CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pain

Regina's heart was burning in her chest as she stared straight out at the road in front of her, unable to stomach even glancing in Emma's direction for fear that she might very well lash out and get them into a horrible accident. Despite the fact that she was certain that nothing had really even happened with that man, seeing the two of them together had made her stomach violently churn with betrayal. It sickened her, to think of that man's hands being on her, as though he was worthy enough to even breathe the same air as Emma, let alone touch her as though he owned anything that she truly was.

Perhaps, after everything, Regina no longer deserved her, but she damn well deserved her more than that filth. That man didn't even know her name, he just looked at Emma as an easy lay because she was inebriated past all sane thought, and that was not something that Regina would just allow to happen, regardless of the fact that she was the woman's ex-lover. No one deserved to be taken advantage of in that way.

Of course, drunken Emma probably had a different perspective when it came to consent, but when morning came, along with the inevitable hangover, Regina was certain that her tune would change. It was rare that anyone didn't regret what they had done come the next day when they were this intoxicated.

Still, the thought that Emma might regret trying to pick up the man in the first place didn't sate her fury. In the end, it still didn't erase what she had seen, nor what she knew would've happened should she not have stepped in to stop it.

Emma was cradling her head in her hand, leaning against the passenger side door as she stared down at the floor, probably to avoid getting car sick. "Where are you taking me?" she asked after at least five minutes of silence, the words coming out slurred and hostile, despite how utterly exhausted she looked.

"Don't speak to me," Regina told her shortly, as she was certain that would lead to nowhere good while they were driving. She did not want to get into an altercation with her while on the road.

Emma laughed bitterly before closing her eyes, rubbing her temples. "Fine, whatever," she grumbled. "I don't really care anyway."

Silence consumed the car once more, and ten minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the motel Regina had been staying at. Once the car had come to a stop Emma finally looked up, the cease of movement allowing her to actually become aware of things again without feeling ill. "So eager to get me into your bed again…" she taunted, her drunken idiocy truly knowing no bounds. Regina reached over; practically pushing Emma as she violently unbuckled the woman's seat belt.

"You will be sleeping on the couch," she told her shortly before opening her door and exiting the car. Despite Emma's taunt, it seemed the information wasn't to her liking and her face soured.

"Figures," she mumbled bitterly before getting out of the car, nearly stumbling in the process. As she steadied herself with a hand on the hood, Regina's eyes flashed.

"What, would you have liked me to hold your hair as you empty your stomach into the toilet, or cradle you as you fall into a fitful, drunken sleep?" Regina asked, her tone mocking and angry. "I am not your caretaker, Miss Swan. You will deal with the repercussions of your actions on your own; I am merely here to make sure you don't end up killing yourself in the process."

"And if you hadn't seen me all over someone else, would you have had that same rule?" Emma challenged as she followed Regina to her door. "Or are you just pissed because that when I was drunk and horny, I didn't come to you?"

Regina's hand froze with the key in the door and it took all of her effort to not turn around and backhand the woman across the face. Their relationship had always been terribly violent, but there was a point where that violence uneased her, and when it was done while not in their bed, it didn't sit right with her. Still, neither of them really had the best control over their instinctual reactions, and so Regina's hand noticeably twitched while holding the key.

Still, she did not move to strike her, and she silently praised herself for that, even though it was probably horrible when one had to praise themselves for not striking the person that they loved. Neither of them, however, had ever really learned to love in a healthy manner. Perhaps in time that would change, but that time was not now, and so she allowed herself to feel good about not doing something that could probably fall under the category of domestic abuse.

"I very much doubt that you were horny; just desperate enough to not care how you ran away from your problems, so long as you ran away from them."

That made Emma falter for a moment, Regina's words seeming to stun her into silence as she took a moment to contemplate the truth in them. Regina took that moment to open the door fully before ordering, "Get inside."

Emma obliged, apparently unable to find anything to say in her defense.

As Regina closed the door behind her, Emma violently ripped her shirt off over her head, throwing it onto the ground as she stumbled over to the couch, apparently expecting that Regina would provide her with some bed clothes. But as she tried to tear off her jeans, she only ended up tripping on them, falling into a heap onto the couch as she swore loudly.

"If you're trying to entice me, dear, I think you've missed the mark," Regina said, not even bothering to hide her amusement at the woman's current predicament. She knew that wasn't Emma's intention at all, but she was trying to bother her because she was still bitter about everything that had happened, and she hit the mark dead on.

"Go fuck yourself," Emma slurred before waving her legs in the air, the momentum pushing the rest of the fabric off her ankles and throwing it clear across the room. Regina watched them land with a raised eyebrow.

"I'd say that's actually in your future, considering you did not get what it was that you were after tonight," she bit back, crossing the room to gather up Emma's discarded clothing. Emma shot her a furious glare.

"If I did, would you watch?" she challenged angrily, trying to throw Regina off. But the woman merely glanced at her as she folded up the garments, placing them over the edge of the desk chair.

"Probably."

Emma blinked heavily, having not expected that answer in the slightest. "You—what?"

"Would probably watch you, dear," Regina reiterated, inwardly pleased with herself for how confused she had managed to get Emma within the span of a second. She enjoyed having the upper hand, despite how it came about. "That's what masochists do, do they not? Torture themselves. I would figure you, of all people, would understand that. It was the reason we came to be together, after all."

Emma just gaped at her, and Regina had to turn away to hide the self-satisfactory smirk that graced her features as she rummaged in one of her bags for proper clothing for the woman on her couch. "Do I need to get you a waste bin?" she asked as she turned, a silken set of pajamas now in her hands.

"…Huh?"

"Do you feel like you're going to vomit?" Regina asked slowly, as though she were speaking to perplexed child. Emma had about the maturity of one while in this state, after all.

"I… no," Emma finally said, still seemingly stuck on the masturbation comment from earlier. But as Regina held out the clothes she still took them, mumbling a soft, begrudging 'thanks' for the garments.

"Good," Regina responded shortly, gathering up her own night clothes before heading towards the bathroom to change. "Then get some sleep; we'll talk about your idiocy in the morning."

[x]

At six thirty eight in the morning, Regina was awoken by the sound of someone crying.

It took a moment for her to remember who it was that occupied her room, but when she did she immediately froze, not wanting to alert Emma to her awakened state. She very much doubted that the woman wanted to be aware of the fact that someone was bearing witness to her weakness.

It had been over four hours since she had put Emma to bed, and she knew that the woman had passed out by the sound of her light snoring not a half hour later, finally allowing Regina to fall soundly asleep as well. She wondered for a moment if Emma had gotten sick and that was what had awoken her, but vomit did tend to have a very distinctive smell, and the small room that they occupied wasn't tainted by it.

Regina doubted the amount of time that had passed had allowed Emma to sober up completely though, which was probably the only reason why she was crying. Sober Emma would have had more willpower to stop it, as she had never liked succumbing to that emotion in the first place, especially when there were people around to witness it.

They both had that in common, yet at the end of the day, they still tended to fall apart at the very worst of times.

"Fuck, fuck," Emma breathed into the stillness of the room, her words muffled by a slew of tears. "Stop it."

Regina bit her lower lip, instinctively feeling terrible for her, despite how angry she still was. Emma sounded so broken, yet so furious with herself that she allowed herself to feel anything at all. Although she was prone to doing the very same thing, when on the other side, Regina was aware of how fucked up that was. Sometimes it was better to feel horribly, rather than to never feel at all, because that… that wasn't living.

But then again, ever since the curse broke, neither of them had really been living, had they? Merely existing.

It took quite a while, but finally Emma's sobs subsided, being replaced by shuddered inhales of breath as she sat back against the edge of the couch, wiping at her tear-stained cheeks as she calmed herself down. Silence enveloped the room once more, and Regina tried to will herself back to sleep, but Emma's hoarse voice broke the stillness in the air.

"Regina."

The brunette froze beneath her covers.

Emma took a hesitant breath before continuing, "Regina, I… I know you're awake."

Regina closed her eyes, silently berating herself for a moment for not being quieter, before finally opening them once more as she hoisted herself to a seated position. She looked out across the small room and even in the dark, she could make out the back of Emma's figure. The woman had her knees pulled to her chest and was staring out the far window, though probably only because she didn't want to turn and have Regina see how bloodshot her eyes were.

Still, it seemed she heard Regina move and so she asked softly, "If I asked you to do something for me, would you do it?"

Regina hesitated for a moment before answering, "That depends."

"On?" Her voice was so distant and detached, her sorrow seeming to weigh heavy on every inch of her being. She sounded so terribly defeated.

"On what it is that you're asking me to do."

Emma exhaled a long breath, her patience not very content on that answer. The seconds ticked by until Emma finally spoke, having decided to ask it anyway, despite not knowing if she would be allotted her request. "I need you to hurt me."

Regina felt her breath catch in her throat at those words. "…What?"

Emma turned to face her then, her bloodshot eyes and splotchy cheeks making her look so much younger than she really was. She caught Regina's gaze in the dark and instead of repeating the question, as she was more than aware that Regina had heard it, she asked, "Will you?"

"I…" Regina tried, though found she was at a loss for words. She hadn't expected Emma to ask that of her; it seemed out of nowhere, despite knowing the woman's previous coping mechanisms with past abuse. Regina had thought she had found a new way to deal with everything that she held inside, yet it seemed that wasn't doing the job anymore. "Why would you even ask that of me?"

"Because you're the only one I trust to do it."

That made Regina feel something that she desperately wished she did not feel, for it made her want to give Emma everything that she asked for and more. But what she was requesting screamed unhealthy, even though, in the end, it was what they had always been good at.

"I don't think that's a good idea," she told her finally, softly, unable to hold anger any longer for the broken woman in front of her. She had never seen Emma so completely unhappy before; it seemed like the woman had finally lost all her will to even try anymore.

Emma looked at her for a long moment before raising herself up, coming off the couch and moving to stand at the end of Regina's bed. She didn't say anything and neither did the brunette, and after a few long seconds of silence, Emma grasped the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up over her head.

"Emma…" Regina warned softly.

"I need to feel something else, Regina," Emma begged softly as she continued to defy her wishes, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. As the garment fell to the floor, Regina felt herself take a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of Emma's breasts. It seemed like ages since she had last seen the woman's body. "Just for… just for a fucking second, okay? Maybe it's stupid, but I really don't care anymore. Everything's already fucked up with us, and it's not like this wouldn't have happened a month or a year from now anyway."

That was probably true, as they were going to be living in close proximity to each other at least until Henry was grown, and they were bound to each other in such a way that true separation would never really be possible. Still, this was not the way Regina wanted this to come about.

"You're still drunk," Regina protested, yet her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Emma pulled off her pajama bottoms, her underwear along with them. And then she stood there, completely nude, and Regina completely forgot how to think, let alone speak.

"Not enough to not know what I'm doing," Emma answered her, knees hitting the bed before she began to crawl her way over to her. "And definitely not enough to blame you for it later."

Regina's brain seemed to finally catch up to the situation and she tried to move away from her, still hesitant about doing something that, despite its appeal, she was certain was going to make everything worse. But Emma quickly straddled her waist, keeping her in place as she captured the brunette's wrists in a fierce grip.

"Fuck me, Regina," she softly implored, looking deep into her eyes. "Hurt me. I know you want to."

Regina felt her breathing shallow, her gaze drinking up every dip and curvature of the woman's body atop her. Wetting her dry lips, she forced herself to be rational. "That's not the point…"

Regina had never hated a single sentence more in her entire life. Every breath made Emma's chest rise and fall, and Regina wanted nothing more than to trace the curvature of each breast with her tongue. She had convinced herself that she would never have this again, would never bear witness to the beauty of Emma's body, and now that she had, it killed her to turn the temptation away.

"Then what is?"

Regina exhaled a defeated breath, not really wanting to admit this, but knowing it would do more damage to lie to her. "If I fuck you," she breathed softly, "I'll never want to stop."

A small smile twitched at the edges of Emma's lips; she knew she was winning. "Then don't," she answered, leaning down to drag the soft edges of her lips against the older woman's throat. Regina swallowed hard before forcing herself to turn away from her.

"Emma," she implored desperately, unable to look at her. Regina knew her resolve was cracking in half and just looking at all the woman had to offer her would only stand to further its inevitable demise. "You're not thinking. You may not care right now, but come tomorrow I'm sure that you're going to remember what it is that I've done, and you're not going to be able to put your desire for pain above that. And then what will that leave us with?"

"A memory," Emma breathed against her skin, her tongue trailing a long line from the base of her neck to the shell of her ear, causing the woman beneath her to shiver in need. "That's all we have in the end anyway, isn't it?"

"I want more than that."

The words had come without thought and they made Emma pause for a moment, her uneven breathing tickling the brunette's ear. "We'll never have it," Emma told her finally, and in that moment, it sounded as though she might actually regret the truth of her own words. Regina felt her throat constrict, and Emma seemed to sense that she had upset her, so she quickly grasped the woman's chin in her hand, turning her head to face her.

"Regina… Regina, look at me," she implored desperately, as though she were actually afraid that maybe this wouldn't happen at all. As though if it didn't, Emma wouldn't know what to do with herself. It scared her, the possibility of true rejection. She felt like she had nothing left but this. "I've… I've been so shitty to you, you know? I want to hurt you because you hurt me, and then you want to hurt me because I hurt you, and it's… it's fucking insane, isn't it? And it's never going to stop, it's just gonna… we're just gonna keep destroying each other over and over again until we fucking die and can't we just—wouldn't it be better if we just did it in this way? Then we wouldn't have to hurt anymore, Regina. Don't you want that?"

"You're an idiot," Regina whispered, though her heart wasn't in the insult as the look of desperation on the blonde woman's face cut through her like a knife. She wanted to fix it, and she hated herself for that, because she knew she was going to do it. She was going to give Emma what she wanted, because some small part of her foolishly hoped that maybe she was right; because in the end, Regina didn't want to hurt anymore either. "It's still going to hurt. It will always hurt."

"Yeah," Emma breathed, lightly leaning her forehead against hers as she ran her fingers through dark tresses. "But it'll hurt in a different way; a bearable way."

It was such a foolish belief, and yet Regina found herself wishing it were true as she allowed her hand to brush over the smooth skin of Emma's thigh, the tautness of her abdomen, and the softness of her breasts. Emma exhaled a shuddered breath, her grip on Regina's hair tightening as she closed her eyes, pressing her face closer towards hers until they were only a breath apart.

"This is a horrible decision," Regina whispered against her lips, yet the more uneven Emma's breathing became, the more she found she needed to touch her. "And I'm going to hate you for it in the morning."

Emma bit her bottom lip, stifling a soft whimper as Regina's fingertips brushed against a hardened nipple. "I hate myself every morning," she breathed in admittance, the tone much too light to carry the burden that those words held. "So you're more than welcome to join the club."

Regina's heart constricted painfully in her chest at those words. "Emma…"

"No," Emma told her fiercely, not wanting to delve into something of that nature. Not now. Her grip tightened on the hair at the base of Regina's neck, pulling her head back so forcefully that she elicited a sharp gasp from the woman beneath her. "We're done talking; we've always been shit at it anyway."

There were words, but they were lost against the blonde's lips as Emma kissed her with so much passion, so much raw desperation that she milked all competent thought from Regina's mind as she sank back against the pillows, allowing the woman to devour her whole.

Emma tore at her clothing, popping buttons clean off as needy hands found a home against heated flesh. Regina arched her back as she grasped for the woman atop her, her moan being swallowed as her fingernails scraped helplessly against the skin of Emma's back. It had been so long since she had been touched by her in this way that it felt almost foreign, despite the familiarity that Emma's teeth brought her as they sunk into her bottom lip, drawing blood from the wound she had inflicted.

Regina cried out at the sharp pain and pounded the base of her palm against Emma's shoulder before harshly digging her nails into her upper arm and dragging them downwards, tearing the flesh and leaving red, angry marks in her wake. "Fuck," Emma gasped, squeezing her thighs around Regina's hips as she bucked helplessly at the feeling of bliss that the pain brought her. "Yes, Regina…!"

The proof of Emma's pleasure, the sound of her own name falling from the other woman's lips with such reckless abandon, destroyed any and all thought of ever hearing anything but, and Regina pushed the woman off of her, allowing Emma's back to collide with the bed sheets before she pinned the blonde beneath the weight of her body. It wasn't often that she topped, but she so badly needed to own everything that was once deemed hers that she couldn't bear waiting for Emma's innate dominance to allow it.

"You really are an idiot," Regina reminded her fiercely, looking down at Emma's flushed face and parted lips as she held the blonde down by her wrists. She pressed her thigh between Emma's legs, feeling the woman's wetness seep through her silken bottoms as Emma groaned beneath her. "But then I suppose you're my idiot, aren't you?"

"Forever, apparently," Emma breathed helplessly, her eyes falling closed and her hips searching for more friction as Regina's mouth found a home around one of the stiff peaks of her nipples. Emma gasped as Regina bit down, the sound being followed by a whimper as the brunette's tongue traced the area she had marked. "Lucky you…"

The sarcastic tone of Emma's words made Regina's head snap up and she roughly took the blonde's chin in her hand, forcing her to look at her. "Stop it," she demanded. "Stop hating yourself. You have no reason to."

"Pretty sure I didn't ask for therapy, Regina," Emma snapped breathlessly, irritation clouding her eyes before she decided to disallow Regina's acquired dominance, using all of her strength to practically throw the other woman off of her.

Regina exhaled a small sound of surprise as suddenly Emma's hands were grasping for her bottoms, roughly tearing them from her body without even a word of warning. Her palms then slapped in the inside of the woman's thighs as she forced Regina's legs apart, causing the sorceress to have to leverage herself against the headboard with one of her hands so that Emma didn't cause the top of her head to crash violently against it.

Regina had a response to that, yet it was lost to her as Emma pressed the length of her body against hers, nearly folding the brunette in half as she draped her legs over her shoulders. Their lips crashed together, the need behind the action causing it to become rather sloppy as teeth clanged together and tongues fought for a control that this damaging situation had absolutely none of. Emma groaned low in her throat, her grip on one of Regina's ankles tightening as she pushed into her further, feeling the brunette's sticky arousal cover the base of her abdomen.

"Damn," Emma softly admired, her hot breath tickling the soft skin of Regina's cheek as she purposely moved her body downwards, allowing Regina's arousal to coat more of her skin. The brunette's finger wrapped around the spokes of the headboard, her breathing ragged and desperate as she pushed her hips firmer against the woman atop her. Emma chuckled softly, her lips finding the base of her ear as she inquired softly, "Have you even touched yourself since we were last together?"

Regina bit her lower lip, her head becoming rather hazy as she felt her walls tighten with need, pushing out another gush of fluid that coated Emma's pale skin. "Once," she breathed in admittance, feeling Emma's hand begin to snake between their bodies. The blonde didn't ask for elaboration, for perhaps she knew that Regina hadn't since because when she did, she thought of her. And in the end, that was more painful than to never feel any sense of pleasure at all.

Emma's middle finger slipped inside of her easily, prompting a low groan to escape Regina's throat as she felt two others quickly follow, stretching her to accommodate the welcomed invasion. "Emma," the brunette panted desperately, feeling her heart begin to pound in her throat as she remembered quite vividly how it felt to be owned by the woman between her sheets. Turning her head, Regina buried her face into the inside of her elbow, her lips parting as loud gasps started to fill the stillness of the room, Emma having finally begun to move firmly within her.

It felt so natural, so fulfilling and so utterly perfect, that it nearly made her want to cry.

Emma grabbed onto the headboard with one hand, her fingers brushing against Regina's whitening knuckles as she used the leverage to push her entire body against the back of her hand, causing her fingers to delve deeper, firmer, harder into Regina's shuddering form. The brunette bit back a cry, her teeth scraping helplessly over the inside of her arm as she shut her eyes tightly, wanting to focus on nothing else but sound of Emma's labored breathing, and the feeling of the woman that she loved so desperately owning her once more.

"Fuck, oh fuck," she chanted breathlessly against her skin, choking back a sob of ecstasy as the force of Emma slamming within her made the pleasure border on painful. But Regina ate it up with abandon, her hands trembling before she tightened her grip on the headboard spokes, holding onto them as though they were her last shred of sanity in this world.

And then there were fingertips dancing along the hollow of her throat, asking an unspoken permission for more control as Emma's other hand twisted within her, making the brunette nearly choke on her breath as she knew, in that moment, that she probably would allow Emma to do whatever she wished to her anyway. A nod followed a few uneven gasps and fingers closed around her throat, holding Regina firmly against the pillows as Emma loomed over her, looking down at the woman she was supposed to hate, yet would never truly be able to.

Her eyes pierced into her soul and Regina opened her own, looking into the crashing waves of her irises. Her pupils dilated, lips parted, and breasts heaving, Emma looked as though she were becoming completely unraveled, the lust she felt for the woman beneath her darkening her gaze as she pressed just a little bit firmer on the brunette's throat. "Tell me when," she demanded, her breath tickling Regina's oversensitive lips as she continued to push and twist within her, drawing out sounds Regina hadn't remembered that she was even capable of making.

Her brain became hazy as the pleasure began to overwhelm her, and the flat of Regina's palm began to slam against the headboard over and over, hips frantically begging for Emma to go faster, deeper, harder. She cried out the blonde's name, her eyes falling closed once more as she felt her orgasm begin to wash over her. "Now…!" she gasped, and Emma's grip tightened painfully against her windpipe, closing it completely as she forced the last bit of breath from Regina's lungs.

Regina couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't move. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body convulsed beneath Emma's form, the lack of oxygen intensifying the feeling between her thighs so much that she thought for a moment she would pass out. But Emma had always known how much was too much, and just as the blackness began to seep in and claim her as its own, the blonde let go of her throat, making Regina frantically gasp for air as her body trembled in the aftermath of pleasure.

Emma withdrew from her and moved to the left, allowing Regina's body to go limp as she turned her head to the side, burying her face in her pillow as she softly whimpered from the loss of contact. But then lips were on her throat, Emma softly caressing the dark bruises she had made with her tongue. Regina was still struggling to breathe, as it felt as though she still had a phantom hand wrapped around her throat, holding her down just enough for dominance, but not enough to rob her of anymore breath. Still, finding it was hard, and Emma tried to be patient as she allowed Regina to gather her bearings, but within moments she had already straddled her thigh, pushing her hips against her olive skin to get some much needed friction of her own.

"You don't have to move," Emma panted, the desperation for release and the difficulty to find patience making her squeeze tightly to her own thigh, the fingernails embedding in her skin. "Just… can you breathe yet…?"

Regina took a deep breath to confirm, and although it still felt a little tight, she responded with a nod. Emma wasted no time as she practically scrambled up her body, and Regina, already aware of what she was planning to do, straightened out so she could lay flat on her back. Emma faced down the brunette's body as she spread her legs on either side of her head, her fingers gripping Regina's hips so hard she was sure to leave bruises later.

Regina wanted to take a moment to appreciate the sight spread out before her, but Emma's thighs were glistening and a soft whimper of impatience fell from her lips, so instead she decided to give Emma what it was that she desired. Dragging her fingernails up her thighs, Regina left red, angry lines in her wake before finding her destination and parting Emma's folds, allowing her tongue to trace a slow path down her dripping center. The sensation made Emma groan deep in her throat and she pitched forward, her fingernails digging into the skin of Regina's thighs as she panted out her desperation.

"Fuck, Regina, don't tease me…"

Regina chuckled, the sound vibrating against the skin of Emma's thigh as she dragged her lips upwards again, feeling the need to tease her for just one last moment before giving her that which she craved. "It's not often that I get to hear you beg," she murmured, her breath tickling Emma's oversensitive flesh, making the woman's opening clench before her eyes.

"Don't get cocky," Emma breathed, a small smirk playing at the edges of her mouth as she brushed her lips over Regina's stomach and her fingers over her clit, making the brunette twitch beneath her in need. "I still top you."

"Because I let you."

"Oh, plea—fuck," Emma gasped, cutting herself off mid-sentence as Regina's lips wrapped around the tender bundle of nerves, sucking hard as the tip of her tongue teased the sensitive spot hidden beneath. Emma fell completely against her, her mouth opening in pleasure as she pushed her hips further against Regina's face. Her head was resting against the brunette's thigh, and every gasp, every pant, every moan of pleasure tickled Regina's center, making her squirm and whimper beneath her until finally, Emma got the point, and buried her face between her legs.

Regina moaned into her, vibrating the blonde's center as she lightly scraped her teeth against tender flesh, making Emma gasp out and grip her thighs harder. And then her mouth was on her again, milking every sound that she could manage from the woman atop her, as a part of her was frightened that, despite Emma's insistence that they would always find themselves in this place, that it could still very well be the last time.

Regina never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck Emma for the rest of her life, should it never mean that she had to part from her. And it seemed, in the end, Emma had the same idea, for when they had finally been sated it wasn't until early afternoon, the two of them finally falling into each other as they gasped for breath, exhaustion overtaking them. And when Regina covered Emma's body with her own, laying a protective arm around her waist, she tried to force herself to stay awake, because she knew that the moment that she awoke, nothing would ever feel this nice again.

TBC…