Warm breath ghosted across Emma's cheek, lips pressed to hers, a warm body pressed close. Hands tangling in her hair as she explored Regina's body, teasing and…
"Emma! Emma!" Soft hands shook her. "Wake up!" The voice was rich and familiar, and…
Emma sat bolt upright. She was most definitely not in her own bed at Snow's apartment. And next to her was… Regina? Regina, wearing nothing but a black bra.
"Regina, what the hell? Why am I in your bed? Why aren't you wearing panties?" Regina looked as confused as she felt.
"I could ask you the same question, Miss Swan." Emma looked under the covers, and glared at Regina accusingly. "You looked?" The brunettes shrugged.
"Okay, where are my panties? How did I get here? The last thing I remember from last night was going to sleep!" She gestured wildly as she spoke, and something on her left hand caught her eye. It was a small, silver ring on her fourth finger.
"What. The. Hell. Is. That." Emma tried to pull it off, but the ring appeared to be stuck tight to her skin.
"It would appear I have one too." Regina's voice was calm and measured in contrast to Emma's utter panic.
"Well? Do you know why I am here and not at home? Also where my clothes might happen to be?" Regina gestured to the dresser, where Emma could see a scrap of black lace caught on the corner. Her cheeks flushed, and she cleared her throat. "I might know why this has happened."
"Well?" The impatience in the blonde's voice was slowly turning to anger.
"You've got to understand I was very young, and idealistic, and I didn't really think about the repercussions of what I was doing, and I didn't think it would work anyway…"
"Regina!" Emma cut her off, "Tell me what the hell you did."
"So I might have wished that on my thirty-second birthday I would be married to my true love." Regina blurted out.
Emma was frozen in shock. "I….uh….what?"
"Really, Miss Swan, it's quite simple. The wish has obviously come true, and here I am, on my thirty-second birthday, married. Can't say I really expected my true love to be you though."
"Uh…I…. true love?"
"Such an inconvenience though, what are we going to tell Henry?"
"I… YOU WISHED TO BE MARRIED AND NOW I'M STUCK WITH YOU? I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED, I WANT TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE NOT MARRIED TO A CRAZY WOMAN WHO CURSED MY MOTHER AND TRIED TO KILL ME!"
Regina slid gracefully off the bed and retrieved her clothes from where they were strewn across the floor. Despite her annoyance, Emma couldn't help but admire her perfect behind as she bent over.
"I'll give you some time to adjust while I get Henry breakfast." And with that, she went into the bathroom and locked the door.
Emma spied her jeans on the floor, and half crawled, half fell out of the bed to retrieve them. As she has suspected, her phone was in her pocket. Pulling it out, she dialled the only person she could think of who might be able to tell her exactly what had gone on last night that resulted in the loss of most of her clothing.
"Ruby, you'll never believe what's just happened…"