She lives! Sorry sorry sorry! I know I have neglected you all of late.

I went away on holiday with my S/O which was amazing, and then work just turned 2011 Sucker Punch level crazy! It took me WEEKS to even get a chance to watch Once (I still haven't caught up completely) Seriously getting up at 5am and not getting home from work till 10pm 6/7 days a week is getting old… FAST! -.- I'm a workaholic and this is even a bit much… That being said, I never say no, take every extra shift, stay late and go in early… Can't really blame anyone but myself…

I literally got Regina/Lana's face/arms/legs/cleavage withdrawals (I'm still having withdrawals, in the last ep I watched she was all covered up.. what's that all about!?) So anyone with amazing gif/HQ photos of any of the above action it would be greatly appreciated if you could send it my way. Please donate arm porn et cetera to the needy… I NEED my Lana porn in times of crisis to get through the longggg arse days.

On the note of arms… Are her amazing arms a new thing? Did I just not appreciate them in previous seasons? Were they not visible? Are my pervings just expanding?! Cus I have had 'fetishes' or idk what to call them… Things I generally like in most women.. I've never particularly been an arse girl.. But lately… and arms… when did that happen?! Am I the only one here?! (Probably… I usually am.. But I'm having a pervy party in the basement and all are free to join)

Talking of perving at Lana and her armbandits, omfg it's not long until me and my S/O go on holiday to Paris and to the con! Any of my little faeries attending the con?! If so, drop a line. I am literally so excited I might explode. I have travelled far and wide, but have still never been to Paris (unless you count Disneyland – which I don't)

Literally Paris has been my dream for SO LONGGGGGGGGG it's insane and S/O + Lana + Paris I think is heaven… I mean if my S/O changes her mind I'm sure I could make do with just Lana + Paris :P (Joking… Obviously…. *shifty look around*….) I wrote these notes when I wrote the chapter a few weeks back, and I can't believe in just a few days I'll be in Paris – I'd def better find the time to catch up with OUaT before the con!

So, this chapter is for you one and all, enjoy the fluts fest this is now a thing, why? Because I'm making it a thing; its when fluff and full on smuttery join in loving matchemony If you want to get seriously technical a flants fest is when angst, fluff and smut have an epic threesome in the basement. (Disclaimer Angst, smut and even little fluff are all consenting adults and were not hurt (except in the ways as laid out by the contract) in the making of this fic.) …

I'm pretty sure these notes explain more about my state of mind than anything else could ever…

Warning contains erotic asphyxiation, do not read if it's a trigger or you do not like.

Warning no.2 – this is currently unbetad

Chapter 25 D.N.W.E.S Part 2

The evening moved slow, and more relaxed than either of them had anticipated or even dared hope for. The two women had surprisingly more in common than they had realised and things were going well. Blushing slightly as she sipped her drink, Regina smiled, she felt as though they were alone in their own little bubble of seclusion, impervious from the outside, just the two of them. The wine flowed freely, and so did the conversation, so engrossed in one another, they didn't notice the stares in their direction of the other patrons, or the titters of gossips as Emma's hand came to rest atop Regina's. They sat opposite each other on a small intimate square table, in a secluded but not hidden corner of the restaurant, and for once, nothing else in the world mattered.

It grew late, well after closing, until they were the only customers left. Staff had been clearing and tidying the restaurant for some time, and were growing ever less subtle in their hopes that the two women would leave without further prompting. But engrossed in one another, Emma and Regina were oblivious to all around them, a tremendous earthquake could have ripped through the small town, and Regina wouldn't have noticed a thing, except for the hypnotising emerald eyes, the soft smile and pink lips.

The maître d' approached the table with caution, his fingers knotted together as he chewed nervously on his bottom lip. By the door stood the last remaining members of staff waiting to lock up and go home. "Erm.. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Madam Mayor, Sheriff." He said, turning to each woman in turn. "It's just its quite late and well…" Turning back to his colleagues for assistance they gesture for him to continue. "We, were wondering if you would like to go some place else…. I mean if you want to stay then we can by all means accommodate that, if that's what you want…" He babbled.

Regina turned to the shaking man, her eyes taking in his body language as her stomach tuned. "You want to close?!"

"Well erm.. No, its just… It's late and … Well… What else can I get you Madam?"

Regina sighed to herself, she wasn't going to say another word, enough had been said; He was too scared of her reputation to ask them to vacate the premises. Standing she grabbed her blazer from the back of the chair and threw far more money than required onto the table. "Thank you for a very pleasant evening, and compliments to the chef." She added with a nod to the gentleman by the door. "Emma…" She swallowed hard, not daring to look at the blonde or the maître d', she was ashamed and saddened; she'd never escape her past, even on a night like this it had a way of creeping up and reminding her who she was, of what she had done. She smiled politely as she left the restaurant, though inside she was breaking.

Emma followed happily and oblivious, prattling away as Regina quietly hummed in occasional absentminded agreement. It didn't take her long to realise that the brunette wasn't listening, but instead submersed in her own melancholic thoughts. Reaching out, she grabbed ahold of the crook of Regina's arm, causing her to spin on the spot, the look of annoyance and confusion etched onto her face.

"Emma!" She snapped she was irritable and emotionally drained. Running her hands though her hair she sighed, it wasn't Emma's fault. "I just wanted tonight to be perfect." She offered in some way of an explanation.

"It was, it is!" Emma exclaimed adamantly, her heart crumbled at the sight of Regina so broken, yet somehow still so beautiful. The orange glow of the streetlight shone like a halo above the brunette. "Perfection…" Emma said taking her hand. "Is being okay with all the little imperfections, and anyway – " She shook her head with a smile, brushing a loose lock behind Regina's ear. "you were perfect; people tittered and pointed, that man sneered and the others cowered in the corner, and you, you did nothing, you weren't even snide, I'd have been snide." She laughed in honesty. "They may judge you and not think that you've changed, but even since I've known you, you have!" Placing a finger under Regina's chin she gently tilted her head until she was looking back into her eyes. "… And why should their opinion matter? Henry loves you, I… Surely our opinions are all that matter."

Slowly Regina smiled back softly, it mattered more than Emma would never know. Regina shivered as a chill ran through her, the temperature was beginning to drop, a cool breeze rolling in from the sea. "It's late." Her voice rang sad, she wanted the night to last forever.

"Do you have a curfew Madam Mayor?" Emma teased.

"No."

"Then stay with me…" She offered out her arm, and the two woman walked down to the docks, arm in arm, where they sat down on a bench looking out at the harbour. In silence they watched the waves roll in, crashing against the dock, the spray rising high, sparkling in the moonlight like a thousand glow worms flying over the sea. Cautiously Regina rested her head against Emma's shoulder as they sat close.

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Screwing her eyes up tighter Regina tried her best to block out the rays of the morning sun, which were flooding through her window. She had been having the most perfect dream before daylight had rudely awoken her, dispelling such thoughts. Sliding out of bed she smiled softly to herself as she padded over to her dresser, last nights clothes still laid out on the chair. Wrapping her robe around herself she descended the stairs to make breakfast, humming happily to herself as she made pancake batter.

Awaking to the smell of pancakes and the sound of his mothers jovial humming Henry jumped out of bed quicker than he had in months, he could have a lie in tomorrow. Watching Regina suspiciously he didn't say a word, worried it would mean the loss of his pancakes. Traditionally pancakes were a treat breakfast, reserved for birthdays and test days. As he tucked in, with the appetite of a small bear after hibernation, and about as much grace, he mused on the reasons for her high spirits.

"So, were you good for Ruby last night?" Regina asked as she sipped her dark unsweetened coffee.

"Oomgff!" Henry muffled in agreement as he shovelled pancakes into his already full mouth.

"Henry you're not a hamster, slow down or you'll choke!" She pursed her lips in annoyance at the sight of her son's pancake stuffed cheeks. "Chew, and swallow, or I won't make you pancakes again." She warned.

Henry's eyes grew wide in horror at the thought, causing him to swallow hard, which in turn caused him to choke.

With a wave of purple smoke, much the same colour Henry was turning the pancake disappeared from his throat along with the plate, which was replaced by 'Raisin All Bran'.

"Ahh man!" Henry grumbled.

"I did warn you, this isn't a zoo Henry. I trust you won't gobble this down like Oliver Twist?!"

Henry just scowled as he looked down at the disappointing cereal. On the bright side, at least she still seemed to be in a good mood.

The doorbell rang, and Regina stood to answer it, before pausing, she turned back to her son and waved her hand over the bowl, smiling as it shimmered with magic. "I'll know if you don't eat it all."

Unlocking the front door she smiled at a familiar blonde.

"Nice of you to get dressed up in anticipation of my arrival." Emma teased eying up the fair amount of leg and cleavage on display from Regina's satin robe.

"My pleasure Sheriff." She smirked, stepping aside to let Emma into the foyer.

"Where is he?"

"Kitchen, scowling because I replaced his pancakes with 'All Bran'."

"Blugh!" Emma exclaimed before pretending to vomit. "Food of Satan."

Regina laughed, she couldn't help it. "Well maybe if you didn't teach him to eat like a savage…"

"You've never complained about the way I use my mouth before…"

"Emma!" Regina hissed, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the adjacent room.

"What?!" She said laughing as she pulled her arm free, still smiling. "Last night… I had a really good time."

"Me too." Regina replied honestly, she really had, perhaps the best night of her night, perhaps.

"You erm…" Humour lost to nerves as Emma began to fiddle with the zip of her jacket, her gaze low as she chewed on her lip. "You wanna do it again?"

"Are you asking me on a second date Miss Swan?"

"Yes –" lifting her gaze, suddenly filled with more confidence. "So, what do you say Madam Mayor?"

Smiling shyly, she nodded. "I'd love to." Her eyes sparkled almost glassy as she blinked back the tears of emotion. The moment was broken as Henry walked in.

"I ate it all."

"Good, you all ready?"

"Yuuup!" He agreed slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Okay, be good for Emma." She smiled to herself as she watched Emma and their son walk down her driveway.

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"Go Sora, get him with your stupid key sword! Damn Goofy out of the way!" Emma cursed as her and Henry battled their way through another level of Kingdom Hearts. "So… Henry… What's your mom's favourite food?"

"Huh? Little preoccupied defeating Ursula here!"

Glancing over at her son she sighed, before pausing the game. "Come on kid I need your help here."

"Ahh man!" Tossing down the controller he turned to her, she had to choose now to start being ultra weird, when they were so close to levelling up. "I don't know." He said with a shrug.

"Think Henry, does she like Italian, Chinese, Sushi… Buffalo wings?"

Laughing he rolled his eyes before jumping off the couch to get a drink, "why?" He asked curiously

"Because I'm your mother, and I asked you a question." It was a lame answer, but she still didn't have anything better to offer.

"I don't know, she likes fish and Italian, there's this new restaurant in town she keeps saying she wants to go to." He said smiling to himself, knowing full well it was also the most expensive restaurant in town, if Emma wanted his help and wasn't going to tell her why, she could find out the hard way.

"Thanks kid, do you know what its called?" She asked, she was sat on her knees on the sofa, resting her arms against the back as she spoke.

"Bella Notte"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Emma rolled her eyes so hard, "can this town get anymore cliché?! No way am I sharing a plate of spaghetti meatballs in an alleyway."

"I don't think you're allowed to swear in front of me, and I'm pretty sure the restaurant is inside mom..."

"Our secret!" She held her index finger against her lips, gesturing silence before continuing "anyway it's still definitely not happening." Emma said adamantly.

"Why are you taking mom to a restaurant?" Henry asked, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinised the way Emma became more flustered,

"Erm.. To discuss you, and erm.. Well.. We've come a long way since you know.. We wanted to kill each other.. So we said we'd try and see if we could… Go out as adults..." Her answers were getting more and more pathetic as the conversation continued, she could see the orange flashing lights and warning siren blaring 'abandon!'

"Like a date?!"

"NO not like a date! Like.. Friends!" Emma's internal monologue was repeating one word on loop like a panicked mantra; SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! And then it added.. REGINA IS GOING TO KILL ME!

"All right." Henry shrugged pouring himself his orange juice before slumping back on the couch. "If that's the story you are going with."

"It's not a story it's-"

"Are you talking about asking mom out as a distraction so I don't beat you at Kingdom Hearts?"

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"Atlantis…" Regina said with a smile as they pulled up outside the harbour side restaurant, she was rather impressed at Emma's choice, and very surprised, she'd half expected to pull up outside Granny's Diner.

"I have it on good authority that you like shellfish."

"You know they say oysters are an aphrodisiac." Regina said flirtatiously.

"Shall we find out?!"

"So…This authority..?" Regina asked as they sat down at their table.

"Henry." Emma admitted, scrunching her nose in preparation for the lecture.

Raising her eyebrow in surprise, Regina looked up from her menu, the cute expression on her companions face did not go unnoticed. "He knows we are on a date?"

"Erm about that… He seems to erm…" She couldn't exactly find the words to describe their son. "He's quite intuitive."

"I suppose that's an example of nature over nurture?" Smiling at the blonde she took a sip of her dark wine.

"You're not mad?" Her brow wrinkled as she waited for her response, Regina was by nature a private woman, so was she, and she wasn't sure what this latest development would mean for them.

"Does this.." she gestured between them "mean anything to you."

"Yes of course." The lines in her forehead deepened with her sincerity, was Regina really going to doubt her commitment.

"Then Henry is going to need to know at some point, I won't lie to him… not again…" her face fell a little as she said it, the memory of lying to Henry and the rift it brought between them, still too fresh a wound to linger on.

"And if…"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it…. But for now… Let's just enjoy the evening."

"You look gorgeous by the way, so hot…" Emma said with a smirk as she began to rub her foot against Regina's leg under the table. "I want you."

Taking a large gulp of her wine, dark eyes darkened as her lips drew up into a smile, so this was the way their evening was going to go, then so be it. Reaching for her purse she pulled out a large padded envelope, which she had left inside ready for the right moment; this was that moment. Taking a pen she made a couple of alterations to the letter inside before she was satisfied. "Go to the bathroom and follow the instructions." She said with a wicked smile as she passed the envelope over to the confused but intrigued blonde.

Regina firmly believed that as intimate as play could be behind closed doors, one of the most delicious types of Domination play was that done in public and in plain sight; especially when utilised as extended foreplay, which was exactly what she had in mind. Play done in public had the potential to make everyone around them voyeurs or participants in the scene. It brought with it an entirely new set of challenges, forcing them to maintain composure not through the use of gags or restraints but through the physical and mental restraint of being caught, with consequences more far-reaching than physical punishment. The danger of being discovered an aphrodisiac, intensely arousing the mind and increasing the sexual response.

Sliding the lock of the cubicle shut, Emma hastily dropped the lid of the toilet seat before sitting down. The envelope was heavy and bulky and her fingers trembled in anticipated as they opened the seal. Taking out the letter her eyes hurriedly scanned over the words, smiling at Regina's hand written alterations to the typed document. Peering back into the top of the envelope she smiled at the objects inside. Standing up she set the letter and envelope onto the seat before following out the instructions.

As she returned to the restaurant, her cheeks flushed a little more than before as she made her way back to their table, even more head turned and waiters stopped to look at her than her previous entrance.

Swirling her glass of wine Regina slowly raked her eyes over the vision before her, from the black five inch 'come fuck me' heels, and a cute and simple blue-gray tie sided button up dress, with; as requested, the top few buttons un-popped. Her beautiful long blonde hair was straight for a change, voluminous and striking, completely breathtaking; all legs, sashaying hips and heaving cleavage.

"Did you follow my instructions?" Regina asked as Emma sat back down at their table.

Emma blushed hard and nodded slowly, unable to speak.

"All of my instructions?" Regina asked, her smirk growing ever more devilish.

"Yes… Mistress." Her voice much to the brunette's approval.

Raising her brow, Regina dragged her lower lip between her teeth in desire as her eyes floated down the front of Emma's dress, to the obvious hard nipples pressing hard against the confines of the dress, a low moan sounded in her throat at the thought of the small elastic nipple rings sat at the base of her nipples; forcing them to stay erect for the duration of their evening. "How do you feel?" Their eyes met again, their air between them electric.

"Full." Emma laughed light heartedly before taking a sip of her wine and leaning closer, her voice lower ensuring only Regina could hear her words as she absentmindedly played with her necklace, her day collar, "owned."

"Good." She was satisfied that Emma had indeed followed her instructions and was not only wearing the nipple rings, but also the cold heavy metal jeweled anal plug and 'we-vibe' that they had purchased several weeks before. Reaching back into her bag, she pulled out the cell, opening an app, smirking as Emma jumped; startled as the we-vibe began to work its magic, teasing both her clit and her G-spot simultaneously. "How does it feel to know I have complete control of your mind, your breasts, your arse, and your cunt in public?" Regina asked quietly, her eyes only looking up from her phone as she finished speaking, her smirk grew ever wider as Emma failed to answer with words as her entire body quivered. With a small laugh she turned off the vibe so that the younger woman could catch her breath. She began to read down the menu as she spoke, as if their conversation was the most normal in the world; "every time the waiter returns to the table, I will turn on the vibrator, it is your job to answer all questions promptly and clearly, you are to maintain composure throughout and he is to have no idea, is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Emma breathed, her voice shaky before taking a quick sip of cold water.

Right on queue, the young waiter arrives at the table and awkwardly asked, "Is everything to your liking Miss Mills?"

Looking up Regina smiled, out of the corner of her eye she could see Emma's cheeks flush, the balls of her fists clenched tight as Regina turned the vibe on. "Could you tell us the specials today please."

Emma concentrated on trying to breath normally, whilst fighting back any and all sounds, she ground her teeth down hard as she watched Regina pick up her phone again, dreading the inevitable increase of sensations, and sure enough; the vibrator increased its speed, whilst fluttering and pulsing. Remaining composed was becoming an issue as her vision blurred; her eyes fixed ahead of herself until she realized her name had been called, several times.

"Emma… Emma… MISS SWAN could we have your attention please?" amusement danced over Regina's face, whilst the waiter just grew ever more uncomfortable, completely unsure of what was going on, but sure that he wanted to be far away from it. It was only his third week at Atlantis and serving the Evil Queen was proving too daunting for him; he feared being turned into a roach, receiving a fireball to the face or having his heart ripped from his chest. "The mixed seafood platter? Thoughts?"

"Erm…" Her voice was high pitched and forced as her frown etched deeper. "Mhmm." She nodded, words completely failing her.

"And if you could keep the Chardonnay topped up, that would be wonderful."

Their server did as he was bid, before bowing his head and leaving, providing Regina just enough time to tease Emma a little more, turning the vibe on higher, she relished in every flinch of her body; the way her hands gripped at the edge of the table, the way here breathing grew heavier, ragged yet controlled; each breath forcibly taken, it had to be, the minute she stopped remembering to breathe she would pass out.

Neither women say a word, as they sat in their silent stalemate of sensuality and submission. Eyes bore deep into souls, silent words sang as motionless hearts entwined with the chains of trust.

As their server returned with their food, Regina broke her gaze, only to change the mode of the toy, the rhythm of its vibrations fluttering and dancing to a new tune. She watched the Sheriffs grip visibly whiten as she clutched at the table ever tighter.

"Can I get you anything else Ma'am?"

"Madam Mayor!" Regina corrected, her eyes shooting daggers without even thinking, she hated being called 'Ma'am', especially with Emma, it reminded her how old she really was, and that made her cringe, she didn't feel it, she certainly didn't look it, there was no one in town who was stupid enough to even allude to such a thing. Few who called her 'Ma'am' lived to tell the tale, and those who did were not stupid enough to do so. "That is everything for now."

Emma let out a sigh of relief as the waiter turned to leave; wanting as much distance as possible between himself and the strange set up, but her relief was short lived.

"Before you leave…" Regina said in annoyance, she hated sloppy service, and she had wanted to tease Emma a little more anyway.

Stopping, the waiter turned back to face them, the look of horror on his face a perfect match to that Emma was sporting. "Ma'am – I mean Madam Mayor?" He asked shakily.

Narrowing her eyes at the young boy, she stared him down with eyes of flame as he shrank in fear, wishing the carpet would swallow him up. Sighing, Regina did her best to ignore his ineptitude and concentrated on pushing all of Emma's buttons to the best of her ability within the parameters of their current environment. "There are two of us at this table, could you please ask my date if everything is to her liking."

Their duologue was interrupted as Emma let out a gasp, before biting down hard onto her own lip, Regina had referred to her as her 'date', and the notion had sent spasms to her core, causing her to nearly jump from her seat.

Raising her brow in question, Regina didn't say a word.

"Ma'am… Uhh… Miss… I mean… Sheriff Swan… Is everything okay?!" The young man stuttered, desperate not to foot his foot further in things.

Emma nodded, hard, "Yup.. Fantastic… Please leave us!" There was more than a hint of a tremor in her voice, a quiver in her lips as she struggled to maintain her composure.

As he looked at Regina to confirm his orders, he almost saw his life flash before his eyes, as she glared ever harder at him.

"She said leave us, are you deaf?!"

"Yes, I mean no, Madam Mayor, Sheriff.." He bowed repeated and low, until Emma was sure his chin would hit the floor.

"Must… You… Be… So… Cruel…" She breathed hard, a smile on her lips.

"If you wanted to date a Prince of compassion you should have asked your mother, I'm sure she could find you no end of suitors-"

"I don't want suitors." Emma interrupted. "I just want you."

"Even when I'm cruel?" She asked leaning closer, her brow arched in question.

"Sometimes… Especially when you're cruel."

Her words were met with a growl of appreciation. Leaning in closer, she let her voice drop once again to a mere whisper, "I am very curious to find out exactly how mentally, and sexually aroused you are already, shall we find out my pet?"

Emma whimpered like a trapped and unsure animal.

"Remember, you can not come without my express permission."

Green eyes grew large with fear; fear of succeeding, thus failing climax, and fear of failure, and what that would bring forthwith.

With the vibe turned up to max, Regina set about to assemble their food at a leisurely pace, placing a varied selection on each place. As she looked up, the corners of her mouth upturned at the sight of Emma, her body completely tense, her mouth open wide, her breathing heavy as her breasts visibly heaved. Slowly, Regina placed the plate in front of the blonde.

"Please, Mistress, may I come?!" Emma breathlessly begged as loud as she dared in public.

"No." Taking a sip of her wine, Regina relished the taste on her tongue before continuing. "Not yet little slut, you're not ready yet…"

The beads of sweat were forming on Emma's top lip as she clawed at the varnished surface of the table, as full-shivers ran through her.

"Please dear, eat something." Regina gestured playfully at Emma's plate, though her own remained untouched. She was enjoying her fine wine and the show far too much for the distraction of food. She continued to watch with great pleasure as Emma's eyes; resolute determination was overcome with desperation to maintain control. She swilled her wine, savoring the subtle notes of apples, cinnamon and vanilla with a fondness she had never before, maybe she would drink Chablis more often. The table was jostled as Emma's legs began to shake uncontrollably, her body lurching and quivering.

"Please, please, please!" Emma pleaded breathlessly. "Please Mistress may I come?"

"No." She responded simple as she took another sip from her wine, holding the cool refreshing liquid in her mouth momentarily before swallowing it down, her eyes never once breaking with those opposite her. Sensing Emma was at the very edge of her control, Regina moved like a panther, completely without warning. Moving to sit directly next to the blonde, her hand on her throat as she quickly pinned her to the back of the booth, looking deep into her eyes as her grip tightened.

The sudden aggression startled Emma, breaking her mental concentration, causing her to loose complete control of her body. The beautiful and strangled sound of her climax was heard only by Regina. Speechless, Emma's hand reached up to hold Regina's in place around her throat, silently begging her not to release her grip as wave after wave of orgasm flows over her.

Regina just watched, her eyes black with lust at the beautiful sight she had created. Turning the vibe off, she kept her hand on Emma's throat as the blonde fell limp, like a ragdoll. Leaning closer she pressed a small kiss on her cheek right by her ear before whispering. "A lovely performance little kitten, but you failed to behave, you know you'll be punished for it later?!"

Emma just shook in response as the last waves rocked her.

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