Hi!

Well, this story will be a multi-chapter based on Proudtobemudblood's prompt (Thank you!). Not G!P, but with *Magic Pregnancy*. Brief RedSwan leading to slow (SLOW) burn SwanQueen, meaning: slight touch of angst even though I'll try to keep it light and romantic. I don't know in which moment of the show this takes place – probably somewhere between Neverland and the Frozen arc, disregarding A LOT of things and other ships (sorry if you like them).

I hope you'll like this one too.

As usual, dedicated to the greatest fanbase on the planet. And also to my love and muse, Agatha.

Thank you for reading!

Lyrics from the song Fear of the water, by SYML.

1.

"And you smile when you dive in,

Like you're never coming back."

Regina woke up with the worst hangover of the century. As she took inventory of her body, she tasted cheap alcohol and – hell – beer. There were reasons why she never drank beer. It tasted like urine, was a peasants' choice, and never agreed with her stomach.

Whoever had convinced her to drink it must be a master of persuasion, not to mention that they must probably be a master of sex, too, because dear God she was deliciously satisfied and spent. Flashes of insane green eyes, blond hair and a shit-eating grin as she came violently crossed her mind as she acknowledged one arm draped around her waist and one leg tangled with hers. It had been a long time since she felt this warm and safe in someone else's hold – if she ever felt that at all.

Regina carefully peeked through heavy eyelids, and she smiled softly when she found a slim, muscly limb around her midsection.

Wait a minute…

She blinked in confusion, and her gaze went fast over the arm's length towards the rest of the body that was tangled with hers.

Her mind traveled back in time, and blurred memories became colorful and loud again.

The way she dared the blonde to drink shots of tequila after she had already indulged to one too many beers.

The way she smiled - that crazy and mischievous smile - daring Regina to dance with her.

The way Regina molded against her body like she never did with anyone else before.

The way she kissed the blonde against a bathroom stall in the Rabbit Hole, and then she remembered someone telling them to get a room.

And they did.

Emma Swan was comfortably occupying the usually vacant side of her bed, resting on a pile of pillows that were decorative until now, blonde hair recklessly scattered over white linen, sleeping peacefully on her stomach.

Naked.

Regina watched her, inches away from her face, for about five minutes. She had never paid close attention to her features, deciding that she was a very attractive woman when she was not talking or eating. She had claimed those lips so naturally that it was hard to believe she had hated that woman for such a long time.

She was still deciding whether she still hated her, and then she shook her head, chastising herself for ogling the Sheriff.

She carefully disentangled from her oddly possessive embrace and got out of bed, pulling the white sheets along, using it around her own naked figure like a shield.

Her head buzzed a little as she walked around the bed and tentatively tapped Emma's shoulder.

The blonde didn't even stir.

"Emma," Regina hissed, tapping her again, making a huge effort not to stare too much at her butt. Or the scratch marks on her muscular back and shoulders. Those looked nasty and too recent. "Emma!" she hissed more urgently.

"Mm?" she grunted, frowning with her eyes closed.

"Get up!"

"'kay."

Regina let out a deep breath. In order to avoid facing Emma's backside, Regina returned to her side of the bed and kneeled on the edge of the mattress. She leaned over and shook the blonde's shoulder more vigorously.

"Emma, wake up!"

"Fine!" she whined.

"Goddammit!" Regina snarled, hoping that their son had not seen them thrashing about the staircase as they frenetically made out on the way to her bedroom last night.

"Emma! Wake up! Emma!" she grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her as hard as she could. Emma mumbled something unintelligible. Regina drew close to her ear and bellowed. "EMMA!"

"Jesus-" Emma barked with her eyes widening, falling off the bed in the process and hitting the floor with a loud thud. There was a small groan of pain after that.

Emma blinked as she stared at the ceiling of an unfamiliar bedroom, wincing slightly. She recognized the scent of the bedsheets, and the taste on her lips, and she was overcome with a mixture of amusement and trepidation once she realized where she was.

Oh shit.

Regina pressed the bedsheets against her body as she craned her neck, trying to see if Emma was okay. Her hands came up first, pressed against the mattress for support, then a blonde head appeared, and then the rest of her naked form.

Emma blinked several times to adjust to the brightness in the room. She scratched the back of her neck as she met Regina's gaze.

To Regina's utter disbelief, Emma offered her an unsurprised smile. "You scared the shit out of me," she said trying to stifle a yawn. "Morning."

"You have to leave before Henry wakes up!" Regina whispered, checking the door every two seconds

"Damn," the blonde hissed, massaging the butt cheek that absorbed the impact when she fell. "I thought he was going to crash at my parents'."

"Oh. That's…right." She had completely forgotten about that.

Emma walked around the bedroom, collecting her clothes from the floor. She looked at Regina. "He's not here, then?"

"I guess not."

"Good," Emma sighed in relief, prancing around with her long legs. "I told you it wasn't a good idea to mix beer and tequila."

Regina vaguely remembered Emma saying that to her. She was, however, very aware of the consequences of not listening. Mixing beer and tequila resulted in scandalous, loud sex on that bed, and she could still hear the moans and pants, and picture it with richness.

"Yes, it probably was the first bad idea of the night," the brunette admitted quietly.

She could not even look at Emma's body too much – the sunlight was nasty to her sore eyes, but it accentuated the curves of Emma's tall frame and defined muscles and veins. For someone who looked so clumsy wearing skinny jeans, Emma Swan was a goddamned eye candy when she was naked.

Emma put on her jeans and a grey singlet, turning to look at Regina, unaware of the Mayor's body and mind going rampage at the sight of her. The brunette was still draped around her bedsheets, avoiding her eyes, seemingly mortified.

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway," she put on her boots. "I was gonna invite you for breakfast, but maybe it's not a great idea either-"

"Maybe not," Regina nodded politely as Emma finished tying her shoes.

"Uh, listen…," she took a step towards the door. Now that Henry was out of the picture, was she supposed to make conversation instead of running off?

"Thank you. For understanding," the brunette eyed the door, indicating she was still supposed to leave.

"Okay," Emma nodded, getting the hint. "Um… I'll see you around, then."

"Yes."

When Emma finally left the room, Regina plopped down on her bed, exhaling deeply.

Why did she bring that buffoon home?

XXX

Emma let out a loud breath when she walked out the front door of the mansion. She was careful with the neighbors – they were mostly rich old snoopers, but she didn't want to take any chances of that spreading around, especially because Henry was already suspicious.

And that kid's smug smile was a difficult thing to swallow.

"So, you and mom, out for drinks, huh?"

Emma shuddered with that all too familiar look. It was the same she bore when she caught bullshit in the air.

"Damn it," she hissed, realizing that her car wasn't there.

She sat on the curb and collected her phone on her back pocket, trying to decide whether she should call a cab or just walk. The bartender had confiscated her keys at some point in the night, and now she vividly remembered walking with Regina towards her house, giggling as they held onto each other for support.

So much for a walk of shame.

"I think breakfast is not a bad idea," said Regina's voice behind her. "If you'd reconsider."

When Emma turned around, the brunette looked impeccable on her clothes. Only her hair was still disheveled and spiky in some areas. She seemed hesitant standing on the porch.

"That's… awesome, actually. I don't think I can handle walking to Granny's. Are you okay to drive?"

"I was wondering… If you'd like to… stay for breakfast," Regina said.

Emma felt a weird jolt inside her chest, but she decided it was just her stomach claiming food.

"Yeah, I… I'd like that," she said, feeling nervous all of a sudden. She followed Regina back inside the mansion, trying to keep the ass-ogling to a minimum.

Her son's mother was impossibly beautiful, but nothing could have prepared Emma to wake up to all that natural beauty that no ordinary human seemed to display after waking up hungover.

It felt like Regina Mills was an exception to most of the ordinary rules.

The lack of makeup and her dark hair all messed up made her look a lot younger and vulnerable, and her body… Emma would have to look up a word in the dictionary to describe that curvy, olive skinned masterpiece.

"Can I help?" the blonde asked once Regina started to move between the sink and the cabinets.

"Henry said you burned Snow's kitchen trying to boil an egg the other day," Regina said with a hint of a smirk. "You can, however, get me some ibuprofen on top of that shelf."

"I'm sure he transformed a scorched dish cloth into a whole fire incident," Emma rolled her eyes, standing on tiptoes to reach for the highest shelf near the fridge. "Why do you keep it up there?" she asked, handing the plastic bottle to the brunette.

"Just an old habit from when Henry was a toddler," Regina said, swallowing a pill and turning back to the scrambled eggs on the stove. "I was usually terrified to turn my back on him, or that he would stick his fingers on wall sockets, or that he would inhale things-" she cut her speech short when she realized she was rambling, but when she turned to look at the blonde, Emma was watching her with a small smile.

"Was he a good kid?" she asked softly. "When he was smaller and couldn't outsmart his mothers?"

Regina chuckled. "He was a good boy," she nodded, realizing that they had never talked about him like this. "He was a very good boy."

"Still is," Emma said, walking towards the cabinet next to the stove. She once saw Henry get plates from there. She picked two and placed them on the counter. "You did a great job with him."

Regina flushed as she served two portions of eggs. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Emma smiled, picking the coffee pot and pouring two mugs. "It'll help with that headache," she said offering one to Regina.

They ate in silence, and it was strange that it didn't feel awkward.

Until Regina caught Emma staring, her green eyes burning holes in her skin.

"You barely touched your eggs," the blonde muttered, lowering her eyes to her empty plate. "Are you feeling nauseous?"

"Just not that hungry."

"Well, I… should go," Emma said, sliding off the stool.

"All right," Regina nodded. "Here," she produced Emma's red jacket out of thin air. "It was on my bedroom."

Emma took it with a forced expression of surprise. She clearly remembered hanging it on the doorknob to Regina's room like college boys did with socks.

"I still need to go get the bug at the bar, so-"

"Very well, then."

Emma tried to read the expression on her face, but she failed.

"I'll just-" she pointed her thumb over her shoulder.

Regina nodded. "Take care, Miss Swan."

Emma chuckled. "Seriously? Miss Swan?" she shook her head. "I had a great time last night, for the record. If it makes any difference. And thanks for breakfast."

"Not at all, dear," Regina said with a glint in her eyes that Emma was having a hard time to recognize.

"I'll… see you."

"I believe you can see yourself out."

Emma hesitated a little before she actually walked out of the kitchen. She was rocking on the balls of her feet, one hand in her pocket, the other scratching the back of her neck.

She wanted to kiss Regina good bye.

Regina just watched Emma not making a move. Her heart dropped to her stomach when the blonde smiled and left. Maybe she had expected a goodbye kiss. Maybe.

And Emma had a gorgeous smile. It was honest, it was real, but it was also a little sad.

She closed her eyes, realizing that she still carried Emma's scent and taste with her.

And among the many times she watched Emma Swan turn around and walk away, that was the first time she didn't feel like she won whatever nerve battle they were having.

Soooo… Let me know what you guys think.