Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Author note: This little silly two-shot was bugging me for a while. Emma's thoughts in italic.

Beta by your-arms-around-me

The knock on the door wakes me up. I sit up in my bed but my brain hasn't started working yet. I blink a few times, gathering myself when I hear the annoying knock again. I shoot a deadly glare at the door and walk towards it in a very cranky mood.

Who the fuck can be that early in the morning?

I open the door with a swoop only to find that the Mayor is standing there with a basket full of apples and the most playful smile I've seen on her red delicious lips.

Shit! I forgot to put some pants on!

"Did you know that Red Delicious..." lips...

"...most vigorous and hardy..." I'm very energetic and enduring too. Is that a hum?

"...weather any storm..." Only I can weather you.

"...little girl..." I like you the way you are now.

"I have to taste anything more delicious than the fruit it offers." You taste better.

I take the apple she hands me, stunned by my naughty thoughts that early in the morning.

"...you drive home." Who says I'm going?

"Actually, I'm gonna stay for a while." I say. God, I'm so cocky when I'm horny...which is like… most of the time.

"I'm not sure..." I'm sure that I'll eat your apple.

"...Henry has enough issues." Everyone has issues.

"He doesn't need you confusing him." I'm confused by you.

"All due respect, Madam Mayor," I'll show you respect, "the fact that you have threatened me twice in the last 12 hours makes me wanna stay more." And the fact that your apples...

"Since when were apples a threat?"

"I can read between the lines. Sorry." For staring at you. "I just wanna make sure Henry's okay."

"He's fine, dear." Oh, you too, Madam Mayor. "Any problems he has are being taken care of."

"What does that mean?" I lost you, coz my mind was possessed by some thoughts...

"It means that I have him in therapy." Why did you lean towards me?

"It's all under..." your neck... "...only one of us know what's best for Henry."

"Yeah, I'm starting to think you're right about that." I see you are angry. And hot.

"It's time for you to go." Woohoo, I like it rough.

"Or what?" I like to tease.

"Don't underestimate me, Ms. Swan." If you get any closer I'll kiss you! "You have no idea what I'm capable of." Actually, I do.

The brunette drops the basket to the floor, turns on her heels...

I'm soo staying. I'm pretty sure I missed half of the conversation after hearing and watching red delicious lips moving. But who cares.

I grab her by the wrist and she turns back to me. I grasp the Mayor's face with my hands and pull her into slow and loud kiss. My tongue brushes against red bottom lips, waiting for permission. Access is granted almost immediately. Our tongues meet and start their fight for dominance, neither wanting to give up. I spin us around, closing the door with my foot.

Regina steps back, pushed by me until the back of her legs hit the bed frame. I break the kiss and push her on the bed, situating myself comfortably between the mayor's legs. Our tongues connect again as my hand lands on the inner thigh just under the hem of the grey dress and Regina's tangled hers in my tresses.

I skim a hand up her thigh and stop just before her heated center. I can sense the wetness through her pantyhose. I have never liked those. Too much time wasted on them.

I break the kiss and separate our bodies, leaving a very shocked Mayor. Her aroused gaze follows me as I flip her over so I could have an easier access to the dress zipper. I unzip it with one hand, while the other skims over the newly exposed olive skin. The back muscles twitch sending a wave of pleasure to the woman underneath me and electing series of grows from her red delicious lips. I have never heard something so sexy. Regina has created the sexiness. Once the zipper is down, I open the dress with my hand almost touching the already heated skin of Regina's back. When my arms reach the end of the zipper they get a little bolder and continue downwards. They skim over the round ass and give it a squeeze and then one more. A moan escapes from the lying brunette. God, I'm addicted to that sound.

My hands travel back up. Once they touch the shoulders, I take the grey piece of clothing between my fingers and I begin pealing it off slowly from her body. Regina puts her upper body up and I slide my hands down her arms. She moves hers out of the dress as I grab the garment and pull it down her body. She lifts her bottom slightly urging for me to get there. But I have something else in mind.

My hands leave both of her sides and travel to Regina's round ass giving the heated flesh a soothing squeeze. A sharp intake of air is heard from her and it makes me smile. I do it again and again and each time the same noise comes from the woman that raised my son. Now is not the time to think of him.

I place my hands on the both sides of the body underneath me and I kneel in the space between Regina's legs. I lean down and kiss the dimples of her lower back. The moment when my lips touch the skin Regina twitches. Her whole body quivers as I dart my tongue out licking the same spot. Alternating between open-mouthed kisses and licking I travel up her spine. The muscles underneath the skin react to the warmth of my tongue. In the middle of my path I open my eyes and look up. Regina is gripping the sheets, eyes fully closed, her head bowed down the mattress in an attempt to stifle her moans. Oh, you screamer. I'm going to make you scream, just wait a little.

Regina's right hand goes to the base of her neck and lifts her hair up exposing her neck completely. Target acquired. I launch myself on the pointed spot kissing, licking, and biting the flesh. I let my body to press fully against her back. Even through my tank top and bra, I can sense my nipples getting harder as I start rock against the form beneath me. I can't help but groan at the sensation. I continue to grind on her as my mouth travels to her ear. I bite the earlobe and then I capture it in between my lips and suck on it a bit. The noise that comes from Regina is almost making me come. Jesus Fucking Christ.

I can't take it anymore. I need to peel all clothing off of her and make her mine. I want to make her scream my name, begging me to let her come like it's the password for heaven. The heaven that is four letters away from her. I want to taste the flavor that is as addictive as her noises.

I pull myself away from Regina, and without wasting precious time, I remove the grey dress from her body. Dropping the peace of garment on the floor I take a moment to examine the beauty before me. The curves fenced by black-laced panties and a matching bra; the toned figure covered with olive skin that contrasts with mine.

Regina turns around and her eyes travel up and down my body.

"Too many clothes, Miss Swan," she says, her voice dripping with want. She sits up.

"Strip, Regina." I command her.

She secretly likes it. I'm the only one that she submits to. No one else can do that to her. No one else can control her the way I do. No one else has that effect on her.

As though to prove my point, she does what I just told her. Her hands go behind her to unclip her bra, which she tosses on the floor between us. I mirror her carefree actions.

Then she lies on the bed and hooks her thumbs on her panties and they go down her long legs slowly. Her eyes never leave mine as she watches me doing the same.

She crawls backward on the bed and drops her head on my pillow. I follow her eagerly like a teenage boy following his crush. She spread her legs and I spot her wet center. I crawl towards her as she lifts her legs and place them on my both sides. It's like she is making a tunnel to guide me towards the price. She curves her lips in a wicked smile and I lick my lips.

Without any warning I enter her with two fingers that she takes easily, eliciting a deep-throated moan from her. I will never stop being surprised at how ready she is for me every time. I go all the way in and slowly pull the fingers out, extracting Regina's unique, sweet moisture. I remove my digits completely and bring them to my mouth. I close my eyes as my tongue swirls around the wet fingers. God she tastes heavenly.

The hunger in her gaze when I open my eyes is enough for me to come. If she touches me now, I'm done.

And she does it. She knows me far too well to know when I'm this close and she is wicked enough to test myself control… which I don't have.

Her palm brushes over my clit, down my swollen lips past my entrance until her two fingers are all the way in. She starts thrusting in earnest, and I slip my digits between her slick folds again to meet her pace. We move in and out in unison as our lips meet. The kiss quickly deepens as the entire world disappears somewhere far away. The only noise we hear is our labored breathing and our groans. Our hearts pound louder with each stroke as our muscles beg for a break. Regina's walls contract around me as I feel clenching around her digits.

It's been far too long without her. Eleven days and five hours to be exact. But it feels like an eternity when you know it's so wrong and against everything and everyone.

Somewhere deep inside of me, the orgasm erupts like a volcano and scatters in my body. It extends to every cell, goes around every corner of my very soul and makes me wonder why the hell I'm not here all the time.

Regina comes shortly after me with a choked gasp, throwing her head back. Her hands grab the headboard of the bed. Her eyes close as her body spasms from the intense orgasm. She writhes underneath me, a blush creeping up her chest. I lean forward and kiss the red space between her breast and her neck, soothing her while her body comes down from the high.

It's always amusing for me to see how ashamed she is from shaking like that every time she comes. You know, you see it in porn and think it's cool but when it actually happens to you it's just superb ego booster. Although it`s debatable whether it's your skills or it's just your lover's body reacting to the pleasure.

Soon she stills, and I feel a chill running up and down my spine. I reach towards the bed's legs to pull the thin blanket over our heated naked bodies. I move my left leg from between Regina's legs and place it so I can rest my body on my left side. She looks up at me with a plea and I obey.

I lie on my back as she positions her head on my chest with her ear over my heart and her leg between mine. I wrap my arms around her. I look down at her brown hair. Then my gaze falls on her closed eyes. There is a strand of hair on her face, and before I can do anything about it she reaches out and removes it. The movements cause the golden ring on her left forth finger to shine as the sunlight reflex on it.

My heart clenches. That's why I'm not here all the time.

I steer away my gaze and it fall over the basket with the apples on the floor.

"What's with the apples?"

"Granny does this mean dessert with them."

"Meaner than your apple pie?" I ask and she pinches my right bicep. "Ouch..."

"It was the perfect excuse for me to come here and drive the obnoxious birth mother of my son out of my town."

"I guess you are not very efficient if she comes here twice a month. You have to change your approach," I joke and she lifts her head.

She knits her brows thinking over her answer.

"Next time I'll come with a strap-on."

"That won't make her go away. On the contrary, Regina. She'll stay forever."

"Actually that wouldn't be so bad." She grins at me before she leans forward and kisses my lips. "I can always fire...Graham."

"And what explanation you will give to the town?"

"That he doesn't do his job."

She is such a dreamer and so naive sometimes.

"The town has zero crime rate, Regina. Nobody will buy that." I look at her and see the hurt on her face.

"I want you here forever," she says with childish voice.

"He will never let me be here," I whisper the ugly truth.

And just like that the reality fills the room. It came back as soon as our blissful state wore off.

Her eyes water as she lowers her gaze letting it fall over my chest. "You saved me and look where it got you. You live in Boston, away from our son. You come here every now and then and play 'Hide and seek' with him. That is not what you deserve, Emma."

"I saved you and I'll do it again. Our son is with his other loving mother. I come here when I start missing your skin too much. When the agony of not seeing you mutes every other noise in the world. I don't hide from him. I see him every day. I don't hide my desire to kick his ass."

"I love you, Emma," she whispers with her lips hovering over mine.

"I love you, Regina," I reply and the kiss that follows is full of love and passion.

It leaves no room for doubt in our feeling. We love each other. That's a fact.

But there is also the fact that she is married. And that her husband is pointing a gun at my head every time I'm here. The reason – he knows what happened when Henry was conceived. He knows about the rape. He knows that she killed my rapist and that I confessed about something I didn't do in order to save the woman I love. He knows that I gave Henry up so that Regina could adopt him. And he uses his knowledge so he can control her. To control the Mayor of Storybrooke. To keep her blind for his schemes. To keep her blind for the fact that he is buying out the town for insignificant price.

And yet, here we are. Together against all odds. Despite all obstacles. In defiance of fate. Because the fact of the matter is that we are each other's True Love.

It was then when the door opens suddenly revealing the very angry Daniel. His face is red, his hands shrank in fists.

Regina and I are startled by the sudden intrusion. My heart races faster as my eyes never leave him.

He takes two steps towards the bed and I sense the woman in my arms tenses.

"I knew you are here," he says to Regina with disgust. "And in bed with this pathetic excuse for human being."

Hmm...I want to say that I like Daniel very much. Stable Queen was totally adorable fairytale. But I need him to be the bad guy here. Or is he?