Hello to everyone. So, this will be the series of prompt and drabbled I get or whatever I have in mind. So, here's the first one. Thank you
timetravelingravenclaw17 for the prompt.

All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

On with the show.

This has been such a bad idea. Emma thought for herself as she drank another glass of champagne and she grabbed the snack that were on the table.

Emma Swan had crashed the wedding of her best friend husband's sister. Though Frederick and Kathryn had not invited her, Mary Margaret was her best friend and her husband was Kathryn's sister, so they said that wouldn't be a problem if she attended.

Initially, she had go for the free food, but almost immediately she had regretted her decision as she realised she didn't know anyone from the wedding apart from Mary Margaret and David. Now, instead of enjoying the free food, her purpose was on getting drunk.

Besides, she had every reason to get drunk. She had just broken up with her now ex-boyfriend; it had been an abusive relationship from the beginning, since that first time Emma had told Killian that she didn't want to have sex with him but he just told her that it was what couples did, and so she had to endure having sex with someone she didn't want to.

After that, the relationship went downhill; they snapped at each other almost on a daily basis. Thinking back to it, Emma realised that the only times they didn't fight were when they were having sex.

She didn't love him, and she knew she couldn't spend the rest of her life time in that kind of relationship; finally, after a particularly stressful day at her job Killian began harassing her and she summoned all the strength and efforts she had to tell him what was wrong and how they were done; she went to bedroom grabbed a bag, put in all his clothes, threw him out of the apartment and shut the door in his face, despite all his protests.

For the first in a long time, she had donde something for herself and it was the first time she actually felt like se had donde a good decision. Still, it didn't do anything for the feeling that she would always be used or rejected or not be someone's first choice. She guessed that living in the foster system for 17 years didn't teach How To Be In A Relationship 101.

She gulped down what she thought to be the fourth glass of champagne, though it was probably the eighth knowing that she had lost count after the third glass. She knew that there should be at least another four glass for her to start getting tipsy.

When she was going to the bar to ask for the next glass (she didn't even bother to put a number to it) she saw a beautiful brunette sitting alone in one of the tables. The woman was playing with her empty glass, looking more annoyed than anythings and though Emma didn't know her, she could see a tiny bit of hurt in her features.

Emma frowned at the sight. How is it that a beautiful woman is sitting all by herself and there's no one that even bothers to go talk to her. Besides, she was one of the maids of honor, judging by the dress, there was no doubt she knew many people at the wedding, contrary to Emma.

Emma went to the bar to grab to glasses of wine and walked her way towards the brunette. When she sat down next to the woman, it would an understatement to say that she wasn't surprised. Many things were going through the brunette's mind, one of them being Why would this gorgeous blonde woman is approaching me?.

"It seems that you need another glass." Emma said as she offered one of the glasses.

The brunette grab the glass, gave a court nod and said "Thank you."

"Do you mind if I keep you company?" Emma cautiously asked.

"Yeah, sure." the brunette shrugged.

"My name's Emma by the way."

"And I'm Regina." Regina replied.

They started talking about their jobs, their families, the disastrous past relationships and the conversation went on quite fluently. Both of them felt a connection of sorts with the other one; neither of them could pinpoint exactly what it was, but they felt comfortable around the other one.

"So, um, do you mind me asking why were you sitting all alone?" Emma asked, confusion written all over her face. How could anyone not want to be with an intelligent and beautiful woman? Emma asked herself.

Regina stiffened at the question. She could tell the blonde that it she wanted to be alone, but that would probably make Emma to go away; she could also tell her that she was there just by compromise with Kathryn or she could tell her the truth. She decided to go with the truth if she wanted anything to go on with the blonde.

"I… umm… I'm not good at making any friends, in fact Kathryn is my only friend; I know most of the people at the wedding and usually they don't want to spend time with me. It's been one of the many consequences having Cora as a mother had had. Apparently, I'm just not worthy." Regina replied.

She had told Emma how her mother was overprotective and the only thing she had wanted for Regina was to be successful, and so she didn't allow any friends to come to her house. She hadn't experienced any freedom until her mother died in a car crash, and by then, Regina didn't have any social skills; she met most of the people at her job, and because she wanted to have everything to be perfect, people sometimes considered her a heartless bitch; they just didn't realise how much all the comments Regina heard in the office hurt her.

Emma just looked at her surprised. She didn't understand how any of these people could call her the Evil Queen behind her back. However, Regina misunderstood her surprise face as if she was thinking that Regina was a freak; this had been too good to be true. Just as she was preparing herself for rejection, Emma stood up and offered her hand.

"Well, honestly it's their loss. Would you like to dance with me?" Emma asked her.

Regina gasped almost inaudibly. No one had ever asked her that question, not even in the prom in senior year. "Why?" Regina asked shocked.

"Why it's their loss or why I want to dance with you?" Emma furrowed her brow.

"Um, both of them." Regina answered.

"Okay, first because for the little time I've known you, you are an intelligent, beautiful and caring woman; you're funny, you're sassy and you're… just you. And to answer the second part, it's for the same reason. And because I like you, so say yes?"

Regina almost cried at her admission. Not trusting her mouth, she just grinned and nodded, took Emma's hand and walked over dance floor. As if it was faith, the music change for a slow waltz, Emma took one of Regina's hand and put her free hand on Regina' hip. They danced and the world around them started to fade, it's was just them in that moment.

1 year later

The music started playing, it was the same music that had started it all.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Emma said, mimicking the same question and posture she had had a year ago.

Regina remembered that night quite well. She just nodded, taking Emma's hand and walked to the dance floor.

They started dancing, their first dance as a married couple. They didn't care that all eyes were on them, they just had eyes for one another.

"I love you." Emma whispered.

"I love you too." Regina whispered back and laid her head on Emma's shoulder.

So this is what how it feels to be loved.

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