emma was out of her depth right now, body sore from all the damned walking. They had ended up in that village with Lancelot and Regina's mother. That had thrown Emma for a loop – and Snows warning of how awful the woman was ramped up the urgency for the pair to find their way home. Currently they were on their way to the castle she had been born in. Emma couldn't say she wasn't curious but she was also incredibly anxious about going there – the place where it all began – where she began. She sighed, thinking there was no point in getting wound up right now – they were still at least 2 days journey according to Snow, so she let it lie for now.
Emma wriggled around to get comfy, closing her eyes again. She considered the heated dream she had been enjoying before waking. The version of Regina she had conjured certainly seemed authentic to the stories she had heard. Regal, authoritative, imposing, so damn hot – Nope. Emma tried to stop those thoughts from progressing knowing that it was just a bad idea. The Mayor and her had clashed non stop from the day they had met. Granted there was definite touch of sexual attraction to all their passionate arguments but neither woman apparently had the gumption to step over that line from fighting to fucking. Or maybe it was that they were both just too damn proud to make the first step. Emma thought about dream-Regina. She had been surprised at the lust evident in the other woman's face, how quickly it had appeared. She clearly was a woman who enjoyed a bit of power play, Emma concluded, not the least bit surprised at that revelation – Regina always came across as that type.
Well, she enjoyed the direction that dream had taken her. And what Regina didn't know couldn't harm her... or infuriate her... or be used as ammunition by her.