A/N: Thanks to the guest who picked up my mistake with Emma:)

She smiled a small smirk at the sleeping figure next to her. Draped in silk sheets that matched the early morning glow coming through the window, the woman looked like an angel. Her blonde hair fell loosely around her pale face, her mouth hung open on the pillowcase, a bit of drool falling out of one side. Regina smiled. This woman was hers. She slid a finger gently down the side of the silhouette, loving the unconscious reaction of goose bumps that she could procure. She didn't want to be alone any longer, but she didn't have the heart to wake her sleeping beauty. She lay back down on her pillow, watching the blonde snore lightly, dreaming of another far off land. This woman was joy. Regina felt it in every muscle of her body. This woman was the one she had been waiting for all along. She pressed her lips gently against the young woman's cool forehead, causing her to groan softly and flutter her eyes open.

"It's too early baby, go back to sleep," the blonde moaned.

Regina smiled and entangled their fingers on the extravagant bedspread, finally willing to share her massive mattress with another.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love-"

Regina woke from her sleep with a start. Sitting straight up in her king sized bed, she laid a hand on her quickly beating heart. Her long, dark hair was a mess and her nervous exterior matched her panicked exterior. A knock to her chamber door startled her more.
"Your Majesty, you're needed in the court," one of her knights informed her.

"Who is calling me at this hour?" she demanded.

"Your Majesty, it's nearly 11 o'clock in the morning," he spoke through the large wooden door.

Regina looked at the large clock face opposite her bed and grumbled, realizing how much she had overslept.

"Send Elena up to dress me, I'll be there in half an hour," she said in her rich tone.

Regina Mills was never late for a meeting. She had been so entangled in her dream that she must have thrown the poor fairy who had come to wake her out. She sighed heavily. Who was the woman in her dreams? Why was the Queen's heart racing still? She was never somebody that looked for romance and love. She was content with beauty and power, especially her own power over her kingdom. She slid out of her bed, her dramatic nightgown trailing behind her. Stepping over to the window, she pulled back the heavy curtains. It was another dark day in Fairytale Land, and Her Majesty was preparing for another boring day of dealing with other people's problems that she really didn't care about. A small knock on the door signaled the Elena, her dresser, was here. Regina sighed and beckoned the young girl, beginning her morning routine. She couldn't get the vision of the sleeping silhouette out of her mind.

They sat at a small, checkered table on one of the 12 castle balconies. Each had a warm cup of tea and an apple turnover. Regina's extravagant, royal gown flowed underneath the table and around her chair while her partner wore a more simple green gown, which hit precisely at the floor.

"When was the last time you felt like this, Regina?" the blonde asked her inquisitively.

Regina looked down into her tea, remembering her love for Daniel. But the feelings she felt for this mystery woman far surpassed those connected to Daniel. She shook her head softly.

The blonde reached across the table to grab her hand.

"Why don't you just say it, Regina? Tell me how you feel." she whispered. The sun was out for the first time in months in Fairytale Land, and it was shimmering off of the younger woman's skin, glowing around her like a halo.

"I…I love y-"

"Your Majesty?" she heard from a distance. Regina shook her head softly, remembering that she was in her court, listening to the useless whining of the peasants from her kingdom. Regina Mills was not a kind queen. She was not soft. But the woman in her dreams made her stomach churn and her knees buckle. Regina had loved, but she had never felt anything like this before. Strong emerald eyes shone in her mind, complimented by perfectly round cheeks and flowing blonde hair. She couldn't focus. She had nearly tripped coming down the stairs on her way into the court and had been in a bad mood since. She searched every crevice of her mind, trying to identify the face in her dream.

She was presented with problem after problem from her residents, but could not seem to muster up any sense of caring. Famine this, attacking nation that. She was merciless and could handle her kingdom without thinking too hard about it, but she did like to hear the pleadings of the pathetic peasants. Her mind kept wandering away from her duties, her eyes glazing over as she relived her dreams over and over again.

Slamming her hand on the arm of her throne, the queen announced that she was retiring to her quarters. Sickness, she claimed. Nobody in the room questioned her.

The Queen slipped out of her large costume for the day and back into her prestigious nightgown. She sat upon her large bed again and looked where the woman in her dreams had been sleeping. Snuggling down into the sheets, she closed her eyes, hoping she would be able to finish her dream finally.

The blonde woman was on top of her, her fingers playing small circles over Regina's most sensitive area. Both women were completely naked. She moaned and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the pleasure. She felt the young woman crawl between her legs and press her warm mouth where her fingers had been before, the digits now curling inside the Queen. The brunette moaned loudly, her body crumbling quickly. With one last stroke by the blonde's tongue, Regina let loose and screamed. The younger woman slid back up toward the plump mouth of her lover, kissing softly. She laid their foreheads together, pressing her body against every inch of skin possible. Dark chocolate eyes met green and smiles passed over both sets of lips.

"Just say it Regina. Say it please. 'Emma, I love you.' I know you do, and I know you can. I want to hear it," the younger woman whispered.

Regina opened her mouth to speak, but instead began to cry softly. Her bedmate reached up with one hand and wiped the tears off of her beautiful lover's face.

"Emma," she said, voice shaking. "I love you."

Regina gasped for breath. She felt heat between her legs, the remnants of her dream and wet tears on her face. A knock at her door caught her attention.

Taking a shaky breath to calm herself, the Queen yelled, "What do you want?"

"Your Majesty, Snow White has had her baby."

The Queen's mind was racing with the great events about to occur in the next few hours. Her curse was ready, and her deals were sealed.

"The baby's name is Emma," the servant informed her.

Regina gasped. Her heart pounded in her chest. It couldn't be. She couldn't be.

Emma, daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, lover of the Queen, Regina Mills, and the Savior.