Okay, so there's a little more of this story than expected, but it's all crammed into one, and voila, the second part to this story. Please send feedback and I hope you enjoy! Stay safe, I love you all!

Warning: Major sexual abuse, and NSFW scenes ahead!

"He's very intuitive, isn't he," I inquired half-heartedly. Snow was stunned into silence. Her mouth was open slightly and she stared at me with confusion, then absurdity, then finally settling on curiosity.

"I don't…understand. You…love me?"

"Well, love's a strong word, but essentially yes." Regina's clarification didn't help Snow, it only made her face grow paler. "I think you should sit, you look ill." Snow laughed breathlessly, while Regina towed her along to the living room, taking the glasses of water with her.

"You understand this is something I've wanted since I've been a teenager. Probably earlier than that, actually." Regina rolled her eyes.

"I'm fully aware of your childhood obsession."

"It wasn't an obsession," Snow protested. Regina chuckled.

"Always so stubborn," she commented. Snow ignored her and took the glass of water in her hands now.

"But this is hard to wrap my head around. I love Charming. Do I? Do I love you instead? Is it just some crush? What do I do? Oh God, Regina, what do I do? Tell me, tell me. I need to-I have-I need some air."

"Come upstairs with me," Regina said, offering a hand to the shaking princess.

"What? No, I'm not going upstairs! We're you expecting me to just hop right into bed with you, or would you rather do it in Henry's room?"

"Oh God, no, calm down. I thought we could go on my balcony. Did you really think I was going to seduce you into bed? In Henry's room? Are you nuts?"

"No, just- I need oxygen." Regina chuckled darkly and took Snow's hand, leading her onto the balcony through her bedroom. The two could see the entirety of Storybrooke, and the people bustling within."Regina, you have to help me."

"I'm afraid I can't, dear."

"You have to. I can't do this. I don't think I can choose."

"I can't choose for you. I'm biased, remember? It's like asking your daughter to pick the best-looking woman in town. You know damn well she'd pick herself."

"If I taught her well enough, she'd say me. Or you. Or someone else."

"The point is, Snow, I can't choose for you. If I could, I would pick me, any day of the week. But you need to know what you want, and what's best for yourself. This is the time to think about yourself. Okay? Don't think about me, or Charming, or Emma, or Henry when you make this decision. You choose for yourself." Snow nodded and sighed. She leant over the railing and tucked her arms under her torso.

"You did this, Regina. You turned my life upside down, just like you did in the Enchanted Forest."

"Good or bad?"

"Both." Snow sipped her water and thought. "I had tried to convince myself that I was always obsessive when it came to any motherly figure, but I was in a deep state of denial. It was only ever you." Snow chuckled to herself humourlessly.

"You should be granted an exception. This is me we're talking about, it's hard not to fall madly in love with me." Snow giggled and, though she'd never admit it, it filled Regina with hope to fight like hell for her. Because even she had to admit it to herself, Snow White was special, and there wasn't a single bone in her body that's denying Henry's brilliant deduction. It's hard to tell if Regina wants him to be a matchmaker or a detective, with the clear skills he's shown these last forty-eight hours.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Not full of myself. Confident." Snow giggled again and looked up at Regina with the same perfect green eyes that would spend their time looking on at Regina with devotion, back in their own realm. If she could, Regina would spend her time looking at her for eternity. Henry really did a number on me with that 'you love her' stuff. I went from reluctant tolerance to clearly expressing my deep affection towards her, Regina thought. God, what is it with her?

They both stood in a comfortable silence, with Snow's brow's furrowing, or nose crinkling sweetly, or her eyes squinting. Regina just watched her calmly.

"Can I kiss you," Snow asked naively.

"What?"

"To…see if it makes a difference in my decision." Regina thought for a moment. One kiss couldn't hurt.

"Alright, then. Why not." Snow turned to her and looked down timidly. Regina put her hand under Snow's chin and brought it back up. "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid. I'm preparing."

"Preparing?"

"This is my first kiss with someone other than David, since I met him."

"You've kissed someone else before David?"

"Yes. Did you forget? You were my first kiss." It honestly escaped Regina's mind, the kiss. Snow had found Regina in the gardens in the late evening, and kissed her under the apple tree. It was pleasant, but Regina ended it as soon as it began and left wordlessly. The next morning, she had sneered and glared at the girl.

"I'm afraid it slipped my mind." Regina chuckled to herself. She watched Snow as she planted her hands behind her neck, cupping the base of Regina's skull. Snow bit her lip and began breathing quicker. Slowly, Snow leant forward until their noses were brushing. The anticipation was nearly killing her, but Snow had to be the one to act. Regina wouldn't do anything Snow didn't want.

Snow exhaled and hastily pressed her lips to Regina's and everything clicked. She pulled on the lapels of Snow's jacket to bring her as close as possible. If they didn't stop, Regina wouldn't be able to pull away until they were in her bed.

Snow brought her lips away gently, and caught her breath, with her hands still around Regina's neck and their lips nearly brushing together. Regina closed her eyes, hoping she could take a mental picture of this moment, of Snow pressed against her meekly and her hands playing with the hair at the back of Regina's neck.

Regina exhaled an unsteady breath and opened her eyes, to find a pair of emerald boring into her chocolate brown.

Snow didn't hesitate when she pulled Regina back in, more forcefully than before. She practically pounced onto her, forcing her lips apart to brush her tongue against Regina's. Snow dragged her teeth over Regina's bottom lip when detaching from her. Snow was grabbing Regina's hand, tugging her into the bedroom, to no avail.

"Snow, no. You're married. I will do this if you break it off with your husband."

"Please," Snow begged breathlessly. "I don't care about Charming right now. I need this. Please, Regina. Please." Snow was desperately tugging on Regina's arm now, looking like she was close to panicking.

"You need to be sure of this," Regina said. "Absolutely sure."

"I've never been more sure in my life," Snow said. Regina gave in to her tugging and dove in fully. She captured Snow's lips in a heated kiss, winding her fingers through dark curls, while Snow opened the door from the balcony to the bedroom and stumbled in, bringing Regina with her.

Snow backed up until the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed. Regina picked her up and placed her onto the bed. She crawled on top mildly and sat over Snow's waist, who was wiggling for any kind of friction.

"I need to know you want this, that you're one-hundred percent sure that you want this."

"Yes, I want this, please Regina, please." Regina smiled wistfully and tousled the woman's hair before dipping down to nip at her neck, near her pulse point. Snow groaned and held Regina where she was.

Snow smelled like the flowers in the palace gardens, pine trees, and a little bit like an old book. She subtly sniffed her hair and moved downwards, dragging her nose over her collarbone, down to the top of her t-shirt. Snow clawed at Regina's back, twisting the bottom of her blouse between her fingers.

Regina lifted her head to lift the t-shirt over Snow's head, then unbuttoned her own blouse.

"You're so beautiful," Snow said, biting her lip. Regina snaked down her body and hovered her lips over Snow's stomach.

"So are you," Regina murmured against her skin, before nibbling her way up to Snow's heaving chest. "Last chance to end this."

"The only way this is ending is when I'm sweating and-"

"I get it," Regina chuckled. "As you wish, my dear." Regina reached behind Snow's back to unclasp her navy blue bra and kissed each inch of skin that was revealed from behind the cloth. Snow threw her head back and gasped. Regina grinned against her skin before completely removing the bra and throwing it to the ground.

She kneaded both Snow's breasts while bending down to kiss her. Snow bit down on Regina's bottom lip and poked her tongue into Regina's mouth. They danced in this endless tango until Snow couldn't take it anymore and rubbed her thigh over Regina's hip. Regina pulled back and made her way down to Snow's heaving breasts, palming one, and suckling the other.

"Please, Regina" she moaned, and Regina could feel the vibration reverberate off her lips. Snow sat up and leaned against the headboard as she undid Regina's own bra, while running her nose down Regina's clavicle, pressing tiny kisses on her along the way. Regina grinned and retreated down Snow's body, muttering against her how beautiful she was.

Regina hooked her thumbs on the waistband of Snow's panties, pulling them down, and kissing her left hipbone. She looked Snow in the eyes as she dipped down to the apex of her thighs and planted a kiss to her inner thighs.

"Tease," Snow murmured.

"What's that dear?" Regina smirked to herself before moving forward and slipping her tongue out to lick along Snow's slit.

The woman above her was writhing and panting, slinking her nimble fingers through Regina's hair, tugging and pressing her forward. Regina chuckled and felt Snow moan and wriggle once more. She began licking from entrance to clit and back again, nearly dipping her tongue inside, but pulling out and dragging herself up to her clit. She heard Snow groan her name and beg her with everything she had.

"You're gonna kill me," Snow breathed.

"I take pride in that," Regina said against her, before dipping a finger inside her and swirling the tip of her tongue over her pulsing nub. She felt Snow grow tighter like a coiled spring, and knew she was nearly there. She added another finger at the same time she started sucking her clit.

Snow nearly screamed as every nerve in her body exploded, all the way up to her brain as her legs flew up and held Regina's back in place. Her mouth was opened in a silent shout, which quickly turned into a regular shout and a lengthy moan as she settled down and brought her feet back to the bed. Regina smirked to herself once more before settling beside Snow, still gasping and gaping at Regina with wide eyes.

"Oh my God," she breathed. Regina took pride in making her scream, but she couldn't help but worry, for both of them. What if Snow chooses Charming? What if he found out before she made her decision? So many things could go wrong, and they didn't fail to make Regina see that this could've been a mistake. It wasn't though. She loved everything about it.

"You are so gorgeous," Regina murmured. Snow laughed and put a hand against her forehead.

"My hair is no doubt a mess, I'm extremely sweaty, and I'm head over heels for you."

"Well, if it helps, my hair is no messier than yours, I have you smeared across my face, and I'm dripping wet," Regina whispered the last part.

"Let me take care of that," Snow murmured.

"So…how'd it go?" Henry asked. Regina rolled her eyes and laughed, but gave him the bare minimum of details. He hopped around excitedly.

"So she might choose you!" Henry skipped around his mother, then proceeded to make his rounds through the kitchen and dining room before coming back.

"I thought you loved your Grandma and Grandpa. Why do you want them to split up?"

"That doesn't mean they'll stop being my Grandma and Grandpa, it just means they don't love each other."

"Haven't you been rooting for their true love since the storybook?"

"Yes, but you deserve a happy ending. I don't think you're the Evil Queen anymore, so if you aren't a villain anymore, that means you can get a happy ending. Snow White is your happy ending." She chuckled. Happy ending. With Snow White. Never thought that would happen.

"What makes you think I'm not the Evil Queen anymore?"

"You're with Snow White. You don't want to kill anybody anymore. You're not doing evil, so you must be good!" She smiled kindly and ruffled his hair.

"How about some lunch?" Henry followed his mother to the kitchen, where he helped her make grilled cheese sandwiches. She normally wouldn't cook something so unhealthy, but she was too distracted to do anything other than fry two pieces of bread and cheese.

She watched him eat from the entryway of the dining room. She couldn't stop the thought that ate at her brain like bleach.

Who is she choosing? I couldn't have gained an upper-hand from this morning's strenuous activity alone.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she said to Henry. He smiled up at her and nodded. Since last night, he's been completely open and hasn't avoided talking to Regina, which was a change from how things were before.

Even the scalding hot water couldn't stray her thoughts away from the nagging feeling that she was going to be cursed with another broken heart. And God knows what happened the first time, She sure as helldoesn't want to imagine what would happen if it broke a second time.

She tied her bathrobe in a knot and went into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, was Henry, flipping through the storybook frantically. He looked up guiltily.

"Tell me about my grandfather. Please?" Regina snickered and sat down beside him. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was still thinking of everything that happened the night before.

"He was kind, very kind. He always said the right things when you were sad, and he stuck by you. Even when you did bad things, he loved you, no matter who you were or what you did." Henry was sitting patiently beside Regina, closing his eyes to imagine him."Here, how about we go visit him."

"Really?"

"Of course. He's your…adoptive grandfather, but no less your grandfather." Henry nodded as she nudged him out of the room to change.

Regina pulled up her car to the entryway of the cemetery and got out. Henry followed, with a single white rose in his fingers. He touched the petals and spun the flower around by the stem anxiously.

Regina pushed open the doors to the crypt and stood at the head of the tombstone. Henry didn't say anything, and neither did Regina. Henry touched the top of the stone wistfully and placed the single rose on the stone, over the metal plaque.

Regina pressed two fingers to her lips, then brought her fingers down to the name written on the plaque. Henry left the crypt and made his way back to the car.

"I love you, daddy," Regina whispered, before leaving the crypt and shutting the door.

Henry barely spoke on th drive back, but this time, Regina was thankful. It's been a hot minute since she thought of her father, and the near-mistake she made. Truthfully, she didn't regret this curse, because she got Henry, and she's getting better at finding the woman beneath the Evil Queen. The woman who is helplessly deep in love with the girl she's vowed to hate. It still struck Regina as unexpected, but Henry knew her better than she knew herself. His grandfather would be so proud of him. She smiled to herself and pulled up to her house.

Regina was hoping Snow would be on the steps, waiting with her decision, but she was nowhere to be seen. Henry could nearly read her disappointment and patted her shoulder, before climbing out of the car. Regina sighed and got out to follow her son to the door.

Regina didn't expect her to choose just yet, but it was hard not to keep your hopes up with someone so reckless and spontaneous like Snow. The sun was just dipping towards the horizon, but it was still a little early for dinner.

Henry ran up the stairs to his room, and Regina took the opportunity to dig around for the strongest drink she could find. She pulled out her bottle of brandy and a tumbler.

She collapsed onto the couch, holding the glass close to her chest. I was right when I said Snow White was going to be the death of me. I was just wrong with how she would kill me, Regina thought. She chuckled and downed the contents of her glass.

Regina rolled her head back until she was staring at the roof. She slowly closed her eyes and images danced across the backs of her eyelids as she drifted off to sleep. It wasn't a surprise she saw Leopold on top of her, sweating and red-faced, eyes gleaming with the determination of a predator, and a grin as he released himself inside her.

She slammed her eyes shut and dug her nails into her palm. It was silly to think he was done after one round, but she really hoped he would climb off her and leave without a second thought. She was trapped under him, her wrists were held down beside her head by his sweaty palms, and he was gasping for air. Maybe that horrible man could do without a little bit of air. He can see how it feels. He quickly recovered though, never letting her go and never letting up.

She felt her left wrist go free, before a hand swept across her face forcefully. Her head snapped to the side and tears trickled behind her eyes.

"On your knees," he growled, pulling her upright and down onto her hands and knees. In this single moment, she wished for death. She deserved death, at least. She didn't deserve this horrible fate, no matter how much anyone told her she did.

"Mom," Henry called to her. He sprinted to the armchair she was in and shook her awake. "Mom wake up, you're dreaming again!"

Regina flinched and sat up, forcing her lungs to slow down. She coughed and choked as she raised her head to face her son. He was near tears and sitting on her lap, silently begging with no noise coming from his lips.

"Henry," she breathed. "I'm sorry. I fell asleep, I can make supper now."

"No, you're not. I already called Snow and she's on her way. I want you to tell me about it. Maybe it'll help with your dream."

"No Henry, this isn't something that I can discuss with you. You need to leave me, go play in your room. Please, Henry. Please." Henry was openly crying now, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck. She felt his tears against her skin, and they felt like red-hot shame being engraved in her skin. She's hurt her son by keeping her monsters from him.

She grabbed his back and held him close as her tears flowed freely, staining his blue sweater, but she didn't care. She has her son in her arms, begging for his life, because Regina is his life. They were both collapsing in on themselves like two dying stars, and Regina was breathing heavily into Henry's ear, balancing on the line that separated sanity from insanity. Rot in hell, Leopold. I said nobody deserved what I went through, but I was wrong. You deserve everything that happened to me and more.

Snow burst through the doors and heard Henry and Regina sobbing. She poked her head into the living room and was about to bolt up the stairs when she caught sight of Regina and Henry in her study.

"Oh God," she cried, running through the doors of the study and kneeling beside the chair.

"Henry, I need to talk to your mother for a moment. Can you leave us for a minute?" Snow asked calmly. Henry grumbled and whimpered when Regina unwound her hands from around him. Henry wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater and reluctantly left. When Snow heard the door to his room shut quietly, she ensnared Regina into a tight embrace.

"Henry didn't tell me what was going on, but he said you were sad and having a bad dream so I came as quick as I could. Oh God, don't tell me I did this-"

"-No, this doesn't have anything to do with you. It's…Leopold."

"Do you wanna tell me about it? Maybe it'll make you feel better." Regina snickered to herself and nodded against Snow. Regina scooted over so the other woman could sit as she recounted the dream in vague detail, sobbing and failing to breathe by the time she reached the end.

"You're safe here, okay? Nobody is going to hurt you, and I'll make sure of it," Snow assured. Regina half-laughed, half-sobbed, and didn't make any move to let go of Snow. "I thought for a long time, and I choose you," Snow whispered. Regina smiled to herself, but her joy was quickly washed away like water tearing down a sandcastle.

Henry quickly poked his head back inside and placed two mugs on the table.

"One hot chocolate with cinnamon, and one regular," Henry said. After setting them down, he climbed back onto Regina's lap and hugged her once more before leaving.

"Thank you Henry," Snow said. Henry nodded and left once more, shutting his door loudly enough to not raise suspicion and sat at the top of the stairs, hearing the two women mutter to each other.

"Oh, I need to make supper," Regina said, letting go of Snow.

"No, you don't. I will." Regina didn't object, but just collapsed against the couch again and hugged her arms around herself. What did I do to deserve this? Regina didn't want to answer that.

Snow dug around the kitchen for a moment looking for something to make, but came up empty. Instead, she picked up the phone and ordered pizza.

Regina heard the doorbell ring ten minutes later, and Snow muttered to someone else. She caught a glimpse of Snow holding something in her arms. She came back in quickly with a plate with two slices of cheese pizza.

"I know it's unhealthy, but it's the only thing I could think of. Plus, it's comfort food!" Regina chuckled and reached for the plate, keeping her knees tucked under her chin. Snow sat down with her, and not long after, Henry joined them with his own slice of pizza

"Grandma, why aren't you eating?"

"You're mother's more important than eating right now." As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly.

"Go eat, I'll be fine for two minutes." Regina smiled through the dried tears, and Snow only held on tighter.

"I'll be fine," Snow said, hugging Regina closer. Nearly an hour passed before Regina saw the clock.

"Henry, time to get ready for bed," Regina said. Henry got up and went up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Thank you for staying, but you should go home, it's late."

"No way. I'm staying with you tonight, and the night after, and the night after that. As long as you want me, I'll be here."

"I think I'll take you up on that offer," Regina mumbled. "I have another toothbrush in the top left drawer of the bathroom, if you want, you can use that."

"No need," Snow said. Regina tilted her head in confusion, so Snow got up and picked up the overnight bag she left at the door. "I was hoping you would've let me stay."

"I would've," Regina mumbled. Snow smiled at her before running up the stairs to her bathroom. When she heard Snow leave, she stumbled out of the seat and to the kitchen, where her coffee maker sat.

Regina turned it on and waited for the coffee to finish filtering. She tapped her fingers against her mug, but the coffee wasn't finished before Snow was calling out her name.

"Regina, what are you doing?" Snow rushed over to her in a pair of blue shorts and a black t-shirt.

"I'm not falling asleep again." Regina muttered.

"I'm sorry, but you can't avoid your demons forever." Regina sighed and turned around.

"You have to let me try."

"Please just try and sleep. If you have another nightmare, I'll be there." Regina thought and turned off the coffee maker.

"Thank you," Snow said. She kissed Regina's cheek before taking her hand and tentatively walking upstairs with her. Snow waited for her to brush her teeth and change. Regina popped out of the bathroom and tucked herself under the covers. Snow immediately draped a hand over Regina's waist and pressed herself close to her.

"Snow?" Regina's eyes were boring into Snow's. Regina's eyes weren't the Evil Queen's eyes. The Evil Queen's eyes were ice cold and scorching hot. Dismissive and angry. Her dark eyes scan everything with malice and hatred. Regina's eyes were warm and easy to get lost in, like melted chocolate. They were passionate and fiery; so fiery that if she watched you, you would immediately melt into a puddle. They're defensive and stoic, but past the brick wall, they were hurt and precious, and so, so beautiful.

"Yes Regina?" Regina's bottom lip twitched and she didn't like how open she was, but it felt good to relieve herself of it, just for a minute.

"Hold me?"

"Always."