A/N: I wanted to warn you now that at some point over the next couple of chapters the rating will go up to M. There will be more vulgar language used and sexy times (not in every chapter, I'm afraid). Just thought I should let you all know now in case that is something you don't like. Each chapter with sex in will start with a warning.

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Emma finished her book with a satisfied sigh. Red still wasn't back and the blonde sat wondering what could have happened between her bunkmate and Regina. The only time Emma had seen any interaction between the two women was a couple of weeks prior when Red had followed Regina from the dining hall after the latter left the kitchen. Emma never asked her bunkmate what they had spoken about as she had dismissed it at the time as unimportant. Now however, her mind was racing as she thought through everything she had learnt, trying to find a connection between the women.

Whilst she had joked with Regina about prison being full of lesbians, the only two inmates Emma knew for sure were gay happened to be her bunkmate and the queen. Was something going on between them? Maybe that was why Red had followed Regina from the kitchen that day. Maybe that was why Red had told Emma to stay away from the other woman. And why Regina had told Emma to stay away herself - she was taken. Something flared inside the blonde at the thought of the two women together. Jealousy? She scoffed to herself. She wasn't gay so why would she be jealous if Red was sleeping with Regina.

"Hey," said a soft voice, pulling Emma from her confused thoughts.

"Oh, hi Snow," the blonde greeted as she looked up to see the woman leaning against the doorway. "Come in."

The petite brunette perched on Emma's bed and looked around the small room.

"Where's Red?"

"She went out for a jog in a really shitty mood. Something about Mills." Emma waited, watching for Snow's reaction. Snow and Red had known each other for a while so perhaps the pixie haired woman would be able to offer Emma some insight

"Mills?" Snow frowned.

"Yeah," Emma nodded. "Do those two have history?"

"Not that I know of. But then again, I know very little about Mills."

Unhelpful, Emma thought. Maybe more questions would open Snow up a bit. Emma didn't want to sound nosey or pushy but …

"You know Red though. Has she said anything to you about her before?"

Snow thought for a moment. "She asked about Mills and Athena a few weeks ago. Athena came to one of my education programmes so I've spent some time with her."

"What did you say?"

"Oh just that Athena knew Mills from before."

"Yeah, Red told me that. Do you know how they know each other on the outside?"

"No," Snow shook her head, "but like everyone else in here, Athena is scared of Mills and does as the queen asks."

"Which includes allowing her access to the kitchen," Emma mused.

"The kitchen?"

"Yeah, I've seen her walk out of there twice now. Why? What does that mean?"

"Nothing, it's just odd, isn't it. I mean Mills works in some administrative capacity for the warden. What would she need an onion for?"

"No idea," Emma muttered, feeling more confused than she had before speaking to Snow, if that was even possible.

When Emma and Snow bumped into Red in the dining hall that evening, the tall brunette didn't mention the foul mood she had been in earlier and Emma decided not to bring it up. The three women ate together and headed for the tv room. There was always a decent film showing on Friday nights even if it they had to watch it on a television screen rather than in the movie room with the projector.

It wasn't too crowded and the girls joined Boyd and French just as Anchor Man began to play. The one thing Emma hated most about the tv room was that inmates chatted the entire time. It was impossible to watch something new because half the storyline would inevitably be missed or confused. However Emma had watched Anchor Man more times than she could count so was less angered by the incessant chattering than she would otherwise have been.

Barely five minutes into the movie, Emma felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she looked up into Regina's face. Tension and worry were etched on the beautiful features and the blonde felt immediately panicked.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly. Beside her, Red glanced at the older woman before turning resolutely back to the screen. Boyd, French and Snow kept their eyes forward but Emma could practically see their ears straining to hear the hushed conversation.

Regina shook her head almost imperceptibly. "Not here," she muttered before walking quickly from the room. Emma watched her leave the tv room and turn right, towards the chapel. Waiting a couple of minutes, the blonde muttered some excuse about going to the bathroom. She knew it was a pathetic lie and her friends wouldn't buy it but she would deal with their questions later.

Emma all but ran to the chapel and opened the door. It was even darker in the room than it had been when they first met there, the sun from the day long gone.

"Regina?" Emma called into the impenetrable darkness as the door swung shut behind her.

"Over here," came the familiar voice from her left.

The blonde turned and walked out of the sliver of light cast by the frosted window in the chapel door. Feeling her way along the wall, Emma shuffled slowly through the dark room.

"Omphf," came a voice from near her knees.

"Shit, sorry!" Emma exclaimed. "Why are you sat on the floor?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Regina grumbled, rubbing her sore leg where Emma had kicked it.

Confused, Emma slid down the wall and sat beside Regina. Well, she assumed she was sat next to Regina but to be honest she couldn't see a damn thing so it was hard to tell.

"What's up?" Emma asked after a moment.

Regina shifted beside her, trying to get comfortable on the hardwood floor.

"Have you spoken to Red?"

"Barely," Emma said, a cold edge to her tone. "She came into our bunk fuming, took it out on the cabinet and then left to go for a run. She mentioned she'd spoken to you though but wouldn't tell me what about. Are you going to?"

"No."

Emma huffed in frustration. "What, you're protecting me again?"

"Exactly." Regina's reply sounded tired. The brunette didn't like lying to Emma but she knew she had no other option. She just wished the lies didn't make her heart clench.

"Protecting me from what? The knowledge that you and Red are screwing? Or is it some other dirty secret that I'm too vulnerable to know about."

"No, Emma," Regina exclaimed, turning to face the blonde. When she couldn't see anything in the dark room, she reached out and grasped for some physical contact with Emma. Her hand landed on the blonde's arm. Emma flinched but didn't pull away. "Red and I, we're not together. It's not like that."

"Then what is it like Regina?" Emma asked, turning to face Regina too, or at least in her direction.

A sigh was heard before the brunette spoke. "She wanted something from me. I wouldn't give it to her."

"Sex?"

Regina laughed in spite of herself. "No, Emma. I'm not interested in Red. She's been around the block, literally, a few times and I prefer blondes anyway." As she spoke, Regina slid her hand slowly down Emma's arm. When the younger woman didn't pull away, the brunette laced their fingers together. Emma's heart beat faster as she felt the intimate gesture of the other woman's warm hand against hers. Regina rubbed her thumb slowly over Emma's soft skin.

"So ... so what did ... er Red want?" Emma asked, trying to keep the focus on their previous conversation but it was proving difficult as Regina's thumb continued to move gently across her hand.

"Nothing that matters any more," Regina said, her voice closer now. "I said no, it's over."

"Is it?" Emma whispered.

"Yes."

Emma felt Regina's breath on her face. Through the gloom, she could just see the glint in the brown eyes, inches from her own.

Regina hesitated, knowing she was playing with fire. She had promised herself she wouldn't get involved with anyone inside and she certainly couldn't develop feelings for them. But there was something about the blonde. Something she couldn't keep away from. Something she didn't want to keep away from. Emma had occupied her mind for three weeks now and it was driving Regina wild. And not in a bad way.

Emma gasped as Regina's lips pressed firmly against her own. Her fingers tensed, gripping the brunette's hand as the kiss continued. It was short and Regina pulled away quickly, waiting for the blonde to react.

Subconsciously, Emma brought her free hand to her mouth, touching the skin still burning from the feel of Regina's lips.

Regina held her breath, afraid she had scared the blonde.

Suddenly it was Regina's turn to gasp as Emma launched herself at the brunette, her mouth moving steadily over the lips of the woman below her. Regina quickly caught up and reached to thread her hand into Emma's blonde hair, pulling the younger woman closer to her. Their bodies moved towards each other, heat radiating from both women as the kiss intensified.

Regina ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of Emma's lips. The blonde's mouth granted access and she groaned as Regina's tongue slipped teasingly over her own. The hot, wet muscles danced with each other, exploring and tasting as Emma brought her hands to rest on Regina's waist, pulling her closer. Emma nibbled on Regina's bottom lip and was rewarded with the sexiest noise she had ever heard. Heat pooled between the blonde's legs at the sound and she growled into the kiss, pulling Regina even closer to her.

Regina slid her hands around Emma's neck, stroking the smooth skin before letting her thumbs tease her earlobes. The brunette grinned into the kiss when Emma moaned louder at the sensations. Somewhat reluctantly, Regina pulled away, only to place sucking, open mouthed kisses along the blonde's jawline until she reached Emma's ear. The blonde tilted her head back to allow the older woman better access. Dragging the pointed tip of her tongue around the shell of the blonde's ear, Regina moved back down to take the lobe into her mouth. Emma groaned again, her fingernails biting deliciously into Regina's flesh as her body thrummed with want. The hot mouth, the nibbling teeth, the harsh breathing in her ear, the feel of Regina's body pressed so close to her own all combined to make Emma more turned on that she had ever been in her life.

Regina moved her attention back to Emma's mouth and kissed her, hard. She tried to pour all her feelings, her emotions, all the things she could never say to Emma into the kiss. Wrapping her arms more firmly around the blonde's lithe body, Regina relished the sensation of someone so close to her again.

Without warning, a face flashed before Regina's eyes and she pulled away from Emma. The blonde was left panting hard, surprised at the abrupt end to their impassioned kiss.

"I have to go," Regina said, jumping to her feet.

"I ... You ... What?" Emma stuttered, her brain still fuzzy from the toe curling kissing.

"I'm sorry," Regina said, before she rushed out of the room.

Emma watched her go, the brunette temporarily silhouetted against the bright corridor light as the door opened. Seconds later, the room was swallowed by darkness once more. Emma's head fell back against the wall.

"Shit."

P.S. Now I don't have an ear fetish or anything but there is definitely something hot about tongues and ears ... anyway, what I mean to say is that if you liked Regina's moves in this, check out chapter 4 in my Missed Swan Queen Moment S1 fic as it's bigger and better than the above! Just FYI!

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