I hope you all had a great Easter weekend. Here's the new chapter, enjoy and comments are much appreciated! :)

Both women just stood there, contemplating each other, drinking in every perfect little detail of this precise moment in time – from the open way in which Emma now looked at her, to the tingling sensations at their fingertips, to the deep warmth spreading slowly down both of their bellies, and back up to the sparkling twinkle in Regina's brown eyes – Emma tilted her head slightly and pressed her lips gently down onto delicious red ones. They kissed unhurriedly, softly, thoroughly savouring their newly found closeness.

Emma's hands held firmly onto Regina's sides, pulling the queen's body in ever closer to hers. Regina took the cue, and without hesitation, she slid her hands down from Emma's neck, tracing a scorching path in slow sweet-torturing motion through the supple muscles of her, until finally, her arms came to rest just as tightly wound around the blonde's waist. Giving in fully – into the kiss – into this young woman who now owns her heart.

They slowly broke apart when breathing became a difficult task. Resting her forehead against Regina's, Emma smiled like the perfect idiot that she was.

Regina was first to speak, a grin creeping up her face.

"You are a formidable kisser, Miss Swan." The brunette whispered. At that Emma laughed quietly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Who would have thought you would ever hear me say that, huh?" Regina chuckled.

"Probably no one…certainly not me!" Emma smirked.

"Hold on, did Regina fucking Mills just chuckle?" She voiced in surprise earning herself a playful slap to the shoulder from the older woman. They held each other in place, content to be just like this, warm and safely in the other's arms.

Regina gazed deeply into Emma who held her sight just as intently right back at her, eyes flashing yellow for a quick second. In the blink of an eye, they were smoky-green again.

"Wow." The brunette whispered, breathless – pulling Emma even closer to her.

"Tell me. What are you feeling right now?" Fascination in her voice.

Emma furrowed her brow.

"Um, desire." She admitted – a blush creeping up her neck. Regina felt her throat go dry and allowed her own hands free rage to roam eagerly over Emma's back once again.

This was a very interesting development. She was able to ground Emma, and yet, she could stimulate her at the same time with the simple touch of her hands – which apparently ignite desire, no less – hmm…very interesting, indeed, she mused to herself. And Regina safely filed the information for other, more appropriate times.

Over the next few days Emma worked hard to control the beast within – not an easy feat, mind you, yet she was managing okay, so far.

She'd been training extra hours and was already proving to be even stronger than Ruby, much to Granny's and Regina's surprise. The possibility of Emma being a different kind of wolf intensified.

Henry stopped by the police station and brought lunch to share with his birth mom.

"Hey ma, how are you doing?" The boy sat down at his grandpa David's desk, stretching his hand over and handing her the full bag he'd picked up on the way from Granny's.

"I'm good, how was school?" His mother asked, eyes peeled on the bag she was opening, grabbing a burger out and immediately taking a big bite off of it.

Henry watched his mother in bafflement while she inhaled her food.

"Wow, you really do eat your food faster than usual." He marvelled, chuckling and shaking his head.

Emma stopped and looked at her son. "Yes, I do. I need my energy!" She grinned, wiping a trace of ketchup off her chin.

"School was okay, I guess." The boy dismissed her previous question and proceeded to eat his fries.

Abruptly Emma's head jerked up. She detected a certain scent.

Dex.

With a swift motion, she stood up – dropping her food at once. "Henry, into the cell. And lock it behind you!" She directed, sharply.

He was perplexed. Henry didn't understand what was happening, exactly. So he just sat there, looking up at his mother, dazed and confused.

"Henry, GO! NOW." Emma yelled at him, but he was frozen still and did not move.

She pulled the boy from his seat and dragged him into the adjacent cell, locking her son away for his own safety.

As if on cue, Dex appeared in the hallway and entered the Sheriff's office.

"Hey Emma, how's it going?" The man asked nonchalantly, his eyes flickering quickly over to the young man now standing locked up behind bars.

"Oh, goody! Your son." Surprised and interested, Dex teased her.

"What do you want?" Emma spat dangerously. And he paused.

His cold eyes studied his former beta.

"I just wanted to check on you and, I have to admit, you seem good?" The man questioned coldly, shrugging his shoulders, eyes drifting back to Henry.

The alpha slowly walked up to the cell, his movements agile and so very dangerous.

"Hey there, I'm Dex, your mother's alpha. Say, young man, what would you think about, well...becoming a werewolf?"

Dex sounded so causal, almost like a trained salesperson.

Henry looked to his mother – pure panic in his eyes – she instinctively growled and in one giant leap vaulted over, landing between Dex and Henry's cell.

"Keep your hands off my son!" Emma snarled. Protecting her kid with a threatening pose.

With a pounding heart and shaking hands, the boy searched for his cell phone. Once he found it, he sent a quick and alarming text message to his other mom.

Regina was at her office working on her computer when her mobile's text-ring went off. She reached into her purse to answer it.

Once her neurons were able to process Henry's words, she bolted in panic from her seat promptly vanishing in a thick swirl of her signature purple smoke cloud.

Dex had Emma backed against the wall, whispering God only knows what words into her ear – the scene unfolded before her eyes, as Regina appeared. A fireball at the ready began to dance dangerously on her open palm.

The alpha tore his eyes away from Emma. He glanced surprised at Regina. It was hard for him to tell which burned more furiously, the intimidating ball of fire upon her hand or those simmering dark eyes now glaring at him, clearly threatening to kill him…Emma sensed the opportunity and, in a swift motion, her sharp claws sliced squarely over the distracted wolf's chest.

Wincing in pain, he let go of Emma and stumbled backwards.

"What the hell are you?" He screamed at Regina, fear crossing his features.

"Your worst nightmare, dear!" The queen grinned menacingly in her deep throaty voice.

She walked up to him, slowly, that fireball starting to grow menacingly large on the open palm of her right hand – she pressed forward.

"You seem deaf…or, did not you listen to Emma when she told you to pack your things and leave Storybrooke and her family alone?"

"GET OUT OF OUR TOWN!" Raging with fury she flung the fireball violently at him.

The alpha barley dodged it, vaulting over the desk. Emma followed suit and jumped at him.

The man growled loudly, trying to get a strong hold on Emma.

Almost practically out of no-where, Robin Hood sauntered into the Sheriff's office taking in the scene currently on display in front of him, confusion obviously plastered across his face. After a long beat, revelation hit the man in the head. He grabbed the first best thing he could get a hold of – a fire extinguisher – and hurled it at the stranger attacking Emma.

The alpha lost his footing falling to the ground. Before he could bounce up again, Emma had pinned him down with her magic.

Dizziness overwhelmed her and Dex was able to free himself. She held onto one of the desks for balance. The small side windows shattered into a million little pieces of glass with a crumbling sound. By the time she came to, Dex had escaped – through the new opening from the broken windows.

"My dearest, are you okay?" The archer hurried to Regina's side. The brunette had magically unlocked the cell and had been holding onto her son, Henry. She looked puzzled at Robin.

Suddenly a low, rumbling growl resonated among them from across the room and green eyes began to glow dangerously yellow. In a flash, Emma stood behind Robin, snarling at him.

The rugged man whirled around. He looked shocked. Flustered, he questioned her.

"What is going on with you?"

Robin Hood and his Merry Men camped out in the woods as Storybrooke's guests, and did not involve themselves in official town business. Yes, they lived in the outskirts of town. However, they didn't seem to know anything about the latest, newest bad that threated them and Regina had been too busy. She'd simply forgotten about them long enough to inform them of the news.

"Emma is a werewolf." She revealed, brushing straight past Robin.

"What!?"

"My Queen? Get away from her!" The man wanted to lunge forward in an effort to protect Regina, but Emma was much faster and moved way too quickly for the forest-dweller.

She had him now suspended in mid-air where the man helplessly dangled as she growled and grabbed him by his collar.

"Emma!" Regina chastised, attempting to pull the blonde's attention off of Robin.

At the sound of her voice Emma closed her fiery-eyes, taking in deep, slow breaths, calming her pulse down. Her eyelids fluttered back open and cool green eyes reappeared.

"Sorry. Um, long story dude. But you better be careful out there in the forest, Robin." The sheriff mumbled with her sheepish grin. Not really sorry at all. But still, she didn't really wish him true harm either.

Her eyes set on Regina when she walked straight over to Henry engulfing him in a huge bear hug goodbye.

"I'm so sorry, kid."

Regina let out a deep sigh as she stretched – her eyes flickering to the wall clock. For the first time in weeks, Henry had gone to bed without protest and, to her surprise, he was already soundly asleep. Her not-so-little prince had been tuckered out by the day's events…

Gradually, elegantly – though nobody was watching – the queen rose from her couch and made her way to the basement in order to fetch herself a fresh bottle of finely aged wine.

She flicked the lights' switch on letting out a loud, horrified gasp when she saw the writing on the wall.

There it was, painted in blood, in big, bold letters, it read:

"STAY AWAY FROM MY EMMA OR YOU WILL REGRET IT, WITCH!"

Regina took in a sharp breath, grabbed the mobile phone, shaking, and dialled Emma's number.

"Em-ma? Please come to me, right away, dear!"

"I swear, Miss Swan, if you are not down here in 5 seconds, I will destroy you. And, I do mean five...four...three...two..." Suddenly Emma apparated behind the brunette, eyes slightly glowing.

"One!" She grinned.

Regina jumped out her skin. Obfuscated for a moment by the woman's childish methods, she looked flustered at Emma.

"You, you scared me!" She accused.

"Well you said in 5... I was here on 1!" Still grinning, amused by her own wit. Her eyes travelled to the wall, her expression instantly changed. She scrunched her nose and sensed something.

It was definitely Dex – his nauseating scent lightly lingering in the air.

"He was here, probably about an hour ago." The sheriff mumbled, looking around for any further signs of trouble.

"I'm so sorry, 'Gina..." She finally admitted looking sadly, and stood there, staring blankly at her hands.

"Shhh…be quiet," spoken in a gentle whisper.

"You did not do this, Emma." Regina reassured her.

"Come here, love. It is not your fault." She lulled, allowing herself the luxury of squeezing Emma's hand in hers for a few precious seconds. Reluctantly, she walked away to retrieve a bottle of red from the well-stocked wine cellar at the back of the room.

"We cannot do anything else about it for the rest of the night… Would you like some wine?" A welcome distraction, a peace-offering if you will.

"Sure, sounds good." Emma sounded resigned, and Regina paused, taking her time to carefully inspect the bottle of wine.

With new resolve and the bottle in her hands, the sultry woman began moving to face her love. She was smooth, deliberate and fully intent in making this a much better night for the weary blonde who held her dear heart. But before she could turn towards the stairs, a warm hand reached for her arm, abruptly stopping her midway.

Without any warning, Emma desperately pressed her thin lips to impossible soft, full ones in one fell swoop. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to be right here, right now, like this – intensely kissing, feeling, and tasting the woman she loved.

A low, deep, half-moan, half-whimper, delicious sound escaped from deep within Regina's throat making her pull Emma in closer as if seeking to be completely engulfed by her.

"You were brilliant today." The queen whispered after coming up for much needed air merely a few moments later.

Emma shone her cheeky trademark smile at her briefly, and then just as quickly shyly shrugged it off.

"I don't know. My magic seemed to be acting out earlier…something is off." She mumbled, unsure. Regina nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I noticed. And we will deal with it tomorrow morning."

"But tonight, we enjoy this fine wine. We deserve this!"

With a quick peck to Emma's lips, Regina turned around again and began to make her way up the stairs.

"Are you coming?" She threw over her shoulder, winking seductively – Oh, boy! – Emma wasn't going to lie. It made her completely weak in the knees!