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A/N: sexual content alert, sexual content alert. Yeah, there's a sexual relationship between two women here. Consider yourself warned.

21: Honeymoon

Emma looked into the eyes of this woman who she had been married to for a whole year. She looks more in love with me now than ever before. For Emma, this said a lot as she and Regina had been through a very eventful year and that was beyond the media circuses they made it through.

Through the year, Emma had been injured on the job. She was fine now, but Regina had been a nervous wreck when she had to come to the hospital because a couple of punk teenagers thought it was funny to run from the deputy after thinking it was fun to do a B and E. Emma had leaped a fence after them, landed on a children's toy, and broke her ankle. Regina had actually cried in the hospital, more in relief than anything else, obviously fearing the worse.

Added to that, there was Emma's general clumsiness. She had broken a few things around the house, nothing worth a lot, but still broken things. She had also tried to bring home a stray cat. It was a beautiful, white cat and seemed almost regal to her, which she argued to Regina. Regina was not amused or won over. To this day, Emma wondered what happened to "Duchess." Of course, the name probably had not endeared the cat to Regina since Regina was still quite sensitive about her title.

Last but not least were the injuries she had gotten hiking in the summer with David and skiing in the winter with Regina. Emma was not a skier by far and Regina had tried very hard to teach her. Emma had crossed her skis, tripped, and gotten a very nasty gash on her forehead. In the summer, while hiking, she had fallen down what she liked to describe as a canyon, but was a shallow sinkhole. The fall resulted in a knot and a concussion. Regina had threatened not to let her outside ever again.

Beyond injuries, there had been arguments throughout the year. Of course, this was something they both expected. Emma had always feared the moment they had a real argument Regina would say something she could not take back and eventually Emma would forgive her anyway, desperate for love as she was. But, Regina never crossed a line. Even when they were at each other's throats, Regina was mindful of Emma's feelings, so Emma always tried to be the same. Still, this caution did not stop them from exploding at each other every few weeks. And, yet, here they were about to reaffirm their vows.

"You're so beautiful," Emma whispered to Regina.

Regina only smiled and she blushed slightly. She stood before Emma in a proper wedding gown, looking as radiant as the sun that shined down on them. They were at what Emma considered "their spot." The spot that changed it all – the old fairy dust mine, or what was left of it anyway. Most of the mine was being filled in, cabins about to go up since the mine was so close to the woods. Some of the mine was left alone as a town landmark and turned into a very fun children's museum, complete with a portion of the actual mine, which had been glassed off to make sure no one could get into it. The mine was the reason the town existed, after all, and everyone should know the town's great history, back when there was magic. But, more importantly, the mine was the whole reason Emma and Regina existed as a couple, as a family. Hell, maybe there's still magic down there.

Emma had to fight off fidgeting. She did not want to come across as nervous, even though she was quite eager to reaffirm her vows. They would let the whole town know about their devotion to each other, and yes, the whole town attended. It was a much bigger ceremony than either she or Regina expected, but all of these people felt attached to them in someway.

Of course, two people were noticeably absent. Cora and Zelena had not been invited. And, while Cora might have thought Snow's wedding was a huge social event, she would probably reconsider what she thought of Regina's. While they did not have every noble in the land there, many of them wanted to attend. Emma and Regina just wanted people they knew there, though.

Regina reached over and took Emma's hand, as if she knew Emma was about to shake a bit. "You're beautiful, too, princess," Regina said.

Emma smiled back. She felt plain compared to Regina, but of course, it was probably because she had gone with a plain dress, especially compared to what Regina had on. Other than the crowd and the dresses, the ceremony was simple, though. Henry stood by dressed in a mini-tuxedo with a vest, holding their rings again to let him be a part of this whole thing. Midas presided over things once again. Ruby stood by Emma and Kathryn by Regina.

They added Snow, having her by Emma's side, and Regina had her assistant, Tinkerbell stand with her. Emma still did not understand how Tinkerbell was a real name and not a stripper name, but she was Regina's friend, so Emma never asked. They all had lovely bridesmaids dresses and everyone seemed genuinely happy for them. And, then, they got to the vows part.

Emma took a deep breath, waiting to hear Regina's vows. Part of her feared Regina forgot them, even though she knew in her heart that was not the case. She could still recall word for word what she said to Regina a year ago. Regina would never forget them.

"Here you go, Mom," Henry said, giving Regina the ring for her to put on Emma.

Regina's eyes sparkled as she faced Emma and Emma felt her knees go weak. "Emma Swan, with this ring, a representation of our endless love and connection, I thee wed. I take you in sickness and health, of course, but more I take you through accidents and not-really accidents. I will always be there for you, through it all. A true partner in every sense of the word, here to share the good and the bad. I will hold you up when you need it and hold you close when you need that more. I will tell you the truth when necessary and boost you up, support you in all you need to endure. More than anything else, I will hold you in my heart forever and always because I love you. It is a pure, sweet peace, but also passionate burn. I accept both. I accept you and I will always love you."

Regina slipped Emma's ring, the same platinum band with rubies around it, back onto Emma's finger, where it belonged. Emma's heart beat so quickly and she felt like it would burst. In fact, her chest burned a bit with the fire of the words. Regina loved her, still loved her through so much. Regina smiled at her.

"Breathe, Emma," Regina implored her, just like the night they got married.

"Huh?"

"Breathe."

"Oh!" Right, breathing is important! Emma did as she was told and then turned to Henry.

"Get 'em, Ma," Henry remarked with a grin as he handed her Regina's ring.

Emma chuckled and then turned back to Regina. "I'm not good with words, Regina, you know that. But, I promise, there will never be a place I'd rather be than here with you and Henry. For my entire life, I never felt like I had a home, but you and Henry, you're home. This is where I belong and you and Henry made that happen. I promise to be here for you when you need me, and when you don't. I will do my best to be everything you need me to do. I will stand by you, even if it's just us against the world. This is everything I need, everything I want." She eased the ring onto Regina's finger.

Just like at their wedding, they pressed their palms together and Midas tied a red ribbon around their hands. At the kissing part, as soon as their lips touched, the crowd erupted into cheers. Henry made a face, but did not do the gagging noise he made at their actual wedding. Emma smiled when they pulled away and Midas removed the ribbon.

"Hey, Ruby," Emma said.

"Yeah?"

"Now, there's a reception."

"Yes!" Ruby cheered.

-8-8-8-8-

Because the entire town wanted to be involved with reaffirmation of their own "royal couple," Regina had allowed Granny's to cater. It saved them a headache and also ensured free coffee for her and Emma for the rest of their lives. Henry got free sundaes out of the deal. Granny would probably drum up business from whoever did not already frequent her diner.

In an eternal attempt to buy Emma's love and forgiveness, Leopold had also hired a caterer. Was it really so hard to just give a real apology and then try to get to know Emma? Leopold made it seem so. Either that, or he assumed anyone's affections could be bought. He just had to find the right price.

So, they had a mix of fine dining and the best Granny had to offer. Regina was not surprised Emma preferred Granny's. Henry made camp at the build-your-own-sundae ice cream bar. David was right behind him. Regina watched it all from her seat, still in shock at living through Kathryn's speech, which had been followed by Ruby's unsurprisingly colorful speech. She was just thankful neither woman was drunk or things might have gotten really out of control.

"You're not going to dance with your wife?" Leopold asked as he sat in Emma's empty chair.

"Maybe when she doesn't have a slider in each hand," Regina remarked, even though it was true. How two noblewomen could get married and there be actual hamburgers at the reception, Regina could hardly wrap her mind around it, but it made Emma happy. Besides, it was not like someone would force Regina to eat one.

Leopold smiled, but there was pain in his eyes, as always with Emma. Over the past year, she was certain he had fallen in love with Emma in the hopeless way all people did who got to know the sullen blonde. Emma did not return the emotion, though. She still looked upon the King as if he was the lowest of the low and she probably always would. Leopold would never accept responsibility for the way Emma grew up or how he unfortunately funded her mother's addictions, so he would never gain Emma's forgiveness. But, that was his issue, not Regina's.

Regina's issue was the fact that the King tried to be… well, she was not sure. Maybe he was trying to be her friend, or her father-in-law, or something. But, she did not want him near her. Again, it never seemed to enter his mind that he owed her an apology, and not just for almost forcing her into marrying him. She did not need the apology or even want it, but it would be nice to see the King figure out he had wronged people in his life.

"So, Snow tells me she's going to keep Henry while you and Emma go on your honeymoon," Leopold said.

"It's long overdue." Regina felt like she owed this to Emma. They would have a grand two weeks away… or so she hoped. Unwanted excitement tended to follow them around. It did not help matters that they sometimes created their own unnecessary drama.

"Do you think Snow will be able to handle Henry?" Leopold asked, eyes locking onto Snow. She was six months pregnant.

"She's pregnant, not in a coma. Henry is not a difficult boy to handle and Snow has David and Ruby to help," Regina reminded him. Ruby had become a fast friend for Snow when Snow began spending more time in Storybrooke, determined to build a real relationship with her sister. She tended to act as the voice of reason when she was out with Emma and Ruby, too.

He grunted a bit. "Snow will be staying in Storybrooke then?"

"Yes. Henry has school, after all, and he hates to miss even a day," Regina informed him.

"I'm surprised he didn't want to go to Castia with his mothers."

Regina shook her head, not in the mood to share with him. She and Emma would be honeymooning in Castia. Henry did want to go with them, wanting to know about his mother's heritage, but he truly disliked missing school. The idea of missing a fortnight of school almost made him hyperventilate. She promised to take him during the summer. She would have work to tend to there then. Actually, she had work to tend there now and would probably sneak it when Emma was asleep.

"Your approval rating in Castia is quite impressive, especially for someone who doesn't live there," Leopold commented.

"I do my best," Regina said modestly. She really wished he would move. She had no desire to feign a conversation with him, especially about Castia. She was never very comfortable around him and that had not changed in the year.

Emma was her savior, wandering over with no sliders in her hands thankfully. "Hey, love, might we dance?" She gave Regina a bright smile.

"Of course, princess," Regina replied. She then turned to the King and bowed. "Forgive me, your Majesty, but what my wife wants comes before all others."

"Of course," he replied.

Regina moved, trying her best not to hurry away. Placing her hand into Emma's waiting one, they glided out onto the dance floor. Emma smiled at her as she wrapped her arms around Emma. She had to lead as Emma refused to learn.

"Do you know how tense you get when he's next to you?" Emma asked.

"Do you know how jealous you look when he's next to me?" Regina countered.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I don't have anything to be jealous of. I look way better than him."

Regina chuckled. "That you do, princess."

"So… I didn't want to tell you, but…" Emma purposely trailed off, teasing as she often did.

Regina arched an eyebrow. "But?"

"I'm worried about leaving Henry for so long."

Regina laughed. "I know, princess. I know." Emma had stressed over this more than she did. "He's excited about it, though."

Emma scoffed. "He's pretending! Do you really think he's happy we're going to be gone for two weeks? This is the same kid who thought you were abandoning him when you let Snow watch him for two days."

"I know he's putting on a brave face, but I have to respect that. He wants to try. He knows this is important for us and he does want to be close to his aunt and uncle. Plus, he knows Ruby is going to stuff him full of junk food. If all else fails, he'll go with Kathryn if he gets uncomfortable and she'll help him through it all." Of course, it was not likely he would get uncomfortable with Ruby, but it was always good to have others there for Henry.

Emma nodded. "Oh. I didn't think of that. But, I'm still not sure I want to leave him."

"We'll talk to him every day and buy him very wonderful trinkets… when I finally decide to let you leave the suite."

Emma's mouth fell open. Regina smirked and ran a finger down Emma's cheek. Emma leaned down, pressing her forehead to Regina's.

"So… can we leave now?" Emma asked.

"We have to wait a proper amount of time," Regina replied and then glanced at their son, on his third ice cream sundae. "And see if Henry's going to be sick."

Emma looked over at their son, too. "How much ice cream has the kid had?"

"I'm sure he's going for a record. But, as I said, let's make sure he's not sick and then we can leave." Well, she would have some dinner as well, and it would not be those hamburgers. There was a wonderful roasted chicken breast waiting for her while Emma eventually would check on Henry and get him away from the free ice cream. Of course, she merely led him to the free sliders.

-8-8-8-8-

Castia was amazing. Emma could hardly process it. She did not even understand how a nearly tropical country was right next door to the rather moderate, freezing in the winter Enchanted Forest. Well, actually, Castia was part of the Enchanted Forest now, but still it was unbelievable.

"It's beautiful," Emma said, eyes glued out of the window.

Regina smiled. "It is," she agreed, keeping her eyes on the road.

They drove there to avoid crowds and media, which was a rather long drive, but well worth it to get to the palace unbothered. Regina handled the driving once they got into the country, allowing Emma to sightsee. Before they reached the city, there were farm fields and villas. There were green hills and flower covered valleys. The capital city, Leandré in the native Castia, but called Leander in the Enchanted Forest, was breath taking.

"This place is amazing," Emma commented. There was just a different feel to the place compared to Misthaven. It was a city like any other, but something crept in her as soon as they were within city limits.

"It is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Regina replied and for the first time her eyes shined as she complimented her native land.

Emma smiled. Since becoming the First Duchess of Castia, Regina allowed herself to speak more fondly, and much less aloofly, about Castia. She only did it around selective people and even with them she still seemed a bit cautious, but with Emma, she tended to let loose. It was nice to see Regina take pride in her roots and in her heritage. It was nice to know their son had roots now. Still, there were times when Regina was guarded, even to Emma, about Castia.

"You'll teach me Castian, right?" Emma asked. She would love to be able to explore the city on her own, learn the culture on her own, and discover what made Castia so different from the Enchanted Forest.

Regina chuckled. "I don't think you'd be a very good student."

Emma smirked. "I think you just have find the right motivation."

"Then I'll see what I can do about it."

Arriving at the palace, Emma was impressed by the grounds. For some reason, it just seemed more alive than the White Palace. The building had a terra cotta coloring, which matched the color of the landscape they passed on the way. It made the greens of the gardens pop. There were places where it looked like statues once stood, but the platforms were all empty. Emma did not want to think about what happened to those things. Yeah, Castia had lost a war, but they were now in a new age with Regina.

Inside the palace, Regina gave out orders to the servants, mostly because Emma could not speak to them. Her Castian was none existent, after all, and apparently Castians refused to speak anything else. It was probably a small rebellion over being taken over by the Enchanted Forest, which Emma could respect. She did not need to speak to anyone anyway, as she and Regina were around the servants for less than five minutes and most of that time was spent walking to their room. Emma gasped when they entered the master suite.

"Is everything to your liking, princess?" Regina asked.

"It's incredible. Is this where you stayed when you came to Castia a few months ago?" Emma inquired, walking around their room. She was not even sure how to describe it. The bed was on a platform, there was a fireplace, but more impressive was a little fish pond in the corner of the room. It was done in creams and dark wood.

Regina had taken a couple of trips to Castia since becoming the duchess in charge. She never stayed long, just a couple of days. Emma did not go because of work. Besides, Regina went for work, not vacation, so Emma did not want to be there to distract her. And it gave Emma time to bond with Henry on her own, which Regina always feigned concern over.

"No, I stay in a hotel when I come here for business. If I give a stern enough look, most people don't approach," Regina explained.

Emma snickered. "Careful, before you get a nickname here, too."

Regina snorted. "I've had one since day one."

"What? Let's see if they can top Storybrooke. Lay it on me," Emma said.

Regina rolled her eyes. "They've been calling me the Evil Queen."

Emma actually guffawed. She was not sure if she had ever burst out laughing like that before, but she honestly had not been expecting that. Regina narrowed her gaze, but this only made Emma laugh more.

"Oh, gods-be-damned, I can see it! I can totally see it!" Emma had to hold her stomach.

"Then I suppose you'd like to know you're called the Evil Queen's bitch," Regina replied with a sneer.

This sobered Emma up. "Okay, that's not funny. I didn't do anything to them and you didn't do anything to them. What's up with the attitude? I thought these guys liked you."

"They do. I have a high approval rating, but the name is from the early days when they allowed the upper classes to dictate the attitude toward me. The upper classes still consider me the daughter of a traitor and view me as working with the enemy. As far as they're concerned, I'm a traitor. They consider me evil."

"So, is it said as a joke now?" Emma hoped that was the case.

"I think most people say it sarcastically now, but I promise should we go on a tour of the city, no one will throw rotten vegetables at me."

Emma nodded. "Okay, that's good to know." She moved and embraced Regina from behind, resting her head on Regina's shoulder. "I'd kick their asses if they were serious about it. You're stern, not evil."

Regina scoffed, bringing a hand up to caress Emma's cheek. Emma kissed and nibbled Regina's neck. Time to get this honeymoon underway.

"Servants aren't just going to be wandering in and out of here, are they?" Emma asked to be sure. One of the things she hated about the White Palace was the fact that the servants just slid in and out of rooms without anyone asking. They knew not to do that with her anymore, but she was not in the mood to train another group of servants.

"No, the servants will not come unless called and I don't think we'll be calling them any time soon," Regina pointed out. That was all Emma needed to know.

Her mouth attached itself to Regina's neck, worshipping the perfect skin that she found there. Regina moaned loudly, unrestrained and open. Emma missed that sound.

"Can you do that the whole time?" Emma requested, sliding her hand under Regina's shirt.

"Do what?" Regina arched into her hand.

"Make those noises."

Chuckling, Regina gave her an amorous smirk. "Oh, believe me, princess, I planned on it."

Emma melted at that. At home, they had to be controlled and quiet, not wanting to disturb Henry. There were very few hotel rooms for them to defile since getting married and Emma did not mind. Domestic bliss was a thing for her and she appreciated being able to come home to a warm home and loving family. But, every now and then, it was nice to let loose.

"What else did you plan on?" Emma asked, fingers toying with the lace of Regina's bra.

"Why don't you get naked and find out," Regina purred.

"I'd rather get you naked," Emma replied. She wanted to feel every inch of Regina, hear all of her sounds, and swallow some of those noises.

Regina did not object and Emma went back to sampling sweet flesh, lips on Regina's neck and hand pressed against her abdomen. The free hand popped the buttons on Regina's shirt and as soon as it was open, Emma pushed it aside. Her lips drifted down, leaving noisy, wet kisses in their wake.

"By the Fates, I want every bit of you," Emma growled, dragging her teeth down the slope of Regina's breasts.

"Take whatever you want, but do it now," Regina hissed, hands pulling at Emma's t-shirt, bunching it up, wanting to rip it off the blond.

Emma took Regina up on that offer, finding the front clasp to Regina's ridiculously hot red lace bra. Maybe one day, she would properly admire it. Now was not that day, though. She flung the bra somewhere behind her and was about to attach herself, hands and mouth, to tempting nipples, but she got caught in her t-shirt as Regina tried to pull it off of her.

Grunting, Emma freed herself from her shirt as soon as possible and practically charged Regina, needing her hands back on her wife. Regina moaned, throwing her head back, as Emma cupped one supple hill and suckled at the other. The sound only made Emma want to do more, so she nipped the gem between her lips. Regina moaned again and clutched Emma to her.

"Yes, please," Regina cooed, holding on tightly.

Emma had no plans of pulling away, but it always felt good for Regina to hold onto her. She switched sides, running her tongue over Regina's pert nipple. Flicking the gem with her tongue, Regina let loose a series of lustful cries. Each sound made Emma shudder. They needed a bed or she would just take Regina on the floor. Well, that was a thought. It was a vacation and they were trying new things.

Reaching for the zipper of Regina's skirt, Emma yanked it away and then picked Regina up to get the skirt out of the way. Regina wrapped her legs around Emma's waist and practically slammed into Emma's mouth to start a fresh kiss. At the feel of Regina's lips, Emma did not care she almost lost her teeth. Holding onto Regina tightly, Emma lowered them to the floor and settled Regina onto her back before kissing her way down Regina's torso.

"Really, Emma? Taking a duchess on the bedroom floor?" Regina teased.

Emma only scoffed. She then bite Regina's abdomen and dipped her tongue into Regina's belly button. She mimicked what she planned to do as soon as she rid Regina of her lace panties.

"I don't think you really care," Emma replied, kissing a little lower.

Regina moaned and arched a bit. Emma slid Regina's underwear down her legs and kissed her way back up to where they both wanted her. Emma moaned louder than Regina when she reached her destination, drinking her in. Regina wrapped her legs around Emma's neck and held onto Emma's head as she cried out with each move of Emma's tongue.

Emma wanted more and more. Hands moved to Regina's hips and pulled Regina to her, devouring this sweet creature. Regina cried out more and held Emma harder. Emma growled, needing to feel Regina around her now. One hand moved from Regina's hip and Emma eased a finger into her love. She groaned into Regina's flesh as her beloved accepted her, hugged her tightly, warmly. Emma wanted nothing more than to feel Regina come undone around her fingers and under her tongue. So, her tongue adored Regina and she added another finger, earning a loud moan. It did not take long before Emma got her wish.

Regina gripped her head and Emma really would not have cared if Regina crushed her skull in that moment as Regina fluttered against her. Regina practically wailed and her chest heaved. Emma smiled as she watched Regina shudder and sigh. Emma moved back up Regina's body, giving her several short kisses.

"So, what was that about the taking a duchess on the floor?" Emma inquired with an arched eyebrow.

Regina, still trying to catch her breath, managed to scoff. "Incredibly rude."

"Really? So, that loud orgasm was rude?"

"Get on the bed and I'll show you the proper way to treat a lady, princess," Regina replied.

Emma scoffed. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes." Regina's gaze hardened. "So, go get on the bed."

Knowing the tone was not to be messed with, Emma rushed to comply with this order. She almost tripped trying to get out of her pants while going to bed. Regina merely watched with a smirk.

Emma made herself comfortable in the middle of the bed, watching Regina and feeling her heart rate increase. Regina had this dark, dangerous quality to her and it made Emma melt whenever she glimpsed it. Looking at it now, Emma felt like she might pop from the sight alone.

Emma wiggled a bit as Regina stalked over to her. When Regina crawled over her, she gulped. Regina had not even touched her, but just the thought of Regina's body pressed made her body heat up. Regina gave her a very soft kiss to the lips, but she did not linger. Kisses floated down her neck and chest.

Emma whined, wanting more, but getting only light caresses from Regina's fingers on her sides. For each whine, Regina came back up, kissing her lips, but never lingering. When Regina returned to her chest, Emma caressed Regina's shoulders, arms, and breasts. Regina wrapped her lips around Emma's nipple while her hands kneaded Emma's cleavage.

Unable to take it anymore, Emma tried to pull Regina down onto her, needing to feel Regina's body now. Regina resisted and Emma growled. Chuckling, Regina came back up and kissed Emma's nose.

"Regina," Emma begged.

"Yes, princess?" Regina asked with a smirk, finger caressing Emma's breast.

The nickname struck her suddenly. "I am the princess. And, as your princess, I request that you…" She was not sure how to put it. How the hell do you say "I want your fucking body on mine" with class?

There was still the smirk and now an arched eyebrow. "You request?"

Fuck class. Besides, princesses did not "request" a damn thing. "Get on me."

Regina chuckled and then leaned down, sucking on Emma's neck for a moment. "I am on you."

"You know what I fucking mean. Get on me."

Regina snickered and suckled Emma briefly again. Emma moaned, feeling teased and taunted, but her body was on fire for Regina. Before she got the full sound out, Regina was back to kiss her lips and then she settled on top of Emma, full skin on skin contact. Emma let out a long groan and Regina shifted, pressing her thigh against Emma's throbbing center.

"Is this good?" Regina asked, taunting smile in place. She placed several kisses to Emma's lips and chin.

"So fucking good," Emma answered. She gripped Regina's hips, pulling her and riding Regina's thigh.

"Such language, princess," Regina said, pushing herself against Emma, working up a steady rhythm.

Emma only moaned and threw her head back. This felt so good, everything felt so good. Growling, she rolled her hips, getting closer and closer to the edge. Regina managed to slide her hand between them and put her fingers to work. Regina had to adjust her position, now using her thigh to add pressure to her hand, two fingers inside of Emma and her palm against Emma's clit.

"Now, princess," Regina ordered, her mouth against Emma's throat. "Come for me now, princess."

The caress of Regina's breath along with the command seemed to be the right button. Emma arched and moaned as bliss flooded through her. Regina did not halt and the first orgasm bled into the second. Emma's mind swam, not sure of anything beyond Regina and pleasure.

-8-8-8-8-

Regina rested her head against Emma's shoulder and watched the sunset out of the large window across the room. The sunsets in Castia were amazing. This place had grown on her already and she had only been there three times since her family was moved to a manor in the Enchanted Forest. I guess it is in my blood.

She had denied herself identifying with Castia for so long she had believed the lie, but she felt connected to the whole province in ways she never felt with the Enchanted Forest. Did Leopold know? Was this truly an act of kindness and not some political nonsense on his part? She highly doubted that.

"The sunset here is really nice," Emma commented, fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on Regina's skin.

"Yes, it is."

"When your term is over, are we moving here?"

"Is that what you want?" Regina asked curiously. She had a feeling Emma would merrily follow her to the ends of the Earth as long as Henry was there and they were a family. What did I do to deserve such devotion? She did not know, but she would appreciate it and Emma for the rest of her life.

"It doesn't really matter to me, but I like Storybrooke and I kinda like being a deputy. Hell, maybe one day I'll give Graham a run for his money and go after the sheriff's position. That'll teach him to ogle my wife," Emma remarked with a laugh.

"We'll work something out. I know Storybrooke is the first home you've ever had and I don't want to take that from you."

"Yeah, but I know you love Leandré in ways you can't love Storybrooke."

"But, Storybrooke will always have a special place in my heart, so I'm not willing to just leave it behind. Besides, I can run for mayor indefinitely and even if I can't be mayor, I still need to be close to Misthaven whenever the Senate meets," Regina reminded Emma.

Emma nodded. From the spring until the middle of autumn, Regina did have to participate in the Senate in some manner. Right now, she had Kathryn fill in for her whenever necessary. She also got live feeds over her computer, but it was not the same as being on the Senate floor. Thankfully, Castia also had elected Senators to show up and cast votes in the province's interest. Kathryn consulted with Regina on her own vote.

They worked as a team, figuring out what was best. Regina might just leave the position to Kathryn. She felt like they did a good job as they were. Kathryn had also taken Castia as sort of an adopted home, so she cared about what was going on in the Senate. She and Regina would talk about it soon enough.

"We'll work something out," Regina said again because she believed they would. This was how their relationship worked. They would figure out what worked best for them, as they always did. Maybe it would be an accident or impulsive or planned out, but they would do something. But, for now, they would enjoy their honeymoon and the beautiful Castian sunset.

"Until then, let's call for some food. I need to get energy back," Emma remarked with a grin.

Regina groaned. "Leave it to you to ruin the moment."

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The end.

A special thanks to MagicalInsanity for beta-reading. Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story. If so, please, check out some of my other works. Also, maybe check out my books, including the latest one: New Cuts, Old Wounds. For now, I'm returning to my padded room. Hopefully, I'll be back and so will you. Thanks again. I appreciate the support.