AN: ugh, I just wrote for 3 hours straight to get this finished. Who needs sleep? No beta for this story, so any errors I apologize, but it happens. Cringe and keep reading lol. This chapter's better. It's longer and less miserable. So glad you guys are enjoying the story! Thank you for all the amazing reviews and such. They fuel me, and I really appreciate it.

Snow was talking too much.

Both her and Regina were sitting at the diner, have a lunch that the former queen was unexpectantly invited to, and it was only for the lack of nothing else to occupy a hour that made her agree. Perhaps she could find her step-daughter distracting from this last week, but it was proving doubtful, because Regina's eyes were catching on Neal sitting beside her, engrossed in his coloring book as Snow chatted on and on. Her son was at the age when he was almost a child, the stage of being a toddler dwindling into something more developed, full of personality and attitude. It reminded Regina of Henry when he was at that age, which reminded her of the torture of this week, which caused her to think about what she desperately wanted not to.

A week ago, when Regina all but kicked Henry out of her bed and her room, and a hour later Emma was calling her, saying that Henry had walked over to her house. It was nearly a two mile walk in the middle of the night, and he was upset but not talking, and regina, what happened? So she told the Sherriff nothing but what was needed to say. They got into a fight about Robin, he should probably stay with you for a little while, and Emma sounded so tired but understanding.

A week and Regina hasn't spoken to him. She tried a few times, but he wouldn't allow it, still hurt and avoiding her, so she thought she could give him space. But the sudden and angry distance between the two of them was apparent to everyone in the family. They all heard about the fight, almost all of the town knew about the night at the bar, so here Snow was inviting her out and talking too much. And Regina had stopped pretending to listen to what she was saying for the last ten minutes.

"Regina."

Henry had soccer practice today, and usually she would be in the stands, watching over him protectively.

"Regina." Snow said her name again, louder this time, and it shook her out of her thoughts.

"What?" She snapped, maybe a little too harshly, but the younger woman didn't seem deterred.

"You've hardly said a word since we've sat down." Her voice was softer and understanding, and it caused Regina to let out a small sigh of frustration.

"Let's not pretend you don't enjoy the sound of your own voice, dear."

Snow smirked and Regina glared.

"Are you and Henry still—"

"I don't want to talk about him." She interrupted, warning in her tone, and Snow put up her hands in mock surrender. A long moment of silence passed between them, Regina looking down at her barely touched salad, until Snow spoke again.

"Um, well, you might be able to talk to him."

Regina looked up at that, and saw her sight distracted somewhere past her shoulder.

"Because he just walked in the door."

The Mayor turned quickly to look at the entrance her back was facing from the booth where they sat, seeing Henry stumble on his steps a bit when the two of them make eye contact. His surprise was short lived, and quickly replace with an angry disinterest as he looked away, but still he walked over to the their table. Regina kept her eyes on him the entire time, as Snow greeted him far too happily and much too loudly.

This week had been hell for Regina, as much as it had been from Henry. She was missing him fiercely, missing everything about him, down to just the simple sound of his voice, and when he finally did speak it was like relief and torture all at the same time.

"Ma said you'd be here." He spoke only to Snow, looked only at her, and Regina felt her hands ball up in fists in her lap. "She wanted me to stop by and let you know her and David had to answer a call. He probably won't be back before dinner." His voice was cold and quiet, and as he talked, Regina look him over. He had just gotten back from his practice, it was obvious from the jersey he was still wearing over jeans that he always changed into afterwards. His hair was a little wild, the sweat and exertion destroyed any product he had to keep it in place. Her eyes scanned over his body, his broad chest, the grass stains and dirt, a shining face from the hour he was out in the sun. God she missed him. Everything about him. Before her thoughts could go to the nights they spent together, as they always ended up going, she noticed the cut on his forearm, dirt mixed with a small amount of blood, making her eyebrows crease.

"You're hurt." Regina said abruptly, causing both him and Snow to stop their conversation and look at her. Regina held his gaze for a moment before she looked down to the cut. "Your arm is bleeding."

Henry looked down with her, lifting his arm to examine the mark, before shrugging and casting his gaze elsewhere.

"It's fine." He said with a cool tone.

"Still, you should probably go clean it up so it doesn't get infected." Snow interjected, always the mother that a person's supposed to be. Regina couldn't stop looking at his face, and a pain shot in her heart as he glanced at her with a witheringly angry look before giving an offhanded 'fine', and made his way to the bathrooms.

And Regina just couldn't stand it anymore. This week had been hell, and she couldn't stand the way he looked at her, like he did when he was young and she was just the 'evil queen' to him. Blaming her for lying to him, for shutting him out. And she was doing it all over again, but she couldn't go through that a second time. She needed him too much.

A few moments was all she could bare, before she was softly excusing herself, and Snow just nodded understanding as Regina followed after Henry and into the men's restroom. She opened the heavy door and scanned the surroundings quickly to make sure he was alone, before closing it gently behind her and then bolted the lock. He watched her from the single sink in this two stall space, watched her moves with an expressionless face, so she stayed by the door once it was locked.

"This is the men's room. I don't think you're allowed in here." He finally said without much of anything in his voice before looking back down at his arm and turning the faucet on.

"Yes, well of all my crimes, I doubt this one will make the front page." She started to move towards him as she spoke, standing next to the sink and reaching for his wounded limb, but he jerked away from her at the action.

"Here, let—"

"Don't touch me." There was an angry hiss in his voice, making her recoil.

She should give him space.

That's what she decided.

Just some time, and it would pass. The part of their relationship that was built on sex and lust would fade, and they could work at being real people again. As people should be.

Regina was never good at doing things she should do though, acting only on terrible instincts and desperate need. So, she walked around him and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser, as he unsuccessfully attempted to place his forearm under the running water.

"Henry, please. Just let me see ur arm." She pleaded softly, finally causing him to relent and turn sharply to lean his hips on the porcelain of the sink. She used to water to get the towels damp before shifting so that she was facing him. Gently, the wound got cleaned, Regina finding herself calmed by the soft stroking motions she used on his arm, and once all the dirt and blood was gone, the cut was much smaller, fully closed and certainly not deep enough to scar. They were both quiet and the tension was building around them, so she kept her head down and focused on the skin of his arm, his hand, his fingers, the paper towel tossed away and forgotten by then as she only used her fingers to trace the lines and muscles of his skin. She felt him looking at her, but didn't dare match his stare.

"I miss you." Regina whispered, almost as if she was saying it to herself.

"That's not fair." She looked up then, because his voice was so hurt and when their eyes met, she saw tears shining his.

She was undone by it, completely, all resolve destroyed by the look that she caused. She was hurting him.

This was because of her.

"I love you." Her hands reached his cheeks, and he didn't jerk away, but his eyes did.

"Not fair." Henry whispered.

Regina pulled his face to hers, kissing him softly. So softly, and so chaste, so much like the first time they kissed.

"I'm sorry." She breathed against his lips, leaning in for another kiss, soft and gentle, and he allowed it, barely kissing back. Then he started to respond to her gentle insistence, deepening it, tilting his head and standing straight and tall, causing her to bend her neck back a bit to keep them connected. The hands on his cheek moved to his hair, and as if it was some unspoken signal, he groaned into her mouth, moving his tongue past her lips and grabbing her hips to pull her against him.

They were both breathless when they finally pulled away, and Regina was glad that she had opted out of wearing lipstick today, Henry's lips red and swollen enough from the kiss as it was.

"I missed you." She repeated, one hand moving from the back of his neck down his chest. She knew they wouldn't be able to do much more than this, the space they were in was already far too dangerous and public. But she wanted to feel close to him, she wanted that connection back, even if all they could do was kiss to do it.

Apparently, Henry didn't want to limit himself though, because his hands on her hips gripped tighter, spinning them and pushing her lower back gently into the sink, and wasted no time at all to lean down into the crook of her neck, kissing and biting lightly, his tongue trailing against the skin and it made her shake and bite her lip.

"Did you miss me as your son?" He said against her neck, before pulling back up and looking at her. "Or did you miss me as a man?"

Regina hesitated. She wouldn't lie to him, not now, but she was afraid he wouldn't like her answer.

"Both." She replied after a deep breath. His eyes scanned over her face, studying her intensely, maybe picking up some of Emma's lie detector skills.

"It can be both." Henry finally said quietly, his hands moving up her hips and gently over her ribs, brushing the underside of her breast and Regina's eyelids fluttered a bit at the action.

"But you practically broke my heart last week." The anger was back and it sobered her a bit, his face growing hard.

"I'm sorry, Henry—" He stopped her apology by kissing her roughly, hard and demanding entrance into her mouth as soon as their lips met. She took a moment to catch up to his pace, as he pushed his body against hers, leaning her back slightly, but as soon as they were in sync with each other he was pulling back and trailing kisses against her jaw.

"Yeah, I know, it's just nothing but 'sorry' and 'this is wrong'…" His eyes were on hers again, and they were unforgiving and full of dark lust. She felt her stomach knot and she trembled from something that was most definitely not fear. "But I'm not going to do that again. If you want to be with me, than you have to be sure."

"I'm sure." Regina whispered, no hesitation this time, mostly because she was trapped in his eyes. Whether or not she was being honest, was something she would have to decide later.

"How sure?" Henry's hand moved down low and lower catching on the hem of her beige knee length dress, and she couldn't help but glance over at the door.

"Not here, someone will—"

"That doesn't sound very sure." He interrupted, moving his hand higher, the dress riding up with the action, because she was protesting but she wasn't stopping him, as his fingers traced along the top of her thigh.

"Baby…" She pleaded, though wasn't sure what exactly she was asking for, until his hand found its purchase between her legs, pushing against the lace and silk, and both of them could feel how wet she was already. Her hands reached behind her and grabbed at the sink firmly to keep her steady.

"That…" His eyes closed a moment, two fingers pushed against her and brushed her clit. "That feels pretty sure." Regina's hips jerked into his hand, and for a moment he moved with her, and her inhibitions faded slightly because he could get her there quickly, make her come undone fast, because this last week had been hell. She knew it wouldn't take long, and this position was easy to get out of if someone miraculously had the key to the bathroom door. She could make some excuse about how long it took them in here, just the two of them working out their differences—his fingers working against the material of her underwear—rolling his hand against her—

Suddenly he was pulling away from her, not just his hand but his whole body and she snapped to attention, looking at him confused.

"Turn around and bend over. Grab the sink." He ordered, in a way that was very much like an order.

Her inhibitions came back at the compromising position he wanted her in. They shouldn't have sex here. Not like this, not this dangerously. If they were to find them…

They would kill her for it.

So she didn't move from her stance, making him smirk at her and bring their bodies close, but barely touching. His hands moved back over her ribs, the back of his knuckles brushing against nipples he found instantly. The barely there touch nearly had her moaning, as she arched against the sensation.

"Come on mom, you know you want to." With a twist of his wrists he had her breasts in his hands, cupping and squeezing gently, leaning his face next to hers and whispering in her ear. "You've been missing me so bad, haven't you?"

She did moan at that, quiet and reserved, before pushing him back without force, but enough to get him to take a few paces back, before she immediately turned on her heels and bent over at the waist, her forearms resting on the sides of the sink and hands gripped the porcelain tightly.

Let them kill her for it. She didn't care anymore.

Regina even moved her legs farther apart, making her flush with the knowledge of just how wanton she looked. But Henry made no mention as she watched him through the small mirror that rested above the sink. He looked down at her in almost reverence, in awe and admiration. In love.

She felt hands move along her hips, exploring and caressing softly over curves before his fingers caught on the hem of her dress once more.

Regina gasped, and he paused.

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." She replied quietly and desperate. "Please…"

Henry started to pull her dress up once more, both hands inching under the material with spread fingers moving up back of her thighs.

"It wasn't nice, what you did." His voice was soft and distant, talking as he continued his movements, her dress pulled up and over the swell of her ass. "You dumped me, and for what?" Fingers gripped the flimsy material of her underwear, pulling them down and not stopping until she adjusted her weight and lifted one foot at a time so that he could take them off completely. She looked over her shoulder just long enough to see him shove them in his pocket, just long enough to see the erection through his jeans. She turned back around to face the mirror, looking at him through it, but his eyes were down to the newly exposed flesh. "Just so you could be begging for me a week later?"

His hands gripped her ass roughly, spreading her cheeks as he kneeled down behind her. Regina's head went down to rest against one of her arms and she wished she had something to bite to keep her from making any noises. Then Henry blew cool air along her folds all the way up to her puckered hole, causing her legs to shake and her hips push back slightly against the sensation.

His tongue was on her then, lightly and fleeting. Collecting the moisture on his tongue as it teased her folds, avoiding her clit altogether, and making her just gush more for him, and when his tongue moved higher, away from her pussy, he teased at her other hole, swiping at it only three times before Regina was whimpering quietly and lost in her own arousal.

"Stand up." Henry ordered abruptly, as he stood back up.

"What?" She asked breathlessly, dazed at the sudden lack of body heat from behind her. Then his hands pulled her dress back down to cover herself, and when she hesitated too long to follow his direction, his hand landed on her ass in a sharp smack, causing her to gasp and grip even tighter at the sink, already so turned on, and that absolutely did not help.

"I said stand up."

She did on shaky legs, making her grateful she had something to hold and keep her steady.

Finally she took a deep breath and turned around to face him, watching his eyes scan over her body. He wanted her, she knew he did.

"Why?" Regina asked softly and little embittered.

"If you're sorry, you'll take your punishment as I see fit." Henry actually had the audacity to grin at her, all proud of himself and finally back in control. She would have laughed, if she felt she had anything to laugh at. As it stood, she followed every single order he gave, did everything he wanted, and now she was frustrated and needed release, because he wanted it that way. He did control her. And she was sorry. So maybe the punishment was fitting.

So the look of stubborn defiance dwindled, if only slightly, replaced with a slight tilt of her head.

"Yes, dear."

His grin turned into a smile, one that had love behind it, and it felt like forever since she had seen it. Fingers started to softly caress her cheek.

"I'm going to come over tonight at 7pm." That was practically an eternity, and she was about to protest but his face grew more stern. "Do not touch herself before then. Do you understand?"

With a sigh and the urge to roll her eyes, she nodded. The grin was back and plastered on his face. It was the same way he would look at her when he was young and running around with Emma behind her back, lying to her, and sneaking candy into his room that the blonde would buy him.

"Good. Now let's go get some lunch." He backed away from her a little, and turned as if he was going to walk out, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"I need my underwear back."

Henry blinked a few times, as if he didn't hear or just didn't understand. Regina knew that he did both.

"No." The word was drawn out, and dramatic, and she really did roll her eyes at that. "I don't think you do."

"Henry, I'm serious. I have to—"

"Go back to the office?" He interrupted, mischievously gleaming eyes staring into hers. "You must be running late as it is. No time to stop home." He quickly moved his hands against her breasts, the fast action causing her to gasp and tense, but her body practically melted for him all over again as he cupped her breasts and found her nipples, lightly pulling at the pointed and sensitive nipples through thick material. "That's a shame." He whispered, before claiming her lips in a quick but passionate kiss. Once they parted again, he spoke with a low almost growl. "I need them, mom. I need to jerk off into them, thinking about you sitting all alone at your office." His mouth went against her ear, peppering kisses along the way. "Squirming in your seat, wanting to fuck yourself…wanting me to fuck you."

She was gasping against his neck, her body moving against his hands, and she felt wetness sticking to her thighs.

Another light kiss against her cheek and he pulled away from her completely, turning and unlocking the door before walking out. Leaving Regina stunned and disorientated in the men's bathroom of a diner.

It was going to be a long day.