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Chapter Three

'Don't Ever Let Me Go'

The sun was hiding behind a landscape of thick trees when we finally parked near the lake. Home at last. Water clung to the road, to the leaves of trees, to the car like a wet chilling coat on such a fine evening. When one would expect some kind of celebration to be in order, it appeared as if everything else was dreading the miraculous occurrence. That she had uttered those words to me. A statement signaling her intent for some time now to be romantically inclined into my life. The belief that I had not shared such feelings. All of it appeared so laughable now. Especially when we gazed back into the past shared.

The moments when I had longed for her touch. Nights spent in Neverland that triggered an inner urge in me to keep her closer. So close even sleeping a foot away from each other had been suffocating. Maybe that's why she never slept long. Maybe now as I ponder on those nights, perhaps she had been longing to draw closer to me. To wrap herself in my arms without fear. Because we had always felt that dramatic tension between us. Lingering there like a cluster of tiny needles. Pinching our hearts and sucking out hope. Forcing us to battle each other in arguments that never made sense.

But now…now we had reached a point where all things seemed possible. A point where no one else mattered but us. I linked my hand with hers and savored the warmth from a person that had captured a stone cold heart. Turning me into someone I clearly could not have imagined myself to become. A woman who suddenly felt eager to withstand anything, once she was in my life. That woman had been erased but Emma had somehow managed to color some life in me again. I felt her fingers fit so perfectly next to mine. And I smiled.

"So that night, huh," she kept those emerald eyes on the glimmering lake.

"Indeed." My knees felt severely weak. The park was empty. The air smelt heavenly, like the earth being born again just from a fresh shower of rain.

"How did I do?" her right knee nudged me, arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder. "Did I do alright?"

I pressed my cheek unto her fresh green shirt, the color of grass. And I smiled. "You were amazing."

"So were you." Our thumbs playfully caressed the other. The touch quite an intimate thing. "You're beautiful."

"I suppose the kinky, erotic show you put on for me last night was the last?" Peering up at her face, she squinted those beautiful eyes at the lake.

"Some small part of me attached itself to that job," she stated softly, "and I did it. I did it and earned some good money actually. Dancing wasn't that bad. And to be honest, before all of that, I never really got a chance to show off my body. You know like showing some skin…"

"And you gave everyone quite an eyeful."

"I did, didn't I?" She laughed.

"Would you mind dancing for me…occasionally?" my lips pressed upon her ear and I could feel the way she trembled. "Perhaps every week, a private show that will be rewarded most generously afterwards?"

"How generously?" emerald eyes grew huge.

"Between two to three hours of lovemaking…" I trailed a finger along her jawline. She leant closer, eyes fluttering close. "If you can manage, that is."

"I have waited so long to have these moments, Regina," she croaked. "I don't care if my mind goes totally insane because it's all worth it."

"Oh dear, what will we tell the parents?"

"Blame it on the new curse?"

I stared at her for a few seconds, stared at a face that haunted my dreams. And then when only a straight expression was maintained, I snorted.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, come on. They're in the middle of believing that everything isn't right here. That something's completely off, an entire year missing. Maybe we can slip in a juicy story that includes the curse turning you gay." I raised my eyebrows. She peered down at me. "And you came looking for me. In the life you gave me, I ended up being gay. So we clicked. We…kissed. And we're here."

"I like it," I was impressed. "A bit vague but vague enough to keep them puzzled and occupied with wondering all the answers to the questions not asked as yet."

"And every time they ask a question," she provided, "then we're just going to use the excuse that we don't know. But this just…happened."

"So the curse turned me gay. I gave you a new life that turned you gay."

"Hell yeah." Flexing her toes, brown boots pointed, she stared at them with a smile.

"And Henry?" I was curious enough to wonder what tale she would spin there. "He is smart enough to see through our lies."

"Actually," tilting her head, blonde hair tickled my face, "he already knows about my feelings for you so this wouldn't be a surprise to him –"

"Are you serious?" I was astounded.

"Yeah, he might be totally surprised to find out that you feel the same way about me. Unless he knows that already. Because he used to throw hints."

"What would he say?"

"That you call my name out over and over again during the night. Pleading for me to give it to you –"

"What?" I stared at her with my eyes wide.

She smiled. "Don't worry, I already gave him THE TALK."

"No, this isn't right! This is –" her warm hand pressed upon my moving lips. Silencing me, she threw a leg over my lap and sat snugly, our eyes meeting completely. Mine were wide still of course, and yet there was this teasing grin that lingered on a face full of mischief.

"I want to make you scream right now," she whispered, moving on my lap and driving me crazy. "But chances are, we're going to be discovered. So the only option left is for you to poof us somewhere cozier."

I swallowed hard, still not breathing. She removed her palm from over my mouth slowly, never looking away.

"We have to smoke out the perp," I reminded her. "My dramatic earthquake must not go to waste."

"It will not go to waste. Because you looked all hot and smoking back there just now. All defensive and gorgeous as always. The thing you don't understand is that…" our foreheads pressed together, lips inches apart, "when you go all evil and sassy, I get this dying urge to make a snatch and just kiss you all over."

"Emma…" I croaked, running my fingers through her blonde hair, nuzzling our faces together. She tilted my head upwards, my gaze resting on the dark sky. And soft lips tasted my jawline, nipping kisses down my neck.

"I want to make love to you again," thumbs caressed my cheeks as our eyes met again, studying my face intently, "but this time, I want to have every single memory of you intact, from the first time we met. From the first time we made magic together. From the first time we…did everything."

And we did everything together all over again.

This time though, I was severely free from fear and eagerly awakened to the light behind her eyes. Eyes that burnt with passion and pleaded with me to never stop making love to her. Our kisses began from outside my office, toes clipping behind boots, sliding them off. Discarding her ridiculous leather jacket upon the floor as she peeled off my shirt, ripping buttons that bounced to the floor. The sound was hidden beneath the gasps escaping from between us as burning fingers touched skin, her hands cupping my breasts within my bra. Foreheads pressed together as lips were licked in anticipation.

"This was always a dream of mine," I smiled into her mouth. Butt meeting the edge of my desk, my fingers grabbed the top of her jeans, pulling.

"Doing me in your office?" she unclipped my bra. My breasts were exposed to brave hands that felt me with fascination.

"No." I unzipped her pants, pulling it down and she kicked it away, eyes never leaving mine. "I always wanted to do you on my desk."

Her moans filled the air eventually like music when my fingers walked further down south. Slipping them between her legs, I felt how she had been longing for me. Burning up and wet. So appealing, this time when my fingers slipped inside of her, the look in Emma's eyes was enough to weaken everything in me. From my knees to the barriers around a wounded heart. Everything shattered and remained exposed, raw. She was completely herself again. And this time we were not encased in smoke that hid our true identities.

"I want to feel you inside of me," I teased. Grabbing her shoulders, she was pulled closer as my kinked fingers increased to three, driving in deeper. So deep, it was an incredibly tight fit.

Chest heaving, she wrapped a weak arm around me, eyes wide. And a hand was slipped into my pants as she copied the actions being performed on her. Mirroring my moves. Crushing my mouth unto hers and tasting coffee, magic and doughnuts. Chocolate, vanilla. Strawberry chapstick. The sweat lingering on her soft skin, pores awakened when my teeth grazed across a perfect jawline. Everything about her was perfect, even when she came undone, feeling every orgasm ripple through her body around my fingers. Deeper and deeper I worked her, and she did the same, forcing me to lean closer. Leaning into her because I was growing so weak.

"Let…go," she choked, biting my bottom lip and pulling. My eyes grew wide when I neared the edge. "Regina…let…go."

"Emma…" My knees weakened when I did lose myself. And as my body shuddered, she held me up closer to her, never letting go. Fingers buried deep inside of me, the pace was increased and we kept going over and over again until our bodies were covered in sweat. Even as the rain began to beat upon the windows around my office.

I really have no idea how we ended up on my desk. Head dizzied by overwhelming orgasms, pulsating through my body, she managed to twist me around and I was devoured whilst at the bottom. With my legs wrapped around her, my screams were muffled through kisses that were so deep. As deep as her thrusts over and over again inside of me. What was remarkable was the precise moment when we both came undone at the same time. At that point, I had become so weak, my fingers buried inside of her slackening the pace. But she moved upon me roughly enough to pelt us over the edge harder than before. I clawed her scalp, fingers driving pathways through her sweat soaked hair that was held back. That delicious mouth of hers sucked on my nipples, restarting me over and over again when we continued for so long, time was lost.

Whilst I was busy mending the buttons unto my shirt with magic, the door was answered. And Snow sauntered in without asking. Emma moved aside as she stepped over the threshold with this look on her face that made me cease my sewing immediately. I searched a round face that gave nothing away, only the appearance of pursed lips and eyes that narrowed at me.

"Alright, I'm here."

Neither Emma nor I replied. But stared in bewilderment.

"Which one of you wants to begin?" she planted both hands on her hips, dressed in a pink blouse with black slacks.

Emma gawked at the door, speechless. I was however the center of her attention. Swallowing hard, I fixed the collar of my red shirt. Then flipping my hair dramatically, I stared, awaiting some form of a clue as to what she was referring to.

"Oh you want me to start off?" she stepped closer to me, and I stepped back. A finger pointed at my face, "the flushed cheeks, the disheveled hair, the ripped off buttons that you were so eagerly sewing back on when I walked in. Your pants are creased and you never ever allow that to happen. Never. Your lipstick is smudged, eyeliner streaked all over –"

"Mom, I can explain –" Emma began but she was waved off.

My eyes bounced unto Snow again who advanced on me like a mother hen. "Start explaining."

I licked my lips and shrugged. "What do you want me to say?"

"Give the truth to me as brief as possible," eyes squeezed shut, she squared up her shoulders. "Come on," her hands gestured to bring it on, "hit me with it."

Smirking at her, I shrugged. "Brewing the potion didn't go so well. What happened was something quite explosive that obviously did a lot of damage." Snow stared at me. "And as you just came in, Emma and I were cleaning up the mess."

"If the town only knew what kind of potion the two of you are brewing in here!" her eyes were beady. I wanted to laugh. "If they only knew what kind of explosions were happening. One would think –"

"Look, initially it was bound to happen one way or the other," I waved it off, pressing a hand upon my desk, "some point where the Queen falls for the Savior, everything falls into place neatly –"

"You…were…touching…my…baby," huge eyes stared back at me. "You were touching her…inappropriately. She's so young, a baby still to me."

I gasped, "she's not a baby! She's a grown ass woman!" I stared with wide eyes at Emma.

"She's so, so young –"

"Mom!" Emma piped up from beside the door, "I have a kid, am almost thirty and I know about the birds and the bees."

"Unicorns and rainbows," Snow snapped. "Unicorns…and…rainbows…" and with every word said, her fist hit my desk for emphasis. "My daughter has become a lesbian. Just when I was beginning to really love Ellen DeGeneres and Melissa Etheridge. The two of you are lesbianing behind closed doors." Her clenched fist was pressed to her mouth, eyes lifted to the ceiling. "Oh the shame of having my dreams to go waste."

"What dreams?" Emma asked.

"Dreams of having grandkids –"

"You have Henry!" I pointed out, staring at her incredulously.

"I want more grandkids. I had such high hopes with Neal or Killian –"

"Disgusting." Turning my back on her, I pressed a palm to my mouth and walked towards the window.

"How do you two do it?" Snow couldn't stop.

"How do we do what?" I asked, flinging my hands up in frustration. "How do two women fall in love with each other?"

"How do you lesbian?"

"Lesbian isn't even a verb!" Emma pointed out, "it's a noun, mom. A noun. And I don't believe in labels."

Shaking her head, she frowned. "Do your fingers do the walking? How far can using your fingers go?"

"Mom!" Emma was obviously outraged. "Are you really going to ask that?"

"As a substitute for a penis, I'd like to know how productive it is in comparison, thank you very much!" She was on a roll obviously.

I was enjoying it. "Actually, Snow," I drew nearer with a smile on my face, "what happens between Emma and I are quite private. However, apart from the use of one's hands," I lifted mine, wiggled my fingers, "there is the use of one's…" I shrugged, "…mouth…tongue…"

She blinked fast, freezing up.

"And if you're so eager to have more grandkids, then Emma and I can use our magic to channel some sort of a way." I pressed my palms together neatly, eyes on her. "Both of us wishing for one thing. You more than anyone else are completely aware of how powerful we are…" I smiled, "…combined."

She stepped back and held up her hands. "It's the new curse. It changed us. It changed you. You turned gay. Something happened during the missing year that turned you gay."

"Yes, I realized that all I want resides in Emma."

"Doing her on your desk," she shuddered, hugging herself. "I suppose I'll have to accept it since there is no other option left. But when this curse is broken, mind you," a finger was wagged at me then Emma. "Kill each other behind closed doors. Because after you both realize what you've done," her gaze lingered on my desk. "Storybrooke will most likely burn to the ground."

"I don't think –"

"You!" she rounded on Emma who froze up immediately, back pressed unto the door. "Outside, now!"

I watched them head out the door and hugging myself, we exchanged a look. She lingered by the doorway, me completely lost in her eyes. And then after a few seconds, I was left alone. In there, my face turned to the pouring rain outside. The lashing of water upon glass as Storybrooke was covered in sheets of rain that wouldn't stop. Perhaps it was the new curse. Perhaps it was just bad weather. But whatever had occurred that erased an entire year of our lives, it wasn't something simple. It wasn't something to overlook.

There was more to this. And we were going to find out whoever was responsible. Standing there long enough, my gaze finally rested on a man standing outside on the sidewalk under a red umbrella. Hoisting up a small boy in his arms, he peered around through the drizzle. I stared at him for a long time, feeling as if we had met before. Then suddenly, he gazed up at my window. At first nothing passed between us. But a few seconds slipped by before I realized that we were gazing a little too longer. There was a pull of some sort. I had no idea what it was.

"She's a maniac," Emma jolted me back to inside the room. Turning my eyes upon her, the man was forgotten of.

I smiled.

"I'm going to bet it's the hormones acting up or something," she waved it off. "Anyway, we reached a compromise."

I raised an eyebrow. "You did?"

"Once we don't…lesbian…in front of her, then we're fine. She's leaving me to break the news to dad. Which will be easy since he already sensed something between us ages ago."

"He may not be as daft as I imagined then," I commented.

"Oh trust me, both of them are naïve. But when it comes to understanding me and accepting everything I choose to do, there's dad. Mom is more of a…mother…"

Pulling her into me, we kissed deeply, bodies pressed together.

"I suppose we must resume our duties and continue the detective work." Running my fingers through her hair, I pressed our cheeks together.

"Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?" I whispered into her right ear.

She breathed on my face. "That whatever happens, I'll always have you. I have your back. You're everything to me. And even if something bad happens, please don't you ever, ever return us back to friends."

"I promise," I said. "With all my heart."

We kissed deeply.

Xx

She danced for me again on more than one occasion after that day. Emma entertained me in all her glory before the fireplace that was alit within my mansion. Seated upon a red cushioned chair without arms from my dining table that somehow fitted nicely in my living room, I licked lips that felt so parched. Just from watching as she used those hands on herself, feeling her hips and swaying to the music.

SEDUCE ME TONIGHT, that wonderful track from the movie FLASHDANCE.

Oh in all the world, no one could understand what power this woman had over me. Such a brilliant talent that had been muffled, now unearthed for my pleasure. For my eyes only. Such a flexible body that was slightly toned to perfection, curves in all the right places. Territory that now belonged to me. Places my mouth had travelled across like a hungry wolf eagerly seeking out its prey. She was glorious, blonde hair radiating from the glow of the fire. Embers alighted and sparking as the pumping beats of the music continued. Twisting her body, legs spread apart, that pair of black pants was peeled off with such expertise.

"You should see your face," she smiled at me, her cheeks flushed, "glowing like warm honey. Especially those brown eyes. Like melting chocolates."

"Take off your bra," I whispered, staring at the exposed skin around such a curvy waist. "Take it off…" I licked my lips, "…take it off slowly, I beg of you."

She did just that. Tossing the green garment unto my lap. I caught it with wide eyes, never looking away from the performance. Yet clutching the straps between fingers that felt severely numb already.

When she was down to her green boxer shorts, so cute, the song changed. I couldn't believe it by chance that Avril's HOT came on just then. It was almost coincidental, as those emerald eyes widened. Footsteps led to me. Because the chair had no side support, Emma taunted me with her dancing. To a point where I just couldn't prevent myself from touching her. But twisting my hands and holding them above my head, she gave me a lap dance that I would more than likely never forget. In a million years.

The way her movements were generated from such passion that ignited the air enveloping us. All of it drove me insane. Legs spread, my trembling lips in line with exposed breasts. Tasting nipples that were erect and skin that was flawless. My fingers dancing over the curve of her soft hips, wrapping hands around her waist as she gyrated in front of me.

YOU MAKE ME SO HOT,

YOU'RE SO RIDICULOUS,

I CAN HARDLY BREATHE

YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME,

BABY, BABY…

Stripping me of my clothes was easy for her, occurring in a flash. Next came the love making that centered around our hips grinding together sensually. The biting and pulling of lips. Teeth grazing over skin that was covered in sweat. Everything that forced moans from within us. Entangled in a web of passion so fierce, when we did connect each other by the moving of fingers, my mind drew a blank. Over and over again she pelted me over the edge, hissing her name to move faster and harder. The slickness between us growing, thighs trembling from climaxing harder and harder. It was disturbingly beautiful.

"If every time this happens," she played with my hair, me lying in her arms upon the chair, "then how are we going to defeat Zelena?"

"Passionate sex stimulates the brain," I purred, "whetting the appetite, making theories fit into place better. Perhaps we are training ourselves to be more powerful when combined so that her confrontation with me will end with all points on my side."

She smiled. "Over and over again, she said." Emma sang, "until we grow weaker and weaker. And the light grows lighter and lighter. And morning comes again. Then linger near because just after the nightshift, the love comes back round till the day end."

"I never heard that song," I studied her face.

"That's because I wrote it. For you."

She leant down and kissed me until I mewled. And in each other's arms we remained. Until the night turned into day. Just after the nightshift.

Xx

A/N – Sorry it was so short. I'm sick. And know that you were waiting on an update. So here it is. I couldn't continue it because my continuation would not have been what you were looking for. Meaning that I would have gone into bits and parts from what actually happened in the show with Robin and Hook. Then it would become angsty. And you would become depressed. So let's leave it at this for now? Perhaps if you want I can add scenes from the show altered to fit them sharing a moment. But I doubt I will continue. Thanks for reading!