After saying reluctant goodbyes, Regina rushed home to start dinner. With muscle memory taking over, she managed to get a perfectly crafted, extra cheesy, lasagna ready for the oven in no time. While their meal cooked, she fussed over what she would wear and wondered what expectations the Savior had for the evening. When the blonde left her for the afternoon, she was particularly cuddly, and Regina did not want her to go. With a promise of seeing one another that evening, they were able to go back to work, albeit distracted for the rest of the afternoon.

Choosing a business casual pantsuit that accentuated some of her better attributes, she used magic to dress after meticulously showering, making sure she was presentable for the possibility of anything. Feeling like a raging teen, she felt the heat pour off of her sex. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the possibility of any sort of sexual contact away. She would be taking Emma's cues and following Emma's lead as to what happens or doesn't happen that evening, or any other evening for that matter.

Pulling their dinner from the oven, she heard the front door unlock, and her dinner guest call out, "Hey! I'm uh… Here!"

Wiping her hands on a tea towel, Regina called back, "Why are you yelling in my house, Miss Swan?" After a moment of silence, the blonde poked her head into the kitchen and said, "Sorry. I just used Henry's key like always, but then I wasn't sure if I should have, and then it was too late, so I…"

Emma tentatively stepped through the archway revealing the baby powder blue dress she was wearing with a matching pair of Keds, one of which was coming untied. Rounding the center island, Regina wrapped her arms around the Savior, cutting her off. "Of course, it's okay to come in." Pulling away, she teased, "Perhaps we should get you your own set, so you don't keep stealing my sons."

Emma shrugged her shoulder, "I know where the spare is; I don't have to use Henry's."

Uncertain if this was a commitment wall, Regina didn't want to push it with her and changed the subject, "Are you hungry?"

A nervous chuckle escaped the Sheriff, and she said, "Yeah! I'm starving! I haven't eaten."

"This afternoon? Or today?"

"Since Saturday."

"That's almost three days, Emma Swan!" The surprise couldn't be masked, and Emma grew rigid in her arms. In an effort to put her at ease, Regina swallowed the startling realization about the younger woman's eating habits and kissed her on the forehead. When she pulled back, she was the epitome of calm and cooed, "It's time I've fed my little Swan, now, isn't it?"

Almost as if Emma's eyes grew larger and more round, she looked up at the Mayor and asked, "You're going to feed me?"

"Would my little Swan like that?"

A pink flush crawled up the sides of Emma's cheeks when she shyly nodded.

"Alright, let me finish up putting the dishes away, and dinner should be ready." Turning, she crossed the kitchen to where the partially damp mixing bowls were drying and then toweled them off before putting them away. As she did, she said over her shoulder to an awkward Sheriff, "The Apple Mug Pies will be ready soon as well."

"You made a pie? How did you have time to make pie on top of dinner?"

Regina poked the tip of her finger off the end of the blonde's nose on her way by to check on their dessert and said, "Mommies manage their time better than little girls. Grab a couple of plates, please." Regina pointed to the cabinet where the dinner plates could be found, and when the blonde made a motion to retrieve the items, the Mayor grabbed a knife from the block and started slicing their dinner up into manageable pieces. The lasagna was sitting and had been for what seemed like just long enough because when Regina lifted each piece out for plating, the pieces came out entirely intact.

"That smells amazing, Regina."

The Mayor sliced into the piece she intended for herself and scooped up a bite onto a fork before airplane-ing it into the blonde's mouth. Emma instantly opened her mouth and took the piece in, but as soon as she closed her lips around the fork, she hissed and exclaimed around the molten hot bite, "Hot! Hot! Hot!"

In horror, Regina cried, "Oh! Sweetheart! Spit it out!"

Waving her hand and deeply breathing into her wide open mouth, the blonde shook her head before the bite was cool enough for her to chew it and swallow it down. "It's good!"

"I'm sorry! I should have anticipated how hot it is."

"It's okay, Regina."

"You didn't burn yourself?"

"Oh, it definitely burned, but just the one side of my tongue. I can definitely eat my dinner on the not burned side. It's fine."

Regina turned and got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with the purified water from the face of her refrigerator, then handed it to Emma with a direct instruction, "Drink."

As if the brunette had cast a spell compelling her to do just that, Emma took the offered beverage and drank back the cool liquid, easing the slight discomfort in her mouth.

"Better?"

"Yeah," Emma replied shyly, unused to being fussed over in such a way.

Unable to keep her hands to herself, Regina pushed back a piece of Emma's hair that was threatening to go into her eyes and tucked it behind her ear.

Emma noticed all of the touches and looks Regina was giving her and asked, "This is really a thing for you, isn't it?"

"What is, darling?"

"This, uh," Emma stumbled over the wording of what she should call this thing they were doing, "...um this Mommy thing. Like you like it, not just because I like it, huh?"

A blush crawled across the Mayor's features, but she nodded her response. "I do."

"What is it about it that you like?"

Dark eyes dropped to the floor as if the answer to that question would be written there before taking a deep breath and answered, "I like feeling needed and useful."

"Useful? So it isn't a kinky sex thing?"

"It doesn't have to be."

"Okay, what does it have to be?"

Regina pulled out place settings for both of them and handed Emma her fork before watching in amazement as the blonde dug straight into her meal on the island counter. Deciding against instructing the younger woman into a more formal setting in the dining room, Regina sliced into her dinner right where it was before asking, "I want control over your eating habits."

Emma stopped mid-scoop and looked up before asking, "Uh, what?"

"You don't eat enough, and what you do consume is garbage. I want a say over what you eat."

After a moment, Emma's stunned look broke, and she agreed, "Okay."

"And when," Regina added before quickly placing a cheesy bite into her mouth.

Emma chuckled at the sly negotiating tactics of the Mayor and asked, "Is that all you want? Is to feed a starving savior?"

Regina motioned to the blonde's near-empty plate and asked, "More?"

"Yes, my Queen."

The title hung heavy over the brunette as she wedged out another square of pasta for her guest. So many lips have uttered that title, but none ever made her feel the weight of it before. Both possessive and subservient, the way the words rolled off the Sheriff's tongue sparked a heat low in her abdomen. As she slid the new piece onto Emma's plate, she met her gaze and said, "That's not all I want, Miss Swan, but it's one hell of a start."

Tapping the side of the Savior's plate, she said, "Eat up, sweetheart."

With a sly smirk, Emma began cutting up her food into bite-sized pieces and said, "A girl could get used to this."

A warm hand covered Emma's free hand when a deep voice replied, "My girl should get used to this."

"So have we abandoned the idea of needing this to be a sexy kink thing? Or are we still negotiating?"

A chuckle erupted from the Mayor, and she reiterated, "I'm not opposed to sex, Miss Swan."

"Yeah, every time you use that tone in your voice, it.." Emma closed her eyes and skipped over the quiet parts, "...and when you call me yours…" Licking her lips to stop herself from gushing, she finished, "Yeah, and how you look at me…"

"How do I look at you, darling?"

"And when you call me darling!" Emma exclaimed before answering, "You look like you want to eat me up."

Regina stood up to her full height, and in her heels, she had three full inches on the blonde in her flats; Looking down on the Savior, Regina asked, "How does that make you feel?"

"Like I want to let you," Emma added quietly, "It's a little scary."

Swallowing hard, Regina slipped a hand around the blonde's thin waist to put her at ease and replied, "You're safe with me, Miss Swan."

Emma let out a deep breath and nodded her agreement, "I know I am."

"But you're still scared of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you, Regina. I've put my trust in the wrong people before, so…"

"So you think I'm going to do to you what they've done?"

Emma rolled her eyes and huffed, "No! It's really hard to trust my gut because my gut has been wrong before. I know you. I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. So my gut is on board, but my brain is all like, 'what are you stupid?' and my heart is like, 'Nah, this feels great! Let's do this forever!' This is so a me-thing and not an us-thing."

A smirk crossed the brunette, and she teased, "Your heart wants to do this with me forever, huh?"

"Oh, did I say that part out loud?"

"That isn't a no, darling."

Another roll of the eyes and Emma whined, "You know what I mean."

Lifting the blonde's chin with a bent finger, Regina replied, "I know what you say. Mean what you say, and I'll know what you mean."

"I want to give you control over whatever you want control over, and I want you to feed me whenever you want to feed me, and I want you to use that spell to make me light so you can carry me around because it makes me feel little, and I really like feeling little and cared for with you."

"Is that all?"

Emma leaned in and whispered, "And I want to be your good girl."

"No matter what, little Swan, you're always my good girl."

"And forehead kisses? Can I add that?"

"May," Regina corrected.

"May? May what?"

"May you add forehead kisses."

A deep blush flushed the Savior's cheeks, and the warmth spread to other parts of her body. Liking the way Regina corrected her, she complied with the direction, "May... I... add forehead kisses to my list of wants, my Queen?"

"You may," Regina replied and pecked a quick kiss just under a blonde hairline.

"May I add other kisses to my wants list?" Curiosity got the best of her, and she felt semi-comfortable asking for such a thing from her friend.

"You may have any kisses you desire, my little Swan."

Green eyes dropped to plum lips, "May I have other things?"

A warm hand caressed the Savior's pale cheek, "What would you like, my dear?"

Emma's eyes rolled back, closing her lids before she leaned forward and whispered, "May I touch you." Lips grazed the tender skin just below Regina's earlobe, and the Queen gasped, losing herself in the pleasure.

"May I, my Queen?" Emma breathed before nipping at the brunette's jawline.

With a twist of the fingers, Regina cast the Light as a Feather spell and magically reduced the Savior's weight by altering her mass index. Extending her neck to give Emma access and permission to explore her sensitive neck muscles, she savored the Sheriff.

At her most vulnerable.

With teeth grazing over her veins, Regina remembered time with the huntsman. When she first took him, he attempted to protect his neck from her relentless marking. He protected his kill zone because he did not trust her, and he was right not to. She took his heart; he was hers in every other way, but still, his primal instincts overcame the power of that magicked heart, and he was able to resist her. To protect himself.

She felt the Savior's teeth bite into her flesh, and she trusted her more noticeably than she had before. Throughout their friendship and even enemyship, they'd relied upon one another and trusted each other. The trust she felt in those life and death situations was nothing compared to the trust she was putting in the Savior's hands that night.

Regina wanted it all.

She wanted to give herself over to the Savior and wanted her to do the same. She wanted Emma's trust and love, unconditionally. She wanted her vulnerability. But she knew the woman had trust issues of her own. Her vulnerability frightened her. Her willingness to give herself over to Regina scared her, and so she resisted.

Grabbing the Savior's hair, she pulled her back and away, opening up Emma's pale throat to view.

"Do you trust me, Emma?"

"Yes, my Queen!" The reply was breathless as hands grabbed the edge of the counter to keep balance.

"I want more than your companionship, Emma Swan. I want your loyalty. Your dedication. I want your trust."

Emma pulled against Regina's grip so she could meet her impassioned gaze and said, "I trust you."

Realizing the words uttered were the truth, Regina pulled the blonde into a fiery kiss. Lifting the Savior up onto the counter, the dishes from their dinner crashed to the floor. Startled by the loud clatter, the Sheriff broke their embrace and exclaimed, "Regina!?"

Hovering inches from a flushed cheek, Regina smirked and replied, "Mommy's got you."

"But," the blonde tried to protest, her worry focused on the mess on the floor.

Taking a dimpled chin, Regina drew back the Savior's attention and reassured, "I have magic, Emma. It will be like it never happened before you know it." Another twist of her fingers and the plates were mended and stacked in the sink; then hands resumed exploring Emma's form. Sliding up nude thighs, Regina gripped a cotton covered hip, then leaned in and kissed the younger woman with a possession she hadn't known existed.

When breathing became an issue, Regina's hands slid over the tops of Emma's thighs, opening them as they moved up, and asked, "How do you feel about me touching you?"

With an audible gulp, Emma nodded her head in total agreement with whatever plan the Mayor had.

"Have you forgotten how to speak, little Swan?"

"No," Emma replied tentatively.

Thumbs grazed the cotton covered jewel at the apex of Emma's thighs, and she gasped, "Please…"

"Do you want this?"

"Yes!"

"Then answer me, now. How do you feel about me touching you?"

"I need it!"

With a devious chuckle, Regina pressed a little harder into the blonde's sex and replied, "Need is a strong word, darling."

With a slight squeeze of her knees around Regina's hips, Emma moaned, "It's accurate…"

Slipping under the cotton barrier into Emma's warmth, Regina's fingers explored the wet evidence of her arousal. "My needy little girl."

"Oh, Regina!"

"Do you ache for me, Emma?"

"Yes!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Ye-yes, Mommy."

Teasing the Savior's clit, she slowly circled the inner folds of her sex, "Do you want Mommy to make it feel good, baby?"

"P-please?"

Without further hesitation, purposeful fingers found their way to the blonde's opening. Slipping inside, Emma let out a long satisfied groan before rolling her hips against Regina's hand.

"You like that, do you?"

With a vigorous nod of her head, a shaky voice pleaded, "More, Mommy, please?"

"Oh, my little Swan is greedy as well as needy, is she?"

With another silent nod of Emma's head, Regina replied, "Very well." Positioning herself so she could add another finger, she watched as Emma moved to accommodate. She looked beautiful, leaning back, arching her back, mouth open, eyes closed, thighs wide, and Regina said as much, "You are perfect, just like this, Emma."

Blushing, the blonde chuckled, trying not to let the discomfort with how the compliment made her feel distract her away from the feeling Regina created between her thighs.

Stroking hard into Emma's wet sex, Regina cooed, "You are my perfect little girl."

The words hit the blonde hard, and seconds later, her orgasm followed, causing her to buck wildly against the Mayor's hand. When the convulsions ceased and the ability to speak returned to the Savior, she replied, "I am yours, Mommy."

A/N: That's it kids! This is how I'm ending this one, so I hope you liked it :)