Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time or its characters.

Author notes: Finally, what you all have been waiting for. SMUT! Now I know not everyone likes smut, so there's an alert so you can skip the scene if you wish.

The next couple of weeks were very busy for both Regan and Emma. In addition to their daily jobs, they were invested in their 'side projects', which for obvious reasons, were completely unknown to anyone else.

Regan visited his vault every night, working on Jefferson's memory potion. It was not terribly difficult to make but it took a while to prepare. He also consulted several books about giving back the hearts.

The most straightforward way, was to shove the thing back in the owner's chest by force, but that presented a couple of issues. A) he couldn't just go around shoving enchanted hearts on random people in broad daylight and B) even if he could, it would take a while to find the owners of each individual heart.

Luckily, he was able to find a solution. A potion that worked like a type of locator spell, using the heart itself as point of reference. If done correctly, the heart would find its owner on its own and return to their chest with the person none the wiser.

That one was a bit more complicated and it required a full moon for optimal efficiency. He decided he would do it at midnight, during the next full moon, which fell on a Wednesday. Most people were asleep by that time, more so if they had work in the morning, so it added another layer of stealth and should anyone see something weird going on, they would just think it was a nightmare when they woke up the next morning.

For her part, Emma had subtly mentioned the John Doe at the hospital to Mary Margaret. She told her his tragic story and that he had been moved to a regular room, casually suggesting she read to him. Maybe the stimulus of hearing someone speak to him regularly might spark some kind of response. M&M was skeptical, but agreed, figuring she had nothing to lose by trying.

By the time the memory potion was finished and ready to be used, they had already discussed what story they would give Jefferson so he could request visitation rights. It needed to be convincing and not attract too many questions. They settled on something short and simple, with a common theme.

Jefferson and Alice had a brief relationship during Senior year of college. When she found out she was pregnant they were already separated and thus decided not to tell him. It was only a few months before her accident, that they reconnected, and she told him about his daughter. Unfortunately, he was sent overseas for his job and when Alice died, he couldn't come back and prove his paternity since he was under contract and leaving meant severe legal consequences. He had just come back home and wanted to meet his daughter. He didn't want to uproot her whole life, so he was content to be able to spend time with her.

They went to see the Hatter, who seemed less crazy and more focused. It seemed Regan's advice of regular exercise and meditation had worked somewhat. They gave him the potion and let him know the backstory they had come up with. Jefferson was reluctant to make it as if Alice purposely kept their daughter a secret, but Regan assured him it would be temporarily. When the curse broke, there would be no need for the deception. He agreed, aware that it was his best shot to get his daughter back.

The Mayor advised him to keep up his routine since It seemed to be helping and to seek counseling with Dr. Hopper as soon as possible. One, it would help him work out whatever issues he had after years of insanity and two, it would help prove that he was competent and could be trusted around his daughter. After that was done, they would contact Mr. and Mrs. Grace and present their case. The goal was to work something out with them without involving the courts.

"So, your parents are on the right track and Jefferson is nearly ready. The potion for the hearts will be done in a couple of days, just in time for the full moon. How am I doing so far?" Regan smirked, briefly looking at Emma as they drove back to town.

"Don't get too cocky, King cranky. We wouldn't be doing this if you weren't so extra" She admonished teasingly, pinching his cheek as he pouted.

"All right, I get the point. But seriously, we can't do anything now but wait. So…" He trailed off, giving her a look and waggling his eyebrows.

Emma snorted, understanding what he was getting at. Ever since that night when they almost crossed the line, they had been getting closer, intimately speaking. They were still careful not to go too far but things were getting heavy.

One thing she had noticed, is that Regan seemed less…uptight, as of late. He was still his elegant and commanding self, but there was a noticeable lightness around him. He laughed more, his temper with the townspeople, or peasants as he called them, was more subdued and he seemed more approachable. Even at work, he was still very diligent, but he seemed more willing to delegate some of the less urgent matters and focus on things that truly required his full attention.

"Mm, I guess I could be persuaded to take a break" She teased, letting her hand caress his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under her touch as she inched dangerously close to the final prize. Thank goodness they didn't have to worry about Henry.

A few days after they got started on their 'side projects', they had a talk about their son. As much as it pained them, they agreed that it would be good for the boy to attend daycare after school. Usually, after one of them picked him up, they had lunch together and then he either went back to the office with Regan or spend time with Emma, provided she wasn't needed at the station. But it was not healthy for him to spend all his time with his parents. Not to mention, they were very busy during the day and they couldn't just haul him around randomly.

So, reluctantly, they signed him up at the local daycare. They dropped him off after lunch and picked him up after work. So far, it seemed to work. The first couple of days Henry seemed unsure, but it passed quickly. He got to play with other kids his age, he got snacks and nap time. It was kiddie heaven.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Regan pushed Emma against the wall and kissed her hard, delighting in her moan as his tongue explored her mouth. He couldn't get enough of her taste, wishing he could taste her all over.

He lifted her up, feeling her toned legs wrap around his waist, and carried her upstairs effortlessly. They made out the whole way there, and by the time they arrived, his jacket was gone, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He sat down on the edge of the bed, not breaking contact between their lips as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side. Emma pulled back and looked down at his bare torso, flushing and licking her lips at the magnificent sight before her, all tanned skin and sculpted muscles.

"Lay down" she commanded, pushing him his chest gently but firmly.

He was tempted to make a quip but complied anyway, curious about what she would do. She straddled him, letting her hands roam all over his skin, mapping all the lines and dips that defined his upper body with her fingers and lips. His own hands were on her behind, squeezing tightly.

She was driving him wild. After a moment, she sat up and made eye contact, reaching for the edge of her top and pulling it over her head, revealing supple breasts encased in a cream-colored bra.

"Beautiful" He whispered, wordlessly asking for permission to touch. When it was granted, he didn't hesitate to cup her chest, feeling her nipples harden as he massaged her with vigor. She placed her hands over his as her hips started to move instinctively, pressing against him in all the right ways.

He grew hard in record time, his erection begging to escape the confinement of his slacks. With a frustrated growl, he sat up and reached behind her, unclasping her bra and flinging it away. He quickly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, skillfully flicking the hard nub with his tongue.

Emma threw her head back and moaned, holding his head in place "Fuck, Regan" she breathed, mussing up his hair with her fingers. He gave her breasts equal attention, content to stay there for as long as he could. Finally, he pulled his mouth away to kiss her again. He wrapped his arms around her back, her own surrounding his neck, so their upper bodies were pressed tightly. Regan could feel her hard nipples brush against his chest as they moved against each other.

He took hold of her hips and stopped her movements, hating himself a little "We need to stop, darling" He murmured, pressing his forehead against hers as she whined.

"I know, but now is not the time," He sighed, breathing deeply to calm his racing heart. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear," he groaned, getting a chuckle and a kiss in response.

He shifted so they were laying down on the bed, half of her body on top of his. Regan was gently brushing his fingers up and down her spine, feeling a few scars from her time in the system, while Emma idly doodled on his abdomen with her head resting on his chest.

They were still topless.

"Don't worry, baby. We won't have to abstain for long. I have a little something planned for us this weekend" Emma smirked.

"Oh, really? Care to share with the class?" He asked, eager and curious.

"It's a surprise" she sing-songed. He pouted and she kissed him sweetly, snuggling against him.

After all the hard work they've done lately, she felt that they needed a break. What better way than to have their second date? She didn't want them to be under scrutiny though, so she decided the best thing for them was to have a night out of town; romantic dinner, dancing, sightseeing, the whole nine yards. Then, at the end of the night, they would rent a room and take their relationship to the next level. She planned everything to the last detail.

She settled on the weekend after the full moon, by then the whole ordeal with the hearts would be over. She had already asked Granny if she could take Henry for the night. She had made a reservation on a nice but not over the top restaurant and also reserved a room on a decent hotel. Graham was covering the night shift. They would leave after work on Friday and drive back on Saturday.

Before that thought, she needed to make a little trip on her own to Portland, to shop for lingerie and attend the appointment she made with a local gynecologist. Regan had back to back meetings the next day, so she would sneak away and be back without him finding out.

During her relationship with Neal, condoms had been the norm, at least at first, and after they settled down, she had been on birth control until they decided to have a child. After getting out of jail, she wasn't all that sexually active, focused as she was on getting her life back on track, so she went back to using condoms.

Things were different now, though. She planned to be very active with Regan. So, after doing some research, she had decided to get a contraceptive implant. It was highly efficient and very subtle, plus it took the pressure of having to remember to take a pill or risk getting pregnant. Sure, it was a bit expensive, but there's no price for peace of mind.

Not that she would mind having another child with Regan eventually, but not now. Things would get crazy enough without adding a baby to the mix.

After cuddling for a little while and having calmed enough to function without wanting to rut like animals, they got redressed and dragged themselves back to work.

The weekend couldn't arrive soon enough.

Friday

Everyone was excited for the weekend, but no one was more excited than the Mayor and the Deputy.

Though there were still things to do regarding their extracurricular activities, they had made amazing progress. Just two days before, at midnight, as the full moon illuminated Storybrooke, Regan released all the hearts he had taken and some he had gotten from his mother's vault. As he poured the appropriate amount of potion over each one, they watched in fascination as they first shone brightly red before turning almost translucent.

Emma had gone with him that night. Henry very rarely woke during the night and anyway, this wouldn't take more than an hour at most, so they didn't see the harm in leaving him alone for a while. She was even more fascinated than her brunette counterpart, having never seen an enchanted heart before. She had known magic was real, but actually having tangible proof was a tad overwhelming.

One by one, the hearts floated away and disappeared into the night, seeking their owners. For Regan, it was like getting closure on a particularly dark chapter of his life. While he would never be able to make up for the damage he did, he felt relieved that at the very least, he could give back that which never belonged to him and rejoice in the one heart he still had but had been given to him voluntarily.

He looked at Emma, kind and beautiful Emma, who was looking at him proudly. She hugged him tightly, pressing a kiss on his cheek and together, they stood there watching, until all the hearts were gone. Afterwards, they went home, hand in hand, while some people got back something they didn't even know was missing.

Unseen, a portion of the darkness surrounding Regan's heart, which had already started to fade when first Henry and then Emma had come into his life, fell away to reveal bright red.

Now, finally, they could take some time for themselves. Everything was ready for their trip. Emma was both excited and nervous. She was no blushing virgin, but she felt like making love with Regan would be the point of no return, the moment where she would become his completely and never be able to go back.

Truthfully, she couldn't wait.

Before they left, they said goodbye to their precious little boy. Emma went first, holding him close and kissing all over his face "Mommy, that tickles!" he giggled, pressing his own sloppy kiss to her cheek.

"Be good for Granny, Henry Emmanuel. I will be very upset if she tells me you didn't behave, ok?" Regan said in a stern tone, lifting an eyebrow. Henry just nodded and hugged his father, getting a kiss on top of his head "I love you, my little prince".

"I love you too, daddy. I promise I'll be good" he said with a grin, watching as his parents got in the Mercedes. Granny picked up the boy and held him to her hip "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor, I'll keep a good eye on this boy. You kids have fun" She said knowingly.

"Thank you, Granny. We'll see you tomorrow" he said with a wave, starting the relatively short drive. It wasn't a fancy night out, so they were dressed casually, Regan was wearing a pair of designer jeans and a black polo, with a light jacket on top and Emma was wearing her trademark skinny jeans with a beautiful silk gray blouse she had found during her previous trip , and a light coat.

About an hour later they arrived in Portland. Their reservations weren't until nine, so they had time to take in the sights. They got started on the Portland Museum of Art, where to the delight of Regan, they could see the works of some big names such as Monet, Warhol and Homer, as well as the work of some talented people from all over Maine.

After Regan got to indulge in his knowledge of Art, they made their way to the Observatory, where they got a great view of the harbor and front row seats to the sunset. Words weren't necessary as they basked in the breathtaking view and the amazing company, wrapped around each other.

When it was nearing time for dinner, they made their way to Old Port, the beating heart of the city. As they walked through the street, they saw several shops and well-preserved historical architecture, as well as several places that offered entertainment. Emma promised him they would go to the theater on their next visit.

They made it to the restaurant just in time. Like most restaurants on that part of town, their specialty was sea food. Unlike their first date, they had a single glass of wine with dinner since Emma said they were doing something else afterwards. They did share an appetizer of delicious crab cakes though. Regan had the Lobster Thermidor and Emma opted for the clam chowder for their main dish.

"God, this is delicious. You know, I find it ironic that with some many fishermen in town, no one has thought of opening a seafood restaurant in Storybrooke" Regan mused, almost tempted to lick his fingers. Almost.

Emma nodded "I agree. I've had clam chowder before but this insanely good" She agreed, wiping her mouth "I guess I've never thought of that. It's a nice venture not to mention profitable. Maybe we should do it" She joked.

"Oh yeah, I'll trade my suits for an apron and get right on it" He snarked and they laughed. Regan was a great cook though, so It wasn't that far-fetched of an idea.

After dinner, they shared a banana foster with vanilla ice cream. When the check came, Emma snatched it before Regan could "Ah ah, this is my treat. If you want, you can pay our entry fee to the club" she smirked.

"Club? Like dancing?" He asked, knowing not to argue with her when she stubbornly wanted something.

"Yup, I found a decent club that plays Latin music" She suggested "Unless you want to do something else?"

"No, dancing is fine" He grinned, standing up and offering his hand to help her up. They left the restaurant with full bellies and happy smiles. They decided to walk since the club was on the same street.

There was a bit of a line, as it was usual on a Friday night, but they got in fairly quickly. They went to the bar and ordered a couple of tequila shots each. They barely grimaced, Regan had grown up with drinks from his native country that made tequila seem tame in comparison and Emma had gone drinking with the guys several times in Boston.

When the next track started, the blonde dragged the mayor to the dance floor. The shots had loosened her up somewhat and she started to move her hips to the rhythm of the song, making sure to grind her butt against Regan's crotch. Not to be left behind, Regan moved his own hips smoothly, following her tempo. Though his mother insisted he learn ballroom dances as a teen, his father had taught him their native dances as well, which were very similar to the Latin dances of this world.

Predictably, most of the people in the club were Hispanic and inevitably, they drew a few glances. Women glanced at Regan heatedly, wondering why he was dancing with a white lady when he could go full Latino, though they admitted they made a very attractive couple. Men were looking at Emma hungrily, wishing the fit blonde would dance with them and jealous of the imposing man she was with.

Their movements were hypnotic. Regan turned Emma around and pulled her close, his hands holding her ass without shame while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their faces were close, their mouths almost touching but not, only adding to the overall aesthetic.

During one particular dance, Regan turned Emma back around, so she faced away from him, her arm reaching around his neck and both his hands on her hips. They moved their hips in tandem as they lowered themselves as far as they could go before going back up, never breaking their rhythm.

They danced to a few songs, switching back and forth between styles, before they went back to the bar for more drinks. They were sweaty and more than a little turned on at this point, but they were having a lot of fun.

The bartender interrupted them, placing a drink in front of Regan "Cortesia de la dama al final de la barra" he told him, gesturing to a beautiful Hispanic woman that was looking at him. She gave him a wink and he smiled in return, turning back to the bartender.

"Gracias, pero dile que no lo puedo aceptar. Estoy en una cita con mi esposa" He said, though he did pay for the lady's drink.

Emma watched the interaction curiously "What did you tell him?" she asked.

Regan grinned "I asked him to thank her, but I couldn't accept the drink since I'm on a date with my girlfriend" he half lied. Emma was buzzed so she didn't catch it. She just chuckled and kissed him sweetly "Thank you, I wouldn't have minded if you took it, but I appreciate it" she murmured.

"Come on, let's get out of here" He suggested, leaving a generous tip for the bartender before they left the club.

It wouldn't be until years later that she would find out why he lied that night. While he did give that message, he didn't use the word 'girlfriend'.

He said wife.

The night breeze felt great against their heated skin, as they mindlessly walked through the busy street.

"Should we find some place to sober up? We don't need to drive back right away" He suggested, figuring they would go back and finish their night at home.

Emma kissed him and bit his lip "We're not driving back tonight, handsome. I got us a room in a hotel. Care to join me?" she enticed, looking at him seductively.

He froze and looked at her, trying to figure if he was just teasing him "Seriously?"

She just nodded "Seriously. Come on, let's go to the car to get our bags and take a cab to the hotel, we can come back for your car tomorrow".

"What bags?" He asked, perplexed. She smirked "The ones I snuck into the trunk while you were busy" she gloated, smug that she had been able to pull that off without him knowing.

He gaped at her in awe. She got him good. After they retrieved their bags and locked the car, Regan flagged a cab and Emma gave directions to their hotel. She sat back and snuggled against the warm body of her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. She almost giggled like a school girl at the thought.

They ride was short. They paid the cabbie and walked to the lobby to check in "I have a reservation, under Emma Swan". The receptionist checked and smiled "Indeed, Miss Swan. Here's your key. Do you need some help with your luggage?"

"No thanks, we'll manage. Have a pleasant night" she said politely, guiding the still gob smacked mayor to the elevator.

Regan shook his head in amusement "I'll hand it you, Emma. You really surprised me" He admitted.

She just shrugged "You're not the only that can be smooth in this relationship" she teased.

They got to their room and hung their coats, deciding to look around. It was luxurious without being over the top. The bed was made immaculately and looked very inviting. There was a tv and a fully stocked minibar. The bathroom was spacious and clean, with a big bathtub and a separate shower right next to it.

They put their bags down and Regan took a deep breath "Why don't we have a nice warm bath together before bed?" he suggested nervously.

Emma was nervous too but nodded "Sure, that sounds great" she murmured, following him to the bathroom. While he got busy getting everything ready, she started to undress. By the time he was done, she was naked as the day she was born, and her hair was piled up high in her head to avoid getting it too wet.

Regan turned around and almost swallowed his tongue. Her naked body was like a work of art. His wide eyes roamed all over her body, from her heavenly breasts to the apex of her legs, which was covered with well-maintained, dark blonde curls "You are breathtaking" He breathed. She blushed and smiled shyly.

He stood up and took off his shirt, revealing the welcomed sight of his torso. Then he lowered his jeans, kicking them off once they reached his ankles. She stalled his hands as they reached for his underwear, hooking her thumbs over the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down, finally uncovering the most private part of his anatomy.

Like she imagined, he was well above average. Not unrealistically huge like on porn movies, which she always thought was weird. His penis was in proportion with the rest of his body. The shade of his skin was darker there and was not grossly veined like other men.

In other words, it was beautiful, just like the rest of him.

He was proud of his body and he felt empowered as she eyed him up and down. He smiled and helped her get in the tub, carefully getting in right behind her. They both sighed happily as the warm water and bubbles covered their bodies. He sat back comfortably and pulled her against him, her back touching his front.

His arms surrounded her middle, her own arms covering his own. They just laid there for a while, allowing the calm atmosphere to relax them fully.

"Thanks for an amazing night, beautiful. It was really fun. I especially enjoyed our dancing" He said, kissing her neck sensually.

"You're welcome, baby. I wanted to plan something special. Our first date was all about me and I wanted tonight to be about you" she breathed, turning her head to meet his lips.

They kissed deeply, getting lost in their own little world. After a moment, Emma broke the kiss and turned around to face him, straddling him. He watched her curiously.

She reached for the shampoo and squirted a dollop on her palm, reaching for his head to wash his hair. A thick layer of foam appeared as she soothingly massaged his scalp, getting an appreciative groan in return.

While she was busy with his hair, his own soapy hands roamed free. He caressed her shoulders and collarbones, going further down to her breasts. He took his time there before continuing his trek down to her stomach and then her legs. He made eye contact, silently asking permission. After getting a small nod, he finally reached between her legs, finding slick heat that had nothing to do with the water.

He delicately rubbed her folds, making sure to 'wash' her thoroughly. Emma's breath hitched, shivering as he brushed over her clit. He was tempted to push his fingers inside her but refrained, right now was not about sex. It was about intimacy.

For her part, Emma was finished with his air and was now lathering his shoulders, arms and chest, paying extra attention to his drool worthy abdomen. She teased him by caressing his thighs suggestively, never touching him where he wanted until finally, she couldn't wait and took him in her hand.

Regan gasped as she stroked him slowly, her free hand fondling his 'boys'. She kept her movements lazy, not wanting to work him up too fast.

After a while they stopped, as if by silent agreement. Regan kissed her sweetly before standing up and getting out of the tub, reaching for her hands to help her to the same. After draining the tub, he guided her into the shower to rinse out completely. In no time at all, they were out and helping each other dry off.

Regan picked Emma up bridal style, making her yelp in surprise, and carried her back to the bedroom. He lowered her down on the bed, and she scooted backwards, crooking a finger at him to join her. He did without hesitation and hovered over her, their eyes locked together as he slowly settled on top of her and kissed her deeply.

Finally, the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Smut Scene Alert

They kissed sensually, their tongues dancing together hotly. Regan shifted so he was resting between her legs, keeping them separated by spreading his own. He pulled back from the kiss, pulling her head back gently as he trailed down to her neck, leaving kisses and nips on his way. The evil king in him wanted to mark her, but he knew she would be pissed as hell. He settled on a sharp nip, letting her know she was his.

He continued his journey, pressing kisses to her collarbones until he arrived at her breasts. This was familiar territory for him, but he worshipped them all the same.

Emma was in heaven, feeling that hot, talented mouth on her chest. He licked, sucked and bit her nipple with just the right amount of force, before he tugged at it softly with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. Meanwhile his strong hand fondled the neglected one with gusto, squeezing the supple globe and pinching the hard, little nub between his fingers. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he switched sides and repeated the same process all over again.

Her core was warm and slick with arousal, his teasing nips and pinches sending electric shocks right down to her clit and making her throb with need.

"Regan…" She moaned, silently pleading for more. He complied, kissing the valley between her breasts and trailing down to her stomach, leaving marks all over her creamy skin as his lips and teeth mapped the contours of her toned abdomen. He rejoiced in her blissed-out expression and pleasure filled sounds. In the Enchanted Forest, all his former lovers had been mostly quiet, since it was considered unbecoming of a lady to be loud.

Emma had no such reservations and he loved it. He shifted down the bed, so his face was level with her core, throwing her legs over his shoulders while his hands found purchase on her breasts. He made eye contact with her before he took his first taste, moaning at her sweet, tangy flavor.

He ate her out with the same focused diligence he put into everything else, exploring her soaked folds with his tongue, before pressing against her sensitive pearl. He felt her hips buck as he circled her clit teasingly, massaging the tight bundle of nerves before he took it in his mouth and sucked, hard.

He freed one of his arms and teased her entrance, pushing one digit inside, feeling her walls clench around it as he worked her to a frenzy. His pace was steady but firm, curling his finger on every other stroke. Emma reached down to bury her hands on his hair, messing it up and pulling at the dark locks, enjoying the visual of his head between her legs. She felt him push another finger inside, increasing his pace and brushing against her g-spot.

"Fuck! I'm so close, R-Regan. Please…" she cried out, arching her back. She could feel her climax approaching, her body on overdrive from everything he was doing to her.

Just when she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.

She didn't even have time to hurl at insult at him for leaving her hanging, when he felt him shift again so he could place his hands behind her knees, pushing her legs against the mattress as he spread her wide. He attacked her exposed clit roughly, putting direct pressure on it with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh god!" she shouted, trying to lessen the pleasure by trying to escape his grip but he kept her in place with one arm. She met his gaze and saw him wink at her just before he filled her with his fingers again, matching the pace of his mouth. This time he didn't stop, even after the dam broke and her orgasm hit her like a tsunami.

"Ahhh! Reggg, fuck!" she babbled incoherently, her body spasming and bucking as wave upon wave of ecstasy rolled all through her body. He let her legs fall back against the mattress, slowing down his movements as she milked her climax for all it was worth. He kept her fingers inside her, lazily rubbing her clit with his thumb while he sought her mouth, kissing her deeply.

She could taste herself on his tongue, her body crashing down from its euphoric state. She couldn't help but shiver every time he brushed her clit until he finally stopped. Her heart was thundering inside her chest, gulping mouthfuls of air in an effort to catch her breath "That was…" She trailed off in a pant, mouth against his cheek "Incredible," she finished.

He grinned, feeling pleased with himself, and laid down next to her, pulling her against him and holding her close. She absentmindedly scratched his tummy, feeling the muscles contract under her ministrations. Her gaze went lower, taking in the sight of his cock standing at full mast.

She trailed her hand down, following his happy trail. She took him in her hand without hesitation, stroking him firmly and occasionally running her thumb over the tip. She felt him shiver in response and his breath stutter. She looked up at him and kissed him lazily, breaking the kiss with a loud smacking sound after several seconds.

She let him go and sat up, shifting to straddle him. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself down on his lap, shuddering as she felt her wet core come in contact with his manhood. She swallowed and started a slow, rhythmic grind. As she moved, her slit brushed back and forth over his hard length, painting his skin with her wetness.

He took hold of her hips and groaned slightly, controlling her movements. Her hands settled on his chest to keep her balance, picking up speed gradually to get some friction against her clit. She wanted him inside her, for him to fill her completely. He seemed to read her mind because he sat up, keeping her hips still. He lifted her just enough to reach down and grip himself, lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance, silently asking permission. She nodded and he inhaled deeply, lowering her down slowly, taking his time until he was buried to the hilt.

The feeling of her slick walls gripping him tightly was indescribable. He kept himself still so she could get accustomed to the pressure. She truly fit him like a glove, and he got a sense of fulfillment he had never felt before.

She was his and he was hers and no one would ever be able to compare. No one would ever measure up.

Emma had never felt so full; it was like he was made specifically for her. She placed her arms on his shoulders and made the first move, lifting herself until he was barely inside her and lowered herself back down, crying out in pleasure. After some maneuvering, they settled on a steady rhythm. They lost complete awareness of time, content to let the pleasure build without rush.

Regan placed his hand at her lower back, almost on her ass. The other one was pressed against the mattress behind him, giving him leverage so he could meet her movements halfway. Their loud panting breaths filled the room, grunts and moans only adding to the erotic atmosphere.

After what felt like forever, she crashed her lips against his, increasing the pace "Faster, baby. I want to feel all of you" she whispered, closing her eyes as his arms surrounded her waist, becoming rougher. They moved faster, bouncing together as they felt their respective orgasms looming closer and closer. Regan pushed Emma's upper body far enough so he could splay his palm on her pelvis, rubbing her clit with his thumb in tight, little circles.

Emma's hands on his shoulders were the only thing keeping upright, her thighs squeezing around his waist as she came with a scream, her hips bucking out of control. Regan was right behind her, groaning deeply as her inner walls kept a tight grip on him, adding some resistance. That was enough for him to explode, eyes clenched shut as he erupted inside her with a vengeance.

They kept moving together, seeking to prolong their shared bliss for as long as they could. They wrapped themselves around each other, wanting the comfort of skin on skin contact as their frantic movements slowed down and finally stopped. Regan fell backwards and took her with him, still intimately connected as they landed against the mattress.

There were a few tense seconds of silence as they looked at each other intensely, finally processing that they had just had sex for the first time. Regan's lips twitched, mirroring Emma's and before they knew it, the damn broke.

It was hard to know who snorted first but suddenly; they were laughing with abandon. It was a strange combination of endorphins, relief and love, a sense that everything was as it should be. Both of them sleeping together was not an incredulity, it was merely the conclusion of years of yearning and months of frustrated buildup.

They were always going to end up like this, really. It was inevitable.

As their laughter died down, Regan slipped out of her and rolled them over, so they were spooning. He reached for the blanket to cover them up, shivering now that the sweat had cooled on their spent bodies.

"Thank you" he murmured in a quiet tone, feeling his eyelids get heavy.

"Why?" she asked in the same tone, also fighting sleep.

"Trusting me enough to let me make love to you" He whispered, closing his eyes with a smile.

"Anytime, baby. Anytime" was her answer as she too closed her eyes and followed him into slumber.

Smut over

Storybrooke (Hours earlier)

Mary Margaret had just finished reading to John Doe, or David, if what Whale told her was true. She reached for his hand and squeezed it affectionately. In the time that she had been visiting him, she had gotten somewhat attached to him. Aside from reading to him, she told him stuff about herself and her life.

"I hope you liked today's story, Mr. Nolan" She said with a smile, admiring the man's handsome features and wishing she could talk to him for real.

"I have to go now, but I'll be back tomorrow" she assured him as she got her stuff together. For reasons unknown, she felt compelled to get closer to him. So, making sure the coast was clear, she walked closer to him and kissed his forehead "I hope you wake up soon" She whispered against his skin.

With a slightly yearning sigh and a brush of his hair, she walked out of the room to go to her next patient.

Had she stuck around longer, she would have noticed the way his heart rate increased or how his eyelids flickered as he fought to wake up.

Hours later, when he finally opened his baby blue eyes, he heard voices around him and machines beeping with a measured tune. His were eyes unfocused as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. When his vision cleared, he was met by the sight of a doctor smiling to him as a nurse checked his vitals.

"Welcome back, Mr. Nolan. It's a pleasure to finally meet you".

To be continued.

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Translations

"Cortesia de la dama al final de la barra" - "Courtesy of the lady at the end of the bar"

"Gracias, pero dile que no lo puedo aceptar. Estoy en una cita con mi esposa" - "Thank you, but tell her I can't accept. I'm on a date with my wife".