A/N: final chapter peeps. Thanks for following/favouriting/reviewing. This chapter follows the first month of Emma living with Henry and Regina. Ending in sexy times! So here's your NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK warning.

Week 1

"So you're really going to live here?" Henry asked, lifting a cardboard box from the trunk of Emma's bug.

"That's why I packed up my entire life, kid," Emma grinned, taking a box herself and leading the way into the mansion.

"We're going to be a family?" Henry asked as Emma unlocked the door with her new key.

"We're going to see how things go," Emma explained. "This is going to be a big adjustment for all of us. But your mum and I are willing to give it a chance because we both want you to be happy."

"How did Grandma and Grandpa take the news?" Henry asked.

Emma dropped her box onto her new bed and turned around. "How do you think?" she asked. "They were angry, I guess. They have a long way to go before they forgive Regina and I don't think they're too keen on their long lost daughter moving in with their mortal enemy. But I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions. They have to like it or lump it."

"Pretty sure they'll be lumping it for a while," Henry laughed.

"Well they've gotta suck it up tomorrow night. I invited them for dinner."

"Does Mom know?" Henry asked.

"It was her idea," Emma shrugged.

"Oh God," Henry sighed. "A double date between my two moms and my grandparents. This is not going to end well is it?"

"Probably not, kid. Probably not."

Week 2

"I told you to wait for me!" Regina said with an exasperated huff, giving the smouldering stove a final blast with the fire extinguisher.

"Sorry," Emma repeated, guiltily. "It's just that Henry was hungry and I thought it might be nice to have dinner ready when you came home."

"You're not my wife, Emma," Regina sighed, placing the extinguisher down and turning away from her destroyed pan. "I'm perfectly capable of cooking for my son."

"Our son," Emma shot back. "And I know, it's just that you always make dinner for us. I wanted to return the favour, especially after the success of the dinner party last weekend."

"But you can't cook," Regina pointed out, waving her hand in the direction of the smoking stove.

"Well I kinda forgot that little detail," Emma shrugged. "Although now you mention it, Henry did advise me against my attempt to make dinner for that reason. Smart kid. Shall I swing by Granny's and pick us up some takeout? I'll pay, of course."

"I think that would be best," Regina nodded. "I'll tidy up this mess while you're gone. I don't think there was too much smoke damage so I won't be forwarding you a bill for a new kitchen."

Emma bowed gallantly and left the room before Regina could scold her further.

The brunette watched her go with a small smile on her face before she turned back to survey her wrecked kitchen. She knew Emma's heart had been in the right place when she had started cooking but that didn't stop her being angry at the the woman for attempting to do something which was only ever going to end in disaster. Ever since the first morning Emma moved in to the mansion, Regina had insisted on cooking all the meals for the little family. The blonde considered burnt toast and coffee a substantial breakfast or else bought saturated fat disguised as pastries from Granny's. Plus Emma's Sheriff shifts often ran later than Regina's mayoral work so really, it just made sense for Regina to had dinner ready when the blonde came home. It wasn't a wifely duty, it was logic.

Week 3

"I'll trade you one ore for two sheep," Emma offered.

"No deal," Henry said stubbornly.

"Come on kid, gimme a break. The dice are not in my favour today."

"It's not my fault you built your settlements in bad places," Henry countered, reaching over to the game box to convert one of his own settlements to a city.

"You and your mom are ganging up on me," Emma huffed, sitting back against the sofa.

"Now now, dear," Regina sing songed. "It's the taking part that counts remember?"

"I'm not five," Emma shot back.

"Could have fooled me," Regina muttered as she leaned forward to roll the dice.

Henry laughed as he watched his blonde mother scowl at his brunette mother. It was a Saturday evening and when Emma had asked what he wanted to do, he had immediately suggested Settlers of Catan. It was by far his favourite board game and he rarely got a chance to play it with more than just two people. He hadn't realised Emma was so competitive though and as soon as Regina had started to pull ahead, the blonde's mood had plummeted.

"How about we watch a movie instead?" Henry asked as he watched Emma's eyes narrow when Regina's dice allowed her to collect five different resource cards.

"Good idea," Regina said, hastily packing the game away before Emma exploded. "Go and pick one Henry and we'll go and make some popcorn."

Emma stood up and stomped out of the room towards the kitchen. Regina found her minutes later, rummaging through the snack cupboard, packets of food strewn over the counter.

"What are you looking for?" Regina asked.

"Reeses Pieces," came the response.

Regina laughed and walked up behind Emma, leaning over her to pull them from the top shelf where she had hidden them a couple of weeks previously.

"You're stashing candy away from me?" Emma asked, turning around to look into Regina's smug face as the brunette stood her ground, less than a foot separating the two women.

"Well if I didn't, you and Henry would eat them all before I got a chance to enjoy one," Regina countered, holding the box teasingly in her hand.

"Gimme them," Emma said, lunging for the packet.

Regina leaned backwards, away from Emma's hand. The blonde glowered before she wrapped an arm behind the brunette and spun her around, pushing her against the counter.

"Don't be mean," she growled, her face inches from Regina's, Emma's pelvis keeping the brunette pinned to the cupboard.

Regina's breath hitched at the proximity and the box of chocolates thudded to the countertop. Emma licked her lips, suddenly feeling flushed.

"What's taking you guys so …," Henry faltered as he entered the kitchen and saw his two mothers pressed up against the counter.

Emma quickly took a step away from Regina, grabbed the candy and walked back towards the living room. "Just getting us some Reeses," she said, waving the box as if to prove her statement.

Henry looked quizzically from Regina to Emma's retreating back but said nothing.

Week 4

"You need to expand out of the brackets first and then you can find the value of x," Emma said, pointing to the example question.

"No, no. You need to simplify the whole equation, Henry. You can't expand out until you've tidied the brackets up," Regina argued, pointing to the second part of the math problem.

"Moms! How is this helping me?" Henry exclaimed, throwing his pen on top of his homework book and covering his face with his hands.

The two women stared challengingly at each other over the boy's head before Emma finally acquiesced. Math had never been her strong suit.

The blonde turned and slouched out of the dining room to take up her usual spot on the three seater couch. She flicked on the tv and curled up under a blanket to watch a mindless gameshow.

Half an hour later, a mug of coco, sprinkled liberally with cinnamon, appeared in front of her. Emma raised her head and looked up at Regina.

"Peace offering?" the brunette said with a small smile.

Emma took the mug and blew on the steaming liquid as she sat up.

"Did he finish?" she asked, taking a tentative sip.

"Yes," Regina nodded, sitting in her armchair beside the fireplace. "He's upstairs getting ready for bed. I said you'd go up and say goodnight in a bit."

There was a long pause.

"I feel useless," Emma whispered.

"What do you mean?" Regina asked.

"He doesn't need me. I can't help with homework because I never completed high school myself. I always sucked at math. I sucked at everything actually. But you, you're amazing. You understand all the weird algebra stuff, you can explain it all to him. What use is a mother who can't help her son?"

Regina moved over to sit beside the blonde and took both of Emma's hands in hers.

"Listen to me, Emma," Regina said, waiting for the blonde's green gaze to meet her own before continuing. "You are a fantastic mother. This past month you've been living with us, I've never seen Henry happier. We have different strengths as parents and together we are giving our son the love and support he deserves. Ok so you can't help him with his math homework. I can't challenge him to a game on the Xbox because those controls are just too confusing. And you'll never catch me racing around the garden jumping over obstacles like you two did last weekend. We're different mothers, and that's ok. All that matters is that we love him."

"I do," Emma said, with a weak smile.

"I've never doubted it for a second. I mean, he's pretty loveable right?"

Emma laughed. "Agreed. Thanks Regina."

"You're welcome," the brunette replied, pulling the younger woman closer and giving her a brief hug.

As Emma pulled back, she looked into Regina's deep brown eyes. Smiling shyly, she wiggled her fingers slightly and Regina released her hands' grip on them immediately with a muttered apology.

"I'm gonna go say goodnight to our son," Emma said, getting up from the couch and heading out of the room.

"It's been a month you know," Henry said as he climbed into his bed minutes later. "Since you came to live with us."

"Time flies when you're having fun," Emma smiled, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling the duvet up to her son's chin.

"Are you staying?" Henry asked, hopefully.

"I'm not going anywhere," Emma assured.

"And you and Mom," Henry pushed. "You're friends?"

"It's complicated, Henry," Emma sighed. "But yes, we're getting along as well as to be expected."

"She likes you," Henry said. "And I know you like her too."

Emma stood to place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight kid, I'll see you in the morning."

"Mom," Henry said just as Emma reached the door. "Don't give up your chance of a happy ending just because you're scared."

"I told him he could read for ten minutes before he turns his light off," Emma said as she flopped back down on the couch opposite Regina. "Such a nerd." The brunette frowned at her from over the rim of the herbal tea she was sipping. "In a good way," Emma amended.

"Hmmm," Regina said, through pursed lips. "I don't know where he gets it from."

"You," Emma said simply, turning off the muted television and sitting cross legged across from Regina.

"Impossible," Regina replied.

"Nature versus nurture," Emma shrugged. "I'm just glad you won."

"I don't know," Regina smiled. "I think our son would look rather dashing with green eyes."

Emma swallowed thickly. It was now or never.

"My eyes?" she asked.

Regina flushed prettily and placed her mug in her lap. "Yes. You have beautiful eyes Emma."

"So do you," Emma said, her voice a little lower than usual.

Regina scoffed. "They're just boring and brown. Nothing special like yours."

"Your eyes are stunning, Regina. So full of warmth, compassion and kindness. They take my breath away every time you look at me, even if they're shooting daggers."

Regina gave a nervous laugh. "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome," Emma smiled, sitting up straighter. "I get the feeling it's been far too long since someone has told you how beautiful you truly are. I think you need to be reminded every now and then."

"Unlike you," Regina replied. "Men are always falling at your feet, telling you how gorgeous you are. Graham, August, Hook."

Emma couldn't help but laugh. "Those three? Well, let's just say they weren't my type."

"But Graham?" Regina questioned, her eyebrows quirked.

"Confirmed what I've known since I was a teenager," Emma interrupted. "I'm gay, Regina."

There was a pregnant pause in which Emma held her breath and Regina tried to wrap her head around the revelation.

"But … but you had Henry," Regina frowned.

"I tried to be straight," Emma shrugged. "I knew life would be easier if I was. Neal, Henry's dad, was a nice guy but I knew it wasn't right for me. I've only ever dated women since."

"I never knew," Regina whispered.

"You never asked," Emma pointed out.

"Maybe we should have stayed in the Enchanted Forest," Regina murmured.

"What?" Emma asked.

"Whilst that land may be backwards in terms of plumbing and electricity, it's rather open minded about sexuality," Regina explained. "Gay and lesbian couples were very common and never judged negatively. I had quite a shock when I came over in fact."

Emma's brain raced to process that last statement. "You … you mean. Are you gay too?" she asked at last.

"I dislike labels," Regina shrugged. "If you insist on giving me one, I suppose I'm bisexual. But once I appeared in Storybrooke, I quickly learned to keep any sexual liaisons with women away from the public eye. In the end, it was just easier to put up with Graham's lacklustre efforts than face the looks I'd get whenever my latest girlfriend was discovered."

Emma nodded slowly, trying to understand what she was hearing. Regina liked women. Regina enjoyed sex with women. Regina thought Emma was gorgeous. Regina.

Very slowly, Emma raised herself up onto her knees. Regina watched as the blonde woman moved tentatively towards her. Without breaking eye contact, Emma moved to straddle Regina's outstretched legs and placed her hands on the arm rest against which the brunette was reclining. Regina's eyes widened slightly at the blonde's boldness but she didn't move. Well, except her tongue, which swept out of her mouth to dampen her plump bottom lip.

Emma crashed her mouth against Regina's unable to control herself any more. Her hands moved to fist in the short brown hair, pulling the older woman closer to her. Abandoning her mug, Regina's hands slithered up Emma's sides and wrapped around her neck as her mouth opened to the blonde's demanding tongue.

Emma groaned as she tasted Regina for the first time. The tip of her tongue slid between her lips and swiped teasingly through Regina's hot mouth. Fingernails grazed her neck at the sensation and Emma smiled into the kiss, laying herself on top of Regina as she did so.

"Shit!" Regina exclaimed as the cool remnants of her tea finally spilt.

Emma pushed herself up and off the brunette, scrambling to the far end of the couch. Her eyes were wide with fear as she waited for Regina's wrath.

Patting her damp lap, Regina raised her head to see a terrified blonde huddled before her.

"Oh, Emma, no!" Regina soothed. "It wasn't you, it was the tea. You kind of spilt it on me."

Emma let out an audible sigh. "I thought, I mean, I thought I'd pushed you …" She trailed off.

Regina smiled and stood from the couch, brushing the damp patch and moving to stand in front of Emma. Bending down, she placed a chaste kiss against the pale, swollen lips below her.

"You didn't push me," Regina assured. "You were just the one brave enough to make the first move."

Emma grinned and pulled Regina back towards her, melding their lips together once more.

"And now I'm going to make the second move," Regina said breathily when they finally broke apart.

Holding out her hand, Regina stepped away from the couch and winked at Emma. The blonde grinned widely, took Regina's hand firmly in her own, and got to her feet. The older woman led the way out of the living room, switching the downstairs lights off as they passed and made their way up the elegant staircase.

As soon as the door to the master bedroom was closed, Regina gasped when she was pushed forcefully against it. Emma's hands were everywhere at once as she fought to rid Regina of her blazer, shirt and pants as fast as possible. Within seconds, the brunette was down to her underwear and when Emma's hands snaked around her thighs, she willingly jumped up to wrap her legs around the woman's waist.

Emma's mouth moved hungrily against Regina's, her tongue thoroughly exploring as she pinned the older woman to the door with her hips. Regina groaned and raked her fingers up and down Emma's back beneath her tank top.

"Off," she mumbled, tugging ineffectively at the leather jacket Emma was wearing.

Lowering Regina to the floor, Emma shrugged off her jacket and tossed it aside. Regina's fingers flew to her pants fastenings as Emma pulled her own top over her head. Breathing heavily, both women looked at the other for a moment before Regina backed Emma up towards her bed. They fell onto the soft sheets in a tangle of limbs, wrestling for control as they slid up the bed towards the pillows.

Eventually Emma won. Pinning Regina's wrists above her head with her right hand, the blonde tugged at the black bra before wrapping her mouth around a hard nipple. Regina cried out, arching up into the touch as Emma's tongue laved the stiffened tip. Lying on top of Regina, Emma's core ached with want. She could feel the heat from Regina's sex against her own thigh and knew she couldn't wait any longer.

Abandoning Regina's breasts, Emma slithered down the flawless body before her and practically ripped the lace thong from slender hips. Wasting no more time, Emma buried her head between parted thighs, moaning at the first taste of Regina as it exploded on her tongue.

With her hands now free, Regina grasped Emma's hair, pulling the other woman closer to her as her tongue flickered through her wet folds.

"More," Regina gasped as one of Emma's fingers began to tease her entrance. Grinning into the delectable sex before her, Emma pushed first one, then two, fingers into the pulsing, tight channel. Regina rocked her hips, making the digits move even further inside her as Emma started a steady rhythm. Focusing on Regina's clit, the blonde started to suck lightly on the tight bundle before flicking the tip of her tongue over it repeatedly before soothing the intensity with slower, smooth licks.

Cries filled the room as Emma repeated her ministrations. The hands in her hair were pulling almost painfully but she didn't care. Sucking harder, she used Regina's own juices to slick a third finger before pushing all three into the clenching hole.

Regina arched right off the bed as she came, her muscles pulling Emma's hand impossibly deeper. Slowing her mouth, Emma coaxed the spent woman down from her high, waiting for the tremors to subside before pulling her fingers free. Cleaning them with her tongue, Emma crawled back up the bed and collapsed next to the panting woman.

"That was … yeah," Regina said after a while.

"I'm glad you approve," Emma grinned cockily, leaning over to press a kiss to Regina's lips. As she pulled away, the brunette grasped Emma's neck and dragged her back, enjoying the taste of her own essence on the young woman's lips.

"Oh I approve," Regina grinned.

"But not everyone will," Emma said, a frown appearing on her face.

"No," Regina nodded. "But Henry does and that's all that matters. He's wanted us together ever since we came back from the Enchanted Forest."

"He mentioned something about happy endings earlier," Emma said, propping herself up on her elbow.

"He told me he'd give you a little push," Regina grinned.

"You knew?" Emma asked, surprised.

"Please," Regina scoffed. "You may be Sheriff but subtlety isn't your strong suit."

Emma gasped in mock offence. "You're going to pay for that, Your Majesty."

"Perhaps. But first," she said, raising herself up and pushing Emma onto her back, "I believe I owe you a mind shattering orgasm."

"Mind shattering, huh?" Emma asked as she settled back against the pillow and watched Regina's fingers tease the edge of her panties.

And here's the prompt:

Instead of Emma and Snow falling through the portal to FTL (in the first episode of the second season) it's Emma and Regina that fall through the portal and have to find their way back to Storybrooke. As they struggle with finding another way to open a portal, dealing with Cora and Captain Hook and worrying about Henry, they eventually come to find they're actually attracted to one another.