DISCLAIMER:: do not own. just borrowing for purpose of creative expression. no profit obtained.

A/N:: so forgot about this. my laptop is rigged to give me reminders and it didn't for this story so i apologise. anyhoo... the ratings been bumped up to M as sexy times are now contained herein. i really think i'm getting better at them, thanks to dreamscape. so i'm giving my imagination an honourary lesbian card for all the lesbian sex it's participating in for the sake of my stories.

SWAN QUEEN SWAN QUEEN SWAN QUEEN

-9 Years Ago, Passenger Seat of a Truck, Somewhere in Texas-

"So, what you running from kid?"

Emma looked over at the truck driver beside her, before her gaze flipped back to the window. There was no scenery beyond the glass for her to focus on, just black night. She hadn't seen much since they'd left Shreveport. But she couldn't find it in her to be scared of the possible consequences hitchhiking presented. The truck driver had been leaving Atlanta and that was good enough for her. "Does it matter?"

The driver, a man in his mid-forties with a mustache and messy brown hair hidden underneath a trucker hat, had introduced himself as Dale. He wore a blue flannel shirt and well worn Levi's, both that he'd probably been wearing for the past decade. He reminded her a little of Jeff Foxworthy and she briefly wondered if they were related somehow. Wasn't he always talking about having a lot of family? And he was from Georgia too if she remembered correctly. Maybe it was Jeff Foxworthy.

"It's none of my business, but we have a ways to go yet. Sometimes it's nice to let it out."

Emma frowned at the window. What could it hurt? Once they reached El Paso, she'd never have to see Dale again. "My best friend, my only friend, died three months ago."

"I'm sorry."

Emma nodded. That was the go to response, wasn't it? Everyone was sorry. What... was it some pre-programmed response that was implanted in every human at birth? She was so tired of hearing apologies. But Dale didn't know that, he couldn't know that. So she swallowed her frustration, letting it retreat back below the surface. "I sent her out to get some milk. It could have waited until morning. It really wasn't that important. I just had to send her out. And now all I have left of her is a stupid blue broach. She loved that thing. It was nothing really, costume jewelry and gaudy as hell, but she loved it. It was a present from her mother when she was still alive. It's the only thing she insisted I keep if anything were to ever happen to her." It was all Carmen had left of her mother, a woman she only talked about rarely and with such reverence. He mother had died when she was still a toddler, leaving her in her father's loving but, often times, incapable hands. Apparently he had an important job, some business suit executive type and his advisor was in his ear too much. She had only ever talked about the advisor with complete and utter disgust.

"So, why are you going to El Paso? Trying to get back to your family?"

Emma chuckled dryly. "No, definitely not. I think I like the idea of going to California. I hear the weather's nice out there and I've always wanted to learn how to surf. So that's where I'm heading." Her hand went to the swan pendant hanging from the chain around her throat. She'd had it on her when they found her. That and a baby blanket with her first name embroidered on it. Her only two clues as to her origins and how they'd named her. Emma had been the name embroidered on the blanket and Swan for the pendant. Emma Swan. Over the years she had alternated between despising that name for what it was and clinging to it desperately for the same reasons.

Her parents… she'd thought about them constantly throughout her young childhood. They must have had to give her up. That had to be it, right? Why else would they leave her with a solid gold (she'd had it appraised once) pendant and a blanket with her name on it. If her mother was just some random coke whore who got knocked up and needed to ditch her mistake, wouldn't she have just been left on some church steps in a grocery bag or something? Why go to the trouble of naming her if she was just going to toss her out with the trash? No, her mother had to give her up, of that she was sure. The only question was… why?

SWAN QUEEN SWAN QUEEN SWAN QUEEN

-Present Day, Castle of the Evil Queen, Undisclosed Location-

Emma Swan had spent most of her school days in and out of trouble. She'd always been opinionated, loud, and brash, a lethal combination in most teachers' minds. They had no patience for them just as she had none for authority. It had led to a keen familiarity with the inner workings of the headmaster's office. She had been in there so often during high school that she had been on a first name basis with his secretary… and him for that matter, though that was more to annoy him than anything. So she'd skipped the dazed schoolgirl crush phase, where she would write Mrs. Insert Random Classmate's Last Name Here all over her notebooks and spend class daydreaming about kissing said classmate. She'd never really had a crush on anyone, not even Henry's father… until now.

She wasn't quite sure she'd ever get used to the feeling of Regina's magical smoke swirl teleportation thing. She turned to the bed chamber door and opened it. Because of the magical protection on it, they hadn't been able to poof directly inside. She looked over her shoulder as the door slammed behind her. Regina was leaning against the closed door. Her chest was heaving as she sucked in air, her eyes trained on Emma with a look of pure lust. All of a sudden, her corset seemed impossibly tighter, with every breath she took it seemed as if her ample cleavage was about to burst forth from the top.

Emma turned and stepped forward, leaning down and alternating between sucking and biting the creamy flesh protruding from the top of the corset, flesh that she had been stroking only hours earlier when the mirror had interrupted them. No matter, there were no mirrors in here, no way to be interrupted. Her hands slid across the satin fabric of the Queen's jacket. She had no idea how in the hell she'd even begin to go about getting Regina out of her clothes… were they painted on?

As if hearing her thoughts, or more likely just eager for more contact, the Evil Queen waved a hand and her clothes dissipated. Emma felt herself free from the burden of her own dress as well. She pulled back a couple feet and for a moment, both women observed each other, studying the soft heaviness of full breasts, the flare of hips away from the narrow taper of waists.

Regina's skin was flawless, even and toned. She could spend hours mapping out the smooth tan expanse of it with her hands and mouth. Her breasts were smaller than Emma's own, but full and round, flushed slightly on top from where Emma had been sucking and biting at them. The tantalizing apex of her thighs…. Her fingers tingled, ever so silently encouraging the blonde to reach out and touch the body before her, to prove that something so perfect was truly being offered up for their exploration and consumption.

Emma's own body was hardly something to balk at. Regina had never looked on anything more pleasing in her life. She'd had body slaves attend to her needs countless times over her reign, but it had always been about being pleased. They were a blur of faces hovering, below her as she rode them if they were male or, more often they were female and their faces had been downcast as their hands had stumbled through exploring between her legs. She had rarely demanded access to any of their bodies and if she had, she had never wasted time exploring it with just her eyes. But Lady Swan's body was an entirely different story. It was an exquisite battle map of scars and stories of all she had endured. She wanted to run her hands across them, then her tongue; she endeavoured to know all that had brought each mark, each mar of delicious flesh, into being, some more than others. She had never wanted to understand someone, all of someone, so much. It should frighten her after all she'd been through, after all she'd lost. But she was no longer the girl she'd been when she'd lost Daniel. She was stronger now, more capable of keeping and protecting what was hers. And Lady Swan wanted to be hers. She had chosen her, over them, dark over light.

Emma held out her hand for Regina's and the brunette offered hers freely. Emma grasped her wrist softly and kissed the fingertips of the hand, one by one. She dragged the hand down of the fluttering flesh of her throat and then lower still, over the two necklaces she always wore, one with a swan pendant, the other with a large blue stone of some sort, the metal seeming to pulse under Regina's fingers as they scraped over it, and finally down onto the firm softness of one of her full breasts.

Regina took it from there, stepping away from the door as her hand gently squeezed the flesh under it. Her thumb stroked across a pink nipple, bringing it to blushing awareness. Her other hand found the twin and gave it the same attention. She pressed their bodies together, trapping her groping hands between them as they continued at their task, and gently used the press of her body to push the blonde back to the bed.

When the back of Emma's legs hit the mattress, she sunk backward upon it, her hands gripping Regina's hips and bringing the brunette with her. She guided the brunette's body up until she was lying on the pillows and comfortably situated and then crawled over her, straddling her hips.

Regina groaned as their cores rocked against each other.

Emma smirked and rocked into her a few more times, causing both their eyes to flutter shut. Finally the blonde stopped in favour of leaning down and catching one the darker woman's breasts with her mouth. She sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, lavishing it with the attention of her tongue, nibbling softly every so often to elicit a moan from the woman beneath her. She showered the other side with equal affection, feasting on their fullness until she had the brunette writhing beneath her.

Regina's right hand slipped into blonde locks and tugged gently, directing the blonde's mouth back up to hers, where she claimed it fiercely.

Emma readjusted her body until she had only one of Regina's thighs firmly between her own, so she could spread her legs. Emma's tongue continued to fight for dominance over the other in the brunette's mouth as her left hand skidded down past the brunette's stomach to the source of her need. She urged her thighs apart, stroking softly down the inside of the one not currently in a death grip between her own with the backs of her fingers. Then her hand slid between the brunette's folds, sampling her wetness, and Regina gasped into the hard embrace of Emma's mouth, shocked into giving the blonde's tongue unrestricted access, which she took full advantage of, massaging the brunette's with her own. Emma's fingers continued to agonizingly slide up and down her length. She pulled away from their kiss enough to look lustily into the eyes of her lover, brown darkened to near coal black with desire. "Baby, you're so wet." She claimed the kiss swollen lips beneath hers once more, kissing her deeply, as she slid two fingers into Regina.

Regina arched to meet the thrust. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body slaves had done well enough, they were competent, but they'd always brought her to climax with a sense of duty, for it was their job. In comparison Lady Swan was praising Regina's body with her actions. She stroked inside her with no sense of urgency, just a desire to give her what she needed. She could feel the pooling of the blonde's own need gathering on her thigh. She reached out her hands and grasped the blonde's hips, grinding the woman's core down against her thigh.

Now it was Emma's turn to gasp into the mouth beneath hers. Now that Regina had reminded her of her own needs, she began to ride the thigh pressed firmly between her legs, building up a delicious friction with the aide of the hands on her hips assisting her as her own skilled fingers continued their ministrations inside the brunette.

Regina's head fell back as she moaned appreciatively. "Oh, Lady Swan, yes."

Emma frowned, biting her bottom lip. She kissed the jaw of the woman beneath her as she picked up the pace of her fingers. "Call me by my first name?"

Regina could hardly maintain focus for all the blonde's movements inside of her, right there balanced on the precarious edge before falling into complete bliss, but her brain registered the comment. "Your first name?"

The blonde nodded, her head falling back on her neck as the pace of her hips finally caught the perfect amount of friction and she could feel her orgasm building. She pressed a kiss to Regina's lips, her jaw, her cheek. "Emma. My name is Emma."

They came right then, together.

"Regina!"

"Emma."