A/N: Wing Dings won't show up on here! So disappointing.

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Emma grimaced and hoped they wouldn't be crossing that bridge. The look on Regina's face made her worry that perhaps she did plan on enacting some sex revenge magic on Snow, "Um, okay, so let's start off easy. Show me something harmless...yet pleasant."

Regina cracked her knuckles, and then licked her index finger so she could separate the pages of the ancient book with ease. She found a certain page that had a crudely drawn ouroboros, amongst an inverted triangle and little arrows pointing in a circle like the recycle symbol. It looked like Wing Dings font to Emma's untrained eyes:

"Sexual energy is a potent force that can be harnessed to transcend one's normally perceived reality."

"Clear your mind and smell this page," Regina watched her carefully to make sure she lifted the smell off of the correct spell.

Heart pounding in fear, like waiting in line for roller coaster, Emma hoped that this would be fun and thrilling, but part of her couldn't help think about the risk factor. She took a tiny sniff, and felt the book pushed closer to her face impatiently. This time she took a hearty inhalation and she felt her ears pop like she had just risen suddenly in elevation. Her body tingled and she had a moment of light headedness, but other than that she didn't feel any different.

"Oh, it smells like Drakkar Noir," she commented as her nose tickled and she coughed lightly. Frowning she checked her breasts to make sure she still had nipples, and then spread her legs to discreetly check between them: no magic dick." Definitely still a girl. I double checked. I don't have any sexual feelings toward elbows or any other body part over another. So what did it do?"

Regina chuckled as she watched the careful inspection and growing concern spread over the blonde. She made no comment, only took a whiff of the spell page and moved to sit at the opposite end of the sofa. Emma sat up to watch her every move. The book lay shut between them as the spell started to take hold.

"You'll see. Have a bit of patience. I know it's hard. I don't like to be kept waiting either. Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands," Regina said far too cheekily for Emma's liking. There was some joke hanging in the air, but Regina seemed to be the only one privy to it.

"What's this spell called anyway?"

"The name roughly translates to 'eat yourself.'"

Emma smacked her lips and tugged her earlobe, "that doesn't sound that appealing actually."

"Close your eyes, dear."

For an all-powerful sex spell book, this one was disappointing so far. Emma figured she would do better reading the sex guide that came with the toys. In fact, Emma decided she might just write her own guide to sex. Just as she was contemplating what that would look like, she felt a soft tickle on her thigh. She opened her eyes to see if Regina had somehow come close, but saw nothing touching her, and Regina was still on the other end of the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was still fully clothed.

She sighed and settled back to the couch, running her hands nervously through her hair and scratching her scalp. She heard Regina murmur contentedly, and her suspicions began to rise. Once again, she felt a touch on her body. This time a warm hand was gliding up her stomach and came to rest between her breasts. She looked down again, seeing nothing, and promptly gasped as she felt a firm pinch to her left nipple. She immediately looked at Regina and sure enough, her hand was conspicuously under her blouse, pinching on her own left nipple.

"Oh my God," Emma breathed out, eyes at attention as Regina unbuttoned and unzipped her own pants and slowly slid her hand in. Emma felt it without delay; it was as if she were being touched by Regina's fingers. Emma spread her legs a bit out of habit in attempt to get more action, even though it didn't matter how she sat, she could feel the touch everywhere. Experimentally, she reached up and cupped her own breasts, squeezing lightly, and watched mesmerized as Regina moaned and arched her back into the phantom touch of Emma's hands.

Regina didn't waste any more time, she began to rub her clit in short concentric circles, and Emma's breath increased as she continued to work at her own breasts as well as Regina's. Emma leaned back into a throw pillow, awed by how real the feelings were and how she was being touched exactly right. Then another thought occurred to her: without warning she swiped her fingers over her clit, and moaned at the doubly intense sensation.

"Oh, yes!" Regina voiced her approval, and scrambled over to Emma's side of the couch, wearing a very naughty and promising expression. In a half second, she had poofed off her clothes and was climbing to straddle Emma's lap. The second they touched all hell broke loose. They could feel everything, and the confusion of who was touching who added to the thrill and sensory overload.

As Regina ground her hips against Emma's lap, she pressed herself forward and began to kiss her neck. Emma was still surprised when she impulsively grabbed Regina's ass with both hands and felt the force her own ass get grabbed. When Regina kissed her, her mind exploded in wonder, feeling both Regina's tongue and lips as well as her own simultaneously.

Emma shuddered in wonder at the phenomenon of giving and receiving pleasure all at once. Both women were already in tune with each other when it came to chemistry and how to make the other feel good, but never had either experienced such perfection in a lover who literally felt and experienced the same.

There was so much to try out and to experiment with, but both were finding it difficult to hold out and keep up with the teasing, finding they were so turned on, they just needed to cum. Emma started to hyperventilate when Regina pulled her body over so they were lined up face to face on the length of the sofa. Breasts and tummy's mushed together sensuously as they kissed and their wandering hands found their way between each other's legs to rub and fuck each other, working them up into a magic fueled frenzy.

Completely in sync, they found a perfect pace, and drove one another toward orgasm. When it hit, Emma couldn't have fathomed the double punch of a dual, simultaneous orgasm ripping through her whole body. If Emma were to describe both of their orgasms, she would characterize what she knew to be hers as fluid and white, a sort of plunging feeling like diving flawlessly into a pool on a hot day: sheer relief. Regina's was different, it was darker and more fiery, like flames flicking and wavering back and forth , like rolling down a hill and spiraling out of control. When combined into one gigantic mind-blowing experience Emma couldn't begin to describe it all. She could just hold on and weather the incomprehensibly pleasurable sex storm.

They continued to caress each other, coming down softly from the craziness of the spell.

"So that's what your orgasm feels like?" Regina sounded stunned as she rubbed Emma's arm, letting her nails rake gently against the freckled skin.

Emma blew out a long breath, and let her eyes slowly open, a smile was now permanently plastered onto her face, "Who you telling? Oh my God. That's one hell of a book! What else we got in there? Maybe we should try that one again!"

Placing a sweet kiss to Emma's lips, Regina stretched her arms over her head and mirrored Emma's wide delighted grin.