Chapter 9
Boston, late evening
Regina was just glad that Emma had allowed her to take the shower first. Her nerves were shot and she didn't want to deal with the Savior right now. She just wanted to let the day melt away and relax. The only thought about it that was still bothering her was the fact that they were going to have to share a bed. It wasn't an unpleasant thought, but she didn't know how Emma might react if all the sudden she found herself being cuddled.
She let the spray wash over her. It wasn't a great shower, but it would do. She was actually amazed that Emma got them a room in the nice hotel. It wasn't some low rent place, either. It was the Westin Waterfront. It was expensive, but near enough to Miss Redding's apartment that they could meet up in the morning. Once everyone was calm and rested, she saw it as a win-win situation. She hadn't been prepared for the overnight stay, but it seemed the hotel had everything she needed, including dry cleaning, which would be ready in about an hour.
She couldn't wait. She needed to feel something besides the road on her. She couldn't believe how the short five hour trip made her feel so dirty. It was amazing to her. But, then again, the nuances of this realm still got to her. She knew that she would have felt better if she had traveled by coach to get to Boston. It wasn't going to happen, she knew that, but that didn't make her not wish for the old realm and its danger.
She held herself up under the spray. She would miss the indoor plumbing, but that was something that she could rectify with some magic. She could bring it to the Enchanted Forest she mused. She grabbed the soap and shampoo and washed herself. When she finally deemed that she had been in the shower long enough, she leaned out, reaching for her towel. It was at that precise moment that Emma knocked on the door.
"Regina?"
"What is it, Miss Swan?"
"Really?"
"No, really, what do you need?"
"Did you save me some hot water?"
"I imagine that a facility of this size has many water heaters, Emma. I am sure that you will find that you still have plenty of hot water. I am almost done," she answered, drying off, but staring in the mirror at the same time.
She hadn't really stared at herself in the harsh light of a bathroom or in a mirror's reflection in quiet sometime. She hadn't had the need. Her feelings for Emma suddenly made her feel lacking in some respect. She studied the scars over her torso that her mother had given her in her fits of rage at Regina's defiance. There were others that she had earned while she was the Evil Queen, but she didn't count those as often. She knew each and everyone one.
She looked into the eyes and saw the hollowness that was forming. She was still lonely. It didn't matter that she and Emma had come to a form of joint custody when it came to Henry. She still didn't know what real love was. She had lost it so many times that she thought that she would never know what it was. She had the love of Henry and she loved him, but she knew that it wasn't enough. She stared at herself and wondered if it was wise to love Emma. Wise or not, she knew that she did.
She couldn't remember when she crossed the line completely. She knew that she had been skirting it for a while. There was just something that was just as broken about Emma that she could understand. It was part of the draw. She didn't know if it was just Henry, but he sure had brought them together. And, now there was Coraline. She was proof that Regina found love, somehow with Emma. She leaned on the counter, towel wrapped around her torso, and looked into her chocolate eyes and watched them soften.
"Regina, hey, you coming out of there?" Emma asked on the other side of the door.
"Just a minute," she told her.
"Well, I really have to pee."
Regina smirked. Emma knew how to ruin a non-existent moment. She grabbed the towel where she had it tucked into her boobs and opened the door.
She was sure that Emma wasn't prepared for the sight. She almost fell over as Regina exited the bathroom. Her mouth was going up and down like a fish, in shock.
"It's all yours, Emma," she told her, brushing past the Sheriff and heading towards the bed.
Emma went into the bathroom and shut the door. Her mind was racing. She knew that Regina didn't have anything to change into in the room. They hadn't really planned on staying, but their conversation about Coraline had taken longer than they both expected. The drive had been predictable, with all the road construction. The call to Will was interesting, but Emma wasn't trying to read too much into it at the moment. There was just something about Regina.
She did her business and flushed. While she washed her hands, she silently hoped that Regina had found one of the soft and downy robes that the hotel had in the closet. She didn't know if she could handle Regina in just a towel. She looked up into the mirror and her viridian eyes were blown. This couldn't be happening at a worse time, Emma thought to herself.
"Why, Regina? Why now? Why did you have to admit that you loved me?" she asked herself.
It just didn't seem like something that Regina would do, but then again, Regina did like to surprise everyone. It had to be magic. Emma dismissed the thought as soon as she thought it. She wouldn't use magic to fall in love, because they both knew that it never worked out the way you hoped. No, there was no logical explanation for the ardor that Emma felt for the woman, and try as she might, she didn't hate it.
She sighed. She studied her face, noting the flush of her cheeks, the redness of her lips and her lust blown eyes. She tried to shake the look away. When that didn't work, she washed her face quickly in the sink. When she looked up, she faced the inevitable. She loved Regina, too.
"Shit!"
She hadn't meant to say it so loud. She hoped that Regina didn't hear her and came to find out what was bothering her. She quickly dried her face with a towel and opened the bathroom door. She still had the towel on her face as she exited the bathroom. She was hoping to hide her face from Regina as she came back into the main part of their suite.
She stopped dead in her tracks and dropped the towel as soon as she saw Regina. She was standing next to the window. The towel as still wrapped around her body along with her tan arms. Regina was holding herself as she stared down into the bay below.
Emma just stood there. She had to know that Regina could see her reflection in the window, but she didn't say anything. She continued to stare down, wondering about Coraline.
"Regina?"
She didn't turn around, but she answered, "Yes, Emma?"
"Wouldn't you feel better in a robe?"
"I won't feel right until I am back home in Storybrooke."
Emma swallowed. She didn't know what else to say. Regina had been uncharacteristically quiet since they had gotten to Boston. She wondered if it was her loss of magic. Emma finally remembered how to walk and she crossed the room to the closet. She grabbed a robe and walked over to where Regina was. She held it open for her, turning her head, as Regina was still in front of the window.
"What are you doing, Sheriff?" Regina asked turning around to see Emma looking away.
"Trying to give you some privacy."
"You are trying to give me some privacy. Well, that is a first. To what to do I owe this pleasure, Miss Swan?"
"Can you just stop with the angry sarcasm and call me Emma? I think we are past the anger, right? I just figured that you would be happier in this until your clothes are ready."
"Well, thank you," Regina replied, slowly slipping into the robe.
She didn't turn from the floor length window as she tied the robe around her waist. She was a loss as to what to do. She couldn't help but think that she was in a compromising position with Emma. They were in a hotel room, in another town, alone and Regina didn't have any clothes. It was poetic in a way. She actually started laughing before she realized the sound came out.
"What's so funny?" Emma asked.
Regina turned around to find her, propped up on the headboard of the California king bed. She had her cell phone in her hands and looked like she had been reading or playing some sort of game. Her eyes were darker than normal and Regina didn't know what it meant.
"This entire situation, I'm afraid," Regina told her.
Emma sat up, swung her legs off the bed, and her feet hit the floor. She sat her phone on the nightstand as she stood up. She saw Regina back up to the window reflexively.
"Don't worry, Regina. I'm going to do anything to you. I understand that emotions are high and this situation is…odd to say the least. Trust me. This was not on my list of things to do today."
"I am sure a round of wastebasket paper ball was," Regina quipped.
"Depending on how things went, yeah. A good game with David could have been relaxing. I know that you aren't fond of the situation, but it was the last room they had. That bed is big enough for the both of us without you having to worry about me touching you," Emma told her.
"I am not worried about the bed, Emma. I am quite capable of sharing a bed without touching you. It is the look in your eyes," Regina said, quietly.
Emma took in a deep breath and sighed. Shit! Regina could see it. She couldn't help it. Being so close to her while holding the robe was almost too much for her. Emma had promised herself that she wouldn't do anything until they both talked. The trip down seemed like a perfect time to do that, but Regina wasn't helping much. The thought of her naked beneath the robe kept Emma on edge. She had to admit to herself that Regina was beautiful. Hell, anyone with a pulse would. The woman exuded sexiness, but that didn't mean that Emma had to act on it.
"I'm sorry?"
"I wish I could take it back," Regina told her.
"Take what back?"
"Our conversation, earlier. I've made you uncomfortable. I'll call downstairs and find out if the concierge has my suit ready," Regina said, trying to get around her to the phone.
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Of course, I did. I wouldn't have told you otherwise. I don't waste my breath on frivolous things, Emma. I meant every word I said. I care for you and that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry for that. I hope that we can still be friends for Henry's sake. I don't want him to think that we hate each other again. It would break his heart," Regina told her.
"What about Coraline?"
"What about her?"
"Did you forget about her?" Emma asked.
"How could I? That is the whole reason we are here. I've left the comfort of my home, my town, to come get her. I am not doing this lightly, Emma. I haven't really thought it completely through either. I need to find and bring her home. Those are my only thoughts, right now," Regina told her as stood next to the bed.
Emma watched her. She had to become a master of body language as a bounty hunter. It helped her with being the Sheriff, too, but with Regina, the woman schooled from birth to be queen, it was almost useless. She could always tell when Regina was lying, that was about it. But, Regina wasn't lying. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with emotion, and her eyes were sad, but not. Emma couldn't make out what was really going on with Regina. It wasn't anything new, but her reaction to it surely was.
"I understand that, Regina. Trust me, I do. Coraline isn't going anywhere for the night. Will is keeping her at her apartment for tonight. We are going to meet them for breakfast at the South Street Diner. Everything is going to be okay. I promise that I am not going to let anything happen to her. We are going to bring her home to Storybrooke. We'll learn more about why she is here and we'll deal with it, like we always do," Emma explained.
"I know that," Regina replied, quietly.
Emma slowly walked towards her. She watched as Regina's pupils expanded even more in the heavily lighted room. There was something on her mind, and damn it, she wanted to know what it was. It was like Regina to be private, but this cagy woman before her wasn't.
Emma stalked up on her. She didn't mean to be so predatory, but she couldn't help it. Her mind was overriding sensibility at the moment. Regina was radiating heat and was overloading Emma's thought process.
She had been silently thinking about the fact that Regina admitted that she cared for Emma, in a more than friendship sort of way. Emma had to admit to herself that she had thought about taking the mayor more than once in her own office. Emma shook her head. She didn't need to be thinking like this, not when they were together…in the hotel room…alone.
Emma started to move back, but stepped forward instead, like she was drawn to Regina. She couldn't explain it any other way. Her nose brushed against Regina's hair and she could smell the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine. She was surprised that Regina hadn't moved away from her. Emma buried her hands into the back pockets of her skinny jeans. She leaned back trying to make it not look awkward, but failed ever so Emma-like.
Regina put out her hand and caught Emma by the arm without thinking. The heat that they shared in the simple act and touch was enough for them both to feel the fire. Regina immediately moved her hand. Emma caught the look of desire in her eyes, but took a step back. She didn't want to push anything tonight. It was too much too soon, she kept telling herself.
It was then that she noticed Regina's eyes as they raked over her body. She had thrown her customary red leather jacket on the chair by the desk. She stood in front of Regina in just a simple black tank top and her skinny jeans. Her calf-high brown boots had just enough of a heel that she had to look down at Regina, who dropped her head in shame to stare at the floor.
She watched Regina gulp as she, too, took a step back. It was in that moment that Emma forgot herself. She stepped into Regina. She felt her heat burning on her exposed skin. She couldn't help herself. She was done with pretenses. They had talked. Regina confessed. Emma hadn't completely. She kicked herself for not telling Regina how she felt, but they were on a mission. She didn't want to complicate things any further than they already were.
With a slow and shy hand, Emma tipped Regina's head back to look up at her. She had never seen her like this and the only thing that she could equate it to was that of a shy teenager, like she had been once. It was so unlike Regina that Emma didn't know if what she was feeling was good or bad. She looked into her eyes. She could see the emotions swirling. And just like in a movie, she leaned down slowly to her lips. She waited to see if Regina would back up, but when she didn't, she hesitated. She hovered over her mouth, breathing her breath, only a hair's width between them.
"Regina?" Emma asked, breaking the spell between them.
Her eyes betrayed nothing. Emma didn't move back. Instead she fell forward just enough to brush her lips against Regina's. She tasted her luscious lips and swore that she used apple lip balm. She felt her lips open and Emma pressed harder, deepening the kiss.
"Regina?" she asked, again.
Regina couldn't talk. Her entire body was on fire. She didn't know what to say.
"Regina?"
"Yes, Emma?"
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes…" Regina breathed out.
Emma didn't need any more encouragement. She leaned back down and took Regina's mouth. Regina bit Emma's lower lip and sucked it in her mouth. She heard Emma gasp. She couldn't help herself anymore. The years of fighting and being alone finally caught up with Regina's libido. She wanted Emma. She buried her hands into her long blond hair.
"Emma…"
"Yes?"
Regina didn't say anything in response. She simply pulled Emma into her further. If Emma wanted to protest, she didn't try very hard. Emma wrapped her hands around her body. Regina pulled one hand out of her hair and brushed it down Emma's arm. She felt Emma's muscles beneath her hands. She felt the rise and fall of her chest against her own. It was a new and amazing sensation. She didn't know if Emma understood what her hands were trying to tell her, but she didn't know any other language that would be sufficient enough to explain it.
Her hands made their way down to the hem of Emma's tank top. She didn't realize what she was doing until she backed up enough to pull the offending shirt over Emma's head. She looked up into Emma's eyes again. She watched the unsure but blown pupils follow her eyes, quickly drop to her mouth, and then hold her gaze again. Regina took the hint and kissed her hard.
She felt Emma's moan on her lips as her hands continued to explore the paler woman's flesh. Her hand pulled back on Emma's hair, exposing her neck. She descended upon her throat, biting her pulse point. Her other hand found its way to the small of Emma's back and trace nonsensical patterns there. Her mouth devoured the Savior and all she could do was beg for more.
"Regina, please…"
"What, Emma? Tell me what you want. Tell me," she told her, letting go of her throat with her mouth and her hair with her hand that was buried there.
Regina backed up then, hoping that sense would knock one of them over the head and they wouldn't go any further. It was then that she saw the look in Emma's eyes. It was pure, unadulterated lust and desire. Regina's mind raced quickly and she hoped that she was right.
"Emma?"
"Yes," she managed to get out, somehow.
"Have you? I mean, did you ever… Why can't I just ask you this?" Regina questioned.
"Are you trying to ask me if I've been with a woman?"
"Yes," Regina replied and backed up until her legs hit the edge of the bed.
She wanted to put some distance between herself and the delectable Sheriff. The sight of her standing there in a black lace bra and her skinny jeans was enough to fuel Regina's dreams for months. She wanted Emma in the worst way, but she wasn't stupid enough to push her into it.
"I have, Regina."
Regina watched her. She didn't let her go. She didn't try to kiss her again. She just watched her. She wanted to know what Emma wanted. She had made her point. Now, she wanted Emma to ask, beg, tell, whatever and let her know what she wanted.
"I experimented here, actually in Boston. I might be naïve in the ways of magic, but I am not when it comes to sex. I might not have had as many partners as you, but I am sure that I know what I am doing. I know what I like and I know what I want."
"And, what do you want, Sheriff Swan?" Regina asked her, egging her on a little bit.
Emma reached out across the distance between them. She grabbed the knot on the front of Regina's robe and pulled. As she tugged on the belt, she pulled herself closer to Regina. She looked down into the gorgeous chestnut eyes and let go of any inhibition that would make her stop. She wanted this as bad as Regina. She could tell. Years of arguing, years of fighting side by side for their son, years of admiration, had all come to this moment as they shared their mutual want for each other.
She slowly splayed the robe open to reveal the tan olive skin beneath it. Her breath caught when she realized that Regina had put her bra and panties back on underneath it. The red and black lace accentuated her skin perfectly. Emma's breath hitched as she took another tentative step. She looked into Regina's eyes as she slowly raised her own hand to ghost across the expanse of skin on her torso. She felt her quiver beneath her touch. It was soft and sweet and so not like either one of them. The touches were soft and exploratory. She couldn't explain it.
"Can I?"
"Please," Regina told her as she pushed the robe from her body.
Regina felt her knees giving and knew that Emma quickly supported the majority of her weight. As the robe hit the floor, Emma had wrapped her arms around her middle supporting her. She moaned slightly at the warmth in their contact, but immediately gave in to her desires as she pushed Regina back just enough to hit the bed.
She eased her down onto the bed and then backed away. Regina sat up and was about to protest when she saw Emma reach down and take her boots off. She tossed them beside the chair with her jacket. Her socks followed closely behind. She sauntered over to the bed and knelt in the small space that Regina had afforded her.
Emma reached down and buried her hands into Regina's silky locks as she tilted her head back for another kiss. Regina wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't stop looking at her. She wanted to know what caused the small scar at the base of her ribs. She wanted to memorize Emma's body. She reached out and grabbed both globes of her ass effectively pulling her toward her as she fell back on the bed further.
Emma was quick to put her hands out so her entire weight wouldn't fall on the mayor. She leaned forward slightly trying to move her weight to one side. The movement caused a very denim cladded leg to brush against her lace covered center. Regina moaned in pleasure.
She reached up and buried her hands in Emma's hair again. Pulling her up onto her body, Regina held fast to Emma. She allowed herself to be brought up to Regina face so they could kiss again as she settled on her side next to her, leaving her knee right where it was. She got comfortable and ran her hands across Regina's stomach. She felt the butterflies fluttering and heard Regina's moan.
"Regina…" she moaned.
"Emma…"
"If you want me to stop, tell me now," Emma told her, unsure that she could even stop herself.
She tugged harder on Emma's hair pulling her head up to meet her gaze. She couldn't believe that Emma was still questioning this. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted Emma. It was that simple. Thought was not involved and it need not be. She glared at the Sheriff trying to figure out what her motivation was in stopping their pleasure and then it hit her. She didn't want things to be weird in the morning. Things were already weird between them because of Henry. She didn't want the complications that this might bring, if Regina wasn't sure. She realized then that Emma wanted her the same way she wanted Emma. She was giving Regina an out. She didn't know what Emma would do if she really did want to stop, but she wasn't willing to let her go. She grazed her nails down Emma's skull and to her back in response.
The moan that Emma gave out broke what little bit of control she had managed to keep in the situation. She pulled her body flush with hers and devoured her mouth. She forced her tongue inside, parting Emma's lips, and moaning. This was a side of her that she remembered. This was how she knew sex as the Evil Queen. It was always rough and hard.
Emma didn't stop her. In fact, she ran a hand down Regina's ribs and found a hip. She held onto that hip, grounding herself in the here and now, hoping that this wasn't some sort of sick fantasy she was going to wake up from in an hour, and steadying herself as she rocked forward.
Regina gasped at the contact. Her skin burned everywhere that Emma touched. It was spectacular. She wanted this. She needed this. They both did.
"Regina…"
"Emmmmmaaaa…" she moaned as her knee pushed against her core.
Finally Regina had enough. She wanted more. She wanted to see Emma's body. It wasn't enough that she was just in jeans and bra. She wanted the Savior naked, wanting and under her. She rocked into Emma's thrusts, but it was enough to gain enough momentum to roll them over, changing their positions so she was on top.
" 'Gina…"
"Yes, Emma…"
"God, you're beautiful."
Emma reached up to touch her some more, but Regina swatted her hands away as she settled back on her legs while straddling Emma's hips. She reached behind her back and undid her own bra. Letting it fall forward, she caught the cups in her hands just in front of her breasts.
Emma let out a sigh of disappointment. She reached out again to touch her. She wanted to rip the bra from Regina's hands.
"Not yet, Sheriff," Regina told her swatting her hands away again.
Regina threw the bra on the floor and stared down at her. The fire dancing in Emma's eyes was enough to tell Regina what she wanted, what they both wanted. Regina leaned down and bit at Emma's collar bone. Emma moaned loudly. She couldn't help herself.
Regina sat back and raked her hands down Emma's front. She hissed a little when Regina's nails dug a little deeper into her skin, but she realized that she like the blurriness of pleasure and pain with her. Regina just watched her eyes. They were so expressive and they told Regina things that Emma dared not say. Regina could feel the dampness growing between her legs. She needed to get off and quickly if she was going to make this last, oh, how she wanted to make it last. They did have all night.
She looked at Emma again as her carnality showed itself. She tore the bra from Emma's body. Emma heard it hit the floor but she wasn't sure she cared. She began to rock ever so slightly against Emma's hips. The sensation was enough to set them both on fire. This had had been a building flame, that became a bonfire, that was about to become an inferno.
"What do you want?" Regina asked, every bit the Evil Queen, riding Emma's hips.
"To please you," Emma stated, with a heartbreaking truth that hit Regina to the core.
"How do you want to please me?"
"However you are willing to take it from me," Emma replied.
If Regina's pupils weren't blown then, they were after that. Emma was willing to do whatever Regina wanted. She felt a flood below. A delicious smile crossed her face as she stood straight up on the bed. Emma gave her a questioning look, but Regina didn't say anything. She hooked her thumbs into her red and black lace underwear and slowly inched them down her thighs. As she reached her knees, she let go with one hand to brace it on the ceiling as she removed them from one leg and then the other. She stood over Emma, whose smile just kept getting bigger.
Regina held her panties in her hand and slowly walked up the bed. She carefully leaned down and hovered over Emma's chest, now completely naked. She let her body rock forward as her knees gracefully, and without pinning Emma's hair, fell just above her shoulders on either side of her head. Her apex was dangerously close to Emma's mouth and she felt every breath.
"Do you love your Queen?" she asked, like she had so many times before.
"I do, your majesty," Emma replied dutifully.
"Then show me!" Regina commanded.
Emma's hands were on her hips in an instant. She pulled Regina's body further down towards her mouth. Her tongue took one long lick and Regina arched a brow in triumph. When Emma did it again and stopped to nibble on her clit, Regina let out a delectable moan. Emma smiled up into her, letting her tongue do her worshiping of Regina's body.
Regina was already so close to the edge. She didn't know how she held on, but she felt every single one of Emma's fingers as they dug into her flesh holding her fast to the tongue that was tasting her. She leaned forward when her own body betrayed her and used a hand on the wall to keep herself upright. From this position she could see Emma's emerald green eyes shining as she continued to lap at her.
Her whole body was taught like a bow string and ready to sing, but she needed more than Emma's tongue. She finally realized that. The motion of her hips and the lusciousness of Emma's tongue were only enough for her when she was queen. She needed more, because she wanted more. She desired more, because she felt more. Emma must have sensed this internal debate between the Evil Queen and Regina and decided to solve the problem for her. She pulled one hand around a thigh, keeping her fingers splayed across Regina's torso as the heel of her hand and her thumb found their marks. She pressed into the bundle of nerves and Regina soared.
The moan that tore through Regina started low in her throat and was more a growl of ecstasy before it finally emerged. Emma didn't let up. She continued to lap and drink from her fount until Regina, not being able to take it anymore, simply lay back onto Emma's body. Emma only gave her a moment's peace before she leaned up and found her clit with her mouth. She latched on to it with her mouth and sucked hard.
It felt like magic as she soared into oblivion. There was nothing else that Regina had to describe it. She hadn't felt a release that awesome in years. She looked down into the brilliant green eyes of Emma and wondered what it was about her that she just couldn't shake. She was the Savior and the daughter of her sworn enemies, but here they were, out of town, fucking like none of it mattered but their shared daughter. It had to be magic.
Emma's hands ran up the smooth olive torso still above her until she found Regina's breasts. She massaged them for a few minutes, until Regina's hands for her own. She felt her bring her hands away from her loved body as her deep chestnut eyes found Emma's emerald pools.
"Emma…"
"Yes, Regina?"
"Have you…do you want me…what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you not want anything in return?" Regina asked seriously.
"I'll be okay, Regina. You don't have to, if you don't want to. It will be fine," Emma stated as she helped Regina move down.
"Emma…"
Regina lay down beside her and stared into her viridian eyes. Emma just held her close. When Regina leaned into her to kiss, Emma allowed the movement and pulled her slightly on top of her. She heard Emma moan into the kiss as she deepened it. She wanted Emma but she was afraid of her own lust. She had just been given a mind blowing orgasm and now, Emma was acting like she didn't want to be pleasured. Regina wasn't sure what to do.
"Regina, it's okay."
"But, I want to taste you."
"Then taste me. I am not going to stop you. I promise you that I will enjoy it. I am just saying that you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. We are kinda rushing things and I don't want you to feel weird in the morning," Emma told her.
"I think that it is too late for that."
"Regina, I don't want things to be weird between us. Maybe, I should just go. I'll go find another room or something. I don't want this to change things between us," Emma said.
"It already has, Emma. Can't you see that? We have a daughter. I don't know when and I don't know how, but we have a daughter. She came back to save us from ourselves and to stop some big bad evil entity. It looks like we were destined to be together. I know that this has been rushed," Regina stated as she reached out and brushed her hand down Emma's cheek, touching her as she continued, "But, I can't deny that I didn't want it to happen. I've seen the way you've looked at me when you thought I didn't. I know how I've been looking at you. Sooner or later, I would have pushed you just to see how far you were willing to go. I don't like waiting."
"But, you were content to keep things as they were for Henry before. What's changed now? Why did Coraline coming to Storybrooke change anything? Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Why didn't I tell you? Because of your parents, who I am sure would like nothing more to have my head on a platter for what we just did. I am sure by now your mother has told your father about Coraline's lineage. I know what fate awaits me when I get home."
"No, you don't. You assume too much. They aren't going to do anything to you, because I am not going to let them and neither is Henry. You are still his mother, no matter what happens between us. Snow and David are just going to have to deal with you being in their lives, again."
Regina reached out again and touched Emma's cheek. The gesture was so loving and so foreign to both of them that they reveled in the moment. Emma leaned into her touch. She didn't want to be denied any longer and the longer that Regina stared into Emma's trusting and loving eyes, the more her heart broke and soared at the same time. She believed, lying in the bed naked with her, that Emma would truly do anything for her, now, and it didn't necessarily have to be because of Henry. No, Emma had her own reasons for protecting Regina. Henry just happened to be one of them and he was something that they both loved.
Emma smiled at her. She didn't know what Regina wanted from her fully and she didn't care. If they only shared tonight, she would find a way to deal with it. She cared for Regina more than she wanted to admit. It was more than Henry that brought them together. He was the catalyst. But, they had fallen for each other on their own.