I wake up thinking, Shit. I thought I was going to take it slow. Fuck!

But she wakes up right after me, and I quickly realize that her arm is draped over my torso, and her hand is covering one of my breasts. My stomach flips. Feeling her touch makes my body warm again, and as I think about the night before, it gets worse. Feeling her weight shift slightly as she rolls a little closer and presses against my side, I blush.

"Emma," she whispers.

I shiver.

"Yes?"

"You're warm."

I know this, and I'm embarrassed. Does she know I'm blushing? No. Her eyes are still closed.

"Yeah. It's hot in here," I lie.

Regina catches it immediately.

"You're so full of shit," she chuckles, surprising me and making me jolt a little as she gently pinches my nipple.

"Hey!" I cry, starting to sit up. "I'm-"

"Shh," she mumbles. "No yelling."

"I'm not full of shit," I grumble.

But I know I am, and so does she. But I won't admit my embarrassment. I won't admit my insecurity. I start to wonder if last night was even good for her, but the way she curls against me reassures me that it was at least tolerable. She'd be gone if it wasn't, right?

"Mhmm. Okay. Just hush. It's too early for this."

"But I-"

"Emma."

The sound of my name on her lips is too much. I relax back against the pillows and shut my eyes. When I feel her body shift and her head rest against my breast as her hand slides down to my abdomen, my body grows warm again.

I know she feels my muscles tensing, because she says, "What is it?"

"N-Nothing."

I'm stuttering, and it's making me feel even more vulnerable. I open my eyes. How stupid must I be to be having this kind of a reaction to the simplest touch? Her thumb rubs my hip, and I shiver again.

This time, she feels it, and I can hear her smile when she tells me, "It's okay."

"I'm sorry," I mutter. "I-"

Slowly, saying nothing, she rolls on top of me, carefully pressing her hips into mine as she looks down into my eyes.

"It's okay, Em. I want it too."

My cheeks turn bright red when she says this, and even though I'm ashamed of my own sensitive arousal, I can't tear my gaze away. I've fallen deep into her eyes, and I can't escape, no matter how hard I try. She captivates me. When I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. No protest, no invitation… Nothing. The words are peanut butter, stuck fast in my throat.

Then, she lifts my legs, her hands under my thighs, rocks her hips forward, and presses our bodies closer together. Of course, the whimper that escapes my lips makes me ashamed, but my eyes fall closed anyway as the friction between us intensifies with her next movement. I wanted to ask her if last night was okay, but clearly, she's thinking what I'm thinking and wants more too.

When she pulls away slightly and dips her fingers into my folds, coating them with my arousal, I whimper again, at a higher pitch, betraying my desperation and desire.

She brings her fingers to her lips and sucks the slickness from them, then smiles as she slowly pulls them out of her mouth.

"Mmm," she coos. "You taste like honey."

I bite my lip, not knowing what to say, but dying for her to touch me again. Instead of stimulating me between my legs, though, she dips her head down and sucks my left nipple into her mouth and bites down, then tugs on it with her teeth. My back arches in reply.

"Regina," I moan, finally able to form words, but incapable of expressing a complete thought.

All I know is I want more.

"Yes, love?" she asks softly, stroking my hair away with one hand as she pinches my right nipple with the other.

The way she tends to every inch of my body is electrifying, and it surprises me. The sex with Belle was always short and to the point. It was about the end, for both of us. This? This is different. When she slides her hands over my sides, then drags her nails down my ribs all the way to my hips, I moan again. Then, she slides her hands over my thighs and drags her nails down them as well. How can she pay attention to all of me at once? How is it possible for her to control my every move, every emotion, every sensation, every sound?

It's too much, and just when I feel I'm about to black out from every little touch and the intensity my body's responses to her, I feel her fingers rubbing me between my folds, from the front to the back, barely touching my clit, teasing me and making my longing more agonizing.

"Regina," I say again.

This time, I'm begging, and she knows it. I can tell, because she repeats the movement, once again barely stimulating my clit as she coats her fingers with my arousal again. She puts her fingers in her mouth, then licks her lips once she removes them, and I think I might cum just from watching the scene play out. Even without her touch… Even just hearing her taunt me, watching her tease me… It's better than porn. Not only is it real and right in front of my eyes, but it's more sensual and more intense.

"You taste so good," she finally tells me. "Should I eat you out and curb my appetite?"

When I moan, "Oh, God," she smiles at my lack of control.

I can tell she loves the power she has over me. That's just who she is. And for once, I appreciate that side of her. I'm grateful for her taking charge. Over me… Over my body.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Regina asks me softly, her tone playful and flirtatious. "You like the sound of that?"

I do. But I'm dying to be filled. Dying to feel her inside me. I want to tell her, but the words won't come out. Again, I'm embarrassed of my own desires and the longings that make me so incredibly weak. I know in this moment that she owns me.

"Emma," she whispers in my ear, then licks my neck. "Do you want my tongue sucking your clit?"

She drags her nails down my front and smirks as my back arches again.

At last, I gather the courage to tell her what I really want.

"Need you inside me," I confess breathlessly, as her thumbs press into my hips.

"Oh," she says brightly, smiling at her triumph. "I think that can be arranged."

But her next move is even more agonizing. Once again, she teases my clit, for the briefest moment, and pulls away. She doesn't suck my fluids from her fingers. Instead, she presses her fingers to my lips. Oh, God. Can I even do this? I'm thinking. I don't want to look stupid. But I'm not going to refuse her. I can't. Not now. Not when I'm so desperate to give her what she wants.

I lick my lips and suck her fingers into my mouth, tasting my own arousal on my tongue. I'm not really tasting the honey thing, but I ignore that and release her two fingers slowly, smiling slightly as she pulls her hand away.

Regina coos, "Good girl," making my whole body scream.

I'm hers, completely.

Again, she drags her nails down my front, then dips her fingers between my folds. This time, she rubs my clit, lightly, but not pulling away. My hips lift, involuntarily responding to her professional touch, and that's when her fingers slide down and slip into me.

"Fuck," I whine as her fingers start to fill me.

When she's finally knuckle-deep inside me, I moan again. But thankfully, she doesn't stop there. She curls her fingers, making me cry out. It's too intense. Too good. Too much. I can't. I can't.

To my surprise, unlike the night before, her touch is somewhat tender, and her movements are more careful. The lifting of my hips matches the calculated curling of her fingers as she strokes the inside of my walls.

"That's it, baby," she purrs. "I want you to cum."

My mind is reeling, and when she says this, my thighs start to shake. I try to stop it, but it happens too fast, and I do cum, right then, without hesitation or pause.

Regina breathes, "God, yes," as my walls clench hard around her thrusting fingers, which are now moving in and out of me. "Keep cumming, baby."

And I do. I cum so hard I cry out, and the waves keep coming as she refuses to cease her thrusting. She wants it to last, but I'm feeling the contracting of my walls start to slow as my body begins to relax against the mattress. She's not having this, though. To my surprise, her fingers curl again, and she strokes my walls with force, over and over again, bringing me back to the edge.

"Fuck. Fuck. Regina-"

"Cum for me," she orders.

I feel like I can't, but I'm so close. I'm stuck at the edge, my body exhausted from the first orgasm. But then it crashes over me and I'm cumming again for her, shaking harder than the first time.

"That's it, baby. Come on."

Her encouragement is intoxicating, and it keeps me cumming hard. I can tell she's loving it, because she's smiling proudly as she finally removes her fingers from my core as my muscles start to relax.

"Good girl," Regina whispers, once again stroking my hair away from my face. Then, she surprises me again, saying, "You're so perfect."

Sweat beading on my forehead, I look up into her eyes, not knowing what to say.

She senses that I'm uncomfortable with her statement and leans in, kissing my lips softly as she cups my face in her hands.

As she pulls away, she asks, "Was that okay?"

My eyes widen. Is she seriously asking me that? As if it wasn't obvious enough by my cries of pleasure and the thrashing of my body as she fucked me. I can't speak, so I nod.

"You should let me eat you instead of breakfast," Regina tells me.

I blush and shake my head, knowing that my body is unable to reach that peak again so soon. This makes her laugh, and she kisses me again. God, I love the sound of her laugh. I kiss her back slowly, savoring the taste. I want it to last forever.

"Are you okay?" she asks, when she pulls away again.

I nod once more, and she smiles at me. I adore the way her lips curl when she smiles. I can't get enough of it, and I realize then that I want to see this smile every day for the rest of my life. But I don't want to tell her this. I don't want her to know. Not yet. So I stay quiet and let her relax against me, her head resting on my breast again as we fall back to sleep.

"So, you really hated me, huh?" I ask Regina later, over breakfast.

"Pardon?"

"Like, when you met me."

"Oh. Yes, of course. You dumped booze on my best dress."

"Yeah, but… Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I did," I laugh, pushing a nervous hand through my hair. "I'm a klutz, okay? I'm sorry."

"It's alright, dear," Regina assures me with a smile, touching my hand. "We can't all be graceful."

She's just teasing me, but I'm genuinely embarrassed.

"You alright, darlin'?" she asks me, seeing the sudden discomfort in my expression. I nod, but she can tell I'm not being honest – how can she always tell? – so she presses, "Come on, now, love. What's the matter?"

"N-Nothing, I just…"

"Emma?"

"I just feel… unworthy."

"What?" she gapes, squeezing my hand. "Emma, what do you mean?"

Sighing and hanging my head, I reply, "You're so… radiant, and elegant. And I'm so… lame."

"You are not lame, Emma. You are a wonderful, beautiful woman, inside and out. Yes, you're a klutz. Yes, there are times I absolutely have to laugh at you. But there is no one who has ever made my heart glow like you do…"

When she trails off, voice softened, I lift my gaze to meet hers. She's serious. Unlike all the other people in my life who have lied or patronized me to make me feel better in times of distress, Regina is honest.

This trait makes me love her even more, and I can't hold back the urge to throw my arms around her to pull her into a tight embrace. The smile spreading across my lips, broad and enthusiastic, almost makes my cheeks hurt, and she smiles back as soon as she sees it. She returns the embrace and holds me there, allowing me to be the one to pull away first. It takes several moments before the swell of my heart subsides and I'm able to let go, but once I do, she catches my lips.

"I love you, Emma," she tells me, making me blush again.

I'm so comforted by her words and her display of affection towards me that tears start to well in my eyes.

Seeing them, Regina gasps, "Oh, honey, don't cry! It's alright. I'm right here."

Even though I am crying, my smile doesn't fade. She looks worried at first, but when she sees that I'm still smiling, she smiles again and squeezes my hand once more.

"You're wonderful, Em," she tells me. "Really and truly."

"Even though I'm annoying? And gross? And a slob when I eat?"

Regina bursts out laughing at this, the sound loud and bright, and I grin at her as she nods her head.

"Absolutely."

"And you'll love me no matter what?"

"No matter what, my dear. No matter what."