A/N: so there was no SwanQueen scene in this episode but I've used some artistic license and recreated the short conversation between Henry and Emma when Archie shows up and forced Emma into action.

"Henry, we were wrong. Regina didn't do it," Emma breathed, her heart still racing in her chest after the appearance of a man she believed to be dead.

"I knew it!" Henry exclaimed. He had never believed his mother capable of something so dark, not really. "Maybe we should let her know," he mused.

"Yeah," Emma said. "Something tells me either way we're going to pay the price."

She turned and grabbed her coat without another word.

"So what did Cora do to you?" the blonde heard Henry ask Dr Hopper as the door slammed shut behind her.

Emma jogged out onto the street and then paused. They had been searching for Regina for days but there had been no sign of her. Where could she be hiding? Of course, she had her magic back so really there was nothing Emma could do if Regina didn't want to be found. Shrugging off this pessimistic thought, she pulled out her keys and unlocked her bug.

Driving through the quiet streets, Emma thought back to the day she had interviewed the older woman. She had known then, in her gut, that Regina was not involved in Dr Hopper's supposed murder. And yet she had let herself believe the images she had unscrambled from Pongo's memories. Never again would she second guess her instincts. She knew them to be good, she needed to trust herself.

Pausing at a fork in the road, Emma pondered her options. She could head towards the town line, which she knew Regina wouldn't cross. Or she could drive towards the woods, past the cemetery.

The cemetery.

Regina's family mausoleum. How had they not thought to check there before?

Steering her bug to the right, Emma drove quickly until she pulled up in the small car park outside the church. The graveyard was quiet. There was no sign of anyone else there. But, Emma mused, Regina could have easily cloaked her car or just materialised inside the crypt.

Stepping out of the yellow bug, Emma walked quickly through the graveyard until she reached the large stone structure, the Mills family crest carved above the door. Taking a deep breath, Emma reached up to the handle and turned it.

The door clicked open. Emma raised an eyebrow in surprise but stepped inside anyway. The dark, damp room was exactly as she remembered it.

"Regina?" she called out.

Silence.

Emma frowned and moved to the side of the tomb. Her father had told her of the narrow escape Henry had had with the Agrabahn viper and how the stone coffin could be slide aside to reveal a staircase. Placing her hands firmly against the cool surface, Emma braced herself and pushed. It moved, slowly but surely. She kept pushing until the stairs were completely exposed, a soft light shining up from below.

Hesitating for a split second, Emma began to descent into the vault.

Regina looked up from her book as she heard faint footsteps. Frowning, she got to her feet and moved towards the door. She knew whoever was there couldn't find her. She had placed a protection spell on the back room. Whoever was in her vault wouldn't even be able to see the door which led to where she had been hiding for the past few days. Waving her hand, she cast a spell allowing herself to view the larger room beyond. Her eyebrows rosed in surprise as Emma stepped inside. The Sheriff looked around the room curiously, eyeing Regina's many potions, boxes and books.

"Regina?" the blonde called out.

The brunette stayed stock still, waiting to see what the younger woman wanted.

"Are you here?" Emma asked the silent, empty room.

Regina didn't move.

"Ok well in case you are, I just wanted to let you know. Archie's alive. It was your mother. She framed you for his murder. She's here in Storybrooke and for some reason she wanted everyone to think you were a murderer." The blonde paused, scuffing her feet on the flagstone before she continued. "I'm sorry. I didn't believe you and I should have. Henry's sorry too. I think he wants to see you."

"Henry wants to see me?" Regina asked, waving her hand to disable the protection spell.

"JESUS!" Emma yelped at the sudden appearance of a doorway and the woman stood in it.

"Sorry," Regina said, shortly.

"It's ok," Emma said. "I just wasn't expecting you to appear like that."

"Henry?" Regina prompted.

"Right," Emma nodded. "He knows we were wrong. He knows you didn't kill Archie. I'm sorry I made him think you did."

Regina turned and walked further back into the small room. Emma followed.

"Did you really believe I had done that?" Regina asked, turning around and folding her arms. "I know I've done some terrible things in the past but did you really think I'd kill someone so important to my son."

"You tried to put me under a sleeping curse," Emma pointed out.

Regina glowered. "That was different," she argued.

"How?"

"Because Henry would never have found out."

"So it's ok to do bad things when people don't know you're doing them?" Emma asked.

"No," Regina sighed. "Not now. I'm trying to change Miss Swan, I really am."

"I know," Emma nodded. "Henry does too."

"He wants to see me?" Regina asked. Emma nodded. "And you'll let him?" Another nod.

"Thank you," Regina breathed out as she rushed towards the blonde and hugged her tightly.

Emma was so shocked at the action that she didn't react immediately. But after a few seconds she wrapped her own arms around the smaller woman, pulling her closer to her. Regina's face was buried in Emma's soft hair but the blonde could tell she was crying. Her body shook slightly and Emma tightened her arms, attempting to sooth the older woman.

Regina's heart was racing. What was she doing? What had she done? Why had she hugged the blonde? And how was she going to explain herself? The tears were for Henry: the relief at having her son back. But the heat in her cheeks, the pounding of her heart. What was causing that?

Emma waited, her hand gently stroking up and down Regina's back over her blazer. She wasn't quite sure what was going on but she understood the brunette needed the contact. And she wasn't about to complain. It had been far too long since Emma had had a beautiful woman in her arms. Even if that woman was, well, Regina.

After several minutes, Regina began to pull back and Emma loosened her arms immediately. The brunette wiped her eyes before raising them to look at the blonde.

"Sorry," she said. She hoped Emma would think the colour in her cheeks was embarrassment.

"It's ok," Emma assured in a soft voice, reaching out to wipe a stray tear away with the pad of her thumb. "Believe me, I know what it feels like the think you'll never see your son again."

Regina's breath caught in her throat as she stared into the emerald eyes before her. Emma understood her. Perhaps better than anyone else ever had. She and Emma, they had far more in common than either woman would care to admit.

They stayed stock still, eyes locked, with just a few inches separating their bodies. Regina wouldn't have been surprised in Emma could hear her thumping heart as it beat quickly against her ribcage. As she looked at Emma, the blonde's eyes shifted down her face and rested on her lips. Instinctively, Regina's tongue darted out to wet the plump flesh.

Emma never knew who made the first move. All she knew was that suddenly the brunette's mouth was against hers, lips caressing softly as her hands cupped Regina's cheeks. In turn, Emma felt the Mayor place her hands on Emma's waist before she pushed Emma back towards the table in the corner.

With a soft omph, Emma's legs collided with the wood and she jumped up onto it, never once breaking the kiss. She parted her thighs and Regina moved immediately to stand between them. As she did so, Emma's tongue ran slowly along the seam of Regina's mouth. Opening her lips, Regina groaned as she felt the blonde inside her for the first time. Emma's tongue flickered over her own before stroking the roof of her mouth and then retreating back. Regina followed it into Emma's hot, wet mouth. The blonde tasted like coffee and cinnamon.

Jean clad legs wrapped around the Mayor's ass, pulling her possessively, impossibly closer. Regina groaned and moved to pull Emma's grey roll neck up and over her head. In turn, Emma wrestled the brunette's blazer to the floor before setting to work on the small buttons of her blouse, their mouths still passionately locked. Finally discarding the silk top, Emma pulled back to look for the first time at the topless woman before her. Tan skin, flawless and smooth, made Emma's mouth water. Regina smirked at the dumbstruck look on the blonde's face and reached up to unhook her own bra clasp before letting it fall to the floor.

Emma reached out, cupping the newly exposed breasts, enjoying the weight of them in her hands. Regina leaned forwards and kissed the blonde again, wrapping her arms around her body as the kiss deepened. Their tongues danced between their mouths as teeth nibbled lightly on lips and nails scraped bare flesh.

Regina needed more. She needed to touch Emma. She needed to feel Emma. Reaching down, she unbuttoned the black jeans and slid down the zipper. Emma hopped off the table and kicked her boots from her feet, allowing Regina to slide the tight material down her legs. When she was stood in only her underwear, Emma smiled shyly up at the brunette kneeling before her.

"Are we crazy?" Regina asked, her hands stroking up and down Emma's thighs.

"Probably," Emma nodded before her hands reached behind her body to remove her own bra.

Regina smiled and leaned forwards to place a soft kiss to the skin just above Emma's red panties. The brunette recognised the pair as the ones Emma had been wearing when she had visited her hotel room the day after the blonde had burst into her life. Trying to distract herself from all the turmoil that had passed since then, Regina took the elastic of the panties in her teeth and pulled them slowly down until they reached Emma's knees and dropped to the floor.

Regina's brain was racing as she looked at Emma Swan, naked, for the first time. A small patch of neatly trimmed, curly blonde hair sat at the apex of her thighs. Her flat stomach showed the faintest stretch marks, the only evidence that the younger woman had even been pregnant. Her small breasts were round and pert, capped with rosy nipples which Regina reached up to tweak. Emma's groaned as she leaned back against the table.

The noise spurred Regina into action. She pushed Emma's thighs, encouraging her to jump up onto the table once more. Complying immediately, Emma opened her legs as Regina shuffled forwards on her knees and settled herself right in front of the blonde's needy sex. Glancing up at the green eyes once more, Regina lowered her mouth to the throbbing sex and took a long lick. Emma's head fell back against the wall as her hands flew to Regina's head, holding her closer. The brunette smiled and licked again, her tongue running from Emma's entrance, through her folds and up to her clit before she circled the bundle of nerves and moved back down to her channel. Emma bucked forwards as she felt the tip of Regina's hot tongue slide inside her, just a little. She needed more, she needed Regina inside her. Deep.

Regina moved her mouth back up to the hardened bundle at the top of Emma's sex as her left hand moved to palm a tight ass cheek. She squeezed and dug in her nails a little before giving the skin a light slap. Emma yelped at the sudden noise before a whimper spilled from her lips as two of Regina's fingers were pushed inside her. Relaxing her inner muscles, Emma allowed the intrusion, relishing the sensation of the brunette pushing further forwards on each thrust until her fingertips grazed the spot inside her which made Emma's entire body shudder.

Regina smirked, still moving her mouth relentlessly over the sensitive clit as she continued to push her fingers deeper inside the blonde. The tremors from Emma's body told Regina she had found what she was looking for and the brunette focused on hitting the G-spot every time as her mouth continued to suck and lave Emma's clit.

"I'm close," Emma gasped after a minute or two.

Regina sucked harder, pushed harder, gripped the ass cheek still beneath her left hand harder. Emma's back arched, her channel clenched, her clit felt like it was on fire. Just as her orgasm raced towards her, Regina brought her hand sharply down on her ass a final time.

Emma screamed. Actually screamed. Her hands pulled Regina's mouth even closer as her channel walls convulsed around the fingers buried deep within it, juices leaking from her as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Finally, Emma fell back against the wall, panting and wiping her sweaty brow. Regina pulled her fingers free slowly and got to her feet. Hesitating for a moment, she moved to stand between Emma's legs and held out her fingers to the young woman. The blonde took them in her mouth immediately, licking off her own juices and swirling her tongue over Regina's digits. The brunette's eyes darkened impossibly.

"My turn," she said in a low voice, her arousal painfully high.

"My pleasure," Emma grinned, hopping off the table and unzipping Regina's skirt. Just as the blonde was tugging Regina's pantyhose from her feet, the chime of a cell phone echoed through the room.

"That's Henry's ringtone," Emma said, glancing up the almost naked body of her son's other mother.

"Answer it," Regina sighed, leaning against the table Emma had just vacated.

Emma rifled through the discarded clothes and found her phone in the pocket of her jeans.

"Hey kid, what's up?" she asked, a little breathless.

"Did you find mum?" Henry asked.

"Um, yep. I found her," Emma said, glancing at Regina who was smirking.

"Did you tell her Archie isn't dead?" Henry asked.

"Yep," Emma nodded.

"And?"

"And she's looking forward to seeing you very soon," Emma said.

"Can we all go to Granny's for dinner?" Henry asked, excited to be able to spend time with both his mothers.

"Erm," Emma said, looking at Regina's body hungrily. She liked grilled cheese but at that moment, there was something else she would rather be eating. "Regina and I have some things to finish up but after that I think dinner sounds great. Shall we meet you at Granny's at 7pm?"

"See you then," Henry said before the phone went dead.

"Finish up?" Regina asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well," Emma said, tossing her phone onto the pile of clothes. "There's only so much I can do in an hour but yes, Madam Mayor, I do intend to make you finish at least twice in that time." As she spoke, Emma walked back towards the brunette until she was stood in front of her, their torsos flush together once more.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Regina asked.

Emma grinned and tucked her fingers into the side of Regina's lace thong.