In the hallway, Emma fumbles with the only three keys on her key ring. She's somehow managed to forget which one grants access to the apartment she so badly wants to be in right now.

Tapping her foot, Regina rolls her eyes when Emma settles on a car key. "It certainly isn't that one, dear."

"Huh?" Emma focuses on the key. "Oh, right."

"Oh, just move, you big idiot." Regina knocks her out of the way with her hip and takes the keys, unlocking the apartment.

Emma follows her in and shrugs. "I'm just a bit-"

She stops when Regina uses Emma's back to slam the front door shut. "Nervous," Emma squeaks out.

Hands just above Emma's breasts, Regina prowls forward, raking her eyes over Emma's body. "Have I told you how much I love your body?" She slowly runs one hand between Emma's breasts and stops just above the apex of her thighs.

Emma swallows thickly and shakes her head.

"Well," Regina says, pressing flush against Emma, lips on her ear. "How about I show you?"

Emma struggles to not let her knees buckle. She can already feel her underwear dampening.

Regina kisses Emma briefly, pulling away with Emma's bottom lip between her teeth. She releases the lip and leaves Emma smashed into the door as she moves toward the bedroom.

Emma shakes her head. "Whoa get it together, Swan," she encourages herself and quickly pushes off the wall, locking the door behind her. She takes two large steps before reaching Regina, pulling her back by the wrist.

Regina gasps when her front crashes against Emma's, but a smirk quickly overtakes her. "Hello, there, Miss-"

"Emma."

"Em-ma"

Emma runs her hands down Regina's back and cups her ass cheeks. Both women moan at the sensation.

One hand pressed hard into her back, Regina lets the fingers off her other hand navigate Emma's abs through the dress. "I'm really looking forward to seeing what you hide under all of these trappings."

Emma tries to feign insult. "Trappings?"

Regina bites her lip and nods.

Emma kisses her then smirks. "Maybe I won't take it off then, just for that."

Regina caresses Emma's cheek. "Emma, you couldn't resist me even if you wanted to."

Emma pulls back at bit. "Yes, I could." Regina just shakes her head and Emma chuckles. "Yeah, you're right." Emma sucks at Regina's neck and bends to run her hands up Regina's thighs, bunching the dress at her hips. Regina opens her mouth to say something but it turns into a yelp when Emma picks her, slamming her into the wall by Henry's room.

Regina wraps her legs tightly around Emma's waist and rocks her hips at the sensation of Emma's stomach applying pressure on her core. She kisses Emma to drown out the moans, but when Emma grabs one of her breasts, she can't hold it in.

Emma laughs and clasps a hand over Regina's mouth, nodding to Henry's room.

Regina glares at her and rips her hand away. "Then I suggest we move this to your room as I had intended earlier."

"Yes, your majesty," Emma says. When Regina tries to get down, Emma just tightens her grip and carries Regina to the bedroom, not missing the smile on Regina's face before their lips find each other again.

Emma kicks the bedroom door closed and gently lays Regina down on the bed and hovers over her.

With a huff, Regina looks at her. "I'm not a flower, Emma."

"Noted," Emma says, slamming her thigh between Regina's legs and pressing down on top of her. She grins at the moan that rips through Regina, swallowing the last remnants with a kiss.

Regina scrapes her nails down Emma's back. She deepens the kiss with Emma and runs a hand over Emma's breast, pleased to find an erect nipple. She rolls the nipple in between her fingers, finding a source of instant gratification for Emma as Emma uses the sensation as motivation to rock her hips hard against Regina. Regina lifts her own leg and settles it between Emma's.

When she feels the pressure, Emma moans and move to suck on Regina's neck, nipping at her pressure point. They start moving together, grinding into each other as their underwear becomes soaked.

A loud crash stops them, but it's the booming voice that has them leaping to their feet on opposite sides of the bed. "Stop whatever the hell is going on in here!" Henry yells, hands covering his face.

Emma sees red. "What in the actual fuck are you doing in here?"

"Emma!" Regina yells at her. Regina fixes her dress and nods for Emma to do the same.

Emma rolls her eyes and yanks down the hem of her dress. "For fucks sake, Henry, we aren't naked."

"Emma," Regina hisses the warning, and it has both Henry and Emma shrinking back a bit.

Henry slowly lowers his hand, peeking at both with just one eye before sighing and dropping his hand.

Emma takes a step forward then shakes her head and steps back again, crossing her arms instead. "Why, Henry, are you in here?"

"Because this isn't being careful."

"What?"

Henry looks at Regina. "You said there are physical and emotional aspects to sex. Are you being careful with Ma's emotions?"

"Henry," Emma says through clenched teeth. "I think we are plenty old enough to ensure we are doing what's right for us."

"Emma," Regina begins softly.

"We are your parents. We do not need you interrupting us just because you're pissed you had to have the talk."

"That's not what this is about!" Henry yells back. "I'm trying to protect you."

"Maybe I don't need your protection."

"Emma," Regina says more loudly, but no one takes notice.

"Well you sure as hell aren't doing much to protect yourself."

"That's bullshit, Henry, and you know it."

"Oh, really?" he responds with his arms crossed.

"Emma," Regina states firmly. Emma and Henry both turn to her. "He's right."

"About what?" Emma says throwing up a hand.

"This isn't us being careful. This is us rushing our feelings and reacting to our desires without thinking of potential consequences."

"It felt pretty good to me," Emma states.

"Ew," Henry mumbles and turns to leave.

Emma rushes forward and grabs his arm to turn him back. "You aren't gettin' out of this, kid."

Regina looks at Henry. "Henry, I'm sorry. I don't want to be a hypocrite, and you're right."

Emma's head snaps over to her. "You're okay with him crashing in on us?"

Regina shakes her head and glares at him. "Oh, no. Don't ever do that again, Henry."

Henry nods quickly.

Emma stares at him then shoves him lightly out of the room. "Go to bed."

"But-" he stops then simply nods at her expression, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Emma collapses on the bed. "I hate that kid sometimes."

"No, you don't," Regina responds, watching Emma.

She shakes her head. "No, I don't. But I'm not happy with him."

"You don't have to be."

Emma rolls her head back to look at Regina. She holds up a hand, hoping to coax Regina to sit down next to her.

Regina gives her a small smile. "I could use a cup of coffee." She moves out of the room, leaving Emma strewn across the bed in a frustrated, confused heap.