"Miss Swan," Regina whispers, trying to wake up the snoring blonde who's laying in the bunk opposite hers. It's 2am on the second day of their trip to Neverland on the Jolly Roger.
"Miss Swan!" Regina says in a tone as if having a casual conversation. Still, the Sheriff doesn't wake up. Frustrated, the brunette grabs Emma's shoulder and aggressively shakes her, "Emma wake up!"
"What the hell Regina?"
"You were snoring."
"Yeah, and?"
"I can't sleep, Miss Swan."
"What do you expect me to do about that? Sleep with a fucking plug on my nose?"
"Yes, actually."
Emma looks bewildered "Are you kidding me, Regina? Just don't think about it. Or like, put earplugs in."
"Do you think I haven't thought of that already? There are no earplugs on this ship."
"You can listen to my music."
"No thank you, Miss Swan. I'm very much convinced your music is repulsive."
"Then deal with my snoring. Goodnight."
"No, not goodnight, we're going to figure out how to stop this."
"No, no way. I know where you're going with this."
"And where might that be?"
"You want to use magic on me, don't you."
"Oh," The brunette takes in a breath, "Yes. That's what we will do."
"There's no way in hell I'm letting you use magic on me."
"Miss Swan, when we get to Neverland, I'm quite certain you're going to have to use your magic in our fight to get Henry back."
"Yeah, that's my magic. I don't trust yours on me."
"Then I suppose you must use your own."
"I… I don't know how."
"As I'm sure you've heard, it's all about emotion, Miss Swan. You have to really want it."
"Right, yeah, this is about me not snoring here, not much emotion in that, Regina."
"Think about something else. Someone you love, you just have to feel emotion and direct it towards your issue."
"Okay." Emma takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Closing her eyes, she focuses on Henry. On getting him back. She focuses on her love for him, and her fear when she realized he'd been kidnapped. Feeling the energy building up inside her, her thoughts quickly move to Regina. Regina's beautiful brown eyes, her luscious hair, the way she always smells like apple cinnamon… Wait, what? No, Swan! Get yourself together. But her thoughts about Regina make the magic come stronger. Directing it towards her snoring issue, she feels a faint pulling in her core and hears a small gasp from in front of her. Opening her eyes, she sees Regina sitting there wide-eyed. "Did I do it?"
"Yes, I believe you did." The brunette replies quietly, feeling something unfamiliar in the air. Emma is unable to tear her eyes away from Regina's. Did her magical emotions stem from this woman in front of her? No, no way. An overwhelming pull towards the older woman forms inside of Emma out of nowhere. She cups Regina's face and before the brunette can say or do anything, the blonde crashes her lips against the queen's. Regina immediately stiffens, but is unable to move from the shock of the unexpected kiss. Getting her thoughts together, she firmly plants her palms on the blonde's chest and pushes her away.
"Miss Swan, that was highly inappropriate! How dare you assault me like that? What could have possibly made you—"
"Oh shit! I don't know what just happened, Regina. I swear I didn't mean to—"
"What?! You didn't mean to? It was just an accident that you grabbed me and- and forced your abhorrent lips onto mine?"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean, I don't know. I don't know why that just happened. Oh my god. Fuck!" Embarrassed out of her mind, Emma blushes intensely, not to mention how Regina's furious glaring isn't helping at all. Bringing her face merely inches away from Emma's, Regina speaks with venom.
"Miss Swan, obviously your magic was too overwhelming for you to think properly. That said, I do not wish to speak of this anymore. We are to pretend like it didn't happen. Am I clear?" At the last three words, the brunette brings her face closer, trying to unsuccessfully intimidate the blonde, but all it's doing is making the blonde want her even more. She wants to kiss her with all the passion she has and then fuck her so good she won't be able to walk for days after. What the hell? Emma briefly thinks.
This time, Regina feels the pull as well and sees it coming. When the younger woman crashes her lips against the brunette's again, the queen can't help but respond positively. Feeling the full lips moving back in response, Emma moans hungrily, flicking her tongue across Regina's lower lip. The brunette opens her mouth and allows the blonde to explore her. Their tongues are flicking and sliding against each other's and Emma moves her hands around the brunette, bringing one to rest on her lower back and the other tangled in her hair. Regina bites back a moan, not wanting the blonde to know how much she wants this. That thought brings Regina to her senses and she immediately pulls back, gasping.
Emma just sits there dumbfounded, not able to comprehend what just happened. Did Regina fucking Mills just kiss me back? This has to be a dream. Scared to make eye contact with the older woman, Emma focuses on her fingers anxiously picking at the wool blanket.
"So…"
"Don't." Regina speaks harshly, before laying down on the bunk and turning to face the wall. The blonde does the same, both knowing that neither of them will be getting much sleep tonight.
In the morning Emma wakes up before Regina and as quickly and quietly as possible, sneaks out of the cabin. Surprised, she realizes she's the only one awake on board and she decides to use that to her advantage. Taking the joint out of her boot, she tells herself she needs this. She's been under a lot of stress lately and this is what will help her calm down. Lighting the marijuana filled paper, she takes a long drag before slowly breathing it out, coughing a little in the process.
After three puffs, she's past relaxed. Hearing footsteps behind her, she panics and quickly stuffs the joint back into the rip of her boot and turns around as nonchalantly as she can.
"Ah, Emma. Don't worry I won't rat ya out." Hook "But it's a little obvious." He chuckles.
"What?"
"Your eyes." He holds up his hook so Emma can see herself. Her eyes are completely bloodshot.
"Shit."
"Your parents are heading up this way right now. Might want to think of an excuse." Just as he says it, Snow appears behind him with David in tow.
"Good morning Emma, how was... Are you okay?!" Snow asks, overly concerned.
"Yes, mom. Everything's fine!" She puts on her brightest smile and laughs a little at herself for calling Snow 'mom'. She doubts she'd ever being saying that again while sober. It's just too much. Back in the mine she thought they were dying, so under circumstances like that, it would be okay. Luckily, Snow didn't catch the little slip of her tongue.
"Are you sure? You look like you've been crying."
"I swear, everything's a-okay." Emma says while walking past her mother to get back to her cabin so she can hide away, stumbling a little in the process.
"Honey, please don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."
"I told you, everything's fine. Nothing more needs to be said." The blonde responds without turning around.
Stepping into her room, she sees Regina still sleeping. Weird. The brunette lay there peacefully, lips parted slightly. Although there's nothing humorous about it, the sight makes Emma laugh. At first it's just some quiet snickering, but the more she thinks about it, the harder she laughs, not worrying about waking the Mayor up. Not worrying about anything at the moment. Just laughing hysterically at nothing in particular.
Hearing Regina grumbling something, the laughter abruptly stops, being replaced by fear at the realization of what happened the night before. The brunette wakes up completely and startles at the sight of the blonde above her, staring at her with a guilt stricken expression on her face.
"Miss Swan what on earth are you doing?" The sight of the brunette's confused and slightly shocked expression makes Emma burst into another fit of giggles. "Miss Swan?"
"S- Sorry, R- Regina... I- I just.. BAHAHAHA I can't."
"You can't what? Miss Swan, please explain to me what you find so humorous this instant!"
"Noth- nothing!" Emma says and she calms herself down, still letting small giggles escape here and there. "Sorry." The brunette catches sight of the blonde's red eyes and genuine worry bubbles up inside her before she pushes it away. This is Emma Swan we're talking about here.
"Have you been crying, Miss Swan?"
"What? No!" Wait, maybe I should say yes... "I mean.. uh." Coming to a realization, fury fills the older woman.
"Are you under the influence?"
"Uhhh..." Emma shuffles her feet and looks down at the ground, another soft laugh escaping in the process.
"You are!"
"Are you mad?" Regina is taken aback at the genuine worry exposed on the blonde's face. Why the hell does she care what I think? She cares because of happened last night... Oh do shut up! That was nothing. Just the magic. It was just the magic.
"No, actually." Regina understands the stress that the blonde must be going through. If Emma gets to cheat her way out of this stress, I do too. With a sly smile, the older woman continues, "Do you have any more?"
"Any more? You mean..."
"Well I assume you've been smoking marijuana."
"You- Why?" Emma answers, extremely confused. There's no way the mayor would ever... Would she?
"Isn't that a given, Miss Swan? I want some." Holy shit. Emma can't organize her thoughts and she just sits there wide-eyed, staring at the brunette. "Oh, don't look so shocked. I've been living the same day over for 28 years, I needed something to change it up once in a while."
"O-okay. Um, yeah. I mean, I do have some left."
"Great." Regina grins very uncharacteristically and the shock of it all leaves Emma fully sober. She takes the weed back out from her boot and lights it, taking the first hit, then passing it to the brunette. "Thank you."
Regina looks so damn sexy, who knew someone coule be so seductive while smoking pot. Emma bites her lip unconsciously, watching the older woman take a very long drag. She exhales and in the process blows two perfect little O's. Looking up at Emma under her lashes she smiles seductively while purring, "Just what I needed."
They pass it back a few more times before putting it out and throwing it out the window, both of them completely stoned. Side by side, they sit on Emma's bunk, their arms touching. The blonde is resting her weight a little on the queen, but nobody seems to notice. The younger woman turns her head to look at the beautiful woman beside her, causing the brunette to do the same. The position they're in causes their faces to, once again, be only inches apart. Comfortable, neither one moves back.
"I am really sorry about last night, Regina. I really don't know what came over me."
"It's quite alright, dear. I know the after affects of magic can be quite overwhelming the first few times."
"I don't know if that's all it was." If they weren't so high right now, Emma would never have said that, and Regina would never have been so calm about it.
"What else could it have possibly been?"
"I care about you." The blonde replies, only having come to that conclusion merely seconds before. I fucking care about Regina Mills.
"I doubt that." Regina chuckles, turning her head to face forward again.
"I'm serious. I don't know how-" She places her fingers under the brunette's chin and gently pulls her face to look at her. "-I don't know why. But I do."
Shaking her head, Regina's eyes blur over and she's left speechless. She leans into the blonde and rests her head on her shoulder. Emma lifts an arm to wrap it around the brunette and pulls her in closer, snuggling into her. They sit like that quietly until they're eyelids get unbearable heavy and they fall asleep.