A/N: for the first time, I'm going to write as if there is a pre-existing physical, sexual relationship between Emma and Regina. This episode didn't have any SwanQueen scenes in it but I thought this fic worked well with what lines I did have. NSFW.
"Instead of a second chance we give her a choice. Come back, live out her days in Rumple's cell, or stay here," Charming suggested to his wife.
The fisherman walked out of sight of the couple and was immediately surrounded in purple smoke. In his place stood Regina. She glanced back over her shoulder towards her two enemies plotting against her.
"A jail cell? I don't think so," Regina snarled as she stalked off towards the town.
"Emma," Regina said, rushing into the Sheriff station a few moments later.
"What's wrong?" the blonde asked, getting to her feet at the panic in her girlfriend's voice.
"Your mother and father. They're planning to leave me behind when you all go back to the Enchanted Forest."
"What?" Emma gasped, moving to hold both of Regina's shaking hands. "How do you know this?"
"I overheard them down at the docks. They said they were either leaving me here or taking me back and locking me in a cage if I agree to that."
"They can't do that!" Emma exclaimed.
"They can and they will," Regina sighed, sinking into the chair Emma had just vacated.
"I won't let them," Emma said, folding her arms defiantly. "I'll tell them about us, then they'll have to let you come."
"You think telling your parents that you're in a relationship with the Evil Queen is going to help the situation? Emma, they'll just accuse me of cursing you or some such rubbish."
"You don't know that. Henry was completely accepting when we told him. Why would Snow and Charming be any different?"
"Because they hate me," Regina sighed, rubbing her hands over her tired face. "There is no way they will give their blessing to our relationship. Too much has happened between us now. There is too much bitterness."
"Then we'll stay here," Emma said, crouching down in front of her girlfriend.
"What?" Regina said, wide eyed.
"I won't go with them," Emma repeated.
"But, Emma, they're your family."
"They're not if they can't accept the woman I love."
"The woman you what?" Regina asked, holding her breath.
"I love you, Regina," Emma said, with a small smile. "I've loved you for a long time."
"I love you too, Emma," Regina said, pulling the blonde towards her by the lapels of her leather jacket and kissing her girlfriend soundly. "But I can't ask you to give up your family for me," she said as they broke apart.
"You didn't," Emma pointed out. "I offered."
"But you've only just found your parents," Regina argued. "I can't be the person that causes your separation. Again."
"I don't care," Emma said. "I want to be with you and Henry. You're my family now. I'm choosing you."
Regina kissed Emma again, her tongue sliding into the familiar mouth as the blonde moved towards her, kneeling between her spread legs. Emma's arms wrapped around her back, pulling their chests together as Regina's teeth nibbled Emma's lower lip.
"You're really picking me?" Regina asked, breaking away once more.
"I'll always pick you Regina," Emma assured.
They kissed more passionately, both women trying to communicate the strength of their love through their lips and tongues. Emma pulled Regina's hips forwards to the front of her chair and began to slide her hand underneath the tight pencil skirt her girlfriend was wearing.
"Here?" Regina gasped. They had always been careful about keeping their relationship quiet. Sex in public places was strictly off limits.
"I need you," Emma said, her fingertip grazing the crotch of Regina's pantyhose as she spoke.
Regina nodded mutely and, with a wave of her hand, magicked away her skirt, nylons and panties.
"Oh God," Emma said, her eyes clouding with lust as she looked at the shaved sex before her.
Regina gasped as Emma's mouth covered her mound in an instant, placing light kisses around the outside as the blonde forced her legs even wider. Gripping the arms of the chair, Regina leant back and allowed her girlfriend even greater access. Emma thanked her by swiping her tongue through her folds, gathering the delectable, tangy moisture on her tongue before she circled Regina's clit quickly.
Hips bucked into the contact as Emma repeated her moves. Her tongue delved deep between her delicate folds, sliding over her hole before probing inside just an inch and then retreating to lave her clit. Regina's hands flew to Emma's hair, the ends of which were tickling her legs as the blonde head bobbed up and down. Regina didn't think she'd ever seen a more erotic sight than the Sheriff of Storybrooke kneeling between her spread legs in her own, glass office.
"More," Regina panted as Emma's tongue returned to her entrance.
Emma used her fingers to spread Regina's labia wider and then firmed up her tongue. Pressing the stiffened tip slowly inside, Emma groaned as the strong taste of her girlfriend, of her love, exploded onto her tongue. Regina was dripping, the essence coating Emma's chin as her tongue slid in and out. Curling her tongue against the front wall of Regina's clenching channel, Emma grinned as she heard Regina cry out, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm approached.
Reaching up, Emma's hand slid beneath a purple blouse and yanked down a lace bra cap to pinch and tweak a nipple. The rough treatment sent Regina over the edge and she screamed through her release, juices flowing copiously over Emma's tongue.
As she slumped back in the chair, Emma moved back from the pink, swollen sex and looked up at her girlfriend. Regina's eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and her hair mussed. Smiling in satisfaction, Emma stood to place a thorough kiss to Regina's lips, knowing how much her girlfriend enjoyed the taste of herself, before she wiped her face on a tissue from her pocket.
"That was amazing," Regina husked as she came back to herself and opened her eyes to see her girlfriend leaning against her desk, a cocky, satisfied look on her face.
"I know," Emma smiled. "And just one of the many reasons I'm choosing you."
"Oh really?" Regina asked, sitting up straighter and encouraging Emma to straddle her lap, which she quickly did. "And what other reasons do you have?"
"Oh you know," Emma said, "Your insane hotness, the things you can do with your tongue, your insatiable appetite. Oh and the fact that you're a wonderful mother to our son and one of the most loyal, loving people I've ever met." As she finished, Emma leaned down to kiss Regina once more, their lips moving softly against one another.
"Why can't other people see me like that?" Regina asked as they broke apart.
"Well firstly, I don't want anyone ever again to see you like this," she said, gesturing to Regina's still naked lower half. "But the rest, give it time. It will happen. Henry sees it, I see it. We're all that matters at the moment."
"You are," Regina nodded. "Me, you and our son."
"A perfect little family," Emma smiled as she kissed Regina's jaw just below her ear. Regina groaned as she felt Emma's tongue flick out to lave her skin. "Hang on," she said, pushing Emma back lightly. "Isn't it your turn?"
"If you insist," Emma said as she stood and turned to clear the paperwork from her desk. As she turned around, Regina waved her hand and all of Emma's clothes vanished. "Shit!" she exclaimed, glancing through her office window in case anyone was outside.
"Don't worry, dear," Regina cooed, relieving herself of the rest of her clothes as she spoke. "I've placed a protection spell around the whole building. No one is walking in on us tonight."
Emma grinned and hopped up onto her desk.
"No, no, I want you bent over. I want your pretty little ass up in the air tonight. I want you to feel my fingers deep inside you," Regina husked.
Emma groaned at the words and instantly jumped off the desk and turned around. She hissed as she lay back down, her hardened nipples tightening further as they came into contact with the cool wood.
"Perfect," Regina purred as she moved to stand behind her girlfriend. She caressed the smooth, pale ass before her, grasping each cheek in a palm before she pressed her own sex against one cheek and leaned over Emma's back.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you, Miss Swan?" Regina asked. She knew it turned them both on when she used Emma's second name.
"Yes!" Emma gasped as she felt Regina's nipples graze her back. "Please!"
Regina smiled and kissed her way down Emma's spine before she reached the top of her butt. Kneeling down, Regina ran her tongue teasingly from the top of her ass crack all the way down, briefly skating over Emma's puckered back entrance before she reached the dripping sex beneath it. Emma's hips pressed backwards as Regina's tongue darted past her hole and went straight for her clit. Circling the bud tightly three times, the brunette licked a long, slow stroke up to Emma's channel and circled the clenching entrance.
"So wet, so ready for me," Regina husked as she saw the liquid seeping from the hole and slowly dripping down Emma's inner thighs.
"Yes," Emma panted. "I need you, Regina."
The brunette wasted no more time and slid two fingers effortlessly into her girlfriend. Emma cried out in pleasure and immediately rocked back against Regina's hand. The brunette stood up and placed her hips firmly against Emma's buttocks, her hand trapped between their bodies. She pumped steadily, getting Emma used to the feeling and soon she felt her muscles loosening.
"More?" she asked.
Emma nodded mutely.
Regina removed her two fingers and gathered more juices before returning with three. She slid in slowly, twisting them around to stretch Emma open. The blonde gasped at the delicious stinging sensation as Regina buried all three fingers knuckle-deep inside her.
"Fuck," Regina murmured as she looked down to where her fingers disappeared into her girlfriend. The sight was intensely erotic.
"Move, please," Emma gasped, needing to feel her girlfriend more completely.
Regina nodded and began to pump, stroking her other hand up and down the flawless skin of her girlfriend's back as she did so. Scissoring her fingers, she widened Emma even further as her pushed in and out, in and out. Her own hips rocked against her hand, allowing her to push as deep as possible into Emma. The blonde was moaning and writhing on the desk, a series of incoherent words spilling from her lips.
"Can you take one more?" Regina asked, wanting or needing to push her girlfriend further tonight.
Emma paused before answering. "Try," she said, with a short nod.
"Tell me if I hurt you," Regina said, as she bent her little finger and slowly, tenderly, slid it into Emma's tight cunt.
The blonde held her breath as she felt herself stretch even wider. She gasped and Regina stopped all movement.
"Are you ok?" she asked, worried.
"Never better," Emma said, rocking her hips back suddenly and pushing all four of Regina's fingers deeper inside her. Both women moaned at the sensations and paused for a moment. "Now fuck me," Emma gasped.
Regina didn't need telling twice. She pushed in hard, curled her fingers and pulled back out. She repeated the move, over and over again. Regina was reaching deeper and deeper inside Emma as her channel expanded and relaxed. The wetness leaking from the blonde coated Regina's hand, and both women's thighs. The spicy smell of sex filled the office. Emma rocked back against the thrusts, impaling herself on Regina's hand, whimpering as she felt the brunette's fingertips reach impossibly deep inside her.
"I'm gonna…," she cried as Regina leaned over her and roughly grasped her hair, pulling her head back and crashing their lips together.
The cries of Emma's orgasm were swallowed into the kiss as Regina's fingers pumped furiously and Emma's hips canted backwards, her body spasming with pleasure. When the blonde beauty went slack beneath her, Regina released her hold on Emma's hair and lay her girlfriend back on the desk. Slowly she slid her fingers from the dripping sex. Emma hissed in pain.
"Sorry!" Regina said.
"S'okay," Emma murmured as she pushed herself off the desk and turned to hug her girlfriend. "It was worth it," she whispered into Regina's ear.
They stood, naked in each others arms, for a long time. Finally Emma moved backwards.
"Much as I want to take you to bed right now and continue our love making, I'm meant to be on night shift," the blonde said, gesturing to the Sheriff office they were in.
"Of course," Regina nodded, magicking back their clothes and tucking a few strands of Emma's hair behind her ear.
"Wanna get lunch tomorrow?" Emma asked.
"Sure," Regina smiled.
"Great, we can tell my parents about us and that we're staying here together."
"What? Emma, are you serious?" the brunette asked, startled.
"As a heart attack," Emma nodded. "I love you and I want the world to know that. They need to know that, whatever happens, I'm with you now. In the Enchanted Forest or Storybrooke, I don't care."
Regina looked up into the fierce green eyes. "I love you, Emma Swan."
"I love you too, Regina Mills."