A/N: Trapped, kind of.
"What about that thing you do with the vines?" Emma was flicking lazily through the book, sitting with her back to the mast. "That always looks cool."
Regina was sitting on a crate, regal as always with her legs crossed, looking down at Emma as though she was an idiot. "You just want to use it on me."
"Maybe." Emma smiled devilishly. "But seeing as we don't have my handcuffs hereā¦"
"The point of magic isn't to improve your sex life, Miss Swan."
Emma got to her feet, standing close to Regina. "Then what's all that nonsense about wanting?"
Regina's gesture was so small as to almost be imperceptible. Emma didn't realize what was happening until her back collided with the mast. Vines had sprouted from the wood, and Emma watched as they curled tightly around her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place.
The blonde licked her lips as Regina approached, the brunette coming just inches from her face. "I suggest you want to get free," Regina purred before turning and walking away.
Emma just stared after her in shock. She tried to struggle, but all that accomplished was another vine snaking around her waist. "Regina!" she hissed, not wanting to yell and call attention to her predicament. There was no chance she wanted anyone else to see her like this. Her parents would be furious, and more fighting was the last thing anyone on the ship needed. And if Hook or Gold found her, she'd never live it down.
She focused her eyes on the spell book, calling it towards her the way she'd practiced. It slowly crept towards the mast and came to levitate at the blonde's eye level. She magically flipped through the pages until she found the very spell that had her trapped.
Regina waited just out of sight, ready to free Emma if anyone approached. After half an hour without seeing or hearing her student, she returned to the mast to find Emma still pinned there. "Really, Miss Swan, I would have thought you'd have figured it out by now."
"You should know better than to underestimate me," Emma replied. Before Regina could react, the vines released Emma and shot towards the brunette. She gasped as they pulled her forward, pressing her to the blonde and curling into position around both women.
"I fail to see what good this is going to do you," Regina scoffed, but Emma silenced her with a kiss.
"It was so worth it for the look on your face." They were still impossibly close, Emma's lips brushing against Regina's with some of her words. "But I suppose hands would be helpful."
Regina instantly and easily had the vines retreating, all except the ones pinning Emma's wrists. She took a step back, offering Emma a smug smile. "I don't see why you'd need them."
"So I can put them all over you."
Regina moved in again, her body pressed to Emma's as it had been when restrained. "There's time for that later." She deftly undid the blonde's jeans and slipped a hand inside. "Right now I think I need to teach you not to use my magic against me."
"You're the one who thought it would be a smart idea to give me lessons in the first place," Emma said, leaning forward to capture Regina's lips again.
"How silly of me." Regina kept her hand perfectly still, grinning when Emma finally gave in and bucked against it.
"Don't tease," Emma whined, and Regina let out a low laugh, curling her fingers just slightly inward.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Regina hadn't tried this trick in years, not since her reign as queen, but she focused and sent a light pulse of magic from her fingertips to Emma's sensitive skin.
The blonde shivered, closing her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Not teasing." Now that she was sure she could still do it, she pushed more magic forward, grinning as Emma's lips parted in a groan. Regina stepped closer, nipping at Emma's earlobe. "Making you come for me."
"Oh, god," Emma whispered, dropping her head to Regina's shoulder as the brunette sent more and more pleasurable waves through her. They sped and intensified as Regina got used to the spell again. "Regina," she hissed, lifting up just enough to capture the other woman's lips. The kiss drowned out her cry as the strongest burst of magic yet broke through her, leaving her quivering, both sated and desperate for more.
"I hope you learned your lesson," Regina said as Emma fought to catch her breath.
"The only lesson I want to learn is how to do that." The vines retreated from the blonde's wrists, and Regina caught her hands and massaged them until Emma's circulation returned.
"That might be a lesson for a day we aren't on a ship with your parents," Regina replied. "It can get a little messy."
