The sun was beating down on the sand, making it almost too hot to walk on. Regina was trying to maintain her cool, which was becoming increasingly difficult, but not because of the weather. It was the 1st annual Storybrooke beach volleyball tournament and Emma was jumping, hitting, spiking, setting and serving in the sand while wearing a teensy weensy barely decent bikini.

The woman must have been working out extra because she was good at beach volleyball and extremely fit. Regina took a sip of her water, her mouth feeling incredibly dry. She barely paid attention to her son as she spritzed his shoulders and back with 100 SPF.

He was blocking her view of Emma and she craned her neck to watch as powerful quads and glutes propelled her from the ground as she jumped up and grunted loudly with effort, as she served the ball hard over the neck.

"Ace!" Ruby, Emma's teammate, shouted as she bounced over and hugged Emma as soft sand flew up around her feet. Regina couldn't seem to tear her eyes away as she watched the two women hug in their bikinis, for what seemed longer than necessary for a general celebration of earning one point. Their breasts, bellies and thighs were pressed together as the Ruby and Emma grinned at each other and jumped up and down in glee.

Regina's eyes traveled down Emma's back, gliding over the strong indent of her spine, punctuated by the two dimples just above her buttocks. Emma's bottoms had ridden up from all her physical exertion and both of her round cheeks were exposed. Regina licked her lips trying to summon moisture as she ached to be the light layer of sand stuck like sprinkles on frosting to the firm yet supple ass of Emma's.

"Mom. Mom!"

"What!?" Regina snapped her neck around and tersely addressed Henry's interruption from her erotic perusal of the Sheriff's tan, smooth skin and long bare legs.

Henry rolled his eyes and held out his hand, "Five dollars for a hot dog and a drink, please. Geez, I've been trying to get your attention forever. I think you wasted half a can of sunblock just spraying it into the air."

"I was…immersed in the excitement of the Volleyball," Regina's nostrils flared and she popped her sunglasses back into place, only just realizing she had pulled them down to get a better look at the sun reflecting off of Emma's golden hair.

She felt heat rise on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun, but all to do with her son's scrutiny.

Henry seemed to remain skeptical, but took the proffered twenty dollar bill Regina handed over as they locked eyes for a moment. They had a momentary silent standoff, and Regina's heart sped up for a minute as she wondered if her son, of all people, was really going to call her out. Instead, he accepted the bribe with a sigh and headed off toward the hot dog cart.

Regina situated herself and started to rub sun tan oil over her legs, she bent over her lap and started at the ankle working her way up so she wouldn't miss a spot. Just then she looked up as she caught Emma watching her for a second. A whistle blew as a loose ball flew toward the sidelines. Regina heard Emma curse loudly and Ruby ask, "What happened? You should have had that one!"

Emma mumbled something about being distracted, but Regina couldn't hear the whole reply. She did catch the blonde stealing another glance at her as she worked the oil up over her knees and slid her slippery hands upwards in soft short strokes, working the oil into her skin and up her thighs.

The other team, comprised of Mulan and Belle, were formidable opponents to Emma and Ruby. Belle would set the ball and Mulan would spike it: hard and precise. Emma was fast and agile, and she wasn't afraid to dive for a save.

She went for the ball that would be match point, and ended up flailing over a corner shot. She dived onto the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of sand as she landed face first in Regina's lap.

They made eye contact, as Regina reached forward instinctively to protect herself and prepare for impact, but Emma just smiled and got up off her knees, jumping back into the game. Somehow in the whir of action the ball had been saved from ground and was still in play.

Regina was more aroused now than ever before. She found herself enthralled with Emma's lithe athletic movements, and the strange celebratory high fives and butt slaps she was engaging with Ruby in. Regina was half jealous and half turned on. Coupled with the strange and mysterious looks Emma would occasionally throw her way, she was in a word overwhelmed.

After the game, Team Swan Wolf victorious over, Book Warrior, in a tough but fair win, Regina just had to talk to Emma. She rose from her chair, in her bikini, and made her way onto the court. The beach was busy with other teams warming up and people congratulating the winners. Regina watched and waited and when her moment came she approached Emma.

"Congratulations, you play very well," Regina said slyly but with a rare air of sincerity.

"Thank you," Emma put her hands on her hips and looked Regina over from head to toe. "Do you play?"

"Me? No…I'm afraid beach volleyball wasn't a very popular sport back home, due to the threat of Cannibalistic sea turtles…"

Emma furrowed her eyebrows as if she was trying to remember any mention of monstrous sea turtle fairytales. "Well, the worst thing you have to be afraid of here is sunburn. Maybe you'd like for me to show you how to serve later on?"

"I'd like that," Regina gave an uncertain smile, opened her palm, took a step forward and smacked Emma's left cheek nice and hard. Emma yelped and jumped on the spot startled. Regina bit her lip, but couldn't hide her very happy face.

"What was that?" Emma asked in confusion.

"That's not part of the volleyball?" Regina feigned ignorance. "I saw you and Ruby… I just assumed…"

Emma nodded playfully, "Uh huh, yes, Regina ass slapping is vital to the game."

"Mmm…I couldn't help but notice…" Regina pointed at Emma's chest and stepped closer.

"What?" Emma sounded a bit breathless even though she was long recovered from the vigorous sporting activities.

"You're looking a little red…and I'd like to make an offer, I can't seem to reach my back…."

A look of flirty recognition flitted over Emma's face as she started to follow Regina over to her chair, "I'll rub your back, if you rub mine?"

"Precisely," Regina nodded in agreement just as Emma drew her hand back and smacked her ass, nice and hard.