A/N: This chapter is like 2x longer than both the previous 2 chapters combined lol it really just blew up and I just kept writing and writing and I was like "I have to stop" but the more I wrote, and the more elements I added, I just wanted to resolve them or make everything I wrote previously have some sort of significance. But alas, if I tried to make every meaningful quote important later on, or explain/explore more of the other characters, this fic would never friggin' end. So I'm ending it here, plotholes and all.

So enjoy, the final chapter.

Drawn to You

What in the world convinced her that this was in any way a bright idea? Why she decided to listen to Kathryn and go to this party was truly beyond her because right now, while she's sitting on one of the couches beside an overly enthusiastic couple, she couldn't recall any of those so called 'good reasons' that convinced her to come here in the first place.

She does remember one particular reason, it was actually something Kathryn had said to her, though to be honest, she was more convinced by how irritated she got from the sentence than the sentence itself.

"Regina, come on, live a little, it's your 3rd year in college and you haven't been to any parties!" And for good reason, she thought as she clutched her solo cup tightly. She took a tiny sip out of it because she wasn't used to alcohol and the taste burned her mouth. But it was probably the only thing she could drink here so she begrudgingly got a cup and has just been slowly sipping out of it the entire night.

This was a stupid idea, she said to herself for the thousandth time and really, the main reason she had come here was this tiny niggling feeling in the back of her mind saying go for it which caused her to accept.

Damn voice in the back of her mind. She's never going to listen to it ever again.

The party was loud, rowdy and everyone was either grinding together in a writhing orgy of a mess or passed out from drinking or, she thinks with a grimace, they're like this couple here and probably having too much fun in one of the rooms. She's not a prude, no, she's had sex before; it just wasn't an enjoyable experience for her so she didn't understand what was so great about it.

After a year of dating around both men and women – because she couldn't quite forget blond and blue-green eyes – she pretty much swore off dating after a string of boring dates and mediocre sex and she refuses to think that maybe her heart never came back that day at the museum, maybe it'll never come back.

Oh, she spotted her friend Kathryn.

The blonde woman was flailing her arms around as she danced like a lunatic to this heavy bass music – if you could call it music. After shifting in her seat and crossing her legs she realized that she needed to pee. She didn't want to think about how gross the washrooms probably were and got up, tried to make her way by weaving through the gyrating bodies but was accosted by some man who literally chest bumped her until she found herself trapped by a wall.

"Excuse me, could you get out of my way?" She spat out, but the man just rested his palms on both sides of her head and gave her a drunken smile.

"C'mon girl, been watching you all night, you were just sitting on the couch. Why don't I show you a good time and get this party really started?" She didn't even bother hiding her disgust because really? 'Watching you all night'? That's not creepy at all.

"On the contrary, letting you 'show me a good time' will make this party experience even worse than it already is. Now could you get away from me or shall I stab you with my heel?" She said with exasperation; she wasn't really expecting a reply because she highly doubt these plebeians, as inebriated as they are, could process her full, coherent sentences.

She was right of course, because the man towering over her had scrunched up his face in confusion; apparently he also couldn't process his threat because he simply pressed his body into hers some more. Before she could push him off however, the man was torn off her body and practically thrown onto the floor.

"You need to take a walk, buddy."

Regina nearly gasped at the voice because it's not possible, but that didn't mean her head didn't immediately snap to the person that helped her. The man grumbled, apparently he didn't want any trouble, and just stumbled away without a fuss. But Regina didn't even notice, all she was blonde hair and when she was met with beautiful green eyes she nearly swooned when her saviour breathed out, "My Queen."

"Emma" the name a faint whisper on her lips, as if speaking the name too loudly would somehow make the person in front of her disappear. And oh, seeing the other woman was like she's been lost at sea all this time and Emma was the boat that had come to rescue her. The blonde didn't even say anything, she just stepped right up to her, their bodies colliding and slotting together like a puzzle, and wrapped her arms around her.

Emma was so much taller than her now and oh god, she smelled so good, like vanilla and wildflowers, and Regina felt so safe in the woman's arms. She felt herself gripping the blonde's plaid shirt so hard, she feared she would tear it, but she didn't want to let go, never wanted to let go.

"I missed you" were the muffled words against her hair and all she could do was hug tighter and nod into the pale stretch of neck before her. She didn't know how long they just stood like that, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it, but she was willing to spend an eternity just like this. Regina honestly didn't think they would ever meet again, the last time was purely a coincidence, and to be honest, she's really just grateful that she didn't have to wait nearly as long to see Emma again as she had to last time.

"Emma?" She felt strong arms reluctantly loosen and eventually let go when someone called the blonde's name. They both turned to see a tall brunette with long straight hair and dark eyes looking at them strangely. "Who's this?" The brunette said, not quite hiding her spite and Regina picked it up instantly because she wasn't a stranger to people hating her.

But Emma, sweet Emma, simply wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged tightly in reassurance, "This is Regina, my one and only Queen." The blonde grinned brightly, and Regina couldn't stop her face from flushing. Emma squeezed her waist until she looked up at her, "This is Lily," she nodded towards the scowling brunette, "my girlfriend."

Regina felt herself nearly faint from that because her Emma, her saviour, and mine mine mine. And Regina has never felt possessive over anything or anyone, so this intense bout of jealousy she was feeling at the moment was foreign to her.

It certainly explained the scowl the brunette was carrying though. "Hey babe," she narrowed her eyes at the over exaggerated word, it was obvious that the other brunette was not liking the physical contact between her and Emma, "could you get me a drink? Thanks babe."

The tall blonde frowned for a bit because she didn't really have much say in that 'command' but decided to listen anyway; Regina already hates this girlfriend since she doesn't like anyone demanding things from the blonde. "I'll be back soon," Emma said more to Regina than her own girlfriend and Regina tried her best not to feel smug but it was inevitable. When her saviour was gone though, the scowl on the brunette's face transformed into vicious anger.

"Listen, I don't get this whole queen thing but whoever the hell you think you are Emma is taken, by me, you understand?" if that wasn't cliché enough, the woman jabbed a finger at her and Regina was just so tired of being pushed around. Regina has changed, changed so much after she finally got out from under her mother's thumb; she finally became her own person. She's learned she could fire back with just as much fierceness and she's learned not to be afraid.

"No, you insignificant worm, what you need to understand is that whoever Emma interacts with is her choice. She can make her own damn decisions and you don't get to control her like that, girlfriend or not." Because Regina knew all about people controlling all aspects of her life, knows what the lack in choices could do to a person and she never wants Emma to ever go through that. Not if she could help it.

The brunette looked like she was either going to pounce or break her face but a breathless "I'm back" stopped her. Emma practically shoved the drink into her girlfriend's hands and gently guided her away from Regina. "Here's your drink Lily. Hey can I talk to Regina alone? Thanks." Emma said it all in one breath so both brunettes were still bewildered when the blonde whisked Regina away with strong pale arms until they found themselves in a room.

The door barrier made the room much too quiet and Regina's thoughts were so loud she was afraid Emma could hear them. She desperately tried not to think of together and room and one bed but it was difficult and she fought valiantly against a blush.

She was broken out of her thoughts when hands cupped her face and she found herself staring into caring green eyes, "You okay?"

"Yes" she breathed out and it was thoughts of Emma has a girlfriend and too much too close and god, those lips that Regina knew she had to escape, "I need to go to the washroom, excuse me." She pushed her way past the blonde and practically ran away.

It was the quiet of the washrooms that brought forth deep regret.

She hated that she had to run away from the one person she never wanted to be away from. It was the only way she could stop herself from doing something despicable, such as make Emma a cheater.

She wondered when it became so complicated with Emma. It was never complicated before but then again, they were young before. And now there's hormones and feelings and for god's sake she's only met Emma three times but each time only makes her crave more but she can't because there's now there's this Lily existence and Emma is 'taken'. Plus she didn't even know if Emma felt the same.

Regina thinks she fell for the blonde at first sight.

Thinking about their first meeting always brought a smile to her face. Despite the bullying, seeing Emma for the first time was the one bright spot in her memories. And god, Emma still called her 'my Queen' and each utterance brought a shiver down her back because the blonde said it with such reverence that she wanted to hear Emma repeatedly call her that as she brought her into climax over and over and dammit.

She groans into her hands because no, no, no she didn't want to taint their first memory together by lusting after Emma. She's never lusted after anybody before, and this sudden arousal by simply thinking about the blonde was frightening and new and it was probably what was missing from all those dates.

She thinks she's been sitting in the washroom long enough so she forces herself to get up and out before she thinks better of it. When she stepped out though, she was practically assaulted by the partying and the noise and she forgot just how effective those doors were when they shut. She spots Emma but she's off with Lily in a corner as they spoke to each other at an intimate distance and she finds it hard to look at so she walks right over to the bar.

She doesn't have much experience with alcohol, nor does she know what a good drink actually was. They all burned down her throat the same so she picked up a shot of tequila and downed it like everyone around her and there were cheers and whoops and she wanted to gag from the vile taste.

She thinks maybe it would taste better after a few more shots, she also thinks that maybe if she got drunk enough she could stop thinking about the beautiful blonde and some hussy that probably doesn't deserve her, standing in the next room.

Three shots in and she could barely stand, but her head was pleasantly buzzed and the world felt like it was tilted on an axis. Her heart was beating abnormally fast and she barely strings together the coherent thought that maybe drinking so much so fast was a bad idea, but then everyone was cheering and she found herself cheering along with them.

She takes a step to ready another shot but her feet somehow missed the ground and suddenly everything was swirling. She thought she heard someone call her name but all she saw was black soon after.

"Oh my god." She groused.

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the massive pounding in her head. It was worse than everyone has ever described, it was like a truck ramming itself repeatedly against the side of her skull and she squeezed her head in vain to stop the constant throbbing. The sunlight was killer on her eyes and she couldn't even move her head away because every movement was painful.

She laid there for what felt like hours but was more accurately about 30 minutes before she began to realize that she was in bed. How did she get in bed? It was at that point when she noticed the feeling of an arm around her. Her eyes flew open in panic when she thought that she might have slept with someone in her drunken state.

"Shit." The sudden influx of light was painful but the simple action of propping herself up was hell on earth. She held her head in her hands for another good 30 minutes before the world finally stopped spinning and she could get a good look at her bedmate. The arm was slim and pale and led to an unruly head of blonde curls. She thinks maybe? And hopes against hope that it was her favourite blonde beside her and not just some pretty blonde she took to bed because she was reminded of Emma.

Her bedmate appeared to be wearing clothes but she was stripped down to her underwear and things were not looking good for her. Emma or not, sleeping with someone while highly intoxicated was never a good idea and she really needed to know who was beside her so she could figure out her next step.

After a few minutes of contemplation, she carefully grabbed a few blonde locks and lifted them up to see the face underneath. She gasped loudly when she saw who it really was and the noise unfortunately caused the other woman to stir.

"R'gina?"

"Emma?"

There was shifting and she felt the arm around her torso tighten and pull. She yelped when she fell down beside the blonde and Emma instantly latched on to her, turning her body around so that she was spooned by the taller woman. "Too early. Sleep more" was grumbled into the back of her neck and Regina felt every breath. Goddammit Regina, she just woke up and she's already feeling aroused from being around the other woman and the arm that had slowly migrated from upper body to abdomen was not helping matters.

It was mid panic that she felt an unsettling in her stomach. "Oh crap." She quickly pushed the arm away so she could get up and raced to the washroom. Next thing she knew, everything was coming back up her throat.

She felt a hand on her back, her medium length hair was pulled away for her and suddenly she's grateful that she was stripped down to a bra. The hand on her back began to trace soothing circles as encouraging words of comfort were cooed into her ear while she threw her stomach contents past porcelain lips. She groaned and vowed never to be this stupid again when she was done and the woman beside her simply chuckled and wrapped her up in strong, safe arms.

They stayed there for a long moment on cold tile as Regina enjoyed the feeling of being in Emma's arms again as the blonde hummed a mindless tune.

She regretted moving because somehow it indicated that she was well again and Emma brought them both to stand, first shuffling them over to the sink so she could rinse out her mouth, then over to the bed. "C'mon, lie down some more, I'll go grab you some water."

And it was sweet but the sight of Emma turning around and leaving caused Regina to panic "No!" she grappled at the thin tank, the material stretching into impossible lengths as Regina desperately pulled to keep the woman from leaving. "Stay! Please."

Blue-green eyes blinked for a few moments in contemplation before Emma agreed, "Okay" she said, and slid into the bed until she wrapped Regina up in her arms again. Regina loved being here, being in the blonde's arms, she thinks home and never wants to lose it again.

They lay there in peace for a long moment and she feels herself feeling better already; Regina has her head tucked under Emma's chin and Emma's pressing kisses on the crown of her head. She doesn't want to ruin the moment but she can't seem to control her thoughts and actions when she's around the other woman.

"Why her?"

Emma pulls back in confusion, "Why who?" and Regina huffs out irritated because she wonders why Emma wasn't thinking about this more.

"Why Lily?"

Green eyes widen in realization, "oh" before they turn sheepish and Emma's clearing out her throat thinking of what to say. "Can you promise me that you won't hate me after I tell you?"

Regina's confused because she could never hate Emma but she nods in reassurance anyway.

The blonde clears her throat again and Regina takes a hold of one of her hands and squeezes lightly "Okay, so, before I could graduate high school, I aged out of the system."

Her eyes widen in shock at the statement, "Oh, Emma…" she begins to bring both her hands up to cup the woman's face but was stopped short by two strong hands.

"Listen to the whole thing before you start feeling sorry for me, because I did a bad thing after." Now she's really curious, so she nods and waits for the woman to continue. "So, anyway, aged out, no where to go, I couldn't exactly go to college and jobs require a home address. So I um, I was homeless for a while, wandered the streets looking for food and odd jobs and," the blonde inhales quickly, "that's when I met Lily. She was an orphan too but like, she was adopted and by this really rich family. Anyway, we met when I was stealing some pop tarts from a convenience store and she helped me out. We started to hang out afterwards and eventually we got close enough that she introduced me to her family."

The taller woman paused and frowned for moment. "I need to sit up for this" she said, and propped herself up until she was leaning against the headboard. Regina blinked and then decided to sit up as well. When they were both comfortably seated beside each other Emma continued, "Her family allowed me to use their house as my address for job resumes and interviews. I managed to get a few jobs because of that, so you can imagine I was pretty grateful to Lily."

Regina had a feeling she knew where this was going and didn't like it.

"So when… she kissed me and asked if I wanted to go out I said yes because I was afraid of-" a palm slapped over the blonde's face mid-sentence as she groaned up at the ceiling, "god this makes me sound like such an ass."

"Emma, no, it doesn't." Regina pulled the hand away from the woman's face and tugged until green eyes met brown. "You were trying to survive. Anyone else would have done the same thing; if anything, Lily was the one who manipulated you because she knew you couldn't refuse."

Emma just smiled, "So you don't hate me?"

Regina just cupped the side of her jaw and rubbed a thumb affectionately across her cheek. "No, I love you too much to hate you."

That earned a smile for Regina. The blonde turned and nuzzled against her palm for a bit, pressing a kiss there before she slowly leaned in until their foreheads met and she hesitantly whispered out "I really want to kiss you, my Queen." And Regina shivered because the combination of the request and just the way Emma called her 'my Queen' shook the very core of her being.

"I want you to kiss me, my Saviour." She whispered back and they both closed the inch of distance between them until their lips met and Regina heard angels sing and felt the heavens open up and god, she's never been a religious person before but this might actually make her believe in higher power.

When a probing muscle begged entrance she immediately parted her lips and moaned so loudly, she would've been embarrassed if she wasn't so preoccupied with how amazing it felt when Emma's tongue brushed the roof of her mouth. Without breaking contact, Regina managed to maneuver herself until she was sitting in Emma's lap and gasped when an arm roughly pulled at her waist until their bodies practically meshed together and a thigh was purposely placed between her legs.

It felt so good, better than anything Regina has ever experienced and she found herself wrapping her arms around lean shoulders and slowly grinded against the thigh.

"R'gina" the blonde muttered in between kisses and nudged her a little, "Regina, stop." A pale hand flew up and accidentally pressed against her breasts and she moaned against thin lips, "Regina!" Emma yelled out louder and she abruptly pulled away.

Both of them were flushed and completely breathless but Regina wondered if she did something wrong, "Are you okay?" she asked because the blonde looked like she was trying to keep a polite distance even though Regina was still in her lap.

"We…" Emma's eyes glanced down to her bruised lips and looked as if she was trying to remember why she made them stop in the first place, "we need to slow down."

"Oh," and right, of course, Emma was being sensible and this was far too important to rush. There were also a lot of things they had to discuss as well, "you're right, and you need to figure out what you're going to do with Lily as well."

"What?" the blonde woman seemed utterly confused for a moment, "Oh right I forgot to tell you, we broke up last night."

Regina raised an eyebrow at that, well that was a quick. "Maybe you were right about slowing down." She said slowly, "I hope you're not always this nonchalant about breaking up with people and you don't throw me away nearly as quick once we sleep together."

And even though she was half joking, Emma practically panics and tries desperately to explain herself, "What?! I mean, no! Never! I mean- Lily's great and all – she got me up on my feet and helped me get my GED and now I'm finally here and that's also kinda why I'm 2 years below you – but like, yeah, no, I'm grateful – really I am - but it would be unfair for her because I don't love her. I love you, and she's not you, she'll never be you. I just- When I saw you I just wanted to do this right, ask you out, take you to romantic dinners, bring you flowers and I- I needed to break up with her first-"

"Emma" the idea of the blonde taking her out for romantic dinners brought a flutter to her stomach and Regina pressed down firmly on the blonde's shoulders to try and stop her babbling, "Emma, I'm kidding." And the second utterance of her name finally caused the blonde to calm down and stare up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

"I love you, Regina, you'll always be my Queen. And I know it's bad to put you up on a pedestal like this, but I want to treat you right, I want to give you everything you deserve."

And she nearly cries out in happiness from that last statement, "Oh Emma," a tear actually escapes but for once she doesn't hear her mother's love is weakness, instead she hears home and you'll get there and we'll go on an adventure. Regina thinks love is an adventure and she wants to go on this adventure with Emma. "You are the light of my life and you'll always be my Saviour."

She slides a palm against a pale cheek and stare into sparkling green eyes, "You deserve the whole world and more. I love you too, I think I always have, and I'm never letting you go again."

Emma gives a watery grin and kisses her palm softly, "Well that's good, because I think you're home to me and I never want to let you go as well."

End Note: It's done. Oh my god.

I'm still in shock that I actually completed something. Thanks so much for reading, thanks so much to the people that reviewed, you're all awesome and I should eat something because I'm starving now that I finally finished writing this.