I don't own these characters; Disney/ABC does.

A/N: there's a little bit of loving at the end of the chapter.

4: Rest and Relaxation

Henry was not sure what to make of his mothers as they prepared for their baby-moon. He was happy they were finally going. But, watching his mother pack confused him. Stranger still, he did not think Emma packed at all. And I thought Mom was the one who didn't want to go.

"Mom, are you sure you're going to need all those books?" Henry asked, sitting on the chaise in Regina's office. He could not understand why his mother was looking for books. Who took books on vacation? Sure, he had only had a real vacation when he was in New York that year with Emma, but he did not recall them taking books.

"There are just a few things I'd like to read on the plane. It's a long flight," Regina replied.

Henry gave his mother a deadpan expression, even though she was not looking at him. "Mom, you just grabbed the complete works of Shakespeare, both volumes." He was not sure his mother knew what a vacation was or how they went, which did not surprise him. When had she ever had a chance to take a vacation in her life?

Regina turned to frown at him. "I happen to want to reread Hamlet on the plane."

Henry scowled in return, fighting off the urge to face-palm. "Mom, you cannot read Hamlet on the plane."

Regina shook her head and squinted as she regarded him, like she was trying to figure him out, like she was not the one being weird. "Why not? It's over seven hours and we both know your ma will end up watching movies and sleeping."

Henry sucked his teeth. "Mom, you know Ma just wants to be able to focus on you and only you for a couple of days, including on the plane. She'll want to talk to you and have your attention and everything and you're going to want the same thing, but you'll try to act all cool, like you don't. I'm not saying don't take any books, but don't take too many. You're not going to be reading once you get there."

Regina arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when was the last time you were on vacation? It doesn't even matter because you've never been on vacation with Ma." He held up a finger, silencing her before she had a chance to rebut. "Looking for Lily doesn't count. You both haven't been able to really just enjoy each other's company for more than a couple of hours. That's what you're supposed to do on the baby-moon, just enjoy being around each other. You don't have to worry about me and Nathan. You just focus on each other, even on the plane."

Regina gave him a small smile. Henry liked how freely his mother smiled now and how her eyes sparkled each time she did it. He noted little things like this now and filed them away, comparing them to memories before everything happened. He was very aware Regina often looked at him like he hung the stars, especially when she smiled at him. Even now, she did not smile at anyone the way she did at him, not Emma, not Nathan. He often wondered how he could doubt her adoration for him, but he knew how. He did not like to think about it much anymore. It caused a knot in his stomach and then it felt like the knot was stabbed with a thousand hot, piercing needles.

Beyond doubting his mother's love for him, Henry recalled how he treated her after finding out he was adopted. In his mind, it meant she could not love him, not like his birth mother. Before going to find Emma, he used to snipe at Regina with all sorts of comments, but the one he could still see in his mind that brought all of the hurt was to say "you're not my real mom." Regina always paused and winced, like the words physically hit her.

"Anything wrong, Henry?" Regina asked.

Henry blinked and shook himself free of his thoughts. "No. Just trying to think of what you should take instead of a book."

Regina waved him off. "Don't worry about it. Look, I'll only take this one and put all my others back."

"No, Mom. Take something happy! Something that won't make you brood." Henry shook his head. What was he going to do with his mother?

"Hamlet does not make me brood."

He scoffed. "You don't know what brooding is then. In fact, Shakespeare in general is not a happy place for you, not even his sonnets. What if you do something closer to modern lit? You're not bad with Dickens. Maybe catch up on your poetry."

Regina frowned again, but moved to her less used space on the bookshelf. He watched her pick one book, possibly Jane Austen. He was not as familiar with the set up of that area, but now he needed to tell Emma to take Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. There was no way Regina would be able to resist judging the book and then reprimanding Emma for the entire flight for her reading tastes and lecturing her about proper, engaging literature.

"I better make sure Ma isn't packing anything unnecessary," Henry said, hopping up from the chaise. He trotted out of the office before his mother could say anything. "Don't pack Shakespeare!" he called as he left. He would check again later to make sure she listened.

Emma was in the master bedroom… not packing anything from what Henry could tell. Is she ever going to pack? She was on the bed with Nathan curled against her. He was asleep, as it was past his bedtime. He should have been in the nursery. His mothers were both insistent on Nathan learning to sleep by himself, so they rarely let him sleep on their bed.

"You're gonna get in trouble if Mom comes in here and finds you lazing about with Nathan," Henry stated the obvious. Sometimes, it felt like it was necessary with his ma, but then again now that he thought about it, getting in trouble might have been the point. Emma liked getting in trouble every now and then, which he did not understand. Adults.

Emma scoffed. "Lazing about? I'm watching him, making sure he doesn't fall out of bed or whatever."

"He's supposed to be in his bed and you know that as well as I do."

Emma shrugged. "His bed, my bed. Close enough. It's a bed."

Henry folded his arms across his chest. "Aren't you supposed to be packing? You leave in a few days. You don't want to rush after not only getting Mom to go on a baby-moon, but talking her into going to Vegas." He was still not sure how the hell Emma talked his mother into going to Las Vegas. Part of him thought Regina could not possibly know Las Vegas as the city of vice. Yeah, it might be a place the Evil Queen could fit in and have a ball, but not Regina Mills the Mayor of Storybrooke or Regina the mother of two.

Emma waved him off. "Regina packed for me. Can you believe that? I married up." She held up both thumbs.

Henry laughed. "You're silly." He noticed Emma was so much more lighthearted now. Family suited her as well as it suited the rest of them. She was able to be at ease and bring out other facets of her personality more often. "Did she really pack for you?"

"Well, she put away stuff I picked out. She thought I didn't know what I was doing."

He smiled and nodded. "Like always."

She waved it off with a flick of her wrist. "Yeah, I let her go. Little does she know, I know how to pack way better than she does. I fixed both our suitcases, so we can fit souvenirs and junk, too. She was also worried over just taking carry-on. She didn't know if we'd have enough, even though we've got more than enough. We're not leaving for the week, after all. She doesn't travel much, huh?"

He shook his head. "I think you're taking her on her first real vacation. I mean, yeah, she told us she's been out of Storybrooke and stuff, but not to just relax and experience the place. You don't think Vegas is going to be too much for her?"

She waved that off. "Nah. I've been a few times. It's calmed down recently in comparison to what it used to be and I'm not going to take her anywhere too crazy. I just wanted to get her as far from here as I could and have a lot of options, even though we're only there for three days."

Henry nodded. That sounded like a good idea. "If she likes it, you guys can probably go back for a longer vacation."

Her eyes sparkled, clearly liking that idea. "That's what I figured, too. Three days is short enough for her to hate it, but not seethe about it, and long enough for her to decide if she likes it and we should come back."

Henry was not surprised Emma put so much thought into what seemed like nothing. "Thanks for taking care of Mom so much." He gave her a small smile.

Emma snorted. "It's mutual. She takes care of me. We take care of each other and you and Nathan. You guys give me the best idea of what family really is and I love it all."

Henry put his chin in the air, pride puffing out his chest. "You and Mom do the same for me. Make sure Mom has a good time and don't let her push you around. You know, more than you like, you weirdo." Emma only laughed. Adults were weird.

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Regina hated flying and it had very little to do with the airplane. She was impatient. Two hours into the flight and she wanted to see her babies, but she could not figure out the damn airplane wifi. Emma was busy going through movies, so she was of no help, but that might have been intentional. It did not help matters that she refused to ask for assistance, not wanting to hear Emma say something about her separation anxiety. Was it a crime to love one's children and want to be around them?

"Henry told me you brought a book. Read it and stop worrying about the boys. We just saw them," Emma said, attention still on flipping through movies.

"We just saw them almost four hours ago. I just want to make sure everything is all right," Regina replied. Anything could have happened in those four hours and there were still several hours left on the plane. What if something happened and she was not aware? What if their sons needed them?

Emma turned, putting her hand on Regina's knee. "Give it time. You've been away from them longer than this before. You know they're in capable hands. Just, relax." She gave Regina's knee a little squeeze. It did not help.

Regina sighed. "It's hard. Why do we have to go all the way across the country?"

"Because we need time to ourselves." Emma caressed her knee with her thumb and then gave her a small, sorrowful smile. "If you're so worried about the boys and you don't want to be there, we can try to squeeze into a flight back. I don't want you to worry. I hate it when you stress out. I just want you to be happy."

"You mean it?" Regina would feel her lip wobble. Why was Emma so good to her?

"Of course I mean it. If you're actually stressed about this and you don't want to do it, as soon as this plane lands, I will do everything in my power to get us back to Storybrooke as soon as possible. I don't want you to be upset, especially while we're supposed to be on vacation."

Regina knew Emma spoke the truth, but was also challenging her. If Regina felt uncomfortable about Henry and Nathan being without them, they would be back on the next flight as soon as they landed, but there was also the bite there. The idea that she could not let go, that her whole life was wrapped around their sons, and everything she did had to involve them was not right. She could not live that way, not for herself or for their sons. Beyond that, she wanted to spend time with Emma without their sons in the middle. She wanted to get to know Emma in a more intimate fashion that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.

"I'll read my book," Regina said, going into her carry-on bag under her seat. She fished out her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice to start from the beginning. She barely made it to page two before she noticed Emma taking out a book of her own. She read the cover. "What the hell is that abomination?"

Emma grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. "Good reading here." She waved the book around.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? Regina wanted to slap her partner with the novel. Who was this woman she devoted herself to?

"How am I supposed to be seen in public with you? What is this nonsense you dare to call a book? What kind of possible story or substance could it hold?" Regina knew she was on a rant, but she could not stop herself. She had babies with a woman who read things like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Emma had no defense for this as far as she was concerned, no matter how much Emma tried to state otherwise. Before Regina knew it, drinks were served with snacks and several hours had passed.

"So, how you doing?" Emma asked as she ripped into her tiny bag of pretzels. Regina put her own bag on Emma's tray, having no interest in them.

Regina sighed. "Better. I know you pulled out the book as a distraction and it worked."

Emma smiled brightly, like she had not been upbraided for hours in a confined area with an audience around them. Regina made a conscious effort to relax at that point. Emma's hand on her leg helped. She was able to make it through the flight without tearing her hair out about the wifi. As they descended, she took in the sight of the city, a shining beacon in the middle of the flat desert, even with the sun high in the sky. Emma grabbed their bags as soon as they were able to stand.

"You think you can wait until we get to the hotel to call about the kids?" Emma asked, her voice and expression serious.

Regina could only nod. While the airport was eye-catching with slot machines, chiming noises, and flashing lights, she was more captivated with Emma's voice. She took hold of her own luggage and took Emma's hand, allowing Emma to lead her through the airport to get a taxi. The sights and sounds outside were distracting, but were nothing compared to the warmth of Emma's hand.

"So, since it's early, I figured we'd check in and then wander the strip a bit before we eat. The show is tonight, okay?" Emma said as they settled into a cab.

Regina nodded. "Sounds fine." She let Emma plan most of the trip, picking a couple of things that seemed interesting to her for them to do, but nothing more. She let Emma do the planning because Emma had been to Las Vegas before. She had provided the financing, so Emma could live lavish on vacation.

"We have to find the M&M store for Henry," Emma reminded her. It was the one request Henry had, as they were suddenly his favorite candy. She suspected it had to do with the fact it was Paige's favorite candy, but his mothers did not call him on that yet. Emma was probably waiting for the perfect time to use it.

Regina nodded. "We can save buying him any chocolate for the last day, though."

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Although, it would be funny to watch him give Paige melted chocolate." Emma put her hand to chin, as if plotting her diabolical scheme to humiliate their older son.

"Emma, you will not embarrass Henry with Paige like that. Other means, yes, but not like this."

Emma chuckled. "I just want to know where it is, so we won't waste time on the last day trying to find it."

Regina smiled, feeling like Emma was learning to plan things out from her. They arrived at The Bellagio, checked in, and Regina was glad to enter the room. She still wanted to check on their sons. Emma busied herself marveling over the suite, like a child in a toy store.

"Hey, Henry," Regina knew she cooed into the phone, but she could not help it. She missed their babies so much. How was she supposed to last three days without them?

"Hey, Mom. Are you guys at the hotel? Emma texted me when you landed it, but nothing after," Henry reported.

Regina frowned. "She did, did she?" She narrowed her gaze on Emma, who poked her head out of the bathroom, like she knew they were talking about her. She would tell with Emma later. "Never mind that. How are you, Henry?"

"We're fine, Mom. Please, just go enjoy yourself. I'll send you some pictures of me and Nathan, so you can see everything's fine. You need to relax and have fun," Henry said.

Regina sighed. "I'll try."

"No, there is no try." He snickered and she hated she knew he was quoting Yoda. Emma had done this to both of them. "You and Ma deserve this."

Regina could not call him a liar there. "I know. I know."

"And be nice to Emma, Mom. You guys are there to have a good time. She's doing her best, so you have to do yours, too."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Fine." Well, she would be a little mean. Emma liked it. But, she did need to try to enjoy herself and her alone time with Emma. "But, yes, send me pictures with you and Nathan."

"And you send me pictures with you and Ma. I wanna see smiles and having fun and all that."

"I will."

"Okay. So, I'm gonna hang up and you need to go have fun."

"Fine. I love you."

"Love you, too." And with that he was gone.

Emma stepped back into the room. "Everything all right with the kids?"

Regina arched an eyebrow. "You texted Henry when we got off the plane?"

"I just wanted him to know we landed, nothing more. He didn't even text me back, which is why he should end up with melted chocolate."

Regina rubbed her chin. She tried to muster up some righteous indignation, but found it impossible. She was on a baby-moon. Everyone wanted her to enjoy herself. This was not the time to self-sabotage. She had to work on that. Live in the moment, love in the moment. Enjoy your time with Emma and let her know she's appreciated.

"Are you ready to go?" Regina asked.

Emma's face twitched. She was probably expecting an argument or at the least a biting comment. Regina mentally patted herself on the back. No, I should not celebrate not rising to the occasion of starting a fight. Emma should not expect her to start a fight over something like this. She was now more determined to enjoy herself.

"Come." Regina took Emma's hand and started to the door. "We'll come back here before the show, right?"

Emma nodded. "If that's what you want. Are you okay with doing dinner as is, though?"

"It's fine." Typically, yes, Regina would want to dress the part for dinner, but she was supposed to relax. She was on vacation. How often would she be able to say that and the vacation not also be part of a planned kidnapping of some kind?

Emma smiled and moved, so she was leading now. They walked what Regina learned was called The Strip. It held the big and famous casinos and shows. The different building designs caught Regina's attention, but something else had Emma's eye.

"Wanna get a drink? They have all these really cool cups," Emma said.

"And apparently they're just drinking alcohol in the middle of the street?" Regina could not think of a place where that was legal, even in Storybrooke where some of the laws were just whims she had when she was bored under the Curse and they had not taken them off the books yet.

"Oh, yeah, this is Vegas, baby. Come on. I have to drink at least four drinks, so I get a cup, Henry gets a cup, Dad gets a cup, and when Nathan is finally using a cup, he can have one. I'd include you, but I know that's beneath Her Majesty."

"It should be beneath you, too. You are Princess Consort at this point, Highness." Regina smirked, willing to bet money Emma had not considered that.

Emma's mouth fell open, but nothing came out. Regina chuckled, but did not stop Emma when she went for her first drink. She shared with Regina, who liked the taste, but was not in the mood for excessive drinking. She took a few sips as they wandered up and down, going into some stores and poking into a few casinos. It was fun to do this simple exploration. They conversed in between, took a few selfies to send to Henry, and lost some money on a few games of chance. Before they knew it, it was time for dinner. Regina let Emma pick.

"You sure you want me to pick?" Emma asked, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Well, we're doing the show I want to do, so I think it's only fair you get to pick dinner. Besides, I can only imagine you'll want to do something to broaden my horizons." Regina fought the instinct to roll her eyes.

Emma grinned. "Now that you mention it…"

Dinner ended up being takeout from a place called Fatburger. Regina was not surprised and did not have the energy to pretend this was below her upper class palette. Nathan had ruined all illusions of her only delighting in fine dining. Besides, was it a crime to enjoy both? They toted the food back to the hotel suite.

"You having fun yet?" Emma asked as she cleared the table by the large window for them to eat. She pulled the curtain, so they had a view of the city at night. It was breathtaking.

Regina gave her a small smile. "Yes. I liked the walk and I have a feeling I'm going to like dinner."

"Fatburger is awesome. I'd suggest we get one in Storybrooke, but Granny might actually kill us and make us burgers," Emma said.

Regina nodded, as that was quite true. She could not wait to try the food, as Emma talked about it the whole time they waited for the burgers. She sat down and opened their takeout bags. She wished they had plates, even though it was fast food. There was something about civil dining requiring plates for her. Emma gave her a look, as if she knew what Regina was thinking.

"It'll be fine. We know how to handle burgers, babe," Emma said.

Regina scowled. "Do not call me that."

Emma pouted. "But, you call me terms of endearment all the time."

Regina opened her mouth, but thought the better of what she was about to say. She used terms of endearment with Emma as she felt it necessary to remind Emma that she was loved. More specifically, she wanted to remind Emma of her affections for the sheriff. After all, her tongue was more often sour than sweet and she liked to soothe any burns her heated words tended to leave behind. But, did she need the reminders as well? Maybe Emma had her own reasons.

"Why 'babe'?" Regina asked, moving Emma's burger to her side of the table. They would split the order of chili cheese fries Emma just needed to get and Regina's onion rings. Topping off the decadent meal were milkshakes. Emma had gone with the classic strawberry while Regina wanted to try the cookies and cream one. Why not go all the way if she was going to have the unhealthiest dinner she could? She was on vacation.

Emma's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Why would you want to call me 'babe'? I could give you an explanation as to why I call you 'sweetheart' if you wish. Why would you want to call me 'babe'?" Regina asked.

Emma scowled, leaning an elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "I guess that one rolls off the tongue easy. I want to call you something to let you know you're special, but babe is really generic, huh? I guess I don't have a big enough vocabulary to find the right word for you, though."

Regina nodded. "Well, sweetheart is generic as well, but I honestly believe you to be a sweetheart because of the way you came to my side with Nathan. Your heart is a wonder, a marvel, and I acknowledge that every time I call you sweetheart."

Emma blew out a breath. "Damn, now I really feel like I want to step my game up."

Regina smiled and shook her head. "You don't have to. Now, I know whenever you say babe, you're not calling me that because you're being annoying or unoriginal. You're calling me that because you think I'm special. Not many people do."

Emma grinned and sat up tall. "I do think you're special. You're the mother of my children and I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Now, let's eat because we don't have that much time before the show."

With that, Emma bit into her XXL Fatburger. Regina was not sure how she fit the thing in her mouth, but did not ask any questions. She had witnessed Emma gorge herself on way too many things. So, she took a bite of her burger and knew the flavor dancing on her tongue showed on her face. Emma's eyes lit up and she quickly chewed her food.

"It's good, isn't it? You look so happy eating it. We should totally get one in Storybrooke," Emma said.

"It is good, but you pointed out the problem with getting one," Regina replied.

"Hmm… do you think you could like magic us up some Fatburger every now and then?"

Regina scratched her cheek and considered the notion. "I'm not sure if I would be able to teleport things outside of Storybrooke to Storybrooke. It's something to consider. I'd also need to see if I could use the mirror to look in on the outside world. I wouldn't want to teleport something without considering the consequences or the environment."

"You're thinking way too hard on this." Emma shoved some fries in her mouth.

"Yes, well, you brought it up. I'm considering it to indulge you," Regina countered.

"Because you love me," Emma replied.

"Of course. Why else would I indulge someone as immature as you?" Regina said. Of course that only made Emma grin. Regina had nothing to respond with. Instead, she took another bite of her burger and sipped her milkshake. It was delicious. She would definitely mention to Granny they needed a wider variety of shakes.

Dinner was wonderful and then they had to get dressed for the show. Regina always wanted to see Cirque du Soleil, but the only one Emma was interested in was the Michael Jackson one. Regina was a fan of his music, so she had no problem with seeing the show based on his work. It was a good time.

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After the show, they walked around The Strip some more, which suited Regina. They needed to work off that dinner, after all. They held hands and wandered through more casinos. Emma could not resist by the time they walked through the third one and had to place a bet.

"I feel lucky," Emma commented.

"I'm sure that would remain true if we make it back to the hotel room soon. After all, I think we need to burn off those milkshakes," Regina replied with a smirk.

Emma groaned and the blackjack dealer smiled at both of them. "Newlyweds?" he inquired as he flipped his cards. "Winner."

Emma stood taller and rubbed her hands together. "Oh, we could be!" She doubled down on the bet.

"We are not getting married in Vegas without our sons around. And could you imagine your mother's reaction?" Regina did not even want to think of that headache.

"You'd enjoy it." Emma winked.

Of course Regina would, but eventually it would grow irksome and wear on them both. She would rather not have to deal with that. Not to mention, Henry would probably side with his grandmother if his mothers returned a married couple. Married in Las Vegas of all places, without any family or friends with them.

Emma only played one more hand of blackjack, winning again, but she was more interested in going back to their room. Regina was in favor of that as well. They were kissing on the elevator with her leg hooked around Emma's waist, not caring that her dress was hiked up to the point of showing her ass. Regina could hardly believe her lack of inhibitions. She also could not believe she was able to open the room door with Emma sucking on her neck with her hand up Regina's dress. There would probably be a mark, but she could not bring herself to care.

"I want to undress you," Emma said, hands on Regina's abdomen.

"It would be easier for you to unzip me," Regina purred.

Emma wasted no time doing just that. Regina pulled away as she felt the dress dip. Emma whined and Regina smiled as she let the dress go, stepping out of it, revealing her very best crimson lingerie. She continued on, closer to the bed. She paused to turn to Emma and beckon her with a crooked finger. Emma bit her bottom lip.

"You had that on all day?" Emma asked, licking her lips.

Regina smirked and nodded. "All day. Even when we were on the plane and no one was paying any mind to your hand on my knee."

"Holy fuck," Emma groaned.

"Yes." The idea of doing anything on the plane was intriguing. She heard of the Mile High Club. She would not mind being adventurous and giving it a try. Maybe on the ride back.

"You are so damn hot," Emma said.

"Come and feel how hot," Regina replied.

She did not need to tell Emma twice. Emma was on her and they tumbled to the bed. She twisted a little, needing to avoid Emma touching her breasts. She did not want to wince and ruin the moment. Emma held her body up, as well, conscious of Regina's weakness. Regina tugged at Emma's dress as they shared a heated kiss. Where the hell was the zipper?

Once she found the zipper, Emma pulled away to get out of her dress and underwear. Regina moved further up the bed and Emma chased her, but paused at halfway there. Regina was about to ask what was wrong, but then Emma leaned down, kissing her ankle. A light moan escaped her as Emma kissed her way up Regina's left leg until she got to Regina's waist. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of Regina's thong and pulled it down as she kissed down the opposite leg. The sight alone made Regina pant and each kiss made her heart thump with promise.

"Come back, sweetheart," Regina said as Emma got to her ankle.

"Of course." Emma twirled the thong around her finger before discarding it behind her. She placed a few more gentle kisses to Regina's abdomen, pausing at her stretch marks, before they were face to face. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

There was another kiss and Regina hooked her leg around Emma's hip as Emma straddled her thigh. She groaned as Emma pushed down against her thigh. Regina shifted, wanting to give Emma more. She gripped Emma hips and pulled her down.

"Fuck, babe," Emma said, mouth barely away from Regina's lips. They shared the heated air between them.

"Tell me what you need." Regina allowed one hand to wander Emma's ribs before caressing the swell of Emma's breast.

A cute little moan escaped Emma's throat. "You. I only need you."

Regina did not need to hear anything else. She eased her hand down between Emma's legs. She exhaled as she felt how much Emma wanted her and groaned as Emma moved against her fingers. Little, beautiful noises escaped Emma, but quickly became a moan was Regina slid inside her.

Being inside of Emma never failed to touch Regina deeply. There was something about Emma accepting her, something about bringing Emma pleasure, something about being connected like this that made Regina feel like she was part of a greater entity. Regina moved slowly, wanting to savor the moment, but Emma would have none of it. Emma's hips rose and fell faster and faster until she cried out. She collapsed against Regina. It hurt like hell, but Regina did not mind. The feel of Emma's whole body pressed against her was like being wrapped in love.

"You are so precious to me," Regina said. She kissed Emma's cheek. Emma's response was to nuzzle her neck. This was only the beginning she knew. She could not wait for round two.

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Next time: more baby-moon.