Guys, I am very sorry it took me so long. We had some troubles in my family so I was quite busy with this and with school and all that. I was always so drained that I could only read fanfics, not actually write them. But here I am with new chapter and I hope you will like it. :) I think this story is really going to have about 8 chapters or so. And a little warning in advance, I'm not entirely sure when you can expect another one because next week is already full of studying because our teachers have gone crazy and covered us with many tests. So we'll see. ;)

Chapter 4: Adjusting

It'd been six days. Six days since their hot, harsh, not gentle at all sex. And many came after that. Emma didn't want to abuse this advantage and touch Regina in ways the Storybrooke Regina would never allow her to, but it was so tempting, and the Evil Queen was so seductive and even more when she actually tried. Thinking about it, Emma realized she had always had a thing for Regina although she obviously had never comprehended it before. And if the present Regina was getting all those memories now… well, maybe she should rethink her return.

It wasn't weird with the Queen, not even a little bit. She immediately took Emma as her lover and gave her own chambers as well as her own clothes, though not so extravagant as the Queen wore. There was one thing Emma was absolutely sure that Regina had never done before – their lovemaking was equal. The blonde knew Regina loved the control and knew how she had claimed Graham and had him brought to her bedchamber every time she wanted, took what she pleased and sent him away. There was this detail about Emma doing it voluntarily, and Regina seeing her as her balanced opponent.

But Regina still valued her privacy so she always dismissed Emma to her own chambers, and that always made the Savior think about Graham. Where was he? Did Regina send him away? According to the timeline, the Queen had already taken his heart, and Graham should have been the one in her bedchambers. Emma thought about lots of possibilities, but she usually got to the 'Regina sent him away because of her' one. And given to the fact that Graham wasn't alive any longer in the presence, it wouldn't do many troubles. It was a good thing Emma didn't see him there because she would surely try to save him and it would end up catastrophically.

Regina didn't do anything to hold Emma there. She knew Emma could use magic, and she knew she wouldn't be able to do much about it. But Regina didn't have any idea that Emma didn't know how to teleport herself, so it was obvious the Queen believed that if the blonde hadn't wanted to be there, she would have been long gone.

They spent whole week with Regina asking some sudden curious questions and Emma answering them as carefully as she could, with them having sex almost everywhere possible and having a bath. Except for the sleeping parts, they were still together, and it made Emma happy because it actually meant Regina wasn't walking through the forest killing everyone who helped or seemed to help Snow White. Hunting Snow was handed over to the guards, and nothing happened in six days so Emma couldn't comply.

Last two nights it was Regina who always came to her bedroom, and left afterwards. Emma didn't know why, but it was another thing that she appreciated because it was better than be dismissed.

She tried. She tried so hard to see her son's mother in the Queen's eyes, but she always failed. Sometimes, before Regina disappeared between Emma's spread thighs, she looked into the dark eyes… And as she was staring into them, she realized she could never compare this Regina to her Regina – there was a big difference. This woman wouldn't accept any salvation, this woman wouldn't be able to redeem herself. And for the first time as she thought about it, Emma actually missed Regina, her Regina. When she pictured her family and missed her home, she saw Regina in it, too.

She needed to get back home. And she needed to see Hook immediately. Emma was pretty sure he thought she was already dead.

When Emma woke up that morning, she knew she had to ask Regina to allow her to visit Hook, but she wasn't entirely sure how to do it. One thing was to make Regina to beg her for more in the bed, but actually asking her for something like this… Her self-confidence wasn't that big.

She found the Queen in the library, standing in front of the window, looking through it. The brunette was wearing long red dress, the tight one. When she put the same dress in the blue back on after their first lovemaking, Emma said something about her being gorgeous in it, and since Regina was wearing these types of dresses each day.

The blonde stood in a doorway for a moment, fighting with the urge to wrap her arms around Regina from behind and put her chin on her shoulder, but she knew the Queen didn't like this cuddling. So she simply came closer and actually bowed as Regina turned around hearing someone's steps.

"My Queen," Emma said and tilted her head. She had needed to learn that since she'd had to pretend being from this land. Their meeting wasn't so convincing, but she tried to repair that.

"Emma. I am glad you joined me; our breakfast is waiting."

They weren't like a couple, really, but as had been said, there was some equality between them. Regina didn't treat her like a prisoner, more like a lover.

"I wanted to ask you if I can visit… Captain Hook," she said quickly before she could lose her courage.

Regina looked at her, narrowing her eyes. "Why would you want to visit that person?"

"I want to show him I am alive," Emma answered, and to tell him I will get us back to our world. She didn't try to look at the Queen with any sort of puppy eyes, it kind of developed itself.

The brunette smirked. "Oh, he already knows that." That devilish smile couldn't bode anything good.

"What does it mean?" Emma asked.

The Queen stepped into her personal space and looked deeply into her eyes. "It means he kept yelling because he wanted to see you, and it was quite annoying for my guards so I showed you to him."

Emma could barely whisper, "When?"

"Well, I practically took him to your bedroom yesterday morning to see you still breathe."

"How?"

Regina shrugged. "I sent him a mirror."

"And he saw me… uh, sleeping?" Emma muttered, not quite sure to bring that matter up, but Regina figured out anyway.

"You were covered with blankets if that is what's troubling you. But I am sure he imagined what was going on." She smirked again.

Emma hid her face in her palms and groaned. "Oh my god."

There was a silence for a minute, but before Emma could freak out she'd somehow insulted Regina or had done something wrong, the brunette took her hands off and cupped her face instead – not so gently, necessary to add. She stared into her eyes again, in that intense way of hers. "I thought you didn't care about him like this."

The blonde sighed. "I didn't. And I still don't, but he… he's going to give me some wise talk about what's right and what's wrong. I really didn't want him to know that."

"I could take care of this," Regina said, there was a hint of pleading in her tone, as if she was scared of what her lover might do, of how she might change her mind.

"No," Emma refused, shaking her head. "I'll deal with it. But can I talk to him, nonetheless?"

"If I say no, you will keep trying to disobey my command. Go." She nodded to the door. "But I warn you – if he touches you in any way I could find inappropriate, I will make sure he suffers. And same goes for you." She quickly passionately kissed her before nodding again as in dismissing her.

So I am her pet after all, Emma thought as she was descending the staircase, leading to the prison and dungeons.

She told the guards she had the Queen's permission and they opened the door to her. Finding Hook wasn't anyhow complicated; there was a plenty of prison cells, but there wasn't many prisoners. In fact it seemed like the Captain was the only one.

He was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against the bars, head tilted, eyes closed. There was a plate with a big piece of bread and some bottle beside him. Regina didn't let him starve.

"Your majesty, I am not interested in seeing any other fake images of Emma," he said, assuming it was the Evil Queen who came to visit him.

Emma swayed on her feet. "Well, I'm quite real if you are interested in that." She immediately bit her lip. That came out really wrong. But Regina hopefully believed in her and wouldn't take it as a flirtation.

Hook turned around and looked at her with wide eyes. "You're alive."

She nodded. "Yep."

"But… where were you? And how did you get here? Where does she keep you?" he asked and pulled his arm through the bars, desperately for touching her. He almost placed his hand on her thigh as she knelt in front of him. She moved her leg away, though.

"She doesn't keep me anywhere. I am not a prisoner," Emma tried to explain him.

"What are you talking about? Look, she must have used some spell on you. She came to me yesterday and showed you to me in her mirror… it was… ridiculous…" His voice slowly faded as he saw the look on her face. "Swan, what is going on?"

"I – " Before she could say something else, one guard walked in with a mirror in his hands. Sidney instantly appeared in it.

"Milady, the Queen demands your presence in your bedchambers right now. She's already waiting and your time is up, as she said."

Emma sighed; Regina was surely eavesdropping. "I will be there in a minute," she promised.

After the man walked away and shut the door behind him, Hook almost started yelling at her. "Your bedchambers? The image in her mirror was real? Swan, tell me it is not what I think it is."

She raised her chin in a resistance. "And what do you think it is?"

"You can't sleep with her! It will change everything!" he whispered wildly. He tried to lower his voice a little bit more. "Regina is going to kill you."

"No, she is not," Emma said quietly; that was something she'd been trying to tell herself for the whole six days. "Here's the thing, if this Regina finds me attractive here, there is a big possibility that the Storybrooke Regina would as well. They maybe are two different people, but this… this doesn't change."

Hook shook his head and muttered something like, "Why have I ever even tried?" He looked up at her. "You should be careful. You're playing with fire."

"I am not her slave, Hook. It's a mutual thing."

"Sure it is," he exhaled. "Anyway, you should be looking for our way back."

Emma nodded. "I know. I will. Tomorrow, I promise."

"Maybe Ru – Gold… will have some answers." He stared at her significantly as he tried to indicate her that they shouldn't be saying Rumplestiltskin's name out loud. "But be careful, you know him and his ways."

"Don't worry. And don't worry about yourself, either. You will not be hurt." She stood up, looking down at him.

"As long as you are an obedient girl?" he joked.

"You don't appreciate your life much, do you?" She wanted to groan loudly. Why would he tease her when he knew the Queen was listening to them? "Shut up." She turned to leave.

"Don't get yourself killed, Swan," he called after her.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Good bye, Killian," she said and then closed the door behind her.

As soon as she stepped into her room, hot lips were pressed against hers.

"So I used magic on you…" Regina started after she leaned away and looked at Emma with raised eyebrows.

Emma chuckled. "Yes, you have me completely under your spell, Your Majesty."

The Queen frowned a little, but then buried her fingers into Emma's hair, pulling her closer.

Then Regina whispered something so quietly that Emma wasn't sure she'd caught it right. It sounded like, "I'll show you my magic, dear."