A/N: Hi everyone! Here is another chapter for your entertainment. :)


Regina, despite her compromising position pinned against the counter, took control of the kiss and turned to deepen it. She was more than pleased when Emma's hands found their way to the back of her bare thighs.

Emma dragged her fingertips up the smooth flesh, her hands disappearing under the hem of Regina's dress. Their upward momentum slowed as she felt the beginning of the curve which lead into Regina's ass.

Cupping her hands, Emma roughly pulled Regina towards her, forcing their hips to grind slightly. Regina's head detached from Emma's lips and fell back at the sensation.

Eagerly, Emma took advantage of the now available neck and kissed her way down it, redrawing the path her fingers had traveled earlier.

Overwhelmed with desire, and not at all content with her loss of control, Regina displayed a feat of strength Emma didn't know the woman was capable of. With just one push, Regina's hands latched onto Emma's hips and they both began to stumble backwards away from the counter.

They continued their movement backwards until an 'oompf' escaped from Emma's chest when she thudded against a wall. Regina grinned seductively against Emma's lips. Finally, she had a hard surface to work with.

The many things Regina was planning to do to Emma against this wall raced through her head, all of them shattered when a canvas painting that had been previously hanging above them swung violently and fell dangerously near Regina's head.

Emma yanked Regina out of the way and wrapped her arms around her protectively during the canvas's fall. After the painting had clattered to the ground, Emma unclasped her arms, pulling away with a sheepish grin.

While the throbbing between Regina's legs remained, but she couldn't deny how wonderfully comfortable it was encased in Emma's arms.

She looked up from Emma's shoulder, where her head lay. They both burst out into laughter at the situation, not even bothering to glance back at canvas that lay damaged on the ground.

'I've been wanting to do that for awhile now,' Emma grinned as she signed slowly, but confidently. She kissed along Regina's jaw slowly, reveling in the fact that she could do that now.

When she looked up Regina responded, 'Oh have you now?'

"Aw come on, don't sign that fast! I'm not that good yet," Emma whined, unable to focus on the hand motions that Regina was racing through. Her head was already hazy from the sexiness of Regina Mills forcing her against a wall, and signing wasn't natural enough for her yet to just be able to half concentrate on it.

Regina responded by nuzzling her face back into Emma, smiling against her neck. Without any notice, Regina suddenly pulled back, her smiling eyes replaced by vulnerable ones. She took a step back so she had more room to sign.

'What is this to you?'

Emma's face, which first twisted into confusion at the question began to lighten, breaking out into a comfortably state of content.

'What!" Regina signed furiously, obviously frustrated by the woman's lack of answer, and relaxed personna.

"For real?" Emma asked, her chuckle growing as she shook her head at the ridiculousness of the woman.

Regina nodded her head up and down solemnly. What does she mean am I serious? I'm such a fool.

"What is this to me?" Emma repeated incredulously, still not over that Regina had asked that question. Had she not been clear enough?

'Regina. I'm falling in love with you…' she said as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. It felt so good to finally put words to all that she felt inside of her.

Now it was Regina's turn to gape. Emma was was falling in love with her?

'You can't be in love with me' Regina signed, a terrified look on her face.

Emma stared at the adorable woman in front of her and frowned slightly. She knew Regina was thinking that she wasn't good enough. She knew Regina was afraid that she would hold Emma back.

How did she know? Because she knew her. Regina was the sassiest, most difficult, infuriating, kind, thoughtful, beautiful woman she'd ever met. And it was just like her to think that such a great thing would be bound for disaster. Well, I'll just have to change that, Emma thought.

'Why not?' Emma signed back, loving the fact that her practice conversations with Mrs. Hamilton were coming in handy.

'Because, you…you deserve better' Regina replied as her thoughts drifted back to Daniel, He had completely destroyed her.

It wasn't that she was worried about Emma hurting her that way. Emma was, well Emma was basically perfect.

She was more worried that Emma was too good of a person for her. Regina was snippy, short-tempered, and on top of all things, deaf. Her own son thought she was an evil queen because of some book he read for god's sake.

"You're right. I deserve the best," Emma grinned much to Regina's dismay.

Here I am freaking out, and she can't stop laughing! Regina thought to herself.

'Yes…you do,' Regina responded, completely crumpling in defeat. She had no idea what was going on or why Emma couldn't stop smiling, but it didn't look good for her.

"Which is why I'm keeping you for myself." Emma finished, her face hurting from the excessive amount of grinning she had been doing.

It seemed all she had needed was to verbalize exactly how she felt for Regina. Now that it was off her chest, she felt giddy like a child. And so, Emma Swan was what Regina had found so endearing as she got to know the woman, a complete child.

Emma reached down and launched Regina up and over her shoulder, two strong arms encircling her legs.

All of the worrying, the tension, the nerves broke from within Regina. How could she be serious and demand this woman not to love her, when she was currently carrying her over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Additionally, she knew Emma was as stubborn as a bull, and if the woman wanted to love her, she supposed she couldn't change her mind, she thought with a smirk. Thank god for that.

Walking through the kitchen, Emma felt Regina's body shaking from laughter and readjusted the brunette woman on her shoulder, causing her to gain some airtime. This induced light protests on Emma's back from Regina's closed fists, but Emma kept on trekking, now heading up the stairs.

Upon reaching Regina's bed, Emma deposited Regina onto it softly. Regina looked up at Emma, challenging her with every ounce of her body.

'My bedroom? How presumptuous of you.'

Emma crinkled her forehead exaggeratedly, and feigned a look of confusion.

'I'm sorry. I don't know what those signs mean…' she signed with a look that told Regina she knew exactly what those signs meant.

Regina wrapped an arm around Emma's neck and pulled her onto the bed affectionately. Emma rolled her body onto Regina's as they molded together deliciously.

Now on top of Regina, Emma rested on her elbows and pushed Regina's hair back from her face. She leaned down and kissed Regina slowly, sucking on her bottom lip.

Regina, who had been previously distracted from the need that resided between her thighs, became acutely aware as Emma's thigh shifted between hers. But what was with this whole Emma on top situation? The woman needed to learn.

The brunette woman put a hand up to Emma's shoulder and pushed her off of her. Emma gave Regina a puzzled look as she rolled onto the bed next to where Regina lay. Slowly but surely, Regina stood next to the bed and waggled a finger seductively at Emma to come closer.

Entranced, Emma shifted closer to where Regina stood as she turned to her side pointing at the zipper on her dress. With pleasure, Emma obliged, kissing the skin that slowly become available as she dragged the little metal tag down.

When the zipper was all the way down, the dress fell to the floor and pooled on the carpet. Emma's jaw followed along with it, dropping at the beauty of olive skin barely covered in black lace.

Regina crawled back on the bed and straddled Emma, their centers hovering dangerously close. Emma whimpered as Regina slid her hands down her legs, pushing her dress up and over Emma's head with only a little adjustment.

Their chests heaved as they drank in the expanses of each other's bodies. Regina was the first move, placing her weight onto Emma in order to meet her in a needy kiss.

A needy kiss that quickly spiraled out of control. Because with that single kiss came Regina's fingernails scratching at Emma's back, Emma's teeth dragging along Regina's olive skin, and kisses placed on both throbbing cores.

With that kiss, not only were both women brought to a bliss they never knew to be possible, it was also the harbinger of something else.

Regina felt her walls tightening against Emma's fingers that thrust in and out of her with skilled precision. Her back bowed off the bed and her hands clutched the sheet that had crumpled around her. With one final swipe of Emma's tongue, Regina tumbled over the edge.

"Emma…" she moaned as the waves of pleasure crashed into her violently. Her body pulsated and jerked as it was slowly brought down from the heightened awareness.

Emma's entire body stilled, her head shooting out between Regina's legs to look up at the brunette's face.

Every muscle in Regina's body relaxed before doing exactly the opposite and tensing up completely. Her eyes opened wide as she realized she had just said Emma's name out loud, mid-orgasm.

She had felt her throat rumbling with sound, something so uncommon that to speak actually felt strangely. Whether it was remnant from her childhood when her mother told her not to "because she sounded uneducated" or because she prided herself on a state of control she could not have when it came to words, speaking was something that had come so foreign to her that she couldn't even remember the last time she had.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.' She stopped when she saw Emma's eyes, which were pooling with tears. Emma crawled up Regina as fast as she possibly could and pressed her lips against Regina's with all the passion she could muster.

'Sorry?' Emma signed back with admiration plastered on her face. 'That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard'.

Regina's still tense body relaxed as a soft smile began to grow on her face. Would this woman ever stop being so accepting of everything she was? She hoped not.

Emma lowered her head to Regina's chest where she listened to the constant and steady beating of Regina's heart. Below her, Regina ran her fingers through Emma's hair, scraping her nails against her scalp. Emma groaned, reveling in the sensation and sending vibrations along Regina's chest.

In such a perfect state of serenity, Regina'a mind rested blankly before a realization of harsh reality hit her. Dinner. She pushed Emma off and hopped off the bed signing to Emma's questioning eyes.

'We forgot the dinner in the oven.'

Emma processed the signals and she jumped out of the bed as well. The two raced down the stairs. When they ran in, black smoke was billowing out of the oven. It was a surprise the smoke detector didn't go off yet.

The thought which was slightly concerning was pushed into the back of Regina's brain as she focused on the unstable situation in front of her.

She grabbed oven mitts from the counter, wrenched the oven open and pulled out the asparagus, which were now black stalks of char.

Emma on the other hand pulled the now burning slop of severely overcooked rice off the stove and turned off the burner. The fish remained sitting on the counter along with the sauce that was intended to cover it.

Now that the situation was controlled, the two woman took a moment to look at each other. Emma started cracking up so hard her signing was rudimentary at best.

'I told you everything I cook burns!'

Regina couldn't help but join her in laughing. It was true, even with the expertise that Regina held in the kitchen, the blonde still managed the ruin a meal.

'It doesn't really matter, I was only using cooking lessons to lure you into my clutches'

Regina responded with a grin now, her confidence was rapidly returning.

'Is that so?' Emma replied with her eyebrows raised, her lips itching to taste Regina's lips again. She couldn't get enough.

But her need for Regina's lips were overwhelmed by her stomach, which was now growling out of control. Emma placed a hand on top of it in efforts to still it.

'Maybe we should order a pizza.' Emma shot a hopeful look at Regina whose noise crinkled unpleasantly.

'It's so greasy'

'But it's so delicious' she signed back with an adorable pleading look on her face, one remarkably similar to the one Henry had mastered.