Chapter 1: When you wish upon a whiskey...

There weren't many things that could take Regina by surprise. However, as she looked into Emma Swan's eyes as they stood in front of one another in the middle Granny's Diner that morning, she knew that she was standing and staring open mouthed at the blonde. Regina prided herself on always being prepared with a witty comeback or two and never letting anything or anyone catch her flatfooted. She set her reputation as Evil Queen and then as Mayor on her absolute unflappability. Until this point in time, there was no one who would have been able to look at Regina and say that she had ever been rendered utterly speechless.

"Regina? Are you okay?" Emma's voice interrupted her as the blonde regarded her worriedly.

"Ms. Swan, I'd thank you to mind your own business," Regina snapped. She felt a strong rush of relief course through her as the words managed to come out past her complete confusion.

Geez, that's what I get for asking. One day I'll learn that the most beautiful things in nature are also the most dangerous.

Regina dropped her purse as Emma's thoughts crashed through her mind once more. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sea-green ones in front of her that gazed at her calmly with just a touch of confusion, irritation, and worry. Regina quickly knelt and picked up her bag, unable to tear her eyes from Emma's as her mind tried to process the how, the what, and the why. Her eyes widened as Emma slowly knelt in front of her, holding out a hand as though Regina were a wild animal.

"Regina, seriously, you're scaring me. Did something happen?"

If someone has hurt her there will be hell to pay. Why can't others see what I see?

The concern in Emma's eyes combined with the sincerity Regina could hear in her thoughts made Regina feel trapped, almost suffocated. She needed to get out of here and figure out what was going on. Why was she suddenly able to hear Emma's thoughts? She almost groaned as she remembered a conversation shared with Tinkerbell the night before over several glasses of whiskey at the Rabbit Hole.

"I just want to know what she's up to. No one is that nice," Regina said emphatically, gesturing wildly with her drink to the blonde who sat laughing at the other end of the bar. Just Emma's presence served to unnerve her and she had been broodily staring into her drinks for the last hour. Tinkerbell nodded sympathetically as she tried to hold her head up. "If only I could just hear her thoughts, you know? Every twisted, evil plan in her fluffy, blonde head."

Tinkerbell's head dropped to the bar and bounced on impact. She raised her head blearily, rubbing a red spot that had appeared on her forehead. "Yeah, I bet she sits and plans how to do that stuff." Regina smiled at her friend, glad someone understood her.

"It's hard to be good when someone is always plotting against you and you have no idea what it is. It's like I always need a plan in place just in case."

"An evil plan," Tinkerbell said with absolute certainty, her voice and face filled with sympathetic support.

"I just want to know her thoughts so I can prepare myself and Henry. There's nothing evil about that."

"You could ask her..." Tinkerbell's voice trailed off at the look Regina was giving her.

"I can't just ASK her. No, I have to know but she can't know that I know. If she knew that I knew- especially if she knew that I knew that she knew- then it would be pointless for anyone to know." Tinkerbell's eyes crossed as she tried to follow the train of logic and she eventually gave up. "I just wish I could read her thoughts."

Tinkerbell smiled as Regina made her wish. She reached for the small locket she wore around her neck and with more grace than she should have had after seven tumblers of whiskey, she opened the locket and blew the fairy dust at Regina. "Wish granted," she beamed.

"Tinkerbell," Regina said and stood abruptly. Without a backwards glance she rushed from the diner to find the meddling fairy.

Chapter 2: If you can't beat 'em, avoid 'em

Regina sat in her office, her head buried in her hands. She had been unable to find Tinkerbell and she wondered for the hundredth time if the fairy was hiding from her. She didn't want to ask Blue where the wayward green fairy was, but Regina was quickly losing patience. She had managed to avoid Emma for the last two days and was beginning to hope that the fairy dust was wearing off- that is until she ran into Emma in front of the dry cleaners.

Jaaaaallllapeno, with cheese... mmm mmm cheeeese... Regina had heard the words in her head sung to the tune of one of the opening songs in the Lion King. JalapenoOH rubbubbadub yeah uh huh.

"Ms. Swan," Regina had practically shouted causing the blonde to turn in guilty surprise. She watched as ice cream melted over Emma's hand and couldn't help but notice the smear of vanilla on the other woman's top lip.

"Regina? I just took a break to go get an ice cream. Honestly, I could work forty hours in a row and you'd catch me the two seconds I'd take to sneeze." Emma licked the melting ice cream, her eyes disgruntled as she watched Regina warily.

"I wonder what the taxpayers think every time they see you goofing off when you should be working?" Regina snapped as she tried to find her stride. She wanted to simply ignore Emma but the blonde was watching her intently.

"Listen, I've called you for the last two days needing YOUR signature to finish my paperwork. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were avoiding me."

Is she avoiding me? I can't imagine that anything intimidates Regina Mills and I've certainly done nothing to her... except in my fantasies. As Emma's eyes dropped momentarily to the top of Regina's blouse, Regina felt her cheeks heat up at the thoughts that began running out of control through Emma's mind. I wish she'd undo one more button... I just want to bury my face between those lush... mmmm... drag my teeth over that smooth skin... I wonder if her nipples are brown or rosy, doubt they're pink... I'd suck her nipple so hard while I...

"Ms. Swan!" she said in a strangled voice. Emma's eyes found her own and Regina tried to find something to say. She couldn't believe Emma's face could look so innocent while having the thoughts she was having! "Bring the paperwork by and leave it with my secretary." Regina could feel the hot blush on her cheeks and knew the tips of her ears were burning just as brightly. She whirled around and practically ran back to her car, trying to put as much distance between herself and Emma as possible.

Regina couldn't believe that Emma Swan would DARE to think about her in such... such... LEWD terms. She tried to control her breathing but every time she would calm herself Emma's thoughts would rush over her bringing an uncomfortable heat that settled low in her stomach. As she made her way from her car to her office, she took her thoughts in hand and forcibly calmed them, making herself think in terms of how she could use the information gained to her advantage.

The problem was- Regina didn't see any advantage. Unless she wanted to seduce the Saviour by using the hedonist's thoughts against her then Regina didn't see any advantage. She felt the blush trying to return to her cheeks as she briefly contemplated seducing the blonde. However, every time she tried to think about it she quickly discarded the thoughts. Emma Swan was too much of an unknown to put herself on the line like that. Regina would be risking more than her reputation if she tried to seduce the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and it backfired.

Maybe Emma doesn't have any secret motives. Regina furiously stuffed the betraying thought deep into her mind, then mentally stomped it for good measure. Just because she hadn't figured out the Sheriff's true motivation didn't mean that it wasn't there hidden behind nonsensical songs and obscene thoughts.

Regina forcibly pushed Emma Swan from her thoughts and began working through the stacks of forms on her desk. She was trying to figure out a way to apply for governmental funding without bringing in any auditors or suspicions upon her town. When she had cast the curse she hadn't been aware of things such as secondary education and how much it cost to upkeep the roads. She sighed as she delved deeper into her paperwork, thoughts of Emma quickly being replaced by the rising costs of road repairs.

"You can't go in there! The Mayor does not wish to be disturbed!" Regina looked up in surprise as her secretary's voice rose. She could see the silhouette of the woman as she tried to bodily bar the door but wasn't surprised when the door was flung open to reveal Emma Swan. "I apologize, Madame Mayor," Sarah began and quieted as Regina sighed and lifted her hand dismissing the woman.

"Ms. Swan, my secretary doesn't sit there every day as a show piece nor does she speak just to hear her own words."

"I didn't want to leave my paperwork with her since it is so important." Emma said sarcastically. "Besides, it needs your signature before she can file it. I wanted to make sure that everything was completed."

And I wanted to see you again.

Emma's thought sounded wistful and took Regina by surprise. She was proud of herself that none of her surprise reflected in her perfectly schooled features. With a hand, she directed Emma to a seat in front of her desk and held out the other for the stack of paperwork. She sighed as Emma threw herself into the expensive leather and placed one booted foot on top of the opposite leg's knee.

Without a word, Regina began scanning the documents.

"You're going to read every one?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes, Ms. Swan. I will not sign my name to something just because you say I should." Regina didn't look up from the paperwork, and though Emma remained silent, her thoughts spoke more than clearly.

Of course you don't trust anything or anyone. You'd think after everything we've been through together you'd trust me enough to sign a freaking piece of paperwork. I guess... I guess I understand though. So many people have manipulated and tricked you. I could have anything in there for you to sign that could say anything. Like your own execution. A warrant for your own arrest. Custody papers. Not that I want full custody. I just want to know our amazing kid. He's amazing because of you. I'd like to know the person that raised such an awesome kid. You'll always see me as Henry's birth mom or Snow White's daughter, though, won't you. I'll never just be Emma. I've always just been a title no matter where I've lived. Foster kid. Birth mother. Mortal enemy's daughter. Oh my god, I hate myself when I feel sorry for myself. Snap out of it, Swan.

Regina was completely distracted by Emma's thoughts but had the presence of mind to continue flipping the pages in her hands. She suddenly wished that she didn't have this insight into Emma's mind. She found that she didn't actually know what to do with the information she was gleaning, and she felt bad that she was breaking Emma's privacy and trust on a deep level. She hadn't intended for Tinkerbell to take her seriously. Never make a wish even in passing to a drunk fairy, Regina chanted inside her head as she began signing the papers. Her pen slipped as Emma's thoughts began filling her mind again.

I love when she bites her bottom lip like that. I want to run my tongue over it before sucking it between my own lips. I bet she's a wonderful kisser. God, just look at those lips! I bet they'd feel so soft and wet all over my body. I'd love to look down my body into her eyes while she puts those sweet, lush lips to use going down on m-

"I've signed them all!" Regina practically shouted, frantically interrupting Emma's thoughts and fantasies. Regina was completely unprepared to discover that this morning wasn't a fluke and that Emma Swan did indeed desire her. Regina tried to control the shaking in her hands as she pushed the papers towards Emma who sat in the chair looking at her in surprise.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked. "You have seriously been off this week."

"Please take your paperwork and go," Regina said, wincing at the breathlessness in her own voice. She cleared her throat and looked down at the desk top. Her fingers played nervously with the pen in her hand and she carefully looked anywhere but at Emma.

She's so distant. And odd. Definitely odd. I wish she'd smile at me.

Emma's last thought as she gathered her paperwork and left stayed long after the woman herself had left. Regina was left completely stunned by the words and the wistful sadness she could feel surrounding them. Was this Emma's plan, then? She wanted Regina to like her so that she could... what? Regina played everything over and over in her head, trying to figure out what she was missing when it came to Emma Swan and her nefarious plans.

Chapter 3: What dreams may come?

Regina rubbed lotion onto her skin and sighed contentedly. Tonight, Henry had asked if he could help with dinner, and he had talked to her about school and his comics the entire time. It felt good to spend time with her son when he wasn't questioning her motives or convinced that any day she was going to revert back into the Evil Queen. Afterward, he had carefully dried the dishes and put them away as Regina washed them, both slipping easily into the banter they'd enjoyed before Snow White had given him that dreadful book.

Regina's thoughts wandered to Emma and her hands slowed as she rubbed lotion on her legs. The blonde was still such an enigma to Regina and, even with Tinkerbell granting her wish, Regina felt as if she knew even less about the saviour than she did before. Between the ridiculous songs Emma always seemed to be humming in her head and the fact that she couldn't go three minutes without picturing Regina naked it was almost like peering into an adolescent boy's mind.

She wondered if she focused could she hear Emma's thoughts wherever the blonde was? It seemed to Regina that such a psychic connection should still work even though there was distance between them as it appeared that Emma's thoughts were the strongest when Regina was near. Regina focused her thoughts and concentrated on the blonde sheriff and was almost instantly rewarded as Emma's thoughts filled her mind.

Fractals are so beautiful. I don't understand how no two can ever be alike. And if there's no mathematical end to them, how do they even exist? At the absolute root of everything, are we all connected to this huge fractal and we are each a shifting shoot of it's design? Is that why it is so unique? Oh, gummy bears! Delicious. Gummy bears! Bouncing here and there and everywhere...

The words trailed off into a muted humming and Regina sat speechless in her bed. How did someone go from contemplating the origins of life through mathematics to singing the intro song to an eighties cartoon? She was surprised to feel an amused warmth spreading through her as she reached out to touch Emma's thoughts once more.

Where the hell is my phone? Of course... it is always under my butt cheek. Why would it be anywhere else like, oh, on the night stand? I should call David. I didn't mean to be rude. I just can't stand their stories about always finding each other, always finding family. The truth is, I don't believe in it. They didn't find me. If love is as strong and powerful as they say then they would have known they were missing something. Well, Snow should have. David was asleep for all those years. She felt him. She didn't feel me. So, no, it's hard to believe in a mother's love and their stories and sometimes I just can't listen to it or them while they play the blame game. I don't want to listen to anything derogatory about Regina. I just can't. I... I think I like her. I'm definitely gay for her.

Regina gasped and lost her concentration and thus her connection to Emma's thoughts. She felt herself blushing furiously as she realized that she wanted to connect with Emma's mind once more and find out exactly where Emma's naughtier thoughts led. With a disgruntled sigh, Regina swung her legs into bed and pulled the sheets up over her. With a pleased smile, she enjoyed the way her silken nightgown lay across the tops of her thighs and how wonderful the cool high-thread sheets felt against her skin.

Her thoughts immediately drifted back to Emma. In the dark of her room, nestled safely under her covers, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking of the other woman. Emma was beautiful. Regina often found herself wanted to tangle her fingers in Emma's long, blonde waves and wild curls. She never failed to be captivated by the way the sunlight reflected off the green in the other woman's eyes- eyes which could turn the color of stormy seas when Emma was thoroughly angered. She liked Emma's height, especially the length of the blonde's long legs that ended in a spectacular ass. Regina was no stranger to the female body, and she could definitely appreciate Emma's form for everything that it was. What was amazing to Regina is that Emma didn't seem to know how sexy she was.

Although, Regina had never met anyone more frustrating. Emma was as stubborn as her father and possibly even more reckless than her mother. Regina had rarely seen Emma truly angry but, when she had, the force of Emma's ire had truly been magnificent to watch – even if it had been directed at Regina almost every time. Regina wondered if Emma made love the same way- intense and targeted. Emma seemed to be such a sensual woman and Regina found herself imagining that Emma used all her senses to please her lover.

Regina found sleep elusive as thoughts and fantasies of Emma began plaguing her mind. She twisted out of the sheets as her body began to heat and groaned as her silk nightgown felt like a lover's hand caressing her thighs as she twisted and turned in bed. Regina shoved her head into her pillow and groaned loudly, cursing Tinkerbell for the two hundredth time since the fairy had granted Regina's wish. What on Earth had made the green fairy think it was a good idea? However, Regina couldn't deny that she was pleased that Tinkerbell had shown such trust and loyalty to her and had taken Regina's side without question.

Maybe just one more time, Regina thought to herself. Maybe she'd peek into Emma's thoughts just once more, just enough to set her own mind at ease. If Emma were asleep, then Regina wouldn't be forced to lie awake wondering what the other woman was plotting in the deep hours of the night. Yes, it was an excellent idea and she couldn't find any flaws with her own logic. And even if she could, she ruthlessly shut them down. Of course, Emma was asleep. Regina felt a wave of regret as she settled on her stomach, her arms wrapped around her pillow.

Regina's mind began to drift and sleep claimed her quickly once her body stilled in the bed. Regina was surprised with the speed in which their minds connected as Regina began to dream. Regina began to wonder if the ease of seeing into Emma's thoughts and the speed with which she connected over a distance was based on whether or not Emma was thinking about her. And Emma was definitely thinking about her. Or rather, dreaming about her. Regina tried to resist the dream but found that her heart and soul did not want to resist. With a mental sigh, Regina gave in to the pull of the dream and found herself beginning to actively participate as her sleeping consciousness slid into dream Regina and took over.

Regina's tongue was lapping lightly at Emma's slit, pushing with just enough force to part the lips but not enough to touch the bundle of aching nerves begging for the brunette's kiss. Emma spread her legs wider, her hand tangled in Regina's silky hair as her hips rose from the bed to meet the small licks that were driving her crazy. With a sexy smile, Regina locked eyes with Emma before pushing her tongue between the swollen lips and thrusting inside Emma's tight, velvety depths.

"That feels so good," Emma whimpered, her voice husky and low with desire. Regina closed her eyes as her tongue slid up to slowly pulse and lathe against Emma's clitoris. Regina couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her as Emma gasped and thrust her hips up to meet Regina's tongue. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's thighs, Emma's legs over Regina's shoulders, feet moving on Regina's back for leverage as she continued thrusting towards Regina's mouth.

"You taste divine," Regina whispered, her breath teasing the wet flesh beneath her lips and causing Emma to arch her back with need and desire. Regina took Emma's clitoris lightly between her teeth before wrapping her lips around it and sucking lightly as she lathed her tongue wetly over the throbbing nub. Emma cried out, her back arching completely off the bed, her sex thrusting into Regina's mouth and the pleasure it was bringing the blonde.

"Make me yours," Emma pleaded in a whisper as her body began to shake beneath Regina's onslaught. The words and the blonde's surrender coiled inside Regina and released something primal inside the brunette, something that wanted to possess and claim the blonde writhing beneath her.

Without releasing Emma's thighs nor pulling her mouth away from the feast spread out before her, Regina pulled back onto her knees as she sat back on her feet. Emma's hips then body lifted from the bed until only her shoulders and head remained, the rest of her body held tightly against Regina's mouth and body as the brunette spread Emma's legs further. With a moan of pure wanton need, Regina pushed her tongue inside Emma, curling the tip to catch the rough spot just inside her entrance.

"Fuck! Regina!" Emma gasped, her hands clawing at the bed for something to hold as Regina took her to new heights of pleasure. With a growl, Regina ran the flat of her tongue from Emma's entrance to her clitoris and back again, using the tip of her tongue to curl around the tightening bundle and curve into the blonde. Emma's hands found Regina's legs and her fingers held on to the brunette's toned thighs as Regina's tongue stroked, fucked, licked, sucked, kissed, and lathed her body into orgasm.

"So good. Ohh, god, I'm- I'm going to- fuck- I'm cumming!" Emma cried out, her shoulders coming off the bed, her feet digging into Regina's back, and her nails scratching Regina's thighs. Emma's cries of pleasure increased into almost screams as Regina lowered her to the bed and forced her thighs apart with her knees only to slide two fingers deep inside Emma's soaking and ready sex.

"More," Regina said as her lips claimed Emma's, catching the other woman's gasps and moans as she fucked her relentlessly towards another orgasm. She could feel the blonde's center tightening and clutching her fingers before fluttering rapidly as Emma's body erupted around her. Warm liquid coated Regina's fingers and pooled in her palm as her rapid thrusts slowed to gentle corkscrew movements that pulled every delicious ounce of pleasure from the other woman's body.

"Yours," Emma panted breathlessly as she arched into Regina's slow thrusts, as the brunette coaxed another orgasm from her. Her nails found Regina's shoulders and she dug in with pleasure as her body clenched and throbbed around the brunette.

"Emma," Regina sighed against the kiss swollen lips, wishing she would never wake and could stay here with Emma. Wait, what?

"Regina?" Emma's voice was filled with longing and...

Regina pulled back into herself with a gasp, her eyes flying wide open in the darkness of her room as she sat upright in bed. What the hell was that?! Regina began to realize as she sat awake in her room, her sex throbbing with desire, that she had lost all control when her wish was fulfilled. Emma Swan's thoughts and dreams were now the center of Regina's own and she had no one to blame but herself.

Chapter 4: All the things she said

Regina had finally managed to fall back to sleep in the early morning hours and get a few hours of fitful sleep. Luckily she was skilled at applying make-up to cover the dark circles under her eyes but nothing could cover up the shell shocked look in her eyes as she contemplated the night before. After she dropped Henry off at school, she drove slowly back to Granny's diner, carefully keeping her mind from the details of the dream while she contemplated the dream itself.

It was Emma's dream which meant that Regina had been trapped into what Emma had dreamed of her doing. Right? There was no way that Regina was able to control her dream self even if she remembered very distinctly the touch, feel, and taste of the blonde woman she'd made love to. Regina slammed on her brakes at the last thought nearly causing a traffic accident. She ignored the horns and angry shouts from the cars behind her as well as the curious glances people threw her way as she sat in the middle of the street dumbfounded.

With a renewed vigor, Regina stomped the gas and her car lurched forward as she headed to the church. She didn't know if Tinkerbell would be there but she hoped Blue's reputation for following tradition and duty would see the green fairy there with the rest of the fairies as they opened the food bank and prepared for their upcoming spring charity drives. She parked across three parking spaces and quickly rushed towards the church, leaving her door open and her car on.

"Tinkerbell!" Regina shouted as she entered the building, causing every eye to turn her way. At the sight of a frantic mayor, most of the fairies quickly found other places to be leaving the green fairy exposed and snoring as she curled up asleep on a bench. Regina poked her in the side and loudly said her name once more causing the fairy to blink blearily before her eyes fell on Regina's.

"Regina!" she said straightening up abruptly and banging her head against the mayor's. "Ow, sorry about that."

"Damn it, Tink. You're coming with me," Regina said, hauling the fairy to her feet and dragging her towards her car.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Blue shouted indignantly from behind them but Regina only flipped her off before throwing the green fairy in her car and climbing in after her. Tinkerbell tried the passenger door and Regina smirked.

"Child locks are on," she said, her voice deadly but laced with stress. It was the stress that quieted Tinkerbell's struggles as she turned to look at Regina in concern. "Take it back," Regina said, biting her lip in nervousness.

"I can't," Tinkerbell said in a small voice, knowing instantly to what Regina was referring. "It must be pretty bad. I've never seen you so upset."

"Bad? You don't know the half of it."

"So she IS plotting against you? That bitch." Tinkerbell thrust her fist against her palm as she fumed.

"What? No. Why didn't you tell me I'd be pulled into her dreams as well?" Tinkerbell looked at Regina in confusion causing the brunette to lose her patience. "Your fairy dust should come with a user's booklet! I... I don't want to hear anymore. I got pulled into her dream. Why did you grant that stupid wish?" Regina banged her head on the steering wheel causing the horn to give off an abrupt honk and drawing attention to the two. Tinkerbell waved casually and smiled at their onlookers, hoping to reassure them that she was not falling victim to the Evil Queen. She definitely didn't want to have to answer for this or explain.

"It doesn't work that way," she said slowly. "You can't be pulled into Emma's dreams. That requires a deeper connection than I think you're even capable of." Regina glared at her balefully from where her head continued to rest of the steering wheel.

"Well then please explain why I was subjected to Ms. Swan's... dream?" At Tinkerbell's confused expression Regina sighed. "Just, take it back. Do whatever you need to do to reverse it."

"I can't," Tinkerbell said quietly, fear lacing the words as she cowered against the door. Who knew that she would die on such a beautiful spring morning? She closed her eyes and prepared for death. When it didn't come she cracked an eye and saw Regina staring at her in shock.

"What..."

"You have to fulfill the terms of the dust. I granted your wish to see what it was Emma was up to, so you could find out what she was after, what she wanted. Until you figure that out, you can't get rid of it."

"Oh, I see." Regina said breathlessly. She could find no way out of this. If Emma continued to sing jalapeno songs in her head then she may never know what it was the woman was up to. Although... the dreams weren't too bad. Regina squeezed her eyes shut as she ruthlessly squelched the thought. "Get out," Regina said, releasing the child locks. Tinkerbell sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry, Regina. I thought I was doing you a favor."

"I know," Regina said quietly and looked up, managing a warm smile for the fairy. "Thank you."

Regina didn't know how she managed to drive to Granny's with no accidents. Tinkerbell's words were bouncing around in her head and she could see no way out of her dilemma short of asking Emma straight out. She figured she may end up having to go to Gold for help and the thought alone was enough to sicken her.

She was relieved to see that Emma was not in the diner. Regina had most likely missed her since she was running late this morning due to her impromptu visit with Tinkerbell. She slid into a chair at the bar and realized after a few moments that Ruby was trying to get her attention.

"Sorry?"

"I asked if you were having the usual. Are you okay, Madame Mayor?" Regina looked up into the girl's eyes and nodded.

"I'm fine. Actually I'd just like a coffee, if you will."

The bell over the door jingled and Ruby threw a warm smile that way as she walked away to fill Regina's order. Regina knew who it was before she turned around but that still didn't stop her heart from pounding almost out of her chest as a single thought hit her with the force of an explosion.

She so gorgeous sitting with the sun splashing across her hair and bringing out the amber in her eyes.

"Ms. Swan," Regina said in greeting, hoping her increased heart rate and damp hands weren't visible to the blonde. She turned and her breath caught in her throat. Emma, simply put, looked as though she had been ravished the night before. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips plump, her skin glowing. Pheromones flowed from the blonde like honey from a comb and Regina felt her own body respond as heat uncoiled in her belly like a bolt of lightning.

"Before you say anything, Regina, I'm not late. I had a weird call I had to go to first thing. I'm just grabbing some coffee."

"Was everything okay?" Regina asked, turning to look down at the bar in front of her as Emma slid in beside her. She could feel Emma's surprise as well as hear it in her thoughts at the question and the attempt at small talk .

Something has to be wrong. I wish she'd talk to me.

"Yes. The problem had corrected itself before I even got there." At Regina's questioning look she continued. "Apparently a car stopped in the middle of traffic but it was gone when I got there." Regina cleared her throat and looked up as Ruby approached her. As the wolf gave her an odd look, Regina knew Ruby could hear her heart thundering and in her chest. She quickly threw payment on the counter as she slid off the stool. She thought her heart was going to beat completely out of her chest when Emma stopped her mid-reach for her coffee with a soft touch on her arm.

When she looks at me from under her lashes like that it's all I can do to not kiss her senseless.

"Ms. Swan, please, if you need something text or call me. I really need to go." Regina hated the breathless tone of her voice and she could feel Ruby's watchful eyes on her. However, the feel of Emma's hand on her arm held her in place as though she were pinned under a mountain.

She just said please. I want to fuck her over and over while she begs me for more.

Emma shook her head as Regina fought the urge to throw herself into the blonde's arms. She licked her lips and Emma's eyes followed the tip of her tongue as though hypnotized under Regina's spell.

Focus, Emma, stop thinking about your dream and think about Regina. Isn't that what I'm doing? Fuck, she felt so good and she was so wild... no, no, no. Something is wrong and you need to FOCUS. Stop thinking about the way your hands looked tangled in her hair as she went down on you like-

"Emma!" Emma looked at Regina in surprise and Regina realized she had used the woman's first name. "I need... you can... appointment. Or call. No! Don't call. Text. Don't... I'm going." As Regina fled she realized she had forgotten her coffee but she was damned if she were going back inside and putting herself next to Emma Swan.

Chapter 5: When is a door not a door?

Regina paced the length of her office. She realized she was wringing her hands and a wry smile lifted her lips. Only Emma Swan had ever been able to get this reaction from her and Regina was unsure how to handle it. Plus, she also felt as though she had taken advantage of Emma even though it was Emma's dream. Should she feel guilty? She knew she should say something to Emma but how on earth does one go about approaching THAT particular conversation?

"How indeed?" Regina muttered then clawed the air in surprise when a voice answered.

"I was asking myself the same thing." Regina turned and came face to face with none other than Emma Swan. The blonde was watching her with a quizzical expression and Regina felt a moment of awe as she realized that Emma was someone who truly watched and listened without her mind cluttering up what her senses were telling her. Fascinating.

"Ms. Swan! Do you make a habit of sneaking up on people?" Emma tilted her head with a small smile and Regina found herself getting lost in Emma's beautiful green eyes. Emma's smile widened with her gorgeous smile and Regina found she was returning Emma's smile.

I don't know what I did to get Regina Mills to smile at me like that but I hope I keep doing it.

Regina turned her head shyly and looked at her desk, her fingertips trailing the edge.

"I'm sorry to drop in unannounced but I wanted to see if you'd like to go to the meeting together." Regina's eyes widened as her mouth formed a surprised 'o'. She had completely forgotten about the council meeting! With a groan, she sat in her seat and dropped her head on the desk.

I've never seen Regina so... space cadet! It's like her mind is completely on something else... or someone. Has she met someone...?

Emma's amusement then prompt feelings of jealousy were palpable through her thoughts. Regina quickly stood and grabbed her briefcase, jamming several random file folders into it. She was thankful that she was always prepared a week ahead of time and just hoped that she could make it through the meeting without embarrassing herself. Regina quickly shoved aside her conflicted feelings about Emma and moved towards the door.

"Coming, Ms. Swan?"

Oh, I wish, Madame Mayor. I wish I was cumming all over your pretty, little mouth.

Regina missed a step and fell into the door, closing it just as she began pulling it open. A soft whoosh of air left her lips and she heard Emma's surprised laugh behind her.

"Not another word, Ms. Swan, if you value your life." Regina strode down the hall, chin up and head held high. She looked completely poised and in control- now if only she could stop the burning in her cheeks.

She entered the conference room and was surprised to find that she and Emma were the last two to arrive. Regina usually arrived twenty minutes early and she supposed she had begun to take for granted that the others followed her lead and arrived at least ten minutes early. She quietly plugged in her thumb drive and loaded the councils agenda which projected onto a large screen behind her. Her eyes lifted and fell immediately on Emma's who was watching her intently.

Regina tuned out Emma's thoughts as best she could as she launched into the meeting. She was thankful that Emma was, as usual, playing angry birds during the meeting. The only thoughts that crept across her mind were random curse words and mental snarls aimed at chuckling pigs. As Regina took her seat as the town's construction engineer rose, she realized a second too late that as the last two to arrive, she and Emma were seated directly beside one another.

Emma locked her phone and leaned forward with her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as Marco rambled on about preparations needed to face the coming storm season. Regina nodded appropriately and watched raptly as he clumsily flicked through his power point presentation. Her eyes barely widened as Emma's thoughts began to climb her carefully constructed walls and intrude on her own thoughts.

I wonder if Regina bites her lip like that on purpose because she knows how fucking sexy it is. It makes me want to very bad things to her.

Regina abruptly stopped biting her lip and pretended to take some notes. Marco seemed nervous and pleased that the mayor was taking such interest in his presentation. He stood a little straighter and brushed imaginary hair out of his eyes as he continued.

I wish I'd gotten a chance to touch her in my dream last night. Oh my god, that dream... it was so realistic. I swear it felt like I was physically in that dream. One minute I'm dreaming and the next I feel like I'm being pulled into my dream and I wake up and there she is looking at me like she can't believe we were there making love. Making...? Yes. Wow, I even have intimacy problems in my own head.

Regina watched out of the corner of her eyes as Emma's head fell forward into her hands, her palms covering her eyes momentarily. She leaned back in her chair and Regina did the same. She refused to acknowledge to herself that she wanted to see Emma, but that's exactly what it was. If she could see Emma while hearing her thoughts it was as though they were sharing a very intimate conversation.

I wish you'd touched me too,Regina thought, surprised at how much she craved the blonde's hands on her. She wished Emma could hear her thoughts like she could hear the blonde's. At least then Regina would maybe be able to make heads or tails out what she was feeling herself.

Regina stood when Marco finished and nodded politely as he took his seat. She turned to the screen and began outlining what the city needed to do to prepare for Marco's repairs and maintenance. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as Emma's thoughts caressed her and caused her to stumble over her words.

God, her ass looks fantastic in that skirt. I bet it feels exactly how it looks... tight, firm, and very bite-able. I bet if I spanked her it would barely move at all. And that skirt should be illegal. Seriously. I want to kneel beneath her desk and slide my head up under her skirt and make her scream my name. Yeah, that's definitely an image for the spank bank. I wonder what she thinks about when she masturbates.

As Emma began picturing Regina masturbating in vivid detail, Regina nearly squeaked as she called the meeting to an end. The other councilmen and women looked at one another in confusion as it was obvious that Regina had nine more slides to go. However, no one was going to argue with her and they gladly fled the room wondering what had distracted the mayor so much.

Emma, ever oblivious that everyone had left except her and Regina, stared at the screen completely lost in her own thoughts. Regina took a moment to watch Emma as Emma's thoughts chased across her mind.

"Ms. Swan, it is very obvious you aren't paying attention as the meeting ended five minutes ago." Emma jerked in her seat and peered quickly around the room. A blush rose in her cheeks as she cleared her throat.

Fuck. Busted.

"Guess I'm busted."

"I don't think anyone actually expects you to pay attention, and we are all better off without your attempts at presenting."

Why does she always have to be a bitch to me?

"Why do you always have to be such a bitch to me?" Emma asked. Regina was a little thrown that Emma's words were following directly with her thoughts. She'd never known anyone who spoke their mind the way Emma Swan did. It was too good to be true. Her eyes narrowed at the thought. Maybe Tinkerbell and Emma were working together and this was an elaborate hoax to pull one over on her.

"Do I need any other reasons than the ones you've with which you've already provided me?" Regina kept her tone cool and unconcerned as she finished packing her briefcase. She felt a momentary pang of regret at the disappointment that washed across Emma's face before it was hidden behind green eyes that regarded her warily.

Why in the world do I want so badly to be your happy ending? It's like the thing you enjoy the most is putting me down and making me feel inferior.

Regina stopped in mid-step and turned abruptly to face Emma who had just opened her mouth to retort. The blonde snapped her lips together so quickly her teeth clicked as her anger bled into a look of curiosity as Regina held out her hand silencing whatever Emma was going to say.

"Ms. Swan, I apologize for snapping at you. The last few days have been completely overwhelming, even more so because I inadvertently asked for it, so to speak."

Asked for it? I swear if someone has hurt her they will be digging pieces of his body out of the bay.

"Want to talk about it? I'm a really good listener." Regina sighed and took a seat across from Emma at the table. Now would be the perfect opportunity to tell Emma the truth, but she couldn't exactly figure out where to start.

"I made a wish and Tinkerbell was drunk and granted it," Regina mumbled causing Emma to lean forward to hear her better. The blonde smelled like vanilla and sunshine and Regina barely bit back the groan of want that rose in her throat.

"I didn't think fairies granted the wishes of adults?"

If they did you'd be in bed with me right this minute and I'd be inside of you, looking down into your eyes, and telling you how much I...

Regina's eyes widened and her mouth fell open as Emma's thoughts trailed off. Emma was watching her with her brow crinkled in confusion but Regina couldn't move as the weight of Emma's words settled on her heart. Emma looked down at the table and Regina knew the blonde was trying to collect her thoughts- clearly she had surprised even herself.

"How much you what, Emma?" she breathed and Emma looked up in surprise.

"Wh-what?" Emma asked in surprise, her green eyes widening further as Regina leaned across the table. Regina closed her eyes as her lips brushed across Emma's with the lightest of touches. Emma gasped against her lips and Regina could feel the heat between the two growing rapidly into an inferno. Emma's lips felt exactly as they had in her dream and Regina desperately wanted more.

She kissed me. She. Kissed. Me. Is this happening? Don't blow this, Emma, please, calm your tits and keep your shit together. Is this really happening?

Emma brushed her fingers across Regina's cheek as she leaned further into Regina, her lips pressing against the brunette's as her tongue slid slowly across the mayor's plump bottom lip. Regina's breath caught in a ragged gasp in her throat and she felt as though the room had begun to spin. She began to deepen the kiss as her hands slid into Emma's blonde curls, pulling the woman further across the table and into her.

A throat cleared behind them and Emma opened her eyes to see the sudden panic take over Regina's features. She grabbed her briefcase and fled, murmuring a breathy goodbye to her secretary who stood in the doorway looking as though she wished she were anywhere but here.

Regina practically ran to her car. She felt as though she were hyperventilating. She had been caught kissing Emma Swan. KISSING EMMA SWAN! What was she thinking?! Things had progressed to the point that they were out of her control and she completely blamed the libidinous Ms. Swan and her heady, romance novel thoughts. How could she let herself lose control like that? When it came down to it, Regina had been the one to make the first move with no outwards provocation by the sheriff. Regina pulled into her driveway and hid her head in her hands.

Her phone buzzed and Regina gave it a cursory glance, her heart leaping in her throat and her attention zeroing in on the item as the phone flashed a new message alert from Emma Swan. With shaking hands, Regina opened the message and read it quickly before re-reading it again at a slower pace.

Can we talk about what happened?

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No.

-Regards, R. Mills

You looked so freaked out. Did you get home ok?

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Yes.

-Regards, R. Mills

Thank you.

-Regards, R. Mills

Sarah won't say anything. And, hey, it's ok.

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It isn't "ok", Ms. Swan. I don't know what I was thinking.

-Regards, R. Mills

Maybe that's your problem. You overthink everything.

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I don't need your psychoanalysis. Emphasis on the psycho.

-Regards, R. Mills

Enjoy your evening, Madame Mayor...

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Regina read back through the texts and wanted to kick herself. Why must she always be so hateful to Emma? She knew herself well enough it was her defense mechanism, but if she let herself realize that then she'd have to wonder why she felt such a pressing need to protect herself from Emma Swan. Sweet, gorgeous, sexy, wonderful Emma Swan. Impulsively, she sent a text back to Emma as she walked to her house and unlocked the front door.

I'd enjoy it more if you were here.

-Regards, R. Mills

"Mom! What's for dinner?" Henry quickly greeted her as he flew down the stairs. She kissed the top of his head and walked towards the kitchen as he rambled about his day to her. Regina loved this time of the day when he shared his day and his thoughts. She wouldn't trade these moments for anything and cherished them even more now that she shared them with Emma.

"How was your day, mom?" He asked, his eyes so like Emma's looking up innocently into her own. Regina sighed and held the counter as she looked down at him.

"Henry, how would you feel if I started seeing someone?" Henry stared at her, his face alternating between disgust at his mom's personal life and concern.

"I... I guess it depends on who it is. I mean, if he isn't nice to you or doesn't like me..." his voice trailed off.

"And what if..." she cleared her throat and took a sip of her wine as she quickly stirred dinner.

"What if...?" Henry prompted her as he began gathering plates and silverware to set the table.

"What if I'm interested in... in a woman?" Her voice was soft and she couldn't face her son as she let her words sink in.

"If she's nice to you and likes me I don't care if you see her," Henry said. "Why do you think I would care?" Regina eyes filled with pride and tears as she leaned down to hug her son to her. She would never be able to explain to him how precious and wonderful she thought he was in that moment.

"Thank you, Henry," she said, planting a kiss on his forehead and staring tearily into his eyes. He smiled at her with the same lopsided smile Emma had given her that morning, and Regina felt her heart turn over in her chest.

"It's Emma, isn't it," he stated matter-of-factually and Regina felt like an actor on one of those comedic cartoons whose jaw hits the floor they are so taken off guard.

"Wh-what? Why would you think that?" Her voice was faint and she felt lightheaded. Her hands fumbled for a stool and Henry helped her to her seat before moving to stir her sauce before it burned.

"You look at her like Emma looks at you. I honestly didn't think you'd realize you liked her for a long time. Archie says I shouldn't say anything but let you come to it yourself. He said that if you didn't recognize it in yourself then no one would be able to get you to see it and it could have a reverse psychology effect, or something like that."

"You're a pretty special kid, you know that?" Regina said when she found her voice again. Henry nodded and lifted the whisk from the sauce.

"I think it's ready." Regina nodded and served their plates, following Henry into the dining room. He rambled on about P.E. and Regina listened with half an ear, her mind still whirling from the talk she had with him in the kitchen.

"Does Emma know?" he asked suddenly and Regina looked at him in surprise.

"I haven't said anything outright, but I think she has an idea," Regina said, thinking back to the text she'd sent earlier. Her cheeks flushed and Henry rolled his eyes as he watched her.

"Emma is slow, mom. You're going to have to spell it out for her." Regina burst out laughing at her son's comments. "It's true! You know I'm right." She shook her head as they cleared the table. "I'm going up to my room. You should call her or something." He ran up the stairs and Regina felt her heart skip a beat as she heard the distinctive sound of one foot missing a step before he made it to the second landing. He beamed over the railing at her looking so much like Emma before running into his room and closing the door.

Chapter 5: Sanity is all in the perception of the person

Regina found her phone and debated not reading Emma's response to her earlier text. She still couldn't believe she had sent that text and she reaffirmed to herself why she thought texting was so dangerous and impersonal. Her mind changed somewhat as she read Emma's response.

I promise you that you would definitely enjoy it.

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Promises, promises.

-Regards, R. Mills

You're killing me here. I'm seriously about to die right now from want.

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What exactly do you want, Ms. Swan?

-Regards, R. Mills

Back to Ms. Swan, are we? And I think you know.

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I need you to tell me.

-Regards, R. Mills

Why don't I come whisper it in your ear tonight?

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You don't think this is moving too quickly?

-Regards, R. Mills

I feel like I've waited my entire life for this moment.

=who saves the saviour=

Regina's breath caught at Emma's words. She traced her fingers over the words on her screen as she felt another wall around her heart crumble at Emma Swan's feet. She had the thought that she should slow down and think things through, that until a few days ago Emma Swan wasn't even on her radar but she knew that wasn't true. Regina had wanted the sheriff for a long time, if she were honest with herself. She'd wanted her so long and so much that her son had picked up on it and confided it to his therapist.

How good are you at climbing trees and trellises?

-Regards, R. Mills

See you tonight at 11.

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Regina was filled with nervous energy for the rest of the evening. Henry stayed in his room reading until his bedtime at nine thirty. He'd asked Regina if she had gotten in touch Emma and when she responded that she had he gave her a knowing smile and promised to fall asleep as quickly as he could. Before she left his room he hugged her and told her that he would be very happy if she and Emma were together but she shouldn't feel pressured to do that because he wanted it to happen. Regina felt so much love for him that she nearly squeezed him in half with a bone crushing hug.

"Mom, my esophagus," he rasped and she released him with a laugh.

"How did you get so wise?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't Emma," he said jokingly and they both shared a smile. Regina chuckled as she tucked him in, luxuriating in the warmth of his smile as he wished her a goodnight. As she closed his door she heard him humming to himself and she rolled her eyes. Like mother, like son. Emma seemed to always be humming some swatch of a song that Regina was quickly realizing she didn't know any of the words to.

Regina was sitting on her bed rubbing lotion onto her legs when she heard a thud on her balcony. She looked up to see Emma nervously crawling through her open window, her green eyes shining as the moonlight hit them. Regina had always thought Emma looked like a goddess in the sunlight, but she quickly changed her mind as she watched Emma in the moonlight.

"I wish I knew what that look on your face meant," Emma said softly, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"You are gorgeous," Regina whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "The moonlight on your hair and glinting in your eyes makes you look as ethereal as an angel."

As the silence stretched between them Regina had a sudden realization. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Emma looked at her with an expression of mixed surprise and wonder.

"I know what you want," Regina said timidly and Emma stepped forward.

"Am I that hard to read, Regina?" she asked, laughing softly as she stepped out of her boots and left them by the window.

"I'm not always the most observant person," Regina said with a wry chuckle. "Our son informed me tonight that he has known for quite some time that I like you."

"You do? He knows?" Emma's eyes widened, and Regina shyly reached out and took her hands.

"I... spoke with him about how he'd feel if I began seeing someone. He instantly knew I meant you."

"He's a very smart kid and very intuitive." Emma smiled shyly as her thumb traced patterns on the backs of Regina's hands. "You want to begin seeing me?" Her smile widened even further and Regina felt as if she could lose herself in Emma's expressions.

"Emma, I need to be honest with you." Regina watched as Emma seemed to pull into herself. She took a deep breath and sent a wish out into the universe that everything remained as intensely beautiful as the moment they were sharing right now.

"Please don't break my heart before we've even started," Emma said, looking down at their clasped hands. Regina brought their twined hands to her lips and kissed Emma's hand tenderly. The words struck a chord in Regina and she felt her heart crying out the same words Emma had just uttered.

"Remember I told you I'd made a wish?" At Emma's nod, Regina continued. "I wished that I knew what you were thinking because I was convinced you were up to something. In hindsight, I realize that I was grasping at straws to explain why I was so obsessed with you."

"And your wish came true?" Regina nodded and watched as Emma understood what she was saying.

"You were able to read my mind?"

"Well, I could hear your thoughts. I never actually tried to read your mind... I tried to get Tink to take it back, but she said the only way to break the spell was to know the answer to my question."

"Which was?"

"What it is that you want."

"And now you know that I want you- above anything else, I crave you." Emma's words were spoken so softly Regina could barely hear them. She realized in that moment that she was terrified Emma would change her mind about her and she began babbling, trying desperately to avoid the rejection she feared was coming.

"I didn't truly mean the wish. I didn't know Tinkerbell had granted it until the next day when I heard your thoughts and they threw me for quite a loop. I've never had someone think of me the way you do- did- and I didn't know how to react. Hearing your thoughts was as if you had held up a mirror to my own and I didn't know how to handle any of it." Regina's voice trailed off as Emma held her finger over her lips, mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Madame Mayor, I am positive that I am not the first person who aches to bend you over and fuck you senseless." Regina's eyes widened and she gasped at the words. "And I am positive I am not the first person to fall head over heels for you." Regina swore that it felt like Emma's words were directly linked to how hard her heart was pounding.

"You are the only one I want," Regina whispered, her eyes closing against the intensity of her emotions.

"Open your eyes, let me see you," Emma commanded gently, and Regina slowly blinked her eyes open. Was it possible to actually get lost in someone's eyes? As she fell into the shimmering mix of greens and blues in Emma's eyes she thought that perhaps she could spend a lifetime sorting out the flecks of color and emotion that stared soulfully back into her own.

Regina kept her eyes open as Emma leaned forward and connected their lips, her kiss as gentle as the sheriff's heart. Regina felt as though her feelings were too much, that she would drown in the waves of desire and emotion that poured through her with warmth and acceptance. As Emma settled onto the bed with Regina she pulled the mayor into her lap and Regina was surprised at the strength in the blonde's arms. Emma settled Regina across her legs, the brunette's shins resting to either side of the blonde's jean clad legs. Emma moaned softly as her hands crept towards Regina's heat and Regina looked down their bodies to watch as Emma's hand stroked her inner thigh.

With shaking hands, Regina tugged off Emma's white t-shirt, marveling at the smooth, sun kissed skin. Emma wasn't pale, but rather a warm sun kissed peaches and cream, her skin radiating health. Regina splayed her hands against Emma's chest, admiring the difference of their skin tones as her fingers slowly slid down to knead the perky mounds of Emma's breasts.

"Regina," Emma sighed against her shoulder as her head fell forward, her body convulsing against Regina's touches. Regina realized she was rolling her hips into Emma, causing the other woman's hand to slide further up her thigh and stroke the wet gusset of her red tanga.

Regina slowly slid her hand over Emma's stomach causing the taut muscles there to jump at her touch before sliding down to take Emma's hand that was stroking teasingly against her lace covered sex. Emma's forehead moved on Regina's shoulder as the blonde shifted to watch Regina take Emma's fingers and move them beneath the fabric to slide against the wet heat of her sex. Both women moaned as Emma's fingertips danced lightly over Regina's clitoris. Regina's hand slid down to hold Emma's forearm and she bit her lip as the blonde's muscles tightened and rolled with the movements of her fingers.

"Touch me," Regina begged, her breath hot on Emma's ear before she licked and sucked the soft lobe between her teeth and nipped lightly. "Emma, yes," she encouraged with a throaty groan, rolling her hips forward to meet Emma's penetrating fingers. The blonde breathed out harshly as her other arm wrapped around Regina, holding her tightly as she pushed inside, her fingers pumping hard and slow. Regina rocked against Emma, taking the other woman's fingers deep inside of her with every roll of her hips. She threw her head back and Emma quickly claimed her throat with her lips and teeth as her fingers curled to rub over the sweet spot inside Regina.

Her legs trembling, back arched, head thrown back, one hand tightening on Emma's arm, the other resting behind her on Emma's thigh as she rolled her hips hard into Emma's hand, Regina cried out as her orgasm tore through her body. Emma's sucked her nipple wetly through her black silk nightgown, her teeth scraping and nipping the hard bud as Emma showed no sign of stopping, but instead pushed inside Regina harder and faster. Regina leaned forward, throwing her arms around the blonde and panting into her ear as her nails raked the blonde's back.

"God, yes, Regina," the blonde growled, flexing her back into Regina's nails as her thumb found Regina's clitoris and began rubbing. Her questing fingers thrust wildly inside as Emma fucked her with abandon, the action sending Regina over the edge once more.

"Fuck, oh fuck, yes! Emma!" Regina screamed her pleasure before sinking her teeth into the blonde's shoulder to quiet her cries of release as she lost control of her body, bucking and spasming against Emma with the intensity of her orgasm.

Regina's body was so sensitive, and it seemed as if Emma could read her mind as her movements slowed to a stop, her fingers resting inside Regina's tightly clenching walls. Regina turned her head into Emma's neck, her panting breaths moving the curls at Emma's ear.

"That was..." Emma began, her voice filled with awe and hunger.

"Amazing." Regina finished, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face and lit her eyes. Emma turned to look at the brunette, her own smile lighting the room and setting off fireworks inside Regina's heart.

Emma ran her free hand lightly down Regina's sweat slicked back, her lips spreading kisses across the brunette's shoulders and collarbones. Regina carefully unfastened Emma's bra and threw it to the side, her eyes widening as she licked her lips. She pushed Emma backwards onto the bed and jumped as Emma's fingers slid out from inside her, splashing her thighs with the evidence of how hard she had cum. Regina watched Emma bring her fingers to her lips and suck them inside her mouth, her eyes closing as she savored Regina's taste. Regina blushed hotly at the action and slid from Emma's lap, her blush deepening at the wet stain across Emma's jeans. Emma leaned up on her elbows and smirked down at her lap.

"Nothing says thank you like a wet spot like that."

"Ms. Swan!" Regina gasped in shock, her blush reaching the tips of her ears. Emma's smile widened at Regina's high pitched gasp. She raised an eyebrow as one hand slid forward and began to unbutton her own jeans.

"That's not the name you screamed out when you came," she said teasingly as she released the last button. Regina was mesmerized by the sight, the blush on her face quickly turning into a flush of desire as Emma slid the jeans over her hips and down her long, toned legs. As she kicked them off her feet, Regina grabbed the blonde's pink thong and slid it off.

Emma was completely bare, her swollen lips smooth and glistening with her desire. Regina licked her lips in anticipation and knelt on the floor, pulling Emma's hips to the edge of the bed. Emma tangled her fingers in Regina's hair as Regina slid her tongue over the smooth expanse of her mons, the breathy gasp barely audible pleas for Regina to give her release.

Regina threw one of Emma's legs over her shoulder and pushed the other back until Emma's knee hit her own chest as she opened Emma to her hot gaze. Her eyes raked over the pink flesh before settling on the tight hole that dripped desire in a wet smear over her thighs and down to the rise of her bum. Regina ran her tongue from Emma's bottom to the top of Emma's slit, her tongue dipping and teasing both holes in passing. Emma jumped at the contact, her thighs tightening and Regina quickly sucked Emma's clitoris between her lips and lavished it with slow, hard licks.

She brought her hand between then and grazed the sensitive ridge of Emma's forbidden entrance before sliding two fingers just inside Emma's sex, curling both in a come hither, scissoring motion. As Emma began writhing on the bed and turning her head to moan loudly into her arm, Regina let her pinky slide up to the first knuckle in Emma's darker entrance. Emma jerked at the sudden explosion of pleasure but slowly relaxed into Regina's ministrations.

Emma began tightening against her fingers, her hand tangled in Regina's hair forcing Regina's tongue hard against her. Regina could feel the fluttering first around her pinky as it barely moved inside the tight entrance. The fluttering quickly spread to Emma's pussy which pulsed and clenched hard against Regina's curling fingers. Regina quickly slid her pinky from Emma before pushing her fingers deep, hard, and fast into the orgasmic woman. She stood and leaned forward as Emma leaned up, their lips clashing together in heated chorus of moans and cries of passion as Emma tilted forward full speed into another orgasm before the first had finished.

"I c-can't!" Emma gasped, sliding away from Regina and curling her body into a fetal position as spasms of pleasure wracked her body. Regina curled up behind her but Emma was so sensitive she quickly batted away Regina's soothing hands. Regina chuckled causing Emma to huff as she fought to get her breathing and heart rate under control.

"That was..." Regina searched for the right word.

"Epic." Emma finished before hiding her face against the bed and giggling. Regina curled around the blonde and leaned forward to kiss her neck and cheek, her smile feeling as though it would split her face. "I've never... before... done that." Regina felt her stomach clench with fear, afraid she'd overstepped her boundaries with Emma.

"Are you okay?" Regina asked, trying to ask all her questions with those simple three words and relaxed as Emma nodded emphatically.

"Sleepy now," she answered with a yawn, pulling Regina's arm tighter around her and wiggling so her body touched Regina's everywhere. Regina rose causing Emma to protest, and she quickly lifted the silk over her head and grabbed a folded blanket at the foot of her bed. She spread it over them before quickly claiming her place as Emma snuggled closer to her, purring contentedly as Regina's breasts pushed into her back.

"I'm glad you got your wish," Emma said shyly as she turned and looked sleepily into Regina's questioning eyes. "When your wish was granted, so was mine." As Emma turned over and went to sleep, her head resting back against Regina's chest and arm, Regina allowed herself to recognize her true feelings, happiness and- dare she admit it?- love. As she fell asleep she decided she would send Tinkerbell a gift basket tomorrow along with an edible bouquet as she knew the green fairy couldn't resist fruit or chocolate. It was the least she could do for granting her wish and allowing her to recognize that her happy ending was directly in front of her.