Emma didn't want to give away the game just yet, she wanted Regina to realize it on her own, and preferably when she was half mad with want. She considered herself fair and not unnecessarily cruel so she would give her a chance to behave. One chance only.

"Here's how this is going down: I can touch myself, I can touch you, and you can touch me, but under no circumstance are you allowed to touch yourself," Emma moved to the foot of the bed while Regina's eyes narrowed in suspicion. It sounded too good to be true. She had no desire to touch herself, if she wanted that she simply would have taken what she needed while Emma was out gallivanting around town enjoying all that pleasure that she had doled out via remote control. She was surrounded by magically operated sex toys for God's sake; Emma wasn't even appreciative of the amount of restraint she had already endured.

She felt she was somehow being played, but she didn't really understand how, "those rules are preposterous. Why would I want to touch myself when you just said you were going to touch me?"

Emma crossed her arms and shook her head in false pity. She was about to explain the difference between a want and a need to Regina in as cripplingly condescending a tone as she could muster, but then she decided that actions would speak far louder than words.

"Well, then forget I said anything, but again, you have to promise that you won't try to touch yourself."

"I won't," Regina snapped as distrust darkened her eyes, but she quickly forgot about that when Emma pulled at the hem of her own shirt, lifting it up over her head. Regina swallowed at the way the waistband of her jeans hugged at her hips, and the oh-so pleasing quality of her toned stomach and cute circular belly button. She was lovely to look at, so…symmetrical, and she could see that her nipples stood in relief to the grey sports bra she wore. There was something to be said when the secret object of one's unbidden desire was stripping willingly in front of her: made her want to pat herself on the back for a job well done.

Regina shifted from her position on the bed. She had been enjoying the view from a lazy recline, but as the clothes were coming off she turned over to her knees, crawling to the edge of the bed for a closer look…maybe some touching…maybe some tasting. She always found it best to engage all of her senses when she was enjoying something whether it be a new cuisine, nature, or in this case, a new lover. Truthfully, Emma hadn't been that great of a Savior when it came to thwarting evil on her own, but maybe that title had more to do with the fact that she was a product of true love. Though she didn't want Emma's reputation to cloud her judgment, she was dying for a taste. Regina was most definitely in need of some hardcore savioring now.

She placed a cool hand on said Savior's warm belly and traced her quivering abs right up and over her tight oblique's. The touch made Emma shiver. She had to remind herself that she was in control and she would not give in to Regina's demands. The way those dark eyes were looking at her body was both with lust and with reverence, and when she placed a wet, but gentle kiss right below her belly button, all the while maintaining eye contact. Emma about decided to fuck her torture/revenge plan and tackle the woman onto the mattress to fuck her.

They were still new to each other and to this, and the sudden lapse in confidence shook Emma's resolve. Also, currently shaking her resolve was Regina methodically popping the button on her jeans and slowly dragging the zipper down.

"I know you're not wearing anything under here," she murmured as her she slid her soft hands down the back of the jeans and gave her ass a hearty squeeze. Emma let out a shaky exhale and her lungs immediately expanded again as she took in a deep steadying breath. Truly, she thought her body had had enough already thanks to the intense vibration of the panties, but here she was wet again, responding and aching.

When Regina rose to her knees, her nails scraping up Emma's back and plucking playfully at the elastic of her bra, her resolve was tested all the more. And when she grasped firmly to her hard biceps all while visually appraising and appreciating her, it dawned on Emma that this was far harder than she anticipated because it was one thing to think of Regina from a distance, but this was so very personal. This was tangible and her own senses kicked into overdrive when those delicate fingers snaked past her arms, lightly grazed her collar bone and splayed over her neck pulling her gently into a soft yet passionate kiss.

Emma automatically deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Regina and pulling her warm, solid silk clad body flush against her own almost bare torso. Teeth nipped playfully at her lips and she opened her mouth to let in a wet hot questing tongue. The kiss made her head swim and then those fingers were twined in her hair tugging her scalp in the most tantalizing way. Emma just pulled her tighter unwilling to break the spectacular kiss that sent lights popping behind her eyes and a fire alight in belly.

The sound of smacking and light moaning coming from the brunette egged Emma on, and she snaked her hands around to the loosely tied belt around Regina's waist and unraveled it completely so her she could feel even more of her. She wanted much more of her, but she did her best to keep her ministrations light and teasing, even as Regina was taking on the role of the heavy hitter. Her left hand sliding from her hair down her neck and around her back to journey between their bodies and knead at her breast, pinching when she reached her nipple. Her right hand was certainly not going to be left out, and made a little pilgrimage sailing to Emma's hip and slowly dipping down the front of her open jeans seeking her source of heat.

Somewhere over the pouring din of sound that had filled her head, Emma realized that this was not going at all how she had envisioned her revenge, and it took as much willpower as she could muster to break away and pull Regina's hand out of her pants. She gave her a desperate shove, in an attempt to gain distance, but she took the gesture giddily and fell happily back on the bed with a contented sigh, motioning for Emma to get on up on her.

Which she did, not surprisingly, first ripping her bra over her head and haphazardly pulling her jeans down her legs, and casting them aside. She then found herself leaping like she had just tripped over a log in the woods onto the bed. Regina had worked her arms out of her silk robe and she now wore just the lacy barely there lingerie. She rolled to her side to face the blonde, not speaking, just staring at one another and listening to each other's shallow breathing, while their hearts hammered and blood rushed.

Emma licked her lips and cast her eyes over the other women's luscious curves, thinking how magnificent she looked with kiss bruised lips, flushed cheeks and darkened full pupils. Regina hungrily grabbed at her body pulling her down and pushing in to get under her. Wanting to see all of her, Emma pulled thin straps of the teddy over Regina's shoulders and then forcefully whisked the thin garment off in one pull.

When she was fully naked, she spread her legs, and Emma looked unabashedly excited that she had offered herself up so willingly. Regina only said one word, as it seemed it was all she was capable of, but she said it so nicely, and so desperately, that Emma almost relented, "Please?"

But she swallowed the hard lump in her throat, and denied the Queen's request, shaking her head, and heard her own voice crack as she choked out, "Not yet."