"I love you," Emma whispered to her, reaching out and squeezing her hand. She then pushed open the loft door, looking around at three worried faces.

"Moms!"
"Honey, we're so glad you're both here."

Henry breathed out a sigh of relief when he noticed his mothers holding hands, hopping off the barstool and making his way over to them. He'd been so worried, feeling incredibly anxious ever since he'd come home and heard the commotion coming from his mothers' room. When he'd approached their bedroom and his mom had been crying, throwing his ma's things on the floor and swearing to herself, he'd panicked. He'd tried asking what was wrong but she'd asked him to please go to his room and close the door.

He had hovered, wanting to argue, wanting to figure out what in the world was going on, but he also remembered his grandpa's warning that you should never do anything to stress out a pregnant woman. Just do what she says, even if it doesn't seem logical. Unless she's going to hurt herself or the baby, don't argue. So, he'd gone to his room and immediately called his ma, at a total loss for what to do. He'd been on edge ever since then, and he felt immediate relief when he saw them together.

"Everything's okay, kid," Emma said softly, drawing their son into her arms.

Regina wrapped her own arms around Henry, smiling softly when she felt Emma's hand stroke her elbow.

"I'm sorry, darling," Regina mumbled into his temple. "I'm sorry for frightening you earlier."

"I was really worried." Henry admitted, taking a step back to look at his ma. "What did you do?"

Despite the fact that his tone held no accusation, Regina immediately stepped in.

"She did nothing wrong, Henry. It was my fault. I misunderstood the situation."

"Well, that's not entirely true," Emma defended, nodding towards her parents. "Hey."

"Hi, honey."

"Regina," David immediately started, making his way over to her and pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know. I wasn't convincing earlier."

"No," Regina replied wryly. "I wonder why I wasn't convinced by your she went to the store to um, buy herself lady products explanation."

Emma snorted. Henry laughed out loud.

David had the decency to blush.

"Yeah. Not the best liar."

David searched Regina's eyes, reaching out to hold her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he repeatedly gently, lowly.

He then looked over at Emma, who took the hint and walked away with Henry, giving them a little privacy.

"I know we've made a lot of progress. We've… come to a place of trust. Or at least, I think we have," David ventured, glad when Regina nodded slowly. "I only kept the truth from you because Emma was working on a gift for you. I'd never hide something serious from you. I hope you know that."

Regina looked at him, searching his eyes.

"I thought you were hiding her affair."

"I know. I knew that's what you thought. I swear to you, Regina, I would never. Emma wouldn't do that, but neither Snow nor I would ever hide something like that from you. Are you angry?"

"I was," Regina admitted. "And hurt."

David's face fell. He pulled her back in for a hug, guilt eating at him. They'd made so much progress recently. He really hoped that he hadn't messed it all up.

"I get it. I am sorry, Regina. I went along with it because the end goal was to make you happy, and you deserve something nice to be done for you."

Regina understood his motivations. She understood that David hadn't wanted to upset her, but she was still feeling emotional, and she knew she hadn't quite forgiven him yet for lying to her. She knew that she needed time, but for now, she accepted his apology.

Regina gently pulled away, offering him a small smile before moving to an empty bar stool and sitting down next to Snow. A shiver raced up her spine now that she was seated, and she gratefully leaned back into Emma's warmth when her girlfriend pressed herself up against her back. They hadn't been outside, but the garage wasn't fully heated and it was the dead of winter in Maine. Emma's warmth, as well as her comforting presence, were more than welcome against her skin.

"Should I make some tea?" Snow asked, getting up and heading to the cupboard when she noticed Regina shiver.

There were several positive replies, Snow occupying herself at the counter while she waited for the two women to explain themselves.

"So what happened?" Henry asked, no longer able to hold back.

"We had a misunderstanding," Regina replied, looking over at Henry. "Your mother, in her infinite wisdom, decided that she wanted to surprise me with a gift but chose to go about it by lying and assuming I'd never find out. I, of course, found out."

Henry shook his head.

"But I don't get it. What happened? What did ma do that was so bad that you packed her things?"

Regina hesitated. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to admit aloud. She was still digesting, still processing what had happened today.

"We had a misunderstanding, Henry."

"I thought I could hide something from your mom," Emma interjected. "A surprise. But she found out and it ended badly. I should have just been honest. I thought she wouldn't find out."

"Mom knows everything," he said seriously, turning to his ma. "You can't hide anything from her. She's like a detective."

Emma nodded.

"Yeah, I know. It was dumb. I was just too excited and really wanted to surprise her. I thought with help, maybe she wouldn't find out."

"Rookie move," Henry admonished.

"Definitely. This is why you shouldn't lie to your partner, kid. This scared the shit out of me. Good life lesson for everybody."

"And I should have asked more questions rather than assuming the worst of your mother," Regina added, also looking at her son.

"It was pretty incriminating," Emma offered.

Snow watched from the counter, pouring the water once it was hot, almost in awe of the two women before her. Regina never admitted fault. In fact, she used to double down and lash out harder at anyone who dared insinuate that she had been wrong. And Emma, she'd only ever admitted how she was feeling when she was already in an incredibly emotional state, blurting out her thoughts and feelings in the heat of the moment. She'd never once sat calmly like this and explained herself.

Snow smiled privately, stirring the mugs before her. They were good for each other, Emma and Regina, and she was happy for them.

"Here you go," Snow cut in, handing around the mugs. "So, everything is okay now?"

Regina nodded, "Everything is fine."

Everything wasn't exactly fine, but Regina wasn't ready to discuss this any further with the two Charmings. They knew enough as it was already.

Henry accepted his mug from his grandmother. He still had a lot more questions, but he could tell by his mom's tone that the conversation was over. But, he wasn't sure if it was because of his grandparents or if she really was finished talking about it completely. Henry still felt unsettled. He was glad his moms were okay, that they seemed back to normal, his ma running her hands along his mom's shoulders and his mom leaning back into her.

But still. He couldn't stop thinking about how upset his mom looked earlier, and he wondered what had happened between them. There had been a misunderstanding, okay, but about what exactly. He wanted details.

It probably wasn't his business, but what happened earlier… it had scared him. He'd almost lost his family; his mom had almost kicked out his ma. He wanted to know more, so he bit his tongue, keeping quiet until they returned to the house, still thinking silently, musing about how he could bring up the topic as he hung up his coat and scarf.

"Alright, kid. Spill it."

"What?"

"You've been quiet all afternoon, mijo. What's on your mind?"

"It's just, I don't get what happened."

"We had a misunderstanding," Emma repeated, leading the way to the living room. She sat down next to Regina, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "We just needed to talk and then we settled things."

"But why? What happened?"

"Has this been bothering you all afternoon?" Regina asked, stroking his cheek.

Henry nodded.

"Ever since I saw you, mom," he explained quietly. "I can't stop thinking about it. I didn't wanna ask at grandma's and grandpa's cause I know you don't like it when people know things, but I just don't understand."

Regina sighed, leaning forward and pulling her son into a hug.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, guilt filling her belly. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"I was really worried."

When Henry pulled away, Regina let go of him, looking back at Emma, who simply shrugged. Your decision.

"Your mother has been working on a gift for the baby, but she didn't tell me that. All I knew was that she wasn't answering my calls, and she wasn't at the station like she should have been. She was missing, and I couldn't locate her. Your grandfather was lying on her behalf when I couldn't find her. I jumped to conclusions."

Henry's face scrunched up as he was thinking, before his expression ultimately smoothed out.

"You thought she was cheating?" Henry finally asked.

"Makes sense, kid."

Henry made a face, causing Regina to smile. She knew that look. It was the same look Regina got when she thought someone was being an idiot.

"What is it?"

"No offense, but ma's not devious enough to pull off something like that. Plus, she's got like… golden retriever energy when it comes to you. She'd never cheat on you."

Regina immediately began laughing, Emma sputtering a "what? What the hell is golden retriever energy?"

"Ma. Come on. You follow mom around like she's the best thing ever. Anything she asks you to do, you trip over yourself to do it. It's like you're just waiting for her to tell you what to do next." Henry then looked to his mom. "She's always watching the clock and pacing around when you're going to be home soon. Why do you think she's always magically in the entrance when you walk in the door? She waits for you. Ma's like totally gone on you. There's no way she'd ever cheat on you. Plus, like, who's she gonna cheat with? Everyone's scared of you. They'd never agree even if ma wanted to. Which she doesn't, by the way. She's too busy looking at you to look away from you."

Upon seeing his two mothers' expressions, Henry immediately began back-tracking.

"I mean, no offense. Like, I get how in the moment maybe it wasn't obvious, and it's hard to see when you're in it-"

"No, mijo," Regina said gently, cutting him off. "You're right. I was being illogical."

"Par for the course for me."

Regina shook her head.

"No, Emma."

Henry watched the interaction between his mothers, the way his ma reached up and held his mom's face, and the way his mom just looked so… apologetic. His mom never apologised to anyone, but she did to his ma. She treated her in ways Henry had never seen his mom treat anyone else, except maybe him.

He waited quietly while they communicated silently, finally interrupting when it seemed like they had forgotten he was even there.

"So, everything's good now?"

"Yes, my little prince. We've talked, and I believe your mother. It's to be expected, when you take a partner, that there will be moments like this of miscommunication and misunderstandings and maybe even outright arguments. The important thing, at the end of the day, is that your mother and I love each other and we want this to work. So, we do try our best to communicate through these moments. And your mother's infinite patience is also particularly appreciated."

"Did you just compliment me?"

"I would never," Regina admonished, Emma cackling in response.

Regina then turned to her son, her expression softening.

"Are you alright?"

"I am. I just… I'm glad you guys are okay. You're good together."

Regina leaned back until she was pressed against Emma's front, a smile forming on her lips when Emma's arm wrapped around her waist, resting on her belly.

"We are."

"Are you sure you're alright, Henry?" Regina asked, her voice still laced with concern.

"I'm good. I don't think I'm scarred for life or anything. But if you wanna make it up to me, you know, to be sure I'm not irreparably damaged, we could have waffles for dinner. I think that would make me feel even better."

Regina looked over her shoulder at Emma.

"If this child," Regina began, rubbing her belly, "also turns out just like you, I'm leaving this town forever."

Emma and Henry both beamed at her.

"We already have a manual started on how we plan to indoctrinate this one too," Emma said, mouth dropping open when Regina leaned forward, away from her, before waving her hand in her direction, a small bubble of water bursting above her head.

"Hey!"

Regina simply laughed in response.

Later that night, after their bellies were filled with fruit and waffles, and long after they bid their son goodnight, Regina led Emma into their bedroom and closed the door. She immediately removed her shirt, kissing her girlfriend slowly, warmed by the way Emma held her so delicately.

"You treat me as though I were made of glass," Regina murmured against Emma's lips.

Emma held her closely, gently, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

"You are the most precious thing in the world to me, Regina. I almost lost you today. If we hadn't worked it out-"

"But we did," Regina interrupted, reaching up to cup her cheek.

"I know. You really scared me today though."

Regina's heart broke at just how devastated Emma looked and sounded.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry I didn't speak to you. I should have spoken to you instead of jumping to conclusions."

"I get why you did. It did look damning, but… you also really scared me," Emma admitted softly. "I need you to talk to me next because this really scared me. I can't lose you."

"I promise you, I will. I'm right here, darling. I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know what I'd do without you. You're…" Emma paused, expression serious as she searched Regina's eyes. "You're my whole world. I can't do this without you. I don't want to do this without you. I'd never do anything to risk this relationship, to risk us. I never want you to doubt this, to doubt how I feel about you. There could never be anyone else."

"Show me," Regina implored. "Show me how you feel about me."

Emma leaned forward and kissed her softly, pressing their lips together, hands resting on Regina's hips. She poured everything she felt into the kiss, needing Regina to understand just how much she loved her, how much she cared for her. She desperately wanted to show her, and Regina must have understood, because when they pulled apart, she immediately began nodding.

"Make love to me, Emma."

Regina knew they needed this. They both did. They needed to hold one another, to feel naked flesh against naked flesh. They needed to reconnect after such an emotional day, and Regina needed to feel Emma inside of her.

Emma nodded in agreement, removing her shirt and leaning forward to kiss her lover once again. Her hands roamed up and down Regina's naked sides, fingers coming up to carefully unsnap and then remove her bra, eyes moving down to take in the now bared flesh before her.

"God, you're gorgeous."

"Touch me, Emma. I need you."

"Okay, baby. Come on."

Emma led the way to their bed, stopping at the foot of it. She leaned forward and kissed Regina languidly before pressing her lips along her jaw, her throat, and down her sternum to her breasts. She held them carefully in her hands, tongue laving over sensitive nipples and reveling in the gasps from above.

"Fuck, Emma."

Emma held both soft globes in her hands, testing their weight, squeezing gently. She kissed, licked, and nipped until Regina was panting, fingers coiled tight in Emma's hair. Satisfied that she'd worshipped them enough (for now), Emma slowly made her way down, kissing along Regina's rounded belly until she was on her knees. She slowly guided Regina's pants down, smiling when she felt hands land on her shoulders, Regina using them to steady herself as she lifted one foot out of her pants and then the other.

Regina, watching the way Emma undressed her so reverently, so carefully, it tugged at her heart. The way that she loved this woman…

"Darling?" Regina said quietly, threading her fingers through Emma's blond locks.

"Hmm?"

Regina waited until Emma was looking up at her, ensuring their gazes connected.

"I adore you more than anything in the world. You do know that, don't you?"

"I know, baby."

Regina hesitated, Emma's expression twisting with concern.

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry I doubted you today. I-" Regina swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have."

Emma immediately stood, wrapping her arms around Regina's shoulders and pulling her close.

"It was a mistake."

Regina nodded eagerly.

"A terrible mistake, Emma. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry too, baby. Miscommunications happen, but we need to trust each other. You need to trust me and trust that I adore you, Regina. That this is it for me, that you are it. I don't want anyone else."

Emma pulled back, just enough to look into Regina's eyes.

"I love you, Regina. Only you."

Regina closed her eyes, tears spilling onto her cheeks.

"And I you, Emma." Regina's eyes fluttered open, immediately catching Emma's gaze. "I'm so afraid you'll leave me. That one day you'll look at me and realise you could never be with someone like me."

"Someone like you?"

"Someone who has done such horrific things, who has hurt so many. I was your parents' arch nemesis for decades. You are their child. You're a child of light. I am nothing but darkness. You're kind and pure and loving. I am… Gods, Emma. I am not. How could you possibly love someone like me?"

"I do, Regina. It's as simple as that. I love you. I don't see you the way you see yourself. I see someone incredibly kind and loving and funny. I see the woman I love. The mother of my children. I see an insanely strong and capable woman. You're so smart and witty and you always know exactly what to do when shit hits the fan in this town. You're like the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I mean that."

Regina shook her head.

"It's difficult for me to see myself the way that you see me."

"I know. Maybe… maybe you need to work on loving yourself. If you don't believe I could ever love you, then you'll never trust me when I tell you that I do. Not completely, anyway."

Regina looked at her, searching her eyes.

"Why are you so insightful?"

A grin formed on Emma's face. She leaned forward and kissed her cheek, nuzzling her skin for a second before pulling away.

"Lots of therapy, baby. I… Dr. Anderson and I only have sporadic sessions now, and I think, honestly, that they're going to end soon. But maybe I can see if he'd be open to talking to you? If you wanted to. He's helped me a lot. I think he could help you too."

Regina hesitated. She knew how much Emma's therapist had helped her. She could see it for herself just how much Emma had grown, how much more confident and secure she felt in herself since she'd started seeing him again. But, as much as she hated to admit it, Archie would likely be a better option.

"I believe Archie would be preferable. He knows my history, and I wouldn't have to censor my past the way I would with your Dr. Anderson."

Emma nodded. That was true.

"Okay, baby. You're right. Would you feel comfortable talking to Archie?"

Regina swallowed, wiping at her cheeks. She contemplated for a moment before ultimately nodding. She'd spoken to him in the past, and he had been discreet.

"Yes, I believe I would."

"Good," Emma responded, kissing Regina's temple.

Emma held Regina close, periodically kissing her cheek, before finally taking a step back.

"Do you want to lay down now? It's been a rough day. I could hold you for a while before we go to sleep?"

Regina hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.

"What is it?" Emma asked. She could tell that Regina was holding something back.

"I… I really wanted to have sex. I wanted to make love to you, Emma. But, if you don't-"

"Oh, no," Emma responded quickly. "I, uh, I do. I really do, but I wasn't sure if you still wanted to. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

"I've wanted you all day, Emma."

Emma hadn't stopped touching her ever since they'd left the loft, and Regina had felt like she was on slow burn for hours. She desperately wanted to feel Emma inside of her.

"Okay. Me too, sweetheart."

Emma quickly stripped the rest of her clothes and then reached for Regina's hips, guiding her underwear down and off. When they were both naked, Regina grinned at Emma.

"Get on the bed."

"Madame Mayor," Emma said, feigning surprise at Regina's bossy tone. "That's very forward of you."

"I'm about to become even more forward. Lay down. I'm going to suck you long and slow."

Emma felt her stomach clench at the words. As much as she wanted that, and God, did she ever want that, she had to make sure Regina was ready too. So, she opened her mouth to protest, a small squeak of shock falling from her lips when Regina pushed at her shoulder.

"You," Regina started, indicating to where Emma was still soft, "are not ready, my love. I, on the other hand, am dripping. You are forever taking care of my needs. Let me take care of yours, for once."

Emma paused for a second, contemplating.

"Can I make a counter offer?" she finally asked.

Regina raised an eyebrow, listening. She watched as Emma crawled onto the bed, lying flat on her back, and grinning at her from where she lay in the middle of their bed.

"I made you a seat, right here," Emma said, patting her mouth.

Regina licked her lips eagerly.

"Oh?"

Emma grinned. She could tell just by that one word that Regina was interested. She watched, belly tightening with excitement, as her lover crawled up the bed and straddled her hips. She groaned when she felt wet heat press against her lower abdomen, hands automatically finding purchase on Regina's hips.

"You're so wet."

"I did inform you that I was ready."

"You did," Emma acknowledged. "I think I should probably check anyway though."

Regina grinned.

"Should you?"

"Yes," Emma replied. "I take my job very seriously."

"And what job is that?"

"Making you come as hard as possible."

Regina chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Emma, moaning when their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing against one another.

"Fuck you feel good," Emma murmured, kissing Regina firmly before pulling away and patting her hip. "Get on top of me. I want to taste you so bad."

Regina complied, shifting on the mattress until she was straddling Emma's mouth.

"You'll tell me if I'm crushing you?"

"God, no. Crush me, baby."

"Emma."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll tell you. Fun killer."

"That is precisely the point. I am trying not to kill you."

"You always ruin my fun. What if I wanted to- Oh! Fuck."

Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her skull, head slamming back into her pillow when she felt Regina's warm mouth envelop her cock.

"Christ, Regina. Fuck, you feel so good."

Regina hummed in response, lips and tongue gliding along Emma's shaft, carefully teasing it. She shifted when she felt callused hands part her thighs, moaning deeply when she felt a strong tongue probe at her swollen folds. She was soaked, swollen, and when Emma took her time slowly licking and gently sucking, Regina grunted her disapproval.

"Patience, baby."

Before she could make a snarky comment, Emma finally lapped at her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through Regina's body and causing her hips to buck forward. Regina sucked Emma deeper into her mouth in response, tongue stroking along the underside of her cock, reveling in the moans and gasps she heard from beneath her.

Regina leaned forward on her left arm, right hand coming up to grasp the base of Emma's length. She held it steady as she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head of Emma's cock on every up stroke. She licked and sucked it to hardness, taking immense satisfaction at how quickly her lover's body responded to her. It was hard to focus given the unbelievably pleasurable things Emma was doing between her legs, her incredibly talented tongue licking and sucking, probing and laving over every single inch of her sex. Her pussy ached to be filled, but Regina refused to entertain the thought, keeping her attention on the cock stretching her lips, working it further and further into her mouth until it nudged the back of her throat.

Regina pulled back just enough to breathe deeply through her nose and then pressed forward again, relaxing her jaw, and slowly, carefully slid Emma's hardness down her throat. She grinned internally when she felt Emma's touches falter, a deep groan reverberating around the room as Regina swallowed. She held the motion for a second, pausing mid swallow so that the muscles of her throat caressed the head of Emma's cock. She bobbed her head up and down, focusing on staying calm as she held her breath, loving the way Emma's fingers gripped her thighs tight as she pleasured her dick. She could feel drool slip past her lips, so she brought her right hand up to coat her fingers, using it as lubricant as she jerked the base of Emma's cock with her hand, using the momentum to push her length further down her throat.

"Fuck. Fuck, Regina. Oh, God, baby. Fuck that feels good."

Regina felt herself grow slicker with Emma's words, with her tone, sucking and swallowing, moaning as Emma gave fleeting licks to her clit, until she couldn't hold her breath anymore. She reluctantly relaxed her throat and pulled back, but she continued lapping at the tip of Emma's cock, panting as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Fuck, Regina. God, you are way too fucking good at that."

Regina grinned in satisfaction, but her expression quickly shifted to one of pure pleasure when Emma suddenly tilted her head and dove her tongue deep in her cunt.

"Oh! Emma. Emma, darling. Oh-"

Regina's hips bucked against Emma's mouth, eyes squeezing shut in delight as a talented tongue moved to her clit and began to lick and swipe over it. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body, and she could feel her body preparing to orgasm.

"Emma, I- oh, Gods. I think I'm going to come."

Regina moved forward and took Emma's cock in her mouth again, thighs shaking as she felt Emma's lips wrap around her clit and suck. Regina whimpered in pleasure, bobbing her head on Emma's hardness, trying hard to focus (but failing miserably) as she was brought to her first peak.

Emma groaned in relief when Regina let go of her cock in order to shout her release, better able to concentrate now that she wasn't distracted by the feel of Regina's soft, warm mouth on her dick. She lashed her tongue repeatedly at Regina's throbbing clit, holding her hips steady as she laved the swollen bundle of nerves over and over again. When Regina began to come down, Emma wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked hard again, relishing the sharp cry that it pulled from Regina's lips. She quickly brought her to a second peak, grinning to herself when Regina pulled away from her mouth when she attempted to bring her to a third.

"Too much," Regina panted, groaning into her thigh.

Regina flopped onto her side, taking a moment to catch her breath. She kept her eyes closed, panting heavily as she tried to calm down, but it was to no avail. Her belly stirred with arousal the second she felt Emma's mouth licking and sucking at her knee.

"Gods, the way my body responds to you, Emma."

"I love it."

"I want you inside of me, darling. Please."

Emma, unable to resist her lover's request, nodded against her leg.

"Okay, baby. Are you ready now? Do you need a minute?"

"No. Now, my love. Help me get up?" Regina asked, reaching out her hand.

Emma quickly got up onto her knees, taking Regina's hand and helping her to sit up. She then carefully guided her down onto her back, hovering above her. Their gazes met, the women instantly smiling at one another.

"Hey," Emma whispered, kissing Regina's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Now please, inside."

"How do you want-"

Emma cut herself off, watching as Regina shifted onto her right side, her left knee sliding forward towards her belly.

"Will you pass me a pillow?"

Emma leaned over and grabbed her own pillow, helping Regina guide it under her hovering knee.

"Okay?"

Regina shifted, adjusting, before ultimately nodding.

"Perfect."

"Good."

Emma moved then, straddling Regina's right thigh, hands coming to rest on her left hip. She looked down at Regina as she looked up at her, their eyes connecting.

"Inside, darling. I'm ready."

Emma leaned forward and kissed her once first before settling back on her knees. She watched Regina's face carefully as she brought her cock forward, guiding it to her entrance. She slowly glided it along her wet slit, coating it, soaking it, before finally, finally bringing it to where they both wanted it most. Their eyes remained locked as Emma slowly, carefully pushed in, Emma's stomach clenching hard when Regina clutched the pillow beneath her head and cried out in pleasure.

"God, you feel so fucking good, Regina," Emma moaned, all thoughts melting away as hot, wet heat enveloped her throbbing cock.

Regina whimpered in response, unable to formulate thoughts. Emma felt incredible inside of her, and all she could do was rock her hips, looking up at the woman she loved. She felt her pussy throb, clench, wetness dripping from between her legs as she watched the expression of pure arousal on Emma's face.

Regina moaned loudly, nipples rock hard as she basked in the feeling that was Emma filling her, fucking her, looking at her like she hung the stars and the moon. The look of pure adoration on Emma's face made Regina want, made pussy ache with a need that only Emma could satisfy.

They moved slowly, languidly, taking their time to simply feel one another. Emma stopped frequently to lean forward so that they could kiss, fingers trailing over every inch of Regina's skin as she moved inside of her.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Regina," Emma murmured as she pulled out nearly all the way out, stopping just shy of it before pushing back in slowly, watching as Regina's eyebrows tightened in pleasure.

Emma reached down and gently began rubbing circles on Regina's clit, leaning forward again to kiss her arm, the soft swell of her belly, her ribs, her breast. Emma then straightened back onto her knees, stomach warming when brown eyes drifted her way.

"I love you so much, baby."

Regina nodded, moaning when Emma gave a long, slow pump of her hips.

"Lo-" Regina's breath hitched when Emma pulled out and then pushed back in again, "Love you, darling. So much. You feel incredible."

"There's only you for me, Regina," Emma said gently, stroking Regina's hip as she continued their unhurried pace. "Only you. You're the only one I think about. You're the only one I want."

Regina cried out when Emma lightly pinched her clit and hit her front wall with her cock, wetness gushing between her legs. She felt it seep down her thigh and pool beneath her, but Emma seemed entirely unfazed, continuing to fuck her slowly, murmuring to her that she was beautiful, that she was sexy, that she loved her. The sound of Emma's voice, couples with the noise of their lovemaking, made Regina feel unbelievably desperate. She needed to come.

"Please, Emma," Regina begged. "More."

Emma, unable to deny her anything, increased her pace, keeping one hand on Regina's hip, gently stroking her skin as she watched her.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Regina. Look at you, look at how beautiful you are. You're so fucking sexy. Are you going to come for me?"

"Yes. Yes. For you, Emma. Oh, I needed this so badly. Gods, I love when you touch me. Never stop, please. Never sto-ah!"

Regina looked up at Emma as she came, only closing her eyes at the very last second when she toppled over the edge and was no longer able to keep them open. She hummed with delight as Emma kept going, kept fucking her, her face turning into her pillow as she practically sobbed with delight at how perfect Emma felt inside of her, on top of her, against her, all around her. Her final orgasm hit her just before Emma finished, prolonged by the feeling of Emma's length hardening just that little bit more before she spilled inside of her.

When the women finally collapsed in a heap of limbs, sweat, and wet, Emma laid soft kisses over every inch of skin she could reach as she spooned Regina from behind. She held her close, held her tight, needing the connection to the other woman. They lay calmly, quietly, basking in the afterglow of their love making, fingers roaming and lips pressing to any inch of skin they could access. It was only after their breathing had returned to normal, both women feeling incredibly at peace, that Emma finally spoke.

"I love you so much, sweetheart. So much. Thank you for hearing me out today and for believing me when I explained what happened. I mean it… I only want you."

Regina brought Emma's hand up to her lips, kissing her knuckles softly.

"Thank you for being patient with me, Emma. I know- I realise it's been trying, that I've been more emotional and I haven't been very fair to you. I'm sorry for accusing you the way that I did. I should have known, and yet… I made a horrific error. I feel, sometimes, that I don't deserve you or your kindness."

Emma snuggled in even closer, wrapping a protective arm over Regina's middle.

"You were trying to be thoughtful," Regina continued, before Emma could respond. "You were being thoughtful. I've never received such a wonderful gift, outside of the two children you've given me. You've no idea how thankful I am for you, Emma Swan."

Emma shifted up until she was yet again hovering above Regina, who twisted so that she could look her in the eyes. They held each other's gaze for a long moment before Emma leaned down, pouring everything she felt for Regina into their kiss. By the time they pulled away, tears had fallen down the sides of Regina's face, Emma reaching out and gently swiping them away, smiling down gently at her.

"There's no one else in this entire world I'd want raising my children, and no one else I'd wanna love for the rest of my life. I was just drifting before you, Regina. And then I found you and now I finally feel like I belong," Emma murmured, reaching out and tracing Regina's cheek. "You have no idea what that means to me after a lifetime of being lost. I'll never do anything to jeopardise that, I swear to you."

Regina pulled her back down for another kiss, more tears falling down her cheeks.

"I love you, Emma."

"I love you so much, Regina."

Emma settled back into position, snuggling into until they were pressed together from head to foot. She held Regina close, both women drifting off into a peaceful sleep.