This has got to be some kind of record. Despite computer derpiness and my mom calling me off to a new household duty every time I got more than 3 words typed out, VOILA. Enjoy.

"Holy fuck. I… yeah. Yes. Wow." Emma stared enthralled at the little flickering ball. As she began to reach towards it Regina began to grow nervous that she would burn herself, but allowed it to a point. However, she cried out in alarm as Emma quickly scooped it out of her hand.

"Don't, you'll…!" Her words were cut short as she watched Emma play with it unharmed. "…burn yourself." She finished in a whisper. "How…"

Emma looked up. "What? It's a magical fireball, right? So it can't hurt me?"

Regina looked on in amazement. "Well it is a magical fireball, yes. But it would still burn you. Unless…"

"Unless?" Emma prompted as she flippantly tossed the fire between her hands like a tennis ball.

"Emma, I think you have magic."

Emma's eyes grew wide, and in her shock she missed catching the fireball. Regina nabbed it one moment before it singed the coffee table.

"I… You're saying I have magic? I'm magical? I could do that?"

"Yes. Well, you'll need practice before you can do much more than play with a fire without burning yourself. Though at this point you should also have limited healing power."

Emma watched in amazement as a small burn she incurred while cooking breakfast vanished before her eyes. "Holy fuck."

"I wish you wouldn't curse like that." Regina said with distaste.

"Hey, I just learned that fairy tales are real, shared a mind-blowing kiss with the woman who tried to kill my mom, and acquired magical powers from the ensuing explosion. My mind is pretty fucking blown right now."

"Wait, what?" Regina pulled Emma's attention from where she was trying to heal a scar from an unfortunate childhood potato gun incident. "I tried to kill your mom? Who are you?"

"Oh yeah," Emma looked almost sheepish. "You don't know about that because Henry and I tore out that part of the book."

"What?"

"My mom is Mary Margaret, er, Snow. I am the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming."

"Holy fuck."

"Now you can't get on to me for saying it."

"The Savior is the daughter of Snow and Charming, the child I couldn't find. The tree… the tree transported you here before the curse. Yes, it would make sense for you to be the one to break the curse. The means are certainly unexpected, though. 'True love's kiss will break any curse.' Definitely not the way I thought this would go."

As Regina thought aloud Emma was also thinking. "Wait, so let me get this straight. I'm in love with my mom's step-mother?"

"Well, yes. I suppose so. Though I was nineteen when I married your grandfather, so I'm hardly much older than your mother, who was twelve."

"Nineteen? How old was the king?"

"King Leopold was forty-seven."

"That's fucked up."

"I still wish you would quit using that word," Regina chastised.

"Hey, you used it!"

"Once! You've used it about fifty times today!"

"Hyperbole!"

Regina opened her mouth to respond, but tempered herself. After a cleansing breath, she said in a much more even tone "Let's try to avoid argument for now, shall we?"

Emma nodded. "Agreed." After a pause "I can't believe this is happening. Any of it."

Regina smiled. "It is a lot to take in, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Hey, could you teach me how to do it? The fireball?"

"Before I show you how to conjure one yourself you should really have a firm grasp on how to control it. Here." Regina unceremoniously sent a fireball about the size of a golf ball hurdling toward Emma.

Emma, surprised and panicked, did the first thing that popped into her mind. As it flew towards her face she opened her mouth and swallowed it.

Regina stared in surprise for a moment before doubling over in laughter. "You were supposed to catch it, not eat it!"

Emma had her tongue sticking out and was fanning it with her hand. "That tasted like a jalapeno wrapped in cayenne wrapped in habanero roasted in the core of the sun!"

"You did just swallow fire! If you didn't think that was fun, you really don't want to experience the other end. Here." Regina stood and pulled Emma to her feet. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's abdomen and with one quick movement compressed, sending a brief jet of fire shooting out of Emma's throat.

After a brief bout of coughing, Emma grinned. "That was fucking awesome! I feel like a motherfucking dragon!"

Regina glared at Emma with her a hand on her hip. "I'm starting to believe you continue to curse profusely simply to annoy me," she chided. "We should get you some water. You could end up with some major heartburn, even with the magic."

Emma followed Regina into the kitchen smacking her lips. "I feel like I just took a huge gulp of scalding hot coffee spiked with hot sauce and tequila."

"That's magic for you."

Emma pulled her head up from Regina's collarbone, propping herself up on the bed above the very naked brunette with her arms. "Wait, how did we get here?" she asked confusedly.

Regina sighed as if Emma was really quite dense. "You wanted to see another 'magic trick', so I transported us up here," she said as the purple mist dissipated.

Emma glanced down at her own bare breasts. "Without our clothes?"

Regina smirked. "They're still in the kitchen." Suddenly her smirk began to fade. "I'm not being to forward, am I?"

"I think you're moving at exactly the right pace." Emma grinned as she captured Regina's left nipple between her teeth.

Regina moaned languidly, then abruptly tried to focus. "Let me close these and turn off the lights," she moaned as she tried to magic the curtains in place while Emma continued to nip and suck, mouth on one breast and hand on the other.

Emma pulled her head up and pouted, grabbing Regina's wrist. "Please don't. I want to see you."

Regina bit her lip and looked away. "No you don't."

Emma frowned. "Yes I do. You are beautiful, Regina. I want to watch you writhe as I touch you, watch your muscles spasm as I make you come. I want to be able to see you as I show you just how much you've come to mean to me."

Regina gazed at Emma imploringly. "But my scars…"

Emma smiled. "I know what to do about them." She gave Regina a quick peck on the lips, then moved lower.

Regina watched with tears in her eyes as Emma gently kissed her way down her ribs on either side, healing a scar with each soft touch. She could feel 28 long years of pain slowly fade as wounds inflicted over the years vanished one by one. Slowly her ribs became once again unmarred, then her hips, lower still to the more recent mess on her thighs.

Regina had tears running down her face by the time Emma crawled back up and settled in on her side next to her. She smiled as Emma leaned over to gently kiss away the tears.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, yes, I… That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever done." Regina sniffed.

Emma smiled and pressed a finger to her lips. "Don't tell anyone I'm going soft."

Regina smiled and stretched her neck to slowly kiss Emma, gazing into her eyes.

Emma continued to stare at her bedmate long after the kiss was broken. "Are you okay with leaving the lights on now? I mean, I have scars too," she said, gesturing to the half-healed potato gun scar as well as many others from years of a rough childhood and years in a rough job.

Regina gently ran her fingers over the scar right below Emma's ribs. "I wonder how you were able to heal all those scars if you were only half able to get rid of this one."

Emma smiled before going in for a kiss. "True love is the most powerful magic of all."

Regina smiled into the kiss. "You learn quickly."

Emma gave her a predatory smirk. "Why don't we cut the chatter so I can show you something I've always had magical abilities at?"

"Oh, so suave." Regina replied sarcastically before claiming Emma's lips once again.

Words were soon lost as the kiss grew more and more heated. Emma straddled Regina, who lay back against the pillows on the bed. One of the last coherent thoughts Regina had as Emma blazed a trail of hot kissed down her stomach was that she was really glad Henry was having a sleepover somewhere else. Then, all conscious thought was lost as she let out a long, loud moan.

Emma took great pleasure in teasing Regina, smirking when a well-placed nibble elicited the sexiest noise she had ever heard. Her hands explored smooth, taut skin as her mouth made its way to where Regina desperately wanted it. She began a rhythm with first one, then two fingers as her tongue flicked deftly over her clitoris. Emma noted with no dearth of self-satisfaction that Regina had been greatly anticipating this moment.

Regina clawed at the sheets with her left hand and had her right hopelessly entangled in Emma's hair as she was unabashedly vocal. Emma drove her very near the edge, but she held off. She wanted their first time together to be spectacular. "Let me kiss you" she groaned.

Emma trailed wet kissed up Regina's stomach and in the valley between her breasts, stopping to leave a hickey at her collarbone, before acquiescing to the demand. The kiss was impassioned as their tongues fought for dominance. Emma let out a startled yelp when she suddenly found herself on her back, Regina smirking down at her. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as Regina lavished attention on first one breast, then the other with her mouth as she teased the other with her hand. With Emma's prodding Regina quickly made her way downward, lavishing attention with her tongue before pausing for a moment. Emma watched with wide eyes as Regina's hand began to glow. Her mind was utterly blown as Regina thrust two fingers deep inside her and curled them, deftly finding the G spot with her vibrating fingers as her thumb made small, charged circles around Emma's clitoris. Her hand still buried in Emma, thrusting mightily, she brought herself up flush with Emma and kissed her passionately.

She moaned into the kiss as Emma once again darted two fingers into her, thrusting rapidly as her thumb worked her clit. She heroically maintained her rhythm within Emma as the two were once again flipped.

Electricity crackled in the air, wind whipping around the room as booth women neared their climax. Objects were torn and smashed in Regina's immaculate room as the storm brewed. Emma and Regina fought for dominance, wrestling around the bed as they thoroughly fucked each other.

"Oh, EMMA!" Regina's scream was earthshattering as the first wave of a terrific orgasm ripped through her. A second later, Emma cried "REGINA" as she too succumbed to the throes of bliss.

Throughout Storybrooke, heads turned. Thunder crackled in the sky as a purple mushroom cloud billowed up from the Mayor's house and slowly made its way outward. The sky darkened as it carried two voices throughout the town. The names "Emma" and "Regina" echoed down every street, followed immediately by a purple mist that left clarity in its wake.

In a pawn shop in Storybrooke a man set down a wooden doll whose clothes he'd been adjusting as the voices echoed. His face split into a grin as the purple mist seeped through the door of his shop. He welcomed it with open arms as his skin seemed to rapidly mottle, turning a greenish-gray color and acquiring a bumpy sheen. He turned quickly on his heel and pointed the cane he'd been leaning on towards two dolls. A crack of lightning seemed to shoot from it, and suddenly where the dolls had sat were two very confused humans. He giggled delightedly as with a spring in his step he strode quickly out of his shop.

That was my second sex scene I've ever written, and the first one was a couple years ago and completely terrible. I think I'm definitely better at angst than smut. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially constructive criticism.