Happy Swan Queen Week!

"God, Emma, would it kill you to focus?"

The blonde turned, looking over her shoulder at an exasperated Regina. "You said we could take a lunch break in 10 minutes. That was an hour ago."

Regina just rolled her eyes. "That was under the mistaken assumption that your attention span is long enough to learn a simple spell."

"How foolish of you," Emma said with a grin. "I'll try it one more time, but then I need to eat."

Regina stepped closer, stopping just behind the blonde. "Concentrate."

Emma shivered at the proximity. "That would be easier if you weren't literally breathing down my neck."

"I'm sorry, Miss Swan, it's completely unrealistic that a situation requiring magic would ever be the least bit distracting," Regina said sarcastically.

Emma groaned but focused her eyes on the rat they'd found in the hold of the Jolly Roger. She whispered the words of the confusion spell once again, and for the first time all day something actually happened. A cloud of white smoke burst from her hands, the rat scurried away, and Regina smacked the side of her head all at the same time.

"What did I tell you about mispronouncing a spell?" the brunette snapped. "Who knows what you might have done?" She pushed Emma to the side and sniffed cautiously at the smoke, unable to detect any sort of scent that might tell her exactly what kind of spell the blonde had inadvertently created.

Emma threw up her hands and started towards the stairs that led to the galley, but she stopped when she heard the unfamiliar and unexpected sound of Regina laughing. Not the laugh of disdain she usually saved for Emma, but almost a giggle. "What?" she asked, unnerved by the sound and the smile she saw on the woman's face when she turned around.

"You did something," Regina said vaguely, gesturing to the smoke that was pooling around her. Emma hurried back to her, suddenly concerned that whatever she'd conjured was affecting Regina.

"What did I do?" Emma set her hands on Regina's shoulders and tried to look into her unfocused eyes. "Regina?"

"Not quite," Regina paused, leaning in closer to Emma until their noses were almost touching, "confusion."

"What, then?" But Emma could already feel it herself. The ship lurched with a wave and they both stumbled as if tipsy, Emma holding onto Regina's arms as they collapsed into a pile of netting.

"I know we said we wouldn't with everyone on the ship," Regina whispered with a giddy smile.

"Wouldn't what?" Emma asked, even though despite the haze she knew exactly what Regina was talking about.

Regina crawled on top of the blonde, brushing their lips together lightly. "I don't know what you did," she said, and there was that giggle again. Emma found it more adorable than worrisome this time. "But I feel like I'm drunk and I haven't been in a long time. Drunk, I mean."

"I've seen you drunk," Emma teased, tilting her chin up to fully capture Regina's lips.

"You have not!" Regina squealed, pulling back from the kiss. She was unsteady enough that Emma was easily able to flip them.

"I so have." Emma nipped hard at Regina's neck. "I'm still hungry."

"Mm." Regina tilted her head back to grant access, clawing at Emma's shirt. The blonde grabbed her hands and pulled them up, pushing them through holes in the net until Regina was sufficiently tangled.

"I'm the hungry one," she said by way of explanation, kissing her way down the V of Regina's shirt. She fumbled with Regina's pants, growling with frustration. "Can't you just spell these off or something?"

"No hands," Regina replied, tugging against the net and finding herself stuck.

Emma bit hard on the skin just above Regina's waistband, finally managing to get her clumsy fingers to pop the button. She tugged pants and underwear down just enough to give her room to fit her face to the crux of Regina's thighs and take a long swipe with her tongue. "Yum," she giggled, watching Regina squirm beneath her. "Want some?"

Regina nodded wordlessly, and Emma look another long lick before crawling back up the brunette's body and pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Regina sucked her taste off Emma's tongue, moaning against her mouth in response.

Emma stayed there, a little lightheaded and enjoying the kissing too much to move again. Instead, she brought her hand down between Regina's legs and thrust her fingers rather roughly into the brunette, swallowing the resulting cries. She shifted so she was straddling Regina's thigh, rocking against it in time with each stroke.

It didn't take long, but whether it was due to the magic or the fact that they hadn't been able to touch each other in all of these weeks on the ship was anybody's guess. Emma curled her fingers, instinctively finding the spot Regina liked most despite her current clumsiness, and Regina crashed down hard, crying out loudly enough that those on the floor above heard and pretended they hadn't. Regina angled her knee to give Emma more friction and the blonde came soon after, breathless and laughing.

"Missed you," Regina sang more than spoke, stealing another kiss.

"But seriously, though," Emma replied. "I'm so hungry."