A/N: Thank you to all my lovely readers for all of your support. I can't ever say that enough! You guys are amazing. Tomorrow, I promise you, I shall deliver two updates. I've been taking some much needed breaks every once in a while to ease my mind, and I believe me, that I have more stories in store for you all. ;) And of course, everything else I've written that still isn't complete- will be. Happy reading all! This is one of my favorite chapters.

Zelena Greene is a good looking woman. She was tall, her hair red and beautiful, long and soft, her eyes were as blue as the morning sky. Her smile bright. She's dressed in a beautiful evening dress that shows off her cleavage very well and complemented every natural curve of her body. No doubt, on purpose to try and gather Emma's attention.

"Emma." She beams, showing her perfect white teeth, and holds out a manicured hand to shake Emma's hand, leaving Regina for last. "Gina," she nods.

"Zelena," Emma says politely.

Regina just smiles her best fake smile.

"You both look so well after your honeymoon," she says smoothly, her blue eyes gazing at Emma through long masquerade lashes.

Emma puts her arm around her wife, holding her close. "We had a wonderful time, thank you." She brushes her lips against the brunette's temple, taking Regina by surprise.

See… she's mine. Regina grins. She slips her hand around the blonde's waist, then into her rear pocket of her pants and squeezes her behind. Because Emma Swan might be annoying and infuriating at times, but she was hers- and right now she really loved her.

Zelena just gives them a thin smile.

"Have you managed to look over the plans?"

"We have," Regina murmurs, gazing up at Emma, who grins down at her wife, one eyebrow raised in wry amusement.

"Please," Emma says. "The plans are here." She gestures toward the dining table. Taking her wife's hand, she leads her to it, Zelena following close by.

"Would you like something to drink?" Regina asks, finally remembering her manners. "A glass of wine?"

"That would be lovely," Zelena says. "Dry white if you have it."

Reluctantly leaving her wife's side, Regina moves toward the kitchen. She hears the music being turned off by Emma. "Would you like some more wine, Emma?" She calls out.

"Please, baby," she coons, grinning her way.

Reaching up to open the cupboard, Regina's aware that Emma's eyes are focused on her, and she is gripped by the uncanny feeling that Emma and her are putting on a show, playing a game together- but this time they're on the same side pitted against Ms. Greene.

Of course Emma knew of Zelena's attraction for her. The woman was once attracted to her sister Ruby as well, and she was certain they probably slept together, once or twice in the past, but nothing more came out of it. Just like nothing would come out of her and Zelena except a professional relationship. And she wanted Regina to be sure of that.

Reaching for three glasses, Regina grabs the opened bottle of wine they were helping themselves to earlier and places everything on the breakfast bar. Zelena is leaning over the table while Emma stands beside her and points at something on the plans.

"I think Gina has some opinions on the glass wall, but generally we're both pleased with the ideas you've come up with."

"Oh, I'm glad," Zelena gushes, obviously relieved, and as she says it, she briefly touches Emma's arm in a small, flirty gesture. Emma stiffens immediately but subtly. She doesn't even seem to take notice of the blonde's reaction.

Regina's jaw tightens. Get your grubby fucking paws off of my wife. She doesn't like to be touched.

Stepping casually aside so she's out of Zelena's reach, Emma turns to her wife. "Thirsty here," she says.

"Coming right up, darling." Regina smiles, because Emma is playing along with this game. Clearly, Zelena makes her uncomfortable. How could she not see this before? That's why she doesn't like this woman. Emma is used to how women and even some men react around her. Regina has seen it time and time again, often enough, and usually her wife thinks nothing of it. But touching is something else. Well, Mrs. Regina Swan to the rescue.

She hastily pours the wine, gathering all three glasses in her hands, and hurries back to her woman in distress. Offering a glass to Zelena, Regina deliberately positions herself between her and Emma. The redhead smiles courteously as she accepts the offered glass. Regina offers the second glass to her wife in distress, who accepts it eagerly, her expression one of amused gratitude.

"Cheers," Emma says to both women, but her eyes remain on her wife.

Zelena and Regina raise their glasses and answer in unison. Regina takes a welcome sip of her wine.

"Gina, you have some issues with the glass wall?" Zelena asks.

"Yes. I love it- don't get me wrong. But I was hoping that we could incorporate it more organically into the house. After all, I fell in love with the house as it was, and I don't want to make any radical changes."

"I see."

"I just want the design to be sympathetic, you know… more in keeping with the original house." She glances up at Emma, who is gazing back at her thoughtfully.

"No major renovations?" Emma murmurs.

"No." Regina shakes her head to emphasize her point.

"You like it as it is?"

"Mostly, yes. I always knew it just needed some TLC."

Emma's eyes glow warmly.

Zelena glances at the married couple, her cheeks slightly pink. "Okay," she says. "I think I get where you're coming from, Gina. How about if we retain the glass wall, but have it open out onto a larger deck that's in keeping with the Mediterranean style. We have the stone terrace there already. We can put in pillars in matching stone, widely spaced so you'll still have the view. Add a glass roof, or tile it as per the rest of the house. It'll also make a sheltered alfresco dining and seating area."

The woman was good at what she did… Regina had to give her that.

"Or instead of the deck, we could incorporate a wood color of your choice into the glass doors- that might help to keep the Mediterranean spirit," she continues.

"Like the bright blue shutters in the South of France," Regina murmurs to Emma, who is watching her intently. Emma takes a sip of wine, smiling.

Zelena is looking at Emma, waiting for her to make the decision. Regina watches as the woman's pupils dilate and her glossed lips part. Her tongue darks quickly over her top lip before she takes a sip of her wine. Once she turns to Emma, she's still looking at her- not at Zelena at all.

"Gina, what do you want to do?" Emma murmurs, very clearly deferring to her.

"I like the deck idea."

"Me, too."

Regina's eyes fall on Zelena who is dumbfoundedly glancing at Emma. She clears her throat to gather the redhead's attention. "I think I'd like to see revised drawings showing the bigger deck and pillars that are in keeping with the house."

Reluctantly, Zelena drags her eyes away from the blonde and smiles down at Regina. "Sure," she acquiesces pleasantly. "And other issues?"

You mean, other than you eye-fucking my wife? "Emma wants to remodel the master suite," she mutters.

There's a small clearing of a throat from the entrance to the great room. All three turn in unison to find Gold standing there.

"Gold?" Emma asks.

"I need to confer with you on an urgent matter, Mrs. Swan."

Emma nods, clasping her wife's shoulders from behind and addressing Zelena. "My wife is in complete charge of this project. She has absolute carte blanche. Whatever she wants, it's hers. I completely trust her instincts. What she says goes." Her voice alerts subtly. In it, Regina can hear pride in her voice as well as a warning. A warning to Zelena, surely?

Regina smiles sweetly at her, grateful that in some way or form, she has made it clear to Miss-Look-At-My-Rack-I-Will-Steal-Your-Wife-From-You who is in charge. She reaches up to caress Emma's hand that lays on her shoulder.

"If you'll excuse me." Emma squeezes her wife's shoulder before following Gold.

"So… the master suite?" Zelena asks nervously.

Regina gazes up at her, pausing for a moment to ensure that Emma and Gold are out of earshot. Then, calling on all her inner strength and the fact that she's been seriously piqued for the last five hours. She let's this woman have it.

"Zelena," She smiles, her best smile in fact. "You're right to be nervous, because right now your work on this project hangs in the balance. But I'm sure we'll be fine as long as you keep your hands off my wife. And do stop speaking to her as if I weren't here."

Zelena gasps.

"Otherwise, you're fired. Understand?" Regina smiles, a wicked smile this time.

"Gina," She chuckles. "I have designed many prestige projects, and I can assure you-"

"You may call me, Mrs. Swan." Regina's expression is impassive. Thank you, Emma. She has surely learned her expressions from the best teacher there is that is her wife. It surely keeps this woman right on her toes, given her shocked-shell expression. "And this is not a prestige project, this is going to be our home. So… if you want this job. I suggest that you stop making eyes at my wife and keep your hands to yourself."

Well, she's said it. And she regrets nothing. The woman had it coming! Regina doesn't give a shit if she is a good friend of Ruby's. Emma was hers, and either she and every woman and man understood that, or there would be hell to deal with from now on.

Zelena blinks, clearly dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, Gina- Mrs. Swan-" she flushes, unsure of what else to say.

"Let me be clear." Regina elegantly cleared her throat, leaning her body off to the side, her let hand- purposefully- placed right on top of the plans so that her wedding ring flashed in front of the woman's face. "My wife is not interested in you."

"Of course," she murmurs. The blood draining from her face.

"As I said, I just wanted to be clear."

"Mrs. Swan, I sincerely apologize if you think… I have-" She stops, still floundering for something to say. "It won't happen again."

"Good. As long as we understand each other, we'll be fine." She stands upright. "Now, I'll let you know what we have in mind for the master suite, then I'd like a run down on all the materials you intend to use. As you know, Emma and I are determined that this house should be ecologically sustainable, and I'd like to reassure her as to where all the materials are coming from and what they are."

"Of c-course," she stutters, wide-eyed and frankly a little intimidated.

Good. Regina is actually glad she can be rather intimidating. Another thank you she owed to her wife.

The redhead clears her throat, blinking rapidly. "So… the master suite?" she prompts anxiously, her voice a breathless whisper. Now that that's out of the way, Regina can finally smile with a truthful glow at this woman. She has never felt more relaxed since being on her honeymoon with Emma.

"All done?" Emma asks, joining them just as they are finishing up discussing the rest of the plans. She places an arm around her wife's waist and turns to Zelena.

"Yes, Mrs. Swan," Zelena smiles brightly, through her smile looks brittle. "I'll have the revised plans to you in a couple of days."

"Excellent. You're happy?" Emma asks Regina directly, her eyes warm and probing. Regina nods, her smile from ear to ear.

"Well, I'd better get going," says Zelena, again too brightly. She offers her hand to Regina first this time, "Mrs. Swan."

"Until next time, Zelena," Regina murmurs.

"Yes." She nods at Emma. "Mrs. Swan."

Gold appears at the entrance to the great room.

"Gold will see you out." Regina's voice is loud enough for him to hear. Zelena turns on her heels and scurries out of the great room, following closely to Gold.

"She was noticeably cooler," Emma says, looking quizzically at her wife.

"Was she? I didn't notice." Regina shrugs, trying to remain neutral. But she smiles once she feels Emma's arm wrap around her waist once again.

"I'm paying for extra security and you're scarier than any of them." The blonde teases.

This makes Regina grin from ear to ear.

"Everything alright with Gold?" She asks, wanting to change the subject.

"Nothing to worry about. It was just a quick check up on Locksley."

"What about him?"

"He just hasn't been home for weeks, that's all." Emma says, rolling up the plans on the table. "So what did you decide on?" She asks.

"Only what you and I discussed. I think she likes you," she says quietly.

Emma snorts. "Gina, the woman is a sexual predator. Not my type at all. How can you be jealous of her? Of anyone? Nothing about her interests me."

Once Regina glances up, she sees Emma's eyes focused on hers.

"It's only you, Gina," she whispers. "It will only ever be you." Abandoning the plans once more, Emma walks toward her wife, clasping her chin between her thumb and index finger. "How can you think otherwise? Have I ever given you any indication that I could be remotely interested in anyone else?" Her eyes blaze as she stares into brown ones.

"No," she whispers. "I'm just being silly. It's just today… you…" All her conflicting emotions from earlier resurface. How can she tell her nicely that her actions confused her all the more this afternoon? One moment she wants her to stay at home and the next she is buying her a company. How can she possibly keep up?

"What about me?"

"Emma-" She sighs- "I'm just trying to adapt to this new life that I had never imagined for myself. Everything is being handed to me on a plate- the job, you, my beautiful wife, who I never… I never knew I'd love this way, this hard, this fast, this… indelibly." She takes a deep, slow breath. "But you're like a freight train, and I don't want to get railroaded because the woman you fell in love with will be crushed. And what will be left? All that would be left is a vacuous social x-ray, flitting from charity function to charity function." She pauses once more, struggling to find the words to convey how she feels. "And now you want me to be a company CEO, which has never even been on my radar. I'm bouncing between all these ideas, struggling. You want me at home. You want me to run a company. It's so confusing," she stops and for reasons she can't understand, she starts to sob.

It clearly takes Emma off guard.

"You have to allow me to make my own decisions, take my own risks, and make my own mistakes, and let me learn from them. I need to walk before I can run, Emma, don't you see? I want some independence. That's what my name means to me." There, that's what she wanted to say this afternoon.

"You feel railroaded?" Emma whispers.

The brunette nods.

Green eyes close, agitated. "I just want to give you the world, Gina, everything and anything you want. And save you from it, too. Keep you safe. But I also want everyone to know that you're mine. I panicked today when I got your email. Why didn't you tell me about your name?"

She has a point.

"I only thought about it while we were on our honeymoon, and well, I didn't want to burst that bubble, and soon I forgot all about it. I only remembered yesterday evening. And then the whole thing with Robin… you know, it was distracting. I'm sorry, I should have told you or discussed it with you, but I could never seem to find the right time."

Emma says nothing, her gaze unnerving.

"Why did you panic?" Regina asks.

"I just don't want you to slip through my fingers."

"For heaven's sake, Emma, I'm not going anywhere. When are you going to get that through your incredibly thick skull? I. Love. You. More than… 'eyesight, space, or liberty."

Green eyes widen. "A daughter's love?" She gives her wife an ironic smile.

"No," Regina can't help but laugh. "It's the only quote that came to mind."

"Mad King Lear?"

"Dear, dear mad King Lear." The brunette caresses her face, and feels Emma lean into her touch. "Would you really change your name to Emma Mills so everyone would know that you belong to me?"

Emma looks at her wife as if she's said the world is flat. "Belong to you?" She murmurs, testing her words.

"Mine." Regina nods.

"Yours," she says in a whisper. "Yes, I would. In a heartbeat." She smiled. "I actually love the sound of Emma Mills."

Oh… well this was unexpected.

"Does it mean that much to you?"

"Yes." Emma nods.

"Okay. I will change my name."

"I thought you'd already agreed to this."

"Yes, I have, but now that we've discussed it further, I'm happier with my decision."

Emma's sudden embrace and arms picking her up and spinning her around, very much like when she said yes to marrying her, makes Regina squeal with delight. Her tears forgotten.

"Mrs. Swan, do you know what this means to me?"

"I do now."

Emma leans down and kisses Regina, right on the lips, her fingers losing themselves in her jet black hair. "It means seven shades of Sunday, she murmurs against her lips.

"You think so?" Regina leans back to gaze at the blonde.

"Certain promises were made. An offer extended, a deal brokered," she whispers, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

Regina remains silent, still reeling, trying to follow Emma's mood.

"I have an idea, Emma says, a speculative look crosses her face.

Idea? What kinky fuckery was this?

"A really important matter to attend to," she continues, suddenly all serious once more.

"What?" Regina breathes.

"I need you to cut my hair. Apparently it's overlong, and my wife doesn't like it."

Come again? "I can't cut your hair!"

"Yes, you can." Emma grins. "Not short, but just a trim."

Regina thinks about it. She could do it, after all, she did cut her father's hair for years, and he always liked the results. Better her than Lumiere who worked for Mal. That would mean Emma would have to see her again if she went with him for a trim.

"Come." She grabs Emma's hand. She leads her into their bathroom, where she releases her and grabs a white wooden chair that stands in the corner. Placing it in front of the sink. She turns to look at Emma, who is standing, gawking at her, with her hands tucked inside her pockets. Her eyes are smocking hot. "Sit." She gestures to the empty chair, trying to maintain the upper hand.

"Are you going to wash my hair?"

Regina nods.

Emma's brow arches, and for a moment Regina thinks she will back down. "Okay." Slowly she begins to undo each button of her white shirt, starting with the one beneath her throat. One by one button is undone until her shirt hangs open and slips off of her shoulders and off of her body.

Regina resists the urge to bite down on her lip, because the sight of Emma shirtless was one fine sight to see.

"Ready?" Regina whispers.

"For whatever you want, Gina."

"You really want me to do this?" Asks Regina.

Emma nods and gives her wife a shy smile. Regina grins back at her and straddles her lap.

"Then hold still." She whispers, getting off of her lap to reach over for Emma's shampoo that she bought in France. She grabs a small towel warmer. "Lean forward," she orders, and Emma complies. Draping the towel around her shoulders, she then turns on the tap and fills the sink with a mix of warm water. "Lean back." Oh, how she loves being in charge for a change.

Emma sits back, her head resting on the edge of the sink, her eyes gazing up at Regina, who smiles down at her.

Taking one of the drinking glasses that they keep on the vanity, she dips it into the water and tips it over Emma's head, soaking her hair. She repeats this process, leaning over her.

"You smell so good, Mrs. Swan," Emma murmurs and closes her eyes.

Regina begins to wet her hair, running her fingers through it slowly, her eyes glancing down at Emma's features as she sits still. She looked so young sometimes, it amazed her. She suddenly feels Emma's arms hold her tight, her head leaning up so that she kisses her briefly. And when their eyes meet, they look expectant, very child-like. It tugs at the brunette's heart strings.

She squirts some shampoo into the palm of her hand, massages it into her wife's scalp, beginning at her temples and working over the top of her head and down the sides, circling her fingers rhythmically.

Emma closes her eyes and makes a low humming sound. "That feels good," she says after a moment and relaxes beneath her wife's firm touch.

"Yes, it does." Regina places a kiss on Emma's forehead.

"I like it when you scratch my scalp with your fingernails." Her eyes are still closed, but her expression is one of blissful contentment- no trace of her vulnerability remains.

"Head up," the brunette commands, and Emma obeys. Hmm- I could get used to this. Regina rubs the suds into the back of her hair, scraping her nails along her scalp. "Back."

Emma leans back, and Regina rinses off her wife's hair, using the glass. She leans in, her fingers expertly massaging at her scalp.

The blonde's eyes are closed, and as Regina glances down at her wife, she looked so young, so at peace, so relaxed. Who would have said they would both feel this relaxed after their fight earlier? And without sex. Even though, Regina would never say no to sex. Because at the end of the day, that was their way. Both insatiable.

There is a low humming sound that escapes Emma, appreciative for feeling her wife's breasts caress her face. Her hands move to her wife's hips and around to her behind.

"No fondling the help," Regina smiles, but leaves her hands where they are as she drains out the water that gathered inside the sink.

"Don't forget I'm deaf," says Emma, keeping her eyes closed, as she runs her hands down past her behind and starts to hitch up on the brunette's skirt. She grins as Regina swats her hand away playfully.

"Emma, stop it- you're distracting me," she giggles, feeling her hands ride up her skirt. "And you're wet." She finally glares down at her freshly rinsed wife.

Emma smirks. "You have no idea."

This makes Regina laugh. "Where are the scissors?"

"In my office."

"I'll get them." Regina places a chaste kiss right on the blonde's lips before heading toward her office. She walks into their bedroom, across the great room, and into the hallway, spotting Gold's office door opened all the way. She stops as she catches sight of Mrs. Lucas coming out of it. She's turned facing Gold with a kind smile as he caresses her cheek with the back of his hand, placing a kiss right after.

Wow! They're together? She wondered if Emma knew.

She continues on her way, right into Emma's office and begins searching each one of her drawers for any sign of those scissors. Opening the last drawer, she sees them, but is taken by surprise by… a gun… Emma has a gun?! Her brow furrows as she reaches for it, not being at all a stranger to guns. It's a revolver, surprisingly light. Since when did Emma get a gun and not tell her? Are things that bad that she needs a gun? She opens up the cylinder seeing it fully loaded with six rounds in its chambers. Her father's words coming to her mind from when he taught her how to use one of his weapons. 'Guns can kill you. But that doesn't mean you have to be afraid of them. If you are going to aim a weapon at someone, make sure it's because you are going to use it.'

Closing the cylinder back up, she places the weapon back where she found it, taking the scissors with her and shutting the drawer in place.

Emma is sitting in her place once Regina enters their bathroom again.

"Did you know that Gold and Eugenia are… together?" She asks quite shocked at the new found discovery.

Emma laughs. "Yes, of course I know."

"And you never told me?"

"I thought you knew, too."

"No. How would I?"

"Gina, they're adults. They live under the same roof."

Regina smiles. She combs through her wife's golden but wet hair, reaching for at least two inches of its ends in between her fingers. Her eyes meet green ones staring back at her through the mirror. "You ready?" She asks. "Last chance to back out."

"Do your worst, Mrs. Swan." Emma smirks a challenging smirk.

Regina leaves the ends free and cuts away, one layer after another.

"Speaking of Eugenia and Gold. I was thinking we could convert the rooms over the garages for them at the new place," Emma continues. "Make it a home. Then maybe Gold's daughter could stay with him more often." She watches the brunette carefully through the mirror.

"Why doesn't she stay here?"

"Gold's never asked me."

"Perhaps you should offer. But we'd have to behave ourselves."

Emma's brow furrows. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Perhaps that's why Gold hasn't asked. Have you met her?"

"Yes. She's very sweet, actually. Shy. Very pretty. I pay for her schooling."

Oh? Regina stops trimming and stares at her through the mirror. "I had no idea."

Emma shrugs. "Seemed the least I could do. Also, it means he won't quit."

Regina smiles. "I'm sure he likes working for you."

Emma stares at her blankly and shrugs. "I don't know."

"I think he's very fond of you, Emma." Regina resumes combing through her hair again before continuing her trimming. Her eyes are connected for a moment with her wife's.

"You think?"

"Yes, I do."

The fact that Emma can't believe that her staff might actually be fond of her warms her heart.

"Will you talk with Zelena about the rooms over the garage?" Asks Emma.

"Yes, of course." Now that she's said her piece to that woman and is sure she will leave her wife alone and will no longer make her uncomfortable. She has no problem speaking to her or at the mention of her name.

Fifteen minutes later, Regina is completely done with Emma's hair, and Emma could not be more pleased or surprised at just how good her hair looked.

She grins. "Great work, Mrs. Swan." She turns her head from side to side and snakes her arm around her wife. Pulling her toward her, she kisses and nuzzles at her belly. "Thank you," she says.

"My pleasure." Regina bends to kiss her briefly.

"It's late. We should get to bed." She playfully slaps at her behind.

"Not before I clean up here first. There's hair everywhere."

"Okay, I'll get the broom," she says with a smile.

"Do you know where the broom is?" Regina asks innocently.

This stops Emma in her tracks. "... No."

Regina laughs. "I'll go."

As Regina lies in bed and waits for Emma to join her. She reflects on today. She was so angry at her earlier and Emma was so angry at her. How is she going to deal with running a company? How would she do it? She was no Emma Swan. Even if she did share the woman's last name. She needs to figure out how to control their fights better. Maybe use a safe word? Perhaps the safe word should be: ass. The very thought makes her smirk to herself.

"Something amusing, Mrs. Swan?" Emma says as she climbs into bed beside her wife, wearing her red undies and a white tank top this time.

"Nothing. Just an idea."

"What idea?" She stretches out beside her.

Well, here it goes. "Emma, I don't think I want to run a company."

The blonde props herself up on one elbow and gazes down at Regina. "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's not something that has ever appealed to me."

"You're more than capable, Regina."

"I like to read books, Emma. Running a company will take me away from that."

"You could be the creative head."

Regina frowns.

"You see," Emma continues, "running a successful company is all about embracing the talent of the individuals you have at your disposal. If that's where your talents and your interests lie, then you structure the company to enable that. Don't dismiss it out of hand, Regina. You're a very capable woman. I think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it."

Wow! How could she even know I'd be any good at running a company?

"I'm also worried it will take up too much of my time." She pauses, deploying her secret weapon. "Time I could devote to you."

Emma frowns at this. Her gaze darkens. "I know what you're doing," she murmurs, amused.

Crap!

"What?" She feigns innocence.

"You're trying to distract me from the issue at hand. You always do that. Just doesn't dismiss the idea, Gina. I think about it. That's all I ask." She smiles, running her thumb down her wife's cheek.

And Regina remembers something she said earlier. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Earlier today you said if I was angry with you, I should take it out on you in bed. What did you mean?"

Emma stills. "What did you think I meant?"

Regina's heart starts pounding for unknown reasons. "That you… wanted me to tie you up."

Emma's brows shoot up in surprise. "Um… no. That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh." Shit!

"You want to tie me up?" Emma asks, obviously reading her expression correctly, that of disappointment. She sounds shocked.

"Well…" Regina's cheeks turn pink.

"Gina. I-" she stops, and something dark crosses her face.

"Emma," Regina whispers, alarmed. She reaches so that her hand caresses her face. She can tell the idea frightens Emma, as her eyes are large and fearful. "Emma, stop. It doesn't matter. I thought that's what you meant."

Emma takes her wife's hand and places it on her pounding heart.

Shit! It's beating so fast!

"Gina, I would let you, but… I don't know how I'd feel about you touching me if I were restrained."

It's like Emma's confessing something deep and dark to her. Right here, in the intimacy of their bedroom- their bed.

"This is still too new." The blonde's voice is low and raw.

This is when Regina realizes that Emma has come a long way since they've met and started dating, but she still has a long way to go. She leans in and kisses the corner of her wife's mouth in a reassuring manner. "Emma, I got the wrong idea. Please don't worry about it. Please don't think about it." She kisses her once more, deeper this time.

Emma groans and allows herself to let go, pinning her wife against the comfort of their mattress, her hands clasping against her sides. And soon, they are lost… lost in each other.