A/N: I love how nervous my note in the last chapter made you. Logistics of timelines and future plans means you'll actually get two more chapters of cuteness before, I anticipate, a deluge of angry reviews will land in my inbox.

"Emma, I told you, I am not getting on the back of that deathtrap."

The blonde pouted, placing the spare leathers and the helmet on Regina's desk. "It's not a deathtrap. I've been riding motorbikes for eight years. I'm an awesome driver and you'll be completely safe."

"No," Regina said, arms now folded. "We're driving to this appointment in my car like normal people. I'm not climbing on your motorbike."

"But this morning you told Henry he could have a ride on the back of my bike after you've tested it out," Emma reminded her girlfriend.

"I know, and I said those words in the knowledge that I would never get on your bike which means my son won't ever be doing so, ergo he will be safe."

The pout deepened. "You know I'd never put you or Henry at risk, right?"

At those words, Regina softened. "I know, my love. And I am sure you would never do anything on your motorbike which may put us in harm's way. But you can't deny that they're not exactly a safe form of transport. I'm not so worried about your driving as the other people on the road. If another driver doesn't see you or swerves sharply to avoid a hazard, it doesn't matter how skilled you are, a crash could happen and on a motorbike, you have no protection."

"The office is only a couple of miles away. We'll be in town so I won't be driving fast and the streets are wide. Please, Regina. I really want you to try it. I think you'll like it. Riding a bike is an awesome feeling, even if you're just tootling through a city."

"Tootling?"

Emma grinned. "Yeah, tootling. Come on, Regina, tootle with me?"

The brunette hesitated. Everything she had said was true. She did think that motorbikes were unsafe and it was nothing to do with her girlfriend's driving abilities. Given a choice, she would never get on the back of a bike. But there was something about the way Emma was looking at her, pleading just to give her a chance, that made her reconsider her position. Well, to be honest, it was the look coupled with the leather outfit the blonde was wearing. She didn't think she'd ever get over how good her girlfriend looked in tight, black, shiny material.

"If I agree to … tootle with you just this once, do you promise to not only never ask me to get on the back of your bike again but not mention it to Henry? I'm sorry but no matter how safe you say it is, he is not riding with you."

"Deal," Emma nodded. "But on one condition. If you enjoy the ride, you have to admit it, ok?"

"Fine," Regina said, quite sure that that would not happen. "Let's go, we're going to be late."

"Not on a bike we won't be," Emma grinned, holding out the leathers which Regina needed to change into. "I can get us there in half the time it would take you in a car."

Regina glowered. "Emma Swan, if you dare drive any faster than the speed limit, I swear to God I will make you regret it."

Emma held her hands up in mock surrender. Regina shot her a final glare before scooping up the leathers and retreating into her office's adjoined bathroom to change. Smug, Emma sat down and flicked through her Facebook feed as she waited for her girlfriend. The clearing of a throat five minutes later made her look up, and her heart stopped for a second.

"Wow."

"They're tight," Regina said, shifting uncomfortably in her outfit, pantsuit slung over her arm. She had tried to put the leather pants over the top of her slacks but had eventually given up and shed the suit she had worn to work that day.

"You look incredible," Emma said, standing up and walking over to the brunette, arms coiling around her waist at once. "I mean, wow, you're hot."

"Looks like I'm not the only one partial to leather," Regina said, her own hands clasped behind Emma's back, fingers splayed across the supple material of the blonde's jacket.

"I am one hundred per cent partial to leather on you," Emma nodded vigorously. "Come on, let's get going."

Regina picked up her purse while Emma grabbed both helmets. The brunette ignored the gawps of her staff as she walked through the office to the elevator. Emma, however, was beaming with pride as she led her girlfriend down to her motorbike, parked neatly in the underground garage.

"Ok, ready?" Emma asked once she had stowed Regina's outfit and bag in one of her panniers and climbed astride the machine.

Brown eyes gave the bike a dubious look through the slit in her helmet which she was sure was making her hair flat. "As I'll ever be."

Emma grinned and used the toe of her boots to flick out the pegs where Regina would rest her feet. Holding firmly onto the handlebars to keep the bike steady, she nodded to the brunette who placed her hand on Emma's left shoulder and swung her leg up and over, the leather squeaking against the seat as she adjusted herself.

"Impressive," Emma said, reaching behind her and using her hand to encourage Regina to scoot a little closer and tuck her thighs tight to Emma's waist. "Are you feeling ok?"

"I wouldn't say ok, but I'm here, aren't I?" Regina said, her voice muffled through her own helmet and Emma's.

Emma decided not to push. She had already had a fantasy fulfilled; Regina Mills' legs wrapped around her on her motorbike. "Ready? Hold on."

The engine roared to life, amplified in the underground parking lot. Regina's arms immediately snaked around Emma's waist, fingers clawing to get purchase on the blonde's own jacket. Emma slid her visor down, hiding the smirk she was sure would be reflected in the wing mirrors.

As she moved off, Regina's body pressed even closer to her own. Emma had to force herself to concentrate on steering them slowly and safely up the ramp and to the road. She paused when she reached the edge of the street, turned her head and flicked up her visor. "Ok?" she asked once more.

Regina didn't answer but she did nod. Emma took that as permission to continue. She looked both ways, more times than she would do normally, and slowly steered her way onto the quiet street. She could feel Regina's harsh breathing against her back, chest rising and falling, even above the vibrations of her motorbike. The brunette was scared. But driving slowly on a main road was dangerous so Emma accelerated until she was, well, tootling just below the speed limit. Fingers stayed curled against her jacket.

At the end of the street, she turned onto a busier road, placing herself in the centre of the lane so no cars could try and overtake. Not that they'd need to; she was keeping pace with the other vehicles. She was glad she had memorised the route to the psychologist's office, as she didn't think Regina was up to giving directions.

She rode, even if she did say so herself, impeccably. Emma wasn't a risk taker but there were a number of opportunities for her to overtake slow cars or weave through stationary traffic which she elected not to take. Not with Regina clinging to her back. But that said, she realised, as she pulled up outside the large redbrick building, the brunette's grip had definitely lessened as the journey continued.

The engine stopped abruptly and Regina's fingers relaxed further. After a moment, she slid from the bike, staggering slightly as her feet met solid ground once more.

"Are you ok?" Emma asked, visor now up as Regina pulled off her own helmet.

"I think so," Regina nodded, fingers running through her hair in an attempt to return it to its perfect style. "Um, yeah, I'm ok."

"Good," Emma grinned, edging the kickstand down and rocking the bike onto it before she climbed off herself. She placed her helmet on one handlebar and reached out for Regina's to be hung off the other. "Was that so bad?" she asked turning around to collect Regina's clothes and handbag, as well as her own bag.

"It was … different."

Emma smiled widely. "That's definitely not a negative word."

Regina pursed her lips. She hated being wrong. But she was loathe to admit that Emma was right. After she got over the initial fear, there was something exhilarating and, dare she say it, fun about being on the back of the motorbike.

"So what was it you liked the most?" Emma asked, as the duo made their way up the steps. "The freedom? The feel of the wind in your hair … sort of, with a helmet on? The way the bike turns corners? The vibrations?"

"Emma," Regina scolded, her cheeks pinked as she rang the bell for Archie Hopper's office.

"Gotcha," her girlfriend leered. "It's intense right? The way the seat -"

"Hello?" The tinny voice through the speaker interrupted whatever Emma was going to say next.

"Ah, Gretel, hello. It's Regina Mills. I've got an appointment with Doctor Hopper at eleven."

"Come on up."

A moment later, the electronic buzzing signified that the door had been remotely unlocked and the two women made their way into the building.

"Not another word about motorbike vibrations, ok?" Regina growled as they climbed up to the first floor where Archie's office was located.

Emma bit her lip and nodded her agreement to the demand. Inside, however, she was burning to know exactly how much her bike had affected the flustered brunette. As she waited in the small reception area for Regina to change, her own leathers designed to be day-wear as well as bike-wear, Emma tried to distract herself with a pamphlet about dealing with grief in children. It didn't work and her eyes were instantly drawn to the flushed patch of skin visible on Regina's chest when the brunette emerged in her work outfit once more, silk blouse now in place.

"You're killing me," Emma muttered to her as the woman sat down beside her and crossed her legs elegantly.

"You tried to kill me by making me get on the back of your motorbike," Regina quipped. "So I'd say we're even."

"I wasn't trying to kill you. I was trying to show you how much fun it is riding a motorbike. And you can't tell me I failed at that. I think we both know exactly how much fun you had on the ride over here."

Regina was saved from arguing back by the opening of Archie's office door. He bade his previous patient good day, handed several files over to Gretel before turning to his next appointment. Both women had fallen silent as soon as the door was open.

"Regina," Archie smiled. "And Miss Swan, I presume."

"Emma," the blonde nodded, standing up and extending her hand.

"Right, well, let's get started, shall we?" Archie said, stepping back and allowing both women to enter ahead of him.

Regina settled herself in her usual chair, noting as she did that the bright red seat Henry usually occupied had been replaced with one identical to her own. Emma sat down and crossed her legs, something Regina realised she had never seen her girlfriend do before. A palm wrapped around her knee, the other hand cradling her fingers in what could only be seen as a defensive measure. She suddenly realised she had never asked Emma if she was ok with speaking to a professional. The woman had clearly been in enough therapists' offices in her life.

"So, Regina," Archie said as he himself took a seat. "You said you wanted to meet to discuss the progression of your relationship and its affect on Henry, correct?"

"Yes," Regina replied. "As you know, Emma and I have been dating for some time and we're thinking about moving in together."

Archie nodded slowly, his gaze sliding from one woman to the other. "Thinking about?"

"I asked Emma to move in," Regina amended. "She's said yes on the condition that Henry is on board and that the move will not have any impact on his recovery."

"Does Henry know about these plans?"

"Yes. I hadn't planned to tell him until we had spoken to you but the opportunity arose and it just sort of came out."

"And how did he react?"

"He had questions," Regina said. "Emma and I answered them as best we could."

"Were you honest with him?"

Regina opened her mouth to answer but Emma beat her to it. "Yes. We would never lie to Henry."

The man's eyes settled on the blonde who had said her first words inside his office. He could tell she was nervous. That wasn't unusual for someone sitting before him but there was something about the way Emma was holding herself that made him think she'd been in a similar chair to the one she was currently occupying. He was then reminded of what Regina had said about Emma the first time she had been mentioned. Back then, she was referred to only as an 'acquaintance'.

"No, lying to Henry about your relationship is definitely not the way to go," Archie said. "Emma, how is your relationship with Henry."

"Um, good, I think," Emma said, squirming a little in her seat.

"It's great," Regina added. "Henry adores her. He's always talking about how much fun he has with her and how he wants her to come over to ours. And he loves cooking with her."

"Yes, you've mentioned their cooking before," Archie said. "Emma, how do you feel about how attached Henry has become?"

Even without her years of experience in therapy, Emma knew what Archie was asking.

"I'm not going to cut and run," Emma said. "I love Regina and I love Henry. I am completely committed to my relationship with both of them. I know we haven't been together and you can never say 'forever' but I want to be a part of their lives for a very long time. It's not just about me and Regina, either. I've known from day one that Henry was part of the package and I understand what that means. If Regina and I break up, then we will have to think carefully about how that affects Henry. But that won't happen. At least, I don't think it will. I hope it won't."

Regina couldn't help herself, she reached out and covered Emma's hands with her own fingers curling beneath and squeezing lightly. Green eyes didn't move from their stoic gaze towards the man opposite them, however.

There was a heavy silence before Archie spoke. "It sounds to me like you came here to ask how best to move Emma into your house and your life, Regina, rather than discussing whether or not it was in Henry's best interests."

"Are you saying us living together would be bad for Henry?" Regina asked.

"I'm not saying that," Archie placated. "I merely want to know where you two are in terms of your headspace before we continue with this session."

Emma and Regina glanced at one another for a moment before the brunette answered. "We want to live together; we want that very much. But we won't be doing anything of the sort if you don't think Henry is ready. Emma and I both know that Henry comes first. If our relationship in any way jeopardises his recovery, we will end it." Emma's fingers flinched under her grip. "Or at least, slow down. This meeting between us is to discuss how we approach this possible future with Henry and how you see us living together as impacting my son."

"Ok," Archie said. "All I ask is that you are honest with me. In turn, I will be honest with you. But please remember that my patient is Henry and it is for him that my recommendations are made."

"Understood," Emma said while Regina nodded.

"So I'll begin by saying that I will withhold any comment about your plans until after I have spoken to Henry to find out what he thinks. Regina, I would like to discuss this with him tomorrow, ideally without your presence, if that is ok with you?"

"Of course," Regina said.

"Right, well, with all of that aside, from everything you two and Henry have said, I think we're actually in a good position."

Regina let out a little huff of relieve while Emma gawped at the man. "Seriously? After everything you've said you're now saying you think this could work?"

"I think you both want this to work, correct?" The man received two confident nods. "I think Henry is very taken with Emma." More nods. "And I also think that Emma's own experiences put her in a great position when it comes to understanding what Henry is going through."

Emma swallowed and glanced sideways at the brunette.

"You came up in an earlier meeting," Regina admitted. "The first one. Before we were together. I mentioned the …"

"Anorexia," Emma supplied. "You can say it. And I don't mind that you told Doctor Hopper. I just didn't know he knew, that's all."

"Are you ok to talk about your eating disorder, Emma?" Archie asked.

"Yes," Emma said. "I'm recovered. Or recovering, I suppose. I'm fine though. And yes, you're right. I know how important it is that Regina and I help Henry develop a positive relationship with food and being a foster kid I've also had my fair share of abandonment. I know what it's like to grow up in an unstable home and Henry deserves better than that. He deserves the world."

The look of love in Regina's eyes went unnoticed by Emma who was directing her speech to Archie but the psychologist caught it. Even though he didn't want to voice it just yet, he had a feeling the little family were going to come together perfectly.

"Do you mind if I drop you here?" Emma asked as she pulled up outside Regina's office after their lunch. Upon leaving Archie's office, they had decided to decompress over a light meal at Sabi and Will's restaurant. Regina had forgotten how delectable the Italian food was.

"You're not coming up?" Regina said as she slid from the back of Emma's bike and pulled off her helmet. "What about the leathers and this clumpy hairstyle-ruining contraption?"

"I'm late to meet Ruby," Emma chuckled. "Vacation shopping. She apparently needs a whole new outfit to go to Paris with Belle. I said I'd help. And keep the leathers and helmet. Who knows when you'll need them again."

"Subtle," Regina smirked.

"Come on, admit it. The bike was fun."

Regina pursed her lips and refused to speak. Emma didn't need verbal clarification that she had won. Instead, she pulled her own helmet off and reached for Regina, feet planted firmly on the ground to avoid the bike toppling over. Fingers curled around the leather loops on either side of the jacket through which a belt was thread.

"See you later?" she asked before kissing Regina softly.

"Can't wait," Regina nodded, placing another light kiss to Emma's lips. "Come over any time after five thirty and we can have dinner with Henry. But no talk of moving in together, deal?"

"Deal," Emma said. After everything Archie had said, they had decided not to discuss the prospective move until Henry had talked with Archie so they all knew where the small boy's mind was when it came to the possible change in his living circumstances. While he seemed to love Emma, neither woman wanted to get their hopes up only to have them dashed when it turned out Henry wasn't on board with their plans.

"I should go. I have a meeting in ten minutes. Have fun shopping. Drive safe. I love you."

"I love you too," Emma said, stealing a final kiss before releasing her hold on the jacket and allowing Regina to step onto the sidewalk.

Jamming her helmet back onto her head, Emma restarted the bike, waved at Regina and pulled away. Regina watched until she was out of sight before returning and heading into the office.

A/N: next up; Henry and Archie chat one on one.