Stay With Me

I started thinking about that Break up Basket and what should've been said and done and then this drabble happened. They aren't mine. I'll put them back when I'm done playing with them. Promise.

Title is from Sam Smith-Stay With Me

They'd had a quiet dinner where she stared at him as he ate, her heart mending itself as he talked about the blackout and how Emma and David ran off to solve the mystery. He mentioned the strange blonde woman who'd managed to make massive ice wall around the town and Regina felt her brow furrow in concern.

"Emma was caught in the ice cave, she almost froze to death…" he finished, scraping the mashed potatoes from his plate onto his fork and shoving the pile into his mouth. "David and Killian got her out though…"

"The captain is still around I see." She replied icily, reaching for her glass of water.

"He's not that bad, mom." said Henry, watching his mother's mood shift.

"For a pirate." she smirked. "I've got dessert if you've got the room."

She watched Henry as he slept, tangled up in his bedsheets, his legs sprawled out across the mattress. He'd grown so much he practically took up the whole of the room. She made a mental note to take him shopping over the weekend. She sat alone in the living room as she had done for the last few days, watching the fireplace, staring off into space. Robin had broken her heart. He said he still cared for her but his heart, his love belonged to Marian and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew she wasn't going to get a happy ending with him.

Regina leaned back into the sofa, the leather creaking under her and she eyed her phone. Henry said Emma had been in trouble, probably served her right being as reckless as she was. After a moment she couldn't resist, she needed to see Emma with her own eyes, tell her that she'd done that to herself and as for the ice woman, that was all her problem. She and Henry were to remain out of the situation. Crossing the living room into the entryway, she pulled on her leather jacket and took off for Emma's.

"I'll be fine, Killian." Emma was practically begging the pirate to walk the plank out of the apartment. "I'm home. I'm fine. I just need to sleep."

"Emma…I can assure you I can keep you quite warm…"

"Good night." She kicked the door closed in his face. Subtly was not one of her strong suits. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, glad to be alone despite the trying evening. She climbed onto the couch and reached for the mug of tea Mary Margaret had left behind before she and David took off for much needed sleep. She kept wondering what Elsa was going to do and just how they were going to find Anna but she felt so taxed she couldn't handle someone else's problem while still trying to understand her own problem with Regina. She looked down at her left hand, flexing her fingers and studying her palm. She couldn't summon any magic in front of Elsa but she'd managed to summon it while trying to take down Elsa's ice creature. She hadn't had many lessons but from what Regina told her, her abilities were tied directly to her emotions, super charged when someone she loved was in danger. She managed to eclipse the moon, trap Pan's shadow, saved herself from dropping to her death on the bridge but she'd done that with Regina. Sighing, she let her head roll back into the pillows and closed her eyes before knocking roused her.

"Killian," she angrily rolled out of the couch and stomping her sock clad feet for emphasis. "I told you I'm not interested in…" she opened the door and stopped her tirade at the sight of Regina standing in the hallway. "Regina…"

"Not interested in me dear?" she replied with a smirk, folding her arms across her chest. "Honestly, do you and the pirate talk about me that often?"

"No." Emma replied hastily, propping herself between the door and the frame, pulling the blanket tighter. "Well, we do it's…what're you doing here?"

"Henry said you had gotten into some trouble."

"And you cared enough to stop by and check on me."

Regina's eyes narrowed, her eyes locked on Emma's, a cold smirk on her face. "Henry said you almost died." Her expression softened at the sight of the cut on Emma's temple.

"Got pretty chilly in there." Emma replied curtly.

"Who is she?"

"Just someone trying to find her sister. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Emma felt a little bolder, maybe that whiskey Mary Margaret snuck into the tea was kicking in. Whatever apologies she wanted to issue to Regina were slowly vacating her mind, she wanted to hurt her.

"As I told Marian, that person I was isn't who I am now and I don't know anything about this Elsa woman."

"I never said her name."

"Henry told me."

Emma nodded. Henry. She forgot he'd left to stay at Reginas. "Is he okay."

"He's sleeping. Ate everything in sight…" The fight she had been preparing for suddenly left and Regina was hit with how much she had lost and how much she could still lose. "May I come in?"

Emma stepped out of the way, granting Regina entry and closed the door, pressing her back against it. Regina took in the space, filling it with her power, her presence warming it more than Emma thought possible. "I've been wanting to speak to you about…"

"Tell me that's not from the pirate." Regina cut her off, holding up a gloved hand to silence Emma. Her eyes landed on the basket Henry put together still sitting on the counter, the wine and chocolates drawing a raised eyebrow.

"It's not. It's from Henry well, it was for you, it was a breakup recovery kit but…I told him kid, I'm the sheriff and you're a minor it's a bad message you carrying around wine…"

"A break up recovery kit." she mused. Emma stopped her rambling and watched Regina as she plucked out the bottle, read the label and looked around the kitchen for glasses. "This is a good vintage. I assume you didn't buy it." Regina said, running the tap and washing two glasses out.

"Honestly? I don't even know who got it for him…" Emma admitted with a shrug, watching Regina expertly open the bottle and pour herself a generous amount. She poured out the second and slid it across the counter towards Emma.

"Come now Emma, you saw me open it in front of you and I'm assuming it's been sitting here the whole time. How could I poison it?"

Emma took the glass and stared at the dark red wine suspiciously. "You never cease to amaze me so…"

Regina smirked into the glass, taking a sip and letting it sit on her palate, watching Emma take the glass tentatively to her lips. "It's not bad." She said, watching Emma as she drank. She plucked the chocolate out from the basket. "He really shouldn't have gone through all this trouble."

"He wanted to make you feel better…because of what I did. You raised a good kid." Emma said, watching Regina as she leaned on the counter, the glass still in hand. "I wanted to apologize…I didn't know what…"

"You meant well." Regina replied curtly. "It was stupid but you were…you know, I don't even know what you were thinking doing that." She took another sip of wine, put the glass on the counter and slipped off her jacket.

Emma shrugged. "I guess I thought that…bringing her back here would…I…"

"Did you see me kill her?" Regina asked quietly, palms braced on the counter, eyes locked on Emma.

"Well…I…does it matter? You said that was who you were, not who you are."

"It does if you think I'm still capable of that."

"Well are you?"

"No."

"So why does my opinion of you even matter?"

"Because Henry deserves to have someone in his life that's good. Someone like you and I can't stand the thought that he would think any less of me because of it."

"Regina. He doesn't think that…he believes in you, in who you are. We both know that we're not the type to give up on the people we love."

"Is that right?"

"I believe in you." Emma offered simply, wishing she had eaten more than soup before having the wine. "You know I tried to magic my way out of that ice cave. It worked on the ice creature but in the cave, it didn't work."

"You haven't been practicing."

"My teacher stopped talking to me."

Regina chuckled at that, finished her wine and poured herself more. "What did you try Ms. Swan?"

"We're back to that? Being so formal with each other?"

"Answer the question Emma."

She shrugged, suddenly warm from the wine and Regina's gaze. "I just…I tried something."

"What did you try?"

"I tried to make a fireball."

"A fireball." Regina scoffed.

"What? That's the first thing I thought of."

Regina chuckled, rounded the counter and stood in front of Emma, all business. "You have to picture it in your mind, feel it form and focus the energy into being." She held out her right hand, a soft glow forming before a full-blown flame danced in her palm. The heat danced in Regina's eyes, casting shadows across her fair skin, making her look as dangerous as Emma knew her to be. "You can't just hold your hands out and expect magic to happen." She closed her palm, smothering the flame and smirking in Emma's face.

"Well the next time I'm trapped in an ice cave with someone, I'll remember that." Emma replied with a nod. "What does it matter to you anyways?"

"It matters because my son believes in you as well. He's very much invested in our happiness and I can't very well see you dead."

"So you'd miss me."

"Yes Ms. Swan about as much as I miss the black plague."

"Regina."

Regina rounded the corner of the island again, reaching for her glass and taking a long pull.

"Why did you come here?" Emma asked, resting her elbows on the counter top, giving her best detective stare down at Regina. "Really. I ruined your chance at happiness with bringing Marian back, you haven't spoken to me since, you've been holed up in your mansion like some shut in…you send that raven for Henry…"

"I wanted to make sure you were alright and you are." She finished the wine and reached for her jacket.

"Regina, wait."

"Emma. Don't." Regina warned, her back to Emma, her eyes watering.

"You think pushing everyone away and hiding is going to make things better? Pushing Henry away? Ignoring me? You think you going back to your old habits is going to make the hurt go away? It doesn't. It just makes things worse."

"You don't get to list the things that are wrong with me and think that you will be the one to solve all the problems."

"I caused some of them so…"

"Yes. You did. You caused all of the problems. Ever since you got here you have been nothing but a problem."

Emma's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Guess that's the wine talking."

"It's not."

Emma nodded, watching Regina angrily struggle to put her jacket on. Silently, Emma slid off the barstool and helped Regina shrug on her jacket. She stood inches away from Regina, awkwardly watching the way she tugged at her blouse and didn't turn around. "I'm sorry. There isn't anything I can say or do to make it better but…I'm here because I'm supposed to be the savior. I'm supposed to bring people their happy endings and…"

"That's the thing. You did."

"How if Robin was supposed to be your true love…"

"It was you Emma."

Emma gave the back of Regina's head a confused look. "I don't…I thought that Tink said your true love had a lion tattoo…"

"We were never supposed to meet after Tinkerbell told me about him. I was to meet him in a tavern and we were supposed to be together right then and there. I waited too long. He found Marian and I…" she let her head drop and stared at her hands, fidgeting with her ring, trying to find the words. "When we met again, back in the forest, I told myself that I deserved him. I hadn't even thought about Marian." She laughed to herself. "I had never thought that I'd killed her and never even knew that he and Roland were hers. I'd given them to her and then taken her from them and when we were back here and you weren't…I thought that was fair. I gave you your happiness and I had mine and then you showed up again in that insufferable yellow car." She turned, her eyes watery with tears. "I knew it couldn't be him, not after he'd been with her, the life they had, the love they shared, not after I'd given up my chance at happiness by not walking into that tavern when Tinkerbell told me to do it. He'd never known about me, never thought about me. He didn't know I existed until that moment in the forest after I'd sent you and Henry away."

"Regina I…"

"You came back and it was like you'd never left. You were so focused and determined to make everything right and you never even knew that your being here was exactly what was needed to make everything right." She took a step forward, pressing Emma against the island and kissing her full on the mouth. Emma could taste the richness of the wine on her lips but Regina was far more intoxicating. She braced herself against the countertop, allowing Regina to lean closer, her warm palms on Emma's still chilled cheeks deepening their contact. Emma wasn't sure when she'd allowed Regina's tongue access but there it was, slipping against hers, trailing along her lower lip before her teeth gently tugged. She didn't remember when she slid off Regina's jacket, tugging at the fine fabric of her blouse, a whimper escaping her lips at the contact. She wanted to slow down, take a moment to catch her breath but Regina's kiss was everything that her kiss with Killian hadn't been. He tried too hard, he was too eager to make her happy and while Regina's fingers tangled in her hair, she knew that she wasn't going to be any happier than in this moment with this woman who'd driven her absolutely insane. Regina broke the contact, panting into the hollow of Emma's neck, her fingers still ensnared in Emma's hair.

"Is that your idea of an apology…?" Emma breathed, sad that the kiss ended as abruptly as it began. "Because I have a whole bunch of things I'm really sorry about…"

Regina chuckled, kissing Emma's still racing pulse point, delighting as it quickened. "I hadn't realized how much I missed you." She looked up, tears tracked on her cheeks. She pulled back, almost remembering that they were in the kitchen, had been arguing and drinking. "I'm sorry." She straightened out her mussed up blouse, finger combing her hair.

"What are you sorry about…?" Emma's cheeks pinked at the apology, she stood up, letting the blanket drop to the floor. She was still wearing her tanktop and jeans and knew that this was the outfit she'd worn when she'd taken a chainsaw to Regina's beloved tree. "Being honest? Because it sounded an awful lot like you were really being honest with your feelings…"

"Must be the wine talking."

Emma paled. "Oh."

Regina didn't want to be this weak. She didn't want to be this malleable. She wanted to be strong, she wanted to remain as cold as her heart, as cold as the woman who almost killed Emma but staring at her bruised and banged up all she wanted to do was pick up the stupid blanket, wrap her in it and force feed her soup. "I didn't mean that."

"Which part, the kiss or the wine."

"The wine. I meant the kiss."

"You did."

Regina nodded, taking in every inch of Emma's exposed skin, wanting to kiss it and caress her, keep her warm and never let anything happen to her. "Is your super power malfunctioning?"

"No."

Regina stepped closer, inches separating them, the blanket pooled around their feet. Her eyes roamed Emma's lips, her throat, her collarbone, she drank in every inch of the woman standing in front of her with the same eagerness she'd had with the wine. She was fairly certain that Emma had succeeded in getting her drunk when the pinot hadn't. "So you know that I'm not lying."

Emma nodded, a subtle shift of her head and she leaned forward, pulling Regina into her, kissing her slowly and deliberately taking her time as she felt Regina nearly buckle against her. Regina's fingers fumbled at the hem of Emma's tanktop, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire across Emma's stomach, a low groan escaping her lips. She wanted to touch her, she wanted to feel Emma underneath her, the taut muscles under her fingertips, she wanted to kiss the map of freckles that dotted her shoulder blades, she wanted to kiss her way up her spine and leave a mark on her shoulder. Regina hadn't wanted anyone like this, she didn't feel the fire that threatened to consume her raging this badly the way it did as Emma's mouth worked feverishly along her throat, her teeth softly scraping along her skin. She purred as Emma's fingers snaked along her back, her fingernails raking against flushed skin. Regina's eyes were shut, her heart hammering in her ears as Emma deliriously pulled back, a slow smile creeping across her flushed face as she took in the disheveled and breathless sight of Regina in the tiny kitchen. "Wonder if the town felt it…" her eyes trailed along Regina's lower lip, wondering if she was wearing smudge proof lipstick. She would have to test just how smudge proof it really was.

"Why would you even think of that?" Regina asked, confusion etched into her features.

"Well, our track record with true love's kiss…"

"Ah." Regina replied with a nod. "I'm not even thinking about the rest of the town Ms. Swan." She bent down to pick up the blanket and wrapped it around Emma's shoulders. "I came here for you."

"And now what will you do?"

"I'll keep you warm, how's that?"