A/N- It has been forever since I have last updated and I apologize in the large gap of space between chapters. My life has lately been in an uproar and unfortunately, fanfic has been the last thing on my mind. But enough of my excuses; here is the latest chapter.

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The mare was tethered to a post inside the dilapidated barn they had sought refuge in. The sun was dropping fast but the temperature wasn't; it was hot and sticky and humid. Thunder rolled in the distance and the wind was picking up slightly. Emma stood at the door of the barn as Regina unpacked their bags to coax up dinner.

The barn doors were wide open; trying to tempt in a breeze and Emma sighed into her arm as the horse bumped her with her body. She turned, surprised. The mare looked away as if playing pretend. A smile crept over Emma's face. She had never been around the large animals, didn't know anything about their temperaments or intelligence. But she could tell this horse was quite a character.

The blonde turned and regarded the large animal as the mare snuck a glance at her and tossed her head. Emma stepped closer and put a light hand on her back; reveling in the feel of the soft skin and hard muscle underneath the silky finish. "You're a beast aren't you?" She asked and the horse turned around to sniff her. The mare blew her in her face forcefully and then twitched her ears.

Emma followed instinct and blew back, into her nostrils. The animal shifted on her feet and leaned closer but the blonde refused to back away. Apprehension darted into her body because the horse was so big with big teeth and immeasurable strength.

"Don't back down, Miss Swan. Stand your ground."

"Says the woman twenty feet away."

"She wants to know if she can intimidate you."

"Sounds like someone else I know."

Regina smirked. "Stand your ground." She said again from her distance.

The horse leaned in and bumped gently against Emma, testing her resolve and tenacity. When the blonde didn't move but continued to stare into the horse's dark eyes the animal tossed her head and backed up slightly; giving Emma room to breathe.

"What now?" She muttered out of the side of her mouth.

"Move toward her, slowly." Regina said coaxingly.

Emma did as she was told and reached a hand up to stroke down the animal's velvety nose. "You're going to be a handful aren't you?" She whispered and leaned against the animal. The horse steadied her and allowed the gesture of friendship.

"Very good, Miss Swan. And you've never ridden?" Regina came up behind her and Emma moved back to allow the woman to caress the blonde beast.

"Never been around them before."

"Interesting." Regina said. "Well, she likes you, accepts you as part of the herd."

"The herd?"

"Yes, as far as she is concerned, you, she, and I are a heard."

"What an unlikely trio." Emma laughed. "Hey, you should name her."

"What?"

"Yeah, we can't just call her 'the horse'." She patted the animal affectionately. "She deserves a proper name."

"I don't know-" Regina stammered and looked into the dark eyes of her steed.

"What about Bessy?" The horse and Regina both fit Emma with a withering stare. "Or not." She mumbled.

"That's a common name, Miss Swan. She is not a common horse." The animal seemed to preen under Regina's attentive fingers on her nose and in her mane. "She's a horse fit for a queen."

"Venus." Emma said quietly.

Regina twirled and looked at her appraisingly. "Venus." She rubbed the horse and looked into the animal's eyes. "I like that, what do you think?" The horse tossed her head in, what seemed to Emma to be, a dramatic and glamorous way. "Well, then, that's settled."

They shut the barn doors and after securing anything that could be harmful to Venus, untied her to let her roam about. They then crawled up the ladder to the loft and cracked open the small, hinged doors to let the cool breeze of the storm sweep in. Emma shucked her boots and belt before tossing a quilt over a stack of musky hay. She knew she would probably wake up with fleas in the morning but shrugged and laid down.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Regina do the same and when the woman glanced over to her; she shut her gaze quickly and rolled over. It felt odd not having Regina there with her; beside her in the bed. She shrugged mentally and fell asleep.

Lightening flashed and she heard thunder. Emma awoke to rain pounding on the roof of the barn and checked to see if Regina was awake. The woman was lying with her back to her; curled into the hay with her arms wrapped around her. It seemed that she was sleeping peacefully somewhat. The blonde rolled back over and listened to the rain.

Emma stalked closer as Regina struggled against her bindings. "Untie me!" she hissed.

"This was inevitable, don't you think?" the blonde asked with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She pressed her body to the woman's trembling frame and rolled it against her seductively.

"I don't want this." Regina choked out.

"Really? Because your body is telling me you do." Emma's hands pressed into her waistline to stroke her sex, finding it hot and wet. Regina moaned again as the blonde's fingers found her clit and swirled across it. She writhed in pleasure and fear as Emma's fingers slipped inside her; pushing her toward the edge.

A moan met Emma's ears over the pounding of the rain. She whirled and looked at Regina. The brunette was still curled on her side; facing away. She wasn't writhing or flailing as she had done the previous nights and the blonde was unsure as to whether she had heard the noise at all. Watchful green eyes gazed at the woman across from her; looking for any sign of duress.

"You will desist in your gropings, Miss Swan!" Regina shouted, hating that her traitorous body was responding to the blonde in a way that was totally foreign to her.

The blonde chuckled again and pushed two fingers deep into her wet sex as her folds clenched around them automatically. "And stop the pleasure I'm obviously giving you? I think not." Green eyes flashed as she began to pump faster, driving the heel of her hand into Regina's clit as the bound woman gasped and quaked.

"Regina!" Emma shouted, shaking the trembling woman from her dream. The brunette looked up to see the blonde hovering over her and her body reacted. She flipped Emma over and sat astride her; pushing her arms to her sides and staring at her menacingly. "Is that your go-to wrestling move or something?" The blonde woman asked in exasperation. "This is the fourth time you've pinned me; it's getting old."

"Maybe you'll think about that the next time you put your hands on me." The woman snarled and leaned over her locking her with dark, angry eyes.

"Easy, I thought you were having another nightmare." The blonde said looking up at the woman in the flashing lightening. "You were moaning and shaking and I was just trying to wake you up."

"I wasn't having a nightmare! I was…" but the color drained from Regina's face as she realized that she couldn't finish the explanation. What was more, was that her still wet center was now pressed to Emma's stomach.

But the blonde seemed not to notice because she was looking up at the brunette curiously. "Why were you moaning?"

"You're right, Miss Swan." Regina said as she rose from the blonde. "I was having a nightmare; thank you for your fearless heroism." She brushed her off and stood.

When the cool air impacted Emma's stomach on Regina's departure she looked down and found that her tank had risen up slightly. She stood and muttered, moving back to her respective hay stack and laid back down. Emma reached down to pull her tank back over her flat stomach and found that her fingers came away slick. What the fuck? She thought as she wiped at the slightly damp spot with her fingers and then brought them to her face; trying to place the smell.

Regina watched in horror as Emma wiped the slick residue that her heat had left behind and brought her fingers up to sniff. She longed to turn her back to the blonde but found that she couldn't. Instead, she watched through a clenched eye as Emma frowned slightly and then let out a silent gasp. Regina clamped her eyes tight and rolled over.

The woman gaped at the musk on her fingers and then felt her body respond. Regina was having a wet dream. If the blonde had not been so shocked she would have giggled in a very girlish manner. The stoic mayor of Storybrook was lying in a pile of hay not ten feet from her and moaning at a wet dream. The idea was absurd to the blonde and yet it made her stomach flip pleasantly. It was nice to realize that for all of Regina's swagger, seductiveness, and teasing that the woman was actually human enough to have lusty embarrassing dreams. The blonde went back to sleep, looking forward to ripping Regina about it the following morning.