As, promised, here's the 3rd chapter update for this weekend.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mother's out there! You are all appreciated 3

Warning: This chapter is basically all smut. You have been warned!

Chapter 18

"Holy shit!" Emma exclaimed as she stumbled backwards in surprise. She was in her bedroom with nothing on less a tank top and a pair of undies when a cloud of purple smoke appeared to reveal none other than Regina Mills herself. "Regina!" she yelped as she looked around her bedroom helplessly. She quickly positioned herself on the other end of her bed to put some space between her and the sudden intruder.

Under normal circumstances, Emma wasn't modest or shy about her physique, but the surprise had her adrenaline pumping. "Seriously?!" She exclaimed and waved her hands, "I'm not wearing pants." She reached down and grabbed the pair of sweatpants that she had been in the process of putting on and hurriedly tried to push her legs through only to get tangled and falling with a thump onto the bed.

Regina smirked, unable to help herself. "Really, Miss Swan, you are concerned about that now? If I recall correctly, there was a time you answered the door in nothing but a tank top and underwear." Her eyes followed Emma's flustered form down to the juncture where her legs were still stuck in the sweatpants, raking over the bare flesh that was exposed.

"Yea, well," Emma grumbled as she pulled herself up and yanked her pants on, oblivious to Regina's disappointed features as her legs got covered. "I knew what I was getting into then. You surprised me, that's all." She turned to look at Regina. "So why have you barged into my bedroom all of a sudden? Did you find the popcorn I snuck into the corners of your couch?" She continued with an innocent grin, her confidence back now that the initial surprise was over.

Regina shook her head in disbelief. "Of course that's something you would do," she replied with a corresponding eye roll. "Actually, I was here regarding something that didn't happen until after you invariably decided to shove popcorn into my couch." She said dryly with a pointed look.

"Can we move this to the kitchen?" Emma responded instead. "I just," she gestured to the room that had clutter everywhere and half packed boxes. They were getting ready to move to the new apartment in a couple days. "Wasn't really expecting to host anyone in my bedroom." She walked over to the bedroom door and waved in the general direction of the kitchen.

"If you insist." Regina responded. She strode confidently over to where Emma was and as she passed, lowered her voice and all but purred, "though I do hope that we will revisit this particular room later tonight."

Emma's mouth instantly dried up as she ran her now shaky hand through her hair, tousling it. "I… uhhh… well…" she started, only to realize that Regina had already disappeared down to where the kitchen was. Stumbling forward, she propelled herself into the kitchen gracelessly as her mind tried to catch up with what Regina had just said.

"I'm sorry," Emma said. "What…" she gestured hopelessly back in the vague direction of her bedroom, "What did you say?" she asked. Not quite believing what she'd heard.

"You heard me," Regina smirked. "So, are you going to offer me something to drink? Or do you always treat visitors like this." She brushed an invisible piece of lint off of her blouse, "And your boss and a queen at that."

Emma shuddered at the word and her mind could not help the barrage of images of the two of them, Queen and Savior, having sex on the kitchen counter, and then again in the bedroom as Regina had so implied.

Shaking herself out of it, she straightened and pulled herself together. If she thought about it, this was just what she'd wanted anyways. She just didn't quite expect it so soon and quite so direct. Emma grinned ruefully to herself, she did make quite the move on Regina before she left her house. She suspected that Regina had read the letters she had written her and is finally here and they could talk about the next steps.

"Tea or coffee?" She asked as she opened a cabinet. "I was just…"

"Neither," Regina responded, cutting her off.

"I thought you just said…" Emma trailed off confused and turned to where Regina was standing only to find her a lot closer than she was a few seconds ago.

"Do you know," Regina said lowly, "how incredibly rude it is, to say the things you did and then just leave?"

"I was just…"

"And," Regina pressed on as she stalked even closer, eyes glinting, "to have no follow through to say the least!"

Emma opened her mouth but then fell silent as Regina shot her a warning look. "I did some thinking though about what you said," Emma put her hands slightly behind her to rest on the edge of the counter as Regina stepped even closer, trapping her as she had trapped Regina just earlier that night. "You said you wanted a Queen to take what she wanted, right?"

"Right?" She asked again when Emma didn't respond.

Emma nodded her head vigorously and a soft "right," was heard exhaled out as a breath.

"So, Emma," Regina purred, "how far are you willing to let this Queen go?"

Emma couldn't believe this was happening. She had wanted the confrontation to give Regina some courage. That paired with the letters, she was sure that Regina would come talk to her and Emma could then tell her that she'd picked between the three people vying for her attention. She was going to tell Regina that she'd picked her. Never, did she think that Regina would respond in this particular way.

Emma grinned at this development. She would much rather prefer this anyways. "As far as you want," she responded boldly and placed her hands on Regina's waist and pulled her flush against herself, reveling in the heat radiating off of the Mayor.

She noticed the relief and twinkle that softened Regina's features before it turned into desire. Her eyes burned with a fire that made Emma shiver just to see. "Good," Regina responded. "Just so you know," she continued as she threaded her hands into Emma's locks. "I want all of you," she finished as she pulled Emma towards her and their lips collided, hot and heavy.

Emma let out an involuntary sigh and moved her lips against Regina's. Soft, inviting, and of course, with a bit of a push and pull and battle of the lips to see who would be in control. Regina moved over her almost frantically, as if trying to memorize every inch of Emma's mouth. Her lips curled into a smile at this. Emma couldn't imagine how many times Regina must've imagined doing this to her. Those letters had been going on for months.

She drifted her hands up from Regina's waist, stroking her side up and down as they continued to kiss. Her hands tugged at the blouse with her movements, causing the material to wrinkle and come untucked. With a sudden groan and a feeling of weightlessness, she felt Regina suddenly wrap her hands around her thighs and lift her onto the counter. Emma's hands gripped the counter edge.

"Oh my god, Regina," she said as she broke apart for air. Regina gave her an almost evil glint. "It's not Regina right now, darling," she responded huskily. Emma quirked her brows in question for a brief moment before she picked up on the implication.

"Your Majesty," she corrected. She was helpless to fight the wave of heat that went to her core as she saw Regina's face darken with desire with just those two words. Deciding to play off of that, Emma continued, voice lowered, "I'm yours for anything you want, My Queen."

Regina groaned and her lips latched on to the side of Emma's neck, placing kisses as well as random bites up the length of her neck. She tilted her head to provide Regina with all the access she wanted. Regina moved up to her ear and gently tugged on it with her teeth.

"You don't," Regina said between kisses, "know how," her hands flitted at the edge of Emma's tank top, "long I've wanted to do this," she finally finished as her hands dipped just under and brushed Emma's bare skin. Emma shivered in pleasure and felt an insistent pull in her lower abdomen. At this rate, she didn't think she was going to last very long. Regina's hands on her hot, flushed skin was a relief and she found herself aching for more bare skin contact.

"Hey," Emma breathed out, putting a hand to stop Regina. Regina immediately pulled back as if afraid she had crossed the line. Uncertainty filled her features and Emma could see her struggling to put her walls up. "No no no you don't," Emma quickly interjected, reaching out and taking Regina's chin in her hand. "All I wanted to tell you was that you don't have to worry about going slow right now. We can go slow another time," she watched Regina's expression carefully and was relieved to see the uncertainty fade away and her confidence returning. "Trust me," she said, "I'm ready for this."

With a curt nod, Regina came back in for another kiss as her hands returned to her place just underneath Emma's tank top. Emma squirmed, wishing she hadn't put her sweatpants back on. As if reading her mind, Regina's hands dipped between the elastic of her sweatpants and she shot Emma a questioning look. Wordlessly, Emma shifted her weight to lift her hips in a silent invitation. With a grin, Regina quickly removed the sweatpants and threw them carelessly on the kitchen floor. Emma shivered as her bare legs touched the cold kitchen counter.

"Much better," Regina purred as her hands came to rest on Emma's bare thigh. She stroked the expanse of her smooth leg.

"Please," Emma whispered as she lifted her hips, wanting some sort of contact, "please."

Regina didn't think anything could be better than the sight she was witnessing in front of her now. The Savior, begging her for something only she had the power to give. "Please, what, Emma?" she asked with a smirk as she trailed her hands lazily up and down Emma's thigh. Up… and down… each time, closer and closer to her center.

"Fuck me," Emma ground out in frustration. "Your Majesty… please… fuck me," she implored.

"All you had to do was say it," Regina responded as she placed a finger firmly down onto the growing wet patch she could see soaking through Emma's panties. Emma groaned at the contact and her hips involuntarily jerked.

"Yesss," she hissed out, causing Regina to grin triumphantly. Regina could feel her own wetness as she shifted in her place but pushed it to the back of her mind. Right now, she just wanted Emma and wanted to give Emma whatever she desired. Regina could feel the heat radiating off Emma's center and her desire to touch her there without any barriers became overwhelming.

Regina pulled the underwear off to the side and cold air met Emma's hot center causing her to shiver a little and open her eyes, hooded with desire, to look down at Regina. Regina had a hungry look about her that made Emma let out a small whimper. "Don't tease," she said. "Not now."

"Don't worry, dear. I'm taking what I want," Regina responded as she touched Emma there for the first time and slid a finger up the length of her slit, gathering up wetness as she went. "And what I want right now?" She asked rhetorically as she grabbed the underwear with the other hand. Emma's hips lifted up again immediately. "Right now, I want you… to be screaming my name," Regina finished as she ripped off the underwear in one swift movement and buried a finger up to the knuckle at the same instance with her other hand. Emma's warm, soft, silky sex cradled her finger as if it were something precious.

"Oh… FUCK" Emma exclaimed as she felt the welcomed intrusion come suddenly. "Yes, oh my god, Regina… My Queen… Your Majesty," she rambled on as her hips rocked, trying to take more of her finger in. Regina groaned at the feeling of Emma, wrapped around her. This was more pleasurable than anything her mind had come up with.

"That's right Emma," Regina breathed heavily. She pulled her finger out slowly… and slammed it back in. Emma moaned loudly. "Scream my name, Emma." She pulled her finger out again and positioned a second in front of her entrance. Emma's hips lifted instinctively, seeking the fullness it had just lost.

Slowly Regina sunk two fingers just an inch in before pulling back out. "Oh god," Emma whispered as she grasped at Regina's hair to pull her face in for a searing kiss. "Please," she breathed between kisses. Regina smiled and sunk them deeper… and deeper… until they couldn't go any further. She felt Emma shift her hips in a rocking motion and decided to put her out of her misery. Regina couldn't take much more of it anymore anyways.

She began to move her fingers at a steady pace, eliciting moans of pleasure from Emma. Emma had forgotten about kissing Regina then and had her face lifted up to the ceiling. Her hands gripped the kitchen counter as she continued to move her hips in unison with Regina's motion. Seeing the opportunity, Regina leaned in to capture her neck between her lips. She scraped her teeth down Emma's neck as she increased her pace. In. Out. In. Out.

Emma began squirming beneath her, hips began moving in unrythmic, wild, and uncontrolled movements. "That's it, Emma," Regina panted. "Scream my name," she reminded her as she went even faster. "Who's doing this to you?" Regina demanded from Emma.

"Oh God," Emma responded.

"Not God…" Regina responded with a couple hard thrusts. "Who?"

"Reginnnna," Emma moaned, "Regina, Regina, My Queen…. Regina," she chanted as she felt herself tighten into a tighter and tighter ball. Regina could feel Emma tighten around her and knew that she was close.

"Come on, Emma," she coaxed. "Scream my name!" With the last final thrusts of her fingers, Reginal heard Emma yell her name as she clenched tight and tumbled over the edge.

Emma slumped back to lean on the kitchen cabinets as she came down from her high, breathing heavily and looking content. She glanced down at Regina who still had her fingers buried deep inside her but had ceased moving it as to not set off Emma's too sensitive nerves. Regina was looking at the juncture where her fingers disappeared into her depths with a pensive look on her face.

"Hey, Regina?" Emma said softly causing her took look up with a watery smile on her face. "Are you…" Emma squinted as if she wasn't seeing clearly. "Are you crying?"

A half choked laugh came out of Regina. "Happy tears," she responded as she slowly pulled her fingers out of Emma. "I still can't believe that just happened."

Emma glanced at her discarded and forgotten clothes on the floor, clad in just her tank top and noticed that Regina was still fully clothes though they were rather ruffled. "Well," Emma said, "You better believe it." She gently pushed Regina so that she stepped a few steps back, allowing Emma to get off the kitchen counter.

"Because, if I recall… you did say earlier that you wanted to revisit my bedroom." She walked past Regina, putting a little sway in her hips. "And in my opinion," she raked her eyes over Regina's form, "you are wearing way too much."

With a smirk, Emma motioned with her finger and started walking to the bedroom.

What are your thoughts? If I did a good job… cold showers should have been needed

It's safe to say that from now on, this story will contain more where this came from… The story IS rated M after all.