All This Time

by RhysMerilot

It's been five years since they settled their differences. "No, it was time to stop playing it safe this year. It was also time to put her plan in action, Operation Swan Queen, Henry had named it. Fairly obvious and straight to the point. She had put it off for months since she came to the realization that her affection for Emma was far more than just because they were friends."

2. Part II

Author's Notes: So, I had a ton of fun writing this little story. Hopefully others will enjoy it as well :)

Suggested Listening: All This Time by OneRepublic

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Talk. Emma was there to talk to her and who even knew what about. Regina held on to the edge of the door, narrowing her eyes at the blonde who had captured her heart and claimed it whether she knew it or not.

"What is it now, Swan?"

"Regina, can you please stop calling me that unless you want to tell me what I did to piss you off?" Emma asked quietly and when she bit her bottom lip, it made Regina feel weak in the knees. "Can I come in?"

"I suppose so," Regina said and she stepped back, pulling the door open more for Emma. "In the study," she said with a nod and she shut the door slowly, inhaling deeply as she turned to follow Emma. "Drink?"

"You're drinking?" Emma frowned at her as she stood by the sofa while Regina immediately went to top up her glass. "It's the middle of the freaking day, Regina!"

"Your point?"

"Are you like some not-so-secret alcoholic now or something?"

Regina rolled her eyes and moved to take a seat on the sofa. "What did you come over here to talk about, Sw—Emma?"

"I came over here to find out what's going on with you lately," Emma said and she sat down on the sofa next to her. "You've been avoiding me and it's more than just because you kissed me on Friday night. What happened?"

"What do you mean, what happened? Nothing happened."

"Regina," Emma sighed, the frown looking as if it was permanently etched onto her face at this point. "I'm worried about you, okay? You haven't called me Swan that many times in a handful of days for like five years!"

Despite her liquid courage, Regina sat there in silence. She had the perfect moment sitting right there in front of her, to tell Emma honestly how she felt about her. Why was is so hard just to tell her? It wasn't like Emma was a complete stranger, they had shared things with one another that they could never share with anyone else. They were so much alike and understood each other in ways no one else ever could. There had been a time before Regina realized that she was in love with Emma where they would spent time together, sometimes sitting right there in the study, drinking and laughing, telling jokes and sometimes having serious conversations.

So, why was it so hard?

There was fear of rejection, the fear that she'd lose her friendship with Emma, and the fear that they could never go back to having what they have now. There was also a lingering fear that maybe, by a stretch, Emma felt the same way despite being with that trollop that had fallen in love with her. Just the thought of that woman had her blood boiling again.

"Regina?" Emma said softly. "Whatever it is that's got under your skin, I want you to talk to me, please?"

"That might not be such a good idea."

"What? Why?" Emma looked so confused and wrought with worry it almost made her look completely adorable. "You can talk to me about anything. You have before, I don't know what it is that you can't—"

"This is hard for me."

"What is?"

Regina inhaled shakily. "You know I don't handle most emotions well," she said, raising the glass to her lips only to be stopped by Emma's hand on her arm, an urging in her eyes not to take another sip. "Sometimes it can come out of nowhere. Love, I mean. It can happen quite unexpectedly as well as feel like it's come out of nowhere, completely blindsiding you in the process."

Now or never, she thought to herself as she stared at Emma for a moment. Just tell her you're in love with her, you idiot.

"It took me quite by surprise when I realized that I had fallen in love with…someone."

"You're in love with someone? I didn't even know that you were seeing anyone. Are you having some kind of an affair or something, Regina?"

"Emma," she sighed heavily with a shake of her head. "No, I'm not seeing anyone nor am I having an affair either. This someone is a friend and I—"

"Is it Kathryn?" Emma asked all too quickly and yet as Regina fought the urge to roll her eyes at Emma's assumption that it was Kathryn, she noticed something different, the way green eyes flashed with what she knew was jealousy.

"How presumptuous of you to assume it is a woman."

"So, you're telling me you're in love with another woman?" Emma asked, her lips curling into a grin and Regina finally rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you fell for that."

"For what, dear?"

"I baited you!"

"I'm aware."

"So, it's Kathryn? I mean, you two were inseparable at the Halloween Ball—"

"It is not Kathryn," Regina snapped. "It's you."

"It's me what?"

Regina shook her head and stood up with a huff. Of all the times Emma was more than just a little dense, now was not the time. Regina placed her glass on the mantel and stared down at the fire. She nearly jumped when she felt Emma's warm hand on her shoulder and it took her a moment to even look over at her.

"I need you to talk to me, Regina."

"Weren't you the one who came over here to talk to me?" Regina asked, a slight snip in her voice as she stepped back and watched Emma's hand drop down to her side slowly. "You showed up at my door looking like someone kicked your puppy and you told me that we needed to talk."

"And I told you that I'm worried about you because of the way you've been acting lately."

"I'm not acting any such way!"

"Regina!"

"I am in love with you!" Regina yelled at her, breathing heavily and not sure why she screamed it the way that she did, but she was drunk and frustrated and feeling so many different emotions all at once. "I am in love with you, you idiot!"

Regina snapped her mouth shut, realizing how this must be making Emma feel. She'd been told by two different woman in one day that they were in love with her, one falling, the other already past falling and was in love with her.

"You—me—I—what?"

"Don't you dare make me say it again, Emma," Regina whispered, her lips trembling as she tried to get a read on what was going through Emma's mind in that very moment.

"I…" Emma's voice faltered as she took a step towards her. "I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"You do now."

Regina had never felt more vulnerable in her life than she did in that very moment. When Emma started laughing, she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at her. Whatever had her laughing was not in the very least amusing to Regina. There she had just told her—screamed at her—that she was in love with her and Emma had the utter gall to laugh?

Of all the ways, good and bad, that Regina had assumed this would go, this was definitely not a scenario she could've envisioned. She shook her head and turned to the mantle and reached for her glass only to be stopped by Emma's hand reaching out for hers. Emma's laughter died down, but the idiotic grin she had planted on her face remained firmly in place.

"Hey, Regina, look at me, please?" She said as soon as Regina looked away. "For whatever reason you thought I was laughing, I can promise you it's not what it looks like. I mean, here I thought you were pissed at me for something and it still doesn't make any sense to me about why you've been avoiding me lately."

"Do tell me why you laughed at me after I confessed to you that I—"

"Because I'm in love with you too."

Regina blinked.

Blinked.

And blinked again.

"You what?"

Emma laughed, moving to place her hands on Regina's hips. "I said that I am in love with you too, Regina."

"Oh."

Regina licked over her lips, the tension in her body relaxing as a silly grin broke out across her face. Why on earth had she had the notion before that she was never going to kiss this impossible woman ever again? What a ridiculous notion, really. She laughed too then, and stepped closer to Emma, wanting nothing more than to do just that.

Her heart was racing as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Emma's softly, her body buzzing the moment their lips touched, her mind swirling and her hands slid through Emma's long hair and around to the nape of her neck. It ended just as quickly as it started, Emma pushing at her hips gently as she leaned back despite the hold Regina had on her neck.

"I'll let you have that kiss, but not another or anything more."

"Is it because you are with that woman?" Regina asked, the temptation to refer to her as anything but her name tempting.

"I'm not with her anymore."

"I thought your relationship was strictly casual, that is exactly what you told me when this whole thing had started."

"Regina…"

"She obviously thinks it's more than that and it is, isn't it? How can you be with one and be in love with someone else?"

"Regina, I'm not with her anymore," Emma said firmly, her hands moving to cup Regina's face, jolting her out of her jealous rant immediately. When Emma's words finally sunk in, she smiled again. "And I only said that about the kiss because you've been drinking and I don't want to kiss you if you've been drinking. Not again."

"So, you're saying that you—"

"Want to kiss you, but not like this. I want to do a lot of things with you, but not when you're not sober."

"You're impossible."

"I am."

Regina sighed. "But I suppose you are also right. We shouldn't do this if I've been drinking, which yes, I'll admit now that it wasn't one of my most brilliant ideas."

"You never drink like this, Regina. Why?"

"I heard you and that trollop in the diner talking."

Emma smirked and moved her hands back down to rest upon Regina's hips. "I thought that might be why you pretty much ran out of there all of a sudden. I left after you did, actually. She wanted more and all I could think about was how much I wanted you."

Regina was overcome with emotion and she leaned her forehead against Emma's, wishing she would be allowed just one more kiss. With the adorable way that Emma was smiling at her, she knew she could probably get away with it if she tried, but she didn't get the chance because Emma was suddenly pulling away from her, her hands suddenly gone from resting on her hips.

"So, what happens now?"

"I am not certain."

"Do you, I mean do we start…dating?" Emma asked quietly. "Or is it going to be different for us because we've been friends all this time and we don't need that whole dating and get to know each other phase or anything unless you want me to take you out on dates then I could totally do that and we—"

Regina silenced her with another kiss, keeping it chaste, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Now that she had kissed Emma, she certainly never wanted to stop, and she cursed herself for drinking herself to the state she was in now, closer to the edge of being almost as drunk as she'd been at the Halloween Ball than she was to being sober.

"Perhaps you should go, Emma," Regina whispered against her lips, placing once last chaste kiss before stepping back. "If you stay, I most certainly will not be able to control myself and I'd really rather not have you withhold and torture me in the process."

"Right, yeah," Emma nodded and she smoothed her fingers over her hair down the front of her chest. "I think that's a great idea. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is."

Regina smiled at her as she backed away, their eyes locked in a heavy gaze and when she reached the doorway, she gave her a little wave and Regina playfully rolled her eyes at how adorable she truly was sometimes. Picking up her glass, she stared down at the amber liquid inside before storming off towards the kitchen to dump it and rinse the glass out.

Drinking had been such an incredibly stupid idea, but she had been in a rage at the time and it had been the only thing that had somewhat managed to calm her down. But she was not bitter about her decision, not after what had transpired between her and Emma.

And Emma was in love with her too.

She couldn't wait to tell Henry that Operation Swan Queen was swiftly moving to phase two the very next day.

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Emma paced on the front doorstep of 108 Mifflin Street the very next morning, wondering just how early was considered too early to show up at Regina's door in the morning. It was just past seven and the sun hadn't risen too high in the sky, the soft light just starting to break through the darkness ever so slowly. She had been there since just before six and she had been unable to sleep most of the night, completely and utterly restless as she waited with very little patience for it to be "tomorrow".

Gathering up her courage, she raised a hand and knocked in succession and she waited. And waited. She was about to knock again when she heard the lock click open and moments later the door opened and she sighed, the brunette on the other side not the one she was looking for.

"Ma? What are you doing here so early?" Henry asked sleepily.

"It's too early, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" Henry asked, stifling a yawn. "Mom left like just before six this morning."

"She left?"

Henry nodded. "Left me a note saying she was going to see you today and that I am, under no circumstances, to come to the apartment at all today," he said and Emma's mouth gaped open. "I also know that means you two are probably going to be having sex so, yeah, I am definitely staying away from the apartment today."

Emma felt the blush creep over her cheeks while Henry stood there with a look of indifference on his face. How he was handling this so well, she wasn't sure at all really, but it wasn't like he didn't know. After she had left the house yesterday, she had ran into him at the diner and he told her all about Operation Swan Queen.

"I'm guessing she's probably doing the same thing you're doing," Henry said with a small grin. "I know you've been pacing out here since six this morning. You got here just after she left. I heard your car."

"Oh god, are you serious right now, Henry? She really left?"

"Yeah."

Emma shook her head, laughing as Henry shooed her away. She all but ran to the Bug and jumped in, the engine roaring to life seconds later and she was off, careful not to skid away from the curb as she hit the gas impatiently.

Regina had had the same idea she had and Emma felt like a complete idiot because if she had just stayed at home for mere minutes more she would've been there when Regina showed up at her door, the door to the apartment she once shared with her mother before her parents and Neal had found a home of their own. She was a complete idiot because she had just been pacing in front of the door for the last hour.

She slammed on the breaks, parking in her usual spot before running for the door. She wasn't prepared to hear Regina before she saw her, and she paused at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Swan, you open the door right this instant! If you are going to dare take back what you told me yesterday, at least grow a pair and face me!" Regina yelled at the door. "I swear, Swan, I don't know why I even fell in love with you in the first place!"

Emma bit her lip to bite back the laugh that was about to escape. As scary as Regina could be when she was angry, she was also so very incredibly sexy. Emma headed up the stairs before she could start yelling again and just as Regina was about to pound on the door again, she stopped and turned to face Emma.

"Hi," Emma smiled brightly at her, watching her features relax in an instant. "So, I was thinking that we're totally meant to be because we had the same idea and—"

Regina reached for her suddenly, surging forward and kissed her and it was nothing like the other times, it was hard and their tongues were instantly dancing, swirling, both trying to dominate the other and lead the heated kiss. Emma moaned as she was backed up against the door rather roughly, Regina definitely showing her that she liked to be in control and definitely liked to be on top.

Emma gasped as she grabbed at Regina's hips and pulled her flush against her. She could just feel the power radiating off the intoxicating woman she simply just could not stop kissing and it was more than just power, more than just magic. It was everything.

"Inside," Regina murmured against her lips before their tongues were dancing together again, Regina's hands grasping as Emma's shoulders hard. "Now," she gasped when they broke apart again moments later. "Emma."

"Hmm?" Emma smiled at her, feeling delirious from that kiss. "It's unlocked."

"Excuse me?"

"I said the door is unlocked," Emma repeated, loving the way Regina looked so confused in that very moment. "Nobody is going to try to break into the Sheriff's apartment, Regina."

"Isn't that very—"

Emma kissed her to shut her up, but mostly because she just wanted to keep kissing her. The way that Regina's lips moved over her own, the way they felt, how soft they were, how her agile tongue moved so fluidly and with determination, it was hands down the best kiss she'd ever experienced in her life. What she wouldn't give to know just how agile that tongue was in other places.

The thought of that had her arousal flooding through her body, the heat and the ache between her thighs growing with every passing second. She blindly reached out for the doorknob and twisted it open. They stumbled past the threshold together, clinging to one another, kissing hard and fast and deep.

"Do you have a thing with doors?" Emma teased as she suddenly found herself up against the door again as it slammed shut with the force Regina had pushed her up against it. "Not that I'm complaining, but—"

Emma grasped at her as Regina's lips captured hers once more. Emma felt like she was being consumed and the weight of Regina's body pinning her up against the wall felt so good, so right, she never wanted that feeling to stop. But she also wanted to get Regina out of her coat at least and go from there.

She felt Regina grin against her lips when she moved her hands from her hips down to cup her ass and pull her harder against her. Regina's hand began to wander, moving from her shoulders to trail fingertips over Emma's exposed collarbone, tracing the v in her t-shirt down to her cleavage. Emma moaned into her mouth, halting suddenly in the kiss when Regina's hands cupped both breasts firmly, her nipples hardening at the touch. Emma whimpered at the loss of Regina's hands on her, pulling back from her lips just long enough to catch her breath before diving in for more, her hands grasping and kneading Regina's ass, eliciting breathy moans as they kept kissing passionately.

Regina was tugging her by her hips, she realized as she took each step with a slight stumble, not at all ready to part from that kiss just yet. Regina did part first, gasping in surprise as she backed up against a post and Emma used the momentum to place a leg between her thighs, sliding a hand under the backside of her left thigh and pulled it around her hip. Both moaned loudly, unabashedly as Emma rolled her hips down against Regina's thigh, thrusting her own up against her and creating the most delicious friction between them.

"Coat," Emma murmured, kissing over her lips. "Off. Now."

God, she had to have her, all of her, and her body was miles ahead of where her brain was currently at. Regina seemed to come to her senses, quickly unbuttoning and trying to shimmy out of her coat all while they moved together, thighs pushing, hips rolling and grinding together in an almost desperate rhythm.

Emma removed her hand from Regina's thigh to push off her own red jacket, letting it fall to the floor as she kissed her hungrily, wanton in passion and in a way she had never kissed anyone before. If she wasn't already in love with this woman, she'd fall in love with her just by the way she made her feel when they were kissing.

She slid her hands up Regina's stomach, revelling in the feel of her silk blouse against her skin and she cupped her surprisingly braless breast, hard pointed nipples grazing against her palms. She pinched over one nipple while breaking away from Regina's lips and trailed a blazing path down her neck quickly, slipping out her tongue for a taste of her skin just before the rise of her breasts and where her blouse parted to reveal just part of her ample cleavage.

God, she loved the taste of Regina's skin, even if she could faintly taste the perfume she'd sprayed on near her neck. Her whole body flushed as she thought of how she tasted everywhere else and upon impulsive desire, she wrapped her lips around a hard nipple through her shirt and sucked. Hard.

"Emma!" Regina gasped hotly, her voice low and dripping with desire.

The way Regina gasped her name did something to her and brought out something feral inside of her. She grasped at the front of Regina's blouse and without hesitation, she ripped it open, knowing she'd be tongue lashed to hell later over ruining her shirt, but really the only tongue lashing she was thinking of was the one that would most likely happen as soon as she managed to maneuver them to the bed not even fifty feet away.

She had been in control for a matter of moments, but before she could wrap her lips around a perfectly hard nipple begging for her lips and tongue, Regina was pulling at her, their lips meeting in a brazen kiss as they started the slow stumble towards the bed just behind the stairs.

Piece by piece they rid each other of their clothes, Regina practically wrenching Emma's t-shirt off, her fingers deftly unclasping her bra mere seconds later, tossing it aside haphazardly as their lips and tongues melded and danced together, their hands wandering and grasping, desperate for more. Both were fully naked in a matter of minutes, a trail of clothes and shoes and underwear leading towards Emma's bed scattered along the floor.

Emma fell to the bed, pulling Regina with her, both of them letting out a laugh as they fell fluidly together on to the bed. Their laughs quickly turned to moans as Emma thrust a thigh between Regina's legs, her wet core slipping over her skin and bringing out that feral feeling once again.

She arched into Regina, her cunt throbbing as it slipped over a smooth, strong thigh. It was a struggle to flip Regina on to her back, but a feat she was momentarily proud of when she landed on top and in control. Emma flipped her hair back and around her left shoulder, smiling down at Regina, her brain finally catching up with her body. At the feel of Regina's hands landing on her ass, her fingernails digging into skin, she moaned and rolled her hips over Regina's thigh harder.

As badly as she wanted to take Regina hard and fast, there was just something that she felt in that very moment that changed everything. This wasn't just about sex, this wasn't just about making Regina feel good, this was about loving each other and that very thought alone had her heart swelling with heady desire.

"I love you," Emma whispered, her breath tickling over Regina's lips lightly as she said the words she very rarely said, those three little words coming out with ease. "I love you, Regina."

Regina smiled at her in a way she'd never seen her smile before. It was so pure, so loving, and it melted her heart completely. She also saw something else as Regina laid herself so open, so bare for the first time. She saw just how much Regina loved her too and seeing that, not just hearing it or feeling it, made her feel something no words could ever describe. It pulled something from deep inside of her.

"I love you too," Regina whispered and she sounded so vulnerable in that very moment.

Emma kissed her then, with everything she had, trying to convey everything she felt into one single kiss. She broke away from the kiss just moments later, slowly and attentively kissing her way down Regina's neck, her tongue dipping out for a taste and she trailed it up the length of her neck, moaning softly at the feel of Regina writhing beneath her. Regina's hands swept up her back slowly, her breath hitching in her chest as Emma trailed her tongue down the length of her neck, sucking and biting at the skin just above her collarbone as she shifted and moved to lay between Regina's legs, the loss of contact making them both groan in protest.

But Emma was more than determined to worship her, to love her fully and completely, to make her feel like a Queen once again, her Queen. Regina's hands slid into her hair, her fingertips landing on the nape of her neck, stroking her there softly.

"Emma," Regina moaned softly as she moved lower, her lips trailing a blazing path down towards an achingly stiff nipple.

Emma smiled against her skin before continuing on her slow descent. She leaned back and trailed a single fingertip over the nipple just inches from her lips, watching as it hardened under her gaze and touch. She could feel Regina's hot pussy against her lower abdomen and when she wrapped her lips around the peak, she could feel her grow increasingly more wet than she already was. It sent a wave of desire, of lust rushing through Emma's body and the moan that escaped past Regina's lips made it harder for her to take her time, to properly worship and lave at her soft, warm skin.

She sucked and pulled at her dusky, hard nipple, letting it go with an audible pop before moving to lick over the other. She rose slightly, moving to kiss Regina deeply, one hand on the mattress and the other trailing eager fingertips over her abdomen, stopping short as she reached her hipbones. She bit Regina's lower lip before breaking from the kiss completely, leaving both of them breathless and aching for more.

She felt drunk with desire as she moved to place hot, wet kisses along Regina's stomach hurriedly, suddenly unable to hold back for much longer, wanting to know nothing more than the taste of her, to feel her quivering against her lips and tongue.

Regina spread her legs wider as Emma settled down between then, her eyes drinking in the sight of her cunt, hairless save for the thin landing strip, and so incredible wet and ready for her. She inhaled sharply, drinking in her arousal, the tangy, musky scent completely intoxicating. Regina's hands sunk into her hair as she licked over her fully.

"Oh gods, Emma!" Regina cried out.

Emma drank her in completely, licking and sucking and nipping at her center, absolutely loving the way Regina bucked and arched into her mouth when she ran her tongue over a rather sensitive spot. Lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard as two fingers sank in deep inside of her.

Emma just couldn't seem to get enough of her, the taste of her, of hearing those breathy sighs and moans reach her ears, spurning her on, encouraging her to continue to lave at her clit as she thrust her fingers inside of her. She deftly slipped her fingers out from inside of her and slid her tongue in deep, flicking and twisting it until she felt her tighten, her orgasm flooding through her body suddenly and a gush of cum coated Emma's tongue as she continued to thrust her tongue inside her hot, wet hole.

"Emma. Emma," Regina urged as she tugged at her hair. "I can't."

"You can," Emma whispered, nuzzling her nose against her clit, licking over her fully before giving in to the insistent tug on her hair, moving to kiss up Regina's body until their lips crushed together in a wild, wanton kiss.

They moved fluidly together, Emma allowing Regina to regain the control she'd had before. She trembled beneath her when Regina slipped a hand between their bodies, boldly and possessively stroking over her pussy as they kissed hard, all tongue and lips and teeth until Regina broke away from the kiss suddenly, her lips moving to Emma's neck, sucking over her pulse point, hard, marking her.

Emma watched her, threaded her fingers through now wild brown hair as she made a hurried descent down her body, pausing only to lick over hard nipples and bit at them just for a moment. The instant that Regina's tongue laved over her folds, Emma's eyes slammed shut, her hips bucked and she moved her hands to the bed spread, gripping tight as Regina's agile tongue worked over her in the most delicious way.

She knew one thing was for certain, they were not leaving the bed for the rest of the day.

---

Regina could not remember when she'd fallen asleep after having an all-day marathon of sex, but when she woke it was dark and Emma lay beside her, sleeping soundly and she felt completely and thoroughly sated. Yet, she still felt that ache, that driving need for more and she debated whether or not to wake Emma up just to continue where they had left off before.

They had stopped at certain times, mostly for food but all it took was one look at one another and they were right back in Emma's bed, sometimes on the couch in the area by the bed. And the kitchen counter while Regina had been making them a couple of sandwiches. She moaned quietly at the recent memory of that, bent over the counter while Emma tongued her from behind.

"Mmm," Emma smiled, her eyes fluttering open to look over at Regina as they lay facing each other, arms and legs wrapped and tangled together. "When did we fall asleep? I don't remember falling asleep."

"Nor do I."

"What time is it?" Emma asked and Regina lifted her head to look past Emma at the clock on the bedside table.

"Five past six," she replied and raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. "In the morning."

"Shit, we really did just have sex all day and most of the night, didn't we?"

"No, dear, it was all just a fabulous dream and you just happened to wake up with me, naked and in your bed," Regina teased, her hand sliding from Emma's back to lightly slap her ass. "I have never done what we've done. Your stamina is rather impressive."

"My stamina? Jesus, Regina, yours is far more impressive. How many times did I nearly pass out after you made me cum? I completely lost track!"

"You did pass out a few times, just for a couple of moments," Regina grinned and Emma shook her head, laughing softly before she moved to nuzzle their noses together. "I don't know what came over me yesterday. I just could not get enough of you."

"And now?"

"I had been debating before whether or not to wake you up so we could continue where we left off."

"That sounds like a great fucking idea," Emma said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "And as much as I want to right this very moment," she whispered, Regina hanging on her every word. "I really need to go to the bathroom first."

Regina laughed, kissing her softly before they detangled themselves from each other and Regina propped her head up on her hand and she watched Emma walk away from the bed and across the small apartment to the bathroom. What a sight it was and one she would never tire of seeing.

She knew every inch of Emma's body now, every dip, every curve, every freckle, every scar, absolutely every inch of her delectable body. And they had spent hours upon hours, making love, sometimes down right fucking, in every possible way, in every position, save for the use of toys between them.

Another time, Regina thought to herself, making a mental note to dive into some research later, much, much later.

She smiled when Emma stood in the doorway of the bathroom and as she was beckoned, she slipped off the bed and strolled over to her, their lips meeting and sliding together instantly.

"I'm all for more," Emma whispered against her lips, "but I really feel like we could use a shower before we do."

"Together?"

"Obviously," Emma chuckled, pulling her towards the clawfoot tub and pulled back the shower curtain.

Regina took that moment to look at her own reflection in the mirror above the sink, looking at every spot that Emma had clearly marked her, some darker than others, each love bite ranging in size and shape. Never had she allowed any previous lovers to mark her in such a way, but Emma was different and she had left quite a few behind on Emma's body as well.

She turned to look at her and under the bright bathroom light she could see them more clearly. She reached out for the one that was on her right shoulder, smiling as Emma turned to look back at her, a hand still under the faucet as she tried to get the temperature just right.

"We got a little out of control, didn't we?" Emma chuckled softly, moving her hand out from under the running water.

"Yes we did, but it was certainly worth it."

"Totally, yeah," Emma grinned and she pulled the knob, water rushing from the shower head and steam ever so slowly rising. She held out a hand towards her. "After you, my Queen."

"I'm your queen, am I?"

"Yes, you are," Emma said and she stepped into the tub after her and pulled the curtain shut. "You're mine, Regina. All mine and I really don't mind worshipping you either."

"And if I am your queen, then who are you?"

"I'm your knight, your white knight in shining armour."

Regina laughed, wrapping her arms around Emma. "Yes, you really are."

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After a long shower together, one which they only just barely managed to tear themselves away from touching and kissing each other long enough to wash and rinse, they ended up in bed again, only Emma was sitting up with Regina in her lap, one hand between Regina's legs and the other placed on the bed just behind her. Regina sat on her thighs, her hips swaying as Emma teased her fingers over her cunt, her eyes watching as her fingertips slipped between folds and slipped out coated in arousal.

Emma looked up at her, watching as she bit her bottom lip, an almost strangled moan escaping as their eyes met. Regina had both hands on Emma's shoulders and she squeezed, her nails digging in to already tender flesh as Emma teased her fingers over her clit.

"Emma," Regina groaned, her hips twitching when Emma's thumb and forefinger pinched over the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves. "Oh, Emma!"

She surged forward and captured Regina's lips in a deep, lazy kiss, her finger tips moving lower to tease at her hole. She thrust two inside of her with ease, neither of them breaking away from the kiss just yet and Emma deftly slipped them almost all the way out before slamming them back inside of her, hard and fast.

Emma broke away from the kiss then, both panting hard as Emma continued and Regina's hips twitched and surged forward. "Yes, ride my fingers," Emma hissed, the sight of Regina doing just that had a surge of arousal shoot between her legs. "Fuck."

She slipped a third finger inside of Regina, filling her whole and god was she ever tight and it left Emma's head spinning as she continued to watch her, mesmerized by the sight and the feel of Regina moving on top of her. A hard tweak to a nipple had her looking back into Regina's lustful brown eyes.

"God, you're so fucking gorgeous like this."

"Hmm," Regina moaned, a smile slipping out before she slid her eyes shut and moaned loudly, gasping as Emma's pinky began to brush against her puckered hole. "Emma!"

"Do you—"

"Yes," she all but hissed, stilling her hips as Emma pressed her fingertip against the tight flesh, teasing over it for a moment before they found their rhythm again.

Emma shifted on the bed and lifted her hand off the mattress, a hand that Regina immediately took in her own and raised it unhurriedly and wrapped her lips around her middle finger, and sucked the length of it, the gesture a notion to Emma that she very much was into it and wanted her to fill her other hole. Wave after wave of lustful desire rolled through Emma's body as Regina slid her finger out from between her lips and guided her hand around her body, her hips stilling as Emma's fingers did and led her right to where she wanted her.

Brown eyes locked onto emerald ones, the intensity rising in the air with every second that passed. Emma licked over her lips, teasing her middle finger over her puckered flesh and she eased it inside of her slowly, allowing her a moment to get used to the intrusion.

"Fuck," Emma said shakily. "Regina, I—"

"Please, Emma, just fuck me," Regina begged, her voice husky and low and wrought with titillating desire. "Don't hold back. It feels…incredible."

She leaned in and kissed Regina deeply, slowly starting to move her fingers to fuck her again. It felt incredible for her too because she could feel her middle finger against the back of her three that were buried in Regina's cunt. She could cum just from that sensation alone and she knew she would, it would be just a matter of minutes—if she could even hold out that long.

Both of them were moaning as Regina rode Emma's fingers. Regina had one hand pressed against Emma's on her ass and the other clutched tightly on to her shoulder for some leverage. This alone was far more intense than anything they had done in the last twenty-four hours together and even though it wasn't something Emma was normally in to, Regina was certainly enjoying herself immensely.

They were kissing relentlessly, hungrily, their gasps and moans merging together as one. Emma thrust her fingers as hard and as deep inside of her cunt as she could, sucking on Regina's bottom lip as she felt her orgasm ripple through her body before it ripped right through her.

"Keep them inside of me," Regina demanded in a rush before she shuddered and twitched, her hand gripping on to her shoulder even tighter.

Emma could feel everything, from the way her walls spasmed against her fingers, to the hot gush of cum that slid over her fingers and into the palm of her hand. That was all it took and Emma moaned loudly, not moving her fingers out despite the urge to touch herself as she came undone completely. Regina slid her hand away from on top of hers and swiftly moved it between Emma's partially parted thighs, her fingers slipping between her folds, stroking her, coaxing and drawing out her orgasm.

They were so immersed with one another that neither heard the door as it opened suddenly. "Emma," Snow called out as she strolled through the door. "I've been looking everywhere for Neal's—oh!"

Emma's eyes went wide as she stared over Regina's shoulder at her mother standing by the stairs, her mouth hanging open, her face slowly yet surely turning beet red. Emma felt her heart racing impossibly fast, wanting nothing more than to have the floor swallow her up and save her from this humiliation of her mother catching her having sex with Regina.

"You can take them out now, dear," Regina whispered, a playful tone to her voice. When Emma still didn't move, she turned her head to look over at Snow. "You can go away now, Snow," she said sweetly, winking at her. "We're not quite finished here yet."

"But you—I thought you and—what—I mean you and—what is she doing here? Emma? What the hell is going on?" Snow said, finally finding her voice and her words, her face and neck as red as a firetruck and she was shaking, likely in shock and embarrassment and now anger. "Emma!"

"Oh my god," she groaned, closing her eyes tight, her fingers still very much inside of Regina. It hit her then that her fingers were still inside of Regina and she pulled them out as quickly as she could. "Oh my god, Mom! Get out of here!"

"Mama did you find it yet?"

Emma's eyes flew open and even Regina, despite keeping calm throughout this whole ordeal, had a look of shock and fear in her eyes at the sound of Neal's voice.

"Neal! Stop!" Snow said, holding her hands out towards the door. "Go back downstairs and wait like I asked you to!"

"But I wanna see Emma!"

Emma just barely managed to, with Regina's help, grab the sheet and wrap it around both their bodies before Neal bounced inside the apartment with a huge smile on his face. Emma knew that she was just as red as her mother now, if not even more so. She watched as a frazzled Snow rushed towards the little boy and scooped him up before rushing out of the apartment, slamming the door shut loudly behind her.

"Please tell me that did not just happen!"

"Your mother walked in on us, dear," Regina said quietly, "and you proceeded to keep your fingers inside of me while she stared at us."

"Oh god…kill me, just please kill me."

"And then your little brother had the extreme audacious notion to come inside after your mother specifically told him not to," Regina continued and Emma frowned at her. "It seems as if both of Snow's children harbour the inability to listen to basic instructions."

"You told me to keep them inside of you!"

Regina full on laughed as Emma flushed even more. But after a few minutes, Regina was still laughing and Emma finally started laughing too despite her extreme level of embarrassment.

"Of all the times you choose to do as you're told, that just had to be one of them, didn't it, dear?" Regina asked and they fell back on to the bed together, still laughing. "God, I love you, Emma."

"I love you too," she smiled at her, the flushed tone in her skin starting to fade. "Let's just never talk about this again, okay?"

"Knowing your mother, we'll either never hear about it again or that is all we'll hear for the rest of our lives."

"That's it, I can never, ever leave the apartment again and—"

"Emma—"

"I can't believe she just walked in on us like that! I mean I know it's something she normally does and there's no way she could've known that you were here and that was why when I was with—"

"Emma!"

"—we never stayed here or did anything during the day in case my mother decided to turn up unexpectedly and—"

"Swan!" Regina roared and Emma snapped her mouth shut, eyes wide at the angry woman laying next to her. "Do not ever talk about that tramp when I am naked and in your bed. In fact, I never want to hear you talk about her ever again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good, now that it's clear and we got that out of the way, do you think you can calm yourself down long enough so that we can continue?" Regina asked, her mood shifting immediately as she licked over her lips, her hands wandering over Emma's body languidly. "I want to return the favour, seeing how you just fucked me so incredibly that not even your mother showing up has ruined the mood for me."

"But it has for me!"

"Not for long, dear," Regina smirked and she disappeared under the sheets, her lips falling upon Emma's skin.

She was right back to where she'd been not even five minutes ago, her body trembling with heady desire as Regina settled between her legs and all thoughts of her mother and little brother disappeared at the first touch of Regina's tongue…

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For the next week, Regina wore a smug look on her face any time she happened to run into Snow while she was out and about, which had been more than a handful of times in a matter of days. And every time Snow would look at her, she would blush and stammer, not making a shred of sense before turning to walk away from her. Oh, she was enjoying it far too much, not because of any reason other than the fact that Snow was walking around town after their encounters, red faced and rambling nonsense, acting like the idiot Regina always referred her as being.

The single best part of the entire week was when she ran into Emma's former little sex toy, who had without a doubt heard all about the incident that happened between her, Emma, and Snow—no thanks to Emma who told Ruby who most definitely told someone else, and the town was whispering, spreading the story like wildfire. Of course the little floozy had at first given her the evil eye, one that was returned with her own glare. But then she found herself face to face with the trollop in the middle of Granny's diner, which was busy during the lunch rush and all eyes were on them.

Regina had said not a word, just let her lips curl into a smug smile as she crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at the woman who opened and closed her mouth, gaping like a fish until she backed down in wordless defeat, Regina grinning as if saying: I won.

In a way, she did win. Emma didn't love that tramp, she loved her, the former Mayor, the woman who had once been the Evil Queen and had convinced herself she was never worthy of love. Emma loved her and she showed her every single day in her own little way, be it with words, with soft kisses that made her heart lighten, or the hours and hours of copious amounts of sex they managed to have when they could find a spare moment alone.

Of course, after the incident with Snow, Emma made sure that door stayed locked and that Henry was completely clear on the fact that he was not to come to the apartment without at least calling first. Despite Regina's hesitation when Emma flat out told their son just that and knowing he knew exactly why, it worked out for both of them in the end, save for a few embarrassed looks that Regina would get from Henry upon her return home.

But her least favourite moment of the past week was right there and now, being forced—forced!—to endure dinner with the Charming's at their house. Emma insisted it was okay, that things weren't going to be weird at all, but that was definitely not the case when she, Emma, and Henry showed up for dinner. Snow's face had been red for the last hour, barely able to speak to either women without stuttering or rambling, but David was all smiles, enacting quiet and easy conversation with them at the table.

Thankfully little Neal didn't mention that day in front of everyone. Of course, everyone knew what had happened that day, Snow obviously far more traumatized than her husband, and even more so than Emma.

Aside from agreeing to dinner, as far as Regina knew, she hadn't seen her mother since the incident they don't talk about, but whatever had compelled Emma into coming for dinner and dragging Regina along with her, she could see now that she was certainly starting to regret it and looking as if she would run out the front door at any given second. Regina sat in the dining room chair with ease, sipping from a glass of wine while listening to David talk about taking a fall camping trip with Neal and Henry.

"Snow," David said as he turned to her. "You've been really quiet tonight."

"Yes."

"Why?" David probed and Henry stood up, his dinner finished and he coaxed Neal into helping him clear away everyone's nearly empty plates. "Snow?"

"You know why, David."

"I know, but it's been a week and we're all adults here. Don't you think it's time to let go and move past it?"

"Move past it?" Snow's eyes narrowed at her husband. "You did not see what I saw!"

"Oh god," Emma groaned from beside Regina, sinking low in her seat. "This is not happening! We're not supposed to be talking about this!"

"Honey, I know it is—"

"You don't know!" Snow shrieked, her skin flushing deeper as she rose from her chair. She pointed straight at Regina. "She was having sex with Regina!"

"Yes, we've discussed this, and it's not like it's any secret that Emma is into women as well," David said calmly, trying to calm his wife down by reaching for her hands and getting her to sit back down. "And yes, I know she was having sex with Regina. I thought we all moved past well, the past?"

"Her hands and fingers were in…places! Places I do not want to think about!"

"Kill me," Emma muttered quietly, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Snow," Regina said evenly. "I know how traumatizing and embarrassing it has been for all parties involved, but David is right. We're all adults here and I think it's due time that we move past this whole…incident."

Snow looked like she was about to explode and David was trying his best to soothe his wife, a hand on her back, rubbing over and over. Regina took another sip of her wine before she continued, looking to resolve this once and for all so they could move past it.

"I know that you have a rather large issue with not just with the incident, but because it was me with your daughter when you walked in on us. I can assure you that my only intent and purpose is to love her and make her as happy as she makes me feel, nothing else. This is not a ploy for revenge on you, Snow. We all moved past that many years ago or have you forgotten already?"

"I—"

"And while I understand how utterly embarrassing the whole incident had been and still clearly is," Regina continued, fighting a smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, "but is it truly that impossible not to sit back and laugh about the obscenity of the whole situation? After all, dear, as I have been told, Emma walked in on you and David shortly after the first curse had broken, and Snow, as far as I'm concerned that is equally as embarrassing and something that Emma didn't spend an entire week freaking out over."

"Fingers in places!" Snow squeaked and she turned to David. "She had her finger in that place, David!"

For the first time that evening, even all throughout the week, David blushed furiously. Now it all made complete sense to Regina. Snow wasn't freaking out over catching them, not entirely, but because Emma's finger had been buried deep inside her tight puckered hole.

"Oh please," Regina rolled her eyes. "You aren't that vanilla, Snow."

"Regina," Emma groaned from beside her, her face just as red as both of her parents.

Oh yes, Regina was enjoying this far too much that perhaps she should tone it down because Emma was half embarrassed to death and half ready to kill her. Regina rolled her eyes and sipped from her glass of wine.

"Yes, I agree, it was all very horrifying and traumatizing and embarrassing, but we are grown adults who enjoy having sex and while no, I am not a fan of being interrupted because someone doesn't have the decency to knock before entering someone else's home, this has got to end."

Regina moved to stand, taking Emma's hand in her own, smiling as sweetly as she could manage at two red faced Charming's staring at her with their mouths wide open. She pulled at Emma's hands, waiting until she stood before strolling out of the dining room and headed for the front door, both of them more than ready to put this evening to bed once and for all.

And she wanted to take Emma to bed too, but that was beside the point.

While they gathered their coats and slipped on their shoes, David was the first to emerge from the dining room and coming to stand by the front door to see them off. Snow, albeit reluctantly, followed moments later.

"Thank you for dinner," Regina smiled at both of them, slipping on her black leather gloves slowly. "It was lovely. We must do this again, perhaps without the awkwardness we've all endured this evening?"

"Of course," David said, the first to speak, a small smile dancing over his lips. "All awkwardness aside, it was a…nice family dinner. The first of many, I'm sure."

Their exchange was that of politeness but even Regina heard the sincerity underlying in his words. The handshake exchanged was that of a formality and just as Regina was about to pull her hand away she found herself enveloped in Snow White's arms while David gripped tight on her hand, his other arm finding a way around them both.

Despite the feeling of confusion and bewilderment, Regina allowed herself to indulge in the little moment before she was desperately untangling herself from the Charming's sudden and unexpected and far too intimate hug.

"Yes, well," Regina said, slightly flustered as she looked over at Emma for a split second before looking back at the Charming's. "Good night. Thank you again for dinner."

Emma was suddenly pulling her out the front door and into the cool night air. It wasn't until they reached the sidewalk that Emma turned to her, letting go of her hand as her arms flew out at her sides.

"What the hell was that?"

"What was what, dear?"

"That!"

Regina blinked and shook her head. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Regina, really? It was lovely and we must do this again? Who are you and what did you do with my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, got a problem with that?" Emma quipped. "You're my girlfriend, Regina, because a lot of the things we do in bed, I wouldn't let just anyone do those things to me. With me."

"I am now, am I?"

"Yes!" Emma exclaimed and Regina, oh she was most definitely having far too much fun tonight despite it having started out as her least favourite day this week. "And don't think I didn't notice your costume at the Halloween Ball either, because I did. So did the entire town!"

"So, you did notice what I had wore that night, did you?"

"Everyone did!"

"My, my, Emma Swan—"

"Was that—did you dress in that outfit for me?" Emma asked quietly and it halted Regina in her tracks. "Did you?"

"Whatever made you guess?"

"That kiss. Our first one."

Regina couldn't help but smile. Emma being adorable was infectious and always brought out a side of her that she herself had never known. She moved in front of her, stopping Emma from continuing on the walk down the street in the very direction of Emma's apartment and she wrapped her arms around her easily.

"The kiss I all but ran from seconds after it began," Regina chuckled. "After all this time, this is how we end up being together."

"Yeah," Emma smiled, her arms wrapping around Regina as well. "All this time I wanted you and you wanted me and neither of us had a single clue just how we felt about each other. We're idiots."

"Maybe you are but I am—"

"Yes you are, Regina," Emma said determinedly. "You are. You're my idiot."

Regina kissed her then, ever so softly. "And you are mine."

The End