A/N: hey guys! So sorry for the delay. But this insert is finally here! Make it last though because Once isn't back until March (sobs). Oh, and for those of you who read Crazy Changes, keep your eyes on your inbox of Christmas Day … there'll a present delivered from Santa (and by Santa, I mean me!)

Imagine a preexisting SwanQueen relationship for this insert please. Because, who doesn't do that during the eps? NSFW.

"Yeah," Regina smirked. "Singing Princess Emma isn't my favourite model."

Emma laughed. "Oh yeah?" she teased. "And what is your favourite model?"

Regina raised an eyebrow and looked around. The sun glinted off the lake behind them and long shadows from the forest ahead darkened the pebbled ground. Even in the middle of nowhere, their chemistry sparked white hot.

"I think that white lace set you wore last weekend is right up there," Regina mused. "And then, of course, there's all the times you've saved our son. That's pretty sexy too."

Emma smiled. "Right back at you."

She stepped over to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around the slender brunette, lips melded together in a familiar, heady kiss. Regina's hands fisted in the back of Emma's regal gown, her body pulled flush against the younger woman's. But then the kiss was over and the blonde was stepping back, smiling again.

"Reckon we should actually go home and check he's ok before we get carried away?" she asked.

"Well, we've got some time," Regina mused, moving closer to Emma and looping her arms around her waist. "We're waiting for Rumple."

"Rumple?" Emma frowned.

"I released him in exchange for a magic bean to get us home," Regina explained.

Emma frowned. "But what if he's off razing villages?"

"Well, they're fake, so that wouldn't really matter, would it?" Regina pointed out.

"And I have far better things to do with my freedom than terrify peasants," added the man himself as he appeared leaning against a fallen tree.

"Exactly," Regina said, untangling herself from Emma and moving towards the little golden man. "Bean?"

Rumple waved his hand and the silvery item appeared in Regina's palm. The women, surprised that the Dark One had kept his promise and not added extra conditions, thanked him before he, with a final curious glance between the pair of them, disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

"Let's go home," Regina said.

"And by home you mean bed, right?" Emma asked.

Regina laughed. "After we check on Henry and make sure my evil other half hasn't destroyed the entire town, yes."

Emma grinned, kissed Regina on the cheek laced their fingers together. Regina threw the bean onto the rocky ground where a green whirlpool appeared, smokey and swirling. Fingers tensed, they jumped.

"Oh thank goodness," David said as soon as the two women appeared in the kitchen of the Charming's apartment. "I was dreading waking Snow and her finding out you were missing."

He moved to hug his daughter and then the brunette beside her. As soon as he had released them, Henry barrelled into both his mothers, arms almost crushing them to death.

"Hey, we're ok, kid," Emma reassured. "Really, your mom was amazing. She saved me."

"How?" Henry asked. "I mean, what happened?"

It didn't take long for the pair to recount their tales, during which Regina apologised sincerely to David for having had to murder him and Snow. David then returned the favour by explaining how Grumpy had seen the Evil Queen transformed into a snake by a hooded figure who had disappeared into the night. Regina and Emma stared at the viper in fascination as David explained they thought the mysterious magical being might have been who was in Emma's vision but they had no idea where he was. By the time they had finished updating one another, Emma was fidgeting and Regina knew their interrupted moment by the lake in the Enchanted Forest was making her girlfriend on edge. Well, that or the knowledge that the person who was destined to kill her had appeared in Storybrooke.

"Um, we're kinda tired," she said, stifling a fake yawn. "I think we're going to go back to Mifflin Street and have an early night. Henry? Are you coming?"

Henry nodded and the three of them said their goodbyes. It didn't take long to walk through the quiet streets and back to the mansion. Mercifully, their journey was devoid of sword wielding hooded figures. Henry disappeared up to his room as soon as they arrived home, claiming he'd had Granny's for dinner. Emma and Regina too made their way upstairs.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Regina asked as she closed the bedroom door.

"Sex?" Emma asked who was already removing her clothes, a glint in her eye.

"No, this mystery person Grumpy saw."

"Nope," Emma said with a smack of her lips. Before Regina could open her mouth to say any more, Emma had waved her hand and dressed herself in the white lace lingerie Regina so adored. Red painted lips fell open.

"Um, you know all magic comes with a price, right?"

"What's the price for speeding up the time until I get to have sex with my girlfriend?" Emma asked, sauntering towards the brunette.

"I … um, I dunno," Regina admitted. "Maybe our milk's gone bad."

"I'll get some more in the morning," Emma said as she reached Regina and began to unzip the brunette's jacket.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle. "You know what I mean though. We shouldn't really be using magic for day to day things. Not at the moment."

Emma sighed and took a step back. "Don't you think I'm paying the price? My death is foretold by a prophecy. The fact that I'm the saviour, the person who's supposed to save Storybrooke, it's a death sentence. I don't care about curdled milk, not when I don't know how long I've got left now that hooded figure is in town."

Emma sat down heavily on the bed and flopped back onto the soft sheets. Regina crossed the room and sat beside her, fingers itching, despite the circumstances, to trail their way across Emma's alabaster stomach.

"Do you think we should be out there trying to find this guy?" Emma asked, eyes closed.

"Is that what you want to be doing?" Regina countered.

"No," Emma replied simply. "I want to be here with you."

"Then that's what we'll do," Regina said, leaning over and placing a chaste kiss to Emma's lips.

A frown creased the pale forehead and as Regina pulled away, Emma sat upright once more.

"So you think I'm going to die too?"

"What?" Regina said, eyebrows raised. "Where did that come from?"

"I want to stay here and bury my head in the sand, and by sand I mean between your thighs by the way, and you don't tell me to get off my ass and fight? Regina, you always tell me to do the right thing. We both know a hero in this situation should go and track down whoever has come to Storybrooke and stop him. Instead you're letting me do what I want, for once. Do you think it will be my last request? Is this my dying wish?"

Regina's eyes sparkled with tears as she looked at the woman before her. She reached for Emma's hands, grasping both firmly in her own before continuing.

"Emma, you are not going to die," she said. "We are going to find a way to beat fate. We always do, remember? And I'm not heeding your dying wish, you goon. I want to spend the night in bed with you just as badly as you do. Do you think I enjoy chasing after bad guys? Because I don't! For once, after the day we've had, don't you think we both just deserve to … relax?"

Emma offered a small smile. "Yeah, I'd say we were due a vacation."

"And we'll have one, as soon as that hooded person is defeated. But right now, what do you say we settle for a couple of mind-blowing orgasms?"

Two sculpted eyebrows rose. "Mind-blowing, huh?" Emma said as she reached towards Regina and resumed the previously stalled job of undressing the brunette. "Reckon you're that good, do you, Madam Mayor?"

"Oh I know I am," Regina said with a smirk as she helped Emma remove her jacket and tossed it aside.

Soon Regina too was clad just in underwear. Even as she was silently cursing herself for not having donned a matching set that morning, Emma was unclasping the black lace bra and pushing the red silk underwear down tanned, toned legs. Just as Emma moved to divest herself of her own white lace, Regina stopped her.

"No," Regina said, answering the quizzical eyebrow. "Leave them on. They're my favourite, remember?"

Emma grinned and rolled herself on top of Regina who lay down willingly. Their mouths fused once more, the passion which had always been between them igniting so easily, as it did most nights. Even months into their relationship, neither woman could get enough of the other. Regina moved herself backwards up the bed until her head was resting against the pillow, Emma's tongue swirling delightfully against her own. She whimpered, therefore, when the blonde pulled away.

Emma ignored the not so silent protest, knowing Regina was going to enjoy her next move just as much. She smirked against the olive skin when, seconds later, a moan erupted into the room as Emma's mouth began to suckle just beneath Regina's ear, her tongue teasing the lobe. Once captured between pale pink lips, Regina bucked her hips, the sweet spot inexplicably linked to her core. Emma released her lobe with a soft pop and continued her descent, bypassing Regina's bare breasts in her eagerness to reach where she knew both herself and the brunette needed to feel one another.

She settled on her knees between Regina's legs and grinned as she dropped onto her elbows, wiggling her butt in the air a little. Regina's eyes darkened at the sight of the white lace encasing the tight, round ass but seconds later her eyes snapped shut and she gasped in delight as Emma's tongue delved between her folds.

The tip of the blonde's tongue trailed a path through Regina's most intimate area, mapping the already familiar skin as if it were the first time. She settled, quickly, on Regina's clit which she sucked into her mouth and teased mercilessly with her tongue. Regina's hands gripped the sheets, her core clenching wantonly, needing attention. What Emma was doing to her clit felt amazing but she wanted more. And Emma knew it. She glanced up the bed, over the flushed skin above her and finally took in Regina's face. Her hair was mussed, cheeks red, and her eyes screwed tight in a mixture of lust and frustration. Emma grinned into the wet sex before her. She loved driving her girlfriend wild. But, she mused, she also loved giving Regina pleasure.

"Fuck!" Regina cried as two fingers swiftly entered her without warning. Her eyes flew open and she saw the cocky glint in the saviour's own green orbs as she looked down at the woman whose face was buried between her thighs.

"Indeed," Emma mumbled against Regina's clit, making the brunette jump.

Regina narrowed her eyes and reached down, threading her fingers through Emma's hair and gently pulling the blonde's focus back to the job in hand. And mouth. Naturally, Emma was more than happy to oblige and suckled Regina's clit with renewed vigour, her fingers already thrusting a fast rhythm in and out of the brunette's tight channel. Regina's fingernails dug into Emma's scalp as she approached her peak. Body shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, she gave herself over to the pleasure Emma was causing and came hard against the blonde's mouth.

Emma didn't move, she stayed right where she was; lips sealed around the tight bud, fingers trapped by pulsating walls. She didn't want to move, of course. But she also wanted to prolong Regina's pleasure. As the brunette relaxed a little, she wiggled her fingers slightly and sent another mini-orgasm through Regina's body.

"Emma," the brunette gasped, spent and desperate.

The younger woman was beside her in a second, arms wrapped around the trembling woman and their mouths locked, Regina's essence mingled in their kiss. Their tongues moved languidly, reverently, both women needing a little time to recover from the intensity of their love making. As they settled against the sheets, side by side, legs intertwined and foreheads resting against one another, Regina spoke.

"Well, my mind is blown."

Emma's chuckle released a puff of air against Regina's lips. "Good," she said, kissing the older woman tenderly. "I'm glad you approve of my methods."

"Very much so," Regina said sincerely. "Now, how about we see what I can do for you?"

Emma grinned as she rolled willingly onto her back, Regina suddenly straddling her. It was at this time that Emma remembered she was still wearing her white underwear. Taut nipples strained against the lace and Regina licked her lips as she looked down at the dark buds beneath. Unable to resist, she took one in her mouth, through the fabric, and sucked. Emma moaned, back arched. Regina switched soon to the other breast, swirling her tongue around and enjoying the roughness of the lace against it as well as the fact that she knew she was teasing Emma. Eventually, she pulled the cup aside and enveloped a waiting nipple with no barrier at last.

Amazing as it was, Emma needed more. She still, despite the taste of Regina on her lips and the sensations of Regina's tongue at her breast, was thinking about the hooded stranger.

"Gina, please," she breathed.

Regina raised her head, surprised at the desperation she heard in the blonde's plea. She could tell, at once, that Emma needed distracting, needed to forget. That she was still thinking about her fate, her failure, her death.

Crawling back up, Regina kissed Emma softly, their lips barely brushing together.

"I love you," she whispered as her fingers inched the white lace underwear aside.

Emma didn't reply. Regina knew the answer anyway. Instead she allowed her eyes to close and to give herself over to the sensation of Regina's fingers cupping her hot sex. She wanted, just for a few minutes, to think of nothing but the beautiful woman hovering above her.

Reaching Emma's hard clit, Regina rubbed two fingers over it a few times before retreating. She wanted to prolong the inevitable. The longer she teased, the longer it would be before the two of them had to face reality again. One fingertip entered Emma, just a little way, curling as it retreated. Joined by a second, she pushed them a little further, a little deeper, feeling Emma's body part in welcome. The blonde shuddered in delight as Regina dropped her lips to the blonde's neck, kissing and licking the thin skin at her pulse point.

"More," Emma husked.

A third finger slid into the blonde, stretching her wider. She sighed in contentment and delight. This was working, she thought. Now she could forget. Except she wasn't forgetting if she was aware there was even something to forget. So lost in her own thoughts was she that Emma hadn't realised Regina's lips had left her neck until a soft palm cupped her cheek, encouraging her eyes open.

"Focus on me, Emma," Regina said quietly when green eyes met her own concerned brown ones. "Just you and me."

Emma nodded mutely and watched, heart thumping, as Regina slid down her body, fingers still pumping slowly in and out of her core the entire time. When she reached Emma's waist, she at last removed the white underwear, exposing Emma's core to her eager mouth. Without breaking eye contact with the blonde, Regina lowered her lips to the straining bud.

And at last, blissfully, Emma forgot.