A/N: sorry for the delay! This is it though, the final chapter. It won't make sense if you didn't read the previous one as they're kinda a two parter. I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on a new AU fic which will begin to be published some time next week. It's set in a school where Emma and Regina are both teachers. Henry's there too, naturally, and yes it will be SwanQueen … eventually. Hope to see you over there!

"You," Regina breathed, an unfamiliar memory stirring deep within her as she looked at Emma. "You did this?"

Emma glanced over to where Marian was kneeling on the floor, embracing Roland, and back to Regina, the beautiful face filled with pain and betrayal. And something else. Regardless of who the woman was she had brought back from the Enchanted Forest, Emma was not about to forget what had just happened between herself and the Mayor. Well, thirty years ago for Regina.

"Can we talk?" Emma said, strolling straight past Regina and back out into the courtyard where she and Hook had just been sitting. To her relative surprise, the brunette followed.

"You brought my boyfriend's dead wife back to life?" Regina asked when she had at last caught up with Emma who was walking briskly down the street, towards which destination neither were sure.

"Boyfriend?" Emma barked. "Come on, Regina, I think we both know Robin isn't what you're into."

"What are you talking about?" Regina asked, gripping Emma's arm tightly and swinging the woman around to face her. "And why the fuck are you angry? You're the one who just ruined my relationship and my happy ending. Again. Shouldn't I be the one storming off?"

"Like you did the first time we met?"

"What?" Regina asked, confused.

"Jesus I know it was thirty years ago in your lifetime but I don't think you've forgotten the night we met," Emma said, folding her arms and staring challengingly at Regina.

"Thirty years?" Regina frowned. "It's been three."

"That was true until a few hours ago, yes," Emma nodded.

"You … you and Hook met me in the time portal?" Regina asked, slowly piecing the clues together.

"Well, I did," Emma corrected her.

Regina opened her mouth and then closed it. A flash of recognition crossed her face and her eyes widened. Turning on her heels, she hurried back down the street towards her house. Emma watched her go, wondering what she should do. Sure, she wanted to talk to Regina about what had happened between them but she was also aware that Regina hadn't seemed the least bit interested in her in their world. So where would that leave them? Where would that leave Emma? Was she ever going to see that side of Regina again?

"Fucking hell," Emma murmured under her breath as she set off jogging after the older woman. "Regina, wait!"

The brunette ignored her, passing the front of Granny's and continuing on until she reached the end of Mifflin Street when Emma at last caught up with her.

"Regina, please," Emma said as she rounded the Mayor and forced her to stop.

"What Emma? Or should I say Leia?" Regina sneered.

"You remember me now?" Emma asked, arms folded.

"I … I never forgot," Regina admitted. "But until now I hadn't made the connection."

"Can we talk?" Emma asked, her face hopeful as she stood before the other mother to her son.

Regina hesitated for a moment before nodding briefly. The two of them walked the rest of the way to the mansion in silence. Emma stood awkwardly on the porch as Regina opened the door and stepped back to allow the blonde to enter first. Wordlessly they hung their coats and made their way into Regina's study where the brunette poured them generous glasses of apple cider. Both were seated on opposite ends of the couch before Emma finally broke the silence.

"I'm not mad at you," Emma said. "For what you made me do."

"What I made you do?" Regina asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, for making me have sex with you."

Regina bristled. "I didn't make you. I said there and then I would not do anything that you didn't want done, remember. You consented."

"I didn't consent to being dragged out of a ballroom and thrown into your bedroom," Emma pointed out.

"And I didn't consent to being touched," Regina snapped.

"What?" Emma frowned. "Yes you did! You untied me, remember?"

"I didn't … I wasn't … that wasn't supposed to happen," Regina argued.

"But it did," Emma said. "You magicked those bonds away. You didn't say no when I reached for you. You even said you trusted me. You let me take control."

Regina said nothing. Downing her drink, she stood to refill her glass, trying to stop the trembling of her hand as she poured the amber liquid. When she turned back around to face Emma, she hoped she looked a little more composed than she felt.

"I shouldn't have allowed you to do that. There was a reason I never permitted my lovers to touch me and I remembered it the next morning," Regina said, her voice softer now as she walked back to the couch.

"The next morning?"

"I went to the dungeons to look for you. I wanted to spare you from your execution, something I had never done before as Queen, I can assure you. But the guards informed me of your escape and … I cracked. I'd never been so angry. I killed all my guards that day, ripped their hearts out because I thought it would stop mine hurting so badly. After that, I never took another person to my bed, not until I came to Storybrooke," Regina said, her eyes at last meeting Emma's. "And then it had to be a man. It had to be someone who in no way reminded me of you. I guess that's why I didn't make the connection when you came. I tried so hard to forget that night with Princess Leia that I succeeded."

"Until today," Emma said.

"Yes," Regina nodded. "I mean, I know for you this has only just happened but in this new, alternate history you've created, our night together was a big part of my life back in the Enchanted Forest, despite my best efforts for it not to be."

"Why?" Emma asked.

"Why was it so significant?" Emma nodded. "I don't now," Regina admitted. "I always assumed it was because I allowed you to touch me, to kiss me, to be my equal when it came to having sex. But perhaps there was something bigger at work. Fate or destiny or whatever you want to call it. I don't think it is a coincidence that the mother of my future adoptive son was the woman who managed to touch my heart even at its darkest, most twisted moment."

"I touched your heart?" Emma asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"You did," Regina nodded, looking straight into Emma's eyes. "You do."

Emma gasped at the confession, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Was this it? Was this the moment she would finally tell Regina how she felt?

"Back in the Enchanted Forest," she began, "I was surprised to find out what you had planned for me. Surprised and excited, Regina. I had wanted you for a very long time and then suddenly, you wanted me. But I knew it was not real. I knew it was not the Regina I knew who was touching me and using me in the most wonderful way. And all I could think about was how this would change things between us when I eventually got back to Storybrooke." Emma paused to finish her drink. "So tell me, my Queen, what happens now?"

Regina swallowed, her throat tight. "What do you want to happen?"

"I want you," Emma said. It was simple but it was all she needed to say to let Regina know how she felt.

"What about Hook?"

"He was a distraction," Emma shrugged. "A way to forget my feelings for you when you were off with Robin playing happy families. Speaking of which; what about Robin?"

"You mean the man whose wife you just returned from the dead?" Regina scoffed. "Did you see them together? I doubt they've even realised I've gone. Things ended between us the moment you brought Marian back."

"Sorry?" Emma offered, a lopsided grin on her face.

"Don't be sorry," Regina said, placing her emptied glass on the table. "Because now," she knelt up on the couch and leaned towards Emma, "I can do this."

Despite everything which had happened in the Enchanted Forest, this kiss was the most intimate act either woman had ever experienced. Regina claimed Emma's mouth with passion and lust, her hands twisting into her hair as she straddled the blonde's waist, pulling their torsos flush together. Emma ran her tongue over the fissure in Regina's upper lip, swallowing the moans which fell from her mouth as she did so.

They made love, right there on the couch. Reverently, Emma laid a naked Regina down and slotted herself between the woman's thighs. Her licks to the sopping centre were gentle and loving, with none of the urgency and the demands from their previous encounter. When Regina crested with Emma's lips sealed around her clit, she couldn't help but cry out the Sheriff's name.

When her tremors subsided, Regina slid from the couch and coaxed Emma to sit before her, widening her legs and bringing her hips forwards. Regina settled between them and inhaled deeply. The smell was still so familiar to her, and all the memories of that night came flooding back as she looked at the bare sex. She had fucked Emma as the Evil Queen but now the women deserved more. She deserved soft caresses and loving kisses and tender, teasing touches. Emma's body shuddered as Regina's mouth worked her over, her clit straining painfully as the older woman pleasured her. The orgasm, when it was eventually given to her, made her vision go white as she slumped back against the couch cushions.

When Emma opened her eyes, she smiled blearily down into the face looking back up at her. Regina had crawled back onto the couch and curled herself around Emma's naked body, waiting for her to wake.

"That was … different to before," Emma admitted.

"I've changed," Regina shrugged. "I had to change, after you."

"I liked both ways," Emma admitting, reaching down and tweaking a brown nipple, causing Regina to gasp.

"Oh really," the former Queen asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I like everything when it comes to you," Emma said, leaning down to kiss the plump lips below her. She could taste herself on Regina's tongue and her core clenched.

"Can we go upstairs?" Emma asked. "Much as I enjoyed our time here, I get the feeling neither of us want Henry to come home and find … this," she said, gesturing to their naked bodies.

"Do you think he'll be ok with it?" Regina asked as she unwound her arms from Emma's waist and sat up, stretching.

"With what?" Emma asked, standing from the couch and beginning to get dressed.

"Us?"

"And what are we?" Emma asked teasingly.

"Together?" Regina said, her voice more hopeful than Emma had ever heard it.

"Together," Emma mused. "I like the sound of that. And I think Henry will too. He wants you to be happy, Regina, and if that means his two moms shacking up, I think he'll be pleased as punch."

"Shacking up?" Regina asked, standing and reaching for her own clothes. "I don't remember asking you to move in, Miss Swan."

Emma grinned at the teasing tone. "After what I'm about to do you, Madam Mayor, you're not going to want to spend one night apart from me for the rest of your life."

Regina smiled widely. "I already don't. I love you, Emma. I have done for thirty years and I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you and our son."

"I love you too, Regina," Emma said, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Now let me take you to bed and show you just how much."