A/N: No Emma and Regina scenes but we were blessed with an Emma and the Evil Queen scene. Which of course I used extreme artistic license to create this smut for you. NSFW. Rating has changed to M.

"Am I?" asked the Evil Queen, cocking her head to one side. "Or am I the part that is honest about myself. You see, Regina never had her happy ending because she's never been strong enough to let her story run it's course. I won't make that mistake. For myself or our new arrivals."

"What story?" Emma spat. "Killing my mother and father?"

The Evil Queen let out a bark of laughter. "Oh my dear, we moved on from that long ago. No, my story, my happy ending, involves something far more enjoyable. For the both of us," she added, a glint in her eye.

"What are you talking about?" Emma frowned. "You're not here to kill my parents?"

"No," the Evil Queen said simply. "I spent far too long in the Enchanted Forest wasting my time on destroying that insipid pair. Although I suppose my new happy ending won't exactly thrill them."

"And what is this new happy ending?" Emma asked, hoping to glean a clue as to the newcomer's plans.

"Why you are, my dear," the Evil Queen said with a smile, stepping closer to Emma.

Completely stunned, the blonde stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move. Hook however, had no such problem. He darted past Emma and aimed his silver weapon at the former queen. But Regina merely waved her hand and the man disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke. Emma didn't even seem to notice; she was just staring at the Evil Queen.

"Mom?" came the timid voice from behind the pair.

The Evil Queen peered by the static blonde and smiled at their son.

"Henry," she said, stalking past Emma and walking towards him. He backed away, eyes narrowed. She stopped reluctantly in her step, hands on her hips. "I just need to talk to Emma for a while, ok?" she said, pulling a ten dollar bill from her cleavage. "Go and buy yourself some ice cream."

"I'm not leaving you alone with her," Henry said, looking towards Emma who still hadn't moved.

"Henry, please," the Evil Queen said. "I promise you I won't hurt her. But we do need to talk. Just the two of us."

Henry looked sceptical but he couldn't help but see his mother reflected in those brown eyes before him. What the Evil Queen had said was true: she had raised him for fifteen years. He'd gone from one mother to three because whatever way he looked at it, this woman who had been lying dormant inside Regina for all those years had been there every step of the way of his childhood.

"Ok," Henry said. "I'll be back in half an hour."

"Good boy," the Evil Queen said, sounding so much like Regina that if it wasn't for the elaborate dress and hair, Henry would have been convinced he was standing before his other mother.

Without waiting for Henry to leave, the Evil Queen walked back to Emma and rounded the blonde. Emma blinked as the woman reappeared, jolting from her reverie. She whipped around and noticed both Hook and Henry's absence for the first time.

"Where are they?" she asked, spinning back to glower at the Evil Queen.

"We needed to talk," she replied simply. "Alone."

"What about?" Emma asked, walking down to the end of the docks. The Evil Queen followed and waited until the blonde had slumped onto an old bench before beginning, sitting down beside the younger woman.

"When I was trapped in Regina, I lost a little bit of power over her every day. At first I didn't notice but as soon as Henry came into her life, I could feel my control slipping away. And then you arrived. I got some of it back. That fire, that passion, that aggression. And we loved it. We had a worthy enemy once more. But then Regina started to change again and I couldn't stop it. You changed her, Emma. You made her force me so far back inside her soul I was just a glimmer which flickered late at night when her defences against me were down."

"Good," Emma spat. "What's your point?"

"I may not have had control over Regina but I was still there. I was watching, listening, waiting. And when I saw the two of you together, I tried so hard to regain control, to make Regina reach out and take her happy ending, but I couldn't. She lost it. She lost you. And now I'm going to take it back."

Emma swallowed thickly. She realised she had been stupid to overlook how the Evil Queen had been privy to every moment of Regina's life for the past five years. Of course she was going to bring that night up. After all those months, after they had promised never to speak of it again …

"What do you want?"

"It's not just me," the Evil Queen said. "It's both of us. Regina's just too scared to admit it."

"What do you want?" Emma repeated.

"You."

The simple word seemed to echo off the docks, bouncing away over the sparkling surface of the crystalline sea. Emma stared into those bright brown eyes before her, so familiar and yet so different to her Regina's eyes. Her Regina.

"We can't," Emma said, her voice cracking.

"Why not?" the Evil Queen asked, sliding closer on the bench.

"Hook," Emma said, her voice little more than a whisper.

"It didn't stop you before," the Evil Queen pointed out. "Where was the pirate when you were pounding your fingers in and out of Regina's cunt, her mouth covering your own sex as you came in her mouth?" Emma swallowed thickly at the words. "Did you ever tell him? Did you ever admit that the best night of your life was with the other mother of your son?"

"Of course not," Emma said, standing up and walking away, her heart racing.

She couldn't do this. She couldn't have this conversation, not again. She had said no to Regina before. She had walked away from what they so clearly shared between them. She didn't know if she was strong enough to do it again. A hand on her shoulder made her jump. She spun around. The Evil Queen was inches from her.

"Why did you really run that night?" the Evil Queen murmured. "Why did you leave without even a note? She cried, you know, when she woke up to find you gone. We both did."

The admittance of the Evil Queen showing weakness surprised Emma. She thought Regina's lesser half was incapable of such a human emotion. Apparently not. And as she gazed into those familiar brown eyes, Emma knew the words the Evil Queen were speaking were true.

"It would never have worked," Emma said finally. "Me and Regina, it wouldn't have worked. We're too … similar? Different? I don't even know. All I was sure of was that whatever we had between us was too powerful, too deep for us to play with. It was better, safer, for me to go back to Hook. And you had Robin."

"Regina had Robin," the Evil Queen corrected quickly. "I tried as hard as possible from my little world inside Regina to stop that pathetic romance. No, I never had Robin. Nor did I ever want him. I only wanted you."

She reached out, cupping Emma's cheek and breathing a sigh of relief when the blonde didn't pull away. Emma's eyes sparkled, her mind overwhelmed with what she was hearing. It couldn't be true. The Evil Queen couldn't possibly love her, not the way she loved Regina. And it was Regina whom Emma loved, not the Evil Queen, the blonde reminded herself.

"Don't overthink this, Emma," the Evil Queen said. "True Love requires no explanation. It follows no laws. It knows no bounds. That's why I love you just as much as Regina does. We both want you, Emma. You're both our happy endings."

She felt her self-control crumble at those words. Emma surged forwards, crashing her lips against the Evil Queen's in a bruising kiss. She wrapped her arms around the brunette, feeling the plush fabric against her fingers and drawing her even closer. Surprisingly, she was allowed to dominate the kiss, and she pushed her tongue inside the Evil Queen's mouth, plundering it as she drank in the woman before her. It was Regina and yet not Regina. The same taste, the same feel, and yet … different. She staggered backwards, eyes wide.

"You're not Regina," Emma said, panting hard.

"Yes I am," the Evil Queen said. "I'm a part of her, remember? You love us both, don't you?"

"I … I don't know," Emma admitted, wiping the traces of lipstick from her mouth.

"Emma," the Evil Queen said, stepping back towards the blonde. "You do know. You know exactly what this is."

The next kiss was slower, softer, more like the final kiss Emma and Regina had shared all those months ago before the brunette fell asleep and the blonde had slunk away, confused and guilty. But there was no backing away this time. She sensed the magic wrap itself around the pair and when she opened her eyes she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

"Where are we?" she mumbled against the Evil Queen's lips.

"Zelena's cottage," came the reply as Emma was pushed back onto a bed and the Evil Queen straddled her.

"Zelena?" Emma frowned just as the Evil Queen waved her hand at the door and performed a silencing spell.

"Yes," the brunette nodded. "Any more questions or can we -?"

Emma pulled the plump lips back towards her, too desperate to feel Regina's body against her own once more to ask why the Evil Queen was at her half-sister's house. Her fingers reached for the corset strings at the back of the elaborate dress and it took her several minutes to untangle them, their mouths working against one another the entire time. Eventually the material loosened, releasing the pert breasts they had encased so they dangled down before Emma. She craned her neck up, capturing a nipple in her mouth and suckling lightly. The Evil Queen cried out, her back arching. It appeared Regina and her twin shared the same stimulants in bed.

Emma ripped the dress from the Evil Queen's body and her breath hitched at the garter set she was left with. Kiss swollen lips smirked at the blonde's open-mouthed reaction and, waving a hand, Emma's clothes vanished.

"Hey!" Emma protested. "Not fair."

She didn't really care however, her sex too hot and desperate for her to be too displeased about not having been carefully undressed. Any reproach disappeared at once as the Evil Queen slunk down her body and settled between her spread thighs.

"I don't do this for just anyone, unlike my dear Regina," the Evil Queen said, looking up at Emma from where she lay.

Emma was about to answer but the tongue swiping through her folds rendered her incoherent. She cried out and arched off the bed, her fingers flying to bury themselves in the Evil Queen's elaborate hair style. The tongue licked again; longer, firmer. Emma shuddered in delight, her drenched sex flooded with wetness as the Evil Queen began to pleasure her. Tight little circles around her clit followed by long, slow licks. The tip of her tongue, pushed deep inside Emma's clenching channel, drinking up the juices oozing from her centre. Emma thrashed on the bed, her body pushed to its peak within minutes. When she came, Regina's name echoed around the room. The Evil Queen didn't seem to mind, she just lapped gently at the spent cunt until the fingers in her hair tightened, encouraging her to return to Emma's mouth.

Their kiss was fiery, Emma's essence on both their tongues spurring each of them onwards. The Evil Queen let out a little squeak as Emma flipped them, her eyebrow raised.

"You're topping me?" the Evil Queen asked as Emma's hands began to undo her garters.

"You're letting me top you?" Emma countered, winking.

The Evil Queen decided she didn't care, not when Emma's fingers slammed into her waiting sex seconds later. No one had ever dared treat her body like this before. Her lovers in the Enchanted Forest had all been either insipid or controlled by her. Graham had been controlled too and Robin, well, Robin hadn't been much in the bedroom department.

But Emma knew what she was doing. She knew what the Evil Queen wanted and she wasn't afraid to push the boundaries. Her fingers pumped steadily, two becoming three as Emma's mouth dropped to a taut nipple. It was caught between her teeth, nibbled, worried, tortured deliciously. The Evil Queen canted her hips, forcing Emma's fingers deeper as the blonde switched to the other breast.

A fourth finger stretched her wider, making her hiss in delight and pain. She loved having her body pushed to the limit. And Emma clearly liked testing those limits. She could tell the blonde wasn't holding back, not like that one night she had shared with Regina all those months ago. Now, Emma was giving her everything.

She gasped and shuddered when Emma suddenly moved her mouth to her clit, teeth trapping it hard as her fingers pounded even faster. The Evil Queen writhed on the bed, her back arched as her orgasm swept over her body. Emma never let up, never relented, as she watched the brunette shudder beautifully to her climax. When she collapsed back on the bed, Emma was on top of her in seconds, kissing her furiously.

"I do love you," she said, eyes shining with tears. "I do love you. And Regina. I love you both."

"And we love you," the Evil Queen said. "We just have to make my other half understand that you are her happy ending."

"She doesn't want this?" Emma asked, rolling off the brunette and settling beside her, pulling the blankets over their sweaty bodies.

"You broke her heart, Emma," the Evil Queen said quietly. "You broke our heart."

Emma felt a pang of guilt. She hadn't meant to hurt Regina. That was why she had left that night. It seemed better for everyone, herself, Regina, Hook, and Robin, for nothing more to happen. She had never considered how her disappearance really affected the brunette.

"But you forgave me," Emma said slowly. "So Regina can too?"

"I hope so," the Evil Queen said. "And when she does, I'll be able to return to where I belong."

"And where's that?" Emma asked, wrapping an arm around the Evil Queen's waist.

"Inside Regina," the Evil Queen said. "I don't want to be in this world, Emma. Not physically at least. I was happy where I was. All I want to do in my own body is ensure the two of you get together. Once that mission is complete, I'm happy to disappear back into my better half."

"Better half?" Emma asked, a teasing glint in her eye.

The Evil Queen laughed. "Morally better, perhaps. But I'm the one who knows what's best for us."

"And what's that?" Emma said.

"You."

A/N: OMG but what if this had actually happened?