Seriously?

Emma never understood when her feelings for Anna changed from sisterly affection to sexual attraction. Their telepathic link made it difficult to hide, especially moments like now where they were so close and her arousal was growing the tighter they embraced. She remained silent, not wanting to be the one to break the quiet, but nuzzled her sister's hair with her nose, humming quietly at the smell of cinnamon spice.

A heavy gulp slid down Emma’s throat as the blade pressed to the skin there, still that didn’t deter her. “You were redeemed once, you can do it again” she reminded the bodaciously dressed woman. It was amazing how quickly Regina could slip back into the Evil Queen once her darkness had been kickstarted. This realisation took Emma back to the night she became the Dark One, how she wasn’t able to save her friend, and the guilt that forever resides in the blonde. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you again” she apologised, ignoring the thoughts of what the mayor’s ‘desires’ might include, “I’m sorry all the progress you made has been taken away again and it’s all my fault.”

“You can only be redeemed if you want to be redeemed. I became the evil queen because of my hatred for our mother’s. This is completely different.” Waving the knife around, she replaced it back on her neck, even pressing down for a second. “There is just darkness, freedom and power. Hatred is just too little for what this is.” Thinking back on that night, she had been scared. Had she known what it would be like, she would have killed the imp a long time ago. “Don’t apologize, I’m actually here to thank you.” Grinning, she lowered down to the floor before she started using the knife to cut away her pants. “I’d use magic, but this is more fun.”

This had to be the darkness talking as Emma knew Regina had indeed wanted to be redeemed, had been redeemed. Now all that had been stripped, all that effort for nothing, and it was all her fault. When the knife pressed back to her neck, Emma didn't gulp under the pressure, almost refusing to breathe. Air refilled her lungs when Regina removed the blade, but not for long as it pressed to her jeans. Somehow 'you're welcome' didn't seem an appropriate answer, and it didn't take a genius to work out exactly how the new Dark One planned to thank her. "Regina, please think about this." Despite the protests, Emma was transfixed on the blade as it sliced through her pants, and that grin, gods she wished it didn't turn her on so.

A heavy gulp slid down Emma's throat as the blade pressed to the skin there, still that didn't deter her. "You were redeemed once, you can do it again" she reminded the bodaciously dressed woman. It was amazing how quickly Regina could slip back into the Evil Queen once her darkness had been kickstarted. This realisation took Emma back to the night she became the Dark One, how she wasn't able to save her friend, and the guilt that forever resides in the blonde. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you again" she apologised, ignoring the thoughts of what the mayor's 'desires' might include, "I'm sorry all the progress you made has been taken away again and it's all my fault."