AN: I'm going to warn you NOW this is SUPER sex lite...like I had to get all the conversations out so that's essentially what this is. HOWEVER, I did set it up in the middle a little about how the following chapter (last chapter will go). So hopefully the last chapter will make up for it and from what I have rolling around in my brain, I think you'll LOVE IT! (Because the Queen does like it rough doesn't she? ;-) we'll make it rough).

Ok so mentions of Hook and Emma (I had to break them up for obvious reasons). I don't hate Hook guys I really don't and I didn't make him an asshole either. Just a man with a broken heart.

Thank you everyone for reading and the reviews, honestly it keeps it going if you read and review or send me messages of encouragement! :-*

Warning: light choking AND the Queen and Regina are gonna get a LITTLE intimate...and closer the next chapter so if that's bothersome for you, I'm sorry but you have been warned.

"So how was it huh?" The Queen smirked from one of the barstools, cup of tea in her hand.

Regina was shocked to see the Queen in her kitchen. Emma had left just over an hour prior and she too jumped in the shower to wash away her sins. She knew it was wrong and her perverse other half just had to show up to reiterate that fact.

"Go away." Regina huffed and walked towards the study instead.

"Oh come now, it can't be that bad." The Queen magicked herself to walk in step with Regina.

"Do you have any idea the chaos you've created? Not only between Emma and Hook but also the conversation that will have to happen between us and Henry, and not to mention Snow and David!" Regina poured herself a glass of cider and sat down on the sofa in the study. It's 12 o'clock somewhere.

The Queen rolled her eyes at the mention of her nemesis and smirked.

"The ultimate payback I suppose if I can't kill them, why not have you bed their daughter, oh Regina that is absolutely terrible." She was oozing sarcasm and Regina hated every ounce of it.

"Go. Away." She laid her head back on the sofa and covered her eyes with her arm, willing the Queen away. It was hard enough to come to terms with alone let alone with your evil half staring you down, literally the devil on her shoulder.

"It was a fantastic night wasn't it? I mean she does know you inside and out now. I bet this morning was even better, didn't think you'd get to do that again did you?" She was toying with her and Regina was having none of It, she rose her glass and took a hearty drink catching the Queen's devilish smirk.

"How-I'm not having this conversation with you." Regina shook her head again and resumed trying to not make eye contact with her evil half.

"You know I can still pretend to be you now right? I mean now that this ball is rolling, I can easily disguise myself and bed her as often as I'd like. Sex was always a way to calm us down wasn't it?" She smirked again at her own perverse mind, remembering a time when it was a vice when murdering countless innocents seemed to not satisfy that itch as well as a nice bedmate would, but then again it was strictly sex, no strings attached. This world was much more complicated.

"Why are you doing this?" She looked at the Queen, her eyes boring into hers, trying to figure out what she was playing at.

"Snow of course. I mean how much worse can it get? To have us be intimate with Emma in ways I'm sure they don't want to know? How she begs for it, how she's your little fuck toy? I couldn't have planned it better, the chemistry has been there Regina, why didn't you go for it before? When I was still with you? You know I'm your stronger half, it would have been simpler with me still inside you." She played with Regina now, wanting to push her to the edge, her flirtatious words not lost on Regina.

"I was scared—I'm still scared." Regina finally admitted. "She's not some toy to me! I wouldn't use her like you would." She stood up to the Queen finally putting her in her place. "You better hope that you don't impersonate me or I will kill you." Regina stood toe to toe with her counterpart, words laced with venom that didn't even phase the Queen.

"Ha, oh Regina you don't have it in you. You have too much heart now, but I'll heed your warning. As long as it still hurts Snow, that's good enough for me." She smirked and continued to egg on her lesser half. "So tell me, truly Regina, how was it this morning? Rough?" She played with the collar of Regina's shirt, her fingers running gently above her breasts.

"You disgust me." Regina pushed her away.

"Come on, indulge me," she fake pouted hoping Regina would give in and spill on a few juicy details.

"I can tell by the way you are egging me on you watched every little bit you could. Let me ask you, Your Majesty, did you enjoy it?" Regina knew from the way the Queen was behaving she already knew all the dirty details from her morning with Emma, her coy little smirk was the dead giveaway. Damn mirror magic.

"Oh I did very much, especially when you fucked her pretty little mouth. She's such a good little slut, I loved it. She really will do anything Regina, I mean this savior plays both sides amazingly well." The Queen moaned at the memory of them all together as well as her watching the two this morning, it was quite the show.

"Please just stop, I've had enough of your perversions in the last 12 hours." Regina, uncharacteristically , plopped down and closed her eyes again willing the Queen away.

"Oh come on, you know power play is our thing," in a swift movement the Queen sat astride her lesser half.

"Get off of me, I'm not into it." Regina stiffened, uncomfortable with the Queen straddling her lap.

"Oh? That's not how you felt last night. Come on we can get Emma to come back and have an encore, the three of us. What do you say my dear?" The Queen rolled her hips, knowing how much it would rile Regina up. The whole idea of bedding herself had its allure and upon hearing her other half moan she knew she was going to get something out of it.

"Last night was a show…" Regina strangled to get out, choking on her words as her heart-rate increased thanks to the Queen's hips grinding against her own.

"I'm sure…" Another firm thrust against Regina's hips and a deep throaty moan emanating from both women had two sets of dark eyes glazed over. Both brunettes took pause, not sure who was going to make the first move. In the blink of an eye the two women were enveloped in a purple cloud, relocated to the bedroom. The Queen was stripped bare as Regina held her by the neck against wall.

"Fine. You want to play? Let's play." Her words more venomous than before and now the Queen felt fear. Obviously bedding the savior was a line that needed and wanted to be crossed, she knew Regina's jealous side would come out if provoked the right way, after all it was herself and who knew her better than herself. Her darker self.

In another flash the magic cuff appeared and wrapped around the Queen's wrist, willing her defenseless against anything Regina could throw at her. Holding her by the neck she kissed her, hard, demanding, showing her who was in charge now and honestly without her magic, the Queen was terrified of what Regina might actually do to her.

"That—" The Queen protested, trying to reason with the woman who was her 'better half.'

"What?! Not fair?! Like what you did last night with Emma and I was fair?" She practically spat in the face of the former Queen, Evil didn't seem so strong now. Regina's magic flowed slowly through the room, the Queen felt it tingle her skin, prickling at her senses, it was intoxicating. She felt her legs spread and locked to the wall, her arms the same. Trapped on an invisible St. Andrew's cross, bound against her will, though deep down she knew she could trust Regina to not hurt her.

"How does it feel? To be so vulnerable Your Majesty? Hm? So exposed?" Regina slapped the heaving breasts of the other woman, earning a yelp, partially excitement, partly fear. "ANSWER ME!" She slapped her breasts again in quick succession, each of them turning bright red with small hand prints.

"I hate it." She was honest and her voice didn't waver, she was trying to stay strong since she had nothing else to keep her going. Regina stepped up against her again, pressing her body flush against, essentially her own naked form, touching gently against the smooth curve of her hip, along her waist and up to breasts again, still heaving in excitement. Deft fingers rolled the small perked nipples, toying with them gently, though she knew the Queen hated the slow goings, I guess that is part of the fun here.

"Oh? Hm, I find hate such a strong word, so nasty and hurtful." Without warning Regina pinched the straining buds as hard as she knew the Queen could handle. The Queen moaned unabashedly, groaning as her nipples were pulled and pinched, she so desperately wanted to squeeze her legs together to relieve some of the pressure building in her core. "No, I think you love this. After all you said it, 'we do like it rough.'" She teased, Regina was fed up with her evil half being such a bitch that this was the perfect way to get back at her. The Queen's head lolled back and forth along the wall, thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture that was being inflicted on her nipples alone.

"Please—" she felt the tug in her abdomen, she wanted so badly to be touched, to be given some relief.

"Oh you beg now?" Regina scoffed, shocked to hear the Queen beg so quickly. "I don't think you are ready enough for me." Regina moved her hands down to the Queen's aroused cunt, swiping a finger through the wetness that had accumulated from just teasing her breasts alone. "Hm, I don't think so Queenie." Regina took the finger to her mouth to taste the Queen's arousal, "hm funny, you taste like me." She laughed at her own silly joke. "So if we do this…between you and I, is that technically considered masturbating?" She again moved her fingers to the Queen's core, making hard circles around her clit, followed by quick dips into the wet channel, producing more wetness to play around in, "I mean I am touching myself am I not?" Regina was being ornery and the Queen wanted nothing more than at least one orgasm.

"Mom!" She heard the telltale sign of her son barging in the front door.

"Uh oh, look whose home to visit mommy?" Regina smirked, and the Queen knew right then that she'd be left there until Regina could get back to her. Her fingers left the Queen's wet cunt, patting it teasingly.

"No…please…no…" she begged, she didn't want to be left here, powerless and starving for an orgasm, "Regina, please—" she choked out, before Regina placed a hand around her throat, pleasantly choking her again, teasing her with promises.

"If you behave, you will be rewarded, otherwise there will be punishment. I already know you loathe not having your magic and it's going to stay that way. You aren't going anywhere, you can have the bedroom and the ensuite but you are confined with no magic until I can get back to you. Do I make myself clear?" It was a rushed explanation for the time being but as long as she couldn't escape and she couldn't break the cuff, Regina was in good shape to leave her.

"Yes." The Queen nodded and Regina let her go, giving her a robe to wrap around her chilled and overly sensitive body.

"I will know if you touch yourself as well," Regina smirked as she placed a slew of spells around the room; sound, protection, lock, all seeing eyes. She turned again facing her evil half who moved to sit on the chaise lounge, feeling like a prisoner in her own alternate universe home, "you'll need your energy as well." Regina magicked up a tray of assorted fruits and vegetables, some cheeses and crackers, along with a bit of wine and some water.

"Thank you." The Queen turned away to look out the window as Regina left, knowing that anyone who looked in would not see her. Though a small smirk played across her lips, she knew deep down this would be worth it, she never trusted anyone to possess her like Regina just had, not as Queen…certainly not as the Evil Queen. I knew there was some darkness still left in her.

Meanwhile across town….

"Wait what?" Hook was thoroughly confused at Emma's confession. She knew she couldn't wait for the 'best time' to tell him because the longer she waited the harder it would be. So sending Henry to Regina's seemed the only logical explanation to talk with Killian about her current situation.

"Look I know I just asked you to move in with me, because I thought it's what I wanted but—"

"So you and Regina…? What happened last night Swan?" He was hurt, he sat himself on the couch, looking into nothingness.

"I'm not sure I want to explain that one in detail." She shied away from the question, as far as Killian knew it was just her and Regina, and maybe it should stay that way. Would it make more sense to say she was coerced by the Queen? She was conflicted in her own emotions, a lot had transpired very quickly and more than anything she needed Killian not attacking her emotions or senses.

"So that's it then? I mean everything that we had?" It was all questions coming from him, not anger, Emma was surprised he was taking it this smoothly. Or it's all a ruse.

"Look Killian, I'm sorry. If I knew that I had a chance with her I—we wouldn't even have been in this situation. But I—we, well Regina and I, we aren't the best at expressing our emotions. You know that about me." Emma whispered the last part, he knew it was hard for her to express her feelings, she was bottled up and wound up tight where emotions were concerned. She didn't think to express her sexuality because she never thought it would be an issue here in Storybrooke, obviously Graham had expressed interest as well as Hook, but that too was short lived. Then there was her relationship with Neal, all these men in her life that did mean something, hell even monkey-boy in New York meant something for a long time. There had been flings with women but never really anything that meant anything, it was easy and simple for sex sometimes so it was usually women over men when she had an itch to scratch, it seemed Regina was very much the same, even back in her Evil Queen days.

"Emma—I want to try and be there for you, I want to be that person for you. Is there really nothing? Tell me you still feeling something?" He was clinging onto hope, it was always hope that kept these fairy tales going.

"Killian," she sat next to him, grabbing his hand, "you do mean something to me, but you are asking me to choose between the person I have had a thing for since the moment I came into town and the person who is also Henry's mother…and you, who waltzed into my life, a pirate, a villain—"

He stiffened at her admittance of his past treacherous ways.

"I'm sorry, I guess that's the wrong comparison," she realized that Regina too was a villain and Killian knew that as well as she, "you pined for me from the moment you met me and I can't tell you it was always wanted, I felt more lusted after than truly wanted…" she hesitated, "…I know you have changed but—"

"No, I get it Swan. I guess I'll head back to the docks then…" he shifted away from her, still not wanting to meet her eyes, afraid that it would crush his soul if they met. "If it doesn't work out for you I can't say that I'll still be here for you." His pride was hurt, she knew it was going to take some time, but she also knew he would drown out his sorrows in a bottle of rum, maybe a girl or two. She hated to admit it but she knew old habits died hard, especially for a pirate. "Should have left me in Hell Swan."

"Kil—" the door was slammed before she had a moment to respond. Her heart hurt for him, she did love him, she loved the feelings she got when she was with him, those happy ending feelings that were always touchable but not enveloped around her, only brushing the tips.

Emma laid on her couch for awhile, letting the quietness of the afternoon sink in and everything that had just transpired. She didn't want to go to Regina right away, it didn't seem right, she needed to get her head in the right space. She didn't want lust to take over, their next step was Henry…her parents could wait some time. How much time if Hook is no longer in the picture? Her inner monologue was going to drive her mad, everything was sudden and rushed but her feelings for Regina were not rushed and anything but sudden, they had just laid dormant for years, pushed behind monsters or curses or men.

Regina: Is everything okay? I've got a bit of a situation and Henry is here with me.

Emma: Situation? Are you guys ok?

Regina: Yes, but I think in light of this situation, the sooner we address Henry the better.

Emma: I'm on my way.

Emma decided on the longer drive to Regina's house, trying to come up with a good way to explain to Henry what's going on and what's going to happen. She was trying to channel her son, trying to figure out questions he might ask and responses she could come up with that didn't have to be on the fly. Dear God I hope Regina has thought some of this through.

She parked on the street in front of the mansion, breathing through her stressors currently. Knowing that whatever happened in that house, Henry needed to be safe with both of his parents no matter what happens between the two of them. That co-parenting was their first priority, followed by running the town safely as Mayor and Sheriff, you got this Swan, you've handled so much worse with and without Regina, she only made it easier when you could work together.

Moseying up to the door she knocked gently waiting for an answer, her hands were sweating and her mind was fuzzy. She had just broken Killian's heart and if Henry didn't accept that his mother's wanted to give it a go between the two of them then her heart would break for sure.

"Hey ma," Henry opened the door with a big smile on his face. "Did mom talk you into coming for dinner tonight?" He stepped aside and let Emma pass into the foyer of the home she was in not 6 hours prior, cleaning up after a hot bout of sex with her sons other mother, and she couldn't help a flush that spread across her cheeks as she thought about it in front of their son.

"Yeah, well we—I—" Emma fumbled over her words not sure where to begin or what to even talk about with the boy at this point.

"What's wrong ma?" Henry genuinely seemed concerned with his mothers glibness, it wasn't like her to not really have much to say, especially to him. They had gotten past that part in their relationship years ago, the boy would frequently choose Emma to talk to about matters than his brunette mother.

"Henry, come into the kitchen. Bring Emma with you." Regina hollered just loud enough for them to hear and the blonde ushered him along first. Regina felt like this was probably going to be a lot of her talking and Emma supporting her in what she needed to say.

The pair walked into the kitchen, relief washing over Emma as she made subtle eye contact with the brunette beauty, damn she is beautiful. Another flush washed over Emma's cheeks and it didn't go unnoticed by Regina.

"Have some cider, I have been working on a non-alcoholic version for a while now, so Henry you too are free to try." She waited for the two to make themselves comfortable on the barstools, "I've finally found the right flavors to add into this one to make it refreshing for everyone not just adults. Of course my own spin on things like I usually do in the kitchen." She smiled and gestured for them to try.

"Oh wow! Mom, that's fantastic!" He slammed the rest of it down quickly before wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Henry, come on I thought I broke you of that habit when you were nine!" Regina scolded their son and Emma couldn't help but chuckle to herself and take a sip off hers as well. She could get used to the domestic feelings that was happening right now.

"Sorry. So what's going on?" Henry was blunt and straight to the point, he knew both his mothers were stalling, a trait he surely picked up from Regina.

"What do you mean?" Regina was curious as to her son's question, was he being serious, did he suspect something?

"Come on, I'm not an idiot. I might be a 15 year old boy but I know when something is up and something is definitely up." He was waiting patiently, he knew both his mothers were stubborn and hiding something. The way Emma sent him to Regina's and the way Regina was behaving since he had been there. Something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

"I uhhh, I broke up with Killian." Emma blurted it out faster than she thought about how each of them would respond.

"Oh Emma…" Regina was the first to respond, "are you okay? I have stronger—"

"I'm ok and yes I will take a stronger drink," she smiled as the brunette shuffled around to find her hard cider, pouring both Emma and herself a glass.

"I'm sorry mom, what happened?" He was hesitant to ask but needed to make sure she didn't get hurt in any way. He was still protective of both his mothers and he always was going to be that way, that's just how Henry was.

"Henry—last night, I uhh I came to visit your mom she was having a hard time after the revelation that the Queen was hanging around town, so I kept her company." Emma took a sip of her cider not sure how far the conversation should go between the women and their son.

"Henry, sometimes things get said and you can't undo them but you have to address them in order to move forward, sometimes painful, sometimes pleasant." She didn't want to tell her son about the visit from the Queen to the house, nor that she was currently captive in her bedroom, but twisting things around so it kind of made sense.

"You guys are confusing me. Are all women like this?" He shook his head and buried his face in his hands.

The two women laughed, thinking about how they must sound admitting to their son that they might indeed start a relationship between them.

"Henry, your mom and I want to see each other." It was Regina's turn to be blunt and honest, it was going to happen. Just like a bandage, just do it quickly and get it over with. The room went silent for several moments, letting that wash over him was the most important part, letting him either accept it or be flustered and deny it.

"So you guys are dating now?" He looked between the two women, now finally understanding the subtle flirting, eye contact and small touches they thought went unnoticed by the young man.

"We still have yet to work out details but ummm, we'd like too." Emma spoke up finally and looked at Regina who nodded her head affirmatively. It was quiet again as the boy mulled over the idea of his mothers dating one another, the timing seemed strange but—

"The Queen said something…you wouldn't just all the sudden, in the middle of this whole thing decide to start dating. She was part of this wasn't she? She let the cat out of the bag to Emma. I get it now." Henry went off on his own theory and the women rolled with it, it seemed plausible to the boy so it worked out for them without telling their son that they had a naughty little 3 way that involved 2 versions of his brunette mother and his blonde mother with a magic cock. Yup much easier for the kid to understand. Emma let out a heavy sigh, finally feeling relief for the first time in 12 hours.

"So you are okay with this?" Emma was kind of wide eyed and confused about her son's rant but ran with it anyways.

"Yeah it's cool, I mean you guys are both my mom's. I'm happy if you are happy. Though I swear if you go back to trying to kill each other or take me away from the other I'm going to emancipate myself and go live with grandma and grandpa." His dark humor was not lost on both women.

"Henry, you will always be our number one priority." Regina smiled at their son and rounded the counter to give him a hug.

"Just keep the mushy stuff subtle, I just—it's bad enough when gram and gramps do it. I don't need another couple being cheesy and romantic all the time. A 15 year old can only handle so much, I've got a reputation to uphold here."

"Likewise young man, Snow has told me about a couple times she broke you and Violet up at school…" Henry blushed as his brunette mother yet again scolded him, knowing he was caught making out with the young lady.

"Plus your mom and I might like to terrorize—I mean chaperone your date nights for our date nights." Emma smirked playfully, teasing the boy a bit more. "I like movies, how about you Regina?" The brunette nodded subtly and smiled, her eyes playing with the blonde.

"Oh God, I can't even with you two…" Henry got up and wandered down the hall, plugging in his earbuds before heading up to his room, trying to drown out his teenage angst.

"Thank God, that part is over." Emma sighed and plopped her head down on the counter.

"Yeah but that wasn't the situation I was talking about when I text you." Regina sighed as Emma raised her head in question.

"You've got to be kidding me right now? All I wanted was a nice Regina cooked meal…" Emma huffed and followed Regina to the study.

NOW ON THE THE NAUGHTY STUFFS! Hope you are looking forward to it. R&R!