Emma suffers a strange affliction after an untimely attack from one of the unleashed demons, and Regina gets more than she bargained for in her attempts to help the Savior.

The slither of sheets. A soft moan. Hot skin weighing down on her.

"Emma," a husky voice crooned, crimson red lips brushing against her neck. A shiver ran through Emma's body as she shifted in bed, feeling the brunette press in against her, their legs tangled together beneath the blankets. She slid her hands along slender hips and around her back, feeling the gentle curve of her spine and shoulders before sliding further up and tangling her fingers into dark hair.

"What are we doing, Regina?" she asked, her voice breathless as the brunette shifted up onto her elbows to look down at her, dark eyes glittering in the pale moonlight filtering through the window. Those lush red lips curved up into a devilish smile, causing the blonde's heart to skip a beat. Wordlessly, Regina leaned down and slowly captured Emma's lips in a kiss. She reached back to grab Emma's hands and bring them up over her head, lacing their fingers together as she took the Savior's lower lip into her mouth and nibbled ever so gently.

Emma groaned, tensing against her makeshift restraints as Regina ground their hips together, igniting a fire within her belly just begging for release. She pulled her hands free so that she could grip the brunette's hips and push her aside, only to roll over and plant herself atop the infuriating woman with a vengeance.

The blonde claimed the brunette's lips in a passionate kiss as she nudged her legs apart, keeping them braced with her knees as she reached down to find Regina's heat. Long fingers found the woman's silken folds, already slick with desire, and elicited a sensual moan from Regina's plump lips.

"Is this what you want, my Queen?" Emma prompted, stroking her softly.

"Yes," Regina breathed, arching her back and wrapping her arms tightly around Emma's shoulders, pulling her as close as she could. "Please."

The Evil Queen, begging for her. Emma groaned as desire flushed through her, clouding her vision in a haze of lust. She slipped in a single finger and covered Regina's mouth with her own to muffle the woman's soft cry of delight. A second finger followed, and then a third. Regina's hips lifted from the bed to meet Emma's hand thrust for thrust, moaning into her mouth even as teeth and tongues collided.

"Let go," Emma whispered, breaking their kiss to lick and nibble her way down Regina's long neck, feeling the brunette tense and tremble under her every touch.

"Emma," her lover breathed, her voice hitching with each gasp and whimper as they rocked and shifted against each other. Emma moved faster, feeling Regina clench and quiver around her fingers, desperate for release. "Em-ma."

"Come on, Regina," Emma coaxed, finding the swollen nub of her clit and rubbing her thumb across it. "Come for me."

She shoved her fingers in and pressed her thumb down roughly, feeling the brunette jerk and arch up, and then Regina cried out her release, her nails digging into Emma's back with a vengeance. Emma swallowed her cries with another deep kiss, unrelenting fingers still pumping into the brunette and causing her to quiver uncontrollably and whimper into her mouth.

"Oh, god," Regina gasped, moaning between kisses. "Emma!"

"Emma!"

Emma jerked awake and was instantly assaulted by a slice of pain emanating from her forehead. She groaned and rolled onto her side, only vaguely aware of the person kneeling next to her, a hand on her shoulder.

"Wha- what the heck-?" Her vision cleared enough for her to turn her chin and find Regina hovering over her, concern etched into her features. She looked otherwise prim, proper, and very much fully clothed. Emma glanced around at the woods surrounding them, reached up to touch the swollen lump on her forehead, then very literally growled. "Fuck!"

"Clearly you're alright," Regina said, looking unimpressed as she stood up and moved back a step. "Get up, Miss Swan."

"No, really, I don't need assistance," Emma muttered sarcastically under her breath as she clambered unsteadily to her feet, her head pounding with pain. With one hand pressed to her forehead, she said, "What the hell happened?"

"We cornered one of the demons. Almost killed it, too, until it knocked you over like a bowling pin. You were out for almost ten minutes, I thought I'd have to teleport you to the hospital."

"Shit." Then, more confused, "One of the demons?"

"There were seven of them hovering together. Don't you remember? How hard did you hit your head?"

Emma moaned, then a thought occurred to her and she stiffened with alarm. "Did- did I say anything while I was out of it?"

"No." Regina furrowed a brow, suspicious and curious. "You were moaning like a baby though. I assumed you were in pain. Why?"

"Nothing," Emma said a little too quickly, her cheeks growing red. "Did you see where those demons went off too?"

"Gone," came the irritated huff. "I tried to track them but they're too far off, and I figured Snow and Charming wouldn't appreciate my leaving you out here unconscious."

"Well okay. Let's go." Emma spun on her heels and hurried back towards the car, wobbling as she went. Regina followed, rolling her eyes. The blonde reached for the driver side door when her companion cleared her throat.

"You're not driving in that condition."

"I'm fine, Regina."

"Well I don't trust you driving me in that condition, so move over."

The brunette nudged her aside and climbed into the driver's seat, leaving Emma no choice but to ride shotgun. The goose egg on her forehead ached angrily and she slumped back into the seat, closing her eyes. Images of a naked and moaning Regina popped into her mind and she groaned, wondering why in the hell she was having wet dreams of the woman and why in the hell it was haunting her now of all times. Seriously.

"You're getting that checked out," said Regina, frowning as she pulled the car around and headed back for town.

"No, I'm fine, really. Let's keep looking."

"Miss Swan, your face is starting to resemble the Hunchback of Notre Dame. We're getting you checked out."

There really was no arguing with the mayor once her mind was set on something, especially now that she was the one driving. Emma resigned herself to her fate, sitting quietly and resting her eyes as they headed for the hospital. She was feeling uncomfortably hot and wished she'd worn a tank top under her turtleneck sweater. Regina probably had no desire to see her in a bra.

"Don't sleep," warned Regina.

"I'm just resting my eyes."

"Well don't. We're almost there."

Emma grumbled something under her breath and Regina just lifted a brow, ignoring her the rest of the way until she pulled into the drop off zone of the hospital and climbed out. No one was going to tow the Sheriff's cruiser, so she left the vehicle there and physically dragged Emma into the emergency room by the arm.

"I can walk fine on my own," Emma said, her voice tense as the brunette's fingers wrapped around her bicep. Regina pointedly ignored her and pulled her to the front, giving her very curt demands to the attendant about needing to see Dr. Whale immediately.

"Regina," Emma said through gritted teeth, pulling away more forcibly. The brunette gave her a warning glare but returned to speaking to the nurse who appeared. Emma, in turn, stumbled away a few steps for space, feeling uncomfortably flushed and feverish. Her arm still tingled where Regina's hand had been, as if imprinted by her body heat.

"This way," the nurse said, motioning for them to follow. Regina made to grab Emma again but the blonde jerked away and hurried after the nurse, her expression pinched. Baffled, Regina followed.

"Dr. Whale will be in shortly." The nurse left them in a room with a hospital bed, the curtains pulled shut over the windows and the fluorescent lights shining bright.

"Bed," Regina ordered, pointing.

Emma groaned, wondering if the brunette knew how she sounded, and collapsed into the bed with a huff. "Can you turn the lights down? It's too bright in here."

Regina wordlessly hit the light switch, casting them in comforting shadows. Emma curled onto her side, facing away from Regina, and concentrated on breathing slowly and evenly. She could feel the other woman in the room, felt her gaze on her back. Heat pooled between her legs and she stifled another moan.

"Really, Miss Swan," Regina sighed. "You're worse than Henry when he gets a papercut."

"I don't think he's ever gone through the same thing," grunted Emma.

"He's had plenty of goose eggs from falling off things. Not that you would know."

"This is different."

Regina snorted. "How so?"

"Stop talking, Regina." Emma curled up tighter, her breath coming harder as heat spread through her body and set her nerves on fire.

What the hell is happening to me?

"Miss Swan?" Regina sounded genuinely concerned now. Her heels clicked as she approached the bed, and Emma visibly jerked as if struck.

"Don't!" She half shouted, her voice strangled. Regina ignored her and grabbed her by the shoulder, forcing her to roll onto her back.

"Honestly," she said, exasperated. "Let me take a look at you. What's taking Whale so long?"

She lifted a hand, her fingers glowing with the beginnings of magic. Before she could react, Emma had grabbed a fistful of her shirt and dragged her down, pulling her into a desperate kiss. Regina went rigid with shock as Emma's other hand grabbed her by her hair, trapping her there.

A moan escaped her as the blonde drove her tongue into her mouth, both women getting their first tastes of each other. And then something pulsed around them, a brief flash of light and a rush of wind.

Emma was the first to jerk back, releasing Regina and pressing herself backwards into the bed, her eyes wide with terror. Regina stood frozen, bent over the bed, her shirt wrinkled where Emma had been clutching her. Her expression was equally shocked.

"I am so sorry," Emma whispered, looking a hair's breadth away from having a heart attack.

Blinking, Regina straightened up, smoothing out her shirt and clearing her throat. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and she was glad they'd turned the lights off.

"Well, well," came Dr. Whale's voice. Both women jumped and looked to the door where Whale stood looking mildly amused, his hands in his pockets. "The Evil Queen and the Savior. Who would have thought?"

"That meant nothing," Regina snarled, immediately bristling. "And you will tell no one, or I'll rip your arm off again and shove it down your throat."

Whale held up his hands. "My lips are sealed. I was told I was needed here- 'immediately, or else.' You really shouldn't threaten my staff, by the way."

Regina breathed deeply, calming herself. Emma still lay frozen like a deer in headlights. Her eyes were so big that Whale would have chuckled if not for the very angry Queen glaring him down right now.

"Emma was attacked and hit her head when she fell. Something's not right with her. You might want to check her for brain damage."

To Regina's mild surprise, Emma had no quips or retorts to that.

"She certainly looks like she's about to pass out," Whale said as he approached, though they all knew the real reason for that. Regardless, he took out his flashlight pen and checked Emma over, testing her eyes and checking her vitals. "Well, I can run some scans, but she seems alright to me."

"You didn't see her earlier," Regina insisted. "She was feverish and-"

"I'm fine," Emma blurted out, nervously. "I'm better now. I don't need scans."

"You weren't fine a minute ago."

"Well I'm fine now, so leave it alone!"

"Miss Swan-"

"If I may," Whale interrupted, holding up a hand. Both women directed their glares at him. "Perhaps Emma was suffering the effects of a spell or a curse of some kind."

"How?" Regina demanded. "I was with her earlier. No one cast anything on her."

"Well, that creature knocked me over, maybe it did something," Emma suggested.

"Either way, I think there was magic at work. And it was broken just now…" Whale quirked a brow. "By True Love's kiss."

"What?" both women snapped. Emma looked mortified and Regina looked ready to snap the neck of a little woodland creature just to prove how lovable she was.

"I'm merely stating what I saw," he said, frowning. "That magic pulse of light earlier. True Love's kiss. It would explain why Emma's afflictions disappeared as soon as you kissed."

"You're drunk, Whale," Regina growled.

"Four months sober, actually," he sniffed. "Regardless, I doubt Emma needs any medical attention other than an ice pack for that bump. If you'll please excuse me."

He hightailed it out of the room before either woman could snap at him again, leaving the Mayor and the Sheriff very much alone. Regina glared at a speck on the wall, ignoring the feel of Emma's gaze. After a long moment, Emma cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Should we get back to work then?" Her question was sheepish and hesitant.

That snapped Regina out of her staring contest with the wall. "I will get back to work. You will return home and tend to that hideous bump on your head."

"I'm fine now, really," Emma insisted.

"You certainly don't look fine."

"Then use your magic to heal this thing."

"Use your own magic and heal yourself."

"I don't know how. Can you just do it for me?"

"Honestly, Miss Swan-"

"Moms!"

They both turned, startled, as Henry rushed into the room, a look of worry written all over his face. "Ma! Are you okay?"

"Henry! What are you doing here?" Emma grunted as the boy flung himself across her body in a hug.

"The nurse called to tell us that Regina practically carried you into the hospital," said David as he and Mary Margaret entered the room, blinking in the dim lighting.

"She didn't carry me anywhere," Emma complained.

"Indeed. Your daughter stumbled around just fine on her own," said Regina, stepping back out of the way so that Mary Margaret could go hover frantically over Emma. David leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.

"So I take it you found the creature?"

"One of seven, it seems," Regina replied, giving David her full attention and ignoring Emma's seeking gaze. "At least that's how many I counted when we glimpsed them in the woods. We cornered one, but it knocked Emma flat on her ass and then escaped before I could kill it."

Emma muttered something inaudible.

"Emma, your forehead," Mary Margaret lamented. "Does it hurt?"

"It would stop hurting if Regina would heal it for me."

"Oh. Regina?"

Both Charming women looked to Regina, the blonde one squinting and the brunette with a look of hopeful apprehension. Of course they would gang up on her. The mayor would have accused the Sheriff of being a child if said Savior's parents weren't in the room staring expectantly at her. Regina relented and strode over to the bed.

"Face me," she grumbled. Emma lifted her head, locking gazes with the mayor. They stared at each other a moment. Regina lifted a glowing hand, then, unexpectedly, smacked Emma on her wounded forehead with it.

"Ow! Seriously?"

"Stop complaining. I healed you."

Emma lifted her fingers to gently touch her forehead and the swollen lump was indeed gone. She still felt a little sore but there didn't seem to be even a hint of bruising left over.

"Huh. Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Regina grumped. "Really." She turned and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Emma called, not wanting the brunette to leave without her.

"Back to work, Miss Swan. There are demons frolicking around Storybrooke, if you haven't already forgotten."

"I'll come with." Emma slid out of bed, feeling Henry and Mary Margaret flank her on either side as if worried she'd tip over.

"No." Regina's voice turned hard and her brown eyes became steely. "I work better alone. Patrol if you must, but stay out of my way."

And with that, the mayor was gone. Emma nearly pouted, already missing the brunette's presence and wishing she'd stop pushing her away.

"Mom seems upset," Henry observed, his brows furrowed together. "What happened?"

"Don't worry about it, kid. You know your mom. Just needs some alone time is all." I may have also scared her off by making out with her, but you don't need to know that.

"Emma, you should take a break and have something to eat," Mary Margaret suggested, giving her daughter's arm a squeeze. Emma vaguely remembered the feeling of Regina's hand on that very same spot and gave an involuntary shiver.

"Yeah, okay. Granny's?"

There was a round of agreement as they all ambled for the door, Mary Margaret with her arm around Henry and David with his arm around Emma.

At his grandmother's mention of milkshakes, Henry cheerfully dragged Mary Margaret ahead towards the truck. David grinned, then glanced at his daughter and tilted his head with a lift of his brow when he noticed the dark smudge of red on her lips.

"Emma, are you wearing lipstick?"