A/N: Busy times. Finally got the chapter done though.

Smut alert! The fic finally earns its rating. Regularly scheduled ridiculous shenanigans will most likely resume in the next chapter.

Also, some people have pointed out that this Emma is something of a pushover. That's completely true, it's how I write her. Lets hope she'll manage to work on some of her issues sooner rather than later, eh?

Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Fruitful Encounters

"A magic lesson, huh?" Emma asked, plopping down in one of the sofas.

"Yes." Regina's lips quirked up in a smile as she primly sat down across from Emma." Work hard and you'll get your treat afterwards."

Emma's face immediately split into a wide grin. "Yes, Ma'am." A pause. "Oh, could we do offensive spells this time?"

Regina gave her a look. "Why? Are you planning on using them on someone?"

"Of course not. I mean– not like that." Emma rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying, it would be handy to be able to take out a perp or a villain without my gun and without accidentally burning down the neighborhood."

"I doubt the two idiots would approve. Or the moths."

"Yeah, well, they'll just have to deal with it. Besides, it's not like all spells I know are offensive."

"All spells are offensive to your parent, dear," Regina scoffed, then smirked. "But I suppose that's hardly a reason not to teach you." She studied Emma for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Let's try... telekinesis."

Emma's grin was replaced by confusion. "Telekinesis? What, moving around little objects and stuff?"

"And large objects. Including people. When you master it, you'll be able to lift and throw people and things however you want. Now, the important thing here is to learn how to control it, so you don't, for example, throw someone through a wall when you only meant to push them to the ground." Regina held her hand out, palm up, and one of her red apples appeared in it. "Why don't you start by levitating this. Keep it steady." She put down the apple and leaned back, watching Emma closely.

Emma frowned at the apple as she directed her magic at it, willing it to lift from the table. She closed her eyes and let her breathing slow down, focusing on the apple.

"Keep your eyes open."

"What?" Emma asked, blinking owlishly at Regina and then down at the apple which, unsurprisingly, had fallen down as soon as Regina had spoken. "I can focus much better with them closed."

"And you can see much better with them open."

"But–"

"It's a bad habit, Miss Swan, and bad habits are best done away with as quickly as possible," Regina cut her off. "Contrary to popular belief, no matter how hard you train, you will never be able to see through your eyelids." She ignored the eye roll that Emma gave her. "On the other hand, your ability to concentrate and focus your magic can be trained."

"Fine, fine," Emma mumbled. She directed her gaze at the apple after shooting a glance towards Regina. Regina was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap, while her blouse had just one too many undone buttons for it to be proper. Emma could even see a hint of black lace underneath. All the frustration and arousal from the last few days came back with vengeance, making her shift uncomfortably. Staring at the apple, all she could think about was Regina running her lips over it, licking it...

"Focus, Miss Swan," came Regina's scolding.

"I'm trying," she argued, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.

"Then try harder."

Emma huffed, looking anywhere but at Regina. "You're not exactly helping," she accused and then clarified with a vague gesture at Regina's chest. "You could actually use buttons like regular people do, you know." Not that Emma usually minded, but it was practically impossible to focus when her eyes automatically sought out the other woman's cleavage time and time again. It just looked so... inviting.

Regina responded by directing her best you're-an-idiot-stare towards Emma. "Are you the Savior or are you a sex-starved teenage boy?" she snapped, irritation clear in her voice. "If every villain out there has to conform to your clothing standards we might as well just give this up now. The reporters would have a field day: 'Savior of Storybrooke defeated by glimpses of lingerie!'"

"That's not what I meant," Emma huffed. "It's not like I ogle anyone else, anyway." Slouching, she sighed, although what came out sounded distinctly more like a whine. "Can't you just use the spell and, you know, make me not distracted instead?"

"And what do you thing would happen as soon as I stopped touching you?" Emma grumbled, but didn't say anything. "What you need to do, Miss Swan, is to focus on your magic and quit coming up with excuses. Distractions will always be present and you need to learn to deal with them."

Emma sighed. Regina was right, of course. Stumbling around with her eyes closed was a recipe for disaster if she ever had to use her magic against, well, anyone. Accepting that, however, didn't make concentrating any easier with Regina sitting in front of her. Still, she turned her gaze to the shiny red apple on the table in front of her, frowning as she concentrated on her magic. The apple was less steady than before as it hung in the air, but it stayed there despite her distracted mind.

And then Regina unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. And the second. And the third.

"That's not fair," Emma croaked as she strained to keep the apple in air. It dipped down dangerously – mirroring Regina's cleavage – but it stayed airborne. "No one I'll be fighting is going to do that."

"Oh?" Regina's fingers froze and Emma cursed silently, torn between wanting to see more and not wanting to drop the apple. "What if you're after a suspect – let's say a woman, a rather pretty one – and she decides to try to bribe her way out of her troubles? What if she turns out to be a witch?" She lazily let her finger run over the now bared skin on her chest, smirking as she saw how Emma followed her fingers with her eyes. "You have to be prepared, Sheriff."

Snapping her eyes back to the apple, Emma realized it was still in the air despite her lacking concentration. A moment later, it was up again where it had been at first. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Regina unbutton the rest of her blouse, leaving it open but without taking it off. Emma had to bite her lip to stop an embarrassing moan from escaping.

"Why don't we spice things up," Regina suggested, amusement lacing her voice. With a flick of her wrist, another apple appeared on the table. "Levitate that one too, but make sure to keep them both at the same height."

Emma grunted her assent, lifting the other fruit up with her magic. It took a few tries and a lot of work – she could feel beads of sweat forming at her hairline – but she finally managed to get them lined up in the air, both hanging fairly steadily.

Regina let out a little hum – from surprise or satisfaction, Emma couldn't tell – before pulling aside her blouse and fully revealing her bra-clad torso. This time a tiny whine slipped out past Emma's lips as her eyes unwillingly darted over to Regina for a moment. Days of wearing the damn collar, only getting teases and promises instead of a good fucking, it was all bubbling up to the surface. Her clothes were too hot and too restrictive and the collar around her neck made her feel every beat of her heart, each beat reminding her of exactly what Regina could do to her and – fuck – how much she wanted it.

But somehow, she clenched her jaw so hard it felt like her teeth were being pushed into her jawbone and focused on the two apples floating in front of her. It was difficult enough to keep her attention on one apple and off Regina; it was another thing altogether to split her attention on two apples. It seemed easy enough, sure: just do the magic stuff on both apples and boom, they're both up in the air. The problem was, apparently it didn't work like that. She had to focus her magic on both apples separately or they both fell down.

"Nicely done," Regina hummed and cocked her head to the side, a faint smile tugging on her lips. "But do I think you can handle one more." Another apple appeared on the table.

Glaring at Regina's smiling face, Emma leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs and pulled up the third apple with her magic. After a few minutes of trying, she got it to line up with the others. This time, she wasn't surprised when Regina sat up, stretched in a very feline way and then carelessly shrugged off her blouse and threw it aside. Emma's lips felt like sandpaper to her tongue when it darted out to wet them, but she didn't really notice. Her eyes were glued to Regina's form while she somehow managed to keep the three apples suspended in the air at the same time. When Regina sat back in the sofa again – that faint, yet smug smile ever present – Emma swallowed hard and turned back to the apples.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, lost in her mind while focusing her magic, when Regina suddenly stood, a hand on her hip.

"I'm impressed," she said, no sarcasm in her voice, as she gave the apples and then Emma a critical look. "I wasn't sure you'd be able to last this long. You really have improved."

"How long?" Emma asked, her eyes darting between the apples and Regina.

"A little over an hour."

"An hour?" Emma exclaimed. It hadn't felt lite nearly that long.

"You were very concentrated, dear," Regina noted, plucking one of the apples out of the air and holding it close to her, smelling it. "But I think this may be a good time to end things." She gave Emma a hooded look, putting down the apple on the table. "I wouldn't want you to get to tired. After all, the night isn't over just yet." With a careless flick of her wrist, the three apples disappeared. She stepped closer to Emma, bent down just a bit and curled a finger around the collar, all the while her smile grew wider and hungrier.

Emma let out a little yelp as Regina tugged on her collar, pulling on it until Emma scrambled to her feet. For a few moments, Emma just stood there, heart racing and her fingers twitching, wondering if Regina would allow her to touch her yet. Despite the fact that they stood less than a foot away from each other, Emma wouldn't take any chances. Not tonight.

Another tug on her collar pulled her even closer, pulling a choked whimper out of her, to her own mortification. Regina just chuckled. "You've been a very good girl tonight, dear," Regina murmured, her dark eyes locked with Emma's. "And so patient. You've wanted to touch me the whole evening, haven't you?"

"Yes," Emma whispered, eyes flitting between Regina's eyes and lips. "More like the last days, really. Ever since I got stuck with this damn collar." A flicker of irritation passed through her mind. Without her stupid spell, she probably could have fucked Regina twice already. Or, more likely, gotten fucked by her. In any case, everything would have been much simpler.

Regina must have seen it, because she chuckled again and placed a soft kiss on Emma's lips. "Don't kid yourself, pet," she said. "We both know you love your collar." She placed another kiss on the corner of her mouth. "You love how vulnerable it makes you feel." Letting go of the collar, she ripped Emma's blouse open in one swift motion, leaving buttons scattered all over the floor. She placed her hands on Emma's waist, roaming the warm skin and making Emma hum in pleasure. "You love how it reminds you of who you belong to," Regina whispered, leaning in close.

"Please..." Emma whined, her eyes fluttering closed. Her body was on fire and her hands were itching to reach out and touch Regina, to feel all that soft, inviting skin only inches away. But she knew what Regina wanted; she wanted obedience, docility, patience. Things that one would seldom expect from Emma. Times like these, though, Regina would get anything she wanted. And God did it feel good to let her have it.

"How many times have you come to the thought of walking around with your collar visible, hm?" Regina asked as she unbuttoned Emma's slacks. She reached up and cupped Emma's still bra-clad breasts, delighting in the moan that followed. "Everyone would know who you belonged to, pet; everyone would know who owned you." She pulled Emma close to her, claiming her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. Emma offered no resistance, enjoying the submission, thoroughly enjoying being claimed.

Unbuttoned, Emma's slacks fell to the floor. She didn't bother to kick them away. All she could think about was the tongue exploring and claiming her mouth, the warm body pressed up to her and – she whimpered again, the sound muffled by Regina's mouth – a hand on her belly, slowly traveling downwards. When they finally broke the kiss, she was panting heavily, clinging onto Regina as if she was the only thing keeping her standing. She hadn't even noticed that she was holding on to Regina. Tearing her eyes open, Emma tossed a quick, worried look at Regina but was relieved to only see a flicker of amusement.

"Don't worry, pet," Regina hummed, "you may touch me."

Emma gasped as Regina's hand went lower, cupping her soaked folds. "Thank y-you," she managed to get out between breaths. Regina moved her hand slowly, up and down, rubbing Emma through the fabric. Not enough to make her come, but well enough to make her knees even weaker than before and make her cling tighter to Regina. Still, she didn't want it to be one-sided, so she bent her neck, running her lips and tongue over the tantalizingly bare skin on Regina's neck and shoulder. The pleased little hum she got in return made her heart flutter and made her kisses even more eager.

Regina slid her free hand up to tangle in Emma's hair before pulling Emma's head back with it, eliciting a little needy whine from her. A split second later, they were both completely naked, their remaining clothes replaced with a lingering scent of magic in the air. "Much better," Regina purred, a smile on her lips even while her eyes were hungry, pupils blown wide from lust. "I could get used to this." She moving her hand from Emma's hair to curl around the collar and then stepped back towards the sofa, pulling Emma along as she sat down.

Emma wasted no time to mount her, bracing her hands on the back of the sofa, straddling Regina's thighs. Chuckling, Regina pulled Emma in for a kiss as she ran her fingers through Emma's warm and wet folds. When she finally pushed two fingers inside her, Emma had to break the kiss to let out a strangled moan. She needed this so badly. Regina quickly set a steady pace, thrusting in and out of Emma's pussy while circling her thumb over her clit. Pleasure flooded Emma's whole body, three days of frustration finally about to get released.

Regina's guided her free hand back to Emma's hair, stroking and threading through the long, blond tresses – a strange contrast to the quick pace of the hand that pumped between Emma's legs. "You're such a good girl," Regina murmured, making Emma's insides twitch pleasurably. Although she would never admit it, she loved it when Regina got this... affectionate. It made her feel things. "That time in my office, when you said you'd do anything," Regina paused to capture Emma's lips in a languid kiss. When they broke apart again, she continued, "You meant it, didn't you?" She looked at Emma with warm, dark eyes and all Emma could do was nod frenetically. She would do anything for Regina. The smile she got in return was radiant.

Their lips crashed together again, this time in a much more hurried, needy kiss as Regina picked up the pace between Emma's legs. "Such a good girl," Regina mumbled between kisses, using her free hand to stroke Emma's hair, arms, back, any skin she could reach. Emma's thighs were burning, her arms were shaking and she didn't know if she had any air left in her lungs, but none of that mattered. She felt so good there in Regina's lap, getting caressed like a little girl even though she was getting thoroughly fucked at the same time, her hips rolling in tandem with every thrust by Regina's hand. Memories from her childhood, wishing for someone to take care of her, they mixed with the present and with Regina and it all felt both so good and so perversely, deliciously wrong at the same time.

"Do you want to come, pet?" came Regina's rather breathless voice and Emma nodded.

"Yes, yes please," she whispered, "God yes, please, 'Gina..." She was so close, her whole body shaking and writhing with the need for release.

"You've been so good," Regina hummed and placed a soft kiss on Emma's temple. "Come for me," she mumbled in Emma's ear and ground her palm against Emma's clit. With a long, choked moan, Emma came hard, her hips rolling and twitching uncontrollably as Regina dragged out the orgasm as long as she could, mercilessly stroking her until Emma collapsed in her lap, a sweaty, shivering and panting heap of limbs.

Hours later, Emma found herself slowly waking up. Still tired, she blinked blearily at the ceiling while trying to remember where she was and why. Memories of her time with Regina came seeping back into her consciousness and caused a small smile to form. Damn, the night had been good. First getting off in the living room, then being led up the stairs with a finger hooked around her collar... A pleasurable little shiver made its way through her body. It was definitely worth the wait and all the frustration these past days.

Tilting her head to the side, her eyes caught a glimpse of the sky through the window. Her smile turned into a frown as her mind tried to process it. The sky was beginning to brighten, which meant sunrise wasn't far off. Her body tensed and she had to swallow down her first instinct to fly out of the bed and grab her clothes. She had never spent the night at Regina's before and especially not like this. They fucked, that was all they did. Regina wasn't her girlfriend or anything.

Emma winced internally at the thought, or more precisely at the memories of the last time they'd talked about that: about what they were to each other. Regina wanted more, that was obvious, but was Emma ready for it? The old impulse to run was strong, but so was the impulse to stay. She liked what they had. She liked the thought of... more. Maybe. Probably. But was–

"Emma." Regina's horse voice abruptly cut off her thoughts. "Stop thinking before you hurt yourself."

Frowning, Emma began to protest. "I'm not–"

Prying open her eyes, Regina gave her a tired look. "Then go to sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning."

Emma let out a little huff, turning back her gaze to the ceiling. "I just... this is... new."

"Are you planning on leaving right now?"

A beat passed. "No," Emma finally gave in. Coming home in the middle of the night would definitely not help anything, especially when it came to her mother. "I guess not."

"Then sleep," Regina muttered. "You can overwork your brain tomorrow." With that, she turned around, her back facing Emma.

"Fine."

After a few minutes of lying waiting – in vain – for sleep to claim her, Emma huffed and glanced over at Regina's form next to her. If she was going to spend the night, she might as well enjoy herself, right? Scooting over a bit, she snaked a hand over Regina's midriff and pulled her in close, spooning her. The sleepy yet indignant yelp that Regina let out did not deter Emma the slightest.

Snuggling into Regina's smaller frame, Emma sighed, satisfied. It was very comfortable. "Don't worry, 'Gina," she mumbled as she felt her consciousness finally slip away. "Next time, you can be the big spoon."