In a sudden motion Emma's body arched up from the queen sized bed inside the Mayor's mansion. Her fingers gripped tightly at messed sheets and her thighs were wrapped around the Queen's head. Eyes tightly shut, the Savior held on for dear life as a clever tongue swirled around her clit and 3 deft fingers aggressively pumped in and out of her, while others repeatedly pinched an erect nipple. A thin layer of sweat coated the blonde's skin and the room was filled with a mixture of panted profanities and desperate moans.

But just before Emma Swan's world could finally explode into a gazillion stars and pure bliss, all of her counterpart's movement suddenly stilled and the tantalizingly delicious friction her tongue and fingers provided, disappeared. The blonde's hips kept surging forward on their own accord but only met the cool air. She struggled through her pre-orgasmic haze and fought to open her eyes: "Why the hell did you stop?", she furiously panted. Regina, her face only mere inches away from the Savior's dripping center, regarded her with a satisfied grin playing across her lips: "Just look at yourself", she drawled seductively. In spite of her state a knowing smile tucked at the corners of Emma's mouth: "So you just need a moment to appreciate all this", she raised her hand, intentionally to let her fingers ghost about her own body, to turn Regina on even more, but stopped dead in her tracks. The movement made her eyes catch a glimpse of a light blue glow apparently emitting from her hand, and her whole body, now that she was paying attention to it. Emma's eyes grew wide as they searched the brunette's again. "In fact I do, dear. Just not completely in the way you so arrogantly suggested.", she rasped smugly. "Obviously, one way your magic comes to live is when your highly turned on. I just wanted to check this off the list first, since it seemed like the easiest task to fulfill." Emma stared at her utterly perplexed: "So you actually were being serious when you suggested to teach me magic?", she asked incredulously. "And all of this was for practice's purpose only?", the blonde whined trying to wriggle away from the brunette. The Queen's face softened just a little bit. She found the Savior's rapidly rising annoyance with that fact utterly endearing. Her hands shot up to the blonde's thighs, effectively holding her in place: "I might have to admit, Miss Swan, your attire played a small role in the matter as well", her eyes quickly darted towards the pile of clothes on the right side of the bed. On top of it lay the flannel shirt the blonde so purposefully choose to wear that day. With that and a devilish smile Regina buried her face once more in the Savior's dripping folds. Emma's body fell back against the mattress with a relieved sigh and the magical glow of her body bathed the room in a soft blue.