"Why do you always look at me in such a way?" Regina asked softly as her thumb stroked the skin beneath Emma's eye, her chin quivering. "With such gentleness. Why do you fail to see me as everyone else does?"
"Because I see all that matters." And Emma kissed her with all the undying passion her tender and aching body would yield. The kiss reflected all the emotions stashed away. Second by second, as the kiss deepened and wondering hands paid close attention to damaged flesh, defenses were chiseled away. Chip by chip until something whole—undiscovered took shape, and it was beautiful.
The Realms of Thrice by stringsonthisguitar









