Better see some sighs of relief for this one. Took me two days to get it right, and I'm not sure I'm satisfied, but there it is. A little long, but I don't think you'll mind.

Songs: Tattoo by Jordin Sparks, E.T by Katy Perry (Inadvertently wrote the second scene to the beat of this song as I was listening to it. It was kind of cool as I was editing, so I kept it.)


53 Days After Belle's Departure

"Katy, you have to eat," Emma encouraged the brooding teenager.

She pushed the wheeled cart away without looking at it from her position on her side staring out the window. "I'm not hungry."

"I don't care. You're going to eat something or I'm having you hooked up to a feeding tube," Emma threatened lightheartedly with a hint of seriousness.

So far, she'd been the only visitor Katy wanted. She blatantly refused Ruby and Regina's attempts and screamed when an unfamiliar person entered the room until the nurse or attendant left. With the exception of Ben, all male nurses had been banned, so they pulled him from the surgical floor to the psychology unit temporarily.

"You should have let me die," she whispered and wiped a tear from her nose. "I want to die, Emma." It wasn't angry or emotional. She stated a fact, arrived at this decision through logic.

"Why? In your note, you said that you were sorry for hurting everyone. What did you mean, Katy? Do you know who is attacking us or where Lauren is being held?" Emma managed and covered her quivering chin.

She'd remembered a healthy chunk of her life in the past few days, stress triggering most of it. The memory of Katy's breakdown during their wedding replayed over and over in her mind. She'd reached out for help then, and Emma shoved adoption papers in her face like a pretty present that fixed everything and then yapped about cake. Stupid, she berated herself.

She pulled her pillow over her head and cried silently. "I lost his baby. He's going to be really mad." The whimper sounded nothing like the strong, impenetrable girl they'd adopted.

"Whose baby, Katy?" Emma leaned forward, hands clenched into tight fists to keep from invading the girl's physical bubble. "You mentioned him in your note, Katy. You can tell us who he is. We won't let him hurt her." They hadn't yet deciphered which 'her' she referenced in that letter. There were a lot of hers to choose from in their family, but Emma suspected it to be Alex.

"I can't, Emma. I'm sorry. Please, just leave me alone. You should have let me die," Katy whined softly and hid further beneath the pillow.

"Katy, who is doing this?" Emma snapped in a deep, harsh whisper, losing her patience for a moment.

"Yes, that is the question of the year, isn't it?" Whale commented from the door.

Katy flinched, curling into an impossibly small ball. "Emma, make him go away," she whispered as though she didn't want him to hear her. She needn't have worried.

Emma found her feet the moment his voice disrupted them. She planted her stance wide and crossed her arms over her chest. "Get out," she ordered.

Whale held his hands up in mock surrender. He enjoyed this, Emma realized. She'd never liked Whale. He practically oozed icky vibes that left her squirming and tense. She believed his soul to be tainted in the sleaziest manner possible, and if her daughter wished him to stay away from her, then she'd have moved Hell and Earth to ensure that happened.

"I only came to check her vitals and listen to her organs, Savior," he purred far too innocently. His tone brought her forward two steps, and she almost punched him in the gut so that she wouldn't have to look up at him.

"Send Eva or Amelia," she ordered and grabbed the lapel of his jacket in two fists. "You're officially removed from this case. Come near my daughter again, and I'll tear your eyes out with my fingers, you slimy bastard."

She opened the door and shoved him out, satisfied with the 'oof' of him hitting the hard floor. Katy peeped from around the pillow, watching the interaction, and Emma smiled at her from the door. "Like I said a hundred times, we're not going to let anything hurt you."

"Who's on guard duty tonight?" Katy murmured and resumed staring at the window with the pillow over her head.

"Ruby. She should be here any minute." Emma slumped into the chair beside the bed and dropped her head to a hand. Green eyes studied the shivering body beneath the blankets. It was fear and shock, not temperature or illness related. Whatever happened to Katy over the past few months destroyed her. How had they not seen it?

"How long do I have to stay here?" She asked dully, and Emma gritted her teeth. Whale pushed Katy back into her shell like the idiot he was. She'd never feared men before, but now every single one of them looked like a creature from a Lovecraft story to the grieving teen.

"I don't know. When Dr. Hopper says your well enough to go home. You tried to kill yourself. That's going to take some time to sort through for us as well as you. Right now, you need to stay here and focus on getting better. We'll be there when you're ready to come home."

"Is Alex okay?" Her voice dropped to the deadened whisper of depression that had become her norm since awakening a day after the overdose.

"Alex is fine. She misses you, though." Katy always asked after Alex right before she ended the conversation. Three. Four. Ten times a day. Every time Emma spoke with her, she asked about Alex a moment before she shut down. No amount of coaxing or bribery opened her back up until she was ready to speak.

"I'd like to see her," Katy said, hope rising in her voice. Emma softened and fought with her hands to keep them from touching her shoulder.

"I think she'd like that. Tell you what, you eat half of this turkey sandwich, and I'll bring her with me tomorrow morning. How's that?" She wasn't above bargaining and manipulation to nudge her daughter into eating something.

The pillow slid slowly from her head, blonde hair frizzing with sweat and friction. "Will you bring me a nutella and peanut butter sandwich, too. The food here sucks."

Emma chuckled, making a point not to look at Katy as she bit into the sandwich. She wanted her to feel like a human being, not a specimen under a microscope, which described her life perfectly at the moment. She handled it like the little warrior she was, though. She never denied the facts of her attempted suicide, never made excuses. She owned the decision.

"Yeah, Kid, I'll sneak that in for you." Emma winked. They shared a look that said she'd be lucky to get it past Regina.

A knock startled both women, but they settled when Ruby's head peaked around the door. "Hey, I'm here when you're ready. Hey Katy," Ruby greeted. A frown tugged her lips down when Katy hunkered beneath the blanket further and remained silent.

Ruby's brow furrowed. "Okay, that's okay," she assured the girl. "I'll be right outside all night. Just knock if you get lonely, okay? I love you." She disappeared and closed the door with a gentle click.

Emma stood. "I'm going to head out, okay. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Hang in there, you little shit." A hint of a grin tugged at Katy's lips at the term of endearment Emma enjoyed using. Her Emma, not the Emma who woke up after her car accident.

She kissed the side of her head quickly, careful not to linger too long. "I love you, Katy. Whatever he did to you, it's not your fault, you understand. You're not alone. We're right here, and we're not going anywhere."

"He'll hurt her if I tell you anything, Emma."

Emma jerked back. It was the first time Katy actually admitted her involvement with him. "We can protect her, Baby. Just tell us who he is."

She shook her head and returned the sandwich to her tray with only one bite missing. "You couldn't protect me or Belle or yourself or Granny. The day I saved you was the first time he didn't use a condom. He didn't know I was pregnant, but he knows now. So, I'm going to lay here until he's done or someone kills me. Goodnight, Emma."

"You stayed in the hospital that night," Emma blurted, unable to stop the shock in her words. Everything led back to hospital.

"Katy, why won't you let anyone else in here to see you?"

Her daughter shivered, silent tears trickling down her nose. "He's not after me anymore, is he? That's the deal you made with him. Stay quiet and Alex and I stayed safe."

Emma studied her profile for a moment and then left the room without another word. Katy presented a strong argument for her silence. He'd been a step ahead every single time, and they lost. Katy wasn't crazy and didn't require hospitalization, but she felt safe there. Emma sighed and Ruby touched her shoulder. Emma tried to smile, grimaced instead, and took the keys to her car.

"Night," she mumbled and continued down the hallway.

"Night," Ruby answered to no one and settled into the chair with a book and her phone.

As she always did, she called Belle, listened to her voicemail message to simply hear her voice, hung up without leaving a message, and sent a text. Belle had gone far too long without communication for her liking, especially with the new escalation of kidnapping. Nothing prevented her from being grabbed without their knowledge if she returned to town in the middle of the night. She stared at the book, pretending to read, and resigned herself to circular thoughts of her absent partner for the next ten or so hours.

Emma drove to the mansion in a daze. She wanted a shower and her bed, in that order, with or without Regina. She got both, with Regina, sort of. The witch lounged in the huge bathtub when she arrived at their bedroom. Emma entered without warning and stopped abruptly when greeted with the flushed cheeks and soft sighs of her wife and almost lover.

Regina grinned like the Cheshire Cat and laid her free arm along the back edge of the porcelain holding her. "Hello Darling," she purred in a husky whisper.

"Uhh, I can come back. I just wanted a shower," Emma muttered and rubbed the back of her burning neck.

Regina flicked her wrist and then pushed herself from the tub. "Don't bother. I wasn't getting anywhere." Her tone dripped bitterness, and Emma flinched, trying not to feel guilty about Regina's sexual frustration. Regina warned her about her cattiness when wound up and had spent the past two nights apologizing for trying to push things to the next level because she needed a stress release.

"How's Katy?" She asked, pulling the plug and stepping onto the floor.

"About the same. She still won't let anyone else in the room except me and Amelia and Eva. Although, she did ask me to bring Alex to visit tomorrow. I think Amelia slept in the on-call room tonight," Emma replied, grateful for the distraction from Regina's naked body.

The older woman covered the skin flushed from the hot water with a fluffy towel as Emma answered and then left the bathroom without further comment. Emma licked her lips and tried to force the image of a naked, dripping Regina from her eyes as she stripped and stepped into the shower. The ritual of cleansing her hair passed smoothly enough, but the second slippery lather slid across her stomach with the added stimulation of the soft wash cloth, her body responded unexpectedly.

Not for the first time, she sat on the bench in the corner and squeezed her breast, tweaking and rolling the nipple. The other hand traveled over her stomach, a single finger teasing the hood of skin over her clit when it reached its destination. Regina's face flashed into her mind, and a moan vibrated at the back of her throat.

Her eyes flew open in a mild panic, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. This was stupid. The woman lay in the next room, ready and desiring her touch. Emma snapped the shower off and toweled her body quickly before she thought too hard about her actions. She wanted Regina. They both needed this.

Regina faced away from the bathroom, laying on her side beneath the blanket. The bare shoulder peeping from the duvet told Emma that she'd gone to bed without dressing, as she often did now that they'd reached that level of comfortableness. Emma slid in and molded her body against the other woman's.

"Emma, one of us needs clothes. I'm already comfortable," Regina sniped around a shiver.

"Regina," Emma rolled her onto her back and straddled her hips in one swift motion. "Shut up."

Regina squeaked when she challenged her lips to a heated duel. Teeth nipped her lower lip, leaving a spike of pain to be soothed by a hot, wet tongue. Emma moaned, and Regina answered the call. A sharp push on her shoulder moved her back, and she pulled Regina's shoulders until she sat upright. Larger breasts tickled her rib cage with hardened nipples, and Emma's head fell backward as lips latched to her neck.

A black head bobbed kisses across her chest, and Emma buried her hands in the silken tresses still damp from the long bath, holding her close and tight. Regina jerked back abruptly and glared up at her lover. "What in hell is this?" She traced one finger across the scabbed skin atop blue and purple ink.

"Ruby gave me a tattoo the day Katy was admitted to the hospital and you stayed," Emma answered absently, her concentration on not grinding her hips into Regina's.

Regina studied the ink for a moment, traced the swirling Celtic designs they'd chosen for their wedding bands. It stretched from the left shoulder, crisscrossed over the scar Cora left over two years ago and disappeared around her ribs. "Does this go all the way around?"

Emma nodded. "It's not finished yet. The shoulder and ribs hurt like a bitch. Ruby wanted me to heal before she finished it. I'm getting everyone's name in a loop, and leaving plenty extra for other kids and grandkids." She smiled shyly.

"I don't want to ever forget again. You're name is going here." Emma pointed to the oval above her heart.

Regina swallowed the constriction of tears in her throat and kissed the flesh just over the swell of her breast. "I love it."

"I love you," Emma answered a second before they met for another heated kiss.

It started slower, burned brighter. Regina's hands lid up lean sides and around a muscular back, avoiding particularly sensitive areas for the moment. Her heat joined with that above her, and Emma pressed into it with her hips. Everything felt different with a woman, and her body responded to the foreign bumps and curves and softness with insatiable fervor. The tension of the moment heightened every single touch, played the scene in slow motion. They both felt it, and they both prayed that Emma didn't run.

Regina licked and sucked down her jaw. Emma sighed, nipples turning to diamonds under the gentle attention. Warm hands memorized a taut stomach as they slowly moved over the goose pimpled flesh. A nip of teeth on Emma's pulse point. Hot palms covered her nipples. Heat spread, and Emma felt the scorching goo between her legs spread onto Regina's belly.

She almost apologized, but Regina smiled up at her and urged her to the side, laying her down with a tenderness unexpected from the extremely sexually frustrated woman. Her heart pounded furiously, painfully, but Regina smiled down as she held weight on her elbow and leaned over her. That small, simple expression pulled her back from the fear consuming her. They met for a languorous kiss, slow and gentle and comforting. When Emma settled, a warm hand found her hip, which responded by bucking into the limb involuntarily.

"Relax Emma, you can still say no," Regina whispered in her ear, sending tendrils of pleasure down her neck and spine.

"I know," Emma managed. A gasp followed when dull nails scratched over her stomach.

"I may have to go back to the bathroom, but you can still say no," Regina added lackadaisically.

Emma chuckled, eyes slipping shut as her body heated. "You don't have to coddle me, Regina. I'll tell you when I get stuck. Just touch me."

Regina didn't need to be pushed twice. A palm slid over the soft tuft of hair at the apex of Emma's thighs. Emma moaned and pulled her into a desperate kiss that told Regina exactly how much Emma needed her. With a crook of her middle finger, she slid through scorching wetness and ended atop the bundle of nerves at the top.

Heat scorched her stomach, flushing her chest and neck. Hips rolled. A throaty rumble rolled from Emma's throat. "Please, Regina." She pushed her shoulder lightly, and Regina knew exactly what her lover wanted.

Wet, popping kisses followed Emma's stomach. A tongue dipped into her navel, and Emma laughed, staring down at her with adoring eyes. They both needed this, but that shouldn't dictate the speed. No complaints fell from Emma's lips, so she kissed from her knee to the crease of her thigh, running a tongue along the sensitive flesh.

Emma sighed, legs spreading further of their own volition. The neatly trimmed hair gave her pause, unused to seeing it upon this area of her lover's body. The moment she spread Emma's lower lips, hands found her hair, providing all the encouragement and assurance she needed.

"Regina," Emma whispered, and the other woman glanced up her body with her tongue poised for action. "No one's ever… I mean, not that I remember."

Regina smiled. "Relax." Emma shivered as a puff of air ghosted over her spread entrance. Regina held her gaze as she slowly slid her tongue inside Emma's already clenching walls.

"Fuck," Emma whispered breathily. Her head fell back onto the pillow, one hand buried in Regina's hair, the other gripping the fitted sheet with white knuckles. It was hot and wet and slightly scratchy in all the right ways, and Emma focused on pulling air into her lungs.

Regina hummed, lapping her entrance with fervor. The moans and gasps and tiny little jerks spurred her forward. Emma felt so close already. One finger replaced the hot muscle that moved upward to the engorged hub of nerves. Gently, she slipped the finger to the first knuckle and retracted it.

Emma may have been just out of virginhood in her mind, but Regina knew exactly what her body capable of withstanding, the pleasures she'd enjoyed during their time together. Two fingers slipped into the hot space, gripped immediately by slick muscles.

"Regina," Emma whined and bucked against her. Her hands pushed above her, tearing pillows out of the path, back and hips undulating like a woman possessed. She needed more. A third joined the two greased digits, and Emma nodded.

"Yeah. That. That's good." Tingling adrenaline and ecstasy endorphins spread into her lower stomach. Regina moved slowly, and Emma's little sounds turned into long, lazy moans that followed the thrusts of her fingers.

Regina sat back on her heels and watched the fingers build a slow rhythm. Emma bucked one moment, arched her back the next. Sometimes she forgot to breathe and released the air she held in explosive gasps that almost sounded like sobs. The foreign responses intrigued Regina to say the least. Older Emma had been jaded almost, unemotional until the end when she cuddled into her lover and basked in the warmth spreading throughout her body and soul.

This Emma accepted everything at once, the physical and emotional pleasure, the mental release. She'd not been tarnished yet by this world. Regina moved before her mind told her that she wanted to and slid up Emma's side with breaking the pace of her strokes. Weight on her elbow, she pressed her forehead to Emma's.

"Regina," Emma moaned and tipped her face towards her lover's.

"I'm here, Darling," she soothed the other woman and the silenced her with a demanding kiss. Emma accepted it happily and wrapped one arm around Regina's back with the other buried in dark tresses.

Her strokes became firmer, and her mouth caught the high pitched cries with each upward thrust. Pressure built in Emma's stomach as her walls clinched painfully around Regina's soaked fingers. Hips rolled enthusiastically and then stilled to an abrupt, screeching halt as Emma's back lifted from the bed in a sensual arch that spoke of absolute pleasure.

She collapsed to the bed, grinning and flushed. Two shaking hands grabbed each side of her head, and she laughed. "Holy shit."

Regina lowered her lips to Emma's once more, grinning into it wickedly. With a jerk of her hand, Emma squirmed and loosed a cry that surely alerted the adults downstairs to their activities. She'd always been loud, apparently. Regina pounded into her, taking her higher on the waves of her first climax.

"Regina, Regina, Regina," Emma panted over and over, like a prayer mantra and squeezed their bodies together.

Nails raked Regina's back. She grinned into the pain and created another first for Emma. Green eyes flew open wide when Regina used her knowledge of Emma's body to her advantage and pressed deeply into her slurping walls. That rough patch lay further back in Emma than any other woman she'd ever bedded before, her fingers barely long enough to reach it.

Emma opened her mouth several times, and Regina simply held her fingers against her g-spot, allowing her time to adjust to the intense pleasure.

"What is that magical place?" Emma whispered and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Regina nipped her ear lobe without answering and wiggled her fingers lightly over the bundle of nerves. Emma squirmed and then yelped when Regina stroked her once more, ensuring to jab the ribbed flesh inside with each penetration. A high pitched moan accompanied every breath, and Regina allowed them, mindful of Emma's insecurities. This was about pleasure, not modesty. Let Snow cover her sensitive ears if she didn't want to hear her daughter screaming Regina's name.

"Regina!" Emma called as if on cue, and Regina grinned evilly.

The bubble of overwhelming pressure built. A detonation of heat exploded in Emma's stomach, frightening her with the intensity and leaving splotches of flushed skin and white flower-shaped patches all over her pale skin. Panic swelled, gripping her chest, but her mouth lost the words. "Regina, I'm… Fuck!"

Starburst popped into the darkness behind her eyelids. The muscles in her stomach and around Regina's fingers clenched painfully. She grabbed the hand between her legs, holding pressure as the wave peaked and crashed the second time without further stimulation.

Fingers dug into the flesh of Regina's back and then relaxed as both hands fell limp. Emma stared at the ceiling, shivering with each wave Regina dragged out of her ecstasy-filled body. Tender kisses along her jaw tethered her to reality even though her body wanted to float up to the stars just outside the window.

"I love you, Emma," made her jerk with the realization of what they'd just done. They confirmed their relationship, took that great big, giant step towards marriage once more, and Emma fought the panic. She'd found someone worth fighting for, someone who put her first and rode the hard waves without running for the shore. If she inspired half the faith in Regina that Regina inspired in her, she understood why they'd never walk away from each other.

Rather than answer properly, too emotional to voice her thoughts, Emma wrapped her arms around Regina's neck and held her tightly. She wanted to cry and scream and push Regina out of the bed and run away and find out some way to attach her body to Regina's so that she never had to be parted from her. It'd never felt like this with Neal.

"I don't think I've ever experienced an orgasm before," she blurted wistfully. The words tumbled out before she even acknowledged that she'd thought them.

Regina raised her head as much as possible in Emma's firm grasp. "Seriously?"

Regina bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at Neal's utter failure. This was not the appropriate time or place. A part of her felt bad for Emma. Neal had been her first lover, took her virginity. He hadn't bothered to do it properly, and it pissed Regina off to the point of considering asking Whale to resurrect him so that she might have the pleasure of killing him again.

"Regina," Emma's soft voice broke her dark thoughts. "What do you like?"

The witch smirked. "Everything."

Air caught in Emma's throat, and Regina's smirk grew into a grin. A hand trailed a defined bicep. Fingers danced over a twitching forearm and ended their trek by wrapping around Emma's. Without breaking eye contact, Regina positioned Emma's hand on the skin belly her belly button. A thumb brushed the caesarean scar from Annabel's birth, and Regina held her breath unconsciously, scared of Emma's reaction.

Her body lacked the firmness she'd maintained up to the point of her pregnancy. Older Emma understood, revered the changes as proof of Regina carrying her child. Tender kisses followed, and Emma traced the length of the scar before covering it with her hand. She understood, Regina realized and released the captive air in her lungs.

"Is it always like this with us? This intense?" Emma asked suddenly.

Regina answered with a kiss and a warm hand on her neck. "It gets better."

Emphasizing her words, Regina guided her hand until they cupped her fevered mound together. They both sighed at first contact. Regina's eyelids fluttered, and she fought the urge to close them. "Gods, I've missed you," she whispered a moment before claiming Emma's lips.

A more skilled hand directed the larger one beneath it, pushing a finger through the slickness until it brushed her clit. Regina gasped, breaking the kiss. Breaths mingled, mouths an inch apart, when Emma took control of her hand and pressed lightly into the distended bump of pleasure.

Gaining confidence, the hand slid until the heel held pressure against Regina's clit. Using her superior strength, Emma flipped their positions and reclaimed Regina's lips. The tip of her middle finger teased at the hot entrance weeping milky liquid. She held the position and pulled back, watching Regina squirm beneath her.

Magic tingled at her hands. Regina inhaled sharply, and Emma grabbed at the tendrils of energy and trapped them within her. "Sorry," she whispered as she lowered her mouth to Regina's breast.

The tentative flicks across the huge brown nipple matched the slow pace of her circling heel. Regina jerked. A hand grabbed Emma's hair. She forced it to relax at the wince of pain and planted it firmly on one of those arms she admired. Emma abandoned the nipple and simply watched the other woman wriggle, bent legs moving her body up and down the bed in search of more stimulation.

"Please Emma, inside," she instructed, reminding herself of Emma's inexperience with not only sex but also her body. She'd not learned to read her signals yet.

Two trembling fingers pushed past her entrance, and Regina sank onto them as her body moved once more. "Help me find it," Emma said earnestly. She wanted to please Regina so badly that her magic practically beat against the inside of her dermis in an effort to escape.

"Bend your… yes," Regina instructed once more, losing her place when Emma followed before she finished the command. "Pull out a little. Mine's not as deep as yours."

Emma followed, brushing over a firmer patch of skin about the size of a quarter with a dip in the middle. Regina jerked, fingers digging painfully into her arm. "There, Emma!"

A hint of pride filled Emma at the positively primal growl that tore from Regina's throat when she pushed inside all the way and dragged her crooked fingers over that spot. She repeated the motion several times, familiarizing herself with the position of her fingers. After the fourth time, she noticed Regina's death glare.

"Are you quite finished experimenting?" She snarked, queen showing in her dark eyes.

Emma swallowed and nodded, unable to speak as the rush of adrenaline and renewed arousal filled her. Fresh liquid trickled between her legs, and her eyes slipped shut, blocking out that animalistic glint in her lover's eyes.

"Then fuck me," Regina commanded. Emma obeyed.

Regina's head hit the pillow violently when Emma slammed into her. Her body continued it's frantic rocking, and Emma breathed deeply, trying not pass out as a thousand new sensations slammed into her. Hot wet walls clenched her fingers. Nails scraped her shoulder. Regina's hot breaths puffed against her face.

Feeling adventurous, she added a third finger. Regina stilled for one moment and then rocked against her hand again. Gasps and throaty moans intoxicated her, and she knew in that moment she'd found her new addiction. They grew in volume the harder she thrust.

"Emma," Regina gasped.

Sweat glistened in the dim light of the lamp by their bed. Regina's emotion vein popped. Emma faltered momentarily, struck by the sheer beauty of Regina coming undone with flushed cheeks and heaving chest. She wanted to watch this all night.

When Regina whimpered in frustration, Emma angled her fingers upward without slowing her pace and bumped that patch of ribbed flesh. Black hair stuck in damp spots on her forehead when she flung it into the pillow again. Hot, wet muscles pinched and stilled Emma's fingers as Regina lifted from the bed. Emma studied her face, fascinating and completely hooked.

She'd never brought anyone to orgasm before. Sure, Neal got off inside of her, but she mostly laid there while he grunted and pounded into her. She'd never been this intimate, held this much power over another human being completely exposed and vulnerable. She wanted more.

Before Regina opened her eyes, demanding lips covered hers, and yearning fingers moved within her now tight walls. Instinctively, Emma jiggled her thumb on her clit, helping her produce more juice and coaxing the muscles into loosening. Regina moaned into her mouth, vibrating their lips. Breaths came in fast, shallow puffs, and Emma redirected her lips and teeth to Regina's windpipe as the woman tipped her head back.

When her fingers moved comfortably, Emma built a slow rhythm, experiencing everything all over again. Regina growled, and she responded with a sharp thrust that tamed it to a whimper. Those velvet-like walls slurped at her fingers, and Emma moaned into her sensation, face hidden in Regina's chest. She wanted to fuck Regina forever.

Emma's reaction to her arousal pushed her higher. Nails slid up her spine as Regina jumped and rolled against her. She was close, Emma realized and found that patch that made Regina climb the walls. With a gasp and a tremor and an explosion of air, Regina came undone in her hand once more.

Frantic arms wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and Emma winced when teeth sank into her neck. She'd never brought this reaction out in anyone else before, but Regina splayed everything open - her heart, her body, her primal sexuality. She gave everything to her, and Emma cradled it gently, knowing how scary it could be to split open and pour everything into the hands of another.

She met her for another heated kiss. She wanted more. Her lips moved to Regina's chest to teased across those sensitive scars with the tip of her tongue. Her hand moved between Regina's legs before she even realized that she'd given it the command.

"Emma," Regina whimpered. It sounded different this time, and Emma jerked back, fearful of having done something wrong.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, the trepidation in her voice laced with a hint of insecurity.

Regina paused and considered the question seriously. Her body's stimulation had reached almost painfully pleasurable. Her clit burned with every touch, her insides clenched and quivered, poised for more. Without preamble, she pushed Emma's shoulder and straddled her hips.

Emma's fingers impaled her to the hilt with the added pressure of her body on top, and she fell forward, catching her weight on her elbows on Emma's chest. Her lover grunted as the air left her lungs, and Regina scrambled to move the weight to either side of Emma's head.

"Are you okay?" She asked gently, scared the sudden pain or show of dominance may have frightened the younger version of her lover that took two years to coax The Queen out of her.

"I'm good," she assured with an arrogant smirk and thrust upwards.

Regina moaned and bit the other side of her neck. Emma answered with a moan of her own, breathing into the pain as Regina pumped herself onto her stiffened fingers. An arm slipped beneath her neck, taking the brunt of Regina's weight on one forearm, and the other disappeared between their bodies.

Emma's arm extended it's full length to maintain contact when Regina moved down a few inches to slip two fingers inside of her. "Fuck, Regina." The woman on top smiled and pulled a dusty pink nipple into her mouth. Emma had worked herself up so much getting her off that she already clenched at her fingers.

Emma's hand lost focus in light of her own pleasure. A sliver of irritation tore through her as well as the desire to take Regina to that chasm first and drop kick her off. Her magic activated without her permission. Regina cried out. Teeth clamped the side of the fleshy mound before them. Emma's magic pulsed and tingled inside of her, filling every crevice with the undiluted love and devotion of Emma Swan. A tiny rippling orgasm stilled her momentarily, weakening Emma's magic to a dull hum.

"If you wish, Miss Swan," she grunted and shot her own magic into Emma's clenching core. Those teeth reclaimed her breast as they struggled to maintain control of their magic and bodies, neither willing to yield first as they moved frantically against the other's hand.

Regina pumped her hand sloppily, trusting her magic to fulfill the rest. Emma pressed the heel of her magic-laced hand to Regina's clit, and the woman above her threw her head back in a wanton display of voluptuous motion and carnal sexuality. She'd done that to her, Emma thought, pushing herself over the edge.

Her back arch from the bed, breasts pressing into the larger ones dangling above her. She thrust into Regina with everything she had left as she toppled over the precipice of bliss and lost control to the pleasure endorphins numbing her limbs. She held on tight as they tumbled into the fissure of ecstasy together. Regina collapsed atop her chest, panting hot, wet breaths onto the burning breast bearing a purple badge in the shape of her teeth.

"Didn't mean -" Emma panted, unable to fill her lungs with enough air to finished the thought. White spots danced in her vision. Regina raised the hand beside her head and dropped it to the bed as a response.

"Wrist," Emma gasped, and somehow Regina raised enough for Emma to pull free. She retrieved her own, and they both shuddered with the ripple of pleasure that followed.

Emma swiped her hand over the sheet and left it in the wetness to dry, too shaky to move. Regina shivered, the sweat cooling quickly on her back. She grumbled and rolled away momentarily to snatch the blanket from the floor where one of them had kicked it. Emma scooted into a comfortable position and waited for Regina to fall against her chest again.

"Love you," she murmured and nuzzled her nose into damp black hair.

Regina grinned against her chest as Emma tossed her arm above her head and tucked it beneath the pillow. Her hand slid over defined stomach muscles quivering with spent adrenaline, pleased to find a larger hand waiting for her at Emma's left hip.

"I love you, too, Darling," she breathed, eyes refusing to open once more. Regina believed she might actually sleep through the night for the first time since Belle left.

"Was this a one time performance or will you be back for another show?" Emma asked, hand flexing atop Regina's anxiously. The not-so-subtle attempt at asking how she'd done inspired a chuckle.

"You're my new favorite solo artist," Regina answered in a sleepy rasp. Emma smiled and pressed a kiss to Regina's forehead.

"Can't wait to meet the band," Emma joked. Regina chuckled. She had no clue what their sex toy arsenal entailed.

"Em," Regina whispered, avoiding waking her if she'd already drifted off. Emma hummed. "How do you know Madison Cramer?"

Emma smiled, but it looked strained. "I was placed in her home. The woman who taught me how to make quiche, Candace, was her mother."

"The murder-suicide," Regina completed the thought.

Emma nodded, arm constricting ever so slightly, but Regina knew her, understood her little signals. "I'm sorry, Emma. It must be hard to see her again."

Emma hummed again and readjusted her cheek against Regina's head. "Not too bad. I'll always love Candace because she cared about me when no one else did, but I've let her go."

One green eye cracked and peered down at the dark brown gazing up at her. "Now I have you to cook for me. You make the best chocolate chip cookies I've ever had the pleasure of consuming. What's your secret?"

Regina chuckled darkly. "I told you once. Guess you'll just have to remember."

"Oh, that's…" Emma jerked up onto her elbow and stared down at her lover who simply moved her head to a pillow and closed her eyes serenely. "That's just evil."

"I'm reformed, not humorless." Regina tucked her face into Emma's shoulder. "Now shush, Darling. I'm attempting to follow my glow into the oblivion of sleep." The grin remained on her face as sleep tugged her under. It might have taken them a few first times, but they'd finally made love without jumping the gun and scrambling to keep up with their developing relationship.

Emma settled down and glared at a head of black hair when Regina reclaimed her chest as a pillow. A smile spread at the soft puffs of air across her breasts and brand new tattoo. Emma determined to get the secret out of Regina one way or another before she remembered. Her cheek found Regina's hair, soothing her into a drowsy state. Regina rooted further into her neck, hand squeezing her hip, and Emma suspected she'd awake in the same position in a few hours.

For once, she fell asleep beside her lover without the fear of waking alone.