I'm sorry this took forever to actually get around to finishing. But you can thank my sister for pushing me to finish. And you can also thank me failing my driver's test today for giving me something a desperate need for a distraction and so this chapter!

And the usual, which I usually forget, I don't own any of the characters or OUAT.

Enjoy!

"Of course, we get the master bedroom," she said as she led Emma upstairs. "You can all choose whichever room you'd like. Sleep separately for all I'm concerned. Gods, know that there's too many rooms here," she yelled behind her to the rest of the group. Right now she had other matters to attend with Emma's unrelenting teasing on the drive down to Storybrooke.

Once inside, she pushed her onto the bed. "You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a couple of hours, could you?"

"It's not my fault you're so irresistible," her hands being pulled until she was thrown on the bed above her blonde lover. Hands carefully placed on her hips, her own hands resting to the sides of Emma's head. "Can we just spend this entire week here like this. Preferably, with less clothes."

Regina giggled. "As tempting as that sounds, we do have guests."

"They're adults; they'll find ways to entertain themselves," she said with a peck to her lips. "You know you want to."

Regina rolled her eyes, "but I can't lose my Host of the Year award, now can I?" She lowered herself to kiss her cheek, "let's finish unpacking then we can… negotiate our plans."

"I love how you think," Emma laughed and placed a small kiss to the lips above her and sat up with Regina still in her lap. "But you are saying we do have plans that involve this bed, right?"

"Even better, they involve leaving the bedroom and hanging out with our friends," she answered. Slowly she lifted herself off of Emma, "but we will definitely pick this up later." One final kiss and she walked out of the room dragging Emma along to unpack.

Regina walked near the shore seeing her friends still engrossed in sharing old college tales. Her body still soaking wet from the distance she swam, clothes clutched tightly to her body she walked away towards the dense bundle of trees that lined the other edge of the shore. She knew they would come searching for her there if they actually noticed she had departed and truly wanted to find her. No, it'd be a while and besides, the friends were pretty inebriated to think soundly of her. Shoes in hand she disappeared for the night; needing space to calm herself and clear her mind into accepting tomorrow's fate.

Fate. Funny concept. Regina, she who never believed in predestined choices but rather in the moment and following her heart was spending her night trying to convince herself to attend her own marriage. Luckily she hadn't drank all that wine instead choosing to have thrown a bit here and there into the ocean to indulge with her friends' antics of a drunken night.

Quickly throwing her dress on and placing her feet into her heels, she walked through the trees nearing its end on the other side that connected to the lawn that lead to the main house. Seeing the mansion gave her chills but a confidence she direly needed tonight. Looking across the lawn she saw the group of friends huddled, a tense nearness that alerted her that the friends knew she was missing. She saw Emma stalk away but stop shortly with her back still turned. Emma. Emma in mind she knew she needed to make a decision or accept the one being given to her tomorrow. Looking away, she made a dash towards the mansion. Thankful she had brought her keys outside with her that night.

"I know you didn't come out here to tan, babe," her girlfriend yelled at her for lounging in the sun while the rest of the group dabbled in the water. "You're already nice and golden like… like caramel corn."

"Really, dear? Popcorn?" she replied, laughing at her girlfriends constant thoughts of junk food. She hadn't laughed long when a wave of water landed on her, soaking her still lounging body.

"That was an accident," the blonde yelled quickly diving underneath the water knowing her girlfriend would surely chase her to exact revenge on her. And she wasn't disappointed.

Regina had insisted they spend some time at her parent's manor in Maine as a getaway before they all returned for the fall semester of their junior year. They had arrived Thursday night to enjoy the long weekend until Monday morning. So far, their weekend had been relatively easy relaxing in the sun, in the water, in the grass, and in the big house.

Seeing as they arrived late Thursday night and the long car trip it took to arrive at the manor, all friends found themselves too tired to do anything but unpack their belongings and retreat to their self-assigned rooms. Emma and Regina shared the master bedroom, the one with the biggest view towards the sandy shore; Red and Jefferson found an adequately sized room on the opposite side of the master bedroom that gave them enough privacy away from the other guests; Tink and Killian easily chose the room across from the master bedroom because of the view that pointed to where the sun rose; and Robin made himself comfortable in a retired room down the hall, the one that housed the manor's copious bookshelves filled with books on end.

Emma and Regina themselves didn't get to provide good on their promise to indulge in bedtime activities but they did cuddle and share heated kisses until their bodies bore down heavy from their road trip. But those kisses involved a promise to continue throughout the weekend.

And that is how they found themselves late-afternoon on Friday slowly peeling off swimsuits after a day spent out in cool waters. They excused themselves from the group earlier, lounging around on the patio eating a late lunch, with words of wanting to clean up but the friends knew better. Leaving them with smirks and giggle, the two entered the house and quickly found themselves in the master bathroom.

Tan hands untied blue strings and slid a top off pale shoulders while the blonde tugged on bikini bottoms, backing them up towards the shower entrance. Regina's back against the shower wall, Emma removing her top as her mouth latched onto caramel skin right underneath her girlfriends jaw. Sweet nips here and there before she roughly bit down as hands found themselves on full breasts, her tongue soothing the skin where she bit. Red marks that would remain visible all weekend.

Regina felt the heat coiling in her lower back needing more of the blonde massaging her breasts. She pressed one hand in the golden tresses whose head was sending shivers through her. Her other hand sliding down a pale back, removing the blonde's bikini top, trailing lower and reaching to squeeze firm cheeks. A groan escaped the pink lips nibbling on her neck that she quickly pulled up to her own to initiate a sloppy and hungry kiss while her hands dragged the blonde's remaining bikini piece onto the shower floor – the shower long forgotten for now.

Those slender finger still massaged her breasts while thumbs flicked over quickly hardening nubs. The moans escaping her into Emma's mouth, only exciting the blonde even more. Those fingers then trailed down above perfectly trimmed hair into the warm, wet evidence of her arousal. Needing more of her lover, Regina bucked into the fingers circling her clit then dipping lower to spread her juices. She slipped her own thigh in between pale ones to allow Emma to rub herself on it. Long fingers teased at her entrance before plunging deep inside her.

"Fuck, Emma," she said separating their lips to gasp for air. Those fingers driving into her at a slow but deep pace, her hips moving to meet the thrusts of her lover's hands. She could feel Emma's core growing wetter as it rubbed on her thigh. Emma increased the pace and soon began to curve her fingers upwards causing Regina to clench around the fingers driving her towards orgasm. A few more thrusts and a well maneuvered thumb over her needy clit, Regina came in Emma's arms. Her legs barely supporting her weight as Emma reached her peak on Regina's thighs seeing the brunette come undone.

She kissed the warm skin still shuddering from the orgasm while she held her for a few moments. As soon as she felt Regina able to stand up straighter she leaned over to turn the overhead showerhead on, the water a bit cold but slowly warming up. Regina kissed her again before completing the task of cleaning up – not a complete lie to what they told their friends.

On the third knock the door opened slightly, enough to streak the dark hall with light but not enough to let her pass.

"Regina," Robin gasped, quickly placing his hand over his eyes. "I thought I wouldn't see you tonight. You shouldn't be here, Cora would kill us if she knew. You know bad luck and all."

She laughed quietly at Robin's worries, removing his hand to look at him. "You really can't believe in that, dear?"

"No, but I believe in your mother and her ability to kill someone."

"Oh, so I've heard. Cora the Heart Crusher?"

"Ah, did the boys tell you?" Regina glared at him, he opened the door to let her in. "Right. Love, why are you here? I wanted you to have fun."

She glanced around the room, "I did. I just wanted to talk about tomorrow."

"It all be fine. All your friends are here, the food is delicious, the decorations are set and ready to finish up, and Roland looks the most handsome in his tuxedo."

Hearing Roland's name softened her tense posture. "He's always so handsome."

A brief silence surrounded them as she sat at the edge of his bed. "I just want… need things to go smoothly tomorrow."

"And they will," he replied choosing to sit next to her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her but knew better to let her talk for a while.

"I care about you and Roland so much."

"I know," he assured her.

"Okay." She let out a sigh, "tomorrow will be perfect." She stood and began to leave.

Robin picked up on her distress although she tried to conceal it. He followed her and grabbed her hand, turning her so they were face to face. He placed a hand gently onto her cheek and leant his forehead down onto hers.

"Robin," she whispered.

"I love you," he said.

"Why?" She needed to know.

"Have you not met yourself? You're perfect and assertive and so easy to love," he replied.

"Safe," she whispered. Before Robin could ask what she meant she continued, "That's why I love you. You're safe and easy to be with. I don't feel I need to do much for you to love me…"

Robin brought her chin up to look into her eyes. "What's wrong with safe?"

"Nothing. Everything." His gaze was difficult to continue looking at but she needed this said out loud. "That's the only reason why I love you. When I think about it, it's the safety and how much I care for Roland."

"You're not doing this right now."

"I love you," was all she could think of with him in front of her.

"I know you do but just listen," he whispered back, feeling her breath on his face. "Tomorrow is only happening because you wanted it, wanted this, us. You only think you're confused because she's –"

"I don't think I'm–" He cut her off.

"Deny it all you want but that's exactly what this is. You know why we're here and all that we've been through together to reach this point. Tomorrow is our wedding, our forever. And I trust you to know that I've let so much pass from you because no matter what you always come back to me. You may think you need it or believe you're confused but you are not. Just think about it, sleep on it, and forget about it. I'll see you tomorrow for our wedding."

She nodded.

"I love you, Regina and I know you love me," he said before pressing their lips together. Attempting to deepen the kiss, he passed his tongue over her lips. She relented and opened her mouth to allow him entrance. He only made her feel empty even with his tongue shoved almost down her throat. She made to pull away but instead let the kiss end naturally. She pecked him on the cheek before finally leaving his room.

Once outside in the hallway, she bumped into Zelena.

"Oh, sis," Zelena gasped. "I thought I heard someone come upstairs a while back, I checked the attic came back to my room and heard another noise. It must have been you."

Regina didn't even have a chance to correct her before Zelena noticed her rough appearance and the door she was still leaning on.

"Oh, you are naughty," she said between a wide smirk, beginning to walk away. "Don't worry, sis. I won't tell Cora."

And with a wink, Zelena disappeared into her own room again. She rolled her eyes and descended the stairs.

As she stepped out into the chill air of the night again, she could almost make out the running figure of Killian across the lawn towards the guest house. What have you done now, Hook? She couldn't help but laugh to herself.

She continued, making her own path to the edge of the lawn. Coming to the ledge where the lawn ended, she sat looking at the sand below. One foot started to shove her heels off as she began to feel the ache of a day spent everywhere. She let the heel drop down when she heard it. A groon then an audible, "fuck."

She'd recognize that voice anywhere having heard that word uttered one too many times.

She leaned forward slightly, "Emma?"