Chapter 30

Regina spent most of the morning smiling and humming a tune as she worked around the kitchen. The sweet smell of cake baking filled the air. She mixed the powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla into a bowl. She didn't bake much, but she wasn't bad at it. She just preferred to concentrate on the entrées rather than desserts. Her plan had been to run down to the bakery and order a cake for her girlfriend. It would have been much better than one she could make, but Henry insisted she makes it from scratch. You would think this was his birthday with the way he was planning it.

"It smells amazing in here," Kathryn said.

Regina turned around with a grin, "I just hope she likes it."

"Are you kidding me? She'll love this. I'm sure she hasn't had someone fuss over her this much in her life," the blonde said walking up to the island.

Regina wasn't sure how to take that, "I'm not fussing over her. I'm just making a cake."

Kathryn laughed, "Yeah, okay. When is the last time you've made something other than apple pie?"

The brunette finished mixing her frosting and turned to her friend. Come to think of it, she hadn't made a cake in a long time. The one time she made Robin a cake, he never made it home to blow out the candles. She frowned, thinking about it now. Robin never appreciated anything she had done for him.

The timer on the oven went off and she grabbed the oven mitts to pull the cakes out. She set the two round cake pans on the cooling rack and sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't have listened to Henry. Maybe I should have ordered one." Her confidence was at a surprising low all the sudden.

Her friend smiled and reached out to squeeze Regina's arm, "No. She'll love it, I promise."

"I just want everything to go well. I want this to be a birthday worth remembering," Regina explained, more to herself than to her friend.

"Oh Regina," Kathryn chuckled. She pulled the other woman into a hug, "You and Henry already have that girl wrapped around your fingers. Something tells me that even if you burnt the dinner and drop the cake, Emma wouldn't care."

Regina stepped back from her friend, "You think?" She gave a tight-lipped smile, "I don't want to screw this up, Kathryn. I really, really like her and the more time I spend with her the more I like her. I don't want to disappoint her."

"Calm down, it's just a cake Regina," Her friend said, her smile falling slightly.

"I know that. She's been through a lot in her life and I want her to feel like she belongs in this family," the brunette was trying her best to explain. It was hard to find the right words.

Kathryn leaned her hip into the granite island top and crossed her arms over her chest. "What else are you not telling me."

Regina turned back to the frosting bowl, "I don't know what you mean."

"Uh huh, sure you don't. What happened last night," the blonde asked.

"Nothing happened, not sexual anyways. We just talk a little," she said whirling the spatula through the white frosting.

Kathryn appeared next to her, a small smile replacing the more serious expression, "You're falling hard, aren't you?"

Regina swallowed. She wasn't sure what was happening between Emma and her, but she liked it. She likes what she saw when she closed her eyes. She like the life they could have together. She liked the smile her son wore and the sound of his laughter. And she loved the way the other woman felt against her last night.

"Well," Kathryn asked when too much time passed from her last question?

Her brown eyes flicked up to meet the blue ones of her friend's, "Yes." It was a simple answer, but it was the only one she had. If Kathryn wanted her to elaborate, she wouldn't be able to. Not now anyway.

Kathryn grinned and nodded her understanding. Instead of asking more questions, she turned towards the frosting bowl, "What can I do to help with this birthday?"

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Emma tapped her foot nervously as she waited for Henry's session to finish. She went first, which she was thankful for now. It hadn't been as bad as she first thought it would be, but talking to a stranger about her life wasn't exactly the thing she wanted to do. Yet, she did make a promise to Henry and to herself.

She told the redheaded man about her life. She told him of her mother's death, her brother's murder, her father's treatment of her and the current predicament of not knowing who her father was. She left out the Albert Blackwell situation but filled in almost everything else. She was actually surprised that the man agreed to see her since she was a Nolan. Most people in the mental health field who practiced in Houston tried to avoid the Nolan's as if they were members of the mob. To a degree, she supposed they were like the mob.

"Hey," Regina's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"Hey," Emma found it suddenly funny how all her worries instantly melted away at seeing the older woman's face.

"I take it Henry's in there," She asked taking the blue plastic chair next to Emma.

The blonde nodded, "He's been in there for a little while. I lost so I had to go first."

The brunette quirked an eyebrow, "Lost?"

Emma licked her lips, "Uh, yeah. We played paper, rock, and scissors to see who went first. I lost."

A smile spread over the older woman's mouth and she leaned closer giving Emma a kiss on the cheek. The blonde wasn't sure what it was for, but she wasn't complaining.

"Sorry, I'm late. The errand I had, took longer than I thought. So, how did your interview go," Regina asked?

Emma shrugged, "Good I guess. I don't know anything until they finish interviewing the other applicant. Apparently, there are two of us."

"I'm sure you did great," Regina encouraged. The brunette looked at her watch and then glanced at Archie's office door. Emma could see something was on her mind.

The blonde reached over and took Regina's hand, "You okay?"

Regina chewed her bottom lip, "Did Henry talk to you?"

"Talk to me about what," She asked turning in her seat to get a better view of the woman beside her?

"He didn't happen to mention why he wanted to talk to Robin, did he," Regina's eyes were pleading?

Emma frowned, "No, he didn't. All he talked about is Peter and Felix passing their Chemistry tests, this appointment and my birthday." She wished she had something more to tell her concerning Henry, but she didn't. She should have asked him, but after the last time, she feared he wouldn't trust her.

Regina nodded her understanding and blew out a breath of air, "I called Zelena, to see if it was possible for Henry to see Robin. She informed me that he was out on bail."

Emma stiffened in her seat, "Out on bail? Why didn't she call us to let us know? After everything, he did to you." Emma's blood was starting to boil.

Regina squeezed her hand, "Stop, okay. It's over. I just need to decide rather I let Henry talk to him or not."

Emma caught movement out of the corner of her eye. When she looked up, she saw Henry standing quietly outside Archie's door, "Henry?" She managed a smile, "You all done?"

Henry slowly nodded his head, "Yeah, until next time."

She could tell by the look on his face that he had heard their conversation. Emma wasn't sure what that meant, but she was sure it couldn't be good. He was a headstrong child, and if he felt something strongly enough, not much would stop him.

Regina stood, "Are we ready to go?"

Henry gave a tight smile, "Yeah."

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Emma held her hand as the three of them walked into the parking garage. Henry had been in a strange mood after coming out of Archie's office, but within minutes, it seemed to melt away. He was laughing and joking with Emma. His excitement for Emma's birthday party had returned with vengeance.

"Emma Nolan," a woman's voice asked?

Regina turned to see a woman around Emma's age with brown hair and who also happened to be very attractive, standing near one of the parked cars. Emma looked up and immediately tensed, "Lilly?"

"I thought that was you," the woman walked closer and held out her arms to embrace the blonde.

Emma let go of Regina's hand to return the embrace. Just when the older brunette thought she would be jealous, Emma pulled away and stepped closer to her.

"Wow. What has it been, like ten years or something," Regina watched the woman count on her fingers?

"Yeah, it's been a while," Emma said through clenched teeth.

"How have you been," the woman seemed to completely ignore Regina and Henry. "From the newspapers, I'd say you really enjoyed your stay in New York."

Emma smiled politely and took Regina's hand, "That's not who I am now. If you'll excuse us."

Regina could hear the woman laugh behind them, "Not who you are now? It's only been a couple of months. I thought Neal had lost his mind when he said you fell in love with your daddy's lawyer's wife."

Emma's grip on Regina's hand tightened almost painfully as they walked. She was on a mission to get to the car and Regina wasn't about to object.

"Emma Nolan, playgirl now domesticated. So she was able to train you when so many others failed," the woman smirked.

Without warning, Emma let go of Regina's hand and stormed back to the woman. Regina grabbed her wrist but she wasn't fast enough. In a blink of an eye, Emma was in the woman face, "You don't know me. You may think you did, but you didn't. It's none of your business what I do."

Fear flashed in the other woman's eyes, but it was replaced with a cocky grin, "Oh, but I do know you, Emma. Or did you forget? You loved me once."

A laugh erupted from the blonde, "Yeah, a long time ago. We're not children anymore."

"Oh come on Em, you know you missed me," the woman's voice was just above a whisper, but the parking garage's acoustics enhanced it. "That's why you went through so many women. You were always looking for me."

Emma stared at the dark-haired woman for a moment. She laughed again, but this time, Emma couldn't stop it, "That's what you think? That I was looking for someone like you?" Regina's heart was beating fast. The more Emma laughed, the more scared she became.

"That's where you're so wrong. They were all like you. Every single one of them reminded me of you," Emma growled.

All confidence and pride the brown-haired woman had, was gone. She stood in shock at Emma's words. Maybe the laughter frightened her too.

"Come on Em," Henry said grabbing the blonde's hand.

Emma took the boys hand and let him lead her towards the car. Regina stared at Lilly for a moment. The realization of who this woman was hit her. She didn't feel jealous of her, but she was angry for the blonde. She had to let it go. As much as this girl hurt Emma, they were only children when it happened. It did shed light on why Emma had lived the life she had.

"I'm sorry," Emma said when Regina reached her car.

Regina stepped closer, "You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, Em. She's a loser. You have us now," Henry said louder than he needed.

Emma grinned, "You're right." She rustled Henry's hair.

"Where did you park," Regina asked looking around at the surrounding cars?

"Over there, I think," the blonde pointed.

"I'll see you two at the house, I guess," She asked looking from Emma to her son.

He nodded, "Yep."

After kissing Emma bye, she watched the two walk away as she opened her car door. She chewed lightly on her lower lip. It was time Emma felt she belonged somewhere. That somewhere was with her and Henry.

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Emma let Henry convince her to take a different route home. She would have told him, no, but she wanted to talk to him more. She didn't know how much information she could pry out of him, but she was willing to try.

"So, why the sudden interest to talk to Robin," She asked keeping her eyes on the road ahead.

Henry shrugged his shoulders, "I just want to discuss something with him."

"I see," She licked her lips turning her head to get a quick glance at him, "I know you're thinking about going and seeing him on your own, now he's not in jail."

Henry shot his eyes to meet hers in surprise, "How did you know that?"

Emma smiled but then her face sobered, "You're a lot like I was when I was younger. You don't have to tell me what you want to say to him, but Henry, please don't go to him alone. Either let me or your Grandpa take you."

The boy seemed to consider it, "Mom will want to take me and I don't want him anywhere near her."

Emma clenched her jaw at the marks the lawyer had left on Regina's face. She agreed with him, "Let me talk to her. I may be able to get her to agree for you and me to go."

The boy gave a sideways smile, "Okay, deal."

Now the blonde just hoped Regina would go along with it. It wasn't like Emma had the best reputation for keeping calm. Hell, Robin wouldn't like her bringing his son, but she wasn't going to give him a choice.

"Promise me you won't hurt my mom," Henry said looking out the passenger side window.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "I would never hurt her, Henry."

"I'm not just talking about hitting her like my dad did, I mean don't hurt her heart either," this time he was staring at the blonde.

She looked back for a second before turning back to the road, "I won't." She wasn't sure how much of herself she should share with the boy. He was only nine, but she didn't want to lie to him, "I'm in love with your mom and I will do everything I can to make her happy." She winked at him, "And I love you kid."

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She thought he might roll his eyes at her confession, but he didn't. Instead, he grinned, "Good, cause I love you too."

As they pulled into the driveway, Kathryn's car was the only one, "I guess no one is home yet."

"Guess not. Maybe mom had to stop by the store or something," the boy shrugged climbing out of the BMW.

Emma frowned. After the emotional rollercoaster of a day, she'd really hoped she'd be here. Regina's face was all she wanted to see right now. She wondered what it would be like to be greeted every day by the woman she loved after a long day at work. Something fluttered in the pit of her stomach and she smiled to herself.

"You coming," Henry asked impatiently?

The blonde nodded yes and got out of the car. Her smile must have been on the outside too because Henry was looking at her funny. She gave a tight-lipped smile and quickly looked away. She started for the house.

Just as she had made it up the steps of the porch, Henry grabbed her arm, "You don't scare easily, right?"

Emma glanced down at the boy, puzzled, "Scare easily? I don't guess, why?"

He shrugged his shoulder letting her continue to the door, "No reason, just curious."

She eyed him skeptically but reached for the doorknob. She swung the door open and stepped inside. The house swam in the amazing aromas of sweet cake and something more savory. Emma's stomach growled. It smelled fantastic.

"Come on, let's go see what's cooking," Henry said pulling the blonde slightly by the wrist.

Whatever Kathryn was cooking did peak her interest.

Just as they stepped through the kitchen doorway, people from everywhere jumped out, "SURPRISE!"

Emma startled, looking around at all the faces. There was Kathryn, Regina, Doctor Mills, August, Zelena, Anton, Killian, Freddy and of course Millie. She was surprised. She was trying to wrap her head around what all these people were doing here and why they shouted at her. Part of her was wondering where in Hell they had all parked.

She felt a small tug on her wrist and she looked down, "They're here for your party."

Emma stared at the kid for a moment before glancing back up into the face that filled the kitchen. Her eyes fell on the brown ones of Regina. The brunette's expression was one of worry and instantly Emma knew it was because of her. She smiled and rustled the top of Henry's hair.

"Wow. You guys didn't have to do all this," She said modestly.

Relief washed over Regina's face and she made her way over to where Emma stood, "Happy birthday." She whispered with a small smile, "I hope this is okay. Henry planned everything, so technically it's his fault."

Emma laughed, "No, it's awesome. Thank you."

Regina leaned closer giving the blonde a meaningful peck on the lips, before pulling away, "I hope you're hungry. I wasn't sure what your favorite dish was and Henry said to make lasagna."

"Lasagna is my new favorite," Emma grinned.

The crowd one by one hugged Emma wishing her a happy birthday as they made their way to the formal dining room. There was a knock on the door, but no one seemed to notice except Emma. She paused letting the last person pass her and turned to go for the front door.

Opening it, her eye widened slightly, "Hey, Doctor Johnson, right?"

The woman smiled, "its Ellen and Sorry I'm late. I couldn't get away from the hospital any sooner."

"You're not late. You're just in time," Emma gestured for the woman to enter and took the bottle of wine from her.

The woman followed her through the entryway to the dining room. Everyone was pulling up chairs when Regina looked up with a bright smile, "Ellen, hey. Everyone, this is Ellen."

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the woman. Doctor Mills stood, "Ellen? What are you doing here?" His expression was of shock, but still soft.

"I invited her," Regina said, pointing to the chair across from her father.

Doctor Mills was still trying to figure out what he missed and how his daughter knew his secret girlfriend, but his happiness was evident. Emma watched the way he looked at the woman and her heart melted. She knew her girlfriend felt guilty about not knowing the woman, but she had a feeling it would all work out.

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The birthday dinner had gone off without a hitch. Emma loved the lasagna, as always. Everyone was laughing and talking amongst themselves, while Henry watched them. Most of his childhood had been spent with just his mom, Kathryn, and his Grandfather. His father was never around and he'd never even known any other family members. He liked the feeling. Most of all he loved how happy everyone seemed. His mom hadn't smiled so much in all his life. His Grandfather seemed lighter, probably because Ellen wasn't a huge secret anymore. One Henry had helped keep. Even Emma had a new light in her eyes. A light that replaced the darkness and pain that was there before. This was their family.

"Okay, time for presents," Henry called out.

He took off running for the garage to grab the present he had work so hard on. He located it and ran back inside. It was well wrapped, thanks to his Aunt Kathryn, but its large square size made it hard for him to hold with only one hand. When he returned to the dining room, everyone was waiting patiently, but he stopped at the doorway. Fear started to wash over him. What if she didn't like it? What if she was mad at him for making it?

"Henry? Is everything okay," his mother asked?

He chewed his bottom lip but nodded. He slowly walked over to where Emma sat. He held out the 2 foot by 2 foot wrapped square shaped gift.

Emma took it, but he could see she was concerned about him. He tried to smile, but it was weak, "I hope you like it."

He watches as Emma carefully tore the paper away. With each tear, the anticipation was excruciating. Finally, the paper was pulled off revealing the collage he had made.

At first, the boy wasn't sure how to gauge the blonde's reaction. She seemed to let her eyes move from one image to another. Her jaw was tight. Henry swallowed, chewing harder on his lip. Suddenly a tear rolled down Emma's cheek and he felt panicked. He glanced up at his mother who was watching with just as much curiosity as him. Emma reached her finger up to trace a few of the images. The collage was pictures of her mother that he had collected from every magazine he could find.

"I'm sorry," Henry started. "I thought you would want-," His words were cut off when the blonde grabbed him in a tight hug, lifting him off the floor.

"I-I love it," her voice cracked and more tears fell.

August, who sat next to his sister turned the frame so everyone one could see. Henry heard several gasps pass around the table, "Grandpa, Freddy and Aunt Kathryn helped. Freddy helped me cut out the pictures. Grandpa helped me make the frame and Aunt Kathryn wrapped it."

Slowly the blonde released the child and sat him back down. She wiped her face and smiled, "Thank you."

"Well, that blows my gift out of the water," August said. Everyone at the table laughed.

He handed the blonde a folder. Henry watched as the blonde took it, eyeing her brother cautiously, "Please tell me this doesn't come with stipulations." Another round of laughter passed through the dining room.

She opened the folder, her eyes scanning the document. Henry stood on tiptoe to read over her shoulder. He couldn't make out what it said as Emma was shaking from the last gift, "The title to the BMW?"

"Yeah," August said. "A clear title. The car belongs to you," he smiled.

Emma chuckled, "You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did. You've lost enough. As your big brother, I have to make sure you're taken care of," he said.

"Thank you," Emma smiled.

Henry sat down at his end of the table. He watched as everyone gave the blonde a gift or a card. To tell the truth, he just wanted Emma to have his gift, now he was ready for cake. He didn't mean to be selfish, but hey, he's nine.

He was pretty sure his mom had gotten Emma a gift too, but when his grandfather asked, "Are we ready for cake?"

Henry watched his mother stand, "Let me go grab it."

He chimed in, "You didn't give Emma her present yet."

All eyes were now on his mom and he saw the hint of panic pass over her face, "Right." She walked out into the entryway and within a few seconds, she returned. She walked over to Emma and held out a small wrapped box. It reminded Henry of some sort of jewelry box, but he was sure it was too soon for that.

Emma took it with a smile and began to unwrap it. Once the paper was removed, she slowly lifted the lid. Her mouth fell open and everyone was straining their necks to get a peek. Henry's curiosity was getting the better of him too, so he climbed up on his knees in his chair to get a better view.

The blonde pulled a silver square-shaped piece of metal from the box to examine it, "My Zippo."

"You left your jacket in Henry room that night and when I picked it up, the lighter fell out of your pocket. I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday, so I took it to a jeweler and had it cleaned up and a new engraving put on it," His mom explained.

Emma flipped the object over in her hand, "Emma Swan." She looked at his mom with confusion for a moment but then smiled. She stood and grabbed the brunette in her arms and hugged her tightly, "It's perfect."

Zelena started laughing uncontrollably from her seat at the table. Everyone looked at her as if she'd lost her mind, including Henry. Emma released his mom and looked at the redhead with a grin, "Shut up."

August and the other guest looked from one woman to the other hoping to be let in on the joke. Clearly, Zelena was in no position to respond or elaborate. Emma rolled her eyes, "I may have thought the jail stole my lighter."

Zelena laughed harder, "May have?"

"Okay, I flipped out a little when I couldn't find it," Emma blushed.

"Oh, I think it was more than a little. I thought that cop was going to arrest you again, especially when you yelled at her and knocked her hands away from you," Zelena said, trying to control her chuckles.

Henry's mom looked shocked, "Oh my God, I am so sorry. I should have told you I found it."

Emma laughed pulling his mom in for a quick kiss. Henry thought his mom would be embarrassed kissing Emma in front of everyone, but to his surprise, she wasn't. He couldn't help the smile he was wearing. This is what parents were supposed to be like, not the way his father had been with his mother. The light in his mother's eyes was worth more than Robin Locksley had ever offered him in his life. He promised Emma he wouldn't go see his father alone, but he would have to break it if his mother said no. He sighed to himself, he hoped she didn't.

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After everyone had gone home and Henry and Kathryn were in bed, Emma sat on the edge of Regina's bed staring down at the Zippo in her hand. She smiled thinking of the laughter at the table earlier. The lighter had been buffed so well that Emma could make out her mother's initials below the quote. She flipped it over and let her thumb rub over the newly engraved name. If they thought she freaked out before, let her lose it now and see what happened.

"I do hope you like it. I didn't mean to cause worry over it," Regina's voice said from the master bath doorway.

Emma glanced up with a smile, "I love it and the worry was worth it. Thank you for tonight, and the cake." She chuckled, "I've never had someone make a cake for me."

Regina was drying her hair with a towel as she walked closer, "Not even your mother?"

"She tried once." Emma laughed again, "But it set off the water sprinkler in our penthouse and ruined almost everything."

Regina gasped covering her mouth, "Oh no. What did your fa-?" She corrected herself, "What did David Nolan say?"

Emma sobered at the man's name, "He never found out. My mom had everything replaced before he got back from some business trip. To tell you the truth, I don't think he would've noticed even if she didn't buy new stuff. It wasn't like he was home enough." As if for the first time, Emma noticed Regina was wearing her silk robe that only came to about a quarter of the way down her thighs. Her wet hair had been combed back and her make up washed away. Emma's throat went dry.

She cleared it hoping for relief, "Umm, Swan, huh?" She turned her attention back to the lighter in her hand.

"Henry gave me the idea. You don't seem to mind when my dad calls you Swan and with the situation, you know, Gold and Nolan, I figured you deserved your own name," the brunette said tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear.

"I love it. Emma Swan. It has a great ring to it," she smiled.

There was a brief moment of silence and Emma sat the lighter down on the end table. She turned back to Regina, "I'm sorry about today in the parking garage."

"Emma, you have nothing to apologize. I already told you that," Regina said tossing the towel down on the foot of the bed.

"I just want you to know how grateful I am for everything, not just the party, or presents, but everything, and I want you to know you can trust me." Emma was starting to ramble, but she needed Regina to know that.

Regina gave a small smile. Her hand moved to the knotted cord on her robe and started to untie it. There was a different look in her eye now and Emma swallowed. She reached up and put her hand over Regina's to stop her, "You don't have to do that. You said you wanted to wait and I'm okay with that, truly."

Regina bit down on her bottom lip, "I want this, Emma. I want you."

Emma slowly let her hand drop as she watched the other woman's eyes. Regina's hands untied the silk cord and the robe slipped open. The dryness in Emma's throat from before was back with a vengeance when she saw Regina was naked beneath the covering.

Regina stepped forward, letting the gray silk robe fall from her shoulders. She straddled the blonde's lap, capturing her lips with her own. Emma groaned into her mouth moving her hands to rest on the brunette's naked hips.

The kiss was slow and sensual. She pulled back to see Regina's expression. She needed to see if there was any doubt. When she saw nothing but Regina darkened irises and enlarged pupils, she recaptured the other woman's mouth. She let her hand glide up the smooth contours of Regina's back, pulling her closer.

The thin t-shirt Emma wore did nothing to protect her from the feel of Regina's hardened nipples rubbing against her own. She quickly reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. The feel of Regina's bare breast against hers was almost more than she could stand. She wanted to devour this woman, but she wanted to worship her at the same time.

Regina already admitted that she hadn't been with anyone besides Locksley and Emma planned to take it slow. She wanted the brunette to set the pace and call the shots. That was if Emma could hold out that long.

Before she could worry about that, Regina deepened the kiss. Her tongue exploring every inch of Emma's mouth, she stopped briefly to nip at the younger woman's bottom lip. Emma was putty in her hands.

Regina moved from Emma's mouth and trailed wet kisses down her throat. The blonde's heart was racing and her breath became labored. However cliché it might sound, Emma had never been this turned on by another person. It could have been that she had been drunk all the other times, but she liked the romantic scenario better and decided she would go with that.

The brunette pushed her back causing her to lie on the bed. Soft, warm hands moved smoothly over her heated skin. They glided down her neck over her collarbone pausing to cup her breasts. She seemed slightly unsure, but Emma wanted to allow her all the time she needed. It was her body that disagreed.

Nimble fingers found her nipples. She arched her back up off the mattress with a groan. Emma bit down hard on her own lip and closed her eyes as she silently begged her body to hold on for a bit longer. She gasped as Regina's hot wet mouth sucked one of her nipples past her lips, letting her tongue dance over the hardened bud.

She was on the verge of losing her mind. Emma could no longer control the movement of her hips. They took on a mind of their own, trying frantically to make contact with Regina's body. One of Regina's hands slid downward. Her fingers grazed ever so lightly over the crotch of Emma's boy shorts.

Emma couldn't take it. If she allowed this woman to touch her now, it would be all over before anything started. Her cheeks reddened at the thought. In one fast movement, Emma flipped their positions. Regina was now on her back and Emma, on top of her. Before the woman could protest, she claimed her lips. She savored in the feeling of their mouths moving in sync with one another.

She pulled back and gazed into the darkened brown orbs that stared at her. There was something else in the other woman's eyes, but she wasn't completely sure what it was. A small smile spread across Regina's face. She couldn't help but return the gesture.

Emma leaned in, kissing her again. So far, this was the blonde's new favorite thing to do. She kissed her way down the older woman throat. Regina's hands found the back of Emma's neck and she gently grazed her fingernails over the sensitive flesh there as the blonde moved lower. The brunette's fingernails dug in a bit harder when she pulled a dusky pink nipple into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the erect flesh and the woman below her groaned rocking her hips upwards. Emma growled when Regina's bare sex rubbed against the crotch of her wet boy shorts.

Emma moved lower. Her lips kissing every inch of skin she passed. She wanted to worship this body and that's what she intended to do. She let her tongue flick against different areas of flesh, slowing even more as she reached the small patch of dark curls at the apex of Regina's thighs. She kissed the insides of the brunette's legs as gently as she could before taking one last look at her face. Brown eyes were glued to her, watching her every move. Regina's scent filled her nostrils making, even more, wetness pool in her underwear. She lowered her head and placed a soft kiss on the woman's lower lips. A small hiss escaped Regina's mouth and she dropped back down to the bed.

Emma let the flat of her tongue glide effortlessly over the slick glistening folds. Hips moved up, desperate to feel more of the blonde's mouth. Emma smiled but allowed Regina the pressure she was seeking. With the palms of her hands, the blonde pushed the other woman's legs further apart. She hummed in satisfaction at the amount of arousal she found coating the brunette's sex.

"Emma, please," she hadn't noticed Regina raise her head and was now watching her with pleading eyes.

With that, Emma lowered her head running her tongue through the soaked folds. A groan sounded somewhere above her and she took that as her cue. Finding the swollen bundle of nerves wasn't hard, and she set a pace with her tongue. Hands were now at her scalp and the moans were more frequent. Emma couldn't remember having this raw urge to please someone so much as she did at this very moment. She slowly pressed two fingers inside the other woman and was rewarded by a louder moan. The fingers tangled in her hair were tightening into fists.

"Oh my God," the brunette panted.

Regina's hips were now rocking to the rhythm of Emma's fingers. The blonde sucked the clit into her mouth and Regina cried out. Her back arching off the mattress pulling Emma's face closer with the grip she had in her hair.

Emma could do this all night. She was glad she had her boy shorts on because there would be a very large wet spot on Regina's white comforter. She curled her fingers upwards and sucked harder. The brunette's legs began to tremble and she cried out again. This time she was riding out her orgasm. It was the most amazing thing Emma had ever witnessed.

After a few moments, Regina's body jerked each time the blonde licked her now overly sensitive clit. She stopped, placing a soft kiss on the inside of one of Regina's thighs. She slowly climbed up the woman's body and lay on top of her.

Regina's eyes were closes as her chest rose and fell heavily. Emma reached out and brushed a dampened lock of hair from her forehead. A second of worry filled her when the other woman stayed that way. Before Emma could say anything, the other woman opened her eyes.

"Wow," was Regina's response.

Emma had never been one to be self-conscious of her abilities in bed. Then again this was the first time she had been sober and the first time she had feelings for the person in bed, "Is wow a good thing?"

Regina licked her lips, looking up at the blonde strangely, "It is a very good thing." She reached up grabbing the side of the blonde's face and pulled her down for a kiss. The kiss wasn't heated or intense. It was sensual and soft. It had meaning and Emma could feel it. When Regina released her she stared down at her in awe. It wasn't magic, or even a kiss to see fireworks. It was a kiss that let Emma know that this woman felt more for her than she originally thought. Emma would give nearly anything to hear those three little words directed at her, but for now, she would take the kiss.

Without warning, Regina rolled Emma onto her back. Hungry lips were back on hers and a hand slipped beneath the waistband of her under ware. Emma gasped when she felt the other woman's fingers slip through her folds and grazed over her clit. Her hips bucked forward and she knew she wouldn't last long. She found herself somewhat hoping the woman would be a clumsy first-time lover so she wouldn't come too quickly, but as the fingers in her boy shorts continued to move with expert precision, she knew it wasn't long now.

Regina kissed and bit lightly at her neck while her finger messaged the bundle of nerves between her legs. Emma's body felt possessed. Even if she wanted the other woman to stop, though she didn't, she wouldn't be able to. Her breathing was labored and her hands were gripping Regina's hips. Just when Emma thought she couldn't take any more, Regina slipped those same fingers inside her, "Shit."

Her brain was mush and all her mind could concentrate on was Regina's fingers pumping in and out of her, "I'm going to come."

She felt the other woman smile into her neck. Emma's Hips rocked fast and hard and just as her orgasm washed over her, Regina whispered, "I love you."

Emma cried out, holding the other woman tightly. As she rode out the aftershocks, she felt Regina retract her hand and kiss her neck just below her earlobe. Emma couldn't be positive that was what the other woman had said, but it did sound like it.

The brunette nestled in the younger woman's neck, her arm draped over Emma's stomach, "I'll take that as you liked it."

Emma couldn't help the laugh, "That's an understatement. I was actually hoping you were a little greener at this."

Regina raised her head up and looked at the blonde with confusion, "Why?"

Emma chuckled, "So I wouldn't be the one-minute woman." Heat rose to her cheeks.

A smile spread across the other woman's face, "Who said I was done with you. I will gladly help you debunk that statement."

Emma grinned. She wanted to ask Regina what she had said, but she would hate to be wrong on what she heard, so instead, she sat up. Emma pulled the edge of the covers down and slipped under them. She took her underwear off and held them out from under the blanket, "Round two it is." She tossed the pink boy shorts to the floor and smiled when Regina hurried to join her.