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Two

"We need to talk."

Her mother and father caught her in their steady, disapproving gazes, the second she walked in the door.

Her jumping heart and skipping nerves quieted instantly. She'd come from setting up Elsa in a room Granny's, and she'd left her with a searing kiss and a promise to go shopping the next day. She'd been too excited to drive the bug home so she'd practically skipped back to the apartment, a wide grin reaching to her ears.

She debated feigning innocence and pretend that she had no idea what was going on. But she could tell by the look on her father's face that there was no backing out.

She did what every teenager would do after getting caught by her parents, she hug her coat and hung her head and sat dutifully to accept her punishment. Her parents hadn't had the chance when she was actually a teenager, and she supposed they were gleefully pulling out all the stops in the parent handbook for this one.

Snow did what every mother would do upon catching their child in their first relationship. She shrieked, "Emma, I know you come from a different world than the rest of us, but I thought we'd raised you better these past few years. You're a princess! She's a Queen! There are rules!"

David rested a reassuring hand on her arm, and her yelling turned to quiet mumbling under her breath.

"Your mother is right Emma, there are rules for these sorts of things, even in this world. Elsa, she's barely eighteen, she's a child. "

In truth she hadn't really thought of that. "But it's not illegal Dad."

Snow pushed, "She'd innocent Emma, she doesn't understand what's going on."

Her father nodded, "She is really young."

Emerald eyes flashed with defiance, "She'd been through a hell of a lot more than most people at eighteen. She had to grown up fast. So did I."

Snow paled.

David only tightened his grip on her arm. "This world is vastly different than the other..."

"We're all human," Emma mumbled, "Attraction, affection, it's all the same no matter where you are."

"But why Elsa?" Snow asked.

Emma raised her gaze, "Why anyone Mom? Why did you and Dad fall for each other?"

They looked at one another then, memories rushing through their mind. David didn't take his eyes from his wife when he answered, "We knew right away we were connected by the fates."

Snow continued, "We hated each other at first of course, but we needed each other from the instant we first met."

"Exactly, " Emma whispered softly, "I didn't mean for this to happen...When I first saw her she was huddled in the corner, frightened and frustrated, but our eyes met and I just knew. I just knew," She repeated.

"And Elsa?"

"She feels it too." Her shoulder's relaxed and a soft smile spread across her features, "She feels warm with me Dad, she feels warm and so do I. Mom, something feels right for the first time since Neal. Please, don't tell me to stop, because...I'd love your support." She added reluctantly, "I could really use your help to, you know, bridge the gap between that world and this one, with all the rules and all."

"We will," David agreed quickly with Snow following his lead reluctantly.

Snow blurted, "But we don't want to see her get hurt."

"I don't want that either."

"Or you," Her father reached across the table to hold her hand, "We couldn't stand it if you were the one to get hurt."

"I won't, " Emma shook her head stubbornly.

"We've never seen you so open before, and that worries us," He continued.

"Be careful with your heart, to give it away so freely to someone you barely know, there could be consequences," Snow added.

"I know...I just can't help what I feel."

"Of course, we just worry."

She looked skeptical and sullen, every bit playing the part of the teenager.

"We're your parents." They rose and sandwiched her in an embrace. "We love you."

"Thanks, I guess." She didn't shrug them off though, she let herself be held in a warm circle of affection. "I love you too."

The next morning Emma arrived at Granny's with the intent to take Elsa shopping for some real world clothes.

Her pure intent was briefly sidetracked by the younger woman's infuriating beauty.

She opened the door and the first thing Emma noticed was her hair, she'd worn it down today with a modern braid sweeping to the side, and the soft waves of her blonde hair falling to her waist.

Her waist.

It was so tiny, Emma expected both hands would wrap around it.

So she reached out, hands about her waist to pull the blonde closer for a quick kiss.

"Hello Emma." The younger woman looked up through long eyelashes and treated her to a breathtaking smile.

"Hi you," She was smiling herself, when she bent to place another kiss on her upturned mouth.

This one wasn't so quick.

Elsa clutched at the lapels of her leather jacket and tugged her into the room.

Emma barely had the capacity to remember to kick the door closed before she let herself fall headfirst into the kiss.

"Mmm that's much better," Elsa whispered, "I missed you."

"It's barely been twelve hours," Emma pointed out, landing a kiss on her nose.

Elsa answered her with her mouth, her tongue, her breathy sighs.

Sexy confident Elsa or sweet innocent Elsa. Either way she loved it.

She poured herself into the embrace and let herself get lost in the heat.

Sometime during their drive into the next town Elsa took Emma's hand and didn't let go. Her long delicate fingers made Emma feel like she had bear paws for hands. They walked hand in hand through the busy mall. Elsa's head whipped around, taking in the new sights and smells all around her.

"Emma! Emma, there are so many lights and sparkling glass and music, there is music coming from everywhere." She paused to listen outside of Aeropostale and shuddered, "It's rather terrible music though, it sounds so tiny and fake. They can't have a very good orchestra, can they?"

Emma chuckled and kissed her cheek, "You're quite right, they don't have much on the orchestra side."

Much to Elsa's delight, they stopped to find jeans first.

She went into the change room with a handful of different sizes and eventually came out in a pair of tiny dark blue jeans. "They feel so terribly strange," Her dress was hitched to her waist and her cheeks were red with excitement, "But I look like you in these."

"Wow." Her mouth went dry. They were tight, but not too tight, and hugged her slight curves in all the right places. "Do you like them though?" She asked.

"I do! Look at my legs, they look so wonderful. They look like a jockey would, lean and powerful and beautiful, very beautiful.ยจ

"Yeah, babe, you look hot, really hot." She couldn't have looked away, even if she'd tried.

"Hot?"

"It's a compliment, it means you look really good to me."

"Hot," She intoned again, "Is it because of the fire in your belly?"

Emma had never thought about it that way, "I guess so..."

"Well then you look hot too, in your jeans." Her blue eyes raked Emma's body and the older woman suddenly felt very exposed under her gaze.

She blushed and struggled to push her less than innocent thoughts from her mind, "Let's just go buy them ok."

***
They made their way around the mall picking up other necessary items, and others not so necessary. Emma's arms were laden with bags and show boxes as she followed Elsa from store to store. The younger woman practically skipped ahead and dragged them into every store. Just to see Emma, just to see.

They danced into the lingerie store.

Emma was pretty sure her heart stopped.

Elsa went straight to the thongs, practically doubled over with laughter, "Look at how tiny these are, Oh Emma, imagine me wearing this..."

Truth was, she could imagine it, all too well.

She flitted from thongs to bikini bottoms until she settle on a table of boy shorts in dozens of colours. "This is more like what we had at home, would it be alight..."

"Yeah sure, pick what you need..." She tried to avert her gaze, tried to avert her mind.

She hunted down a sales woman for the bras.

The heavily made up girl plastered on a fake smile, "Oh look at you sisters, out for a shopping trip, how nice. Is there a special occasion? Are you looking for anything in particular."

Elsa was indignant, "She's not my sister because otherwise I couldn't do this." She rose on tiptoes to kiss Emma.

Emma blushed and stuttered, "She just needs a hand finding something that fits properly."

She studiously glared at her phone, while the two fiddled with the measuring tape and paraded back and forth with bras in hot pink and flaming red that Elsa seemed to prefer. She struggled and failed miserably to turn her mind off.

A small voice came over her thoughts, "Emma? I need some help please."

"Want me to get the sales lady?"

"No, no, I don't want her I want you."

Emma slipped in the door.

Boobs.

That was all she could see.

Full breasts, all pale skin and dusky pink.

Boobs.

And, after a few dangerous seconds, she noticed the tangled Elsa, one arm stuck over her head and the straps tangled around her neck.

Focus Swan, Focus.

Careful not to touch the expanse of smooth skin, she showed her how to get herself into the bra without getting tangled.

The younger woman preened in front of the mirror, checking herself out from every angle, "How do I look?"

"Hot," Emma mumbled, "Really hot."

Elsa turned and stepped into her arms. She practically purred, "Do you feel the fire in your belly."

"I do babe, I do." She had to know what she was doing to her. Every nerve was singing, sending direct messages to the throbbing between her things.

"I do too, I feel as though I'm about to explode," Elsa shuddered and ran her hands up Emma's sides beneath her jacket. "I think I might like to see you dressed as I am," She nodded to her scantily clad ensemble.

Emma dropped an extremely chaste kiss on her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut against the vivid images in her mind. "You can, you can, but only in private ok?"

"Ok," She answered with a hungry gaze and a breathy sigh.

Once back at Granny's she was eager to change into her new clothes, tiny jeans and a loose flowing top, her creamy breasts spilling out over the top.

She twirled, "Emma, I mean babe, what do you think?"

"You're beautiful," Emma murmured, "You're hot."

She really needed some more words other than hot, but even the simplest ones failed her.

Elsa grinned knowingly, "Emma will you kiss me?"

She didn't have to be asked twice. In three strides she was across the room, pulling the other woman into her arms, and kissing her deeply.

She let her hands wander this time, from her tiny waist and jean clad ass, to the flat plane of her stomach and up to cup her breasts.

Elsa clumsily returned the favour.

"Emma, Emma," She chanted, "I think I need to sit down, I feel so strange."

With weak knees and mouths locked together, they toppled onto the couch. Emma did her best to keep her weight off the tiny woman, but Elsa took charge easily in familiar kisses, tugging her closer with roaming hands and insistent tongue.

Emma couldn't help herself, she slipped a knee between her thighs and sighed as their bodies came together, moved together.

Almost immediately Elsa sat up straight, nearly crashing foreheads, her eyes wild. "Emma, Emma, what was that that I just felt?" She asked. She squirmed in her seat, her hands absentmindedly reaching for the other woman to bring her closer.

Emma carefully disentangled them and she scrubbed at her face with her hands, "Hmm it's hard to explain, I guess it's just something extra good you feel when you're with someone special."

They must have had some idea of how sex worked in other worlds, they must. She made a mental note for Snow to talk to her, because she was way over her head here, her raw attraction clouding all rational thought.

"I was on fire, oh Emma, I just want to be close to you, I want to feel that again. " She fiddled with the button of Emma's jeans absentmindedly.

It took all her restraint to shake her head and set them further apart. Her control was good, but not that good. "Uh Elsa, we should take a break, we shouldn't go further than this."

Hot white fire of understanding danced in her blue eyes.

Maybe she didn't need to talk to Snow after all.

The younger woman stretched and shivered, "But Emma, I feel so good."

"That's exactly why we have to take a little break."

"Is it because we're not True Loves yet?" She pouted.

Emma nodded, "Something like that babe, we'll come back to this ok. Let's get something to eat..."

The other woman brightened almost immediately, "Can we get french fries?"

Once downstairs in the diner, Elsa was momentarily distracted as she happily munched on fries, though more ketchup than fry.

Still, they sat in a booth with Elsa practically in Emma's lap. She took her hand, she played with her hair, she whispered in her ear with her breath tickling her neck, she was walking the line from playful to dangerous.

The din of the diner swirled around her, Emma was oblivious but for the small body vibrating with energy beside her.

She didn't notice Regina until she sank into the booth across from them, "Emma, Elsa, how are you doing."

Emma blushed, "We're doing alright."

"Elsa dear, how are you enjoying the town?"

"Oh it very strange, but Emma is helping me." She scooped up the last french fry on her plate and nodded to the woman beside her, "We're special friends."

Regina raised an eyebrow in a questioning glance, "Special friends?"

Before Emma had the chance to answer, Elsa piped up, "It means we kiss and it's not True Love Kiss but it's lovely all the same."

Emma blushed as red as the ketchup.

Elsa brightened, "Would you like to be my special friend too?"

Regina's dark eyes sparkled in amusement and sent Emma a knowing glance, "Thank you for the offer dear, however in this land we typically have one special friend at a time. Emma is really special is she not?"

"Yes," She beamed up at Emma.

"Am I the same kind of special?" The brunette asked.

Elsa dragged her attention away from her woman, "No, I hardly even know you."

"Well there you have it, Emma is your girlfriend, your only girlfriend. Girlfriend, that's what we call it here."

Emma chuckled, her cheeks still a deep red, "Thanks Regina."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No dear, but I do have a boyfriend, he's over there getting our coffees."

Elsa nodded her approval, "Oh he's quite handsome, but Emma is far more handsome."

"Would you like to join us?" Emma asked out of politeness only.

To her relief, Regina shook her head, "No thank you, I'll see you to at family dinner tomorrow night? "

"Yeah, see you."

"Bye Regina!" Elsa waved cheerfully. "So I'm your girlfriend? " She punctuated her question with a kiss to her cheek and stolen french fry from Emma's plate.

Emma swore she stopped breathing. "Yeup," She managed, "If you want to be."

"I want that very much." Elsa shifted closer to her on the bench, sliding a her hand up her leg, getting dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

Shit.

Elsa was innocent to the ways this world worked but she wasn't inexperienced where it mattered.

Far from it.

A/N: Thanks to everyone reading, and reviewing (What?!). This is pure guilty pleasure for me and so I'm having a blast writing this. I'm glad that others are enjoying it too :)

Also, ugh I know I put Regina with a boyfriend and I'm sorry, it pains me as the sq shipper I am. But if she and Emma cant be together then I want her to be happy. Sorry, sorry, sorry! This is the only time I mention it. Ugh.