I don't own these characters. I don't own the song Last Time.

A/N: this is an AU set in a modern version of the Enchanted Forest, aka Misthaven. It started out as a one-shot based on a Trey Songz's song, called Last Time. It's grown since, taking on a life of its own, and barely has any connection to the song after the first couple of chapters. I hope you enjoy.

Also, this story is unbeta'ed and it will earn its rating right from the very beginning.

Making a Life

1: Familiar

No matter how many times they had done this, each time she pulled up to some place new, butterflies sprouted to life in Regina's stomach. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the hotel from her car. It was a grand place, like many hotels in this part of Misthaven, the capital city of the Enchanted Forest. Her heart thumped heavy as she wondered if she had been to this hotel before.

"She wouldn't…" Regina shook her head. No, it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her, as it often did.

She was trying to talk herself out of this, scare herself out of this as usual. But, she had yet to talk herself out of it. She knew this would not be the first time. So, she put the car in gear and went to find parking. She made sure to check the street signs. She could not chance getting a ticket, having a record that she was here, even though she doubted anyone would make the connection. Still, she could not chance it. She also could not use a parking garage, as they had cameras.

The walk seemed to take forever and she felt ridiculous making the trek in her heels, but it was a necessary evil. She kept a moderate pace, not wanting to work up a sweat, but also not wanting to be on the street for longer than necessary. The last thing she needed was for someone to recognize her, or worse for her to run into someone she knew. She had a story all worked out for why she was in the city, but she would rather not go through it.

Crossing the threshold into the hotel made Regina breathe a sigh of relief, even though the knot in her stomach remained. Glancing around the grand lobby with its bright lights, expensive fountains, and columns, she assured herself it did not look familiar. The way the twist in her stomach tightened, she clearly did not buy it. Every hotel lobby looks the same. It's fine. It's fine. Her throat tightened and burned slightly, like acid was so slowly bubbling up from her gut. She rushed to the elevators, heels clicking on the marble floor. It sounded like thunder and she was certain all eyes were on her. It's nonsense. No one is looking. No one is looking.

Still, she finally felt slightly better once she was alone in the elevator. At least she could breathe now. She kept her head down as the elevator came to her floor. Knowing there were cameras in the hall, she kept her down, especially as she got to the room. Knocking, she was practically yanked into the room. As soon as the door was closed, warm lips were upon hers, easing the knot in her stomach while stealing the breath from her lungs. Her eyes slid shut as a gentle hand caressed her cheek, quickly replacing most of her anxiety with subtle, calming delight.

"It's only been an hour, but I missed you," Emma breathed against her lips, breaking the kiss.

"I find that hard to believe," Regina answered, eyes half open and a slight smirk in place. She needed to try to save face, even though she craved Emma Swan. She would never understand why, but since her first taste of this woman, she had wanted more. Always more.

Green eyes brightened as Emma smirked right back. "Oh, you know you feel the same way. You probably sat in your car just thinking about me for the hour." She caressed Regina's side.

Even through her clothing, Emma's touch sent little bolts through Regina. How does she have this effect on me? Regina doubted she would ever know the answer and, in a few short moments, she would not care to know. For now, though, she needed to keep Emma in her place.

Regina snorted. "Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Swan. You're not that important." She moved away from the door and looked around the room. Damn it. The knot was back in her stomach. This room looked familiar. She was sure of it. She had been here before and she feared it was not with Emma.

"Oh, yeah, says the woman who sat in a car for me for an hour," Emma remarked, smirk still playing on her lips. She put her arm around Regina and noticed her troubled expression. "What's wrong, ba—"

Regina gave her a murderous glare that stopped Emma's words before that terrible term of endearment made it out completely. Emma gave her a nervous grin. Regina's brow furrowed as she looked around the room again. Have I been here? She was not sure and she wracked her mind, trying to place the room design.

"I mean, are you all right? You look a little spooked," Emma said, rubbing Regina's shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, Regina shook her head. "No, no. I'm fine." This assurance was more for her than Emma. "Have we been here before?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't think so. I wanted to check it out with you. I've heard very good things and you deserve the best. So far, this place seems pretty classy." Nodding to herself, Emma looked around the room.

Regina forced out a chuckle as she looked around again. Every hotel room just looks the same to me. That's all. She had been in so many, after all, not just with Emma, but throughout her life. It was a suite with a den and a bedroom adjacent to it. The den area had a comfortable looking leather sofa against the wall with a matching armchair. There was a large television on the opposite wall. There was a bar by the bedroom doorway.

"So, I called for room service and got us dinner," Emma announced, rubbing her hands together.

Regina arched an eyebrow, not seeing a cart or tray anywhere. "Where?"

Emma grinned proudly. The expression was mostly in her eyes, as Emma's mouth seemed to be made for frowning more than anything else. Nonetheless, it was a bright expression that lit up her whole face whenever she thought she did something amazing. Sometimes Regina indulged her. Other times… well, she could not allow Emma to get too full of herself.

"This is the reason why I wanted to check this place out. Come." Emma took her by the hand and pulled her toward the window.

Regina sighed as if she was exhausted, but allowed herself to be led. Emma pulled open the curtains to reveal the window was actually a pair of glass French doors. They opened to a balcony, allowing them to see a view of the city. Waiting for them on the terrace was a table with dinner, wine, and a bouquet of flowers in the center of the small circular table.

"Please, have a seat, my lady," Emma said, pulling out Regina's chair. She took Regina's jacket from her shoulders as she eased into the seat. Emma hung the coat on the back of the chair as she pushed it in.

"This is lovely setup," Regina admitted before taking a look at what Emma ordered for her.

"That's salmon with brown sugar and something or other. It's supposed to be really good," Emma explained as she moved to sit in her chair.

Regina only offered another smile. Emma had certainly gone above and beyond this time, and this was before she even got to the wine. Emma had rather poor judgment in wine and tended to leave it up to whoever took her order to recommend something if Regina was not around. It was a hit-or-miss strategy, but Regina did not fault her on it. She never expected Emma to know what good wine was.

"I was tempted to order us burgers, but I figure we can do that when I visit Storybrooke," Emma suggested. Instead of a burger, she had a plate of linguine and shrimp with tomatoes. Regina made a mental note of the meal.

"You and Henry can get burgers," Regina corrected her. She did not eat hamburgers… with an audience anyway. Maybe in the privacy of her home with her son, and even that was rare.

"Oh, can we, Mom?" Emma asked with feigned excitement and rolled her eyes.

Regina glared at her. "Keep being smart like that and you'll be grounded."

There was an exaggerated gasp with wide eyes. "But, I had plans to get laid! You can't ground me… but, you can send me to my room." Emma wiggled her eyebrows.

"You're awful." Regina shook her head.

Emma shrugged. "You've called me worse."

"And I will again if you don't let me eat," Regina snapped and then she realized what she said. "And don't make some childish innuendo out of that."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Emma gave her that smile; the one that got her out of so much trouble it was ridiculous. What Regina could not understand was that she knew that damned smile and its purpose, yet it worked every time!

Regina decided to eat her food, if only to get out of having to verbally let Emma off the hook. "How's bounty hunting?" she eventually asked.

"It's not bounty hunting. You always say that. Were you born this annoying?" Emma teased while opening the wine. She poured Regina some.

"Were you?" Regina countered with an arched eyebrow.

Emma gave her an irksome smile. "Probably. My mother seemed to think so."

Regina shook her head. "Just tell me how work is or I might have to grill you about your attire for this so-called date." A teasing smirk settled on her lips as she sipped her wine.

Emma snorted. She had on her usual jeans and a plain blue shirt. Regina would generally say something about that, but whatever she could say had been said. Besides, she had done well with this room, the meal, and even the wine was halfway decent, so Regina could cut her some slack. For now, anyway.

Emma shoved some of her food in her mouth before answering, knowing it annoyed the hell out of Regina when she talked with food in her mouth. "It's been a bit slow, but I'm doing all right for myself. Last week, I tackled a guy that was about three hundred pounds down a flight of stairs. He mostly cushioned my fall. I don't get why a guy that big thought he could run. How about you? You terrorized the denizens of Storybrooke lately?" There was that irksome, amused twinkle in her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Regina sneered at the blond. "No, but the month is young and I do have access to Hell Hounds. Surely, I can use those."

Emma chuckled. "I could see you commanding Hell Hounds. Too bad they're extinct."

"Save it for your fantasies, Miss Swan."

Emma smirked. "Oh, it's there. It's tucked nicely in between a fantasy of you licking an ice cream cone and that extremely perverse way you eat anything with a spoon."

Regina arched an eyebrow as she pulled her fork from her lips. "Excuse me?"

"And if you keep eating that fish like that, I'll add anything you eat with a fork," Emma remarked. "How's Henry?"

"Fine, of course. You'd see if you'd come back to town more often," Regina commented. Her tone was even, so it did not sound like a suggestion or a shot at Emma. She took another bite of her dinner.

Emma made a face, twisting her nose up. "I'll be back soon enough."

"Just don't bring Henry any more dragons. He has no place to put them anymore."

"I'll just bring him tons of comics."

Regina did not argue. Henry adored comic books and Regina did not mind since they got him to read. He also enjoyed fantasy works, which also got him into history. He loved hearing about when the Enchanted Forest was truly enchanted. There were remnants of the old days still around, but they were history now. His favorite piece of history was dragons. Emma had helped him grow what had once been a rather small collection into something that would probably need its own room soon.

She and Emma continued speaking and eating, catching up on each other's days a bit. Once the meal was over, they left the food there. Regina went to the bedroom while Emma went to make sure she put the "do not disturb" sign out.

Regina stepped out of her heels. As soon as she was flat on the floor, Emma was upon her. Strong arms wrapped around her and Emma pressed against her back. She put one hand on Emma's arm around her while Emma's lips attached to Regina's neck, making her heart race with anticipation already. A light moan escaped Regina and she put her palm to Emma's cheek, caressing the surprisingly soft skin there. When Emma's lips left her neck, Regina turned her head and Emma moved onto her mouth. The angle was awkward and Emma moved, stepping in front of Regina without their lips parting. They barely separated when they needed air.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Emma whispered heatedly, her hand on Regina's hip.

"Just this?" Regina hissed as Emma nipped her earlobe, earning a deep groan from the blond.

"I'm always thinking about you. You know you've bewitched me. A love potion maybe?" Emma teased, handing scratching at Regina's abdomen, causing little jolts through the shorter woman.

"I wouldn't need a love potion on you. Not to mention, how would it look for the mayor of a town to use an illegal substance on a pseudo law enforcement agent?" Regina purred, knowing the sound drove Emma wild.

"Pseudo?" Emma chortled, fingers drumming against Regina's stomach. "I take offense to that. I think I'll take it out on your body."

A wicked smile curled onto Regina's face. "I'd like to see you try."

Emma gave a dark chuckle before diving back in and taking command of Regina's mouth. While Emma's tongue tried to dominate Regina's, Emma's fingers made quick work of the buttons on Regina's shirt. Once the shirt was open, Emma wasted no time running her fingers along Regina's skin, making her body tingle.

Regina tried her best not to moan, but it was very much impossible. Small noises escaped her as Emma caressed her. Each touch made Regina's body hunger for Emma all the more, which only made it harder and harder to suppress her moans. Emma's fingers wandered under her breasts, teasing the edges of her red satin bra, but going no further. Each touch made her blood hotter and she whined, silently imploring more. Emma ended their kiss, pulling away slightly.

"Down," Emma ordered, pushing Regina back to the bed.

"No," Regina growled. It would not do to let Emma think she was completely in charge. After all, she was probably already going to be insufferable after making Regina whine.

A golden eyebrow arched. "No?"

"You're not the boss of me, Miss Swan." The power would go to Emma's head if she were.

There was another throaty laugh and before Regina could figure out what Emma was up, the blond picked her up bridal style. Regina's arms automatically went around Emma's neck while Emma carried her onto the queen-sized bed. Kissing Regina again, Emma gently lowered her gently to the bed.

Regina kept her arms around Emma's neck, bringing Emma down with her. Emma's hands continued to blaze a trail across her wanting skin, causing small moans to escape Regina's mouth, only for them to be devoured by Emma. She clutched Emma's shoulders as her body burned for Emma's touch. Breaking the kiss, Regina pinned Emma with demanding eyes.

"Off." Regina tugged at Emma's shirt. She was tempted to rip it off. She could buy Emma a dozen more later… or buy her a dozen much better shirts.

"You're not the boss of me, Mayor of Storybrooke," Emma remarked with a smug look.

Regina pretended to think that over as she rolled a piece of Emma's shirt between her fingers. "No, I'm not, but you will have to eventually undress for things to continue."

The look on Emma's face was priceless, her mouth hanging open and her eyes bugged out, as she had no counter for this logic. So, instead of just admitting Regina had her, Emma attacked her neck, nipping at her flesh as if trying to devour and savor her at the same time. Emma was careful about leaving marks, but she had a thing for necks, or maybe just Regina's neck. Whichever the case, it made Regina's heart race, her blood hot, and other parts of her body melt.

"So good," Emma panted against her neck, blunt nails scratching at Regina's sides, feeling as much of her as she could.

Regina groaned in agreement and made herself busy by pulling up Emma's shirt until she had to take it off. Emma let loose a short whine and she pulled away to rid herself of her shirt. Not to mention, the tank top she had underneath it and her bra. Regina licked her lips as the sight of puckered rosy nipples and creamy breasts. Regina wanted them in her mouth now.

Regina sat up, planning to take a delicious gem in her mouth, but Emma halted her by reaching for her shirt to take it all the way off. She helped, shrugging out of the damned thing. Emma cupped her breasts through her bra before she could go back to what she was doing. Moaning, Regina arched into Emma's touch.

"These are awesome," Emma whispered before moving into kiss Regina's right breast. "The boobs that launched a thousand ships."

Regina groaned. "I really should start gagging you."

"But, you'd miss the things I do with my mouth." Emma outright bit the swell in her hand, drawing out a loud whimper from Regina.

Emma soothed the mark, lapping at it with her tongue. Regina held onto the back of Emma's head, running her fingers through fine, golden spun hair. Emma pulled back, eyes stuck on Regina's chest.

"Now, even though this is really nice…" Emma dragged her finger along Regina's bra cup and paused at the center of it. "I'd rather see what's under it." Green eyes looked up at Regina. "Front clasp? You naughty vixen." She popped it open.

"I really should—" Regina gasped and her words were lost as Emma latched onto her right nipple and sucked.

"What's that?" Emma inquired, keeping Regina's flesh between her teeth.

Regina growled and tugged at Emma's hair. "Just get on with it, Miss Swan."

Emma merely laughed as she brushed Regina's bra aside. Emma's tongue flicked and lapped before her lips closed around the gem in her grip. Regina mewed and stretched, trying to push more of her body into Emma's mouth. Emma's hand occupied the other, pinching and tugging, drawing noises from Regina. Emma knew how to get vocals from her that no other lover could possibly hope for.

Regina tried to make it a point to be reserved, never wanting to let lover think she could be controlled. But, Emma… just her name made Regina groan aloud. Her actions never failed to leave Regina almost embarrassingly slick and ready. This girl knew just what to do and how to do it. How can she do this to me? Regina doubted she would ever know and, again, in a few seconds she would not care.

"Fates…" Regina breathed, massaging Emma's scalp with the hope it would keep Emma just where she was.

Emma had other plans, though. Her lips moved from Regina's breasts down her chest to her stomach. One hand remained, toying with very willing cleavage while the other ran up and down Regina's side, blazing a trail of desire. Emma's tongue slid down to Regina's navel and circled it before dipping in.

"This is a very cute bellybutton. I wonder what you'd look like with a piercing," Emma grinned.

Regina did her best to glare at her, but from the way the blond was smiling, Regina knew she failed miserably. "Never."

"No, of course. Prime and proper Regina could never defile her body like that." Emma snickered and kissed Regina's navel.

Regina hissed, almost drowning out the sound of her zipper going down. Before she knew it, she was naked. Emma shed her own clothing faster than Regina would have thought possible, if only she had not seen Emma do it even faster. Emma looked at her while she smirked and beckoned Emma to her with a crook of her finger.

"You're so fucking hot," Emma muttered.

A smile slid onto Regina's face without her permission. There was something about seeing the awe and adoration in Emma's eyes when she stared that always stirred up emotions inside of Regina. She tried to push them down, get rid of them, as they would do no good for either of them.

"Come here," Regina purred.

Emma all but dived back on the bed. Kissing was inevitable and they both moaned as their bodies pressed together, hot skin making passions burn brighter. Regina grabbed onto Emma with one hand at her back while the other pressed against Emma's breast. She kneaded the soft mound, relishing in the soft skin and the small sounds coming from the blond. Her thumb flicked Emma's puckered nipple. Emma pulled away from Regina's mouth just to let loose a short whimper.

Regina leaned forward, dragging her teeth down Emma's shoulder, earning more noises from the blond. She loved the taste of Emma's skin and the smell of her body. She rained kisses down on whatever part of Emma she could reach. Suddenly, Emma growled and pulled away. She frowned at Regina.

"No, you don't. Don't try to turn this on me. It's about you, making you relax," Emma said, panting a little.

"Relax?" Regina yelped at the end of the question as Emma's hand settled on the inside of her thigh.

There was no explanation, no answer to Regina's question. Emma was too busy, one hand stroking Regina's thigh, the other caressing her side, and her mouth was back on Regina's. Regina held on tight and her breath hitched as Emma's fingers wandered ever so closer to where she wanted them.

"Do get on with it," Regina hissed.

Emma bit her on the shoulder, making her hiss as pleasure pulsed through her. "My show. My pace. So, shut up."

"Don't you—" Regina's head fell back and a moan spilled from her lips as Emma slid one finger inside of her. Emma's palm pressed against her, sending a pleasant hum through her body. She wanted more, though, and clutched Emma tightly to convey that message.

"Want more?" Emma asked with a teasing grin as she wiggled her finger, as small ripples jolted through Regina.

Regina did her best to swallow down a moan, not wanting to give Emma the satisfaction from her childish behavior. "Miss Swan," she growled. Well, it was supposed to be a growl. It sounded a little strangled. It was hard to be articulate with Emma moving, even slightly, inside of her.

Chuckling, Emma leaned down, giving her a soft peck on the lips and easing her finger in and out slowly. "You know I just think it's sexy when you do that and it makes me want to tease you more." Another soft peck and Regina growled again. "God, that forehead vein. I just wanna drag my tongue over it," Emma murmured and then took Regina by surprise, adding another finger.

There would definitely been nail marks in Emma's shoulders later, but Regina did not care. She needed something to hold onto as Emma moved within her and had the heel of her hand against Regina. Moving her body some, Emma shifted so that she straddled Regina's thigh and had her own thigh pressed against to her hand. She used her thigh for more force and Regina held tighter, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"That's right, baby. Lemme hear you," Emma whispered, leaning down to nip at Regina's chest.

"Call me – ah! – Call me 'baby' again and I'll—" The threat was consumed by another moan as Emma curled her fingers. Regina was helpless against Emma, unable to concentrate on anything except what this woman could do to her body, the bliss only she could provide. It was all consuming, like burning and drowning at once.

"I'll call you what I want," Emma whispered before she took Regina's nipple back into her mouth.

Regina gave herself over to the pleasure Emma inspired throughout her body. Whimpering and moaning with each movement, delighting in everything Emma did to her, gave to her. Those fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue were everything as they made her climb higher and higher into sheer ecstasy. All she could go was hold tight, nails digging into whatever part of Emma she could reach, and moan like it was a language unto itself, a language only she and Emma spoke.

"Come on, baby. Let go. Just let go," Emma whispered and she kissed Regina softly.

Why these words always worked, Regina would never know, but like clockwork, as soon as Emma said them and kissed her, Regina's body was swept away in her pleasure. Her back bowed and she gritted her teeth as wave after wave of elation washed over her, blending the world with intense colors and sounds. Emma gave her another gentle kiss, which added another delightful shock.

As Regina's body calmed, Emma continued stroking her, slowly, wanting to give her a soft landing rather than rile her back up. Once her breathing was back to normal, Emma eased out of her and kissed her once more.

"You are gorgeous," Emma said as she settled down next to Regina.

"And you called me 'baby' again," Regina growled.

Green eyes sparkled as Emma focused on her. "Oh, you noticed that, huh?"

Regina's response was to push Emma onto her back and kiss her fiercely. Emma moaned as she allowed Regina's tongue into her mouth. Regina moaned as well, reveling in Emma's taste as always along with the movement of her lips and tongue. It was like they were built to kiss each other.

Regina moved on top of Emma, making sure not to break the kiss. Her skin ignited again as she felt Emma's body pressed against hers. It was like energy passed between them, feeding their addiction. She put her thigh between Emma's legs.

"I had that already. I want more," Emma remarked, referring to Regina's thigh.

"You'll have what I give you and like it," Regina growled. Emma bit at Regina's lip in reply. "Those teeth will get you in trouble, Miss Swan."

"You love it." Emma smiled.

Regina shook her head, hating she found this woman oddly adorable. Emma smiled at her again and she leaned down, kissing her slowly, leisurely. They both enjoyed the pace.

Emma's hands wandered Regina's body, settling on her ass. Regina eased her body down, making Emma lose one of her favorite playthings. A high pitch whine escaped Emma's mouth, but Regina ignored the sound, much too busy kissing her way down a delicious, creamy throat.

While Emma was the biter between them, Regina preferred kissing and sucking. It allowed her to savor every inch of Emma's body. She enjoyed Emma like one would enjoy a piece of hard candy, especially when she reached succulent breasts and their delectable toppings.

Regina wrapped her lips around Emma's plump, pink nipple and suckled as if this was all she would do for the rest of her life. Beneath her, Emma panted and whimpered, muttering curses as if they were salvation. When Regina switched sides, needing each gem to know its importance, Emma shuddered.

"You're… you're…" Emma tried to say.

Regina knew Emma was about to make some smart remark. After all, the blond could not help herself. To avoid hearing unnecessary comments, Regina reached a hand down and lightly caressed Emma, feeling how badly Emma wanted her all over her fingers.

"Damn it," Emma hissed and moved, trying to keep up with Regina's hand.

"Stop, Miss Swan. You know what I want," Regina warned her.

"Then go get it," Emma demanded.

"Eventually," Regina answered lightly and then went back to her task. With her lips wrapped around Emma's nipple, her tongue ran back and forth over the gem.

"Regina," Emma whined.

Regina continued to ignore her. As she felt more and more of Emma's desire on her fingers, though, she had to move on. While suckling was nice, Regina preferred to drink of Emma more than anything else. So, she began to kiss her way down Emma's body.

"Yes," Emma breathed, fingertips floating across Regina's back as she slid further down. Eventually, she lost contact with Regina's skin. "Yes!" she cried as Regina hit her destination.

Emma Swan was an acquired taste and Regina had acquired it, unable to get enough. She was sweet in the tongue with a hint of salty tang. Regina began with slow licks, up and down, but eventually had to have Emma's pearl in her mouth. Emma flung her leg onto Regina's shoulder and moaned loudly. Regina needed to see Emma's face when she crested and her name spilled from Emma's lips.

"Fuck," Emma growled, hands crawling at the bed as Regina slid a finger into her.

Seeing her and feeling her peak would be a fit end. So, Regina sucked and licked as her finger pumped in and out. And, then Emma exploded, bent and pouring. Her eyes closed, her breathing deep, and her whole body flushed. She was beautiful.

"Regina!" Emma sobbed.

"I have you," Regina promised, holding Emma close. She had Emma. And, then Emma managed to wrap an arm around her. So, Emma had her as well.

-8-8-8-8-

The room was dark. There was no reason to turn on a light and the sun had gone down some time ago. It did not matter to Emma, though. The only thing she cared about was Regina lying next to her, relaxed and calm. This called for kissing. Pulling Regina on top of her, Emma pressed her lips to Regina's and Regina returned the kiss.

Emma ran her fingers through Regina's perfect hair. Kissing Regina had to equal perfection, so making love with Regina something even more. This one perfection in a life of faults and damages. Had she earned this? Was this the reason for all of the hardship, heartache, and disappointment? She doubted it. This was probably just a set up for some other letdown, but until that moment came, she would savor this, savor the kisses, savor Regina.

"Babe, as awesome as kissing you is, aren't you gonna do something else?" Emma teased.

Regina growled; it was the sexiest sound. Of course, almost everything about Regina was pure sex. Every now and then, Emma would entertain the thought that Regina was one of the old gods, alive and bewitching. She was too much to be human.

Regina glared at her. "And now you've called me 'babe.' You must really want to enrage me."

"No, I want you in me, not en-raged."

Regina narrowed her gaze. "You think you're cute."

"No, you think I'm cute." Playing with Regina should not be this fun, but it was. Regina would come right back at her. Sometimes, Regina would outright snap and she had very sharp teeth, metaphorically speaking. But, it just made Emma come back for more. Maybe that was unhealthy, but she could not bring herself to care.

Regina only growled again and then dragged those sharp teeth down Emma's throat. Emma's body trembled already, wanting, needing. She was not sure how she survived before Regina.

Regina placed wet kisses from Emma's chin down to the valley between Emma's breasts. Emma wondered if Regina could feel her heart racing when one of those kisses landed just above it. Emma whimpered and wiggled while Regina covered her torso in sweet kisses. Adoring hands trailed up and down her sides and hips, leaving a low hum of bliss in their wake. For all of her thoughts that Regina could be a god, Emma noted Regina seemed to worship at the altar of her body.

Slowly, Regina drew Emma's left nipple into her mouth and toyed with it like a bit of candy as she had a habit of doing. Arching her back, Emma tried to push more of her body into Regina's mouth and hands. The ecstasy Regina brought forth was feather light, but promised to gain more weight as Regina's mouth drifted lower and her hands attended to Emma's aching nipples.

The first swipe of Regina's tongue pulled an almost animalistic noise from Emma throat before Regina stole all the air from her lungs. Her tongue and lips loved Emma in a way Emma did not think was possible. Again, her hands went to Regina's hair as her breathing increased and her pleasure soared. Regina barely pushed one finger inside of her before she peaked once more, crying out loud enough to hurt her throat.

As Emma settled down, she noticed Regina watching her. Regina had her chin resting on Emma's thigh and her fingers lightly drumming against Emma's knee. Regina smirked, like she knew just what the hell she did. Of course, she knew. Now, Emma would like to figure out how a prime and proper lady like Regina Mills knew the things she did.

"You give me a minute and I'm gonna get your back," Emma vowed.

Regina continued to smirk. "Take all the time you need, but one would think a bounty hunter would have more stamina."

Emma scowled down at her. "I don't get complaints."

"I do believe you just got one."

"I'll change your mind soon enough. Now, come up here," she ordered.

Regina bit her thigh, making her moan. Emma frowned at her even more. Regina had mercy on her and crawled back up her body, settling against her side. Emma wasted no time wrapping her arm around Regina's shoulder and pulling her as close as possible. Emma liked the small weight and figure pressed against her. Regina relaxed her and she hoped she returned the favor.

"You feeling better?" Emma asked, thumb caressing soft skin. She was not sure if she had ever felt such perfect skin. How did Regina get her skin so amazing?

"What do you mean?" Regina replied, her hand against Emma's hip.

"You were tense when you came in. You okay?" If not, what can I do?

"Oh." Regina was silent for a while. "I just thought the hotel seemed a bit familiar."

"You're worried about your fiancé showing up?" Emma guessed. Her eyes strayed to the ring on Regina's finger. Even with her current circumstances, Emma doubted she would be able to match the glitz of that rock. Regina had on the biggest diamond Emma had ever seen.

Regina looked at her, lovely honey brown eyes, deeper and more expressive than she was sure Regina would like. "No, not him."

Regina was engaged. Emma did not know who the guy was and did not want to know who he was. She did not want to know his name or anything about him. He had Regina and that was enough for Emma to hate him, even if she knew Regina was not happy with the engagement.

Despite the fact that the Enchanted Forest had changed much since the Middle Ages, arranged marriages and forced marriages were still practiced. Usually, it was amongst the nobility, but it was also not unusual for nobles to find pretty little peasants to wed them as well. Regina was not a peasant by far. She was the surviving heir to Prince Henry of Castia. But, Castia did not exist anymore, finding itself on the extremely losing side of a war some twenty-five years… if Emma was remembering that correctly anyway. She had not been alive during the time and was a horrible history student in school.

"If you're not worrying about him, then who the hell are you worrying about?" Emma inquired, brow furrowed. She figured he would be the only thing Regina had to worry about. Surely he was some big shot noble and he would not be happy to find his fiancée cheating on him.

"It's… it's my mother…" Regina whispered, so low Emma thought she imagined it. But, the way Regina's body tensed against hers, she knew she heard right.

"Your mother?" How the hell could Regina's mother make her so upset?

"She can't see us together. She can't know." Brown eyes implored her and looked at Emma with such fear, more fear than a grown woman should have of her mother.

Emma held her tighter. "She won't. It'll be all right, Regina. I'll be careful and I'll scout the hotels better if you want me to."

Regina only nodded. Emma leaned down and kissed Regina's forehead. In this moment, she wanted to protect Regina with everything inside of her, wanted to keep Regina by her, and stay in this little bubble forever. This place where everything was perfect and Regina was hers. But, life would get in the way, as it always did.

-8-8-8-8-

Next time: Emma goes to Storybrooke to spend time with Regina and Henry.