Here it is the second and finale part of this fic. It's name is officially changed. I asked for a better name on Tumblr and this one caught my eye. Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited and reviewed the story! And thank you to Satan's baby for beta :)

Emma sees the blush and stops her movements when the dress is about to reveal whether the woman has undies or not.

"You okay?" she whispers not wanting to startle the woman. Not wanting to break the spell they are under. She is determined to go all the way here even if it takes a lot of breaks just to be sure she is on the same page as Regina.

The brunette only nods half hearing when she is asked. Her eyes travel down to where Emma's hands are holding the dress. She can see her own intimate hairdo. This is the moment when she is thankful that she has never stopped her morning routine.

Emma follows her line of vision. She smiles and pulls the dress down exposing a trimmed line. The fabric is slid down long tanned legs in no time leaving the Mayor in her birthday suit. The green eyes sparkle with even more desire as they roam over the naked body taking in every inch of skin. Her hands never still caressing Regina's legs casually as her eyes drink in the sight before her.

The Queen is lying on the white sheet covered couch with her hair scattered like a halo around her head.

All kinds of emotions can be seen run through her face. For the first time since she stepped in Storybrooke Emma sees bashfulness settled in those brown eyes and spreading all over the face. She sees a hint of pride that is probably from the Evil Queen days but it is so small compared to the other emotions. She could sense that the woman has never done this before. And by 'done' Emma doesn't consider only being with a woman. Knowing the other woman history the blonde suspects that Regina has never been wanted so much. Wanted without magic or obligation.

She pulls back out the Queen's legs hug and undress herself. First the tank-top then the pants join the red dress on the floor leaving the women completely naked for the first time.

Regina watches with anticipation as the blonde strip herself. Every movement she makes is precise and quick. Like she has done this before. No doubt she has done it, the brunette thinks and a ball of insecurity and nervousness forms in the pit of her stomach. Maybe they shouldn't do it. Maybe they should stop.

But the way Emma places herself back between tanned legs and the way her hands run over the outline of the Queen's body make all thoughts of stopping it to disappear in the back of her mind.

Regina watches as the woman hovers over her and her breath hitches. She is scared of how much she wants Emma. The desire is so strong that she is sure she is going to lose herself in those green eyes.

The blonde kisses her with passion like no one before. It really feels like the first time. Tongues dance hotly against each other, exploring and claiming. Emma's right hand skims over the brunette's inner thigh starting at the knee and moving slow up leaving a burning trace. Regina can't keep the moan escaping from her when the fingers reach the end of the legs and brush her outer swollen lip.

The bold hand goes around her hip landing on her butt and squeezing it playfully. Regina feels nails digging in her skin leaving mark no doubt. Her whole body is on fire slightly rocking against the woman above.

Emma separates herself from the other woman's full lips kissing the jaw and then the neck. Reaching the pulse point she presses her lips against the tender skin. She could feel the heartbeat underneath and she feels flattered that she can elect such a reaction from this woman.

The blonde kisses the flesh then bites and at the end soothes the flesh with her wet tongue. She repeats the action once, twice before pulling away to meet brown eyes full with desire. For her only.

Her heart skips a beat or two at the smile formed on Regina's full lips. Her hands cup the small but firm breast brushing against the nipples that harden instantly.

Regina closes her eyes again enjoying the treatment she gets from the most unlikely person in this world. And if she is being completely honest with herself...Well, no one has treated her this way. Yes, she is fully aware that they are only at the foreplay. Even considering this it feels like she has never done this before. She has bedded far too many nameless women and men, Leopold (though she didn't bedded him it was the other way around), Graham and then there is Daniel. None. There is no part of her rich past that can compare to this.

Moaning under the soft fingers traveling over her stomach down to her heated core Regina feels regret. Regret that she has been too stubborn to deny all of this. All that is between her and Emma.

Their feelings finally admitted wrap them in a bubble that many call 'Happy ending'. Though the brunette wonders if she could actually have it. She is still so broken that she expects that any second all of this will vanish leaving her unsatisfied, unwanted, and alone and unloved again.

All thoughts are stopped by Emma's soft voice.

"Where did you go?"

Looking up into green eyes Regina sobs and lets the tears fall freely on her sides. For the first time before anyone. Only because she knows Emma will reach down and wipe then. Only because she knows Emma will lean forward and kiss them away.

As the blonde does.

"Shh..." the blonde whispers with her hot breath over the trembling woman's face. "It's alright."

Her voice is like a caress to the Queen. She wants this so desperately know that she launches herself up to kiss the woman above cupping the Sheriff's face in her hands. This kiss is different. It shows desperation, deep desire and fear.

Emma knows why the fear. She knows everyone's real story. She knows the truth and that is why she doesn't live with Snow anymore.

She breaks the kiss forcing the trembling woman to lock gaze with her.

"I'm not...I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Don't rush it, okay? We have all the time in the world."

Emma smiles waiting for the words to sink in Regina. When she sees her smiling back a warm wave washes over her and she lowers her head kissing the brunette's flat stomach.

She places feather light kisses all over Regina's belly causing the tiny hair there to stand up. Her tongue goes out and snakes around the navel. Regina moans in response and Emma decides that this is her all-time favorite sound in the world. She wants to hear it more often.

The blonde pulls herself back until she is flat on her stomach lying between Regina's legs. She watches as the brunette stiffens at her boldness. Or maybe she didn't expect it so soon. Seeing the other woman's throat muscles flex Emma rest her head on the woman's left thigh and starts caressing the right one leisurely never breaking eye contact with her lover. Lover. She smiles at the title.

Regina's legs tremble under the touch that leaves her flesh hotter than before. She struggles to hold Emma's gaze but it seems hard task with the feeling swirling in those damn green eyes.

Inhaling deeply Emma smells how much the Queen wants her exactly. The strong scent hits her senses causing her brain to nearly shortcut. It is sweetish, intoxicant. The blonde's body reacts in an instant releasing a shot of moisture between her thighs. She can't help but close her legs and rub herself on the couch. She breaks the eye contact only to look down at Regina's wet core.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Emma curses at the sight out loud.

See, the thing is that the blonde is no believer but she still thinks that cursing with this guy's name is something very unholy or whatever.

But the glistening folds before her make her not give a damn how she curses. Curses are all her brain could put together.

Regina is shocked and jerks involuntary. She doesn't know why Emma cursed. It's not like she doesn't curses but in this moment...The realizations hits her when she follows the green eyes' gaze.

"I...um..." the words die somewhere in the back of her throat which is dry she finds just now.

She looks at Emma uncertain and apologetic but finds a satisfied smirk on the pale thin lips.

"Can I..." the Sheriff asks but is cut off by Regina's eager nod.

The brunette doesn't really know what she was asked or why she agreed. She just...It's foggy in her brain right now.

Emma smiles and lowers her head never breaking eye contact with the other woman. Her tongue touches the dripping core just to get the first taste. The moisture is definitely the best one she has tasted. It's the perfect combination between sweet and salty that hits her taste buds all at once.

Regina can't help but jerk at the first touch. Electricity runs through her body waking her magic in the process. She feels it tickling her whole body just from one touch. Her blood boils and her heart races on higher speed.

The other woman makes a sweep on her core length from the bottom up to the top gathering wetness on its way and bringing it over the clit. Her warm lips envelope the clit and suck on it gentle.

Seconds pass and the bud gets harder and harder. Emma's tongue flicks over the tender flesh while her fingers massage the swollen lips. The smooth muscle pushes pass the folds exploring the woman's core with slow movements. Emma doesn't miss a spot to go untouched. She wants to taste every part and inch of this woman that has haunted her dreams for over a year now. She wants to remember every reaction, every sound...She wants to know all of her.

Regina has never received such attention. Sure, peasants have bow before her but this...This is completely different. There is something in the way Emma's mouth treat her. There is something tender in the way Emma's hands land on her hips holding them pinned to the bed. There is something out if this world when green eyes look up at her.

Love is weakness, her mother's voice reaches her in this moment but everything goes out of her when Emma's finger without warning plunges inside of her but not leaving her clit.

Almost immediately Emma adds second digit and the walls around her start to contract as a respond.

Regina arches her back off the mattress and the other woman takes it as a hint. One of Emma's hands cup her breast twisting the hard nipple. She is sure her heart is going to jump out of her chest at the speed its beating. She is sure the vein on her forehead will pop out any second. She is sure that she looks nothing like the Queen she is. There is nothing regal about the sounds she is making, nor there's something beautiful in the way her body twists under the skillful treatment that she is receiving.

All Emma could see looking up from between toned legs is just flawless. The most gorgeous woman she has ever seen is getting close to climax caused by her. The woman that haunts her dreams every night is thrashing against her mouth and fingers.

Adding a third digit Emma speeds the thrust and sucks hard on the clit trapped between her lips. She wraps her free hand around the other woman's hip as if that could calm the violently shaking woman. These are without a doubt the most magnificent reactions she has ever received from the women she has bedded. And yet she feels it's something more. This...whatever is between them is so much more. It is all Emma has ever wanted even though they are not together. Yet, Regina is the first person Emma could see herself aging with. None of the other evoked this kind of emotion in her.

Regina's magic is running through her body stronger than ever. Even when she casted the curse she didn't feel her magic so intense. Her whole body is trashing against the couch. Her legs wide open giving the other woman easier access. To welcome her touch, to let her in more. She finds herself wanting Emma to thrust harder, to go deeper. So her hands shoot up reaching the couch armrest grabbing it and pulling her overheated core towards the other woman.

Emma smiles at the reaction and thrust even harder. Her muscles burn but what she sees and the moans she hears make the pain so much sweeter. Her tongue needs rest too but what she needs more is to see how this woman comes. Her magic, dead until know, wakes up out of the blue and multiply her own arousal sending her close to the edge.

Regina's orgasm, curled in the pit of her stomach, explodes and rips her through her body jamming all her sensing to where she is, who she is. The only thing she could utter is, "Emma."

The name cried from the top of her lungs is a plea. It's a prayer. It's a confession. It's all the things she has wanted to say to Emma but was too afraid or closed off to.

As soon as it reaches the younger woman's ears, Emma detaches her mouth from Regina's clit replacing it with her thumb. She launches herself up in a flash to capture the other woman's plump lips in a passionate kiss swallowing all the sounds. She traps the right toned thigh between her using the tremors to triple her over the edge just a few moments later.

Regina groans in the kiss delighted by the way Emma's naked body feels against hers. Her arms lock themselves behind the other woman's neck pulling her down even more.

"Fuck." Emma comes all over the thigh like never before. Having magic opens your senses but she is sure the reason is Regina. She senses both of their magic floating around them. She grinds herself and slows her hand movements to ease them from the high.

Their kiss deepens as Regina pushes her tongue through Emma's lips. Neither of them backs down. Tongues wrestle for dominance as Emma retreats her hand out of the other woman and drags it over the toned stomach.

Separating herself from the warm muscle she locks gaze with Regina and brings the soaked fingers to her mouth. She licks them clean slowly and teasingly delighted by the way Regina squirms at the sight.

This woman, Emma thinks.

This woman, Regina thinks at the same time.

The unspoken I love you's linger between them. Yes, it is too early but they both feel it and that is more than enough for now.

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