AN: Sorry about the delay in updating, but this chapter was pretty long considering, and I didn't want to rush through it. I hope you guys enjoy!

They didn't really talk about it. Not really. When they were together and Henry was pushing against her, or maybe Regina felt like she needed a little bit of control over him, so she moved her hand underneath his boxers, but it wasn't really sex. She made him come, and sometimes she did too—for his sake, but once the arousal faded, and he was sated and sleepy, it was like they were mother and son again, like a flip of a switch.

She knew he wanted more though.

Regina wasn't sure what that meant, or even why, because they didn't really talk about it.

So he was cuddled up into her side as she was sitting up in bed reading a book. They slept together every night now, on the nights that he was here, because there was no point not to. And it was nice for her, to feel the warmth of another body in her bed after so long of it being cold.

She heard Henry shift a little next to her, feeling him watch her.

"Watcha reading?" He asked, without actual interest, as his hand that was resting on her stomach moved subtly under the silk material of her night shirt. She raised her eyebrow, but didn't look at him.

"A book." She replied in a faux sort of annoyance.

Henry snuggled up a little more against him, like a puppy needing attention, pushing into her arm and making her hold on the book start to become awkward, but Regina couldn't help the small smile inching along her lips.

"Can I help you?" She said sarcastically, her eyes finally looked away from the text she wasn't paying attention to anymore, glancing from his hand that was inching higher over her ribs, to his face that was all bad intentions and mischievous plans.

"Just wanna cuddle." His voice was entirely unconvincing, causing her to sigh and put her book down on the nightstand.

"You're insatiable, you know that?" Because it had only been an hour since she was on her knees in the kitchen, with him in her mouth and dishes half washed and forgotten, because he had been wanting her all day and he needed her so bad, so she gasped as he pinned her to the counter with strong arms and dark eyes. She didn't even protest, not even a little, just kissed him roughly as his hips pushed into hers.

"I just like touching you. That's not bad, is it?" His voice sounded sleepy and young, causing her stomach to knot up with a little guilt that was becoming easier to drown out with all the other knots and feelings that she really shouldn't have. And she could barely even feel the guilt when his wandering hand cupped her breast gently under her shirt.

"No, I guess it's not." Regina said quietly, her tone already thickening.

"You like it too." He whispered, sitting up a little, and pushing his chest against her shoulder, and his lips were close to her ear. "Your nipples are hard." There was a smile in his voice, because he wasn't even moving the hand that was on her breast, just resting it gently but the sharp point of her nipple was already digging into his palm, and he squeezed once, and her body betrayed her.

"You really enjoy them don't you?" She asked, gaining some of her voice back, as she turned a little to look at him more clearly. "You like my breasts."

"Well duh." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm a guy, and they're amazing." The grin he shot her was lopsided and endearing, and it caused her to get a little lost in thought as she only hummed a bit in response.

"What?" The smile stayed but his eyebrows started to crease, and his hand moved back down to trace her ribs, already knowing that something was on her mind.

"I think maybe you missed out. I mean," She paused, trying to think of the right wording. "You never did get to breast feed. I always kind of hated that I couldn't do that for you." Her words were quiet and sincere. "It's supposed to be good for bonding…" After a hesitation, her eyes skirted away from his. "I thought—for a while I never thought we bonded right as mother and son. Maybe that was the problem, why you were so angry towards me."

He squeezed her side a little at that, in a show of comfort.

"I love you. I always did." Henry said, with a serious tone. "I just…I was confused."

"I know. I mean, I know that now. I was just mentioning…" She paused, not really sure where she was going with this. "What the statistics say about it." Regina finished, not meeting his confused gaze, instead her hand raised to his mouth, gently running her thumb along his bottom lip and lost in thought.

"You sucked your thumb until you were six." She said absently and quiet, and she felt her body tingle a bit when his tongue snaked out just a bit to brush against the pad of her thumb as it moved across his mouth.

"I remember." He whispered.

"You do?" She asked a little surprised.

"A little…" Henry's voice faded, deep in thought himself, until he looked up at her, then down at her chest. "Do you—…" He stopped the question, not knowing the words he needed.

"What?"

Instead of answering, he sat up a little, pulling gently at the bottom of the shirt. Regina was a little confused, but she helped him take it off, a blush running up her neck without her knowing why. Once the silk shirt was tossed aside, he looked down at her breasts.

"It turns you on, when I suck on them, doesn't it?" His voice turned thick and it caused a lump to rise in her throat. "I mean, more than it should…" Everything that turned her on about Henry was more than it should. She still didn't answer though, because she knew what he was talking about, but she could say it.

At Regina's silence, he looked at her and then moved down so that he was eye level to her chest, and suddenly the air felt thin to her, taking in shallow and quick breaths.

He gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, not with the passion or lust that he always did, but just a slow and rhythmic pull and release at her areola. She swallowed hard and her vision started to blur and stomach clenched when she realized what he was doing. His cheeks pulsed in and out as he suckled at her softly, and then looked up at her with wide eyes that he made look as innocent as possible.

"Henry…" It only came out as a gasp, that was all she could manage, her mouth open in shock and sensation. "What…what are you doing?"

He pulled away for a moment, with a soft 'pop' from the suction, causing her to shudder. His mouth stayed close though, breath hitting her wet nipple that was suddenly so painfully pointed and sensitive.

"I'm hungry." Her eyes closed because he made his voice high and cracking, imitating a youth that was no longer there. This was so beyond any line they crossed before, and it was wrong. Bad and wrong and worse, and everything just go so confusing when she was around him. "I need you, Mommy."

That hit her in a frightening and horrible way, feeling her body start shaking and he was barely even touching her.

And her mouth opened to protest, to say no or this is not okay.

I shouldn't want this.

But she did. So when his mouth settled on her breast once more, all the words died in her throat. He wasn't sucking, but suckling. And she should really not want this.

They adjusted on the bed, Regina lying on her back and henry half on top of her, his position lower so that he was eye level to her breasts. One of his legs draped over hers, his arm rested along her stomach. Henry took his time, made sure he moved slow, making her gasp and breath heavy, as she weaved both of her hands through his hair gently.

"That's right, baby. Take what you need." She whispered as he whimpered, never taking his big eyes off of her, and she used her fingers on the back of his head to cradle his neck, watching him watch her, humming and cooing at her baby boy. "I love you so much, Henry." His hand traced circles on her lower abdomen, driving her crazy and comforting her all at the same time. A haze started to settle over her, sinking deeper into the fantasy, where nothing was wrong or bad or inappropriate, and everything just felt good.

"Mommy loves you."

It felt amazing, as he switched his mouth to her other nipple, suckling at her like a child, and the new stimulation along with the cold air hitting her other breast caused her to arch her back and groan, fingers started to grip his hair.

"Harder sweetie, just a little…" She gasped out, as he followed the order and she felt his tongue start to flick against her nipple. Henry's other hand grabbed at the breast currently abandoned, and she felt him hard against her hip.

She couldn't come from this, she really didn't think she could. But she the more his mouth worked against her chest, the more she was starting to question herself.

"You like that Mommy would do this for you, don't you?" Regina could barely even hear herself, barely even knew what she was saying.

"Yes." He murmured against her skin. "Yes, Mommy, please. I want to make you feel good too."

"Keep sucking on me baby, keep going."

He did for a moment longer as his hand moved wider circles along her stomach, dipping lower every time, inching into her pajama pants. When she felt fingertips trace and tease at the skin above where she was soaked and aching, he looked up and met her eye contact.

He just wanted to make her feel good. He was being such a good boy.

"Keep going." She whispered, and he did, moving his hand lower, his eager fingers rubbed against her in quick and inexperienced circles, but she was already so wet and ready that it didn't make much difference. Every brush against her clit caused her to suck in a harsh breath, and her hips jerked against his hand. Henry's eyes were on her the entire time, watching her with an intensity that wrecked her so she shut hers tightly as she came against his fingers, a short cry escaping her lips.

Before she even realized it, the warmth of his body was gone, his hand pulled away as his head moved from her breast suddenly. She opened her eyes, with brief irrational thoughts that it was all just a dream and maybe he was sleeping next to her this whole time. When she looked up though, Regina saw him sit up and kneel next to her with a expression that was blackened by lust. He started to pull her pants down quickly, and she didn't even try to stop him. She even raised her hips up to help, because she trusted him. Fully and completely. He was the only one she trusted.

So she didn't stop him when he moved down on the bed and laid between her legs, spreading her thighs apart and taking a long moment to just marvel at the sight of her exposed to him. Then Henry moved his face closer, hesitantly licking a long and slow stripe against her wet folds. Regina had to bite her cheeks to keep herself from begging for him. Apparently she didn't need to though as the taste of her on his tongue was enough to push him against her with an open mouth licking and sucking with a renewed passion. Her hips bucked into his face and she moaned out his name when his nose brushed against her clit. His tongue pushed its way inside her, feasting on the moisture that her orgasm left her with. Her hands went to his head, pulling him closer, placing him where she needed him, telling him there,

Right there,

Good boy,

Suck on it,

He wrapped his lips around her clit, making her body start to shake, because it had never been like this. It had never been this much and this wrong and this good. She couldn't even remember a time when she didn't want him like this, and that terrified her.

Her body suddenly went tense and then sunk back on the bed, limp in the wake of another orgasm. It didn't seem to deter Henry though, as his mouth never slowed between her legs, causing her hips to jerk harshly at the over stimulation against sensitive nerves.

"Henry…" She gasped out, her hand going to the back of his head, gripping the hair between her fingers and pulling with what little strength she had. "Henry, stop." She whispered, and once her nails dug harshly into his scalp he finally pulled away. He looked up at her with blown out pupils, his lips and chin covered in the moisture from his efforts, and the sight made her bite back a moan.

He took a moment to look down at her naked form with an almost pained admiration.

"I just…" His hands gripped at her thighs gently. "I just want to be enough for you."

The words had pain in them, that Regina felt right in her heart, causing her to move and pull him up so that he was leaning over her, their faces closes.

"Oh, baby," She smoothed out some stray hairs on his head. "You are enough for me. You always have been." He looked away at that.

"I want you to want me, though." Henry spoke quietly, and she realized what this was about. Because they had done so much, crossed so many lines, but she still was holding back—still not letting him have all of her.

"That doesn't have anything to do with you." She told him with stern features, but a soft voice. Because this was her sickness, he didn't know any better—he didn't know anything else. "I do want you, so much." She kissed him when she should have explained why she couldn't let herself cross that last line between them. And he kissed her back with a passion that broke her apart, so when she tasted herself on his lips, she moaned against his mouth. After their lungs started to burn, she pulled away. She took one of his hands in hers, causing him to adjust his position, and straddle her thigh, feeling his erection hard against her. Regina moved his hand between her legs, and they slid through her wetness so easily.

"Do you feel that?" She asked breathlessly, her hips twitching slightly from the touch. "Do you feel how much I want you?" He immediately started to move quick circles against her clit, but her hand guided him lower, and he got the hint, pushing a single finger inside her. Regina groaned at the feeling, and Henry made a similar noise, closing his eyes briefly at the tight heat that he felt. "How wet I am…" He started to move his hand against her, pushing in and out of her slowly. "That's all for you."

She rocked her hips against his hand, the sensitivity of her last two orgasms making every touch intense. When his thumb moved against her clit, her mouth opened in a silent cry, and then he added another finger.

"You're so tight." He whispered against her cheek, kissing and moving down to her neck, moving his hand so slowly, until she told him faster, and it took her breath away when he pumped his arm in hard and quick thrusts. His hips started to grind against her thigh, and she thanked God—or whatever would take her thanks—that this was enough for him at the moment, because she didn't think she was strong enough to stop him if tried to replace the quick movements of his fingers with the hard thrusts of a ready cock. She was out of her mind as it was, body shaking, and barely able to keep her eyes open. And he never slowed, sliding his thumb harder along the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Imagine…" A moan broke up her words, so close already, trying hard to keep air in her lungs. "Imagine how tight I would be wrapped around you…" He groaned at that, hips jerking against her leg.

And he started telling her I love you, over and over again, whispering and whimpering and heavy breathing and wet sounds filling the room, and it was just all too much for her, feeling her body start to coil tighter.

Then he called her Mommy, and the orgasm hit her hard, her body shaking and the pressure inside her didn't even allow her to cry out. Regina grabbed him tight, pulling him on top of her by his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. He pulled his fingers away from her, and wrapped her in a hug, moving to lie on this side as he held her against him just as tightly as she held him.

Like they would fly away if they let go, as if this was the only thing that was keeping them from falling apart at the seams. Just this—both of them being together. That was all they needed.