Wasn't expecting the ending to go quite the way it did, but hopefully it doesn't change things too much too quickly. Enjoy. :)


Emma drove straight to the Mayor's house.

108 Mifflin Street.

She smiled as she stared up at the grand white house with black paneling around the windows. She came up the walkway with her hands in her pockets, her shoulders relaxed.

She took a minute to enjoy her victory as she stood on the front porch before she rang the doorbell.

After a moment, a blonde woman Emma didn't recognize answered the door.

"Hi," the woman politely greeted with a smile. "Are you looking for the Mayor?"

"No, actually. I'm here for Henry," Emma said as she tried not to tense out of discomfort.

The woman looked over Emma, bewildered as she kept a hand on the door.

"I'm Emma," she introduced herself after a moment. "Regina probably didn't tell you about me. I'm...Henry's birth mother."

Henry, as if on cue, bounded down the stairs and beamed when he saw her.

"Emma!"

Emma smiled.

"Hey, kid!"

"I'm going to need to call Regina and confirm this."

"Okay. I can wait."

"Um, all right. Come in," Katherine warily stepped aside to let Emma through the doorway.

"What are you doing here," Henry asked as he led Emma into the dining room.

"I'm gonna spend the day with you."

"My mom will never go for that," Henry shook his head.

"Oh, I think she will. She and I came to an agreement. I'm gonna spend one day on the weekends with you and we'll get to spend a little time after school together on weekdays."

"And my mom's okay with that," Henry disbelievingly asked.

"I...made your mom an offer she couldn't refuse," Emma thought quickly on her feet and explained.

Katherine picked the phone in the kitchen and called Regina. She waited a few rings before the brunette answered.

"Hey, Regina. ...No, everything's fine. Henry's okay, but there's a woman here. Emma."

Emma looked at Katherine and watched the woman's reactions as she talked to Regina.

"Yes, she says she's here for Henry," Katherine continued.

Emma looked over at Henry as they waited by the dining room table. She nervously picked at the white table cloth and smiled down at the boy.

He smiled back at her and she rewarded him by brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face with her fingers.

"Oh, okay. No, that's fine. Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Katherine hung up and sighed to regain her composure as she moved from the kitchen to the dining room.

"I'm sorry if I seemed rude. It's just that I usually watch Henry on Sundays and when Regina left for work this morning, she didn't mention you'd be coming by today."

"Oh, that's my fault. I went down to her office and told her I wanted to spend the day with him not too long ago. She didn't know then."

"Oh...well," Katherine started then trailed off before she looked to Henry. "Guess I'll see you later, Henry."

She smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder before she turned back to Emma.

"I'm Katherine, by the way. I'm a friend of Regina's."

"Hi," Emma smiled at Katherine.

"It was nice to meet you."

"It was nice meeting you," Emma nodded.

"I should be on my way."

"Yeah, us too."

"We're not staying here," Henry asked Emma.

"No. I've got to get to the station and I thought I'd bring you with me. Is that okay?"

"Yeah!"

Emma chuckled.

"I'll walk you out," Katherine said as she headed for the door.

Emma and Henry followed.

Katherine got into her car she'd parked in the driveway while Emma and Henry got into the bug parked on the curb.

Emma could've parked in the driveway out of defiance and for the simple fact that Regina wouldn't know if she'd parked there.

For some unknown reason, Emma thought about what it'd be like to park in the Mayor's driveway. The thought didn't last long as Henry brought Emma back to reality.

"So, have you thought any more about what I told you?"

"Told me about what," Emma glanced at Henry and frowned as she headed to the station.

"My mom? She hasn't used magic lately, but I know she can."

"You're still trying to convince me she's the Evil Queen?"

"Because she is! Everyone in town...they're all in the book."

Emma sighed.

"Kid, fairytales...they're stories. They're meant to inspire us and take us away from reality, you know? Give us hope."

Henry sighed in frustration.

"But she has magic here. Whatever deal you made with my mom to spend more time with me, it's bad. She won't stop until she wins and you're in her way."

"I'm trying to be in her way."

"Why?"

When Emma really thought about it, there was more than one reason. She opted to give Henry a PG explanation.

"To get to her. I want to prove her wrong."

"How are you gonna do that? You don't believe you're the Savior. What could you have to prove?"

"That she isn't better than me."

Henry didn't understand. He didn't try to understand by asking her what she meant. He kept quiet and looked out the window.

"Just be careful around her. You don't believe me now, but you will."

"You keep saying that."

"I mean it."

Emma shook her head with a smile.

"Determined, stubborn. You're starting to sound like me."

"And her."

Emma furrowed her brow.

Henry noticed and elaborated.

"You and my mom aren't so different. She fights to have control, which helps her protect herself, and you fight to protect people, including yourself."

Emma thought about it for a moment. Though she hadn't known him or Regina long, he had a point. Maybe her stubbornness was what made it easy for her to go toe to toe with the town's most feared citizen.

"So...you're gonna pick me up from school? Like every day," Henry asked.

Emma snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at Henry. His face showed pure, innocent hope that what she said was true. It made her smile.

"Yeah. How do you feel about that?"

"Happy! I can't believe my mom agreed to it, but...I'm glad she did," he beamed.

Emma's smile widened.

"Me too," she softly admitted after a moment as she turned and looked back at the road.


After a fifteen minute drive, Emma and Henry arrived at the station. Henry was quick to get out of the car with a bounce in his step as he rushed to the locked doors.

He looked back at Emma as she shut her car door. When she smiled at him and started to walk over to the station doors, he waved her over with urgency.

"Come on," he said as she got closer.

"Why do I feel like you're more excited about my job than I am?"

"Being here with you is like 'take your kid to work day.' It's a fun way to bond with you, with my mom."

Emma nervously smiled at him as she moved to unlock the doors. She felt a pang tug at her heart as he said "mom" in reference to her. She wanted to be his mom, at least one of them, like she should've been ten years prior. Regina had been that for him when she couldn't, though, and the more she thought about it, the more she feared that ruined her chances of truly being his mom. The more she looked at his precious face, seeing how much he believed in her, she hated herself for missing all his firsts. His first steps, his first birthday, his first words. She even hated herself for missing the bad firsts like his first fever, his first fall, his first boo boo.

She opened the doors and stepped back to let Henry run inside before her.

He cheerfully rounded the corner and jogged down the hall while she smiled to herself and closed the door behind her.

She slowly, less enthusiastically walked inside and followed Henry's lead.

He waited for her outside Emma's office with a little more patience than he had at the station entrance, but Emma knew he wanted to get inside as quickly as possible.

She took longer strides to get to him faster and unlocked her office. Again, she let him in first and watched as he went straight to her desk chair.

He made himself comfortable and spun side to side in the chair a couple times. He pulled the chair closer to the desk and started to look through the paperwork sprawled out on top of it.

"You've got a lot of stuff to do," he said as Emma took a seat on the other side of the desk.

"Yeah."

"Can I help you with it?"

Emma tilted her head as she thought about it.

"Maybe. Most of them are just complaints, city ordinance claims. A little less than half of them involve having a conversation with your mom about property laws."

"Is that why you're avoiding all this?"

Emma chuckled.

"Yeah. The last thing I want to do is talk to her about city laws. Most of the complaints are probably things I can't do a thing about with property lines and all those neighborly grudges."

Henry smiled.

"I'd pay to see you and my mom talking about all this."

"Well, eventually I'm gonna have to meet with her about it, or at least borrow the code book or whatever has all the information about this from her."

"Can I be there when that happens," he asked as he sat up straight in the chair.

Emma laughed and shook her head.

"Definitely not."

Henry frowned and sunk back in the chair.

"I'm gonna review the files before I go to her. I want to know what I'm dealing with, what I can fix so your mom doesn't think I'm wasting her time. You know how she gets about that."

Henry nodded.

"So what can I do to help while I'm here," he asked.

"Um, well, I guess you could help me put clean sheets in the cells for starters."

"Wow. I knew this town was boring, but do you have to do that kind of stuff every day?"

Emma laughed.

"No. I try to switch the sheets every week. If someone stays in one of the cells, though, I make sure to change those sheets as soon as possible after their discharge."

"So...crime fighting number one, cleanliness number two on the Sheriff's top priorities list," he joked.

"You got it," she smiled and pointed at him.

She looked at him for a moment as he looked back down at the case files that took over her desk. He opened one up and she furrowed her brow as a thought came into her head, a way to help them bond like Henry wanted.

"I don't know if you're aware of this, but...I'm looking for a deputy. With all the time I'm gonna be spending with you, why don't you be my deputy?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. You can help me every weekend. For the whole day we're together if you want."

"Awesome!"

"Now, is there a day on the weekend you prefer or are you okay with whatever day I can hang out with you?"

"Any day is fine," he smiled.

"Great. I'm thinking I'll take you every Saturday so I don't keep Katherine from spending time with you."

"Katherine's nice, but I rather spend the day with you."

"Well, I'm not saying you wouldn't spend the day with me, just not Sundays."

"On Saturdays, my mom tries to take me to work with her. I spend at least half the day with her and then the other half with Archie."

"Your therapist?"

"Yeah. My mom drops me off at his office before she goes to work and then she picks me up during her lunch break. I spend the rest of the day at her office."

"And you want to keep doing that?"

"I like Archie...and his dog Pongo. And...my mom seems to like it when I'm around, even when she's busy working, so I don't mind."

Emma nodded. She knew what it was like to live a life without Henry. She didn't want Regina to ever know that feeling of emptiness she did after Henry found her, like her life meant absolutely nothing until he walked through the door. She may have wanted to tangle with the brunette, but she didn't need to use Henry to crush her.

"Okay. I guess every Sunday then you'll be my deputy," she smiled across the desk at him.

He smiled back and flashed his teeth, ecstatic.

"What about after school on weekdays?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be an adventure, would it. Every day after school lets out is gonna be a surprise. What do you think?"

"You're the coolest."

"Thanks."

"We're gonna have so much fun."

It warmed her heart to hear those words from him. Her number one goal then would be to make sure she never let him down.

"Yeah, even while we put those sheets in the cells," Emma said as she stood up. "Come on."

Henry jumped out of her chair and followed her out of the office.

Emma opened the supply closet in the hallway and grabbed a few sheets off one of the top shelves. She looked down to see Henry waiting at her side and handed the sheets down to him.

When he seemed to have a firm grip on them, she let go and shut the closet. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him toward the cells that lined the far wall of the work room as the sheets blocked his vision. She gently pushed him forward and guided him over to the cells.

She unlocked the first cell she brought him to and took one of the bed sheets from him.

Henry peeked over the top of the other two sheets in his hands and watched Emma pull off the dirty sheet and replace it with the clean one.

She brushed off the pillow, no case for it or any of the others in the remaining cells, then folded up the dirty bed sheet and tossed it over her right shoulder as she walked back toward Henry.

Henry stepped out of the doorway of the cell to let Emma through and watched her head to the next cell.

"You wanna do this one, kid," she asked as she unlocked the second cell.

"Yeah," he answered from behind the sheets.

Emma smiled and pulled open the cell door. As Henry approached the cell, she grabbed the top sheet in his hand and walked over to her old desk. She set the dirty sheet on top of it while she continued to hold the other clean sheet then made her way back to the doorway of the cell Henry was in.

Henry did as Emma had in the first cell and replaced the dirty sheet. He folded it up and dusted off the pillow then left the cell.

"Looks good," Emma complemented his work.

"Thanks."

Henry looked over at the desk Emma had placed the dirty sheet on and headed over to it. He set the sheet he'd collected from the cell on top of the one already on the desk and turned to Emma with a prideful smile.

Emma smiled back.

"I can already tell I made the right decision hiring you," she told him.

He chuckled.

"One cell left. You wanna handle it, Deputy?"

He walked up to Emma and took the clean sheet from her hand then grabbed the keys.

"Gladly," he answered as he walked past her and unlocked the last cell.

Emma watched him with a smile plastered clear across her face.

He struggled a little to find the right key to unlock the cell, but was quickly successful and used a lot of the strength he had to pull open the heavy door. Once inside, he repeated his actions for the previous cell and confidently strode out with the dirty sheet folded over his right forearm. He placed it on top of the other sheets on the desk and looked back at Emma as she stepped toward him.

He handed over the keys and she took them with a wider smile than she had as she'd watched him work. She rustled up his hair, something she'd already done once that day that he quickly realized he'd enjoyed, then removed the sheets from the desk.

"I'll wash these tonight at Mary Margaret's. I'll put them in the supply closet tomorrow morning for next week," Emma told Henry as she walked toward the closet. "Until then, I'll keep them on the second to last shelf near the bottom of the closet."

Henry followed her to the gray supply closet that wasn't much bigger than the linen closet outside the bathroom on the second floor of his house.

"I don't usually keep the closet locked so next weekend, if you want to start on this right away, you can do all yourself."

"Okay."

Emma shut the closet then looked down at Henry again.

"Alright, now that that's done, why don't you and I look over all those forms in my office."

"Now you're speaking my language," Henry nodded.

Emma shook her head and giggled.

"You're a goof ball."

"Must be genetics."

Emma's jaw dropped, though she still had a hint of a smile on her face as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, really. You think I'm a goof ball?"

"Yep."

"You don't even know me like that," she kept up their playful conversation.

"Well, I know I don't get it from my mom," he gave her a hinting look.

She rolled her eyes with a grin.

"Then I guess I need to watch myself around you. I don't want you to actually witness me being a goof ball. You have no idea what that would do to my reputation."

He chuckled.

"It's okay. I'd still like you if I saw you being a goof ball," he sweetly confessed.

"Good, because I still like you even though you're without a doubt a goof ball."

He laughed.

"Cool, but I think it's time we get to work. There's a lot of paperwork to get through and I want to make sure we get through at least half of it today."

"Look at you, Mr. Professional."

"What? I don't want you to get too busy you can't see me."

"No, that would never happen. Nothing could more important than being with you."

"You mean that?"

"Of course. I may have given you up, but I didn't do it to be selfish. I didn't do it because I didn't want you. I did it to give you your best chance."

He paused as he thought about it.

"Do you still think my mom is my best chance?"

"Kid, your mom may be a lot of things, but a quitter isn't one of them. Just like fighting with me, she's not gonna stop fighting for you. You're lucky to have her in your life."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"What? Henry, come on. She's your mom. You love her, don't you?"

"Yeah, I mean, she did raise me and...she's been there for me."

"Exactly. She was there for you when I couldn't be. Even though I'm here now, doesn't mean you should just abandon her. Promise me you won't lose sight of that."

Henry scrunched up his face and took her words to heart.

"Okay."

"Good," Emma slowly smiled as she spoke after a moment. "Let's get to that paperwork. We've got plenty to get through before lunch."


After a few hours of working at the station, Emma took Henry to Granny's for lunch around one.

"I know your mom probably wouldn't approve, but order whatever you want and that goes for every Sunday from now on," Emma told Henry as they sat down at one of the tables in the middle of the diner.

"Yes," Henry hissed with victory. "This is gonna be awesome."

Emma smiled as Ruby walked out from behind the counter and sidled up to their table.

"Hey," Ruby greeted with a large smile spread across her face. "It's nice to see you two here together. What's the occasion?"

"My deputy and I need to refuel before we go back to staring at a huge, disorganized pile of paperwork," Emma informed her.

"Deputy, huh," she asked as she looked from Emma to Henry.

"Yeah," he smiled back at her.

"And what does the new deputy like to eat? The last one we had in this town had a pretty big appetite."

Henry chuckled as Ruby and Emma looked at each other. He watched Ruby laugh under her breath and wink at Emma before he held up a menu and scanned through it.

Ruby looked back at Henry and waited for him to decide on something.

"Um," Henry hummed as he started to scrutinize over his choices. "I think I'll have the Classic Burger with cheese and extra pickles...with a side of fries and mashed potatoes."

"Mashed potatoes and fries," Emma asked with a puzzled expression. "Don't you think that's way too much potatoes for one day?"

"You're right. Instead of the mashed potatoes, can I get two dinner rolls?"

"Sure thing," Ruby smiled at him. "And for you, Emma? Your usual?"

"Actually, I think I'll try something different today. Can I get the Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and mixed veggies on the side?"

"No problem," Ruby said as she scribbled down her order.

Emma and Henry shared a look.

"Mashed potatoes," he asked.

"Yeah. I was gonna share them with you, but if you're gonna judge..."

"No, mashed potatoes is fine," he quickly corrected with wide eyes.

Ruby and Emma laughed.

"I'll also bring out a plate of Granny's famous sweet bread," Ruby added as her laughter died down. "She's been perfecting it for years and last week, she made her best batch I've ever tasted. She's never shared it with anyone but me, but we've got some in the back that I'm sure you two will love while you wait for your food."

"Thanks, Ruby," Emma said.

"Free of charge, too," Ruby added.

"Oh, I don't mind paying for it. If it's as good as you say it is, I'd love to help Granny market it to the general public."

"You can do that without paying for it. You'll be the first to try it outside the family so if you like it, rave about it and that'll be your payment. Plus, Granny's still unsure about serving it here. She's worried it's good enough."

"Nonsense. I'll be the one to determine that."

"Okay. I'll be right back," Ruby said before she spun on her heels and disappeared into the kitchen.

"That's a big order you made," Emma said to Henry as she directed her attention back to him.

"You said to get whatever I want. My mom doesn't really let me eat burgers. I thought now would be the best time to have one."

"As long as it doesn't fill you up, I respect your decision. Your mom will kill me if you don't eat your dinner."

"There's still plenty of time before dinner and I might not even finish my lunch so there should still be room for whatever my mom cooks."

"I'll take your word for it, but you better not being lying to me or it's my butt on the line."

Henry smiled.

"If it ends up being a lie, I didn't want it to be."

"Then I guess I won't hold it against you later if that's the case."

"Now that we're talking about dinner, do you think you could stay tonight?"

"For dinner? At your house?"

"Yeah."

"We already tried that. You're mom wasn't too thrilled."

"So? I liked eating with you. Most of the time it's awkward with my mom. She won't know what to talk about so she just asks me about school. Lately, she's asked me if I've run into you, but that was before she let you hang out with me. I don't know. It's...better when you're around."

"Better for who?"

"Me. I think...having my mom talk about anything other than school or talking at all is better than silent or boring dinners, even if that means she's mean to you. That sounds bad, but-"

"No, it's okay. I think I get it. You don't like how uncomfortable things are between you and her during dinner and when I was there, it gave you two something to talk about. And it also gave us time to talk."

"Right."

"Look, I don't think you're mom's gonna be too happy about it, but I'll ask her if it'll make you happy."

"It will. Maybe we could even have a dinner together, the three of us, every month."

"I don't know, kid."

"I know. It's a lot to ask. Right now, I'm only asking for tonight, but I think we can make it work."

Emma forced another nervous smile. He had high hopes of being in the same room as her and Regina. She guessed it had something to do with wanting to spend a good amount of time with both of his mothers, but beyond that she had no idea why he was adamant to put the two of them in the same room for a considerably long time when he knew they didn't get along. It also didn't make any sense when he kept trying to prove to her that Regina was the Evil Queen and warned her to be careful around the brunette.

At that point, it didn't matter. As much as she wanted to get under Regina's skin, as much as that task meant to her in terms of keeping her in town, she also stayed for Henry. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to not only make sure he was okay, but happy as well. She wanted to make sure he didn't suffer the same dreary childhood she did. She wanted to make sure he didn't travel down the same dangerous and lonely path.

I don't want you to be like me, Emma thought as she looked into his soulful hazel eyes.

Maybe Ruby was right. Maybe being around Regina was getting to her as much as she thought she was getting to Regina. It didn't take much for her to doubt or think badly about herself, but Regina's words slowly started to seep from the back of her mind to the front as she looked at him.

She was a fool to love Neal. She was a fool to think that the first guy that opened a door for her was worth her affection. Though Regina's words were more harsh than the way Emma thought back on the situation, she believed there was truth to it.

She shook her head to shake the negative thoughts from her mind. The day with Henry was going too well for small moments of saddening reflection to ruin it.

"I'm a big fan of milkshakes," she smiled at Henry. "Thick and chocolatey. That's the way I like 'em. Want to order one with me?"

"Share one?"

"Yeah, or you could get your own. It's up to you."

Ruby came back with the bread and placed it on the table between the two of them.

"Your food should be out within the next five or ten minutes," she said as she pulled away from the table.

"Can we get a large chocolate milkshake? With two straws," Henry asked, a little louder than his normal voice to make sure he would be heard.

"Of course," Ruby exclaimed.

"Thanks," Emma said before Ruby left again.

She briefly watched her friend leave then looked back to Henry.

"I couldn't have asked for a better Sunday," she said.


Since she had Henry with her, Emma closed the station at five thirty, about an hour and half earlier than she normally did. With his help, they managed to separate the paperwork into three different piles, organized by what Emma's ability would be to solve the problems.

For his first day on the job, Henry worked hard to prove his capabilities. Emma didn't want to belittle him by trying to give him a simpler job than looking over the dozens of forms they had to read during shift so she kept her mouth shut and let him work.

He'd been extremely helpful and ended up learning a lot about what he'd read over. It didn't slow them down considering Emma's lack of attention to the paperwork altogether and admittedly, it made her a little proud of Henry.

"You did good work today," she said as she drove Henry home.

"Thanks."

"Are you tired?"

"Maybe a little."

"Still full from lunch?"

He shook his head.

"What time do you get out of school tomorrow?"

"Three."

"Where can I meet you?"

"Out front. There's usually a pick up and drop off area some of the parents go through."

"And what does your mom do?"

"There's a bench near the turn around off to the side of the school. It's still in front, but she can avoid the traffic if she parks the car and meets me at the bench. Usually, she just parks in the fire lane and I run over to the car. Hers is the only one there so she isn't parked too long."

"Would it be okay if I started doing that?"

"Well, your car is the only yellow car I've seen in town so I think you could get away with parking there. I'll probably see you coming from down the street."

Emma laughed.

"You got me there."

He smiled then rested against the passenger side door and closed his eyes.

"Think you can make it through dinner, kid," Emma asked as she glanced between him and the road as they approached Mifflin Street.

"Um hmm," he managed as he started to close his eyes.

Oh boy, Emma thought.

After a few minutes, Emma parked on the curb outside the house with Henry knocked out in the passenger's seat.

She got out of the car and came around to Henry's side. She slowly opened the door and caught him as he started to slide out with it. She gently nudged him back in the seat as she ran a hand through her hair. She looked him over and tried to decide the best way to get him to the house.

She tucked her hands under his arms and lifted him out of the car. She clumsily but carefully rested him against the car on his feet, though she carried his weight, then bent over and grabbed him by the waist. She picked him up and set him over her unbruised shoulder, though the other one protested her every effort to get him inside.

She was surprised that he had slept through her graceless movements, but didn't stop to think about it. She closed the car door and focused on making it up the walkway.

It took her at least an extra minute to make it to the front door, but she made it without dropping him or having to stop to reposition him. She held him close as she turned to ring the doorbell with her left hand and shifted his position on her shoulder only slightly as she waited.

Regina opened the door with a frown as she looked over Henry then Emma.

"What happened?"

"He fell asleep in the car."

"He hasn't done that since he was six. What did you do to him?"

"Nothing. Listen, he's kind of heavy and I'm still sore so could you just let me in?"

"I don't want you in my house."

"Fine. Then why don't you take him and I'll leave you to carry him all the way up the stairs and into his room."

Regina looked at Henry then at Emma. She sighed and stepped aside to let the blonde in as she kept her gaze trained on the floor.

"He's going to miss dinner because of you. He shouldn't skip a meal."

"He had a big lunch. I think he'll live," Emma defended when she reached the stairs.

"I left work early to make dinner because you just had to take him today," Regina started as she followed Emma upstairs. "If Katherine had watched him like she always does every Sunday, she would've gotten dinner started for me and I would've left at my normal time."

"Well, get used to it. Henry wants to spend Sundays with me."

"The hell he does. Sundays are spent here with Katherine."

Emma tried to keep her volume down as she spoke, but anger was apparent in her tone.

"I asked him what day he wanted to be with me. He told me he spends most of his Saturdays with you. I don't want to step on Katherine's toes, but I thought that would be better than cutting into his time with you."

Regina didn't have a response. She looked down at the stairs as they reached the top of the staircase and wondered why Emma would do something nice for her. Then the thought occurred to her that it wasn't for her, but for Henry.

She shook her head.

"Even that isn't a good enough excuse for me to forgive the fact that my son is asleep before seven. He's going to wake up in the middle of the night and stay up for a couple hours then he won't get up for school in the morning."

Emma stopped outside of Henry's room and slowly, carefully turned around to face Regina.

"I'm sorry, okay? He wanted to help me at the station so we did some paperwork. I made sure he was fed and that nothing happened to him while he was with me. That's a lot better than you thought I'd be with him, right?"

Regina looked to the left, away from Emma's intense, angry gaze, but kept her expression stoic and unreadable.

"Next weekend I'll make sure he eats then falls asleep at the appropriate time."

"I don't know if I want you to have him on Sundays."

"Then when I can see him? Unless you want to give up your Saturdays..." she trailed off to give Regina time to answer, but she didn't. "That's what I thought. You better believe I'll fight for Sundays."

Regina looked Emma up and down before she spoke again.

"Get him into his bed and we'll talk."

Emma stared at Regina for a long moment before she turned to face the closed bedroom door then opened it as she held Henry like she had when she rang the doorbell.

She walked into his dark room and took slow, deliberate steps to the bed to make sure she didn't bump into or trip over anything.

Regina folded her arms against her chest and leaned against the doorway as she watched Emma lay Henry down on his bed.

Emma tucked her right arm under his knees and lifted his legs. She grabbed the comforter and pulled it from the head of the bed down toward the foot of the bed. She set his legs down then held up Henry's left foot by the ankle and removed his shoe. She held onto the shoe as she repeated the process for his right foot then tucked him in.

She set his shoes down on the floor on the opposite side of his nightstand, out of his pathway to keep him from tripping over them in the morning.

Emma turned back toward the hallway and noticed Regina watching her. She stood still in the room for a moment before she pushed forward and walked toward the older woman.

Regina didn't bother to step out of the way when Emma reached the doorway. She forced the blonde's arm to brush against hers as Emma made her way into the hall.

Regina grinned at the contact and noted that Emma wasn't aggressive about it. She thought about what shoulder she'd forced Emma to brush against her with and realized it was the left, the shoulder she'd bruised with her heel the other day in the conference room.

Regina bit her lip as she turned away from Henry's room and quietly closed the door behind her.

Emma was already halfway down the stairs when Regina started her descent. When she reached the foyer, Emma spun on her heel and faced the stairs as Regina made her way down the last four steps.

"Are you gonna let me have Sundays with him," Emma wasted no time and asked.

"Let's discuss this in the parlor, shall we," Regina held out her hand as an invitation for Emma to head into the room behind her.

Emma looked from Regina's eyes to her extended hand then sighed and rolled her eyes. She turned around once again, her back to Regina, and made her way into the parlor.

Regina grinned again as she followed close behind the blonde. When she entered the room, she immediately but quietly closed the door behind her.

Emma started to face Regina again, but mid-turn the brunette pushed her onto the couch face first. Emma didn't know what was happening as Regina moved too fast, but she quickly tried to push off the couch to at least sit up.

Regina wouldn't have it, though. She quickly straddled Emma's hips, her center pressed against Emma's lower back through thin, electric blue material. Her skirt tried to limit her movements, but Regina placed one hand between Emma's shoulder blades to keep her on the couch and used the other to tug her skirt up toward her hips.

Emma puffed out a heavy breath of air to push her long blonde locks out of her face as she looked out toward the table.

When Regina's skirt no longer struggled to stretch and move with her, she moved both her hands up Emma's body. Her right hand, the one that had previously worked on her skirt, pushed Emma's shirt up to the middle of her back under her blue leather jacket while her left hand went from between Emma's shoulder blades to her curly tresses.

Regina gently pulled Emma's hair out of her face and toward the back of the couch.

"Let me tell you how this is going to go, Miss Swan," Regina started as she lowered her mouth to Emma's neck and kissed it. "I'm making an addendum to our original agreement."

Regina pushed off of Emma's back with both her hands and sat up. She brought her hands back to Emma's shoulders and tugged Emma's jacket off. She tossed it across the room and lowered her mouth to Emma's right shoulder blade as she pulled the tank top and one of Emma's bra straps down her arm.

Regina smirked as she noticed the color of the bra Emma wore for the day. It matched the underwear Regina wore even as she straddled the younger woman.

She kissed a patch of skin then nipped at it with her teeth in a soft bite.

Emma slowly closed her eyes.

"You can watch Henry on Sundays on one condition."

Regina curled her body into a "C" and pushed Emma's tank top up to the band of her bra. She kissed the middle of Emma's back then bit a little harder than she had on her shoulder blade.

Emma tensed but bucked her hips forward and curved her back into Regina's bite.

"Do you want to hear the condition," Regina asked as she sat up again.

Emma opened her eyes and rested her stomach flat against the couch again.

"Yes."

Regina lifted herself off of Emma's lower back, but kept her knees pressed into the couch. She grabbed Emma's right shoulder and pulled it back toward her to turn the blonde over.

Emma took Regina's cue and helped her. She flipped herself onto her back and stared up at Regina.

"When I call, you come."

Emma looked at her quizzically.

"If I want you to fuck me or if I want to fuck you, I'll send you a text. No matter what you're doing, no matter who you're with, you drop everything to satisfy me. Are we clear?"

It seemed easy enough, but Emma felt herself resist.

"What if I don't like that condition?"

"Then Sundays are off."

"And if I agree? Sundays are mine?"

"Yes."

"What about after school? That's still on the table, right?"

"Of course."

"Even if I don't accept your new terms?"

"Yes, but I doubt you'll give up Sundays. Unless you were bluffing upstairs when you said you'd fight for them. This, my dear, is the only way you can fight for them."

"And what's happening here? Right now?"

"A bonus round. You may have been successful in my office this morning, but I'm not about to wait for a new day to start to show you who has had and will always have the power in this little game we're playing."

Emma looked Regina over from her eyes down to her thighs. She'd pulled her skirt up far enough to reveal a sliver of blue material. She stared between Regina's thighs for a few moments.

Regina took Emma's chin between her index finger and thumb and gently forced Emma to meet her gaze.

"Answer yes to this question and you agree to the addendum. Do you want Sundays?"

Emma reached out and ran her hands up Regina's thighs.

"Yes."

Regina grinned and leaned in as she allowed Emma's hands to roam. She released Emma's chin and pulled down the left side of Emma's tank top past the cup of her bra. She kissed the exposed part of Emma's left breast several times and swiped her tongue across the smooth expanse of skin.

Emma lowered her hands back down the back of Regina's knees and suddenly yanked the brunette closer.

It caught Regina off guard and caused her bite Emma's breast.

Emma moaned and felt the heat between Regina's thighs hit her stomach. She reached under Regina's skirt and hooked her index finger inside the blue material. She pulled the panties to the side and teasingly ran a finger through Regina's folds.

Regina moaned into the next kiss she placed on Emma's breast. She felt Emma's thumb travel from her clit down to her opening and threaten to dip inside her. She licked the same area of skin she bit and cupped Emma's other breast through the tank top and bra. She lightly squeezed it when Emma shallowly inserted a single finger into Regina then removed it. The tantalizing touches were enough to make her wet.

She extended her neck and kissed Emma's throat just beneath her jaw. Emma moaned and sent a vibration from her throat to Regina's lips. Regina felt butterflies in her stomach as her muscles tensed with anticipation.

In that moment, she realized a change in pace. They'd started slow and moved together instead of pushing and shoving, starting rough and ending with bruises.

Emma's hands found the zipper in the back of Regina's skirt and pulled it down. She started to remove the article of clothing completely when Regina grabbed her wrists and threw them down above her head on the couch.

"Time to pay you back for being in my bedroom," Regina wickedly grinned as she kept Emma's hands pinned to the couch for only a moment more.

Emma bit her bottom lip as Regina let go of her hands and used them to roll up hem of her tank top.

Regina pulled the tank top further up Emma's chest.

Emma recognized the movement as Regina trying to get rid of the shirt and sat up to help the brunette. She lifted her arms and let Regina peel the thin, white fabric over her head. She licked her lips as she stared up at Regina, the older woman's pleased gaze and devilish grin directed at the blue bra she wore.

"Couldn't have been a better moment if we'd planned it," Emma said.

Regina's eyes slowly moved up from Emma's chest to her green eyes, her grin as devilish as it was predatory.

Emma nearly shivered as she watched Regina look her over like prey.

Regina quickly leaned in and carnally bit Emma's sternum. The harder she bit, the more pressure she applied with her lips around the outside of the mark she'd leave.

Emma groaned at the initial contact, but it turned into a moan the longer Regina kept her mouth on her skin. Her right hand shot up and found Regina's short brunette locks as she squeezed her eyes shut. She laced her fingers in Regina's hair and gently gripped at the soft tresses.

Emma's left hand reach up under the side of Regina's skirt until her hand cupped Regina's backside. She squeezed it and pulled Regina's center down to her lower stomach as she fell back onto the couch.

Regina's lips never left Emma's sternum through the fast and unpredicted movement. She felt a hunger build up in her that she never knew she had. She'd heard stories of succubi and their sexual hunger, which was what she could easily compare her new found lust to, but she never thought she'd desire someone on such a level. She'd craved Graham's touch after a few weeks of being alone, but it was only out of need for physical comfort.

What Regina felt then was something entirely different and unexplainable. But in a time like that, she didn't want to explain it. She just wanted it.

Regina slid a hand up the left side of Emma's body and gripped her at the crook of her neck. She pushed the other hand against Emma's left hip and dug her nails into the soft, pale skin. Though she clawed at Emma, she didn't do much damage. She didn't draw blood. The most she did was leave red scratch marks.

Emma took a deep but jagged and interrupted breath as she lifted her hip into Regina's touch. She felt a heat rise inside her and burn its way throughout her entire body. When Regina moved from her sternum to the bruise on her shoulder, Emma raked her nails over Regina's backside down to the back of her thigh.

She gritted her teeth and hissed as Regina lightly bit the sore, sensitive skin. She positioned a knee between Regina's thighs and rolled them off the couch.

Regina's eyes shot open a split second before they fell and waved her arm in the direction of the table, which was close enough to the couch that they could've hit it.

The table glided across the room and Regina landed on her back under Emma. She rolled them over once more and regained her dominance over the blonde. She rested her right hand, the one she'd used to move the table out of the way, against the hardwood floor beside Emma's head. She stared down at the younger woman, her blonde tresses splayed out on the floor around her neck and shoulders.

Emma stared back at Regina as both panted almost in sync with each other. In their moment of silence, she dared herself to reach out again and hook her fingers in the waistband of Regina's skirt. She started to pull it down again and that time was granted the privilege.

Regina slid forward, her hand on the floor moving over Emma's head as she extended her body. Her breasts were in Emma's face by the time she stopped her movements.

Emma fought to stay on task and pulled Regina's skirt down her backside and over her thighs. When she made it to Regina's knees, the brunette took Emma's bottom lip between hers in a kiss.

Regina rolled onto her back and looked at Emma as she pulled the skirt down the rest of her legs then kicked them away when it had been removed.

Emma rolled onto her left side and popped up onto her left elbow and forearm. She was about to roll onto Regina when the Mayor met her halfway and slipped her left knee between Emma's thighs. She tangled her leg between Emma's legs and slid her ankle under Emma's right calve.

Regina had Emma's right leg under the control of her left and tugged the younger woman down to her chest as she intertwined her fingers in blonde curls.

Emma fell into place and unbuttoned the top five buttons on Regina's blouse. She held it to the side as she kissed the top of Regina's left breast.

Regina's lips parted as she slowly closed her eyes. Her hand ran through Emma's hair until it traveled down the blonde's back. She stopped at the clasp of Emma's bra and started to undo one hook at a time.

Emma peeled Regina's blouse down her left arm and pushed her light gray bra strap with her thumb in the same direction. She folded the cup of Regina's cotton bra down her breast to expose a hardened nipple and flicked her tongue over it.

Regina moaned and opened her eyes as she slowly fell onto her back, her arm around Emma as she stopped her work on the blue bra, but kept her hand on the clasp. She brought Emma down on top of her and brought both hands to the clasp of Emma's bra. With a quick pinch, she unhooked the last two metal bindings. She ran her fingertips up Emma's back to her shoulders and sunk her nails in as she pulled the straps down Emma's arms.

Emma sucked on Regina's nipple then gently raked her teeth over the surrounding area.

Regina flipped them over in the opposite direction, back toward the couch, and pulled away from Emma's mouth with a heavy sigh. The cold air hit her exposed nipple as she completely stripped Emma of her bra. She flung the bra in the same direction she'd kicked her skirt and gave herself a short moment to enjoy the view of Emma's freed breasts.

She lowered herself onto Emma and wet her right breast with her tongue before she bit the soft, round flesh. Her stomach and Emma's pressed flush against each other as she started a rhythm with her hips. She dipped her hips low and brushed her underwear covered center against Emma's dark, tight jeans then lifted her front off Emma. On the second time she brushed her center against Emma's, she didn't lift her hips at the end of her movement. Instead, she pushed herself down Emma's jeans and rubbed her center against Emma's. Back and forth, she created friction between them as she ravished Emma's chest with her tongue, teeth, and lips.

Emma closed her eyes and let out a long moan as she pushed her center harder against Regina's as they moved together. She arched her back and held Regina to her chest.

Regina reached between the two of them and unbuttoned Emma's jeans. She slipped her hand under Emma's panties and slid a finger between her folds while her other fingers cupped Emma's sex.

Emma bucked her hips in an attempt to slide Regina's fingers down to her opening, already wet from rubbing against the brunette.

Regina pulled her fingers back up to Emma's clit and faintly pressed a fingertip to the bundle of nerves.

Emma's breath hitched and caught in her throat.

"Hmm," Emma half moaned, half groaned.

As pleasurable as the touch was, it wasn't where she wanted Regina.

"Lower."

"No," Regina purred after her lips left Emma's chest.

Emma opened her eyes and met Regina's gaze as the woman slithered up her body to make eye contact.

"Not yet," Regina finished as she brought her mouth incredibly close to Emma's jaw.

Regina licked across Emma's jaw line to her left ear, tracing the bruise she'd given Emma during their first time together with the tip of her tongue.

Emma turned her head to the side to expose more of her jaw and neck to Regina and brought a hand to her jeans. She pulled them down for Regina and made the Mayor grin.

"Someone's eager tonight," Regina whispered in a sultry tone in Emma's ear.

Emma's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Regina's hot breath on the shell of her ear. She used her other hand to run up Regina's stomach, under the blouse.

The simple touch caused Regina to close her eyes. She brought a hand to Emma's and placed it on top of the Sheriff's hand during her slow journey to Regina's breasts.

Regina slowly opened her eyes as she started to feel breathless and light headed. Her eyes glowed purple and a plum colored smoke swirled around her pupils. She felt her magic building up inside, scraping the surface of her being. She'd never experienced that feeling before and wasn't sure what was going to happen.

Emma reached up and cupped Regina's center. She curled her fingers and gripped Regina before she pulled the brunette completely down on top of her with both hands. She rolled Regina onto her back, moving further away from the couch, and kissed her neck the second she pinned the brunette. Not long after, she bit Regina where she'd kissed her just below her jaw line.

Regina moaned and uncontrollably kicked out a foot. The table against the wall across the room broke in half and startled Emma.

She whipped her head around to see the damaged table, but Regina couldn't help herself. She cupped her left hand around the right side of Emma's and used her thumb to turn Emma's attention back to her. She pulled Emma close and kissed her. Not on the neck, not on the chest, but on the lips. Their teeth gnashed together as the action surprised the blonde, but Regina immediately darted her tongue out to meet Emma's in a searing, passionate kiss. Their first kiss.

Regina trapped Emma's upper lip between her lips and sucked. She swept her tongue past Emma's lips once again when the kiss broke and danced with the Sheriff's in a playful, exploratory war for dominance.

There mouths melted together like hot wax for several minutes as their hands roamed over each others' bodies. Regina set a second pace for them, more fast than slow but not frantic, and slipped her hand between Emma's underwear and the blonde's bare skin.

Regina's hand disappeared behind denim and thin black fabric as she teasingly ran her fingers up and down Emma's folds.

Emma moaned and slammed her left hand against the hardwood floor beside Regina's right shoulder. She kept up with Regina's pace and sighed contentedly when Regina thrust two fingers inside her.

Emma dropped her head as she rode Regina's fingers, her hand on the floor as leverage to help her keep pace, and panted against Regina's collarbone. Her face hovered over Regina's chin and sternum, her eyes closed, as she reveled in the feeling of Regina's fingers slide in and out of her.

Regina stared at Emma. The more she focused on the blonde as she struggled to keep her eyes open, her head tilted down toward Regina's chest, the purple in her eyes faded. When her eyes returned to their normal, enchanting brown color, Regina grinned and briefly removed her fingers to switch hands.

She teased Emma's clit with her left hand as she tried to keep the Sheriff slick and raised her right hand to Emma's left bicep. She harshly dug her nails into Emma's skin and raked them down her arm from her shoulder to her elbow.

"Ah," Emma elongated her yelp as the pain in her left arm overpowered her ability to balance on it.

She collapsed on top of Regina with a small grunt as the Mayor continued to work her fingers in and out of Emma.

Emma's head rested against Regina's chest and she placed her right hand against the hardwood floor beside Regina's torso. She fought to move with Regina, though she stayed flush against the brunette.

Regina positioned her left knee up between Emma's legs while she pulled her right leg back to bring her knee in the direction of her chest, Emma's left leg between her own legs. Regina skillfully continued her pace as she thrust in and out of Emma while she squirmed to maneuver the back of her right thigh against the front of Emma's left thigh. She pinched the back of her knee around Emma's left hip and the small of her back and pushed the Sheriff backward, onto her left knee between Emma's thighs.

Emma, with Regina's help, sat up. She slid down Regina's exposed left thigh and slid onto Regina's fingers.

Regina gripped Emma's left thigh with her right hand and pulled herself into a sitting position as she stilled her fingers inside Emma.

Emma leaned forward and held her hair out of her face as her lips met Regina's in a sweet kiss. When she broke the kiss after a long moment, she sat back and rested her lower back on Regina's knee.

"I'm not done with you yet," Regina purred.

Emma grinned.

Regina smirked and shook her head. She used all her lower body strength to throw Emma back down on the ground to the right, closer to the long abandoned couch. On the way down, Regina abruptly removed her fingers and pressed down on Emma's ribs with her left hand.

She coiled her fingers around Emma's jeans and balanced on her knees as she brought her left hand to the waistband of the jeans as well. She yanked upward to momentarily pull Emma's backside off the floor then yanked down, toward her own body to remove the denim as well as the unnecessary underwear.

Her actions pulled Emma closer and the jeans had only reached her knees.

"Brace yourself," Regina warned.

Emma quickly pressed her hands to the hardwood beside her hips and tensed her biceps.

Regina tugged on Emma's jeans once again, but that time made it halfway down her calves as Emma fought against the pull with her hands.

Regina moved back and held one of Emma's thighs in her hand. She used her free hand to pull at the bunched up denim around the Sheriff's ankle. She did the same to the other leg and managed to get the blonde's jeans off within the minute.

Regina flung the useless clothing behind her toward the parlor door and lowered herself between Emma's legs. She hovered over Emma's waist and stared up at Emma as the younger woman propped herself up on her elbows.

Regina's right hand flew to Emma's left outer thigh and ran it up across the side of Emma's backside. She rested the pad of her thumb against Emma's hip and brought her lips down to the start of Emma's sex. She chastely kissed it then swiped her tongue across the skin before she sucked the area between her lips.

Emma lifted her thighs off the floor and arched her body further against Regina's lips. She tipped her head back then curled her toes when Regina bit her where her tongue had once massaged the skin. By then she was dripping wet and ready for Regina to finish her off.

"Regina," Emma only managed to pleadingly whisper.

Regina grinned as she pulled herself up Emma's body. She slipped three fingers inside the Sheriff and kissed the younger woman's lips. She first kissed Emma sweetly then attacked her mouth with more passion. Her tongue darted out and wrestled with the blonde's as she pumped in and out of Emma at a hungry, quick pace.

Emma relaxed her arms as she slowly fell onto her back.

Regina followed her down as she deepened their kiss. She clawed at Emma's right shoulder with her free hand as she pressed her center against Emma's lower body as much as she could while working her fingers in and out of the woman.

Emma tipped her head back a bit and broke their kiss as she took a sharp breath then moaned. Her lips brushed against Regina's as the brunette kept her mouth close to Emma's and she felt herself tighten around the Mayor's fingers.

"Say my name," Regina panted against Emma's lips.

Emma shot her hands to Regina's hips as she reached the brink of her release. She dug her nails into the brunette's skin and held Regina flush against her.

"Regina," Emma moaned as she came.

She shook under the Mayor and Regina smirked.

"Kiss me," Emma whispered.

Regina looked from Emma's darkened green eyes to her lips. She swooped in and feverishly kissed the woman beneath her.

She felt her power swirling around in the pit of her stomach as she removed her fingers from the younger woman. She reveled in the sensation of Emma taking initiative as the Sheriff slipped her the tongue.

She moaned into their next kiss until Emma thrust two fingers into her. She growled at the intrusion, but welcomed it all the same as the swirling in her stomach started to surface.

She gently bit Emma's upper lip as she started to grind against Emma's fingers. She then took Emma's upper lip between her own lips and sucked on it. She moved to Emma's bottom lip as the blonde sped up her pace and swiped the pad of her thumb over Regina's clit.

She sucked on Emma's bottom lip then bit it harder than she had the top. She wrapped her arms around the top half of Emma's back and rolled onto her back. She pulled Emma on top of her and sunk her nails into Emma's back.

Regina kissed Emma over and over again as she slowly raked her nails down Emma's exposed back. She started at the Sheriff's shoulder blades and traveled all the way down to the small of the her back.

Emma winced into their kiss. She grunted and groaned the harder Regina scratched and scraped her skin, but she pushed herself to keep up her pace.

She broke their kiss and brought her lips to Regina's neck. She kissed the brunette and sucked on her pulse point.

Regina moaned and gripped Emma's hips.

"Bite me there and you'll surely regret it," she warned.

Emma grinned then ran the tip of her tongue from the base of Regina's neck to her jaw.

"Regina," Emma purred into the brunette's ear.

She tightened around Emma's fingers and rolled the blonde onto her back again. She pressed a hand to Emma's chest as she started to ride slender fingers. She could feel Emma's heart beat beneath her hot, sweat coated skin. She leaned in and chastely kissed Emma's sternum. She curled her fingers and dug her nails into Emma's chest, above her beating heart. She clamped her teeth down on Emma's collarbone and listened with pleasure to Emma hiss in pain.

Emma laced her fingers in Regina's hair and pulled her away from her collarbone. She brought Regina's mouth to hers and kissed her. Every time their lips touched, Emma felt intoxicated.

Regina shared the feeling.

The tension in the pit of her stomach returned until Emma's hand moved from her hair to her cheek. The younger woman cupped her face as she slightly twisted her fingers inside Regina. The tension left Regina's body as she came to her release. She softly moaned into Emma's chaste kiss and took a moment to relax her body on top of Emma.

Emma pulled out of Regina and placed her hand on the back of the brunette's thigh.

Regina encased the blonde underneath herself with her body and rested her ear on Emma's chest. She listened to Emma's racing heart and her eyes flashed purple again. She felt a dark pull inside of her she hadn't felt in a long time, but when she felt Emma shift beneath her she fought it.

The purple tint left her eyes seconds before she pushed off Emma and straddled the young Sheriff. She stared at the woman and bit her bottom lip.

"Uncomfortable, dear," Regina asked after a moment.

Emma shook her head.

"Then what seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing," Emma quietly answered as she looked away from Regina.

Regina grinned though she knew Emma had lied to her.

"Why don't you stay for dinner," Regina asked as she rolled off the blonde into a sitting position beside her.

Emma looked up at Regina, confused.

"What?"

Regina's grin widened as she flashed the younger woman her teeth.

"Henry's not going to eat any of it and I made plenty. I don't want to get stuck eating leftovers for the rest of the week so...stay."

"What's the catch," Emma asked as the somewhat annoyed and frustrated tone in her voice returned.

Emma propped herself up on her elbows, though her arms were weak, as she kept her gaze concentrated on Regina.

Regina chuckled.

"I'm glad you asked."

Regina said nothing more as she stood and started to collect her clothes. She hooked a finger in the blue underwear she wore and adjusted the material to cover herself. She then picked up her skirt and slipped it on.

Emma watched Regina as she moved around the room before she slowly got up. She made her way toward her pants when the brunette stopped her.

"I don't think so," she said.

Regina lightly touched the Sheriff's wrist and smirked.

"Here's the catch. You don't get to wear anything."

"Seriously?"

"When am I not serious, Miss Swan? If you'd like to leave, no one's stopping you."

"If that's true, then why do I feel like I have no choice?"

Regina softly chuckled.

"Maybe you don't. Care to find out," Regina spoke in her low, sultry tone as she hungrily looked Emma over from her bare thighs back up to her green eyes.

Emma gulped and shifted from one foot to the next under Regina's scrutiny after the brunette locked eyes with her.

Regina closed the space between them and teasingly ran her index finger up Emma's body from her left hip to her left breast. She watched Emma shiver slightly beneath her touch and briefly bit her bottom lip.

She leaned in and purred her next words into Emma's ear.

"I'll see you in the kitchen," she said as she pulled her hand away from Emma.

She spun around to face the parlor door and suddenly sauntered out of the room. Cold air hit Emma's body in place of the older woman's presence as Regina disappeared out of sight and didn't look back.


Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I love all the reviews I've gotten so far so keep it up, everyone! My new Swan Queen fic should be posted by tomorrow, but if I can't get it out by then, I should be able to get it done by next weekend with the next chapter of Settling the Score. :)