Note: Here's another chapter! My writer is out of control and couldn't stop writing, so this second installment was necessary. Just letting you lovely SwanQueen shippers know that this chapter centers around these new "feelings" for our sexy pair and some mommy and me time for Regina/Henry and Emma/Snow. I promised you some smut, and smut you shall get, but patience, of course, is virtue. Please read and I hope you enjoy!

Story Title: On Probation

Chapter Two: We're Just F*cked Up

The ex-mayor of Storybrooke couldn't help the smile that graced her succulent lips once she slammed her door in Emma Swan's face. She was lucky enough to catch the blonde's expression before actually completing the action, sending ecstatic chills throughout her body. Satisfaction coursed in her veins as she turned and looked towards the stairs. Henry wasn't out yet so she decided to give him time by walking into her living room and sitting on her couch. She smoothed out her skirt once she sat and began to simmer in her thoughts. What happened just a few seconds ago was surely out of pure rage and hatred for the so called "savior" but then again… there was that feeling she felt. That itch in her throat, that involuntary thud in her chest. It was a feeling Regina had in fact felt before, but didn't understand.

What is wrong with me?

Laughing out loud at her ridiculous question, the brunette shook her head.

You're fucked up, Regina Mills. What isn't wrong with you?

Interrupting her mental dialogue, Henry stood by the door and stared at his mother.

"What's so funny?" He dared to ask, indecisive on whether he should approach the woman. Regina's eyes softened as she smiled a real, warm smile for Henry.

"Nothing sweetheart. Did you settle in fine?" She asked, eyeing her son carefully. He was reluctant to go to her, this she knew, but the way he looked at her with his frightened, brown eyes did something horrible to her ruptured soul. Keeping in mind that she had to be gentle, Regina stood from her place on the couch and approached her son.

"Yeah, I did… so what did you have in mind for us?"

"A game. Of course, it's entirely up to you if you want to play, but I'm really hoping you want too." Regina admitted, also hoping she and Henry could actually bond over the next few hours they had together.

"Well, what kind of game?" Henry asked, keeping a short distance between them. The boy knew his adoptive mother would never hurt him, despite the great deal of hurt she had caused almost every single fairy tale character in town, but his guard wasn't fully down yet. He loved Regina, despite all the times he denied that to "The Evil Queen" and he had great hopes for her. That was the only reason why he was here, in this very mansion, alone with her. He wanted her to get better, to be better. He also wanted her to stay away from Emma and his grandparents, other people whom he truly loved deeply. If he had to stay over at his old home and actually spend time with Regina in order to achieve his goals, then so be it.

As long as both his moms weren't clawing each others eyes out, everything was fine.

Regina hesitated, but reached out to caress her sons face. Watching him first flinch at her touch was rather agonizing as she mentally cursed the world and a certain pesky blonde for it, but that feeling was soon gone once Henry leaned into her motherly gesture.

"It includes magic. I know I promised I wouldn't use it, but that was for bad terms. This, Henry, isn't bad and I promise." She reasoned, looking directly into his eyes.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Simple, I'll explain the game to you. Come, let's sit on the floor."

She led her son to the carpet floor and sat in front of him. Henry was slightly confused but intended on listening to what the game was and how it worked.

"Okay, it's very simple. The point of the game is to find out more about each other. I know I wasn't very open with you for these past years you've been under my care, but I want to make that up to you. Who says that can't be accomplished with a bit of fun?"

Henry, still not convinced, stared at Regina.

"Look, I know you think I'm an awful person Henry. I read that book. I know you read my story but there's some things that aren't in there and-"

"I know about Daniel. I know he was killed because of Snow White, my grandmother… isn't that why you're so evil?"

Regina flinched at her sons use of diction but continued after.

"Yes, that is part of it. But not all of it. Close your eyes."

Henry did what he was told but kept his defenses intact as Regina began to swirl magic into the air. With just one finger she created a purple haze that soon turned into her memories. The first one being Daniel.

"Okay, open them."

Henry stood in awe as he watched the scene play out before him, just like a movie.

"Wow, you loved each other." Henry said, smiling a bit. Regina smiled too.

"We did, he was very important to me. Now, ask me anything and my answer will play out in front of you like the scenes of a movie. The object of the game is that I'm not allowed to say anything, only answer through my mind. Understand? Then, if you like, we can do the same with you. If either of us happen to talk, we are forced to show something bad that we have done and openly regret. Sound fair?"

Henry, liking this game and liking the cool magic, smiled even wider and agreed, even adding a prize before continuing.

"The person who reveals more of their wrong doings gets a bowl of ice cream."

Regina couldn't help but softly laugh after.

"I guess one of us got lucky by being The Evil Queen."

Emma's night was nothing short of a disaster. Knowing her son was in her arch nemesis home wasn't exactly comforting. She knew Regina would take good care of him, being that she took care of him for the past ten years and well, the kid was alive wasn't he? That was good enough for her as far as she was concerned. She tried to fight the jealousy that crept into her sleep and disturbed her dreams, but nothing worked. The urge to just march right back to Miflin street and take her son with her was tempting, yet fatal. That wouldn't end well and she knew it would only cause a riot. Laying in her less than comfortable bed at the moment, Emma looked at the clock and sighed.

It was six-thirty am. And it was only Saturday.

Crap. What the hell am I going to do for another five and a half hours?

Henry wasn't supposed to come home til then and the blonde had nothing to do to get rid of her anxiety. She thought back to her earlier encounter with the ex-mayor and couldn't help but be stuck on a certain part. Well, parts, if she were honest.

The way Regina had scanned her body like a X-Ray machine. The way her breath hitched when Emma had backed her up against her own door. The way those brown eyes stared straight into her green ones and somehow put Emma into a slight trance. She was also pretty sure that Regina's smile made her heart leap like a childish little school girl, which was extremely embarrassing on her part.

Oh hell. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Emma, laughing out loud at her mental question, shook her head.

You're one fucked up person, Emma. Your life has been nothing but chaos, hurt and lost love. What isn't wrong with you?

It was true, the blond knew that much, but still. That didn't excuse her hidden lust for Regina.

"Emma? What's so funny?" Snow asked, standing by her daughters doorway. Emma snapped out of her thoughts and pushed them to the far corners of her mind before turning her attention towards her former roommate/mother/Snow White.

"Um… nothing. I, uh, just thought of something that made me laugh."

Yeah, you thought about Regina and how nice her boobs looked in that shirt. Very funny, Emma.

If the blonde could throw her entire nightstand at her bitch of a conscious, she would.

"Oh… okay. Is everything alright? Has Henry sent out any S.O.S's yet?" Snow half-joked, inviting herself into the room.

Emma gave her mother a look before replying.

"No. I bet he's sound asleep in his room while Regina is mapping out her escape."

"Do you really think she'd do that?"

"If she didn't love Henry the way she does, I would have."

Snow looked down then thought of something to say.

"Emma, he's fine. He's only doing this so that both of you will be safe. From each other, of course."

"Yeah, well…"

"You're jealous. I know."

Emma sighed. She honestly didn't know what she was feeling at this point. So many emotions came to surface. Jealousy, rage, hatred, and…lust?

The blonde shook her head.

No. She could not have those feelings for someone so vile and exceptionally seductive. How could lust possibly diverge from hate? Was that even possible?

Gosh, I'm going crazy.

Yeah, crazy for Regina Mills body.

"Ugh, shut up." Emma groaned, not intending to say that out loud.

"Excuse me?" Snow asked, uncertain if she heard correctly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. It just came out. I'm sorry." She apologized, giving Snow a sincere look.

"Okay, well, I'll be with your father downstairs making some tea. Feel free to join us."

Emma nodded then covered her face with her blanket.

If only she knew a certain brunette was battling the same inner demons as her, wishing to get rid of them too.

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