A/N: Hello! It's not Sunday funday, but Monday funday (only by about three hours. Give me a break)! This means nothing to most of you, but can I get a big round of applause to my school for bringing home the golden eagle for the 17th consecutive year this Saturday and winning the speech competition by 45 points?! WHOOP!
Now that you're all thoroughly (I just spelled that right without spellcheck HALLELUJAH!) confused, let's move on.
I think we all owe CrazyHeart101 a big thank you for this chapter because she cooked up the idea wayyyyyy back in the early chapters when I was asking for suggestions on how to woo someone.
Also, to the guest reviewer that posted a few chapters ago "18 chapters and still no sex? These poor ladies!" That made me laugh really hard and I continue to think about it everytime I start to write this story. I'm going to be really disappointed if you don't post "21 chapters and FINALLY sex!" Lololol.

I also really hope you like the last line because if any of you know me, you know I get really goofy, but also really good at writing the later it gets. I absentmindedly wrote that line and was like, "whatever" and then I actually read what I wrote and was like, "Good lord! I think I'm trying to kill them all!"... then I laughed for a very long time because I shocked myself so much!
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"Wake up, mi amor."

The words resounded in the blonde's head, bouncing back in forth as he still-asleep brain tried to process the syllables being whispered into her ear.

A nibble on her earlobe followed, accompanying more words, "Emma…"

A moan arose from the sleeping woman, followed by a giggle from the intruder. The intruder who was currently running their tongue up the sleeping woman's neck, ending in a light kiss at her jawline.

"Mi amor, you must awaken," another giggle followed, the temptress clearly realizing her attempts were only half working. The blonde woman was clearly aroused if her pert nipples and quiet moans were anything to go by, but she was still not waking up.
"Mmmmm…" Regina hummed into Emma's ear, once again capturing the lobe between her teeth. "My amor, if you don't wake up, I will have reason to believe my love is being wasted..." The brunette kissed her way down Emma's neck until she reached her pulse point and stopped to suck lightly on it. "And you know I don't like to be wasteful…" She moved back up to her ear, knowing her hot breath would stir Emma at least a little bit. "So I guess I'll just have to stop."

The brunette pulled away from the sleeping woman entirely, standing from the bed and giggling again as long, pale arms reached out to wrap around her body, but caught nothing but air. A small grunt and a sigh of disappointment followed, then the blonde looked up to her with hurt and despair in her eyes.

Regina's breath hitched. The blonde was so beautiful in that moment. So irresistible. So… much like a child as she reached her hands back towards the brunette and closed them before opening them again and repeating the process, making the "grabby hands" a toddler did when they wanted something but couldn't yet ask for it.

"Come back," Emma whined from the bed, arms still outstretched.

Regina rolled her eyes and tried to strike back the smile that fought it's way to her lips. "You look like a child," she said, grabbing Emma's hands before lying back under the covers and wrapping the pale arms around herself.

"I think what you meant was 'Good morning, Emma. Did you sleep well?' To which, I'm replying, 'Yes. Very well, indeed. I had this amazingly beautiful, half-naked goddess in my bed that I got to hold all night. I've never slept better.'" The blonde leaned in for a kiss, but was deflected by a dark-skinned hand.

"You had another woman in our bed?" An eyebrow quirked and the brunette set her jaw. "Tell me more about this woman."

Emma grinned and whispered, "our bed."

"Yes, our bed, dear. The bed you and I have been sharing for weeks. Now, tell me more about this mysterious woman you were harboring in our bed."

"Well, like I stated before, Reggie, she was an amazingly beautiful, half-naked goddess. She had the softest hair. It was dark, like yours." Emma ran her fingers through the brunette's shiny locks. "Her eyes were like never-ending pools of chocolate that drew you so deep within," the blonde locked her eyes with the woman across from her, then whispered in awe, "It was so easy to get lost in them. Her lips…. Oh, her lips were like a soft, soft velvet, and they were so plump and full," a finger came up to trace Regina's slightly parted lips as her chocolate eyes slipped closed and a soft sigh sneaked it's way out. "Her neck was soft and smooth," Emma's finger slipped from the brunette's lips and slid down the column of her throat. "And I swear her body was carved by the gods because I have never seen a woman so beautiful."

Regina reached out and grabbed Emma around the neck, crashing their lips together. She held tightly as her hands roamed everywhere, just wanting nothing more than to feel the blonde in that moment. Minutes or groping and moaning and kissing passed before she finally pulled back.

"Good morning, Emma," the words were breathless.

"Fantastic morning," the blonde replied, leaning back in, only to be stopped once again. "Are you really going to stop me every time I try to kiss you, only to jump me? Is this some sort of weird power play?"

"No, dear, this is no power play. I'm stopping you because you have to get ready," the brunette said, only to be met with a blank stare from woman next to her. "Do you remember what today is?" She asked pointedly.

"Does Henry have something going on? Oh, God. Am I going to make us late to something of his?" The blonde's eyes exploded in worry, doubling their previous size. Her care for the boy would never cease, and Regina couldn't help but love every minute of it.

"Henry has nothing more than a play date and a night at Gramma Cora's," Regina replied, watching the blonde instantly calm. "You, however, have your check-up today."

Emma groaned, "Do I have to?"

"Trust me, you'll want to," the brunette couldn't stop her eyes from shining playfully. Emma would definitely want to go today because if her ribs were healed and the rest of her body was coming along fine… Well, Henry was at his grandmother's for a reason.

"Again with these sentences that don't really make me feel safe around you," the blonde joked. "It's like you've always got something planned."

"Just get up so I can help you into the shower. We have to leave in an hour."

"Do I actually have an appointment, or is this just some elaborate plan to get me naked?" the blonde questioned, causing Regina to quirk a brow. "Because if you wanted me naked, you'd just have to ask… Politely, of course."

"Why ask when I can do?" Regina slipped her thumbs into the band of the loose gym shorts Emma insisted on wearing to bed the night before. Last week Henry had woken from a nightmare and asked to spend the night in the bed with Regina and a very surprised, half-clothed Emma. Ever since, the blonde had made sure to stay fully-clothed at all times. "As the saying goes, it's better to ask forgiveness than permission."

One tug and the shorts were removed, and while Emma was waiting for something more to happen, the brunette stood, deposited the clothing into the hamper and walked to the bathroom.

"Are you coming, dear? I wouldn't want the water to get cold before you even get in it."

"I wish I was coming, dear." the blonde mumbled in return, just as the brunette peeked her head around the doorframe again.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

"Alright, Emma," Dr. Zambrano entered the room just as she had two weeks ago, and hung the slides she was carrying up in front of her special light. "These are your last scans on the left and today's on the right. As you can see, you've healed tremendous amounts over these last two weeks. I suspect that is because you had Miss Mills, here," the doctor smiled up at the woman across the room. "Judging by the story of how you got this way, I could only see more mishaps and accidents happening in these last two weeks that would prevent you from healing properly, but that isn't the case thankfully."

"So I'm healed?" Emma asked hopefully.

"Not completely," the doctor frowned back at her. "Your ribs are healed, yes, but you still need to rest your foot and-"

"Do I still need the devil sticks?" the blonde interrupted.

The doctor's look of confusion spurred Regina to finally speak, "She means crutches. Does she still need the crutches?"

"No. Your cast will stay on for another four to six weeks, but you don't need the crutches. You're free to walk around without them. You're also free to go back to your everyday activities, barring anything that starts to hurt your foot after a while," the doctor explained.

"Oh, so you mean, like, cleaning?" Emma smirked.

All three women laughed and Regina responded, "Like you ever did that before!" which caused more laughter from her and the doctor, and a gasp of shock from the blonde.

"I didn't live with you before. How would you know?"

"Mi amor, I've spoken with Ruby so often since we've started dating. She tells me everything," the brunette planted a kiss on the tip of Emma's nose and looked back up at Dr. Zambrano. "Doctor, it was nice seeing you again, but is there anything else you need to tell us about? I'd really like to get Emma home."

"I think I've told you all everything else before we did the scans, so you're free to go. Just make sure to schedule an appointment in four weeks so we can check up on that foot."

"Thank you," Emma and Regina responded in unison, both standing and heading for the door.

Regina handed Emma the keys and told her to keep going to the car while she asked the doctor a question.

"Should I stick around and make sure you don't do anything you can go to prison for?" the blonde asked worriedly.

"Of course not, Emma. I just have a few questions for her. Now go," the brunette shooed her off, then turned and called out for the doctor.

"Yes?" Dr. Zambrano asked, turning around to see who called for her. "Oh, Regina! I thought you and Emma were leaving."

"We were, but I had a question to ask first. It's kind of personal," Regina started to blush just thinking about it.

"Yes?"

"Well, let's say I planned a little surprise for Emma. One that was…" the woman waved her hands in the air, trying to piece together appropriate words. "uhhh…. sexy."

"Miss Mills, I'm glad you're surprising Emma, but I'm really not sure what role I'm supposed to be playing in this," Dr. Zambrano looked almost scared as she stared back at the woman.

"No! No, nothing like that, doctor. I was just wanting to know if she was healed enough for something like that. I really don't want to risk hurting her all over again."

"Of course. Well, my professional advice is to stay away from anything extreme," the doctor advised. "No chains, no whips, no heavy BDSM. My personal advice: I don't think Emma would mind a little pain if it came with that kind of reward. Just keep it safe and have lots of fun. Now, if you don't mind, Miss Mills, I have some other patients I need to attend to."

"Of course," the brunette's cheeks blushed even harder. "Thank you."

Emma walked around the car and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, "I'm so happy to be able to walk again. And hug you without those stupid things getting in the way."

"Well, maybe we should walk upstairs, then," Regina said, wiggling suggestively in the embrace.

"And continue where we left off this morning?" the blonde wagged her eyebrows. "I'd love to."

"Catch me if you can." Regina broke the embrace and ran into the house, shouting behind her, "Remember you can't run on that foot of yours, dear!"

The brunette bounded up the stairs and ran to where she had hidden her surprise. She pulled out the black ensemble, shoved the box back where it belonged, and ran to her bathroom, hoping Emma didn't see what she was clutching in her hands as the blonde hobbled up the stairs.

She heard the bedroom door creak open as she was securing the last lace on her outfit, followed by a questioning voice, "Reggie? You in here?"

"Sí, mi amor. Just sit relax on the bed. I'll be out in a moment," Regina called through the door, trying to catch her breath. She really wished she didn't have to run up those stairs to beat Emma inside. Now she had to wait even longer before she could give the blonde her surprise. There was no way she was going out there panting like a dog.

"Are you feeling alright, babe? You've been ran in here pretty fast and went straight for the bathroom. Are you sick?"

It's now or never, Regina.

"Does lovesick count?" the brunette husked from the doorway, drawing wide, hazel eyes to her.

"Ummm.. Reggie?" the blonde choked out. "Where are all your clothes?"

The brunette stood in the open doorway covered by little. A black corset concealed her torso and lifted her breasts heavenward. Red laces zigzagged up the front coming to a neat little bow that accentuated her cleavage wonderously. Her panties were nothing more than two scraps of thin, silk material held together by mere strings of the same fabric. Garters appeared from the frill at the bottom of the corset and held sheer black stockings in place.

"You don't like it?" the brunette asked, knowing full well by the dilated and darkened eyes, and sudden heavy breathing that the blonde loved it.

"Why? For me?"

"Emma Swan I have been waiting for you to touch me since we met. We've been dating a little over a month now, but I haven't been able to touch you because of my sister's insane reaction to you being in my house. Now, I talked to the doctor and she said as long as I left the chains and whips locked up, you were all set." The brunette paused knowing how the next words she husked out would make Emma act. "So come now, touch me."

The blonde practically jumped from the bed, racing across the room and grabbing the woman around the waist. She pulled the brunette into her until their bodies were as close as they could ever possibly get.

"You're gorgeous," Emma whispered reverently, not wanting to break the beauty of the moment. She slowly leaned in and kissed the brunette softly, stunning her.

This was not how Regina pictured it going. She pictured Emma ravaging her. She pictured Emma tearing the lingerie from her body and throwing her on the bed. She pictured Emma nibbling and sucking and marking her territory all of the brunette's body. What she didn't picture was the blonde staring at her adoringly and kissing her so gently.

"Am I dreaming?" the blonde asked, leaning back from the kiss.

"No, mi amor. No you are not," the brunette smiled like the cheshire cat, "and it's only going to get better."

"What do you mean?" The blonde's brows furrowed as Regina once again slipped out of her arms, heading to the other end of the room. She pulled the large, white leather armchair to the middle of the room before walking to the stereo system and starting it up. A sexy beat flowed out through the speakers and encompassed the entire room.

Regina traced her steps back to the blonde, swaying her hips purposefully with the music, and making sure Emma took note. She shoved the blonde against the wall and devoured her mouth. Their tongues slid together in their own little dance as Regina kept the sway in her hips going. She straddled one of Emma's legs, never losing her own rhythm even as Emma's jean clad legs rubbed deliciously against her core.

Emma picked up on Regina's hint, started to move herself with the beat of the bass. She wrapped one arm around the brunette's back, letting it settle on her ass, as the other reached up and tangled into her hair. She brought the woman back to her mouth and nibbled on her bottom lip. The brunette waited for the release of her mouth before turning her back the the blonde and grinding her ass into the other woman's pelvis. She sighed as she felt Emma move the dark locks from the left side of her neck and start nibbling there, her hands taking that moment to roam the entirety of the brunette's body. They stopped at the lace bow, silently asking permission.

"Not yet, mi amor. I've still got a surprise for you," the brunette took her arm and led her to the chair, walking around behind her. She started to slowly massage the blonde woman's shoulders, working out all the kinks. She leaned down and nibbled Emma's earlobe, and let her warm breath brush over the outer shell of her ear as she whispered breathily, "I've been planning this night for weeks. I just want to feel you."

The blonde tried to move in her seat, but a pair of strong arms held her down. "Not yet, princess. Your queen has a present for you. One that she plans on giving."

One more nibble was awarded to the blonde before Regina swung herself in front of the chair. She was nervous. Regina Mills had never given a lap dance before, and had never expected she would need to. She had also never received one, though Kathryn had tried to take her out and have that changed on many occasions.

She closed her eyes and let her body take over. The music pumped through her veins, moving her body fluidly to the beat. She thought back to the few times she had been clubbing and tried to mimic the moves of the women she had seen there.

By Emma's standards, she was doing extraordinarily well. The blonde was entranced by the sway of her luscious hips, her round ass covered by little-to-nothing. When she turned her back to the blonde and dropped low before swaying her hips back and forth in Emma's face to stand straight again, the blonde gripped Regina's wrist and spun her around. She pulled the woman into her lap and started kissing her as the latino's hips ground into her own. They lost themselves for several moments before Emma pulled back.

"I wanted our first time to be me making love to you in your bed, but I don't know if we're going to get that far," Emma panted out. "I'm sorry."

"You're going to be around for quite awhile, Miss Swan," Regina let out between moans and pants. "There will be plenty of time to make love to me later. For now throw me on the bed and fuck me."

"Yes, professor."

Emma stood with her arms gripping the brunette. One clung to her ass and the other hugged her toned back. She winced as she stood, still feeling the pain of exertion in her ribs. It was something she'd have to get over quickly. There was no way she was putting this night to waste.

Regina giggled as her back hit the mattress. Her bottom lip snuck it's way between her lips as she observed the blonde removing her clothes. The blonde ripped them from her body as though they were fire. She climbed onto the bed and straddled the woman lying in it. Reaching up, she gripped the red bow and tugged at the laces, unwrapping her gift. When the lace was fully unraveled, the blonde threw the corset off to the side to take in her prize. Dark, olive-skinned, perky breasts stared back at her.

Hazel eyes glanced up to mocha orbs, begging for permission. A quick nod from the brunette had Emma diving in and capturing one breast in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around a nipple, taking in how hard it already was. She slid her teeth around it and drug them to the tip before moving to the other and repeating the action. A stray hand reached to the fabric covering the other half of Emma's surprise. One quick tug broke the flimsy straps and revealed what the blonde was searching for. The brunette gasped at the sound of ripping material, but could bring herself to reprimand Emma with the was the blonde woman was currently worshipping her from head to toe.

The blonde licked a trail down the brunette's body, stopping at a kiss and nibble occasionally. She paused at Regina's bellybutton and placed a kiss to it, revelling in the way the brunette simultaneously giggled and clamped her thighs together to help relieve the pressure building between them.

Emma continued her descent, finally settling between the brunette's legs. She spread them wide, eyeing how wet and glistening and ready her professor was for her. She blew a breath over the area, loving the way Regina squirmed and moaned for her.

"Emmmmmaaa… No games, mi amor. Take me."

Emma did as she was told, quickly leaning in and licking a line through the woman's sex. She moaned at the taste. Apples. Of course the teacher would taste like apples. she snickered at the irony as her tongue kept pace with it's work and her fingers joined in. Two fingers pumped deep inside the darker woman. In and out in a rhythm all their own. The blonde took the tempo Regina set. After all, this moment was all about the woman's pleasure.

"Oh, Emma. Mi amour. ¡Me jodas! ¡Más rápido!"

The shock of hearing Regina moaning in Spanish almost stopped Emma dead in her tracks, but when the hand that had somehow managed it's way into her hair squeezed tightly after her slight falter, the blonde knew now was not the time to wonder about the words being thrown her direction.

"¡Más fuerte, mi amor! Harder!"

The blonde continued to pump in and out of the woman, adjusting herself to meet the brunette's thrusts and pressing herself even deeper into her new lover. Emma noticed Regina's body start to tense by the second. When her back started to lift from bed, the blonde leaned in further to the thrust and bit down on the older woman's clit.

"¡Sí, sí, sí, Emma! Oh, Dios. Yeessss."

Emma helped the woman until she started to fall from her high.

"Welcome back," Emma whispered with a smile. "You taste wonderful, by the way." She brought her fingers to her lips, hoping to lick them off, but was interrupted by another hand reaching out and gripping her wrist.

Locking their eyes, Regina slid each finger into her mouth individually and sucked them clean, making sure not to miss an inch.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned her approval. "Apples."