A/N- This is the final chapter of this fic. I hope you have enjoyed the ride :)

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The blonde moaned again but leaned up to pull the swollen pearl into her mouth. Her body twitched as she could feel the sensation on her own flesh. It was so tortuously delicious that she panted as she drove Regina toward orgasm. The brunette wrapped her hands in the woman's hair and rode her face; bucking savagely against her. "Regina…" she whimpered. "Fill me."

Regina moaned as well and suddenly Emma could feel her folds penetrated as a thrusting sensation began. Her arousal tripled when she realized it was in rhythm with the brunette's grinding of her face. The blonde suddenly found that she had control of her body; apparently, there was a limit to the brunette's power. Emma wrapped her arms around the woman's hips, pulled her folds straight into her mouth and devoured her brutally as she allowed Regina to fuck her with her magic. The brunette's hands tugged her hair desperately, "Emma….I'm coming." She tossed back her head and the blonde felt the pounding of her wet folds intensify as Regina's hips pumped quickly against her face.

They came together, both clutching and trembling simultaneously in the throes of their orgasm. Regina pumped slowly and brought them both down gently from their climax. She shimmied down and lay panting and spent on the blonde's chest. Emma was too stunned to be entirely replete. She absently stroked down the woman's body as she allowed herself to recover from the most intense sexual episode of her life.

Regina looked up at her when she had recovered and smirked at the expression of awe on her face. "You may leave now, Sheriff, your services are no longer required." Emma looked up at the grinning woman and rolled them over so that she could pin the woman with her body.

"That was amazing."

"Magic-"

"No," she shook her head. "You were amazing."

"I've been told-" the brunette began again but looked up in surprise when the blonde shook her head.

"No, I mean the magic was phenomenal… but you were amazing." She said quietly and looked down at the curious and wary woman beneath her. "You were so passionate."

Regina looked away, embarrassed. She hadn't meant to lose control like that; but the blonde seemed to do that to her. "Do not romanticize what happened."

"I wouldn't dream of romanticizing what we just did." Emma laughed and propped herself up on her elbows to look down at the woman. Wondering why she was allowing her this intimacy and why she hadn't yet been thrown against the wall. "It wasn't romantic; it was raw, passionate, and the most incredible sex I've ever had."

"You're welcome, Sheriff." Regina smirked.

"Don't do that." Emma said quietly. "I gave as good as I got and you know it. Has anyone ever done that to you?"

"What? Begged me?"

Emma rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to press her hip to the still sensitive center of her arousal. The brunette sucked in air sharply and scowled at her. "No."

Regina looked away. "No. I've never allowed anyone else."

"Why me?"

"I like to dominate you."

"That doesn't explain it." The blonde nipped at her jaw lazily. "Sure, you dominated the hell out of me just now, but you came too, Regina, don't forget that."

"What are you suggesting, Sheriff?" The woman snapped her gaze back to her and Emma found that she rather liked the way the woman's cheeks were flushed and her hair was mussed against her pillow. "That I care for you? That I wish to be intimate with you?"

"No, I just think I make you hot." Emma shrugged as best she could from her position. "And that we are compatible between the sheets."

"Oh." Regina's face fell slightly as her anger whooshed out of her. This was not lost on the blonde who cocked her head.

"Do you want to be intimate with me?"

"Of course not!" She growled and pressed against the woman lying atop her but she blushed furiously and would not meet her gaze.

Emma considered this and replied slowly. "Because if you did…I would be open to that possibility." Regina's eyes snapped back to meet the green gaze but she didn't say anything and Emma found herself beginning to blush. "I mean, not like dating or anything." She clarified shiftily. "But if we could make love without trying to kill one another, that might be nice." Did I actually say, 'make love'? Bad move, Swan.

"Oh." Regina said again and searched her face. Did she actually use the words 'make love'? "Well, I suppose that could be arranged. It might be better for everyone concerned if we were able to be less destructive toward one another."

"My thoughts exactly." Emma grinned again and then wiggled her eyebrows. "I know how difficult it is for you to contain your bitchiness whilst I'm around. Perhaps we should...practice?"

Regina felt her her body respond immediately to the blonde's words but she schooled her features into a disdainful look. "That seems to be an acceptable idea." She sniffed but her eyes widened suddenly as Emma slipped down and took a nipple gently between her lips.

"More than acceptable?" The blonde asked as she felt fingers tangling in her hair.

"Don't push it, Swan."

Emma chuckled against the woman's flesh and hoped that she was right in believing that it was going to be a long night.