"And yet, you keep returning to me, Swan." She buttoned up her blouse, peering over to see Emma make a grab for her leather jacket. Emma wasn't making eye contact. Again. Every time they slept together, it was the same. Emma wanted it, she really did, and she would make Regina feel special; made her feel wanted.
Made her feel like she wasn't a monster.
But only for one night. In the morning it was all over. The facade shattered like a mirror, and Regina would be left feeling so alone all over again. Feeling so ashamed by the way Emma wouldn't meet her eye. The pit in her stomach swelling with every passing moment of stubborn silence.
At night they were electric. Moving together. Fluently passionate; thrilling, exciting, beautiful. Alive. In the morning, it felt like reality crashed down on them. The fire they shared drowned by the dawn. Emma would be up, awake, changing before Regina's eyes.
Regina would accept it.
"We can stop... if that's what you really want." Regina finally said it. The thought escaped her lips. She was done feeling used. "But you're always the one that comes to find me."
There was a pause. Silence filled the air. Emma flicked the hair out of her collar, straightening out her jacket. She sighed, glancing back at Regina.
Regina's raven black hair was still a little messy from Emma's constant caresses. Her pencil skirt hugged her thighs and waist in a way that Emma struggled not to admire. Leaving was always painful, even if Emma didn't quite know why.
"It won't happen again," was all she muttered when she left Regina there. Alone.