Regina lunged at Emma, grabbing her by the wrist, jerking her close, and crushing their mouths together. Emma's eyes were wide with shock, and she found herself unable to breathe. The kiss didn't stop, and suddenly she was kissing back, her lips moving with Regina's. What am I doing? Emma thought, completely astounded. But still, she didn't stop. Soon, Regina was wrapping her fingers in her hair, pulling her face closer, and kissing her harder. Emma was surprised at just how soft her lips were - how delicate. For a woman so hard, her features were soft and suddenly seductive.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked, stumbling backwards.

Regina looked a little put off, but she stepped forward anyway, unwilling to stand down. She wasn't giving up. She was too pissed off, too offended, too. . . not hurt. Regina refused to believe she had feelings soft enough to allow her to feel pain. And yet, there she was, burning inside with. . . something. She didn't know what. Her eyes flashed with fury, and she grabbed Emma by the throat, walking her backwards until her back was against an enormous tree. Again, she kissed her, this time biting her lip, a little harder than she'd wanted. Emma was bleeding, and Regina could taste it. But she refused to stop, even when Emma tried to push her away.

Emma wanted to believe it was unwanted, and yet. . . she wasn't pulling away. She wasn't saying 'no.' She stopped shoving Regina and leaned back against the bark. When she started to tilt her head back, Regina's lips moved down to her neck. Slowly, Regina planted kisses up and down her throat, then bit down. Emma hissed, a moan slipping out between her reluctant lips.

"We can't do this," she breathed.

"Why not?" Regina demanded, holding her firmly in place - maybe a little too hard.

Emma felt her shoulders bruising, but she didn't try to pull away again. She felt helpless, unable to escape. Even if she had wanted to - she wasn't sure - there was no way out. Regina's vice was too strong to maneuver without hurting the other woman, and she wasn't about to start a fight over a kiss. And so what if they did kiss? It meant nothing, just like with Hook. Right? Regina was. . . well. . . Emma didn't know.

"What are you playing at? What do you want, Regina?"

"Can't you see you're killing me?"

Warm tears escaped her eyes, and shame overflowed inside her, but she was unable to stop the flood betraying her heart.