Chapter Summary: Regina presents Emma with delightful surprises.

Chapter Fourteen: True Confessions, Lunch and Other Delights

In a thick purple haze, the two women were transported from the front of Granny's Diner straight into Emma's living room, a notion that baffled the blonde because Regina had mentioned lunch and Emma knew there was very little food in her refrigerator. "If you were hoping to make me lunch, I hope you grocery shopped. You have Henry this week, which means I get to live out of to-go boxes for a few days."

"Now Emma, would I bring you all the way over here without feeding you?"

Regina pointed behind her and when Emma turned, she noted that upon her dining room table, at each place setting, sat four silver bell-shaped covers. "Ah… I see. Are we expecting two other people for lunch?"

"No. It's just us. But first, we should talk."

Regina watched a line form in the middle of Emma's forehead as she hungrily eyed the covered food. "Well, can't we talk and eat?"

"No. Things need to be done in a specific order."

"A specific order…" Emma repeated slowly as if letting that sink in.

"Yes, according to a plan."

Emma snorted, "I didn't realize there was a policy and procedure for consuming lunch."

"Are you trying to be difficult, Sheriff Swan?"

"Maybe a little. I'm just trying to figure out what's going on. Plus, I'm starving. I haven't had much of an appetite…"

"I hardly believe that," Regina interrupted with a smirk causing Emma to flirtatiously reply back.

"… but now that I know that you missed me and all, and want to spend time with me, I find that I am completely famished."

"I do want to spend time with you." Regina took her hand and walked her to the sofa. Together they sat down beside one another. "Emma, I want to spend a lot more time with you."

"I like where this is going." The blonde leaned in for a kiss but Regina put her fingers to Emma's lips and Emma murmured behind them, "What?"

Regina chuckled and lowered her hand. "I need to finish."

"Well, can you hurry up? Not only am I hungry now, but I'm excited to kiss you." Emma sobered and asked with a skeptical glance. "Kissing was a part of the deal, right? When you said you missed me, you missed kissing me also?"

Regina nodded. "Definitely. Make no mistake, Emma. I'm in. For you, the relationship. Everything."

"What changed your mind?"

Regina paused and nervously chewed on her bottom lip. "Remember when I said I was afraid to lose you? I already knew how intense my feelings were for you." She put up a hand for emphasis, "I can't be sure when it happened or how it happened, but I do know that it hadn't just come up recently. I think I have been slowly falling in love with you for years. I don't know how you did it, Emma, but you got under my skin."

"Um… thank you?"

Clasping Emma's hands in hers not knowing how much it thrilled the blonde, Regina continued, "Even when I was with…"

Emma stopped her with a hand, not wanting to hear Forest Fart's name. "…he who must not be named so we shall call him… Bear-shitting-in-the-woods."

Regina rolled her eyes but a whisper of a smile surfaced anyway. "Now really."

"My apartment, my rules." She could not help the tiniest bit of jealousy from escaping, which was detected by Regina and quite frankly pleased her. "I hate that guy. He was never good enough for you."

"Then why did you help me with him so many times?"

"Because you are good enough to have everything you want, Regina." Emma looked awkwardly down at her hands. "And you know, the whole love thing. I love you. Even though I didn't let myself see that I was really in love with you at the time."

"When did you realize it?"

"Our true love's kiss. When you saved me from the darkness. But at that time, we fooled ourselves into thinking that it was because of our link with Henry and that it was something platonically familial." The blonde shrugged, "It plagued me for months afterward actually. Even though it was just a kiss on the cheek, and I was, well, unconscious, when I heard what happened, I think I knew that it meant something more, but I just kept trying to deny it."

"Me too."

"Geez, aren't we a pair of idiots."

Regina put a finger up in correction and joked, "Um… that term is always specifically reserved for your parents."

They both laughed. Emma brought her knee up and leaned forward, bringing Regina's knuckles up, kissing them and basking in the feel of having Regina close again. "So… this is really happening? Between us?" At Regina's nod and their shared smiles, Emma's spirit soared to heights she never thought possible before. "You like me. You really really like me!"

"Emma…" Regina laughed pulling her closer and cradling the blonde's face in her shaking hands. Regina was shaking for goodness sakes, she was so jubilantly happy, "… I love you." Regina searched her face. "I choose you."

Emma gulped and was so overcome with emotion, her eyes became moist so she wiped at the tears gathering at the corners. What the fuck? She hated crying, and crying sentimental happy tears embarrassed her. Emma Swan was tough, had grown up with thick skin on purpose so she never had to cry, but she was moments away from blubbering like a baby. With slightly wet fingers she dragged Regina's hands from her cheeks, held them in her lap and stared down at them a little bashfully. "Fuck you for making me cry, Regina, seriously."

The older woman chortled, astonished to find that joyful tears were threatening her own eyes. For the very first time in her life, she felt the rightness of the moment. This was it. Emma Swan was the one and didn't that just beat all! Reaching up she cupped Emma's cheek again, wiped a lone tear with her thumb and unable to resist any longer, Regina pulled her in and tasted the excellence of this moment, of their coming together, off Emma's lips.

The younger woman slipped her hands around Regina's waist and pulled her into a full embrace. Thoroughly their lips moved over one another's and Emma could not remember a moment that had felt so absolutely perfect. Regina's eager tongue slipped in between her lips and Emma welcomed it, using her own to coax a more demanding response. She got it when Regina grabbed the collar of her jacket, angled her head and deepened the kiss.

They were not sure of how long they stayed this way, just enjoying one another and the knowledge that this day had finally come, but when Emma began to slowly ease Regina onto her back, fitting herself between Regina's thighs, the brunette groaned and feebly uttered, "Wait… wait… Emma…"

"No, let's not wait…" Emma kissed Regina's throat, tasting the supple skin on a light suck and smiled against her jawline, "… more… more!"

The chuckling that erupted from within Regina rumbled against Emma's lips and holding Emma tightly, she cherished her in a nuzzling cuddle. Emma thought that if Regina wanted her to stop, she should not be hugging her so tightly.

Regina on the other hand was cherishing the feel of Emma on top of her, a feeling that she was fast becoming fond of, and she greatly desired more from the woman but she could not forget her plans. All in good time.

"Sheriff Swan, I thought you were hungry."

Emma's response was to rock her core into Regina's, causing the woman to gasp loudly. Between heady kisses, Emma iterated passionately, "I am, Regina. Oh, I am."

Grabbing a fistful of golden hair, Regina pulled Emma's head up and widely smiled into her face.

"For food."

"I…" Emma's stomach growled just then and she cursed it for the traitor it was while Regina laughed. "Damn it." Emma looked down between their bodies and told her stomach, "I was just about to get busy."

Regina squirmed to slip out from beneath her. "We have our whole lives to get busy."

Missing the feel of the brunette under her, Emma sat up and sulked. "Yeah, hopefully it doesn't take that long."

She watched Regina walk to the table, turn and wait for her. Unwillingly, Emma erected herself from the sofa and ambled over to the table. She took in Regina's black wrap dress, one she had seen before on her. Admittedly, it was one of the Sheriff's favorites on the Mayor. With a smile, she hoped that with any luck she would be able to introduce that dress to her bedroom floor sometime today. "So what have you made us for lunch, Madame Mayor? Hopefully something that doesn't contain jicama."

Regina smiled mischievously and lifted the first cloche revealing two small plates of salad. "No jicama but something healthy for you."

"Oh… yay…" Emma's unexcited reply had Regina laughing as she set the cloche aside. "I hope you have something entirely fattening under the others." The blonde eyed the side salads that were simply made with some healthy greens, cucumbers, tomatoes, a few garbanzo beans, and a sliver of red onion… these vegetables are doable, she thought.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." Regina paused over the next one excited to show it to the blonde. "The food is being kept warm magically under the covers. I think you're going to like this, Emma." With flourish, Regina uncovered two medium sized cups of soup.

"Clam chowder?" Emma's face brightened as she forgot about the salads all together. "I love clam chowder."

"Not just any Clam Chowder but McGinty's Clam Chowder!"

Emma goggled at that and her jaw dropped, looking at the mayor incredulously. "What… how…?" Leaning over and sniffing the soup, Emma moaned in delight, pleased with how familiar the scent was. McGinty's was a pub in Boston that she used to frequent purposely for their clam chowder. It was her absolute favorite and a place she did miss from time to time just for their soup. She could not believe that Regina was presenting it to her now, and she had wondered if the dark haired woman had gone to Boston, herself, to retrieve it, though that did not seem likely. "I don't understand." Glancing up in disbelief, Emma stared at Regina. "Did you use magic somehow?"

"No. I googled the recipe… and confirmed it with the chef." Regina smiled and picked up a cup, smelling the thick white soup. "It smells delicious."

"It's my favorite."

"Yes, I know. You had mentioned that once or twice before." Regina replaced the cup and frowned at Emma when the blonde blinked at Regina as if she was seeing her through new eyes somehow. "What? I hope it's good."

"You made me McGinty's clam chowder."

Regina covered the soups to keep them warm and smiled in a self-effacing manner. "You'll have to let me know how mine compares to theirs. Maybe one day, we can go to Boston together and have their soup. We could do another road trip."

"We won't need to. Yours already tastes better." She watched Regina color a little and Emma distracted herself by looking down at her reflection in the shiny silver cloche, so as not to make the woman feel more self-conscious, but she was truly touched that Regina not only remembered her favorite soup but went to the trouble of trying to recreate it. "So… what's next on the menu?"

"Ah!" Regina perked up again and moved to the next place setting and with an excited lift revealed two plates of her lasagna that she knew Emma loved."

"Oh my God! Your lasagna?"

"Uh-huh…" Regina looked at the nicely sized rectangles with their layers of pasta, meaty tomato sauce and a perfect blend of ricotta and mozzarella cheese, with a few added ingredients that made the dish uniquely hers. She had to admit that they looked wholly appetizing with the right color and light to them. It had been a while since she had made it for Emma and she began to say so, "I know it's been a while since you ate…" but she was cut off by Emma suddenly capturing her in her arms and crushing her mouth over hers. She was completely surprised by Emma's ardor and when the blonde's tongue stroked her lips for permission to enter, she gladly allowed it in and greeted it with her own. When their lips parted slightly and their foreheads were propped against one another, Regina looked into buoyant green eyes. "Well… I take it that you are pleased with my lunch choices."

"I am more than pleased… with everything." They parted and Emma sighed overwhelmed with how much Regina had done. She eyed the last metal cloche. "And under here? What's this?"

Regina covered Emma's hand, stopping her before she could uncover it. Clasping her hand and bringing it to her lips, Regina explained. "That is dessert and it's a surprise."

"Yeah? Hot or cold?"

"I'm not telling."

That seemed to intrigue Emma even more and she beamed at Regina, throwing out guesses. "Ice cream? No! Your apple pie? Your apple pie and ice cream?" At Regina's lifted eyebrow and amused look, the younger woman continued. "No, I bet it's something a bit more gourmet. Crème broulee? Tiramisu?"

"Oh no, Emma. You are going to have to wait." With a wave of her hand, Regina conjured up a small table for two. Atop the table were romantic candles and wine glasses with a bottle of Italian Lambrusco. "Shall we, dear?"

"Let's."

[X]

Lunch was delicious. Emma had enjoyed each part of their meal, watching Regina levitate the items from their spots on white doilies to their table. The soup tasted exactly like she remembered and it was as if Regina had gone to Boston and had gotten two orders to go. Emma had joked that now that Regina knew how to make her favorite soup she would be coming over for dinner more often. Regina had just smiled and Emma was elated to hear her reply with, "I was expecting that would happen anyway, Emma."

They had finished their lasagna 30 minutes ago and were just enjoying each other's company and drinking wine.

"This was amazing, Regina. Everything was so tasty and I know I could probably eat another helping of your lasagna."

Rolling the wine glass stem in her fingers, Regina charmingly smiled and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed lunch."

"I'm very touched that you went to so much trouble. I mean, the clam chowder was excellent and it was the thought more than anything. And everything else… I…" Emma gave a sheepish smile, "I feel very special."

"You are, Emma. Very special."

The blonde flushed a little and glanced at the last cloche on the table. "I think I'm ready for dessert."

"Are you?" Regina downed the contents of her wine glass and placed it down on the table with a hidden smile. "I hope you won't be disappointed."

"Are you kidding? I'm going to love whatever's underneath there."

"Well, then…" Regina scooted her chair back and suggested, "… let's go see what it is."

Like an excited child on Christmas morning, much to Regina's amusement, Emma bounded from her chair moving eagerly toward the table and Regina was suddenly reminded of how much the gleeful smile that Emma wore was so similar to Henry's. They stood in front of the silver bell shaped cover together and Regina prompted, "Go ahead."

With a large grin from ear to ear, Emma raised the cloche and Regina took a soft inhale as the blonde's smile faded in confusion for there was nothing underneath there. She looked at Regina quizzically and said, "No apple pie?" Emma chuckled, "Where's dessert?"

She watched a playful light cross Regina's features as the brunette stepped in front of her, gave her a meaningful look and then hoisted herself up on the table, sitting where dessert should be and crossed her legs seductively.

Emma's mouth dried quickly as her mouth hung wide open, drawing a long slow breath in, while her pupils dilated. The meaning of Regina's actions registered in her lust-fogged brain. The brunette licked her lips, flipped her hair over her shoulder and with a curled index finger, closed Emma's mouth before dropping her hand to the table again.

"Regina, it would be cruel if you were fucking with me right now."

"And here I thought the idea of 'fucking with you' would be obvious. Do I need to spell it out for you, Sheriff?"

With a rather frisky expression, Emma stepped closer. "Absolutely. As a matter of fact, I think you should tell me exactly what you want right now, Regina. Feel free to use your naughty words."

Regina silently laughed and shook her head. Instead, she crooked her finger in a come-hither motion, hooked the same finger into the waist band of Emma's pants and pulled her up against her. "I want you, Emma. No more waiting."

Their lips met with urgency, their hands possessed each other's bodies and their lusty moans filled the room. With shaky hands, Emma uncrossed Regina's thighs and stepped in between them while Regina's hands wrapped around her lower back, holding Emma captive as her lips crossed a pale cheek and snuck into the crook of the blonde's neck.

Emma mewled feeling the sharp edge of teeth gently nibbling at the spot just below her ear and arousal shot through her, sending a pulse to her nerve endings, especially the tiny bundle at her center. "Jesus Christ! Bedroom. Bedroom now." The blonde did not wait for Regina to respond. She slipped her arms beneath the mayor's curvy bottom, encouraging Regina's legs to circle her waist, picked her up and started to carry her to the bedroom.

"Emma!" Regina was shocked that she was being carted down the hallway like a sack of groceries but held on, giggling at Emma's avidity and clutching at Emma's shoulders. "Do not drop me, Emma."

"Out of all the things I plan to do to you, Regina, dropping you is the very last thing." When the blonde reached her bedroom, she uttered into Regina's neck, "Open the door." She sucked on Regina's earlobe and the Mayor sobbed loudly and felt her way down the wood behind her. Where the hell is the door knob? Oh! Emma whispered one of the things she wanted to do to Regina once she got to the bed and Regina was prompted to fumble around faster. She would have turned to see what she was doing but Emma was now sucking on her tongue. Tearing her mouth away, Regina swore loudly using a word she rarely ever uttered, astonishing the blonde, and Emma had to laugh. "That was hot!"

Once they got the door open, Emma hurtled them toward the bed, dropped Regina down on top of it, and began unbuttoning her own blouse. "I'm sorry. Am I rushing things?" Emma asked tearing her shirt off, revealing a hunter green bra with black lace edges above toned abs, and Regina admired the sexiness in front of her, propping herself on her elbows to watch the blonde undress. She licked her lips when Emma undid her belt.

"Not at all. My goal walking into Granny's today was to woo you, Sheriff, and get you naked. I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

Emma's half suppressed laugh came out on a breathy exhale as she unsnapped the button of her jeans and unzipped her pants. She eyed the woman who was still clothed, though the dress was a bit askew. "Why aren't you undressing?"

"I'm having so much fun watching you, dear."

"I'm half naked already, Regina, and you're still all covered up."

Regina provocatively parted her legs, pulled up her skirt and revealed the greatest secret of the afternoon, "Not where it counts." Emma's smirk disappeared and was replaced with a stupefied look.

"You weren't wearing underwear this entire time?"

"Nope."

"All through lunch?" Emma eyes connected with Regina's very naked, already treasured offering.

Regina shrugged and shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid not."

"You're going to kill me, Regina."

That sultry deep timbered laugh carried to her ears, leaving a sensual rumble in its wake and coursing all through Emma's heated body. "Don't die on me now, Emma. Remember, I have plans for you." Leaning back on her elbows again, Regina brought two fingers of each hand up to circle her nipples slowly through her dress. Because of the dark color, Emma could not see the breasts swelling with arousal but she could see the woman's fingertips stumble over their hard nubs and she really thought she was having a heart attack because breathing suddenly became difficult. "However, if you really want me naked, might I employ you to unzip me?"

Emma could do nothing more but watch in this moment with her feet firmly planted on the ground and her chest insanely heaving as the brunette moved up and then over onto all fours, bottom wiggling enticingly. Emma's eyes followed its movement and examined the long zipper up the woman's back.

Emma reached out and pulled back halfway when she realized her usually nimble hands were shaking with desire. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to steady herself and her fingers proceeded to travel up toward the zipper tab. In order to get to it, she placed one knee on the bed and then the other. Now, her front was plastered against Regina's moving behind, the woman's feet between Emma's legs and the whole scene was sending pleasurable twitches to Emma's core. She had to place her hands on Regina's squirming hips to still them and in doing so, Emma couldn't help but push herself into Regina's bottom. She briefly wondered if Regina would be open to strap-on play.

"We have our whole lives to get busy."

Emma recalled Regina's words from earlier and felt an immense glee. This was truly the beginning of many wonderful moments.

Regina enjoyed having Emma's firm grip on her, loved the feel of Emma's open fly rubbing against her and, goodness, she was going to have to get this dress dry cleaned for the marks her essence was making on the inside of her skirt. Her excitement was evident already, pooling where her thighs met.

"Emma, hurry."

"Just give me a second." The blonde took a deep breath and closed her eyes as they blurred with lust. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything or anyone more than Regina Mills right now. Gulping and licking her lips, she pulled slowly on the tab and the rasp of the zipper was as intoxicating a sound as any sensual moan, denoting a promise of good things to come. The brunette's back came into view in the V of the dress and as if knowing what Emma wanted, the sides fell, revealing more of Regina to Emma's view.

"Regina, you're gorgeous."

The immodest look the brunette threw over her shoulder, hardened Emma's nipples. "You haven't seen it all yet, Emma. Take it off and then tell me what you think."

Achingly slow, Emma parted the sides of the black material and then leaned over to place soft kisses down Regina's back admiring her scent. Nearing the bottom of the opening, Emma flicked her tongue licking the skin and Regina fisted the bed sheets beneath her. "Oh, Emma."

Pulling Regina up and against her, both of them kneeling on the bed, Emma peeled the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall low on Regina's hips. She cupped Regina's breasts through the luxurious fabric of her bra, the material soft beneath her fingers and massaged Regina as she licked and nibbled at her pulse point.

"This," Emma whispered while fingering the pink bra Regina wore, "looks familiar."

Tittering, Regina answered, "Yes, I believe you've been holding its matching bottoms captive, Sheriff."

"Uh-uh." Emma pulled at Regina's chin, turning the woman's head to her. "Those belong to me now." She placed a sweet smile against Regina's, never willing to give up the feel of the woman's lips upon hers. "As do you now, Regina." Emma cherished her by unexpectedly hugging her tenderly from behind. "Mine."

Regina was overcome with emotion. The blonde's chin nestled in the crook of her neck, her arms securely enveloping her in a warm embrace. She traced Emma's forearms back and forth before turning in Emma's arms slipping her own around Emma's torso. "As you are mine, Emma. All mine."

They were staring into each other's eyes so meaningfully that Emma was surprised suddenly when she felt her bra strap unsnap and loosen and with a smile she gaped at Regina. "Smooth, Your Majesty. Real smooth."

Shrugging, Regina retorted, "The Queen wants what the Queen wants." She then drew the bra down Emma's arms and flung it to the other side of the room. Cradling the undersides of Emma's magnificent breasts, she kissed the blonde coaxing her lips apart with an impatient tongue and between yearning swipes, Regina praised, "You are exquisite."

Emma felt the compliment deeply as she felt Regina's fingertips glide over her and then expertly tweak her beaded tips. "God, Regina, yes."

Emma thought her breasts being in Regina's hands were the single best feeling in the world but then she felt the warmth of Regina's mouth on her and the coil, low in her abdomen, tightened even further and her center lurched forward looking for contact.

The brunette responded by suckling at her harder and slipping her palms into the back of Emma's pants, pushing downward, undressing her. Emma kicked everything off, hungry for more and once naked, Regina grabbed at her, pulling her by the hips, roughly against her and then throwing her down on the bed and covering her mouth with hers.

Emma had no idea that being seduced by Regina Mills would be this extraordinary. The woman was committed to making Emma feel the depths of her desire. It was all encompassing and Emma found herself inflamed with the fire of Regina's passion.

Laying on top of her, the lace of Regina's bra grazed and excited the blonde's breasts. Regina placed Emma's wrists above her head and held them down with her hands while she rubbed their centers together enticingly and cajoled Emma into a steamy caress of the lips.

"Look at you," Emma said with a chuckle, "Even in bed, you're topping me."

Regina collected both of Emma's wrists in one hand and traversed the other, brushing her knuckles down the blonde's cheek, fingering her bottom lip and then cupping a breast before stroking its rigid peak. To watch the woman's brown eyes follow each action, turned Emma on so much and already Regina was better in bed than she had possibly given her credit for. Holy shit! Regina was hot.

"It's hard for me, naturally, to relinquish power, so you may find that I assume it whether I'm on top or beneath you. But you are welcome to try and take it from me, Sheriff."

Jesus freaking crap! How did Regina bewitch her senses just by talking? It enhanced every touch tenfold.

"I will definitely try, and I promise, no matter what position we find ourselves in, you're sure to enjoy every minute of it, Regina."

The brunette's wide grin was her reward for her boldness. It was as if Emma had passed a test, by the look Regina gave her. Emma raised her head and met Regina's lips bringing about a whimper from the queen by sucking on her bottom lip and soothing it with her tongue.

Suddenly, Emma became distracted by a hand skimming down over her ribcage, down across her abdomen and dipping in between their bodies into her soft slick womanhood. Emma's head collapsed heavily onto the pillow and she swore loudly, as Regina's fingers brushed back and forth against the most intimate part of her.

Nibbling teeth traveled the blonde's jaw line to her ear where Regina, while reveling in the young woman's slickness, whispered, "You feel so good, Emma."

"Shit," Emma murmured just before Regina claimed her lips again and began stroking her heat in earnest, alternating between linear strokes and circles.

Those fingers were creating havoc with Emma's sanity, moving quickly on her and then moving at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Unable to free her wrists easily, Emma chuckled and voiced, "You're a lot stronger than you look. Aren't you going to let me reciprocate? You've had me in quite a state since I left your office that day."

"You'll get your chance. You've been so patient with me that you deserve this. Let me love you first."

How does one deny a request such as that? She kissed Regina back fervently and tried to relay everything she was feeling: her love for Regina and the gratitude at being adored so.

The brunette seemed to understand because she smiled and affectionately brushed the tips of their noses together in a sweet and tender action.

"Emma…" Setting a lingering kiss on the blonde's lips, Regina asked, "Can I slip inside you?" She traced Emma's opening with an eager finger.

"Yes. Please."

An invading finger penetrated her and Regina closed her eyes at the feeling of being instantly engulfed by soft gripping walls. The older woman sighed when Emma pulled her hands free and drew her down to moan into her mouth as she continued her intimate probing.

"Touch my clit," Emma begged.

With her thumb, Regina fulfilled Emma's request and with more enthusiastic plunges and strokes, Emma's body began to writhe and the most incredible sounds dropped from her lips. Regina was entranced, watching Emma climax.

The blonde clutched at Regina's body, hugging her close as she came and afterwards loosened her grip, laying limply and trying to regulate her breathing.

Emma opened her eyes and gazed dreamily at the ceiling. "Best lunch ever."

Regina chuckled at that and pulled her arousal-soaked fingers from Emma and wrapped the blonde's limber thigh around her waist to caress its expanse from the back of her knee to Emma's bottom.

"That was… that was…" The look of wonder on Emma's face was so endearing, Regina could hardly contain her adoration and wore it on her face as she happily propped her head on an upturned palm, leaning on an elbow.

"Oh my God. I've rendered her speechless. It can be done."

"… amazing, Regina. That was amazing." Green eyes scanned the brunette's features and then filled with a mischievous gleam. "Now," proposed Emma, easily flipping them over and was now straddling Regina, sitting on top her and pinning her to the bed, "It's my turn, Madame Mayor."

Regina's eyes sparkled in anticipation. The thought of Emma pleasuring her sent a tingle all throughout her warm and willing body. Before she could come back with a joking rejoinder, Emma melded their lips together, kissing her senseless. Again, like the day in her office she had to acknowledge it. Emma Swan was a superb kisser and had she known this from the beginning, well, things might have turned out differently. However, everything happened for a reason and here she was with Emma now.

Overwhelmed with the potency of Emma's kiss, Regina spoke her thoughts absently, "You are quite marvelous at that."

"What? Kissing?" If she could see the woman's chest, she was certain she'd watch Emma puff up proudly.

She chuckled. "Yes."

"Better than Bear-shitting-in-the-woods?"

Finally erupting into laughter, Regina nodded and genuinely heartened, "Most definitely." Emma thrilled her and her heart quickened at the thought that there were going to be many more moments with Emma like this. "You are a phenomenal kisser."

"Yeah?" Emma waggled her eyebrows. "Well that isn't all." The blonde gave her a parting smirk and descended down her body. She stopped momentarily to help Regina remove her bra and pay homage to each beautiful breast, and then she moved lower, settling in between her legs. "Let's see. I believe I was right about here," Emma reminded, placing a light kiss over Regina's folds and Regina gasped at the contact, "…before you so rudely kicked me out of your office."

"I believe you're right."

Emma slipped her arm under Regina's thigh and brought her fingertips to her mound. "But I never got to see you." Spreading her open, Emma shakily inhaled at the welcome sight of an aroused Regina in front of her. She licked her lips in hopeful anticipation and whispered, drawing ever closer, a compliment that was simply stated but touched Regina deeply, "You're beautiful, Regina." Immediately after, Emma bowed her head and took her first, long-awaited taste.

She took pleasure in Regina's gasp, savored the feel of Regina's hands slipping into her blonde tresses, her nails lightly raking and massaging her scalp and she relished Regina's unique scent and flavor.

Nudging her lips more into the woman's soft folds, curling and swiping her tongue, Emma enjoyably observed Regina's head come off the pillow to watch Emma please her and then her head would fall to the pillow as if the sight was just too much to take.

The blonde smiled and lifted a thigh pushing it higher, opening the brunette up even more. With testing fingers, she circled the hidden bundle of nerves, pleased when the older woman whimpered and then worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "You like that?"

Regina bobbed her head in affirmation and lust laden eyes opened, gazing at Emma as Regina answered. "I like the feel of your mouth too."

Those dimples Regina loved so much flashed on the ends of a wide knowing grin and a teasing light flit across Emma's face. "Hint taken," Emma replied and surrounded Regina's warm slick hood with her mouth, making out with it lingeringly and thoroughly.

When Regina could not help her hips from undulating, Emma moved her head from side to side to bury more of her face into Regina's warm dewy folds, adding another sensation that was urging Regina closer to her release.

"Emma… oh, right there. More."

The younger woman followed orders and focused on the spot, flicking it wildly, and it drove Regina toward madness, the brunette could nearly feel herself pulsating under Emma ministrations.

Emma moaned into her heated flesh and Regina panted pulling Emma in by the back of her head.

"Regina." Emma pulled away enough to talk and groaned when the brunette moved her hips downward seeking her mouth and Emma became distracted. "You are so hot." She fingered the engorged nub, watching it move with her fingers. "I need to be inside you.

"Yes… your fingers, Emma. Two."

Oh holy crap! Regina's words had Emma leaning her forehead on her hand trying desperately to calm her libido. Her other hand palmed the spread thigh before moving down to Regina's opening. When Emma felt she was okay to continue, she lubricated her index and middle finger with her mouth, rubbed it lovingly up and down Regina's slippery silken skin and then slowly pushed them in, enjoying the velvety tightness that swallowed her up.

"Perfect Regina. So fucking perfect." Drawing Regina into her mouth again she used her lips and tongue in the same tempo as her jabbing fingers, which coincidentally began to match the timing of Regina's moans and pants, getting louder and faster.

"Yes, Emma, yes! You're so good. Don't stop."

No way in hell was she stopping, Emma thought. Not with how Regina was moving and sounding right now and how those hands were clutching at her head again with an urgent need. The whole scene was so passionate and sensual that with one hand plunging rapidly into Regina and the other up cupping Regina's breast, Emma wished she had an extra hand to bury between her own legs. The blonde began moaning too and the reverberation over Regina's center became too much and with a loud shriek of Emma's name, the brunette's back arched off the bed and one hand fisted in the bedsheets while the other pressed Emma's face into her. Regina repeated Emma's name reverently even after her thighs closed of their own volition and she had to tear her sensitive self away from the blonde's skilled mouth.

Being defiant, however, Emma still pumped her fingers into her, climbing quickly up Regina's body and sucking a breast into her mouth. With one last plunge, Emma kept her fingers in deeply feeling Regina's walls clasp and quiver around her.

As her body started to calm, Regina embraced Emma, her body opening up for the blonde between her legs again.

The blonde laid her cheek on Regina's bosom and listened to the sound of her rapidly beating heart. I love you.

"I love you, Emma."

Emma's eyes goggled and she whipped her head up fixing Regina with an incredulous stare. "Did I… say that out loud?"

The brunette blinked at her in confusion. "No. I said that out loud."

"But I was thinking it too. I love you, Regina."

The older woman's skin took on a heated blush, as she was not used to hearing the words. "Oh. Well… good."

Emma pulled at her persuasively. "Come here."

Regina's eyes sparkled and a salacious smile began to form. "What did you have in mind, Sheriff?"

Emma moved to a sitting position and dragged Regina on top to straddle her. She spread her own legs wide, wrapping Regina's legs around her waist. The blonde started with slow kisses that became hot and urgent. "More."

Regina's brain was muddled with Emma's advances. "Yes," she circled an arm around Emma's neck, opening her mouth over the blonde's and allowing her tongue to run along the seam.

Emma groaned, cupped Regina's bottom and lifted it, rubbing their throbbing, aching centers together, generating heated sighs and whimpers from both of them at the contact.

"Oh God, Emma." Regina arms tightened around her, enjoying Emma's heavy breathing in her ear and being in Emma's arms as the woman propelled her in an up and down motion and coaxing Regina to ride her.

They were nearly breathless with the exertion of their lovemaking. Their bodies moving and gliding in a delicious rhythm, the most intimate parts of them brushing together. "You really… are… magnificent at this." Regina panted.

"We are magnificent at this, Regina. This is all us." Emma huffed.

Emma began to lift and grind them together faster, as they raced toward release together, and when they came, they both cried out, grabbing at one another in jerky breaths and movements.

Wound around one another, caressing and petting, sharing the same breath, tasting complete satisfaction off each other's lips, they sat holding one another for a while.

"So."

"So."

Emma fondled Regina's back and enjoyed Regina's moan of approval when one hand began to massage the muscles at the back of her neck. "Oh, yes Emma, yes…"

Emma snickered. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say those words."

Regina tittered, running her own hands affectionately along Emma's back. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of the ways in which you make me say them."

"So, we're a couple now."

"Yes, indeed." Regina added then with a correcting tone, "A True Love couple."

"Huh," Emma sounded with a tongue in cheek expression. "Then I guess there's just one thing I'm wondering about right now." The blonde slanted in, aligning herself up perfectly for a mind-blowing kiss.

"Oh?" Regina gathered Emma's long hair into a ponytail and let it fall down the middle of her back, preparing to receive this kiss. "And what is that?"

The enthusiastic upturn of Emma's smile was arresting. "What do you have planned for us for dinner?"