Emma couldn't reply. She had no words. If she were honest with herself, she knew what the flash of light meant. She knew that it was True Love. Only something that powerful could have brought her magic back and cured Regina of the curse she'd set upon herself. She'd seen the power of True Love's kiss more than once when she and Regina had kissed Henry, breaking the curses. She just never expected Regina to be her True Love. But then again, surely that couldn't be possible? Tinkerbell had said that Robin Hood was Regina's soulmate. It wasn't possible to have more than one, right?

Regina had told her, one evening, the story of the tavern and finding the man with the lion tattoo. Tinkerbell had said that that man was her soulmate, the man she was supposed to be with. Though, she noted the use of soulmate and not True Love. Did that mean they were two separate things? Could you have a soulmate and a True Love as two separate people?

Perhaps yes, if she truly thought about it. Soulmates have been said to take many forms. It could be your best friend, your long-lost cousin or your lover. A soulmate was simply someone your soul connected with, forming a bond that nothing else could come close to. A True Love was exactly what it said on the tin. It was the truest love you'd ever have, and this was with the one you were meant to spend your life with.

Emma looked at the woman in her arms, she was beautiful and brilliant. She was kind and caring, despite what people thought of her currently. She was calm and collected. She was fiery and fierce. Mainly, she was loyal and loving, she would protect anyone she cared about and that was clear with how she treated Henry. Both her father and their son. But now, it was the way she was looking at Emma, with a look that Emma hadn't been able to explain when she first saw it. It was a look of awe and secret joy and a hope that she'd long forgotten and Emma was overjoyed that she was able to bring it out of her at long last. She didn't know how long the Queen had been in such a low but now, she was starting to come out of it and Emma couldn't be happier that she was the reason.

The blonde was so lost in her mind that Regina panicked at the silence. It was only when the Queen started to pull back that Emma was snapped out of her thoughts of love. Instantly, she held her tighter, but not too tight, so that she couldn't escape.

"Don't," Emma whispered before leaning in and kissing her again and the Queen instantly relaxed at the feel. "It's not what you think."

Regina looked at her questioningly. "What are you thinking?" She asked.

"It's not important," Emma replied. "What matters is us and now." She kissed her again and the Queen deepened it immediately, seeking entrance with her tongue. She was quickly accepted, her hands threading once more through the blonde's hair.

The Queen pulled back for mere seconds so she could concentrate and moments later, after a flick of her wrist that she'd untangled from the blonde locks, they were transported to the Queen's bedroom in a cloud of smoke. Emma barely registered where she was before the sultry red lips reclaimed hers and she didn't care. She blindly led the Queen to the bed but before she could push her, gently, onto the bed, Regina flipped them and pushed Emma down instead. Her back hit the bed and she sprang back up before waving her finger in come-hither motion, a smirk gracing her face.

Sitting at the bottom of the bed, her legs spread and she pulled the Queen between them, fitting snuggly. Emma rested her head against the brunette's stomach and shut her eyes for a second, taking a moment to really register what was going on. She was about to make love, not have sex, with the woman of her dreams. However, there was a small thought at the back of her head that was telling her to tell the truth about how she knew the Queen and that she was from the future. She knew that the Regina of the future would be pissed if she kept that from her. That made her mind up. She pulled back and took a deep breath.

"Regina, before anything else happens, I have to be honest with you," Emma said quietly. She looked up and gazed upon the beautiful brown eyes.

The Queen just shook her head. "What matters is us and now," she said, repeating Emma's words from earlier. "Make love to me, Emma," she whispered and Emma couldn't refuse.

In seconds, she flicked her wrist and they were down to their underwear. Emma couldn't be happier to have her magic back. The Queen was now in a lacy black corset which showed her ample cleavage. The black thong barely covered a thing and Emma licked her lips in anticipation for what it hid.

"You're good," Regina husked as she admired the new sight below her. Emma was just as scantily dressed in a white lace bra and pantie set. The set she had been wearing when she fell into the portal.

"Only for you," Emma whispered in reply. She brought her arms up and ran her fingers down the brunette's sides and watched her shut her eyes and bite her lip at the sensation. The moan slipped out unintentionally which caused the Queen's eyes to snap open and she leant down, kissing the blonde's lips with an almost bruising force.

Emma scuffled backwards on the bed blindly, pulling the Queen with her, who crawled sensually over the blonde's body, making sure not to crush her but Emma didn't care; she enjoyed the feeling of the woman above her. She knew she had no way of being able to undo the complex ties of the corset and instead, flicked her wrist once more and it disappeared.

Immediately the Queen's nipples harden to stiff peaks at the cold, bringing them to Emma's attention even more. She reached up and cupped them in each hand, enjoying the weight to them and brushed each nipple with her thumb lightly, causing the Queen to moan in delight.

She looked up and caught the Queen's eye as she wrapped her lips around her right nipple, enveloping it in her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled around it three times before she nipped it softly, testing the boundaries. At the introduction of her teeth, Regina's hips bucked against pubis bone and Emma gasped out in pleasure, the contact so close yet so far from her core. She bit down a fraction harder and Regina bucked once more, harder, and Emma lost it. With a surge of strength, she flipped them so that Regina was lying on her back in the centre of the bed. Her legs rested either side of the Queen's hips, their cores a breath away from each other.

Regina looked up in surprised at the sudden movement, but her eyes darkened even further. Emma smirked before leaning back down and taking her other nipple in her mouth, giving it the same treatment of laves and nibbles. Soon she started making her way further down, she trailed her tongue down the Queen's side, pausing to kiss or nip random points to keep her on her toes.

As she reached level with the Queen's underwear, Regina lifted her hips to allow the blonde to slip them off. But instead, Emma ignored the movement, pretending it never happened. She went straight past the black fabric, licking, nipping and kissing down the tanned smooth leg. She reached her ankle, kissing it softly before repeating her treatment up her other leg.

Slowly, but surely, she inched her way up to the Queen's core and even in the black fabric, Emma could see the wet patch growing and her mouth watered, knowing that she had caused that. She licked her lips in anticipation and moved to finally remove the Queen's underwear. However, just as she hooked her fingers at each side, she smirked and stopped and Regina glared.

"Take them off already!" She commanded, her voice thick with desperation and lust. "Please!"

Emma's smirk grew before she lowered her head. She kissed the Queen exactly where she wanted her through her panties.

"Emma!"

At the cry of her name, the blonde couldn't take anymore. With a final flick of her wrist, the black thong disappeared and before the cold could hit her, Emma's mouth replaced it. Her mouth settled immediately around the Queen's tight bundle of nerves. She swirled her tongue around her clit, over and over, never letting up. The room was filled with Regina's curses and cries of Emma's name and it was a symphony to Emma's ears. She licked from the Queen's sopping hole back to her clit, circling once before shuffling slightly lower on the bed. She wrapped her arms around the Queen's legs, spreading her further, before thrusting her tongue deeply into her. Every other time, her nose nudged her clit more.

"More!" The Queen commanded.

Emma pulled tighter on the Queen's hips, bring her closer, trying to slip her tongue deeper but it wasn't enough. Instead, she pulled out. She kissed the crease where her thigh met her sex before unwrapping her right arm. Quickly, she thrust two fingers in deeply, curling them against her front wall at the perfect place. She knew it was perfect because Regina's hips met her thrust for thrust and she screamed Emma's name even louder than she had before.

"Kiss me!" Regina demanded and Emma didn't leave her wanting for a second. She crawled up the bed, her fingers still thrusting powerfully, and pressed her lips against the Queen's.

Faster she thrusted, curling her fingers to hit the right spot. Unable to keep kissing as she lost her breath, Emma moved her kisses down the Queen's neck before nibbling on her ear, kissing the spot just underneath.

"I'm so close!"

At the words, Emma slipped another finger in, stretching the Queen a little more and she kissed her again, all teeth and tongue before returning her lips back to her ear. She could feel the tell-tale signs of the Queen's approaching climax and she couldn't hold the words back anymore.

"I love you," she whispered into her ear and the Queen crested, hitting her orgasm as Emma said that. If either of them had been paying attention, they would have seen the white glow around Regina's stomach, but the Queen had her eyes shut as she rode out her orgasm and Emma's eyes were focused on the Queen's face, marvelling in her beauty as she came down from her high.

Before long, Regina's eyes fluttered opened and gazed at the dazzling green above her. Emma couldn't keep the smile off her face as she saw the slightly glazed look to the chocolate brown.

"Emma," Regina whispered. She reached up and ran her fingers through Emma's hair before slowly sitting up. She pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's lips before pulling back and smirking so mischievously, it should be illegal. "Your turn!"

Emma suddenly felt herself being pushed down until she was lying flat on her back with Regina resting between her legs once more. She had no idea if Regina had moved them by force or magic, in all honesty, she didn't care. The feel of Regina between her thighs as she licked her lips in anticipation made Emma even wetter than before and she whimpered in frustration.

"Touch me, my Queen, please."

Regina's eyes flashed with lust. With a flick of her wrist, Emma's underwear vanished. The Queen wasn't messing around. She leant down and kissed Emma's already kiss-bruised lips before trailing a path to her ear with her tongue. She nibbled her lobe before licking the shell, all while her fingertips were gently running down her sides, lighting enough to tease but hard enough not to tickle.

Her kisses soon dropped down her neck and she bit down on the blonde's pulse point, sucking until she was content there would be a bruise the next day. It didn't worry her, knowing Emma could just hide it with a spell. Once satisfied with the mark, she nipped, licked and sucked her way down her body. She circled both nipples with her tongue before nipped each and tweaking them with her thumb and forefinger before continuing her journey.

Before long, she settled between the blonde's hips, her core dripping in anticipation. She wrapped her arms around Emma's hips, and pulled her closer. The blonde's musky smell hit her and the sight of her wet and ready made her mouth water. Instead of wrapping her lips around her clit as Emma had done to her, she simply kissed just above, causing Emma's hips to buck. Regina smirked into Emma's sex and flicked her tongue out, barely brushing against her clit causing Emma to whimper.

The Queen ignored her, instead she ran her tongue through her sopping folds, drinking her in. She dipped her tongue in, light, shallow, teasingly.

"Regina, baby, please!" Emma cried desperately. She bucked her hips once more.

"Where do you want me?" Regina asked, tauntingly breathing over Emma's clit.

"Please, my clit," Emma pleaded.

"What about it?" The Queen teased. She unwrapped one arm and ever so lightly traced around Emma's clit, barely touching it. She watched it quiver under her touch, smirking in satisfaction.

"Touch me! Fuck, REGINA!"

Regina took Emma's clit between her sultry red lips and suckled to her heart's content. She flicked her tongue rapidly and soon her fingers came into play. She slipped one, then two fingers, slowly inside the blonde, reaching as deeply as she could. Just as she added a third finger, she sucked and nipped her clit between her lips and Emma fell over the edge. Her gaze blurred and she shrieked the Queen's name so loudly it echoed around the stone room. Her breathing was erratic, panting loudly.

"Kiss me, please," Emma begged and the Queen wasted no time crawling up the bed and kissing the blonde. Emma moaned at tasting herself on the Queen's lips. "Jesus, you're amazing."

Regina blushed at the compliment. She'd had a few bed warmers, but none were like Emma and none had ever, ever, complimented her afterwards.

"You're not so bad yourself," she managed to reply. She laid beside the blonde, leaning on one arm while the other trailed patterns on the blonde's stomach, Emma's earlier words echoing around her head. "Did you mean it? What you said when I came?"

Emma swallowed nervously. "Yes," she whispered. She then sat up and pulled Regina almost into her lap. She took her face gently in her palms and smiled when Regina leant into the touch. "I love you," she repeated. "I know you think it's soon, but it's not for me. I have known you a very long time and I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you."

"It's not too soon," Regina whispered back, not quite understanding what Emma was saying but wanted to say her part. "I think I love you too. Actually, I don't think, I know. I love you, Emma."

The blonde beamed and laughed joyously. She rolled them over and started kissing the Queen all over her face before planting a lingering kiss on her lips.

"I've wanted to hear you say that for a very long time," Emma admitted. When the Queen looked confused, Emma just shook her head. "I'll explain later, for now, let me make love to you again."

oOoOo

The two spent hours making love, bring each other to their ultimate pleasure over and over. Lips brushed, teeth nibbled and hands caressed gently, enjoying and embracing their new found feelings. The sun was starting to rise by the time they fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms. Regina had one arm and her leg wrapped over Emma. She never expected to Queen to be a cuddle monster but that said a lot about a person. She slept almost clinging to the blonde showing that deep down, she was vulnerable. The evil to her title was just a front she put up and Emma saw right through it, especially now.

Emma never wanted to leave but she didn't want to cause any rumours around the castle. She knew there would already be whispers going around the guards as she was never seen leaving the Queen's sitting room the night before as Regina has used her magic to poof them back to her bedroom. Now Emma had her magic once more, she could poof herself back, but she hadn't really done that much poofing and was worried she'd leave half of herself behind. The only way she could get back to her room unseen was by casting an invisibility charm. She'd done it twice in one lesson that Regina had supervised and it went rather successfully. They had an hour one afternoon when Regina had finished her paperwork and decided to have an impromptu lesson. It ended up being cut short as Robin turned up out of the blue, wanting to take Regina out on a date. The Queen hadn't hesitated and left Emma behind, so she decided to practise the spell a couple more times. The first time she was very unsuccessful, her head was invisible, but the rest wasn't. However, the second time, only her toes were visible. She figured she'd be able to do it again now, random walking toes were the risk she was willing to take.

Regretfully, she slowly tried to move from underneath the Queen but at the slight movement, Regina grumbled and held on tighter. Emma's heart melted at the sight, unable to stop herself from smiling. Again, she tried to move but Regina clung on, adamant even in her sleep that she didn't want Emma to go anywhere.

"Regina, honey," Emma whispered, a light laugh in her voice. "You have to let go."

The Queen grunted, still not letting go.

"I have to go," Emma said quietly. She ran a finger softly down Regina's face. "I don't want to, but I have to."

"No," Regina grumbled. "Stay."

"I can't be seen leaving here and I need to show my face at breakfast," the blonde reasoned. She leant forward and kissed the Queen softly.

"Stay," she repeated. "I'll transport you back later."

"Are you sure?" Emma asked, unable to keep the happiness out of her voice.

"Yes."

Accepting her words, Emma let herself settle once more. Regina shuffled slightly, settling her head on Emma's chest. She hummed contently and within moments, her breathing evened out and the Queen was fast asleep once more.

Emma simply gazed at her. The covers had slipped down while she clung on and the side of her breast was in clear view down to her slim waist. Her slightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the faint sunlight. She was beautiful.

Despite the most amazing night, she couldn't shake the guilt. She had slept with Regina, told her she loved her, but hadn't told her the truth. Yes, she said she'd loved her for a very long time, but the Queen just didn't understand what she meant. Now add to the fact that they're apparently True Loves, never in Emma's wildest dreams did she image that would happen. Yet it was true because she had her magic back.

She flexed her fingers, able to feel the thrum of her magic in her tips. It felt different having it back. She felt more in control of it, despite barely using it since it came back. It was as if Regina had unlocked it fully and she could access all of it. Before, she struggled with simple spells but now she felt that that wouldn't be the case.

Regina shuffled in her sleep and pressed a kiss to the top of Emma's breast. "Emma," she whispered. "My Emma."

At the sound, Emma's heart soared but stuttered at the guilt. Regina still didn't know the truth and it was killing her. She would tell her in the morning, she promised herself. She yawned as the tiredness was truly taking over her.

She pressed a kiss to Regina's forehead. "I love you," she whispered softly and shut her eyes, letting sleep take over once more.