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Regina had already called the office, leaving a message with her secretary Blake to inform him she would be taking a rather spontaneous week off of work long before she sent Henry upstairs to inform Emma her breakfast was getting cold. Upon leaving her secretary detailed instructions to allow Kathryn Midas to take over her minor duties, she hung up the phone and saw Henry off to school before heading to the kitchen where she knew Emma was now indulging in the breakfast and coffee she'd made for her.

Rather than feeling disappointed about how the events in the middle of the night had turned out, Regina decided just to go about the day as if nothing had happened. Be as that may, it was already turning out to be quite difficult since the moment she saw Emma in the kitchen, it was clear as day that she had declined to put a bra on, along with socks and shoes, yet something about seeing her standing at the island dressed in such a way that would've normally turned her off, turned her on beyond belief.

It took everything she had to control her actions, to stop herself from walking over to Emma and wrapping her arms around her lithe body and kissing her as if she were hers.

She could almost feel how tense Emma was feeling and she lost the fight to hold back as she walked up behind her and wrapped her arms loosely around her waist. She felt Emma tense for a second before she relaxed in her embrace and she dipped her head down to place a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

"Regina," Emma sighed out contently as her hands fell upon Regina's that had settled around her waist.

"Do enjoy your breakfast, dear," Regina said gently as she moved away from the intimate embrace. "I wasn't sure how you liked your eggs."

"Over easy," Emma murmured as she stared down at the eggs, choosing not to turn around to look at Regina. "Good guess."

Regina bit her bottom lip and stopped herself from mentioning how Henry had been the one who told her to cook Emma's eggs exactly the way that he liked them. She grabbed her cup of coffee and moved to stand near Emma, watching as she picked up the fork and poked at her eggs.

"Is everything all right?" Regina asked and Emma nodded her head absentmindedly. "I could make you something else if you're not in the mood for bacon and eggs?"

"No, it's fine, Regina. It's delicious. You didn't have to make me breakfast."

"I wanted to," Regina smiled and Emma let out a soft chuckle before digging in. "I was thinking that after you eat and get dressed, perhaps I could show you around town?"

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"I took the rest of the week off," Regina replied, trying to hide the blush that crept over her cheeks by lifting her coffee mug to her lips. "I couldn't have you stay here at the house alone."

"Afraid I'd get bored too easily and wander off on my own?" Emma chuckled and took another bite of her eggs. "You didn't have to take time off work just because I'm here, Regina."

"You'll find that I am someone who rarely does what she does not want to do," Regina replied with a wink and it garnered the reaction she was hoping for as Emma shifted and moaned quietly.

Like last night, she wanted to add but she found it was unnecessary as the meaning behind her words already took root for Emma. Despite Emma having put a stop to things and despite how disappointed she had been, also angry, she found reason afterwards when she reflected on the events that had unfolded between them. Still, she'd been left wanting with an itch she couldn't quite scratch herself and one that was dominantly taking steady control over her self-restraint.

No one had ever pulled such deep desires from within, not the way that Emma did from the moment they first kissed. Her sleepless night had led to many thoughts, one of them wondering how different their lives may have been if they had grown up together instead of being pulled apart so soon after they'd became friends. Would she have ever been with Danielle, experienced that whirlwind romance that defined the last ten years of her life, or would she have had that whirlwind romance with Emma instead? It was thoughts such as those that led her mind stray down a path she wasn't ready to admit she wanted, a path of romance, true love, marriage even.

There was no denying that she could see a future with Emma and that alone scared her because she wasn't even sure what would come of the next handful of days. Emma had her own life in Boston and she had hers there in Storybrooke. She had Henry to think of first and foremost. She always had and always would put her son first in her life, the town second, and herself last. Yet, she wondered if it was time to put herself near the top for a change, to find happiness when she had gone so many years without the kind of happiness she so craved.

"Shit," Emma groaned as she wiped at the few drops of coffee that had trickled on to her white tank top.

"Are you purposely trying to ruin all your clothes during your stay here?"

"No," Emma muttered as she reached for the napkins in the dispenser near her and dabbed at the coffee stains. "I'm such a klutz."

"I can wash that for you," Regina said and she knew asking for her to take it off right there was a step too far. "Why don't you run upstairs and get changed? I'll get the machine started and I can wash the shirts you ruined with wine a second time."

"A second time? Did you not get it out the first time?"

"Mostly," Regina replied. "It wouldn't hurt to run them through the wash again."

"I'll be right back," Emma said softly and she took one last sip of her coffee before she headed out of the kitchen.

Regina heard her curse to herself before she heard her footsteps running up the stairs, reminding her so much of the many time she had heard Henry rush up the stairs the same way, minus the cussing. Regina shook her head and headed for the laundry room to start the machine, applying the spot remover to the spots on both shirts and bra she'd washed the night before and although there was no evidence of the red wine lingering on the fabric, it still wouldn't hurt to make sure it was good and clean.

Her thoughts began to stray once again to the last time they were in the laundry room together, but her thoughts weren't that on the fact that Emma had stood before her in just skinny jeans and a wine-stained bra, but on the fact that the scars on her lower back were cause for alarm and worry.

Emma had said she wasn't ready to talk about it, but now that Regina thought back to that moment, her mind was awash with many different scenarios that could've caused those very scars to mar otherwise flawless skin. Was it one of her foster parents who had lashed out on her in the worst of ways or had it been another child who had delivered such pain to her. Had it been an old lover, someone she feared yet loved in some horrendous way? Regina's mind was fraught with thoughts, with worry, that when the washing machine finished filling, she shook her head and added the detergent quickly.

Regina shuddered suddenly as Emma's hand fell upon her shoulder. She'd been so lost in her thoughts she hadn't heard her walk into the laundry room. She turned to her with a smile and took the white tank top from her gently.

"I don't know what's with me and ruining my clothes when I'm around you."

"Don't worry about it," Regina chuckled. "Your clumsiness is forgiven," she said and she lowered her voice as she licked over her lips slowly. "You aren't the only one who ruined an article of clothing. I seem to recall a certain pair of panties that were dreadfully ruined last night."

"Oh really?" Emma asked as she lightly trailed her fingertips from Regina's shoulder and down her arm. "Ruined them, did I?"

"Temporarily of course."

"Only temporarily?" Emma asked, her voice dropping several octaves and it sent shivers down Regina's spine. "Sounds like a challenge."

"It would be one I would gladly take you up on, Emma, but seeing how I declined to wear any today, you can consider your challenge void."

"Fuck."

Regina turned away, grabbing the spot remover and gingerly applied it to the fresh coffee stain on Emma's tank top. She bit her lower lip, wondering if she'd taken things too far, yet she found it hard to restrain herself around Emma. There was just something about her, something so alluring and captivating that it spurned that naughty side of her she wasn't even aware existed until that very moment. Just the thought of teasing Emma in that way sent a rush of heated arousal through her body and she nearly lost grip of the bottle of spot remover in the process.

Once everything was in the machine and the lid was closed, Regina turned to face Emma and found her staring at her with almost glassy green eyes. Lust. It was a look that was unmistakable and one that made her want to tease Emma until she couldn't take it anymore. It was an unfair challenge of course, but Regina was a woman who always got what she wanted in the end.

And what she wanted was Emma Swan.

[X]

Emma sat in the passenger seat of Regina's Mercedes, barely taking notice to the tidbits she was reciting about the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. Her only thought since just shy of an hour ago in the laundry room was the very fact that Regina Mills was not wearing anything under that dress of hers. She already knew that Regina was an expert in teasing, she could just see it in all the little ways she touched either herself or made a point in lightly touching her to get her attention. Emma knew she was in for a long day and she was quickly losing the fight to keep her self-control squarely in place.

Storybrooke wasn't a big town at all, but it was spread out in a way that it felt much bigger than it was. After a ride through the main streets along with a quick stop at Granny's to pick up some coffee to go, Regina headed towards the winding road that lead to the woods, but not out of town.

"I used to go riding when I was younger," she said as they drove past huge, wide-open fields where horses grazed. "I haven't been since I've had Henry."

"Why not?"

"I honestly haven't made the time and now with being the mayor, time is something I rarely come by. To be honest, Emma, I am glad you are here. You've given me reason to take some much needed time off of work."

"Not afraid the town will fall apart without you there to run it?" Emma asked and Regina laughed.

"It is only a couple of days," she said as she glanced at Emma and even from behind the dark sunglasses she wore, Emma could tell her smile reached her eyes. "I fully trust that Kathryn has everything under control. Do you want to stop at the stables? My father has several horses there and it has been a long time since I have last seen my dear Rocinante."

"Who?"

"My horse, dear."

"Uh…"

"Just a quick visit," Regina continued. "I believe my father may just be at the stables today. Since he retired, he spends most of his time there taking care of the horses and helping the stable hand with the daily chores."

"Okay."

Emma wasn't about to admit that horses terrified her, not when she saw the look of pure joy on Regina's face as she made a turn down the next road and then another down a dirt road. She fidgeted with the seatbelt, searching her mind for a feasible excuse to get out of this even knowing it was far too late. As soon as she saw the large white house looming at the end of the dirt road and the equally as large barn just to the left, her heart started racing.

Regina parked the car behind an even older Mercedes and she turned to her as she slid her sunglasses off slowly. "Everything all right, Emma?"

"Yeah."

"Relax, darling," she purred as she reached over to place a hand on her thigh. "You're just meeting Rocinante. My father is likely out riding at this hour."

Emma managed a weak smile and watched as Regina got out of the car and waved to the man who just exited the house. He waved at her and jogged down to meet her halfway along the stony path that led up to the front porch. They hugged as if they were old friends and for all Emma knew, that's exactly what they were. She only got out of the car when Regina waved towards her and she inhaled sharply, the fresh country air making her senses buzz.

She straightened out her red leather jacket as she made her way over to where Regina was waiting for her. With a strained smile on her face and thankful her sunglasses hid the fact she was terrified of what would come next, she came to a stop at Regina's side.

"David, I'd like for you to meet Emma Swan, a very old friend of mine," Regina introduced them and David smiled warmly at Emma as he held a hand out. "Emma, this is David Nolan. He owns and operates the stables, he is also another old friend of mine."

"Pleasure to meet you, Emma Swan," David smiled brighter at her, giving her a firm handshake before they parted. "Have you ever ridden before?"

"Hell no."

"Don't mind her, she's a city girl," Regina said and the two shared a quiet laugh as David turned on his heels and headed towards the barn. "Come along, dear."

"To the barn?"

"The stables," Regina corrected her. "It's where the horses are kept."

Regina, almost as is sensing her wary glance at the big white building they were headed towards, she reached out for her hand and gently intertwined their fingers. With a soft tug, Emma stumbled over the next few steps before she matched Regina's causal stride behind David. Regina only let go of her hand once they were inside and before Emma could back her way out the door, Regina's arm linked through hers and urged her on.

"Most of the horses are out in the pasture for the morning," David said as he pointed to a handful of empty stalls. "Your father is out riding Peaches today."

"Peaches?" Emma whispered and Regina shook her head as she removed her sunglasses and placed them into the pocket of her black coat that reached just past the short hem of her dress.

"Rocinante was out earlier," David continued. "Your father rides him first thing every day."

"How is he doing, David?"

"Strong, well-fed and well-mannered."

"I meant my father," Regina replied and David laughed.

"Who else would I be talking about?" David teased and Emma watched the interaction from beyond her sunglasses with a bit of a surprise. "Rocinante may be getting old, but he's still steady and healthy. Ever the wonderful temperament as he's always had, but I'm sure your father has told you of him many, many times."

"You know I do not see my father often. He spends far too much time here with you."

David chuckled and opened up a stall door. "He does, doesn't he? Should I tell him not to come every day?"

"And take away the one thing he feels he has purpose for? Don't be silly, David."

Emma stood stock still as a tall, brown horse strutted out of the stall upon the click of David's tongue against his teeth. Regina tightened her grip on Emma's arm, holding her close as the giant horse trotted over to them slowly.

"I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. If there is anything you need, just holler, all right?" David said and upon Regina's nod, he left the two of them alone with the giant beast.

"Hello, Rocinante," Regina said soothingly as she reached out to pet his nose. "I have missed you, my old friend. Emma, come and say hello."

"No, thank you."

"He's very friendly," Regina purred as she gently eased Emma closer. "Say hello, darling."

"To a horse?"

"Yes," she chuckled and eased her arm away from Emma's and slid it over her waist. "No need to be shy."

"I'm not shy," Emma said through gritted teeth. "I'm terrified."

Emma shuddered, not because of the close proximity to the giant beast, but because Regina moved to stand directly behind her, their bodies pressed close, one hand on her hip and the other reaching to grab her right wrist gently. She could feel Regina's hot breath on her neck and it made her feel weak in the knees. She placed her left hand over Regina's that was on her hip and inhaled deeply, turning her head slightly as Regina leaned in even closer.

"There's nothing to be terrified of, darling," Regina whispered as she guided her hand to the horse's nuzzle and encouraged her to stroke the surprisingly soft hair. The fact that Regina had called her darling three times in no less than fifteen minutes was not lost on her, but she had to admit that she did like the sensual buzz it sent through her each time. "Say hello."

Emma felt dizzy as her body reacted to Regina's while she tried to fight the fear of touching such a huge animal, one she'd always been terrified of being within ten feet of. Regina guided her hand, showing her how to pet the horse and when she felt the weight of the horse against her hand, she jumped

Regina's throaty laugh calmed her almost instantly and she relaxed against her, the chill in the air cut out by the warmth she felt emanating from Regina's body. She turned to look over her shoulder at her, moaning softly as Regina's lips brushed over her cheek. A man clearing his throat from behind them, however, cut their moment short.

"What a pleasant surprise," he said as Regina swiftly moved away from Emma. "I did not expect to see you here today, Regina."

"Hello, Daddy. I thought I'd come and see Rocinante today and introduce one old friend to another," Regina said with a beaming smile as she grabbed the reins. "How are you?"

"Wonderful," he smiled and Emma just stared at the man on top of a tall, black horse. His hair was wispy and grey, his eyes soft and clearly full of joy to see Regina. "And who is this?"

Emma stood stock still as she glanced over at Regina with wide eyes. Meeting her father wasn't something she was remotely ready for and yet, the inevitable was happening. Regina just shook her head and led her horse back into the stall and when she emerged a moment later, the smile was still fixed in place as she walked over to her father and helped him dismount his horse.

"Daddy, this is Emma Swan, an old friend of mine. She's in town until Sunday for a brief visit," Regina said as her father looked over Emma before nodding his head and extending his hand towards her.

"Henry Mills," he said as Emma shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan. I see you've been making acquaintances with another old friend of my daughter's," he smiled and he let go of her hand gently. "One I see you aren't too fond of meeting."

"I'm not a fan of horses," Emma muttered under her breath and inhaled sharply as Regina stood close to her right side, her hand easily falling on her hip as if it was the most natural thing for her to do. "And it's nice to meet you too, Mr. Mills."

Henry Senior laughed heartily with a shake of his head. "Aren't you wonderful?" He said and he smiled at Regina, giving her a curt nod before reaching for the reins around his horse. "Come along, Peaches. Regina, shall we meet for lunch tomorrow perhaps?"

"Of course, Daddy."

"Bring along Miss Swan as well, I'd love to get to know this old friend of yours," he said with a wink before he led the horse off into the nearest stall.

Regina's hand fell away from her hip and she motioned to Emma she would be just a moment. Emma gestured towards the door and Regina nodded, waiting until she had started to walk away before re-entering Rocinante's stall. Emma couldn't seem to get out of there fast enough and the moment she was out under the warm midday sun, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She wasn't sure what had been more terrifying; meeting the giant beast that Regina had led her to meet or meeting her kind, gentle-spoken father who was everything Emma imagined him not to be. She groaned quietly as she ran her fingers through her hair and started to walk towards Regina's car to wait for her there. She already knew she was losing her fight, her resolve when it came to keeping things slow between them and she wasn't sure how much longer it would take for her to break, especially when her thoughts continued to turn around on the very fact that Regina wore nothing under that short grey dress of hers.

[X]

"I promise I will come and visit more often, dear Rocinante," Regina said quietly as her horse nuzzled into her gentle yet firm touch. "It has been too long, old friend. I am truly sorry."

"What compelled you to come and visit today then?" Henry asked and Regina turned to look at her father in surprise. "Not that it's not nice to see you here, dear, but you're hardly dressed for a day at the stables."

"I was just showing Emma around town and we were driving past here. I wanted to stop by and have her meet Rocinante."

"She seemed to be absolutely terrified of him," he mused and Regina laughed, shaking her head as she pat Rocinante once more before stepping back to allow her father to feed him the carrot he held in his hand. "This Emma Swan, she is an old friend, is she? She doesn't seem to be familiar. I've never met her have I?"

"No, you haven't, Daddy. I knew her only a short while when I was—when I was in Boston."

"Ah," he said and the realization dawned on him then and a hint of sadness showed on his face, but it disappeared quickly as he smiled lovingly at her. "Here I thought you weren't quite ready to introduce her properly."

"Properly, Daddy?"

"She's a beautiful woman, Regina. While I've never had much say in who you choose to date, she seems to be a perfect choice."

Regina's cheeks reddened and she laughed with a shake of her head. "We're not dating, Daddy."

"You could've fooled me."

"It's rather…complicated."

"Hmm?"

Regina sighed and she shook her head again, unsure of how her father would take the news that Emma was Henry's birth mother. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to be having this conversation now because she knew her father and giving him just the bare details would never be enough for him. She knew she didn't have much time either as Emma was waiting just outside for her and she did not want to keep her waiting for much longer.

So she took her father's hand in hers and slowly led the way out of the stall, telling him the story of how Emma had come into her life because of Henry. Her father said not a word and she spoke of that night and they paused in the middle of the stable as she told him that when she found out Emma had been her only friend during her time in the system before he'd come for her, Henry had a smile on his face, one that Regina hadn't seen in a very long time.

"You adopted her son without knowing he was hers and then our dear sweet boy went and found her, bringing her home to you," Henry said and before Regina could stop him, he continued. "And now you're falling in love with her, aren't you, dear?"

"I—I—"

"Don't look so surprised," he smiled and he placed both hands on her shoulders. "You do not love easily, my dearest daughter, but there is no mistaking the way you looked at her. I was watching for a few moments before making my presence known. I haven't seen you look at another quite like that before in all your life, not even with Danielle."

"She's nothing like Danielle."

"Which is a wonderful thing," Henry concluded. "This sounds a lot like fate, dear. How else would you have ended up with her son if this were not meant to be?"

"Daddy, we're taking it one day at a time—"

"Ah, so she feels the same as you do then?" Henry asked, his smile growing bright as Regina's cheeks reddened even more. "How long did you say she is staying in Storybrooke for?"

"Until Sunday."

"And after that? What will come of this budding new relationship you two are in?"

"Daddy, we're only friends. I suppose we'll keep in touch after she leaves. Heaven knows Henry will want to regularly correspond with her, that is, if she would like to as well."

Henry smiled and pulled her in for a hug. "Don't let me keep you, dear. I was thinking that we could meet at the house for lunch tomorrow, perhaps sometime early in the afternoon."

"Of course, Daddy. Would you like for me to bring anything?"

"Only that wonderful new girlfriend of yours," Henry replied with a wink and he held a hand up to stop Regina from saying a word. "Whatever reason you have for holding back, you should know that she could very well be worth it, Regina. You deserve love in your life and I know it feels so sudden and so soon, but you weren't the only one looking at her in the way your mother and I once looked at each other."

"Daddy—"

"Go on, dear. I will see you both tomorrow for lunch," he said and he placed a soft kiss on her cheek before turning on his heels and heading down to another stall, saying hello to the horse that poked its head out before opening the door and walking inside.

Regina smoothed down her coat and placed her sunglasses on her face before she headed outside, her mind spinning at the conversation she and her father had just had. She could not believe that her own father had jumped to the conclusion that she and Emma were together, but then again, her father always could see things that not everyone else quite could.

They were only taking things one day at a time, but now that she thought more of it, she knew that neither would be able to hold back and she knew she would have to press Emma to make the first move in order for them to move forward together. She had been subtly teasing her throughout the morning on their little tour around Storybrooke, but as she caught sight of Emma leaning against her car waiting for her, she knew she had to step up her game a little more.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Regina said softly and Emma shrugged nonchalantly. "I had to say goodbye to Rocinante and ended up in a brief conversation with my father."

"It's okay. Where are we off to next?"

"Are you hungry, dear?" Regina asked before making a move to open the door. Upon Emma's nod, she smiled. "Perfect. I know just a place we can go get a bite to eat. It's about twenty miles from here, but it's quiet and out of town and rumor has it, they serve the best hamburgers in the entire state of Maine."

"Sounds good. I could definitely eat."

Regina smiled and she got into the car, unbuttoning her jacket as Emma got into the passenger seat. As she moved to get comfortable in the seat, the hem of her dress slipped upwards and she made no move to pull it back down as she slipped the key into the ignition. She could feel Emma's eyes on her as she drove down the dirt road, driving carefully to avoid hitting the few holes she could see. Once they were on the main road, Regina relaxed and placed a hand on her left thigh, keeping her right on the lower part of the steering wheel and her eyes on the road ahead.

Regina wet her lips as she approached a lone stop sign and she slipped off her heels and kicked them under the seat, preferring to make the long drive to the greasy roadside diner outside of town without the strain of her heels making her uncomfortable. The sun was hot and it made it warm inside the car, but it wasn't the sun alone that made her body heat up. She knew that Emma kept stealing glances at her legs and at the hem of her dress that was barely an inch shy of exposing her garter straps that held up her nude colored stockings.

She lifted her left foot on the edge of the door, the move coughing her to spread her legs just enough to allow her dress to rise just above the garter strap clips. She heard Emma inhale sharply beside her and as she glanced over, Emma whipped her head to the side, avoiding looking at her completely. Confident she was teasing Emma in a way that would break the other woman's resolve, she dropped her hand to her left thigh again and idly stroked her fingers over the now exposed garter straps.

Regina worried that maybe she was taking things too far, especially when she felt her pussy become more exposed and with just a small rush of air that hit her suddenly, she could barely contain the moan that escaped past her lips as she felt a flood of wetness drip out from inside of her. She inhaled sharply and there was no mistaking the scent of her arousal as it hit her nose. The thoughts in her mind were fuelling her, her fingers trailing up the insides of her thighs as she teased not only Emma, but herself as well.

"Regina," Emma murmured from beside her. "Stop the car."

"Is there something wrong?" Regina asked and she watched as Emma shook her head stiffly.

"Stop the damn car, Regina. Now."

Regina licked over suddenly dry lips as she lowered her left foot back down to the floor and pulled over to the side of the desolate road. Worry filled her mind as she slid the gear into park and slowly removed her sunglasses as she turned to look at Emma.

[X]

Emma breathed heavily as she ran her sweaty palms over her jeans. The moment the very scent of Regina had hit her nose she just about lost her fight completely. She knew exactly what she was doing, allowing her dress to rise up as far as it had, teasing her and causing her mind to run rampant with nothing but thoughts fuelled on sexual desire. She wanted to take the other woman right there in the car, to slide her hands between those succulent thighs, to plunge her fingers inside of her and to take her roughly, as if she were a woman possessed.

The moment the car had stopped at the side of the road, Emma's heart was thundering in her chest and her clit throbbed, her desire and arousal coursing through her body at an alarming rate. She unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her sunglasses off, meeting Regina's eyes as the moment built up between them, the tension in the air becoming so thick it almost made it hard to breathe.

"Emma, I—"

Her lips were on Regina's before she could utter another word and the middle console was the only thing separating them both. Emma's right hand fell upon Regina's thigh, her fingers lightly tracing over the garter straps before sliding them along smooth, warm skin. Regina's hands slid into Emma's hair, deepening the kiss and there was nothing soft or slow about the way they kissed with hungry passion, almost as if they couldn't quite get enough.

"You've been…" Emma gasped once she tore her lips away from Regina's and deftly slipped her hand under the hem of her dress. "Teasing me all damn morning," she breathed, her lips ghosting over Regina's as her fingers slowly inched higher. "How much further were you going to take this, hmm, before I snapped?"

Regina moaned as Emma's fingertips lightly brushed over her bare cunt, her touch teasing at first, yet she didn't say a word, she only pulled Emma back in for another kiss, one harder and deeper than the last as her hips bucked up from the seat, silently begging for Emma to slide her fingers inside her, hard and deep.

Emma groaned at how wet Regina was, her fingers slipping over her with ease. She was so wet, so warm, so ready for her, but she wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Yet. She teased her fingertips over her clit, drawing out several breathy gasps before she pressed harder, biting on Regina's lower lip hard.

"Emma," Regina gasped as she grasped onto Emma's wrist. "Please, Emma."

"Hmm?" Emma grinned as she teased a single finger inside her tight hole. "Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you right now?"

"Y—yes!"

Emma laughed salaciously and placed a firm kiss on her lips. "All you had to do was ask…"