Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Once Upon a Time

Three

"Emma, you look nice."

"Don't look so surprised Mom," Emma rolled her eyes. But she knew she looked good, in skin tight black jeans and a loose white blouse. She'd even rubbed the scuff marks off her black boots.

"Where are you going?" Her mother prodded.

"Out with Elsa." She couldn't help the smile that reached from ear to ear.

"You're always spending time with her, we never see you anymore." Snow pouted.

"She is my girlfriend," Emma grumbled pointedly as she leaned over to kiss a sleeping Neal on the forehead.

"But.."

"No Mom, she makes me really happy ok. Please." She'd never felt so good as she did when she was in Elsa's arms, never felt so warm and so happy.

"We don't make you happy?" Snow continued to grouse.

"Sure, " Emma squeezed her should, "Sure you do, but it's a different kind of happy. You've got Dad, you know how it is."

"But he's my husband, I love him. He's not just some three week relationship."

"I love Elsa." Emma whispered, "I was planning on telling her first but now you know. I love her."

"Emma, I thought this was just a phase. She's just new face and a pretty one at that, but there's still time for you to find a man and settle down. I mean be serious, Emma," She pleaded.

"I am serious," Emma's voice was sure and steady, warmth spilling out over every word, "I love Elsa with all my heart. "

"But Emma..."

"Don't ruin this for me please." The blonde shook her head and headed for the door. "Don't wait up."

Any irritation was quickly forgotten the second she was out in the crisp winter air. She loved Elsa. She was going to tell her tonight. She hoped to show her tonight too.

She practically ran to Granny's.

Elsa opened the door seconds after Emma knocked at her door.

They were in each other's arms, mouths crashing into each other, for an intimate hello.

"You look really hot Emma," The other woman whispered.

Emma giggled, Elsa had certainly gotten the hang of the lingo without much trouble, and she used the colloquial terms as much as possible. "So do you," Emma replied, trailing kisses along her jaw. Her hands ghosted over the satiny material of Elsa's teal form fitting dress, her hands falling to her ass and pulling her closer. The younger woman moaned into the kiss, her hips moving against Emma's.

They pulled back breathless, eyes swirling with lust.

"Uh..." Emma struggled with her words, "We should get going babe or we'll never leave."

Elsa shifted purposefully against the front of Emma's jeans, "Would that be such a terrible thing?"

Her mouth went dry, "No but... Fuck... No, I'm going to take you out properly. You're a queen and deserve to be treated as such."

"By taking me out on a fig?"

Emma chuckled and kissed her cheek, "By taking you out on a date sweetheart."

"A date." She shook her head, "You people are so very strange."

Emma offered her arm for Elsa to take, "Come on hot stuff let me show you what this is all about."

They drove past the town line and into the next small fishing village along the coast where Bed and Breakfasts and quaint little antique shops lined the winding road.

Emma pulled up to a small gingerbread style cottage and led Elsa up the torch lined walkway.

The restaurant itself was aglow with candle light and twinkling chandeliers. Walls and tables in rich dark wood and deep reds apostasy were accented by cream coloured table cloths and white roses in the cozy dining room.

"Oh Emma this is beautiful ." Her head whipped around, her blonde hair fanning out about her, as she took it all in.

"You're beautiful," Emma whispered in her ear and placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth. Then she blushed at how corny it sounded, but such was the effect Elsa had on her.

The younger woman's breathless laugh that followed, tinkled like glittering snow, "Oh Emma you're so wonderful."

They were led to a secluded table where the two women immediately reached for each others hands over the exquisite cream table cloth. Emma's thumb moved in slow sensual circles at the base of her wrist.

Elsa's blue eyes were so intently focused on her that she was at once desperate to look away and also happy to be trapped by her gaze forever.

A server came and went , pouring glasses of wine that glowed in the candlelight a deep garnet in their glasses.

Elsa took a tentative sip, her eyes fluttering shut, "This is far better tasting than anything we had in Arendelle."

Emma leaned across the table, plying her lips with a kiss. They were soft, so soft, and she could taste the wine, full bodied and sweet. "Mmmm delicious."

The other woman's features quivered with amusement, "Emma dear, you too are far sweeter than anything in Arendelle."

Fear shivered down her spine, "Does that mean that I don't have to worry about suddenly waking up alone one morning, and finding out that you've gone back to an old girlfriend in Arendelle? Or, I mean ,we haven't talked about it, of course Ill understand if you want to go back to live there or we can arrange to visit or..." She trailed off, suddenly intensely interested in the candle flame.

"Emma."

"What?" She couldn't meet her eyes after her outburst. She hadn't meant for it to happen.

"Emma, don't you know how I feel?"

She shook her head.

"There was never any girl back in Arendelle, there's only you. There's only Emma Swan who makes me feel warm for the first time in my life. "

Emma chanced a glance, but the love pooling in the other woman's features scared her away and her gaze scattered once more.

"I have no wish to return to Arendelle, I was never accepted there."

"But you're the queen."

"I don't need to be queen. I just need you. I just want my job here, I love working with Belle in the library. " She squeezed her hand, "I don't freeze the books anymore when I get excited. "

Emma giggled and shook her head, "I'm proud of you Elsa."

"Thank you, but you have to know that I have chosen to make my life here. " She shook her head, "I'm not a child Emma, I have freewill. I choose to stay here. I choose you."

"Me?" She whispered.

"You Emma," She tugged on her hand, "Look at me please."

Green eyes lifted to meet blue. "I believe you."

"That's wonderful, " She smiled brightly, "Because I love you."

"Elsa..."

"Shhhh I love you Emma Swan," She lifted her hand to press a lingering kiss to her palm "I love you."

"Elsa," She repeated.

The girl only smiled.

Their food came and went in course after course. They could barely tear their gazes from one another to taste the soups, the braised lamb, the steamed vegetables. Elsa met each course as a new discovery and Emma was simply mesmerized by the quickly changing expressions of delight.

Desert came at last, a heavenly light angel food cake with strawberry mouse.

Elsa took a deliberate bite and surprised them both when she decided to slide her bare foot along Emma's calf.

Slow and sensual.

Emma stopped breathing.

A slow smile grew over pale pink lips, the younger woman evidently proud for the effect she had on her girlfriend. "Emma thank you for taking me on this date," Her tongue peeked out catch the final taste of mouse, " But I think I'd like to go home now."

Emma could only nod and signal for the bill.

She took Elsa's hand over the table once again and their gazes locked in understanding and agreement.

An ocean of desire lay between them.

In the car on the way home Elsa's hand found its home on Emma's thigh, delicate fingers massaging, traveling dangerously close to the vee between her legs.

Nerves singing and heart beating, neither of them spoke on the too-long drive back to Storybrooke.

The second the car was turned off Elsa was in her lap, dress hitched around her waist. Her mouth was on hers, her tongue hot and wet.

"Oh fuck Elsa."

"You know, you say that often but I don't know what it means."

"I means... it means..." Emma panted.

"Stop talking and show me." A white hot fire flashed in blue eyes.

Emma wasn't sure how they made it upstairs to Elsa's room in the inn but there they were, up against the closed door.

Elsa had pushed Emma's jacket half off her shoulders so her hands were trapped at her side. She didn't waste any time, her mouth pressing kisses along her collar bone, sucking possessively at a spot beneath her ear.

Emma shook the jacket to the floor and flipped them around, pressing Elsa against the door, her knee slipping between her legs. She nibbled on her lower lip, then soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. "Elsa are you sure you're ready?" She asked.

"Yes, Emma... I don't want to wait anymore," She replied with a roll of her hips.

And so Emma led them to the bed.

Slowly she pulled down the zipper of Elsa's dress, the silk pooling at her feet, to reveal skin so pale.

She whispered though soft kisses, trailing them along every inch of skin she revealed. "You're so beautiful Elsa."

She rolled down the shimmering panty hose and pressed a kiss to the tops of her thighs.

Her legs quivered, knees threatening to buckle.

"Emma please."

She tossed the pantyhose behind her and kissed her soft stomach. "Patience my dear, patience. I mean to do this right."

"But I need you now."

"It'll be all the better if you wait." She scooped her up and laid her against the pillows.

With her eyes locked on the other woman, she slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, which she dropped to the floor, followed by her bra.

Elsa's blue eyes widened and then fluttered shut in the next moment as Emma joined her on the bed and they came together skin to skin for the first time.

"Emma. I'm on fire. Emma, " She writhed against her, her small hands tightening on her waist and pulling her closer.

Emma wiggled out of her pants and deftly removed the final barriers of clothing.

She captured Elsa's mouth with her own as she slipped a hand between them. They moved together with fevered kisses and hurried touches as Emma brought her over the edge. Sweet kisses and light touches took her as she rode the waves of pleasure down to earth once more.

Emma collapsed beside her, breathing heavily, and pulled her into her arms. Her eyes widened as the room slowly came into focus, "Elsa why is it snowing? Are you all right?" Her grip tightened around her waist, holding her tighter, "Did I upset you? I thought..."

" I'm all right Emma. I'm happy. I'm so happy." Elsa curled into her side, burying her head in neck. "That was amazing, I didn't know you could feel like that."

"Are you sure? I mean..." Emma glanced up at the swirling snow.

"I'm perfect." Elsa lay on Emma's still heaving chest, her fingers tracing a pattern over Emma's heart. "You're perfect."

She kissed her forehead then, "I'm glad my love, I'm glad. But perhaps we could stop the snow, I'm sure Granny wouldn't be happy to clean it up inside as well as out."

Elsa raised herself on her forearms, glittering blue eyes boring into Emma's own. "You called me your love. "

"I suppose I did," Emma blushed.

"Is it true," She whispered desperately.

"It is." Emma blushed deeper shade of red, she hadn't meant for it to come out like that, she'd had this whole speech planned.

It seemed so silly now though.

This was better.

Elsa crashed into her and their mouths met in a clumsy kiss.

This was much better.

As their mouths moved against one another, as their tongues tasted, as their hands roamed over naked skin, a white light melted out across the town in waves.

Elsa looked up, a wide grin on her face. "Emma you really do love me?"

"I do, I love you so much Elsa. I'm glad you've decided to make Storybrooke your home, because I need you in my life. Forever. I love you."

"Have I mentioned how glad I am that you took my first kiss?" The younger woman grinned.

"Not in the past five minutes," Emma teased.

"Well I'm so very glad you gave me my first kiss and I'm even more glad that I get to share my True Love's Kiss with you. " .

Emma kissed her softly, "How was that one?"

"That was lovely." Then she stretched languidly against her lover, rocking her hips suggestively. She whispered, "Emma... Emma..."

" What my love?" She asked, pulling her closer.

Elsa raised herself on

her arms, a mischievous grin breaking over her delicate features. "I want to make you feel how I just felt."

Emma's heart stopped for the countless time that evening. "Elsa.."

Blue eyes took on a look of determination and she moved to straddle Emma's hips. " I want to."

"Elsa..."

"Do you just like to say my name, or does that mean yes?" She teased kisses along her collarbone and her touch danced lower and lower.

"Yes, Elsa yes."

It was late the next morning when Elsa was reluctantly kissing her lover goodbye.

Emma walked outside into the spring that had magically blossomed in Storybrooke over night.

There was a faint fluttering in her stomach, and she put a hand over her belly.

She was happy.

She was in love.

She had shared True Loves Kiss.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm thinking this is the last chapter for this thing but I definitely have a sequel planned and more Frozen Swan ideas for the future. I just can't help it with these two! Such a guilty pleasure :)