Emma could never have imagined this years ago, when she first came to Storybrooke. She'd always thought Regina had quite the mouth. But at that time she had not meant it as anything close to charitably. The woman was gifted with snarking sarcasm, biting pointed comments, and pushing every button Emma had ever owned.

Now, however, with the passage of years, and the depths of understanding they had developed, no one - NO ONE - could affect Emma so deeply with her mouth as Regina. The woman's gifted tongue was possibly going to be the death of Emma one day. But, oh fucking hell, what a way to go. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and felt every part of her body throbbing as she canted her hips toward Regina's mouth on her sex.

It was so much more than licking; it was tonguing, and tapping, and twisting - how in the hell did she do that? - Emma thought, spiraling both toward and away from the amazing sensations that were both too much and not enough. Regina's teeth grazed Emma's clit already so hot and swollen, she felt ready to burst. But the woman between her thighs, nails lightly scratching at the inner muscles of Emma's legs, was far from finished. She was determined to drive Emma over the edge at hundred miles an hour.

But she kept taking these turns, throttling back just when Emma thought she might finally let the feeling overtake her.

In their glade with the motorcycle standing nearby, Regina had Emma on her back on the bench, naked as the day she had been born, legs over Regina's shoulders, bare feet digging into Regina's equally bare back.

The breeze stroked Emma's rock hard nipples when Regina herself wasn't. The hard wood of the bench rolled against the muscles of her back through the warm leather of her jacket, easing tensions even as Regina's tongue would wrap around Emma's clit and make her tense all over again. It felt like hours of bliss were passing.

"Regina!" Emma could feel another orgasm just at the edge of her awareness, rippling closer like the shore being consumed by the tide. Her heart pounded hard enough she wasn't sure she would not have a heart attack. "Please, god…"

"Not yet," Regina whispered against her flesh, but the deep hum, oh god, the hum did something to Emma's insides and she was thrown off the side of the cliff, crying out almost in apology as she came, her insides becoming molten and pulsing.

Regina's mouth continued to move against Emma's labia, tongue lapping at her center, and the humming continued.

Emma jolted and came again. "Ho….oh god," she panted. She was aware, in a disconnected way, of her body's sweat-soaked skin, already drying a little in the cooling breeze, and she became aware of her dry mouth, which she closed, trying to summon moisture with several swallows. Finally she breathed, "Regina."

She reached down between her legs and stroked first through silk soft thick hair, then rubbed her fingers into a muscular shoulder and the satin of Regina's sweat-soaked skin.

"Emma." Regina's mouth faded from Emma's sex, only to touch down on the soft padding of Emma's belly, the result of the suddenly good life of enough food, and enough sleep, and enough love, to make her body and her mind just a little softer after a lifetime of hardness.

"Do you know?" Emma panted quietly between each word as Regina's mouth moved to tenderly kiss the swells of Emma's breasts.

The shoulder she had held was now aligned against her own. Emma opened her eyes to find deep, dark, delighted brown meeting her gaze. "Yes, dear," Regina said, dipping close to press her mouth softly to Emma's panting lips. "I do know."

"I love you," Emma affirmed anyway. She'd lived so long without someone to say this too. She'd said it to Henry, and it had broken the curse on Storybrooke. This time, this time, the curse she hoped to break was her own loneliness and the shackles Regina had on her own soul. "It's true love, you know."

Regina's cheeks became ruddier, and she started to drop her forehead against Emma's shoulder. Emma, however, picked up the woman's chin, and held her eyes again.

"Because I will always come for you," she said, with utter seriousness. And then her face split into a grin and she wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Regina chuckled, pushing a bit of Emma's hair away from her damp face. "And that, my savior, is why I love you."

Emma slid her arm around Regina's back and coaxed her over her body, laying together skin to skin, listening to one another breathing, and feeling the thrum of their heartbeats gradually aligning with one another. She kissed Regina's forehead, as Regina stroked her arm.

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