Later, Regina woke in a cold sweat, feeling sick. She reached up to feel her forehead, but Emma was already there with her hand pressed against it. Their eyes met, and Regina felt her stomach do another flip. Had she really woken up? Was she still dreaming?

"You're sick," Emma said, looking around for David.

"I'm not," Regina insisted. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine."

"Really," Regina argued. "I'm okay. I had. . . I had some weird dreams. That's all."

Emma looked suspicious. She was never sure how much of what Regina said was the truth. It was hard to tell. She was the type of woman to smile through a lie and love each minute of it. Hopefully, Emma thought, she wouldn't lie to her. But she still wasn't sure. Either way, she figured she'd leave Regina alone and simply keep an eye on her, making sure it didn't get any worse. Emma stood up and nodded at Regina.

"Okay. Let's go find David. We should really get going."

Regina nodded back and stood up, too, looking a little dizzy. She followed Emma through the trees and tried to focus on her surroundings, but all she could think of was the previous day, remembering the way it felt to press her body against Emma's, the way it felt to kiss her hungrily, to finally take what she'd wanted. She'd won. She'd beaten the pirate. She had Emma's attention now, and she was going to do everything in her power to keep it. The woman wasn't about to give up her prize easily. If Hook wanted Emma, he'd have to go through her, and that wasn't a fight he was about to win.

"Hey," Regina shouted ahead. "Emma. I think I found him."

Emma turned around, but she was closer to Regina than she'd thought, and when she did turn, they were face to face. The Queen kissed her lips eagerly.

"Just kidding," she teased.

Emma scowled and said, "We don't have time for this."

"Oh, come on. It won't take long."

With an eyebrow raised, Emma reluctantly moved a little closer, letting Regina kiss her lips gently. When the kisses grew more forceful, she pulled away.

"Wait. Just relax, okay? We should really get going."

"What are you so afraid of?" Regina asked, grabbing her wrist, her fingertips digging into the skin.

"Ow," Emma said. "Jesus. Let go."

But Regina ignored her, simply kissing her again, this time with even more enthusiasm than before. As Emma found herself thrown off balance, Regina caught her with an arm around the small of her back, pushing their bodies together. The kiss didn't stop until Emma protested again, at which point Regina grew irritated and gripped her wrists tighter.

"Regina, you're hurting me," Emma told her, her brow furrowing with worry. But their lips were still crushed together, so Emma was speaking directly against Regina, unable to pull away. "What are you doing?" she managed to get out, even though the sound was muffled.

"I'm taking what I want," Regina hissed, squeezing until Emma's arms bruised.

"Regina, you can have it. Just not now. Stop it."

But Regina didn't know how to take this. The only way she'd ever known how to get what she wanted was to take it by force. Being offered the thing she wanted most was something she couldn't comprehend. 'Waiting' also wasn't a lesson in any of her spell books, so when Emma said no, she didn't understand that it really just meant, 'wait.' Emma was gasping for air, and when Regina noticed, she loosened her hold on the woman's wrists.

"I don't like waiting, Emma," she explained.

"Well, that's too damn bad!" Emma yelled, throwing her fists out against Regina's chest, thrashing. "Let-fucking-go!"

This only fueled the fire, and the game of cat and mouse continued as Emma slipped out of her grip and turned to walk away. In a flash of rage, Regina jerked her back and held her there against her chest, staring down into Emma's eyes, which were starting to well up with tears.

"This hurts," Emma whimpered, confused and not understanding how Regina could be acting that way.

Apparently, Regina just wasn't used to 'no.' Even if she did have Emma, she didn't have all of her, that was what she wanted. And she was too impatient to wait.

Regina shoved Emma up against a tree and nearly tore the woman's shirt open, roughly gripping her shoulders and kissing the exposed skin of her neck. At this point, Emma was actually crying and still trying to break free. When she found that she could not, she desperately looked up at Regina, who was nowhere near finished with her game.

"Look," Emma begged. "I'll let you kiss me. Just slow down. Please. I'll let you kiss me."

To prove her words, Emma leaned in and kissed her with tear-soaked lips.