Okay folks, it's been a fun ride, but this is the last chapter of this adventure!

I hope you enjoyed, and thank you so, so much to those of you who stuck with me and even reviewed, especially Korderoo and Writer-Monkey-Esq, for all the inspiration and support.

Oh, and because I love you all (and Emma & Regina) so much, this chapter is rated M for sexyfuntimes. ;)

Enjoy the journey!

Snow White cleared her throat as Charming's face took on the hue of Emma's red turtleneck - which come to think of it, looked suspiciously like Regina's - telling herself she didn't want Henry to see his mothers kiss like that - did Regina's tongue just slip into Emma's eagerly opened mouth? - but in reality not wanting to see it herself. The interlocked women ignored her, and she had to admit that Henry seemed delighted by this happy turn of events.

Regina's hands, still firmly holding Emma's tired body up to her, slid under the blonde's shirt, exploring the dip in her lower back, as Emma's hands tangled in the older woman's hair, swiping her thumbs tenderly across Regina's heavily colored, heated cheeks, groaning as their tongues met and the softness of Regina's swollen lips sent waves of ecstasy through her entire body.

Snow cleared her throat again, louder this time, Emma's groan having shocked her back into mother mode. All of her instincts told her to send Emma into a tower, grounded, but knew the time and place for that was gone. And good luck keeping these two apart now. But her none-too-subtle cough seemed to rouse them from their own little universe for now, Emma blushing deeply as she remembered that they had an audience.

Regina merely cocked an eyebrow and trained her darkened eyes on Snow White. "If Emma tells it right, Snow dear, you required a great deal of rest after your ordeals in the Enchanted Forest. Do you really mean to deprive your daughter of the same?" Snow reddened deeply and seemed, to Emma's surprise, completely chastised. She tried to suppress a grin.

Charming opened his mouth to object, but no sound emerged. He closed his mouth and tried again as Emma shook with embarrassed, silent laughter into Regina's arms, pulling Henry into the jumble of limbs and rapidly beating hearts.

"And what are we going to do with Cora?" If he ignored the reality, maybe something would change and it wouldn't be real anymore, he reasoned.

Regina sobered, her hands stilling on Emma's back and Henry's hair. She shifted to face her mother, who had watched them kiss with sorrowful and almost voyeuristic fascination, as though - perhaps - understanding at last what it was she had ripped away from her daughter.

"My mother no longer has her magical abilities, and no one in this town has either the interest or ability in helping her restore them. I doubt she'll be able to, anyway: the magic I poured into you is terribly strong, Mother, and even you would only gravely risk your own safety to try to counteract its effects on your abilities."

"Still looking out for me, my daughter?" She never quits, does she? Emma wondered to herself.

"Merely setting an example for my son, Mother," Regina deadpanned. "Granny will undoubtedly put you up," she continued, "until you can find a more suitable place to live. You never knew what power meant without magic, so without it, I'm sure our Sheriff won't have a problem keeping you in check if you decide to abuse my decision to not lock you away."

"And you're sure that's your decision to make, Regina?" Snow dared to ask, as free of hostility as she could manage.

"Yes," Regina answered as she turned threatening eyes on Snow White, surprised to hear that hers wasn't the only voice to answer in the affirmative. Emma had also said yes. Firmly.

Snow merely blinked and raised both her eyebrows at Emma momentarily. She nodded absently, looking away.

Emma grimaced. She didn't relish upsetting her mother like that. But she refused to change the way she worked just because she now knew who her roommate had been all these months.

Desperately needing something to do to get his mind off of the idea of the Evil Queen's tongue down his daughter's throat - and his daughter enjoying it - David finally left the top of the stairwell and offered a hand to Cora, gingerly stepping over Emma and Regina's still entangled forms. "Come with me," he said, all princely business again.

"Oh, how Charming," Cora responded sulkily as everyone else in the room rolled their eyes, Henry in a way that was amusingly similar to Regina's eye rolls.

Emma's cell phone chirped. She glanced around apologetically and detached herself reluctantly from Regina and Henry's arms. Testing her legs, she stood up tentatively as she answered. "What's up, Belle?"

"He WHAT?! Are you serious?!" She let out an uncharacteristic whoop and kissed Henry's head. "How did you?... Hook?!... Are you alright? Hook's a real - oh, nice! Did it leave a mark? Nice job, Belle... Take out his hook, tie his wrists together behind his back, and wait for me to get there. We'll have Whale take a look at him before we figure out what to do with him. Though personally, I wouldn't mind if you messed up his brain a bit. Might do him a bit of good... But he's alive?!...You're amazing!... Thank you... Yeah... We'll be down there soon."

She hung up the phone before tossing up her arms in ecstasy. "Archie's alive!" she proclaimed joyfully. Henry shouted and dove into Emma's midsection for a hug; Regina smiled bittersweetly as she sandwiched Henry and shook her head at the pain her mother had unnecessarily subjected her son to; Snow laughed with relief, hugging Emma's other side; Charming smiled broadly and nodded happily; and Cora took one last chance to plead with her daughter.

"You see, Regina? I didn't kill him, I - "

"But you killed someone else and disguised their body, Mother. We will deal with this. In the meantime, make sure she's comfortable at Granny's, Charming." The Prince nodded, continuing down the stairs with Cora. "Emma, what happened?"

"Apparently, Belle was fighting with Hook and found his ship. That's how Cora must have come over here. When Cora's magic was dissolved, apparently the ship became visible to everyone. Anyway, she slammed a beam into Hook's head and knocked him out, and she found Archie, tied up somewhere in the ship! He's fine, she rescued him, they're on their way to the hospital together."

"Belle's so cool! And Archie's alive!" Henry chimed. Both of his mothers laughed and touched his face peacefully as he renewed his grip on Emma's waist.

The party at Granny's that night was better than any ball the Charmings had ever held or been to. Emma refused to leave Regina's side, even to use the bathroom, determined to correct her error from the last time they'd tried this.

When it was time to have desert, Regina and Emma consulted briefly with Archie before disappearing upstairs together, coming down a few minutes later with a reluctant-looking Cora. Most of the townspeople didn't know her, so it wasn't nearly as painful for her as it had been for Regina to walk into this room. Archie swallowed deeply when she walked in, but nodded cordially at her when she caught his eye.

The Queen of Hearts nibbled regally at the pies and cakes offered her as Henry - supervised closely by his mothers - forced himself to tell her a little bit about what he was learning in school. She seemed awed that these people hadn't killed her, let alone invited her down for desert. She told Henry some stories about horses at her father's mill and exchanged complaints about the hierarchy of fairy politics with Grumpy before declaring herself tired and retiring for the night.

Despite the caffeinated, sugary beverages that Emma and the Charmings had insisted on allowing Henry to down, it wasn't long before his head was drooping onto Emma's shoulder, breathing slow and steady. Regina grimaced and slipped out of the booth the three of them had been sharing.

"Well, good night," she said softly to Emma. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, and well - for everything."

Emma blinked rapidly at Regina's defeated, retreating back, utterly confused. Realization hit her like a tidal wave. "Regina, wait!" She glanced desperately at her parents, who were flirting shamelessly next to her, perhaps their playful form of revenge for what they'd seen earlier. Understanding without words, Snow stepped over to the booth so Emma could get up and Henry could rest his head on Snow instead. Touching her mother's arm briefly to indicate her thanks, Emma quickly caught up with Regina, who had paused without turning around.

"Where're you going?" Emma asked. She found herself breathless again, almost drowning in deja vu.

"Home," Regina answered simply. "Henry's falling asleep, and I assume you'll be taking him to your home any moment now, so I thought - "

"I think Henry'd like to be with both of his moms," Emma said, glancing over Regina's shoulder at Archie, who was talking to Doc - MD from an axe and PhD from a curse, what a pair - and smiling encouragingly at her, having intuited what was going on.

Regina's eyes became saucers. "I... I thought you weren't sure that would be best," she countered faintly.

Emma looked away, embarrassed of her previous hesitation. "Well, I'm sure now. If... um... If you'll have us, I mean."

Regina blinked. Emma swallowed hard. "Him. Him. Henry. If you'll have him. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume - "

The corners of Regina's perfect mouth twitched subtly. "I kissed you back to life this afternoon, Emma. Do you think I wouldn't want you in my home after that? I may not know how to love very well, but surely you believe me capable of consistency."

Emma smiled, the image of happy nervousness, just as she'd smiled the last time they'd had a party at Granny's and she went out after the dejected woman.

"But why did you start to leave?" Emma needed to know.

"I told you, Emma. You'd said you didn't know if Henry staying in my house even for a sleepover would be best, so I just assumed."

"But that was before."

Regina nodded. "I also... I assumed that you would want to stay with your parents. After all these years... I took that from you once, Em. I'm not about to take you from them again."

Emma's eyes flooded with tears, but her smiled broadened, if anything. "They're not going anywhere, Regina. And I... I've always wanted to live with a family. My family. And you're my family just as much as they are."

The women were unaware that everyone in the diner, save a dozing Henry, was watching the women's teary, nervous smiles tentatively grow as they stared at each other, speaking more with the sparkling in their faces and their open, youthful body language than their words ever could.

"Come home with me, Emma?" Regina sounded like her teenage self, asking Daniel to marry her, all the realms open before them. Emma, still with Regina's memories firmly in her mind, melted at the intimacy of that knowledge, of the invitation.

"Help me get our son," the younger woman responded, so softly that their audience had to lean in to hear.

Wordlessly, the two women collected Henry from Snow, Regina fussing over his coat and scarf, layering them over him like a blanket as Emma scooped him up, her arms under his butt and his head on her shoulder, carrying him as she never got to do when he was a baby. His hands buried themselves into the soft sweater she had borrowed from Regina, clasping onto her like a baby koala onto its mother. Regina couldn't help but kiss Emma's lips as Emma mouthed her good nights to a stunned Charming and Snow, to a thrilled Ruby, and to a highlybemused Granny.

The women hesitated at the top of the staircase, both remembering the events of earlier that day. They glanced at each other for strength and Regina opened the door to Henry's room for Emma. The younger woman smiled: Regina had kept it especially nice for him. Regina pulled back the covers to Henry's bed so Emma could lay him right down, smoothing his hair out of his face as Regina pulled off his shoes and socks. Regina went about the room turning on her son's various night lights, star simulators, and lava lamps. The effect was soft and beautiful - much like the woman herself - and Emma beamed as she kissed Henry good night. Regina mimicked her actions, lifting the covers over him and whispering her love into his sleeping ear.

They tiptoed out of his room and shut the door, but not before they heard Henry call after them, "I love you guys. I'm glad we're all home together."

Regina's jaw dropped, wondering if he had feigned sleep to force Emma and Regina to make a decision about going home together, and her glance at Emma showed that the blonde was thinking the same thing.

"Sneaky bastard," Emma murmured affectionately. Regina smiled.

"Come to bed, Emma," she whispered, sauntering sexily in the direction of her bedroom. Their bedroom.

They shut the door delicately and took in each others' essence as Regina swished her hand gracefully through the air, lighting the candles that were scattered across the room with a simultaneous hiss of wicks and gorgeous glow. Emma raised her eyebrows slightly. Regina smirked softly. "I don't think Henry would mind. Do you?" She asked the question with less confidence than she'd uttered the statement, and Emma smiled at the adorableness of her insecurity. She stepped into Regina's space and slid her hands down her arms until she was holding the older woman's hands in hers.

"I don't think he'd mind one bit," she answered as she brought her lips down to Regina's intoxicating collarbone. She kissed her way across the fragile bone up to her shoulders, reveling in the ways Regina's breath was already quickening and her body gracefully arching into hers.

"Good," Regina breathed as she tossed her neck back to grant Emma access to the sensitive flesh lining her throat. The younger woman kissed, licked, and nipped her way up to the older woman's jaw, drowning in the way Regina was moaning her name. How could someone like me do this to a woman like her? How could I be the one to make her come undone? She had no idea, but she wasn't going to give it up for anything.

The Savior's lips found her Queen's and they drank each others' breath, Emma sliding her tongue across Regina's reddened mouth as Regina disentangled her hands from Emma's hair so she could skate down her body to slip her hands under the blonde's sweater and shirt.

It was Emma's turn to moan as soft, strong hands found hardened nipples, smoothing away the red material that was her bra as the older woman palmed her breasts and smiled headily into their kiss.

"Bed. Now," Regina commanded, Emma willfully complying as she felt herself dripping - already - down her thighs. From the ragged quality of Regina's breath and the way she yanked Emma down on top of her, she knew the former Queen was experiencing the same.

Regina pulled the blonde's face down to hers eagerly, moving intoxicatingly, perfectly, under Emma as she ran her hands down her back, her sides, her waist, groping her ass and bringing it down firmly until their fiery cores met.

Emma almost screamed in ecstasy at the contact, tossing her head back and grinding her hips desperately into Regina's. She looked down at the woman writhing in pleasure underneath her, and she paused mid-motion.

This she was familiar with. Their frenzied, passionate exchanges of energy; the orgasms deeper than any either of them had had before, neither of them admitting it; their wild unions and the even wilder fights that followed; the way they would race to give each other pleasure, to get pleasure, to finish, to leave; to sleep alone.

"Regina, wait," Emma groaned. Regina's eyes snapped open, terrified that Emma was going to tell her she didn't want this; that she'd just done and said all those things for Henry's sake; that when there was an expectation that she'd stay the night, she didn't want it. Didn't want her. Only her body.

She stiffened and prepared to toss the blonde off of her, glad she hadn't yet removed her clothes.

"Regina, we've done this before. We've fucked, we know how to please each other. And I love it, I do. I never want to stop doing that. But I - we - Regina, I want to make love to you. I want to worship you. You're better with words than me, so I... I want to show you how much I... I - Regina, how much I love you. Do you want me to?"

Emma's explanation for why she'd stopped was so different than what Regina expected that she still almost spilled the blonde off of her, out of pure shock. The earnesty in the younger woman's eyes stunned her into silence, and she found herself nodding her consent, feeling so loved that she was half-convinced this was all a dream. She desperately hoped it wasn't, and she smiled despite herself at Emma's ecstatic brightness.

"Relax," she implored softly, kissing Regina's mouth gently. "Lay still," she murmured, "I'm not going anywhere."

Emma swung upward, knelt and chucked herself gracelessly backwards off the bed. Her eyes didn't leave Regina's as she shimmied out of her tight jeans, laughing at herself slightly, hoping the candles hid her blush as she bounced around on first one foot, then the other. Regina beamed, keeping any sarcastic remarks to herself. Emma more easily disposed of her underwear, sweater, shirt, and bra and stood naked before Regina for a moment, before kneeling before the bed and tenderly sliding off Regina's heels. She smiled as she kissed her way up Regina's tights to her sexily skirted thighs and grinned broadly at the way her blouse had been lifted slightly above her waist, exposing several centimeters of precious, olive skin to Emma's eager pink lips.

Straddled by her Savior, Regina found herself surrounded by seemingly endless waves of golden locks of her lover's hair. She reveled in Emma's naked body and skated her hands reverently across her bare skin, leaning up slightly to receive Emma's lips upon hers. She felt the blonde's lips curve upwards into a smile as her hands framed Regina's face. The young woman's lips descended gently on first one eyelid, fluttered closed, then the other, as tears began to leak down Regina's face. Emma, alert, traced their descent and kissed them away before proceeding to draw patterns of tiny kisses across Regina's forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and chin. Saving the most reverential kiss for the scar just above Regina's lip, Emma whispered, "I love you, Regina Mills."

Regina whispered her response in awe as Emma began to unbutton her blouse, kissing every centimeter of newly exposed skin as she traveled her way down Regina's body, noting and giving extra kisses to every birth mark, scar, and stretch mark. Her hands rounded the perfect curves of Regina's breasts, ecstatic that Regina was wearing a front-clasp bra, undoing it gently with her teeth before taking each nipple into her mouth, sucking slightly as her hand worked to give both breasts satisfactory attention. Emma moaned her happiness as Regina arched her chest into her mouth.

The blonde continued her ministrations as she dipped down to Regina's stomach, leaving wet kisses along her waist line as she began to work her tights and skirt off in one motion. Sliding off both tights and skirt, Emma's new mission was to honor Regina's legs, which she did happily, gently tracing her nails up and down Regina's calves as she kissed the pads of each of her toes, trailing kisses up her ankles, shins, knees, thighs. Regina's breath hitched as ecstatic tears flowed freely down the sides of her face, propped up on the pillow Emma had slid behind her head - when had she done that? - and Emma's tongue reached her inner thighs.

Smiling deeply in anticipation and breathing even deeper, Emma worked her way to Regina's core, parting her perfect hair and lips with trembling fingers, placing a kiss on her throbbing clit before working patterns across her cunt, employing tongue, lips, and gentle teeth for the task. She flattened her tongue against her Queen's clit as Regina thrust her hips into Emma's face, giving the woman all the pressure she needed on her clit as she slipped two fingers into her open and waiting cunt.

"Em-ma!" Regina screamed, clawing at the bed with her nails, arching her hips up into her Savior's face, bringing one hand desperately to interweave with the blonde's mane, pulling her deeper into her. Emma ground her own hips into the bed as she curved her fingers inside Regina, tongue working desperately against her clit as her fingers massaged the spot she had noted Regina went wild for. Emma loved making this woman wild for her. She certainly felt it herself, as she could feel her own cunt dripping onto Regina's normally immaculate bedspread.

Emma felt the tremors building in her lover's body as her screams tore into the night. Emma moaned against Regina's clit, the vibrations sending full waves through the older woman's body, crashing into her as Emma slid two more fingers into Regina's soaking cunt. With that, the Queen came undone, screaming Emma's name on the shockwave of her climax as her cunt tightened around the younger woman's hand, her tongue firmly maintaining pressure on her clit so as to draw out wave after wave of her orgasm, pulling more and more pleasure out of her lover as she buried both hands in Emma's hair and let her entire body shake with the ecstasy of it all.

The blonde smiled into Regina's soaked curls, gently pulsing her fingers inside Regina a few more times, the longer to draw out her orgasm, before withdrawing stickily moist fingers and placing another kiss on her clit.

Emma crawled up to Regina's level, kissing her chest where her heart lay beneath before kissing her lips perfectly, holding her lover's (temporarily) spent body.

"I love you, Regina," she whispered into her Queen's ear, trying to memorize her relaxed face and calmly euphoric smile.

"I love you, Emma," she breathed lightly, nuzzling into Emma's body, feeling more peaceful than she had in years.

Henry shook his sleepy head. Maybe he'd ask his moms to cast a silencing spell on their room from now on. But he knew - because he'd asked Emma after walking in on his grandparents - that those screams had been screams of extreme pleasure, and he was just happy that both his parents had finally found someone to share such happiness with.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard their moaning start again, this time most of the louder groans seeming to come from Emma. Yep, he was definitely going to ask his moms to cast some sort of silencing spell on their room.

He smiled nonetheless as he shifted to his side and sandwiched his head between his pillows. For the first time, he thought happily, all was well in Storybrooke.