A/N: Well, I just hope this is what you all wanted! :) please review!


Closing the door to her bedroom behind them, Regina ponders momentarily on the way the blonde's eyes had flickered over to Henry's door at the opposite end of the hallway, and she swallows uncomfortably. She wonders if she should bring up the contents of her letter and discuss things in a little more depth, but she imagines that she has covered everything there is to be said. At least on her behalf. Emma might have any number of opinions on what she has read, but the brunette supposes that it lies with the blonde to bring those things up for debate.

She imagines that in the coming weeks, they might find themselves enduring several tense conversations.

But not tonight.

Tonight, Emma came back, and she's not angry- not mad- and she's smiling at her in that awkward yet sweet manner, and she's not about to run away or scream at her spitting words of hate, and everything might just be okay.

Please.

"One more time, Emma; are you sure this is what you want?"

She asks softly as she pads across the carpet to stand in front of the blonde who hesitates uncertainly between her bed and the dresser in the corner.

"My answer's not going to change, so quit teasing."

Emma sighs, and the brunette can practically taste the nervousness emanating from her companion and imagines the younger woman's heart might just be beating as sickeningly fast as her own.

"I need to hear you say it, dear. You're young, and you've mentioned several times now that you feel some sense of debt or expectation. I, in turn, have done my best to make it as clear as I can that I don't expect anything from you, and that whatever debt you feel you might owe me can be repaid by working for me and by simply being my friend. You're a beautiful girl, Emma, and however disastrous your fanciful ploy for seduction might have been, you must have done something right. I like you very much, and I want this, but I'm both older, and arguably wiser than you are, and for my own peace of mind, I need you to say it. I need you to tell me that you want this. No joking around, no snide comments. Just a simple 'yes' or 'no'. Because, I may like you, dear, but I care about you a great deal also, and this is not happening if you have mixed feelings. A lot has happened between us, Miss Swan- Emma- but my wanting this is very simple. I need to know you see it the same way. That- pushing everything aside- this is a simple, carnal desire. That you-"

"-Regina. I get it. It's alright. You've made things clear, and it's not your fault that I read things the way that I did. I don't want to make amends. I don't want to repay you.

I want to fuck you."

She speaks quietly, without any waver to her voice, and the brunette closes her eyes as this last part causes her stomach to tighten.

"Very well, then."

She whispers, and, the younger woman laughs lightly at this rather businesslike response, but that's okay because they both know where they stand. Closing the distance between them, Emma finds the Mayor's lips hungrily, and the latter loses her hands within thick gold as she allows herself to let go of her strict self-control and enjoy the moment; kissing the blonde back breathlessly until the steadily dampening lace between her legs calls its need for attention.

Slipping her hands down between them, she begins to fiddle apart the buttons to the younger woman's shirt- Emma still clad in her uniform- before catching the rapid increase in the blonde's breathing and the way the latter's slim frame trembles against her own. Stepping back, she regards Emma intently; studying the light blush creeping across pale cheeks and the way the latter bites at her lip.

"Are you okay?"

"Uhuh."

Tangled gold cascades over the front of the younger woman's shirt as she nods earnestly and steps back towards the Mayor; fumbling slightly as she starts to recirprocate the darker woman's attempts to undress her in a way that strikes Regina as almost manic. Shaking her head as Emma runs a shaking hand down to play over the soft linen of her dress-pants, the Mayor forces the younger woman back once again and meets her wide-eyed gaze pensively.

"You've not done this before..."

She murmurs quietly, and it's more of a statement than a question. The blush to the blonde's cheeks darkens visibly, but Regina doesn't pay this any mind.

"Well, no, not really-"

Emma mutters with a small shrug, looking decidedly uncomfortable

"-To be honest, I didn't think you would have, either."

She growls, and she seems both frustrated and impressed. The brunette's brow furrows before it dawns on her that Emma speaks of the sapphic element to their little tryst. She, in turn, finds herself mildly surprised at the younger woman's admission that this is a first for her- though, she supposes, she has little to base this presumption on- and wonders if she should explain that this is not what she'd meant.

That she'd not been referring to sexuality.

Rather this breed of sex in general. The younger woman's mannerisms are frantic and tense, and it had surprised her that Emma would so swiftly attempt to stimulate her need. She imagines this is somewhat telling of the way the blonde is used to doing this.

Hard. Fast. Rough.

None of these are necessarily bad things in her eyes- and heaven knows she's fantasied about just, well, fucking the girl in just such a manner- but it is not the only way she herself has experienced love making. The way it had been with Daniel had been gentle and meaningful. He'd taken care of her... She'd never found any need to quake nervously in his arms or exhibit the kind of frantic desperation she reads in the blonde's tension. They'd made love. He hadn't just fucked her.

Similarly, the way that her maids had tended to her had been careful and with respect.

She hadn't been asking Emma just now if she'd enjoyed any previous experience with the fairer sex...

She'd been asking if the younger woman has ever made love. If she's ever had someone tend to her- make her feel special- or if it's always been that kind of rough, dirty need for release that can feel so good, but means so little.

She thinks back to the state in which she'd found the blonde back in Boston. Liquored up and naked, with the events leading up to this conclusion only too obvious. Her lip curls slightly as she imagines how it must have been; the kind of sex shared between someone broken and beyond caring and the sort of person that would take advantage of that. From Emma's apathetic response to mentions of such activities, she has a feeling the blonde is used to being treated... Well... That she is used to being treated the way she allows herself to be treated.

Glancing from shaking hands to the nervous yet adamantly defiant fire dancing in green eyes, she thinks back to the way things had been in her Palace and the care shown to her by her subjects, and she offers the younger woman a slow smile.

She has always been the one to receive the attention and reverence of others, and she imagines there will be plenty of time to allow Emma to even the score, but for now...

Well, for now, she has a deep desire to pass on the favour.

"Do you trust me?"

She asks, and Emma frowns in confusion before stepping forward with a restless sigh and trying to reclaim her lips once more.

"Sure, why? What are you-"

"-Shh..."

Regina scolds, and she chuckles quietly at the expression of impatience that doesn't quite mask the shy nervousness playing across the blonde's sharp features.

"Relax, Emma."

She murmurs as she allows the girl to brush soft lips against her own, and she cups warm cheeks gently.

"This is so annoying..."

Emma grumbles, and the darker woman smiles as she closes her eyes and speaks quietly; playing soft curls through her fingers.

"What is?"

"Just, like... The other day this was easy, and I just came into your room and got naked... Now... I don't really... I dunno... I'm not sure what to do...This isn't how I usually do things, and I don't know what to do."

The younger woman sighs- confirming the Mayor's assumptions- and the brunette can feel the heat of the blonde's embarrassment burning against her flesh. Finding Emma's jaw and guiding her back so that she can look into green eyes levelly, she licks her lips and addresses her gently.

"It's alright. I do."

And with that, she kisses the younger woman sweetly while continuing to work open her shirt. Pulling crisp cotton from pale limbs, Regina lets the blonde's top fall to the floor and runs a hand down to rest at her waist. Caressing smooth skin with her thumb, she inches her other hand around to the back of Emma's skirt and pulls the zipper down slowly; allowing short pleats to flutter down slender legs to leave the blonde in just her underwear and sneakers.

"Take those off."

She murmurs into cornsilk curls; swallowing audibly as she drinks in pale flesh.

Emma nods shyly, and toes off her shoes; bending down to pick them up and place them neatly by the door. Regina watches on hungrily as she unbuttons her own shirt and removes expensive fabric; offering the younger woman a pointed look when the latter turns back to face her. Smiling darkly at the girl, the brunette slips out of her dress pants and tosses her hair as she allows wide eyes to wander over her soft curves and the intricate design of her lingerie.

"Still interested?"

She teases huskily, and Emma nods a little dazedly, before clearing her throat and adopting a sheepish grin.

"I guess. Only a little bit, mind."

Smirking, Regina shakes her head at this blatant lie and points to the bed.

"Make yourself comfortable."

The blonde frowns; used to winding up being pushed down onto swiftly crumpling covers in a haze of heat and need. It has never been a position that has been asked of her so politely before.

"Uh..."

But Regina stalks over to the bed and waits for her to do as she's told; reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, and hesitating patiently as she watches Emma crawl up onto the silken throw before removing expensive satin with a smile.

"Good girl..."

She muses huskily as she watches the blonde lie back tentatively with her hair tumbling over the pillows; Emma's lip caught between her teeth as she drinks in newly exposed flesh with a quiet, involuntary groan. Pulling herself up onto the bed and leaning down over the younger woman, Regina holds her intense gaze heatedly, before claiming her lips and lowering herself down to lie flush with pale skin; running her hand over delicate ribs to stroke her thumb against softly globed cotton. Emma glides her own palm up soft flesh to find the brunette's breast, and the latter allows her to apply sweet torture with her touch, before gently catching the blonde's wrist and guiding it to rest up above her head. Coaxing Emma to bring up her other arm too, she smiles down and brushes her lips against the fragile bow of the girl's collarbone.

"Let me make this good..."

She breathes quietly into lightly salted flesh, and Emma closes her eyes with a shiver as the gentle warmth in the Mayor's tone affects her in a way she hadn't known it was possible to be affected.

Running a wet trail down the younger woman's sternum, Regina slips her hand beneath the blonde and fiddles apart the small catch of her bra. Pulling away cheap cotton with minimal difficulty, she kisses the younger woman hungrily when Emma offers her a tentative smile.

"Pretty little thing."

Regina purrs into the delicate shell of her ear, and Emma kisses her deeply as she muses on the fact that no one has ever spoken to her in such a manner when in this intimate situation. It's always been highly sexualised compliments growled into slick flesh while struggling for breath. Words spoken without any real meaning.

She is sure Regina means what she says, and she hisses pleasurably as the darker woman trails her attention down to taste the sensative bud of her nipple.

"You're beautiful."

She murmurs with her eyes clenched shut, and Regina smiles as she presses her lips over the younger woman's heart; not having expected any response, but flattered just the same. Of course, she knows that she's beautiful, but it still causes her stomach to clench to hear the blonde say so.

Propping herself up to study the younger woman, she thinks back on the pretty, redheaded maid- Delilah... Or perhaps Delia?- that had served out the majority of her duties up in the palace chambers. She had been an attractive young woman; sordidly skilled, but sweet and nurturing. It had been a terrible thing when she had been slaughtered in one of Midas's attacks. Nothing that the Queen would have been seen to mourn openly, but she had been fond of the talented seductress.

And she had been her first.

She remembers lying on her back much as Emma does now and arching up as sweet, rose-petal lips had brushed where she'd previously believed they oughtn't; crying out and shaking as that first time, that touch had been new and overwhelming, and so much more intimate than she could have anticipated. The maid had been good to her and understanding, and, while the pretty redhead would later find herself strung up or stripped roughly down on many an occasion, Regina had never forgotten how sweet that first time had been. She'd been the recipient, and from then on, she had always demanded what she'd wanted- she had been Queen, after all- but she understands what it is to give rather than take, and, as she trails her tongue slowly down the blonde's stomach now, she means to share that feeling of warmth and pleasure that has nothing to do with hard, meaningless fucking.

"Regina..."

Emma chokes, and the brunette smiles warmly as she reads the needy desire in the younger woman's eyes.

"Shh..."

She scolds quietly, before slipping her fingers into tight, black cotton and sliding the blonde's underwear slowly down her legs. Leaning across the bed to brush her lips gently against Emma's, she nips lightly at the younger woman's tongue, before moving back down and spreading shaking legs slowly.

Running her fingers lightly across the inside of the blonde's thigh, she strokes softly against her sex, and whispers for Emma to look at her.

"You're ok?"

The younger woman nods with an audible click as she swallows; thinking distractedly on her conversation with Ruby, where she had informed the Waitress of her brief and fleeting escapades with the fairer sex. Thinks of sex in general... And about how this is nothing like what she's encountered before. She almost wants to laugh, as she has the strange idea that, if not for the almost sickeningly intense lust and arousal knotting in her stomach and causing her sex to clench, such sweetness and care would have her wanting to cry.

Chestnut tresses brush against the inside of her legs as warm velvet teases her tentatively, and she closes her eyes with a bitten back moan; her hands moving instinctively down to find dark waves before she lowers them obediently to her sides as she catches a short pause down below at the movement.

Running her hand firmly over the taut flesh of the younger woman's stomach in approval of her compliance, Regina brings the fingers of her other hand up to enter the blonde gently; smiling against wet flesh as this heralds a low cry from above.

"Fuck..."

Emma manages through clenched teeth, and the Mayor simply increases the intensity of her ministrations rather than scolding the younger woman for her language; catching movement to her side and glancing briefly over to see pale hands fisting at her sheets. She nips gently at the blonde's most sensitive spot, causing the latter to jerk with a guttural moan that leaves little doubt as to whether or not this small touch of playfulness has been well received. Nipping a little harder, she moves her fingers with more speed, before pushing herself back up the bed as she feels the younger woman's core muscles flutter tellingly and Emma begins to buck against her; capturing the blonde's lips and swallowing her cry as her body shakes with her release.

"...Sh-shit..."

Emma breathes huskily into the brunette's hair when she trusts herself to speak. She moves her hand down between them shakily and pulls gently at Regina's wrist in a silent request that she remove the fingers still curled sweetly up and massaging her softly. Panting quietly, she returns the darker woman's gaze, before pulling her swiftly down into a hard, open-mouthed kiss.

"I... I didn't know..."

She stammers, but that's all she manages to get out before she gives up and continues to crash her lips against the brunette's. She doesn't imagine it really matters whether or not Regina is let in on the fact that she had never known sex could be like this. That it could be meaningful and overwhelming and, strangest of all, kind.

If she had seen it fit to disclose such sentiments, Regina would have simply nodded in her understanding. She knows, even if Emma hasn't found the words to express herself. It is apparent in every tentative caress and soft touch the younger woman offers her as she kisses her needily.

Allowing Emma to roll her onto her side so that she lies facing the young blonde, she gasps as the younger woman's fingers trail gingerly down her stomach to slip into her underwear. She had been content to have tonight be just about Emma, but when the blonde whispers against her lips shyly as her free hand cups at her cheek, she represses a shudder of lust

"Can I?"

It is soft request, strangely timid, but there is a hopefulness in the younger woman's tone as she presses her fingers patiently just above forbidden sweetness, and Regina gives a small nod as she kisses the younger woman gently. She lets out a shaky sigh as the blonde enters her slowly; Emma moving with a shy carefulness that greatly resembles her own actions this evening.

"God..."

The brunette groans as Emma becomes a little braver with her delicious ministrations, and, while it remains clear that this is new to the younger woman, and that the angle isn't what she's used to when using her fingers in such a manner, she kisses the Mayor deeply, and the latter moves her hips with small moans into the blonde's mouth as she realises just how aroused serving the girl has left her; her muscles clenching and stomach fluttering as the soft, wet noises from below the covers seem to quell any further fear on Emma's part that she might not be performing as desired.

Groaning encouragingly when the blonde leans into her pointedly, she pulls the younger woman onto her with a choked cry as Emma grinds her palm hard against her need, before biting down at a skinny shoulder as her thighs twitch and her sex clenches around busy fingers. Emma seems to understand enough to slow down her torturous teasing, and she pushes herself up slowly to regard the brunette with a shy, questioning expression, as though waiting for either a scolding or praise.

Regina can only find room for the latter.

"Emma..."

She sighs the blonde's name, before pulling her back down to offer her an absurdly gentle kiss on the cheek.

"That was good."

Emma whispers matter-of-factly, and the brunette laughs quietly as she nods her agreement.

"Yes, I believe it was."

"I wanted to do that so badly..."

The blonde confides, and Regina smiles as she finds something inexplicably refreshing in the simple honesty of the younger woman's admission.

"As did I, dear. I know things were complicated, but... I wanted to do that very much."

Her smile widens when Emma grins sheepishly with an expression of ill-hidden glee, before letting out a sigh and studying the soft gold that she plays pensively through her fingers.

"What happens now, though, dear?"