Thank you so much guys! The reviews for the last chapter lifted my heart. I'm glad you are all enjoying this. Happy reading and never forget Emma's words of wisdom : "Shots?"

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Chapter 15

Lovers and Children

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They didn't say anything to Henry that evening, neither did they bother looking at their phones. Regina had more or less (well more than less) cast a spell on Emma's cell so that it wouldn't ring and all the messages would wait until morning to appear. The only thing that could ruin there perfect evening was the arrival of an angry couple of worried parents. But they never showed up.

Was it that Snow and Charming were too much in shock? That they were angry? She didn't know and didn't care. This night was theirs.

As Emma said good night to Henry, Regina cast a spell on her bed room. There was no way this wasn't happening tonight.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked, walking up to her.

"Saying thank you," Regina answered, pulling Emma closer by her belt and bringing her hungry smile a centimeter away from the blondee's lips.

"No way. Henry is like, right here."

"Well it's a good thing I enchanted the room then," Regina replied, but the second half of her sentence never reached Emma's ears as she took two steps back into her room.

The Muffling Spell very useless variant of a Containment Spell. Well, very useless until you needed it.

Regina saw Emma hesitating. She slowly took of her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, leaving it hang open in front of her. Then she zipped her skirt of and Emma came rushing into the room, crashing her lips on hers, grabbing her fiercely by the ass. They had both been burning all evening, this was their moment.

Emma closed the door and locked it. The next thing Regina knew, she was lifted from the floor, brought a head higher than the blondee. Emma loved doing that, kissing her from underneath, as Regina's hair was falling on the sheriff's face. The former queen thought it was the sweetest thing on earth, and the display of raw strength always turned her on.

"Say it," Regina whispered.

"My Queen. Mine."

"Yes," Regina answered, not having expected the second part of that statement. "Yours."

Emma then threw her on the bed, not making it very delicate but matrices absorbed the shock. In the past few mouths, it had seen a lot worth than that. The blondee joined her on the bed, putting herself on top and kissing her deeply. Regina felt the warmth of Emma's muscle in her mouth and garbed the woman's breasts, making her moan deliciously.

"Clothes,"Regina complained. "Take your clothes of."

"Make me," Emma teased back.

Magic had it's use in bed, especially when Regina wanted something, like pushing Emma flat on her back an rolling on top of her. The blondee just chuckled, raising one leg for her thigh to collide with Regina's butt. They were still kissing as the brunette slipped her hand underneath Emma's T-Shirt. Her skin was warm and soft, and Regina scratched it all the way down to Emma's jeans. The blondee moaned, a little lower than she usually did when Regina inflicted her bit of pain.

The former queen realized that this wasn't her night. She wanted it to be Emma's, entirely. She bloke the kiss and pulled away a little, just enough to look at the woman in the eyes.

"This is your night. What do you want?"

Emma mechanically tangled her hands in the dark hair and said "I just wan..." but she did not finish that sentence.

"Tell me," Regina encouraged.

Emma sat up a little, pushing herself on her elbows. There was something strange the the gesture, as if she blondee was uncomfortable with what she was going to ask.

"I... I want the Evil Queen."

"Wh... What?"

"I mean I want you but... I kind of... I mean you're hot when..."

Regina stopped the babbling by kissing her lover. Did she feel strong enough to let a little bit of her evil self out? The idea of fucking Emma the way her old self would have suddenly made her blood turn to fire.

"Fine."

"Really?"

"I told you, this is your night. But if at any moment you want me to stop..."

"I know," Emma interrupted her, dropping a kiss on her lips. "I just say stop."

Regina smiled, touched. A cloud of purple smoke appeared and she emerged in her red slender dress, her long black hair pulled in her back. Her eyes met Emma's and she read only lust. The blondee jerked forward to catch her lips but the Queen pulled away, pushing the blondee flat on the bed. Long tongues of fabric appeared on each side of the bed, getting hold of Emma's wrists and pulling them above her head.

"Wait. No."

Regina froze. What had she done wrong? She immediately cut Emma loose and the blondee sat up once more. Regina was somewhere near internal panic.

"That's not what I meant," Emma said before putting her hands on each sine of the brunette's face. "I want to make love to you. To both of you. Even if that sounds totally schizophrenic."

"Why would you want to make love to the woman that ruined your life?"

"Because she said something so smart one day. She said that she didn't regret anything because all the mistake she had made and all the heart aches had led her to Henry. I'm not that over it yet, but I'm heading there."

Regina smiled and kissed the blondee.

"I love you," she whispered, feeling her heart beat faster and harder in her tight chest. "And you don't have to answer that."

"I love you too," Emma whispered back.

Their lips crashed on one another, body colliding, heat suddenly building to an inferno. Regina felt Emma's hands on her ass and pushed her back against the bed. The blondee ran her fingers through her lover's hair, deepening the kiss. Regina hesitated with what to do with her dress. It was frustratingly preventing her from feeling Emma but the blondee had asked for the Evil Queen. Without the costume, she really wasn't much of that anymore.

Emma's hand ran up her leg under the fabric and garbed her ass firefly.

"You're so hot in that thing," she moaned against Regina's mouth.

The brunette had her answer, and she knew what to do next. If Emma wanted to see her int hat dress, she needed to get away from her lips. Her mouth went down her lover's throat, licking her collar bone and the skin between her breast before drawing circles around her belly button.

Regina went down between Emma legs, bringing her mouth very close to her sex. And then stopped.

"Come on Regina! I need you there."

The brunette smiled, blew on her lover's sex before giving it a long lick. Regina started sucking and licking her lover's pearl, delighted by the sounds the blondee woman was making. She bit her gently, pulled on her lips, circled her clit as fast as she could. Emma was getting wetter and wetter, arching back into the bed and begging for more.

Regina knew she could do this for a very long time without Emma ever falling over the edge. Without proper penetration, her lover would hardly ever climax, but that also meant the former queen could torture her like that for several very long minutes.

The brunette slipped her tongue inside her lovers, making her groan loud. That was the worst for Emma, like being on the verge of coming but never being able to.

"Fuck it Regina! Just do it!"

Emma was pushing her forward, aching back on the bed and her hand was pulling Regina closer to her. But the brunette stopped. She pulled back, making sure Emma couldn't close her thighs and get any form of release. She came up to face her lover, enjoying her heavy breathing and the teeth marks on neck.

"Now, now dear. What's the rush? We have all night long."

Regina kissed her lover passionately; spreading her own legs so that one of Emma thighs was between hers. Not letting go of her lover's mouth, she stated rubbing herself against Emma's leg, covering her with her juice. The blondee arched back to make her clit collide with Regina's thigh. They soon found there rhythm and moans filled the bed room.

Regina felt the tension growing between her legs. She bit down the blondee's neck before accelerating the rhythm. Emma moving underneath her, their breasts colliding and there nipples teasing one another through silk of her dress... Fuck she loved that! The brunette was already so aroused that it didn't take long for her to fell her climax starting to build and pull on her walls.

"Fold your leg." Regina ordered, craving for more touch. "Yes like that don't move. Oh yes!"

"Regina fuck me!"

"Is it me you're talking to?"

"You're evil! My Queen. Fuck me!"

Regina slipped a hand between her thigh and Emma's sex. She roughly thrusted into her. The blondee let out a scream. Her legs were rock hard, making them even better for Regina to ride. The brunette synchronized there rhythm, pulling back and thrusting forth at the same time for both of them. Emma grabbed her lover's hair and scratched her back with her other hand. The pain sent waves of pleasure in Regina's body and she stated slamming her hand into her lover's pussy.

She was so fucking close!

"'Gina... I'm gonna come!"

"I'm coming too, love! I'm gonna come all over you."

"Oh fuck yes! Make me come... Regina!"

But her scream was muffled as Regina climaxed, kissing her hard and groaning her release in her mouth. Emma came all around her lover's fingers, her body shaking and arching in bliss. The brunette kept moving as they both rode their climax until the end and then collapsed next to her lover.

Emma rolled on her side and wrapped her arm around Regina's waist, nuzzling in her breast.

"Humm..." the blondee groaned unhappily. "The dress is sexy but it needs to go. Now."

Regina chuckled and gladly made her red outfit disappear. It didn't take long for Emma to push her on her back an climb on top of her. The blondee kissed her sweetly, one hand playing with Regina's unusually long hair.

"I want to do it again," the blondee said with a childish tone.

"Already?" Regina teased.

"Not my fault, my girlfriend is hot. And you said it was my night."

"Well... If I don't have a choice."

Regina lazily wrapped her arms behind her lover's neck as the slow sloppy kisses gently warmed her blood.

"You really don't, your Majesty."

Next morning, Regina was in the kitchen when she felt two hands wrapped around her ways.

"Good morning," she said and Emma kissed her cheek.

"Morning... I get pancakes?"

"Don't flatter yourself. It's for Henry."

"I can't even have one...?"

Emma slipped her hand under Regina's silk pijama t-shirt, kissing the crook of her neck. Regina smiled, feeling her stomach twist and her blood heat.

"Hey! Gross!"

Emma stopped, wrapping her arms around Regina's waist and settling her head on her shoulder.

"Sorry kid... Did you sleep well?"

"Yea. You two?"

"Nice and cozy..." Regina answered and she felt Emma pinch her hip to tell her to stop.

As they were all settling for breakfast Henry spoke again, sounding a little anxious.

"Grand Ma called me last night. Twice. I was already in bed so my phone was off. Is she ok?"

Emma looked at Regina before leaving the table to find her own cell phone. They had pushed back that moment as long as they could, and Regina felt like magically deleting all the messages the blondee might have received, but it was time to face the elephant in the room.

"She called me too..." Emma stated.

"Is she fine? Is there a problem with Neal?"

"No I think..."

Emma looked a little lost for words. She was running her hand through her hair, reading the text messages on her phone with a look of hurt.

"Henry, the problem might be me," Regina offered. "I don't think your grand mother approves of me and Emma being together."

"Why not? Because you tried to kill her? I was like ages ago!"

"She might no have forgotten that easily, kid."

"But it's not fair."

"Henry, look at me," Regina said, deciding that the boy didn't need to feel like this was Snow's fault.

His family was enough of a mess already.

"Your grand mother is only worried for her daughter. If it were you, I would be too. She is just trying to look out for her."

"Yea but..."

"I'll talk to her this afternoon, kid. I'm sure she'll come around."

But Emma didn't sound convinced at all. Actually, she sounded sad, and in pain.