Emma felt a slick wetness on her fingers. Her sleepy mind assumed it was left over from her tears, but then the wetness moved. Emma felt a hot breath on her neck and she heard a whispered moan, "I'm close."

She opened her eyes, shocked to see Regina, slowly riding her hand. She watched, mesmerized, as Regina kept up the slow, grinding pace as she thrust back and forth on her fingers. She could feel the queen's vaginal walls squeezing her fingers, could feel how close she was.

"You feel so good, baby," Emma murmured to her companion, urging Regina on despite her own confusion.

"I need more," Regina groaned, quickening her pace.

Emma assumed that Regina meant at that moment, so she started using her thumb to brush light circles around Regina's swollen clit, which earned her more eager moans from the woman in question. But Emma's mind quickly filled itself with reminders that Regina not only needed more to get off, she needed more than Emma. She wasn't enough for Regina. And that reminder stung and she stilled her thumb.

Regina sighed in displeasure, "Why'd you stop?"

Emma noticed that Regina hadn't quit riding her hand, although her pace had slowed considerably. And while she wanted to get Regina off, to see her come, she just didn't feel like she could. It wouldn't be fair to her or Regina.

"Hey," Emma said, trying to extricate her fingers from Regina's velvety folds, "I can't do this. I know this is probably a dream or whatever and it's stupid because I've never had a problem dreaming about this, about you, before, but I need to talk to you."

And suddenly, Emma could feel a change come over Regina. She could see the change in her posture.

"Well, Miss Swan, it seems like you haven't missed me at all."

Yeah, Regina had definitely changed.

"Regina?" Emma asked cautiously.

The queen rolled her eyes, "You'd think that if someone was having sex dreams about you, they'd at least have the decency to recognize you."

"I," Emma began, before she decided to say something else, "Is it really you?"

"Yes, Miss Swan. It is really me."

"How?"

Regina looked hesitant, and she shrugged, "I am not certain. What was happening in this dream of yours?"

Emma blushed and didn't answer.

"Look, Emma," Regina said, gently. "It's okay. Just tell me what was happening so we can figure out how I'm here, because I'm not sure how long this will last."

Emma reluctantly looked Regina in her eyes, "I, uh, well, we were having sex, as I'm sure you can tell." Emma managed to finally get her hand out from under Regina as she was explaining. "And you were, um, close."

"Hmm, I can tell."

Emma's blush deepened, "Right, yeah, and I stopped."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did you stop?" inquired Regina. "If I was close to orgasm, why did you stop?"

"I, um, well," Emma started, "I don't know if you're like aware of what's been going on or anything since you've been frozen, but I tried to kiss you to, you know, bring you back because I thought I was-"

"My True Love," Regina filled in, not sounding surprised or condescending at all, much to Emma's surprise. "Go on."

"Yeah, so, I kissed you and I think you unfroze maybe for a second?" Emma said, her inflection rising at the end, letting Regina know how uncertain Emma was with herself. "But obviously if the kiss didn't work, I'm not your True Love so I couldn't save you and so I stopped because I couldn't do it. I couldn't look at you, couldn't pretend I could do this," at this Emma gestured to their still naked bodies entwined together, "and everything was alright. I said I wanted to talk to you, and then you changed."

"I see," Regina said, and then she smiled. "You really are quite powerful, my dear. All this potential. You brought me back."

Emma vigorously shook her head, "I didn't. That's the point."

"Well," Regina began, "maybe not in the way you wanted, although, I can tell you that your kiss did work."

"Then why are you still frozen? What do you mean it worked?"

"When you said you wanted to talk to me," Regina said, deciding to address the latter part of the question first, "your magic freed my consciousness and transported it, me, here, into your dream. And I'm not sure why I'm still frozen. If your kiss worked, that means you're my True Love."

Emma looked down then, "I'm just not good enough."

"Hey," Regina said, reaching out to grip Emma's chin to gently tilt it up until they were eye to eye again, "you most certainly are enough."

"Then why aren't you really here?"

Regina shrugged again, an action she surely picked up from Emma herself, "I don't know. But what I do know is that we have to make a plan."

"Oh, really?" Emma said. "The almighty Mayor Mills doesn't know what's happening?"

Regina's look softened, "See, that's why you're the one."

"Because I'm a smartass?"

"No," Regina rolled her eyes, "because you don't see me as the Evil Queen."

"You aren't the Evil Queen," Emma said, before amending, "any more. And even when you were, it was because people really fucked with you."

"Hmm," Regina murmured her agreement, choosing to ignore any further conversation about that. "Speaking of fucking with me, I think the first thing you should do is let me come."

Emma was certain her eyes would have popped out of her head if they weren't attached. "What?!"

"You heard me," Regina said, straightening her posture, making sure her breasts were in Emma's face as she straddled the blonde. "I might not have been consciously present for the beginning of this dream, and we definitely have to talk about these fantasies of yours at a later date, but I am aware now and I am extremely close to finishing. It would be cruel to leave me on the edge, especially since I will be frozen until you unfreeze me. That's a fate I wouldn't even wish on Snow White."

Emma grimaced, "Yeah, don't mention my mother at the same time you want me to, you know."

Regina smirked, "For all of your brashness, you certainly are shy when it comes to talking about sex. Which is odd, really, since this is your dream."

The blonde didn't reply; she just leaned forward to press a kiss to Regina's breast, first one then the other. Gentle kisses, then she started lightly licking around Regina's nipples, tight circles, first on the right tit then on the left, until the brunette's nipples were stiff peaks. She took one of them in her mouth and sucked.

"Yess," Regina moaned, gripping the back of Emma's head, ensuring she didn't stop what she was doing.

Emma smiled against Regina's breast and moved her right hand to Regina's entrance. She was pleased to discover the other woman was still really wet. Regina lifted slightly, just enough for Emma to easily slip inside two fingers. Regina wasted no time in humping Emma's hand then.

"Fuck, yes, Emma." Regina's motions got quicker. "I'm almost there."

Emma began once again to use her thumb to stimulate Regina's clit, switching her mouth to the other breast.

In mere moments, Emma could feel Regina let go. She could feel Regina's grip on her head tighten then immediately loosen. She could hear Regina's breathing quicken then slow. She reveled in the feeling of knowing she had made Regina, the real Regina, orgasm.

After a few seconds of recovery, Regina looked at Emma, "Thank you."

Emma rolled her eyes before playfully saying, "You know, in my dreams, you usually thank me a lot differently, and you're a lot louder."

Regina did not look amused, "Well, Miss Swan, I suppose that means you'll have to figure out how to unfreeze me so you can see if the real me is more like your fantasies."

And then Emma's mind went blank.

"Hey, Ma," Henry gently whispered, trying to rouse the tear-stained and moaning Emma. "Are you okay?"

Tink had been watching the kid try to wake his mother for the last five minutes, with no success. They were both alarmed when they had come into the living room to find Emma Swan on the couch, tears streaking her face. But when Emma started moaning, Tink was just thankful that the kid assumed she was having a nightmare.

"Ma, wake up!" Henry urged. He had very important news to share with his blonde mother and he was getting tired of waiting to share. "It's important!"

Emma's face scrunched up in a way Tink would have deemed cute if she was the sort to think those things, "Mmm, what is it?"

"Mom woke up!"

Emma was up fast as lightning, "What?!"

Henry paused, taken aback by Emma's obvious excitement, "Well, I think she did, sometime in the night, maybe. But she's frozen again now."

"Oh," Emma deflated.

"But she's changed!" Henry insisted. "Tink can tell you!" The boy fixed his eyes on Tink, urging her to confirm his claim.

"It's true," Tink said. "She's changed."

Emma looked intrigued, "Really? How?"

Henry took Emma's hand and pulled her into a sitting position before trying to pull her off the couch.

"Come see for yourself! She looks happy!"