Hello Sweet Doves! (Katy's full name is pronounce Kat-ah-leen for those wondering)

I'm super excited for this story, and I hope you still love these wonderful characters as much as I love writing them. (For those still pissed at Emma from the last story, don't give up on her just yet!)

Enjoy!

Songs: Just Another Day in Paradise by Phil Vassar Build Me up Buttercup by The Foundations (I really need to find better inspirations for SQ. Whatever works, right?)


"Katyline Katherick Swan, get your ass up the stairs now!" Emma yelled down the basement door and then bounced Annabel in the pouch strapped to her shoulders. She and Regina returned from their cabin adventure two weeks ago, and even though no one attempted to kill them, their life remained hectic. The door bell jingled and Emma hung her head, taking deep breaths.

"No, please, I will totally pay you. I just can't leave Storybrooke right now." Ruby whined into her cell phone in the kitchen. "Because my partner is having a mental break down due to combat PTSD, and I live in a house with four children and if I don't learn a new craft to take the edge off I'm going to snap someone's neck."

Emma rolled her eyes, glanced at the front door, and then held Annabel in place as she jogged towards the kitchen. Alex reached for the hot waffle maker, and Emma intervened at the last second. "No, baby, that's hot." Henry cried out when his plate tipped from the edge of the table, sending syrup and pieces of waffle down his front before shattering against the floor.

"Ruby, get the hell off the phone," Emma hissed. "Upstairs. Now. Go!" The preteen jumped into action. "Two minutes!"

"Emma?" Belle's accented voice called from the foyer.

"Beautiful, sexy, librarian goddess!" Emma cried out in joy and led Alex towards her Mama. They reached the door of the kitchen when Annabel made the decision to projectile spit onto her chest.

"Emma, I'll take them," Belle said sympathetically. Emma sputtered and stared at her chest and the green button-up dress shirt now ruined.

"Thanks. Regina thought it was a good idea to go at me in the shower. You know, first day back and all that."

"Emma."

"I mean, good god, yes, nerves are solid now, even if my legs are shaking."

"Emma."

"But then my mother calls, and Regina refuses to stop. Do you know how awkward that is! I totally pulled something in my neck from the strain." Emma struggled with the clip on the pouch as she spoke.

"Emergency Council meeting this morning because Regina had to tell everyone that she was responsible, so I may have to arrest my wife on my second first day as sheriff. Ruby won't get off the phone with some damn tattoo artist over in Braxton City. Guess that's her new obsession."

"Emma, Henry's social worker is here!" Belle blurted. Emma's head jerked up, and she grabbed the twinge in her neck that Regina had given her earlier. Her hand dropped immediately, hot blush tipping her ears. Belle bit her lip, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. She settled for picking up her daughter with outstretched arms and wandering into the kitchen.

"Hello, Mrs. Swan, I'm Madison Cramer. Ms. Wendell retired, and I inherited Henry's case." She presented her identification and her hand at the same time. Emma shook her hand numbly and squinted at the ID.

The woman looked familiar, but Emma let the thought slide away when Ruby appeared with a towel and took Annabel and the pouch. Emma dabbed at her chest. "I'm so sorry. As you can see, this morning is one of those mornings. Uhh, I'm not quite sure what you're doing here."

"Despite your move, Henry is still listed under our jurisdiction until someone can be assigned to you from Maine. Any large life events require a visit. Moving and a new family situation certainly constitutes an unannounced visit. Would you like to change your shirt before the interview?" Madison explained her presence with a tinge of amusement. Either she had children of her own or had seen enough.

"Yes," Emma breathed. "Thank you. I'll be right back." Emma sprinted up the stairs, banged on Henry's door on the way by. She shucked her ruined shirt and bra, splashed water onto her chest and dabbed at it with the hand towel. She threw on the first bra she came to and a light grey long sleeve t-shirt and returned to the balcony.

Henry's squeaky voice chattered at the social worker, and Emma breathed a sigh of relief. It lasted all of two seconds before a vibrating boom shook the house. Adrenaline surged in her veins, and she nearly tripped down the stairs, digging her cell phone from her pocket at the same time. A part of her prayed, a part of her hoped, and a part of her knew both were futile, pointless wastes of energy.

"Operation Stingray!" Ruby yelled a moment before emerging from the kitchen with Annabel in one arm and Alex in the other.

Henry grabbed his little sister as Katy appeared at the top of the stairs in a sports bra and yoga pants, and tennis shoes, clearly having interrupted her morning work out at Ruby's cry. She scooped Alex up the moment Emma hit the hardwood floor of the foyer running. The children disappeared out the front door. Katy knew to take whichever vehicle she grabbed the keys for, protesting the insane drills they'd run her through because she never expected this to happen.

"Get out of here, now!" She ordered the social worker. "The woman in the kitchen has combat PTSD. The drill you just saw means she's flashing back and may be violent." Emma tossed over her shoulder as she and Ruby stood outside the kitchen door and waited.

Emma's phone rang the generic bell sound, and she snapped it up, already expecting the call. "Sheriff," she barked.

"Oh my god," Emma muttered, face blanching with whatever she'd just heard on the other end. Ruby's heart stopped for a second. Emma closed the cheap phone and met her friend's eyes.

"Amelia's lab just blew up," Emma blurted, shocked to the core. "They don't know if she was inside." Helpless green eyes pleaded with scared brown. Two important women in their lives were in danger, and they were torn, especially Emma.

"Emma," Ruby grabbed her shoulders, and Emma snapped to attention. "I can find her and get her out if she is. Help Belle," Ruby gritted her teeth, brow furrowing with the effort.

She was leaving her lover to help a woman she barely tolerated. Sure, Amelia held a place in her heart and life, but their personalities clashed far too much. Amelia resembled too much what Ruby used to be, and the wolf's hackles bristled in close proximity. Her cloak pooled on the floor, and then only one remained outside the kitchen.

Emma took a deep breath, steadying her nerves, and the another. "Belle?" Splinters flew into her face from the energy pulse that busted the frame of the door.

Emma gritted her teeth. She hated using magic to calm her friend, but this morning had gone from frustrating to sour to downright gut wrenching, like drinking and then puking spoiled milk. Amelia. Emma twisted her wedding band and allowed the magic to flow. Like the friction of a genie's lamp, the warm metal coaxed the shy and tentative new magic into Emma's hands.

The pink glow surrounded her hands, and Emma positioned the shiny orbs at shoulder height, her shield against the raging librarian. During their first magic lesson, Emma and Regina discovered that Emma's magic absorbed Dark and Earth Magic, feeding her own strength. The odd magic remained linked to Emma's desires to help others, her incredible love for her family and Regina, but it no longer came with the burden of imminent loss. She'd sacrificed the magic of belief for the magic of desire, something far more powerful than Regina or Belle conjured.

Which led her to this moment.

Belle took cover behind the opposite end of the island, and Emma felt the humming crackle of Earth Magic on the back of her neck. A trained warrior in the middle of a flashback gave them all pause. Throw on top of that fear the fact that Belle wielded a hefty amount of magic, and Emma halted just inside the door.

"Belle, it's me. It's Emma. Come back to us," Emma pleaded softly as she took a tentative step towards the obviously scared woman. Who knew what nightmare the explosion conjured in her tortured friend's mind.

Emma sighed when she absorbed a blast of magic into her hands. Her shoulders readjusted involuntarily, her body making room for the influx of energy manifesting in her hands. Emma sighed, gritted her teeth, and surged forward. Belle rolled from behind the counter, flinging a string of fireballs in quick succession as she backed towards the outside door. Crap on toast.

Emma focused, arms shaking with the effort, and prayed that she immobilized Belle instead of tossing her into the counter or worse through the glass door. The librarian froze, terror in her eyes, and Emma rushed forward. She touched Belle's face with both hands, praying that her magic affected everyone equally and not just her beautiful wife. Hard eyes softened to baby blues as the calming effect of Emma's magic seeped into her like a natural sedative.

"Emma?" Belle asked breathlessly, and Emma wrapped her friend in a hug.

"Hey, welcome back. You didn't hurt anyone unless you count the door. I have to go. Amelia's lab blew up. That was the explosion that set you off. You okay?" Emma spurted at her friend before she pulled from the embrace and held her shoulders.

Belle nodded numbly. "I'll be fine. Just go." She slumped onto a stool at the island and hid her face in both hands, breathing deeply as she gained lucidity.

"Call Katy, and let her know. Could you possibly get them to school and stay with Alex and Annabel until Ruby gets back?" Emma asked.

Belle's head jerked up. "No, Emma. Absolutely not. I'll not hurt my children." Children. Emma smiled.

"You'll be fine. Please?" Emma tried again, itching nervously to get to the newest disaster. Belle nodded and reached for her phone with shaking fingers. Emma took a deep breath. She'd be fine. She believed in Belle's resilience and commitment to their children. They were completely safe, even if she flashed again, considering most of them revolved around protecting children.

With trepidation, she closed her eyes and pictured the street in front of Amelia's apartment. A second later, she flew apart and gagged on the… lilac flavored magic? The thought distracted her from the teleport, and she broke into reality ten feet in the air. A string of curses echoed into the buildings as she fell to the pavement in a heap of disheveled sheriff.

It might have been hilarious had the scene not been so incredibly heart wrenching. People held bloody rags to wounds, fire trucks sprayed at flames, sparks of different colors shot into the air, indicative of the magical component of the fire. Emma stood, not completely aware of her actions.

"Emma!" Ruby called over the chaos.

Emma glanced around and finally found the wolf kneeling on the ground with an unconscious Amelia propped against her chest. Emma dropped to one knee by her friends and checked Amelia's pulse, just to confirm for her own sanity. It throbbed confidently against her fingertips.

"I found her on the other side of the door from the lab. She would have never made it if she'd been inside," Ruby whispered, an emotional hardness in her voice. She and Amelia butted heads daily, but the troubled surgeon had become a part of their family.

Emma glanced around and saw a paramedic tending some walking wounded. "Hey!" She beckoned when the woman glanced up, and the emergency responder jogged through the smoke.

"Damn, Doc can't catch a break," the irritated blonde snapped.

"Hey Shay, think you can take over from here? Emma and I need to do crowd control," Ruby asked, grateful to pawn the injured woman onto someone else. Shay nodded and helped Ruby lay her flat on the ground.

"Take that side. In my cruiser, there should be some tape. We need to keep these people back and get the walking wounded out of the danger zone if the building collapses." Ruby nodded and followed her instructions without protest.

"Emma!" came the frantic cry of her wife, and Emma met her eyes at the edge of the crowd.

She held up a hand, and Regina halted, somehow mustering the patience to wait until Emma came to her. She pulled two people from the pavement and supported them, encouraging others on her slow trek to follow her to safety. Paramedics relieved her of the physical burden. Ruby whistled and tossed a roll of yellow caution tape across the chaos. She gritted her teeth and caught it despite the sting.

"Everyone, get back! Back the hell up!" Emma yelled at the gawking civilians. Regina turned first and the crowd followed until a 50 foot gap stood between them and the burning building.

"Em, what happened?" Regina asked quietly and followed Emma to one side to the street.

"Amelia's lab blew," Emma answered softly with a quick glance to the crowd. Most everyone already knew the reason behind the explosion. "Lots of injuries but no known casualties as of yet. Amelia got the worst of it, I think. She's unconscious and banged up but alive." Emma spoke and tied the loose end of the tape to a lamp post at waist height.

Regina nodded, absorbing the scene. "Regina, you should get out of here. You're still on maternity leave. Let Stacy handle this. I have no idea what we're breathing right now, and you're still nursing Annabel."

A flash of defiance ignited in Regina's dark eyes, and Emma pushed forward. "Plus, Belle flipped shit when this happened. She's at the house with Alex and Annabel. She could probably use the support and help with the kids. She was pretty freaked out when I asked her to stay with them."

Regina nodded once. "Do not believe for a moment, Sheriff, that I will forget the fact that I've been ushered from the battle field like a damsel in distress," the former queen huffed indignantly.

Emma managed a grin despite the situation and leaned next to Regina's ear. "Punish me later, My Queen." Warm lips pressed to her cheek, and then Emma stalked across the street with her roll of tape. Regina shivered and raised an eyebrow at the tight ass muscles clenching beneath Emma's dark jeans as she hastily strode away to perform her duties.

Had The Queen just been subtly invited to their bedroom this evening?

Regina sincerely hoped so. Between the huge gaping portal they had yet to close, her confession to The Council, and Amelia's potion disaster this morning, the leaders of Storybrooke undoubtedly feared anything magical at the moment and any ground she'd made turned to quick sand beneath Belle's borrowed stylish blue stilettos. When The Council reconvened, she felt certain they all left that evening with a hunk of her ass in their mouths.

Playing queen certainly wasn't the worst scenario of stress management.

Emma's phone rang again, and green eyes found the inside of her skull as they rolled beyond their threshold. The anger faded, however, when Eva's number appeared on the screen. Had Amelia's status plummeted in the last ten minutes?

With shaking fingers, she answered the phone, "Sheriff Swan, go ahead, Eva."

"Emma, hello," she clipped. "Do you know when you'll be available to come to the hospital?" Straight to business as always.

"I'm not sure. I have to take statements and do crowd control. Why? What's up?" Her voice quivered, and she cleared her throat. Please let Amelia be okay, she prayed.

"Dr. Shepherd has listed you as her emergency contact and medical power of attorney. There are some decisions that need to be made."

Emma's heart dropped. What the hell? Why would Amelia pick her instead of Addison or her brother? She wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her free hand and surveyed the chaos.

"I can't leave, Eva. What's going on?"

"We're getting a full body scan right now, but I believe she has internal bleeding. There are several visible spots. I'll know more when I get the scans." Eva explained succinctly, but the tight, almost indiscernible quiver in her voice told Emma that she felt her friend's injury deeply.

"Eva," Emma started, stopped, wiped her forehead again. "I trust you. Do what you think is necessary. Just…" The words caught her throat.

"I'll keep her alive, Emma. I'm not losing any of you morons on my watch," the surgeon sniped and then ended the call. She'd practically just told Emma that she loved her.

Emma sighed puffed a sigh into her cheeks and released it slowly as she surveyed the chaos again. She really needed a deputy. Happy friggin' first day back.


Emma stopped a block from the mansion and walked the remaining distance. The last fingers of twilight receded slowly from the sky, and she appreciated the coolness of the pending night. She felt fantastic and basked in the endorphins of her 10 mile jog. Between Belle's freak out, the oddly familiar social worker lurking about, Amelia's accident and surgery, and the general vitriol flung towards her family once more, she fully anticipated smacking the hell out of someone that day.

She ran to the laundry room and kicked her shoes off to avoid spreading the smell through the house and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. She wanted a shower and a Golden Girls marathon while the house remained blissfully empty. Regina had several more hours of meetings, probably wouldn't surface until close to midnight. Ruby and Alex visited Belle tonight as they'd stayed at the mansion last night. Henry begged to be with Granny after school. Her parents spoiled Annabel, and Katy had tryouts of for some new athletic team starting at the high school next year.

Silence.

So with most of the mess Amelia created cleaned up except the rubble, she ran until her thoughts straightened… well, at least she was too exhausted to think about them anyway.

"You're late," Regina's dangerously deep voice called at her back as she reached the doorway of their bathroom.

She turned slowly, bottle of water nearly slipping from her hand at the sight that greeted her. Regina lounged on a mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, completely naked. Predatory energy rolled off of her in waves as she settled her arms on either side of the throne and bent her knees slightly. The woman was a damn goddess. Emma swallowed roughly.

"Give me a second to clean up," she stuttered and turned back to the bathroom.

"Now, Savior," Regina ordered. Oh, that's what Regina wanted. The meetings had surpassed dreadful and ventured into the territory of monogamous torture.

Emma turned slowly again, waiting a command. "Stand at the foot." Emma obeyed. Regina's stomach clenched, and she waved her hand. The candles she'd placed around the room before Emma arrived flickered with life, illuminating Emma's pale skin in a soft amber glow. She and Emma hadn't played like this since the day of their wedding, but they'd talked about it extensively and made some preliminary rules and stop/go signals just in case the mood ever struck again. Apparently, it struck.

"Put your water on the bed and strip," Regina's black silk voice commanded. "Slowly," she purred.

Emma tossed the water on the bed, never breaking eye contact with her furious wife. The runner's high settled into a burning ache between her legs as she touched the hem of the loose grey shirt with the arms cut off. Inch by painstaking inch, she raised the sweat-dampened fabric, revealing a chiseled stomach and heaving chest.

Regina's chin raised slightly. She clicked her tongue when Emma reached for her sports bra and raised an eyebrow, dark eyes flicking to her black running pants. Emma followed the silent command easily, groin lurching with the lascivious, slightly objectifying stare lavished upon her body. Anyone else but Regina would have been punched.

Once free of panties and socks, she reached for her bra again. "Take your hair down." Sweaty yellow curls fell around her shoulders. Emma's heart pounded a staccato rhythm. Regina simply stared, and Emma almost covered the naked flesh, squirming under the scrutiny.

Regina smirked. "On the bed. On your knees." Emma lifted one knee and then the other, scooting until certain she'd not fall off.

"Pour the water on you. Filthy peasants should never be in the presence of a queen." Regina smirked, knowing how painful the bite of chilled water against heated skin was.

Emma averted her gaze, properly rebuked for daring to appear in her sweaty, disheveled state. "I'm sorry that I have displeased you, My Queen."

Regina clicked her tongue, and Emma breathed rapidly through her mouth and uncapped the bottle, the plastic circle fell to the floor. "Where shall I clean, My Queen?"

Regina hummed and studied her lover's exquisite body. "Left collarbone," she decided, one side her mouth pulling into a smirk.

Emma tipped the water against the proper area. "Hah!" She exclaimed. The cold water burned across her chest until the heat of her skin equalized the temperature. Her nipples became diamonds in an instant. Her free hand spread the water over her chest and breasts. Regina's eyelids fluttered with excitement.

"Head," came the second area, and Emma knew exactly where the last one would be. She tipped her face back, held her breath and emptied a copious amount above her forehead.

A hiss exploded through clenched teeth as frigid water dripped over her neck, shoulders and back. Her hips jerked forward when her eyes landed upon her lover once more. Emma scrubbed her face, tasting the salty water on her lips. She swallowed involuntarily, eyes lingering on every single inch of her incredible wife… everything but her eyes. She respected her queen.

"Rub your clit," was the next order, and pure adrenaline exploded in Emma's stomach. She'd masturbated before but never in front of her sexual partners. Slight unease shook her hand, and she pressed it into her stomach, sliding over taut muscles until the tip of her middle finger bumped the hooded bundle of bliss. She gasped harshly, struggling with her desire to make eye contact as the pressure slowly expanded beneath her hand.

Green lifted to brown, and Emma smirked at the hazy arousal staring back at her. Regina allowed the defiance for an extended moment, raising one eyebrow and rubbing the pad of her middle finger over her thumb in response. Emma's smirk grew into a smile, which turned into a wince when Regina flicked the middle finger against her thumb. The sharp crack of leather against flesh resounded, and Emma stared down at the red welt bubbling on her left hip.

She almost giggled when her brain finally registered the fact that Regina had just punished her with magic. Her first real punishment. She felt her mouth spreading again, hoping her down turned face prevented Regina from seeing it.

"Pour the water on your stomach. Clean your disgusting peasant pussy," Regina ordered darkly, reminding Emma of her station.

Emma followed, whimpering beneath the burning cold water on the most sensitive skin on her body. "Finger yourself, use two." Emma nearly came on the spot before her fingers ever slid inside of her.

Regina gasped, eyes slipping shut as a small muscle spasm of ecstasy shot pleasure endorphins through her veins. When they opened, she found Emma enthusiastically fucking herself at the foot of the bed. Her body jerked and coiled with the effort of remaining upright, and her high pitched gasps told Regina she was close.

"Stop," came the order that made Emma whimper.

"Please?" Emma begged. She was so fucking close.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

The question caught Emma off guard. Wasn't she being good? If she said yes, would Regina whip her again? What script was Regina following? She shook her head. "I came to you dirty and I have not pleasured you. Forgive me, My Queen."

Regina softened. God, the things she could do to her wife. Where the hell did she get off being so lucky? "Earn it." She lifted one leg and pressed her foot into Emma's chest.

Emma hesitantly touched her ankle and calf with both hands, wincing at the rough calluses sliding over smooth skin. Regina felt it, too. Another flick and a welt erupted across Emma's ribs. She hissed into the luscious burn left behind.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Your atrocious peasant skin scratches," Regina humiliated her lover further, and Emma hung her head in shame.

"I'm sorry I've displeased you, My Queen."

Regina snapped her fingers and soft leather bonds appeared around Emma's wrists. With a flick of her wrist, Emma's arms pulled forward, and she fell bodily onto Regina as straps appeared and attached her to either side of the headboard. Emma scrambled to find leverage on her arms, but the straps weren't long enough. She tightened her back muscles, pulled her knees beneath her, and raised her weight from her irritated lover.

"Pathetic little Savior. Can't even hold herself upright. Useless," Regina muttered as she slid from beneath her bound lover.

Emma whimpered and lowered her forearms to the now empty bed, presenting her ass to her lover. "I'm sorry, Majesty! I'll do better." A snap and a sting on the back of her thigh answered the apology.

"Do you think I'll allow you the chance to do better?" Regina taunted, and Emma's body quivered. Neon pink erupted around Emma's hands, pulling a smirk to The Queen's lips. She still struggled to control her magic, revealing her secret desires whether she wanted to or not.

"Please? I want to please you," Emma begged for another chance, but she honestly didn't see the restraints loosening any time soon, not until she'd been punished.

"Your clumsiness is going to make me late because I've had to stop and punish your incompetence. You don't deserve another chance." Regina crack the crop across her back, and Emma hissed. It hurt a lot more now that she wasn't filled to the brim with rage.

Clawed fingers gripped the comforter when three plunged into her tight pussy. She was so fucking close. Velvet muscles gripped at Regina's fingers. "Don't you dare come until I say so or you'll stay right here until I return from Council."

Emma whimpered and pressed her face into the bed. She focused on her breathing, willing the lower half of her body numb. The fingers disappeared, and a moment later were replaced by something cold and hard… and big… pressing against her entrance without penetrating her. Emma glanced beneath her body and glimpsed the bottom of a harness on her queen's thighs.

Regina wrapped trembling fingers around Emma's hips and held her steady. "Hold still," Regina ordered. The tone was harsh, but her face scrunched with intense concentration.

If Emma thrashed around, she risked injuring herself on the thick dildo attached to her harness. She pressed gently, met too much resistance, pulled back. Emma whimpered; she knew it was going to hurt. Regina moved to the nightstand and opened the drawer for her gel lube, and Emma took a moment to study what her wife intended to use as punishment.

The purple silicon shaft stretched at least nine inches from the harness and must have been two or three inches in diameter. Basically, Regina was about to stick nine inches of fist into her. Emma's heart pounded with fear as she watched Regina add a third round of lubricant. She'd be good next time. She'd do better, she vowed silently.

"Stay still," Regina ordered again and positioned the head against her tight pussy entrance.

"I'll do better!" Emma yelled when the tip stretched her open. A part of her screamed out for this to stop, and the other half wanted nothing more than to be called a dirty slut and fucked hard.

"Yes, you will. Fucking clumsy peasant Savior. How could you ever think you'd please a queen?" Regina taunted her gasping lover, distracting her from the three inches of dildo over-penetrating her.

"I'm s-sorry, Majesty. I'll do better. Please punish me. Teach me how to be better," Emma pleaded, grateful to Regina for the distraction.

"Who do you belong to, Savior?" Regina asked coldly and pressed another inch inside.

Tears sprung to Emma's eyes, and her knuckles turned white against the grip on the blanket. "You! I belong to The Queen."

Regina pulled out to the tip and inserted the same length in, building a slow rhythm. Emma whimpered and pressed her face into the bed. Regina grinned, satisfied with her beautiful partner.

"Do you want more, you dirty peasant whore?" Regina's dark voice slid up Emma's spine, and the sheriff found herself helpless to refuse.

"P-please, give me what you think I deserve, My Queen," Emma answered.

Regina's heart fluttered. How she'd missed this. With a firm grip on Emma's hips, she slowly forced the entire length of the shaft into her tight lover. Emma cried out over and over, spiking Regina's adrenaline with the vocalization of her pain.

"Does it hurt?" She asked needlessly, knowing it did.

"Yes," Emma breathed.

"Do you like it when I hurt you, Savior?"

"Yes."

Regina pulled back a few inches and then jerked her hips forward, slamming the thick shaft into her lover almost violently. Emma wailed and pressed her wet face into the bed, arms jerking frantically against the restraints. She repeated the motion, and Emma screamed again.

"Yellow! Yellow, yellow, yellow." Emma mumbled, almost ashamed of herself. She'd not stopped their game completely, but she definitely need Regina to understand how close she was to her threshold. "Red" brought the session to a complete and screeching halt, but "yellow" was their caution word. They made sense to Emma at the time.

"Are you okay?" Regina asked as she stilled completely. When Emma turned her head and revealed her tears, fear ripped through her veins. "Emma, are you okay?" Trembling fingers splayed over Emma's sweaty lower back, and Emma hummed into the gentle touch.

"Just not so hard. It's really big, and I'm used to fingers," Emma choked emotionally.

Sensing Regina's hesitation to continue though she'd not hit the kill switch, Emma moved on the shaft and impaled herself to Regina's hips. "Fuck your peasant whore, Your Majesty. She's too weak to please you," Emma humiliated herself, bringing Regina back on track.

It was slow and controlled, but the small movement and words pulled Regina through her momentary panic. Steadier hands claimed Emma's hips, and she slid the thick shaft in and out at a painstakingly slow pace. After a few minutes, Emma's cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

"You like that, Savior?" Regina asked and added a tiny bit of force into her thrusts.

"Yes!" Emma yelled and met Regina's hips, surprising both of them with the sudden jolt.

"Do you need to cum?" The shaft slammed into her lover of Emma's own volition, and Regina grinned wickedly.

"Yes! Please, My Queen," Emma begged. "Please. I want to cum."

"You can wait," Regina clipped casually and pulled the dildo from Emma completely.

Emma jerked against the restraints in frustration. "Goddamn it, woman!" She grabbed the straps and pulled again.

The sting of the leather crop tore across her back. Emma winced. When the entire shaft of the huge toy entered her mercilessly to the hilt, she squalled in pain. Her knees buckled, and Regina pushed down on her hips, forcing her to the bed as she pounded into her violently. She'd stretched enough to accommodate the size but not enough to take pleasure in the pounding. It just hurt.

"Are you going to be good?" Regina emphasized her words with another thrust and then ground her hips into Emma's ass.

Emma bit the blanket, but the cry rumbled in the back of her throat anyway. The rotation of Regina's hips only moved the shaft back and forth, stretching her further. "I'll be good! I'll do better! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Lesson given, Regina cropped her once more across the shoulder blades and then left her trembling on the bed as she removed the harness. She trailed one finger up Emma's damp spine as she moved to the head of the bed. Emma whimpered into the gentle touch, not having expected one.

It left as quickly as it appeared when Regina grabbed the back of her hair and jerked her head from the bed. Beautiful legs rested atop her arms as Regina repositioned herself against the pillow throne.

"You've done well, My Savior. You may claim your prize," Regina rewarded her with the honor of licking her pussy clean, and Emma accepted it with fervor.

Firm hands buried in golden tresses when an enthusiastic tongue slid into her scorching sex. Emma hummed in satisfaction along side her queen. The bonds on her wrist, the bizarre and disturbing events of the day, the strangely familiar social worker… all of it just melted away as she brought her demanding wife to climax.

She closed her eyes and lost herself in the repetitive motions. Nothing existed except Regina's moans of pleasure and gentle encouragements, telling her what a good girl she was. Finally, those almost forgotten hands in her hair tugged her away from the treasure she'd earned, and Emma growled in frustration before acclimating to her reality.

"Enough," Regina said gently. Emma blinked stupidly as if she hadn't realized she'd just given Regina her fifth orgasm.

"I must return to Council in 20 minutes. I wish to give you release," Regina explained to her confused lover.

Emma shook her head, "I just want to please you, My Queen."

Regina's heart melted at the desperation in her wife's beautifully raspy voice, made so by her cries of pain. She released one wrist and then the other, taking a moment to kiss the red marks on both before giving Emma full access of her hands.

"Then please yourself at the same time," Regina ordered softly.

Emma nodded in with that same dissociated expression on her face and slid her tongue through slick folds once more. She braced herself on one arm and slid the other beneath her body to rub her clit in time with her tongue's strokes against Regina's. Fingernails scraped at her scalp gently, and Emma hummed as the pressure between her legs swelled almost painfully.

Regina held her head in place and rolled her hips. Slick juice spread over Emma's face, and she reveled in the feeling of it. Two fingers slid inside, and she pretended they belonged to Regina. Even as she pleasured her, she wanted her queen's touch upon her body.

Emma faltered when she added a third and then attacked with new fervor to make up for the slight shortcoming. Regina moaned and pressed her face harder into her bucking center. Her hips met her fingers as she thrust upwards.

Slick walls clenched.

Regina gasped.

Emma sucked her lover's clit into her mouth and pulled hard. They tumbled over that edge together. Regina fell limp against the pillows, but Emma fingered herself through her orgasm and sucked on the distended nub in her mouth. Regina offered a throaty moan, unsure if her body was capable of another orgasm. Emma was determined. So she allowed her to try.

As Emma's second climax built on top of the first, she glanced up Regina's flushed and glistening body. Black, sweaty hair stuck to her face. Rouge claimed her chest and cheeks. She rolled her hips, searching for the friction inside that simply wasn't there.

"Inside, Emma. I need you inside of me," Regina ordered breathily.

The sheriff readjusted the arm holding her weight and slid two fingers into Regina's soaked pussy. She was so wet that Emma felt no resistance at all, so she added a third finger. A harsh gasp filled the room, and Emma's belly clenched. Her mistress was pleased.

"Emma," Regina whispered. "Emma, I love you." High pitched gasps accompanied every breath. Pressure built. Muscles clenched.

Regina teetered on that precipice, her body almost too exhausted to produce another climax. "Harder," she ordered.

Emma jabbed at the ribbed flesh within her, and Regina boxed her ears with jumping thighs. She nearly stopped from the shock of the sudden blow until she realized it had been a positive reaction. Fingers pumped mercilessly into two scorching, clenching caverns, taking both women higher.

"Emma!" Regina came off the pillows and grabbed Emma's back. She was so fucking close. Teeth scraped her clit and fingers punched at her g-spot simultaneously.

Heat exploded in her belly, and Emma followed her lover over the edge when nails scraped harshly against the sensitive flesh of her back. Regina collapsed into the pillows and Emma atop her hip, panting and glowing with satisfaction.

"Red, Emma, red. Come back to me, My Love," Regina whispered, barely making words in her exhaustion.

Like a slap to the face, that solitary word brought Emma to life. She slid up Regina's body and buried her wet, sticky face in her neck. "I love you, too, Regina," she whispered and then pulled back.

Regina hummed when the tang of her own juices filled the sloppy, affectionate kiss. "I love you so much, Baby," Emma whispered against her lips. "You're incredible."

"So are you, Darling. You may have just saved your mother's life," she only half joked. "I almost prefer her threats of banishment to the self-righteous pleas of my innocence."

Emma snorted and nuzzled into her wife's neck again. "Mom's going against The Council on your behalf?" She chuckled and then laughed outright.

Regina allowed her own chuckles to escape. "Your father, too. Between the two of them, I may actually see the other side of this without punitive action."

"Remind me to go visit them when I can walk straight again," Emma mumbled, already falling asleep. "Damn that thing was big! Why the hell do you have one that big?"

Regina smirked. "Darling, I spent my entire second trimester away from you. Between the hormones and my body's natural desire for sex, I spent a lot of time learning the art of masturbation."

Emma jerked up, suddenly wide awake. "Hold the fuck up. You stuck that in there with Annabel?" The last few words were nearly silent as her abused voice rose in octave.

Regina chuckled. "Eloquent as ever, Dear. And yes, it was the only thing that satisfied me at the time," she admitted without a hint of shame or hesitation.

Emma sputtered, opened her mouth, closed it, settled her head onto Regina's chest once more. Regina scratched at her scalp, content to stay put for a few minutes more. Emma's breathing even out almost instantly, and Regina pressed a kiss to the crown of golden hair before her.

"Emma, I have to go."

"Nu-uh. Tell them Sheriff Swan requires your assistance with a very important matter," Emma half huffed, half slurred like a sleepy child. Regina's smiled broadened.

"Darling, I have to go." Emma made fake snoring noises and tightened her grip on Regina's ribs. "Emma," Regina growled, frustrated that the childish behavior only made her want to stay more.

"Fine," she huffed and rolled away with a wince. "Yep, not walking straight tomorrow."

"Good," Regina deadpanned as she sat up and swung her feet over the side of the bed. "You'll think about me all day then," she tossed over her shoulder and moved towards the bathroom on wobbling legs.

"I already think about you all day," Emma mumbled and fought with the comforter until it covered her body to her hips. She rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands. "Hey, if Snow and David are with The Council, who has our daughter?"

"Granny," came the echoing answer from the other room. "I was going to keep her with me until you picked up your phone, but Granny basically told everyone they were idiots for persecuting me when everyone was miserable in our world. Not to mention, I didn't intentionally bring everyone back to Storybrooke. I think they simply need convincing that I am no longer evil, as if our wedding wasn't enough proof. She resigned her position today." Regina finished cleaning herself and applying her makeup as she spoke and then emerged looking like a movie star fresh from the dressing trailer.

Emma groaned and rubbed at her sleepy eyes again. "A social worker from Massachusetts stopped by this morning. I guess they haven't transferred Henry's case to Maine yet, seeing as Storybrooke didn't technically exist in this world until I broke the curse."

Regina sighed heavily, pausing for a moment to study her exhausted wife. "Belle told me. She finally made an appearance this afternoon to speak on my behalf." Regina's deep, silky voice strained, and Emma opened her eyes. Had Belle confessed the extent of Regina's torture in order to save her?

"I'm sorry I can't be there with you," Emma apologized. Regina waved her hand, ending the conversation, and disappeared into her huge closet. The rules of royalty sucked.

"You were here for me a moment ago, Em," her wife assured as she emerged from the closet with her clothes.

Emma propped her arm behind her head and watched her naked wife cover her body one piece at a time. It happened with growing frequency that Regina allowed Emma staring access as she dressed, and it secretly, or not-so-secretly, drove The Savior crazy with desire. She'd lost most of the baby pudge, much to Emma's chagrin, but her figure remained full and luscious. The sheriff jerked bodily when she snapped lacy black silk panties into place and raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly what made Emma climb the wall.

"Stop that. I'm sore," Emma scolded playfully. Regina smirked and slid into her skirt.

No matter how The Council decided in the next few hours, Emma made her feel beautiful and desired. That was far more important than winning their approval. Let them take her post as mayor. Let them ostracize her. They'd never take her family away.

She won no matter how the cookie crumbled.