Chapter 18.
"And why do you think I would help you, dearie?"
Regina rolled her eyes; there always had to be an argument between these two before one would give in and help the other, it was just their way, "Because it's not just me who wants to go back," she stated nonchalantly, "There are others in the town who miss their homes, who have possessions that didn't make it to this land," she shrugged before leaning forward, "You know it makes sense, to at least figure out if it's possible."
Rumple glared at Regina for a moment before he sighed, "Why wouldn't I simply make a portal myself and leave you out? After all, you are the Evil Queen, perhaps our world would be better bereft of such ruling."
Regina laughed, "Because you need my help," she replied confidently.
Rumple chuckled, "What makes you think that, dearie?"
The brunette smiled deviously, "Because if you didn't, you wouldn't still be here."
The look on Rumple's face told her she was spot on and her smile widened as the older man sighed and shuffled around his shop until he uncovered an object that made Regina's breath hitch in her throat and her eyes shine.
"The magical wardrobe?" Regina frowned, "Has it still the power to transport back to our land?"
Rumple shrugged, "Perhaps. I have been...unable to activate the power I'm sure lies within it, but perhaps you will have more luck. Or perhaps..." he trailed off.
"Perhaps what?" Regina asked stonily.
"Your new friend, the saviour... She came here in it, it is possible that she, and only she has the power to renew the strength of this portal," he shrugged.
Regina nodded; that actually made sense, she figured, and without a word turned on heel and walked out of the antique shop, now on a mission.
"But, how am I meant to...I don't know how," Emma frowned, crouching down, looking at the wardrobe back in Gold's shop, "Is this really how I got here?" she looked up at Regina.
"It is," Regina nodded, "And it might be the only way we can get back."
Emma turned back to the tree fashioned into a wardrobe and scratched her head, "What do I do?"
Regina bit the corner of her lip, "Open it," she offered.
Emma played with her hands nervously for a moment, not sure what to expect as she reached out and pulled the door open, revealing not only a small room, but a quite large room, larger than the tree was wide and taller too, her eyes became round with shock and she looked up at Regina, who looked just as surprised.
"If it's so big, why didn't anyone come with me?" she asked quietly.
Regina bent down next to her, "I don't believe it was so big when they built it, honey. It was only big enough for you as a baby... I think, I think you made it bigger when you touched it."
"I didn't do anything though," Emma protested.
Regina smiled, "Your magic is very strong, even if you are not yet aware of it."
Emma frowned, "Oh," she didn't know what else to say, "So...what now?"
"Now we take a trip," Regina offered a hand which Emma took a little nervously.
"Really? That's it? It will just...transport us?" Emma looked apprehensive.
Regina squeezed her hand, "Just think of fairy tale land, and your magic will take us there," she whispered, kissing her girlfriend on the lips quickly, "You are stronger than you think, dear."
"How will we get back?" Emma stepped back in a moment of panic.
Regina smiled, "It's okay," she soothed, "I have a stash of magic beans in my castle," she shrugged.
"Magic...beans?" Emma was never going to get used to this, she thought.
"Yes, they act as portals."
Emma nodded; she trusted Regina, "Okay. Let's do it. Let's go to fairy tale land," she smiled at the brunette who took the lead and stepped into the room that had materialised from the magical wardrobe, pulling the blonde in after her and pulling the door closed after her, before embracing Emma, pulling her head into her chest.
"Here we go," she whispered.
"Whoa, this is what you used to wear?" Emma's jaw dropped as she looked at Regina's wardrobe, "Like every day?"
Regina smirked, "Yes, dear, every day."
Emma bit down on her lip subconsciously, "Can you show me?"
Regina blinked, "What? Now?"
Emma shrugged, "Why not? Please," she pleaded, widening her eyes the way she knew always got to Regina's soft spot..
Regina rolled her eyes, "Fine, go over there and close your eyes until I say."
Emma nodded and bounced over to the bed, before closing her eyes.
After a few moments she sighed heavily, getting impatient, "Are you done yet?"
Regina grunted, "I do not miss putting these outfits on every day, that's for sure. Okay, done," she declared.
The blonde's eyes almost popped out of her skull and she stood up, making her way to the brunette, "Holy shit," she breathed, trying, albeit it not trying very hard, not to stare at the way Regina's dress pushed her breasts up in a very attractive way.
Regina cleared her throat, "Face, dear," she tried to sound stern but was clearly amused.
Emma blushed and looked up at her girlfriend, "Sorry," she muttered but grinned when Regina just laughed.
"It's okay if it's you," she claimed, kissing her quickly on the lips.
Emma giggled, "You look stunning," she mumbled, ducking her head into Regina's neck, "Not that you don't always," she added quickly, "But, well," she pulled back and measured Regina's body with her eyes, "Wow," she expressed.
Regina laughed, "You are so adorable," she whispered, pushing Emma back onto the bed, "Does that mean you don't want me to take it off?" she grinned devilishly.
Emma licked her lips as she stared up at her girlfriend, breasts still capturing all of her attention, "Um," she stuttered as Regina climbed on top of her, "I think you should take it off," she nodded.
Regina chortled, "You may need to give me a hand, dear."
Emma grinned and sat up, and after a few tedious minutes managed to slip the gown off of her girlfriend, her breasts now fully exposed, "Whoa," Emma muttered; she'd seen Regina before, of course, but there was something about getting her out of that dress, and that ridiculously tight corset that just made her head foggy.
Regina giggled, flattered by the younger woman's attention and climbed back on top of her, running a hand over her clothes, "Mm, I think you should return the favour, don't you?" she purred into Emma's ear with warm breath as she made quick work on the other woman's clothes, "You're pretty whoa yourself," she mumbled, making Emma blush.
Emma grinned widely through heated cheeks as Regina's hands roamed over her now bare body until she felt a tingle that was more than just goosebumps on her skin. She lifted her head to see Regina's hand on her waist and purple sparks emanating from it and dancing a long her skin.
"What is that?" Emma asked curiously,m wide eyed.
Regina smiled up at her, "Does it feel good?"
Emma nodded, "Really good," she lent her head back, letting a moan escape her throat.
Regina chuckled, "I'm glad."
"So, what is it? Magic?" Emma queried.
Regina nodded, "Magic," she whispered, "It's what I feel for you put into energy and passed through my hands," she shrugged as though it was nothing, "And right now," she whispered, "I want to please you."
Emma breathed out heavily as the pressure from Regina's fingertips increased and slid down to her thigh, massaging it gently, "You're amazing," she groaned, pulling Regina's hand up into her wetness.
Regina chuckled, "So impatient," she teased as she began working her lover over with one hand and holding Emma's body flush against her chest with the other, enjoying the feel of her warm, heavy breath against her neck and then her teeth in her shoulder as Emma let out a growl and a moan as her body began to shudder. Regina kissed her cheek, her forehead, her neck, everywhere she could reach as Emma rode out one of the most magical orgasms of her life.
Emma lay comfortably in her lover's arms, her face nuzzled into Regina's bare shoulder and her body as close as she could get it to the other woman's as she closed her eyes contentedly. Regina's arms wrapped around the blonde and she had a satisfied smile on her face.
"Hm, I don't think this was the plan for your little visit, was it?" Regina murmured after a few minutes of content silence.
Emma groaned, "Maybe not, but have you seen yourself in that dress? Come on, you can't blame me."
Regina rolled her eyes but chortled, "I suppose it is lucky we left your parents back home, then isn't it?"
Emma grinned, pulling her body away from Regina's so she could look at her as she spoke, "Definitely a good idea," she giggled and placed a hand on the other woman's neck, "I think I know why they called you the Evil Queen now."
Regina frowned at the amused look on the woman's face, "Why is that, dear?"
Emma smiled widely, "Cause you walked around in that damn sexy costume and you didn't let anyone get close. That's pretty evil," she laughed at the look on Regina's face.
"You do say the strangest things, Emma," Regina shook her head, "Lucky I like strange," she mumbled as she let herself smile.
The blonde blushed, "Seriously though," she stopped smiling, running her hand up and down Regina's neck and sweeping a thumb over her jaw, "You are so beautiful," she whispered, "Whatever you wear, you're stunning."
Regina couldn't help the heat that crawled up her neck as she reveled in the way that Emma stared at her like she was the whole world, "Thank you, dear," she simply murmured, "I love you."
Emma's face broke out into a wide smile, which made Regina chuckle quietly, "I love you too."
"So, shall I show you the rest of the land?" Regina asked as she shifted in the bed.
"Yeah, sure. But I don't think anything can beat this view," Emma replied, biting her bottom lip to hold back a cheeky smile as she watched Regina climb out of the bed.
Regina pretended to glare, but somehow she never could get that well known snarl right around the blonde so she sighed and rolled her eyes, "Come on you, get dressed," she threw Emma's discarded shirt onto the bed, where the younger woman pouted for a moment before pulling it on.
"Yes, your majesty," she muttered with a cheeky grin on her face as her eyes stayed fixed on Regina who offered another half hearted glare, though she quite liked those words passing from Emma's lips and smiled to herself once she had turned away from her lover.