It occurs to me that I never actually specified this was a one-shot, so I am sorry about that. I give you a second and last chapter, as requested by TML and swanqueenrp. The rating's gone up to M due to some smutty goodness. Regina does indeed need some lovin' (youtube: /watch?v=qOdDdiSuZ8o), and she also needs to not be sad because Emma rejected her. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time.

Regina sat with her back against a tree, leaning forward slightly. Her arms rested on her knees and she thought solemnly about her magic lesson with Emma.

She'd kissed the Sheriff and, after reacting in what Regina had thought was a positive way, she had been disgusted. Disgusted. Emma had been disgusted by the woman kissing her.

Regina wondered if it was the fact that they were both women that disgusted the blonde or of it was truly just the dark-haired woman herself that sickened the Sheriff.

The Mayor wasn't sure if she regretted her actions or not; on one hand, the Saviour had tapped into her magic and successfully conjured fire, something that could well save all their lives in the future. On the other hand, Regina had, to some extent, put herself out there and been rejected because of it. She could lie if confronted about it, though if Emma really did have this superpower of hers, it would be in vain.

No logical thought, however, would ease the hurt that twisted inside Regina's gut and made blood rush to her face in embarrassment. She fumed. No one humiliated her like this.

"Hey."

Regina's head shot up, her deep frown replaced with a look somewhere between confusion and sorrow when she saw the blonde looming over her. The Mayor's anger completely evaporated when she saw the woman's expression: Emma looked positively desolate.

"Hey," Regina murmured.

"Can we talk?" Emma asked nervously, glancing around. "Alone?" She made fidgety movements with her hands, and Regina could see how anxious she was.

Pushing herself off the ground and standing up, the dark-haired woman quickly dusted herself down and nodded once. She raised a hand, gesturing to a path that led deeper into the trees and foliage. Regina's stomach flipped as she watched Emma trudge along the narrow track, suddenly nervous about what the blonde had to say. The Mayor took a breath and gathered herself before following the Sheriff into the gloomy, greenish darkness.

They walked in uncomfortable silence for a while before the Saviour stopped without warning and whirled round to face the Mayor. "Alright," she mumbled, steeling herself for what she was about to admit.

Regina watched with apprehensive eyes, desperately wanting to put up that barrier of snark but for some reason not wanting to offend Emma more than she apparently already had. So she only stood as still as a statue, waiting for the Sheriff to come out with whatever was bothering her.

"I - I'm not gonna pretend earlier didn't happen. We both know it did, and we're adults. We can deal with this - whatever this is - sensibly, right?" the blonde stammered, not really sure where to start or what to say.

Regina only nodded slowly, her eyebrows pulled together in a small frown.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have been so rude," Emma continued. She stumbled over her words, but they sounded sincere nonetheless.

The dark-haired woman was silent for a long moment. "Apology accepted."

The Saviour nodded gratefully before carrying on. "You were only trying to help with my magic and I - I have to admit it wasn't completely horrible," she said almost inaudibly.

Regina couldn't stop her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise before she regained control of herself and a devious smirk spread across her face. "It wasn't completely horrible? That's all?" she asked, mock outrage in her voice as she slunk closer to the blonde. Emma's confession had ignited that arrogant, sensual confidence in the Mayor once more, and she was going to take advantage of that 'til the cows came home.

"It was nice," Emma breathed, her voice hitching slightly as the brunette closed the distance between them.

"You'd do it again?" Regina husked lowly, now only inches away.

The Sheriff stared at the Mayor with suddenly hungry eyes, eyes that seemed to burn right through Regina's clothes, right through Regina herself. The blonde abruptly grabbed the dark-haired woman's face and pulled her towards her. She kissed her roughly, her hands tangling in soft, dark hair.

Responding to the kiss quickly and eagerly, Regina gripped the Saviour's hips, fingers bruising the soft flesh as her lips moved with Emma's.

Neither of them knew who made the first low groan, but neither cared. All either woman could think about was the feel of skin on skin, sharing the warmth of the other in the cool evening air, finding a way to get closer.

A yelp escaped Regina as she felt herself shoved backwards, the backs of her legs hitting a large, flat rock dug into the ground. She couldn't stop herself falling back against the stone and for a moment, she wondered if Emma had decided this was a mistake again. That idea was quickly crushed when she felt her thighs pushed apart and the weight of a warm body on top of her, between her legs.

Emma was now positioned above the brunette, hands gripping Regina's knees and holding them either side of herself. A low, gravelly moan rolled off Regina's tongue as the blonde shifted, tight stomach muscles rubbing deliciously against the Mayor's crotch. Legs wrapped tightly around the Sheriff's waist in an attempt to gain more friction.

"Uh uh," the blonde warned, pulling back slightly to make it harder for Regina to rub against her. "I am gonna fuck you, Regina," she growled, her determined eyes meeting deep brown eyes full of lust. Emma was rewarded with a soft grunt in reply, and the sight and sound of the woman dropping the sassy, better-than-you attitude and giving into her most human urges made hot wetness gather between the Sheriff's legs.

Regina knew she should push the blonde off her, take control of the situation, be the dominant one as she so often was in everything else, but she couldn't quite bring herself to. The sensations Emma was igniting in her were too good to resist, and she was so tired of being in charge all the time. The experience of not being in control, of letting someone take care of her, was oddly nice once one got past the fear.

Emma tore open the scarlet silk shirt Regina wore under the blue blazer, not caring much for the article of clothing - who told her that was appropriate clothing for a rescue mission? She was sure the other woman could just conjure up another one anyway, and they really did not have time for buttons.

The Mayor pushed herself into a sitting position to help the fervent blonde to discard the blazer and shirt before yanking the lacy tank top over her own head, needing to feel Emma's skin on hers immediately. The Sheriff hastily ridded Regina of her bra before pushing her down again. Part of Regina wished their first time could have been slightly less rushed, giving them time to strip slowly and take in every inch of each other's skin before getting started, but the burning desire was in control now; she needed release and Emma's touch now.

The brunette hummed softly as the Saviour took one pink bud into her mouth, lapping and biting gently at it whilst her fingertips teased and traced the other. Regina's body buzzed pleasantly as the blonde's ministrations sent what felt like electrical charges rocketing through her body. Every charge terminated between her legs and joined the slick heat that was quickly growing there.

Pretty soon, the attention to her breasts was not enough, and Regina bucked her hips once again.

A smirk curled the corners of Emma's lips and she wondered how long she could make the Mayor wait - she was quite enjoying seeing the tightly wound woman so desperate for release. Had they been anywhere else, she may have dragged it out a bit more, but, as it was, they were in a jungle, not too far from her parents and probably didn't have too long until someone came looking for them.

The blonde slid a hand down the brunette's tight, toned belly, down, down, until she reached the waistband of the leggings Regina wore. She slipped her hand inside and came into contact with the lace hugging the woman's lower regions. Running her fingers over the thin, damp fabric between the Mayor's legs, she heard a whimper.

Soft lips and a warm tongue met Regina's again and the dark-haired woman moaned as she eagerly returned the steamy kiss. Everything was Emma and, for the first time in a long time, Regina was content. Sure, she was submissive and frustrated, but in the best way, and all she could think about was how good the blonde felt against her and how much she needed her.

"Emma-" the Mayor breathed, about to ask for release when she cut herself off with a gasp. The Sheriff's skilled fingers had pushed into her underwear and started circling her clit, at last giving her the pleasure she so badly needed. Tanned hands flew up to knot in blonde locks, legs clamping around her waist once again.

The brunette was unable to bite off the loud groan that slipped from her lips as Emma entered her at last, long fingers curling to reach that wonderful spot before pulling almost all the way out and repeating the motion. The movements over the sensitive bundle of nerves continued, and before the ex-Evil Queen knew it, she was falling over the edge. All Regina could do was hold on to the Saviour for dear life as she rocked and bucked her hips, riding out her high for as long as possible.

As she came back to herself, her body went limp and the brunette simply rested on the large rock as she waited for her breathing and heart rate to return to normal.

Unsure of what to do now, Emma began to crawl off the rock and dust herself down. She wanted to stay, wanted to curl up by the mother of her son and caress that soft skin until the woman recovered from her orgasm, but they hadn't yet given a label to whatever this was and she didn't want to overstep the line.

A voice made her choice for her.

"Going so soon?" Regina sounded husky and slightly tired, but certainly not angry. Emma looked down at the woman who was leaning back on her elbows, a sheen of sweat on her bare chest. Her face looked worried and - was that hope? The Saviour's heart leapt.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted me to stay," she explained.

"Oh, I wasn't finished yet," Regina growled. Suddenly, she tugged the blonde down beside her before rolling over and throwing a leg over her hips. She gazed down at the surprised but excited Sheriff and grinned. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," she promised, a devilish glint in her eyes.

Emma was eager to find out.