A/N: dear readers; this is only a snippet of a swan queen moment. it's set shortly before the cs wedding. i felt like writing for a moment when i was in a mood, so i did. please excuse any mistakes. :)
Disclaimer: nothing is mine. it all belongs to A&E who destroyed everything. ah the bitterness.
One last time
"Emma, wait." She's not sure why she calls after her; she does it on a whim, maybe because she can't stand seeing the light fading in Emma's eyes with each passing day but maybe it's because she's aching everywhere from standing tall every day and she misses… -what exactly? Being held by Emma Swan after drinking too much? If she's honest she doesn't know when it changed but she wants that back.
And it's so entirely selfish of her.
Either way, Emma looks back at her, a small spark of longing for something neither one of them can name flaring up. It doesn't matter anyhow because in the next second it's gone.
She just wants to do it one last time; the sorrow washing over her is expected but surprisingly hurtful.
"Come drink with me." Emma looks at her in question. Taking a step towards Emma who is standing on the entrance to the dining room, she admits softly, "I know there won't be any more nights like this." It fills her with a void she can't name. "I promise it's just a drink and I'll take you back to him afterwards."
She wants to deny this to Regina; it's too late, literally. But she finds herself nodding slowly, swallowing; she searches for Regina's eyes in the dim light and she knows she wants this as much as Regina does.
It's strange how she feels like she's actually losing some important part of her family when she's about to gain family by marrying Hook. She just knows it isn't this simple.
Not with Regina and their relationship, it's going to need time to get used to.
Until now they'd successfully avoided talking about what life would be like after the wedding. Regina imagines them not sitting on this couch every week, sees Hook sitting in the middle of them or sees her losing herself in this very room with a glass of cider and for a moment she's thunderstruck.
She pushes those thoughts far back and pours them both a full glass of wine; she knows Emma likes this one the most, and when she hands her the glass their fingers brush and Regina realizes she yearns for gentle, affectionate touches elsewhere.
And she is desperate for things she's terrified to name.