A/N: Aww! Im sad myself that this is the final chapter of this story! I thought about writing an epilogue but decided against it. The end is the end. :)

Chapter 7: Trapped

Emma stirred and the first person she sees when she opens her eyes is Regina. God, Regina looks like shit. Her makeup is streaked with tear tracks and while she's not crying now, she obviously hasn't taken the time to clean herself up. "Hey." Regina looked at Emma, a mix of relief and anger on her face. "Damn it, Emma!" Emma laughed weakly and held up a hand. "Can't you hold off on the scolding for a little bit?" Regina, sufficiently abashed, said "I'm sorry, Emma. I was so worried!" Emma smiled, "Yeah. So… what's the damage?" Regina sighed, "You got off lucky, really. The doctor was amazed at how minor your injuries are. You have maybe a thousand bruises, an ankle sprain, and you have 9 stitches on your left arm. But you don't have a concussion or any broken bones, so as soon as you feel able, you can be discharged." "Wow… guess its true that my brain is made of wood, huh?" quipped Emma. Regina scowled, "Don't ever say that about yourself! You're perfectly intelligent and capable!" Emma mock-gasped, "No! Have you been examined by the doctor? It appears you're the one who suffered a concussion… you've just paid me a compliment!" Regina rolled her eyes "Ha-ha, Miss Swan." Her face became serious once again. "Emma. Why? You didn't have to push me out of the way and take the hit."

Emma gave her a lopsided grin "Well, I couldn't allow you to get hurt on my watch. Besides, you're little and tiny, and I figured I stood a better chance of surviving that you." Regina looked at her, really looked at her and Emma felt as if every layer of herself was being peeled away one by one under Regina's gaze. Slowly, Regina's hand inched its way to Emma's and clasped it. Emma's heart beat a little harder as Regina dropped her gaze to their joined hands. "Emma, I…" "Wait, Regina. Please. Don't say anything you wouldn't out of a sense of obligation. I protected you, yes, but I don't expect anything in return," Emma said pleadingly.

Regina's eyes flashed angrily at Emma's words and she spat out, "Idiot. I don't feel a sense of obligation! What I feel is alive! And I've come to the realization that life is short and precious! So don't presume I'm being pressured into saying something I don't mean, Miss Swan!"

They locked gazes for a few moments before Regina allowed her scowl to drop and smiled ruefully before starting, "I'm scared, Emma. Of losing you." Emma protested, "Really, Regina, I'm fine. It's just a few stitches and bruises…" Regina reached over and put her index finger on Emma's lips, efficiently silencing her. "Shush. Let me finish. I'm scared of losing you in any form. At first, as you know, I was afraid of losing your friendship, but I've come to realize that I could lose you in other ways. To cars that don't know better not to speed in pedestrian-congested areas, to some stupid villain which seems to crop up every three months, or to some harlot who breezes into town and steals your heart." Emma smiled at her tenderly and further emboldened, Regina rushes out "And so, I'd like to try… this. You… and me."

Emma let go of their joined hands and placed her hand on Regina's cheek. "So it took a car, huh?" Regina closed her eyes and chuckled, turning her face into Emma's palm and kissing it. Emma felt her breath catch and let out, "I-I'd really like to kiss you now, Regina, but erm…" Regina smiled into Emma's palm and lowered her tone, "All in due time, dear." Emma gulped but recovered her wits sufficiently to utter, "Where's the damn doctor? I want to be discharged!"

Regina watched Emma struggle to get the hang of the crutches. In addition to not being used to the crutches, the stitches pulled if she used her arms the wrong way and Emma swore as she felt the pinch once again. Regina raised her eyebrow and drawled, "Dear, you really should have taken the cane. It'd have been easier for you." Emma shot out, "And look like Rumplestilstikin? No fucking way! Dearie." Regina let out a laugh that sounded suspiciously close to a giggle, but Regina Mills simply did not giggle. As Emma made her way to the curb where the taxi was waiting to take them back to the hotel, Regina looked at her fondly. Idiot. Her idiot. Her sexy, blonde idiot.

"There, you should be all set," Regina gestured to the sofa, the coffee table which had a still-piping-hot pizza in its delivery box and beer, and the TV remote. Emma grumbled "But you're not here sitting by me." Regina stood there with her hands on her hips, "Emma… you know I've already missed all day, which I don't regret, but I do need to meet with some people before my closing speech tomorrow night. So, as much as I don't want to leave, I do have to do this." Emma waved her hand, "I know, I know. I'm just giving you a hard time" and grinned up at Regina. Regina couldn't help smiling back, "I know what will make you feel better," and walked over to sit by Emma on the sofa. "I could hand-feed you a nice hot slice of pizza… or perhaps I could do this." She leaned over and placed a kiss on Emma's lips, quickly deepening it as Emma's hand came up to clasp the back of her head. Emma's mouth opened, allowing both tongues to slide against one another. Both Emma and Regina lost themselves in the kiss, breaking apart only when they ran out of breath. Emma grinned, "I might have preferred being hand-fed", and yelped after the hard smack Regina gave her. "Hey! You're abusing a patient here!" Regina stood up, "You're insufferable" but gave her a salacious wink before gathering up her bag and striding to the door. Before she closed the door, she let out, "If you're a good girl, we might be able to do a little more of that later tonight."

Emma tried her best to stay awake, really she did, but sleep got the best of her and she was asleep by the time Regina returned to the room. Regina smiled fondly down at the sleeping blonde, glad that Emma was getting some rest at least. She frowned; she didn't want Emma to spend the entire night on the sofa, but how to get her to bed without waking her up? She might be toned, but she certainly didn't have the arm strength to carry the sleeping woman to bed. Sighing, she decided that waking Emma up was the lesser of the two evils, and bent down to rouse Emma.

Emma felt something brushing softly against her mouth and sleepily murmured, "Don't. My Regina would be mad." Regina chuckled at that and whispered in Emma's ear, "I wouldn't get angry because it's me." Emma groggily opened her eyes, "Oh, it's you, R'gina. Sorry, I fell asleep." Regina gently pulled Emma up to a sitting position, "It's quite alright, Emma. Now let's get you over to bed." After getting Emma situated, Regina changed into her pajamas and slid under the covers next to Emma, turning off the light. Emma snuggled against her and slid her arm against Regina's abdomen, mumbling, "S' so much better when I can do this." Regina, feeling content and safe, drifted off to sleep much more easily than usual.

Regina awoke before the alarm and shut it off as not to disturb Emma. She turned over to look at the sleeping blonde and her heart warmed at the sight of the blonde's curls spread every which way on her pillow. Yesterday's events seemed surreal at this point, but as Regina studied Emma's relaxed face, she was no longer scared of moving forward. In fact, she was anticipating becoming… closer. As visions of making love to the blonde started playing in her mind, Regina sighed as she knew it'd be awhile before Emma was strong enough for them to even consider that. She slipped from the bed to start her morning and to distract herself from her visions.

Exiting the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her, Regina glanced at the bed only to find Emma's eyes open and staring at her. "You're such a peeping tom, Emma" groused Regina as she came to a stop next to Emma. Emma looked up at her, smirking, "When it comes to half-naked women, hell yeah!" Regina rolled her eyes but stopped mid-roll as she felt a hand caress her thigh. Looking down, she noted the mischevious look in Emma's eyes as she slowly slid her hand up and down her thigh. Curving her mouth into a predatory smile, Regina purred, "Someone's feeling feisty this morning." Emma's hand moved close enough to bunch up the hem of the towel as she answered, "Oh yeah. This girl here was denied her make-out session last night." Fluttering her eyes in mock dismay, she made Regina chuckle. "I did say only if you were a good girl, and you most definitely are not being one right now." Emma allowed her hand to inch up, drawing up the towel as it went, and stopped short of the apex of Regina's thighs. Regina stood there, arousal warring with practicality, and practicality won out this morning. Clenching her thighs together and trapping Emma's hand, Regina in a regretful tone told Emma, "As much as I'd love to continue this…little game, I really do have to get ready." Emma smiled in understanding and removed her hand, resting both arms on the back of her head. "Permission granted to depart, milady" Emma said with a cheeky grin. Regina narrowed her eyes and walked over to her dresser. As she rummaged for underwear and panties, she was inspired. Smirking, she let the towel drop to the floor and heard Emma's not-so-quiet gasp come from behind her. She took her sweet time sliding her panties up her legs and putting on her bra. She turned, putting one leg up on a chair, and drew up her stocking, connecting it via garters to her panties. She repeated the process with the other leg before looking up to make eye contact with Emma. Emma was staring at her, naked desire in her eyes. "You evil, evil woman." Regina smirked, "You haven't seen evil yet, dear." Emma breathed hard, looking at Regina clad in her lacy black undergarments but the garter straps were her undoing. They practically screamed "Fuck me", and Emma fully intended to do that soon.

Regina blew her a kiss as she left, and Emma fell back backwards into bed. She really, really wanted to make things happen tonight but wasn't sure if she was physically able to. She did a self-examination; cautiously rotating her left then right arms, wincing a little at the pull the stitches gave, but that was all. Moving on down, she lifted up her abdomen in the bridge move, and no pain there as well, just a little soreness. Clenching her butt cheeks caused her to give out a groan; that part was definitely tender. Her legs seemed alright, except for that sprain. She cautiously stood and was pleased to see she could put weight on the ankle, but figured she should use the crutches for another day. All in all, Emma mentally declared herself fit for nookie duty. Grinning, she moved over to the sofa to watch some TV before hitting the shower and meeting Regina for lunch downstairs in a few hours.

"I must say, Miss Swan, you're looking somewhat perkier today" Emma heard as Regina approached her from behind. Emma turned, smiling, and replied, "I had a particularly invigorating morning, Madam Mayor." Regina's cheeks turned a bit pink at the recollection of her slightly brazen behavior earlier and cleared her throat "I believe we have a table waiting for us. And it may take us the better part of an hour to get there at your pace, Miss Swan." Emma grinned cockily, "Wanna race?"

When the bill for their lunch came, both women realized they hadn't brought their purse or wallet. Apologizing to the waiter, Regina asked for the bill to be charged to their room. She turned to Emma, "I'm going to go up to our room and retrieve one of my cards so I'll be able to purchase a beverage or snack for later today." Emma nodded and accompanied her to the elevators, enjoying the view that Regina's swaying ass presented. Regina, looking over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't left Emma too far behind, caught her in the act of checking out her ass. As Emma came to a stop by her, Regina whispered seductively in her ear, "I do believe you mentioned some hiking…" Emma's eyes widened at the implication and practically shoved Regina into the elevator as the doors opened. Emma pressed Regina up against the wall after the elevator started moving, and both women were breathing heavily. As Emma's mouth captured Regina's in a heady kiss, the elevator shuddered to a stop. Annoyed, Emma pulled back, assuming the elevator was stopping at a floor. As the doors remained shut, it became obvious that something was amiss. Emma looked at Regina and softly spoke, "I think the elevator's stuck," before pressing the 'CALL FOR HELP' button. Regina ran a hand through her hair and looked slightly panicked. Emma's eyebrows furrowed, "Regina, what's wrong?" Regina sighed, "I'm slightly claustrophobic." Emma drew Regina's hand in hers and murmured, "Don't worry, you're safe with me, Regina. Always." Regina gave her a small smile and both women jumped slightly as the elevator intercom crackled to life. "Anybody there?" Emma replied, "Yes, there's two of us. The elevator's stopped on the 9th floor and won't move." The voice on the intercom, intermingled with a bit of static, responded, "Repairmen are on the way. You should be out of the elevator in approximately 20 minutes. Does anybody need medical attention?" Emma chuckled, "No. We'll be fine. Let us know in advance when the doors open, so we won't have an heart attack, yeah?" "No problem. Stay safe."

After the intercom went silent, Regina looked at Emma. "What was that all about?" Emma smiled a lascivious smile and hummed, "Now, where were we?" Regina's eyes widened, "You can't possibly be serious?" Emma drawled, "Try me" and advanced upon Regina, allowing her crutches to clatter on the elevator floor.

Regina let out a small gasp as Emma lowered her mouth to her neck and pressed kisses near her collarbone. The kisses became open mouthed and soon Emma was sucking gently. "You drive me crazy, Regina. I can't get the image of you this morning out of my mind." This was accompanied by a gentle bite, which brought Regina to life. She clasped Emma's head and brought it up before crashing her lips onto Emma's, and the kissing quickly turned heated. Emma slid her hands down to Regina's ass and squeezed while simultaneously pressing Regina up against her. Regina's hands wandered down to Emma's breasts and palmed them, feeling the nipples stiffen further under her palms. Regina suddenly needed to see and feel the real thing, so she lowered her hands until they were under Emma's shirt, then slid them back up again, exposing Emma's bra. Emma breathed heavily as Regina took in the sight and slowly pulled down the bra cups to expose Emma's pert breasts and dark pink nipples. Emma felt herself get wetter and wetter as Regina's fingers played with her nipples, until she growled, "Turn around." Regina protested as Emma removed her hands and firmly turned Regina around, facing herself in the mirrored walls of the elevator. Emma's hands came around Regina's chest and Regina watched as Emma began to unbutton her shirt. One by one, each button revealed more of her and soon Emma was parting the shirt, exposing Regina's bra. Regina let out a soft moan as Emma's hands grasped her breasts, kneading and soon Emma dragged down the bra to let Regina's breasts free. Their eyes met in the mirror and held as Emma moved her hands slowly down to the hem of Regina's skirt and started lifting. Inch by tortuous inch, the skirt slid up until it was bunched at Regina's hips. Emma caressed Regina's thighs and Regina could feel her arousal building, and impatient, she reached down and moved one of Emma's hands to cup her sex. Emma chuckled in her ear but complied, fingers sliding up and down the crotch of her underwear. Regina started moving her hips, desperate for more friction, and Emma rubbed a little harder. "Please, Emma." Emma's left hand rose up to roll Regina's nipple while the right hand slipped inside, pushing the panty aside, fingers sliding in the slick heat, earning a loud moan. Emma's fingers found Regina's clit and made circular motions before drifting down to tease at her entrance, then going back to the clit. Regina's hips were rolling by then. Emma whispered, "Regina. Look at me." Regina opened her eyes and watched herself grind against Emma's hand wantonly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, Emma, fuck me!" Emma's finger slipped in and she began a slow in-and-out motion, sucking at Regina's neck. Regina rested her hands on the wall and demanded, "More, Emma. I said to fuck me." Lust grew in Emma's eyes and she let go of Regina in order to position her hips further back. The sight of Regina's ass stuck up in the air, made Emma groan and grind her jean-clad crotch against her and murmur, "Fuck, Regina. I'm going to grind myself to orgasm on your ass sometime soon. I've always wanted to." Caressing her butt cheeks, Emma took a moment to appreciate the view of Regina's pussy from behind before sliding two fingers into her folds, wetting them with Regina's arousal. She then slid those fingers into Regina, building up to thrusting and then, hearing Regina emit a series of moans, picked up the tempo and soon was pumping furiously. She noticed Regina reach down and rub frantically at her clit, and watching her do so nearly made Emma come, and she moaned at the sight. This set Regina off, and her moaning became more pronounced, so Emma twisted her fingers, trying to hit Regina's g-spot, and Regina let out a gasping scream as her orgasm overtook her body. Emma held Regina as the shaking slowly ended and buried her face in Regina's neck. "That was… you were so beautiful." Regina smiled, a bit embarrassed, and kissed Emma. "Your turn." Emma shook her head, "Not enough time, Regina. Raincheck for tonight… and I won't be falling asleep, that I promise you." Regina smoothed her skirt back down and buttoned her blouse, slipping her regal mask back on. As the last button went into place, the intercom blared, "Incoming. Doors opening in a minute."

Emma sat at the hotel bar, nursing her drink. She was decked out in a all-white pantsuit and down here because Regina had asked her to wait downstairs so she could have the room to herself to prepare for the banquet and her closing speech. Emma wondered what Regina would look like. Nothing short of stunning, she was sure. It wasn't too long before her curiosity was satisfied and she rose as she saw Regina making her way to the bar from the elevators. She was breathtaking in a slinky black evening gown and surprisingly, her hair was down instead of coiffed up. As Emma reached her, she kissed Regina on the cheek and whispered, "You look beautiful. I'm going to enjoy peeling that dress off you later." Regina smiled seductively and whispered back, "Not until after I ravish you. You look absolutely delicious in white." Emma grinned and offered her arm.

"Your speech was… wow. I'm telling you, people were fascinated and I almost thought they'd ask for an encore!" Regina smiled self-deprecatingly and Emma huffed, "Stop being modest! I thought that'd be something I'd never say to Regina Mills, but seriously, you rocked." Regina let out a little laugh and returned, "Alright, Emma. Thank you. Now, may we please leave? I've been looking forward to our… plans all evening." Emma's smile was dazzling. "I thought you'd never ask!" Unfortunately, their escape was delayed several times by well-wishers stopping to congratulate and compliment Regina on her speech. By the time they reached the elevators, Regina was exhausted and said with a smirk, "Remind me not to do so well next time!" They both laughed at that as they made the ascent to their floor.

Entering the room, both women fell quiet and stared at each other. Emma offered her hand, "May I have this dance?" Regina smiled and molded her body to Emma's, and both started swaying to imaginary music. Regina rose her head and her lips met Emma's, sharing a tender kiss. Emma gently led Regina over to the bed and, before she could get Regina to lay back, Regina turned the tables on Emma and she found herself laying down. "Remember, it's my turn," smirked Regina. Emma laughed, "I'll allow this for a few minutes." Regina's eyebrows rose, "Oh, we'll see about that!"

The next couple of hours were filled with loving caresses, exploring, and intimate acts. As Emma lay sprawled, exhausted from her third orgasm, Regina moved closer and snuggled in besides Emma. As Regina's head laid on Emma's chest and Emma stroked Regina's hair, a feeling of peace and contentment stole over both women. Just before drifting off, Emma murmured, "You're my everything." Regina sleepily responded, "And then some."

-end-