A/N- Thanks for all the comments and reviews. Keep them coming, they're encouraging :) Here's another chapter for you to enjoy.

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Emma stepped around the tub and shoved the linen at her. "Here, Your Majesty." She said and moved away from her, coming to the bag and taking out the nightshirt Regina usually wore. "And here's your-" She began but stopped when she found the brunette directly behind her.

"Thank you, dear." The woman dropped the sheet and slipped the shirt over her head; wiggling her hips for effect to allow the fabric to slide down over her moist body. "Now, let me tend to your shoulder."

"Umm…about that."

"Yes?" Regina stepped toward her and the blonde backed up a bit.

"I've decided that I'll keep it the way it is, thanks."

"Don't be silly; I saw you stumble outside."

"I'm clumsy remember?"

"I remember, but you were in pain and lost focus. You need your wits about you to navigate this land, dear."

"It's no big deal, really."

Regina lunged forward and grabbed the arm; moving with dexterity and power that Emma had not expected. The brunette tugged on the shoulder gently and Emma hissed. "Really, Miss Swan. I can fix it. It won't hurt this time." Emma looked into her eyes and knew she spoke the truth.

"It's not necessary. It will heal on its own."

Regina sighed and pulled the card she knew would trump any argument the blonde offered. "If you are not in your best form, you will put your life in danger; as well as mine." Emma froze and glared at her. "If I am worried about your physical state, I cannot be as alert myself. If you can't lift a hand to defend yourself then that becomes my job."

"Damn it, Regina." Emma knew that she was being manipulated. "That is such shit."

"It's the truth."

"I know!" the blonde snapped and sat down on the bed. "Fix the damn thing." She mumbled and Regina slid onto the bed behind her; rising to her knees until her thighs were pressed on either side of Emma's hips.

"I knew you would see it my way." The brunette purred in her ear as her hands connected with Emma and the tingling began immediately.

"Just control yourself this time, last time it got…a bit out of…hand." She winced at her own word choice and Regina chuckled.

"It's not my fault you are so sensitive to my touch."

Emma growled low in her throat and scowled. "You have magic; it's not like a normal massage." She grumbled.

"Like the one you tried to give me today? While we were riding?" Regina felt the blonde stiffen under her.

"I was asleep."

"With your hands on my body."

"I was dreaming, obviously." It was suddenly too hot in the room for Emma as her body tingled and heat pooled between her thighs as she could feel her shoulder was almost mended.

"Yes, well. Perhaps next time you'll control your naughty hands better, hmm?"

"I'm not the only one with unusual dreams, am I Regina?"

The hands on her stilled slightly but the healing continued.

"What does that mean?"

"You know exactly what that means, dear."

"You're healed." Regina announced and withdrew from the bed to stand away with her hands on her hips. "If you're not going to explain yourself, Miss Swan-"

"Last night when I awoke you from your 'nightmare'," Emma made air quotes with her fingers. "and you pinned me, as you have a habit of doing, you left a little something behind on me." She stood and stretched out her muscles and healed shoulder but her eyes never left the woman before her. Regina's body went rigid.

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Let me explain further." Emma stepped close to her with triumph in her eyes but the brunette refused to back down. "When I settled back down on my haystack, I noticed a wet spot where your body had been pressed against my stomach. I wiped it off and found that it had a distinct aroma with which I am rather familiar."

Regina flushed but narrowed her eyes. "I don't want to know anything about your tawdry affiliations with-"

"Tell me, Regina. What had you so wet?" Emma asked and the woman shuddered at the breath on her neck as the blonde leaned over her.

"I was not-"

"Yes, you were soaking." Emma purred. "I had difficulty getting all of your lust off of me. Were you dreaming about me?"