Author's Note: This is my version of Season 3.

Part II

Emma shifted closer to the warm body beside her and slid an arm across the slender waist cuddled against her own. "Next time" She whispered into a delicate shell of an ear, "we're going to do this in a bed, with candles and champagne chilling in a fancy-ass bucket of ice beside us."

The body, the soft and surprisingly delicate woman's body vibrated with a quiet chuckle. "I'm glad you have your priorities in order, Dear." She rolled over and arranged herself in Emma's arms, head lazily laid on Emma's bicep. Regina looked devastatingly beautiful in the flickering fire light and a buzzing warmth slipped into Emma's stomach at the sight of her. She buried her fingers in Regina's dark hair and pulled her tight against her body with the other arm, still wrapped around the smaller woman's trim middle.

"Not that I'm not adventurous, but on the ground by the fire is starting to get a little old." She smirked over at the lump of another body sleeping on the other side of the slowly dying campfire, "especially with an audience."

Regina hummed in reply and curled her arms around Emma's shoulders. Emma would have commented on the unusual behavior, but honestly she was enjoying the closeness. "I've missed you, Emma. Which is insane because I wanted you gone for so long, but now I miss you terribly."

That didn't make sense, and yet, Emma understood it. She felt like it had been forever since she'd had Regina in her arms. The past seemed fuzzy and indefinite, like she'd just jerked awake from an unexpected nap. "I've missed you too." She pressed a kiss to Regina's forehead and leaned against her, letting the scent of Regina's hair and skin wash over her. She sighed and moved her lips down Regina's face slowly till she reached her somehow still perfectly red lips and dropped a small kiss the scar that marked them. Regina's fingers tightened around her shoulders and Emma grinned as she slid her lips fully against the brunette's. It was all too easy to roll her hips and slide her body on top of the lithe queen.

They were bare underneath the blanket, which was not what she had expected. Unexpected as it was, Emma definitely appreciated the total access she now had to Regina's perfect body. She ran her hands down Regina's cheeks, along her neck, dragging her blunt nails down her neck, tickling already goose-pimpled skin. She let her fingers caress a path down to Regina's breasts, the most amazing pair of breasts Emma had ever seen (and she'd seen her fair share of naked women) and cupped the mounds. Regina gasped and her back arched sharply. Emma smirked, Regina was so sensitive and responsive to her touch. Emma's hands continued their path down Regina's now familiar body. "God, you're fucking perfect." She pressed a kiss to Regina's flat stomach and the woman jerked so hard that Emma lifted herself up, balancing her weight on her palms, looking down over Regina. There were tears in her brown eyes.

"Regina?" She settled beside the woman and moved her hands back to her face to wipe tears. "What's wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Regina pressed her hand to Emma's and held it in place. "Nothing. You, this, it's all perfect. I just wish-" She turned her face away and Emma had to gently tug her cheek to see Regina's face again.

"What, what's the matter?"

All around them, thick white fog was rolling in and Emma felt the cold press against the warm love nest she'd made with Regina.

"I just wish this was real."

Emma straddled Regina again, one knee planted on either side of her thighs, covering Regina's beautiful body with her own, letting her blonde hair fall around them, caging them in. "In the past few months I have been almost barbecued by a dragon, nearly squished by an ogre and came damn close to being shishkabobed by Peter-Fucking-Pan and out of all that crazy bullshit, this is the realest thing I think I've ever had happen to me." She leaned down and kissed Regina, trying to communicate the feelings that her words were failing miserably to explain. She felt Regina moan and her perfect lips parted underneath Emma's and her clever tongue slid across Emma's bottom lip and she gasped-

Emma gasped, jerking out of her dream, startled awake by the blaring alarm less than a foot from her head. Her arm shot out and she slapped at the docked iPad mini until she found the snooze. She rolled over, moving from her stomach to her back with the grace of a beached whale. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and the drool from her cheek and tried to remember whatever dream she had been having before the alarm had ended it. It was blurry and fading fast, something about a camping trip, Emma wasn't sure. It had definitely been a good dream, if the slick heat in her boyshorts was any indication, but it was gone. Completely and totally erased from her brain. Damn.

She looked over at the clock and scowled at the numbers. six-twenty-five. God, why had she decided to let Henry go to the fancy-shmancy private school that started at seven-thirty instead of the more manageable eight-thirty that the NYC Public System worked with. Because she reminded herself as she tucked her bare arms behind her head, he loved it. The scholarship, the Mills Achievement Award, paid for his tuition and uniforms in full, and it was way the hell better than anything Manhattan's public options offered. She would have never imagined her kid would go to private school, but he was practically a genius. Speaking of, she heard her son squeezing a round of Modern Warfare in before they had to leave. He was such a morning person, she had no idea where he got it. Henry definitely hadn't inherited that from her, she much prefered waking up about noon and staying up until the sun came back up, but that had been years ago, before she was a Mom.

"Mom, I can't find my other shoe!"

Emma grinned despite herself, and as a Mom to an almost-teenage boy, her day had begun. She levered herself out of bed, dream or lack there of, forgotten. She pulled on her pajama pants, fuzzy blue striped flannel, and shuffled into the kitchen. She needed coffee before she attempted to be a responsible adult and parent. Henry, precious little angel of a child that he was, had already set the keurig to making her morning cup of French Roast and by the time she had reached the machine, her coffee was ready. After she drained the cup she was alert enough to help her son find his shoe, he could read on a Junior College level, but he couldn't think to look under the couch. By her second cup she pulled clothes on, and they were out the door exactly-almost-on time. The school, all fancy like, was easiest to get to by the subway, so after a quick stop at Jorje's Bodega for bagels, juice for Henry and more coffee for her, they were on the train. Emma browsed through the Times while Henry tried to beat her high score on Star Wars Angry Birds on his iPad. They got to Henry's Co-Ed Super-Acclaimed Prep School on the posh East Side just in time for the bell and he rushed in with little more then a "Bye Mom!"

The trip back to her apartment was quiet and she spent that time browsing her emails and messages on her iPhone. She didn't need to be in the office until ten, one of the perks of being Senior Bond Enforcement Agent, she decided to go home, get ready and get in a little bit early. The Early Bird got the worm, or in her case, the fugitive.

Gone were the days of skinny jeans and beanies though she did have her jeans in her closet. Emma showered and dressed in black slacks and a tailored white shirt. She finished her look with a black leather jacket, couldn't let all of her badass-ways completely go, and pulled her boots on and her hair in to a loose ponytail. She left her apartment for the second time with her soft-sided briefcase hanging from her shoulder and her phone already at her ear. Big Apple Bail Bonds was always hopping and today was no exception.

She walked down the sidewalk with Starbucks in one hand and her phone in another, hustling like a true-born New Yorker, "No, Arturo. I don't care how good the money is, I'm not going to the ass-end of New Jersey on a weekday." She balanced her phone on her shoulder and slid her sunglasses on to block the early morning sun as she headed to the office, "Well send Mick, then, he likes Jersey for some unknown reason. He speaks Dumbass fluently and has contacts in the area." Emma unlocked then slid into her bright yellow VW Bug. "Because I have standards, Arturo, and a kid to pick up after school." She ended the call and started up her beloved car.

Okay so her job wasn't perfect and her car had a few too many miles on it to even be considered "vintage" but all in all, Emma had a perfect life that she wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

Regina lay perfectly still, flat on her back by the cold fire, staring at the sunrise as it trickled between the branches and leaves above her. One hand lay on her corset and dress covered midsection. She could still feel the pleasant burn of Emma's phantom kiss there, tingling on her skin. Her other hand was clapped over her mouth, holding in her sobs. Anywhere else, Emma could have kissed her anywhere else and it would have been okay. Emma, though, had laid a kiss on her stomach, right above the light fluttering that she knew was their growing child. It hadn't been real, only a very realistic dream. She was never going to see Henry or Emma again, all she had left of the two people she loved with all of her dark and battered heart was Emily. Her fingers brushed small circles over her midsection.

"Regina?" Belle's voice, accent heavier with sleep, met her ears, "Are you going to be ill again? Should I make you some tea?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to calm herself. "No, no, I'm not sick this morning. I just had-" She let her eyes open and stared up at the trees, "a dream."

"Oh." Belle's answer was short, but considering she had just watched her boyfriend die right before her eyes, Regina thought that the other woman might know a little something about dreams.

"Would you like some breakfast? I think Granny packed us some rolls." Regina sat up slowly, the dream clinging to her, "Yes, thank you." A new day was beginning in the Enchanted Forest, and Regina Mills, former Evil Queen, would face whatever it brought. For the first time in in forever, though, she thought, looking across the campsite at Belle, she was not alone.