A/N: Alright, I know a lot of you are wondering when is Robin going to get his. I promise you, he will. No stone will be left un-turned. First, however I felt the need to focus on a much needed reunion between our two lovely ladies. Thank you all tremendously for your daily support on this ff. Happy reading! :)

Regina's heart pounded. Her nerves had set in as well as fear. Fear over many things. Emma rejecting her for one as well as Robin finding out one way or another. She wasn't even sure what she would say. Where she would begin. What if Emma did turn her away? She was in her right, of course.

Out of habit she looked behind her, making sure no one was following.

In just a matter of hours, she would be back in Storybrooke, with Emma, begging for her to forgive her. To love her again.

Emma was bringing in pieces of furniture that Marco had extras of, made by her, along with August into the cabin. Before she knew it, it was furnished to her liking. Simple. There was a couch near the fireplace with a coffee table right in the center. To the left, the kitchen, big enough to move around in, leading to a small hallway where the first door to the left leaded into a single bathroom. Next to it was her bedroom with a big enough bed for two. And right across from that room was another bedroom, which remained empty for now.

August had been a big help for her ever since his return, which still rattled the blonde soldier from time to time. She would take one good look at her friend and couldn't even begin to imagine all he had to go through out there alone. Lost.

Both would share war stories, which is a source of conversation Emma had missed having. It was easier for her to talk about what went on out there with someone who experienced it with her.

August twisted the bottle cap off of a beer, handing it over to the blonde who stood beside him. A shared smile on both their faces as they looked up at the cabin. Both friends clinked their bottles together in salute as they took a drink.

"So, now that this is finished. What's your plan?" Asked August, looking over at Emma.

Emma smiled, patting the man on the shoulder, "There's still one more thing that needs fixing."

"What?" August followed the blonde right behind the cabin and onto another pathway, which was visible now. Taking in the sight before him of the lake and almost finished dock. The wood just needed to be polished to give it a smooth feel. "Let's get to work."

After hours, Ingrid stopped near the spot where Emma's car was parked, just off the side of the road. Regina grew nervous at the sight of that unmistakable yellow bug.

"Do you know your way?" Asked Ingrid, waking the brunette up from her many thoughts.

Regina smiled as she turned to look at her, nodding, "Thank you for everything."

Ingrid smiled, "Good luck."

The brunette made her way out of the vehicle, heading into that same direction Emma once walked her through. It surprised her how well she remembered her way. Although, there was a moment where she could have sworn she had become lost. But eventually she found her way again. And the closer she knew she came to where the cabin was, the more scared she grew.

Emma was walking her way just around the cabin, an empty beer bottle in hand. She had been alone for some time, given that August needed a break after a while. She stopped dead on her tracks at the sight of a familiar brunette standing off in the distance as she looked up at the finished cabin.

Was she dreaming? Drunk maybe? She did have a few already.

Her lips parted in surprise as the brunette's did, spotting Emma walking her way forward from beside the cabin now.

Regina's heart dropped to her feet at the sight of the soldier before her. Not that she didn't get a good look at her that night at the bar, but out in day time, Emma looked all the same, but different all at once. She certainly wasn't nineteen anymore.

Both women stood in utter, complete silence. Staring at each other in amazement, or shock.

Emma's heart pounded inside her chest at the sight of Regina. Not that she could ever forget how beautiful she could look, even out of her scrubs and into simple clothes, but the very sight of such beauty made that confirmation all the better each and every time.

"It's beautiful." The brunette cleared her throat, "The cabin. It's beautiful." She paused, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her dress.

The same dress she wore on their second date.

"What are you doing here?" The question came out of the blonde's mouth tasting like vinegar. They were still filled with anger, but also utter surprise that after all these years, Regina chose to show up. And here, of all places.

"I came with hope that we could talk." Regina replied.

Emma's brows creased, "Talk?"

"About us."

Emma chuckled, "There is no us, Regina. You made sure of that, remember?" She walked past the brunette, taking the last drink of beer her bottle provided.

Regina sighed, turning to face the blonde who stopped by the entrance of the cabin as she spoke, "I deserve that. And anything else you may think of me. And you're right. What you said to me that night at the bar, you were right. I was a coward- I've been a coward. But I'm here now, and it may be six years too late but, Emma I came all this way and I am not leaving until you hear me out. The truth this time."

Emma sighed, her hand resting on the door as she looked over her shoulder at the brunette.

Regina quickly grew aggravated at the soldier's silence, "You have every right to tell me to leave, if you so choose. But, for the love that you once had for me, I will stand here and beg you to listen to what I have to stay."

The door shutting was the next thing that was heard, followed by the blonde's footsteps as she made her way inside the cabin without another word.

"You told me that night that I couldn't fight for what I loved," Regina shouted, determined to have the blonde talk to her, "Well this is me fighting now. Please, Emma. At least give me a chance to explain why I did what I did. After that, if you still want me to leave, I give you my word, you won't have to see me ever again."

Emma was standing by the other side of the closed door, listening to the brunette's words, pleading her to hear her out.

Why should she? She should just turn her away. Tell her to leave or keep giving her the cold shoulder until she gave up and went back to New York. But, on the other hand she did come all this way just to talk to her. It took her six long years, but there she was now, back into her life and her heart like a flame that she was never able to put out completely.

The blonde mentally cursed herself as she pulled open the door, giving Regina permission to enter.

It was a sight and sound that made Regina's own heart skip a beat. A small smile almost wanted to tug on her lips as she made her way inside, but she didn't want to shout out victory just yet.

Regina's eyes drank in the sight of the cabin as she entered and closed the door behind her. It was better than she dreamed it being for all those years. A fire was burning, crinkling softly by the fireplace. Her eyes moved towards Emma who's back was to her as she moved into the kitchen to retrieve two cold beers from the fridge. Her eyes moved back to a single rocking chair that was by the same fireplace.

The hiss of the bottle caps being twisted open were heard, as Emma's head turned to the sight of the brunette as she now stood by the rocking chair. That rocking chair that was meant to be hers. What were the odds.

Regina turned to the sound of Emma's footsteps as she approached her. Her green eyes focused on the rocking chair as well.

"It's beautiful." Said Regina, her voice almost a whisper, "Did you make this?"

Emma nodded, her eyes still glued to the chair.

"When did you make this?"

Green eyes met with brown ones, her voice as well a whisper, "On your twenty-seventh birthday."

Regina's lips parted in surprise, her eyes falling back to the chair, then to the cold bottle that was being offered to her by the blonde, which she immediately took with no hesitation. "Thank you," She whispered, the tips of her fingers brushing with Emma's as she touched the bottle.

It was a contact that sent shivers up both women's spines, one to which Emma quickly broke apart from as she motioned for the brunette to take a seat anywhere she liked. "Have yourself a seat. You want to talk, you might as well make yourself comfortable."

Regina had to force her feet to move. She was scared being here right now as she moved towards the couch, and she wasn't hiding that. She would no longer hide anything anymore. She took in Emma's figure as she joined her on the same couch, leaning back as she took a drink from her bottle. Her green eyes studying Regina rather carefully as she waited for her to speak.

The brunette was a bundle of nerves as she cleared her throat. But being here, sitting beside the woman she loved and deeply wounded wasn't the only reason for her nerves, but the sight of the blonde soldier in gray sleeveless shirt. Her sculpted arms, who's muscles seemed to have stood out more with all the work she clearly had been killing herself with, out here.

She couldn't help but wonder about the rest of her, then and there. She took a sip of her beer which had been resting in her hand, clearing her throat, ridding herself of all that distraction, "I realize you're surprised to see me here after all these years. After running out on you that night at the bar."

"Well… I told you, you'd learn your way out here soon enough."

Regina chuckled a light chuckle at the blonde's attempt of lightening the tension that was building up around them again. Only this time, it was thicker than that night at the bar, so she was thankful that even after all this time, Emma hadn't lost her sense of good humor.

"Emma," She paused, placing the bottle down on the coaster that had been placed before her on the coffee table, "I am so sorry for everything I ever told you that day. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear from me, and you are in your right to not believe a word that comes out of my mouth after the pain I put you through, but…" She sighed, her eyes stinging with tears, "You were right. That day on that road, that wasn't me. The things I said to you, how I acted, it was all Robin."

She took another drink, a much larger drink this time before continuing. While Emma sat there, listening attentively. Regina would give anything to know what was going through her mind at that moment.

It felt so good to finally come clean of it all, she needed to continue.

"Robin somehow figured it out. Our relationship. He learned everything about you, who you were, who your family is, all your friends," She sighed, her brows creasing with frustration, "So, he blackmailed me, threatening your life to get me to…" She stopped, hating the look in the blonde's eyes. It was a blank, cold stare that she couldn't even decipher. "Well, you know the rest, there's really no need to bring up what he had me do." She took another, much needed drink, "We were fighting a lot at the time, if you remember so when I had to break things off with you, it all became harder for me to have to make you believe everything I did that day."

"Why wait six years, Regina?" Emma finally had to ask, "Why are you telling me all this now? Why couldn't you have told me on that day?"

Normally, Emma would have questioned if the brunette was telling the truth or not. But not today. The look in her eyes was the same one she had when she ended things.

Regina's voice finally broke, "Because Robin threatened to have you killed if I so much as told anyone. I couldn't even go to the police because someone that works for the police was paid by him to keep watch on you and on me. At all times."

Emma's lips parted with surprise this time, "Who?"

Regina shook her head, "I don't know who. I've never seen him."

"Is that the truth?" Asked the blonde through gritted teeth.

"It's the truth," Regina nodded, "I swear."

The blonde's jaw clenched tightly, taking another drink, "So, Robin… he..?" She paused, looking into the brunette's brown eyes, finding the answers she seeked in them without having to ask the much needed question. "How long?"

Regina's tears fell from her cheeks as she spoke, "It started just a short time during our fights. It went on for a long time after that, until I became pregnant."

Emma's green eyes grew wide, her lips parting again, "You… you had..?"

Regina nodded, wiping away another fallen tear, "It was a surprise for me too," She chuckled, "That's an entirely different story for a later time. But, out of all this hell I had to live through, Henry was the only good thing that came out of it. Along with seeing you live. Even if it wasn't with me."

Emma chuckled, tears of her own making their way past her cheeks now. Tears that Regina couldn't help but wipe away with her thumb as softly as possible. Which only made the soldier lean into her touch. All the anger she ever had for her gone at the feel of her soft touch alone.

"So, he made you give yourself to him day in and day out? Putting you- us through the worst hell imaginable for six fucking years." She asked, her green eyes going dark.

Regina could see Emma becoming upset, even more as she slammed her bottle down on the table hard and shot up from the couch towards the door. "Where are you going?" She rushed after her, grabbing a hold of her arm before she could do anything rash. "Emma?"

"I'm going to go find that asshole and make him pay for what he did to you!" She shouted, the vein in her forehead ready to pop.

Regina held onto the blonde's arms all the more, "Emma, no! You do that now, you'll only get yourself killed or worse- think of my son!"

"I don't give a shit, Regina! He has to pay for what he did to you!" Emma shouted, her eyes only growing darker as they locked with Regina's.

"You don't think I would love nothing more than to see him pay for what he's done?" The brunette shouted back, the vein in her forehead visible as well, "I more than anyone wants that, but we have to keep a level head! Especially when my son is involved now."

Emma shook her head, her fists tightening in anger as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lip quivered as she turned to face the brunette, even angrier this time, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me about all this on that day? Why?" She shouted.

"It wasn't that simple, Emma-" Regina's tears made their way down as she backed away against the breakfast table.

"No, don't give me that bullshit!" Emma shouted, leaning in more towards the brunette this time, "You should have told me. We could have worked it out together, just like we always did! Instead I went on hating you for something that you had no control over! Do you understand- do you have any idea what that was like for me?!"

"Yes, I understand because I went through the same damn thing!" Regina's lip quivered, her eyes never failing to look into dark green ones, "I hated myself for years over what I had to do to you. I hurt you like I never imagined I would have to and seeing you that day, holding an engagement ring- with tears in your eyes. It made it all more difficult." She sighed, "I had to make you think I was this horrible person so that you would let me go. Can you understand how hard that was for me?"

Emma closed in the very little distance they had between them, her hands cupping the brunette's face as her thumbs brushed away her fallen tears. Their eyes connecting as one, "I can understand it more than you think, Regina," She pressed her forehead against Regina's, her eyes closing as tears made their way down, "Because as hard as it was for you to walk away from us, it was even harder for me not to look for you." She paused, breathing in the woman's familiar scent, "I did what you said. I grew up, but as much of a grown up I became I could never force my heart to stop loving you. Not once in six years."

Regina couldn't hold back any longer. She cried. She cried like she never had the chance to cry ever since this nightmare began for them. Her hands resting on the blonde's bare biceps, quite enjoying the feel of them against her skin again, "I'm so sorry, Emma. I'm sorry for being such a coward, because you're right. I should have told you since day one what was really going on. I should have fought harder. Had I done that, we probably wouldn't be in this mess." Her hands gripped onto the blonde's shirt as she hugged her, pulling her closer to her body, not being able to stop her tears. "I shouldn't even be here right now. If Robin finds out, he could kill you because of me."

Emma wasn't having it anymore. She broke away from their hug, her eyes locking with Regina's as her hands cupped her face, "You are exactly where you should be, Regina. Whatever happens from here on out, we'll face it the way we should have six years ago. Together. You and me." She shook her head, seeing in the brunette's eyes that she wanted to run away, "I already let you go once, I'll be damned if I let you walk away for another six years or more without a fight."

Before Regina could say anything else, or have a chance to run anymore, Emma's lips locked into her own in a hard given but passionate kiss. Her hand cupping the back of her head, just like before, as her other arm snaked around her form, pulling her body closer to hers. Determined not to let her go ever again.

It was in that moment, where Regina finally hit fuck it.

Whatever part of her wanted to run away seconds ago, went paralyzed to the feel of the blonde's lips make contact with her own.

Emma was right. Whatever happened from here on out, they would face it together. She wouldn't be alone anymore. Emma would be with her. She finally knew the real truth to what happened, she finally had forgiven her after six years of pure torture without each other. And with one kiss alone, Emma said all there was to say. She still loved her, and Regina's feelings were just as mutual as the first day she laid eyes on her in that hospital bed.

Their lips melted into one another's with years of desire, just like they had that night at the bar when they saw each other for the first time in a long time.

Only difference from that night was that their arms, hands and fingers didn't waste anymore time in exploring each other. Everything was as it should be now. This entire, waited for moment was as if time hadn't passed them at all. Both women were right back to being that twenty six year old nurse, who had fallen for that nineteen year old soldier, who at first glance belonged to her and only her.

A grunt escaped Regina, for the next thing she felt were how Emma's hands moved their way down her sides, past her hips until they cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing them as she was lifted up onto the table.

The brunette's hands were quick to undo the blonde's belt, her lips not wanting to break contact with any inch of her skin, took over her neck. All while her hands yanked on the belt, allowing it to drop on the floor right after it was completely removed from the soldier's hips.

Emma released a heavy sigh as the next thing felt were how Regina's hands worked their way her stomach, past her breasts until they reached her shoulders.

She picked the brunette back up into her arms, their eyes connecting with another before sharing another kiss. She walked towards the couch where they were sitting minutes before, lying her gently on the cushion as her body rested upon hers.

Emma grunted as the brunette surprisingly turned them over, causing the blonde to land on her back hard on the floor. She smiled as Regina straddled her and looked down on her. Even in that position she looked absolutely breathtaking.

"You don't always get to have all the control, soldier." The brunette whispered, her hands pulling on the blonde's shirt as she removed it from her body. Her eyes feasting on the beautiful sight before her. Her fingers were quick to feel their way up again, against the all too familiar but different ab muscles, past the black colored bra, and sculpted arms.

Did she ever miss the feel of this woman's body.

There wasn't a day where she wouldn't dream about having it again.

Emma's hands had a mind of their own, for they went hunting for what was underneath the brunette's long skirt. They moved their way up, causing her wrists to drive the dress upward, leaving olive toned thighs exposed to her viewing pleasure. Her eyes fell on said thighs as her long and eager fingers pulled down on the brunette's panties next. A sight that was ready to make her have her release just with the bare glance of how Regina's hips moved upward, as she helped her remove her from her panties.

After everything Regina had to go through with Robin, Emma wasn't one to want to push things further than she would want to. But, just by looking into the brunette's lustful eyes as not only the warmth of the crackling fire surrounded them- but of their bodies as well- she knew she wanted this to happen just as bad as she did.

The next thing that happened, was that Emma pushed the coffee table out of the way. It wasn't a heavy piece of furniture, so it wasn't a difficult task. Besides, with how eager both were for one another, there was no way they would make it to the bedroom.

The blonde's jeans, along with her panties were the next thing to go, followed by the brunette's entire dress.

Their lips met in a lustful kiss, as their bodies melted perfectly together. Regina's body resting on Emma's again as she straddled her. Both women released a much needed moan as their most eager parts of their bodies came in contact. Regina's hands grabbed onto the cushion behind Emma, her eyes keeping their contact with her green ones as their hips moved in sync with one another.

It wasn't a position Emma was a stranger too. But being with Regina now, after six years of missing the feel of her- it all felt different. But, in a better way. Making love to her was as if time had just stopped and continued just for them, but with a complete 180 feel to it.

Emma then rose up, carefully lying the brunette onto the rug that covered the hard floor, moving her way in between the woman's legs as her lips feasted on every inch of her neck, down to her breasts, past her stomach and bare thighs. Leaving no stone unturned. Her tongue, teeth, lips and hands explored the older woman's body like a road map she knew inside out.

"Mmm…!" Regina's hand grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, as loose strands tickled her skin, while Emma's tongue went right to work. As well as her hands, as they were quick to make their way up to cup the woman's breasts. It was a feeling that made Regina's eyes roll to the back of her head. Her hips moving in sync with the blonde's tongue as it tasted every part of her. Sliding its way inside her walls and back out in a rapid motion as she tasted the aftermath of its repeated actions.

The intensity of her tongue's movements became impossible to stand. Her body needed immediate release. Which was earned after a few more strokes from the blonde's bare tongue.

The intensity of her orgasm had even become too much for her body to handle as it shook with delight. A smile spread across her lips as it quickly came down from its long desired high. Her hands cupping the blonde's as they rested upon her breasts, while her lips kissed their way up to hers. The feel of the blonde's tongue entering with a much granted permission. Her own taste lingering inside their mouths.

Only as she thought the soldier was done- she wasn't. The proof being in how Emma made Regina chant out her name like a prayer as she felt two of her long fingers enter her.

"Where on earth did you learn to do that?" Regina whispered, breathing out her name on the blonde's thin lips. Her nails raking across the blonde's arm as it only kept up its rhythm, moving in and out with such ease and familiarity.

Emma smirked right on the brunette's lips, "I had a great teacher, years ago. She was a nurse then."

Regina chuckled, her hands pulling on the blonde's hair yet again as her rhythm only increased. "Mmm! The student has surely mastered the teacher- oh!"

Moans and grunts over took them both, as Regina didn't fall far back behind as her own fingers soon entered inside Emma's own opening. Causing her to only move her own hand more, both soon becoming so lost in each other. Their lips meeting in a passionate and hungry kiss.

Their love making was just like their first time, only better. It was not only filled with love but intensity as well. That intensity that neither of them were able to have with anyone else for six long, lost years. They were one once again. Their bodies molding perfectly against one another as their movements never ceased. They only increased more and more until both were wrapped up in this chain of ecstasy.

Emma's tongue was quick to explore the older brunette's skin on her back, as well as her lips, kissing away every wet trail left behind. Her hair now loose from its ponytail as she moved up towards the woman's shoulders, her arm snaking around her fine form.

There was no fear within this shared moment. No pain, no heartache. There was only them and their undying love as a witness.

A smile like no other became visible on the brunette's lips, her teeth pearly white in the faint light of the unattended fire that was before them.

She was the happiest she had been in years.

They both were.

"I missed you," Emma whispered, placing another delicate kiss on the brunette's shoulder, her hand finding its home within hers. "I missed this. The feel of your skin against mine," Her fingers caressed against hers, "Hearing you repeat my name in the most pleasurable moans imaginable."

Regina released a light laugh, turning her body over to face the blonde directly this time, her hand caressing a stand of blonde curl, "Is that all you've missed?"

Green eyes locked on her brown ones. Emma's voice a whisper, "When you left, I had an even bigger problem sleeping. Every time I closed my eyes, I would… see you with him." She paused, "Ingrid's ex-husband found her, showed up at the house, on the day you ended things. All I saw was red. I nearly broke my hand on his face."

Regina was quick to grab the blonde's hand, placing a kiss right on her knuckles. Their eyes never leaving each other's, "I'm so sorry, Emma."

The soldier shook her head, her hand coming up to meet the woman's cheek, "You're here now," she whispered.

"When I had to live with Robin, he would get angry," She chuckled, "Because he could control everything I ever did from that day on, except my dreams. In them, I would see you constantly. Sometimes you'd be so in love with me like before, others you would be so angry."

Emma's eyes filled with anger at the mention of Robin's name, "I'm so sorry, Regina," Her eyes burned with unshed tears, "I'm sorry you had to find yourself in this situation." She paused, her jaw tightening, "If I ever I see him, I swear, I will kill him myself-"

Regina placed her hand on the blonde's lips, preventing her from speaking any further, "Don't torture yourself any longer with that."

"Regina, he-"

"I'm well aware of what Robin did, dear." She caressed her cheek, feeling her relax to the feel of her touch, "He may have had my body, but he could never have my heart. And that's what tortured him." She chuckled, "Right until he found a new victim. But, better for me. Ever since I became pregnant with Henry, he never once touched me."

"Henry." Emma whispered, a small smile exposing on her lips, "I wonder how you will explain this to him." She paused, her smile soon disappearing, "Is he… Robin, is he..?"

Regina nodded, understanding the blonde's question, "He's a good father to him. Henry is the one thing Robin truly cares about." She grew worried, "He may want to take him away after this."

"That's not going to happen. I won't allow it." Emma assured her.

Regina looked into the blonde's eyes, "Emma," She paused, "Things could get complicated after this. You don't know Robin like I do. Once he finds out about us…" She paused, "If you want me to leave, I still will. The last thing I want to do is put you or anyone in danger. I love you too much to let that happen-"

Emma smiled, a smile Regina missed seeing. Her lips captured the brunette's preventing her from speaking any further.

"Life is never easy, Gina. Sometimes we are forced to face battles we weren't meant to face. But it doesn't mean we can't beat it." She smiled, wiping away one of Regina's fallen tears, "He made me lose you once. It's not happening again. I promise you that. He will never hurt you again."

"I love you, Emma." Regina whispered, feeling a sense of security she hadn't felt in years, "I always loved you. That never changed, you have to believe me."

Emma's lips met the brunette's once again, her body moving to rest on top of hers as they became one. "I believe you, but, I wouldn't mind hearing you repeat it for the rest of our lives."

Regina's brow raised, her hands finding refuge on the blonde's back, "Eager, are we, soldier?"

"As eager as you. We still have a lot to catch up on," Emma grinned, as wide or wider than Regina, both exchanging a set of kisses, until they turned passionate again for the rest of the day and entire night.

"That we do, Ms. Swan," Regina chuckled, "That we do."