"Where is my darling sister?!"

Emma immediately shot off of the couch, running to the entrance and throwing up a silencing spell between the first and second floor of the house.

"Regiiiiiiiiiiina!"

"Shut up!" Emma snapped, her annoyance shooting through the roof. "She's sleeping. Jesus, Zelena. It's called knocking."

"It's half one. Why is she sleeping? Is she ill?" Zelena asked, recoiling at the possibility.

"No. She's exhausted. She's busy growing my kid and she's not sleeping well at night. If you woke her, I swear to God."

Zelena paused, listening.

"It doesn't appear that I have." Zelena then looked at her brooding (hopefully one day) sister-in-law. "You're in a foul mood."

"Well, I wasn't five minutes ago. You know, before my girlfriend's sister came screeching through my house like a bat out of hell."

"I do not screech."

"You were screeching."

"When will you be proposing to my sister?" Zelena asked, nearly giving Emma whiplash at the change of subject. "You've already moved into her home. She's now with child, which is all your fault. Why haven't you proposed?"

"Go for the jugular, why don't you?" Emma mumbled, rubbing her forehead as she headed back to the living room.

"Well?" Zelena prompted, joining Emma on the couch. "You've yet to answer my question."

"Because it's none of your business."

"She's my sister. Of course it's my business."

Emma simply stared at her.

"You're besotted. You've eyes for no one else. And she's gone on you as well. What daft reason have you for not proposing?"

Emma looked at her, confused. Zelena sighed in exasperation.

"You bloody Americans. She's in love with you, you idiot. I've no idea why. You've yet to master the English language."

"Hey! It's not my fault your people made up words and now no one can understand you. If you just spoke properly-"

"The language originates in my country. It's you lot that don't speak properly. 'Very' this and 'very' that. It's called a thesaurus. Enrich your vocabulary!"

Emma couldn't help it, she laughed.

"You're insane."

Zelena grinned.

"Now. About your proposal to my sister-"

"Zelena," Emma said warningly. "We're not going there."

"Why not?" Zelena pouted.

Emma looked at her carefully.

"Why do you even care about this?"

"She's my sister. Of course I care!"

"I don't mean it like that. I know you care about her. But like, why this?"

"Because she deserves to be married to the woman she loves."

Emma stared for a minute.

"Mulan's done a number on you."

Zelena rolled her eyes.

"Do you not wish to marry her? If you've no intention of marrying her-"

"Zelena, stop. I'm not going to push her into something she doesn't want. She's been forced to marry before. I won't do that to her again," Emma said firmly. "I will not force her to marry me."

"Who said anything about forcing her? Have you spoken to her about it?"

Emma didn't respond and Zelena, for once, stayed blessedly quiet.

"We've talked about what marriage was like for her," Emma finally said. "She doesn't want it again."

"You're certain?"

"Yeah," Emma said, a twinge of regret settling in her belly. She had accepted it, but it still made her a little sad. "Don't get me wrong, I'd marry her in a heartbeat if she wanted it. But only if she wanted it."

"And you believe she doesn't?"

"I know she doesn't. Marriage for her is like being locked in a cage. She said so herself. I'm not gonna lock her in a cage, Zelena."

Zelena looked at her like she was an idiot, but Emma was used to that.

"What?"

Zelena shrugged.

"It's your life. However, if you'd like some advice? Speak to her again. I believe my sister's answer would surprise you."

Zelena's words would not stop playing in her head. Emma had no idea what had gotten into the redhead, why she suddenly seemed to be capable of having a rational conversation (maybe this was a glimpse into what Mulan meant about Zelena being so different at home), but her words were playing like a broken record in Emma's mind.

Emma was distracted the entire visit, sitting back quietly and drifting in and out as Regina and Zelena chatted, and then zoning out entirely when Mulan finally arrived with Robyn. Even when Henry joined them and began verbally sparring with her, Emma gave half-hearted responses. She couldn't let go of the hope that maybe what Zelena said was true. Maybe Regina would be open to marrying her. The possibility consumed her, and so her thoughts raced, excited that maybe, maybe it could happen. That maybe Zelena was right.

But… Was she though? Or was it wishful thinking?

Regina had told Emma repeatedly that so many things were different with her, that their relationship was unlike any other Regina had been in. For one, Regina said that she felt safe in this relationship. That she felt loved and cherished. That now that they were together, Regina no longer felt alone.

Emma knew that feeling well. She knew what it was like to truly be alone, and even though she'd found her family, she'd found her parents, it was Regina who made her feel safe, who made her feel understood. It was with Regina that she shared a connection. It was her love and support that made Emma feel strong and capable and confident. She felt like she could do anything now that she had Regina by her side. And as Emma's eyes strayed yet again to the woman in question, watching her laugh with her sister, subconsciously rubbing her belly as she'd been doing more and more lately, Emma couldn't help but wonder. If Regina felt those same emotions, that same love and safety and support that Emma felt, would Regina truly hate marriage to Emma? Or would she… would she feel differently this time?

Emma's thoughts looped in her mind all evening, keeping her silent, distracted, only occasionally tuning into the conversation the others were having in order to keep up appearances. Emma hadn't noticed how far into her own head she'd gotten, but Regina certainly had. And after Zelena, Mulan, and Robyn left, Regina follow Emma up into their en-suite bathroom, determined to get some answers out of her unusually quiet lover.

"So," Regina started, finally confronting the woman who'd been far too reserved this evening. "Will you tell me what you've been thinking about so seriously?"

"What?"

"You've been distracted all evening, darling."

"Have I?" Emma asked guiltily, splashing water on her face and scrubbing it clean. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Regina soothed, tugging Emma into her arms. "Tell me what's been on your mind."

Emma hesitated, causing Regina to frown.

"Emma?" she asked, worried. "What is it?"

"Maybe we should move to the bedroom."

"Emma, you will tell me what it is right this instant."

Emma could hear the panic in Regina's voice, so she nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I- it's something your sister said. But I'm scared to talk about it because I don't want to pressure you. But it's been on my mind. I'm just trying to work through it."

"What did she say?"

Emma bit her lip.

"She asked me why I won't marry you."

Regina blinked a few times.

"What?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I just-"

"What was your response?"

"What?"

"Well? What did you tell her? Why won't you marry me?"

Emma frowned, searching Regina's eyes.

"You don't want that."

"When did I ever state that I did not want to marry you, Emma?"

"When we talked," Emma replied, eyebrows furrowing as she leaned back against the counter, confused. "You don't want to get married. We've talked about it."

"When did I say I wouldn't want to marry you?" Regina repeated.

"When- when we talked about marriage. You said you felt trapped being a wife. You said you didn't want to do that again."

"His wife. I felt trapped by him and I never, ever want to revisit that experience ever again. I never said anything about you."

"I…" Emma trailed off, searching Regina's eyes. "I thought-"

Emma paused. Then, hesitantly, she asked, "Are you saying you'd want to marry me?"

"I've thought about it," Regina admitted.

Emma needed to sit down.

"Really?" Emma asked, flabbergasted. "Regina, I never asked cause I didn't… I never thought you'd want to ever get married again."

"Nor did I. You've changed my opinion on a lot of things, Emma." Regina, seeing just how white Emma appeared, reached out and cupped her cheek. "Are you alright, darling?"

"I just- I can't believe it. I never thought you'd want to. I never entertained it, not seriously anyway… The possibility that you might…" Emma looked at her carefully. "So, you're saying you'd be open to it, one day, with me?"

"I'm saying that if you asked me," Regina replied, " I'd say yes."

Emma stared at her for several long seconds, absolutely floored by the information, before she suddenly shot forward and tugged Regina into an embrace.

"Really?" Emma asked into her hair. "You'd seriously say yes?"

"I've thought about it a lot," Regina confessed, stroking her fingers through Emma's hair. "I didn't always feel this way. It's taken much contemplation. But I've come to the conclusion that… as long as you continued to treat me as you do now, and not as a piece of your property as soon as the papers were signed, then yes. I would… I believe I would like being married to you. In fact, I'm quite confident I would love to be married to you, Emma."

Regina knew what it would mean to Emma to be married, to have it be real and legal and official. Emma had never been adopted, had never had a legal document saying this is your family, this is your home, this is where you belong. And Regina knew that a marriage contract would do just that, it would provide Emma with the legal document, clearly written in black ink on white paper, that she belonged somewhere, clear, and official, and indisputable. Regina knew how desperately Emma longed for that, how much she'd love to be married. And the fact that Emma was willing to give that up, that she was willing to forego something she wanted so desperately, solely because she knew how harrowing Regina's first marriage had been… it had made Regina think.

Before Emma, Regina had never considered broaching the subject she had long ago dismissed as ever again being a possibility for her. Regina had never wanted to be married again, ever. But then… Emma had happened. And she'd made Regina think. She'd made her reconsider. Because Emma cared for her so deeply, Emma was willing to do anything for her, including give up something she wanted so desperately. She loved and respected Regina enough to sacrifice something that she wanted so completely. And that had struck a chord deep within Regina.

It had taken a lot of inner reflection and time, a lot of observing the way Emma treated her, a lot of trust. And those observations, that built connection, they had made her reconsider. And ultimately, it had made Regina realise that she actually wanted it. With Emma. But only with Emma.

However, there was something holding her back.

Regina struggled with something else, which was why she hadn't yet brought up this particular subject to Emma. Because, she was still working through something that bothered her immensely, something she had discovered about herself as she had been contemplating the idea of marrying Emma.

Regina realised that she had her own issues about marrying Emma, that had nothing to do with Emma herself. The biggest problem being…how she felt towards Emma being her wife. Her feelings were shameful and hypocritical and she had wanted to sort those out before she brought up the marriage conversation with Emma. She had hoped to have that talk some day in the future, after she'd worked through her own issues. However, it seemed they'd be having the talk now, much earlier than Regina had anticipated. But, there was no time like the present, Regina supposed.

Emma pulled back, searching Regina's eyes, inadvertently pulling the woman from her thoughts.

"I would never ever look at you like a possession, Regina. I respect you as your own person, as a fully independent human being. I could never own you, nor would I want to, even if I could. You'd never be my property, even if we ever did get married."

"I do know that, deep down," Regina replied. "It's why I'd feel comfortable with that taking step with you, Emma. No one has ever respected me or treated me the way that you do."

Emma reached up and cupped Regina's jaw, leaning forward and kissing her gently, her heart soaring. She pulled back slowly, meeting Regina's gaze.

"You know I'd be okay with never doing that, if there's even an ounce of hesitation on your end. I'm happy just being with you. We don't have to."

Regina nodded, leaning into Emma's palm.

"I know. But I'd like for you to have it, Emma. I know how much it would mean to you."

"I don't wanna do something that's just for me, Regina. If you don't want it too, then I wouldn't wanna do that."

As much as Emma would love to marry Regina, she'd never do it unless Regina wanted to as well. Which was why Emma had never really allowed herself to contemplate the thought beyond fantasy, because she truly never believed her girlfriend would ever want to.

"No, I…" Regina trailed off, and Emma immediately recognised her expression of guilt. "I've no hesitation when it comes to you and your intentions. I know you'd never think of me as a possession. And I- I would like to marry you for my own, selfish purposes as well. There are, however, a few things I need to work out first."

Emma looked at Regina, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, glancing away guiltily and breaking contact with her hand, Emma reached out and tucked her finger under her chin, guiding her head back to face her.

"What is it?" Emma asked, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

Regina shook her head.

"It's very wrong. I shouldn't-"

Emma could see Regina's eyes welling with tears, her eyebrows furrowing as she became more upset.

"Hey, it's okay, baby. Just talk to me."

Regina looked down, taking a half step back out of Emma's arms. This was the part that she struggled with when she thought about marrying Emma.

"You are not a possession, Emma."

"I know."

"I do not think of you as one, either," she said firmly.

"I know that too, baby."

When Regina didn't say anything further, yet still refused to look at her, Emma reached out for her hand.

"What's that got to do with anything?"

Regina looked off to the side, still not answering.

"Tell me what you're feeling," Emma urged, stroking the back of her hand with her thumb.

"Shame. I'm angry with myself."

"What? Why?"

Regina let out a shaky breath.

"Because one of the primary reasons I would like to be married to you is so that no one else could claim you. I'm struggling, quite a lot actually, with ridding myself of the thought."

"Okay…" Emma trailed off, confused. "I don't get it. No one can claim me now though because I'm with you. I don't understand how it's different."

"No one else could claim you, Emma," Regina said, emphasizing her point.

"You wanna claim me?"

Regina's eyes snapped up when she heard Emma's voice, shocked to hear what sounded like wonder. Like hope. Emma looked at her so longingly, and Regina could feel the knot of guilt and shame loosen slightly within her.

"Yes," she finally confessed.

Emma's heart soared. She took a step forward and wrapped Regina tight in her arms.

"I can't think of anything I'd like more," Emma admitted, eyes filled with tears. "I would love to be claimed by you."

When Regina stayed quiet, Emma tucked her head down, bringing her lips to her ear.

"I already secretly think of me as being yours," Emma confided. "I wanna be yours."

"You're not angry? Or disgusted?" Regina asked, her voice breaking a little. "It's incredibly hypocritical, Emma."

Regina had been so overwhelmed by her feelings, horrified by her own disgraceful hypocrisy. The shame burned deep whenever she thought too hard about this topic. She abhorred the idea of being owned by anyone, while also feeling unbelievably possessive over Emma. Her baser instincts told her that Emma was hers, while she simultaneously fought the very idea of the reverse being true. She would never tolerate Emma making such a statement about her, and it made Regina recoil that her mind looked at Emma in that way, as hers. Like she were an object. Like she were something to own.

Like Regina were him. And Emma were her.

No. Emma was not property to be owned by anyone. Regina knew what that was like, had lived it for herself, and she was disgusted and repulsed with herself, that she could look at and think of Emma like that, even remotely. Sometimes a small thought tried to creep out, to argue, to say that Emma would like it, would like Regina to take Emma and declare her as hers, but Regina always silenced that voice. It was self-serving. It couldn't be trusted. It had convinced Regina of many wrong things over the course of her life. She couldn't believe anything it said.

Regina shook her head.

"I've never been wanted by anyone," Emma cut in, inadvertently interrupting her thoughts. "All I ever wanted was for someone to want me. It… Sometimes, when I'm feeling really low and rejected, I make myself feel better by thinking that you want me. And that you'd never let anyone take me from you. Sometimes I… Sometimes I fantasize about what you'd do if anyone ever tried to take me from you," Emma buried her face in Regina's neck, her face flush with embarrassment. "It makes me feel better to pretend that you do feel like I'm yours and that nobody else can have me cause I'm already yours. That you… that you feel possessive over me and you wouldn't let anyone take me from you. Like the other day with Leroy… I really liked how protective you got of me. I wasn't lying when I said I liked it. I really liked it."

Emma went quiet for a moment, continuing after she'd taken a moment to swallow back her embarrassment, speaking no louder than a whisper.

"I want you to feel possessive over me. I want to be yours."

Emma's voice sounded so small that it ignited something primal within Regina, who pulled back just enough to see Emma's face. She held Emma's chin between her thumb and fingers as she looked deep into her eyes.

"You are very wanted, Emma. And that day in front of Granny's, I would have incinerated Leroy had he touched one hair on your head. And the fact is, no matter how hard I fight it, I do feel possessiveness over you. I have been trying to rid myself of it, but it's difficult. I've tried to push it away, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's of any use. I feel incredibly possessive over you."

"I don't want you to fight it. I-I like that you do feel possessive over me."

"You understand that I respect you as a person, Emma. And that you, in actuality, are owned by no one. Myself included. You are a free and independent person. You are not an object."

Emma nodded vehemently.

Regina took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, releasing what had been holding her back from accepting this side of herself. Emma had stated so herself, confirming what Regina's mind had been telling her for ages now. But Regina hadn't been able to trust that voice, trust that it was truly what Emma wanted. But hearing her now, hearing that this was what they both wanted, made Regina finally accept what she'd been fighting within herself.

"Then know this, Emma: you are mine and I would destroy anyone who tried to take you from me. The things you imagine in your fantasies, the lengths to which I would go to get you back… they but scratch the surface of what I would do. You've no idea how far I would go, how many I would destroy, the mountains I would move, if you were ever taken from me. I would go to great lengths to get you back. Nothing and no one will take you from me, Emma Swan. For you are mine."

Emma's tears spilled onto her cheeks. She surged forward and crushed their lips together, stomach clenching in happiness. She nodded into their kiss, elated.

"Yes. Yes, please," Emma mumbled against her lips. "I want to be yours."

Regina kissed her back firmly, holding tight to her chin and bicep. She kissed her, took possession of her mouth, diving her tongue inside and licking over every inch, taking control of their kiss and knocking down Emma's tongue when she tried to lead. Regina held her firmly, possessively, stomach dancing happily when Emma submitted. She kissed her until she felt Emma sway in place, finally pulling back and resting her forehead against Emma's while they both fought to catch their breath.

"No one else can have you, Emma Swan, because you belong to me."

Emma felt the happiness seep right into her soul. She wanted that desperately.

Later, when they were curled up in bed, Emma's entire body snuggled up against the length of Regina's back, her arm tucked protectively around Regina (who held on tightly to her hand), Emma sighed happily.

"This is what I want for the rest of my life, Regina."

Regina kissed Emma's knuckles affectionately.

"I feel the same way, darling."

"I… did you really… have you really been struggling this long with your feelings about me? About- about your possessive feelings towards me?"

Regina nodded slowly.

"Yes. It was the worst form of hypocrisy, Emma. That I would abhor the idea of you ever claiming me as your possession or as yours. I would never tolerate you looking at me as though I were anything but my own person. And yet-"

When Regina's voice broke, Emma squeezed her gently, kissing her shoulder.

"Unless… unless it's gonna fuck with your head to think that way about me, I don't want you to stop. I want you to- to want me, Regina. I want you to look at me like I'm yours. Like no one else can have me. I want you to think of me as yours. I want you to be possessive of me. I mean, within reason. I don't want you like controlling my life or anything, but I like thinking that you want me.

"I… no one's ever wanted me before, Regina. I-" Emma hesitated, her voice cracking a little. "I believe you that you love me. I believe you that you want me around. I can see it in the way you look at me and the things you do for me. I just… I wouldn't be opposed to someone finally- No. Not just someone. To you, showing me that you want me and that… that I'm yours."

Emma chewed her bottom lip.

"My therapist says my inner child is still healing. And you're a big part of that. Our family is a big part of that. This sense of belonging I have with you... It's something I've always wanted but never had before. That's- it's incredibly healing. But I- she… this broken part inside of me, that rejected little kid, she likes thinking that finally someone wants her. Wants me. I like thinking it too. And I don't need marriage for that," Emma's stomach clenched as she spoke the words. "I don't need it, but… I can't pretend like it wouldn't be nice for you to put on paper that I'm yours. I know it's not a guarantee. Divorce is a thing. But… but the idea that, legally, I finally am yours… And then to hear you say it? That I'm yours? There's nothing I want more, Regina. I like hearing you say it."

Emma buried her face in Regina's hair, grateful for the darkness of the room. She could feel her face was flushed.

When Emma stayed quiet, Regina squeezed her hand and spoke.

"I've been struggling for some time with my feelings towards this, Emma. For that is precisely how I feel about you. I have a very strong desire to make you mine. The desire is so strong in fact, that at times, it frightens me. It feels as though I shouldn't want it."

"Why?"

"Because I reject the opposite scenario so wholly."

"I do feel a little possessive of you," Emma admitted in a whisper.

"But not like this, Emma."

"Didn't you ever think that maybe I want you to feel possessive of me?" she asked softly.

Regina sighed softly before nodding.

"Yes. But, I couldn't trust myself to believe the thought that perhaps you would like it."

"Why?"

"Because I desired it so strongly. Whenever I want something that desperately… Let's just say such strong desires have led me to make terrible decisions in the past. I don't want to repeat such mistakes with you, Emma. My possessive feelings over you are quite strong. I couldn't trust my thoughts about how you would feel, I couldn't trust the thought that you would want it, because it's self-serving. Of course my thoughts would tell me that you wanted it because I wanted it so badly. I couldn't trust myself to be objective. So, I fought the very idea because it was so hypocritical. I refuse to allow you to feel that way about me, but then I should allow myself to feel that way about you? No. It wasn't right."

"Were you fighting it because you didn't want to be feeling that possessive over someone or were you fighting it because you thought you were protecting me?"

"I felt I was disrespecting you," Regina admitted. "You're not an object. You can possess an object, but not a person."

"Baby, you've never once treated me like an object. You've always given me a choice when it comes to… well, anything. Not just sex, but literally anything. If I told you tomorrow that I wanted to repaint the living room green-"

"I would incinerate you on the spot, Emma Swan."

Emma giggled against her shoulder.

"Bad example. Okay, if I told you tomorrow that I wanted to chop off all of my hair or I wanted to trade in the bug or I don't know, I wanted to switch jobs, you'd let me. Maybe you wouldn't be happy, especially about my hair," Emma grinned when Regina nodded emphatically, "But the point is, you wouldn't stop me."

"I wouldn't," Regina confirmed.

"Exactly. And I know you wouldn't because I know you respect me and my choices. You're not him, Regina. You could never be him. And I'm not you, either. Our pasts are different, baby. I've been rejected and ignored and I was returned regularly. I bounced around from place to place because nobody wanted me. The idea that you want me… I really want everything that entails. If you let me, Regina, I would marry you tomorrow. I'd change my name immediately. I'd tell the whole fucking world that I'm yours."

"You would change your name?"

"I want to be yours, Regina. That includes taking your name."

Regina immediately yanked on Emma's arm until the woman lay facing her. Regina then wrapped her hand around the back of Emma's neck and pulled her forward, taking possession of her mouth. She plunged her tongue inside, roving over every inch, swallowing Emma's moans, emboldened by the woman's submission. She dominated their kiss, clutching tight to the back of Emma's neck and kissing her until she was lightheaded, resting her forehead against Emma's as they both panted.

"Like that idea, do you?" Emma teased.

Regina, whose libido had roared to life knowing that Emma wanted to be hers, wanted to take her name, wanted wanted wanted, simply shifted on the bed until she was straddling Emma's lap. She leaned forward again, pressing their lips together, rocking against Emma's hips until she felt the woman stir.

"Fuck me, Emma. I want you inside of me."

Emma, wholly surprised by the turn of events, pulled back to look into Regina's eyes. She could just barely see them, but her desire was evident even through the darkened room.

Regina, seeing Emma's hesitance (which Regina understood, her sudden libido had surprised her as well), grabbed her hand and pressed it between her legs. Even through her pyjama pants, she knew that she was soaked.

"Holy fuck."

"Do you feel what you do to me, Emma?" Regina asked, still rocking.

Emma was now half-hard, and Regina was feeling more and more desperate by the second. She magicked away their clothing, moaning with delight when Emma's fingers found her clit.

"Help me, Emma. Use the spell. I want to ride you."

Emma could hear the desperation in Regina's voice, so she did as she was told. She quickly enveloped Regina with her magic, allowing the woman to feel lighter, groaning when Regina grabbed her cock and brought it to her entrance.

Emma bit her lip, chewing it softly, debating the words floating in her head.

"What is it?" Regina panted, immediately stopping when she saw Emma's expression.

"That's yours," Emma offered softly, hesitantly.

She wasn't sure how the words would be taken, given that they'd never broached this subject before.

"What?"

Emma reached between their bodies, enveloping Regina's hand with her own. She rocked her hips forward once, holding Regina's gaze as her hardness moved in her hand.

"This. It's yours."

Emma swallowed, waiting, watching as Regina's expression morphed from confusion to hesitance.

"It's yours, Regina," Emma repeated, encouraged by the way Regina was staring so intensely at her. "I want to be yours. I want all of me to be yours. I'm yours."

Something within Regina snapped. She immediately darted forward, crushing her lips to Emma's, biting her lip, teeth mashing against her mouth. It felt like her body was lit aflame when Emma spoke those words, and when she nudged Emma to her entrance, she sunk down without a thread of resistance.

Regina gasped loudly when Emma filled her, pulling back and looking deep in her eyes.

"Mine."

Emma nodded eagerly.

"Yours, Regina. All yours."

Regina moaned as she began rocking, hands grabbing firmly to Emma's shoulders as she looked down into her eyes. She bucked her hips, watching as the pleasure rolled over Emma's face, stomach clenching at the knowledge that she was making her lover feel this good.

"This is mine," Regina grunted, dropping her hips down hard on Emma's throbbing cock, warmth flooding her when Emma nodded in agreement.

"Yours, Regina."

"Gods, Emma," Regina panted. "Had I known-"

Regina cried out when Emma's fingers found her clit again, rubbing circles against it. She rocked forward, holding Emma's gaze as she bucked her hips, Emma's hardness stroking her walls in a way that made her dizzy.

"All of me is yours, Regina. No one else's."

A shiver ran up Regina's spine at Emma's words, a flood of wetness spilling from between her legs. Regina stared at Emma, her rhythm faltering for a moment as she began thinking.

"Emma," she said softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek tenderly, "I want no one else, you do know that?"

Emma smiled softly, confidently.

"I do."

"I only want to be with you."

"I know that too."

Emma tugged her down for a gentle kiss, stroking Regina's arm with her thumb.

"I belong to no one," Regina said finally, pulling away from their kiss, "but… I am yours as well, Emma, in a way. My heart is yours."

Regina wasn't sure she'd ever seen a smile quite so bright on Emma's lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Emma."

"What about this orgasm?" Emma teased, pumping her hips and stroking Regina's clit. "This mine too?"

Regina narrowed her eyes playfully, though it was difficult given that all she wanted to do was scream with pleasure.

"If you can make it happen," Regina challenged, clenching her walls as she matched Emma's rhythm, delighting in the way her lover's hips faltered when she squeezed her tight. "Perhaps I'll take ownership of your orgasm first."

"Like hell," Emma countered, grin on her face.

Emma closed her eyes and concentrated, magic flowing through her fingertips until it reached Regina's clit. Her eyes opened immediately upon hearing her lover cry out, Emma's libido skyrocketing at the unadulterated pleasure on her lover's face.

"That's-" Regina began, voice hitching when Emma bucked into her, sending waves of pleasure between her legs, "That's cheating."

"All's fair in love and orgasms, Regina."

Regina's giggle turned into a long moan when Emma gripped her hip and began fucking her with purpose.

"I want you to come, Regina."

Regina looked down at Emma, holding her gaze.

"Come with me," she panted, reaching up to grab her breasts.

"Fuck, you're so hot."

"Emma," Regina whined, pleading.

"Okay. Okay. Give me a second, baby. How close are you?"

"Close," she whimpered.

"Fuck," Emma groaned, the sight of Regina so wanton, grabbing her breasts, biting her lip, brows furrowed as she concentrated. It was too much.

"Emma. Emma, please. I'm going to-"

Emma groaned loudly when Regina's walls began spasming, clenching her. She forced her eyes to remain open, watching as Regina's expression contorted, almost as though she were in pain, her mouth dropping open as she rode her length.

"Yours, baby. I'm yours. This cock is all yours. Ride me, baby. Ride what's yours."

Regina cried out again, squeezing her nipples tight as Emma's words sparked her arousal even further, wetness dripping from between her legs.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, Regina. Fuck, I'm going to come."

Regina nodded eagerly, eyes fluttering open, lips parted as she watched Emma chase her orgasm. She moaned when she felt Emma harden just a split second before she cried out, spilling deep inside of her.

"That's it, darling. Come for me."

Emma groaned loudly, gripping Regina's hips as she emptied herself. Regina watched as the pleasure shone in Emma's eyes, grinning in satisfaction. She then leaned forward, bringing her lips to Emma's ear.

"You are the only one who is allowed to come inside of me, Emma."

Emma groaned again.

"Fuck," she panted, turning her head to kiss Regina's cheek. "You kill me, baby."

Regina chuckled, pulling back and stroking Emma's face.

"I love you beyond all reason, Emma Swan."

Emma smiled softly at Regina, stroking her hip.

"Can't wait for the day our last names match, Regina Mills."

Warmth flooded Regina's belly, her smile matching Emma's.

"Neither can I, darling. Neither can I."