A/N: The epilogue and the real, final ending. Thanks for the ride, everyone.

Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money.

1 week later

Emma woke up with a smile, just like she had every morning for the past six days. Her arms tightened around the body next to her, enjoying the feel of their naked skin gliding together. She moaned quietly when her nipples hardened against a soft shoulder blade.

"You are insatiable," Regina murmured groggily.

"Good morning." Emma pressed a kiss against skin that smelled of them and a combination of sex and their magic. Or maybe our sex is magic, Emma mused. She wasn't really all that awake yet. "Did you sleep well?"

Regina snorted. "An hour does not count as meaningful sleep, Ms. Swan."

"But it was worth it," Emma replied smugly.

Regina turned in her arms. "I never said it wasn't," she whispered before she caught Emma's lips in a tender kiss. "Good morning." Another kiss. "Are you enjoying your week?"

As promised, Emma had gotten her week alone with Regina. They had driven to a cabin that nobody had ever seen or heard of, as far away from the town as they could get while still staying within Storybrooke's borders. Emma had a suspicion that the cabin hadn't actually existed until they had needed it, but she didn't say anything to Regina.

Emma smiled at the woman in her arms. "The best week ever," she replied softly. "Exactly what I wanted and needed ... you, me, and every-"

"... available horizontal surface," Regina finished for her. "I know, dear." She smirked. "Don't forget all the vertical places either."

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head as she remembered some of the things they had done this past week. "Oh, believe me, I'm not ever forgetting any of this." She rolled over to cover Regina with her own body. "Thank you for this."

"No need to thank me," Regina whispered. "I needed this as much as you did." She looked away for a moment. "It's just that ..."

"You miss Henry," Emma stated. "So do I," she admitted. "Would you like to go back early?"

Regina shook her head. "No, I promised you a week," she said. "So you'll get today and tonight, and then we'll go home and smother our son with love and affection until he's mortally embarrassed."

"I do love your evil streak, my queen," Emma replied with a glint in her eye.

"Prove it, princess."

Just then, both their phones rang. With twin groans they separated and answered. The conversations were short, and afterwards they both sat against the headboard, slightly stunned expressions on their faces.

"That was my mom," Emma broke the silence. "The town barrier is down. Everyone can come and go as they please." She grasped Regina's hand. "Apparently, our kisses do more than make us feel good."

"That's good, I guess," Regina replied absent-mindedly. "Because we actually might need to leave every once in a while now."

"Why, what's going on?"

"That was Mrs. Frederic," Regina explained. "She wants to talk to us."

"About?"

"They want us to become Regents of the Warehouse." Regina still sounded somewhat dazed. "And Mrs. Frederic is not someone you say no to."

Emma thought for a moment. "I guess it makes sense for them," she finally said. "We already know about the warehouse, and they need to keep us close somehow."

"I suppose you're right."

"Does that mean I'm finally getting a Tesla?"

Regina laughed with a shake of her head. "You can't let that go, can you?" Then she rolled away from Emma and leaned over the side of the bed. When she sat back up, she held a flat, rectangular wooden box in her hand.

"What's that?"

"A present for you," Regina explained as she pressed the box in Emma's hand. "Helena left it for you."

Emma slowly opened the box. "I don't believe it," she breathed. "Do you know what's in here?" she asked Regina.

Regina nodded. "I asked her for it," she admitted. "You deserve it." Suddenly she was very quiet. "I also think you deserve something else ... if you want to, that is ... but you said you would ... one day ... and the stability would be good for Henry, I guess ..."

Emma stopped her rambling with a kiss. "Yes," she whispered against Regina's lips.

"What?"

Emma smiled. "Did you not just ask me to marry you? With a Tesla gun no less?" She kissed her again. "Not romantic, but much cooler than a ring, by the way."

Regina mirrored Emma's smile. "I guess I did." She paused. "I love you, you know."

"I know."

"And?"

"And I really like the Tesla."

"And?"

"And I really want to marry you."

"I wonder why ..." Regina huffed.

"Because I love you."

"Was that so hard?"

"Nope. But it was fun to see you squirm."

"You're an-"

"Idiot, I know." Emma tossed the box on the floor and covered Regina's body with her own. "Stop talking."

And they spent their last day at the cabin much the same way they had spent the previous six days.

Happy.

The End