Emma and Regina look at each. Had they just agreed to be fuck buddies? How did this happen? Emma is first to smirk, soon bursting into giggles at the idea, soon after Regina follows. Laughing out loud at the situation.

The lust was there, it had been there from the beginning, but so much had gotten in the way. The politics, the legend and the power. Always the power. They had fought over control and freedom, making excuses for the battles. Fables and fairy tales creating a conflict as old as time. The Evil Queen and the Saviour, thrown together in a story world. Unable to follow their own paths, the what-ifs of their connection. But now the writer was dead. Who knew who this other writer was, who knew what would happen, it was time to do as they wished. Take some chances. They wouldn't get hurt with this need arrangement. This was not feeling, not a happy ending. Had the battles been born out of the sexual tension, neither one able or willing to admit their feelings? To be seen as the weaker one. Conflict was part of their lives, growing up in foster homes, choosing a job where she arrested people. Emma was more comfortable at dealing with battle of strength and control. Regina's trust in attraction was also a moot point. Having lost her first love at the hands of her power crazed mother, and having the mantra 'love is weakness' drilled into her throughout her childhood. She had found it hard to let anyone like her let a lot her love someone else. This was a safer compromise.

Regina stood up and held out her hand, Emma took it as if she was signing a deal, fingers entwined. Was she selling her soul, did she care? Regina led her upstairs and into her bedroom. Emma looks around at the room she had so hastily left that very morning. Taking in the simple but elegant design Regina had adopted, it span through most of her house. Black and white, nature and minimalist. She waited while Regina went to the bath room, freshening up and getting ready for bed. She smiled at Regina's taste. The smaller brunette came back in simple pyjama bottoms and top, hair loose and make-up free. She handed Emma a spare set of night clothes and waited for her to get ready for bed too. Emma came back having washed her face, de tangles her hair and swilled toothpaste around her mouth. Feeling fresher she walked up to Regina slowly. Breathing in her natural soft smell and smiling.

Looking down as Regina sat on the end of her bed, black sheets and blanket all neatly made, Emma stood close. Looking up at her, Emma saw a look of vulnerability in her dark eyes she had never seen before. It made her want to reach out and touch the brunette, to reassure her. But she didn't know how. Her hand reached out and gentle strokes down Regina face, and to her surprise Regina leaned into it ever so slightly. Emma sinks to her knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact. She kneels between her legs, gently stroking her hands up and down her legs. Regina reaches over and cups Emma's chin to meet her in a soft gentle kiss that slowly deepens. The chasteness of the contact causing both women to moan in pleasure. Meanwhile Emma's hands move up to undo Regina's trousers once again. Pulling them slowly off, Emma only breaks the kiss to take of Regina's top as well. Regina moves back on the bed as Emma stands to take off her own clothes.

Emma looks down at the hungry dark eyes before her, taking all of her in. She feels Regina is looking into her darkest parts with desire and need. She sits astride the former mayor, holding her face either side as she explores her willing mouth with her tongue. Regina's hands move up and down the blonde's toned stomach and over her now erect nipples. Gently skimming the peaks agonisingly slowly. Emma's back arches slightly, the gentleness equating to burning on her skin, focusing deep in her core. Regina runs her hand down and between Emma's legs, feeling the heat as she runs her fingers into the other woman's slick folds. Relishing in the ease her hand enters the other woman and the throated groans it creates.

Emma's hand follows suit, down between the brunettes full breast, down her stomach and down between her legs. Causing a gasp to escape Regina as her tips back, as Emma find she is a wet as her. The other hand holds Regina close as both women explore the other. Even though the two were experientially turned on the build-up is slower. Both women moaning and gasping, getting off on the look and feel of the other. Skin against skin, slowly getting closer and closer to the edge. Rocking back and forth the find the slow rhythm getting faster and more frantic.

Emma starts to come undone first, her breathe hitching as Regina's fingers find her g-spot and her thumb hits her clit. Causing her whole body to shake and her hips to jerk. Feeling Emma's body tighten around her and shudder as her orgasm takes over causes Regina to go over the edge moments later. Both women collapse in a tangle of arms and legs. Riding out the pleasure for as long as possible before removing fingers and hands. Gasping to get their breathing back to a normal rhythm, as their hearts feel like they are about to burst from their chests.

"Emma" Regina whispers but the blonde just gently shushes her. Scooting up the bed, they get under the covers. Emma wrapping her arm around Regina as her head rests in the crook of her shoulder. A small smile creeps onto Regina's face but before they know it both women are sound asleep.

Emma woke up early but she didn't want to run, she wouldn't leave it like she left it before.

She kissed Regina on the forehead and whispered "I have to go"

Regina's eyes fluttered open with a soft smile. "Ok"