The following morning when Emma awoke, she checked her cellphone to see if she had any missed text messages. She had two from Jefferson and one from Graham. She opened Jefferson's first.

Jeffy: OMG EM! The way Regina was dncing w/ u was so HOT! I think she rlly likes u.

Jeffy: Zelena & Graham just bcme jr king & queen! :O

Emma laughed at her friend, but chose not to respond. Of course Zelena was the junior queen. She took a deep breath as she opened the one from Graham.

Graham *heart*: I GOT JR PROM KING! im srry if I hrt ur feelings 2nite. I dnt wnt thngs to b weird w/ us. Cn we pls tlk soon?

Emma's eyes widened at his apology. She didn't really know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. She simply replied with an 'ok' before snapping her phone shut. When she went to turn, Regina was curled up away from her. She looked adorable sleeping like that. Emma inhaled deeply before laying flat on her back thinking about last night's episode. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. Regina made her feel things she never had before. Even more so than Graham, if she were being really honest with herself.

She was midway in reflection before she heard a subtle moan come from Regina. Her body stiffened, not knowing what to do. Was she really sleeping or was she doing this on purpose? Nevertheless, the sound sent shockwaves to her core. Emma very slowly began to slide off her bed, trying not to wake her, however, Regina turned, wrapping her arm around the blonde's stomach and intertwining a leg between hers. She froze once more, unsure of what to do. Her heartrate quickened, feeling her breath on her neck. Her body felt like led…she just felt so good.

"Morning." Regina husked. Her voice tangled with sleep, it was so raspy, deep, and sexy.

"Good morning," Emma hesitantly placed a hand over her shoulder, lightly rubbing her arm. "How did you sleep?"

"You hog the covers." she groaned. "What time is it?" When she checked her phone, it was thirty minutes past nine. "9:30."

The brunette groaned. "I don't want to get up." Emma chuckled. "But I guess I have to." She sat up, stretching her arms out, not noticing Emma's eyes bulging from her head. When she opened her eyes and saw the blonde staring at her like that, she mumbled, "What?"

Emma's cheeks flushed a deep red. "Um…your, uh…" she cleared her throat. "Your shirt," she looked away, covering her eyes, but secretly wanting to look. "Um…boobage." she pointed with her free hand.

Regina looked down, indeed finding her breast over the top of her shirt. She blushed, fixing herself. "Whoops. All better." she retorted coolly. Emma peered from her hand slowly. "It's okay Emma, you can look now." Emma let out a sigh of relief. "You know, you might as well get used to seeing me in all my glory or partially. Come next year when we will have no choice to see each other. We might as well stop acting like children." Regina stood to her feet, continuing to stretch. "Besides, we're both girls. We have the same body mechanics."

Well, that is true, Emma thought. "Do you have any plans for the day?" She asked as she put on her glasses.

"Mother and I were planning a picnic today, so I should probably go ahead and get going. Do you think I can bring these home?" she pulled at her pajamas. "I'll wash them and bring them back, scouts honor." she smiled.

"Yeah, sure. How about breakfast first? My mom makes the best buttermilk pancakes! You have to try some!"

"Well…"

"Pleaaassseeee." Emma begged, causing the brunette to chuckle.

"Well, if you insist."

"Yes!" she gloated. "Come on, let's see if she's awake."

When they made their way downstairs, David was in his rocking chair reading the newspaper and Mary Margret was taking some breakfast food out of the refrigerator. "Morning rents!" Emma announced, causing everyone to look at her questionably. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Rents?" David jeered. "I see how much we mean to you." grinning from ear to ear.

"How was the prom sweetie?" Her mother asked, starting to crack eggs into a bowl.

"It was okay. Regina taught me how to dance!" she jammed and elbow into her friends side. "Right Gina?"

She did NOT just call me Gina! She frowned at Emma. "I did Mrs. Blanchard. Emma is quite the dancer."

"Please, call me Mary." she stated as she poured water into the bowl with the pancake batter. "I'm about to start making a big breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, beacon, biscuits; the works! I hope you all are hungry!"

"Yes! I was just coming down here to ask you for some! But now I'm even more excited for your big breakfast."

"Is she always this happy in the morning?" Regina whispered, Emma nodded approvingly.

"This is nothing. You should see her on Christmas. She basically sings the whole house awake." Both girls giggled as David eyed them curiously. He had never seen his daughter smile like that before, it make his heart swell with joy.

After everyone ate breakfast, which went way better than Emma thought, she bid her friend farewell and would see her Monday. Graham had texted her telling her to meet him at the park at noon. She quickly took a shower before putting on some jeans and a school t-shirt.

When she got to the park, she took a deep breath. She really wasn't sure what to expect…she really didn't even want to see him. After the monstrosity that happened at the prom, she really didn't want be around him. When she got out of her car, he turned to smile at her. He went to give her a hug, but she stiffened. "Are you okay Em?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." she huffed. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about us. I wanted to possibly give you a chance." Taking his hand into hers. "I've been doing some thinking and…when I saw the way you looked last night and then they way you and Regina were dancing…I don't know, I guess I just got kind of jealous."

Emma's jaw was to the ground. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She should be over the moon right now. Jumping and screaming in joy…and yet; she only stood there with shock in her eyes with guilt in her heart. After a small pause, Emma spoke. "So let me get this straight…you got jealous because Regina and I were dancing together? Why does it matter to you? Didn't you just say you didn't like me?"

"Like I said, I did a lot of thinking after you left and when I got home." he scratched the back of his neck. Honestly, it did make him a bit jealous. He wasn't use to Emma getting that kind of attention from someone else. "I'm not saying that we need to be your boyfriend and you my girlfriend…lets just to see what happens. All I can is give it a chance, right?" Emma didn't know what to do. This was her dream! This was how it was supposed to have been a month or so ago. The thought soured her mood.

"I guess so."

"You guess so?" he shook his head completely befuddled. "You just said not too long ago that you wanted to be with me and at the prom you ran off when I didn't kiss you! What…what is going on?" he cross his arms in his letterman jacket, patiently waiting her response.

Her insides were pushing and pulling her in all different directions. She did want this, but not with Regina in the mix…after her first orgasm with another person and nothing really happened, she didn't know what the hell to do. This was the moment she had been waiting for; was it too late? "Maybe friends with benefits? Like kissing, holding hands, and cuddling? I'm not ready to jump in bed or anything."

Graham let out an explosive laugh. "Oh God no, I know you're not!" she shot daggers at him. "Not that you wouldn't know or anything…well, you might. I don't know. But I agree with you. Friends with benefits works for me." Emma smiled at him genuinely as she peered down at her. He caressed her cheek lightly. However, her stomach was in knots. Already this felt completely different. "Shall we rectify this situation?" he grinned. Emma nodded, apathetically, not very excited as she should have been. He leaned in and planted a, what Graham thought to be soft, kiss onto her lips. This is definatly not what I thought. He continued kissing Emma, his scruffy facial hair against hers made her face itch. This kiss had nothing on what she and Regina shared and it certainly wasn't as dreamy as she expected it to be.

When it finally ended, Emma couldn't have been more relived. She wiped her mouth to get the wetness off her lips. He started at Emma with bewilderment. "Wow, that was great." he breathed. "Much better than I thought."

Emma offered a smile as she backed away, trying desperately not to give away her feelings. I think confused doesn't even cover it anymore, she thought. What am I going to do now? She was so lost in thought she didn't even notice Graham pulling her into an embrace. He was warm…almost too warm for her comfort. It was probably caused by the extra hair on his chest that she felt through his shirt when she pressed herself against him. "This is nice." she croaked. "Wanna go get a milkshake?" changing the subject, trying to figure out a way of the embrace.

"That sounds like a perfect idea." He smiled as he kissed the top of her head. Wow something really changed with him. "Take my car?"

"Nah, I'll drive. See you there." She wiggled her way out of his arms to her yellow 2000 Volkswagen bug and waved. When she sat down in the drivers seat, her head fell forward onto the steering wheel. "Oh God, what am I doing?"

At Granny's they ordered their regular order of burgers and fries with two large chocolate shakes. It felt somewhat the same, yet different. Graham paid much more attention to her than he had in the past. It was different. If this would have happened a month ago, she would have been ecstatic; but something changed inside Emma. Something she was unfamiliar with…lust. Curiosity peaked her interest as Graham began enthralling himself into conversation about senior year. She knew what it felt like to be in love…she was in love with Graham…Right? Yet, it didn't feel quite the same as it did not that long ago. Instead, she wanted to be with Regina. She wondered if she would do the same things as Graham was doing, talk about the same things or would it be completely different.

With everything that happened within the past twenty-four hours, Emma's body was on a high. Her libido was buzzing with interest and wanted to know more…she wanted to feel more. She started day dreaming about what it would be like to see Regina naked…how she would feel against her and inside her. She knew it was wrong…well…to her, it felt that way. The only other normalcy she thought was straight. Which is what she thought she was. But, things were changing now and her inquisitive interest was not sated. Emma's mind wondered into last night when Regina was pressed against her, thrusting her hips into her core. It had felt so heavenly! The way she looked at her when her orgasm came crashing down, made her heart lunge into her throat. Then she wondered, into dangerous territory…how Regina felt when she never got her release.

"Emma are you listening to me?" Graham questioned, waving a hand in front of Emma's face before popping a fry into his mouth. Her face was a vibrant red, trying to shake her thoughts away, she peering into his deep blue eyes. "You okay there chief? You look flustered."

"Yeah," she huffed. "I'm fine, I just think I'm gonna head home though. I just remembered I have some homework to do." she lied. She needed to see Regina. "I'll talk to you later." she stood rapidly, slamming some leftover cash from her allowance. He gave a confused gaze before shaking his head with a chuckle.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was no answer. Emma was starting to feel ridiculous. Oh shit, that's right! She was going on a picnic with her mom. Fuck! She thought. Just as she turned, the door opened.

"Emma? What are you doing here?" Regina rasped. When Emma turned around, she noticed she had changed into a grey and black wool skirt with black tights and a black cami, her hair pushed back from her plaid headband. She looked amazing. There was no more denying it. Emma Swan had the hots for Regina Mills.

"Oh, um…" her words failing her as her eyes raked up the brunette's body. "I-I thought you were supposed to go on a picnic with your mom?" taking a step closer.

Regina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "She got called to the hospital." Emma stepped even closer, noticing the music playing in the background.

"I don't wanna be angry no more

You're the one who could never stand for this

So when you tell me that you love me no for sure

I don't want to be lonely anymore."

"I didn't know you were a Rob Thomas fan." trying to change the subject. Well, I'm here now, can't turn back now. Buck up Swan! There was something about Regina that made her feel brave. "So, your mom isn't home?"

"Yeah, he's another one of my favorite artist." Regina glanced at Emma, noticing something a spark in her eyes. "And no, she isn't." She continued to glare at the blonde in front of her. "Emma, not that I'm delighted to see you, but…I'm trying to finish up some-"

Regina didn't get a chance to finished her sentence or her thought. Pink lips came crashing into her, shoving her into the foyer of the mansion. Emma gripped Regina's toned biceps, shoving her against the door, slamming it shut in the process. Oh yes, this is what it's supposed to feel like, she thought. Regina wanted to shove her off of her and ask what the meaning of this was, but the blonde's mouth felt too good to say anything. She was in a rather foul mood today when she came home. First, no release, then her mom was called away to the hospital. Emma took charge of Regina, placing hot, wet kisses along her neck, licking up to her ear, erupting a moan from the brunette. "Emma!" she gasped as Emma began running her hands up and down her sides, grabbing a handful of Regina's ass before picking up a leg, scratching the outside of her thigh. "EMMA!" She screamed.

"I-I want to make you feel good." the blonde rasped. "I want you to come for me. You were left high and dry last night." As she was saying all this, she had no idea how to make her feel good. She just knew from what she saw in movies and from what she read from romance novels. They stared at each other for a heated moment before Regina grabbed Emma's wrist, dragging her to the couch, then throwing her down.

Is this it? Am about to lose my v-card? The blonde thought as Regina jumped onto her lap. No. This is about Regina's pleasure…that's not the same thing…is it? Her racing thoughts came to a solid halt when Regina began to grind on Emma's jeans, her skirt hiking up to her waist. When the leggings became too warm, she extracted them from her body. "Are you hot Em-ma?"

"Y-yes. Very."

"Take off your pants." Regina demanded as she moved to the side to help pull off the denim. When she landed back in Emma's laps, they both let out a breath of relief. Regina leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to come so hard on your leg." When Emma was about to question, she placed a single digit over her lips. "Shh, this is about what I want, and I want to fuck myself this way, do you understand?" she's so…so…goddamn sexy! "I want you to feel me on you. My wetness." she husked. Emma nodded, her mouth hanging open, hands gripping her hips. Regina moved the thin fabric aside, slowly lowering herself onto Emma's strong leg. Both let out a breathy moan.

"Jesus! You're so wet." Emma heaved, feeling the slightly scratchy hair on her core. She reveled in it for a moment before her attention went to the brunette's face.

"Because of you." Regina began rolling her hips, her hands fisting into Emma's hair. Her tongue begging for entrance, which was granted. Their tongues swirled around before Regina began sucking on it softly, which made Emma groan in pleasure, flexing her fingers deeper into her ass cheeks. She's so soft. She felt her next move was ridiculous, but she did it anyway and slapped her. Regina jumped, baring into her eyes darkly.

"Did I do something wrong?" her nerves jittered.

"No, do it again." Commanding more than asking. Emma did it again, making a loud pop throughout the living room. Regina began thrusting faster until she started sliding from her essence. Emma's short nails digging into her skin was painfully delicious. Which was new for Regina, but she never wanted this feeling to end. She bucked and bucked until her orgasm ripped through her violently. Her hand rushing to her needy clit, rubbing furiously, climaxing higher and harder. "OH FUCK EMMA!"

"Fuck Regina!" Emma whispered. She needed so do something. So lost in the moment, she thought of what she did when she masturbated, how her fingers pumped in and out of her. Feeling bolder than before, she slid one hand over her thigh and greedily entered Regina. Both of their eyes shot up, one in pleasure, one is surprise. "Regina, you're drenched!" Her core was tight and velvety. It was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced.

"Oh God, Emma, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began rolling her hips onto nimble fingers. "Faster." she begged. Emma gave her what she needed, she pumped in and out of Regina's steaming hot core until another orgasm ripped violently through her. Her hand cramped momentarily before the brunette climbed off of her. She stared at the thick essence that coated her fingers. Just as Emma was about to bring them to her lips, Regina took them from her, popping them into her mouth, sucking hard, moaning at her taste. "Mmm, you don't get to taste, love." she moaned again, making sure no evidence was on her digits. "You need to be mine to taste me." Oh, God. Then let me be yours! Fuck that was hot! Regina leaned back into the cool couch, smirking in victory.

"Shit that was hot." Emma breathed, trying to breath normally.

"Yes, yes it was."