"Why would you want me to be jealous?" Regina asked.

"Because I like the idea of you setting him on fire," Emma joked. "But seriously, it's because I like knowing that you would set him on fire... That you'd do anything to keep him from me. But not because you hate him. Because you want me to yourself..."

The queen's jealousy began to subside as she looked into the savior's eyes. She couldn't understand the effect Emma seemed to have on her. The slightest hint of sweetness in her words made Regina melt, and it wasn't something she could control; it was involuntary, like taking in a breath of air. She wouldn't admit it, but in her eyes, Emma was royalty.

"You mean, you like that I want you?"

Emma nodded, took her hand, and told her, "Because I want you, too."

Regina stayed quiet, looking into the woman's eyes. There was something there she couldn't place. Was it affection? True, genuine affection? For her? Regina wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it warmed her to the core and softened her features, easing the scowl on her face. Part of her looked hopeful, but the other part looked crushed, broken, and weak. She was not used to having so many feelings all at once - or having feelings at all, really (other than anger).

"Emma... Do you love him?"

"Of course not," she said quickly, shaking her head enthusiastically.

"Do you love Hook?"

"Regina," Emma said. "I told you, that kiss meant nothing."

"It was something to me."

Emma felt her heart break as she pulled Regina in close to her chest.

"Please understand, Regina. It was just a kiss."

"It sure looked like more than a kiss."

"Well, it wasn't!" Emma snapped.

Regina hung her head, but Emma lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

"I only have eyes for you," Emma assured her. "But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you really in this for me, or are you like this with every woman you want to fuck?"

"Hey! What the Hell is that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a slut?"

"No! Regina, stop it. I'm asking you if this is just some game to you or if it actually means something. I'm asking if there's anyone else."

"No," Regina told her quietly. "There's no one else."

"And...?"

"And what?"

"And is this just a game to you?"

"No."

"Regina."

"No, it's not a game to me! I want you to myself not because I don't like to share - though I really don't - but because I care for you and it breaks my heart to see you kiss someone else."

"If you want my lips, claim them," Emma offered. "They're yours."

Regina eagerly pressed her lips to the blonde's and kissed her softly.

"You won't do it again, will you?" the queen whispered.

"Never," Emma promised.

"I want you to prove to me they're not the ones you want."

"What? How?"

"You figure that out, but one way or another, I need to know."