"Em-ma." The silky purr roused her from sleep, fragments of a pleasant dream lingering as she soaked in the sound of the voice in her ear and the strong caress of a hand over her ass. "Wake up, Em-ma."

Face buried in a pillow, she groaned and reached out to where the voice had emanated. Her fingers slid over a jaw, thumb catching the faint hint of smirk forming on plush, dark lips. She tapped her fingers against the cheek, the flesh warm and inviting as she silently pleaded for whoever it was to let her sleep for a little while longer. She was exhausted and though she had no reason to complain considering the reason, she never had been much of a morning person.

An arm slipped across her back and the hand forced its way beneath her hip. Her body sparked at the touch and reflexively pressed down. Fingers burrowed deeper, displaying their particular skill in getting exactly what they want with little difficulty as they stroked across her mound and snaked between her legs.

Emma pulled her hand back, groaning again as she rolled from her stomach and onto her side. She was wet, happy to be awake or not. It was hard not to be when she'd spent a good portion of the past 12 hours being ravished by not simply the woman of her fantasies, but two of said woman, and then dreamed every sordid detail of it.

Her back collided with someone's front before lips dusted her shoulder and a soft chuckle sent a warm breath of air along the side of her neck. She shivered and flung an arm behind her. Whichever of the Regina's it was who decided to wake her, she was naked and that was all Emma cared about as she ran her hand over the soft, supple cheek of an ass.

"Morning," she mumbled, successfully stifling a yawn as she parted her legs for curious fingers.

"A rather pleasant one, if I do say so myself."

She hummed in agreement. She really wasn't a morning person, but under the right circumstances she was willing to make an exception. "Have you even slept?" She knew about the small nap all three of them shared before she woke to find Regina with the Queen in the outer chamber, but that had been hours earlier.

There came another chuckle and then, "My dear, if I wished to sleep, then I would have to remove you from my bed and I have very little intention of doing so."

The Queen, then, Emma thought. It was easy enough to figure out once she spoke at length, especially when it reminded her past Regina possessed an unsurprising amount of paranoia. Naturally, she wouldn't dare willingly fall asleep with someone, let alone someone she barely knew who might want to kill her for some reason, of which Emma imagined would be numerous, were she not from another world and had she been anyone else.

"Right." She sighed, content to leave the matter alone as she enjoyed the sensation of long, slim fingers playing along her folds. Only, they stilled then and she whined in protest. "What—"

"Your tone suggests a miscommunication," the Queen said, cupping her sex as she predicted her question perfectly. "If you assume my comment meant anything more than the fact I find you beyond tempting, and far too distracting for me to fall asleep beside, then I assure you, you assume wrong."

Emma took her time processing the words and once she had, she squirmed around until she was on her other side, and stared. The eyes weren't as warm and the scar above the upper lip was deeper, suggesting that her first guess was right and that it was, in fact, the Queen. Her brow furrowed in confusion, though her stomach fluttered, excited by the thought that perhaps the Queen did trust her after all.

She wasn't sure why it mattered, all she knew was that it did, and she narrowed her eyes as she asked, "Even if I was wearing clothes?"

The laughter wasn't so much a chuckle that time, as it were a short, amused puff of air against her face. Her lashes fluttered and the Queen shook her head, smiling as she said, "While I admit your naked body plays a… significant part in my inability to resist you, there is far more to your charm than you give yourself credit for."

Surprised, Emma could think of little in the way of a response beyond, "Regina never would have admitted that to me," and the smile widened at her words.

"We may be the same person genetically, but we are entirely different people, I assure you." The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her impossibly close as the Queen lowered her voice. "She is softer, more experienced at matters of life; both of which require a certain… deception when it comes to protecting ourselves. For instance, are you aware that she is completely in love with you?"

"No," Emma squeaked as her heart sped up and she sputtered. "How do you… why would you— she's going to murder you."

"Perhaps." The Queen raised her shoulder in a half-shrug and said, "But my point remains. I am far more blunt. More honest, if you will, because I do not care if my affection for you is returned. You cannot hurt me. I will not allow it."

That Regina was the exact opposite went unsaid, but Emma understood and her chest ached with the idea that Regina might be afraid to tell her out of fear of being hurt. She wouldn't dare hurt her. Never intentionally, and certainly not when it came to being in love with her considering how hopelessly in love with Regina she was. She could pretend to be delusional and try and deny it all she liked but she'd known all along exactly what it was she felt for Regina. She had known for a lot longer than she'd ever admitted aloud or to herself until earlier that morning. Before the portal, before her second trip to the Enchanted Forest, before Hook and Robin. Hell; she'd been in love with Regina when they were still under the curse and she'd thought Henry was maybe a little bit eccentric with his fairytale babble.

Not that she'd ever said such a thing to him. Despite his behaviour, if she had, he probably would have told Regina on her. Regina most likely would have killed her, and then where would she be? Certainly not wrapped in the surprisingly warm embrace of a Queen who may just be slightly more emotionally stable than anyone actually thought, her future incarnation included.

"You," she began but snapped her mouth shut when she heard the door to the outer chamber opening. She raised an eyebrow.

"That would be me with breakfast," the Queen offered with a grin. She rolled from the bed, the motion as effortlessly regal as she made everything else seem, and turned to face her. "If you intend to join us, do wear the robe when you come out," she said, shamelessly eying her one last time before she sauntered across the room to the doors, smoke swirling around her and clothing her in a robe of her own.

Emma watched her go. It hadn't occurred to her to wonder where Regina had been during their little moment. That she had gone to retrieve them breakfast pleased and worried her in equal measure as all manner of questions surrounding the brief adventure filled her head. She brushed them aside once they were done and pushed up from the bed in time for the doors to open a second time.

She looked up, lips parted to ask the Queen if she missed her already but instantly closed her mouth. Regina smiled softly, cheeks flushing when her eyes fell of their own accord. Emma allowed a grin to blossom, relishing the attention. Unlike the Queen's appraisal mere minutes before that made her feel as though someone had gripped her between the thighs with only one thing in mind, Regina's was the gentle caress of a hand— a mouth that promised a pleasure unlike anything she'd ever had.

Now that she had experienced both more times than she'd bothered counting, she knew it was a promise Regina could keep. She stood and invited her to take her fill, to look as much as Regina pleased as she stretched with a little moan that was more of a reaction to the way those eyes darkened, than any relief she found for her muscles.

"Breakfast," Regina husked before she cleared her throat, eyes snapping up. "If you're hungry, that is."

Emma snorted. She was always hungry. "I could eat," she said, the words taking on a whole new meaning as she grinned mischievously and advanced on her.

Footsteps drew the Queen's attention from the fireplace and she looked up as her other half wandered into the room. She smirked, all too familiar with the sight of her own arousal as she noted the dazed eyes, darkened cheeks and the lower lip; bitten just enough to give it that slightly plump appearance. She'd been curious if the two of them would get up to anything while they were in there.

They certainly would have, had Regina not returned when she had.

"She'll be out in a minute," Regina murmured, looking anywhere but her as she made to sit in the chair across from her.

"Not there," the Queen said, creating a split-second of confusion that forced Regina into meeting her gaze in question. "I have… plans for the two of you that require you both over here."

A brow rose, the expression wary but amused. "While I won't deny we have had our… fun, Emma and I need to start looking for a way home."

"And you will," she agreed, patting the spot beside her. "I will even help you, but…"

Regina sighed. "But you have plans," she finished, rounding the table and taking the seat offered her. "Do I at least get to know them?"

The Queen hummed in consideration. It would be easier to do what she wanted if she had help, she conceded silently. Much more fun, too. They both would have their parts to play, of course, but what she intended was mostly for Emma than either of them. To begin with, at least. "I thought you might like to assist me in finding Miss Swan's breaking point."

The brow rose a second time, though more in surprise that time. "If you are suggesting what I think you are…"

The warning was clear and the Queen marveled at the way her body heated in response to her own voice. Having sex with herself was one thing— an unorthodox form of masturbation was how she liked to think of it, but to actually be attracted to herself was a strange thing to feel, though not nearly as unwelcome as one might imagine. "Hmm."

"What?"

She blinked, dismissing the thoughts from her head. In a few hours, such things would trouble her no longer. "Nothing you need concern yourself with," she replied and glanced to the doors of her bedchamber. "I thought you said she would be out in a minute?"

Regina shrugged. "She wanted to 'freshen up'. I assumed she would be quick, but perhaps she is more prone to… female habits than I first thought." At that, the Queen raised a brow of her own and Regina explained, "In the world where we— where she is from, there is a saying that when a woman says 5 minutes, she really means 30."

"Ah." The Queen grinned. As she embodied that very saying herself, she understood the phrase all too well. "The joys of being a woman."

"Mmm." Regina leaned back, appearing to sink into the settee as she let out a heavy sigh.

The Queen studied her curiously. "Problem?"

Regina didn't immediately respond, though she did look at her as she contemplated something. The Queen felt her impatience growing but eventually Regina said, "You have complicated things more than you know."

"Nonsense," she replied, scoffing. "I assume you are referring to Emma, in which case I have simplified them. You love her. She loves you, and now you know exactly how compatible the two of you are in bed. Where exists this imagined complication?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "We are both…" She paused as the struggle to find the right words played out on her face. "…spoken for. Not to mention, this is going to confuse Henry."

"If our son is half as smart as his mothers, I imagine he will get over it quickly enough."

Regina groaned but the look of concession that followed said far more before she questioned, "And the former?"

The Queen shrugged. What did she care of the men in their lives? Killian she wouldn't mind watching choke to death, preferably at her own hand. What it was Emma saw in him, she wouldn't even think about let alone pretend to understand. And this man she found in the future, well— "If you were in love with whoever this man Emma mentioned is, then I never would have been able to 'complicate' anything. You love her. You slept with her, and you enjoyed it— more than, I wager. If you wish to remove said complication, I would suggest ridding yourself of this insignificant man and moving on with someone more worth our time, and loyalty."

That she meant Emma hadn't needed to be said.

"Easy for you to say."

"Yes," she agreed. It was, and given the years she'd spent chasing that dream of finding someone who loved her, who she was able to love in turn, she knew all too well the difficulty of letting go once she'd found it. But she also knew that had she found it, then she'd never have risked it by sleeping with another. "Which should tell you something should it not?"

Regina swallowed and glanced away, eyes darting toward the bedchamber. When she suddenly smiled, the Queen followed her gaze and the heat that had diminished with their conversation returned tenfold. Emma wore the robe as she'd requested but it remained open and the body she'd become well acquainted begged attention from within.

"I never took you for a tease, dear."

Emma grinned and shrugged. "Does that mean you've changed your mind about the robe then?"

The Queen made a sound in the back of her throat and looked to her older self. The desire Regina wore said all it needed to as she'd taken to biting her lower lip, one hand resting on her stomach as if it might push back the heat within. Returning her gaze to the blonde, the Queen smirked. "Yes," she admitted. "Be a good girl and remove it for me, would you?"

Emma discarded it without hesitation and like water, the robe slid from her shoulders. The Queen watched its descent with rapt attention, overcome with a sudden, overwhelming hunger to devour every inch of the toned, muscular flesh so brazenly revealed to them as she licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

She raised her hand and beckoned Emma to her. "You are truly magnificent," she purred as Emma stood before her. She leaned forward and ran a hand along her inner thigh, enjoying the heat that radiated against her palm as she leaned in even more and mouthed the skin of Emma's stomach.

It required every ounce of willpower she had to not move her lips further down and take what she craved most. She bit down, savoring the sound of the heady moan that erupted from Emma's mouth before she pulled back with a smirk. She shifted until she was on the opposite side of the settee to Regina, and patted the space between them.

"Sit," she said with a gesture to the platter of food waiting on the table. "Eat and then we can discuss what comes next."

Emma frowned as she took a seat. "Are we not going home?"

Regina opened her mouth but the Queen interjected, ignoring the brief pinch of disappointment in her chest. "Soon," she assured and placed a hand on her thigh. "I was, however, hoping you might… indulge me a little while longer."

She caught the look Regina sent her but ignored that too, more interested in what Emma wanted than what the older version of her thought of it all. If she didn't wish to stay and partake in what was planned, then she was free to leave— without Emma, of course.

"Indulge you how?"

The Queen grinned. "I am so glad you asked."

Sending up a silent prayer that she wasn't about to help her younger self, only to have Emma freak out on them, Regina took the plate from Emma's lap and placed it on the table.

"So," Emma drawled, flashing Regina a smile and stretching her arms up over her head before she slumped back against the settee. "Do I get details now, or…"

Regina stood slowly and sent the Queen a look, leaving it up to her on how she wanted her plans to play out. While she didn't know the exact details herself, she did know that whatever fantasy was swimming around in that head of hers was solely the Queen's own. She'd tried to figure out what it could be as they ate, but anything she'd thought of involved hurting Emma and she was fairly certain that although such thoughts had appealed to her back then, neither of them wanted that.

Shaking her head with a grin that spoke volumes, the Queen rose to stand beside Regina and gestured toward Emma. Emma's eyes went wide as her arms lifted of their own accord and draped across the back of the settee. She tried to bring them back down, biceps flexing tellingly, but when she couldn't, she looked up at them.

Regina was surprised. Rather than the anger or annoyance she expected, Emma appeared more resigned than anything as she waited for what came next. "You can change your mind," she said, giving her an out she wouldn't blame her for taking. Though it wasn't the first time Emma had been bound since they arrived, it was a first that she hadn't been given reason.

"You can," the Queen agreed. As she spoke, she removed her robe and let it fall to the floor before she added, "But I would be so very… disappointed, if you do."

Emma visibly swallowed, eyes trailing the length of her body. Regina watched her pupils dilate before she glanced down, and smirked. Emma was so turned on that she'd taken to squeezing her thighs together.

It put Regina at ease and she sighed inwardly.

A moment later, she gasped as a hand unceremoniously shoved her forward and she stumbled, her knees hitting the settee before she fell straight into Emma's lap. She raised her head in time to witness the scowl Emma sent behind her.

"You could have warned her," she growled before meeting her gaze. Regina smiled at the concern there and subtly shook her head.

"I could have," the Queen agreed and Regina could tell by her voice that if Emma was expecting contrition, she was about to be sorely disappointed. "But then, where would be the fun in that?"

Emma glared at her over Regina's head, but the Queen merely chuckled before the scent of magic filled the air and Regina shivered as her clothes vanished, skin prickling from the drop in temperature.

"Be a dear and turn around for me, hmm?"

Defiant, Regina ignored her and continued to look at Emma. Pink lips began to quirk at the corners as a tongue peeked out from between them, wetting them before a brow rose, almost daring her to do what she all of a sudden wanted to.

Whether accepting that dare, or simply to annoy her other half, Regina surged forward and kissed her. Emma moaned and even with her eyes shut in pleasure, Regina knew she was attempting to move her arms, and failing as a growl vibrated against her mouth.

Humming as she pulled back, she licked her lips. Whatever irritation she felt for the Queen was gone, the kiss having reignited an arousal that was becoming quite familiar around Emma Swan.

"Gods, you suck."

Her eyes fluttered, wondering if Emma was speaking to her. She chuckled upon realization that the fiery emerald gaze was fixed over her head before she finally deigned to do as her younger self had requested minutes before, and turned around in Emma's lap.

The first thing she noticed was that the Queen wasn't in the least bit bothered by having been temporarily denied given the expression of lust she wore. The second, was what Emma was very clearly referring to with her comment as the Queen continued touching herself, and fully enjoying it as she did so.

Regina moaned then and the sound drew plump lips up in another smirk. "As I told you earlier this morning, dear," the Queen purred. "You've grown soft. If you wish to annoy me, you'll need to try harder."

Taking the hand from between her legs, she brought glistening fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices from them, one by one. Regina moaned again, right along with Emma who squirmed underneath her before she said, "If you wanted me to indulge in this torture, then—"

"That," the Queen interrupted her, "is precisely what you are going to indulge me in, mi querido."

A strangled whine unlike anything Regina had heard before had her sitting up and looking over her shoulder at Emma, who looked as if she was about to cry. The sight tore at her heart strings, but also amused her no small amount, and she laughed at just how pitiful it was.

"Oh Emma," she breathed, head shaking. "You lovable idiot."

Emma pouted, which only made her laugh all the more harder as she turned back to the Queen and fell back against her. There came a huff before Regina felt the lips burrow into the crook of her neck and teeth at her pulse, and her breath hitched.

As Emma began to nibble on her flesh, the Queen grinned and slowly lowered herself down to the ground. Regina's eyes widened, knowing exactly what came next as the Queen grabbed her thighs and forced them apart.

"Oh no."

The Queen chuckled throatily and pressed forward, inhaling her scent. "Oh yes," she breathed out before dragging her tongue through slick folds.

Regina jerked against her mouth and tried to close her legs but the Queen pinched her thigh, tsking as she peered up at her and fluttered the tongue against her clit. Regina jerked again, whimpering, torn. It was the one thing they hadn't done yet, and she'd thought she'd been fine with that. Not once had it occurred to her that some part of her might want what was being offered, and it was with a start that she realized it wasn't just a small part, nor was it simply a want.

She craved what the Queen wanted to give her. Somewhere, deep down, she'd always been curious of how it felt— how good she was. By Emma's many reactions over the period of the last 12 hours, she was at least good at it— good enough to get her off on multiple occasions.

It was an absurd wonder, she'd fully admit, yet a wonder nonetheless.

Giving up on pretense, she allowed the muscles in her thighs to relax and sank back into the warmth of Emma's front. The Queen dove in before she could change her mind, licking and sucking at her cunt as though she were incapable of restraining herself. Regina moaned loudly and writhed beneath her as she reached behind herself, needing something to hold, to ground her as her fingers slipped through soft silken strands of long blonde hair.

As the Queen worked hard to bring her release, Emma nipped playfully at her skin before her mouth seemingly vanished. "That is the hottest thing I have ever seen."

Groaning as the warm breath skittered across her flesh, Regina rolled her head to the side. Emma nuzzled the skin behind her ear, lips resting just above her pulse as she raised her hips. Regina pushed down, giving her the pressure she sought and relishing the moan it drew from her mouth.

A sharp slap to her thigh ripped her from the bubble the two of them were starting to create and she gasped, gaze snapping down to the woman between her legs who glared up at her. She bit her lip, overcome suddenly with feelings of contrition. They were supposed to be 'torturing' Emma, and there she was being seduced— lulled into giving Emma the one thing she needed without so much as a thought.

She groaned. "Emma," she tried to snap but it came out as more of a whine instead and the responding laughter only confirmed the fact she'd just been played.

"Sorry," Emma murmured, lips gliding along her jaw. Lowering her voice, she teased, "I had no idea Regina Mills was so easy."

There was another slap and Emma hissed. "Do that again and we'll leave you here while we finish in bed," the Queen threatened, eyes dark as she stared up at them both.

Sighing, Emma's head fell back to the settee. Regina sympathized but her attention remained on the Queen. There was something about her mouth wet with her own desire, that aroused her more. She wanted it back on her as soon as possible, and if that meant siding with her younger self and tormenting Emma further, then she'd do it in a heartbeat.

"My soul," she purred, grinning when those eyes shifted to her and the flash of possessiveness within made her shiver. She pointedly looked down at herself, knowing that if she could, she would see how wet and swollen she was. The Queen followed her gaze and her nostrils flared as a tongue swiped her lower lip. "It isn't going to please itself."

Hands began to stroke along her inner thighs as the Queen emitted something crossed between a rumbling purr and a warning growl. Emma shuddered beneath her, and Regina grinned wider. She disentangled a hand from Emma's hair and brought it down, cupping the back of the Queen's head as she ground her hips purposely.

As though she'd been mortally wounded, Emma released a pitiful sounding groan and just as Regina had known she would, the Queen surged forward and buried her face in her cunt. Curling her fingers in the Queen's hair, Regina held her head between her thighs and turned her own, seeking Emma's lips and shoving her tongue into her mouth.

The sounds of their muffled pleasure seemed to spur the Queen on and she sucked Regina's clit into her mouth. Regina's eyes slammed shut, head swarming with pleasure.

"I want to touch you," Emma breathed, breaking the kiss. "Gods, your tits are just…" She whined and sucked at a lower lip before mumbling a simple, "Fuck," and going straight back to kissing her.

Regina grinned again.

When the hands did come, she arched into them with a hum, grateful the Queen had taken Emma's want upon herself. Her need burned in her stomach, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment as the nails of one hand sank into her breast, the other pinching her nipple and tugging it to a hardened point.

As her thighs began to quiver, the Queen nibbled her clit, making Regina gasp and buck against her mouth before she dragged her tongue down her slit. She prodded at her entrance with the tip, then pushed in with a long, low groan of pleasure.

Ripping her mouth from Emma's, Regina swore softly and rolled her hips. If it felt half as good for Emma whenever she'd done it to her, then she was in awe of the restraint Emma showed by not instantly coming in her mouth every time.

"I…" The Queen flicked her nipple and the words dissolved into another moan as Emma's lips and tongue played with the lobe of her ear. "Fuck."

Emma and the Queen released simultaneous chuckles before one hand disappeared from her breast. Regina opened her eyes and glanced down, curious of where it could possibly be going..

Her stomach flipped at the sight of the head between her thighs and she clenched the fist still tangled within the Queen's hair, wanting to pull her closer.

A thumb brushed against her clit but continued on, descending, disappearing beyond mouth and chin. She needed more. More of herself, and a lot more of Emma than she was getting. The constant, needy rocking of Emma's pelvis into her ass and the push of breasts against her back could only sate her lust for so long.

When Emma gasped, the sound choked, needy and loud beside her ear, she realized where exactly the hand had gone, and stiffened.

As the gasp turned to a slow, appreciative moan that crawled under her skin and settled in her blood, Regina's back arched with the sheer power of her release and she came, holding tight to the only two people who mattered to her in that moment.

"Well," Emma started, fidgeting with the wand they'd pilfered from the Dark One's vault. Now that they weren't all naked and… naked, she was nervous. "This was fun. We should uh… definitely do it again sometime."

The sound of throaty laughter filled the clearing and she bit her lip as she looked up, instantly enthralled by the sight of the Queen with her head thrown back, the sound slipping effortlessly from her mouth. Her eyes fell to the potion the Queen held in her hand, and she sighed.

Emma hated that she would forget what had transpired between them, when she knew that their time together was likely one of the few things in Regina's entire life she'd actually want to remember. "That isn't going to affect your memories, right?" she asked, turning to Regina.

Regina shook her head with a small smile. "No," she replied. "Rest assured, Miss Swan, once we step through this portal, I will be free to berate you for your idiocy on the other side."

"Oh." Emma sniffed, looking from one to the other and taking in their matching grins before she said, "Good."

"Shall we?" Regina raised a brow and Emma nodded.

"Right. Well. Uh—"

"Do try not to screw up our happy ending," the Queen drawled, saving Emma the trouble of having to stumble over a goodbye as she eyed Regina. "She may be an idiot, but I'm fairly certain she's ours."

"Hey!" Emma protested before the Queen grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked her into a kiss.

She melted and kissed her back.

"You," the Queen purred, flicking her chin with the tip of a finger as they parted. "Try not to give her reason to."

"Kay," she murmured, stumbling back a step.

For the first time since she'd arrived, the Queen sent her a smile that Emma was hard pressed to interpret as anything other than loving, and her chest warmed.

Tilting her head back, the Queen lifted the potion to her lips and downed it in one go as Regina grabbed Emma's hand and led her backwards into the portal. "Goodbye, mi corazón," she said, the words barely more than a whisper but loud enough that Emma heard as the portal swallowed them.

Emerging back in Storybrooke, Emma spun to face Regina and with desperation in her voice, asked, "What did she call me?"

Regina smiled, slowly at first but by the time she spoke it reminded Emma of the Queen's; love and acceptance all rolled into one as Regina said, "My heart."