A/N: Told you it'd be soon, didn't I? (; As always, I don't own OuaT or the characters, just this little story that I'm quite fond of. Feedback is greatly appreciated, loves, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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"Ok, your turn Miss Mills."

"Truth."

The lack of hesitation excited Emma. She knew Regina wouldn't lie to her, but even she was classier than to ask certain questions without provocation. Truth or dare, however, was another matter entirely, and she planned on getting as much as she could out of the quieter woman.

"Ok, we'll start off with something simple. What's your middle name?"

Regina gave Emma a rather questioning look.

"I don't have one."

At Emma's confusion, she continued.

"I come from a Latin family, and we don't often give our children middle names, because we usually have two last names, our father's first and our mother's second."

"Huh. Ok. My turn. Um, truth."

Regina seemed to ponder for a minute.

"Ok, Miss Swan. What's your favorite genre of music?"

Emma looked panicked for a second, her eyes growing wide and a bead of sweat forming on her brow.

"Um, I...it's...wait no it's.."

Regina, mercifully, cut her off.

"Too hard? Let's try something easier. Who is your favorite author?"

"Poe. Always and forever Poe."

Regina seemed a bit taken aback by this revelation, though she should have realized, she guessed, based on the dark times she knew Emma had also experienced. She made a mental note to try and be careful with her proceeding truths.

"Interesting. Ok, Miss Swan, truth."

Emma took a quick gulp of her hard apple cider; she could definitely taste the alcohol in it, and she somehow felt a little more free after each sip. She cleared her throat, nibbling on a piece of cheese that she had brought with her.

"Hmm. Ok, let's see...when did you know?"

Regina seemed a little taken aback, and she sighed quietly, a little woosh of air that made Emma wonder if she had overstepped her bounds, and she giggled nervously, concern evident on her face. Regina paid no attention to it, choosing to answer the question that she knew burned in Emma's mind. It was the same question she'd ask Emma, of course, when it came her turn. Smiling softly at Emma, she answered truthfully.

"I firmly believe that I was born this way, Miss Swan, and I knew from a very, very young age. I informed my mother at the age of sixteen, and for quite the long time she and I spoke very little to one another. She seemed completely disinterested in allowing me to live my life the way I felt I should, of course, and she always seemed rather fond of Sidney, which is exactly why she attempted to, futilely, may I add, match us together. I do not believe she understood just how insane that man was."

Regina shuddered, taking another quick sip of the cider she was so fond of. Emma fired off a quiet response, and Regina nodded.

"And when did you know, Miss Swan?"

A pregnant pause enveloped the two. Emma knew that would be her question, as well, for Regina searched for the same answer that Emma had searched for: confirmation, acknowledgement that the mutual attraction that had so quickly sparked into a wild fire was not simply some passing flame. Emma shrugged, her trademark move, and Regina nearly had to strain to hear the blonde's voice.

"My entire life, Miss Mills. I always knew."

Regina knew there was more to the tale, judging by the darkness that clouded the blonde's eyes and face. Emma gestured to the Truth or Dare cards that they had barely touched, as the entire 'game' had mostly been about learning more about one another. Warmth spread through Emma's veins, and she realized that she was on the verge to becoming drunk. Judging by the pink hues complimenting Regina's olive skin, the brunette had begun to feel the alcohol, as well. Emma decided to lighten the tone a bit. They'd get to the heavy stuff one day, but now wasn't the time, and they both knew it. Emma shuffled the deck, bridging the two stacks together. Regina nodded, affirming that she would once more be playing the truth card.

That's fine, Emma thought to herself. Two could easily play at this game.

"Ok Miss Mills. We're playing by the rules now. What do you sleep in?"

Emma couldn't help but let her eyes carelessly wonder over to Regina's current dress, her mouth going dry again. She sucked in a quick breath, mentally smacking herself for being so obvious in ogling the brunette. Regina, for her part, seemed amused, and just smiled.

"It really just depends, dear."

"On what?"

"Uh huh, that's your second question in a row, I believe."

Emma grimaced, putting her hands up.

"Fine, truth."

Regina reached over, leisurely grabbing the top card from the deck. She pursed her lips, peering over the card at Emma, then set it down, looking away.

"Miss Swan.."

"Are you going to ask me?"

Regina groaned. She wasn't really one to be so petty or embarrassed, but the way Emma made her feel changed all of the rules. She focused her eyes on a particularly beautiful painting of a crimson red apple and fought like hell to remain composure. Clearing her throat, she gave in to Emma's slight foot tap.

"So be it, Miss Swan. When was the last time you had a wet dream?"

Emma choked a little, but quickly regained control of her body. Her words came out jumbled, and Regina barely understood what she was saying, but decided to let it pass.

"Um, last night, your turn."

Emma looked away and Regina couldn't help but laugh a little; her little Swan was so adorable, and sometimes it was difficult for her to focus on anything else.

"Dare."

Emma looked up wickedly. This was where she had hoped the night would turn; now it would be fun.

"I dare you to answer every question I ask you truthfully."

Regina looked at Emma, and an equally wicked grin spread across her face. She licked her lips subconsciously, enjoying the way Emma squirmed while watching.

"Of course, my dear, all I ask is that you give me the same."

Emma shyly bit her lip. "Truth."

The heat was too much for either of them now; the little bit of clothing that covered them seemed to weigh entirely too much, and both yearned to take it all off. However, as in every situation, there are rules of engagement, and both women would respect them.

"Tell me, Miss Swan, about who starred in this 'wet dream'."

Color flooded Emma's face, and she groaned in remembrance of just how amazing the dream had been.

"You."

Regina nearly moaned at the lust in Emma's voice, and she shakily replied with the word dare.

"I dare you to take off your robe."

Regina seemed to ponder at the decency of such a thing for a moment before deciding she didn't care. She gently lifted herself from the chair, swaying melodically in the process. Emma clenched her thighs together, leaning slightly forward in her comfortable armchair, as they locked eyes, Regina slowly untying the knot that held the robe together. Emma groaned at the first peak of creamy, olive skin, spilling forth from blood red lingerie, and Emma couldn't take it anymore; as much as she wanted Regina she needed her, every ounce of her being screaming out, begging for more. Regina moved ever closer, Emma quickly standing up, searching Regina's eyes for a sign it would be okay before quickly discarding what little clothing she had on. Regina nodded appreciatively at the deep cobalt of Emma's lingerie, and her body moved of it's own accord; her hand drew paths down Emma's toned stomach, and she groaned with pleasure before roughly pushing the girl back into her chair with vigor. Emma reached up and ran a hand through her hair, uttering a stream of curses when Regina immediately crawled into her lap. Emma gripped the arm chair; she wouldn't dare make a move, not yet, and instead she whispered up to Regina. Ever the queen, always in control, Regina smiled regally down at the blonde.

"Truth, Miss Swan?"

Emma nodded, straining against her self control.

"When is your birthday?"

This immediately got Emma's attention, and she relaxed her muscles before replying.

"This Thursday, Miss Mills. Why do you ask?"

Emma's feigned innocence fooled no one, but Regina played along, a cocky smirk on her face.

"What, pray tell, would you like for your birthday, my dear?"

Regina's husky voice was driving Emma crazy. She couldn't think. She knew she wanted one thing, and if Regina wanted her to ask for it, then so be it. She would travel to the ends of the earth, get on her hands and knees, beg, if that's what Regina wanted. Panting heavily from the strain the sexual tension was causing on her mind and body, Emma laced her fingers through Regina's.

"You. I want you. I need you."

Regina's eyes rolled back in her head at Emma's breathy voice, and she leaned down, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

"Ask and you shall receive, my love."

With this, Regina glanced up at the clock and sighed, removing herself from Emma's lap. The blonde groaned sadly at the loss of contact, but Regina smiled softly and grabbed her hand, pulling the girl up and to her. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma, inhaling her scent, closing her eyes, nuzzling Emma's neck. Emma could only stand there, her pulse racing, pressing Regina as tightly to her as she could. Regina pulled away, and Emma immediately dropped her arms, confused; but the brunette simply grabbed her by the hand, pulling her slowly across the room, towards the bed; the mess they had made lay forgotten as Regina extinguished the light and climbed into the bed, never letting go of Emma, who simply followed suit, wrapping her arms around Regina.

"Good night, Miss Mills."

"Good night, Miss Swan."

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A/N: Soon, I swear!