AN: So, apparently I'm going to write more of this story instead of actually finishing my others...oh, well. Anyway, this chapter would take place before the previous three. I hope everyone had a nice holiday. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

-The First Time-

"Holy hell, Regina! What could you have possibly gotten him that fills this entire closet?!" Emma shrieked, eyes wide with disbelief.

I shrugged, internally savoring her irritation. "Many things that I thought he might enjoy. I am his mother, I allowed to make my son happy." Her disgruntled glare threatened to make me smirk in delight, but I refrained.

"There's a big difference between making him happy and spoiling him into oblivion. This is ridiculous." Emma gazed around again at the mountain of presents lining and overtaking the guest room walk in closet. "Seriously, what did you get him?"

Pretending I didn't notice the way her biceps flexed as she propped her hands on her hips, I acted as if the entire conversation bored me and flourished a hand, "It is hardly any of your business, however, since you appear unwilling to let it go..." Glancing around, I gestured vaguely at various boxes, "I got him a few jackets he expressed interest in, a skateboard and accompanying safety accessories, a pocket knife, several volumes of comic books he's been wanting, that Playstation number four thing, an-"

"What?!" Swiveling around, I took in her flushed and furious expression. Raising my brows I waited for her to explain her outburst. Though, I knew exactly what the issue was. "You got him a PS4?"

Keeping my features casual, I nodded, "Yes, he has been asking for one for months. I decided it was time he get one."

Emma looked completely livid. "YOU decided?! Regina! We decided three weeks ago that he could have one for Christmas and that I would be the one to get it for him! You said that there were other things that you had in mind for him and that I could get him the PS4." She took a few steps closer to me as she wildly pointed into the closet. Her deep green eyes were wide with anger, her nostrils flared, and her cheeks bloomed with delicate splotches of pink. "So, what the hell did you get one for?"

Attempting to ignore the warm tingle that spread through my abdomen at her proximity and fiery demeanor, I feigned innocence, "I have absolutely no recollection of a discussion of the kind. I'm sorry if you misunderstood something that I said that implied your claim to the item." I wasn't sorry. Infuriating Miss Swan never waned in interest or failed to invigorate me.

Emma threw up her hands, "Screw you! I know you remember what we talked about. Well, you're just going to have to give him the other seventeen hundred gifts you bought him, because I already bought the PS4 and the games I know he wants." The blonde crossed her arms, unintentionally pushing up her breasts in a way that I was powerless to resist appreciating.

"No. I purchased a very appropriate gift for my son, and I would like to give it to him. You can simply return yours and find something else to give to him." I leaned against the door frame, certain my relaxed stance would assure her that I would not be backing down.

Clenching muscles in her jaw told me she was contemplating her next move. Apparently coming to a conclusion, she shrugged, "Fine, I guess I'm getting him that puppy from Pongo's last litter. He really loves the little male runt. But, a runt Dalmatian is still gonna be huge. Good luck with that." Her smirk might have been attractive if I didn't loath it.

Narrowing my eyes, my voice lowered, "Don't you dare get him a puppy. I have already told him no several times. There will not be a dog in this house."

"Then let me give him the PS4 I got."

"Absolutely not."

"Just because you're the Evil Queen and a terrible role model, does not mean you can try and make up for it with every present under the sun, including the one I already got for him."

Emma's eyes glittered, the passionate sparkle of defiance lighting my insides on fire as we prepared for a fight.

I could practically feel my eyes harden and freeze, "Tread carefully, Miss Swan. If you choose to view me as the Evil Queen, I may have no choice but to become her fully. And, you, infant sorceress, would not last very long."

The blonde growled and stepped directly in front of me, her eyes blazing and chest heaving. "Oh, please. You're powers have been on the fritz since the curse broke. You can't do much. Besides, you won't touch me. You're powerless and weak, your majesty."

White hot rage burst from deep in my gut, fizzling throughout my body, only to settle down low in a throbbing and insistent rhythm. "Weak?! Do you really wish to speak of weak, Savior? You have no power but sheer stupidity and blind faith. You broke my curse by kissing your abandoned child. You performed a gesture so commonplace and overdue that it could barely be referred to as genuine. You got lucky. You. Are. Nothing." I sneered every word into her glowering face, ensuring she paid attention to each one, to each malicious syllable that I propelled at her.

It seemed I found her threshold. Emma's strong arms shoved me back until my shoulders slammed into the bedroom wall. Her toned body pinned me in place as she panted harshly. Hesitation shadowed her eyes for a moment, as if she hadn't considered her intentions beyond that point. Heat seared through me, some born of anger, but most born of something else. Suddenly, a threatening and exhilarating darkness overtook the hesitation and she surged forward, covering my mouth with hers.

If I hadn't already been immobile, I would have stumbled back several steps due to the intensity of her kiss. My head crashed into the solid wall and my lips briefly protested the onslaught, but I found myself immediately responding. As shocking as the action was, I found that it began to satisfy the unnamed craving I had been experiencing in her presence. As her tongue forced itself inside my, surprisingly willing, mouth, I began to understand that attraction seemed to be the force that colored our interactions with an elusive and unique element. An element I could not quite identify until I felt her roll her hips against mine. When her fingers began threading into my hair, pulling until it nearly hurt, I stumbled back into reality for a moment. Bringing my hands around from where they were clawed into her back, I used them to pry her away. With only a foot in between us, we glared and dared the other to make a move.

As much as I despised her control of the current situation, I also realized that it sated something deep inside me, and I desired to see where it led. Without breaking eye contact, I ripped her shirt off her body in a sharp motion. She grunted and latched her lips onto mine again, pushing her lower half into me as I wedged my hands between our chests. My palms found hardened nipples and I squeezed with, what I consider to be, too much force. However, my blonde counterpart released an alluring moan that spurred me to explore what other sounds I could draw from the sheriff. Ripping my lips away in an almost violent fashion, I yanked her bra down, revealing her flushed chest. I instantly attached my mouth to the most prefect breasts I had even encountered; sucking, nipping, and licking down to the tightened peaks.

When my teeth nibbled at her stiff nipple, my other hand aggressively kneading her other, Emma suddenly gasped, and seemed to half-heartedly push me away, "Regin-a, wai-, st-ah!" My head shot up as I recognized the hitch in her breath, the stiffness of her back, the tremors that started in her lower body, and the pleasure filled grimace on her beautiful features. She leaned with more pressure against me, before letting out a rush of air and slapping her palms against the wall behind my head.

I studied her as she attempted to catch her breath. Her head hung slightly forward, hair tumbling around her very flushed face. With my hands still resting on her struggling chest, I inquired in a voice that sounded so deep and breathy that it was almost foreign, "Did you just come?"

My answer was in the form of an nearly embarrassed murmur, "Dammit." After a few moments she looked up into my questioning gaze and mumbled, "I'm, uh, a little sensitive there."

Unwilling to admit that watching her climax from only my attention to her breasts was one of the sexiest events I had ever witnessed, I chose a more familiar path, "Well, Miss Swan, I always knew you were simple, but this is an unexpected level of pathetic, even within my view of you."

That seemed to shake her out of whatever hiatus she was in after her orgasm, and she clutched my lapels, eyes glazed with determination. In one swift movement, she yanked my blazer from my shoulders and spun me around. Using one hand at the base of my neck, between my shoulder blades, she pinned me with my front smashed against the cool wall. A burst of air left my lungs at the sudden motion, and then another in the form of a frustrated grunt when I realized that the position did not offer me the leverage to counteract it. "Don't bother trying to move." Her voice was nothing but a rumbling growl that annoyingly seemed to heighten my body's response to her. Then, in a completely unexpected move, she flattened herself against my back and brought her mouth to my ear. The tone and intent in her voice softened and held genuine consideration in her whispered words, "If you say 'stop', at any point, I will." To prove her point, she retreated until no part of her body touched me. She stayed very close, but removed any contact, silently letting me know that she understood that her planned force was only acceptable if it was consensual. Nothing prevented me from turning back around and re-taking control, but to both our surprise, I waited as she left me. Irritatingly touched by the sentiment, I offered a curt nod in understanding and permission, and in an instant her body was back against mine.

With her right foot, she kicked the inside of my left, causing my stance to widen. I snarled at the vulgarity, only to moan from the pleasure of the action. Keeping one hand holding my upper back, her other hand skimmed down to grab the hem of my skirt. Though I found it disconcerting that my face pushed into the wall, and I couldn't see much of anything, I also found it thrilling. With my skirt bunched at my waist, Emma wasted no time in running her hand over my ass and in between my legs. An embarrassing gasp left my parted lips when her fingers delved under the band of my panties, and straight into my swollen folds, aggressively massaging and stroking everything she could reach. Finding my slippery clit, she began rubbing hard and fast, unrelenting and unforgiving. Biting back a scream just before it escaped, I jerked my hips into the wall and then back into her. Fingers clawed into the pristine wallpaper that I couldn't remember choosing, and a bead of sweat slid down my neck. Her hand only eased its punishing pace when my body went rigid and I shook almost painfully. Gulping air, I greedily reveled in the tremendous waves of bliss tearing through me, savoring every pulse and twitch. The stars still danced in my vision as I felt two strong fingers enter me and begin thrusting with the power of her hips behind them. My still quaking core eagerly welcomed her and immediately readied to release again. For a moment, I afforded the time and energy to admire her talents. Feeling her fingers slide effortlessly in and out of me, I knew that I had never been that saturated before, and no one had inspired an orgasm with the level of intensity that I had just experienced. The second took me by surprise, its appearance sudden and overpowering. My muscles contracted vigorously around her slowing fingers, and I struggled to pull in breath as I groaned out my gratification. As I regained something like control of my body, I realized that her hands were holding me up instead of pinning me down. The thought sent an unfamiliar warmth through my chest, and it pissed me off.

With a new surge of strength, I propelled myself away from the wall and spun her into the vanity next to us. A loud "oomph" left her mouth just before I jammed my tongue in it. We battled for dominance, whimpering and gasping through the incredible sensations. Unable to deny her rolling hips any longer, I reached for the button of her jeans. Forcefully un-zipping her pants, I attempted to take them off, but found them far too tight to quickly remove. Sneering into the unbroken kiss, I opted to settle for lowering them just past her waist so that I could slip my hand down the front. A long, guttural moan came from Emma as my hand met silky wetness. The angle allowed limited comfort and ease when I attempted to get my fingers inside of her, but I maneuvered until I forced it to work, then promptly set a ruthless rhythm. Long fingers fisted into my blouse at my shoulder blades, and teeth bit into my bottom lip. A handful of minutes passed before she tore her lips away and her hands fell to grip onto the ledge of the vanity, knuckles paling under the pressure. Knowing she was close, I added more force and speed, delighting in the way her head slammed back to the mirror, and her chest thrust up. As her legs hooked around my knees, I diverted my gaze from her ecstacy filled expression to my reflection behind her. My cheeks were a few shades darker than normal, my eyes were blown wide with excitement, my brows furrowed in concentration, my hair stuck to my damp forehead, and my lips parted to allow the rough puffs of air in and out. Tilting my head in consideration, I noticed a strange, almost glow, to myself that I failed to label in that particular moment. Feeling her muscles contract tighter than ever, I shook off the feeling and redirected my attention. I noticed a deep flush starting at her sternum and spreading upwards. I moved the hand that had been gripping her hip-leaving reddened fingerprints-to pinch a dark pink nipple, just as I ground the heel of my other hand harshly down on her clit. In a brief flash, her hips jumped up and her mouth opened in a disappointingly silent scream. Hot liquid freshly covered my already wet fingers, and her body shook the entire dresser, several items falling to the floor. Slowing my pace, I helped her calm until her feet fell to the floor and her hands loosened. When I felt confident so could support herself, I stepped back several feet and began to straighten my appearance.

After a minute, Emma cracked her eyes open and noticed my actions. On shaky arms she pushed herself to her feet and followed my lead. She managed to get her pants back up with a small fight, and then scooped her shirt of the ground. The shirt was inside out, and as she moved to fix it, she cleared her throat, "Well, that happened." I found her still husky voice oddly endearing.

Scoffing, I kept my eyes from connecting with hers, "Elegantly stated, as always, Miss Swan."

Emma chuckled thickly, "Regina, nothing we just did was elegant. In any way."

Unable to hold it back, I laughed lightly, "I suppose you have a point."

A loaded moment of silence caused us to gradually look up at each other, making eye contact for the first time since we finished our sexual tantrum. Her throat shifted as she swallowed roughly. Finally, following several moments of intense staring, Emma quietly mumbled, "Can I confess something?"

I arched a brow, "I wish you wouldn't." Despite my words, I stood in front of her, waiting for what she wanted to say.

Emma sighed in annoyance, then grit out, "I feel better."

Rolling my eyes, I stated the obvious, "Yes, orgasms have that effect."

She ran her hands through her hair, "I know that, but I mean..." Her cheeks reddened for a moment, then she finished, "I feel like that was the first effective way of dealing with...this." She gestured between the two of us.

I knew what she meant, but didn't dare agree with her. "Well, whatever that means, we still have an issue to resolve." Emma groaned and sunk down to the edge of the bed. A smirk twitched the corners of my mouth as an idea occurred to me, "I imagine that I did get Henry quite enough already. So, I'll let you give him the Playstation-" Her face lit up with cautious excitement, "-under one condition."

Emma furrowed her brows, and asked slowly, "What condition?"

Biting my lip, I grinned, "You let me tell your parents, in full detail, what just happened between us."

Surprisingly, Emma laughed loudly, but not surprisingly, shook her head and answered, "Yeah, no deal on that. Could you imagine my mother's face?"

Grinning even more, I nodded, "Yes, I can, and it's glorious."

She shot me a mock glare, "Don't."

"Don't look so worried, I'm sure she'd be proud that her golden child is so easily pleased that a little fondle of her breasts has her climaxing happily in about a minute. That's difficult to achieve." I smoothed my skirt down nonchalantly as she dropped her head into her hands.

"Shut up."

"Achievement or not, I am a little concerned. What if someone was to trip and fall into you? Or what if a criminal were to attack you from the front. I am certain that a Sheriff would have a hard time arresting someone while she's writhing in pleasure from their attack. Perhaps-"

"Are you finished?" Emma interrupted with a snarl.

I fluffed my hair again, "Well, not as quickly as you, but yes, I suppose I am." Truthfully, I needed to stop teasing her because the memory inspired the urge to cross the room and re-attach myself to her.

Emma rolled her eyes, then huffed, "What if neither one of us gave him the PS4?"

I frowned and crossed my arms, "Well, then ou- my son would not be getting what he really wants. That hardly seems fair."

Golden curls bounced as she shook her head, "No, what if we let my parents give it to him? Then we both lose, but Henry still wins. That's the best case scenario I can come up with. Even though, you did say that I could give it to him." Emma sulked, but watched me hopefully.

Considering it for a moment, I sighed, "Fine. You're insufferable, Savior."

Pushing herself up from the bed, she sauntered up to me, pausing right next to me. She breathed hotly against my ear, "Maybe. But, I think you like it."

Suppressing a shiver, I attempted to push past her, just as she tried to move past me, causing my shoulder to collide with her chest. "Oh, I apologize. Are you going to-"

"Seriously, shut up, Regina."

AN: Well, it's the first thing I've written in a very long time, so I'm a little rusty. But, it was still fun. Let me know what you thought, if you feel like it.