AN: A little Regina jealousy and Birthday blowjobs :)

When Emma asked her what had gotten into Henry, she nearly choked on her coffee. They were at Granny's, having lunch like they occasionally do, and Emma started talking about how much better he had been lately, how behaved he was acting, how good he was being. She gave some vague parenting cliché that made the blonde smile at her as if she didn't believe her.

"Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up."

Suddenly the urge to tell her started to swell, like some kind of Tourette's, just so the guilt would stop eating away at her.

I go into his room at night and let him come in my hand.

Because that's the only way he wants me in his life.

That's the only way he can love me.

She thought about telling Emma, and thought that maybe she would understand—that it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but she knew it was bad and worse. It was a frightening and horrible thing to think.

It was Henry's seventeenth birthday, and they had a party at Emma's small two-story house, that she finally decided on purchasing a year ago. It was mostly family, and friends of family, and Emma made quiet comments to Regina about how there was only a few of Henry's friends that showed up. She was worried about him, and how little he socialized, and if Regina was any kind of mother, she would be worried too. But all she could focus on was the one girl who showed up an hour late, and who Regina didn't recognize. But she was Henry's age and a skinny red head whose name was something like Jessica, or Jennifer, and she was spending far too much time chatting it up with Henry. It made Regina's blood run hot, and he caught her glaring a few times.

Once the party wound down, and that girl left, Regina was helping Emma clean up while the Charming's were outside trying to rangle in Neal from his sugar high of cake and ice cream. Henry came bouncing into the kitchen to join them and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Did you have fun today?" Emma asked from the sink full of dishes that she was working on.

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks mom's." He said with a lopsided grin. "How 'bout you guys? You have fun?" His eyes were on Regina as he spoke.

"It was nice getting to meet some of your friends." The older woman responded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, and that girl…What was her name?" Her voice feigned ignorance that made Henry's smile grow a little more.

"Julie."

"And how do you know her?"

"Regina." Emma interrupted with warning, already seeing the brunette's protective side peeking out.

"I know her from school. Where else would I know somebody my age?"

Regina raised her hands in mock surrender, going back to clearing the clutter on the kitchen table, deciding to drop the subject for now. Emma started talking to him about his Junior year science fair project, which the other woman just half listened to, her mind elsewhere, that was until Henry announced quite suddenly;

"It's upstairs in my room mom, if you want me to show it to you." He was all dark eyes and a big grin as he looked at Regina, causing her to freeze in her movements. "You haven't seen it yet, and I'd like to get your opinion."

She had been doing well not finding herself alone with Henry all day, despite his subtle efforts that she could clearly see through. This was his week with Emma, and his eyes have been on Regina far too much since the moment she walked in the door.

"I…I'm helping clean up, dear." She said quietly, looking away from him.

"Oh, it's okay. I got this. Go ahead, he's been working hard on it." Emma said, as she scrubbed away at a particularly stubborn pan.

"So hard." Henry added, with a smug smirk that earned a glare from Regina.

Once they were in his room, he was shutting the door and wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his erection pressing into her lower back and it made her blush and squirm, trying to get out of the hold without hurting his feelings. But his arms were around her, tight and strong and warm. It wasn't unpleasant.

"Henry, don't—" She whispered regardless, because Emma was right downstairs, and this was so dangerous, and so wrong.

But then his voice was in her ear, his words in her head;

"I need you so bad,

She closed her eyes as his hands moved up to press against her breasts.

"I've been hard for you all day,

His lips placed sloppy kisses along her neck, as he pushed himself against the curve of her ass and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"I can't stand spending the week away from you,

She turned around in his arms, seeing the lust shine in his eyes, and it looked like love. It really did. He kissed her then, hard and rough and she had to wrap her hands in his hair, just to slow his pace, nails digging into skin and gripping the dark brown roughly. She broke away to shush him when he started to groan into her mouth.

"I love you." He whispered, and it made her stomach tighten and skin feel warm.

Her hands went to the buckle on his pants, undoing it as quickly as she could while she peppered kisses along his jaw and neck. Once the belt was open and zipper undone, her hand moved under the waistband of his boxers. Quickly though he grabbed her wrist, before she could reach her goal, and it made her look up at him confused.

"Use your mouth, please." That froze her in place, as she chewed the inside of her cheeks nervously. She hadn't done that yet. It was always her hand, always her clothed, just 15 or 20 minutes at night, to give him some release, to help him sleep. And some nights she would lie in bed with him until he was sleeping, and sometimes she would fall asleep with him.

It had been over two weeks though, she knew it was only a matter of time before one of them wanted more, whether they should or not. As it was, she had to stop him a few times from trying to 'return the favor'. But now he looked so desperate, his eyes so dark, all for her. "Please Mom."

And she couldn't deny him, even if this was once again a line she promised she wouldn't cross, but her baby boy needed her. He loved her, more than anyone else. Because no one else would do this for him.

So she told him to stay quiet and he nodded excitedly when she went down to her knees. She pulled his pants and boxers down enough for his erection to spring free, and watched as it twitched and grew while she stroked it a few times. She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about this—wanted this, because she did, badly. She wanted a great many bad things that she shouldn't. Just the sight of him and the thought of what they were going to do caused her to flex the muscles in her thighs, to feel the pressure growing inside her.

While holding the base, she ran the flat of her tongue over the head of his penis, which made him moan instantly, so she glared at him and told him again to stay quiet. One more quick swipe of her tongue, and she could taste pre-cum already, which almost made her moan as well, before she slowly moved her lips around his tip. Henry jerked roughly and at the feeling of her wet mouth slowly taking him, inch by inch, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She lowered herself a little more and looked up at him, meeting his eyes and once they did he groaned softly. Regina took most of him in her mouth then, opening her throat for him, before snapping back quickly, then ran the flat of her tongue from the base to the tip.

Henry closed his eyes tightly for a moment, falling back a little to lean on the door behind him. And she knew she couldn't make this last much longer, because this situation was risky as it was, but God she wanted to. She wanted to do this all night, just keep him on the edge, have him beg for release—for her. But now was not the time for that, so with a slight twinge of disappointment, she took him in his mouth again, sucking in his length, and bobbing her head up and down, keeping her sight locked on Henry's the entire time. His hips started to move gently against her, falling in line with the rhythm.

She moved to pull his pants down a little more, giving her more room to maneuver as she took his balls in her hand, squeezing gently and stroking the sensitive area. She sped up the movements of her mouth, and he was breathing so heavy, trying not to make any noise.

He was close, and then out of nowhere they both heard Emma's voice yell from downstairs;

"Henry! You're grandparents are leaving; say goodbye."

Regina's eyes widened, suddenly struck with fear and realization of where they were.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back, a little too loud, red faced and dark eyes on her. His hips jerked in her mouth, brushing against the back of her throat, and she gagged a little at the unexpected movement before pulling back a bit, sucking fast half way down his shaft, and using her hand to stroke what her mouth wasn't reaching, and that only lasted three strokes before he was tensing and coming into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, and with his eyes on her, gasped at the sight. But there wasn't much time for afterglow, so after placing a gentle kiss on his tip, she got off her knees and helped him pull his pants back up.

"Thank you." He whispered, causing her to give him an embarrassed little smile.

"Happy birthday."

Suddenly she heard Emma come barreling up the stars in all her graceful glory. Regina took in the sight of Henry and started to get scared, because his face was red, close wrinkled, and breath still heavy. If that wasn't a sign of what they were doing, then the smell of sex in the room certainly was. This was such a bad idea.

"I'm sorry." She told him suddenly, causing him to look at her confused.

"For what?"

The words barley came out, before Regina kicked him in the shin, not nearly as hard as she could, but hard enough for him to cry out a little in surprise and pain, limping around for a moment, before Emma started knocking on the door. She moved around Henry and opened it.

"What happened?" She asked worried when she saw him limping a little, trying to rub his shin while still standing. Red faced, cloths wrinkled, and breath heavy.

"He hit his shin on his dresser. He'll be fine."

Henry glared at her a little at that, but it softened when Regina smirked back, and Emma was quick to usher him downstairs, talking about lanky limbs, and genetic clumsiness, but Regina stayed back for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her nerves. They almost got caught, and she really wished that was enough to get her to stop doing this. She really did. But she still could taste him inside her mouth as she licked her lips, and it only made her want more.