The kiss is wet and sloppy, though it is filled with the lovely spark of unexpectedness. Regina squirms, but only for a small moment, before lets out a sigh, a small whimper, reaching to tangle her fingers tightly in Emma's thick hair.

A moan escapes Emma's mouth, her parted lips giving Regina's tongue the chance to enter. Emma's hands resume their grip on Regina's hips, her thumbs rubbing circles against the protruding nub of the bone. All Emma can hear is her heart slamming against her chest, mingled with the elevated rate of Regina's, their bodies molding together, quivering with an electrical current. Emma lets her thigh slide between the hem of Regina's skirt, gently nudging her knee upward. Regina lets out a low groan, her hands loosening their grip in Emma's hair, falling limp against the wall as her body succumbs to Emma's touch.

Emma kisses her thoroughly, delighting in each moan, each breath, the cadence of their bodies moving together. She pauses, only for a breath, keeping her cheek pressed up against Regina's mouth. They breathe simultaneously, their bodies rising and falling at the same tempo. The wine bottle falls from Regina's trembling fingers, thudding as it hits the floor, the soft rush of liquid audible as it seeps into the carpet.

Emma has her mouth over Regina's once again before she can say a word.

A few moments pass before Regina guides them, a tangled mess of limbs, clumsily for the staircase, pausing several times as they brush up against the wall, the railing, becoming lost in the intensity of their touch, only to remember their final goal.

There is a pregnant pause, a shared silence, as they stumble past Henry's door, cracked open just a sliver. Regina reaches for the knob of her own room, giving Emma a gentle shove into the interior before clicking the door shut gently. For a moment, the only sound is the heavy rush of their breath, as they wait in bated anticipation.

Regina closes the distance, her body slamming into Emma's, less careful now. Emma lets out a thick moan, a wet heat pulsing between her legs. "Bed," she manages to push between her lips, certain her legs are going to crumble at any moment.

She doesn't have to say the words twice. Regina shoves her against the mattress, Emma's head flying back against the pillows. Regina takes dominion now, nipping down her neck, dancing her fingers down her abdomen until she reaches her thighs. Emma's breath hitches, gripping onto the comforter as she tries to keep her already dizzy head from spinning out of control. Regina reaches for the button of her jeans, deftly undoing it, before bunching Emma's jeans down below her knees. It's all one fluid movement, an unbroken stream of passion, but as she reaches to slide her panties away, she suddenly pauses, her eyes searching until they find Emma's.

Emma nods, granting her permission, clamping her eyes shut her as body throbs with need. Regina's mouth meets her, her sliding in like a puzzle piece.

For the first time in a long while, something finally fits.

XXX

She wakes up with her arm draped over Regina's slender hip, the skin soft and smooth against her callused fingers. Even without a trace of alcohol coursing through her, her body aches with so much need, so much desire, to pull away like she knows she should. She lets her eyes close, focusing on the muted hush of Regina breathing.

She's about to drift off once again when Regina stirs, turning to face her. She expects a look of horror, perhaps even a brutal shove, but she is only greeted by pleasant bewilderment that quickly morphs into a lazy smile. Regina covers Emma's parted lips with her own, a soft groan vibrating off her lips.

Regina needs her as much as she needs her. The realization is frightening, yet comforting, as hazy bits of their conversation from the night before seep back into her memory. The desperate passion from earlier is now replaced with gentle desire, and with their walls finally lowered, neither of them fight it.

XXX

Regina lets out a heavy sigh as she scrubs the wine stain off the carpet the next morning, watching the large splotch of deep purple fade to a pink she knows she'll never fully remove.

"What happened?" Henry asks, startling her as he stumbles down the stairs in his pajamas.

"Just a small spill," she answers, watching the carpet foam as she continues to rub.

"Where's Emma?" Henry asks, watching her for a moment.

"I'm not sure," she answers, biting her lip, her mind slipping back to the early hours of the morning, now seeming so far off, so distant. She feels cold and alone, longing more than she should for Emma's warmth. In the hushed hour of the dawn, she had felt so hopeful. Now, in the blinding light of day, she feels foolish.

She offers Henry a small smile. "Why don't you head into the kitchen? I'll be there in a minute to make breakfast."

Henry nods, oblivious to her distress, disappearing a moment later.

She bites her lip, trying not to cry as she stares at her ruined carpet, wondering why she thought letting herself feel something again could ever turn out any different.

A/N: Sorry, a bit on the shorter side this time. Thanks so much for all your feedback - each review means so much! :)