AN: Here is the promised update. It's kind of short I guess, but I like it alot. I hope you do too! Thanks for all of the reviews, follows, and favorites.

Chapter 14: Ruined

The zipper slid down easily at Emma's pull, and she pushed the tight dress down passed the writer's chest. She looked into Regina's eyes and found the permission that she needed. It was there in the darkening of her brown eyes, burning like a black flame. She reached up and cupped her breasts and felt them pucker beneath her touch. Regina licked her top lip, and she leaned into kiss her, tasting the desire in her mouth. Her desire for Regina. Regina's desire for her. It was the same desire that had kept her up the night before and had her aching for her. Only her.

She leaned back to look at what she held in her hands. Perfect. Round. Soft. Topped with stiff nipples. Her breasts filled her hands and she squeezed gently. She felt Regina's intake of breath; she held it.

How could she have ever thought she could keep it physical. This woman was a masterpiece. After only one night she wanted Regina more than ever, more than when she was a fantasy. Now she knew the woman was better than any fantasy, better than anything she'd ever held before. And she knew as long as she was anywhere within her reach she would reach out for her.

Regina grasped the hem of her black tee shirt and tugged it from where she had it tucked in her jeans. She took over and quickly pulled it over her head. Before her tee shirt hit the floor Regina's hands were on her. On her ribs, her shoulders, moving down to cup her breasts through thin material. She leaned forward and kissed Emma's throat. Her warm moist tongue sent heat through her and made her throb.

The brunette's thumbs flicked over her nipples and moved down the center of her abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps to the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttoned them and slid her hand into her pants, cupping her where she was so ready for her. That was something she liked about Regina; she took what she wanted, and she wasn't the least bit bashful about it.

Regina began to move her fingers through her wetness and Emma looked down between them. Between their breasts to where her hand disappeared inside her jeans. Blood pounded in her veins, her head, her clit. Want had made her stomach clench and she moved her hand down to grasp Regina's wrist, controlling their pace.

She knew there would come a time when she wouldn't be able to touch Regina. When she wouldn't be there for her to touch. She was there then though, and she was going to touch her as much as she could. She wanted this; the flutter of her heart and the flood of wetness between her legs as confident fingers moved over her.

She kissed her mouth, her cheek, moving down her jaw to lick and suck at her neck. She pushed Regina's dress and it pooled around her feet. She stood before Emma in nothing but red silk panties. The tips of her fingers brushed Emma's clit and her knees buckled. Even though she tried not to, she wanted this to last forever.

"Make love to me Emma." Regina whispered.

She placed both hands on the sides of her face. "You city girls." She scoffed as she lifted her from the floor. "You're always in such a hurry." She pressed Regina closer to her and lowered her down her body. Their nipples grazed and Regina wrapped her legs around Emma's waist. "We have all day, all night too."

"You don't have to be anywhere?" She asked with her mouth poised just above her's.

"No I already talked to Henry and my bug is parked at the station. I walked here." She squeezed Regina's ass. "I don't want to be anywhere, but right here with you"

She would have stood there like that longer, but the brunette wriggled free and padded into the kitchen. "Don't move."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," She called over her shoulder.

Emma looked down at herself. Nipples straining against her sports bra, jeans hanging off her hips. Where the hell was she going to go?

"Do something useful!" A voice called as music started to play. "Take your clothes off."

She kicked off her boots and shoved her socks down in them. Her sports bra came next, then her jeans, until she stood by a pile of her clothes in the middle of Regina's living room. Regina barged back in the room, walking towards her and swaying a little with each step. From the kitchen Garth Brooks sang about tomorrow never coming, and Emma silently cursed Regina for picking such an emotion filled song. She couldn't think of it too much though because Regina was in front of her, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"I've never had sex to country music, I thought I would try it out." She smiled.

Emma kissed her hard, a long, wet, tangle of tongues. She slid her hands around and down into the front of her panties. She was wet and warm and a long moan sounded deep in her throat.

Regina wriggled from her embrace once again, but this time she didn't leave. "Sit." she ordered.

She didn't give Emma time to follow the command. Instead she placed two soft hands on her shoulders and pushed her until she sat down on the couch. She stood between Emma's knees and pushed her panties from her legs. Just a week prior Emma had wondered if she waxed. Now she knew the answer, and she had no clue how she was going to go through everyday knowing how smooth Regina was.

Just looking at her then made it hard to breath. "Come here," she husked.

Regina didn't listen though. She dropped to her knees in front of the blonde and licked two long strokes up her middle before she quickly took her clit into her mouth. She set a torturous pace and Emma knew she wouldn't last long. By the time Regina stiffened her tongue and pushed it inside of her, she was already shaking, on the edge of a crazy orgasm. She shuddered and felt every curve of Regina's tongue. She wasn't the kind of girl to come without clitoral stimulation, she never had been, but she knew she was about to be. One more thrust inside of her and she was taking hold of raven locks, pulling Regina's face into her harder, and riding out her orgasm as long as she could.

She didn't have much of a rest time; as soon as she released Regina, she was straddling her lap. "Emma, I need you." she husked before leaning in and giving the blonde a taste of herself.

She didn't waste any time as she thrust two fingers up and into the woman who was quickly taking over her mind and heart. She could focus on nothing else but the way Regina Mills felt. The way she felt inside, the way her breath felt as it broke across her face, the way her nails dug in just right to her shoulders as she rode her fingers. Everything about her made Emma want her more.

Regina straightened and pressed her forehead to Emma's, never stilling the motion of her hips. She breathed the air from the sheriff's lungs as she moved towards her release with a slow and steady rhythm, that just made them both want more. Emma brought her free hand around and gave the brunette's ass a hard slap before grabbing hold and making her move faster. All the while curling her fingers and positioning the heel of her hand to hit the other woman's clit just right.

Regina didn't think anything could feel as good as Emma being inside of her, but with the next downward thrust she was proven wrong. It got a whole lot hotter, and wetter. Heat swept across her flesh, burning her deliciously from the inside out. The strong waves of her climax pulled something from her that twisted her insides and left her gasping for breath.

She rested her head on Emma's shoulder as she caught her breath, and the voice of Garth Brooks filled the silence along with their panting breaths.

She waited until her breathing returned to normal before she spoke. "I think you've ruined me for anyone else." she breathed out without thinking of how much those words could mean. When Emma didn't reply she pulled back. She didn't look like a woman basking in the afterglow of amazing sex. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Emma's heart was racing, not only because the most beautiful woman in the world had just came around her fingers but because the only thing she could think of while she watched her do so was that she wanted to do that for the rest of her life. The rest of her life. She had only known Regina for a couple of weeks. It was a scary thought, the rest of her life.

"Hop up." She said to Regina who was still looking at her from her spot on her lap.

As soon as Regina was off of her, she was up and making her way to the bathroom. Only stopping to grab her jeans on the way. What was she supposed to do? Feelings like this were dangerous; it was the reason she never went past one night, why she didn't even learn most of the women's names. She didn't want to fall in love, because it would only end in heartbreak. She couldn't let her son's life be ruined just so she could find love.

She wasn't ready to stop whatever it was she was doing with Regina though, she didn't want to give her up. It all felt too good, too right. She would just have to make the most of their two weeks alone and then distance herself. Not completely, they would just have to be friends who occasionally had sex, until Regina went back to New York.

She mentally checked the date; she had ten days until Henry came home. Ten days. She did another date check and smiled. No period for at least fifteen days. She could do this, nonstop sex with Regina. It sounded great. She just needed to keep her emotions in line to do so.

Making her way back into the living room, she frowned when she noticed the brunette had pulled her dress back on and was setting on the couch worrying her still kiss swollen bottom lip between her teeth.

Regina looked up when she heard Emma return. She had worried about every possible reason for Emma's departure. The number one reason though was definitely because of what she had said. "I think you've ruined me for anyone else." She rolled her eyes, why had she been so stupid?

"When do you get your period?" Emma blurted out. Regina's eyes went wide. That's why she ran off?

"Not for a while." She said, subconsciously moving her hand to cover her scar through her dress.

"Awesome." Emma smiled.

"Why?" Regina questioned this strange interrogation.

"I was just making sure we are good for the next two weeks." She grinned and walked towards her.

"Oh yeah, no worries about that." She smiled. "We are good for the next forever," She mumbled under her breath before Emma was in hearing range.

"What?" the blonde asked having heard her anyway.

Regina looked at her, trying to think of a way to talk her way out of this. She could just tell her the truth. Emma wasn't a man, she was a mother. She wouldn't stop seeing Regina just because she couldn't have kids. Right?

"I don't get periods." She explained.

"Wow is that some kind of birth control pill, because I need to get on that." She laughed.

"Not exactly." Regina took a seat on the couch and looked up at Emma.

"What?" She questioned with confusion on her face.

"My scar isn't from a car accident." Regina started to explain.

"Regina, just tell me." Emma sat down beside her, taking her hands in her own.

"I lied to you. When I was younger I had a condition that required surgery to prevent it from spreading to other organs. It left me unable to have children." She said quietly.

"Cancer?" Emma choked out.

"Ovarian. I was twenty-two, and I had to have a complete hysterectomy." She nodded.

"Jesus. Why didn't you just tell me?" Emma sounded like she might cry.

"I've taught myself not to tell people. Especially if there is a romantic involvement. They freak out, because I can't have kids." She explained.

"I know how hard it must have been for you, but if someone loves you it shouldn't matter to them." Emma assured.

"It does though."

"Robin?" She asked softly. Regina nodded. "Then he's an ass."

"Yes for a lot of reasons, but not for that one." She once again found herself defending the man. "When we were first married, I truly believe that it didn't matter to him. We thought we had it so much better than our friends who were tied down by children. We could go out whenever we wanted, make love in every room of the house, we could fly to Palm Springs just because we wanted to. It just wasn't enough in the end." She explained with a sad smile.

"He left you for someone else right?"

"Yeah, they got married and now they have a child." She answered.

"Ass hole." Emma muttered.

"I think people just want their own children." She defended once again.

"Yeah well it's pretty great, but I was adopted so I know for a fact that can be pretty great to." Emma smiled.

"I just fear that maybe I will never be enough for anyone." She admitted sadly, and she watched as Emma moved closer to her. Their thighs pressed together, Emma's still bare chest pressed into her arm.

"I'm going to tell you something Regina, and I want you to listen carefully because every word is true. I don't say things just to make women feel good about themselves, but you are the most perfect woman I have ever had the pleasure of touching and of getting to know. You are incredible. You are perfect." There was sincerity in the sheriff's voice that brought tears to Regina's eyes.

"Not quite perfect." She argued.

"Why because you don't have a uterus?" Emma asked, but before she could answer she continued. "I don't mean to sound insensitive, but Regina there is a hell of a lot more to a woman than having a baby and a lot more to a man than making them. Your ex-husband sounds like a jerk and I think he did you a real favor by cheating. He gave you the chance to find someone who loves you regardless. I know he did me a favor, if he hadn't left, you would be in Palm Springs instead of setting beside me without your panties on." Her hand slid under Regina's wrinkled dress. "And I wouldn't have ruined you for anyone else." She grinned cockily.

"You heard that huh?" She couldn't help but smile. Emma was tracing little patterns on her upper thigh, and had made her feel more whole than she had since her surgery.

"Oh yeah." She brushed her nose against Regina's. "Anything else you want to tell me before I ruin you some more?" She asked, kissing her softly.

Regina was a goner, she needed Emma in her life. She almost told her that she wanted to stay in Storybrooke, wanted to stay with her. She held her tongue though, figuring she had confessed enough for one day. "No that's it." She said before moving in for a long sweet kiss and pulling Emma down on top of her.

AN: SO this is a short little chapter and I hope to have another one up by tonight, but I make no promises. Let me know what you think. I love you all.