A/N: Phew! This update took me forever. I had to constantly take a break to cool off. ;) This is so far my most favorite chapter. Happy reading!

For the reviewer who asked me if I could have Emma refer to Regina as Queen, you'll be happy to know that I had already added that in there way before reading your review.


CHAPTER 8:

Fires, Fights & Gifts

"Mom!" Henry rushed to his mother as he embraced her tightly. Emma placing a kiss on top of the boy's head, returning every bit of his hug. She wasn't about to get on him for running up to her. She had missed him terribly.

"Hi, kid!" she smiled as her son looked up at her, not letting her go for a second, "You look so good."

"He's been very well." Mary Margaret smiled as she stood by with David.

Emma soon hugged both her parents, having missed their embraces. "I missed you guys so much."

"We've missed you. How big is this house you are looking after?" Mary Margaret asked, looking into her daughter's eyes.

Emma sighed, "It's ginormous."

Mary Margaret smiled, "Well, we are just happy to see you. And, by the looks of it you are doing well." her eyes scanned the blonde, "Is this a new dress? I've never seen this one-"

"Ruby and I went shopping the other day." she lied, looking over at David who had a serious look on his face.

"Sweetheart, why don't you make us some coffee?" David smiled, urging his wife to make her way into the kitchen, which she did, taking Henry along with her. As soon as she was out of the room, David joined Emma on the couch.

The blonde could do nothing more but swallow the lump in her throat. He knew. She knew that somehow, he knew and she was just waiting for the shoe to drop.

"What more do you do in that house besides watch it?" asked David.

Emma's eyes displayed fear for a short moment, but the blonde was quick to shake out of it, "What do you mean?"

"Emma." David paused, looking down at the blonde's dress, "You didn't steal this dress from there, did you?" Emma shifted in her seat, feeling immediate relief. For a moment, she thought he had figured it out.

She smiled, "Dad, come on. You've taught me better."

"I'm sorry." David nodded, feeling ashamed over thinking wrongly, but he had to be sure, "I know you say everything is fine. But, it doesn't feel that way to me."

Emma placed her hand on top of her father's, her smile never leaving her, "Everything is fine. I promise you, I'm alright. You have to trust me on that."

"Why on earth wouldn't she be alright, David?" in came Mary Margaret, holding two cups of coffee as Henry held the third, handing it over to his mother happily as Mary Margaret placed down the other two on the center table. The pixie haired woman looked around the table, "Damn, I forgot the sugar." her eyes looking over at David, "Would you mind?"

David smiled lovingly at his wife as he stood, heading into the kitchen as he searched for the sugar.

Emma's eyes looked down as her mother's hand came up, placing the small container of sugar on top of the table. As she looked up at her, locking eyes, she saw a smug look she had never seen on her have before, "It's always nice to see you truly smile." said her mother.

Emma was silent, but evidently smiled over at her mother, feeling the all to familiarity of their sayings. "How do you truly smile?" she asked.

"You can only truly smile over two main reasons. One being the love a mother has for her son or daughter." she held up her index finger, smiling smugly at Emma.

"What's the second?" asked Emma, no longer smiling as she already had a feeling where this was going as she grew more and more nervous.

Mary Margaret placed her cup back on the table after she had taken a sip from it, her eyes never leaving her daughter's, "The second being… that you've possibly fallen in love." she paused, "And if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were smitten."

Emma sipped quietly at her coffee, her eyes looking away from her mother's as David's voice was suddenly heard from the kitchen, "Sweetheart, did we run out of sugar? I can't find it anywhere."

"Oh, silly me! It's over here by the table." Mary Margaret replied, her eyes never leaving the nervous blonde before her.


Monday came as Emma was already up and dressed for the day. This time choosing a pair of jeans with a casual shirt as she entered the kitchen, retrieving a cupcake she had stored away for today. Already all too familiar with the house, she reached inside a drawer for a single blue candle and lighter, placing it on the cupcake as she lid it. Her body leaned against the counter as she closed her eyes and blew it out. Wishing for the one thing she's always wanted. Henry's well being.

Her eyes opened at the sound of the kitchen door opening behind her as she felt two already familiar hands rest on her waist. Followed by Regina's low seductive voice, "It's your birthday?" she asked, turning Emma around, pinning her against her body and the kitchen counter, "Maybe I shouldn't go into work today and be your gift."

Emma's eyes locked onto Regina's, trying her best to sound just as seductive as the brunette, "Maybe you should."

The brunette's brow raised in surprise at her sudden change, already feeling aroused by her voice alone as it was indeed, very seductive. "Is that an actual invitation, Ms. Swan?"

Emma shrugged teasingly, "Want to find out?" she asked, her lips ghosting over Regina's. Truth is, after enjoying that experience with her in bed that morning, she was left with a burning desire for more. Willingly. She wanted to finally be fucked by Regina Mills. She wanted to see Regina be a woman of her word and finally fuck her senseless.

Regina's hands were quick to slide up the blonde's shirt, her skin so soft it made her impossibly wetter just by the feel of it alone. Her brow raising as she looked into the blonde's eyes in surprise, "No bra?" she smirked, "I wonder if you have been obedient enough as to obeying the rules of your punishment. Let's find out, shall we?" olive hands were quick to snap the button to the blonde's jeans as she pulled the flaps open, her hand sliding in like a snake as gasp was soon heard coming from the blonde, due to long familiar fingers already rubbing at her clit.

Emma released a moan as only the tip of the brunette's finger slowly entered her. Her legs wanting to tighten, but turned to jelly all at once. Regina smirked, enjoying the feel of the blonde's wetness coating her finger as a puddle of her own formed in between her legs. She loved feeling- knowing that Emma actually wanted more.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me." It wasn't a question. Emma was actually daring her to go in deeper.

Regina chuckled, her finger moving teasingly inside Emma, "You should be careful what you wish for, Emma." she teased her as she backed away from her, taking her hand back, "Now I'll have to go to work all worked up. You have no idea how impossible you are making this for me."

Emma pulled Regina back to her, wrapping her arms around the brunette's form this time as her lips instantly found refuge on Regina's neck. Her perfume alone arousing her more. Could this be happening? Did she actually want this? Regina's eyes closed as a small grunt escaped her as she felt a hot and wet tongue glide across her neck, followed by thin lips as they wrapped around the wet skin as they sucked hard.

Okay, so maybe Emma had a little hard time forgetting all about Gabriela. She no longer blamed the girl for being all over her. In fact, anyone who didn't desire Regina Mills had to be off his/her marbles and admitted into an asylum straight away. It was more than clear to Emma that she belonged to Regina for a whole year, but if the brunette was a stubborn one- so was she. And, she wanted everyone to know just that. Regina was hers and hers alone. At least until the year ended.

A low chuckle was heard erupting from the brunette. Was Emma Swan really trying to mark her?

"Are you trying to mark me, Emma?" asked Regina, her low and husky voice whispering into her ear.

Emma ignored her question as she bit down on her neck hard, which she assumed drove Regina crazy judging her sudden grunt she had released then and there. She felt as Regina's hand cupped and tightly squeezed at her ass. That caused the blonde to grab a fistfull of the brunette's hair as she tugged hard, biting down once again- harder.

"Enough!" Regina shouted, backing away from the possessive blonde. She was supposed to be angry at her for daring to mark her. No one ever marked her. But, something about Emma wanting to take control made her rather enjoy it, even if she was now sporting the mother load of all hickeys. Marking her perfect skin. She smiled smugly as she looked Emma over, her thumb and index finger holding on to the blonde's chin, "I'm allowing you to mark me, only because I plan to mark you later." her thumb caressing her thin lips next, "And my mark won't be a simple hickey on the neck. Everyone will know that you belong to me." she leaned in, placing a kiss to the blonde's lips, "I must get going. I'm expecting a package, Sidney can sign for it, but the contents belong to you, so feel free to open it when it arrives."

"What is it?"

"A gift." Regina shrugged as she smirked, not wanting to reveal anything.

"You spent two million dollars on me and you're buying me gifts on top of that?" asked Emma, her brow raised.

"It's as much a gift for me as it is for you." the brunette patted the blonde's ass as she then walked out, leaving her standing in the middle of the kitchen all alone.

Emma had to admit, the idea of receiving a gift piqued her interest. After all, what woman didn't enjoy getting gifts?


A little later, Emma rushed towards the door as the doorbell rang throughout the entire mansion. She pulled open the door as before her stood Sidney with the package in hand, handing it over for her to take after he had already signed for it, "Here you are, Ms. Swan."

Emma smiled sweetly at the man as she took the package from his hands, "Sidney, please. Call me Emma. Just Emma."

Sidney nodded respectfully as he soon turned away, leaving the blonde happy and smiling as she closed the door to the house. She ran into the kitchen, grabbing a hold of a knife from the set that was on top of one of the counters as she ripped through the package like a kid on Christmas morning. Carefully, of course. She didn't want Regina finding her all mutilated.

Her smile soon turned serious as soon as she opened up the stupid thing and read Journelle written all over the tissue paper that was placed inside the box. Followed by a note written in perfectly beautiful cursive handwriting that belonged to no other than Gabriela herself.

Ugh, of course her handwriting is as perfect as she was, Emma thought, her eyes reading over the note:

Dearest Emma,

Regina asked me to send this over to you. It's the best one. She's going to absolutely love it on you. I have to admit that I'm a little jealous. I'm only sorry you and I didn't have enough time to play. Maybe next time.

Enjoy!

Gabriela

Emma was fuming. More than fuming, she was practically boiling. Who did that bitch think she was? And Regina, how the hell did she feel it was okay to have something like this delivered over here for her to wear? Especially after the way she had stormed out of the shop. Wasn't that obvious enough that she was nor will ever be interested in wearing anything that came from that place where Ms. Cha-Cha Heels worked?

Well, if Regina couldn't get the point then, she would now. Emma punched the box in a fit of anger, but that wasn't enough to satisfy her, so she grabbed the box along with the lingerie in her grasp, making her way out the door as she tossed it on the driveway, running back inside as she headed into the laundry room, finally finding what she was searching for. Lighter fluid.

She rushed back into the kitchen, retrieving a box of matches from one of the drawers, running back outside as she soon dumped the lighter fluid all over the box, covering it all too well. The match sounded as she scraped it against the box, tossing it over at the package as flames rose before her. A smirk to her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing there as she watched her masterpiece take shape.

"Ms. Emma, are you alright?" Sidney came running towards the smirking blonde, his mouth dropped open as he stood before the fire in awe.

"I am now, Sidney. Thank you." Emma replied, her eyes looking before Regina's Mercedes as its brakes slammed in front of the fire.

Regina ran out straight out of her car, not caring one bit that she left her door open and the engine still running as the car was parked. She ran straight to the blonde as her eyes fumed in anger at the sight of her little bonfire.

"Your gift was tainted." Emma told Regina matter-of-factly as she walked away towards the house.

Of course, Regina was quick to chase after her, looking over at Sidney as she walked away, "Sidney, get a fire extinguisher and put out that damn fire!"

"Let it burn, Sidney." Emma called out in a bored tone over her shoulder. Not at all caring that a now pissed off brunette was right behind her.

"Emma!" Regina shouted as Emma kept up her walking, "Emma! You stop right this instant or I swear to God-!"

That's when Emma turned on her heels, looking right into those dark eyes before her, "You'll what?" she challenged her, causing the brunette's jaw to tighten and her lip to curl. Emma smirked knowing perfectly well Regina couldn't even come up with anything to say, "That's what I thought." she continued up the staircase as she looked back at Regina, "You know, something's seriously wrong with you Regina Mills. You saw that I was infuriated when we were at your girlfriend's little shop. And yet, for whatever stupid reason, you thought having a woman who obviously still has the hots for my queen send over something that she picked out was a good idea?" she scoffed, not at all realizing what she had said, "And you're supposed to be this big shot business woman?" she made her way up the stairs again only stop as she turned, "Oh, and here…" she dug through her pocket as she tossed the now crumbled note at Regina's feet, "She left a note."

Regina snatched the piece of paper off the floor, her hands stretching it out as her eyes quickly read through it, "Oh for the love of God." she sighed, rushing after her as she entered the house, calling out to Emma as she was halfway up the stairs, "Emma, Gabriela is bisexual. She's also been seeing a man for the past year, but she still can't keep her eyes faithful as she was disappointed when you didn't try on the lingerie. She was hoping that you and her would…"

"Would what?"

Regina's brows shot up, giving the blonde an expectant look.

"You're not serious," Emma said through laughter.

"Well, she didn't come right out and say it, but I know her well enough to be sure of it. I wasn't joking when I said she was interested in you. It's just who she is. Even if you are with me."

Alright, so that was a bit flattering. This whole time Emma thought Regina was just saying that to get a rise out of her, but now it turns out to be true, that someone else other than Regina Mills was into her.

The blonde then chuckled, thinking of Ruby's reaction when she told her the entire story, "Ruby's going to get a kick out of this." she mumbled.

"What?" asked Regina.

"Nothing." Emma shook her head, "This doesn't change anything. You brought that lingerie, even after you knew how much it upset me. So, I'm still angry at you." she turned and kept walking up the stores as she heard Regina practically growl in frustration. But she was too angry to care, for she slammed the bedroom door closed soon after.


Their first fight. Emma had to admit, she felt horrible after an hour had passed and she returned to her normal self. Emma could admit when she was wrong, and she had been. She'd been wrong to act out and burn something that Regina was rather excited about seeing her wear. Not Gabriela, or any other woman- her.

She released a long held sigh as she stood to her feet from the bed, determined to apologize to Regina. She had heard the brunette walk up the stairs earlier as the door next to her slammed hard. She knew exactly where to find her. Emma knocked on the theater door which was still closed, her knock as quiet and tame as a mouse.

She pushed the door open as her head slowly peeked inside, her eyes soon falling on the brunette as she was reclined in one of the theater chairs as a movie played on the screen. She had to admit, this was actually the most relaxed she had seen Regina since they met. Her jacket was tossed to the side.

Emma cleared her throat in attempt of alerting her to her presence.

The brunette's head turned towards Emma, surprising her as she didn't seem at all angry anymore.

"I'm sorry." Emma choked on her apology, because apologizing to the woman who had purchased her as her own personal sex slave wasn't an easy thing to do.

A sigh was heard coming from Regina as her hand patted softly on her own thigh, "Come sit with me awhile."

Emma walked across the room as she perched herself up on the brunette's lap, her arms automatically wrapping around the woman's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, too." Regina's hand caressed Emma's thigh soothingly as she continued, "I guess I wasn't thinking. I just thought you might like the lingerie, and truthfully, I really wanted to see you in it."

Emma could kick herself, "I'm sorry I set it on fire." she mumbled under her breath.

Regina surprisingly chuckled, "Don't be. You're feelings were hurt. To be honest, seeing you that angry actually turned me on. Especially when you called me your queen."

Now it hit her. Had she really said that?

"Well, you are for an entire year." Emma replied, thanking Christ the room was dark to hide her blushing cheeks better. Her eyes moved towards the movie playing on the screen as a guy's ass was now exposed while he fucked some poor girl rather roughly. "I think you can do better than him. You could even use a strap on."

Regina's brow raised as she looked over at Emma, "Oh, really?" she chuckled, "I knew I chose you well." her hand moved away from the blonde's thigh as it now moved up to her breast, taking in an already hardened nipple in between her fingers, "You really do like the rough stuff, don't you?" Emma's eyes closed as she then felt Regina's mouth and teeth take in her hardened nipple on top of her shirt, lightly teasing it, "Hm? Do you want me to do that to you? Have you spread in front of me while I take out the bulge I've been keeping inside my pants, that you neglected to notice because of your outburst?"

Emma's head looked down, her hand reaching in between them as it felt that said bulge. Regina was sporting a strap on, and it was all for them to enjoy. For Emma and Emma alone to enjoy.

She was soaked in a matter of minutes to say the least. And, if that hadn't worked, Regina's eyes looking up into her own would do the trick just right.

"Lift your shirt up for me, darling." her voice low and husky.

For the first time ever, Emma wasn't at all disgusted to do as the woman asked. She was too turned on to feel in any way low towards herself. A moaning sound that came from the brunette herself sent shivers down the blonde's spine as it traveled directly to her sex. She wasn't just wet anymore. She was Niagara Falls wet! Even more so as Regina took in Emma's left nipple, giving it the same treatment as her right, leaving a trail of kisses as she traveled upward towards her ear.

"I have something for you." she whispered into the blonde's ear, as Emma pulled back giving her a wondering look, which her the brunette quickly explain, "I picked it out just for you. I promise. And, I've never given any other woman anything remotely close to it."

"Okay…" Emma was wiry, her eyes staying on Regina at all times as she reached over for a black box that had been resting on the arm of the seat. The brunette handed it over to her, as Emma just stared blankly at it.

"Open it." said Regina.

Emma pulled on the red ribbon that was decorating the box, letting it drop to the floor as she pulled the top off. Her mouth falling open in awe as her eyes landed on a silver cuff bracelet with an oval in the center that was decorated with a well carved out honeycrisp tree with a horse's head right in the middle, just underneath it, and underneath that was a banner with the name Mills written out in the smallest diamonds she had ever seen. It was absolutely beautiful.

Regina took the bracelet from inside the box, placing the box aside as she placed the bracelet on Emma's right hand. "It's my family's crest," she explained. "This will let everyone know that you belong to me. I want you to wear it at all times."

Emma stared into those hypnotizing brown eyes, "This is too much."

"There's a certain standard of living that comes along with being my swan, Emma," she said. "Although we both are aware of the contract that states it, no one else does. It makes sense for you to wear it." her thumb caressed the bracelet softly along with the blonde's wrist, "Besides, I happen to think it looks sexy as hell on you."

Emma nodded quietly, still trying to grasp the reality of what she had just been gifted with.

Before she knew it, Regina pulled her down by her head as she pressed her lips hard on her own in a passionate kiss, filled with desire. Brown eyes growing impossibly darker as their kiss parted, only for the brunette to lift her up as she threw her on the couch. Her hands undoing her pants in one quick motion as the dildo she had between her legs was now noticed.

"That bracelet is so everyone knows that you're mine." Regina quickly undid Emma's jeans, pulling them off with another quick motion, so quick that Emma had been sure had she been wearing any underwear, it would have been ripped off to. She held onto the dildo as she bent down before her, spreading her legs in a rough manner, "This… this is so you will."

A loud moan mixed with a whimper was heard as it came out of the blonde, her eyes shut tightly in place as she felt how hard, how rough and how fast the brunette entered her. And it didn't stop there, as her hips rougly bucked in between Emma's legs, again and again. A loud moan was heard from Regina herself she could feel how the blonde's nails dug roughly into her skin. All the way down to her ass. And, damn did that turn her on more, for she pressed her body more, resting it on Emma's as she continued penetrating every bit of her now soaked sex.

God, she felt amazing. Regina didn't need to have the real thing to know that. Emma was tight, and the very thought of it made her moan even louder as the sounds bursting within her chest mixed with Emma's.

"You feel so amazing wrapped around me, darling." Regina whispered, panting with each hard thrust as a bead of sweat made its way down her temple.

Moan after moan took over Emma, her hand still grasped on the brunette's ass, while her other made its way up as it grabbed a fistful of hair. Regina wasn't joking. She was giving her all she had and much more. And she was loving every minute of it.

"Fuck, Regina…" Emma moaned, which only excited the brunette more as she thrusted impossibly harder. "I can't… I'm gonna…"

Regina moaned louder as she felt Emma bite her lip, her teeth pinching that bit of skin that made it hurt, but still feel good all at once. Keeping up her hard movements even as the blonde came, following her own release soon after. The brunette pressed her forehead against Emma's, both impossibly breathless and exhausted to say the least. Their eyes meeting intensely as well as their lips as tongues danced around each other in hot panting kiss.

This day would sure be written down as the best birthday ever.