Thank you so much for all of the reviews, followers, and favorites. It really means a lot. This chapter actually came out to be shorter than I expected, but I think we'll all live. This one truly dives into the more "M" rated. I hope you enjoy and do so let me know what you think!

Not all that surprisingly, Regina took control pushing the younger woman down onto the cushions of the sofa. A new look flooded over the brunette's face; one Emma had never seen before and god damn if she ever forgot it. Her deep brown eyes grew darker by the second as she propped herself up to get a good look at the blonde underneath her. The slow burning fire illuminated the blonde's features perfectly making it seem as if her skin was glowing. She ran a slender finger from Emma's neck, down between her breasts, and stopped a moment there. She took one of the perked nubs in between her fingers and rolled, a devious grin painting her face as the blonde moaned.

Her tongue found the other breast with sweet delicacy, astonishingly soft, swirling her tongue over the hardened nub, producing another sweet sound from the woman underneath her. Emma was writhing underneath the ever growing pressure of Regina's groping hands. The blonde let out a deep groan when she felt sharp teeth bite down. She should have known the delicate touching wasn't going to be lasting, especially from the older woman.

Regina marveled at the toned muscles of the blonde's stomach, wondering how exactly she was able to stay so thin. She was quite aware of her terrible eating habits which were slowly, but surely rubbing off on her son. The insignificant thoughts scurried away as she lowered herself between the blonde's pale, soft legs, teasing her with wet kisses and nips across each thigh. The blonde arched up, begging for more.

"Soften your haste, Miss. Swan," Regina growled into her thigh while she bit down onto the flesh.

Emma was in a world of her own. Not even she could believe that her rival was between her legs about her give her the most amazing experience of her life. What was it about this woman? Suddenly, she bit her lip attempting to hold back an all-consuming moan, her hips bucking, under the brunette's dexterous tongue at her center, sending shivers down her body. She wrapped her hands in the raven locks and tugged at them hard. A muffled groan was heard, or more so felt, from the dark haired woman. Emma was just about to hit the top when suddenly she felt an absence of touch.

Bewilderment rushed through her and she opened her eyes to see Regina smirking.

"What's so funny?" Emma inquired, trying to catch her breath, but still wondering why the woman stopped her ministrations.

"Nothing, dear."

"But why'd you stop?" Her body was in complete disappointment, craving for the woman's wet tongue again. The brunette failed to reply, so Emma reached out to pull the woman up for at least a kiss. She had begun to desire the taste of her wet, warm, cider laced tongue again. Her hands were quickly slapped away though as if the evil queen had read her mind.

"I don't think so, Miss Swan," replied Regina as she looked down, taking pride in the blonde's frustration. She was well aware what Emma wanted, but wasn't content on handing it over to her on a silver platter. Her prowess wasn't just for anyone.

Green eyes watched as Regina slid off the couch and made her way over to stoke the fire that had begun to burn away. Emma couldn't help, but stare at the flawless woman before her. Curves at every right place. The perfect color skin. The brunette turned back around as deep brown eyes crashed into green. Emma's face flushed red, knowing she had been caught, once again, staring.

"You're allowed to stare," Regina remarked, "but then again, even if I said anything against it, it wouldn't stop you." She young woman's face only grew redder as the other chuckled to herself, knowing for a fact she was immaculate. Both of their eyes held their own amount of burning lust for one another.

Somehow Emma was now on top of Regina, straddling her legs, in a heated kiss she had been dying for. The brunette ran her nails down her back and bit down onto Emma's bottom lip, loving the response she got. The blonde moaned salaciously into her mouth. The pressure on her bottom lip increased when Emma's hand reached the older woman's center.

Emma feared that Regina may rip her hand away, but was stunned when she was rewarded with a deep growl as her hand worked its wonders. Two fingers slipped inside resulting in their kiss breaking. The brunette's head slammed back against the couch and her back arched. Emma was awestruck at the sweet sounds flowing out of the usually stoic woman's lips. She sped up her pace, watching the woman writhe in pleasure beneath her.

Emma Swan. The sheriff. Out of all of the people in this town, she was the one that caused the hard-ass woman to reach her limits. Not even Graham had given her such satisfaction, but she'd never let Emma know that. The climatic sounds that echoed through the room were beautiful. When she finally was able to get control of her breath, she opened her eyes to find those luscious emeralds piercing into hers. Their lips met once again, this time soft and passionate, but ended abruptly.

Emma was forced to her feet, complete perplexity shining bright.

"I do believe it's time for you to go, Miss Swan," Regina said in her business voice as if nothing ever happened.

"W-what?"

Regina went out of the room and came back with Emma's clothes, tossing them at her bleakly. The brunette leaned against the door frame, unfazed by her own nakedness, as Emma quickly threw her clothes on. She fell back onto the couch, feeling like a fool with unsteady balance, trying to pull on her jeans. Regina only smirked from afar.

Emma's cheeks colored once again, but this time out of anger. She felt like a toy and once Regina had had her share, she was to kick her to the curb. Was she that much of a fool to think things could be any different coming from the evil queen?

"Miss Swan, I am hoping you are aware that this was a one-time thing," Regina said as they walked to the door.

"Oh- yea, of course."

Yes, she was a fool. An awfully fucking fabulous one at that.